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itgetsdark-x · 11 months

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gruff dilf joel and younger snarky reader are sent on a mission out of jackson. they have a rough, long day of constant nitpicking and bitching (done worse by a shared horse). the reader is purposefully pressing his buttons because she wants to make him snap on her. they stop for the night at a safe house with one bed and filthy unprotected sex ensues. joel forces her into submission and her cockiness dissipates. super condescending and demeaning joel. breeding kink, pet names, the works 🙏🏼

A/N: what a return for me… pheewwww, this was hot to write ngl. I loved writing Joel as a bit more of an asshole and I just wanna say, I would do anything for snarky, gruff dilf joel… like literally anything. I hope this is okay for you, anon!

Summary: You were a skilled hunter, everyone in Jackson knew that and it often meant that you were sent out with someone just as skilled but not quite as young, Joel Miller.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI! Breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (m & f receiving), degrading talk (depends on how u look at it), implied age gap (not specified), just a lot of smut and swearing tbh

Characters: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 7.6k (lol, I’m sorry!)

Sunlight seeped through the threadbare curtains of your house, the early morning light drowning your soft skin as you slept peacefully. Three loud bangs drew you from your slumber and you let out a groan as you stretched your limbs out, rubbing the remnants of sleep away from your eyes.

“Get your ass up!” You heard the familiar voice shout from outside and you groaned again, shoving your face into your pillow.

“Fuck off.” You yelled, knowing the older male would be able to hear you through your open window.

“Would if I could.” He retorted. “I’m letting myself in through the back. Hurry up, sick of waiting for you.”

You rolled your eyes as you finally sat up in your bed, you heard the male enter your house downstairs and it immediately ignited anger in your bones. You stomped out of bed, grabbing your clothes and begrudgingly dressing yourself.

You gave your appearance a once over in the old mirror that hung pathetically on your walls and sighed at the dark circles under your eyes. After using your bathroom to freshen up, you traipsed down your stairs gruffly and shoved your feet into your worn boots.

“Why are you here at the ass-crack of dawn, Miller?” You hissed, scowling at the male who sat on your old couch, his dirty boots carelessly resting on the coffee table in the middle of your lounge.

“Aren’t you a ray of fuckin’ sunshine this morning.” He huffed. “Got a job to be getting on with, Maria and the guys gave me the instructions that we have to go run off some raiders. There’s a safe house half way that we can stay in tonight. Should be an easy job so long as you listen to me for once and get on with it.”

You groaned, loudly, as you bent down to lace up your boots; your old cargo trousers clung to the curve of your ass and thick, muscular thighs as you did so. Joel stood behind you, he couldn’t help but admire as the old material stretched as you moved.

“Why exactly have I been instructed to work with you?” You shot back, turning to look at the male.

Joel held a hand out as an offer to help you stand, you shot him a sour look, rolled your eyes and stood without a word. Joel clenched his jaw at your defiant behaviour and gently pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Do I look like I know, little girl? Look, I don’t wanna be working with you, just as much as you don’t wanna be working with me. So how about you quit your bitchin’, get the job done and go back to being a sour little brat by yourself.”

“God, I fucking hate you, Joel Miller.” You said harshly, shoving past him and bumping him with your shoulder.

You grabbed your backpack off the floor, it was the one you always used when going on jobs or patrols; it had all your necessities that you kept restocked. You opened your front door, and ushered for Joel to leave your house, he narrowed his eyes at you and walked out. You left behind him and made sure your house was shut up properly before walking down the three steps that lead to your house.

“Where’s the other horse?!” You asked, ludicrously as Joel swung himself onto the large horse.

“Only got allocated one, ‘lotta raiders and people sniffing around Jackson at the moment so they got a lot more patrols going on. Sorry kiddo, either you’re hiking all day or sucking it up and getting on with me.” He shrugged, patting the horse gently.

You sighed deeply to yourself, as if this job or day couldn’t get worse; you had to spend it with Joel Miller on one horse.

You had known Joel for a while now, since your first day in Jackson in fact. Him and Tommy found you stumbling around outside the gates of Jackson, whilst they were out on patrol, they saw you were injured and luckily, the people of Jackson allowed you to take residence within their community.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when this long-standing feud started with the older of the Miller brother’s but it had been going on for sometime. You despised the male, he always acted like he knew what was best when it came to hunting or patrols, whatever he said was the golden way of doing things and it drove you insane. Maybe it was your twisted attraction to the older male that made your stomach twist and settle in deep anger; you hated the way your pulse would race when he was near or the way your eyes would hungrily drink in all the sharp lines of the males features. He was too old to be any good for you, you knew that and maybe, just maybe, that’s why you kept up this pretence of hatred.

Tommy was a stark contrast of his older brother; he had kind eyes and soft features, he actually cared about other people within the community. Joel on the other hand, he just cared about getting the job done and done right first time so he could get back home to Ellie, the kid he had arrived in Jackson with. You didn’t really care to ask how or why but Ellie, for what it seemed, was a cool kid and that you had spoken to a handful of times.

“Your choice but we gotta leave now, it’s a 50 mile ride east to the safe house and I don’t expect it to be an easy one.” Joel stated bluntly.

“Fine. Fucking fine.” You hissed, slinging your backpack onto your back and holding your rifle over your shoulder.

It was a known fact that you were one of the more skilled hunters and fighters in Jackson; you had been fighting for yourself your whole life, you didn’t have anyone to fight for you or to keep you alive so from a very young age, you had to do it yourself with whatever resources you could find. Joel seemed to hate it, he seemed to hate the fact that you were younger than him and seemingly, knew what you were doing.

That’s why you always got paired up together; Joel was skilled but older, you were younger and fitter but still on his skill level at handling your firearms.

You slung yourself onto the horse, holding Joel’s muscular arm for leverage as you steadied yourself on the back of the animal. Your body was pressed tightly to Joel’s, your legs meeting at the front as your torso pressed to his back. He gently kicked the horse and encouraged the animal to move.

You rode in silence through the town and out of the gates of Jackson. You watched your surroundings carefully, keeping an ear out for any nearby movement; you had heard the stories recently of people not making it back from their patrols. The raiders nearby were increasing and they were getting desperate for a fraction of what you all had in Jackson.

The peaceful sounds of nature filled your ears as you rode in silence; just the horses’ hooves on the soft ground and noises of nearby wildlife; birds chirped happily and it almost made you spit out a laugh. Those innocent creatures had no idea of the depressing state that the world lived in now, they couldn’t ever know what loss meant; your mind wandered and you felt the bitter acid of frustration rise in your throat.

“Wanna ease up on your grip?” Joel huffed, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What?” You spat before you realised your hands were gripping tightly at his waist; you eased your grip and kept one hand on him to steady yourself whilst your other hand rested on your thigh. “Sorry.” You mumbled sheepishly.

“What’s causin’ you to have the death-grip on me, anyway? Not normally scared ridin’.” He laughed smugly.

You shrugged, he felt the jolt of your shoulder so he knew what you did without seeing it.

“Natures just… funny.” You laughed sourly. “These birds, chirping away and living their normal lives; they ain’t ever known any different whereas we have, y’know. We’ve all lost something, someone and they don’t know shit. Just makes me angry.”

Your voice trailed off at the end, the images of your parents being taken from you when you were just seven years old played in your head like a worn out cassette. It was painful to constantly think of your mother’s screams as she was torn apart. Or the way your father hid you and told you to remain quiet and that was the last time you saw him.

“Yeah, well, that’s life, kid. It’s shit.” Joel shrugged back.

He never opened up about his loss, about his daughter, he didn’t see the need to. People who were closest to him knew and he remembered the beautiful memories of his daughter, for him, that was enough. He knew the way people whispered about him, he could even see the way some even pointed as he walked by. “There’s Joel Miller, yeah, Tommy’s brother, he’s the one that lost a daughter and turned up with that kid months after Tommy arrived with Maria.”

You didn’t respond to Joel, instead you huffed and went back to taking in your surroundings. You travelled in a, somewhat, comfortable silence for a couple of hours before Joel halted the horse.

“Why are we stopping? We’re in the middle of the Forrest?” You snapped, finger hovering over your trigger as you scoped out the landscape through your weapon’s scope.

“Needa eat, piss and you can take charge on leading the next stretch. Problem with that, little girl?” He snapped right back.

You sighed and reluctantly climbed down off the horse, you took the reins and carefully attached them to a nearby branch so your horse would stay secured whilst you all took a moments rest.

Joel grabbed food out of his pack and chucked a sandwich in your direction, you quickly caught it with one hand and shot the male a cocky smile.

“Gotta be quicker than that, old man.” You smirked.

He rolled his eyes and stretched out his back with a deep groan, he had himself turned away from you as he stretched. You eyes soaked up every inch of the male, from his salt and peppered locks, down to his broad shoulders and down even farther to the subtle curves of his ass and muscular legs. As he stretched a slither of tanned skin was exposed and you mentally cursed yourself for wondering what Joel’s body would feel like under your skilled hands. You couldn’t help as you wondered even further how the male would sound as he came, would it be gruff like his groans as he stretched out his aching limbs or would it sound more tender and soft.

You physically shook your head to rid the mental images that were drowning your mind and you absently took a bite of your food as your eyes still hungrily wandered over Joel’s physique. He turned back to you, catching your eyes and he smirked, knowing full well that he had just caught you checking him out.

“You alright there, darlin’? Lookin’ a bit flustered.” He chuckled, cockiness dripping from his voice.

“Fine. Just thinking about Grayson.” You lied. Grayson was your most recent boyfriend, well, fling. You had both agreed to use each other to scratch the itches that your hands didn’t satisfy anymore; he was fairly well known among Jackson, especially to the women there and you knew Joel hated the younger male.

“Sure.” Joel said, unconvinced but not willing to push the matter any further right now.

An icy silence fell between the two of you once again, you stared at your food and bitterly ate at it. Your eyes trailed up slowly and bored into the older male as he sat down on the ground to eat; your eyes followed the lines of his legs as he sat until they fixated on his bulge. Jackson was small, people talked, women especially talked. Joel wasn’t one to sleep around carelessly but even when the world had ended, everyone has needs and Joel knew how to fulfil them. You knew he had quite the reputation, apparently he had the equipment and he apparently knew exactly how to use it.

You finished your food and threw the wrapper to the side, you stretched your legs out with a delicate groan and leant back onto your arms, taking a moment to relax before you had to be cramped up on the horse again with Joel. Your mind wandered once again as the silence between you both persisted, you wondered how Joel’s rough hands would feel; how they would feel wrapped around your throat as his thick fingers fucked into you. Or how his cock would split you open as he pressed you down roughly to take every inch of him. You swallowed thickly, pushing the thoughts down as you gently squeezed your thighs together, trying anything to curb the throbbing between your legs.

Joel could feel your eyes on him, he could feel the intense stares and he couldn’t help but smirk as he finished up his food; he loved the fact that he could get you all flustered and frustrated by simply just being. It would be a complete lie if Joel hadn’t thought about you in that way but it was a line he hadn’t crossed, mainly because you both couldn’t stop arguing long enough to realise the tension that was thick in the air.

“We should get going.” You said gruffly, your voice shattering the silence abruptly. “Want to get to the safe house to actually sleep properly. Get your ass up, old man.”

“Old man.” Joel tutted, rolling his eyes.

He moaned as he arose from the ground, further cementing your comment on his age. You let out a sharp laugh and shot him a smug look as you slung yourself onto the horse.

“Pass me the reigns.” You said sharply.

“Please?” Joel asked.

“Yeah, thanks. Get on or get left behind.” You muttered.

Joel let out a frustrated sigh and simply passed you the reigns before climbing onto the horse behind you. He shimmed himself into place until he was comfortable, you could feel his thick thighs rub up behind you; you were so close to him now, it felt different than when you were on the back of the horse. You cleared your throat awkwardly and kicked the horse into action.

The soft sounds of the horses hooves in the mud filled your ears as all your brain could focus on was the feel of Joel grinding up behind you with every move of the horse. He kept a hand on your hip for his stability at times when the terrain proved bumpy.

You could feel yourself trying to shift in the saddle, feeling grateful every time you felt the seam of your pants rub against your damp core in just the right way. You bit back frustrated groans and the safe house couldn’t come soon enough, you would wait until Joel would fall into his usual slumber to relieve yourself with your own needy fingers.

The ride was long, excruciatingly so and that was only enhanced further by your own frustrations but Joel assured you that the safe house was just up ahead, only a few more miles. The sun was setting and your surroundings were growing darker by the minute, it was made you nervous but you persevered, not letting any weakness show to the older male.

“What was that?” You muttered, pulling on the horses reigns to halt the animal and you brought your finger up to your lips to hush Joel.

A twig snapped near you and immediately your hand was on your weapon, pulling the pistol from your thigh holster.

“Probably just an animal, keep moving.” Joel barked, annoyed at your paranoia.

“Joel, I’m not a dumb ass, that didn’t sound like an animal.” You snapped back, your voice a harsh whisper.

You sat there, your eyes still scanning the darkening scene as you held your pistol out and aimed.

“Shoulda listened to the little girl, old man.” An unfamiliar voice rang out, a silhouette coming into focus as your finger hovered over your trigger.

“Fuck off, walk away and I won’t shoot your brains out right here.” You spat, pointing the gun in his direction.

The unknown male whistled, the noise echoed throughout and suddenly, four more men came from the shadows; they were all holding various weapons, some with crow bars, some with bats and the leader, with a large knife.

“Oh boys, look at her, such a feisty and pretty little thing.” The male laughed, his voice sent sickening chills down your spine. “Whatcha reckon she’s doing with this old guy? Probably fuckin’ him so he don’t kill her.”

You felt your skin crawl and you shot a look over at Joel, your eyes flickered with panic as they looked back over at the men.

“Let the old man go, take me, I’ll do what you want.” You said quickly, knowing a distraction like that could help.

Joel looked at you ludicrously and as his hand hovered over his knife that was out of sight of the males.

“Whatcha say boys? You reckon we could use the pretty little thing… Depends I guess, how used up are you.” He snarled, the other men with him whistling and laughing as the leader spoke. “Wouldn’t want his,” he shot a look at Joel. “Sloppy seconds, don’t want a used up little whore.”

“I-I’m a virgin!” You lied, lowering your gun and slowly getting off the horse. You threw your gun behind you, away from the men and smiled as sweetly as you could. “I’m fresh, I promise. Not used at all.” You held your hands up in surrender.

The leader closed the space between you, with two large strides and he took a few strands of loose hair so he could twirl them in his fingers. He leant down to close the gap between you further and sniffed deeply. You closed your eyes as you cringed internally.

His fingers gently stroked down your neck and pulled your T-shirt forward so he could peer down your shirt, your stomach flipped with sickness and whilst he was distracted, you landed a hard kick to his groin. He groaned loudly and immediately fell to the floor, you took his knife and without hesitation, plunged it into the side of his neck.

“Fuckin’ crazy bitch.” He spluttered out as the life slowly drained from him.

The other men came lurching forward, immediately springing into action and Joel jumped down from the horse, knife in hand to help fight off the others. One of the men scrambled to pick up your gun, they quickly grabbed it and shot at you as you tried to fight him for it, the bullet missed you but managed to graze your thigh. As the loud bang rang loud in everyone’s ears, Joel was able to injure anotjer enough that the rest all dispersed off into the overgrown trees.

“If I see you again, you’re all fuckin’ dead. Hear me? Dead men fucking walking.” Joel barked as they scampered off, fleeing the scene.

You breathed deeply, holding your thigh as you fell to the floor; the fabric of your pants was ripped where the bullet grazed your skin. The burning was intense and you hissed as you ripped some fabric from your shirt to wrap around your leg.

“Let me.” Joel said, kneeling down to help.

You kicked your leg, pushing the male away from you and you shot him a sour look.

“I’m fucking fine, leave me alone. I’ve got it. Just get us to the safe house.” You hissed again, standing shakily.

You bent down to pick up your gun that had been thrown across the ground and you landed a final kick to the two bodies on the ground before clambering awkwardly onto the horse.

“You’re so stubborn. I’m just trying to help you.” Joel spat, his annoyance evident as he kicked the horse into a fast canter.

“Fuck off, Joel. Just get us there without getting us killed, yeah?”

“What do you think I’m doing?!” He bickered back.

The final stretch of the journey was short, although it felt elongated with the burning in your leg. You arrived at the safe house, looking at the exterior, you should wondered how it could even be classed as a house. It was a sad looking shack, the old and splintered wood of the its exterior looked as if it could give out any second.

“Is there supplies here? Medicines and what not?” You asked as you climbed off the horse, you tied up her reigns and watched as Joel grabbed the bags off the back harness on the horse.

“Should be.” He muttered and led the way, he cautiously opened the building and checked out the surroundings; it was dark now and he quickly flicked on the lantern that was situated inside.

The dull orange glow illuminated the small shack just enough for you to see one old, worse for wear bed in the corner and a small kitchenette area. Joel searched through the cupboards and found bandages and some old disinfectant.

You sat down on the bed with a groan, flexing your leg as you inspected your wound. He tossed the supplies at you and shut up the building, after giving the outside a final inspection of any nearby activity.

You had removed your trousers so you could better dress your dirty wound when Joel walked back in, he was pacing the creaky ground and pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“You were fucking stupid back there, with those guys. Could have got yourself killed.” He finally barked.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t see you with a better plan.” You snapped back, standing after being satisfied with your handy work.

“Watch your tone with me, kid.” He snarled, getting closer to you.

“Yeah? Or what? Whatcha gonna do, Miller?” You asked, squaring up to the older male. “I saved our ass back there and all because you were too chicken shit to do anything yourself. And I’m not a kid, so you watch your tone.” You accused, your slender finger landing some jabs into his shoulder.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.” He bit back as he took your wrist with ease into his large hand and held it roughly.

You winced as he twisted your arm so it was behind yourself now and out of his general area. You took your free hand and shoved the male away from you, he took a couple steps back after stumbling from the force of your shove.

“Fuck off, Joel. You should just be glad I was there to save your sorry, old ass. You wouldn’t have been able to do shit by yourself.” You hissed in agitation and turned your back to the male.

You bent down to rummage through your pack until you found the spare set of pants you carried with yourself; you couldn’t see the way the older male’s eyes were fixated on the curve of your ass in your panties or the way his cock twitched in his own pants.

“Such a brat.” Joel spat. “Such a rude, fuckin’ brat. Someone should teach you some manners.”

You laughed as you stood once more and span to look at the male, your eyes were narrowed and you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Oh yeah? Someone should teach me some manners?” You laughed and the male nodded, his hands balled into tight fists as his sides. “And who’s gonna do that? You? Like to see you try, old man.” You laughed once more, it was a condescending and loud noise, and it only seemed to anger the male more.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Joel smirked, voice cold and smug. “You’d be purring in my lap in no time, little girl. I see the way you stare at me, or the way you were rubbin’ yourself on the saddle earlier. Pathetic little girl. Should be taught some manners on how to behave properly.”

You lurched at the male, unable to control your anger anymore and you landed a loud slap to his face.

“You’re such a cunt!” You cursed loudly, shoving past the male.

He caught your wrist once more in a tight grip and pulled you back until you were stood in front of him again.

“You’re only angry because I’ve called you out.” He said calmly, his voice still oozing with condescension.

You opened your mouth to argue, to protest what he was saying but you didn’t have the chance because just as quick as you went to argue, his lips were pressing to yours in a hot and angry kiss. Joel weaved a hand around your throat and gently squeezed it as he kissed you. Your hands pawed at him eagerly, trying to strip any layers of clothing off of him as quick as you could.

He bit at your bottom lip roughly and you whimpered, almost immediately folding for him. The kiss was filled with all the pining that had surrounded you both for months, even when both of you never realised it; it was angry, hot and full of clashing teeth. It summed the two of you up completely. Still, even now, you were both fighting for dominance to command the exchange.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees.” Joel whispered against your lips, his hand still wrapped around your throat.

You wanted to protest and tell him to fuck off, you wanted to snipe back and tell him to do the same but the words weren’t forming and they soon died in your mouth; instead, you were sinking to your knees to obediently look up at the male. Slowly, he released the hand from around your throat and smirked down at you.

“Well,” he said, raising a brow at you. “You know what to do from here, so fucking do it.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes and you opened your mouth to speak, before a sound could even leave he shot you another look, one that warned you to do other wise and you simply shut up.

You roughly undid his worn trousers, your fingers were trembling slightly and you just prayed that the man above you didn’t notice; you knew you would never live it down. You pulled down the old fabric of his pants and didn’t hesitate to the same with his boxers. His cock sprung upwards, it was hard already and your eyes drank in the curve of his shaft and the way his tip was already leaking a small bead of precum.

You looked up at him with a smirk, it was a smug move and you knew it, clearly he was far more turned on then he cared to admit and that made you feel proud.

“Whatcha waiting for, princess? Need me to spell it out for you?” He asked, holding your chin roughly to maintain eye contact. “Hm? Need me to spell out for you what it is that you need to be doing now? Poor little baby. I’ve heard some good things about this mouth now why don’t you put it to good use for once, rather than your incessant bitchin’.” Joel growled.

“Fuck you. Prick.” You argued weakly before obliging.

Joel still held your chin as he directed your mouth onto his large cock, you opened your mouth wide and slightly stuck out your tongue so his member could slide into the warm crevice with ease. You slowly started to bob your head up and down onto his cock and the male removed the grip from your chin, instead, he wove his thick fingers into your hair; he held on by the roots and tugged roughly to move your head.

“Fuck.” He groaned deeply, his voice sounding, somehow, even gruffer than normal. “That’s it, good girl. Take my cock, I know you can do better than that.”

You couldn’t deny that the way Joel spoke to you drove your crazier than it should have. Your core throbbed at the thought of having the male inside of you and it drove you to bob your head quicker onto his length, eager to earn more praise from him.

“Come on, that’s pathetic, little girl. I know you can do better than that.” He pushed your head down harder causing you to gag around him. Spit collected at the corners of your mouth and started to dribble down your chin has Joel controlled the speed of which your head was moving. “That’s it, god, fuck, wish you could see how pathetic you look right now. Spit dribbling down your chin as you take my cock like a good girl.”

You moaned around the male and fluttered your eyes shut as you concentrated on not choking on your own spit as Joel drove his cock roughly into your mouth until the head was hitting the back of your throat.

Joel roughly pulled your hair until your mouth popped off him, a long string of spittle connected you to his length and he simply looked down at you and barked out a laugh.

“Look at you,” he laughed again and your stomach bubbled with arousal and anger. “Finally being a good girl and listening to me. Maybe that’s what you need all along, isn’t it? Needed to taste my cock and find out what you’d been missing.”

“Asshole.” You hissed after sucking in a deep breath, trying to regain your composure.

“Hmm? Guess I haven’t managed to teach you any manners just yet, that’s alright baby, they’ll come when you do.” He smirked, taking your throat once more in his hands and pulling you up.

Your jaw tensed as you ground your teeth together.

“You seem angry, princess. Tell me, what’s up?” He cooed, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

“You’re such a prick, thinking you know everything all the fuckin’ time, well you don’t. Just ‘cause I sucked your cock doesn’t mean you’re in charge.” You muttered.

“Oh? It doesn’t? So I’m not in charge? So, if I said, oh I dunno… If you behave and do as you’re told, I’ll let you cum as many times as you want but if you don’t well then… No orgasms for you, princess.” He chuckled, slowly trailing his hand down your arm and across your clothed breasts before he stroked the front of your damp panties. “Your move, baby girl.”

You shivered at his touches, his fingers ghosted over your panties and it took everything within yourself to not grab his hand and just rub up against it like a dog in heat.

“Fuck.” You whispered, closing your eyes in despair. “Fine. Fuck.” You whimpered as Joel passed his fingers over your clothed heat again. “Fine! You’re in charge. Fine. Happy?” You yelled in defeat.

Joel laughed and kicked his boots off to the side so his trousers could follow suit. He peeled his jacket off before removing his old t-shirt, there he was, stood before you and completely naked.

Your eyes roamed the expanse of his naked skin and appreciated every inch; for his age, he was fit and not in a sickly way. He was slim but broad in his shoulders, his arms were thick from handling guns and weapons during fights and his cock, you didn’t want to admit it but you needed more of it.

“Take off your clothes and lay on the bed for me, spread your legs and show me that little cunt of yours.” He whispered in your ear before nudging you in that direction.

You nodded albeit a little dumbly and did as your were told; you removed your ripped T-shirt from over your head and pulled off the old sports bra that contained your breasts, they fell from the fabric and Joel bit back a groan as he took in your body. You stepped out of your panties, and tossed them to the side, a thick damp strip staining the gusset of them.

Joel’s hand pumped his cock slowly as he looked at you, his thumb rubbed the precum over his length and he hissed softly at the sensation. Your eyes were fixed on his as you slowly sank onto the bed, the tired springs beneath you creaked softly and you sat back, with your legs spread wide for the male. He could see your arousal from where he was stood, could see your sticky wetness that coated your slit already.

“Touch yourself.” He commanded and you shook your head, your cheeks flushed in minor embarrassment. “Hm? I don’t recall asking. Fuckin’ touch yourself and show me, show me how you make yourself cum when no one is around.”

Your hands stroked over your breasts, your fingers toyed with your nipples and you whimpered as you gently pinched the buds. You allowed one of your hands to travel lower and finally, dip between your wet folds. You gently sunk a finger into your wet heat and moaned, your head fell back as you pumped your finger slowly inside of yourself. After a few seconds, you added another finger and you whined at the feeling of your walls stretching around your own digits. Your head was still lulled back and soft moans fell from your parted lips, Joel stood above you and pumped his cock as he watched on.

“Look at me, I wanna see that pretty little face of yours as you fuck yourself for me.” He groaned.

You lifted your head and almost instantly your eyes met, you were both fixated on one another’s gaze and it made something deep in your stomach twist and bubble. You knew you were close and you sped your fingers up to draw your orgasm closer.

“Gonna cum.” You whispered, your breaths coming out in short and ragged spurts.

“Ask me.” Joel shot back, speeding his hand up. “Ask for my permission like the good little girl I know you can be.”

“Fuck. Can I — can I cum?”

“Can you cum… what?” He asked.

“Please. Please can I cum. Please, Joel. Fuck. Need it so bad, please.” You whimpered pathetically, your hand working hard.

“Mhm, good girl. That’s it. Fuckin’ look at me as you cum, that’s it. I wanna see your face when you cum. Good fuckin’ girl.” He cursed.

Joel’s praises were all you needed to nudge you over the edge and tumble deep into your intense orgasm, your toes curled and thighs shook as you kept your direct eye contact with the male. Explicit curses fell from your lips like flowing stream and you shook heavily as you slowly started to come down.

“Let me taste you.” Joel whispered, dropping to his knees and pulling you closer, he was careful to avoid your bandaged wound as he did so.

He pulled your fingers from your wet heat and sucked them clean, groaning as he tasted your arousal for the first time.

“So sweet. Tastes so sweet. All for me now, hm?” He asked and you replied silently with a nod of your head.

Joel ducked his head down and without a second’s hesitation, he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth; his tongue lapped at the bud roughly and you all but screamed at him. It was intense, your hand flew to his head to grip harshly at his greying hair and it only caused the male to suckle at your bud harder.

“Fuck. Shit. Fucking Christ, Joel.” You whimpered, your thighs trembling as he forced them open.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum with my mouth on your pretty clit.”

You barely had a second to recover from your orgasm, you barely even came down from it and here Joel was, ripping another out of you almost instantly. If it didn’t feel so good, you would have shot him a snarky comment about it.

Your fingers were shaking as they held onto Joel and your hips ground down to meet the males face harder as he elicited your second orgasm from you. Your hole clenched around air and you whimpered at the feeling of being so empty when all you wanted was to feel Joel’s cock inside of you.

He flicked his tongue over your bud once more for good measure as you rode out your orgasm. Your stomach was heaving with the deep breaths you tried to suck in, your legs were shaking and you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle Joel fucking you.

“On your knees, ass up and silence from you, I don’t wanna hear you arguing with me.” Joel muttered before he gently spanked your exposed pussy.

You made a small noise, the slap sending ripples through your body. You nodded and scrambled on your shaking legs to get yourself into the position.

Joel roughly manhandled your ass, he groped at the flesh roughly and spread you before he landed his hand down onto the smooth skin in a bruising spank. You let out of a yelp and tried to scarper away from his hands but instead he brought you back roughly and spanked you again but this time you let out a small moan.

Satisfied with the response, Joel took his length and gently pressed the tip of his cock to your eager, wet hole.

You whimpered and gently pushed your hips backwards, trying to encourage the man to hurry up but it only caused him to withdraw more and tut from behind you. You whined and shoved your face into your arms which were resting on the old mattress.

“Tell me how badly you want it, princess. Tell me how bad you’ve wanted my cock all day.” He groaned, rubbing his fat cock head along your slit, letting it nudge at your clit with every pass.

“Fuck you.” You spat out, not wanting to appease the male further.

“I will if you just tell me, come on, sweetheart. Look at you, your needy hole is all but begging for me. I know you want it, so why don’t you be a good little girl and tell me how badly. Come on.” He cooed.

You groaned and hid your face further into the crook of your arm, no one, not ever, had spoken to you like that during sex or sexual acts and you didn’t want to admit how much it was turning you on. You felt embarrassed at being so exposed to the male behind you and you felt your cheeks burning under his watchful gaze.

“Fuck, Joel. Please.” You whined.

“Please what? Hm? What d’ya want baby? Hm?”

“Joel, I’m not playing. Please. Please fuck me, I’ve wanted it so bad all day, c-couldn’t help but stare at your bulge earlier and imagine what it would feel like in me. Been soaked all day, was gonna wait until you were sleeping so I could rub my pussy and think about it. P-please.” You all but sobbed out, your voice sounded foreign as the words tumbled carelessly from your own lips. “I’m not even joking, if you tease me any more I’ll cum without either of us touching me and that’s just embarrassing for everyone. Please fuck me already, wanna feel your cum dripping out of my hole. Want you to fuck a baby into me.” The last sentence fell from your lips and you immediately wanted to withdraw. “I-I mean, I just. Fuck. Sorry. I’m just really turned on and I didn’t mean—.”

Joel didn’t give any more warning, he bottomed out into you with a deep groan and your fingers gripped at the sorry sheets beneath you both.

“Fuckin’ hell, princess. So tight for me. You want me to fill you up with my seed? Hmm? Wanna see if I can get you pregnant, huh? Bet you’d like that, filthy little slut.” Joel snarled, his hips pushing against your ass hard enough to leave marks.

He was relentless with his pace, his thick cock drilled in and out of your tight hole and you felt drunk, felt drunk on the high of your previous orgasms and felt drunk on the older male’s cock.

You couldn’t help but squirm under Joel, his strong hands held you in place to ensure you didn’t move too much.

“C’mon baby girl, quit your squirmin’ for me… gotta keep nice and still whilst I fuck my cum into you. Gotta make sure it gets nice and deep.” He groaned.

You clenched around the male as he spoke, his words causing your walls to flutter around him and you moaned softly, your head still buried deep into your own arm. Your fingers were still gripping at the sheets for dear life as Joel fucked into you, his own fingers gripped roughly at the soft flesh of your hips.

“J-Joel…” you whimpered weakly. “Please can I cum again? P-please.”

Joel smiled from behind you and released on of his hands so he could intertwine it into your messy hair; he pressed your face into the mattress below you and rolled his hips rhythmically. You whimpered under the pressure of the man and felt yourself fluttering around him, knowing that another orgasm was impending imminently.

“Mhm, wanna feel your pretty little pussy cum on my cock. That’s it, atta girl. Such a good little whore for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well. Mmm, so proud of you, good baby.” He cooed, pulling his cock out to rub up against your clit.

Your legs shook once more, the new sensation against your swollen clit driving you mad. He took his cock and roughly pressed it back into your wet heat and you groaned under him. You slid a hand under your bodies so your fingers could rub eagerly at your own clit, Joel noticed it and pressed your face hard into the rough fabric underneath you.

Your fingers circled your clit and within seconds you were falling apart at the seams, you came around the male and your walls sucked him in deeper as you did so.

His name fell from your lips like a spoken curse as you fell apart, your weak body collapsed as your orgasm ripped every shroud of energy you had left in you. Joel didn’t seem to mind, he more felt a sense of pride that he had this effect on you.

He took both of your hips into his hands once more and sped his hips up, hungrily chasing his own high.

“Such a good little pet for me, so beautiful when you’re fucked out. So obedient for me. Fuck. So good. Should fuck my seed into you so we can see you get all full and round, let everyone know in Jackson who you belong to. Eh? You like that?” Joel mumbled, his words barely stringing a sentence together between his ragged breaths.

You nodded under the male eagerly and moaned weakly. Joel chuckled as he looked at your spent face and you clenched around him once again, that was all he needed and he was tumbling into his own orgasm. Joel bottomed himself out and held himself there, anchoring himself to you by your hips as you felt the first hot spurts of his cum coat your insides. You whined at the sensation of being so full of the male.

“Fuck…” you whispered.

Joel laughed gruffly as he collapsed on top of you, he barely held his weight up as he tried to suck down some deep breaths. After a few seconds, Joel finally built up the courage to collapse onto the sorry mattress next to you. The springs creaked loudly as he did so and you rolled onto your back with a wince, you knew you would be sore tomorrow for more than one reason.

“Fuck!” You repeated, your mind slowly coming to terms with what just happened.

“Not so cocky anymore, are you?” Joel laughed, leaning up on his elbows to peer down at you.

“And yet, you’re still an asshole? Unbelievable.” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“I prefer the term, consistent, darlin’.” He shot back, smugly before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

Joel got off the bed with a groan and quickly threw his clothes back on.

“Take the first sleep, I’ll keep watch. Tomorrow we’ll go find those fuckers from today and make sure they don’t get anywhere near you again.” Joel said, softer this time.

“You take the first sleep, y’always fall asleep on watch anyway. Old man. Can’t imagine how tired you are after fuckin’ that hard.” You teased back.

“For once, just for once could you just listen to me and do as I say?” Joel huffed.

“I just did… dunno if you remember? Your cock was inside of me? Pretty good. That’s all you’re gettin’ from me.”

“Only pretty good? Huh…” Joel mumbled as he watched you dress yourself. “Guess I should give it another go and see if I can improve my score… and your manners since you seem to have forgotten them real quick.”

“Guess you should.” You replied quickly with a smirk.

“Such a bitch.” Joel shook his head with a fond smile this time and quickly closed the distance between you both again.

“Such an asshole.” You laughed and latched your lips onto his with a grin spread across your features.

Maybe working with the older Miller again wouldn’t be the worse thing in the world, not anymore, anyway.

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel x female reader #joel x f!reader

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turcott3 · 5 months

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homesick

trevor zegras and platonic jamie drysdale x fem! reader

warnings?: sad af tbh!, angst, cursing but ofc fluff

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“what?” you spoke into the phone.

“he picked up the phone and they told him he was going to philly in the morning. no warning or anything. completely blindsided.” trevor explains to you.

“i cannot believe that, is he okay?” you ask.

“he’s shocked, we all are.”

“i bet. i’m so sorry trevor.” you say trying to comfort your boyfriend.

“it’s okay, i just wish it wasn’t so sudden.”

“well, tell jamie i wish him the best and that ill miss making breakfast with him every morning.”

“you can call him, that feels too personal don’t wanna invade.” he forces a laugh.

“okay ill call him tomorrow. get back to your friends babe, try to have a good night okay?”

“okay i will, love you y/n.”

“love you trev, bye.”

“bye.” he hangs up. you sat staring off into space. your mind spinning uncontrollably. they just shipped off your boyfriends best friend. scratch that, your best friend, besides trevor of course. you turn on the tv to whatever was on distracting yourself from the thoughts invading your mind, clouding the good day you had. finally, you allow yourself to cry, knowing your last goodbye to jamie was truly your last and that he wouldn’t be returning.

“what the fuck.” you say crying more, wishing someone was around you could talk to. you say for hours lost in your thoughts, watching tv without paying any attention. at this point it was late enough so you took yourself to bed, heart heavy at the thought of having to call jamie in the morning. though falling asleep was easy, waking up was the worst feeling in the world. you picked up your phone quickly, scrolling through your contacts to find jamie’s name, hitting call. the phone only rang twice before he picked up.

“hello?” he says, voice sounding weak.

“hey jimmy, how are you feeling?”

“i’m okay, i’m in philly now. i’m getting ready to head to the rink. i’m a little nervous but i talked to cam and he reassured me.”

“good i’m glad, im gonna miss you so much jamie.”

“i miss you too y/n, gonna miss our early morning breakfast making.” he laughs softly, a bittersweet smile spreading on my face.

“yeah, yeah ill really miss that too. singing ‘unwritten’ will never be the same without you.”

“damn you’re right, listening to that song will never hit like it did when we were making pancakes every morning.”

“i’m gonna miss that so much, well i don’t wanna keep you for too long. call me if you need anything okay? i know this is gonna be tough.”

“i will, thank you y/n.”

“of course, bye jamie.”

“bye.” he says before hanging up. your heart sank at his tone but could sense his hopefullness that they wouldn’t give up on him like anaheim had.

you say on the couch, watching trevor play with a heavy heart. you could practically smell it through the tv. you’d spoken to him briefly but he avoided the topic of jamie, it was still a touchy subject for him. next thing you know, trevor falls, hitting the boards awkwardly.

“fuck.” you say, watching him unable to get up without assistance, your heart breaking all over again. the trainer escorted him to the locker room, the pit in your stomach growing larger.

“please be okay, please be okay.” you say sighing.

“trevor zegras will not return to tonight’s game.” you hear the commentators say, you sigh shutting your eyes, waiting for the phone to ring and almost on queue it begins.

“y/n?”

“trevor are you okay? what’s going on?”

“i don’t know i just fell and i did something and then i couldn’t skate off the ice and i-“

“trevor stop, slow down. take a breath honey. you’re gonna make yourself sick.” you say stopping him.

“i don’t know what to do y/n.”

“do you want me to come to nashville?”

“no no you don’t need to, i think i may just come back to anaheim if i can’t play next game.”

“call me as soon as you know.” you say biting your nails.

“i promise i will, ill call you once they evaluate me.”

“okay, love you trevor.”

“love you too, bye.” he says and you hang up, slamming your phone down on the couch tears instantly spilling from your eyes, your hands instantly covering your face.

“i can’t fucking do this.” you cry, trying to catch your breath as your phone begins to ring, jamie’s name coming into the screen.

“hello?” you say weakly.

“i saw what happened and i wanted to check up on you. how you holding up?”

“i’m a fucking mess jamie.” you say sobbing.

“oh y/n, i’m so sorry. i wish i could be there with you.” he says apologetically.

“it’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay.” you say out loud to yourself.

“do you have any updates?” he asks.

“no he said he would call me after he gets evaluated.” you say sniffling.

“okay, do you want me to stay on the phone until then? i can facetime you, that’s better than nothing.”

“yes, please do.” you say and he presses the facetime button, you picking up immediately.

“sorry i look awful right now,” you say wiping your nose.

“hey no, don’t worry. you’re going through a lot right now.”

you stayed on the phone with jamie for the next two hours, appreciating him spending time on the phone with you instead of getting to know his new city.

“jamie i gotta go. z is calling, i’ll text you with updates.”

“okay, goodnight y/n.”

“goodnight jamie.” you say hanging up and picking up trevor’s call.

“so?” you ask.

“can you pick me up from the airport in the morning?” he asks, your heart sinking into your stomach.

“yes i can.”

“thank you baby, i’m so sorry about all of this.”

“it’s okay. are you okay?”

“i’m not playing, won’t know what’s wrong until i come home and go see team doc.”

“okay okay, what time?” you ask.

“7 am, cali time.”

“jesus thats in,” you look at the time, “11 hours.”

“i’m sorry for the short notice, i didn’t think this would happen.”

“it’s okay no worries at all okay? i’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“okay, i love you.” he says

“i love you too, bye trevor.” you say hanging up. texting jamie about picking him up in the morning. with the early wake up time, you take yourself to bed and crash instantly. the sadness had exhausted you. it seems like just as you went to sleep your alarm was already going off. you groaned at the sound, sliding your shoes on and heading out the door without caring for your appearance. feeling selfish for being this down when it’s not even happening to you. your drive to the airport was smooth, trevor texting you that he’d landed a few minutes ago as you pull into the airport arrival lane, him waiting patiently with his foot in a boot. you stop and get out of the car to hug him, crying instantly.

“hey hey i’m here now, let’s go home okay?” he says holding you tightly. you put his things in the car and drive off, back to your apartment. the car ride was completely silent as you gathered your composure. once you arrive you help him bring his stuff in and help him into bed.

“did you sleep?” you ask laying down next to him.

“no.” he says looking over at you, looking beat down.

“get some sleep baby.” you say pulling yourself to his side, combing your fingers through his hair.

“i can’t sleep y/n,” he said, his voice breaking, “god damnit.” he says breaking down in tears, your hands catching his face as he looked down.

“talk to me trevor, get it out.”

“well for starters, it was my 200th game and i didn’t even make it through the first period and my best friend got traded across the country all within 24 hours. life couldn’t possibly get any worse. this is the lowest i have ever felt.” he explained, getting everything off his chest.

“i know it’s hard honey, i’ve cried about 50 times in the last 24 hours. my heart is broken for you. all i can do is be here for you and listen and i feel like that’s still not even enough.”

“it is enough, it’s just a tough time right now. for both of us it seems.” he giggles, placing a hand around my waist.

“well i love you, i’m here for you baby. don’t hold back anything you’re feeling, not until you’re better. it sucks that jamie is gone but we still have each other! i know that’s not like the greatest but it’s something.”

“you know, you are the best girlfriend ever.” he smiles weakly, pulling you onto his lap and wiping the few tears that left your eyes.

“i just feel terrible about all of this.” you say to him.

“there’s nothing you could’ve done, it’s okay.” he says hugging you to his chest.

“this was not on my 2024 bingo card.” you sniffled, laughing lightly.

“it wasn’t on mine either but here we are.” he says hugging onto me tightly. you stayed on his chest until you felt yourself grow tired, eyes getting heavier by the second. not a word was said as you drifted off to sleep. trevor stayed awake, holding onto you as it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“i love you more than you’ll ever know.” he whispers into your hair, kissing your head sweetly as his hands rubbed your back gently.

when you woke up and rolled off of the boy who was fast asleep, trying not to wake him up. you grabbed your phone off the charger and walked into the kitchen, opening your phone to a missed call from jamie about 20 minutes ago. you click on the notification to call him back and he picks up instantly.

“hello?” he says.

“yes jamie hi, what’s up?”

“do you have a minute?”

“yeah i just got up, are you okay?”

“yeah i think it’s all starting to process now and i’m so emotional. like i just up and left my home with my two best friends. how can i just live like this so suddenly? i made breakfast and it wasn’t even good.” he explains, his voice wavering.

“oh jamie,” you say, “it’s gonna be okay. i promise it will be. they love you.”

“i’m sure ill get used to it soon it’s just such an unexpected change, i don’t know what i’m doing.” he says sending you through all of your emotions at once.

“i understand, even though we aren’t physically there we are always here for you jam. we love you so so much.”

“i love you guys too.”

“i’m also about to make breakfast for the first time without you, i don’t really know how to feel.” you laugh realizing what you had walked into the kitchen to do.

“well i’ll let you go so you can perfect your pancakes as always. bye y/n.”

“bye jam.” you say hanging up the phone and bringing out all the ingredients. you do your typical routine, humming ‘unwritten’, your favorite song. suddenly a wall of emotions hit you and tears begin to fall without warning.

“our breakfast song.” you say to yourself, recalling that you and jamie had sang this together every morning.

“smells good.” trevor says walking out of the room, your back fortunately facing away from him.

“thank you.” you force out, sounding mostly normal.

“pancakes?” he asks.

“yep.” you reply flipping the last one. you plate it and turn around, revealing your red and puffy face to your boyfriend.

“woah,” he says getting up off the bar stool and rounding the counter, “what’s going on?”

“trevor im so tired.” you cry and he wraps you in his arms.

“i know i know.” he says holding you tightly.

“i feel so empty, ive been here for you, for jamie, for everyone and no one has sat and listened to me. im so tired.” you cry even more into his chest.

“i didn’t know you felt that way, im so sorry if you felt like you couldn’t talk to me baby.”

“it’s okay, it’s a rough time for you i didn’t wanna push too hard but i can’t say i wasn’t upset.”

“don’t dismiss your own feelings just because i’m going through something. we’re in this together.” he says pulling away slightly, brushing strands of hair from your face.

“okay.” you say, your sobs finally subsiding.

“i love you.” he says kissing your gently on the forehead.

“i love you too trev.” you say smiling at the gesture, wrapping yourself back in his embrace.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #anaheim ducks #mason mctavish #turcs’ talk #turcs <3 #duck duo

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whorekneecentral · 2 years

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hi there, hope you’re doing well :) recently got obssessed with mark webber (dude screams daddy energy so bad 😩) i was wondering if you could write about the reader being a shy intern at redbull and mark takes a liking to her and lowkey wants to corrupt her because he cant believe that she’s that innocent so after he wins a race she goes to his motorhome to congratulate him and he proceeds to fuck her brains out 😗😗

hi babe! I’m good, how are you?? I saw this come in and it was too good not to write -- also same, I’m in my mark era tbh, that man is daddy.

“Good morning, y/n.” You can smell his cologne before you see him; as if the accent wasn’t a give away.

Turning, you look up to see Mark in front of you. “Good morning, Mark.” You give him a small smile as he peeks at the cup in your hand. “redbull this early? Ever heard of coffee?” He jokes.

You shrug, “I like the taste.” “Of battery acid?” He whispers, “because that’s what it tastes like.” You let out a laugh, your hand covering your mouth just a second after. Mark smiles, he feels like you're always so serious; sure, he’s seen you smile but never a genuine smile or laugh, so it was nice to see peeks of the y/n under the surface.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” He says, taking the glass from you to take a swing of said battery acid. “Yeah, good luck.” You say when he hands you the glass back.

You’re stood there watching him walk off and you can’t help but think what his mouth would feel like on you.

Snap out of it, that’s wrong. You work for the team, he’s their driver; you cannot do that.

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To no one’s surprise, redbull had taken another win.

Another 1-2, Sebastian in P1 and Mark in P2. The crew had their focus on Seb at the moment so no one noticed the Australian slip out the back and towards his motorhome except for you.

Maybe it was the glass of champagne you had or the 3 red bulls you already had that day, maybe a mix of both but you mustered up the courage to go speak to Mark.

You knocked on the door and waited, the rain had been falling on and off all afternoon, stopping just before the end of the race. It picked back up but you didn’t mind, or didn’t care that you were being drenched.

The man opens the door and he looks at you, confused. “What are you doing in the rain?” He asks, grabbing your arm before pulling you inside. “You'll be sick out there, sweetheart.”

The name sends butterflies to your stomach and well... somewhere else.

He wraps a sweater around you, rubbing your arms softly in an attempt of dry you off. You’re stood there looking at him and you haven’t said anything. “What are you doing here?” He asks, breaking the silence.

“I uh- I came to say congratulations.” You say quietly.

He smiles, “thank you sweetheart. Hold on now, I think I have an extra shirt you can wear. It’d be wrong of me to leave you in those wet clothes.”

“You can leave me without anything on.” you mumble and he turns to look at you. “I can?”

Your cheeks are bright red, you don’t know what came over you and you can’t believe he heard you. “Mark I'm sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“No no, don’t apologize,” he says, stepping closer towards you. “You do feel it?” He asks, his finger dragging up your torso and towards your sternum. “Feel what?”

“Can I kiss you?” Mark asks, the question catching you off guard. “I- yeah,” you whisper, nodding. He pulls you to him, hand on your cheek as he kisses you. The two of you shuffled back towards the couch in the motorhome, the man sitting down between pulling you onto his lap.

“Mark, stop-” you pull away and he looks at you. “Is everything okay?” He asks, concerned and wondering if he did something wrong.”

“I just- it’s sorta.. been a while since,” you pause and he gets what you mean. “Okay, yeah. That’s okay. We can stop if you want-” “No!” You answer a little too quick for your liking and he smiles.

“Okay, we’ll take it slow.”

“No,” you shook your head, leaning into him. Your lips brush against his ear. “I want you to ruin me.”

Mark huffs an okay, his eyes studying you like you were the most beautiful thing on this planet. He flips you two over, letting you lay on your back. The two of you shuffling around to get rid of your clothes, Mark in his boxers and you in your underwear.

“I like this,” his finger drags over the lace trim covering your hips. “It matches,” you smile, his eyes flickering up to your bra. “I see that, sweetheart.”

And there’s that stupid nickname again.

Mark doesn’t miss the way your thighs press together. He pushes your legs apart, pulling your panties to the side. There’s another moment of shuffling around before Mark pushes and pulls you by the hips, propping you into your elbows and knees, face buried in the couch.

You can hear him shuffling behind you, a hand smacking your ass pushing you back into the couch when you lift up a bit. Mark gives you no warning, pushing into you.

The sound coming from behind you was nothing if not filthy.

Your cheek pressed to the cushion, Mark listens to you ramble on about needing him, his fingers squeezing hard enough to leave behind marks.

Mark’s hand reaches under you, fingers gently rubbing against your clit. You were sensitive, a little too sensitive and you knew it wouldn't be longer.

“So good for me sweetheart, that’s my girl,” he says and between his words, his cock and his fingers, he pushed you over the edge.

His name falling from your lips, Mark's thrusts sloppy and he follows right behind you.

#this ran long oops #also sorry I got lazy at the end. but send any mark anytime and I promise I will make it up to you!!!#mark webber smut #mark webber #favs <3

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aleksa-sims · 2 months

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RL Story

My mother stayed with us. 😩 I was hoping 🙏🙏 that she would leave today, but..... she wouldn’t be such a pain, if she really left after just one night.

And Nico... he has nothing better to do, than talk to me about our probs early in the morning. I just woke up!! I hardly opened my eyes, he already started to dictate to me. He told me not to go to Dominick’s funeral. I was sick and should stay in bed. And well, he was right, so I’m not gonna be at Dominick’s funeral. Tbh, I wouldn’t have been able to handle this well anyway.... N. & I also talked about something else and... I felt much better after our conversation.

Nico: You’re still mad at me. I get it, but it’s not gonna go on. The stiuation between you & Daniel. I had to talk to him. You told me your version of the story, but I also wanted to hear his opinion, to understand. I think I know why it's so difficult for him to sign the divorce papers. But he’ll explain that to you, as soon as you get better.

Me: What does that mean? I mean... US!

Nico: We both know what we want. We want to stay together and we love our Baby . You don’t want to be with Daniel. You would have stayed with him last week, but you came back home and told me everything. You think you betrayed me. But I see it differently. You backed out at the last moment because... you love me. Even though you were mad at me, you ended up saying no to him.

Me: But I wanted Daniel. And I kissed him.

Nico: Maybe it’s a good thing. At least now you know... what’s important to you.

Me: Your reaction really surprised me... While you’ve changed, I’m still the same insecure person, as I was then. Bcs... I still find it hard to trust you. I mean when you’re abroad for so long. And soon, you'll have to leave anyway.

Nico: You come with me, or I won’t go. I’ll stay home with you.

Me: You didn’t really mean that. And I don’t want you to give up your dream for me.

Nico: You're my dream. If I go abroad without you, then only with the certainty that between us, everything's fine. Or I'll quit soccer.

Nico: Anyway. Rn you should just focus on our Baby and the pregnancy. The doctor told you yesterday. You need to relax! And I think you should tell your Mom that you increased your dose.

Me: You don't understand that. I’m ashamed of it. You have no idea how I feel about it. The truth is, I suspected it. Somehow I knew our baby was suffering. I felt a tremor in my belly, all day yesterday. I knew our Baby was moving, but it was different than usual. And when the doctor confirmed my guess, I just wanted to die.

Nico: It’s not your fault. The main thing, he's fine.

Me: I always think you’ll blame me one day. But I’m also relieved. It’s not easy to talk about it but as it looks, it works quite well with you.

Nico: I will never blame you. You’re trying your best to get him born healthy.

I kissed N. That moment I felt a.... deep connection between him, me and our baby. I was not that afraid anymore. But suddenly my Mom came up to the bedroom. 🤦‍♀️

She totally annoyed me! She was a little stressed out because Nico and I haven’t prepared anything for the baby yet. Besides, I still haven’t divorced Daniel. This has upset her. She was worried.

And why Nico and I had to move out is because his lease was only temporary. We had to decide, whether to extend the contract, or move out. Since his apartment had no nursery, we decided to look for a bigger home. Otherwise, the contract would have been extended for another 2 years. I didn't want that. But if I had known, how long we have waited in the end to move into our new apartment, I would have preferred to stay here. There were delays on the construction site, our apartment was newly built. We had to wait 6 months longer than agreed, until we could move into our new home. Our baby was almost a year old (10 Months) when we could finally move.... Ugh, it’s gonna be... hard for me.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts 4 story #rl story #myrlgameplay #cw addiction #cw pregnancy

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vampsquerade · 2 years

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Hello! Would you ever consider writing a fic about an omega Doc x reader? Or a female ABO operator x reader?

hi anon! i have always wanted to put some of my ABO knowledge on here, and tbh, i might change up my rules once i have enough time again to add in love for the female operators at some point ^-^ but for now, i can most definitely write this omega!Doc for you! just for the time being, and will reference you once i eventually start making fics for the female operators c:

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Omega!Doc x Alpha!Reader: Finding Out

Trigger Warnings: Suspicion, a bit of confrontation, but is mostly fluff

When you first met Gustave back in the early days of the restart of Team Rainbow, you’d always felt that something was…off with him. You didn’t mean to think of it in a bad way, mostly just out of confusion. He didn’t smell the way an alpha or a beta should, and it just made you curious as to why that was. But this curiosity strengthened, at some point, once the two of you started dating. You would find him sometimes nuzzling up to you a lot more, and would just enjoy your scent. Never knowing how to approach the situation, you never really did.

It wasn’t until a certain day where your curiosity beckoned you further into asking, as you had seen him one morning slipping a pill into his mouth. You’d wanted to know what it was, and the one time you asked, he just said it was a vitamin C supplement he regularly took. Not really convinced by this, you just brushed it off, but tried in various ways to try and catch him before he hid the bottle he seemingly got them from. You wondered if he had truly been honest with you, wondering constantly about it. Perhaps he was sick, and didn’t want to worry you?

You were left with too many unanswered questions, and you’d get to the bottom of it one day.

Walking into the infirmary, you made your way to the back where Gustave’s office was and knocked on the door gently. You heard some shuffling from inside before Gustave opened the door, “Ah, hello mon amour. Was there something you needed?” he asked, smiling softly at you. “Just wanted to come check up on you. Finished my workouts with Mike, Aleksandr, and Saif a little early so I’m free for the rest of the day.” you say, smiling back at him. “What caused your workout to end early?” Gustave asked. “Just Mike being a grump, per the usual. Forgot he had a session with the other S.A.S, so he had to leave early because we couldn’t get to our next set.” you explain.

Gustave chuckled, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “Well, that explains it. Why don’t you come inside my office with me, since you don’t have much else to do. You can spend time with me.” he suggested. Nodding, you slip inside his office and wait for him to close the door, sniffing him as you step into his office. He smelled completely different, and your eyes widened.

He smelled…sweet. Not a natural sweet you would usually pick up from nature itself, but a sweet that could have well been created artificially.

Gustave then turned to you, as you sat yourself down with wide eyes, nose still twitching as you sniffed the air. “Oh merde…” he cursed, sighing softly and reaching into his pocket. He tossed a small bottle of pills at you and you looked them over, reading the label. The ingredients list included things that were usually seen in suppressants, and you looked up at him. “Have you been hiding the fact you were an omega from me this whole time?” you ask in a gentle tone, to know you weren’t upset that you were hiding it. “Oui, I have. I just didn’t really know how to tell you. I’d remember hearing you say you had preferred betas, and tried to suppress my scent and…occasional heats.” Gustave said.

You raised a brow and handed Gustave back his suppressants, crossing your arms, “From who exactly did you hear this from?” you ask. “James and Liu Tze.” he said nonchalantly. “They lied to you. I had told them I had no preference, and would be fine dating betas AND omegas.” you say. “I had a feeling…I honestly just wanted to fit into your type.” Gustave said, running his fingers through his already slicked back hair. “Aw, Gustave,” you say, standing up and giving him a hug, “you don’t need to try and change yourself to fit my type. You’ve always caught my eye.”

Gustave relaxed a bit and hugged you back, sniffing your neck and sighing. “Thank you, I’m glad I can be my real self with you…” he said softly. “You’ve always been able to. And I’m sorry I constantly pestered you about it, I was just really curious as to why your scent was a bit unnatural.” you apologize. “It’s no worry, I just didn’t really know how to tell you. I honestly think I was just afraid of your judgement and didn’t know how to put my words together.” Gustave reassured, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled and kissed him before pulling away and nuzzling into his neck. “You smell so sweet…like a nice bakery. I don’t know why you tried to hide this from me. Makes me wanna eat you up.” you tease playfully, laughing softly once you pulled away and saw his expression.

Gustave was obviously shocked, as you had also never really proposed the idea of sex with him. But now that he felt more comfortable since telling you, he was actually pretty excited to try it with you. “Well, you’re free to eat me up whenever you want. Just make sure you’re gentle with me.” he said, giving you a wink. You kissed his cheek and ran your fingers through his hair, “Thank you for your permission. You’re always free to do the same with me, when you’re more comfortable. Don’t rush, alright?” you reassure. Gustave nodded, kissing your cheek, “Alright. Now let’s spend some time here before we get back to the barracks. I’ve still a bit of work, and hopefully you could help.” he said. You nodded and sat back down in one of the seats he had, and the two of you finished his work up together.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s doc #gustave kateb #doc x reader #fluff #fluff fic #r6s GIGN

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jayrxds · 8 months

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it is bad? that i still miss him. i loved him very much and so deeply/dearly, i don’t hate him and i will never hate him, this has to be my roman empire, i can’t seem to love someone that hard again, i don’t sleep in the place that he slept in. my bed just feels so cold. i got used to it after a while but some days i find my myself wondering if we think about each other at the time, i’m thankful that i got to love him, happy that we shared memories together. get nervous when i see a car that he drove around with, sometimes i get scared that one day we care going to see each other at a red light and just look away. i’m yearing, i didn’t waste my time but the im here waiting in my cold bedroom floor whenever he is ready to talk. i was told to move on but my mind said otherwise i just want to apologize, he carved his initials permanently into my soul and i will carry that with me, the sun used to not burn me but it’s does now it reminded me of you when the sunlight hits my face in the early morning, tbh falling for him was the best time of my life but we were both hurting, another life time right?. the way he touched my soul meant something to me but what did i mean to him?. he meant to lot to me but i really don’t know him anymore. i realize how much less i think of him but yet i feel sick. something in me changed but i can’t find the key to let myself into that comfortable change. making me not want to love again i told myself if this doesn’t work out i won’t date and i haven’t since i felt so seated and ready to be more with him but it didn’t happen. eventually i won’t think of him and eventually it will be as if nothing ever happened. i just can’t fully let go for some reason a part of me is hanging on to a thin line of fishing string , i just need to find peace again.there was a time that all i talked about was about you i was so inlove but it hurts now. there will be a knot in my stomach and a tight feeling in my throat. a part of me wishes we could have something together still. its awful to say that but i miss you still. i want to forgive you and heal but its so hard, knowing i didnt deserve it but still wanting anything from you. any sort of affection from you; touch, words, the way you looked at me. the way it felt with you. the damage you left me with seems like i will never be able to move on from it because the moment i start to remember anything to reflect on it like my therapist taught me is so painful. i just wish you were here still. i wish you were mine still. but i guess this is part of what moving on is, right? to miss you?

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straycatboogie · 1 year

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2023/03/09 English

BGM: Johnny Cash - Hurt

Today I worked early. I'm worrying that my friends said they were sick on the LINE group I belong to. TBH I am also feeling sick. Probably it's because of the spring season. As you know, spring season sometimes let you down. Today, during the work, I couldn't concentrate to do that. But I have to do what the office gave me to do. I just move my body, not caring if my mind said something wrong. I thought about Nirvana. They sing "All in all is all we are". This phrase embraced me. As you know, Nirvana sings a lot of chaos and corruption (almost all of their songs are miserable). But they certainly make me embrace. At lunchtime, I listened to their "Unplugged". Their playing eased me. I even say that they exactly "save" my life.

How long I should live this life? I have struggled with poverty from the time I started working. Even now, if I go to buy a bottle of coffee at a convenience store, and if I buy a lunchbox at lunchtime, I can spend for nothing anymore. The facility manager says "how about saving money for not buying other things if you can't stop buying as your lunch?". Indeed, I also think about that. But I can't stop buying coffee at the morning time. I can't save my money by myself, or I have to say that all of the ideas I can think off are already done by myself. Of course, I can eat some instant meals as "cup ramens". But if I do so, I can't endure during the work because it sometimes ends by 10 pm. Oh my... especially, the price of things is getting high and I have to pay the payment of group home more. I can't find any money in my wallet. And I can't earn by another business. That's just a dream tale.

But I am always saying to me one thing. That is that I shouldn't go mad even if the situation is terrible. Indeed, I am just a human being so I almost go mad if the situation is irrational. But, once I even went mad to the other people, but the situation went wrong and I gained nothing by that. Probably, I am really poor at getting angry. Just I spend my energy in vain. Since I noticed this fact, I have been trying to keep calm and do what I can do at any situations. Ah, I once was involved by various troubles on the internet, and I even lost myself many times. Yes, I am easily moved by those things, so I say to myself just to stay calm more. Borrowing other people's wisdom, I want to find the best way I can do.

This evening, I attended an online meeting with my friends on ZOOM. Today I did a presentation about "Aphorism". Talking that, I got worried that "is it too abstract?". But, the more I talked about that theme, the more other members showed their interests so it went as a successful one. I don't want to do too serious "lecture", so I introduced various funny aphorism as Egashira 2:50's "I choose making a legend, not doing one cool regular" and Sanma Akashiya's "Being alive is just gaining" (both people are Japanese famous comedians). That seemed to work well at last. Of course, I was supported by their "enjoy the meeting" attitude, so I felt thankful for that. And I can see that the LINE group we made by the English conversation class is getting crowded, so I exactly am getting more friends. I am never alone.

#diary #journal #english #tumblr diary

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commander-gloryforge · 2 years

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😭 ☀️ 🌏 for astrid :3

YUPPIEE THANKS! might be answered a bit nonsensical/chaotically because im a bit tired but HEEERE WE GO my daily dose of astrid thoughts! i love sharing astrid thoughts!!!

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Astrid doesn’t cry easily at all, in fact, it’s incredibly rare for her to cry even when let’s say someone dies. She’s lost people dear to her very early on in life and even when her fathers died, she didn’t cry, because she didn’t understand death when it happened the first time a father was taken from her, and she already had experienced it once before and was “used to it” so to say when her other dad died. She also tends to hide grief through anger and aggression, like when Forgal died. She did tear up, but it wasn’t really crying in that sense i guess.

She doesn’t cry of happiness either, nor does physical pain make her cry, and right now I can’t think of an instance that made her cry truly.. However, she and her character development are still stuck in LW1, and things might change later on… especially with the happenings of HoT. I’m not too sure yet but I can see how certain events there could break her for good.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

honestly ?? i don’t think astrid has a normal sleep schedule so morning is just another random time of day like any other?? she doesn’t sleep when “it’s time to sleep” but rather when she feels the need to sleep. day and night mean nothing to her. oh i haven’t slept for 30 hours because i wasn’t tired but i guess i am now. so i’ll sleep. [and it’s 3pm or something] oh there’s a big battle coming soon and i need to be rested. for how long? 7 hours i guess. so i’ll sleep now and wake up in 7 hours. time doesn’t matter.

it’s probably always been like this and it’ll only get worse once we hit HoT where there are important things happening at night so Astrid will simply rest once she believes that it is safe for her to rest. Everything’s fine in the camp as soon as the sun goes up? She’ll sleep then. There are still dangers? She can stay up a few more hours then. I think one of her OP Traits is that she isn’t as affected by sleep deprivation. Of course she can (and will) suffer from exhaustion but generally it’s not much of a problem for her to stay up over long periods of time.

To answer the question: “morning” doesn’t exist. and when she wakes up, she does whatever needs to be done. and if there’s nothing to be done she’ll just go to sleep again 👍

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

for this one i have to think a bit which isn’t my specialty tbh. i think. hm. i think right now, Astrid hasn’t had the opportunity to give up someone, or give up the world for someone. i think right now, people only gave up themselves for her. and i think if you asked her this question, she’d say that she would always act for the greater good and to preserve the world instead of saving someone close to her. but is that so true…? i don’t know yet.

again, her character is kind of stuck in LW1 still and though i have ideas on how to develop her in the future, it hasn’t really.., happened yet? there are times where she will be giving up someone she loves for the world, but the other way around? well, she probably will be sick of losing someone she loves one day. not sure when that day will come but it’s kind of inevitable.

im not gonna proofread any of this sorry if nothings making sense i’m just saying shit atp because if i think about it too long i’ll forget to post it again and then there are 100 unanswered asks again 😭

#i forgot to tag this wait #astrid gloryforge #dio answers

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 3 years

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The Gang Finds A Backroom Baby

Here we have my fic for the @sandersidesbigbang !

Thank you to my lovely beta reader @threecrowsinatrenchcoat for their help (and for their comments which were hilarious and an absolute mood)!

I’ll be updating with additional links as I have them! I hope you all enjoy!

Walmart AU: (almost) everyone works at walmart and they’re all gay and stupid.

Word Count: 10K ~

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, Logicality, Dukeceit, and Remile (mentioned)

Content Warnings: Remus being Remus, swearing, mentions of dermatillomania, implied and outright child abandonment and neglect, there’s probably innuendos in here too tbh, brief spider mention

Summary: When the gang finds an abandoned baby in the backrooms, they are given the task of taking care of it until the proper authorities can arrive. Despite initial trepidation and anxieties, saying goodbye proves to be much harder than everyone anticipated...

The wind and hail came pouring down as Patton and Remus turned up to work that morning, both nursing their freezing hands and drying their soaked hair as they headed towards the employees area of the backrooms. Remus all the while was animatedly regaling Patton with a story from his college days that had the latter contemplating requesting for Logan to schedule the former in for a psychological evaluation.

“So I’m just sitting there, shirt off, fuckin’ barbecue sauce on my ti- the fuck is that?!”, Remus queried, nudging Patton in the ribs.

The shorter man yelped and nudged him right back, “Remus! Don’t do that! Your elbows are so pointy-!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got sick knife ‘bos, whatever! Look!”

Patton followed Remus’ pointed finger towards a box placed rather haphazardly in front of the back rooms' fire escape doors. It didn’t match any of the other boxes, missing the store’s logo and bearing corners that were worn and crushed. Damp patches and ripped seams implied it might’ve been moved inside sometime in the very early morning when the weather had begun to get violent.

The thing looked like it’d been through some real shit, and Remus was more than ready to investigate.

Patton was a little more hesitant despite the allure of the mystery box, “Shouldn’t we wait for Logan and the others? What if it’s something dangerous?”

“Good, might spice shit up around here!”, Remus cackled, kneeling down to excitedly give the box an experimental poke. Nothing.

Patton joined him, ready with his phone poised to call 911 if it was indeed something dangerous. Like a rabid raccoon. Or a tiny crocodile. Or … god forbid… a spider's nest. The thought alone made Patton shudder down to his core. He literally shuddered when Remus ripped open the top of the box, only for his eyes to widen and his smirk to drop into a startled O shape.

Pat peered into the box and…. Oh.

Virgil, Janus, and Logan all managed to get inside the store before the weather outside soaked them to the bone. Whoever had pissed off the almighty Thor was surely about to receive a hefty complaint from Virgil in the form of a shiny new black eye if Janus was reading his downright infuriated body language correctly.

“I can’t believe we have to fucking work today,”, Virgil groaned and ran his hands down his face, probably praying his make up was as waterproof as advertised, “You’d think rampant capitalism would take one fucking day off.”

Janus rolled his eyes. He swiped at the water droplets lining his wide brimmed black hat while lamenting the inevitable dampness he’d be sure to feel later. He fished his beanie out of his long coat’s pocket, musing flatly, “As long as consumers are willing to brave this weather, the higher ups will send us out here to suffer. You know this as well as I do, it was the first bullet point covered in employee orientation.”

Unimpressed but visibly unable to entirely disagree with Janus’ sarcasm, Logan simply closed his umbrella and shook off the water and hail stones, “Be that as it may, let’s just hope this shift goes by smoothly. And preferably with little to no customers.”.

The darker gentlemen at Logan’s side gave a harmonious grumble of agreement when they were interrupted by frantic footsteps quickly gaining on them. Janus recognised the squeaks and heavy clunking of Remus’ favourite thick black combat boots, confirming it was him as a rubbery skid and clatter was followed by a rather colourful expletive.

“Oh Lord give me strength...”, Logan groaned as he, Janus, and Virgil watched Remus try to hop the checkout to reach them instead of taking the extra ten seconds to go around it.

“Remus, what on Earth-?!”

“A BABY!!”, he wildly squawked, his expression halfway between excitement and bewilderment as he flopped over the checkout and face planted the tile floor.

“A what?!”. Virgil narrowed his eyes, Janus helping Remus to his feet while Logan was still in the phase of working out what the hell Remus had just said, “The fuck do you mean ‘a baby’?!....... Have you been feeding the fucking raccoons out back again, I swear to god-”

Once Remus was helped up, he gestured to the backroom so quickly he nearly took out Janus’ eye, interrupting Virgil in the process, “NO, I MEAN IT’S A FUCKIN’ BABY, VIRGE!!”. Remus grabbed Janus’ arm and began hauling him towards the backroom while Virgil and Logan were left to follow them, “This is so fucked up, holy shit-!!”

Remus kept babbling as they went, but Janus couldn’t make out a word of it; his brain was still trying to catch up to his reality. They were just past the door to the backroom when Janus’ brain finally let what Remus had been yelling about sink fully in.

“WAIT WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN “A BABY”-?!”

His echoing exclamation was cut off as a tiny wail resounded and Janus broke eye contact with Remus to search for the source; Patton, stood there with a crying honest-to-god human baby in his arms. In the moment, you could’ve bowled Janus over with a leaf.

“.... Holy fucking shit, it’s an actual baby.”, was all he could utter in disbelief. He looked frantically between both Remus and Patton just as Virgil and Logan caught up.

“Why is there a baby, what the emphatic FUCK, Remus?!”

Remus shrugged, “Fuck if I know-!”

Patton shushed them both as he tried to calm down the child in his arms, “Language!”

Remus rolled his eyes at him. Virgil seemed utterly lost for words, and while Logan was much in the same boat, he stepped forward to approach Patton and the child. From a cursory glance, it couldn’t have been more than a year old, clad in an oversized child’s onesie that was in good need of a proper cleaning. Thankfully, it’d stopped crying, simply whimpering instead while Patton tried his best to keep it warm and settled in his arms.

“Where did you find it?”, Logan finally managed to ask.

Patton gestured with a nod of his head to the cardboard box still laying at the exit door, “Inside the box, poor lil thing... There wasn’t much else, just a blanket really. Oh, and a note but it’s too soggy for me to read the ink.”

He handed the child to Logan who stiffened immediately, awkward and obviously having never been handed a baby before in his life. Or perhaps he was just worried he’d somehow manage to drop it. Either way, Patton made sure to be quick in picking up the soaked note and handed it to Virgil before taking the baby back.

Wincing at the cold dampness of the paper, Virgil began deciphering the writing, scrutinising whatever was left among bleeding black smudges and gross clumps of dirt.

“I think it just says “please take good care of her”? I can’t make out anything else...”

Janus couldn’t mask the twitch of rage that crossed his features. Leaving a baby out in the cold and hoping - or presuming - strangers just might be kind enough to take it in... that was a cruelty he was far too familiar with. He hadn’t realised he was so tense until Remus’ hand gently wrapped his own in a firm, comforting grasp. Janus reciprocated it with a soft squeeze, letting the fluttering feeling in his chest kick the unpleasant emotions out of their footholds.

“So, what do we do now?”, Janus exhaled, leaving the question open despite all five of them knowing Logan would be the one to make the final call.

With a sigh, Logan crossed his arms, “We will obviously need to inform the authorities, most likely the police considering this is a far too obvious and unfortunate case of child abandonment. After that, we really can only hope for the best; that she will be given to a family who will care for her.”

The atmosphere in the backroom still felt heavy and unpleasant in spite of their mutual agreement. Thankfully, Patton Morales-Hart was not about to let the day start off so spectacularly gloomily. He gave a bright smile, doing his best as always to find the bright side, “Well! It’s a good thing we found this lil ray of sunshine! Now she can find a happy home, and until then we get to keep her safe and warm!”.

He held the baby in front of him adoringly and gave her that winning smile, “Isn’t that right, kiddo? Yeah! We’re gonna keep you company all day ‘til we can find you a new mommy or daddy! Or two, or three-!”.

To no one’s surprise, the infant let out a gurgle of delight, instantly grabbing for Patton’s glasses. Janus could feel the weight of the situation lighten unanimously; Patton’s upbeat attitude was infectious, though Logan somehow managed to coax himself back into his usual stoic headspace.

“That was far more fanciful than required, but I do agree; the least we can do for the child is keep her safe until the proper authorities arrive.”, he gave Patton an affectionate but firm glance, “Be that as it may, we ought not get too attached. Lest some of us have trouble saying goodbye once she’s taken into protective care.”

Patton frowned, but it was obvious Logan was just trying to prevent what was likely inevitable heartbreak, especially on Patton’s end. A sentiment the fatherly man seemed to come to a sad understanding of, “Boo, you’re no fuuuun...”

Logan rolled his eyes, and if Janus wasn’t such a perceptive person, he may have missed the sparkle of infatuation in Logan’s eyes. He made a note to tease Logan about it later when Virgil piped up, “So, who’s making the call then? You can count me out, obviously.”

Remus flicked the back of Virgil’s hoodie, “Duh, we all know Logan’s gonna do it. It’s pretty much his job.”

Logan bristled a little, but he seemed to shrug it off, “I suppose I must. For the time being, please see to it that the child is given the utmost care and attention.”.

He turned to Patton, speaking quietly so as not to be overheard, however Janus was never one to miss a chance to listen in.

“If you require anything from the parenting supplies aisle, I will cover the necessary costs. Just please be considerate, alright Pat?”

Patton’s cheeks flushed a little at Logan’s rare informality. He gave Logan a tenderly genuine smile that was sure to set the latter’s heart racing, “Thanks, Logan. I can cover it myself, y’know...”

Logan shook his head, sporting a fond smile, “I’m your manager, it’s my responsibility to see that this matter is dealt with properly by the most responsible of staff-”

“Are you two gonna get a room or what?”, Remus interrupted and Janus could see Logan had to bite back the urge to smack him upside the head. Instead, he cleared his throat, “Don’t be crass. I’ll be making the call now, so please see to it that our temporary charge is kept safe.”

“Jan, can you pass me that Cream of Corn next to you?”

Janus nodded, picking up the baby food jar and handing it to Patton who gratefully popped the lid off. The baby sat strapped into a baby carrier Patton had picked out from the motherhood supplies while he scooped out a small spoonful of the paste. With a classic ‘here comes the choo choo train’ and a couple of crude train noises, Janus watched the infant gleefully gulp down her breakfast.

“I’ll never understand how babies can stomach that crap.”

Virgil wrinkled his nose as he sized up the jar from behind the café’s counter, “It’s like mulched wet garbage.”

Janus deadpanned back at him, leaning on his chair with his feet on the cafe’s table, “And you would know exactly how that tastes because...?”

Virgil glared at him. He came out from behind the cafe’s counter and swiped Janus’ feet off the table, pointedly ignoring the question, “Shut up, and keep your shoes off the furniture. My tables aren’t a goddamn footstool.”

Janus glared at the server, only stopping when Patton gave him a stern, fatherly warning glance. He sighed and sat back in his chair properly, letting the silence lapse as Patton went back to cooing and feeding the baby. Thankfully, the store was still empty of any customers and the hail storm seemed to be going strong so Janus gladly accepted the prolonged break for as long as he could.

A soft hiss of steam caught his attention as Virgil cleaned the coffee machine. Despite how often the two butt heads, Janus felt a little better noting that Virgil looked far less tense than he had been earlier. Of course, about the only way you’d get him to admit that he gave one iota of a damn about said barista would be upon pain of death. And even then, Janus preferred to take his chances with the reaper.

“Oh.”, Patton gasped quietly, interrupting his happy babbling at the content infant, “I just realised, the little angel doesn’t even have a name.”

He didn’t need to clarify. Virgil and Janus shared a conflicted glance; they both knew naming her would be a mistake. Logan had warned them not to get attached, and for a good reason, but Patton was giving them both the most pitiful Patented Patton Puppy Dog Eyes…

“.... Well, it can’t hurt to give her a name if it’s just to make our lives a little easier.”

Janus tried, and failed, to sound disinterested. Patton’s expression lit up and even Virgil couldn’t help but smile along, “Sounds good to me. How about we go with Sally?”

“Absolutely not,”, Janus scoffed at the emo, while reaching over to softly boop the child’s nose and earning him a delighted gurgle, “She’s not some ragdoll, she’s a classy little lady. Marceline is much better.”

Patton frowned, “That sounds so old fashioned though! I was thinking maybe we could call her Lucy-!”

Virgil and Janus both wrinkled their noses at that, “Absolutely not-!”

“Goodness, Dr Buzzkill and Mister Snyde agreeing for once? I believe I may be witnessing a miracle.”

The trio let out a startled noise, so wrapped up in their squabbles that none of them had heard Roman approaching. His shimmering golden umbrella was sopping wet, as was the burgundy leather jacket and red hoodie underneath that replaced his usual letterman and t-shirt combo.

In the single least subtle way, Virgil’s eyes roamed over Roman’s change in attire; if the dusting of rose pink settling along his cheeks coupled with the way his eyes dilated near instantly were anything to go buy, safe to say Roman had well and truly activated Virgil’s Fight or Flirt Response with the win enthusiastically going to Flirt.

Once Virgil apparently remembered English was a language he could indeed communicate in, albeit perhaps not well at the moment, he managed to get out, “Oh shut up- Wait, why are you even here?! You and Emile don’t bring the kids around this early ever-”

“Roman!”, Patton interrupted, his mortified expression a contrast to his earlier smiles and sunshine, “Did you bring those adorable lil kiddos all the way here, this early in the morning, during a hail storm!?”

Roman immediately threw his hands up in defense, “Come now, Padre! I would NEVER do that! Besides, I’m not due to take care of my tiny army of rambunctious hellions until about four-”.

He stopped and stared at the tiny baby girl gazing at him from the baby carrier on the table. He pointed to said baby girl who immediately grabbed his finger. Not that Roman was all too worried about that.

“What the heckity heck, how long has this been here?!”

Patton sighed, not so much at Roman, moreso at the situation, “Since we found her in a lil cardboard box cradle in the backroom, poor thing. Logan’s making calls right now so we’ve gotta look after her til then.”

Virgil leant his head on his right palm while he rolled the dish towel in his left hand idly, “Considering we can’t even decide on a name right now, I’d say we’re doing just peachy in the parenting department.”

Patton winced, glancing hopefully at Roman, “Well, maybe you can help, Roman? You’re way more creative than all three of us combined!”

The trio turned to face Roman who looked more than a little put on the spot. He nervously ran a hand through his wet hair, clearly about to speak up when Virgil cut in, “Pat, it's not fair to dump this on him! How would you like it if-!”

“It’s alright, Penny Dread-Filled, I really don’t mind naming this radiant little princess!”, Roman assured him, his previous unease disappearing. And so sue him, if Virgil melted a little at the soft smile Roman shot him? That's his business.

With both care and attention, Roman gently lifted the child from the baby carrier and gave her a comically over-acted look of befuddlement, clearly trying -and succeeding - to make her laugh while he thought things over.

“Hmm, did you all have suggestions?”, he finally asked, giving a bright smile as the as-yet-unnamed baby girl began gleefully patting his face with her tiny hands.

“I wanted to call her Sally,'' Virgil shrugged.

“I liked Lucy!”, Patton added excitedly.

“I prefer the far more elegant Marceline.”, came Janus’ smarmy reply.

Roman hummed, letting the child sit in the crook of his arm while he adjusted her little bib that Patton had picked out. Neither Pat nor Janus missed the way Virgil seemed mesmerised by how gentle and natural Roman looked with the child in his arms.

The moment of soothing calm was utterly shattered by Roman’s declaration, “Yes, I’ve decided. Those names? They’re … all terrible, frankly. I love each of you dearly but seriously..”

The trio let out a groan of united frustration. Janus inhaled sharply, annoyedly drumming his fingers on the cafe table, “Well, what would you name her then? Given you’re to be our naming expert.”

Roman huffed but gladly gave his input, “Simple. I believe this tiny maiden of the Oh-So-Pointy-Baby-Nails,”, he began, still smiling even as he un-clawed his chin from her little hands, “should be called Alice.”

Surprisingly, it did give all three pause. Long enough for Roman to continue, “Clearly we want something classic, slightly vintage, and a little gothic, correct?”

From his expression, Virgil hoped he wasn’t imagining the wink Roman shot him at the last remark. The way Patton and Janus fixed the two with a knowing grin must have reassured him it was very much not imaginary because suddenly the dish towel on the counter was the most interesting sight for miles.

“Besides”, Roman continued, “She’s just as curious as the wonderfully bizarre Alice who braved wonderland! …. IF the way she’s trying to climb into my jacket is any indication. Might one of you lend me a hand actually-?”

Patton carefully took the baby- Alice, back from Roman, making sure to get her settled in the carrier despite her tiny noises of protest at losing her climbing tree. To keep her placated, Roman stayed and sat at the table, cooing and fawning over Alice like she was his own child.

Had Virgil not known Roman for as long as he had, he may have believed it.

She had tanned skin and rounded upper cheeks similar to Roman’s. Her hair was still thin and barely present, but the shade looked roughly the same if a little darker, and the way she scrunched her tiny face up in laughter was so adorably Roman, it was uncanny. Of course, she wasn’t exactly a coincidental exact copy of Roman; her eyes were a similar green that matched Virgil’s left eye and her nose was similar to his too…

In any other situation, she’d pass for our daughter-

Once Virgil could flusteredly dislodge the gay clogging his throat, he managed to pose the question to Roman, “So, what are you actually doing here, Princey? It’s storming outside and you said it yourself, you wouldn’t have to be here til four so...”

Roman looked back up at Virgil from his game of making funny faces at Alice only to send Virgil a delightful smirk that he would most certainly not be thinking about for the rest of the day, no siree, “Oh, I woke up early thanks to the endless assault of the hail on my window. And I thought that, since I cannot sleep, perhaps I ought to check in on my favourite barista while the roads weren’t so treacherous.”

In spite of how much his heart was trying to burst out of his ribcage and beg Roman to elope with it, Virgil covered his gay crisis with a snort and a sardonic retort, “Didn’t know you felt so strongly about Remy.”

Virgil wondered if he was hallucinating the way Roman’s smirk faltered.

“Come now, Misery Bitchness, you and I both know I wasn’t referring to Captain Caffeine Addiction next door.”

Damn him. Damn Roman being so goddamn charming. Virgil feigned deep thought with a hum.

“Hmm, nope, can’t say I have a single clue who that barista of yours is then, sorry.”

Virgil added jokingly, “But hey, he’s probably pretty good at taking care of himself. No need for any stupidly charming princes to come to the rescue.”

Roman rolled his eyes in slight annyoance, but levelled the darker man with another smirk that Virgil was 100% certain could murder him in the night and he’d be absolutely fine with it, “Oh, really? So this same barista wouldn’t want a dashing, handsome prince to come rescue him every once and a while-?”

“I hate to interrupt this absolutely nauseating display of flirtation, but I need to have a word with these two.”

Virgil and Roman both nearly leapt out of their skin as Logan stood behind the latter, gesturing to both Patton and Janus. Patton was about to protest, clearly invested in the banter between his obviously pining friends, but Janus got there first, “Oh no, such a shame, I was having so much fun watching Beauty and the Beast try to so spectacularly hide their obvious sexual tension.”

Janus didn’t need to look at Virgil to know he was flustered and bristling like a feral alley cat.

Good, serves he and Roman right for being so sickly sweet this early in the morning. He let Patton hand the carrier holding little Alice to Roman as the three of them left him and Virgil to awkwardly make small talk.

By the time the trio had reached the backrooms, Remus was already waiting for them. By which that meant he was clipping all of Logan’s paper clips together in a chain. Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply, “Unclip them. Now.”

Remus huffed, “I JUST finished-”

“NOW.”

Oh boy. Remus grumbled about it but he began unclipping them while Janus took a seat next to him and Patton slid into the chair next to Janus. Judging by Logan’s snippy tone, the news they were about to receive was anywhere from Not Great to Abysmally Bad.

“I contacted the police,” Logan sighed, frustration seeping into every inch of each syllable, “Who told me to contact child services. And upon doing so, they have helpfully informed me that due to the current weather conditions, they will not be able to collect the infant-”

“Alice.”, Patton interjected.

“Right, yes, they will not be able to collect Alice for a good few hours- I’m sorry, did you name her?!”

Janus and Patton shared a split second glance of panic.

“No.”, Janus lied, “Technically, Roman was the one who named her.”

Patton could tell Logan would be screaming into a pillow right now if he had one. Remus, who had no idea his brother had waltzed in and named the baby already, gave a similar annoyed grumble, “Why does Roman get to name her!? Pat and I found her-!”

“I told ALL of you specifically NOT to get attached!”

Logan hissed through grit teeth. “What part of ‘Do not get attached to this infant’ did you all have such trouble understanding?!”

Remus shrugged, his tone comically bitter, “Hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t name her after all-.”

Janus elbowed Remus and the trashy man gave him a toothy grin in return. Logan looked like his frontal lobe was about to combust with all of this stupidity condensed into the one room. With a guilty little smile, Patton spoke up, “Well, on the bright side, we can just use her name now, right? It’s a little less awkward than just calling her ‘the baby’ all the time! And besides, not naming her felt kinda… wrong.”

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Logan nodded slowly, “Fine. I may not be entirely pleased by this outcome, but if it will help communications and general morale, I will let this slide. For now.”

Patton let out a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding as Logan continued, “Anyway, as I was saying, the proper authorities cannot make it here to pick up Alice and thus we will need to accommodate her for the next few hours. In that time, I will ask you all to rotate between caring for Alice and fulfilling your duties. Am I clear?”

The trio nodded. Janus and Remus headed out immediately though Patton couldn’t help but stay behind. He watched as Logan rested his head in his hands and decided that he didn’t want to leave Logan like that.

“Logan, when’s the last time you took a break?”

Logan snorted dismissively, though Patton could see him try to play it off.

“That’s of no concern-”

“It very much is, Logan. You’re exhausted, buddy..”

Patton sat back down and scooted the seat closer. He gave an apologetic wince with each little squeak of the chair legs on the wooden floor. Logan very clearly minded - Patton could see his jaw tense - but he didn’t address it.

“Let us say, hypothetically, I may be in need of recuperation. Where would you suppose I’d find the time to do so, Patton?”

Patton frowned, “Don’t you relax on your breaks?”

Patton was always far better at reading microexpressions than reading a room. If he hadn’t been so good, he might’ve missed the slight twitch of Logan’s facial muscles, missed the way he went to avert his eyes but forced the eye contact. Patton’s concern tripled, leaping straight over the doubled mark.

“... You’ve not been taking breaks, have you?”

He hadn’t meant to sound accusatory. Or perhaps hurt was more appropriate. Logan sat back in his chair, less casual and far more of a retreating gesture.

“I don’t require breaks. I have work to-”

“Of course you need breaks, Logan!”, Patton scolded, each note in his voice more worried than the last, “You’re stressed as it is, and now we’re dealing with this important situation and you still won’t rest?!”

Patton got up and sat on the edge of Logan’s desk, making sure not to impale his rear on any of the pens and paperweights Logan had accumulated.

“Logan, really, this isn’t healthy.”

“That is just your opinion-”

“What, like it was ‘’just your opinion’’ that I needed to stop picking at my skin when I got anxious? Like it was “just your opinion” that my fidget bracelets would save me coming into work with hands covered in bandaids?”

Logan’s lips pressed into a thin line and Patton knew he’d feel bad using this against him later, but right now his dear friend was working himself sick. Pat could handle a little guilt in exchange for Logan practicing a little selfcare.

“Logan, I’m saying this because I care about you. I don’t wanna see you work yourself until you collapse.”

Patton didn’t like how sombre the air felt, so he smiled and gently guided Logan to look at him.

“What’s the point of being the manager of a Walmart if you can’t manage ‘er?”

Logan snorted, unable to hide his affectionately disappointed grin. And Patton felt his chest swell with joy. It wasn’t like he could say it aloud all that often, but sometimes Patton would let his mind wander through the library of things that made him happy; Logan’s genuine laughter was right there at the top, without fail.

Said manager met Patton’s smile with a tired - but no less genuine - one of his own.

“Your puns are atrocious.”

Patton chuckled and Logan continued, “... but thank you. I apologise if my lack of personal attention has caused you stress in turn, Patton.”

He shook his head, “You’re good, Logan! Really, it just made me a little sad is all.”

Logan gave a quizzical look at that, “How so?”

Patton’s fingertip drew anxious little circles on the desk as he tried to sum up how he felt without telling Logan how he felt.

“It’s just, well, I can’t stand seeing my friends unhappy is all. And you’re one of the bestest friends I have, Logan!”

Obviously startled, Logan did a wonderful impression of a fish trying to gasp for air. Patton stamped down the overwhelming desire to outwardly comment on Logan’s adorable bewilderment.

“... ‘Bestest’ is not a word. But I appreciate the sentiment. I concede that I too hold you in the highest regard, Patton.”

Patton thought the creeping blush caressing his cheeks was warranted; the soft smile Logan gave him was so warm he felt like a cat sunning itself on a summer’s day. Patton wanted to photograph that smile and keep it right next to his heart. Alas, he had a job to do, so he stood up off the edge of the desk, intending to go and check on the others. However, Logan took his hand, causing Patton a massive gay internal crisis.

Seemingly unsure of himself, Logan took a second before finally speaking.

“Thank you, Patton.” he began, “Your encouragement and support help me feel like I’m actually appreciated around here.”

Weighing the pros and cons of spontaneously kissing his best friend, Patton decided that right now, all he could manage was a quick nod and an “anytime, Logan!”. Once he’d made it back to his greeter’s station, Patton let out a soft screech into his palms and tried his best to calm down his racing heart..

“Buh.”

“Close enough, Roman sure is something that begins with a Buh. And it ends in an Itch.”

Virgil snorted at Roman’s gasp of offense, “Virgil! You can’t teach our little Alice such language!”

Oh Lord, give him the strength not to read into that use of ‘our’ too deeply.

“Whaaaat? It’s not like I said it out loud. Besides, she’s too busy trying to eat those baby keys for the last five minutes, she doesn’t give a shit what I say-”

Roman reached across the table and pressed his finger to Virgil’s lips inciting another wave of homosexual hysteria to take over his brain.

“That’s it, you’ve lost speaking privileges. Blocked, banned, and reported!”

“Blocked from what? Life itself? Cool, lemme go yeet myself into the next conveniently open grave-”

“Ah, ah, ah! What did I say? You’re banned from speaking!”, Roman chided, “Meaning no threats of throwing yourself into the eternal dirt nap, Pete Wince!”

Virgil felt his cheeks flush a little. He can recognise Roman’s I care about you so don’t joke about offing yourself tone anywhere by now. Perhaps the fact he was used to it was a bad sign, but part of him wanted to do it more often if it meant getting the reassurance that Roman cared that much.

Won’t stop him being a little shit at every given opportunity though.

Virgil began signing at little Alice, the baby enthralled by his hand movements while Roman shot him a perplexed glance.

“What in the name of Athena are you doing?”

Virgil shrugged, staying quiet until Roman realised he was being deliberately difficult. “Alright, alright, you can talk. Now what’s all this Naruto jutsu bulls-sugar?”, Roman corrected at the last second.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re talking shit about you in ASL.”

With a gasp, Roman looked from Virgil to Alice, then back to Virgil.

“Betrayal!”, the lovable dramatic idiot wailed, clutching his heart. “Betrayal, too overwhelming for words!! How could you both?!”

Meeting Alice’s perplexed stare with his own deadpan gaze, Virgil rolled his eyes and gave her a more exaggerated look of ‘can you believe this shit?’. He was about to calm down the drama queen but instead, a familiar feral trash mammal swooped in and scooped up Alice out of her baby carrier.

“Jeez, which one of you is the baby here?! Lookit you, being all quiet while Roman’s bawling his eyes out!”

From just behind Remus, Janus soon followed, “Now, now, Remus, let’s not be rude. Even a baby isn’t that loud and obnoxious.”

Virgil snorted and once more Roman held onto his heart as if he were worried it’d fall out.

“Am I to be slandered and mocked by ALL of my loved ones?!”

Virgil met eyes with Remus, both focusing back on Roman to deliver a unison nod and a “yep.”

However, Roman had no chance to retort. From within Remus’ hands, Alice gave a tiny gurgle and spat out a tiny “yeb” noise, clearly copying them. Virgil’s face lit up along with the twins’. Janus was more subdued, but Virgil could see his delight through the mask of disinterest.

“She spoke!!!”, Remus cackled.

Janus sighed, but his smile was still decipherable, “She made a vague gurgle that could pass for ‘yep’, sure.”

Virgil swatted his arm, “Don’t be a dick, I doubt you could talk at like, one year old.”

He fought back the urge to sock Janus in the arm again as the smarmy asshole scoffed, sarcastically retorting, “I’ll have you know I spoke at six months.”

“Do I even need to point out that that’s obviously bullshit?”

Remus cackled at the two of them with a gleeful bounce in place, pointing at Virgil while addressing Alice, “Ooh Alice, can you say ‘bullshit’-?”.

Roman gasped, “REMUS NO!”

Wielding Alice like a giggling meat shield, Remus spun with her in his arms, his voice songlike.

“Remussss Yeeeeessssss~!”

Eventually, Janus was able to carefully remove Alice from Remus and put her back in the baby carrier. The latter huffed and Virgil noted that the former also seemed a little more mopey too. Maybe she was tired? Virgil wasn’t sure; he’d never had a younger sibling, not to mention he was always the baby of the family among his cousins. He had no idea how to read baby language, but as her little eyes landed on him and gave him a tiny smile, Virgil figured that was her way of telling him he was doing alright just being there.

Virgil smiled back, gently tapping a finger to her nose and softly uttering, “Boop. Now you’re cursed to be happy and healthy forever. Truly a tragedy.”

In the middle of cooing quietly at a happy, babbling Alice, he became suddenly aware that the chatter had quietened, and to his horror, the others were standing there watching him with smiles on their faces. Janus and Remus shared a look Virgil assumed was a mutual expression of “what a dork”, while Roman…

Roman was looking at him with such a soft, borderline longing expression that made Virgil’s heart flutter like a caged butterfly within his ribs. All at once just being there was too much for him. Virgil muttered an excuse and got up from the table, muttering an apology as he swerved around an approaching Patton. He barely heard Patton’s greeting for the blood pulsing in his ears and the thrumming of his heart…

Remus was about to return to his game of Aeroplane with Alice when Patton arrived to spoil his fun and take her for a nap.

“Boooo!”

“Remus, she needs her sleep.” Patton scolded lightly, picking up the baby carrier and heading away to let her rest in the employee lounge. “She needs to rest her lil head so she can let her baby brain have a break.”

In spite of his eye roll, Remus understood. Babies needed the time to let their mushy lil squish brains absorb everything. He understood. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be a petulant little shit about it.

Janus softly swatted his arm, “Stop pouting, hopefully the CSA agents will take hours to get here...” Remus could hear the tiniest hint of something in Janus’ tone. He wondered if the whole situation hit a little too close to home; Janus rarely shared insight into his past, Remus knew that he and Remy were afforded far more leeway than most people could hope to know. But Janus had only ever told him about his birth parents. It was probably a mistake considering they were both more baked than a sixteen layered cake, but Janus had insisted that if anyone was to ever know about his childhood, he’d wanted it to be-

“Remus?”

Janus’ voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“What?”, Remus responded, eyes darting from Janus to Roman who gestured with his eyes to Remus’ hand. Whose fingers were softly threaded with Janus’. He didn’t say anything for a second, giving Roman an opening to cover for him, “Nico being loud again?”

Remus snorted, but rolled with it, nodding along; who knew Roman could be cool sometimes? Janus eyed him suspiciously.

“Nico?”

Roman explained, “The voice in Remus’ head that gives him the not great thoughts. He named it that so he could ‘yell at somebody’ next time he needed to blow off steam.”

Janus nodded, furrowing his brow, “Alright, but why Nico?”

Remus shrugged, lying immediately, “I picked it out of a baby name book-”

“It was his first crush’s name.”

Okay, he changed his mind, fuck Roman. He kicked out and toppled the chair Roman was sitting on. He gleefully watched Roman try to right himself only to watch him eat shit and kiss the floor tiles. Remus cackled obnoxiously, leaning to the side as Roman got up and threw a couple ketchup packets at him.

Janus caught one in his hand and, like it was nothing, perfectly tossed it back onto the condiment basket on the table. Remus figured he was justified in thinking it was hot.

“Now, now, Roman, let’s not make a mess of Virgil’s tables.”

Remus smirked to himself while Roman’s cheeks tinted a perfect tomato shade. Janus always knew how to get through to people without having to be overt or obvious. He knew how people worked and how to be in control of almost every situation. Remus admired that. Not to mention it was just another feature of his best friend that Remus found utterly enticing.

“And you are going to fill me in on this crush of yours.”

Remus wanted to protest but all it took was one look at Janus’ folded arms and unyielding eyes and he knew he’d have to tell him about it.

Logan wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d started, but finally all of his paperwork was sorted and the schedules were rotated for the next two weeks.

He ran his hands down his face. Perhaps Patton had been right; he needed to take a break.

Retiring to the employees lounge to enjoy his lunch, Logan took note of Alice sleeping soundly in her baby carrier. Logan hadn’t needed to wonder who had seen to her care. The small pile of blankets and plushies neatly tucked around the carrier and keeping her warm were all the clues he needed to deduce that Patton had been the culprit for this adorable display.

It was a heartwarming sight, only dampened slightly as Logan mentally calculated how much he’d have to spend to cover all of it. He’d asked Patton to be considerate, but then again, he could just picture poor Patton being utterly torn for choice, opting to go with each option instead of making a single choice.

Thinking of it that way, Logan couldn’t bring himself to be upset.

“How can I be mad when you look so peaceful?”, Logan mused aloud to Alice.

He retrieved his snacks from the mini fridge; a jar of crofters and some homemade biscuits he’d prepared the night before. It’d been a while since he’d found the time to bake recently, but thanks to a frustrating altercation between two of his neighbours keeping him awake, Logan had taken his sleeplessness and made it productive.

With a practiced precision, Logan halved four of the biscuits and slathered on the crofters with a small spoon, using the back of it to smooth out the thick layer of jelly. Once he was satisfied, Logan took a bite and began to wonder why he had forsaken breaks for so long.

The sweet taste of mixed berries had entranced him so entirely, he had forgotten he was sharing the break room with a sleeping infant. Until he had locked eyes with said infant while he was busily attempting to lick the jelly from off his hands.

Utterly embarrassed, Logan cleared his throat out of habit, startling Alice for a moment. He had anticipated having to comfort her if she began bawling, but instead, her little eyes caught a glimpse of the jar of Crofters. As if asking Logan to feed her, she made eye contact immediately after.

Logan, unsure of what to do, simply replied, “Ah. I see the confusion. I am afraid this is not baby food. This is a delectable fruit spread that I am almost positive an infant like yourself should not have.”

“Uguu!” came Alice’s counter argument.

At least, that’s what Logan assumed that was.

“I’m sorry, but ‘uguu’ is not an admissible counterpoint.”

Alice made a series of tiny, perhaps irritated babbles at Logan until he finally was forced to google “Can infants have jelly/jam?”. The list of results were… inconclusive, none specifying whether a small spoon tip was alright or not. In the end, Alice began to fuss, and for fear of her crying, Logan relented. He found the baby spoon Patton had used to feed her earlier, thankful that it was clean, and scooped out a tiny dollop of Crofter’s onto it. He felt a little ridiculous, but so sue him; Alice looked so excited to try it, how could Logan say no?

Trying to remember what he’d learned of Patton’s time with her, Logan held the spoon in a wand-like motion. How did that childish babble go again? It took him a second to remember, releasing a sigh as he spoke and carefully swerved and swished the spoon.

“Bippity boppity food.”

Despite Logan’s trepidation, he held the spoon out for Alice who gleefully ate the jelly. He watched as she seemed to consider the flavour only for her little face to scrunch up at it.

He could hardly stifle his chuckle. How adorable.

Alice made a small grumble of displeasure that quickly turned into a whine. Logan immediately felt a little out of his depth. Does that whine mean she’s hungry? No, she just ate- Did that count as eating?! Maybe she’s tired?! No she JUST woke up-

Logan’s panic increased tenfold as Alice began to cry.

Shit shit SHIT-

Acting on instinct, he gently picked her up and held her how he’d seen the others do so. Supporting her head and making sure her body was cradled properly against his own for stability. That was step one. Step two was to work out why she was crying.

Maybe he needed to burp her? She had hardly eaten anything but perhaps it might work all the same. He gently patted her back, being careful not to use too much strength. It didn’t seem to work at all, her crying only getting more agitated.

Logan considered texting Patton for help, but part of him was too proud to let it show just how awful he was with children.

He wondered what Pat would do, how he would solve the problem. With a calming inhale, Logan weighed the options; it was obvious she didn’t need changing, she had just laid down for a nap, so the problem was clearly either food or milk. Weirdly, he became aware that Alice’s crying had become a steady whining. He turned to see her making grabby hands at her bottle behind him. Well, that settled it. Of course, he’d have to keep her happy while her bottle warmed; once Logan had prepared the formula and let it heat up, he took a seat on the sofa with Alice. He set her on his knee and wondered just what to do. What did babies like? Toys were the logical answer, but when Logan offered her the plushies Patton had acquired, she seemed to refuse them. Instead, Alice made whimpery little noises and Logan felt utterly useless.

“I’m sorry Alice, I wish I were able to make you smile.”

She made a sad little gurgling noise, as if she could feel his misery.

Then she made tiny grabby hands at him. Did she want him to lift her up? Logan gave it a try, lifting her up and-

She giggled.

Logan’s eyes widened; she wanted to play? He could manage that! With a small confidence boost, Logan met her smile and gently bounced her on his knee. Each happy noise that came from Alice made Logan smile wider in return until he found he was laughing with her. So much so, he nearly forgot about her bottle until the little beeping noise caught his attention.

Bashfully, Logan cradled Alice in his arms, making note that she seemed far more comfortable now, “Come on, it’s time for your milk. Lest I forget and be scolded by the others. Trust me, Alice, I will not live that one down, I assure you.”

The only response he got was a half attempt at a syllable and an adorable head tilt. Logan took the milk from the heater and tested the temperature. Once he was sure it wouldn’t be too hot, Logan offered it to Alice who gladly began to drink. It was at that moment - holding Alice protectively in his arms like she was his own child - that Logan realised that maybe he just might be cut out to be a parent after all.

He had just put down the empty bottle and burped her when Logan heard the door to the employee’s lounge open. Turning to face who it was, his smile fell to match Janus’ expression.

“Child Protective Services are going to be here in about ten minutes. They’re letting us know to have her and anything of hers ready to go by then.”

Logan tried to remain stone faced as ever, but even he could tell Janus would see through the way his shoulders slumped and his frown faltered. “I see. Then please help me pack her things.”

Janus nodded and silently helped an utterly heartbroken Logan load her into the baby carrier for the last time. Once they were done, Janus put an understanding hand on Logan’s shoulder, “We’re all going to miss her. She has quite the way with people, hm?”

It was impossible for Logan not to agree when her little green eyes were staring up at him so gleefully.

The handover was relatively quick, albeit a bittersweet affair.

Roman and Remus had both gotten teary saying their goodbyes to Alice. Though he’d deny it, Janus was also clearly devastated as he booped her tiny nose as a goodbye gesture. Patton was holding it together surprisingly well as he gave her a tiny forehead kiss as a goodbye present - despite the fact that they all knew he’d be sobbing later on.

Logan had remained professional, staying focused on making sure the handover went well even though there was a distinct sadness in his eyes.

And Virgil wasn’t entirely sure what to do. Or say.

This would probably - no, almost definitely - be the last time any of them saw little Alice. He was lost as she was handed to him for a goodbye. Feeling the pressure mount, Virgil committed her face to memory. Maybe someday in the future he could hope that she might visit them all. Remember their faces and swing by to say hi.

Virgil could feel his eyeliner drip a little and fought back the urge to cry. Instead, he smiled, softly booping her nose like he’d done before, “That’s your going away present. Another curse so you won’t be allowed to forget us, okay?”.

It was hard not to sob hearing her bubbling laughter just as the CPS worker took her carefully to put her back in the carrier.

With a last wave as the vehicles pulled out of the parking lot, Alice was gone.

Off to a new life, with a new family who’d love her. Hopefully, just as much as they all had.

Everyone returned to the store aside from Virgil and Roman, both standing staring out onto the road Alice had taken out of their lives. Virgil tried to slyly wipe his tears away but if the hug Roman gently wrapped him in told him anything, he hadn’t done a great job of it.

“This sucks.”, Virgil sniffed, “I mean, she had to go sometime but..”

Roman nodded, “I know, Virge, I know.”

He felt Roman sigh, only pulling back from the hug enough to give Virgil a sweet smile, “I’m sure our little princess will find a perfect home with wonderful parents who treat her like she should be.”

Virgil nodded, ignoring the overthinking he’d be doing later about the exact use of that ‘our’. “They better, or I’ll feed their knees into a woodchipper.” Roman laughed and for maybe just a moment, everything felt a little better.

It had barely felt like a full six months since Alice had come and gone, but here Virgil was the same as always; running the cafe and catering to Roman’s hoard of little gremlins.

Okay, maybe he’d started to love their ramblings and questions as of late, so sue him.

Emile sat with some of the club going kids as they finished off the snacks in their lunchbox and on the other side of the ‘cafe’s patio area’, Roman handled the ones who got lunch at the cafe.

And Virgil was bravely taking on the task of listening to little Eduardo who wouldn’t stop babbling about his pet hamster.

“He’s so fluffy, and he eats sunflower seeds, and he makes these funny little noises!”

Virgil gave an exaggerated gasp, adding the final touches to the hot chocolates he was putting aside for Emile and Roman. “Woww, he sounds like the coolest hamster.”

Ed nodded, looking as proud as a baby peacock, “He is!! Sir Squiggles is the bestest friend in the whole UNIVERSE!!”

Virgil smiled, “Now that’s impressive.”

Once the hot chocolates were done, Virgil picked up the strawberry milkshake Eduardo had ordered and handed it to the eager young lad, “Here, it may not be as cool as Scribbles-”

“Squiggles!”, Ed laughed.

“Okay, okay, it may not be as cool as Squiggles, but it tastes nearly as awesome.”

The young lad took a big sip and Virgil could practically see him buzzing with delight.

“Thanks, Vee!! You’re the coolest!!” Eduardo bounded over to one of the tables his friends were sitting at and Virgil only slightly lamented having to clean up the spills later. How could he ever be annoyed when the after school art club was visiting? It was utterly impossible.

“Oh my sweet Aphrodite, stop the presses; Virgil Knight is smiling! What a scoop-!“

Virgil slung his hand towel at Roman, smacking his arm, “Oh shut up, Princey. I always smile.”

Roman gave him a look of ‘yeah that’s utter bullshit’ and thus it was Virgil’s turn to make an offended noise, “I do so smile!”

“Yeah, every full moon after a blood sacrifice perhaps, Nine Inch Wails. I don’t think I’ve seen you so jovial in many months!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, handing Roman his hot chocolate, “And you wonder why I poison your drinks.”

Emile’s hot chocolate in hand, Virgil snickered as Roman’s expression went from playful disbelief to somewhat fearful. Good, serves Roman right for picking on him.

At the table, Emile was animatedly recounting the contents of an episode of Gravity Falls to the children; all in various stages of engagement from vivid enthrallment to utter disinterest. Virgil placed the hot chocolate down and Emile finished their retelling to have a chat, most of the children greeting Virgil and disappearing to other tables to chat with their friends.

“Thanks Virgil! It wasn’t too much trouble was it?”

Virgil shook his head, “Nah, you’re good. If anything, asking for Lucky Charms marshmallows in your hot chocolate is pretty genius really.”

Emile gleefully agreed, taking a satisfied sip, “Good to hear it!”

They seemed conflicted for a moment, like they weren’t sure if they should ask, but Virgil could tell Emile wanted to ask something so he sat down next to Emile, “Alright, Doc, what’s eating at you?”

Virgil could see Emile start to protest but they sighed, “Okay, it’s gonna sound really dumb-”

“Can’t be dumber than the time Remus tried to train Danny DeCheeto to steal people’s wallets.”

“... You know what, yeah, that’s actually pretty reassuring.” Emile chuckled, “Well, I’ve been thinking and, not to be a traitor or anything, but I’ve wondered if Remy next door might um… also indulge my… eccentricities?”

Virgil squinted at them for a second, “You’re… wondering if I think they’d make you your special ‘Lucky Hot Chocolate’? I mean, why wouldn’t he?”

A flustered whine left Emile, their hands bringing up their hot chocolate as if it’d hide their obvious blush, “I don’t… wanna be a burden.”

“You’re literally the furthest thing from a burden. I don’t think you could even be an inconvenience if you tried.”

They gave a small smile in response despite their tinted cheeks, “You’re too kind, Virge.”

Virgil snorted, his tone light, “How dare you, I’m a bastard with a blackened heart as dark as my eyeliner.”

Emile swatted his arm lightly and sipped more of their hot chocolate, “Says the guy who’s apparently super great with kids. And babies.”

The addition had Virgil groaning in annoyance, “.... Roman told you, didn’t he?”

“Implying he’d ever miss the chance to gush about you to me.” They chuckled, voice softening as they continued, “He told me you were pretty attached to little Alice, huh?”

Virgil’s frown must’ve spoken for him when Emile added, “It was a wonderful thing you all did, y’know. That little girl will get to grow up and have a happy life with parents that love her thanks to you all keeping her safe.”

In theory, Emile was right; Virgil knew it was most likely she’d be matched with parents - or maybe a single parent - who’d love her and dote on her and give her a good life. Anxiety, however, didn’t work like that and it’d been driving Virgil crazier than he’d care to admit.

“I know, I know, I just can’t shake the panic that.. That maybe they’ll be bad people, or they’ll ignore her, mistreat her and never give her the love she deserves. That maybe they’ll make her miserable, or- or that she’ll miss us too much and never be happy-!”

“Breathe, Virge.”

Emile’s voice was calm, a gentle hand prying him out of his anxiety.

“‘Maybe’s are like fireflies; it’s tempting to keep ‘em in a jar to keep looking at them, but you should really just let them go.”, they gave him a reassuring smile, “It’s alright to be concerned, but I think you’ll find Alice is gonna be more than okay.”

Virgil didn’t seem convinced, slumping in his chair, “You say that like I’m ever gonna know for sure...”

Emile’s gaze drifted, smile widening while they gestured for Virgil to look over at Roman, “I think he’s calling you over, don’t let me keep you from Prince Charming.”

Virgil rolled his eyes instead of swatting Emile in the arm lest they spill their hot chocolate. He got up and made his way over to Roman, stopping dead in his tracks.

Said Prince Charming was merrily gossiping to Eduardo’s mother, Clara, both too focused on the conversation to notice Virgil approaching.

And there in a baby carrier, dressed in a cute little yellow sundress and happily playing with a plushie Virgil recognised from the pile Patton had bought, was Alice.

Roman spotted him standing there staring in awe, excitedly gesturing for Virgil to come and say hello. It was a miracle that his legs obeyed him, but he made it over, giving Clara a polite greeting, “Hi Clara, and… Hi Alice.”. He caught himself, realising that she might have been renamed, “Wait, sorry, um-”

Clara shook her head, sweetly assuring him, “Don’t worry, Marina and I settled on calling her Alicia. You’re welcome to call her Alice.”

Virgil visibly relaxed, looking at Roman with amazement as he explained, “Clara and her wife were looking to adopt again. When I saw how utterly devastated you and the others were at having to say goodbye to her, I decided to inform Clara that there might be an adorable baby girl who needed a home.”

“Inform he says. As if he didn’t all but hand me the adoption papers himself.”, Clara chuckled, playfully teasing Roman by stage whispering to Virgil, “Don’t let him fool you, mijo, Roman was just as emotional. He practically begged me to adopt her.”

Virgil snorted, taking joy in seeing Roman blush as red as his flannel shirt. His gaze, however, was stolen by Alice softly bopping him with her rabbit plush to gain his attention. Virgil knew he was smiling like a sentimental idiot, but he couldn’t care less.

“Hello to you too.”

Clara gently took Alice out of the baby carrier and handed her to Virgil. He held her carefully, making sure to support her as she let out a delighted squeal.

Roman joined him, cooing at Alice who in turn coo’d back in her own babbling way. Virgil joined in, “That’s right Alice, tell him what a dork he is.”

She gurgled merrily and Roman clasped his heart, “Once more I am betrayed! Oh how cruel!”

Roman slung his arm around Virgil for drama, careful to not startle him, “Oh mercy, I beg of you-”

“Alice, can you say ‘overdramatic’?” Virgil deadpanned.

“Aba bah.” came Alice’s attempt.

“A+ for effort.” Virgil smiled, and even Roman couldn’t help but drop the act to admire how cute she was being.

Clara’s chuckling broke them out of their little bubble, “Are we having fun?”

Virgil blushed, clearing his throat while Roman tried to hide his smile. Eduardo, who’d been preoccupied with his milkshake til now, blurted out, “You two should keep her, you look like a family!”

It was a damn good thing Virgil’s brain was in safety mode, otherwise Roman would have had to make a hasty catch while he fainted. Clara hid her snickering and ruffled Ed’s hair, “Mijo, don’t tease!”

“Sorry mamaaa.” he groaned, going back to his milkshake.

Deciding to draw attention off of themselves, Virgil cleared his throat, “Uh, do the others know Alice’s back for a visit?”. Clara shook her head, “Roman wanted it to be a surprise, so he asked me not to let anyone know beforehand.”

Speaking of Roman, Clara nudged him with her elbow, speaking hushedly to him. Virgil wasn’t too fluent in Spanish, but going by Roman’s expression and stammering retort, she was probably teasing him as usual.

While he was curious to listen in on their hushed conversation, Alice let out an excited screech, baffling Virgil until he followed her gaze. Remus, who was similarly excited, was making a beeline for the two of them while Janus and Patton, who’d been accompanying him, both lit up upon seeing her. Patton turned to call someone over - probably Logan - and Virgil huffed a fond sigh.

Virgil looked down to a happy Alice, “Can you believe these guys? It’s only been a couple of months.”

She looked up at him with her sweet little smile and Virgil couldn’t help his own widening at the sight, “Okay, okay, I missed you lots too..”

[End]

-- Bonus --

“You should ask him out already, you two work so well together.”

Roman’s cheeks flushed bright pink, averting his gaze, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Clara levelled him with an unimpressed gaze that immediately called bullshit on that claim, “Roman Prince, you are the worst liar I’ve ever met, and you’ve met my ex girlfriend.”. She softened a little, “What’re you so afraid of? He clearly likes you.”

Roman frowned apprehensively, “And if he doesn’t? I mean, yes, he’s probably my closest friend there’s no denying that but… ”

Clara rolled her eyes, “Buts are for short shorts, not for matters of the heart, Príncipe Nervioso.”

She gestured over to Virgil, now surrounded by their friends as he held Alice with all the love and protection of a parent, making sure to occasionally coo and babble with her when she wanted specifically Virgil’s attention.

The sight ignited a strong longing within Roman’s heart; a desire to see Virgil happy like this every second of every day. His enamoured heartbeat momentarily lulled him into a semi trance, and all he could think about - not that he often thought of much else some days - was Virgil and the future he wanted with him. Going on dates, living together, perhaps getting married and adopting their own child.

“Eduardo was right, you know.”

Roman shook out of his daydream and met Clara’s knowing gaze, “You two would make good parents someday.”

He shyly rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to really respond to her unknowing echo of his thoughts, “Calm down, Clara, we haven’t even gone on a date yet.”

“Yet.” she retorted, “Come on, I best get going soon. If I’m going to have to break their hearts and take her home, I’ll need you to cheer them up.”

Roman chuckled, “Well, tis a prince’s duty to soothe all that ails his people.”

Clara rolled her eyes, playfully poking him in the side, “It’s also a prince’s duty to be brave and invite his future husband on that first date.”

She took Roman’s offended, flustered gasp as a win. ~~~~~

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wonscafe · 3 years

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WHAT IT’S LIKE DATING NCT DREAM !

pairing: nct dream x fem!reader genre: fluff and possible crack because it’s the dreamies cmon warnings: none

ー aaaa this is my first piece of writing centered on nct dream. kinda nervous tbh but it’s exciting !! @juysblog for header

MARK ー 이민형.

fun and lighthearted. regular movie nights and watching new blockbuster films recommended to him by his friends in canada. filling the house with loud, bursting laughter unfailingly. reading together at night. recommending his favorite books to you and looking over your shoulder to see what part of the book you’re in. leaving you short and sweet poems before you leave for work or school. him jokingly serenading you with justin bieber songs, resulting in you shoving him away and him just following you, guitar in hand and ‘i’m off my face in love with you’ spilling out of his mouth in giggles. opening your eyes drowsily in the middle of the night and seeing him on his knees, hands clasped together, thanking God for you in his prayers.

RENJUN ー 황런쥔.

think museums, pottery classes, couple dancing, and feeding koi fish in the park. lots of adventures and trying new things together. weekly date nights in the city. deep and thoughtful conversations by han river. late night drives with the car windows down and music blaring out of the speakers. paintings as anniversary gifts. singing you lullabies before bed. passionate debates in random parts of the house during randoms times of the day. being each other’s safe place. adopting animals together. soothing you when you wake up in the middle of the night, sleepily humming and mumbling beside your ear to lull you to sleep. warm belly rubs. impromptu dancing in the dull kitchen light.

JENO ー 이제노.

going on lots of spontaneous sporty datesーoften unwillingly on your part. watching sunrises together after hiking up a hill early in the morning. sitting on his lap whenever he’s playing games with the boys. running after you with his arms outstretched right after his work-out. the dynamic of ‘one who really loves to talk’ and ‘one who really likes to listen’. listening to you ramble with an eye smile, just supportively nodding to whatever you say and running a hand up and down the sides of your thigh. gentle kisses whenever you’re upset. warm hugs after a rough day. curling into you whenever he feels fatigued. cackling over dry jokes over a bowl of ramen in a random convenience store by the road. teasing him as he continuously sneezesーyou specifically warned him not to play with the cats but he did anyway.

HAECHAN ー 이해찬.

extremely playful. making bets as a way to express your love for each other. not allowing the other to back out of a bet unless you give a huge smooch in exchange. whining, whining everywhere. clinging to each other whenever given the chance. lots of stolen glances on his part. scolding you in the kitchen when you mess up an instruction, and proceeding to tell you to wait in the living room as he turns the disaster into a feast. smugly bragging about his talent at dinner but also secretly waiting for your praise. soft looks and smiles whenever you roll your eyes at his antics. denying it whenever he’s called out by a member. on rare occasions when it’s quiet and peaceful, you’d exchange quiet ‘i love you’s and feather like touches.

JAEMIN ー 나재민.

the most domestic out of all the relationships in nct dream. doing chores together. sneaking in kisses during cleaning days. creating a shared account that you use for donations. couple photography daysーposting the photos on your social media account which is completely compromised of photos taken by each other. volunteer work as a couple. nuzzling your head in his chest as he edits photos on his computer. never feeling insecure because of his constant reassurance and constant compliments. him never failing to look after you; staying home when you’re sick, preparing a hot bath for you when you’re upset, moving you to the other side of the sidewalk. you don’t know this but he already has money saved for the future he imagined for the both of you.

CHENLE ー 천러.

lots of trips to a lot of different places. taking you to china to introduce you to his family. dancing with the older chinese neighbors in their local park. amusement park dates. trying out every ride and laughing it off when one of you throws up. brunches in expensive cafes. learning about new movies and the backgrounds of its actors. watching his old videos in vienna as he shyly laughs beside you, his hands covering his eyes. shopping dates. waiting for you to finish trying on all the clothes you liked in the changing room, and complimenting how you looked in each one. braiding your hair at home and laughing at how terrible he unintentionally made your hair look. showing off his basketball skills. quietly cooking dinner and smirking whenever he feels your eyes on him.

JISUNG ー 박지성.

trial and error-ing everything you do together. looking at each other in alarm when you burn something in the kitchen. hugging each other tightly on top of dining tables as a cockroach lurks somewhere in the house. walking around the city and stopping by ice cream stalls. blushing when the members catch you two together but waving them off with a groan—chucking pillows at them when they don’t leave. deep stares accompanied by shy chuckles. sheepish grins directed at you when you’re forced to wash both of your clothes once again. even more sheepish grins when he accidentally breaks the washing machine despite not touching it. watching movies and playing games with bowls of malatang steaming beside you. playing with each other’s fingers as you lie in bed side-by-side. teaching you how to dance and laughing at you when you fail to follow to choreography.

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moemammon · 3 years

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You are not Beyoncé but you're singing your heart out when you think you're home alone.

(Featuring the demon brothers and GN!MC)

For once, you had the house to yourself! Was this a miracle?? Were the heavens finally smiling down on you from above? Was this the result of all your good karma??? Whatever it was, you were almost certain that you were alone for once.

And what did that mean? Time for a good ol' fashion jam session. You put on your favorite tunes and set them to blast through the speaker of your D.D.D. while you danced around the house, singing your heart out. Who cared if some of your notes were flat, or if you had to drop a few pitches to hit those high notes?

Not you. You were just living your best life without a care in the world.

Until...

Lucifer

Of course the eldest would be around. Arguably the most mysterious and omnipotent brother in the house, so yeah. He's there.

He told you this morning that he’d have a meeting to attend after classes today. You thought he’d be out for a long while, but it just so happened that the meeting ended early today, much to his relief.

Not to yours though, because that means that Lucifer has front row seats to your amazing concert without your permission.

He didn't even have the courtesy to make himself known! He just waited in the kitchen, quietly preparing his coffee while your singing echoed through the halls.

You were sauntering your way to the kitchen as well, fumbling over forgotten lyrics without a care in the world, when you saw him.

Enemy spotted.

Does this mean he heard every single time your voice cracked-

Your eyes lock and Lucifer doesn't even mention what you were just doing, despite the obviously being within earshot of you.

You really start feeling the heat rising in your cheeks when he says "You seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen to you at RAD today?"

Regardless of how you respond (or not), Lucifer turns his back to you to tidy up, and says "....I don't believe I've ever heard your singing before. You'll have to give me an encore in my office some time."

You swear you can hear the mischief in his tone....

Mammon

This seriously was unheard of. An afternoon without having mammon glued to your hip?? Hell must've frozen over or something.

Regardless, you weren't going to take this for granted! Mammon did mention something about a 'foolproof money making scheme' he had a dream about last night, so he was probably off trying to see if he could make it a reality.

Things like this usually took a huge chunk of greedy boy's afternoon, so you figured you were safe to sing as you pleased!

Besides, he probably would've texted you if he were on the way home, right?

Apparently not, because Mammon was very much home, and did not send you a text. Honestly? He forgot to. He was too busy wallowing in self pity.

How was he supposed to know that using magic to duplicate grim was illegal??

He managed to escape any real trouble and made his way back home, only to have his ears immediately blessed (or assaulted) by your singing.

He's not the type to sit around in secret until you notice him, so catch this boy marching around the house until he finds you himself. Not so quietly calling out your name the entire time, too.

Mammon caught you in the empty library singing your heart out. The acoustics were great in there! They also kinda drowned out the outside noise, so you couldn't really hear him yelling for you.

"Oh, I thought you were screamin' about a bug or something. What song is that?"

He's not shy about singing in the shower at the top of his lungs, so it's not like he's judging you?? But he's got his phone out when you spot him. The bastard is recording you...

So your knee jerk reaction is to attack

"Wh- Oi!! What're ya hitting me for?! I don't care if it's just a pillow- Hey!"

He has chosen death. Goodbye Mammon.

Leviathan

It was kind of bold of you to assume that Levi would ever be out of the house, but he DID mention something about a concert he wanted to attend..? Or some kind of book signing?

You don't really remember, and you don't have the mental strength to scroll through the sea of spam texts he's sent you today.

C'est la vie.

Since you're pretty sure you're alone, you're not taking your solo concert all around the house of lamentation, from the foyer to the west wing, up to the attic and down to the dining room.

Gotta find the perfect spot to sing this next part. It's got a really good bit with a flute, and you wanna stare longingly out of a window or something-

And it's when you pass by otaku man's room that he decides to make himself known by poking his head out. His headset is around his neck and his hair's a little tousled, hinting that he was in the middle of gaming.

You freeze. Neither of you can look the other in the eye.

It takes a while before the silence can be broken, but before you can say a word, Levi speaks.

"Y-You know... you should come to karaoke with me! Only if you want to, I mean! I didn't know you were a fan of singing, so... but you probably have other plans, right? You don't want to hang out with a gross otaku like me blah blah blah-"

You aren't sure if your brain is malfunctioning from being caught in the act, or from the word vomit spilling from everyone's favorite weeb.

Satan

Satan is a good, studious boy so you assumed he was staying after class to head to the library. He was lagging behind, so you didn't question it.

Or maybe he was planning his next prank? Lucifer did have to make an announcement tomorrow morning in front of the student body, and Satan had been awfully interested in glitter bombs lately...

Whatever the case, he wasn't home right now! Or so you thought.

You were busy switching between two different choruses AND a sick guitar riff all in one song, so there was no time to be thinking about the demon's whereabouts.

You did wonder where you left your bag at, though. You vaguely recalled dumping it at the front door, so maybe that's where it was?

Scooting your way down the hall like a music powered locomotive, you were right in the middle of imitating the sound of drums when you spotted the trembling grin plastered to Satan's face.

Hm.

Maybe you could ask Diavolo about sending you back to the human world right now.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here, or I would've said something." Satan tells you, clearing his throat to further suppress his laughter. From the way his shoulders are shaking, he was barely holding on.

"I didn't think you were the type to like songs like that. Do you have a playlist you could recommend me? I'm interested after seeing how much you enjoy it."

That cheeky grin of his never breaks for a second, so you can't tell if he's actually asking for recommendations, or if he's watching for your reaction.

Asmo

Not a surprise that you assumed he wasn't home, since he rarely is. He's always out partying or shopping around, so you usually don't see him much around this time.

But that also means you're free to sing as loudly as you want! Look out Mariah Carey, there's a new high note singer in town.

Asmo can vouch for that! Because he can hear you. Clearly.

Okay but he's one of those people that joins in while you're singing.

Legit the moment he goes inside and recognizes your song, he's trying to serenade you from the other side of the house.

And boy do you hear him. This man can SING (as expected of a fallen angel), and he likes to sing loudly. He wants all eyes on him after all!

And maybe you'll be so smitten by his angelic voice that you'll come running into his arms and beg that he takes you right then and there!

Wishful thinking though, because that is not how you reacted. Boo...

He finds you, and wants to know what you think of his voice. "Well? My singing was beautiful, wasn't it~? I used to sing all the time up in the celestial realm! I don't mind giving you some private lessons back in my room~"

Was he implying that you needed lessons? Maybe... but he's a sweetheart about it so can you really be mad at him?

Beel

A crepe cart recently opened up for a limited time, and there was no way Beel was going to miss that. And knowing him, he wouldn't come home until there were no traces of food left in sight.

So you figured you'd have plenty of time to brush up on your sea shanties! Bold of you to assume...

Beel can inhale a billion times his weight in food in like, five minutes. What made you think he wouldn't be back home by now?

He was full for a good ten minutes (a new record!) and spent that time in his bedroom, hence why you didn't hear his usual rummaging through the kitchen for food.

Speaking of food, you were feeling kind of hungry yourself! And a little parched from all the singing, so a snack break couldn't hurt!

You slid on your socks along the hardwood floor all the way to the kitchen... where you nearly slammed into Beel. There he was, the mad lad himself.

He was also on the way to the kitchen. Surprise surprise, right? And he managed to catch you by the shoulders before you could slide into anything.

Beel is the least phased by your singing. He just thinks it's nice that you were comfortable enough to sing so loudly! Good to see that you're enjoying yourself.

He doesn't exactly address it? Instead he moves his hand forward to place something into yours.

It's a crepe that he saved, just for you! You stare at the delicate pastry, all topped with layers of fluffy whipped cream, strawberries and blueberries, and lovingly drizzled with chocolate sauce! There's a bite taken out of the side, though-

"I tried my best to hold back, but I took a bite. Sorry..."

How can you be mad at him?? You're not even embarrassed about the singing anymore tbh. Too full of love to care 💕💕

Belphie

When,,,, was Belphie ever not home,, like,,,,

This man has never seen a classroom in his life, so it's not like you could've expected him to be at RAD.

And he wasn't usually in town?? Definitely a homebody.

But Beel wanted someone to go with him to that crepe cart, and Belphie couldn't exactly turn his dear brother down when he gave him those big baby eyes-

And since Beel wasn't home, you figured Belphie was still out, too!

Spoiler alert: you thought wrong.

Belphie was home, and now wide awake thanks to your banshee screams singing. He managed to slip away from Beel when he got too tired. He didn't really want a crepe anyway, so he decided to head back.

Only to be rudely awaken... how dare you...

He's hellbent on finding you, JUST so he can get you to shush. Please.. let him rest his weary bones...

When he does locate you, you have your back turned to him and your music on max volume, occupying yourself with grabbing your clean laundry to take back to your room.

He doesn't speak, instead choosing to watch you shimmy around to the beat of your song. And when you do a little spin, you turn right around to face him and get to witness the sheer amusement on his face.

He's NOT letting your forget about this moment. And you can't escape him either, he won't let you.

The bastard corners you just to repeatedly ask "Hey, what were you singing? I haven't heard that one in a while. Mind singing it again for me?"

"With a voice like that, I'm afraid to ask you to sing me a lullaby."

"...Just kidding. Your face is really red right now, you know?"

You feel the sudden urge to stuff him into the dryer, but you resist.

The urge grows stronger when he imitates the little dance you were doing.

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krabjoons · 3 years

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omg professor... what are you doing?!?!?! [pjm]

⮕ summary: park jimin is the hottest, most popular guy at school. the only catch? he also just so happens to be your teacher.

⮕ pairing: park jimin x reader, mentions of jaebum x reader

⮕ genre: smut, university!au, pwp

⮕ word count: 12.8k

⮕ rating: 18+, nsfw

⮕ warnings: hard dom!jimin x bratty-ish sub!y/n, professor!jimin x university student! y/n (he’s 27-28 ish and she’s 21-22), fuckboy!jaebum, pussy eating, fingering, thigh riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk (carries the whole fic tbh), degradation, edging, dumbification, impact play (pussy + ass spanking), manhandling, humiliation, exhibitionism, creampie, teasing, praise, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation, crying, kissing/making out, jimin’s a meanie but y/n likes it (aka i go ham on the degradation and edging you have been warned), aftercare (like 500 words of it :P)

⮕ a/n: this took too long to come out and has literally been sitting in my drafts since august but here it is! writing this was definitely a rollercoaster because this was my first smut and honestly i felt like it was really bad at times but other times i was like wtf this is so hot,, ANYWAYS, i’m glad that i’m posting it and getting over that fear of imperfection. i hope that you guys enjoy this piece :). i would also like to add that please don’t hook up with your teachers… if you do, that’s on you i take no responsibility for that whatsoever lol. excuse the title i literally have no idea what to change it to but i like it the way it is tbh LMFAOOO OK I’LL STOP RAMBLING NOW BYEEE ILY ALL

University has never been when you’ve expected. When you first graduated high school and came here, you expected your late teenage years to be filled with just as much studying as high school combined with only a few parties here and there. You didn’t expect to make as many friends as you did and certainly did not expect to be known as the girl with the high grades and even higher alcohol tolerance. No longer are you the shy Y/N L/N that walked through the entrance gates on the first day of school; you’ve changed a lot.

It was a surprise to you. With academics taking precedence much of your life, the freedom university provided you with was welcomed - perhaps a little too much. You quickly learned that polar bear shots were great to keep you in a good mood at parties and that eating mangoes before smoking gave you a better high. And, you also learned about sex.

Admittedly, the first time you had a hookup, it was awkward and messy (at least for you… it was a guy, what else were you expecting?) but with more practice, you were able to get the hang of it. You’ve found your tastes and now willingly talk about who catches your eye to your best friends, something you never thought you’d do last year.

Speaking of who catches your eye, as of now it’s Park Jimin. A really hot guy, according to your friends, and according to you, an even better voice. When you first walked into your Applications of Economics class, you nearly spit out your Starbucks drink after you saw the astonishingly handsome man with silky black hair in a dress shirt and tie. Surprisingly formal for a university student, you thought, but you weren’t one to talk, considering your current outfit of business casual.

Only, he wasn’t a student. He was your teacher. You should’ve put the pieces together earlier but you didn’t. Let's just say a Coconut Lime Refresher is good for hangovers, and you needed one desperately (basically, you were drunk as hell the night before and were still in the process of recovering). It certainly didn’t take long before all of campus was talking about the new economics professor who was hotter than hell. Girls (and some guys) immediately tried transferring into his class, one of them being your best friend Lisa, just to get a glimpse of how attractive he was. You remember a couple of girls offering you literal cash to transfer out, but you didn’t.

A good call, thinking about it now. You’ve gotten closer with Mr. Park, although it’s nothing too special yet, the two of you are on good terms and have even hugged before (you still get giddy thinking about it). Y/N from 2 years ago would be screaming her head off at how bold you’ve gotten, but now, you can’t bring yourself to care. Park Jimin is a hot guy, and you’re pretty hot too (if you must admit), so it would only be logical if the two of you could hook up. Unsurprisingly, you’ve lost your shame, nothing but thoughts of your teacher filling your mind in your spare time.

So here you are, another day of university, as monotonous as ever. The only highlight of your day will be the morning, where you have a class with Mr. Park. You've started changing your style a bit recently, opting for more, let’s just leave it at provocative outfits. Walking into the room, you take your usual seat in the front, closest to Mr. Park’s desk.

The class progresses like it normally does, starting with a review of the work from the last class and a discussion about the new material. "I’m going to give you guys this last half hour of class to review the material individually if you want or you can leave early, I don’t mind. I know it's a Friday so there’s gonna be some parties around campus, if you want to prepare yourselves for that then go ahead." Your professor glances around the room, smirking at you when mentioning the parties. You flush and look away, biting your lower lip.

You make the decision to stay in the classroom while the majority of the other students file out of the room. "I'll be available for any questions," Jimin calls out, returning to his desk across from you.

Sticking to your reputation, you get a head start on the assignment and easily work through the homework. Surprisingly, you forget about Jimin for the time being, focused on finishing your assignment so that you have as little work as possible to do after classes. You don’t notice your teacher looking at you, admiring the way you put so much effort into the things you’re passionate about. Hearing a student call his name, he gets up to help him.

Surprisingly, Mr. Park has assigned a disturbingly low amount of homework, probably because of the upcoming weekend and maybe a pop quiz later next week (ugh). You’ve finished your work in a mere twenty minutes and are surprised to find that Jimin is not at his desk when you look up from your laptop. You turn around, looking for him, and see that he’s helping another student. Whipping out your phone, you text your best friend Lisa (who just so conveniently, also thirsts over Jimin the same way you do).

to lisa: hey i finished classwork for mr park and have like 10 minutes of free time now lol

Instantly, she responds as if she wasn’t in class. Then again, she has never been one to pay too much attention to her professors.

from lisa: ayo talk to him

from lisa: also save me from bio i literally cannot

Smiling slightly, you respond to her.

to lisa: i WOULD but he’s helping other students

from lisa: then be like "m- mister park, i- need help please" and use puppy eyes

to lisa: LMFAOO PLEASE he’d be like whats wrong with you since when did you struggle in this class

to lisa: but i mean, anything to hear him talk i guess

from lisa: god i'm so jealous you have him early so you can hear his morning voice it must be hot asf

to lisa: it is omg

from lisa: god what if he moans like that it'd be such a turn on

to lisa: dUDE STOP NO the way this is literally true like if he has a good sip of coffee or a pastry he likes hes gonna go all "mmmm I wish you could try this" pls its so fking hot

to lisa: like SIR I WANNA TRY YOU or you to try me no complaints

from lisa: wtf he finishes his breakfast before my class so i can't even hear it tf I hate it here

to lisa: u have him right after my block bro at leAST you have him

to lisa: what ab the people who don't even have him

from lisa: idk what i'd do honestly. imagine not having a literal sex god teaching you every day i pity those who dont

You’re about to type out a response when a smooth voice sounds out from behind you, "alright guys, you’re good to go. Have a good weekend!" You jump in your seat, not realizing that your teacher was helping the student right behind you for the past five minutes.

As the rest of the class begins to pack up, you pray that he hasn’t seen you talking about your sexual fantasies less than five feet away from him. Mr. Park doesn’t say anything, so you must be in the clear, right? You’re hoping and praying that he didn’t find out, but your heart rate is already rising and you’re getting a sick feeling in your stomach. Your gut must be trying to tell you something.

Well, your gut’s telling you that the universe must not be on your side because as soon as you stand up, he says, "Ms. L/N, can you stay a bit after class? I have a few things I want to discuss with you." Cheeks flushing hot, you squeak out a "yes, sir."

When everyone has left and it’s just the two of you left in the room, Jimin pulls up a seat next to his desk. "Sit," he commands, leaning on his desk. You scramble to your feet and walk over, mind buzzing with thoughts. Oh god, what if he tells the administration department? Then you’d definitely be punished and maybe even kicked out of the school. Maybe you could make up a story? Oh, it’s ANOTHER Park Jimin, haha. Definitely NOT my teacher. Even if you did, they could go the rest of the texts between you and Lisa and you’d be screwed. And not to be petty or anything, but being kicked out would mean that you wouldn’t be able to be in Jimin’s class anymore and wouldn’t be able to see him. Oh, and the bigger problem would be that you’d also be unable to get your degree.

You start internally panicking, heart rate picking up even when your teacher rolls up his sleeves and leans down in front of you. Stop thinking about dirty things FOR ONCE, Y/N, half of you screams, while the other half of you has already started fantasizing about things which shouldn’t be thought about, especially with one of the people in the fantasies less than a couple of feet in front of you. With his hands on his thighs, the ones you’ve thought about riding far too often, he smirks.

"So, I heard you wanna try me?"

You gulp, absolutely mortified that Jimin caught you. Yes, he was attractive, and you would do practically anything to fuck him, but you didn’t expect to be humiliated into admitting it. "Um, no sir! I mean, maybe, but not in the way you think!" you ramble. Shut up, Y/N, part of you screams. You’re only digging yourself into a deeper hole.

"Yeah, sure. Because I definitely didn’t see what you were talking about with your friend. Be honest, Y/N," he says, smirking down at you. "You think about me, don't you? I'm not new to this. I see the way girls like you look at me. I know the way they talk about me when they think I can't hear. I know the way you think. Who would've thought? Little Miss L/N, all prim and proper on the outside, would be so filthy deep down?"

"Sir, I- uh. I-" you stutter out, cheeks burning furiously hot.

"You what? You're not going to try to prove your innocence now, are you? Not when you've gotten this far, hm? Getting to do what you’ve wanted after all this time?" he asks, standing up from his desk, and walking over to you, kneeling in front of you so that you were forced to hold eye contact.

"You know, nobody else has been as daring as you, my dear," he hums softly. "Sending promiscuous texts about their teacher in the very class they're in. Rubbing their thighs together every time their teacher catches their eye." You shift in your seat, Jimin's words sparking the slightest of fires in your core. "Gazing ever so obviously at said teacher’s dick, too. Y/N, you amaze me. So, so brilliant. yet so, so naughty. You thought that nobody else would catch onto you? Unfortunately, you thought wrong."

"I'm s- sorry sir," you whisper out.

"You're just sorry that you got caught, Y/N. You'll keep doing this even after today," Jimin chuckles lowly. "Possibly even more after today," he adds on, taking note of how his words have affected you. Your pupils are dilated and your cheeks are starting to get flushed. "Such a dirty girl. I'm here trying to scold you, and here you are, getting turned on by my words. Is this why you ask so many questions, doll? To hear my voice?"

You bite your lip in a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness, nodding imperceptibly. The logical, studious side of you is thinking, oh my god, is this really happening? Am I going to fuck my teacher? I really shouldn’t be doing this. The relaxed, easygoing side of you (pretty much your horny side) is thinking, finally, it’s happening. I’m going to FINALLY be fucking Park Jimin.

"What else have you imagined about my voice, hm? How I'd whisper into your ear while pounding into you? Hear me moan as your tight cunt clenches around my dick? Tell you how good you're making me feel? Reminding you how much of a slut you are to fuck your teacher in the middle of his classroom, where anyone could walk in?" he continues, seeing you shift in your seat more. "Would you like that?" he asks.

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I would," you whisper. You have to consciously clench your thighs together to keep them from spreading at his words.

"Hm, I don't believe you. Try again another time, darling," he sighs, leaning back on his knees, getting ready to stand up. You don't want this, whatever it is, to be over that quickly so you make up your mind. Swallowing your pride and succumbing to the dull throb in your panties, you pout.

"But professor, I really do want you. I want you to make me feel good and I wanna make you feel good. Please," you whine out. "I wanna be thinking about you all the time because you fucked me so well in class. And when my friends talk about wanting to get in your pants, I want to be the only one who already has. Please, Mr. Park. I need you." you breathe out. At this point, the pressure in your core is rising steadily, and only intensifies when you see the way your teacher's eyes are glazed over in lust and eyebrows are furrowed. Your eyes travel down the expanse of his face to his lips, plump and pink. Oh, the number of times you've wished to kiss them, imagined them suckling on your clit. And now that Jimin knows, perhaps it's finally coming true.

"You'd like that, hm? God, you're so dirty," Jimin mutters, inching closer to you, cautiously placing a hand on your knee. Your legs instantly part to make room for him in between and he inches forward. "Does dirty talk really turn you on that much, Y/N? I can smell you through your panties," he remarks.

"Mr. Park, please do something," you whimper. And with that, Jimin pulls you over to his desk and sits you on the edge. You spread your legs and he stands in between them. He leans his head closer to you until he's next to your ear.

"Want me to get you off with my words? You seem to like that already and I haven't even tried, doll. Or perhaps," he pauses, bunching up your skirt so that it pools at your waist. "You want me to touch you?"

You nod eagerly, chest heaving in anticipation. "I want both Mr. Park. I want you," you purr salaciously. And with that, your teacher lets out a low growl and presses his lips onto yours harshly. It’s already bruising, but you just can’t get enough of the way he tastes of caramel and coffee and how ridiculously soft his lips are, so you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in even closer. He seems a little put off by how eager you are, but once he hears you sigh in enjoyment, he melts into your eager grasp.

His hands start sliding down your waist so that they are resting on your upper thighs, and he rubs comforting circles into them, trailing them closer and closer to your panties. He breaks off from the kiss to look down and smirks back at you before joining his lips to yours with even more fervor and you praise yourself for deciding to wear your lace thong today. You feel his tongue slide against your lips, asking for permission to enter and your mouth immediately complies.

The feeling of his hot breath on your lips and thumbs rubbing against the juncture of your thighs has you feeling needy for more. Jimin swirls the tip of his tongue against yours, the filthy action turning you on even more. You moan into his mouth and thread your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a low groan.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the two of you break apart. Chest heaving up and down, you take note of your teacher's face. His lips are redder and plumper than ever before. His cheeks have the faintest blush on them. His eyes, the ones that crinkle into a happy smile whenever you answer a question correctly in class, are now clouded over with deep lust.

"Get onto all fours. On the desk," Jimin commands, and you immediately comply. Now your ass is facing Jimin and you're very nearly completely exposed to him, save the thong you're wearing.

"God, you're such a slut," Jimin moans out at the sight. "Do you get dressed up like this just so you can get fucked in class? Such a short fucking skirt that I can see whatever you're wearing underneath whenever you bend over, hm? You wanted me to give in to you, doll?" When you nod weakly, he chuckles, "I don't think so."

Arching your back so your ass sticks out even more, you whine, "professor, please fuck me. I'm so fucking horny, please." Jimin cups your pussy from outside your panties and leans over you, "I don't think so, kitten. I'm the one calling the shots here." Your pussy flutters in response and Jimin slaps it lightly, chuckling. The brief stimulation has your cunt clenching around nothing.

He spreads your knees slightly and begins trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up your thighs to the arch of your back. Feeling his breath so close to your core has you getting wetter by the minute in anticipation. He finally hovers over your back, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, muttering, "I'm going to wreck you, Y/N", and you feel yourself clench in excitement.

"Then do it," you whisper, and Jimin hooks his fingers around the waistband of your thong and pulls it down, so slow that it's almost painful, exposing your heat to the cool air of the classroom and causing you to shiver in response.

You don't see it, but his eyes widen seeing the strings of your slick connecting your pussy to your panties. He takes a look at your core and his mouth starts watering. You're soaking and clenching around nothing, thighs shaking ever so slightly in anticipation.

He flattens his tongue and licks a flat stripe up your pussy, from your clit to your entrance. He pauses to suck some of your juices from it, but your cunt just keeps leaking them out. He runs his tongues through your folds over and over again until you let out a wanton moan.

Encouraged by your reaction, he hooks his arms around the side of your hips, nuzzling closer into your pussy. He laps at your cunt and purposely avoids your clit, only heightening the pressure in your core.

"Mr. Park," you whine out, pushing your hips back. "Please. More," you pant out. Suddenly, Jimin spanks your right ass cheek, rubbing his hand over the fleshy globe soothingly afterward. You let out a little yelp and turn around to catch his eyes.

"More what?" he spits out, smiling at you evilly. "My little slut's gotta tell me what she wants. How else would I give it to her?" your mind is foggy, pleasure causing you to lose track of everything other than the man behind you. "W- want you," you garble out, "t- to play with my clit too."

"What's the magic word, doll?" Jimin teases, breath fanning over your slit, causing your walls to clench erratically. "Please, Mr. Park," you whine, pushing your cunt closer to his face. He smirks at you, avoiding your advances.

"Good girl," he praises before finally positioning himself just barely in front of your clit. You feel him blow cool air onto your slit, but the temperature of it is magnified even more due to how wet you are. You whine out, expressing your displeasure, and Jimin finally indulges you by taking your throbbing button between his plush lips.

"F- fuck, sir, yes! Right there, please," you squeal, back arching even more. Jimin hums, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel yourself growing wetter, your entrance squeezing out more and more of your arousal down to where Jimin's lips are sucking. He momentarily pauses to flatten his tongue out, letting your juices drip onto them and slurping them up eagerly. The obscene noises behind you combined with the low thrum of student life just outside the classroom door mesh together to have you realize where exactly the two of you are doing this.

You glance at the clock, and your eyes widen. "Prof- oh my god, Pr- Professor Park," you moan out, trying to keep your focus. Jimin again hums, making you jolt in pleasure. "I- uh, there’s only ten minutes until the next block of classes start. I need t- to leave in around five." When Jimin releases from you with a pop, you can feel your slick running down your thighs and some dripping onto his desk. You feel a rush of excitement at the thought of everyone walking in during class to see the mess Jimin made of you on his desk and again squeeze around nothing.

"Well then," Jimin hums lazily, "guess you better cum within five minutes if you want to cum at all." He dives back into your heat, tongue skillfully running through your folds. He cycles between kitten licking and delivering harsh sucks to your clit and dipping his tongue into your entrance. You grind against his face in desperation to reach your release, and just when you finally feel it hurtling towards you at an alarming rate, suddenly, Jimin gets up.

He leans over you, trailing a hand up your slick-ridden thigh to cup your bare heat and mutters lowly in your ear, "time’s up." Your heart drops in frustration, and you whine out. Grinding into his palm, you beg for him to touch you once again, knowing nothing but how good he was making you feel just seconds ago. "Mr. P- Park, please. Make me cum," you cry out.

Jimin spanks your pussy, a wet echo sounding through the room. You jolt forward and your cunt leaks out even more of your arousal in response to the combination of pain and pleasure. "I said no," he hisses, "you couldn't cum in time, you don't deserve to cum."

"God, look at you, you're a mess. Bent over and spread out so desperately for me. You taste so sweet, doll. So responsive, too," Jimin murmurs, lazily rubbing your slit. He's, once again, avoiding your clit and driving you insane. Your sensitive nub is now swollen and throbbing with need, slick with your arousal.

"Has anyone touched you as well as I do, Y/N?" he asks. When you shake your head, he slaps your cunt again, another wet sound echoing through the room. "Words, baby girl," he goads, fingers dancing through your folds.

"N- no, sir. they can’t make me feel half as good as you did. I’ve al- I’ve always been thinking about having you touch m- my cunt and making me cum really hard. and I- shit I’m so needy sir, I wanna cum," you garble out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You feel Jimin’s hand leave your pussy, exposing your soaked heat to the cool air of the room. Slowly, he pulls your thong up your thighs and the light touches make you clench in desperation and whine out.

He marvels at the sight of you so fucked out in front of him. The way his top student was falling apart at the slightest touches he gave you. And the words you said. God, to have you say such filthy things in comparison to your gentle demeanor, all because of him, it really did something to him.

Jimin finishes clothing you and presses a kiss to the top of your ass and walks across the room to get some tissues to clean up the mess you made. Still perched on the desk, you watch him needily, thighs rubbing together to relieve some of the pressure from being denied your orgasm. "So I really don’t get to cum?" You ask meekly, holding back a sob. "I need to cum, Mr. Park."

He chuckles, "there’s a difference between need and want, doll. You want to cum, you don't need to cum. But what you do need," he returns to you, leaning down so that his face is right in front of yours, "is to get to your next class." Your face, once eagerly lit up in anticipation, has now fallen in disappointment.

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a "fine" and get off his desk, feeling your arousal make your thighs stick together. Your panties are uncomfortably damp and you’re so wet you can even smell yourself. "Can you make me cum later?" you question Jimin, sliding closer to him and playing with his tie, praying that he’ll be the one to make you release instead of having to do it yourself when you get home.

"If you play nice I might. If not, then… we’ll see," he hums, handing you a tissue to clean yourself up while heading to wipe down his desk. "I have a lunch meeting in the second half of the lunch block, so if you really need me, I’ll be here before then."

You grin and nod in excitement. "Cool! so I’ll-" you begin before the first students from the next class start filing in, making you jump. "The door wasn’t locked?" you whisper frantically to him. "We could have been caught, Jimin! Are you crazy?!"

He smirks at you, "didn’t you say you wanted it that way? Where anyone could walk in? I only did what you asked, doll." You’re left speechless as he continues. "Anyways, you should be in your next class pretty soon. I’ll write a note to your professor just in case you’re late. But get going, yeah? I’ll see you in time for our meeting." He hands you a slip of paper and straightens up, tossing the dirty tissues into the trash can in the corner of the room.

"Okay class, we’re going to get started soon. I presume you all did the reading, so just prepare for the discussion we’re going to be having about it when the bell rings," he calls out to the class. Turning to face you, he questions quietly with genuine concern, "you okay? Did I push you too much for our first time?"

Your mind swirls with thoughts. Our first time. The words fill you with giddy excitement. It’s just the two of you that know about this, the dirty things you were doing just minutes ago, very nearly getting caught. Knowing that this won’t be the only moment you guys are doing this, fills you with excitement.

"On the contrary, actually," you tease your teacher with a smile. "It was really nice honestly, but perhaps, you didn’t do enough." You bite your lip at the way Jimin's eyes darken and he looks away. "Get to class, Ms. L/N. The bell will ring any minute," he says lowly, jaw slightly clenched. Your core throbs at the sight and you head towards the door.

"Goodbye, Mr. Park. Thank you!" you call out, catching sight of Lisa, who raises her eyebrows at you teasingly and mouths text me. Blushing, you nod at her before leaving the room to go to your next class.

Being "one of the smartest students on campus" comes with its perks. Like right now, for example. You always (somehow) come to class overprepared, so when your next teacher gives you a day to work on your project (which you've already finished), you head to the back of the room to text Lisa in private.

from lisa: dude wtf was that you were literally talking to Mr. Park outside of ur class time with him

from lisa: omg wait don't tell me you fucked him

from lisa: did you

to lisa: NO I DID NOT OMG I wish tho lmao

to lisa: I was asking him for help on the paper he's assigning us and to proofread it and stuff before I submit it

from lisa: omg I forgot he assigned us that shit

to lisa: dude lmao its due in a week or so you have plenty of time

from lisa: ugh literally he's such a hottie why does he have to be so into teaching

to lisa: sis commitment to something is hot

from lisa: omg ur right wait a sec tho

from lisa: dude

from lisa: omg

from lisa: he definitely has a boner

Knowing that you were likely the cause of it, you shift in your seat cockily, smiling slyly to yourself while looking down.

to lisa: whAT

to lisa: wait how big is it

from lisa: ok I dont think he’s fully hard yet he's like semi hard but barely

from lisa: LMFAO Y/N don't worry I think he’s packing seems kinda thick too

Taking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. You imagine him slowly sinking into you and making you whimper at his size. Him seeing your face and growling, "if you’re really a good girl, you should be able to take it." You cross your legs tightly and rock up and down in a lame attempt to diminish the rising pressure between your thighs and look back down at your phone.

to lisa: pls thats so hot

from lisa: IKR I want him to r a i l me

to lisa: or eat me out… have you sEEN those lips of his wtf

from lisa: on god do not get me started

to lisa: pls i bet he’d be the type to tease you

Oh Lisa, if only you knew the truth behind those words.

from lisa: YES hes lowkey cocky bc he knows like the entire fucking population simps for him

from lisa: he’s def gonna make you beg to cum

to lisa: pls thats hot do not get me riled up in class istg

from lisa: too late i've already started babe ;)

You continue texting Lisa throughout the entirety of your class. Finally, you look at the clock and seeing that there are only a few more minutes till the class ends, you wrap up your conversation with her.

to lisa: hey btw i’m gonna be coming to lunch late… save me a seat at our regular spot?

from lisa: when ur best friend is a teachers pet :(( fiNE I guess I will

to lisa: love u!! xx

from lisa: love you too nerd xoxo

The bell finally rings, signaling the start of the lunch break and you immediately stand up and walk out the door, bidding your teacher goodbye and thanks.

Running into the bathroom, you do a quick check of your appearance. You tug up your skirt a bit higher and tuck in your shirt so that your outfit accentuates your curves. You glance at your face and notice how abnormally large your pupils are in comparison to most days. Jimin has completely ruined you today, just like he said he would. I'm going to wreck you, Y/N. His words echo in your ears as you make your way out to his classroom. Trying to ignore how uncomfortably wet your panties are, you knock on the door to his room.

You hear a smooth voice answer with a, "come in," and take a deep breath before opening the door to see Jimin sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head. He scans you up and down, eyes taking in every inch of your figure. "Nice outfit alterations," he notes, patting his laps as a hint for you to sit on it. You quickly lock the door and make your way to him, placing one leg on each side of him so that you’re now straddling his thighs. "Is this all for me?" he asks and you tuck your head down, suddenly shy now that all his attention is on you again.

"Mhm, depends on whether you like it or not" you smile timidly, hands reaching out to play with his tie again. He laughs. "Princess, I’m conflicted. You do look very nice, all dolled up for me like this. It’d be a shame if I were to ruin your efforts. But on the other hand," he remarks, "you’ve very nearly crossed the line for indecent exposure. What if another teacher caught you like this? you would get in trouble, hm? And what if it were a student to see you like this? What would they think of you then?" He questions, causing your cheeks to burn at his words.

"They would think I- that I’m a whore. I- and that I dress up like this just so I can pass my classes," you whisper out, biting your lips in a combination of excitement and humiliation. You can feel yourself start to throb again and you start to rut against Jimin’s thighs. He shifts you over so that you are sitting on only one and slightly bounces his leg. The stimulation to your neglected cunt sends a shock running through your body and you squeeze your thighs around his.

"Look at you, so fucking desperate to cum. You think that you aren’t a little whore already, so needy for me this quickly, hm? Do you really think you deserve to cum?" He hums, admiring the way you’re worked up. He pushes up your skirt and slaps your thigh just underneath your ass. You shift away as a reaction, causing your clit to get the stimulation it finally deserved. The way your underwear rubs against your neglected bundle of nerves causes you to let out a groan and drop your head to Jimin's shoulder. He spanks you this time, making you yelp. "I asked you a question, doll."

"Mmhm, yeah," you whine out, "I deserve t- to cum, sir." At this point, your hips are moving on their own accord, shifting back and forth desperately against Jimin's thigh. He grabs your waist tightly, holding you still. "Look at me," he commands, bouncing his thigh. You mewl into his shoulder, the change in motion making you lose focus. He spanks you again, the sound echoing around the room. "Listen to directions, sweetheart. Or else you’ll get punished," he warns.

You lift your head to look at Jimin, faces just inches apart. His eyes scan over your face, lingering on your lips. Slowly, you lean towards him, closing the distance between you two. He gives into your eager kiss and you glide your hands up his firm chest to run your fingers through his hair. He starts bouncing you on his thigh and you groan into his mouth. Breaking apart panting, you place your forehead against Jimin’s, moving your hips back and forth harder to increase the pressure going to your clit.

"God, Y/N, you’re so wet," Jimin pants while looking down at the way your clothed pussy drags over his thigh. "I can feel you soaking through my slacks," he says, shifting you over. just like he said, there is now a wet spot on his thigh from where you just were. Thankfully, it’s barely noticeable, but if you focus enough, you can see it.

"What are you going to do about it, hm? I have classes to teach, meetings to attend. Do you want people to see the mess you made all over me?" He hisses, spanking you to elicit an answer. "N- no, sir. I’m s- sorry," you whisper out, eyes clenched, still rutting against him. You feel your orgasm bubbling up as every second passes.

"I don't think you're sorry, doll. Look at you making a mess all over me through your panties. You're absolutely soaked, so fucking desperate to cum," he tuts, clenching his thigh muscles purposely. You gasp and shove your head into the crook of Jimin's neck, letting out a low groan.

"Mr. Park, I'm so wet because of you. I- god, I wanna cum. please. I'm so close," you mewl into him, legs starting to tighten around his thigh.

You shut your eyes, feeling your impending orgasm build up. Right when you're about to let go, Jimin holds your hips in place tightly, preventing you from moving. Squeaking out, you make an attempt to shift your pussy over his thighs. It's no use because you can feel it start to drift away slowly and you look at him in need. Tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you plead, "S- sir I need you to touch me again. Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jimin smiles cockily, lifting you onto his desk and spreading your legs after stripping you of your panties. You lean back so that you face the ceiling. Your eyes roll back once you feel him take your clit into his mouth. You moan and arch your back off of the desk, thighs involuntarily clenching around his head.

"God, Mr. Park, yes! O- oh, fuck, please," you blabber out incoherently, your mind hazy and overwhelmed with pleasure. "More," you whimper out without thinking.

Jimin disconnects from your heat to look up at you, murmuring, "Greedy little slut wants it all, huh? Won't even ask nicely for it. Tell me what you want, Y/N. Beg for it, and I might just give it to you."

"God, I- I want it all, professor," you call out, wiggling your hips in search of stimulation that never comes. "Want you to stuff me with your f- fingers and lick my p- pussy and make me cum. Want you to fuck me r- raw with your fat cock from behind and sp- and spank me. Want you to ma- make me cry from cumming so hard just as much as you have from not letting me cum. A- and I want you to leave hi- hickies on my thighs so that if I bend over, p- people are gonna know how much of a cockslut I am, just for you."

"Yeah? Well, I can tell you this," Jimin says, fingers dancing up your thigh closer to your sick-ridden core. "You are a cockslut. So fucking dirty. Most people come to class to learn but it seems that you come here to get off." He inserts a finger into you and your walls immediately clamp down on it. He moves the digit in and out of you smoothly, your arousal allowing the smoothest of motions. "You like that, baby? Finally having something in that tight cunt of yours?" You nod at his question, adding on "want more, sir."

"Not enough? Greedy little bitch. look at you, so needy. What are you gonna do when I have my cock out, hm?" He shoves a second finger into you and starts curling them into your heat. You arch your back to the ceiling and he hovers over you. For a moment, there’s nothing but the squelch of his fingers in your wet pussy and your panting as he stares into your eyes. Jimin's eyebrows are furrowed and he’s biting his lip - he’s focusing on something.

That "something" becomes apparent when, all of a sudden, you nearly sit upright and let out a loud moan of pleasure, "Fuck, Mr. Park! right there." His fingers continue rubbing that special spot inside you repeatedly and your legs start shaking ever so slightly. You look back at him to see a smug smile on his face. "I found it," he chuckles as you writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss you, lips melding together.

He keeps fingering you, bringing his thumb up to ghost over your clit ever so slightly to provide enough pleasure to bring you close to your orgasm but just not enough to make you cum. You whine against his lips and he breaks the kiss, asking "you want to cum, doll?" to which you weakly nod. "Then fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how much of a little slut you are for me. How you’re a cocksleeve for me, so wet and needy as soon as I touch you, so ready for me to fuck you." He stills his digits inside of you and you buck your hips on them, rolling your pelvis repeatedly in an attempt to get to your orgasm. You reach down to provide some stimulation to your clit, but he smacks it away.

"Jim- professor, it’s not enough. I- I need more, please." Tears start welling up in your eyes at the thought of not cumming for the third time. Jimin kisses your temple, the gentle action reminding you that he’s not going to do something you can’t handle. "Please, Mr. Park. I wanna cum," you whine out, hips jerking back and forth in a pathetic attempt to chase after your high.

"Show me then, Y/N. how much you want it. A good girl can show me that she wants it bad enough and will make herself come on my fingers alone. She’s not greedy. She doesn’t need to touch herself too. She just needs my fingers to cum. I know you can be a good girl, Y/N," he goads. "Can you show me what the pretty little face of yours looks like when you cum? I bet you’ll look so beautiful, even more than you are right now, all fucked out for me."

"Hhngh, sir I- I’m trying," you pant out. "It’s just not enough. I promise I'm a good girl, I swear. Please let me cum. Oh god, I wanna cum." At this point, you’re nearly crying. You haven't ever been edged like this and are desperate for release.

Jimin sees this and purposefully retracts his hand from your cunt covered in your honeyed juices, glistening in the lights of his classroom. "Professor Park, please," you choke out weakly, chest constricting in disappointment. With a soft smile, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and cleans them off, savoring the flavor of you.

"Be a good girl for the rest of the day and then I’ll let you cum, baby," he hums. "You promise?" you plead, holding onto his arm desperately.

"I promise, Y/N," he kisses you gently and you taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue, the filthy action causing your clit to throb even more. Combined with the way your cunt is still clenched tight in preparation for an orgasm that won’t come soon, you can definitely say that you can't wait for the school day to come to an end.

"Go to lunch, doll. I have a meeting soon. Don’t think of me too much, hm? Gotta keep those straight A’s the way they are," Jimin teases, pulling down your skirt slowly, fingers just grazing your thighs. He grabs your panties. "Oh, and I think I'll keep these for now," he says cheekily, putting them in his pocket. "They didn’t seem to be doing their job when you were riding my thigh."

You watch him in shock, cheeks flushing red hot. "I- okay. uh, I’m going to lunch now, Jimin. Have a good lunch and meeting, I guess?" you say awkwardly, shuffling to the door with him, tugging your skirt down.

"Jimin? We’re on a first-name basis already, Y/N? Don’t let anybody hear you call me that in class, baby," he winks, holding the door open and you nod, preoccupied with the little "situation" your skirt just barely hides. You can feel yourself still leaking down your inner thighs, and pray that nobody’s going to notice when you walk into the dining hall.

"Ugh! Bitch, what took you so long?" Lisa exclaims when you sit down next to her with your lunch. You pout. "I wasn't even gone for that long."

"Ha! That long, my ass. You were gone for more than half of the break! I had to tell Jaebum and his cronies to fuck off on my own! I’m not as intimidating when you’re not around, though, so I don’t think it worked. They’ll probably come over again soon." Lisa rolls her eyes. You snort, "One of them probably likes you, that’s why they keep bothering you."

"They just like any female and will take what they can get," Lisa mutters, "but anyway! How was your meeting with Mr. Park? Did you solve his boner problem?" she wiggles her eyebrows.

You clear your throat. "No, Lisa I did not. I'm obviously above that," you say in a sarcastic tone. "I simply offered to," you tease. Lisa squeals and slaps your arm in response. "But for real though," she says. "Anyone that gets to hook up with mister Park Jimin automatically wins at life," and you hum in agreement.

You scan at the dining hall around you and catch the eye of Jaebum sitting with his friend group. He winks at you and you roll your eyes and stand up, "come on Lisa, let’s go. Those assholes are going to come over any second if we stay here any longer." You drag her to your guys’ next class.

The bell rings and the two of you burst out of the classroom. Thank god that’s over. Only one more class left, you think to yourself, gripping your books tighter to your chest in excitement.

"Jesus fuck, since when were you this eager to get to the last class of the day, Y/N? I thought you loved staying in school for as long as possible," Lisa huffs out. You steer her into the direction of your locker, right across from Jimin’s classroom.

"I'm picking up my books, you dummy. Be grateful I paid for this locker because otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to put your books here." You put in the code and exchange your books while Lisa checks herself in the magnetic mirror attached to the door. you have to be careful when bending over because otherwise you’ll flash the entire school, so you do a weird sit-squat thing. "Geeking out over lockers? You act as if you’re still in high school, Y/N," Lisa teases. "Only during the school day," you wink up at her.

Lisa spots someone through the reflection of the mirror and groans out. "Incoming," she warns, rolling her eyes and turning around. "Wha-" you begin when you get cut off by a smooth voice behind you.

"Damn, L/N. didn’t know you wore skirts this short on campus. Looks good on you," the guy winks. "But it would look even better on my bedroom floor." You hold back a gag and turn to Lisa, raising your eyebrows in exasperation.

"Wow, I see the originality," Lisa says in the most sickeningly sweet voice. "What do you want, Jaebum?" He chuckles and places an arm over your head, leaning over you. "Well, I’m having a party tonight, and it would be amazing if you two little ladies could attend. Be mine and Jackson’s plus one?" he says. You’re about to say no when he leans in closer to you, inches away from your face, "plus you can get the high-quality drinks for free, not the cheap booze we leave out for the randos who show up."

"You’re probably gonna drug them or something. No thanks, dickwad." you huff out after a second’s hesitation, pushing him away, ready to go to your next class. "Nah, baby. I may be a fuckboy but at least I've got morals. Whaddya say? You get me off, I get you off? Maybe make you cum so many times it starts hurting? You look like you haven’t been able to get an orgasm in a while, you’re so uptight, L/N," Jaebum smirks.

"You fuckin-" you start to hiss out but you’re shut off again. This time it’s by someone different. Jimin. "Mr. Lim, I don’t think it’s necessarily appropriate to discuss your sexual endeavors while in an academic setting. I’ll be letting you off with a warning for now." He turns to you, eyes flitting across your DIY skimpy outfit. You feel your cunt leak more of your honeyed juices under his piercing gaze and clamp your thighs together to keep them from dripping down your thighs. "And Ms. L/N, I expected better from you. You’re not typically one to do these things in a school environment. Get to class, the two of you," he says, turning back to his classroom.

"Oh," he adds, "and Y/N. fix your outfit. I would hate to see you get dress coded by a teacher who isn’t as lenient." You, Lisa, and Jaebum stare at his back in shock as he heads inside his classroom.

"Well, uh, that just happened," Lisa states, turning to you. "Ready to go?" you nod numbly, mind swirling with embarrassment and excitement as you tug down your skirt. The two of you walk to the last class of the day while Jaebum calls out, "my place after 11, L/N! I’ll be waiting!", making you wince. Great, now a bunch of people are gonna think you’re hooking up with him.

The last bell of the day finally rings, and you head to your locker after bidding Lisa goodbye. You put your books in your locker and head to the bathroom to fix your clothes. You decide to tease Jimin even more by adjusting your skirt so that it ends just at the bottom of your ass. It’s a terribly risky decision; if you walk too fast, you risk flashing everyone. You’ve tried to wipe the slick off the juncture of your thighs, but it keeps getting replaced with more of your arousal.

You speed walk down the halls and fling open the door to see that Jimin isn’t in his classroom - or so you think. Once you take a few steps into the room, you hear the door shut behind you and lock. Jimin looks at you up and down. "You didn’t fix your outfit, Ms. L/N. Looks like I’ll have to dress code you for indecent exposure then," he hums, heading to his desk to take out a slip of paper.

"Wait Jimin, what? I thought we were- um. You know, going to-" you splutter out, realizing he was actually serious. You can’t have this on your academic record! What would your parents think?

"Going to what? Fuck? Seems like you already have someone else for that, Y/N," he shakes his head, grabbing a pen. You reach forward quickly to stop him, hand, gripping his forearm in desperation.

"No Mr. Park, I- I never told Jaebum yes. I just-" you try to explain, but Jimin cuts you off. "You what?" he asks bitingly, taking you by surprise. "Did you think that you could just come back and hop on my dick after nearly making out with another guy? God, you really are a slut, aren’t you?"

You rub your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the steadily mounting pressure in your core at Jimin’s words. "Look at you, I told you to fix your outfit and you fucking pulled up your skirt. You pulled it up. You don’t listen to me, talk to your friends about how much you want me to rail you, and yet let other guys make plans to hook up with you. And you expect me to let you cum after all of that?" he continues, noticing the effect he has on you. "You really think I should let you cum, Y/N? I'll tell you what I think. I think I should leave you like this, dripping and needy for me. So ready to get fucked by me but not being able to."

Your eyes widen, "no, please professor, no!"

"Should I jack off in front of you and not let you touch me? Maybe then would you learn your lesson? Or maybe I should spank your ass till it’s blue you’re unable to sit. Would that work, hm? What if I just send you back to the dorms? You could ask Jaebum to touch you, even if he can’t make you half the mess I can," he continues, pushing you onto his desk. He grabs your jaw and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him, humiliated, with tears in your eyes.

"Aw," he pouts sarcastically, "is the baby crying? Because I didn’t let her cum? Well, princess, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Little cocksluts like you don’t deserve to cum so easily."

"P- professor, please. You can punish me. Teach me a lesson. B- but just please let me cum." You whimper out, attempting to cross your legs together to assuage your aching clit, but Jimin stops you by holding your knee with his other hand.

He slowly trails his hands up your bare thigh, admiring the way your soft skin seems to get chills at his touch. He pushes you back onto the desk and you prop yourself up your elbows to look at him. "Are you a cockslut, Y/N?" he asks, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers.

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I’m nothing but a hole for you to fuck," you whimper meekly as he pushes up your skirt. He pushes apart your thighs and tugs you to the edge of the desk. "Damn right you are. Nothing but a little whore that I can use to get off. I’m going to fuck you here in school like you’ve never been fucked before. And this dick you’ve been thinking about all this time, it’s going to finally be in you, and I better not hear any complaints," Jimin growls, pumping his length in his hand. "No sir," you whimper out.

"You on the pill?" he asks, to which you reply with a yes. He teases your slit with the pink head of his cock and your entrance flutters at the touch. "But on another note, tell me if you want to stop. I don’t want to push you too much."

You smile, "Jimin, you’re being too kind. I promise I'll tell you. But I did say before perhaps you weren’t doing enough. Mr. Park, I want you to ruin me," you bite your lips, mimicking his words from earlier in the day. He cocks his head in amusement.

"Don’t worry princess, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing." Without warning, he thrusts forward into your heart, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. The girth of his cock stretches open your cunt with painful pleasure. Once he’s sheathed inside you, you can feel him very near your cervix.

You let out a shaky breath but it’s cut off as he continues thrusting in and out of you, wet slaps echoing through the room. "M- Mr. Park-" you moan incoherently.

"Fucking take it, Y/N. You wanted me to ruin you? Well here I am doing it; be fucking grateful." he rolls his hips into yours, hands gripping your sides harshly.

"Th- thank you Mr. Park, s- so much," you nearly sob out, almost crying at the relief of being fucked. You’re so turned on that your walls are clenching around Jimin’s dick so hard that he grips your jaw harshly. Gritting his teeth, he spits, "loosen up, babe. You’re so fuckin’ tight." You whine and try to relax but the stimulation Jimin’s providing has your eyes rolling back instead.

He snakes a hand down to your stomach and under your skirt, circling your throbbing clit. Your pussy flutters at the stimulation and you bite your lip harshly. He changes his angle slightly, causing your thighs to start shaking. His precum and your honeyed juices drip out your sopping cunt, the sound of wet slaps echoing around the room.

"Mmmmh," you moan out softly, back arching slightly. You can feel Jimin hitting your g-spot with impeccable accuracy each time. Doubled with the way his thumb is rubbing circles on your sensitive clit, you feel yourself reaching your orgasm. You try to suppress the giveaway signs of your impending release, knowing that Jimin, in order to "teach you a lesson" of sorts, is likely to take it away from you, so you attempt to just breathe out, "Jimin, fuck, it feels so good."

"Yeah, you like that, baby?" he thrusts into you deeper and harder and you bite your upper lip to stop your moans from slipping out. "Come on Y/N, let me hear those pretty little moans. Let everyone else know how well I'm fucking you, how good I make you feel," Jimin urges.

As soon as he utters those words, you give in, letting high pitched whimpers spill from your lips. Your pussy lets out filthy squelching noises at each of his thrusts, your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the desk. You feel your walls tightening around his cock and try to fight it off, but Jimin can already tell of your impending orgasm. He pulls out of you, leaving your warm and soaked cunt open to the air.

"Fuck," you exclaim in frustration, bringing your hands up to cover your face so Jimin doesn’t see your face, tears starting to spill down your face. It’s frustrating you so much that he won’t let you cum. That he enjoys seeing you whimpering and teary-eyed for him. Your thighs haven’t stopped shaking and Jimin parts them after you close them. He pulls down your arms and smiles evilly.

"Well, what do we have here," he exclaims, "looks like the baby finally did start crying. Come on, Y/N, I thought you had it in you. But look at how you’re spread out on this desk for me, such a fucking mess. I bet you like it, huh? Dirtying up my desk with that cunt of yours."

"I need to cum, Mr. Park," you choke out, trying to gather your thoughts. "I need to cum now." your teacher’s eyes narrow and he grips your thighs harshly. "What did you say to me?" he asks, a tone laced with dangerous amusement.

"You heard me. I-," you hesitate for a moment, but decide you’ve already put yourself through enough teasing today. You muster up your courage before saying, "I want you to make me cum now."

There’s a moment’s silence before you add on shamelessly, "o- or if it’s too much to ask of you, I- I’ll just find someone else to help me do it. Maybe Jaebum? He promised a good time a- and said he would let me cum as many times as I want."

Jimin grabs you by the chin and pulls you up. "You’re such a fucking brat, Y/N." Shifting his hand so it’s gripping your throat, he mutters, "you don’t fucking learn, do you? I thought you were smart, hm? But has the need for sex made you lose your sense? Made you turn into a dumb little bitch, ready to bend over for anyone because you’re so horny? And here I was thinking you were better than that. That you had standards. Perhaps I was wrong, hm? Would you like to tell me?"

You try to look down, away from his piercing glare, but he turns your chin to look back at him. Humiliation courses through your veins as Jimin’s gaze wanders down your body scathingly. "Look at you," he coos sarcastically. "Y/N, baby, you’re such a fucking mess. Pathetic." Suddenly, he lifts you off the desk and bends you over it, cheek pressing the top and ass exposed over the edge to him. You whimper at the feeling of your shirt being stickied from your arousal left on the table from just a few minutes ago. You try moving away from it, but Jimin holds you in place.

"Are you afraid that everyone else is going to see the mess on your shirt, Y/N? Is that why you’re trying to move?" he hovers over you from behind. "Or perhaps," he continues, hot breath tickling over the shell of your ear, "you want to continue being a brat. Make me punish you until you’re begging for me to make it stop."

He spanks you, the sound echoing across the room before you register the sting of his action. You clench involuntarily and let out the slightest of whimpers. "Fucking hell, are you this turned on? Making noises even if I don’t touch your filthy little pussy?" he asks, smacking your behind again. You bite down on your lip to avoid giving him the answer he already knows.

"Count for me. Be good and maybe I’ll finally let you cum." he commands, spanking your right ass cheek again. "O- one!" you groan. He spanks your left side, the stinging sensation causing you to leak more arousal. "Louder, Y/N. Let me hear you," he hisses, hand in your hair, and pulls you up slightly. "T- two," you stammer. another slap echoes across the room. "Three! God Mr. Park, please." At this point, you’re not even sure what you’re begging for; your mind is numb with lust.

"T- twenty! Agh, fuck, please," you squirm under Jimins grasp. The throbbing of your clit has increased tenfold, and you can practically feel the shaking of your thighs through the desk.

Jimin slips his hand between your legs, feeling the soft flesh of your inner thighs slicked with your juices. "You’re fucking dripping, Y/N. Look at you. Did getting punished turn you on this much, doll?" He swipes up your slit, teasing your fluttering hole. You scrunch your eyes in displeasure and try to back up into him, only to be stopped by a harsh smack onto your already throbbing cunt. You yelp and flop back on the desk, cheek pressing the surface.

You feel him rubbing his dick against your folds and sigh in relief. Suddenly, Jimin slams into you from behind with no warning causing you to let out a harsh groan. "Ah, professor!" you exclaim, balling your fists in pleasure at finally being stimulated. His cock seems even bigger from this angle, and your entrance stings delectably at the way he splits you open.

"You feel how tight your pussy is, princess? How tight it is for me? Nobody else makes you feel this needy. Nobody," Jimin mutters in your ear after pulling you up. He pulls your head back by your hair, exposing your neck, which he plants wet kisses on. He reaches down in front of you, tracing an achingly slow path from your stomach to your slit with his fingers. You’re reaching your orgasm at an embarrassingly fast rate due to all of the edging you’re been through, so when Jimin finally brushes over your clit, it’s no surprise that your walls tighten even more instantaneously.

"Ji- ‘m gonna cum," you moan wantonly. "Yeah? Is my little slut finally going to cum?" He hisses out at the way you tighten around him. You nod desperately, gripping his arm rubbing figure eights over your sensitive bud.

"Oh god, Jimin, I feel it coming. Please please please let me cum. I'm being good for you, Mr. Park, please let me cum," you sob out incoherently as Jimin continues railing you from behind. You feel the ridges of his cock brushing your walls and shudder at his ministrations.

"Let go, princess, I got you. Cum for me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel," Jimin snarls, snapping his hips into yours, eager to get you to finally melt in his arms. You feel your orgasm crashing over you and you clamp down on his dick, legs shaking in relief. Jimin's grip on your hair tightens as he feels you pulsing around him, getting impossibly tight. Nevertheless, he continues thrusting into you.

You mewl, trying to shift away from Jimin's hold as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing figure eights into them, "J- too m- much," you whimper out, straining against his arms.

"Yeah?" his smooth voice asks, "but I thought you wanted to cum, princess? Didn't you? I need to cum, Mr. Park. I need to cum now." He mocks you. “Well, that's what I'm doing doll. I'm. Making. You. Cum," he emphasizes each word with a harsh thrust, jolting you forward.

You're being reduced to a mess, tears streaming down your face and slick dripping down your thighs. You can feel your gummy walls tightening more and more on their own accord, without even trying. Without even realizing it, you've changed from trying to move away from Jimin's fingers to grinding down on his dick.

Jimin, however, notices this. "God, you're such a slut, Y/N. Weren't you just asking me to stop?" He raises your left leg onto the desk, allowing him to have more access to your folds. He slaps your clit when you don’t give a response and you yelp, clenching down on his dick. He slaps you a couple more times, and your cunt drips even more, making your thighs sticky with your honeyed juices. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm once again from his motions.

Suddenly, Jimin pushes you back on his desk and begins hammering into you from behind. "You're going to cum again, aren't you? Filthy little girl, didn't you just cum? Are you really that needy for some dick?" You try to hold back a whimper from his words but it slips from your lips. "You're really a whore, aren't you, baby?"

In response, Jimin spanks you, and you yelp. "Keep doing that," he hisses when you clench down on his dick. "You like being punished, don't you?" You nod meekly in response. He smacks your already reddened ass again and you hiss at the stinging sensation. Paired with the pleasure his cock is giving you, thrusting so deep into you, you can feel yourself practically getting high off the feeling.

Jimin feels you cumming before you realize it yourself. His hips nearly stutter at the way your walls have clenched around his dick. He opts to rut his hips into yours, no longer being able to thrust in and out due to how tight you are. He reaches under your body to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit and you start cumming again, clenching erratically around his dick. "You cumming, Y/N? Be a good girl and let go for me. Get this fat cock all wet," he commands. You ball up your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pleasure coursing through your veins. Riding the course of your high, you wish for nothing more but to be in the moment.

When you come down from your orgasm, Jimin finally pulls his hard dick out of you. You feel his precum and your cum drip down your thighs. Whining, you rub them together to get rid of the feeling but it only serves to make you stickier. Jimin parts your thighs and runs a hand up them to cup your pussy, pausing to feel your cunt still clenching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He smacks your abused heat, jolting you forwards and causing you to grit your teeth in overstimulation.

He flips you over, spreading your legs open. He leans over you, rubbing the tip of his dick over your swollen and throbbing clit, making you shiver. "Prof- professor, I can’t-" you begin but are interrupted my Jimin quickly shoving into you. Gasping, you clench down onto his dick, eyes rolling back into your head.

"You can, Y/N, and you fucking will," he grunts harshly, snapping his hips into yours. You grasp at his arm after feeling him in you deeper than before. The head of his cock nearly kisses your cervix and his impossibly hard dick stretches your tight cunt open even more, making you wince at the pleasurable pain.

"I- oh god, I really can’t. It feels-" you choke out through your tears. "It feels too- oh!" your head rolls back as Jimin hooks your legs over his shoulders, creating a new angle of penetration. He rubs your clit ever so slightly, the abused bundle of nerves pulsing under his touch. "It feels too what?" he hisses, rolling his hips upward so that his tip just barely grazes your g-spot. Too good, you want to say, but pleasure is clouding your mind and you can’t get the words out.

"That’s it, baby," he hums, "taking my fat cock so well even though you’re so- shit, you’re so fucking tight. Are you gonna cum again, hm? Cream all over my dick and make another mess?" you’re being reduced to a blathering mess, Jimin’s name rolling off the tip of your tongue. "Yeah? Can’t even hold it back a little? Even though I let you cum so many times, you still want more? Greedy little bitch," he spits at you.

When you clench down at his words, he starts pistoning his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing around the room. His cock seems to be splitting you open even more, and you can feel every pulse of his dick on your walls. "Fuck, Y/N. I’m going to cum," he groans.

"I- I’m close too, Mr. Park. It- fuck, it feels really good," you breathe out as Jimin leans down over you. He slows his hips down, opting to roll his hips smoothly and brushing over your g-spot with painful accuracy. Hovering over you, his stare bores into yours, eyes flitting down to your lips, reddened and swollen from you biting them. You whimper and tilt your chin up towards him and he leans his head down to yours.

He lets his lips ghost over yours, warm breath brushing over your lips as his hips grind into yours. "P- please," you beg, and Jimin finally relents and melds his lips to yours, bringing the two of you into a searing kiss, groaning as you near each of your highs. You break the kiss to gasp out, "I’m c- cumming again Mr. Park."

"Yeah?" he breathes surprisedly, "your little pussy’s that sensitive that you’re gonna- fuck, you’re cumming already? So quickly?" he leans down as your orgasm washes over you, this one hitting you slowly and harshly. You arch your back into Jimin’s chest, hands gripping at the collar of his shirt. His thumb continues to gently rub over your clit, causing you to roll your eyes back into your head at the overstimulation. You start shaking underneath him, squirming to get away from the overload of senses, but he holds you in place as you ride your high for what seems to be like an eternity.

"That's a good girl," he soothes as you continue to writhe underneath him. "Look at you, stuffed so full of my cock it’s making you cry. Does that feel good, darling?" you nod, sobbing. When your orgasm starts to fade away, spots of white dotting your vision, he still doesn’t stop thrusting into you.

You bite your lip, and seeing that he’s close, you whisper, "M- Mr. Park, I want you t- to cum too. I- in me." His hips stutter at your words. "Shit, yeah? You’d let me do that?"

You nod, "want you to fill me up w- with your cum and s- stuff me so full of it that it’s gonna be in me for days. And I wanna fe- fuck, I wanna feel you in me even when I’m alone, professor." At your words, Jimin lets out a slightly animalistic growl and leans in. "You’d like that, huh?" he asks. "Me fucking you so well till you can’t think straight? Putting my cum in you so that when you walk out of here, it’s dripping down your pretty little thighs, making you look like the filthy little slut you really are? You think you deserve that?"

"Please, sir, I really want it," you beg, "please." With that, Jimin attaches his lips onto yours again, grinding his hips into yours even deeper as he finally orgasms. He doesn’t stutter his hips as he continues his ministrations, even though he can feel your walls desperately squeezing around him, milking his cock of its seed. You feel the thick ropes of his warm cum painting your inner walls every second. Each time he pulls out slightly, a bit of it leaks out of your cunt, dripping down your ass onto his desk. He continues fucking his cum into you until he’s satisfied with the way you’re shivering under him.

For a moment, all is still, nothing but the sound of the two of your breathing filling the air as you stare into each other’s eyes. "Um-," you begin, and Jimin quickly looks away, brushing his thumb over his plump lips. So that just happened. I fucked my teacher. I fucked Park Jimin.

"Wait here," he mutters, making your heart drop in disappointment. You nod, offering him a weak smile. Seeing this, Jimin reassures you, "don’t worry, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be right back," and cautiously steps out of the room after clothing himself.

You take this moment to recollect what exactly happened. Okay, so you just fucked your teacher. It still hasn’t sunk in yet, and probably won’t till you leave to clean yourself and look at the marks he’s made on your thighs and ass. You can’t help the giddiness you feel, like a kid who got the best candy bar in the world. After all, you got to hook up with your crush - in fact, the entire campus’s crush. The door creaks open and Jimin returns with some paper towels and wipes.

"H- hey," he smiles nervously. For the first time, he’s the one that’s stuttering. "Let me clean you up. It’s the least I could do after putting you through so much today." He spreads your legs gently, cheeks flushed, and begins wiping off the slick and cum between your thighs.

"Jimin, you didn’t do anything bad, calm down. Well, I mean you fucked your student? But other than that you’re fine. I really liked it," you try to explain, stumbling over your words. He looks at you incredulously, but shakes his head, smiling. "I don't want to tell anyone about this," you continue, "and I highly doubt you will, so this can stay as our little secret."

"Well looks like someone got fucked a little too happy. How come you never smile this much when I’m teaching, hm?" Jimin jokes after he finishes cleaning you up, kissing your knee gently. He hands you your thong that he’s kept for half the day and tells you to put it on.

"You’re still going to the party, right? Jaebum’s?" he asks and you shrug. "You should go. Have a fun time there, drinking and all that stuff." He leans into you, whispering into your ear, "and if that rascal wants to get into your pants, he’s going to see your soaked panties covering up that precious little cunt of yours stuffed with all that cum of mine. Maybe then he’ll finally back off," he smirks.

You blush, "maybe, Mr. Park. You know, you’re pettier than I thought you’d be." Standing up, to face him, he pulls you in by the waist till your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck and he leans in, whispering, "well, Y/N, I don’t think you knew too much about me in the first place." Closing the gap between the two of you, you give him a peck on the lips, which quickly turns into a more heated kiss, lips melding together and tongues colliding. When you break apart, a faint blush on the two of your cheeks, Jimin smiles fondly at you and you look away.

"Well," you hum contentedly, "if I don’t know much about you now, I’d at least like to get to know you better in the future."

"One day," he breathes out. "One day."

Your grin, disentangling yourself from his arms. "One day soon, I hope. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you next class. Goodbye prof- Jimin. Have a great weekend."

He smiles softly, walking you to the door. "You too, Y/N. If you do end up going to that party, have fun. Stay safe."

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Pink Lace - Bonus

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut

Summary: Baekhyun decides to surprise you with an expensive new dress, so you make sure to give him his money’s worth

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: smut - slight sugar daddy themes, sex with no condom, aftercare, it’s pretty fluffy tbh

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo @bobohumyonlyboo @wooya1224 @strawbaeri-s @xiuweetbbh @bbhile

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“Oh my god, that is gorgeous.”

“You want it? I’ll buy it for you, as an early Christmas gift, and to celebrate the semester ending and me not losing my job.” Baekhyun said as he smiled down at you, one hand snugly laced through your own as the two of you strolled down the street, window shopping. You had stopped in front of a display for a particularly beautiful dress.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s way too expensive.” It was true, it was expensive. Baekhyun lived quite close to a high end shopping neighborhood with lots of fancy restaurants and designer outlets, where the two of you could now finally walk around in the open for the first time, since the semester had ended just a day earlier.

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, “How many times do I have to remind you, money is not a problem.”

“No I know, I just feel bad, that’s still a lot of money, at least to me.”

As you said it you kept staring at the dress. It was perfect. You also knew it must cost at least as much as a month of your rent (which Baekhyun also paid) judging by the store window it was in.

“The way you’re staring at it is just making me want to buy it for you more you know.”

With that you pouted and turned around, away from the window and pulled him away with you.

He chuckled, but looked back, making a mental note of the exact dress and store.

It was lovely, finally being able to go out together like this. So far, most times when you and Baekhyun would see each other it would be at his home, where you would sometimes stay for days at a time even. It was nice, but actually being able to go out and eat at a restaurant together, or go on a walk, was new and felt amazing.

To celebrate not getting caught dating while you were still his student, he’d taken you out on a nice dinner at a small Italian restaurant with only two tables, where you’d been served at least 5 different courses, each more amazing than the last. The wine had been amazing as well, leaving the two of you giggling in each other's arms as you slowly walked back towards his home.

“This is nice.” You hummed as you leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and letting him pull you along.

“Going out like this?”

You nodded slowly into his shoulder, feeling the soft haze of the wine and the soft glow of the streetlights soothing your senses, along with Baekhyun’s touch. It was surprising to you how openly affectionate he’d been, always needing to touch you somehow, whether it was a hand on your waist, or holding your own. He liked to press soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead as well, not caring at all who might see. You never stopped him either, relishing in the feeling of finally being able to do this without having to worry about getting him in trouble.

“I like it too, I can finally show the world that you’re mine.”

You let out a small laugh and the two of you kept walking until you once again reached his home. He gave you one of his hoodies to change into before the two of you fell into bed together, limbs tangling together until you both dozed off.

Things had become incredibly comfortable with him. You truly felt like you could tell him anything, and any time you were struggling he always gave you the best advice, unsurprising considering his job. Being around him was so easy, and even after spending days on end together, you wouldn’t get sick of him. He was like a second home to you, warm and reliable.

You always fell asleep quickly when he was there with you, and you knew he slept better when you were there too. He bestowed you with a sense of coziness and repose that you’d never experienced with a man before, and you knew that your presence brought him great comfort as well. Even on nights like this one when you wouldn’t have sex, just holding each other was more than enough.

The sex had only gotten better as well. Baekhyun had already far outdone the few men you’d been with in the past in his first night with you, but the more he got to know your body the better it got even. He had every inch of you memorized and knew exactly where to touch you, how to touch you, and what to say while he did it to make you feel like you were losing control, but in the best of ways. You simply let him take you along for the ride as he commanded your body as if it was an extension of himself, and it was euphoric.

The next morning Baekhyun drove you back home since you had some errands you needed to take care of. You went about your day, and in the afternoon when you finally returned home and walked into your room you saw an unfamiliar box sitting on your bed.

You opened it to find that inside was the dress from the night before that you’d seen and fallen in love with in the store window.

A small gasp left you. He’d seriously gone and bought it. Up until now you had only let him pay your rent and buy you food. It was a first to be receiving such an expensive gift from him since you’d started dating and despite how much you loved the dress you still couldn’t help feeling guilty.

You snapped a picture and texted it to him followed by several question marks.

Baekhyun: (4:37pm) Don’t try it on until I can see too!

You dialed his number and to your relief he picked up right away.

“Baekhyun I can’t accept this, you have to bring it back.”

“I thought you might say that so I got rid of the receipt. It’s yours, you really seemed to like it and I do too so bought it because I wanted to see you in it and I knew you’d like it. And you told me gifts were okay!”

You sighed. You technically had said that.

“Okay, but I’m impatient I wanna try it on already.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

He hung up before you could respond, so you made yourself comfortable on the couch in the living room as you waited for him.

Eventually you heard a knock on the door and opened it to see your boyfriend looking back at you with an excited look on his face.

The dress was nothing modest. It was short and tight, hugging your body in all the right ways and the silky fabric shimmered beautifully. The color complimented your skin tone perfectly and as you looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing down the fabric, you had to admit, you loved it on you. It fit surprisingly well and showed off your assets wonderfully. There was no doubt in your mind that as soon as Baekhyun would see you, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. You were starting to understand more and more why he’d been so keen on seeing you in it, despite the price tag.

You sat yourself on your bed, crossing your legs and leaning back, before calling for him to come in.

When he walked into the room he was silent for a good long moment as his eyes ran up and down your body, before walking closer to where you were seated to pull you up off the bed.

“Do a spin for me?”

You happily obliged, slowly turning to give him the view he was looking for. Once you were facing him again you couldn’t help but blush with the way he was looking at you, a wide grin on his face and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Worth every penny.” You heard him say softly. “So fucking pretty.”

“How much was it?”

You still felt guilty. It was beautiful, and it was clear to you how happy he was to see you wearing it but in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help asking yourself how much it had really cost him, if it was really worth whatever ridiculous number it might’ve been, just for some fabric that you’d likely only wear a few times anyway.

“Don’t worry about that.” He murmured as his hand made its way from your shoulder, down your arm, eventually resting on your waist. His eyes had moved up from your body to scan over your face as you looked back at him.

Despite his constant reassurance, money was still a subject that made you a bit uncomfortable. You’d never had a lot of it growing up and things like designer clothes always seemed too outrageously priced to even consider buying. To spend that amount of money on something so non-essential was still crazy to you, and the fact that he did it so casually for you felt foreign no matter how much you tried to rationalize it. You just couldn’t help the guilt that pulled at your heartstrings.

“You look so beautiful, why does your face still look sad? Do you not like it anymore?” He said, voice full of concern. His slender fingers found your chin, tilting it back up to look at him after your eyes had drifted down to the floor.

You shook your head. Of course you loved it, it was gorgeous and fit you perfectly. Hell, it was probably the nicest thing you’d ever seen yourself in. It was your guilt that had you fidgeting and averting his gaze.

“It’s just a lot of money, I’ve never owned something like this and I can’t help feeling like it’s too much, I’m sorry. It is beautiful though, even more so than I remember.”

“All that matters to me now, is that you like it. I already bought it, that can’t be undone, and I wouldn’t want it to be anyway. As long as I get to see my beautiful girlfriend smiling looking this pretty, I’m happy.”

He was doing it again. He was looking at you with that smile that could break through every layer of your soul and warm you from the inside no matter how down you might be. The amount of love and affection in his eyes brought a small smile to your lips that you couldn’t fight even if you tried.

“You know I love you, right?” He said as his smile widened in response to your own.

You nodded, “And I love you too.”

He pulled you in for a kiss and you easily let him. He’d gotten to know you even better and always knew what to do or say to relieve whatever worries it might be that you were having. The way he spoke was full of maturity and understanding and he was attentive when it came to your emotions as well, being able to read you exceptionally well. Sometimes he’d figure out what you were feeling before you even truly understood your own emotions. He knew both your body and mind like the back of his hand.

“I wish I could at least repay you somehow.” You whispered as you pulled back from his lips.

He raised an eyebrow and took a step back so his eyes could roam across your body again. “I can think of a few ways...”

You quickly caught on to what he was saying. If you couldn’t already see it on his face, his hand made it crystal clear when it reached up and rested on your chest, thumb running over the bare skin of your cleavage.

It was funny to you that after he’d been so adamant about not being your sugar daddy or anything like that, here you were, in an expensive dress he’d bought, with him asking for sex as a form of repayment. A few months earlier you never would’ve allowed this to happen, but after having spent more time together and knowing how pure his intentions were you couldn’t find it in yourself to really care.

Finally you decided that if he wanted to buy you pretty dresses, just to be able to take them off of you, you’d let him. He looked like he was on cloud 9 as he pulled you closer, keeping one hand on your chest as the other rested over your ass. There was no way in hell you would deny him this.

“You want to take it off me?”

He nodded, “Not yet, though, you look too good like this.”

When he sat down on the edge of your bed with his legs spread and pulled his belt off, you knew what he had in mind. You positioned yourself between his legs and sat on your knees, so you were on eye level with where you knew he wanted you. As you started to work on the button of his jeans, you could feel how hard he already was.

Again and again it surprised you how easily you could turn him on. You thought that because he was a bit older than most guys you’d dated that his sex drive would be lower, but that was definitely not the case. It was higher than yours, but you didn’t mind since he was good at getting you in the mood even when you were tired or stressed. It would happen regularly that he would wake you up during some ungodly hour of the night with a boner digging into your ass. He simply insisted that it was your fault and that he couldn’t help himself. As horny as he was, nine times out of ten you would gladly allow him to have you too. Especially when he was so good at pleasuring you.

Once you were able to get a hand into the waistband of his jeans, you palmed him through his underwear and he let out a groan as he leaned back on the bed.

“You like the dress this much?” You asked with a smirk and reached into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his already very hard dick.

“Yes” he sighed, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, as he leaned back in his elbows before opening his eyes again to look at you. “Fuck.”

Once you freed him from the confines of his boxers you leaned in to place an open mouthed kiss on his tip, licking up the pre cum that had started to gather.

“Don’t tease.” He groaned and your eyes looked up to meet with his, giving you a good look at his already very blissed-out expression.

When you finally slid him all the way into your mouth you noticed his head fall back and heard the delightful moan that slipped from his lips.

You always appreciated how vocal he was in bed. Whether it was dirty talk, cursing, moaning, or a combination of the three, he was usually making some sort of noise. You hadn’t come across a guy like that before and getting to hear his reactions to you was always a confidence boost. As much as he was able to get you riled up, you could get him just as weak for you as well. To hear him panting and moaning due to your actions turned you on more that you’d admit as well.

With his moans egging you on you started to bob your head up and down, feeling how he’d hit the back of your throat with every movement. When you looked up at his face you found his lip caught between his teeth, and beads of sweat rolling down his temples.

A strand of hair fell in your face and once he opened his eyes to see he moved one hand to gently gather your hair to hold it back.

“God, you look so good like this. So perfect. Feels so fucking good.”

You knew how weak it made him to see you like this, with your lips wrapped around him. He moved your mouth almost as much as he loved your pussy. Almost.

His grip on your hair tightened and he pulled your mouth off of him.

“Stand up for me.”

You did as he asked and stood back up between his legs. He sat up and his hands found your waist, running up and down the sides of the dress before reaching around back to find the zipper.

He slowly pulled it all the way down and you let the dress slip off you, pooling at your feet leaving you in only your underwear since it wasn’t convenient to wear a bra with.

You didn’t think it was possible for you to ever get used to the way he looked at your body. Ever since you’d met him at the club he always had a special way of looking at you. The way his eyes sparked when they met your bare skin was unlike anything you’d experienced with another man. The more you’d gotten used to sleeping with him, the more impossible it became to be shy with him when he looked at you like that.

You bit your lip to try to conceal your smile when he pulled his shirt over his head, showing you his smooth, toned torso. Although he wasn’t particularly large or muscular, he was slender with just the right amount of definition to still make your mouth water.

Before you could react his arm was hooked around your waist and he pulled you down on top of him. You let out a surprised squeal which he muffled with a kiss and next thing you knew you were being rolled onto your back as he laid himself between your legs.

You felt the fabric of his jeans against your thighs and decided they needed to go. As much as you loved sex with him he could be quite impatient, often only shoving his pants down just enough to be able to fill you, not wanting to bother with taking them all the way off.

luckily for you, today when you tugged at the fabric and let out a whine and he got the idea, rolling off you to pull them off leaving him completely bare.

He quickly found his way back between your spread legs, this time with his tip nudging at the wet spot on your underwear.

"Please" You begged, not exactly sure what you were asking for, just needing something to relieve the fire that was burning in the pit of your stomach.

"Please what?" He asked, moving a hand downwards to feel the soaked fabric with his fingers.

Instead of answering his question you let out a slur of incomprehensible curses and pleas when his finger started to rub over your clit through the soaked fabric.

“I’m gonna have to start buying you new underwear too if you keep ruining them like this.” He said as he smirked, relishing just how turned on he had you.

“Take them off already.” You finally breathed out between moans, but he was enjoying himself too much to give in so easily.

“Hmm, I wonder just how wet I can make you.”

You let out another whine when he still didn’t give you what you wanted, still only touching you through the wet fabric, but now with more pressure. One hand made its way to your chest, kneading and pinching at the sensitive flesh as his mouth covered the other side, sucking purple marks onto the soft skin before finally taking your sensitive bud between his lips.

You could feel even more moisture pooling beneath the fabric, making it even wetter and you knew he could feel it too. The wet spot was growing and you so desperately wanted him to finally take it off of you to touch you for real.

Eventually Baekhyun became too impatient himself and stopped fighting the urge, pulling the soaked fabric aside to run a finger through your folds, feeling the moisture on his fingertips.

“Completely soaked.” He whispered before pulling your last remaining pieces of clothing off your body and spreading your thighs for him to see what was waiting for him between them.

When his thumb ran over your clit he could see you clench and unclench, making more liquid drip out of you.

“God your pussy is so perfect. Always so tight as so wet. So fucking good for me.”

“Baekhyun please.” You begged, reaching for his dick to try and speed things up, but he was having a great time seeing you become more and more desperate for him and didn’t want it to stop quite yet.

Instead of giving you what he wanted, he moved back over you, kissing your neck as his hand got to work on your clit.

He’d gotten to know your body so well, it took less than a minute before you were shaking and crying out his name as your orgasm came over you.

Baekhyun had grown very fond of this arrangement. After a few weeks together he’d began insisting on making you come at least once before fucking you, since he said it made you even tighter and wetter, and he liked to see your face while it happened. Usually you appreciated it, but on days like today when he would tease you so ruthlessly you almost wished he would just get on with it and fill you. However you also knew that after being deprived for so long, it would feel even better once he finally did give you his dick.

Once your breathing slowly started to even out again and you were no longer shaking, you felt his tip slip between your soaked folds, bumping against your clit. Your hands tangled themselves into his soft hair, bringing his face down to yours for a kiss.

He pulled away, trailing kisses down the side of your neck before whispering in your ear, “Turn around for me, sweetheart.”

You did as you were told and arched your back, sticking your ass up in the air for him.

With one knee planted on either side of your hips he pulled your ass up and into position. Before leaning over you, sucking a ‪mark onto the skin of your shoulder before sinking himself into you with one smooth thrust.

You gasped and buried your head into the pillow beneath you to muffle the lewd moans that were tumbling from your lips, but he quickly wrapped a hand around your neck to pull your face out of the sheets.

“Don’t try to hide those beautiful sounds from me baby.”

He slowly pulled himself out of you, only to fully sheath himself back inside, setting a brutal pace.

After a few moments of going on like that, he decided he wanted more. An arm was wrapping itself around your waist once again, this time bringing you upright so he could snake an arm around to squeeze your breasts as well while he kept drilling in and out of you.

His teeth dug into the side of your neck, sucking and biting at the skin there before moving to your earlobe.

The feeling was completely overwhelming, as usual. Once he was inside you, there was no more rational thought, the only thing filling your head being your own pleasure and the sound of your combined moans and curses as they echoed throughout the room.

He took your body and commanded it in a way that left you little more than a weak, desperate, panting mess, completely at his disposal. When you were wrapped around him, you belonged to him completely, and trusted him to do whatever he wanted with you.

When his other hand moved between your legs to flick at your sensitive bud once again, you knew you were close to falling apart. The feeling of his dick rubbing against your walls so perfectly, his hand on your chest, and the other between your legs, was too much. You were quickly unraveling again, this time with much more intensity than the first. Only now, even when you were quivering and moaning and clearly overly sensitive, he didn’t stop.

“You can give me one more, come on baby. You can do it.”

His hips started snapping up into you with even greater force as his hand sped up too. If it hadn’t been for the arm tightly wrapped around you, holding you against him, you definitely would’ve collapsed by now.

“T-too much.” You cried out, but he knew not to listen. Unless you spoke your agreed upon safe word, he knew you’d be able to take it.

You could feel the sweat making your back stick to his chest, and the hand that had been on your chest was now too occupied with keeping you upright, since he knew there was no way you could stay upright on your own. His thrusts only picked up in speed and force but they were growing inconsistent as well, a sign that he was close.

“God, fuck.” He breathed into your ear, because of how tightly you were squeezing around him due to your over sensitivity. “You feel so good like this. Let me feel you, one more time.”

And after a few more hard thrusts you gave him what he wanted, going completely limp in his arms as he pushed into you a couple more times before reaching his own peak too.

Your mind went completely blank and vision went white as the last orgasm hit you like a bus, leaving you moaning incoherent curses combined with his name. To your relief you felt his warm cum fill you only seconds later, with a broken cry that sounded somewhat like your name leaving his lips as it happened.

Your mind was still empty when the arm around your torso let go, and you fell forward onto the bed. There was no strength left in your body, completely spent after all he’d done to you. You were slowly becoming aware of the layer of sweat that covered your body, as well as the sticky mess that coated your inner thighs, but you didn’t have the energy to care, you just closed your eyes and let the warm fuzzy feeling sweep over your brain in the usual post-orgasmic haze. Only this time, it was even more intense than usual from how many times he’d pushed you over that edge.

“Baby, you can’t fall asleep it’s not even 7 yet.” You heard Baekhyun whisper softly from somewhere above you, but you didn’t respond, mind still too hazy to form words.

Instead of bothering you any further, Baekhyun simply started to rub your back the way he had on your first night together, causing you to hum at the pleasant feeling of his hands working the sore muscles.

After a few minutes of enjoying the little massage he was giving you, you felt him lean over you to speak into your ear.

“I love you.” He whispered before pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Hmmm, I love you too.” You mumbled, finally getting some words to leave your tired body. But those were easy words, ones you didn’t need to think too hard about since they flowed off of your lips so naturally when you were with him.

“Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” He spoke softly before grabbing one of your shoulders and turning you onto your back. Your eyes remained closed when you felt him slip two arms beneath you, lifting you up off the bed. You let your head rest against his still damp chest as he carried you into your bathroom, turning on the water to let it heat up.

“Darling, can you stand for me?” He asked and you nodded. Slowly and carefully you felt him put you down, and you wrapped both arms around his waist, leaning against his chest.

He chuckled and stroked your hair. “I really wore you out today, huh?”

You nodded again, and he pulled you into the shower with him to get the both of you clean.

As he carefully cleaned your tired body for you, a small smile spread across his lips.

He couldn’t help but think that the dress had been the best thing he’d bought in a while, and he couldn’t wait to buy you many, many, more.

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