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cheoliehansolie · 2 days

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The Hoodie

Summary: Wonwoo learns something interesting about you wearing his hoodies.

Word Count: ~2.8 k

Pairing: fem reader x Wonwoo

Warnings: Implied smut and a bit suggestive

an: I'm finally back after accidentally taking a break for a month. Thank you guys for waiting patiently <3. As always, if you liked reading this, please reblog or leave a comment. If you have any suggestions or you just want to talk, send me an ask and we can be friends 💕

To read more, check out my masterlist.

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You woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering into your room through your blinds. Waking up to the warmth of sunlight on your cheeks had to be your favorite part of spring. Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, you shock yourself with how early you’ve woken up on a Saturday.

Normally you’re one to sleep until you absolutely need to get out of bed on the weekends, but today you’ve somehow managed to wake up at 7:30. Feeling proud of yourself, you decide to take this as your sign to be productive and to spend the day finally cleaning your apartment.

This past week had been hectic with work and the semester coming to an end that you barely had time to sleep, let alone clean your space. So, your apartment had been looking like a tornado blew through it for a while now and it definitely was not helping your mental state.

Deciding to bite the bullet, you shove your blanket from off your figure and force yourself out of bed. What? Just because you woke up early and decided to be productive in your head doesn’t mean that it’s not hard to get out of bed, especially when the mornings are still cold.

You rush into the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth and shower to warm yourself up. Once you’re done with your shower, you put on a pair of leggings and your hoodie (yeah, definitely yours and not your boyfriend’s).

As you’re tying your hair up into a ponytail, you make your way out of your room and into the living room. You immediately groan seeing all your college papers on your dining table which is serving as your makeshift desk, the trash on your kitchen counters, and the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.

Seeing the amount of overall filth in your living space, you were extremely tempted to just go back to bed and pretend you never had plans of cleaning, but you knew that if you didn’t clean your apartment now, you never would. So, you grab your phone, blast your cleaning playlist, and get to work.

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It took you basically all morning just to clean your kitchen and it’s safe to say that morale was at an all time low. You collapsed onto your couch out of exhaustion and hunger. You hadn’t expected it to take so long to clean so you thought you could just eat breakfast after cleaning.

The second your body began relaxing on the couch, you heard a knock at your door. You laid there silently hoping that the person at your door would leave, but less than a minute later the knocking continued.

You let out a groan of frustration as you force yourself off the couch and make the trek to the front door less than a few feet away.

You swing open your front door, a frown still on your face. It takes you a second to register who’s at your door, but when you do, you’re left confused.

Wonwoo stands in front of you dressed casually a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tee shirt. You notice in one hand he’s holding a white plastic bag, which you can only assume contains take out.

“Wonwoo? What are you doing here?” you ask as you wrack your brain trying to remember if you had plans to see each other today.

“You weren’t answering any of my texts so I decided to stop by and make sure everything was okay.” he explains as you step aside letting him into your apartment.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I spent the past few hours cleaning. I haven’t been on my phone since I got up. I didn’t mean to worry you.” you say with your lips slightly down turned and eyebrows furrowed.

You felt bad for making him worry to the point that he felt the need to come to your apartment.

“Hey, it’s fine.” he says softly, noticing how upset you looked at yourself. “I wanted to see you anyways, so you not answering gave me an excuse to see you.”

Once Wonwoo took his shoes off, he finally registered what you looked like. His lips almost immediately turned up into a small smile as he realized that the hoodie you were wearing was none other than his own. He noticed the subtle flush in your cheeks, the thin sheen of sweat creating a film over your skin, and the way strands of hair were falling out of your ponytail.

Noticing the fact that Wonwoo was just silently standing in your entryway, you ushered him deeper into your apartment. Honestly, you had noticed his eyes wandering over your figure and you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by the current state of your appearance. You and Wonwoo had been dating for about a year, but something about the way he looks at you makes you feel the same way you did during your first date.

“So, whatcha got in the bag?” you asked, looking pointedly at the plastic bag in his right hand.

“Oh, this? I picked up lunch from your favorite place. I thought you might’ve been sleeping or something when I texted you so I thought it would be nice to bring you some food.”

“Aww, thank you so much babe!” you exclaim in excitement. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll just grab us some plates from the kitchen?”

Wonwoo gives you a nod as he makes his way to the couch. He places the bag of food on the table in front of him and he watches as you walk around the kitchen grabbing plates, utensils, and glasses of water for the two of you. He can’t help but coo every time you tug at the sleeves of his too large hoodie to grab everything.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask once you’ve joined your boyfriend on the couch.

“No reason. You just look cute in my hoodie, that’s all.” he says, a small smile of endearment grazing his lips.

You feel yourself flush at his statement and pull your hair out of your lopsided ponytail as an attempt to distract yourself from how flustered Wonwoo still makes you even after how long you’ve been dating.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation to more neutral territory.

Wonwoo can’t keep himself from smiling a little wider at your flustered state, but he decides to take pity on you and drops the subject. Just this once, though.

Soon enough, conversation flows easily between the two of you as you share your meal together. Before you know it, the plates in front of you are empty and there lies another thing left for you to clean. Just as you’re about to get up to clean the small mess in front of you (it merely is a drop of water in the ocean of a mess your apartment is), Wonwoo beats you to it and is stacking the dirty utensils in his hands.

“Wonwoo, I can clean it.” you whine when he motions for you to stay seated as he continues cleaning.

“You can rest on the couch. Didn’t you say that you spent the entire morning cleaning?” he asks.

“Yeah, but I -” before you can finish your sentence, Wonwoo cuts you off.

“No buts! You looked exhausted when I got here. The least I can do is clean up the mess I helped make. Besides, I’m not called the dishwashing fairy for nothing.” he says with a smile.

Before you can protest, Wonwoo gives you a pointed look and you realize there’s no way that you can change his mind so you collapse backwards onto your couch letting him do whatever he wants.

You’re left alone with your thoughts for the first time today with the soft clattering of dishes coming from the kitchen serving as white noise. You’re suddenly aware of how warm you feel and you feel as though you are overheating.

You had spent the day either distracted by cleaning or distracted by Wonwoo that you didn’t realize the rise in temperature in your apartment. It was finally spring time and as much as you loved it, you despised how it would be so cold in the mornings and evenings but warm in the afternoons making it almost impossible to dress appropriately without freezing in the morning or melting in the afternoon.

Feeling sweat prickle on your skin, you decide the only thing you can do is change out of Wonwoo’s thick hoodie into a thin, flowy tee shirt.

When you get up to go change, Wonwoo can see you from your kitchen sink a few feet away and he’s instantly curious as to what you’re up to.

“Where’re you going, love?” he asks from the sink as he continues to scrub the plate in front of him.

“I’m gonna change into something thinner. It’s too warm to be wearing a hoodie right now.” you say as you stop at the entryway of your kitchen to respond to him.

“Why do you need to change for that, though?” he asks, taking his eyes off the plate in front of him to glance at you with his confused eyes.

“I just told you, I’m overheating.” you say, confused as to why he’s confused.

“Can’t you just take it off here?”

You feel heat rush to your face, and you’re now feeling warm from embarrassment.

“Well… I would but…” you trailed off, hoping that you would just disappear or he would drop the subject.

“But…?” Wonwoo asks, having finished washing the dishes and giving you his full attention.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. Just say it quickly, it’s like ripping a bandaid off. you think to yourself.

In one breath, as quickly as you can, you say, “I would but I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

It takes Wonwoo a second to understand what you said, but when he does, less than ten seconds after the words left your mouth, you’re already in your room with the door closed behind you.

Wonwoo feels his cheeks heat up as he realizes that this entire day, including the past hour plus that the two of you spent together, the only thing separating your top half from the rest of the world was his hoodie. He originally thought you looked so cute drowning in his hoodie and while he still does, this new information changes his entire perception of the time you’ve spent together.

Meanwhile, you were pacing around your room silently screaming at yourself. I can’t believe I just told him that I was both shirtless and braless under his hoodie. Why would I do that? What if he thinks I’m weird? Or worse, what if I made him uncomfortable?

Letting out a defeated groan, you force yourself to push all these worries out of your head. You decide that you can’t hide in your room forever, mainly because you know Wonwoo would come looking for you at some point. So, you change into a loose fitting shirt, take a deep breath, and step out of your room.

Your eyes immediately search the kitchen to see if Wonwoo is where you left him, but he’s not there anymore. You wander deeper into your apartment and you find Wonwoo sitting on your couch, casually scrolling on his phone.

You don’t think he notices your presence and based on how calm he looks, you feel hopeful that he either a) forgot the conversation happened or b) didn’t think it was as much of a big deal as you made it out to be in your head. But when you sit on the other end of the couch and Wonwoo drops his phone to the side to look at you with a knowing smirk on his face, you realize that you were so, so, so wrong.

“So, you wanna talk about it?” Wonwoo asks with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you respond, feigning innocence and looking anywhere but your boyfriend sitting a few inches away from you.

“Really? Because I seem to recall you saying that you weren’t wearing anything under my hoodie today.”

Your face flushes for the thousandth time today and you can’t help but feel a little guilty.

“Listen Wonwoo, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier. That wasn’t my intention.” you say, looking into his eyes earnestly.

“Wait, why are you apologizing?” he asks you confused.

“Because it’s obvious that I made you uncomfortable earlier.”

“Babe, I don’t know why you would think I would feel uncomfortable by it. The only reason I didn’t respond was because I was just a little shocked, that’s all. If anything, it’s kinda hot now that I know that you’ve been walking around with nothing underneath my hoodie.”

Feeling embarrassed by assuming that Wonwoo was uncomfortable and by hearing his true feelings, you grab a throw pillow from your couch and bury your face into it.

“I can’t believe I embarrassed myself in front of you twice in one day.” you mumble into the pillow.

“Hey, this can’t be as embarrassing as when you tripped over Vernon’s bag and ended up spilling your drink on Mingyu’s lap.” Wonwoo says.

“I thought we all agreed to not bring that up anymore.” you whine as you hit him with the pillow in your hands.

“I’m just saying, you’ve done more embarrassing things in your life than telling me you're naked under my hoodie.”

“Wow, thank you so much Wonwoo. I feel so much better about myself.” you say sarcastically.

“Aww, babe I’m sorry.” he says as he reaches for your hands.

“Forget it.” you say, faking annoyance as you get up to go clean off your dining table turned desk.

“Babe.” Wonwoo whines as he rushes behind you and grabs your wrist.

Before you know it, Wonwoo tugs at your wrist pulling you close into his chest. Your breath hitches at the boldness of his actions and you peer up at him through your lashes to see what his next move is.

He removes his hand from your wrist and gently raises your chin so he can look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry babe.” he says.

When you’re about to open your mouth to tell him it’s fine, you’re silenced by his lips on yours. Deciding that you actually had nothing to say, you choose to melt into the kiss instead.

Once the two of you part for air, you say “I guess you’re forgiven.”

“You don’t sound too confident about your answer.” he says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Maybe I’m not confident in my answer. What’re you gonna do about it?” you challenge.

“Then let me make it up to you in a different way.” he says as he pulls you into another kiss.

It’s safe to say that you didn’t get any cleaning done for the rest of the day.

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When you go over to Wonwoo’s place for movie night a few weeks later, Wonwoo is more than happy to see you wearing one of his hoodies you’ve taken from him.

While the two of you are cuddling together on the couch, Wonwoo can’t help but let his curiosity get the best of him. When you’re engrossed in the movie, Wonwoo takes his hand that was resting on your thigh and brings it up to the hem of hoodie loosely covering your frame.

This grabs your attention and you turn to him to look at him with your eyebrows furrowed. But Wonwoo’s eyes are fixed on the screen in front of you and it makes you wonder if you were just imagining things. Deciding that you were just being weird, you turn your attention back to the screen.

When Wonwoo notices that your attention is on the movie again, he takes that as his sign to move his hand again. He slips his hand under the hem of the hoodie and he slowly inches closer and closer to your chest.

Although your eyes were trained on the movie playing in front of you, all of your attention was on Wonwoo’s hand slowly grazing your skin as he made his way up your body. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold hand gently graze your bare breast and you turned to face Wonwoo.

He looked at you with a smirk on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Something told you that you wouldn’t know how the movie would end.

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alovye · 1 day

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LESTAPPEN PART WHO KNOWS HOW MANY CONTEXT: CHARLES TRYING TO FLIRT

Charles: Talk dirty to me

Max: the kitchen sink

Charles: um (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

Max: You didn't wash the dishes from yesterday

Charles: :⁠'⁠(

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 fluff #f1 incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 5 hours

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We won't be like them.

Ghost x Reader.

Mistakes were made in the past by your families, now, you and ghost are starting a family, and this situation takes both to reconsider if you will repeat the same paths that your families took or will you fix it.

Warning: grammatical and spelling errors, I think there's no mention of the reader's gender but if there's please forgive me.

The credits of the pics belong to @ave661

Simon wasn't at home but he would arrive soon, both have been trouble, arguing frequently for the most stupid things.

It's late at night, your newborn is sleeping, after hours of singing lullabies, walking around the house to help him to sleep, he's finally sleeping.

You were a mess, you didn't take a shower, dirty dishes are awaiting you in the kitchen, the laundry is still in the washer since you didn't have time to put it in the dryer, dirty diapers are making the house smell bad, and your poor baby cried for hours and hours, it wasn't a good day for you, you just need ten minutes to rest.

You're sitting close to the crib when the door opens and then a bark echoes around the house, you stand up and run out of the room quickly to ask Simon to take the dog out or keep it in silence but then your baby starts to cry.

«Shit» you whispered walking back to the room, taking your baby in arms and talking him softly to try to calm him down «it's okay baby, shhh, it's all alright, don't cry please, shhh, shh...» Ghost rapidly understands the reason the baby's crying, he takes the dog to the garage and goes directly to the baby's room to help. Unfortunately your face says more than necessary, you're not happy.

- I'll take care of him, go to rest.

- As if I could...

You rolled your eyes. He can't be mad at you, he knows he messed up.

- Sorry... the mission took me more than expected, please let me help you with him.

- It's fine, I have it under control, take a shower you stink.

He sighs and leaves the room, walking through the house he observes all the mess, toys scattered, the smell of poo and dirty dishes, the laundry. He really can't blame you, you stayed alone with a newborn for days, but he can't avoid feeling overwhelmed by all the mess and the situation, he never expected to have a family because of both pasts but here he is, husband and now father, it's all new for both of you, but moments like this makes him wonder if you and him took the right decision.

He took a quick shower and as soon as he finished he went directly to the laundry room and put all the wet clothes in the dryer and put another load of clothes, he thinks the least he can do right now is try to help with the workload, even if he feels tired he knows you must be more than exhausted.

Poor Simon, he forgot to separate the baby's clothes from the rest, then he washed the dishes but he forgot to sterilize the feeding bottles.

Finally your baby is sleeping peacefully again, you are tired but you have work to do, maybe Simon is hungry or needs something, the poor man didn't have intentions to wake up the baby, it wasn't very polite of you to reject him and then tell him he was stinky.

On your way to the kitchen you started to clean a little, taking the bags of dirty diapers out, picking up the toys when you hear the alarm from your dryer, Simon tried to help after all you said, you're taking out the clothes when you notice the washer is also working and unfortunately there's clothes from the baby mixed with yours and Simon's clothes.

You're walking to the kitchen to tell Simon he forgot to not mix the laundry when then, the feeding bottles are mixed with the dishes and casseroles too.

He's drying and ordering all the kitchen stuff with the same dishcloth.

- What are you doing!? Simon you mixed the baby's stuff! Oh god, do you have a clue of the new load of work your adding me! I will have to wash and sterilize all the baby's things again!

- Sorry... I was trying to help, I forgot about it.

- «Sorry, sorry» is all you know to say but the damage is done! Fuck!

- Calm down, I'll take care of it.

- You have done more than enough, why don't you go to another long mission and leave me alone again, huh?

He's shocked as much as you, you know you said something really horrible, there's no way you can step back.

- What did you say?

- I'm... Ahhh, Nothing, I'm just tired.

- Do you think I went to that bloody mission to leave you here alone with the baby? I didn't want to but it was work and I can't reject it.

- What about the paternity permission?

- I would have the authorization after this mission, I told you about it but it seems you weren't paying attention.

You scoffed, clearly offended and annoyed.

- Well sorry, I'm worried about our newborn, it's my first time with a baby and I'm trying to do it well, you could also pay more attention when I told you I don't want to mix our stuff with his.

- I forgot it, okay? I'm as tired as you! I said I will fix it and you started to argue!

- I wouldn't start if it wasn't for you and that god-damned dog barking as crazy! Your son hasn't slept the whole day and you arrived doing all that noise!

- and am I supposed to know that!?

- Don't yell! You will wake him up Simon!

- It's you who's yelling!

- Now it's me? You're blaming me for everything just like my dad did to my mom!

-And You're exploding against me just like my father!

Both stopped when the little boy started to cry again. Ghost just walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs, you stayed there cursing yourself and started to wash the bottles again, then you went to check the washer and separate the clothes.

Your son cried for a few more minutes but then stopped. You finished all the stuff you had pendant, you saw Simon's backpack In the doorframe, there was probably more laundry inside so you took it and just as you expected, more dirty clothes, you were separating it by colours as usual when you saw his uniform with fresh blood. You sighed annoyed but then the thought of Simon being injured kicked your mind, you put the clothes in a bucket with some hydrogen peroxide to quit the blood easily and went upstairs.

Simon was putting the baby in his baby crib when he looked at you and made a signal to be silent. Once both are out of the room you point to the bathroom, he doesn't say nothing and follows you.

- Are you hurt?

- What?

- I saw your uniform with blood, is it yours?

- Oh, it's nothing, the medic helped me, I'll be better in a few days.

- Let me see, do we need to clean the wound or something?

- It's fine Love, nothing serious.

Your eyes are full of tears, you feel guilty, he tried to help with all and his wound and you didn't more than yell at him.

- I'm sorry Si, I didn't mean to explode with you, I was stressed you arrived at home expecting to have some peace and instead of it you found all the mess, I'm so sorry.

He just hugs you and whispers «it's okay my love, shhh, it's ok» once you stop your tears you check on his wound, it's not so bad but was bleeding a little bit more, you were cleaning it when he spoke.

- Look at me, love, I know you're exhausted it wasn't my intention to give you more work, I really was trying to help you.

- I know, I'm sorry... We... we have to solve these things now before that boy starts to grow up, I don't want to give him the same childhood we had, I want to give him a good family, good memories and we're not doing it well lately... We argue all the time and I think the baby feels our stress and then he stresses too... We're bad parents... We are not doing it right.

- I know, we have things to solve, and I want to tell you I have all the intention to fix it, we're new to this, it's also not fair for us to put us expectations of being perfect all the time. we can... Read about parenthood or look for professional help, we will do all in our possibilities to change and be better, it won't happen from night to morning it'll take time, we won't follow our families steps, I promise you I will be a better husband and a good father for our son.

You smiled at him and he returns the smile, you love when he does it, Simon never smiles except when he's with you, nobody else. His smile is only for you and now for your little boy, his words reassure you, he's right it'll be a long process but you will make it, this new family will work.

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auteurdelabre · 2 days

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THE BLACKMAILING BABYSITTER CHRONICLES PART II

rating: 18+

summary: You're a babysitter to many of the families in your small town. When the father of one of your charges makes a move you see an opportunity to make enough cash to leave after college graduation.

reader: Is you babes. But she's graduating college and she's got a backstory you'll see...

tags/warnings: mentions of past intercourse, blackmail, infidelity, power imbalance, oral (m receiving), blue balls, not a great home life, dirty talk, Pedro Pascal characters, DILF's.

a/n: I can't even explain how this became a series. Hormones I guess.

series masterlist here

Part II: The Plan is Made

You're still smiling to yourself as you walk home from the York's that evening, recalling Dave's jaw dropped in shock as you crawled off of him, his cock still hard and thoroughly soaked with your arousal.

You kick off your shoes as you enter your apartment, giving a wave to your Mom and her new boyfriend snuggling on the couch before rushing into your room and giggling into your pillow, your face hot.

You can't help but laugh again when you place your babysitting money in your piggy bank. You graduate from college this semester and you're already counting down the days until you can escape this shitty town full of philanderers and broken dreams.

Unfaithful assholes.

Your own dad fucked around on your mom plenty of times. Left her heartbroken and believing she was worth nothing. You've gathered all this information second hand from your chainsmoking Nana that you've visited once a week in the nursing home since you were twelve.

Your old man took off the second the pregnancy strip turned pink with you. Part of you isn't even convinced he was your real dad. Your mom isn't exactly a shining star of model behavior. Pregnant at twenty-two, still working at the same diner she was back then, fucking her way around your small town. You've had more ‘uncles’ and ‘stepdads’ than most people have freckles but most of the time she's pretty harmless. Just a woman who drinks too much and looks for men in all the wrong places.

You don't even bother getting to know this one's name. He’ll probably be done by next week.

You close the door to door room before throwing yourself over your old twin bed. The same bed you've had since you were a kid. The only one you mom could afford. You think of Dave’s cock, the way it felt between your thighs. You wonder if your Mother downstairs was ever like this at your age. Early twenties and already disenchanted with the romantic world.

You wonder if it's in the genes. If you're destined to be unfulfilled.

You like dating. Like the sensation of power it gives you when your cunt is full and they beg you to come, but the college boys you've dated are so... Boring. Perhaps that's why Dave's advances hadn't put you off immediately.

You still can't believe it happened.

It wasn't your plan; you'd just been babysitting for the York's like you always did. Carol was upstairs, a little tipsy from the party that evening. The girls were tucked away asleep in bed and you were tidying up the kitchen before leaving.

Dave was putting away some of the dishes, trying to work off some of his pent up energy. Normally he would have been upstairs as well, leaving your money in its customary place on the kitchen table.

You’d already slipped it into your purse, internally calculating how much more you needed for an apartment in California; a place of dreams and sunshine. You had your babysitting job, your server job and between classes a few shifts at the library. But you were still far away from enough to start a new life.

You'd slid between he and the cupboard, just intending to put one of the cutting boards away when you realized your ass had brushed against his hard cock.

He'd been still, obviously terrified that you'd felt it. You think he must have been waiting for you to scream, his large hands tensed. But you weren't running away. You were just standing there between he and the counter. Then after a moment's hesitation your hand went behind you, sliding down Dave's front until you'd squeezed his aching cock as if make sure and Dave's knees nearly buckled. His hands went to either side of the counter, caging you in, holding himself upright.

"Why are you so hard, Mister York?"

He didn't answer you at first; likely going over internally that he was a good man, a faithful husband. But your hand held his cock firmly, squeezing again before sliding back in front of you.

You’d felt his hot breath on the back of your neck, the rasp of his blue linen shirt rolled up to the elbow. You’d smelled the cologne and the sweat leftover from his date night and something in that scent drove you to sigh gently, allowing him to press into you from behind.

"I'm just...so pent up," he finally rasped against your neck, hips jutting against your ass. "And you're so fucking hot."

You’d preened at this before casting a coy look over your shoulder all fluttering lashes and pink cheeks. You just know his clothed cock surged against his zipper, desperate to be buried within your wet heat. Saw the way his irises became black moons as you bit your lower lip sensually.

"Wanted to fuck you for months," Dave confessed in a hushed whisper, his broad hands starting to creep along the waistband of your skirt.

At this you'd tilted forward, your ass rubbing against his front more aggressively. From this angle you were sure he could see the damp spot forming on the gusset of your panties, peeking out from under your skirt.

You'd never acted so sluttish in your entire life. Never let yourself be seduced by a married man. But you were heady with the power you were holding over this big, strong man. All because of his desire for what lay between your thighs.

"You want me to help you, sir?"

"Yes," Dave groaned, his hips circling your ass and starting to shallowly rut. "Oh, fuck yeah."

You felt the smooth of his clean shaven face glide along your cheek as he nuzzled you. At the intimacy your thoughts went to Carol upstairs.

"But your wife," you'd whispered when his hands slid up under your shirt. His palms cupped your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples into straining points for him.

"She'll never know."

His voice was a husky rasp against your temple, his hard cock nestled between your pussy lips through your dual sets of clothing.

"Need to fuck you."

"Yes, sir," was all you whispered before he had you gathered in his arms, your legs wrapping around his middle, kissing his neck as he walked you both to the couch.

He dropped you to the ground gently before urging you to your knees, quickly pulling his hard cock from his trousers. Your tongue was already out, waiting for him to tap the girthy head against it.

"Eager little slut," Dave groaned as your saliva mingled with the beads of precome at the rosy head. "Show me how a college girl swallows cock."

And so without hesitation you'd sucked his cock, humming around it wantonly as Dave murmured praises only you could hear.

"Is the babysitter still here? Dave did you hear me?"

You took him deeper into your throat and he'd gotten harder at that. You sucked his throbbing cock, tongue teasing the underside as he fought to keep his breathing even.

"Yeah honey. She's just finishing something up."

You winked up at him, his cock slick with your saliva as he bit his fist to keep from groaning.

"She's got classes in morning! Don't work her too hard!"

You couldn't help but poorly suppress a laugh at that.

"Am I working you too hard, little slut?" Dave crooned, watching you bob along his length before pulling off, your mouth damp.

"He's not ma'am!" You called up cheerfully as you rose from off your knees, coming to straddle an eager looking Dave on the couch. "I like doing my job thoroughly!"

You began to grind your pussy against his cock, only your panties under your skirt separating your carnal union. His hands had been on your ass gripping, pulling you down and this is when you'd settled in his lap, his eyes blown black with need.

"We should stop," you told him solemnly. "Before we go too far. You're married."

It was a last chance. A moment for him to see the error of his ways. But he was already pulling your sweater up over your head, almost ripping the bra from your body.

"I don't give a fuck," he all but growled. "I need this.”

And there it was: the turning point. The moment where you decided he wasn't getting off. Not by you.

He'd been so arrogant as he stuffed his cock in you moments later. His mouth in a curled smirk as he watched you bounce up and down on his rigid length.

Show me why I'm fucking you and not my wife.

You'd enjoyed your time, chasing your own high with abandon. You fucked Carol York's husband in their family room while the TV murmured quietly in the background. You came all over his cock, soaking the hair at the base and then you'd left him still hard and staring after you.

But you didn't feel guilt. Oh no. You'd exposed Dave for what he was and you'd denied him what he really wanted. And now he has to live with that for the rest of his days. Secretly wondering if you'll tell his wife, paranoid out of his mind.

The thought amuses you. It actually makes you a little wet.

The funny thing is you've always been the ‘good girl’. The one who always had her homework done. The one the teachers praised. You wanted to prove that just because your family was poor and your mom a little slutty that you weren’t a lost cause. You could be better than where you came from. A flower blossoming amongst weeds.

But after tonight all you want to do is be bad because it feels so good.

You want men like Dave York babbling and desperate because you like denying them. Pulling off their cocks at the last minute, leaving them with throbbing members and blue balls as they all but beg you to keep going.

This is what you tell Sarah a few moments later, the two of you giggling over the phone, your voice a hush so your Mom and boyfriend don't hear.

"You just got up and left?"

"Yeah," you say as the two of you collapse into giggles. "He was just staring like a goldfish when I told him I was leaving."

Sarah has been your closest friend since you started at college four years ago. Together in many of the same classes, running with the same group of people until at a freshman bar crawl you both bonded over your drunken dancing and realized how well you clicked.

"Serves him right," Sarah insists on the other end of the phone after the laughter subsides. "He was cheating on his wife."

"And men like that don't deserve to come," you finish. You roll onto your back, looking at the chipped polish of your nails.

"You know you could do some really bad shit to him," Sarah whispers conspiratorially.

Your attention is immediately piqued. You roll onto your stomach, ankles crossing behind you.

"Like what?"

"Blackmail."

The thought sends a tingle up your spine. Blackmail. It sounds sophisticated and terrifying all at once.

"Do you have anything incriminating?"

"Just an audio of what happened," you say with an oily smile. "I hit record when he was unbuttoning his pants."

He'd been so fixated on fucking you that he hadn't even noticed your finger surreptitiously sweeping over your phone under the coffee table.

At the time you hadn't known why you did it, but now you're so thankful you did.

"Perfect. Listen to it and see if there's anything juicy you can use."

"Sarah Miller, secret extortionist," you smile over the phone. You're about to say more when she cuts in.

"Shit, Dad’s calling me for dinner. Let me know if there are any more developments, kay? Love you!"

"Love you double."

You pull out your phone, hitting play on the recording and listening. There's no mistaking the sound of Dave's grunts and your moans. It sounds absolutely sinful, wet slaps and muffled groans and then a particularly incriminating whisper.

“Go on and come for me, college girl. Show me why I’m fucking you and not my wife.”

Bingo.

You smile as you pull up his number on your phone. You only have it because of babysitting. Your messages before have been adroit, bordering on cold. Dates and times. Questions about bedtimes and allergies and now ....

Hi Mr. York. It's me. Thanks for the ride. 😉

Glad you got home safe.

Do you give all your babysitter’s rides?

Only when Carol thinks I should.

Your wife is very thoughtful.

Next time we’ll make sure we’re home early enough for you to take the bus.

Dave isn't stupid enough to put anything incriminating in writing. But thankfully your phone captured more than a little verbal confirmation as you have just recently heard.

Would hate for your wife to hear this since Carol's always been so sweet to me. [Attch: collegegirl.mp3]

You can almost hear the pin drop over in the York home. You imagine Dave next to Carol in bed, his balls blue and a frown on his handsome face. You don’t know if you’re expecting anything really. Maybe Dave and Carol have an open relationship for all you know.

Then his text comes through.

What do you want?

This is all happening so quick. You kind of can’t believe that you’re typing this, sending it off. You pause, trying to think of what something like this is worth to a guy like Dave with his big house and perfect, shiny family.

Money.

There's a long pause, one where you can imagine Dave anxiously pacing around his home, dark gaze narrowed in anger.

I’ll give you $5k. Plus I want your phone.

Your eyes blow wide at this. That's a lot of money. Much more than you actually anticipated receiving from him. You actually stare at the phone in disbelief. The sound of your mom and boyfriend laughing a soft muffle.

When you don't reply right away Dave sends another message.

Deal or no?

Deal. Payment in cash within 24 hours. Plus $1k for new phone.

Pick up at 2pm tomorrow. My house.

You know what he's planning. You're not stupid. He'll use brute force for all you know. Or he'll insist he get his money's worth, that you finish what you started on the couch. Neither option appeals to you in the least.

Drop off tomorrow at 2pm. Coffee shop at 6422 Balmaceda Terrace. Leave it with a girl named Sarah Miller.

You turn off your phone then, blocking his number so he can't reach you. You know it'll drive him crazy and the thought makes you giggle again.

You'll call Sarah to tell her all about the plan and her part in it later. You'll even give her a couple hundred for her trouble. For now you go through your list of families you babysit for on your phone. Ones with sexy father’s that seem to have wandering eyes and hands.

Mr. Mareno? No, he's a widower. Nice guy that’s never leered at you or made you feel like he was studying you behind his thick glasses when you babysat his daughter. You go through a few more names of the dads you babysit, muttering their names: Daniels, Tovar, Phillips, Pike.

Mr. Maxwell Lord makes you stop. He's a maybe. He and his wife and going through a rough patch. But he's always given you hugs that last a little too long.

Then a name pops up for a family you haven't sat for in months. The one with the cute, shy husband that had a charming smile and never, ever made a move on you. But whose eyes lingered just a fraction to long on your ass when you bent over to pick up his son.

The man that had cunnilingus porn by the truckload in a poorly concealed folder on the office computer desktop. One you'd used to get the number for the pizza place when your phone was dead.

One that you subsequently covertly explored when he and his live-in girlfriend Dana went out for date nights, leaving you alone with their sweet tempered toddler.

His porn searches were even more enlightening. You'd sat for them maybe three months and in those three months his search had gone from standard threesomes and light bondage to include such items as "eating out my naughty babysitter" and saved videos with titles like "I caught my babysitter playing with herself!" To "fucking my babysitter while my wife is in the next room".

You hadn't been able to babysit for them for months due to your scheduling with your second job at the restaurant in town. But something told you that you'd be calling in sick to your serving job this weekend.

You feel a sinister smile break out over your features as you compose your final text of the night to Sarah.

Who??

I've got my next target.

Mr. Frankie Morales.

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