#second pic is OBSCENE
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here i am absolutely losing my shit on a thursday afternoon all because of two pictures of a man…
#this man#this MAN#he’s in a button down and slacks and has a mask covering half his face#and he is still got me in the tightest chokehold#his hand in that first pic?? the rings??? my legs are divorced#when he wears rings it makes me want him to do the most obscene things to me i —#and the second pic??? his back??? his shoulders???#he is b r o a d#joongie#🎴
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Shameless (M)
pairing. step-son Jeno x step-mom reader
genre. stepcest, infidelity, Jeno hates his dad, young trophy wife step-mom
wc. 10k
warnings. dubcon, profanity, exercise/body talk, Jeno has a thing for sweat, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
now playing. Shameless//Camila Cabello
smut warnings. masturbation, mommy kink, coercion, a lot of breast focus, reader has large breasts, oral, improper use of a cucumber.., raw fucking, noncon filming, wet messy etc..
“She’s a little too young, even for you.”
Jeno’s tongue drags along the backs of his teeth peering over his father’s shoulder for the last 10 minutes as he idly scrolled through various photos and short video clips. Most innocent enough, cute selfies showing off your pretty fanned out eyelashes, a new lip gloss shade, or just an adorable smile.
The videos his dad took time to watch made Jeno’s breath hitch, looping the few seconds of you showing off a new bikini for summer, filming yourself in the mirror and turning to show off a scandalous yet feminine pattern right above the indentation of bikini bottom scrunched between your pert buttcheeks.
“I work very hard, son, believe I deserve a pretty young thing.” He snickers, having noticed the youngers reflection on his phone screen a few minutes ago. “Something about this one..”
“Where’d you find her? Another sugar baby app you had to pay to join?” Jeno crosses his arms, glaring daggers into the back of his father’s head. Pathetic, working hard for what? To blow your funds on women who probably gag over your shoulder while you fuck them and lose your stamina after two minutes?
His father chuckles, swiping the social media app shut to open his messages. “You’re going to hate this but she approached me first.” With a proud smile he turns to face his son, showing off back and forth messaging between the two of you. Majority of the context is similar to how two cute shy teens would chat, nothing racy despite knowing his father’s likely buying time to pounce and unleash an arsenal of embarrassing boomer dick pics.
“You’re lying.”
Standing up, his father sneers, a smile hidden somewhere behind his resentful expression. “Believe it or not, your old man’s still got it. Now, if you don’t mind— I have a date with your soon-to-be step-mom.” He winks, purposefully bumping roughly into his son’s shoulder on his way out of the living room; leaving Jeno standing there rubbing at the spot mindlessly, jaw tight as he recounts your username to conduct his own investigation.
His first summer home in years and this is what his asshole father wants to pull? Jeno grimaces, plopping down on the couch to commence his search and find your other social media platforms.
“Twenty-fucking-two? He’s out of his mind.” Muttering to himself, he quickly taps in and out of various videos. The fact that you follow dance trends is enough to make his eyes roll, concentrating harder than he should have to on your face and the quirky silly wide eyes you make at the camera instead of the obscene way your breasts bounce freely beneath a much too tight and thin crop top, braless. Of course.
Jeno bets you did approach his dad first, he can picture it now. A sweet little helpless thing miraculously bumping into him at Whole Foods or some other ridiculously overpriced grocery store, batting your big doe eyes irresistibly after calculating the worth of the ludicrous gold Rolex adorning his wrist. No doubt adding the sum of his Gucci loafers and Dior sunnies; undoubtedly pushed up into his salt and pepper hair as he read over the nutritional information of a new all-natural all-organic sugar free gluten free energy drink.
You probably struck up conversation from there, perched yourself on his dad’s arm striking up flirtatious charm about the product in his hands, just to lean in closer and smash your ample chest against his arm.
Jeno clicks his phone shut frustrated, balling his fist open and shut to watch the blood flow down and redden his skin.
It infuriates him how easily his father continues to win, after the divorce his view of the man he once admired could never be repaired. What he once respected and admired all came crumbling down as his mother broke down crying in his arms after years of pretending to act dumb and not notice late evenings at the office, extended company trips, or the stains of lipstick shades she’d never wear and remnants of musky oud that simply never complimented her skin.
Jeno rests his eyes, ignoring the itching ache in his chest. What could he do anyway? What did his dad have to lose that money couldn’t buy him a new and better version of.
A house? A car? More designer brands and jewelry to mark his status in the upper class?
It only took a month, one fucking month, and the answer became clear as his dad lifted you up by your trim waist hidden under ugly burly veiny paws. The smile across his face so arrogant and cocky, hoisting his young little play thing up in the pool just to watch your beautiful round chest bounce in his face beneath triangles of material hardly containing you.
Jeno can’t deny he gets something out of it too, something he stores away for later along with the cheerful sweet moaned giggles you let out after splashing his father’s face with water and demanding in the most helpless submissive tone to be put down. Bet his dad loves that, in fact, he knows he does. It didn’t even take a full two weeks before you moved in with a fat diamond rock on your ring finger. The sight of it nearly blinded him when it caught the glare of light.
Jeno knows he can’t keep up with his father’s wealth, not yet. Material things aren’t his strength either, but as he jerks off into his palm by his bedroom window facing the backyard where you’ve taken to performing your morning pilates, his eyes concentrate on your insane flexibility. The tip of your head near your feet keeping your taut ass up for him to salivate over, and now he knows one thing for sure.
He needs to fuck his step-mom.
Jeno’s usually a morning person, but leave it to his father to ruin that for him.
“Kiss kiss.”
Disgusting.
Heavily wrinkled lips pout in your face, his dad slithered around your waist from behind as you finished packing your new husband's lunch. Really, it’s repulsive to watch unfold every morning. The only perk being the smile you beam Jeno’s way with your much too chipper and excited ‘Good Morning!’ As you skip to the fridge to pour some of your lemon water into a glass, breasts all round and taunting from where he sits; nipples always hard, piercing through your collection of various nighties and tank tops.
“Anything for breakfast? I can whip up some pancakes real quick if you want.”
Jeno tries to hide his grin, as much as he wishes to act like a brat— he can’t. The thing is, you’re lovely in every sense of the word. Too lovely, doting, and appealing, never once causing him annoyance.
He wants to scoff, demand you whip up the most delicious fluffiest pancakes, take your top off and throw the batter down your bare chest before laughing in your face to clean it up; lifting up one breasts at a time with fat wads of tears in your eyes as you plead for him to stop— stop being mean, stop smearing more of the mess he’s caused you to make across your lips.
“Nothing for me.” Jeno motions to the protein shake resting in his grip. “I’m trying to lean out.”
“Lean out?” Your smiles too soft, lifting to one side with surprise. “I can’t imagine you have anything but muscle left, when's the last time you had your body fat measured?”
“Ah, you don’t know because you haven’t seen me shirtless, yet.” Jeno says, more as an invitation to get a rise out of you, having to swallow back a sigh at your lack of response; not even a hint of interest. “Need to slim down my waist a bit to really achieve the shape I want.”
“Well if you ask me..” Jeno waits, appreciating how lightly you float around the kitchen to gather your fruits and toppings to decorate your yogurt bowl with. “You look really fit, your waist is practically non-existent.”
“How much do you weigh?” He asks abruptly, evidently throwing you off by the way your gaze widens in shock and a stutter passes between your lips, quickly averting your attention back to the half chopped strawberry in front of you.
“Wha— uhm..”
“Sorry, that was rude.” Jeno smiles, awkwardly scratching his nape. “I was wondering if it’s less than what I can press.”
A dazed gleam coats your iris, staring back dumbfounded by the image of your step-son working his hips up with crossed eyebrows, using all the force and strength of his muscle mass to lift.
“How much can you do?” You ask, clearing your throat and refocusing on your breakfast. The question more to keep up with the conversation before you run off to hide in your bedroom.
Jeno lets out a breathy laugh. “I shouldn’t have asked, don’t know what I was thinking.” Pushing up from the kitchen island to stand, he pauses before making his way to exit; having taken to a grueling AM workout after downing his shakes. “I can definitely press double, if not more than what you weigh.”
He doesn’t miss the way your hands come to a halt, gripping around the knife in your hold, eyes silently falling shut with a deep breath.
“You should come join me some time, bet I can lift you easily.”
Jeno’s grateful at least that his father has no choice but to work morning to evening five days a week to earn the lavish lifestyle he’s achieved. He’s thankful because you love to perform your afternoon stretches in the backyard, the landscape his bedroom window coincidentally faces.
“So flexible.” He mumbles to himself, forehead resting against the window frame where he stands with his hand buried inside of his boxers, mindlessly thumbing at the slit of his cock for a hint of relief. Your mid-day sessions only last about over an hour, depending on how far you want to push yourself.
Sure, the splits always made his balls tighten up, having to slow down the pace and pull at his length, circling the base to quell the sudden urge to throw you up and down on his cock fully spread out.
But really, the extended puppy pose takes him over the edge every time.
Jerking off from his bedroom window has become unsatisfactory, the best part is really after when you walk in with your smile high off endorphins, gently patting the sweat that’s accumulated on your gorgeous décolleté.
“Oh Jeno, I thought you’d gone out.”
He hums, following your movements around the kitchen to replenish your hydration, noting the beads of sweat continuously rolling down between the dip in your back. His teeth bite down on the tip of his tongue, tempted to shove you up against the fridge and lick them all clean before falling to his knees to suck the dark patch between your thighs.
“Good workout?” Jeno never tries to hide that he’s checking you out, he makes it obvious everyday. “Looks like you really worked up a sweat.”
“Oh yeah, it’s so hot outside.” The lack of eye contact you’re able to maintain indicates discomfort, judging by the way you try to clean off your stomach and arms.
“My dad has a thing about sweat, right?” Jeno offhandedly mentions, not missing the awkward twitch in your cheek to hide a grimace. “That’s why you’re always so clean by the time he gets home? The water bill has to be through the roof with how often he has you doing laundry.. not that he cares.”
“I suppose his nose is a bit sensitive.”
“He always complained about how my mom smelled, her hair after a day of not washing, the smell of the dinner she cooked him on her hands still.” He continues, enjoying your lack of reply. “He’s picky about a lot of things, I’m sure you know what I mean.”
A fake smile shuts down the conversation, nodding toward the staircase. “It’s time for my shower.”
Jeno nods, shamelessly eyeing the stains of wetness under your large breasts, pushed together even tighter by the binding sports bra meant to keep you held in place through vigorous activity. “Wouldn’t want daddy to get mad now, would we?”
A wash of embarrassment has you scurrying away from your step-son quickly, leaving behind the small towel drenched in your sweat that immediately catches his attention.
Jeno definitely inherited the same sensitive sense of smell from his father, but unlike the old man he’d become more addicted to the different places his nose had led him to. A smirk lifts his lips, tucking the towel up above his mouth to deeply inhale. It’s mind-numbing how delectable you smell, he even sucks on the remnants of damp that hasn’t fully evaporated, quietly mewling within his chest.
The telltale sound of the upstairs shower from his father’s bedroom tears him from slipping into euphoric madness, cock already half-erect as he trudges up the stairs and finds himself tip-toeing into your bedroom, the bathroom door only softly creaking as he makes space to peer through. The daily routine of watching you scrub down every inch of skin, so smooth, hairless, meticulously shaving clean each short hint of stuble. His father must be real demanding of how his little stay at home house-wife should present herself, of course.
Bunching the nearly dried towel inside of his briefs, Jeno groans between clenched lips, rubbing the cotton fabric up and down his length, his heart rate pumping up to a high-speed when you lift a leg to reach deep between your thighs and leave the fleshy area hidden there completely bald.
That will change once he manages to infiltrate, he’ll make you change for him.
“You should go out son, I don’t want you hanging around the house.” Jeno’s dad doesn’t even bother to mask his disdain, shoving a wad of cash at his chest. “Scram.”
That would be too easy, it’s not as if his friends haven’t been blowing up his phone about some party tonight. He’ll plan to leave later and miss the sound of his father’s pig-like moaning squeals when he takes five minutes to fuck you. For now, his ass isn’t moving from one of the pool chairs, opting for the more shaded area under a large canopy to watch from.
Why would he want to miss out on the display you put on for his old man, stepping out in a tight little two piece bikini that does nothing to cover any of your curves. Jeno’s cock twitches as you slowly step out of your robe and his dad whistles making grabby hands at you to enter the pool. “Jump in, baby doll.”
Sick. God he hates hearing that old worn voice order your around. He hates how you giggle and enter from the steps, giving him a half-assed jump only for your breasts to lift up under your chin before the water immerses your perfect body, lifting back out pouring cascades of wet down your shoulders and arms before his dad snatches you up by the waist. “That’s my girl.”
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five—
Jeno takes a deep breath through his nose, an irritating pinch forming between his eyebrows the more you indulge his father, dawning the smile only reserved for your husband: hugging him close between your mounds of breasts as he releases a deep moan and licks up your neck.
His stomach churns the longer he watches, shoving himself to stand and move to the jacuzzi where he can’t help but to still watch from, ignoring the daggers his father’s eyes shoot at him on his way in. He won’t dare enter the pool while the two of you canoodle in there, preferring to stay clueless as to what your lower halves could be up to, the sight of his dad’s thick ugly hands cupping your breasts from is behind already enough to make him gag.. maybe if not for the shocked moan you let out, wrapping around his wrists shyly. “Babe.. we’re not alone.”
You whisper, but Jeno traces the words from your lips, ducking lower into the jacuzzi until one of the jets rumbles against his stomach, chin grazing under the hot water.
“Ignore him.” His dad could give two fucks, squeezing under your chest with more firmness, pushing them together creating a long dip of cleavage.
Jeno can see the lack of comfort in your hidden gaze, keeping your eyelids lowered with a demure embarrassed smile, saving face only for your husband's pleasure. He knows if you couldn’t sense another pair of eyes on you, you’d be your usual bubbly coquettish self, flouncing around burying his dad’s face in your chest, giggling all loud and cute.
The thrill of watching your discomfort escalate makes his cock kick up, lowering down onto his knees for only his eyes to peer over the jacuzzi’s ledge, noticing the way your gaze skirts by quickly to not give him enough acknowledgment to feel seen, but to stay aware of just how much your step-son can see. It’s easy from the angle to remove his father’s existence behind you, especially when he shifts closer to the ledge and one of the jets blasts right against his groin.
A shiver runs up his chest, biting down on his bottom lip as he stays transfixed on your flimsily covered breasts abused and bounced around. He has to hold back a curse when he finally unties his swim trunks, tugging free his length right in front of the burst of bubbled water. The pressure pushing out of the jet breaks against his slit, choking down a groan when your gaze finally meets his, mouth tense and ashamed.
He can’t keep a smile off his face, tugging harder at himself as your forehead wrinkles together, breathily arched up by the force pushing your breasts up and down against the splash of blue chlorine water.
The water around him boils against his skin even hotter, short of breath under the heat, short of breath from the image of your lips parting open. Jeno imagines you can bend your neck forward and wrap around his girth passing between your tits, it wouldn't be hard to reach anyway. Jerking up, he pushes against the jet hole, cock instantly engulfed by an intense amount of pressure blowing out against him. The push and pull only causes his stomach to clench, sink in and hollow out his middle-section.
You were doing a better job at ignoring him before, unable to stop for seconds now to watch your step-son’s facial features contort together… he can’t, he wouldn’t..
Nostrils flare, shoulders hidden under the bubbly foam around him, jerking mindlessly into the jet. It’s like breaking a dam over and over again, the pressure of release spilling out against his thick size, the only thing missing being your convulsing slick warmth squeezing and fighting to push him free as he thrusts in harder, fucking you full beyond capacity you can handle.
Jeno could care less about the predicament he’s landed in here, stroking his cock without control like some wild animal, succumbing to his desires and needs to bend you into all kinds of positions. He knows he can too after weeks of watching you move your body bonelessly, get you twisted up like a pretzel, face down ass up, legs behind your head full-nelson you flat on your back with his dick full slotted inside, grinding down just to watch you fail to squirm away. He’d leave you with no room to move, let alone breathe, fat tits pushed up under your chin, jiggling up and down and up and down with each thrust.
“Fuck.” He’s close now, tongue lolling out at the gasp that hitches in your throat. Siren-like eyes glazed over from the constant manipulation your breasts have been put through. What a fucking pervert, watching you struggle to collect yourself and maintain your etiquette.
Does his dad even savor the way every inch of your body tastes? Does he suck on your tits until your nipples pebble up rock hard and dig into the roof of his mouth? Jeno never see’s a mark on you, no… daddy doesn’t play rough with his toys, does he.
Jeno would though, fuck he’d have you screaming to the high heavens. He can’t hide the bob of his head the closer he reaches, catching your fully widened eyes stuck on him, and your bikini top finally coming undone after minutes of tugging and kneading.
Hands too large to be yours come up just a second too late to cover over your exposed nipples allowing Jeno the chance to see how swollen and pert and big they’ve gotten, probably prodding at his dad’s hideous rough palms.
The wet bounce of fat under his control has him emptying out into the jet, most of his release blown away from the powerful stream mixing in with the rest of the ramped jacuzzi water.
He has to calm himself, overheated from the drop back down to reality, overheated from the sun burning down onto the already steamy hot tub of water. Taking his time, he’s lazy to exit, patting off his reddened chest and stinging skin to a somewhat dry finish. The heat hardly subsides with eyes on him, specifically yours..
“I said scram you damn brat.”
His father’s shrill tone gives him an excuse to glance over, most of your frame hidden by his wide back stretched around you to hug you against the pool wall for discretion to tie your top back up.
“Yeah yeah, don’t wait up for me.” Not that he would, Jeno didn’t really mean that for his father anyway. The lingering gaze grazing down his body taking in every crevice and dip of bare naked muscle though, part of him hopes that you will wait up. He means it though, even with one more glance your direction before heading inside, finding your eyes for only a millisecond.
Don’t wait up mommy, I’ll be too busy fucking any hole presented to me, maybe even multiple. Anything to curb the incessant growing need to get you alone, slam you down and fuck you until you’re ripping that ring off your finger.
Jeno has to admit, he’s impressed by how long you’ve held it together, managed to keep up your composure around him despite his best efforts to make you start to crack.
Soon. Real soon.
“You’re around the house way too much, either get a job or get out.” Jeno’s father barged into his bedroom after that little pool escapade. Throwing pamphlets for schools across the country at his face. “I put enough money in your bank account, it’s time for you to quit fucking around and make something of yourself.
Jeno knows deep down inside his father’s ulterior motivation came from an all too pretty adorable wife, evidently unhappy with the way his son has decided to forgo his gym membership in favor of walking around shirtless dripping in sweat after using the home equipment.
He couldn’t put up much of an argument with the old man. It’s not entirely your fault he found his ass on a train 7 hours away the next week, just in time for a new semester.
Sure, it’s not entirely your fault, he can’t put all of that insecure assholes blame on you.
But it is your fault, and that long silent train ride gave him all the time to ponder, reflect, plot, devise the next step. Work harder, fuck more, leave you with no choice but to wipe the drool from your chin at the mere sight of your step-son.
If only it could be that easy. He really can’t stand how reluctant you are to trip and fall, landing right into the palm of his hands breasts first. Can’t stand the way you still parade around town proudly introducing yourself as the Mrs. Lee. The side-eyes and whispers never affect you, too happy to give a damn with each guiltless swipe of your husband’s black American Express.
God, he can’t stand it. He can’t stand you.
Jeno really can’t stand his step-mom.
Not because you’re awful or even a bitch, no.. in fact, you’re perfect. Too perfect for his nasty cheater asshole father who could care less for his mother, now ex-wife.
“Ah Jeno, it’s so nice to have you home again.” Your sweet cheerful voice interrupts his fuming thoughts, the back of his head instantly relaxing in the mound of your breasts as you circle his neck and lean down to hug him. “You hungry? I stocked up on all of your favorites.”
Nuzzling back into your warm embrace, he sighs, eyes drifting shut to inhale the notes of peach and cucumber wafting from your freshly cleansed skin. Supple soft radiant skin he knows you spend meticulous hours of the day exfoliating, lotioning, massaging with oil only for your useless husband to rub his old disgusting rough hands upon.
“Missed cooking for me?” He mumbles, shifting to bury his nose in the column of your throat to fully immerse himself in your savory scent.
“Look how skinny you’ve come back, that school not feeding you properly or something?” You reprimand, patting over his flat stomach lightly. “I have to make sure to keep you full for the next couple of weeks before your break ends.”
Nudging the top of his head with your chin, you continue into the kitchen, still in your silky pajama set. Something short, hardly covering your abundant chest, dad wouldn’t have his young little trophy wife any other way, always ready for the taking.
Jeno can only imagine how many mornings his father has snuck up on you making breakfast, bending you over to fill you up before heading to work. Fucking bastard doesn’t deserve to even touch you, let alone any of those fake moans you must practice to please him.
“Are you worried about me?” Jeno’s chair scratches across the kitchen tile, slowly lifting up to get a better look at your buttcheeks squeezed by your panties, innocently bent over in search of a pan. “Maybe the school cafeteria doesn’t serve anything that satisfies my hunger.”
“I’ll fix that,” too distracted on your hunt for the right spices and oils, you fail to notice how close Jeno’s gotten, hovering behind you with a smirk as your robe slips from your shoulder. “You’re the one who wanted to go to school so far away. You could be eating my home cooking everyday if you’d just stayed local.”
“…is that so?” A grin teases at his lips, halting your hand from adjusting your robe to push it down left to fall at your feet.
A shiver runs up your spine sensing his breath fanning across your shoulder, palms smoothing down your waist to your hips. “Jeno?”
“I’m hungry, mommy.”
“Jeno? Wha—“ your hips stay locked in place, shoved against the kitchen counter by the stronger ones behind you knocking forward to trap you.
“I missed you too, mommy.” Shoving his hips forward, Jeno’s girth slots between your flimsily covered ass, rutting quickly to lodge between and create delicious friction against his cock. “You know what I really missed?”
“Je-Jeno.. what are you..”
“Last summer when you moved in, every different ridiculously tiny bikini you wore around the pool. Your fat tits barely contained, just how dad likes it huh? I guess we have that in common.” Keeping you held against the counter with his hips grinding in circles against your ass, hands find a way to your shoulders, swiftly dropping down the straps of your nightgown leaving your breast to bounce out freely. The morning crisp air circulating around the house breezes past your nipples, hardening the buds instantaneously.
“Sweetie, this.. this isn’t right, your dad—“
“Is an asshole.” Jeno bites, cupping your breasts that overflow in his hold, the fat squeezing between his digits pushing out a low groan from deep within his chest. “Fucking decrepit dickhead, bet he can’t even get hard from this alone? I’ve seen that erectile dysfunction prescription.. can’t even take care of you and fuck you right can he, mommy?”
To emphasize his point, Jeno’s hips swerve, fucking forward vigorously for the thick shape of his rod to slam between your panty covered behind, night gown bunched up over your hips from his incessant humping. “Can’t tell me a pretty young thing like you doesn’t miss it, hours and hours of getting the life fucked out of you.”
The kneading and massaging at your chest accompanied with your step-sons evidently large size has you panting, hands gripping the kitchen counter for some relief. Shaking your head, you try to ignore the way your hips rut back to find his, biting back a moan from escaping. “Jeno, please.. sweetie, d-don’t—your dad..”
A rough slap under your breast silences you, the fat rippling under Jeno’s strength as he delivers another slap, working in succession to bounce and smack each with his chin perched over your shoulder rambling on and on about how good you look like this. Perfectly pliant, needy, face full of ecstasy all thanks to your step-son.
“Dad has great taste, I’ll give the old fuck that.” Jeno snickers, teeth digging into the vein lining the side of your throat. “Had me hard as a rock fucking into my fist all summer, tried to get over you by filling up any hole.. couldn’t get your pretty body off my mind.”
“Jeno, baby.. w-we can’t. Your dad, he’ll.. he’ll kill you.”
Breath staggers against your neck at the term of endearment, hips fucking against you in earnest. “You think I fucking care about him? What about you? What about this mess you’ve made mommy? How can you do this to me? Tempt me all the time with these perfect fucking tits and expect me to leave you alone now?”
“I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry Jeno.. I didn’t—“
“Baby, I’m your baby.” Jeno pinches your nipples roughly, pulling and slapping forcing a loud echo of skin on skin to barrel across the kitchen. Jackhammering his hips faster against your ass. “Tell me to stop, don’t fucking tell me what dad wants. You tell me to stop.”
“B-baby… I-I…” a sad pathetic cry sounds, dropping forward loosely as your thighs tremble erratically, held up only the rough grip on your chest undoubtedly leaving behind marks of nails and bruising.
“Must be true.” Jeno grunts, shoving your underwear down. “Like father, like son.”
“Jeno, please, you can’t do this!” It’s harder now to fight him off, roughly taken by your chest, fondled like some little doll only there to pleasure him. “If—if he finds out—“
“Don’t worry about that senial bastard, he wouldn’t be able to read a sign even if it was spelled out for him.” Your step-son doesn’t relent, fucking against your panties roughly until the his stiffed up cock shoves the material between your ass. “You’re so wet for me, you feel that? Feel me?”
Jeno thrusts forward angling his size right between your poorly clenched thighs, ass bouncing back against his pelvic bone. “Think you can handle that? Too big for you mommy?” He reaches down to whip out his cock, expertly dragging his fully hard length out to slot against your soaked covered core. The contact makes his eyes roll up, long eyelashes fluttering rapidly impairing his vision for a minute as his size drags against the wet shape of your cunt.
“Oh fuck fuck.” Jeno refuses to cum like this, even if his stomach muscles contort and suck in viciously. He swallows down a hissed breath, jerking back to fuck against your drenched panties in earnest.
“J-Jeno.. please!”
“You want it, huh? Wanna get fucked by a big fat cock finally?” Jeno bites back a laugh, mostly a groan as the tip of his cock ruts against your clit. “Daddy can’t fuck you the way you need, can’t get you off. When’s the last time you had a real orgasm? Not that whiny shit you fake for him.”
Inner-turmoil loses to your arousal, forced to slide up and down what feels like a forearm between your thighs. Your good sense dissipates the more your cunt spreads around the girth pushing between your folds, aching to feel each pulsating vein lining your step-son’s length drag against your wet slick pussy.
“I’m… fuck Jeno..” between gasps and choked back moans, you weakly give him a thrusts back, faintly meeting his motion to rut against your clit and create a mind-numbing friction.
One of his palms lands against your ass like a crack of a whip, sending your chest to collide forward and press against the cool marble of the kitchen counter. “What did you call me?”
Gathering your underwear, Jeno pulls the material aside, sucking spit away that's gathered around his thirsty tongue upon seeing your cunt so ready to be wrecked and fucked. “Look at that tight hole, like a virgin. No way daddy’s fucking you right.”
You’re grateful that your brain hasn’t fully failed you yet, even with your step-son’s thick palms spreading your ass open continuing to spew nonsense out about the appearance of your perfect pussy. God knows you’d beg and confess how badly you need to cum— cum around your husband's son’s monster sized cock. “How am I going to fit in there mommy? I’m way too big for you.”
Jeno sounds sadistic, hawking out spit that lands and drips down to your entrance. “Should I be nice and prep you?” He laughs, a fake laugh, a mocking teasing laugh. “That would be too nice of me, wouldn’t it?”
He leans over your back, reaching for the basket of fruits and vegetables just past your head. “Should I be nice?”
Long fingers wrap around one of the cucumbers half hanging out of the basket, dragging the vegetable down to smack against your cheek. The solid food slaps your skin heavy and rough, making your step-son smile wide, highly pleased by the shame wrinkling your forehead together. “Mommy’s always so nice to me, always takes care of me so well.” Jeno taunts, leaning back and tapping the vegetable down your spine to run between your buttcheeks.
“I shouldn’t be too mean..” the thick tip of the cucumber meets your entrance, cold against your heated core making your hips shiver forward to get away.
“Baby..”
“Yeah, that’s right.” He presses in, cursing between gritted teeth as he watches you stretch open around the vegetable. It’s big, even then no competition for how wide the tip of his dick is alone. “Opening up so so pretty for me, mommy.”
He fucks the cucumber inside of you just half-way, sending your toes to arch up from the floor and scramble to grab at the kitchen counter; threatening to cut open your bottom lip with how hard you bite down to keep in a moan. The whole situation makes you feel dirty, disgusting, ashamed that you couldn’t stop him. That deep down inside you know you’d never stop him, you want it too much. Form the day you noticed your step-son watching you stretch from his bedroom window, to the time you caught a glimpse of him by the bathroom door as you scrubbed down and rinsed your naked body clean. You’ve always wanted him to make a move.
Maybe you’d been dreaming of this moment all along, adding your ingredients to the pot everyday until everything boiled over and spilled past the rim.
“So fucking nasty mommy.” Jeno keeps mumbling, thrusting the vegetable in and out of you, enthralled by the way it comes out stickier, coated with a thick layer of sheen. The wet dripping out past your cunt with each fill, spilling down your inner thighs to the kitchen floor like some whore that needs to be fucked and bred everyday. “Taking it so good, you’ll take me even better.”
His throbbing length slaps against your hip with each push and pull against your insides, hissing and groaning behind you the closer he reaches to stumbling over the edge. “You want that mommy? Want me to fuck you so good, make you forget about that huge rock weighing down your finger.”
Jeno doesn’t let you answer, not noticing the way you curl your hand into a fist to tuck away your wedding ring before discarding the cucumber as he rips you off the counter to shove you down to your knees.
“Fuck.” Gripping around his length he strokes quickly, reaching down to pull on one of your nipples and watch the fat perky mound jiggle under his ministrations.
“Gonna cum all over your perfect tits, push them together for me mommy.” Jeno slaps your breast impatiently, balls tight and tensed up between his thighs doing his best to stave off his orgasm from barreling out.
Eyes filled with big watery tears gaze up in a daze, cupping your substantial fat tits together making the perfect little pocket pussy for his cock to slide between. “Oh fuckkk.”
Jeno’s neck drops forward, slamming up between your squished breasts. Teeth grinding together to stop himself from screaming at the visual of your heavy perfect tits bouncing around his size, the tip of his length nearly hitting under your chin with each thrusts up against your chest. “So good mommy, so fucking good!”
Jeno reaches for your jaw, squeezing in roughly and smacking your cheek to pop open your lips. “Just like that, so fucking hot.” It’s everything he’s dreamt about. Nights stuck inside of his dorm room looking up milf porn, step-son breeding step-mom, juicy breasts bouncing on his computer screen that could never compare to how good this feels.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He cries out, thrusting against your chest harder, forcing the weight of your breasts up and back down into your palms, bouncing deliciously. Slapping your cheek again, digits dig into your cheeks and drop a wad of spit in. Pleased from his high up angle as you stay open and let him watch it glide down to the back of your throat. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Jeno tugs away, cock slapping down on your parted lips before reaching for the tip to squeeze around and release into your mouth. “Swallow all of it.” He moans out, circling your throat with his other hand to feel himself slide down. “That’s it, so good for me mommy.”
The smug smile he gives you before hoisting you up to sit on the table you share meals with your husband at lets you know this is far from over. “Don’t be rude mommy.” Jeno pouts, pushing space for himself between your thighs. Soft palms stroke up and down almost like a warning. “Say thank you.”
He smirks, sinking down to bury between your thighs and proceed to use his tongue in ways your husband never has.
“Dinner looks great!” Your poor unsuspecting husband sits down right where his son had his meal with you mere hours ago(one that had your back split up in an arch and your eyes meeting the back of your skull), hands clasped together before the plate you serve him.
“Now now,” Jeno chimes in, moving to stand from the dinner table to grab a bowl from the fridge. “I see no greens on that plate, didn’t your doctor warn you about that high cholesterol?”
Your husband eyes his son suspiciously, too focused on the little brat to see the sheer panic running over your face behind his side. “I found this new cucumber salad recipe, I think you’ll really like it dad.”
He smiles, an endearing sweet genuine smile, a smile that could easily make you forget what type of evil menace you’re really dealing with here. “Here, try it out.”
To your absolute horror, Jeno sets down a bowl of seasoned, finely chopped, and wet cucumber before his father, nodding eagerly.
“You put poison in this or something?” He grumbles, stabbing at the slices before shoving a batch into his mouth and chomping with a pleased hum. “Not bad, not bad at all. What’s that flavor?”
His son grins wide, eyes large and full of mirth.
“I knew you’d like it, got a kick to it right?” He blinks up to meet your mortified gaze, biting down on your fingernails as your mind shouts frantically- he wouldn’t!.. he would!.. no, no, HE WOULDN’T.
As if he can read your thoughts, Jeno winks at you, clapping his father on the shoulder. “I guess we have the same taste, daddy.”
“Don’t dare bother to throw any parties while I’m gone.” Jeno’s father glares at him, pointer finger digging between his chest. “No funny business you hear me? You need to show your step-mom some respect.”
Jeno has a hard time hiding a smug smirk, having to bite down on the insides of his cheeks to contain himself. “Oh dad, trust me, I will show her nothing but the utmost respect. You have nothing to worry about.”
His father squints, skepticism crossing his wrinkled features as he takes in his son’s face once more before heading out to bid you a long goodbye filled with lingering wet kisses.
“Right. You know what? These vacation breaks from school really seem unnecessary. Why can’t you be normal and go on trips to different party cities like the rest of the guys your age?” He scoffs, waving him off flippantly, not even a hug? Jeno clutches his chest dramatically, following after to watch the two of you say your goodbyes from the top of the staircase.
“If he bothers you..” Thick calloused fingers hold your chin delicately, nothing like the nimble boney ones that dug into your face just a few days ago and forced your mouth open to spit past your tongue. Jeno doesn’t really care to tune in, more amused than anything by the little act you keep up. Such a cute young sweet house-wife, more dolled up than your usual for a morning session of pilates. The extra effort put into your appearance no doubt for his father’s benefit, a pretty vision for him to leave behind. It’s not as if the 2 minutes it took for him to fuck you this morning wasn’t enough for the old man.
Jeno hums to himself, catching your line of sight before you follow after his dad to say bye from the driveway as he enters his ride to the airport. Maybe that’s fear in your eye, but excitement builds up his chest nonetheless; you’ll have no arms to run to now. Nowhere to hide that he won’t be able to find you, no asshole of a father to whisk you away from him. At least not for the next foreseeable 24 hours.
That’s why he goes back to bed, his father rudely awoke him this morning with a loud cursed groan after climaxing out of breath and falling onto your bed with a loud thud. He’s surprised the old man hasn’t keeled over and died yet trying to get his rocks off with you. Jeno sighs thinking about the past few days as he lays back down and buries his face into his pillow, you really have been doing a great job of avoiding him.
That doesn’t mean he misses the silent glances and hesitant looks, or the stiffness in your spine whenever he so much as passes by. No, he notices everything you do, even how you’ve been locking your bedroom door when taking showers now. It’s cute really, a game more than anything now as he rests his eyes and hums, imagining you’ve come back inside and surveillanced the downstairs area for your big scary step-son, probably sighing in relief that he’s left you alone. For now.
He’ll let you get your lovely perfect morning routine on, build up a nice sweat that gets your heart racing, high off endorphins from stretching and straining your muscles with various exercises. He’d prefer it that way really, and judging from the time— soon, soon you’ll be on your way to the kitchen to refresh with a nice chill glass of electrolytes. What a pleasant easy life his father has granted you, all you have to grant him in return is your body. It’s no wonder you work daily to keep up appearances for the old man.
Jeno’s mother had never cared much to fulfill his father’s porngraphic ideals of how women should look and act, but you, ah he really struck gold with you. He can’t deny that if he had found you first, he would have ate you alive.
“Oh.”
Your step-son’s not surprised to see you exit the newly renovated makeshift room filled with gym equipment(that used to be for his gaming consoles), gently patting your sweat glistened skin off as the door opens and unveils him standing there across from you expectantly.
“Figured you wouldn’t want me to share such a small space with you.” Jeno says, making no effort to disguise his gaze, dragging down from your chest to your hips and stopping between your thighs to moisten his lips. “All sweaty, out of breath, making sounds that could read as inappropriate..”
Tight-lipped, you nod and ignore him before stepping out and motioning inside the gym room. “All yours.”
“Everything?”
Jeno’s arm launches forward before you can take another step, pausing you dead in your tracks against the hallway wall, a less than innocent grin stares back at you. He cocks an eyebrow, following the beads of sweat raining down your forehead at faster speed the closer he inches forward until you’re pressed up against the wall with little room to free yourself.
“You thought I’d make this easy, didn’t you?” He huffs through his nose, bending at his neck to perch his nostrils right above your throat and swallow down the fresh scent of your hard work. “Burned up a real good sweat for daddy?”
“Jeno, can we talk first at least?” You squirm, leaning back as much as you can with feet flat to the ground in an attempt to slither down the wall inconspicuously. “I don’t want your dad to suspect anything, what happened the other day..”
“When you came around my tongue and begged me to fuck you?” He interrupts, pressing his forehead forward to hold yours in place, voice gruff and deep. “Or when daddy enjoyed his meal? Were you scared mommy? Don’t worry, I won’t let him do anything to you.”
“That’s not it, I’m married to your father!” You smack his chest to push yourself free, digging your palms into his muscular pecs without much budge. The contact only riles him up more, releasing a growl and bumping his nose closer to yours. “Please! Jeno, I’m all sweaty and disgusting. Let me take a shower first at least.”
“Why would I let you do that? And ruin all of this for me?” This being the sweat Jeno proceeds to lick from the divet between your collarbone, slurping his way down to your ample breasts squeezed snuggly inside of a tight sports bra. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good.”
Hearing his praise only makes you squeamish, struggling more to shove him away and break free from his biceps bracketed around you. “Please, I smell! Don’t be gross!”
It’s laughable to even ask this of your step-son, especially after having to sit and watch your husband munch away on a phallic shaped vegetable that his son had just used to get you off with.
“I’m gonna need you to shut up mommy,” Jeno scoops the soaked fabric of your bra under your breasts, pushed up higher forming two round mounds perfect for sucking on. “Nothing gross about you, or this.” Teeth bury into the perky fat of your chests, sucking roughly, rough enough to hurt but not leave marks behind.
Jeno can’t stop his hips from rutting forward, grinding his aching thickening cock against your stomach. His basketball shorts don’t do much to conceal how hard he is already, having chubbed up in his room from the thought alone of what he planned to do to you today. He has enough respect for you to leave no signs of bruising behind on your chest, but that doesn’t mean he cares when you cry out to stop again and pull away with your weak nails scratching at the wall.
“You really want me to stop?” He asks, cock dragging up and down from between your pelvis to just above your navel. “Tell me the truth mommy, I know he can’t fuck you the way I can. Know you’re desperate for it, want your sweet little step-son to hang you off his fat 9 inch cock? Come on mommy.” Jeno’s drooling between each word, slathering your chest in spit between his muffled speech and consistently sucking. “Admit it, wanna get fucked so bad.”
“N-no.. please, baby, don’t—“
Jeno’s chest rumbles, groaning loudly as he reaches to pull your bra off, rolling the wet material up for your breasts to bounce out lewdly. The smack of your chest meeting the top of your ribcage and breasts clapping together makes you squeal, quickly shutting your eyes in shame.
“Fuck, so sexy mommy. Don’t hide from me, don’t hide any of this from me.” He squeezes your chest roughly, jutting your nipples out to form perfect taut pacifiers to suck on. Jeno’s tongue works feverishly, sucking and licking at your pert buds until they fully harden to a painful point under the vacuuming pull from his mouth.
Jeno leaves your chest swollen, blood rushed to the skin he’s sucked on viciously. He hums, examining how heavy they weigh down in his palms, gripping and kneading, shoving his face between your cleavage just to hear you squeal and struggle to inch away from him. So damn cute.
“That old assholes really manipulated you well,” he grumbles, licking up the trickles of sweat dripping down from your nape to your shoulders and chest. “Has you thinking this is gross? That you are gross? What the fuck is wrong with him, huh? I should kick his fucking ass.”
“Don’t talk about your dad like that..” you whimper, biting back a moan when he bites and tugs at one of your hard nipples, jiggling your other breast against his face. Even with your mind battling between lust and guilt, you can’t help but to feel bad.
“He doesn’t deserve you.” Jeno whispers, leaning in to plant a firm kiss on your lips to shut you up. “He doesn’t even appreciate you.”
His hand cups between your legs, making your thighs lock around his wrist as he cups your sweat soaked mound. Shorts still wet after your vigorous workout. “Baby, not there, please please.”
“Mommy, I’m not going to tell you to be fucking quiet again.” He grins, licking your lips before sliding down your body to his knees. Jeno peers up, eyes sparkling in a dreamy almost innocent way, like a kid in a candy store. “I’m nothing like him.”
To prove his point, his face drops forward between your legs. The fight you put up to keep him out is useless, overpowered by his much larger stronger size as his arms come to wrap around your thighs and pull you apart allowing for his nose to drag up and down your sweaty slick soaked workout shorts.
“Jeno!” Your neck drops back weakly, eyes rolling shut at the sensation of your step-son pulling the material of your shorts with the suction of his mouth alone. Tonguing and sucking on the fabric to absorb the remnants of sweat that poured down and collected between your thighs. Pulling on his hair serves you no advantage, completely under his control as he grinds your cunt against his face roughly.
The only resolution you find comes from covering your face to hide your moans of pleasure, whimpering into your hands the more he licks between your folds shaped by your thin shorts clinging to your center.
Jeno sounds like a rabid animal down there, devouring his way through the best meal he’s ever had. The first sound of a rip sends your spine to straighten out, reaching back down to pull on his hair. “What are you doing!”
He groans, more turned on by your hands digging into his scalp and pulling roughly. Scooping around your thighs for more leverage, Jeno pulls at your shorts and bites down the seam until they give, ripping enough of a hole for his digits to push through and expand. A growl vibrates against your center as he dives in, teething your thin underwear away to roll his tongue against your clit.
“Oh my Go—“ out of breath you arch against his mouth, head shaking side to side and banging into the wall behind you. “Jeno!”
His tongue hardens and swirls against your clit, stimulating each nerve until your feet kick against his back and your hips jerk forward enough to ride his face. He can hardly breathe between your thighs, unbothered by the lack of air reaching his brain as he strokes your clit in expert motion until your cunt spasms against his mouth. Shouting out with your palm hitting flat against the wall as you release down his chin, entrance rocking along the lower half of his face despite the sensitivity throbbing around your middle.
Jeno laps at his mouth like a thirsty dog, slapping your exposed core before moving to stand and wrap around your waist to ensure you can’t run. Not that you will.
“You ready for it.” Resting your hand on his groin, your step-son rushes you up the stairs, scooping under your thighs to reach your bedroom faster.
“In here?!?” You grimace, head shaking to begin pleading. “Not where we slee—“
“Hush.” Jeno doesn’t give you more of an opportunity to argue, immediately hooking into your shorts and underwear to pull them off, only throwing them aside after stuffing the wet fabric under his nose to get a deep inhale. “God damn.”
As much as he wants to let this moment wash over him, the reality of having his wildest fantasy come true, laid out flat in his prick of a father’s bed, legs spread open showing off the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen; Jeno can’t deny how badly he needs to fuck you before he cums in his pants. He’s never been this turned on before, slapping your thigh as he reaches to turn you over onto your stomach, cunt all shiny and raw from the back, squished between your legs making his head spin even more somehow. There’s no way in fucking hell his dad deserves you, not one bit.
Reaching to shove down his shorts, Jeno pats his pocket for his phone, swiping it out discreetly to hit record and perch the device against one of your pillows; making sure to keep it out of your sight before he adjusts between the backs of your thighs. “I’ll fuck your ass too.” He says with a stroke of his thumb between your buttcheeks. “Gonna need more cucumbers for that though.” He snickers, finding a photo from your honeymoon framed on your bedside table, the side you sleep on of course.
Flipping off his father’s cheesy grin, he reaches over to slam the photo down. This is his moment after all, no one else's.
He’d never let you know how raging hard his dick feels right now, lining up the tip to your waiting hole. Having to roll his tongue back to stop himself from blurting out the amount of times he’s busted a nut into his hand, on his stomach, fuck even the pool jacuzzi jets more than a few times by now. All thanks to his precious step-mom, so carelessly displaying every inch of skin, fueling his perverse brain more than you even realize
“Knew you’d take it so good for me,” it’s better than getting a taste of you, which he didn’t think was possible. The stretch of your cunt expanding around his wide girth, skin pulled over the head of his cock struggling to keep him out and somehow pull him in at the same time.
“Gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” Jeno says in a more cocky tone, feeling more confident than ever now with half of his length inching inside of you. Pussy walls trembling around his size, sucking around the fat meat pulsing its way inside. No college slut, no amount of lotion to aid his palm, no graphic image available on a free adult website would ever come close to this.
Fully sheathed inside, he sounds out of breath, listening to your whimpers and moans you try to hide with your bedding tugged between your teeth. He glances at his phone quickly, positioning himself to pull out slowly and fall into a rapid pace, dropping his lower half to yours faster and faster until you’re screaming out. The way you scramble to grab onto something—arms flailing out to grab your bed for purchase only encourages him to fuck you faster. Slapping your ass with each powerful thrust.
“Best dick you’ve ever taken, don’t fucking lie to me.” Jeno demands, delivering another harsh slap to your ass before ramming forward balls deep. The collision of his palm cracks around your bedroom, knocking a loud cry from your chest. You nod rabidly in response, gasping deliriously with each pointed thrust. “Say it! Who fucks you this good!”
“You! You baby! Only you!” His phone’s camera stays angled filming your sides, albeit shaky and hard to capture the complete fucked out devestation that’s taken over your pretty face, it’s enough. Enough for him to get off to later, enough to get his way every single time if he needs to.
“That’s right,” Jeno angles his hips to fuck you full with each heavy land of his lower half, pushing your ass up with every clapping shout of skin on skin sounding out between your bodies. “Only me, only your baby.”
The camera tips over, screen gone black directed at the ceiling only recording the sounds of your moans and broken words between each other, Jeno’s gruff heavy panting breaths. The crash of your bodies rocking your headboard against your bedroom wall in a way he’s never once heard his father achieve.
“I’ll never stop fucking you now.” His bicep locks under your chin, forcing your waist to arch forward almost painfully; just enough to strain your lower back. “You’re mine.”
He follows with a growl, lips pressed up to your cheek, laving at whatever skin he’s able to reach. With another roll of his hips, he comes to a still, the thick muscle of his arm around your neck popping out in flex as his body tightens up and locks around your throat. Biting back a moan, Jeno’s release pours inside of you, hot and thick ropes of cum aimed deep inside of you before pulling out the rest of the way to spill between your ass and thighs. “Fuck!”
He sighs, kissing the top of your head to make sure your eyes have shut before reaching for his phone to record the beautiful mess left on your body. He wants to keep going on about how his dad will never fuck you to the point of nearly passing out, dragging his fingers through the mix of your releases before bringing them to his mouth to suck on.
One taste and Jeno knows he won’t stop fucking you until that ring slips off your finger for good.
“Hope he wasn’t too much to put up with while I was gone.” Your husband wraps around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. “Next break I’ll have him go stay with his mother.”
“It’s okay my love, he really doesn’t bother me..”
“Hmm, well he sure bothers me.” He sighs, burying his nose into your hair. “Trying a new shampoo?”
“No…” you hold back from making a face, not having had time to thoroughly clean yourself all squeaky clean thanks to your step-son fucking you through the night.
“Oh..” his nose scrunches, pulling away at the sensation of his phone vibrating against your hip. “God, what the hell can this kid want now?”
It has to be Jeno. As unsuspecting as you can, you shift to peer over your shoulder where your husband stands with his eyebrows twisted together. “Why did he send me a video.”
He presses play, immediately setting off your fight or flight response and mentally mumbling off a thank you for the kitchen counter keeping you steady on your feet. The sound of your moans blast from your husband’s phone accompanied by heavy deep grunts, skin clapping against skin and his phone screen covered by the image of your lower half rippling under the weight of your step-sons brutal unrelenting thrusts.
“What in the—“
“Oh my god!” You shriek, slapping a hand over your mouth to quiet your shock. Another text pops up at the top of the screen not even a minute later.
Jeno- ‘Sorry about that dad, meant to text that to my group chat. My mistake.’
“This fucking kid.” Your husband mutters, continuing to watch the video with squinted eyes. “The time stamp on this is from the other night?”
To your horror, he looks at you with an even more confused expression, swiping the video away before it comes to an end. “Did that little shit have someone over? After I made myself clear—“
“He went out!” You blurt out, nodding and catching yourself with a grip on the counter behind your back. “I didn’t think to mention it, but he went out that night. Don’t know when he came back.”
Your husband nods, glaring back at his phone. “I guess he got that insatiable sex drive from me.” He grins at that, humored by his own intrigue watching the girl his son was hooking up with. “Got my type too.” Leaving out the part about a tight little ass, he leans over to grab yours with a squeeze and plants a kiss on your cheek.
You offer a laugh, forcing it to sound less uncomfortable than you feel. “You should delete that text babe, I don’t like that you could be looking at other girls when I’m right here.”
“Is my sweet angel jealous?” He chuckles, slapping your butt and opening his phone to show you as he deletes the message. “My son could never land himself a woman that comes close to you, believe me. You have nothing to be worried about.” With a kiss to your lips he makes to exit and head to your bedroom to shower, leaving you alone to collapse against the counter and quell down the urge of panic trapped in your chest.
The buzz from your phone halts your breakdown, grasping over the kitchen island for it to see new messages from your step-son.
Jeno- ‘You think daddy may prefer these?’
Attached are different angles, showing off more of the bed you sleep in with your husband every night, catching peeks of your pleasured face. Jeno’s behind you in the thumbnails sharing an equal image of rolled up eyes and lips parted open. You don’t need to hit play to know how obscene each video must be.
Jeno- ‘You’ll be sure to keep your pretty mouth shut if you know what’s good for you, right? I know you’re a smart girl.’
An image of your legs parted open from behind sends next, backside covered in a mess of your step-son’s cum and wet arousal smeared around your thighs.
Jeno- ‘Be good for me mommy.’
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plz write a lil something for pervy older bf! toji <3
i got halfway through writing this and then decided i didn't like it and started all over so that's why this took awhile lmao but i loved writing this ＼(≧▽≦)／ i love nasty mean but in a nice way toji he's just so. mwah he's so hot i'd let him mooch off of me
✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, age gap (reader is 18/19 + toji is late 30s/early 40s), public s3x, toys, edging, size difference, size kink, toji records n takes pics of u, praise kink, degradation, toji uses ur underwear as a gag, bondage, overstimulation, lil bit of obsessive!toji
✎ word count: 1.3k words (not proofread)
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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who takes you out on dates just to show you off. you'll whine about how people always stare at the two of you and give you judgmental looks, but toji just shushes you and tells you to put on a pretty dress.
✧ ˖ ° he always makes sure you get a booth in the back of the restaurant and takes his phone out as soon as you're both seated. dinner always starts with him opening the app that controlled the vibrator that keeps nudging against your clit, but he only turns it on when your server comes to talk to you (unless there's a booth next to you with people in it, then he tortures you with it).
✧ ˖ ° of course toji doesn't make you cum with it, not for the entire time he drags out dinner. "so impatient to leave, do y'not wanna spend time with me, doll? we're havin' such a good time right now! hm, wha'd'ya think, should we get dessert? they have that cake you like, look!" he watches you squirm with a smile, pretending he's oblivious to your little whines and pleading eyes.
✧ ˖ ° once you're finally done he nearly shoves you into the backseat of his car, pulling you over his lap, pressing his hand flat over your back to keep you lying down. your little dress is hiked up and underwear pushed to the side. the vibrator falls onto his lap while he shoves two thick fingers into you, leaning down to speak in a hushed, condescending tone.
✧ ˖ ° "ya just can't shut up, can ya princess? poor bastard had a fuckin' hard-on the second he saw your face. heh, can't blame him, i got such a pretty baby. y'just can't cover up how you're feelin', do i gotta start trainin' you on how to be quiet? that'd be fun, wouldn't it?"
✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who's camera roll is mostly pictures and videos taken of him fucking you, fingering you, you dressed up for him, you trying to suck his dick... any way he has ever had you, he has something to remember it with (he will literally delete apps to make more storage for you).
✧ ˖ ° he loves it when you get camera shy; he thinks it's adorable and showers you in praise while he tells you to smile around the fingers he shoves in your mouth. whenever you even look like you think the pictures and videos won't look good, he carries you over to the nearest mirror and fucks you in front of it until you admit just how gorgeous you are. it delights toji that that's your biggest problem with it, not that he had unending amounts of porn with you as the star on his phone.
✧ ˖ ° there's videos of everything. his favorites are the ones where you're absolutely brainless, covered in sweat and his cum, your pretty makeup ruined with tears and smeared on the sheets. toji always makes sure his phone picks up the obscene noises of his dick driving in and out of you while you arch your back and weakly press your hands against his abs. "so beautiful like this f'me, all for me, my little girl, y'gonna cum again? fuck- haa, c'mon princess, cum all over my cock, shit! so fuckin' tight, y'look so pretty cumming all over my cock, think this is the best one we got yet!"
✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who occasionally shows up at your window in the middle of night, jamming himself through it while you're whisper-shouting that your parents are asleep down the hall. he's already got his hands on you, though, and it doesn't take long before he's balling up your underwear and shoving it into your mouth, already having you on the floor so he can eat you out. whenever you get too noisy he'll stop, pinching your thigh or your ass and asking you if you really wanted your parents to find a man the same age as them fucking you with his tongue.
✧ ˖ ° and he isn't nice when he finally buries himself balls deep in you, either. he'll flip you over and lift you by your neck until you're kneeling with your back pressed into his chest. one hand covers your entire lower face, making sure to muffle the whiny moans you can't help letting out, while the other goes down to your clit to rub tight circles into it.
✧ ˖ ° there's always a tiny bit of panic in the way you claw at his unyielding arms because toji always faces you straight towards your door (which, of course, doesn't lock). he finds it just so darling how you lean your head back to look up at him with a mix of worry and overwhelming pleasure. he just grins and coos down at you, patting his fingers against your cheek a little too roughly.
✧ ˖ ° "'s okay sweetie, y'just gotta be quiet f'me, can ya do that? gonna be a good little girl, right? hm, what, is rubbin' your clit too much? i don't care, sweetie, you're gonna take what i give ya. hah, really gonna cum already? pussy's already so fuckin' wet, they're gonna wake up just from me fuckin' ya, princess!"
✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who practically has you move in with him. he just loves his pretty baby so much, he wants to be around you all the time! he'll keep you for days at a time, making you lie to your parents about being with different friends (he makes you sit in his lap and fingers you while you're on the phone with them).
✧ ˖ ° it's not kidnapping, per say, but every time you mention going home you somehow end up with your hands tied to his headboard. if he suspects you're still even thinking about leaving, he edges you for nearly an hour until you're crying, promising him you won't leave through whines and hiccups.
✧ ˖ ° he'll leave indents of his teeth in your soft skin as he comes up to you, his titan-sized body blocking you from seeing or feeling anything else but him as he starts pushing into you. the smile that spreads across his face when you nearly cum as his balls pressed into your ass is just sadistic, even more so as he watches you squirm and struggle against your bindings.
✧ ˖ ° "aw, poor baby, y'want me to untie your hands? y'wanna touch me? i don't think ya deserve to, y'were so mean, sayin' ya wanted to leave. really hurt my feelings, princess," he says, cupping your face and rubbing the tears from your cheeks. his hips are moving back and forth so slowly, just slow enough that it keeps you right on the edge, and his grin nearly hurts as he looks down at your glazed eyes and bitten lips. "think ya deserve to now, sweetie? did ya learn your lesson?"
✧ ˖ ° toji listens to you babble apologies, "'m gonna be- be good, promise toji- ah-h, promise, i promise, please!" over and over until he decides to take pity on you. he'll draw his hips back one more time being he's slamming into you, sitting up so he can grip onto your thighs as leverage to fuck into you roughly. you're cumming in seconds, body spasming as your eyes roll back and every part of you is overwhelmed by the behemoth of a man using your body as a fucktoy.
✧ ˖ ° he won't stop until you nearly pass out, stuffing load after load of thick cum into your abused pussy and berating you when it spills out. at the end of it all, when he's coming down from his last high and you're coming back to semi-consciousness, he'll kiss your forehead and murmur that he hopes you learned your lesson.
#jujutsu kaisen#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x female reader#reader insert#toji fushiguro smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#— lilly writes! ♡
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bark at the moon
there's something suuuuper weird in your garage. your best friend Robin calls up her old pals, Steve and Eddie, to come and take a look.
Contains: Eddie x Fem!Reader. Mix of canon & Modern AU, w/ tweaks to established lore (faithfulness to the source material? I don’t know her). Plot of the show is more or less the same, but focus will be on minor threats escaping from the Upside Down, and no more. Everyone is aged up a bit, timeline of events is kept vague. Reader learns some secrets that are tough to wrap her head around, Eddie is an awkward sweetheart, and platonic!Stobin reigns supreme.
Word Count: ~8.1k
Warnings: Some brief descriptions of gore. Reader has a mild panic attack. Mentions of food & eating. Strong language.
I've been tinkering away at this fic since the summer; it's a little different than the sweet & fluffy stuff I normally post, but I had a blast writing it! So I hope you guys enjoy! 🩷
“Call me when you get home, okay?”
“I will.” You smack a kiss to Robin’s cheek and push your stool back against the bar. “Try not to get into too much trouble tonight. It’s only Thursday.”
“No promises,” Vickie chimes in, grinning toothily at you, cheeks flushed from a mix of joy and booze.
“I mean it.” You jab a finger in her direction, only half-jokingly. “If you FaceTime me again at 3 AM so I can provide ‘emotional support’ while you’re puking your guts out in the bathroom, I’m hanging up.”
Vickie doesn’t even blink. “You won’t hang up,” she replies dismissively.
She’s totally right, but you don’t say so.
“Just try and keep your insides where they belong, please. They should be, y’know — on the inside. Alright? I love you both. Goodnight!” You blow another dramatic kiss in their direction as you saunter out of the bar, weaving between sticky tables over the even-stickier floor to the exit.
Lizzy’s is you, Robin, and Vickie’s favorite haunt, a nondescript dive bar located on the outskirts of town. It’s a squat, dingy little building tucked neatly away into a thicket of trees at the deadend of a backroad. There’s no neighbors or rival businesses in sight, just a small parking lot with a defunct telephone booth that probably hasn’t worked in several decades. The bar is usually only frequented by patrons belonging to one of two exclusive sects: members of the local biker gang, and this random lesbian couple and their one friend.
Truly a hidden gem.
Happy Hour at Lizzy’s has been a tradition for you and Robin (and Vickie, when she chooses to tag along) since you met at work retreat a year ago. When you caught sight of her funky patched-up blazer and choppy hairstyle, you immediately clocked her as the other youngest, coolest person in the room and forced your friendship upon her in the name of survival. Who else were you gonna hang out with for an entire weekend — Matt from HR who, ironically, was on probation for sending a coworker unsolicited dick pics? No way.
“Hey, can you hold the other side of my bag open for me? I’m gonna jam these cookies in there — quickly, while no one’s looking.”
Two peas in a pod, stealing extra goodies from the complimentary snack table and gossiping in the back row during presentations when you should’ve been listening. You’ve been attached at the hip ever since.
Full of mirth from the quality time spent with your best friend, you hum cheerfully to yourself as you push through the exit and step outside. The door whacks shut behind you, closing you off from the bar’s warm interior, and immediately, you take notice of two things.
First, you’re met with a surprising chill in the air. It’s been pretty temperate so far this week, and pleasantly warm earlier in the day, but it’s become startlingly cold in the mere hours you were inside the bar. You swear you can see a frozen puff of breath each time you exhale. You hug your arms around yourself, frowning slightly. Gravel crunches under your feet as you walk to your car.
The second thing you notice is that it’s obscenely dark out. A single orange streetlamp flickers in the parking lot, illuminating little more than the fluttering moths bashing themselves stupidly into the bulb. There’s no moon in the black-velvet sky; it’s just a blanket of darkness above. You glance at the watch on your wrist, but the time is indiscernible without proper lighting. I guess it’s later than I thought?
The hairs stand up on the back of your neck. There’s a gross, inexplicable feeling of nakedness as you cross the lot; the cold, unexpected dark and loss of time has you feeling disoriented and exposed. Naturally, your mind begins dredging up scenes from every horror movie you’ve ever watched, and you pick up the pace. Reaching the car, you wrench open the driver-side door, eager to be within the safe confines of the vehicle.
You slide in, and release a relieved breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. Slumping back against the seat, you think, Man, I gotta lay off the slasher flicks.
The moment doesn’t last long. Another bolt of paranoia suddenly shoots through you — you whip your head around, searching the backseat for a killer lurking in the shadows, waiting to slice your throat open, possibly with a machete, or maybe even a hook attached to a stumpy wrist.
Nothing there. Totally empty. Not even an extremely trim, flexible murderer contorting themselves out of view down on the cramped floor space.
“It’s fine,” you say aloud to no one in particular, turning forward again. You start the car and ease out of the lot, switching the radio to a pop station — your last line of defense. No one ever got brutally murdered while listening to Britney.
Thankfully, the ride is uneventful, and nobody pops up behind you with any instruments of violence. The further you get into town, with its familiar lights and gentle hum of nighttime traffic, the more at ease you feel. Your mind drifts, thinking of work, what you’ll make for dinner tomorrow, whether or not Vickie will be throwing up within the next hour. Any mundane topic that’ll help calm your nerves.
Eventually you reach home and pull into the garage. It’s a miracle you can even still park in there, it’s so full of junk — old furniture and hardware tools and odds and ends you haven’t had the energy to try and sort through.
A sigh escapes as you cross the threshold that separates the garage from the house. The sweet, homey kitchen is a welcome sight to enter. You put a kettle on for a cup of tea before bed, and decide to dial Robin while you wait for the water to boil.
She picks up after several rings.
“Hello my love.”
“Hi Rob. I’m alive.”
“Oh, good. That would’ve been awkward if it was someone else calling me.”
“Are you still at the bar?”
“Yeah, we’re leaving in a few. Vickie says she’s fine, but she’s got that look in her eye, so…”
There’s a faint “I am fine!” in the background and you snicker. “Good luck with that.”
Robin snorts. “Thanks. Talk to you tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
Robin bids you goodnight, and you feel a rush of affection for her. Your roommate recently moved out to go live with her boyfriend, leaving you as the sole tenant of the house. Although you reassured her endlessly that you had no issues living alone, Robin was insistent on constantly checking up on you lest you ‘get SVUed’ — her phrasing, not yours.
The kettle starts whistling, and you pour the steaming water into a mug with a bag of chamomile. You plop down on the soft cushion tied to the kitchen chair, letting the weariness of the day settle in your bones.
You scroll idly through your phone while sipping your tea, ignoring the slight burn it leaves on your lips and tongue. The old house settles and creaks while you relax, making those soft noises that you’ve become accustomed to over time. In fact, you’re so used to it by now that in your sleepy state, you don’t even register the odd sound in the garage, a sort of thunk, not unlike that of a confused bird flying into a picture window.
When the last drop of tea is gone, you place the mug in the dishwasher and head for your bedroom. You go through the steps of your night routine as though on autopilot before finally crashing into the plush bed. Within minutes, sleep takes you.
The sound of your alarm is innocuous enough — a small tinkle of bells or chimes or whatever cheerful twee instrument it is that Apple is using.
It’s incredible how something so innocent can sound so ungodly. Ugh.
Barely lifting your head up off the pillow, you drag the trilling device towards you with snatching fingers and turn it off. Maybe you’ll get up when the second alarm goes off, but let’s be honest — it probably won’t be until the third, and even then you might steal a few extra minutes under the covers.
Eventually you manage to pull yourself upright and, with a huge yawn, lurch out of bed. You shuffle down the hall, thinking of little more than the bagel you’re gonna demolish before jumping in the shower, and make your way back into the kitchen. Your bare feet pad softly across the linoleum floor, cold and sticking slightly to your heels. The sky outside the window is a dark, deep blue.
Then finally, in the stillness of the early morning, you hear a dull thud.
You pause halfway to the toaster.
Ten seconds go by. Silence.
Okay, that’s fine, it’s probably noth–
Thud.
Goddamn it.
There’s a stab of alarm as the sound repeats again, then twice more in rapid succession. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to remain calm, and grab the softball bat you keep propped up by the door. Safety first.
You tiptoe cautiously to the door separating the kitchen and the garage, thinking it’s probably a raccoon or something, he slipped inside when I drove in last night. Actually, there’s so much shit in there, he’s probably been living there for weeks. I really should call a Junk King –
You push the door open slowly, peering around the edge, prepared to fight. Your self-defense weapon is made of bright pink aluminum that catches the dim kitchen light emanating from behind you, glinting in your hands. You’re pretty sure it’s a little-league number so, clearly, it’ll be an even match for whatever it is that awaits you.
At first, nothing appears out of the ordinary. There’s no human silhouettes lurking in the dark. Everything is more or less the same as it was last night. The car is right where you left it, and the windows are intact. The spare furniture crammed against the perimeter is still there – nothing is missing or vandalized. But the room is still too dark for you to make out any less obvious differences, so you reach for the lightswitch on the left side of the doorframe.
And then, from the far corner of the room, up towards the ceiling, there’s an ear-splitting screech that nearly stops your heart.
Before you even have time to blink, a shadowy mass is suddenly flying straight at you. It’s still mostly obscured in the dark — whatever it is — a nebulous blur that swings in a low arc across the room. It’s moving so quickly that the air whistles as the creature cuts a path through it.
You let out a shriek of your own and spring backwards, slamming the door shut. It’s just barely closed when it collides into the wood with a frightening crash. You lock the door with numb fingers and slump back against it with your heart in your throat, and a hot, loose feeling in your lower stomach that, in the midst of your hysteria, you manage to acknowledge as a warning that you might shit your pants.
You lurch forward and spin around, now watching the door with wide eyes. The noise from before, which you now understand must have been that thing flinging itself against the walls, resumes with a fervor that makes you sick with fright. It slams into the door relentlessly, and you physically cringe with each hit.
With shaking hands, you pull one of the kitchen chairs out and prop it underneath the door handle. You really don’t think it could be strong enough to break through, but…
At least you don’t think —
“Robin, I’m about to die.”
“...at six-thirty in the morning? Can you put it off until this afternoon, at least?”
Robin’s voice is still thick with sleep and there’s no doubt that she’s irritated by your early phone call, but right now, you could care less.
“I think there’s some kind of cryptid in my garage.”
There’s a pause on the other end of the phone.
“Come again?”
“Like, I think the fucking Jersey Devil is in there, or something. When I got up this morning I kept hearing this weird noise, so I put my big girl panties on and went to investigate –”
“By yourself? Are you dumb? What if someone was in there?”
“Hey, I had protection, okay? Besides, I figured it was probably a racoon. If it had been a person planning on hurting me, they weren’t being very discreet about it –”
“Alright, alright. Continue.”
“So I open the door, and next thing I know, this thing screams and starts fucking flying directly at my head. I didn’t get a good look at it, Rob, it was too dark, but that thing is out for blood. It keeps flying into the door. Listen to this shit.”
You put your phone on speaker and hold it out, standing as close to the door as you’re willing to get.
“Um, I can’t hear anything.”
“...well…it was doing it earlier...”
“...right. So, what, a bird flew into your garage?”
“A bird? Maybe.” That sort of fit, right? Whatever it was, it had wings. It was kind of big. It made noise. You consider. “Could be a bat, I suppose.”
Across town, Robin suddenly sits bolt upright in bed. Vickie mumbles incoherently next to her, half-awake from hearing your too-early conversation.
“I’m coming over,” Robin says abruptly, and hangs up.
Flinging herself out of bed, Robin begins dressing frantically, scrambling to pull a pair of jeans up over her bare legs. Drawers and closet doors bang open and slam shut again. Vickie groans from beneath her pillow. “Could you keep it down, please?”
“No, sorry babe. Gotta go. I’ll explain later.”
“Are you kidding me?”
You rub your temples in irritation and throw yourself back down on the couch. You’ve taken refuge in the living room while you wait for Robin, and have spent the past fifteen minutes going back and forth with animal control. Trying to convince them to come get this thing out of your house? An exercise in futility.
A frantic knocking makes you jump, before you realize it’s coming from outside the house. You cautiously enter the kitchen again and when you see Robin’s face through the small pane of glass in the front door, your whole body sags with relief. You fling it open breathlessly and throw yourself at her. “Thank God!” The words are muffled, as your face is pressed into her shoulder.
“Hey, it’s okay!” She slings her arm around you in a hug and pats your back. “We’re gonna take care of this.”
You release her and start venting your frustration. “Yeah, we’ll have to. I tried calling animal control and apparently they can’t do anything since it’s not a dog or a cat, and they kept telling me I had to call a wildlife removal agency instead, and they just kept going on about how they have to send a professional who specializes in birds or bats or whatever the hell it is, and that it’s gonna cost me like at least two hundred bucks –”
Robin cuts off your rambling. “I don’t think you should call anyone.”
You huff. “I certainly don’t want to, if it’s gonna cost me that much. I thought this was what animal control did. What am I paying taxes for?”
Robin’s been here all of two minutes and you already feela little better. The run-in earlier had frightened you, certainly, but you’re no longer alone in the house with an eldritch horror.
Robin shakes her head. “No, I mean I already called someone.”
That stops you, and you squint at her in confusion. “Who? You know a guy who handles this kinda thing?”
“...actually, I know two.”
Eddie’s green-and-white van screams around the corner, practically making the turn on two wheels.
“Jesus, Munson, slow down!”
“Relax, Harrington. I’m a certified expert driver. My insurance company said so.”
A Megadeth song that Steve doesn’t know thumps out of the speakers at a deafening volume. Eddie drums his hands on the steering wheel in time with the music, headbanging as vigorously as he can manage without taking his eyes completely off the road.
Steve reaches for the stereo knob and turns it down. Eddie shoots him a disgruntled look from the driver’s seat. “Hey, man —”
“We got somewhere to be, alright? I told Robin we’d get there ASAP. The last thing we need is for you to wrap this thing around a telephone pole.”
“If she didn’t move so far away, we would already be there,” Eddie complains.
“Dude, she lives like an hour away now. Hour and a half, tops.”
“Well, that’s a long drive when it’s this early!”
Waiting for Robin’s reinforcements to arrive provides ample time for her to shatter your world. You sit together on opposite ends of the couch, staring at each other in intense silence. Your brow is deeply furrowed, eyes nearly shut from the force of the expression.
“Are you being for real, or is this an elaborate lie you’re making up that you’ll laugh at me for falling for later?”
Robin drags her finger across her chest, drawing an imaginary X. “Cross my heart and hope to die. Trust me, I know how crazy it sounds.”
You let out a high-pitched laugh that sounds more like a wheeze. “Yeah, it sounds fucking crazy!”
Robin’s expression turns resentful. “Hey, you’re the one who called me saying Mothman was in your garage this morning –”
“I said the Jersey Devil, actually, but c’mon! An interdimensional monster. Is that real? Can that really be real?”
“Listen, just think about what you saw. You were pretty freaked. Did it really seem like some rabied-up household pest?”
It didn’t. The odd, kite-like shape, the speed with which it flew, and the utter determination — there was no doubt in your mind that it had dived at you deliberately, with the malicious intent to bite and scratch and hurt. You remember the hot taste of fear in your mouth, like a bitter pill dissolved on the tongue.
“No, it didn’t,” you admit quietly. That thing, whatever it was, was weird. But that doesn’t make Robin’s story any easier to swallow.
When it came to the supernatural or…whatever this was considered, you were neither a believer nor a skeptic. You weren’t willing to fully corroborate the existence of such things until you had experienced something like it yourself, but you still took others’ reports in stride; if someone claimed that they felt cold spots in their grandmother’s bedroom after she died, or that their belongings often ended up in odd places despite no one moving them, then you rolled with it. Who were you to deny their experiences? You wouldn’t tell them they’re wrong.
But Robin’s Upside Down, well…it’s giving less childhood ghost story and more Stephen King novel. One of the weirder ones too, that he wrote when he was still snorting a ton of cocaine. She’s on some Tommyknockers shit.
“You’ll see,” Robin promises. “When we kill it, you can get a good look at it.”
“Right, about that. Steve is your himbo friend from home, right?”
Robin smiles proudly. “The one and only.”
“But he’s good at this? Getting rid of these things?”
She nods eagerly. “Oh, very. I know I say he’s a himbo, but I’m selling him short, really, he’s the best. Best guy I know, in fact.”
You hear the pointed lilt in her voice, the one that’s always there when Robin mentions Steve to you. You roll your eyes. “There’s a monster in my garage, and you’re worried about getting me a date?”
Robin throws her hands up in defiance. “I’m just sayin’! He and his girlfriend Nancy broke up.” Her face suddenly lights up as she remembers a bit of gossip. “She’s bisexual now, by the way! Shame she didn’t realize it when we were in high school together, I had a huuuuge crush on her.”
“I thought you had a huge crush on Vickie in high school?”
“I did,” she says, as though there’s nothing contradictory about that fact. “Listen, I’m a complex, multifaceted lesbian, with a lot of —“
She’s interrupted by the knocking at the front door, and both of your heads turn automatically towards the sound.
It’s your second house-call of the day. Robin jumps up, winking at you. “It’s gonna be fine,” she whispers, and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.
You follow her back into the kitchen, where you’re promptly welcomed by the sight of two boy-faces smushed shamelessly against the glazing in the door.
Robin rolls her eyes and yanks it open.
Without the door in place to support him, one boy loses his balance and topples forward, crashing into the kitchen. The other boy, who pulled back in time, laughs openly at him.
“Hey, dinguses, this isn’t my house, remember? Don’t be weird.”
“There’s not a day in Munson’s life that he hasn’t been weird.”
The one pulling himself up off the floor grunts out, “I resent that.” When he’s fully upright, he gazes at you with wide eyes and a slight frown, not saying anything.
Robin steps in and they each take turns embracing her in greeting. One of them even ruffles her hair affectionately, and you watch the three of them with interest.
You’ve seen enough pictures of Steve Harrington by now that you could pick him out from a mile away. Of the two boys he’s taller, and more classically handsome, with his pretty features and artfully-sculpted hair. In his neat green pullover and pressed jeans, you can totally picture King Steve as he was in high school — athletic and rich and preppy, with his equally rich and preppy girlfriend.
While you recognize Steve immediately, this other boy you know less. He looks only vaguely familiar, perhaps a background figure in Robin’s photos. His dark hair is long, curly and disheveled, and his eyes are huge and starkly brown against his pale skin. Despite the early hour they must’ve left at, he's taken the time to deck himself out in black leather and loads of silver jewelry.
After he releases Robin, Steve introduces himself. He saunters forward confidently, one hand extended out towards you. “I’m Steve,” he says with a charming smile. He cocks his head slightly to the side, and there’s a brief pause for dramatic effect. “Steve Harrington.”
In your peripheral vision, you can see Robin holding a hand over her eyes in embarrassment. The other boy shoots him a dirty look.
You shake his hand politely, mildly amused. “Nice to meet you, Steve.”
When Steve releases your hand, the dark-haired one gives you an awkward wave. “I’m Eddie.”
The name rings a bell. You wave back and smile at him kindly. “Hi, Eddie.”
He shuffles his feet, Reeboks squeaking against the linoleum, not quite meeting your eyes.
“I’m really glad you both are here,” you add, glancing between the two boys. “Thank you so much for coming.”
“Our pleasure,” Steve replies. “Always happy to be of service —”
“So,” Eddie cuts in, “where did you find this little fucker, anyway?”
“The garage.” Your voice is soft with trepidation. “The door’s right there.”
Three sets of eyes, blue and hazel and brown, follow the line of your pointed index finger. The chair is still jammed underneath the knob in a feeble attempt to barricade the door.
“Alright, we just need to grab our stuff from the van,” Eddie tells you. “And we’ll take care of it. If there’s only one, it shouldn’t take us long at all.”
You nod, like this is all good and normal and not the weirdest morning of your life. “Okay.”
When they move to head outside again, Steve eyes your little pink aluminum softball bat, back in its place in the corner. He smiles. “Hey, I got one of those!“
Eddie jogs lightly to catch up with Steve as he strides to where the van is parked outside.
“Hey,” he hisses, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder to get his attention. “You didn’t tell me this was Robin’s hot friend.”
“Huh?” Steve squints at him, disgruntled. “Who else would it have been?”
“I don’t know, literally anyone?”
“If I’m talking about Robin’s friend, then I’m talking about her. I didn’t realize I had to clarify.” He yanks the trunk open, and his voice takes on a more taunting tone. “Why? You nervous that a girl is actually speaking to you for once?”
Eddie steps back, visibly stung. “Hey, fuck you, man.”
Steve and Eddie’s friendship is not as tenuous as it once was, but sometimes old habits die hard.
Steve softens immediately, face painted with regret. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” he mutters, swiping a hand through his hair. He sighs. “I bumped into Nancy at the store yesterday, I’m not in a good mood.”
Eddie nods awkwardly, not really sure how to answer. “I’m sorry that it didn’t work out, um…again.”
“Thank you…for that reminder,” Steve replies, voice dripping with sarcasm. He turns to Eddie with narrowed eyes. “That we dated twice, and then also broke up twice.”
Eddie just smiles and claps him on the back. “I’m here for you, brother.”
From the kitchen window, you can see Steve and Eddie trudging back towards the house fully armed. Steve is holding a wooden baseball bat hammered-through with nails, and Eddie has what appears to be a makeshift spear — really, it’s just a big stick with a knife jerry-rigged on the end.
Robin takes in your open-mouthed shock. “You good?”
“Yeah,” you reply, dumbfounded, staring. “This is fine.”
The boys reenter. Steve smiles brilliantly at you, face clearing of some previous sourness you don’t know the cause of, and gestures with his bat to yours. “We can upgrade that for you, if you want,” he jokes.
You chuckle uneasily, panic setting in as you stare at the lethal-looking spikes of the nails. “Heh…maybe later.”
Eddie watches you carefully, the way your fingers scrunch nervously into the fabric of your sleep shirt, and the occasional, rapid twist of your head that you can’t seem to control, like you’re desperately trying to clear your mind of something awful.
Robin glances down at her buzzing phone, Vickie’s name and face popping up on the homescreen for the hundredth time this morning — apparently, she’s now awake and frantic that her clumsy girlfriend may have yet again gotten herself involved in some wild, life-threatening shenanigan.
“Just give me a minute, she’s freaking out,” Robin mumbles, pushing past you and into the living room for privacy.
Steve turns his back to you as he goes to remove the chair from under the knob, and Eddie takes this small opportunity to move closer to you. He wonders if he’d be going too far if he took your trembling hand in his.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he murmurs. “We’re not gonna let that thing get at you.”
You manage a nod, overwhelmed. Eddie reaches out and pats your arm but pulls back quickly, like he’s afraid to touch you for too long.
Steve calls your name, and you turn to him, distracted.
The chair is back in its place at the table, and he gestures to the now-unprotected door. “Is it crowded in there?”
“Very,” you confirm. The untidy chaos in the garage would normally embarrass you, but given the circumstances, you’re a little beyond caring. “Sorry.”
“That’s fine,” he reassures you. “We’ll try and be really careful about your stuff.”
“But no promises,” Eddie adds, a smile touching his lips for the first time.
You try to smile back, still feeling bizarrely distraught. “Just try not to break my windshield, please.”
He laughs softly. “Sounds like a reasonable enough request.”
“Okay, Munson, you ready?”
“Yeah.” Eddie joins him by the door. There hasn’t been any more noise from the garage since you heard it this morning — you don’t know what that bodes for them.
They brace themselves, weapons raised and at the ready. With a flick of his wrist Steve opens the door, which slowly creaks open. Shoulders hunched, he crosses the threshold, and switches the light on. You watch with bated breath, anticipating the sharp cry to be uttered at any moment.
Nothing happens.
Both Steve and Eddie cautiously enter the garage, watching for any signs of life. Steve starts jabbing at the little nooks and crannies amongst your things, trying to poke it out of hiding.
Eddie crouches down on the ground and peers underneath your car.
“See anything?” you ask hesitantly.
“Not yet,” answers Eddie in a low voice.
Steve peels a dusty tarp off of an old end table, opens up a discarded cabinet. “Come on,” he mutters.
Three agonizing minutes go by as they pick their way through the room, searching under and over and behind every bit of junk, neither boy finding what they’re looking for.
“Maybe it got out,” Steve muses, standing upright, relaxing his grip on the bat, letting it rest casually against his shoulder.
You shift uncertainly, still hovering from your post at the half-open door. “Would that be good or bad?”
“Good for us. Bad for the neighbors,” says Eddie.
Suddenly a streak of dark gray erupts from behind Steve.
You barely have time to yell; Steve, feeling the ripple of wind on the back of his neck, whirls around.
The creature beats its leathery wings and it’s moving up and up until it reaches the ceiling, circling the room, no doubt gauging which angle it should dive at and towards who.
Instinct tells you to slam the door shut, like you did earlier, but then Eddie and Steve will be trapped. Instead you leave the door ajar, crouched in pathetic terror. The boys recover their stances quickly, muscles tensed, ready to swing and jab their respective weapons the moment it comes within in striking distance. Their faces are twin mirrors of fierce determination.
The creature goes for Steve first, swooping down on him; you’re horrified to see its open mouth is full of concentric rows of spiny teeth. You utter a sharp cry, almost unable to look, certain that he’s about to be mauled by this terrible thing.
And the creature is fast.
But Steve is faster.
There’s a horrible sound, a meaty thwack! as the baseball bat smashes into the monster, sending it careening over your parked car like a gnarly fastball. It hits the wall and slides to the floor.
Eddie wastes no time in slamming one heavy boot down on a tattered wing, pinning the dazed thing into place. With one sharp jab, the knife pierces deep into the creature’s belly. He gives the spear a swift jerk, dragging the knife down, and cleaves the body almost completely in two. Its oily flesh is taut, but fragile; the thin skin surrounding the wound peels back, and it splits open like an over-full garbage bag, glistening, red-black insides seeping out onto the hard concrete floor.
Eddie whistles. “Goodnight.”
Gobsmacked by what just unfolded, you tiptoe into the garage. “Is…is it dead?”
“Yup,” says Eddie, nudging the thing with his foot. “This is kind of a small one,” he calls over to Steve.
Steve’s puffing slightly, shoulders heaving with adrenaline. “I noticed that. Probably not doing too hot out here in the real world.”
You gape at them both, eyes flitting between the two boys. Small?
You creep closer to the pulpy mass, getting your first good look at your uninvited guest. If you were right about one thing earlier, it’s that this is certainly no common house bat; it’s gray and rubbery, made of slick naked flesh, with a long twisted tail like braided rope. Its wings are shot through with six spidery limbs, its small head little more than a gaping maw lined with razors. And despite Eddie and Steve’s comments, to you? This thing seems enormous.
Eddie smiles at you proudly. “And just think — we did it all without breaking your windshield.”
Steve grimaces. “Yeah, about that…”
There’s a dent in the passenger-side door of the car. You’re sure if you were to hold Steve’s bat at the right angle against the dinged metal, it would fit in the depression like a glove.
Robin appears seemingly out of nowhere, leaning casually against the doorframe, sliding her phone into the back pocket of her jeans.
“Hey. What’d I miss?”
The cleanup process is quick but dirty. Eddie scrapes up everything he can with a snow shovel of all things, and dumps the carcass unceremoniously into a Hefty bag — the real heavy-duty kind, with the red strings — as it was politely held open by Steve. Meanwhile, you scrub at the blood left behind, but it doesn’t do much. The ominous stain is likely etched into the garage floor forever.
Maybe you can throw a rug over it or something.
Robin yawns as she watches you work. “Can we go get breakfast? I’m starving.”
“I’m down,” says Steve, motioning for you to hand him the scrubber clutched in your hand.
You hand it over, but warn him, “I don’t think this is coming out.” He starts scrubbing anyway.
Eddie pipes up. “Are there any good diners around here?”
You wince. “We just threw an eviscerated monster in the trash. Don’t you need, like, a refractory period to deal with that level of gross?”
He thinks it over for a moment, then smiles and shrugs. “No.”
Laughter bubbles up and spills over your lips uncontrollably. It starts out normal, but then you can’t stop, and then it sort of feels like maybe you’re hyperventilating.
Robin, your soulmate, bless her, is always in tune with your emotions. She reacts quickly, kneeling down beside you on the cold floor, and wraps an arm around you. “Hey,” she says gently. “Relax, just breathe. I know everything you heard and saw today is literally insane, but it’s all okay.”
Robin’s hick hometown. Parallel dimensions. Little girl with superpowers. Monsters. Something about a gate...Monsters. Monsters from said-parallel dimension. Monsters from said-parallel dimension finding their way inside your home. Monsters in your home.
“Jesus,” you gasp in frustration, knuckling stupid tears at the corners of your eyes. “What is this?”
“It’s a lot to take in, is what it is,” says Steve sympathetically. “But that thing’s dead, and you’re safe now, and that’s what matters.”
“The big bad stuff is already finished,” Eddie adds. You didn’t notice, but he’s crouched down right next to you, mirroring Robin’s position on your other side. “Not to mention,” he nudges you playfully, “you’ve got two pretty damn good exterminators on speed dial now, huh?” He places a hand on your shoulder, and you can feel the warm metal of his rings through your shirt.
You manage a weak mile. “True. That was pretty impressive,” you sniffle. His fingers give a reassuring little squeeze, but — again — is quick to let go.
He glances at Robin and Steve. “You know,” he starts in an accusatory tone, “you guys were definitely not this nice to me when I had to find out about all this shit.”
“We were in a time crunch,” Robin says dismissively. “You had to get with the program.”
The hysteria starts to wane; your body slumps a little under the combined weight of Robin and Eddie’s arms. “I changed my mind.”
Robin’s brow furrows. “About what?”
“…I want breakfast now.”
The ride to the diner gives you a chance to mull over the bizarre nature of the morning’s events. You let your head fall back on the seat and close your eyes; a stranger thing has never happened to you.
Part of you wonders why Robin never told you all this but you immediately dismiss the thought. Why would she, unless it was absolutely necessary, like today? In addition to being pretty far-fetched, the whole thing also sounds pretty fucking traumatic.
“What do you guys call those things again?” you mumble, turning to Eddie, who’s sitting next to you in the backseat of Robin’s car.
Eddie’s face turns pink when he hears you address him, though you can’t fathom why. “Uh, demobats.”
“Demobats,” you repeat. “How’d you come up with that?”
Steve pipes up from the passenger seat. “The first monster we saw from the Upside-Down was called a demogorgon. Some nerds named it.”
“Oh,” you say faintly.
“We can talk about something else,” says Robin. She looks at you anxiously in the rearview mirror, suspicious that you’re going to fall apart again.
“I’m fine, Rob. I’ve made my peace with it.” You pause, and amend. “I’m making my peace with it.”
“Oo-kay.” She drags out the first syllable, letting it be known that she doesn’t really believe you.
“Are there very many of these things?”
Steve seems to hesitate before he answers. “We don’t think so. Only a dozen or so managed to slip through the gate before it shut, and we think we got most of ‘em when they were still flapping around Hawkins. We found one that nearly crossed over the border into Ohio — we were keeping an eye on the papers — but other than that, this is the furthest out of town we’ve heard of them going.”
You process this, not really sure what to say. There’s not really much you can say. Instead, you turn your head to the window and watch the world race by through the glass, letting it slide past your eyes in a blur of green and blue.
The diner’s parking lot is mostly empty. Work should have already started for most — only a handful of elderly patrons are inside, sipping coffee at the bar and reading the paper.
The matronly waitress wiping down a table lets you know that the four of you can sit anywhere you like. Robin immediately slides into a booth by the window, well away from the other customers.
Steve takes the seat across from her, hoping you’ll sit on the bench next to him, but you plop down tiredly next to Robin instead. Eddie takes the last open spot, opposite from you.
A hush falls over the group while you peruse the menu. The waitress comes and takes orders; waters all around, coffee, and juice, a blueberry short stack for Robin, French toast for yourself, a breakfast burrito for Steve, and fried eggs and sausage for Eddie, with a bottle of hot sauce, please and thank you.
Polite chatter resumes, and quickly devolves into familiar banter around mouthfuls of food, though you stay quieter than the rest, thoroughly worn out. Steve and Robin’s camaraderie takes up the bulk of the conversation, anyway, both of them firing back and forth at each other with ease. You decide that you like Steve — he’s clearly grown into a genuinely nice guy, different from the high school boy Robin told you he once was, but it seems he’s retained just the perfect amount of bitchiness. It’s easy to see why she’s so fond of him.
You’re content to watch and listen to them with mild amusement (though Steve periodically directs his comments towards you, subtly watching your reaction to what he says) and it seems that Eddie is, too. You can’t tell if he’s used to being their third wheel or if he’s just being shy because there’s a new person around.
Robin and Steve enter a fierce debate about something or other — the prospective music career of someone named Tammy that you vaguely recall being a former crush of Robin's. You face Eddie and ask in a hushed tone, “Are they always like this?”
He swallows a bite of gooey, Tabasco-smothered egg. “Pretty much.”
“I wouldn’t have the energy,” you marvel.
Eddie chuckles. He shifts in his seat, and his leg bumps into yours under the table. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, turning pink again.
“That’s okay.” You study his face, which is angled down towards his plate, decidedly away from your gaze. His eyes are big and dark and warm, like sticky-sweet molasses.
“You have very pretty eyes,” you tell him matter-of-factly, just as there’s a lull in Robin and Steve’s argument. In tandem, both of them turn their heads to stare at you.
Surprise flickers across Eddie’s face when he realizes you’re speaking to him. His face warms to an even deeper red, but he looks pleased; and you’re glad for it.
“Thank you?” It comes out like a question.
“You’re welcome.” You nod and give him a soft smile, which he returns, and for a moment you might as well be the only two people in the room.
Unbeknownst to you, Robin watches the exchange with her head cocked to the side, eyebrows raised in surprise. You return to eating your breakfast, and she casts Steve an apologetic look. Eddie tries to keep his expression neutral, hiding his glee.
You excuse yourself to the restroom. As soon as you’re gone, Robin says, “Sorry, Steve.”
He just sighs in defeat, slumping back against the booth’s cushion. “Whatever.”
Eddie stabs a fork in his direction. “You’re not even over Wheeler yet, anyway. Let me have this.”
Robin’s brow furrows. “You’re still hung up on Nancy? Steve, come on.”
Steve’s mouth drops open. “You’re the one who said we should get back together!” he cries.
Robin’s mouth pulls to the side in mild guilt. “Which was a mistake on my part, I will admit.”
“Just wasn’t meant to be,” Eddie chimes in.
Steve turns his incredulous look to Eddie. “And don’t even get me started on what you told me about her —”
“I’m the last person you should be taking relationship advice from,” he interrupts nonchalantly.
Steve gapes at his so-called friends. Robin plows on.
“I’m sorry, but if you’re not over Nance, I’m not letting you near my girl. She’s not gonna be your rebound; she deserves better than that.”
“Yeah,” concurs Eddie, the word garbled around a forkful of food, “like me.”
Steve drops his head onto the table.
“And stop trying to flirt with her, so I can.”
“Yeah, because you’re doing such a great job at that so far,” says Steve sarcastically, forehead still pressed against the formica.
“I’m gettin’ warmed up! Just give me a second, Christ.”
Steve, though snarky on the outside, is still soft on the inside, and so feels a pang of sympathy — he knows why Eddie’s nervous around girls. One drunken night he, Eddie, and Dustin had been shotgunning cans of shitty beer in the Hendersons’ backyard, and he’d spilled his guts about the abysmal reality of his love life. Not that Steve’s is going much better, obviously. But Eddie had deep-rooted fears that went beyond Steve’s understanding, insecurities that harkened back to his childhood and twisted into trickier and trickier knots the older he got.
Eddie has his reasons to be nervous.
“Alright,” says Steve, finally yanking his head back up off the table. “I give, she’s all yours. But I’m gonna remind you — and don’t take this the wrong way — that all she’s done so far is give you a single compliment. Don’t get carried away.”
“Too late,” Eddie replies dreamily. “I’m already planning my proposal.”
Robin starts laughing, just as you approach the table again.
“What’s so funny?”
“Boys,” she replies without hesitation. She takes another sip of coffee. “I’m so glad I’m gay.”
You finish the rest of your breakfast. When the waitress offers to bring the checks around, you’re quick to foot the bill.
“Please, it’s the least I can do,” you say among the chorus of protests. “I don’t know what I would have done if you guys hadn’t shown up.”
“Ended up in the Weekly World News,” Eddie teases.
“What a high honor that would have been.” You roll your eyes. “I think I’ll pass.”
Steve drives everyone back to the house, and a wave of sadness washes over you as you all pile into the kitchen once more. The prospect of the boys’ departure fills you with a strange kind of emptiness; it hits you that you really don’t want them to leave. You’re already feeling attached.
You suppose being rescued from a monster is just one of those things that brings people closer together, like a family barbecue, or making a blood oath.
And truth be told, you feel slightly…uneasy. Discombobulated. Though the events of the morning are still fresh in your mind, the steps of your daily routine are drifting hazily back to you through the fog of shock. Normally at this hour, you’d be plugging away at work. You have an explanatory email to write to your boss for missing today, and you imagine Robin will be submitting something similar. A nine-to-five job, running errands, going to happy hour — they all seem so trivial. How are you supposed to go back to all those things as though nothing out of the ordinary happened? Knowing that your best friend used the free time she had between finishing high school and working retail to help save the world from monsters and government conspiracies and God only knows what other crazy shit?
It’s all too surreal. You grip the edge of the kitchen table with one hand, steadying yourself. Easy girl.
You glance around, then choose to settle your gaze on Eddie, soothed by all his dark, warm colors.
Steve checks his watch, sighing. “We should probably head back. I got the afternoon shift today.”
Robin shakes her head in disbelief. “I cannot believe that Family Video is still fucking open.”
Steve ignores this and immediately turns to you instead. “To clarify, I have a real job, too — I was part-time at my company, and now I’m transitioning to full-time.” He’s needlessly defensive. “Managing the video store’s been a nice side gig, but I swear I’m retiring.”
You blink. “You don’t have to defend Family Video to me, Steve. It’s a very respectable establishment.”
“Yeah,” agrees Eddie, “Fuck the government, you’re the real backbone of our society.”
“Fuck off, Munson.”
“Well, this has been a grand old time,” Robin interrupts their bickering, yawning and stretching her arms dramatically. “But I think I need to go home. Smooth things over with the wife before she starts panicking again.” As though suddenly remembering your earlier distress, she turns to you, frowning. “Do you need me to stay with you?”
Not wanting to burden your friend who is being oh-so-chill about the science-fiction film that is literally her life, you immediately lie. “No, I’m okay.”
Her bright blue eyes narrow, not believing you. “I’ll stay,” she says decidedly.
“No, Rob, I think I’m just gonna go to sleep, honestly.” You are tired. Your bones feel weary; you want nothing more than to collapse back into bed and slip into unconsciousness again. “You go ahead and go home.”
You shift your attention towards Steve and Eddie, who are both hanging quietly by the door.
“Again, I can’t thank you guys enough. Really,” you tell them again, stepping forward with arms outstretched. It doesn’t matter that you just met; you need a proper goodbye from both of them. Right away Steve obliges, and wraps his arms around you, patting your back gently before stepping away again.
Eddie hesitates, looking bashful when you turn to him next, and you lower your arms in embarrassment. You don’t want to make him feel like he has to hug you if he doesn’t want to. But before you can feel too stung about it, he steps forward and embraces you tightly.
It’s oddly intimate — his arms are low, circled around your waist, and his cheek presses against your hair. He sighs, a soft exhale that you can’t see or hear but rather, you feel. The creeping sense of loss grows stronger when he releases you again.
“See you soon, I hope.” Steve gives you a final wave, when he’s halfway out of the house. “We should all get together sometime. Y’know, on non-monster related business,” he jokes.
“For sure,” you promise, fluttering your fingers back at him.
“And if you ever need anything,” Eddie’s low voice is suddenly close to your ear, “just let me — us — know. We’ll be here before you know it.”
You let out a small, shuddery breath. “Thank you,” you whisper gratefully, touched by his attentiveness. Eddie seems to be the only other person who understands the gravity of what you’ve seen. Robin and Steve have been in the game too long, perhaps, and although they’re understanding, the remarkability of their Upside Down has worn off.
Eddie, however, doesn’t appear to have achieved quite the same level of nonchalance that they have, and when he looks at you, his concern is tangible. It’s etched in the set of his frown, practically staring out at you from those big eyes of his. Those big, pretty eyes.
“See you around,” he says softly.
And with that, he’s gone.
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Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: 18+ / Smut
Description: You have a hectic day before Joe leaves for the soccer match between FC Cincinnati & Inter Miami
Time/Place: Wednesday, 8/23/23 - Cincinnati, Ohio (with flashbacks to the day before)
Inspo pic:
pic source = @lonelywiththestars - Damn!
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You reverse out of the parking space in front of the dry cleaners and head for the exit, quickly looking left and right before pulling into traffic, heaving a sigh as you mentally tick items off of your to-do list:
lunch with the girls -- done
pick up dry cleaning -- done
quick trip to the grocery store -- next
A few minutes later you flick your blinker on, turning into the grocery store parking lot and pulling into an open space; you hop out of your car and head toward the store, grimacing slightly at the dull throb of pain in your lower back. You smile to yourself as you remember the reason for the back pain.
A marathon sex session the night before had most of your body feeling deliciously sore. Joe had come home from practice more frustrated than usual. It'd been almost a month since his calf injury, and he was more than ready to be practicing with the team, but he still hadn't been given clearance by the team doctor. Y'all had been taking it somewhat easy in the sex department since his injury but not last night. One look at his face when he walked in and you knew you were in for a treat.
~ ~ ~
You grab a handheld basket as you enter the store since you only need a few items. You bite your lip as your mind rewinds to the night before.
~ ~ ~
You were sitting on the sofa when he got home, aimlessly scrolling on your phone when he walked into the living room. "Hey babe," you greeted, giving him a smile as he pointed at your phone. "Is that important?" he asked, taking the phone out of your hands when you gave him a breathy "no." He turned the phone off and set it on the side table before literally pouncing on you. A minute later you were butt naked with your legs spread obscenely wide, his fingers and tongue relentlessly working you toward your first of several climaxes as you pulled his backwards cap off and buried your hands in his messy curls.
He got you off twice before stripping naked and dropping to his knees between your trembling thighs; your core was still spasming from your second orgasm when he pulled your ass to the edge of the sofa cushion, draped your legs over his broad shoulders and buried his cock to the hilt, leaning down to catch your whimpers in his mouth while setting a punishing pace, his own climax hitting a few minutes later.
When he finally caught his breath he maneuvered you to stretch out on the large leather sofa, stretching out beside you and dropping a kiss on your lips before pulling back to meet your gaze.
"Practice kind of frustrating today?" you panted, giggling when he wrinkled his perfect nose before burying his face in your neck. "Soooo fucking frustrating," he groaned. "They still won't let me take any snaps."
"They're just trying to make sure you're fully healed."
"I know but it sucks."
"Any update on the timeframe?"
"They're saying another week should do it. I told Coach if I'm not taking snaps in full pads next week, I'm gonna sign with the Steelers the first chance I get."
"Ew! Don't even joke about that."
"Sorry," he grumbled. "I'm just so frustrated with this shit."
"Poor baby," you soothed, cupping a hand behind the nape of his neck as he worked his way down from your neck to your chest, his tongue fluttering over a hard nipple before nipping it with his teeth, letting you know that he wasn't finished with you yet but was actually just getting started.
The next couple of hours unfolded like a fever dream, with Joe getting you off again before edging you over and over, manhandling you through several position changes just as expertly as he runs progressions on the football field.
You eventually ended up on your knees in front of the sofa, your face and chest pressed against a cushion as he pounded into you from behind, your fingernails digging into the distressed leather as you fucked back against him. You had to work to draw breath into your lungs as he dropped a hand down to tease your super-sensitive clit, your thighs -- coated with your juices -- shaking as your final climax hit, your scream of pleasure muffled by the leather cushion as he followed you over the edge.
~ ~ ~
Your phone chiming pulls you back to the present; you dig it out of your bag and read the text from Joe.
Where are you?
Running errands. Be home in about 45 min
OK. Hope I get to see you b/f I leave
You send one final text and slide your phone back in your bag, grabbing a couple of cans of pumpkin puree and dropping them in your basket before heading for the spice aisle to get some nutmeg. Joe mentioned he was craving pumpkin pie yesterday after you asked him if he needed anything from the grocery store. He definitely deserves a treat after all the work he put in last night, you think to yourself, grabbing the nutmeg before heading to the produce section for some avocados.
You're halfway there when you feel a trickle of moisture seep into your panties. You stop in your tracks as your eyebrows slowly head toward your hairline. Sore boobs and lower back pain, you think to yourself. Oh shit! I'm getting my period in the grocery store while wearing white denim shorts. Way to go, dumbass! You contemplate heading to the bathroom, but you're way closer to the checkout lanes so you quickly head for the express lane instead, breathing a sigh of relief when it's empty.
Twenty minutes later you pull into your garage, leaving everything in the car as you jump out and sprint for the door. You hear football noises coming from Joe's office as you rush past and head for the bathroom, turning on the tub faucet before stripping off your shirt, shorts and bra.
A minute later Joe pokes his head in the door. "Hey … you okay?"
"Yeah." You give him a weak smile as you pull the stopper on your sink and fill it with water, squirting in some liquid soap before slipping your panties off and quickly immersing them in the suds. "Got my period at the damn grocery store," you grumble, nodding at your white denim shorts laying on the counter. "I should be smart enough not to wear white shorts this close to my period starting, but here we are." You heave a sigh as you squirt some bubble bath in the tub before stepping in.
Joe walks into the bathroom and picks your shorts up, inspecting the outside before peering inside at the small red stain. "Well at least the blood didn't soak through so no biggie, right?"
"Yeah, it could've been way worse. The second I felt it, I hit the express lane faster than Usain Bolt."
He chuckles along with you before walking toward the door carrying your shorts. "I'm gonna go spray some stain remover on these. You need anything? Wine? Tequila?"
"Maybe just a bottle of water and some ibuprofen."
"You got it."
"Babe?" you call just before he exits.
"Yeah?"
"Can you grab the stuff out of my car? It's just some dry cleaning and one bag of groceries."
"You got it," he repeats, giving you a wink before heading off to do your bidding.
He reappears several minutes later, quickly striding into your walk-in closet to hang up the dry cleaning before approaching you in the tub, handing over a bottle of water and some ibuprofen. "Thanks," you sigh, swallowing the medicine while giving him a smile. "What time are you leaving for the soccer match?"
He checks his watch before answering. "In about twenty minutes."
"You looking forward to it?"
"Hell no," he chuckles. "I wish I could just stay here with you."
"Seeing Messi play should be cool. Plus you get to do the sword thingy."
He rolls his eyes. "Sam is pulling the sword. He's been talking about it nonstop since he found out."
"Well try not to be too grumpy cat, okay? Show everyone that panty-dropping smile. Your fans need some new content."
"Hush," he grumbles, flashing you said panty-dropping smile before walking into the closet to change clothes. "By the way," he calls from the closet. "I saw you bought stuff to make a pumpkin pie, but I know you're not feeling well tonight so you can just do it some other time."
"We'll see," you answer, giving him a once-over when he walks out of the closet wearing nothing but black jeans. "Ohhh, do a spin for me, daddy," you purr, your breath catching in your throat when he follows orders. "Holy shit! Your back!"
"Yeah, all the extra upper body work is paying off," he gloats, flexing as he admires his reflection in the mirror.
"Not that! Your back is covered in scratches."
"Oh yeah," he shrugs. "We got a little rough last night, no biggie."
"Come here and let me see."
He walks closer and squats down beside the tub, shivering when you run a damp hand over the red marks. "Well at least I didn't break the skin," you whisper. "Do they hurt?"
"Not at all," he soothes, standing up and quickly pulling on a t-shirt. "I'd be disappointed if we got rough and you didn't mark me up."
"We did get a little rough last night," you agree. "When I woke up this morning, I thought my sore boobs, sore vag and lower back pain were from the rough sex last night, but i guess they were partially due to my period about to start."
"I didn't hurt you, did I? Was I too rough?"
You smile at his worried look. "You were the perfect amount of rough, as always."
"Promise?"
"I promise. -- You better get going or you're gonna be late."
"Yes, ma'am." He finishes getting dressed before walking over to drop a kiss on your lips. "Be home as soon as possible."
"Have fun!" you chirp, giggling at the string of curse words he unleashes as he jogs down the stairs.
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Thirty minutes later you're curled up on the sofa, munching on a bowl of popcorn while scrolling on your laptop, your heating pad firmly nestled against your belly. You spend about thirty minutes searching for a dress for your bestie's upcoming birthday party before doing a search for Joe, smiling when his slightly grumpy but totally hot self pops up.
"He is so anti-social," you chuckle, scrolling through the pics before hitting play on a video of the sword ritual, your eyes going wide when Sam hands Joe the sword and he tests its heft before whipping it in a slicing motion. "Oops!" you giggle. "Don't think you're supposed to do that."
You scroll through a bit more content before checking the time, realizing it'll be a few hours before he gets home. "Might as well bake that dang pie," you mumble, turning off your heating pad before heading for the kitchen. You turn the soccer match on accompanied by some music, doing a little dance around the kitchen as you set out everything you need.
A while later you pull the pie out of the oven and set it on a cooling rack, feeling more than a little sweaty and sticky after poking your head in the oven several times to make sure the crust got perfectly golden. You pull the hem of your t-shirt up and wipe your face, wrinkling your nose at the pungent scent. "What the hell?" you grumble, quickly realizing it's the burnt plastic aroma you get every time you use your heating pad. "Gotta get a new one," you sigh, your stank face still in full effect when your phone rings.
"Hey babe," you answer.
"Hey. I'm about to head home. Can I get you anything?"
"No, I'm good."
"You feel okay?"
"Yeah. Be careful driving home."
"Okay. See you in a little while."
You head upstairs and turn on the shower, knowing you have at least thirty minutes before he gets home, maybe longer if there's a lot of traffic.
Twenty minutes later you're drying off when you hear the mechanical hum of the garage door opening. "Shit, that was fast," you giggle, quickly inserting a tampon before stepping into a pair of black lace panties. You pull on a slinky tank top and walk into the bedroom, sliding onto the bed with your back propped against the padded headboard just as Joe comes bounding up the stairs.
"Hey babe," he chirps. "Got you a chocolate shake."
Your eyes go wide at the size of the cup. "Damn! That thing is huge!"
"I know, right?" he gives you a cocky grin while flicking a glance down at his crotch. "And this shake is pretty damn big, too."
You roll your eyes. "Oh lord, you're feeling yourself tonight, huh? I guess the fan girls were stroking your ego at the soccer match."
"Nothing got stroked at the soccer match."
"Mmm-hmm," you hum, playfully rolling your eyes at him.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, woman, or I'll drink your shake," he threatens.
"Like hell you will," you chuckle, giving him a smile when he hands you the super-sized drink. "Thank you," you mumble, taking a huge slurp of the creamy concoction. "How did you get home so fast?"
"I was sitting in the drive-thru when I called you."
"Sneaky."
"Nope, just smart," he gloats. "I left early to beat the traffic."
"You left early because you're anti-social."
"That too," he chuckles.
"This shake is delicious, but it's too much for me. Go grab another cup and straw. You're gonna have to drink at least half of this thing."
"Yes, ma'am," he grins, exiting the bedroom and coming back several minutes later, carrying a cup and straw in one hand and a half-eaten slice of pumpkin pie in the other. "You didn't have to bake this pie tonight since you were feeling bad," he says, taking another huge bite and making appreciative noises while chewing and swallowing. "But I'm glad you did 'cause it's freaking delicious." He crams the last bite in his mouth as you watch in amusement.
"No way that pie was fully set yet, but I'm glad you like it," you giggle. "By the way, you dropped a chunk of crust on the floor."
"Oh crap," he mutters, reaching down to grab the wayward crust before popping it in his mouth. "I'll vacuum tomorrow," he promises. "But seriously, you didn't have to do that."
"You're worth it. Plus I could say the same about you." You waggle the chocolate shake you're devouring. "You didn't have to stop and get this."
"Give and take," he responds, watching as you pour half of your shake in his cup. "That's one of the things that makes our relationship so amazing."
You grin at him as you continue to enjoy your sweet treat, eventually finishing it off with a loud slurp before setting the empty cup on the bedside table. You lay back on the bed and watch Joe as he finishes off his half of the chocolate shake. "Did you have fun tonight?" you ask.
"No," he grumps.
"Well you looked hot as hell, although I don't think you were supposed to whip that sword around like that."
"That was actually fun," he chuckles. "I might have to get me one of those."
"I'll put it on your Christmas list."
"Thanks babe," he grins. "Are you feeling crampy?" he continues, stripping down to his undies before stretching out beside you on the bed, raising up onto one arm to look down at you.
"Not bad," you answer, giggling at the disappointed look on his face. "Were you hoping for cramps?"
"No," he says sheepishly. "I was just thinking -- if you're feeling crampy -- maybe I can talk you into fooling around since orgasms help with cramps because of the …"
"Endorphins!" you holler, laughing at the look on Joe's face.
"It's basic physiology," he pouts, smiling against your lips when you pull him down for a kiss.
"And I hear it every month." You nip his plump bottom lip and deepen the kiss, reveling in the taste of chocolate and pumpkin pie spice as his tongue tangles with yours.
Several minutes later you come up for air, grinning at Joe's disappointed groan when you break the intense kiss. "You know what I could really use right now?" you whisper.
"What?"
"A shot of endorphins."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you answer, pulling him back down for a kiss, your body humming with anticipation when he slides his free hand under the hem of your shirt, splaying his long fingers out against your bare belly. He leaves his hand there, unmoving, for several minutes as he deepens the kiss, the heat radiating from his big hand simultaneously soothing you and turning you on.
You eventually bury a hand in his hair and give a light tug, hoping to spur him on since he seems in no big hurry to get down to business. He breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to lock eyes with you while sliding two fingers just inside the waistband of your panties; you gasp as your core contracts at the promise of what's to come. He gives you a feral smile as he removes his hand from your panties and inches it up your torso, stopping just shy of your breasts.
"Are your boobs sore?" he asks. "Yeah, a little," you sigh, your breath catching in your throat when he lowers his head and lightly sucks one of your nipples through your slinky shirt. "I'll be gentle," he soothes, pulling your shirt up to expose your breasts, smiling against your heated skin at the noise you make when he latches onto a sensitive peak. He takes his sweet time teasing your nipples, moving back and forth between the hard nubs using delicate licks and sucks that have you squirming underneath him.
"Joe …"
"What baby?"
"I'm … really turned on."
"Good," he chuckles, sliding a hand down to cup your mound, grinding against you through the flimsy lace as you arch up into his touch. "You like that?" he whispers, quickly slipping his fingers inside your panties to tease your clit. "Y … yeah," you sputter, biting your lip hard enough to sting when he ghosts his fingertips over your throbbing slit, giving your tampon string a flick before returning his attention to your swollen clit.
"I'm close," you whine, giving a frustrated groan when he removes his fingers and sits up. "Patience, baby girl," he purrs, quickly sliding your panties off before crawling between your thighs, his mouth latching onto your clit as your hips buck up against him. You slide a hand into his hair and hold on for the ride, a stream of whimpers spilling from your lips as he expertly finishes you off.
After several minutes waiting for you to catch your breath, he crawls back up beside you, smacking his lips and giving you a loaded look. "Those endorphins taste delicious," he smirks, laughing against your lips when you pull him down for a kiss. "Mmm-hmm, pretty damn tasty," you agree. "My fav flavor," he sighs. "I can tell," you chuckle, dropping a hand down to palm his erection. "You don't have to do that," he mutters, nestling a hand on top of yours. "This was all about you," he continues. "I just wanted to make you feel good."
"Give and take," you purr, echoing his words from earlier. "Plus I know I don't have to; I want to. I really, really want to, okay?" you coax, giving him a naughty smile while sliding his undies off.
"Okay," he breathes, biting his plump bottom lip as he watches you maneuver yourself into place between his spread thighs.
"You want it fast or slow?" you ask, ghosting your fingertips over one of the prominent veins running the length of his erection. "Both," he groans, cupping a big hand behind the nape of your neck as you give him a knowing smile before licking your lips and lowering your head.
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first kiss with seventeen <3
a/n: i wanted to try out a new format with this request!! i think the idea of this is so sweet and lovely, and i hope you enjoy reading this <3 also oops it's so long heh i just couldn't resist so i hope that makes up for the wait :,-) pics not mine~
content: fluff, very sentimental and romantic | wc: 6.7k | warnings: none really! just some kissing obviously :,-) also a spoiler for eternal sunshine of the spotless mind in wonwoo's and mentions of eating in jihoon's | pairing: seventeen x gn!reader | requests: open
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seungcheol♡‧₊˚
you laughed, your head thrown back far enough to have you leaning on your elbow to keep you from falling. seungcheol stared at you in shock and annoyance. you and seungcheol were on the living room floor, playing uno. this round had gone on for an eternity, the deck disappearing and reappearing time and time again. through the luck of the draw, you pulled enough draw-four wildcards that you brought seungcheol from the brink of winning to a hand that consisted of over a dozen cards. he couldn't believe it. he lost. miserably. and all after the glorious win was close enough he could taste it.
yet, there he was, an obscene number of cards in his hands while you laughed in delight. his competitive nature had him fuming. he wanted to yell about how it wasn't fair, how you must've cheated, how a small rule wasn't followed, how a rematch was needed, and how there was no possible way this was how the game night would end. heat rose to his face, his body tingled, and he felt as though his chest was about to explode. you still laughed, wiping your tears in enough time to catch seungcheol tossing his cards on the floor, shifting his weight so he was right in front of you, and planting his lips on yours. your eyes went wide with surprise, but your body quickly relaxed at the warmth his presence wrapped you up in. the high energy of the moment before melted into a playful peace.
as soon as he leaned backward, a blush rushed to his cheeks, "sorry, i..i should've asked. i didn't mean to surprise you like that. i hope it was okay, i'm sorry, i just--"
you giggled and gently held his face with your right hand. he blushed even more, and he broke out into a shy smile.
"it's okay. i liked it."
you blushed, and he giggled. you leaned forward, sharing another sweet kiss. he wanted to keep kissing, so he repositioned himself to a more comfortable spot beside you. your hands found each other, fingers interlacing. before he leaned in for another kiss, you asked, "why'd you kiss me?"
he looked confused, so you added, "i mean, why now. i've definitely wanted to kiss you, so i'm just wondering what made this moment feel right."
seungcheol shrugged, cheeks and ears flushing again, "i liked seeing how happy you were when you won."
you both laughed, and then you kissed some more. of course, you had to take breaks when the giggling fits took over. hearing his precious laugh fill the room stirred up the butterflies in your stomach almost as intensely as his kisses. as he sat there, so close to you, he realized that, for once, seungcheol was happy he lost a game.
jeonghan♡‧₊˚
"jeonghannnnnnn," you whined.
“what?” jeonghan asked, completely unbothered in tone and facial expression, except for a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
“you’re being so mean!” you pouted, not really upset but rendered nearly speechless by his unending teasing.
“what’re you talking about?” he tilted his head in faux confusion, “i’m just enjoying the story of you ordering at the coffee shop.”
you dropped your head into your hands, “ugh! you’re enjoying it a bit too much. it’s not my fault i was so sleepy that i forgot what name to give them for second, a second.”
he laughed, “it’s your name! how could you forget your own name?”
“clearly i needed the coffee i was ordering,” you glared at him, “are you trying to tell me that you’ve never embarrassed yourself like that?”
jeonghan expressed deep contemplation, though you knew he was not looking through his memories for awkward moments he survived, “nope. i’ve never done anything like that.”
“i hate you,” you frowned.
he cocked his head to the side, “hmm, do you really hate me?”
you nodded emphatically, “yes.”
jeonghan sighed, “well, i guess i have to get my revenge on you by telling the guys about your identity crisis at the cafe.”
“jeonghannnnnn!” you pouted.
“aigoo,” jeonghan cooed as he held you face in both his hands.
you avoided eye contact, not wanting to break your frustrated demeanor. it didn’t matter to jeonghan, though. he simply watched you fondly for a second before pressing a kiss to your pouted lips. you quickly looked up at him with wide eyes, causing him to smirk at your flustered face. he hummed contentedly, kissing you again briefly, and then returned to his previous lounging position.
“i’ll take your silence as a truce,” jeonghan remarked, enjoying the sight of your dropped jaw from the corner of his eye.
“no, no way! that’s not…” you shook your head to get your brain working again, even if you only managed to find a little bit of a brain cell, “that’s not fair. you cheated.”
giggling erupted from his lips, “i cheated? at what?”
you stared at him incredulously, “at your revenge! how am i supposed to plot my perfect revenge plan when you kiss me out of nowhere? it’s distracting.”
jeonghan turned his face to you, eyeing you with mischievous eyes once again, “in that case, i think you’ll just have to kiss me to get even. it’s only fair, if we’re playing by your rules.”
you rolled your eyes, but barely a second passed before you took jeonghan’s face in your hands and kissed him. from up close, you could see the blush on his skin and the upward twitch of his lips into a bashful smile. he wasn’t so invincible, after all. at least, not when it came to you.
joshua♡‧₊˚
it was a perfect walk home after a perfect dinner date. joshua took you somewhere you had been wanting to try for a while, and the atmosphere was quiet and cozy, which put both of you in a wonderful mood. when you stepped outside, there was a chill in the air, and, before you could even shiver, shua had slipped out of his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. his hand remained on your shoulder, gently leading you onto the road as he smiled beside you. once you were on your way, he interlocked his fingers with yours. you smiled at the warmth spreading from your palm throughout your body, smiling even wider as joshua lightly swung your hands back and forth while you walked down the street. if it weren't for the sound of vehicles passing by, you could've sworn shua was humming your favorite song.
"i had a really great time tonight," you turned your head toward him.
he raised an eyebrow, "'had'?"
you rolled your eyes, "fine. i'm having a really good time tonight."
he nodded his head approvingly, "that's better."
shua continued walking, but you stopped in your tracks. he wasn't the only one who could tease around here.
his body stumbled when your frozen position yanked him backward. his doe eyes went wide, shock and confusion blending with endeared amusement.
"are you going to tell me what kind of time you're having tonight?"
you cocked an eyebrow. joshua held back a laugh as he stepped towards you, not wanting to be an arm's length away. he stopped when he was standing right in front of you. he looked at you, eyes bright, and he took your other hand in his. you kept your faux inquisitive gaze on him, waiting for his response.
"i'm having..." he whispered, leaning in close.
his lips softly brushed against yours. you felt him squeeze your hands gently, encouraging you to melt into the kiss. you didn't need much convincing, letting your eyes flutter shut so you could relish in the sweetness of his lips on yours.
he breathed out softly as he rested his forehead on yours, "a really good time tonight."
you giggled, lips buzzing from the exciting contact you wanted to have with joshua over and over again. he smiled proudly, tilting his head in the direction of your home to signal you should keep walking. knowing him, he'd plant more kisses on your lips when he said "goodnight" at your door, so you didn't resist as he led you home. you actually leaned in close to him, hearing clearly the hums that absentmindedly escaped him.
a few minutes later, there's a slight crackling in the sky, quickly followed by raindrops.
"ah man," joshua huffed, "i should've been more patient. this would've been the perfect moment for our first kiss!"
you rolled your eyes, "it was perfect, shua. now let's get going before we're completely drenched."
he pouted, "okay, okay. just promise me you'll let me kiss you goodnight outside your front door? we need to have our movie moment there since we missed the kissing in the rain one!"
junhui♡‧₊˚
“okay, let’s try this again,” you sighed, “you put your fingers like this and pull.”
you demonstrated slowly, holding up the formation of your cat’s cradle for jun to see. his brow was furrowed in intense concentration with a splash of confusion, but he nodded when you asked if he was ready to try again. when he did, he got his fingers stuck in the string halfway through the process for the twentieth time. jun groaned in frustration.
“i’m never going to get this!” he pouted while you untangled his fingers.
“you can do it, jun. it just takes some patience,” you reminded him.
he rolled his eyes, and you set the strings back up properly. you walked him through it, step by step, taking care to explain in detail the bit he was messing up. despite your and his best efforts, the string knotted up, rather than fitting evenly across his fingers.
“it’s useless! you should just play this with soonyoung or something,” jun frowned, “i’m sure he’d get this stupid game.”
“hey!” you nudged his shoulder, “the game’s not stupid, and i don’t want to play it with soonyoung. i want to play it with you, even if you can’t figure it out right away.”
“how is dealing with me mess up the game more fun than actually playing it?” jun asked, genuinely curious.
though his question was harmless, you couldn’t help the annoyance that crossed your features. the answer was obvious, to everyone but jun apparently. you huffed in reply, opting to set up the cat’s cradle with your fingers rather than explain yourself. jun couldn’t handle the look on your face, especially since he knew it was his whining that made your face pucker up like that. he wanted, needed, to cheer you up, so, without thinking, he leaned forward from his spot on the couch and kissed you. the rush of adrenaline you felt lifted your hands to either side of his face, as you happily kissed him back, string completely forgotten in your lap. it was as though you had kissed a million times before, which made you certain you wanted to share at least a million more kisses with him, even if it meant he would never figure out how to play a silly childhood game.
jun pulled away and booped the tip of your nose with his, “at least i understand how to do that.”
you bit your lip to hide the excited smile growing on your face, but jun made no such effort. he beamed at you, giggling at this turn of events. he wanted to kiss you again, but he got nervous, so he picked the string up from your lap.
“should we try it again?” jun paused when you raised your eyebrows, smirking as he said, “if i figure it out, i get to kiss you as much as i want. deal?”
“what do i get if you can’t figure it out?” you raised your eyebrow playfully.
“you get to kiss me as much as you want. or i could buy you a meal sometime.”
you giggled, “i’ll take the first option, thank you. now give me your hands.”
soonyoung♡‧₊˚
soonyoung cheered as you walked into the practice room, running over to you and engulfing you in a sweet and sweaty bear hug.
“i didn’t even bring snacks and you’re this excited to see me?”
his body visibly buzzed as he nodded enthusiastically, “nothing makes me happier than seeing you!”
a little shocked and extremely endeared, you smiled widely. soonyoung, realizing his confession, blushed profusely. as a distraction, he wrapped his hand around yours and led you to the perfect spot against the mirror from where you could watch him practice. of course, he wasn’t going to get back into the dancing right away, as he couldn’t and wouldn’t resist your company.
he played one of your favorite chill mixes, sat down on the floor right across from you, and asked you all about your day. his smile and eyes were bright as he listened, holding onto every last detail as though it were a precious gift. his interest in what you had for lunch was so genuine your heart could burst. he only spoke once he was satisfied that he had heard every detail about how you had spent your day before coming to visit him.
“can i tell you something?”
soonyoung looked bashful, so you made sure caught his gaze when you answered, “yes, of course!”
a small chuckle fell out from his mouth, “well, actually, i would like to ask you something, if that’s okay?”
you giggled, leaning forward so he knew you were serious, “ask away, soonyoung.”
he beamed at the sound of you saying his name. fingers fidgeting with his pants, he leaned forward to reduce the distance between you two. his proximity made your cheeks flush, and you were certain they were on fire when soonyoung asked you the question that had been on his mind all day.
“can i kiss you?”
a small smile rested on his lips and his eyes watched you attentively while he waited for your answer. after your brain buffered a little bit, you nodded happily and muttered out some form of “yes.” soonyoung blushed in front of you, gently grabbing your hands in his. once he held onto you enough to know he wasn’t dreaming, he closed his eyes and leaned forward until his lips met yours. it was heavenly, sweet like candy, and it would’ve lasted for an eternity if soonyoung’s giggle hadn’t bubbled from his lips into the kiss. you couldn’t help but giggle too, feeling like a child on the playground sneaking a kiss during recess. soonyoung really made everything feel lighthearted.
you two sat there giggling, until soonyoung’s excitement spread throughout his body and brought him back on his feet. you cheered him on as he danced, laughing each time he took a random break to kiss you, again and again and again.
wonwoo♡‧₊˚
there was something so dreamy about watching movies with wonwoo. the blankets were always perfectly soft, the snacks were always exactly what you were craving, and your bodies always cuddled together in the most natural way. you had movie nights together before you started going out, which meant that you already shared a comfortable tradition by the time you confessed your feelings to each other. that’s how you ended up snuggled up on the couch, watching eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. another perfect, sweet night spent with your perfect, sweet partner.
you watched as the female lead, clementine, sat down by the male lead, joel, on the beach. when she commented on how he seemed normal because he also didn’t know how to talk to people at parties, you chuckled and nudged wonwoo’s shoulder with yours. he chuckled too, knowing what you meant without you having to say it. both of you were quiet and wistfully watching as the world around the lovers disintegrated. neither of you could help the tears that threatened to slip when the characters kiss goodbye before the important memory fades completely. wonwoo sighed deeply, clearly sad for the couple on the screen.
“i could never forget you,” you whispered.
wonwoo tilted his head so he faced you, pausing before he spoke, either finding the right words or the courage to say them, “i could never live with myself if i gave you a reason to forget me.”
the movie buzzed in the room, but a special silence hung between you two. his irises spun, mixing adoration, fondness, earnestness together as he stared at you. the look in his eyes didn’t change as he leaned forward. even when he closed his eyes, you knew those feelings reflected in his gaze hadn’t faded. you felt them as he lips interlocked with yours. you felt those feelings rush through your veins as the warmth of his kiss rushed over your skin. your bodies pressed even closer together, holding each other with genuine care, the kind that lived in the bodies of people who were falling deeply in love. when your mouths separated to catch your breath, your eyes never left the other.
the ending credits of the film played. you both turned your heads, and wonwoo laughed a little as he said, “looks like we missed the ending.”
you chuckled, snuggling up against him, “i think it was worth it.”
“even if you missed them getting their happy ending?”
“mhm,” you hummed and took wonwoo’s hand in yours, “i’d rather focus on our happy ending.”
he chuckled, at a loss for words, which happened more often than he’d like to admit when it came to you. even in the dim light on the room, you could see the pink of wonwoo’s ears. unable to resist, you kissed his cheek, leaning in for more when he turned to face you with a lovestruck smile.
jihoon♡‧₊˚
you tapped your knuckles softly against the door, not wanting to disturb jihoon. of course, he would know your knock before the second rap of your fist against the frame sounded, so he opened the door with a warm, albeit tired, smile.
"i brought gifts, as promised," you cheerily held up a bag of takeout and a collection of snacks and drinks from the convenience store next to the studio.
jihoon chuckled at your actions, gesturing toward the table against the wall for you to place the "gifts." you hummed as you unpacked all the items you purchased, and, unbeknownst to you, jihoon watched you with the fondest look in his eyes. he tried to play it cool when you turned to him, but nothing melted him like the way you glowed when you smiled.
“how’s the song coming along?” you asked, opening the bottle of his favorite drink and passing it to him.
he sighed, “it’s fine. i’m stuck on the bridge. i know i want to rearrange a part of it, but i can’t really figure out exactly how i want to. it’s like the perfect version is on the tip of my tongue.”
you hummed, knowing exactly what he meant, given this was one of many nights you visited him as he stayed late in the studio, “would it help if i listened to it? maybe if you show me a couple different versions, you can figure out the right reaction you want the listener to have.”
“that could help,” his shoulders relaxed a little bit, and he took a sip of his drink, “after we eat, though. how was your day?”
“it wasn’t too bad,” you popped some of your favorite snack into your mouth, “i wanted to be more productive today, but i got really tired after doing only two things on my to-do list.”
“you need to rest. you work plenty hard every day, so it’s important to let yourself do nothing sometimes.”
you snickered at his nagging, “you should take your own advice.”
he rolled his eyes, “i do nothing sometimes.”
“mhm, sure you do,” you pointed at the unopened bag in his hand, “eat. i’m sure you skipped having a proper dinner because you’ve been so focused on the song.”
the corner of his mouth revealed that he was fighting a smile, “yeah, yeah.”
you stared at him, clearly not moving on until he took a bite of food. he stared back, acting like he wouldn’t back down either. he probably would’ve held out, if it weren’t for the gratitude he felt toward you. once again, you came to his side when he was stressed and overworking, not to scold him but to keep him company and make sure he was taking care of himself. these thoughts were on the forefront of his mind, so he didn’t notice when his feet led him toward you. if it weren’t for the quickening of his heartbeat, he wouldn’t have noticed that he was millimeters away from your lips. before he could psyche himself out of it, he closed his eyes and kissed you. you nearly dropped the food in your hands, but jihoon wrapped his around yours, to hold you and to prevent you from making a mess. a blush covered his face when he broke the kiss, but he managed to give you another quick peck before he stepped away from you.
“thank you for coming over,” he smiled sheepishly.
“yeah, uh…no…no problem. i’m…i’m happy to be here.”
he chuckled at your stuttering, “mmm. want to listen to that song now?”
you nodded, trying to regulate your heartbeat as you settled into your usual seat behind jihoon’s and he gingerly placed headphones over your ears.
seokmin♡‧₊˚
you laughed as seokmin gestured wildly and dramatically belted out the key note in the OST track you two were currently obsessed with. of course, even with his antics, he sung angelically. laughing while being in awe of his talent was one of the many benefits of dating seokmin. another benefit was that he would always sing to you, which was about the best experience in the world. even just humming while he looked at you made you feel as though you were the center of the universe. for the same reason, he loved when you sang to him, and he loved even more when you sang with him. it didn’t matter whether your voice was perfect; seokmin adored the closeness you shared when you sang together. in the car, in the living room, in the park, wherever you were when the moment struck, seokmin was head over heels for how it felt to hear your voices intertwined.
this moment was no different. as soon as seokmin heard “SoulMate” start, he rushed to you, grabbing your hand in his and smiling oh so sweetly. that sunshine smile could convince you to do anything, and you happily sang your usual parts while seokmin looked at you with very visible heart eyes. he swung your intertwined hands back and forth as he serenaded you, even using this point of contact to lead you around the room as you two danced to the beat together. in his joy, he made a silly combination of dance moves, which you followed, much to his delight.
it wasn’t serious, but it was sincere, which made it all the more fun.
your giggles were bouncing off the walls during the instrumental bits, bleeding into your voices as you sang the final lines of the song. seokmin twirled you around as the finale to your impromptu choreography, grinning at you when you stood right in front of him. neither of you noticed the next song start. all you could do was stare at each other, so endeared and enchanted by the moment.
seokmin kept smiling as he brought himself closer to you, his nose softly brushing against yours when your lips touched. when your lips connected, everything else faded away. it was just you, seokmin, and whatever background music swelled through the room during this moment. it was sweet; it was magical; it was perfect for the two of you.
seokmin smiled even brighter as he watched you up close, “i think we should duet more often.”
you nodded, leaning in for another kiss, “i agree.”
seokmin happily exchanged kisses with you, ignoring the music until one of his favorite songs came on. he kissed you on the cheek, grinning as he stepped away to break into a very dramatic and enthusiastic dance. while you missed the feeling of his lips on yours, you laughed at his showmanship, clapping your hands to cheer him on.
mingyu♡‧₊˚
mingyu’s fingers tapped frantically against his leg. his brow furrowed, and his gaze was nowhere near the pot that simmered in front of him. his ears clearly weren’t tuned into reality either because, even as the sound of erratic bubbles boiling filled the room, mingyu didn’t move a muscle. thankfully, you were there.
“mingyu!” you exclaimed, grabbing the pot from the stove just in time to prevent a flood onto the burner.
he blinked a few times, registering what had happened. after the fourth blink, his eyes went wide, “ah! are you okay? did you get burned? are you hurt?”
the corner of your mouth turned upward, a grateful smile the most natural reaction to mingyu’s caretaking nature. you turned down the heat and placed the pot back in its original place, so the meal wasn’t derailed any longer. mingyu’s eyes searched around your body for visible wounds, continuing his search by grabbing your arm and inspecting your forearm with gentle fingertips in search of anything amiss.
“i’m fine, gyu.”
he let out a relieved breath. his puppy smile returned to his face, clearly happy to be back down to the earth that had you on it.
“are you okay? you were a million miles away,” your face was covered in concern, causing mingyu’s gaze to drop and his shoulders to slump.
“i’m fine,” he nearly whispered, “things are just…a little…stressful right now. that’s all.”
you sighed. you took a step closer to him, brushing hair out of his face as you guided him to look back up at you. instinctively, his head leaned into your palm, his body relaxing at your familiar touch.
“you can tell me if something’s wrong, you know? i want you to tell me when you’re stressed out, hurt, upset, or anything like that. i want to be there for you, and i always am, but i’d feel better knowing what’s going on in that head of yours. if i know what’s going on, i can help you better.”
mingyu’s eyes sparkled with adoration and tears. his hand held your face lightly, thumb stroking your cheek. your eyelids fluttered shut, savoring his warm touch in a quiet kitchen on an afternoon spent between just the two of you. nothing felt better than this.
or so you thought. you thought that right up until you felt mingyu’s breath fan against your lips, up until his mouth connected with yours, a gesture so tender and delicate you would’ve thought it were a dream if not for the way mingyu’s other hand came up to cup your face. the warmth of his palms and the heat of his lips enveloped you, and you sighed into the kiss, letting your whole self fall into the fleeting moment of divinity.
you opened your eyes when mingyu rested his forehead against yours. his eyes, still sparkling, examined your features for signs of discomfort or trepidation. they crinkled with a smile when he found nothing but a blissful daze coating your features.
“thank you,” he whispered.
“i should be thanking you,” you smiled, “you’re the one who kissed me.”
he let out a chuckle, “you’re welcome. but that’s not why i was thanking you.”
“oh?”
he kissed the tip of your nose, smiling brightly, “thank you for caring about me.”
minghao♡‧₊˚
“do you promise i didn’t wake you?”
you laughed into the phone, “yes, minghao, i promise you didn’t wake me.”
“good, good.”
the pause lasted longer than you expected, so you shifted in bed to sit up, “what’s going on, hao?”
he sighs, “i just…well, i know after traveling all day i should be fast asleep, but i would really like to see you. would you mind if i came over?”
your heart burst at his sweet voice and request, “of course you can come over. would you like me to make you some tea?”
he could hear the blankets rustle as you stood up from your bed, and he smiled, “that would be lovely. thank you.”
“mhm,” you stretched lightly, making your way to the kitchen, “i’ll see you soon.”
you weren’t lying when you told minghao that he hadn’t woken you up when he called. sure, you had been on the verge of falling asleep, but you missed minghao so much while he was away that you were constantly keeping an eye out for a message or call from him. that’s why you answered after the first ring, sleep falling away to make room for desire to see minghao.
you were peacefully staring off into space, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling the water. just as you were pouring hot water into minghao’s mug, you heard a knock at the door. a sleepy minghao greeted you as you opened the door, shuffling into your place before he wrapped you in his arms. he lingered in the hug, breathing in your scent and sighing contentedly. you held onto his hand as you led him to the kitchen where two mugs of tea awaited you.
he watched you lovingly as you took your first sip, hiding his smile by taking a sip from his mug. you two stood in a comfortable silence, happily taking in the sight of the other after a time apart, only being able to see each other through screens.
“how was your flight?”
he hummed in contemplation, “uneventful.”
you giggled at the excited tone behind his description, “that must’ve been nice.”
he giggled at your giggle, “it’s much nicer to be here.”
“ah, i forgot how cheesy you are when you’re tired.”
“i can’t help it,” he smiled, “it’s hard to resist when i missed you so much and when you blush at everything i say.”
“i do not blush at everything you say!” you protested.
more of his cute giggle rang in the room. he set his mug down, took a couple of steps so he was right in front of you, and wrapped his arms around your waist. he smiled sweetly as he watched you. you fought the blush threatening to break through your skin, but you let the gleeful smile reserved only for him grace your face.
minghao whispered, so as not to disrupt the delicate late-night calm that surrounded you two, “you look so pretty right now. can i please kiss you?”
your mouth dropped open in surprise, though it quickly turned to a grin in response to his straightforwardness. out of fear of sounding too eager, you nodded, gripping onto your warm mug of tea to remind yourself that this was real life. minghao giggled again as he brought his face right in front of yours. he paused, beautiful brown eyes savoring the sight of you up close.
“are you sure?”
behind his teasing tone, you sensed his nervousness. instead of saying “yes,” you pressed your lips against his. his fingertips squeezed slightly where he held your waist, perhaps also needing a reminder himself that this was real life. when you pulled away, he couldn’t stop his giggles. he was simply so delighted to have finally kissed you. when he watched you giggle happily, he knew he didn’t care whether he woke you up, if it meant he could spend the rest of the night kissing you again and again until you both drifted off to sleep.
seungkwan♡‧₊˚
“no, no, no,” seungkwan shook his head, “you have to turn like this.”
he slowly, and exaggeratedly, mimicked the exact part of the choreography you were struggling with. he motioned for you to try it, and he huffed in frustration when you still were finishing the turn a beat early. after a few more attempts at mirroring seungkwan, he shook his hand in the air to signal that you were done for the time being.
“ah, i swear,” he put his hands on his hips, “if you weren’t serious about learning Twice’s choreography, you shouldn’t have asked me to teach you.”
he was being serious himself, his competitive side coming out despite it being just the two of you, so you held back your laugh, “i am serious about learning Twice’s choreography from you.”
seungkwan looked at you incredulously, “so you’re not in it for the dancing?”
you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, “i’m mostly in it to hang out with you, dumby. learning the choreo is a bonus.”
to hide the smile forming on his face, he rolled his eyes and dramatically turned away from you, “well, if you want to keep hanging out with me, you need to get this right. let’s try it again from the pre-chorus. if you don’t get the combination right, i’m never hanging out with you again!”
seungkwan shot you a glare to let you know he meant what he said, so you hid your giggle behind your hand. once the music was playing through the speaker, he counted you in. you did your absolute best, following seungkwan’s moves and finding your groove in the song. the cursed combination was only a few counts away, so you focused with all your might on executing it correctly. perhaps through a miracle, or, more likely, the intensity of seungkwan’s gaze on you from the mirror, you finally turned the way you had been begging your body to for an hour. you moved to finish the chorus, but you were interrupted by seungkwan screaming.
“you did it! you’re amazing! i knew you had it in you! i’m so proud! that’s main dancer energy!”
seungkwan grinned as he ran toward you and celebrated your success. he didn’t skip a beat between singing his praises and excitedly kissing you. your mouth dropped open out of surprise, and his eyes went as wide as saucers.
“we should get back to the routine,” seungkwan moved backwards, stumbling over his feet and blushing furiously, “just because you got the combination once doesn’t mean you can let your guard down. repetition is–”
“seungkwan!”
he tripped over his feet before you could reach forward to catch him. he burst into embarrassed laughter and covered his face with his hands. you laughed too, kneeling beside him to make sure he wasn’t seriously injured.
“don’t look at me,” he mumbled into his hands.
you giggled, “hmm, how am i supposed to learn more of the dance if i can’t look at you?”
seungkwan peeked at you through his fingers, “so you are serious about learning Twice’s choreography?”
you nodded, giggling as you helped him up. before you took your place behind him in the practice room, you snuck a kiss to his cheek, which made him malfunction even more. trying to keep his cool, he moved right into reviewing the next set of moves, but you could see very clearly the bright pink tips of his ears.
hansol♡‧₊˚
your eyes were closed, as you rested comfortably on a pillow and blanket on the living room floor. hansol lied down next to you, sharing half of the pair of headphones you wore. he had asked you to come over, so you could listen to some music he thought you would like. you happily obliged, eager for some quality time with him and his impeccable music taste.
the floor whispered beside you and, softly and sweetly, hansol's hand brushed against yours. an unspoken agreement, your hand opened, only to close when your palms were nestled against each other. you heard a light rustling, so you turned your head toward hansol. his fluffy hair laid in a subtle mess against his face and the pillow beneath him. his dark brown eyes sparkled so intensely, that, if you did not know so deeply the brightness inside him, you would've thought you were hallucinating. your mouth opened, but your mind couldn't come up with anything to say. the music was too moving, the man beside you much too breathtaking to leave room for conversation. hansol, observant as ever, let out a light chuckle, lips upturned as innocently as the amused crinkle in his eyes.
the song trailed off, slowly fading into a new one, and he nudged his way closer to you, "hey."
you smiled, cheeked pressed against your own pillow and your heart pounding at the proximity, "hey."
he watched you, gently and up close, and the softness of it all threatened to set you on fire. his tenderness would burn you alive with delight. you were sure of it.
hansol was sure of something else, too, "i really like being here with you. listening to music, like this."
heat rushed to your cheeks, and you smiled even brighter. hansol squeezed your hand lightly as he brought himself next to you, shoulder to shoulder, noses touching. those darling eyes looked at you again, flickering down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze, inquisitive and kind. you nodded, a movement so slight he would not have noticed it if he were any farther from you. thankfully, he was right where he needed to be, and he brought his mouth to yours.
you let out a dreamy sigh, absorbing the caress of hansol's lips against yours and the wafting melody of the song he had picked out just for you. too soon, the kiss ended, and, when you opened your eyes, you saw his were still closed. unable to resist, you kissed the tip of his nose, giggling as his brown eyes shot open, bewilderment and fondness filling his gaze.
"i really like being here with you," you whispered, earning a blush and gummy smile from hansol.
chan♡‧₊˚
a chorus of cheers and whoops broke out behind you as you and chan walked out of the club. it turned out that with the right combination of alcohol, dancing, and camaraderie, an intense and life-threatening craving for ice cream and snacks will take over your group of friends on a night out. it also turned out that, because your friends and his friends knew there was a little something more between you and chan, you two were nominated as the official snack saviors.
the noise of the club and your friends melted away, punctuating the sound of your laughter mixing with chan's on the somewhat quiet street. not wanting to miss the moment, your gaze lingered on chan's side profile, his smile bursting with joy at the ridiculousness of the people he holds close.
"we were chosen for this...why, again?"
chan cocked his head sideways, his signature playful glint in his eyes setting off the butterflies in your stomach. trying to conceal your panic, you rolled your eyes, chuckling a bit yourself.
"because we're the lucky ones."
"hmmmm," chan nodded, furrowed brow proving he was genuinely considering your statement.
"well," he grinned, reaching into his pocket, "seungkwan-hyung is the lucky one who gets to buy snacks for everyone."
you burst out laughing as he showed off seungkwan's wallet like a product in a late-night infomercial. your laughter showered him with serotonin, his grin soon giving way to a fit of laughter. you two managed to continue down the sidewalk toward the convenience store without falling over, despite the tears in your eyes and the silly looks shared between you. once the fluorescent light poured onto the ground at your feet, you paused to catch your breath. right when you took a deep breath to calm your heartbeat, a gasp fell out of your mouth as chan's hand playfully grabbed your wrist. the movement and your curiosity made you face chan, whose mischievous eyes had returned full force.
"chan? what're you...?"
he stepped forward, pulling your arm enough to close the remaining gap of space between you. chan's smile never faltered, even growing when he saw your eyes widen as he leaned in. even when his lips pressed against yours, you could tell his smile hadn't completely disappeared. if you were being honest, you could practically taste his glee, mixed right in with the alcohol from the club. you smiled into the kiss, unable to resist the heavenly happiness chan brought to you. his other hand found its way to your face when he broke the kiss. his thumb traced your cheekbone, relishing in the proximity you shared.
"we really are the lucky ones, huh?"
you rolled your eyes, covering his hand with your own and meeting his lips for another sweet kiss. your friends could wait. you two had a more important mission to complete first.
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18+ only! this is the longest thing ive written in a hot minute! i really hope you enjoy it <3 this came to me randomly & i just knew i had to write it with Bob ;)
tagging: @auroralightsthesky thank you for encouraging me to post this & for your constant support my darling 💕
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looking up from your book, you could see Bob approaching you from his place in the doorway. you're sprawled out on the sofa, with your dainty little nightgown on & your eyes droopy from pure exhaustion.
you revert back to the place in your book, trying to piece together the story, but the words have become meshed & blurry on the page. you could hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching & a sudden dip in the cushions is felt below your feet.
you perk up at the feeling of nimble fingers dancing up your bare legs, causing goosebumps to be left in their wake. they start to move along your clothed skin & the sensation of Bob lightly dusting over your center causes you to let in a deep inhale. you bite back a moan at the subtle contact & try to focus on the story in your hands once again.
he lets out a breathy chuckle from your meek reaction & oh so carefully begins to peel your nightgown up so that it's bunched up against your chest, allowing him full access to your clothed bud & soft tummy.
Bob was practically salivating at the sight of you, all pretty, layed out, & vulnerable before him. he doesn't hesitate to bend down, practically mounting you in place, & latching his lips straight onto your soft pooch. laying your book flat onto your chest, you look down to see Bob making out with your belly. his tongue is swirling all along your flesh, causing a warm & tingly feeling to shoot through your entire body. the obscene wet sounds that emanate from his mouth alone, makes you let out little whines.
you reach down to run your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging, & encouraging him to keep up his movements. Bob listens & continues his work on your skin, now incorporating his large palms into the mix & kneeding the lower parts of your tummy, close to where the top of your sex lies.
he takes a second to teasingly squeeze you through your panties, which causes you to yelp out in surprise & your body shutters. Bob let's out another chuckle against your skin & a guttural groan deep from within your throat jumps out from your mouth & you could feel that sudden familiar heartbeat in your pussy.
Bob continues his assault on your pooch. biting, sucking, kneading, & leaving you gasping out for air. he reaches down to rub harsh circles over your clit, drawing you closer to your release.
his name repeatedly falls from your lips, as you finally let go & Bob pulls away from your belly with a loud pop! trying to regain back your composure, you noticed Bob smirking from his place above you & looking intently at your stomach.
"what's got you all smug now huh?" you questioned, still panting & coming down from a high.
"just admirin' my masterpiece is all." Bob quipped, leaving you even more confused than before & as if he could read your mind, he was quick to pull out his phone & presumably take a pic of you in your current state.
your eyes widen at the photo & you now understood what Bob meant by his so called "masterpiece." reddish purple hickies in the shape of a heart adorn your tummy. you're truly impressed but ultimately turned on by your husbands antics.
your eyes travel up to meet Bob's once again & you give him the look. he practically dives onto you, ripping your panties off, & quickly goes to town on your yearning pussy... ;)
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*grabby hands desire more qphilza headcanons*
WEHEHEHE
qPhil headcanons masterlist
He hates it bc he hates the quiet and feeling vulnerable n bored but sometimes this idiot really needs alone time. Whether it's to think or to do something Just for him or to self-care or something else, he needs some Him Time. And between being a dad of two, several people's confidant, a Horrors(tm) magnet, and just generally a self-negligent dumbass, he rarely gets any.
Another hypocritical thing he does: Complains he needs xyz (a break, rest, some kinda need met, etc) but whenever someone else tells him he needs xyz he's like What No I Don't I'm Fine And Functional Wdym. It's like the second someone is caring for him rather than him finally caring for himself, he's suddenly allergic to care at all
"Thanks I hate it" <- loves it very much or thinks it's hilarious unless it's a legitimately bad thing. Says this to Fit A Lot
He's the epitome of "Fine I'll do it. But I'm gonna complain the whole time." And depending on what it is, he ends up genuinely enjoying himself
Boating unironically de-stresses him. Though nowadays he can't help but think back to the Purgatory insanity he heard while at sea Day 1. 50/50 if he laughs about it or gets a pit in his stomach thinking about the trauma
From all his sleeping in that stupid fucking chair in the bunker, motherfucker's back sounds like bubblewrap sometimes
He has to sleep on his stomach bc sleeping on his wings BIG OUCH uncomfortable. At best, they just fall asleep. At worst they're in unbearable pain.
He's extremely paranoid after Chayanne's 3 day fight with EK that EK will possess Chayanne next or go after him first whenever he returns
At this point he barely thinks Cucurucho is a threat. More so a semi-annoying pathetic little weirdo with an obscene amount of power
He misses the old spawn bakery. The new one's kinda whatever. Too boujee. The old spawn one was not only a short walk from home, but also cozy and had character. Also he misses being able to prank it.
He also has beef with the use of gold for decor in new spawn bc shiny surface sometimes blanks/distracts his crow brain.
He (used to, been kinda difficult to post-Purgatory for misc reasons) go to Cellbit to give him pics & info on happenings/enigmas on the island. Now his go-to is Bagi (he sees her more), but like. He never Goes To Bagi. She just so happens to bump into him when he has something he needs to talk to her about or give to her
Missa occasionally gives him really good back massages that melt him into a puddle. They're rare bc a) Missa's away a lot and b) his back is very sensitive and in pain more often than not
Every once in a while he gets tea cravings and he hates it
Good god this man is not a morning person. His body just simply won't let him sleep last like 10am and he hates it.
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Warnings: graphic sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, orgasm denial, bdsm, use of objects for sexual pleasure, pure porn- little to no plot
18+ MINORS DNI
Author's note: Keeper by Reighnwolf was the little inspo! The Jake pic is mine that I took at Shaky Knees! I am in the picture of the friend group with our flag. They gave me permission to add our picture into this post. 🫶 Jooty Nation
💗 Mama Jooty
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✨️STARCATCHER✨️
You were standing in the walkway between the stage and barricade, *just* within eyeshot of Jake. The corset you were wearing made your breasts look delicious. The curves catching the stage lights every few seconds, drawing his attention further to you. Jake started relentlessly thrusting into his gutiar. Words spewing from his mouth you could only imagine were praises. Such a pornographic scene laid out in front of you. Eyes screwed shut. His mouth hanging open. It looked a little too familiar to you. That's when you realized what was actually happening. He was LITERALLY fucking his guitar in front of thousands of people. Without a care in the world.
His solo was nearing the end and it looked like he was too; as he threw his head back and arched his back along with it. Just then, he fumbled over a chord. His eyes flying open and his cheeks flushed with anger as he continued to play. Yet again, another fuck up. At this point you could hear the curses from the stage. You quickly ran back stage to escape his glare. Colliding with a security guard you know as Rich. He grabs you by your shoulders to steady you. "Y/N, whoa, what's got you in a hurry?+" Rich asks. "Oh nothing, I wanted to try and get a picture of the fans from behind Jake." He laughs, "There's some crazy ones out there tonight. Did you see the flag that says 'Jooty Nation' with Jake's ass?" You smile and nod, showing him the photo you already took of the group of friends with said flag. Sometimes you would get jealous knowing fans would go crazy over your man. Other times it warmed your heart knowing he brought together people from all over the world. After running up towards the back of the stage, you could hear The Weight Of Dreams coming to an end. Knowing you had very limited time to get the shot you wanted. With one last "click" you got the shot.
Sneaking into the darkness behind Jake's amplifiers, you bring your camera up and take a quick shot of his back, flexing in the stage lights under his jacket. Bringing it back down, you can see that Jake has completely gone off the rails. Getting back into his groove and making even more obscene movements. Normally he props his guitar along his right thigh to make it seem like he's humping it. Giving the illusion that he is doing the sexiest thing imaginable. Making the fans go wild. Giving them a show. But from this new angle, you can see he is actually griding against the dark, red wood of the instrument. With one final strum, he bows to throw his pick to one of the fans with the flag and they all scream and jump with happiness. Your smile is huge. That is...until he turns around to face you.
His face is flushed. Sweat is dripping down the center of his chest, clinging to his necklaces. His chest moving up and down to show the hard work he just put in during the set. Without more than a dark glance, he starts to walk off stage. Mumbling something to a stage hand who runs around frantic to search for whatever Jake has just instructed them to grab.
All he does is simply grab your wrist and drag you down the hall to his dressing room. No words were spoken but your footsteps alongside his are deafening.
A red glare catches your eye. Rather than handing off his Gibson to be tucked away, it is still slung across his torso. As he pulls you into the room behind him, a roadie isn't far behind..carrying Jake's white stool and his amp cable? You are about to state your confusion but before you can, Jake is instructing you to sit on the leather couch.
He places the stool in the center of the room and you think he is about to start playing again. The guitar, the cable, the stool...it all makes sense. But then Jake sets his Gibson down in the stand along the wall.
"I couldn't control myself out there tonight. Because of you. Sure, I put on a show every night. But I was losing myself over you," he says lowly. Walking over to you at a painfully slow pace, while unwrapping the cable from the neat circle it had been so delicately wrapped into. "Hands." It's the only thing he has to say to you before you are thrusting your arms towards him.
When you met Jake, you met a much darker side of him. The agreement that he would be your dominant and you would be his submissive. Nothing in between. As the months went on, you both had fallen madly in love with one another and that only made the sex better.
Jake started to wrap the amp cable around your wrists, tying knots and giving it a tug to make sure you couldn't get free. He leaves you standing, wrists bound, in front of the couch. He walks towards the stool and sits down on it. Grabbing the opposite end of the cable, he yanks, hard. Jolting you forward with a yelp. A devilish smile playing on his lips.
His eyes get even darker and he tips his chin down, looking at you through his lashes. "Oh how I love you at my mercy," he growls. Yanking again and bringing you a few more steps closer to him. He then stands up with the stool in front on him. Yanking one more time until you nearly topple over the white wood. Without warning he yanks the cable to the floor, throwing your abdomen over the top of the stool. The new angle allowing your breasts to spill over the edge of your black lace corset. He threads the cable around the bottom rungs of the stool. Giving it a tug and trapping your wrists to the cool surface. You are now in shock at how no words have been exchanged between the two of you, yet you are absolutely soaked in your panties.
Once he is happy with your new position, he takes 3 agonizing steps around you. His left hand grabs your hip and his right one finds the roots of your hair and tugs harshly. A moan escaping your lips as your arms are pinned towards the floor and your head is yanked upwards. His response is a low growl from his chest.
Your miniskirt is what you like to call a "standing skirt only," as this new angle has your entire ass on display for him. Riding up the sides of your hips, the material accentuates your curves. Without warning, he drags your matching black lace thong down your legs and throws them off to the side.
You aren't sure to speak. So you wait for him. Since he is still behind you, you are unsure as to what his plan is until you hear him discard his jacket on the couch and sit down.
"Oh poor thing, now what shall I do?"
You are absolutely dumbfounded. He puts you in such a position and then just leaves you helpless. You are nearly dripping down your legs with how aroused you are.
Just then, the door flies open and you are frantic. You can't move. You can't see who came in. And there isn't a single word spoken. "Jake?" You ask in a hushed tone. The door shuts and you are flushed pink everywhere in embarrassment. "Jakey please help me. Who came in? Did they see me?"
He doesn't answer other than a chuckle. At that moment, you hear two sets of footsteps and you cross your legs to cover your dignity. Or what little you have left. A hand is placed on the small of your back. But it feels larger and more calloused. A breathy whisper ghosts your ear, "well what do you we have here?" Your breath is caught in your throat. Daniel.
"Danny, um. Please excuse our predicament that Jacob has me in at the moment." You find the courage to speak. Jake walks around to face you as Danny is still looming behind you. He grabs your jaw in his calloused fingers.
"Daniel would like to stick around and play a little bit. And you are going to love every second of it, aren't you, love?" Worry crosses your face at the realization. You've never been opposed to sharing, but you never thought it would be with one of Jake's closest friends and bandmates.
Danny's hands lightly travel down the back of your thighs. A slow, languid stripe of his tongue up your center has a moan ripping through you. Jake cocks and eyebrow and he says, "oh she liked that. Do it again Daniel." And again Danny's tongue drags through your folds. He taps the inside of your thighs, signaling for you to spread you legs further. Your body shows your eagerness and you move too fast to remain sexy. Danny continues his attack at your center and your thighs are shaking. More moans escaping your lips. As you are teetering on the edge of your first orgasm, Danny plunges two fingers into you.
"No." Jake says sternly. You pull your head up to meet his gaze. "You have to hold it. You aren't allowed to cum unless I tell you so. Danny, don't stop. See how long she can hold on for." He smirks and struts over to the couch. "I love to watch her unravel." Danny continues his constant assult with his mouth and fingers. At this point. You don't care who can hear you. You can't hold in the noises escaping you.
"Danny, Danny please. Please please." You beg.
"Oh Jake, you didn't tell me how beautiful she sounds when she begs. Can I please let her cum? I want to feel her come undone."
Jake stands up and comes to face you yet again. His pants are unzipped and you can see his hard cock straining against his pants. "You can let her cum on one condition. She get's to cum on your drumstick." Your head snaps up. You can't believe what he has just said. You don't think you could be more turned on. You just want to cum and at this point, you don't care on what.
Danny is eager and frantic as he pulls a drumstic out of his back pocket. "You ready?" He asks your permission before continuing. "God damnit Daniel just do it, please," you are quivering.
He slowly pushes the handle of the smooth wood into you. "More. More Danny." You try to push back into him but the bindings stop you. "Jesus I've always dreamed of this," he whispers as he pushes it into you at a faster speed now.
Jake is watching you unravel below him. At the hands of his best friend. He can't take it anymore and pulls his cock free. "Open your mouth."
You obey and stick your tongue out as far as it will go. Licking his entire length. The head already leaking precum. Without warning, he shoves his head to the back of your throat and holds you there. Thrusting deep into your throat. "Yeah baby? You take me so well don't you?" Danny decides to take a chance and you feel the tip of his thumb circling your asshole before nudging it in. You moan and the vibrations of your throat send Jake into a spiral. He throws his head back in pure pleasure.
Danny leans his head down to your ear. "Oh you are such a dirty girl aren't you? How does Jake get to keep you all to himself?" And just like that, you are thrown violently into your orgasm. Legs shaking and dripping all over his drumstick. Jake pulls out of your mouth. Mascara running down your face with tears. Absolutely ruined.
"Ok, Daniel, time to switch it up." He says as he comes behind you. Danny switches spot and bends down to look in your eyes. Smearing the rest of your makeup across your lips with his thumb. "She looks absolutely lovely when she is ruined, Jacob."
"If one of you doesn't stick your cock in me right now I swear to god." You scream, getting greedy. Jake slaps your ass HARD and spreads both cheeks giving him a good look at your dripping core.
"Does this poor thing need to be fucked by Daddy?" You nod quickly. Without wasting a second, he thrusts into you. Filling you up completely. "Yeah, just like that baby. God you are so tight." He is smthrusting so hard the stool starts rocking. "Go ahead Daniel. Why don't you take her mouth for a ride? It's wonderful."
Danny pulls his golden silk pants down and you are finally able to see him in all his glory. The size shocks you. You always assumed he would be big. But nothing like this. You look up at him through your lashes and hold your tongue out, waiting. He strokes himself slowly, before tapping the tip of himself on your tongue. Pushing himself in slowly. You hollow out your cheeks and drag your tongue along the underside of his shaft. All the way up to his head. Jake takes a page out of Danny's book and slides his thumb into your backside. Sending a moaning vibration to Danny's throbbing cock. He too throws his head back in pleasure. "Holy fuck she does like that."
Jake picks up his pace as Danny fucks your mouth. And you feel yourself nearing yet another orgasm faster than you anticipated. "Give it to us." Jake commands. With that you are screaming both of their names and cumming harder than you ever have. "Just hold on baby, we're almost there." And with a few more pumps, they both finish. Jake inside of your fucked out pussy and Danny down your throat, swallowing every bit of him.
With a sigh, they both pull out and you are left feeling empty and exhausted. Jake grabs a cloth to clean you up while Daniel is quick to untie you. You stand up slowly. Legs feeling like jello and all but falling into Jake's arms behind you. He scoops you up and brings you over to the couch to sit on his lap. Danny comes and joins the two of you. Lightly massaging the bruises forming on your wrists.
"Was it too much baby?" Jake's demeanor has changed to nothing but care, love, and concern. You sob in his arms and shake your head no.
"I'm just so overwhelmed. And I'm worried this will never happen again." You sniffle.
Danny and Jake exchange a silent look. "Well, my love always gets what she wants. And if this is something you want regularly, then it's yours."
You perk up. "You- you would do that for me?"
Daniel strokes your cheek while Jake plays with your hair, "As long as Jake doesn't mind sharing." With that, you slowly drift off to sleep in their arms. Absolutely fucked out of your mind. And dreaming about what is to come.
#jake kiszka#danny wagner#greta van fleet#jake kiszka smut#danny wagner smut#greta van fleet smut#jacob thomas kiszka#daniel robert wagner#gvf#jake kiszka fanfic#gvf fanfiction#danny wagner fanfiction#Spotify
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on to 2024… 🌸
if you had told me that “kiss me in komorebi” has 168 posts under its belt, i wouldn’t have believed you. almost 200 posts, and we’ve had one rose ceremony? 😅 you know i can’t resist a story!
uber gushy post under the cut ⬇️
2023 was an incredibly amazing and simultaneously terrifying year for me. we moved out of my in-laws house and into our first apartment, only to get removed from our jobs unfairly and driven to near bankruptcy as a result. i’ve had intense highs and devastating lows, and throughout it all, my friends here and my little pixel people helped me keep my head above the dismal despair of every hard moment.
i’ve been incredibly removed from simblr as a social space lately, and aside from my usual social anxiety FOMO, i regret it because this is an amazing and truly wonderful community that deserves more!! we are all bonded in our mutual experience of “i imagined this and it excited me so much that i just had to share it with someone, i hope you enjoy it too” and that has done so much for my own personal sense of creativity and imagination 🥹
tumblr limiting me by 30 pics is obscene because i saved over 100+ in reading back through this challenge. seriously, how has so much and so little happened?? and really, it’s not so little at all. the wonderful creators who entrusted their sims not only just to me as their watcher™️ to have in my game, but also as a writer to give them voice?? i have enjoyed every second of watching these tiny little artificial intelligences interact with one another, and as we advance into the more serious portion of this challenge, i will miss every single on of them as they continue on this journey with dan 🥹
who, by mentioning, is my fucking son. i have never been so emotionally attached to a sim before: i’ve loved all my gp sims, you have to!! but i look at dan and i know his story (well, of course, BUT STILL), i know who he is and i just… i love the lil guy 🥹🙏 bless you all for giving his hunkiness a place in your hearts: he has flourished so far beyond the stoic, kinda-grumpy dilf he began as (and we can all thank nova sammyshuno for his existence at all) and i am so thankful this challenge took him in a different direction than what i originally saw for him!
he is my lil goober and i would have him no other way 💛 my gratitude post is still in the works: i have a lot to do on the side for myself and my fiance, and even though i have every reason to continue on my mission forward with our sidework (voice acting), my executive dysfunction and general depression had me sitting on my ass this morning, scrolling through screenshots instead of editing maxwell’s vacation or recording audios to post. i am stuck in cycles, and breaking them has never been my strong suit. 😩
but this is a new year!! and i swear to everything, i am not going through another one like the last. you all will be seeing much more of me, both as a simblr and as a friend, and i can’t wait to see what this new year has in store for us 💛
thank you to all my wonderful contestants’ creators and the absolutely fantastic lot of you who are following along with daniel and his quest for love 🥹🙏 here’s to 2024 and all it has to offer!!
#longpost /#txt#this got so long and gushy but ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT???#WTF HAS EVEN HAPPENED THFJFJ#i am so excited for what this new year has to offer!!#i’m looking at new job opportunities and trying to get extra hours at work#and working through my anxiety to start voice acting more#people have been really responsive and i’m just i know that if i apply myself i can do it#its just SO MUCH to commit to and i’m already so tired#but if i can produce almost 200 fucking sims pictures fjdjfjjf#i can do this#WE GOT THIS YEAR GUYS#WE GOT THIS#KICKING AND SCREAMING BUT WE GOT THIS 💪
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Okay, very dirty thoughts but I am always holding back from making my yandere just drop off the deep end when I write random stuff. Those aren’t really original but I am always thinking of them when I write nonetheless, lol. I hope you guys know about my efforts of keeping it clean for you because I do have a lot of thoughts about yandere being horny.
Big Lemon Warning
But if I may be serious for a second, I think every yandere has at least more than an unhealthy amount of imaginary scenario of how they fuck their darling senseless. Especially when they are in their bed, alone, they just envision themselves between their darling’s legs, feasting and reveling, watching them come undone. The moment they think about just touching their darling, they are so turned on, and when they imagine putting their sex to their darling’s, they cum instantly without so much as touching themselves. The only thing that ever leaves their mouth is their darling’s name through all of this, loud and obscene, over and over, as their imagination goes wild, and they cum again just from thinking of being touched or their darling saying their name and begging for them. It’s all in their head, but it’s the fantasy that keeps them up all night and invades their thoughts when they are careless.
The first few times they break into their darling’s home, they’ll probably take some souvenirs for themselves that are harmless, like hair ties, pens, perhaps a pillow. But the more they go there and observe their darling, the more they find themselves in their closet, trying on their clothes, going through their underwear, things like that. And once they lose all hesitations, they dug deep into the dirty laundry and the bedside table, licking their darling’s pleasure helpers clean and sullying their clothes even more by rubbing them over their sex. It would be a surprise if the darling doesn’t realize their items going missing very soon as just playing with the things soon isn’t enough for the yandere anymore.
Also, like: jerking off on things their darling uses. Sneaking into their work to sit on their chair or get on top of their desk. Maybe they even bring their darling’s dildos they stole and use those on themselves. If we want them to go absolutely ballistic, they might sully their darling’s food in their fridge, marking it with their body. Edibility is a concern, but not to a horny yandere. They also love to see their darling using the toy the yandere used just before them. That’s almost like indirect sex, right?
And, of course, photos and videos. Just good old stalking. But the perverse kind. The one where they stand at the window watching with their camera rolling. In public with hidden cameras in toilets or walking behind their darling. (Maybe they even do some concealed touches while they are at it!) And then, at home, folders full on their computers, enough fap material to last a long, long time, and still never enough. The best shots are put up on the wall right across the bed, or even better, get one of those interactive displays and just watch different pics or clips pass by every second of the day. Stalker’s paradise, really!
They also imagine hanging out with their darling normally or sharing a bed like a couple without intercourse. Even that is too sexy for a horny yandere, though. Until they climb into their darling’s bed for the first time, sniffing their pillows and blankets until their head hurts, and they start humping everything they can get between their legs. Pillow, blanket, mattress, stuffed animals, the bedframe. Those yans never even clean up afterward. It’s their new obsession imagining their darling’s face laying on the pillow they sullied. And when that isn’t enough, they’ll wait to get into their darling’s bed at night when they are asleep, eating them out or humping them, just a few touches enough to orgasm. They are like a ghost that gets bolder and bolder every time until they masturbate standing next to the darling in the bathroom, absolutely losing all carefulness and moaning loudly as the shower runs.
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Allu/reader involving mirror sex.
+ aleksi reader insert request based off of his two most recent photos but make it just pure filth
i combined these two prompts! hope you enjoy 🖤🖤🖤
the pics in question
also on ao3
You're totally naked, sitting on the bed with your legs spread wide; Aleksi is standing across from you, casually leaning on the mirror right in front of you. His hair is slicked back and he's fully clothed, his black shirt all buttoned up. The sleeves are rolled up, showing off his blacked out arms, and the neck is blacked out too, matching his eyeliner, making his skin look even paler. The contacts don't allow you to read his eyes like you normally would, his gaze more impersonal, but not leaving you even for a second.
"Don't look at me, look at yourself," Aleksi says when he catches you staring for too long. Your fingers are working your clit and it feels amazing, even more so when you notice how hard Aleksi is inside his pants because of it. Your reflection is nothing short of obscene, everything on display and a facial expression that screams arousal and lust. You look hot, you'll admit it, so you bring the hand to your mouth to suck at your juices while locking eyes with yourself. Aleksi hums, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him adjust his crotch.
"Like this, baby, yeah."
He opens his pants but you don't dare take your eyes off your reflection. Your mouth waters nonetheless, wishing your fingers were his beautiful cock instead.
Aleksi strokes himself inside his pants twice, just to take the edge off, then comes to sit on the bed right behind you, making sure you feel his hot breath on the side of your neck right away. His lips hover over your skin for a moment, and in the reflection you look like a vampire's prey about to be bitten, but Aleksi's mouth never touches you. Instead, his large hand goes to grip at your breast, squeezing tightly, just on the side of uncomfortable, while the other snakes from behind and finds your cunt, covering it entirely. You try grinding against it but it's fruitless.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers in your ear, "you're so fucking mine."
You throw your head back against his collarbone, your hips bucking up of their own accord. Aleksi snorts and it's a low sound.
"Not so fast, baby. Touch yourself for me a bit more first."
He removes his hand from your cunt but the one on your breast stays where it is, loosening its grip and caressing your nipple. It feels incredible and you're more than eager to touch yourself again, massaging your clit with fast fingers. Aleksi's veiled eyes never stop looking at it.
As he's grinding his clothed cock against the small of your back (his thrusts are small and controlled), he finally puts his hand back between your legs. He instructs you not to stop stimulating your clit with a low growl in your ear. In the meantime, one of his fingers slides inside you, causing you to moan as if on cue. He hums in turn and starts sliding his finger in and out of you. It's slow at first, almost sweet, but then he adds another finger and his pace quickens. Given how horny you already are, the sight of his fingers disappearing inside you threatens to make you come way too quickly, so you turn your gaze away from the mirror and settle it to his face just above your head. From here you can see his parted lips and his septum piercing and it isn't a much less arousing sight, all in all.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Aleksi breathes out when his fingers go quicker and your moans turn higher, "I want you on my cock."
"Are you gonna fuck me?" you ask, mostly for confirmation because you just can't wait to get off. Aleksi removes his hand then, bringing it to your mouth so you can clean it. You do so obediently, and you almost gag when he shoves the fingers deeper into your mouth, but the grunt that comes out of his throat makes it all worth it.
"Hell yeah I'm gonna fuck you," Aleksi says, "I'm gonna fuck you so good."
With that, Aleksi makes you lie down on your stomach, shoves a pillow under your pelvis and lies down on top of you. You can barely bask in the feeling of having him all around you before he grabs your chin and turns it to the mirror, so that you're looking at yourself. He's watching your face in the reflection as he shoves his big cock inside you, watching every sensation that crosses your expression. Only the first thrust is slow, however; when he's all inside, his hand keeping your face in place lowers down to find your neck, holding it tight, and then his pace becomes frantic.
"What a perfect little whore," he grunts, obviously satisfied with the way you don't diverge your gaze from the mirror. Truth be told, you wouldn't be able to, even if you wanted: Aleksi pushing into you while staring at your face, holding your face up by the neck ever so firmly, his parted lips whispering obscenities, his contacts rolling back every once in a while and the cross shaped charm of his earring dangling with every thrust, is a sight that demands to be seen. You're hooked, fatally glued to the image in the mirror.
"So tight and needy for me," Aleksi says a while later, when his perfect cock starts feeling way too good inside you, brushing against all of your sensitive spots, making it impossible for you not to moan out loud. You even close your eyes, but Aleksi doesn't seem to mind. He groans in your ear, urging you on, telling you to come on his cock. Other than those lovely sounds, all you hear is the sound of his cock moving in and out of you, so wet and loud and obscene.
When you come, Aleksi grips your neck harder, which only adds to the head rush. Your moan comes out broken and Aleksi pushes impossibly hard into you, with all his might. It's the last thing you perceive before pleasure takes over completely and it's all you can feel.
You black out for a moment. The orgasm was so intense it left you with ringing ears and tingling all over. You don't know when Aleksi came, pulled out and lay down beside you, taking you in his arms. But when you come back to your senses and that's where you are, your heart is full.
#my writing#blind channel fanfiction#blind channel rpf#rpf#blind channel imagines#aleksi kaunisvesi x reader
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Made to Hold You
Din Djarin x fem!plus size!reader (no use of y/n)
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim, face sitting, helmet comes off, manhandling, slight insecurities, comfort, fluff, porn without plot
Notes: So my brain went into extreme horny mode after those new pics dropped and I was fueled on by thirst chats @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa too and wrote this! And I wrote this with a plus size reader but this can be enjoyed by all! Enjoy 😘 @flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog too!
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“Din… Ahh... Fuck… Wait…”
“Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you, meshla,” Din cooed at you from his position on his knees.
All day, he couldn’t wait to get you back alone, and the moment the doors closed, Din pounced on you. He ripped his helmet off with lightning speed and clawed at your clothes as his tongue tangled with yours. Moans and groans filled the small space as he stripped you without needing to break away from your lips for longer than a second.
The moment you were bare for him, Din dropped to his knees as his eyes devoured every curve of your body. He swallowed hard as he felt his cock twitch in his pants as he admired how beautiful you were before him. Your figure was the best sight in the galaxy to Din, and he thanked the Maker for the chance to admire and worship you over and over again.
Without another word, Din hiked one of your legs over his shoulder and his breath hitched in his throat when he got a better view of your pussy, “Fuck….” he breathed as he stayed transfixed on your body.
You let out a surprised squeal at his sudden action, and you felt like you might fall over after the sudden swift movement. “Din, you can’t…”
“Yes I can,” he murmured as he secured your thigh on his shoulder as if he was made to hold you up, “I told you, I’ve got you.”
With that, Din dove into your folds and immediately licked at your clit. Any thought you had that your leg was too heavy for him to hold up was completely lost when you felt his tongue swirl around your cunt. All you could do was scream in pleasure as the Mandalorian ravished you with his tongue.
“Fuck… Din…” you moaned as you buried one hand in his hair and grasped onto his shoulder with the other for balance.
You felt as if you could float away if it weren’t for Din’s strong grip on your hips. He held you up like you were nothing, and the weight of your legs didn’t phase him at all. In fact, you fit perfectly in between the plates of beskar that adorned his body.
Din wasn’t about to let you go, though, and he licked and sucked at you with fervor. He was a man starved, and he was addicted to the taste of you. Though he wasn’t much for words, Din hoped that he showed you how much you meant to him and how much he adored you through his actions.
Wanting to be sure, though, he mumbled incoherent praises for you in between licks and sucks. And the way he held you so tightly definitely got the message across.
“Din… I’m…” you felt the familiar tingle of your approaching climax fast approach.
You tried to pull him away, but Din only sucked at your pussy harder. The obscene sounds of his slurps were the only sounds in the room for a moment as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. But within seconds, you let out a loud cry as your orgasm washed over your body. Every muscle tensed as you tugged harder on his hair.
Din let out a growl, secretly loving whenever you did that. He kept up his pace with his tongue until he felt a gush of wetness hit his face. Tightening his grip even more, Din kept going until your cries of pleasure trend to whimpers and he knew you needed a moment. Finally letting out a deep breath, he pulled away and watched as you entire body shook from the weight of your climax.
But Din wasn’t finished with you yet.
Before you even fully recovered from your high, Din grabbed you and forcefully lifted you off the ground. He picked you up like you weighed nothing and effortlessly carried you over to his sleeping cot.
“Din!” you yelped as you suddenly found your world spinning in more ways than one, “Wait, put me down! I’m too…”
“Hush, meshla,” his voice stayed calm as he didn’t allow you to finish your thought.
He knew you worried about yourself, but he was determined to chase those demons away. Besides, after carting bounties across towns and repairing ships and machinery, it was nothing for him to lift you up. Din would carry you anywhere if you needed him to, and he would gladly shoulder you any time. But for now, he just wanted to make you feel good.
With a low grunt, Din tossed you onto the cot and quickly climbed on top of you. He swallowed the gasp you let out as he pressed his body on top of yours and dove his tongue into your mouth once more. Both of you moaned at the almost overwhelming sensations of the two of you plastered together.
Din whispered your name in a prayer as he broke away. He watched as you opened your eyes and looked up at him with a glazed over expression and a soft smile on your face. A smile of his own lit up his face as he admired every inch of you in this moment of stillness.
But, just as soon as the moment started, Din ended it as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you both over so that you straddled his waist.
“Din! What are you…?”
“I want,” he groaned as your pussy brushed over his clothed cock. His own pleasure would wait, though, as he had another plan in mind for you, “I want you to sit on my face.”
“What? I… Are… are you sure?” you asked as you leaned forward and took a moment to take in his features at this angle.
He trailed his hands down your sides and gave your hips a squeeze when he reached them, “I’m sure. Do it,” Din’s command was soft yet his voice still held an authority to it that titillated you to your core.
Despite your hesitation you found that you couldn’t resist when Din wanted something from you, so you let him help you up his body. Your entire body shook, both with nerves and anticipation as you shimmied your way up Din’s body. You let out a soft sigh when you felt his breath against your inner thigh and the strength in your thighs almost gave you.
True to his word, though, Din kept a secure hold on you and he prevented you from dropping down completely. He used his leverage to slowly lower you the rest of the way and you let out a loud moan when his lips made contact with your pussy again.
“Mmmm,” Din moaned as he devoured you once more.
You screamed as you rolled forward and planted your hands on the cot just over his head. Din’s grip on your thighs was almost too much, but it added a wonderful sensation along with his tongue on your folds. Even from below, he had complete control over you, and you loved it.
“Oh fuck,” you cried out as you rocked your hips against his face.
Between his tongue and his nose on your pussy, you felt your body burn with desire as every thought other than him vanished from your mind. To you, the entire galaxy just consisted of the Mandalorian between your thighs who ate you out so good.
“That’s it,” he cooed in a raspy voice, “Good girl. Now let go. I’ve got you.”
Din licked and sucked at you even harder. He slurped and groaned as he savored everything you gave him: your taste, your sounds, even the feel of you over him. It was heaven to Din. He nodded his head up and down to reach every part of your folds, and he especially enjoyed when he dove his tongue into your entrance and you bucked your hips involuntarily and cried out in pleasure.
He nosed your clit while his tongue darted in and out of you a few times before he ran his tongue along the length of your folds. When he reached your clit, Din wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked hard, which made you scream even louder. He grinned against you as he cock strained in his pants; he knew you wouldn’t last much longer.
Din might not last long either.
The Mandalorian grinded his own hips against nothing in desperate need for some friction as he worked you with his tongue. He felt a heat of his own quickly build within his core, completely fueled by you and you alone.
“Oh my… Din… I’m gonna…”
His name in your voice was the final push he needed, and just as you came with another loud scream, Din also came hard in his pants. Completely untouched, his own orgasm crashed through him as you gushed once more on his face. Moans and cries filled the room as both of you rode out your climaxes until you collapsed forward and Din knew you had enough.
Soaked from two orgasms on his face, Din was content to keep you over him for now. The warmth and softness of your skin was welcome as he placed feather light kisses on your inner thigh.
You couldn’t help but giggle as his stubble ticked your overly sensitive skin, “Din…” you rolled over so that you were on your side and his head rested on your hip, “Din that was…”
This time it was your turn to admire the handsome Mandalorian as he laid on your hip with a blissed out expression on his face. He looked like he had one too many spotchkas, but he seemed perfectly content with his situation. You knew that you could trust him, and you did, but there was always the thought in the back of your head that you weren’t good enough for him. Din proved you wrong over and over again, though, and he would happily do it a thousand times more.
As you sighed contently, your eyes trailed down his body as you thought you should return the favor that he gave you. However, once your eyes landed between his legs, you noticed a damp spot in his pants and you couldn’t completely stifle your laughter.
“Din! Did you…”
He lifted his head and opened his eyes as he glanced down at his pants, “Yeah,” he admitted as he rested his hand on you again, “I told you love,” he reached up and cupped your face, “You’re more than enough for me.”
You playfully rolled your eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair. Din watched you with those big brown eyes until he couldn’t hold his head up anymore and he relaxed down on your thigh. You in turn dropped your head down and curled yourself around his head and like that, the two of you fit perfectly once more. Just as Din was made to hold you, so were you made to fit him perfectly. Two pieces together as one, just like it was meant to be.
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Doesn’t have to be a whole date maybe Trouba did a drive-by DM. Obscene comment? Someone else had a fic where Player B chirped Player A about “sloppy seconds”, come home to find out Player B sent A’s gf dick pics and she’s like “I ignored them! I went absolutely nowhere near that man!!!!” and then he is embarrassed for being so upset.
I wrote all that but I do agree with you. T and Emma have enough drama without adding another character
Honestly, the drive by DM would be enough to set Timo off. But Emma didn't tell T. She did tell Lexi about it at the pre-season gathering though.
"Trouba slid into your DMs?"
"Yeah after I moved to Jersey when I was pregnant with Lio."
"What?" Emma whips around at her husband's stunned voice.
"Oh, Ah. T.. baby.." Emma rushes around the kitchen counter. "No."
"I am going to fucking-" Emma smothers his mouth with hers, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She presses her body weight into him, making him stumble back into the wall. Emma's hands are all over him, groping and digging into his skin until he touches her back.
"I'm gonna... go." Lexi chuckles, stepping back onto the deck with the other party guests.
"Why didn't you tell me that?" Timo pulls away.
"Because he was trying to make you mad and... I wanted to protect you. I didn't say anything back to him."
"What did he say to you?"
"Ah..."
"Em."
"Something about being my next baby daddy."
"For FUCK'S Sake." Timo bellows.
"It's obviously not going to happen, babe. We make perfect babies... don't need anyone else." She soothes him, running her fingers over his stubbled jaw. Damn, he is so sexy when he's jealous and angry. She shouldn't love this so much. When that doesn't ease his frustration, she trails her hand down to the front of his shorts, cupping him. His blue eyes close, then slowly open again to show his yearning.
"Rough tonight? Like maybe we finally break that bed?" Timo's voice is gruff and deep. Emma chuckles.
"You think you can?" Timo smirks back at her.
This should end well.
part two (18+)
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Saucy Neckline Onlyfans Creator Shen Yuan
My friend just showed me a video about an onlyfans for saucy victorian ankle pics and it got me thinking about Shen Yuan starting an onlyfans page for saucy neck pics where he wears pretty, elegant hanfu that highlight his neckline.
All to prove to Airplane Bro that neck fetish is NOT an actual thing in Ancient China. He is doing this IRONICALLY while spending bank on expensive hanfu and camera equipment that display his neck beautifully. He posts them on onlyfans, expecting like zero views.
Only to wake up the next day and sees that actual people have donated to his onlyfans page and are asking to see more. Some of them are history buffs who get the irony and just wanna continue the joke but some of them are actually thirsty for Shen Yuan's neck pics.
here's this one person who has actually donated a whole whopping 1000 Yuan on just one pic of Shen Yuan's neck decorated with a gold and pearl choker (it's actually women's jewelry but hey, beauty had no gender). The fan goes by the name Junshang and begs for more pics.
They write a whole exposition with paragraphs praising the artistry of the pic and the tasteful choice in costume that does his pretty neck justice. It should come off as creepy because it's so fucking long and detailed but Shen Yuan is actually kind of flattered?
What started as an internet joke to get back at Airplane bro slowly starts to become a weekly thing Shen Yuan does. Junshang becomes his biggest fan, always leaving effusive comments about the beauty of Shen Yuan's choice in hanfu and scenery in his photos.
And without fail, Junshang always attaches a frankly obscene donation to each and every one of his pics. Shen Yuan starts to wonder who his generous mystery donator is. Is he some random old guy with a neck fetish? Is he some rich preteen heiress with too much time on her hands?
Shen Yuan begins to take requests for clothing and scenery choices from top donators and obviously, Junshang always wins that right, even if they have to donate stupid amounts of money to beat out his other fans.
Shen Yuan gets nervous that Junshang will choose something slutty or revealing but his fan always seems to choose something tasteful and elegant that Shen Yuan would have actually chosen for himself. Some fans have actually been hinting at him to do a live cam Q&A.
They want to know their internet troll with the most desirable neckline on the web. Shen Yuan fiddles with the idea and decides that he'll just trial run for now (since he's super shy IRL and can't handle too many people's attention) and just do a 1-on-1 live show.
He decides to auction off his first live show and obviously, Junshang wins by a long margin. Shen Yuan feels a funny feeling in his chest when he sees that Junshang has won his first live show.
He spends hours flipping through all his outfits to choose the one he thinks Junshang will like the most. He finally settles on a black and red number that he knows Junshang adores by the ginormous donation they sent after he posted that pic up.
As the time draws nearer, Shen Yuan gets more and more nervous. His biggest fan has the option of leaving their camera off (because Shen Yuan respects his fan anonymity) but he hopes Junshang turns on their camera so he can finally have a face to the person who writes him such sweet comments. And right on time, the screen lights up and displays the most handsome man Shen Yuan has ever seen. For a second, Shen Yuan is tongue tied. This is his mysterious benefactor? This hot piece of ass?
Holy shit, this is not the type of person Shen Yuan imagined would need to pay stupid amounts of money for his neck pics.
Shaking himself out of it, Shen Yuan smiles and hesitantly asks, "Junshang?"
The man smiles and oh my god, he has dimples.
"Hello, Shen Yuan."
Shen Yuan snaps out of his daze and quickly replies, “H-Hi!”
To his surprise, the man turns shy and looks down bashfully before sneaking a peek up at him like a blushing maiden.
“You’re so much more beautiful in real life, Shen Yuan.”
Oh my God, Shen Yuan can feel the tips of his ears burn. How can a guy that hot be dropping lines like that without killing anyone?
“I-It’s nice to finally put a face to my biggest supporter!” Shen Yuan says.
“Nice to meet you, Junshang!”
“Binghe.”
“What?”
“My name,” the man smiles that cute dimpled smile. “My name is Luo Binghe.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Binghe,” Shen Yuan smiles back helplessly. “So… what questions do you have for me?”
They spend the next hour chatting tirelessly about Shen Yuan’s internet troll onlyfans page (Binghe laughs while Shen Yuan chuckles and defends himself “It seemed like a good idea at the time!”) and about Luo Binghe’s life.
Shen Yuan finds out the Binghe is younger than him (“I should be calling you Yuan Ge!”), loves cooking, and that he’s a university student who stumbled upon his web page in a fit a boredom over studying for his exams.
The hour goes by so quickly that Shen Yuan startles when the timer he set up goes off. He had so much fun talking with Luo Binghe and he is actually a little disappointed that the time is over. Taking a peek at the screen, he notices that Binghe seems to think the same.
“I had a really fun time talking with you, Yuan Ge,” Binghe says. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to meet with you.”
“You too, Binghe,” Shen Yuan replies and finds that he actually means that sincerely.
No one moves to turn off their screen and Shen Yuan hesitantly chews on his own lip, the wheels in his brain turning. This goes against every online meeting rule he’s every known but fuck it.
“Hey, Binghe?” Shen Yuan hesitantly asks. “What city are you located in?”
The man visibly perks up at the question and eagerly tells him. To both of their delight, they actually live in the same city and neighborhood. Binghe is the one who shyly brings up if he would be open to possibly meeting in real life.
“B-But only if Yuan Ge wants to!” Binghe is quick to add, turning bright red, “I completely understand if Yuan Ge doesn’t want to!”
“Of course I want to!” Shen Yuan giggles at the man’s blushing appearance, “We can continue that talk about ideas for my next shoot, if you’re open to it? You had some really great ideas!”
“S-Shen Ge likes my ideas?” Binghe asks wondrously.
“How about coffee at the local café?” Shen Yuan suggests.
The day of the meeting, Shen Yuan is nervous. He’s dressed in ordinary modern day clothes and he knows that he looks so very plain and boring in them. He’s afraid of disappointing his biggest fan and literally the hottest man on Earth.
When he sees Binghe waiting at the café already 15 minutes early, he nearly has to do a double take. Binghe is even more handsome in real life, tall and built like one of those ancient xianxia heroes from those dramas his sister watches.
The entire café seems just as enthralled as Shen Yuan with the man, all the girls sneaking glances at him and whispering to each other. Binghe just seems to look bored and distant but the moment he sees Shen Yuan, his entire face lights up.
“Yuan Ge!” he waves his hand like an overeager puppy. “I saved us a seat!”
“Binghe,” Shen Yuan smiles, all doubts about his own appearance wiped from his mind. “I hope I’m not too late!”
“Yuan Ge is not late at all,” Binghe insists, “I was just too excited and came early.”
They spend an entire afternoon talking again about everything under the sun. Throughout the duration of the conversation, Shen Yuan realizes that he’s starting to actually like his troll onlyfans account. It’s fun and it brought him Binghe.
The afternoon bleeds into the evening and Shen Yuan suggests a local restaurant nearby. Dinner becomes dessert becomes drinks, and before long, it’s late at night and Shen Yuan doesn’t want to leave Binghe.
Binghe offers to drive him home since the local transportation has stopped running which Shen Yuan accepts. The ride is silent but nice in the way that it allows Shen Yuan to percolate his thoughts.
“We’re here, Yuan Ge,” Binghe says as they roll up to his apartment.
“Would you…” Shen Yuan starts then stops again, “Would you maybe want to join in on some of my photos?”
He can see the moment Binghe finally registers his words, face growing so bright it’s like staring into the sun. “I would love nothing more!”
They become one of the highest grossing onlyfans account on the site as supporters become increasingly intrigued by the new addition to their favorite neckline troll’s photos. The speculation runs wild that these two are together.
Shen Yuan smiles at all the comments on his account and neither confirms nor denies these suspicions.
But later he runs another Q and A session, the one free to his fan base and Binghe joins in on the video, sitting side by side with his Yuan Ge while holding his hand and staring amorously at him as he answers the fan’s questions. As the livestream draws to a close, Binghe brings up their joined hands and presses a gentle kiss on Shen Yuan’s knuckles. The Onlyfans site goes down from the influx of traffic.
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LMAOASHAHDBS I DO WRITE BUT I DONT POST IT ANYWHERE🤭🤭
But oml you are so right, if he doesn't like the burn then he's just gonna need to be prepped 24/7 because give no warnings- he's just a hole to you, completely stripped of rank n all
Mayybe hold the barrel of your gun to the back of his head as you plow him, and he'd have no idea if the safety was turned on or not🤨🤨
Have other men hold him up so that you can fuck him in the air, force him to make eye contact too- orrrr or or or, have 2 complete strangers spitroast his dumbass
Force him to wear make-up and watch it run down his face, tell him how pathetic he looks😨
Alr sorry for ranting you just started something within me😭
FIRST OF ALL ANON PLS POST YOUR WRITING SECOND OF ALL JESUS CHRIST?? I COULD KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH FOR THESE HOW DO U KNOW MY KINKS 🔫 BUTGUN KINK listen I already have something cooking like this but imagine having him hump you while pressing the gun against his temple and he doesn’t know if it’s loaded or not but he wants you to press it he’s ever so anxious as you push your finger onto the trigger and once you do push it and nothing really happens he sobs in disappointment but when you look down you’ve seen he’s pissed himself from sheer excitement and he’s continuously grinding his hips while in his piss soaked jeans
but fuck imagine having him holstered up in the air by his soldiers or strangers while you fuck him and record the entire thing shoving the camera in his face while his head is lolling from one soldier’s shoulder to another, eyes rolled back and drool dribbling down his chin or fucking him so dumb he can’t really stop the new pair of hands trailing along his body ….
Or or using the make up to write straight up obscenities onto his skin from whore to slut to cocksleeve being written all over him, taking pics of it and saving it for later for when you need it
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