#cause it’s not that deep getting the shot of your baby at their birthday or whatever

[all-things-fic]

#Ross #ross macdonald #this is giving dad vibes who sees you trying to get *the shot* #and you’re stressed out and worried for no reason #and he just wants you to chill out #so he does this and you see him from the corner of your eye #and suddenly you just laugh #cause it’s not that deep getting the shot of your baby at their birthday or whatever #live in the moment yada Yada #which one of us is grace on Twitter #cause thanks for stealing this babes #lol

[astonmartinii]

i hope your finger’s ok!! please take all the time you need and remember you health comes first :) imma be selfish and send you a charles request cause ur writing makes me smile at my phone like an idiot and i can’t help it :p ok so!! charles x versteppen reader? shes max’s sister and drives for redbull (cause im delulu like that) and they’ve been fighting w each other since they were kids (no one knows why they started arguing they’re j petty and refuse to give it up even though they dk what they’re arguing abt anymore) and obvs they’re in love w each other - maybe another drivers flirting w her or smth and charles j snaps and hard launches the reader cause surprise they’ve been dating each other 🤭 holy shit this is long sorry for rambling 🙏🙏

angel baby, devil child | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x verstappen!reader

enemies to lovers blah blah blah

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yourusername: crazy, crazy race. sorry not sorry to the tifosi, tell ur girl @charles_leclerc to kiss my ass not my rear tyre xoxo

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user1: okay they're clearly still in the enemies phase... when can we skip to lovers

user2: i personally love that charles is the mortal enemy of both verstappen siblings that's so slay of him

maxverstappen1: crop me out again and say goodbye to a tow in qualifying

yourusername: sorry maxy, not my fault i got all the photogenic genes xx

maxverstappen1: erm rude @christianhorner tell her to stop bullying me

yourusername: two can play at that game @sebastianvettel tell max to stop being a baby

user3: the way neither christian or seb replied they really don't get paid enough to deal with them

charles_leclerc: what is it with verstappens and their love for pushing me off the track

yourusername: what is it with your front wing and my rear tyre

charles_leclerc: umm i asked you first

yourusername: stop deflecting babe, we all know you love my ass so much you wanted a touch

charles_leclerc: i'd rather deep fry my hands than touch your rear

maxverstappen1: that can be arranged

user4: can't wait for these three to all be in the same press conference next week 🍿

carlossainz55: my favourite person to share the podium with

yourusername: thanks chilli (@tifosi you heard it here sainz is against ferrari 1-2s)

carlossainz55: NO that's not what i meant

landonorris: i see how it is ... god all men are the same AM I NOT PRETTY ENOUGH FOR YOU?

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maxverstappen1: happy birthday to my bestest friend, biggest rival and favourite roommate. though maybe now you're 23 you can get your own place so you can sneak out to meet up with your secret boyfriend on your own terms and can keep that massive ballsack away from jimmy and sassy. i love you and verstappen dominance 4 ever.

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user7: i love y/n but i think she should bring her cat to races as a scare tactic

yourusername: wrinkle doesn't appreciate your tone but it is duly noted

yourusername: awwwwwwwww i love you maxy !! and you're never getting rid of your little sister unless you get married and ur a big fat nerd so that's never happening xx

maxverstappen1: attacking me after i just bought you a whole ass car

yourusername: i JOKE. thank you soooo much and you'll never get rid of me you love me too much to anyway.

maxverstappen1: enough to finally introduce me to the mystery man?

yourusername: blocked.

user8: are we all just ignoring her doing her literal eyeliner with a knife?

user9: or the fact that max likely walked in and was like oh wait this is a sick shot

danielricciardo: oh no that was me, i'm still traumatised but it's probably the best photo i've ever taken

yourusername: easy to do with a model like me

charles_leclerc: wtf is that thing in the last one

yourusername: rude of you to think ur balls look any nicer

charles_leclerc: what?

yourusername: what?

user10: does anyone want to elaborate?

carlossainz55: happy birthday y/n !

yourusername: thanks carlos, thank you for the flowers 👍

user11: this is either their way of flirting or y/n really couldn't give a flying fuck about carlos' obvious crush on her

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yourusername: another trip around the sun and still following my brother around, difference is now i beat him x

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user16: your honour i am so obsessed with her

maxverstappen1: can't even be angry about it, you deserve the world

yourusername: you softy, i love you

maxverstappen1: also dummy i know who your boyfriend is now did you guys forget that we LITERALLY LIVE TOGETHER

yourusername: i was intoxicated my bad but we bought you breakfast?

maxverstappen1: literally the only reason he hasn't gone over the balcony, he might want to be gone before this hangover wears off

yourusername: noted.

user17: yall want to share with the class?

user18: based on ^^ this reaction i'm going to say it's not carlos

user19: watch out he'll drop a shit pick-up line in a second and be rejected

carlossainz55: hope you enjoyed your birthday beautiful

user20: bro this guy STINKS

user19: i told yall

yourusername: thank you carlos

user21: i'm sorry this is dry as hell it can't be carlos

charles_leclerc: my shoes will never recover, i'll be sending an invoice your way

yourusername: you're a millionaire boo, you can replace those tacky white trainers yourself

charles_leclerc: is having no manners a verstappen trait?

yourusername: come for max all you want, but the birthday girl? low leclerc

charles_leclerc: when you go low i go lower

yourusername: oh believe me i know all about you and going down

user22: DO YALL MIND?

user23: do they think we're dumb?

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charles_leclerc: a weekend without racing?

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user24: what is biden doing about the soft launch pandemic?

user25: well this is oddly timed ...

yourusername: you look like you'd have sweaty hands

charles_leclerc: wouldn't you like to know

yourusername: unlike all ur fangirls i've actually smelt you sweaty after a race so you can keep your hands to yourself

maxverstappen1: you heard her 🤨

charles_leclerc: why are you here? is this a 2 for 1 deal on annoying dutch people

yourusername: you can call him annoying all you want, but you love me don't lie

charles_leclerc: my lawyer says i shouldn't comment on that ;)

sebastianvettel: when will you two stop?

yourusername: sorry seb :(

charles_leclerc: sorry seb :(

user26: i know carlos is sick reading this weird flirting when y/n never comments on his pics

user27: she comes here just to flirt cause she didn't even like the photo

user28: she doesn't even follow him 😭

pierregasly: i love a slow burn as much as the next person BUT NOT WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHO IT IS PICK UP THE PHONE

charles_leclerc: you're so dramatic, nobody knows calmar

maxverstappen1: he's lying i do

pierregasly: WHAT

charles_leclerc: by ACCIDENT i didn't tell him by choice

user29: so like, it's definitely y/n LOL

user30: oh no everyone get ready marca is going to run a story tomorrow about how charles leclerc is ruining carlos' career with psychological warfare by flirting with the girl he likes

user31: sainz sr about to wage war lol

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charles_leclerc: i don't share. i love you. please follow me on instagram now (and let me come on max's jet) x

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user35: HOLY FUCK

user36: they're so fucking sexy my lord

yourusername: you're so weak, one teammate flirts with me and you hard launch, i've had 12 year olds use me as a face claim to pretend they're pregnant with your child

charles_leclerc: they took your face? i happen to quite like it, can they give it back?

yourusername: quite?

charles_leclerc: don't make me look bad you know i positively LOVE YOUR FACE

yourusername: and my ass since it's all you look at on track

charles_leclerc: okay you can drop the act now people know we're in love stop being mean to me :(

yourusername: but it's true, no?

charles_leclerc: rest assured i love your actual ass much more

maxverstappen1: believe me the people she lives with know WAY too much about how much you love it

user37: carlos sainz really thought he had a chance when these fools have been together for TWO years

sebastianvettel: congratulations you two, glad we don't have to watch you two trying to be subtle now

maxverstappen1: so wait when did you find out?

sebastianvettel: about two weeks into the relationship, they were very obvious

yourusername: thank you for keeping our secret dad <3

user38: y/n really said you ARE my grid dad

yourusername: oh no that's my actual dad

charles_leclerc: he's literally going to walk y/n down the aisle

maxverstappen1: please don't tell me you're engaged? i only just got over you actually being together

charles_leclerc: i'm not your brother yet don't worry (i will be soon)

carlossainz55: congrats guys

user39: it's okay bro you can cry

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yourusername: two years with the love of my life, still on max's side on val d'argenton x

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user40: they're disgusting (when will it happen to me)

charles_leclerc: we'll have to agree to disagree

yourusername: just admit it you love to push verstappens off the track

charles_leclerc: sorry babe as much as i love you, i'll never let you win x

yourusername: good thing i always beat you then x

charles_leclerc: either way victory sex still bangs

user41: yes, yes they're cute, but i need a full on play-by-play of how this relationship came to be

user42: i know these menaces were giggling and kicking their feet every time they had an argument in comment sections

yourusername: oh it was very fun

charles_leclerc: but the radio messaged are 100% real lol

maxverstappen1: thanks for having my back, you're welcome for all the gross pictures i've taken for you guys

yourusername: consider your payment like every meal i make us

maxverstappen1: well if i did it f1 would be down three drivers

user43: wait so does charles basically live with them now?

maxverstappen1: unfortunately yes. depressing music, even worse cooking than me and horrendously loud sex with my sister. i should kick him out

charles_leclerc: i literally bought you noise-cancelling headphones?

maxverstappen1: nothing you can say will save me from this trauma

yourusername: just shag daniel and get off of our case x

note: ahhhhh i am so sorry this request took so long, my inbox keeps moving stuff around lol. my finger is good thanks for asking, the human body is a wonder and i peeled off the last of my scab this week lol. i hope this was the kinda thing you were looking for !! xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc x you

[wileys-russo]

“i was sleeping” “yeah well now your not” leah williamson

4am wake up II l.williamson

"then there was a magician! babe you know i fucking love magicians." leah slurred as you hummed. "was he as good as the one at your birthday baby?" you questioned hearing a gasp.

"oh i forgot about him! fuck i told this guy he was the best and that was a lie!" leah groaned with a whine and you heard a bump and a mumbled apology.

"tripped over someones stupid table. who the fuck put that in the way!" leah huffed with a small hiccup on the other end of the line.

"how rude of them. hey lee? can you take a break from the rum and drink some water for me baby?" you smiled as your girlfriend let out a deep sigh.

"yeah i guess. but only for you baby girl cause you're the best and i love ya!" leah slurred, grunting as she sat down in a booth. "i love you too sweets. are you back with alex and jess again?" you questioned as leah hummed.

"can i speak with al please?" you asked as leah whined. "why! you're my girlfriend and you're not here. alex has her girlfriend with her she doesn't need mine!" leah scoffed making you chuckle, the blonde out at an event which you had to miss due to a clashing family commitment.

family just as important to leah as it was to you she'd completely understood and encouraged you go, even offering to skip the event herself but you'd never let that happen considering she was set to present.

though it was obvious you both had very different nights.

it was your grandma's 90th birthday so you'd had a couple glasses of wine and everything was nicely wrapped up by about ten in the evening, meanwhile it was now midnight and it seemed leah was just getting started at the after party.

much as she'd begged you to come and join her you were far too comfy wrapped up in bed to bother, so leah had settled for a phone call to 'wish you goodnight' which nearly a half an hour later she was still yet to actually say goodnight.

"oh shut up and give her here leah you idiot!" you heard the blondes best friend scoff and there seemed to be a tussle of sorts before the line cleared. "hi sexy. we miss you!" you heard alex greet, your girlfriend gasping in offence and sternly ordering her to never call you that ever again.

"hi scotty. can you get her a water please? if she doesn't have a couple inbetween drinks she'll wake up tomorrow an absolute nightmare to deal with." you chuckled, your girlfriends hangovers something else let alone when she was dehydrated on top of it.

"on it babe. jess isn't drinking so she'll drive her home, wouldn't dare put her in a taxi at this rate." alex chuckled as you heard leah start to sing along to something in the background. "bub we're gonna go dance. i love you!" leah snatched the phone back and blew you a kiss before the line cut off and you sighed in amusement.

you were sure alex would have fun dealing with that.

~

"babyy girll!" your eyes fluttered open at the sudden sound, wincing at the sharp pain which shot through your neck at the awkward position you'd fallen asleep in, phone tucked beside your head where you'd been watching tiktoks before you had.

you heard a loud thud and suddenly the room lit up as you nearly hissed, shielding your eyes as leah flicked the lights on and fell through the door frame stumbling forward and catching herself on the edge of the bed.

"leah?" you rasped out unsure if you were still dreaming or not as the blondes head popped up at the end of the bed where she'd fallen down to the floor.

"thats my name!" she slurred and pulled herself up onto the mattress with a grunt as you rubbed your eyes tiredly and pulled yourself into a sitting position. "you didn't wait up for me." your girlfriend frowned somewhat adorably.

"i was sleeping." you smiled with a shake of your head. "yeah? well now you're not!" the blonde slurred with a grin crawling toward you.

"oh jesus." you mumbled at the state of your drunken lover, unable to hold back the amused smile at her scruffy state.

"my names leah but you can call me jesus if ya want babe. but i know you prefer oh god! oh god! oh god!" your eyes widened and you lurched forward to cover her mouth now much more awake as your girlfriend started to mock your moans.

"oh i missed you." you were all but tackled back down to the bed by the taller girl, grimacing at the strong smell of alcohol on her breath as she tried to kiss you but missed as her lips instead kissed the pillow beside you.

"i missed you too lee. but time for bed i think!" you smiled, tapping your phone which glared back 3:56am. "i have a favour first." leah smiled charmingly as best as she could, pushing herself up and off of you allowing you to sit up again.

"mmm?" you hummed with a raised eyebrow, slipping out of bed and making your way round to help her get her shoes off where she was struggling with them. "make me some food? please bubba?" the blonde pouted, the term of endearment one that only left her lips when she was absolutely smashed.

"lee, darling its nearly four in the morning. sleep now and i'll make you the best breakfast in bed ever later!" you promised, pushing her hands away and helping her wiggle out of her suit pants next causing her to let out a sigh of relief.

"do you come on the menu?" the defender smirked, eyes starting to droop as you shook your head. "so i see we've had some tequila shots then yeah?" you laughed, the particular alcohol forever making the girl ridiculously horny much to her ongoing frustration that you refused to engage in anything when she was drunk.

"maybe a few. but i had some water! just for you." she pointed to you and attempted a wink which just wound up being an over dramatic blink. "did you now? how responsible you are." you teased, moving away to grab her some comfier clothes to sleep in.

"i am the responsible one in the relationship duh. i'm older and wiser!" leah sighed as you grabbed her hands and tugged her to sit up, struggling to unbutton her shirt as she smacked your hands away.

"i can do it! strip for you any day sexy." she wiggled her eyebrows and flopped back into bed, and sure enough though it took her a few minutes she managed to get the shirt off as you helped her up and into a large baggy t-shirt.

"do you want me to take your makeup off baby?" you asked softly, chuckling as her energy levels seemed to be dropping and she nodded wordlessly and laid back down as you darted into the bathroom.

"you're so pretty. my pretty girl!" leah sighed out, hands resting on your legs as you hovered over her gently wiping away her makeup with the micellar wipes. "you're very pretty too, even a drunken mess." you quickly pecked her lips as you finished and moved off of her.

ignoring the whines for you to come back you hurried into the kitchen grabbing some advil and a bottle of water for the blonde in the morning, checking the door was locked and chuckling at the wake of destruction she'd left in her path toward the bedroom.

"that's a tomorrow problem." you mumbled with a smile at the multitude of knocked over and dropped items all over the ground, only picking up your girlfriends suit jacket and draping it over a chair.

"baby!" leah yelled out with a whine as you quickly returned. "i'm right here." you promised, helping her get into bed properly and gently swatting away her hands which grabbed and poked at you demanding you give her attention.

flicking the lights back off you blinked a few times to adjust, not that you needed to with how your girlfriend was kicking off, easily able to follow her voice back to bed.

"where the fuck-oh hi bubba!" she grinned in the darkness finally feeling the bed dip as you moved in beside her, latching onto you. "cuddles please, love you." leah slurred quietly, patting your thigh affectionately as you shuffled down the bed, her head moving to rest right above your heart with a tired sigh.

"goodnight leah." you chuckled, tangling your hands in her hair and messing about with it like you knew she loved. you heard her mumble something back but had no idea what it was as you smiled pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

the only woman you'd let wake you up at four in the morning for a cuddle.

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[toniiswrld]

leave it on

lee sohee x reader

needy sohee who's too turned on to take off all of your clothes

🎀 cw. smut. 18+ MDNI , dom!reader , sub!sohee , slight dubcon , dry humping , overstimulation, exhibitionism (bit of inappropriate touching in public, a little action in a bathroom) , unprotected sex , creampie , sohee is pussy drunk

⭐️ wc. 3.1k

🎧 surprise. chlöe

you honestly don't know what was wrong with him today. all day he’s been stuck to your hip, not letting you go anywhere if he wasn't right next to you. not like you mind, in fact you love how clingy your boyfriend is, but you two were out in public with friends.

to say sohee was struggling was an understatement. he didn’t think this night would drag out this long, and he was getting impatient. he could only hold back for a little bit longer, and he was heavily considering making up an excuse for you two to leave.

you weren't having it though. it was your friend's birthday, and you were going to have a good time. if you knew sohee was going to act like this all day, you would have just gone over to his place after your plans were over. even with some of his own friends there to occupy his time, he was still only worried about you. his hand lingered on your waist and thighs all night, always having to be touching you in some way. you would swat his hands away if they got too close to your ass or to your core, not in the mood for his shenanigans tonight.

sohee had always been a clingy boyfriend, so needing to touch you at all times was nothing new. but they were different touches now, not the soft loving touches he would give you in public. if no one was paying attention he would squeeze your thigh. when there was heavy conversation with the group, he’d lean over to tell you how much he needed you, and how he couldn’t wait to fuck you when you two go back to his place.

you were feeling hot now, the amount of self control you had left wearing thin as the night settled. as much as you wanted to stay, it was getting hard to ignore sohee. he sits next to you, hand on your thigh and you have your hand on his own. you glance down at his lap, seeing his cock straining in his pants. he shifts, you hand moving further up his leg at the action. you give his thigh a squeeze, and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from letting out a whimper.

“hee baby, you alright?” voice laced with fake innocence, you turn your head to look the boy in the face. his ears turning a deep red, he tries to give you a nod to reassure you that he was fine. the both of you knew that he wasn't though, but you weren’t going to let him know that you knew about his little problem.

“can we go? please? it's been hours already” he’s leaning into you now, whining into your neck while his hand that wasn't on your thigh connects with your hand that was on his thigh. he takes your hand, moving it up to his hard on under the table. you let out a gasp, not expecting him to be so bold in a public space. you would be a little more worried of someone catching onto what was happening if everyone at the table was sober, but you had a few drinks in your system and you the majority of the table were 3 shots away from blacking out. you would blame his neediness on alcohol, but he hadn’t had anything to drink this whole night besides water. seunghan and his girlfriend were basically tongue fucking right next to sohee, so palming your boyfriend through his pants shouldn’t cause a scene.

you apply some more pressure onto his cock, forcing a quiet groan to come out of his mouth. his hand that was on your thigh moved into his lap, grabbing onto your wrist to keep the amount of pressure the same so he could buck his hips into your hand.

“you’re so dirty, sohee. humping my hand at this table in front of our friends? you just can’t wait until you get home huh?” your words turn him on so much, making him feel bad for wanting you. it was almost humiliating the way he would beg for you anywhere at any time, and that he was sitting at a table filled with people begging for you to make him cum.

“n-need you now, y/n…” his eyes are pleading, looking for any sign that you’ll give him some release. but nothing.

“well you’re gonna have to wait. i won't touch you at all if you don't control yourself. go to the bathroom and calm yourself down, you’re drawing attention to yourself.” you take your hands off of him, and you move your attention to everyone else at the table. he was sitting there dumbfounded, not believing that you could leave him high and dry like that.

but you were right, he needed to calm down. sohee felt like he was on fire, and his ears were beet red. he quickly got up from the table and made his way into the family restroom. but instead of going to splash cold water on his face and take a few deep breaths, he went straight to pulling down his pants and boxers. the strain between his legs was beginning to hurt, and he knew there was only one way to get himself to relax.

wrapping his hand around the base, he uses his other hand to lift up his shirt and place it in his mouth to cover up whatever sounds he would try his best to not make. pumping his cock slowly, he collects the precum leaking from the tip and spreads it around so he could jerk himself off more smoothly. this wasn't an ideal situation, and he’s praying that no one has to use the bathroom for the time that he’s in here. he whips out his phone, and goes through his folder of photos of you to help him get close faster. you were just too pretty to him, every pic he looks at has pulses shooting through his cock. he was going to cum soon, body trembling as he moves his hand faster, scrolling through your photos with a shaky hand.

it had been almost 10 minutes, and you were starting to realize that sohee was taking a little bit too long in the bathroom. you just wanted him to take a breather, but you think he might be doing something else. you lie and tell the table that sohee had too much to drink and that you two would be heading out, knowing they were all too drunk to keep track of if the boy really had anything to drink. you walk over to the bathroom and send sohee a text to open the door for you.

you hear the door click, and you quickly walk inside and shut the door. the boy was leaned against the wall, cock in hand. his poor tip was a deep purple now, being deprived of pleasure for so long. his face was red, head thrown back and eyes shut while he strokes himself slowly.

“sohee, look at me” you stand in front of him, reaching out to cup his face in your hand. he opens his eyes, bringing his head down and he moans softly as you look at him. you give him a look that's filled with amusement.

“help me, please, m’so close” he can barely get the words out, and you laugh at how desperate he was. you get down on your knees, hoping that he would cum soon since you didn’t want to be on the bathroom floor for too long. but seeing sohee like this was enough for you to try and push that thought to the back of your mind for a few minutes.

“if you’re gonna cum, hurry up. i can't believe you were so desperate that you had to get yourself off in a public bathroom” you look up at him, keeping a straight face to hide your amusement. you don't even touch him, but just the sight of you in front of him and talking down to him is enough to send him over the edge. he’s letting out a loud whimper as his body stiffens, pumping himself harshly while white ropes of cum shoot from his cock and onto your tits, dripping down onto your shirt. his legs were trembling, and you watch as he comes down.

“dirty boy. you made a mess all over my shirt” you pout, standing back up so you could look sohee in the eye better. you scoop up a bit of cum that was dripping down your chest, placing your finger in your mouth. he’s holding back another moan as he watches you suck your finger clean, before he’s pulling you closer to him by your waist. he brings his other hand to your chest, grabbing at the flesh and bending down to lick at your chest and collecting his own release in his mouth and he whines.

“take off your sweater sohee” you groan into his hair, tugging at the fabric while he continues to lick on your neck and chest. he quickly pulls away from you, ridding himself of his sweater and you take it out of his hands. he’s quick to try and take his shirt off too, but you stop him. “nuh uh, keep that on.”

“wh-what?” he was confused now, thinking you wanted him to get undressed.

“keep your shirt on. we’re going home. since you ruined my top, i'm borrowing your sweater. now fix yourself up, ill meet you in the car.” you give him a cheeky smile and tap him lightly on the cheek before leaving him in the bathroom.

after a silent ride home, you two are back inside of sohees apartment. except you’re ignoring him, and he’s following you around like a sad puppy. he was hard again, and now that you were in his room he could finally have you to himself. if only you would pay him attention though. you lay on his bed in one of his shirts, and just your panties. the attire wasn’t out of the ordinary, usually opting to wearing as little clothing as possible when you were in sohees room. but when he was aching for you, it was hard to be normal about your lack of clothing.

“y/n~” he whines, joining you on his bed and spooning your body. you just give him a small hum, not giving him any attention. you were scrolling through social media when you felt him press onto you. seriously, what made him so needy today? not that you had any complaints, but it made it harder to tease him when it turned you on so much.

he was whimpering behind you, hand gripping your waist while the other was under the shirt you borrowed from his closet. pushing against you again, but a lot harder than the first time. and the action repeated, him rubbing his clothed cock over your ass while groping your body.

“sohee?” you turn your head so you could see a bit of his face, and his eyes were closed while he moaned out loud at hearing your voice. his pace behind you picked up, humping you without paying attention to the words you were saying. sohee shifts you over, laying you on your back and pushing himself between your legs. you sit up, resting on your elbows so you can watch his actions properly.

“you’re so pretty, y/n. needed you all day. wanna cum…want your pussy baby” pressing his cock onto your pussy, and you try to hold back a whine at the feeling.

“you can get yourself off like this, right baby?” hands going to his chest and around the back of his neck. he nods, quickly taking off his pants and pulling his boxers down just enough for his cock to be set free from its confinements. he spreads your legs just a little, so he can have a better view of your panties. he doesn’t move them, but places his cock right on your slit, tip rubbing against your hole. you gasp at the pressure, and he does the same. his hand grips your inner thigh, keeping your legs from closing. his other hand grips the base of his cock, moving his hips so he’s thrusting into his hand.

each thrust has his tip caressing your clit, leaving you breathless while you watch him pleasure himself using your body. every time his hips move forward he would let out a choked moan, precum and your own arousal seeping through the fabric making it smoother for him to drag his cock across.

you don't know if you want to focus your eyes on sohees face or on his cock. both were so red and pretty. his lips were stuck in a pout, bottom lip swollen from how much he was biting the flesh. his eyes were barely open, brows furrowed as he rutted against your pussy. moving your hand down, you pull your panties to the side so you could feel him better. you moan out, clit throbbing with need. sohee groans, seeing you bare and so wet for him.

“pussy so pretty baby, sso pretty” his voice was high, like he was struggling to get the words out. he picks up the pace, and grips his cock harder while he thrusts against you.

“gonna cum for me?” you breathe out, feeling the pleasure building up inside you. you could tell sohee was close, the way he was getting sloppy with his thrusts and squeezing your thigh, he was holding back as much as he could. he gives you a small yes under his breath while his hips start to stutter.

with a few more sloppy thrusts he’s cumming, eyes glued to your core as he rubs his cum all over your folds. the way he was having a hard time keeping himself balanced while he came down turned you on, knowing he’s sensitive. you take a moment to take him in, letting him catch his breath while you sit up on both hands and guiding him to lay down.

you crawl on top of the boy, laying flat on his chest. he wraps a hand around your body, hugging you gently. sohee looks so pretty like this, sweat dripping down his forehead and wetting his hair, swollen lips parted slightly. reaching your hand down between the two of you, moving your panties back to the side before you grab his semi soft cock and slip it between your slit.

sohees hips lift up, surprised by the sudden movement. he was still sensitive, a mix of pain and pleasure ripping through him and he didn’t know if he wanted to pull away or give into it. “can’t- too sensitive”

“but baby, you already got to cum twice… that's not very fair” you coo, sitting up. his hands hold onto your thighs, holding you tightly as you move your hips. he bucks his hips up with a whine, tip prodding at your entrance. “you probably can't even make me cum anyways, you only think about yourself”

you take your hand again, lining him up with your hole before sinking down onto his cock. you hiss at the stretch, not having been prepped for him. you would have made him eat you out and finger you, but you were running out of patience and needed him as soon as possible. he moans out loud, feeling you clench around him was 10x better than his hand.

“n-no!! no, i can. just give me a minute…” the sharp waves of pleasure shooting through his cock were enough to have him already close again, but he knew he had to stop himself from cumming too early.

you ignore him though, lifting yourself where just the tip is inside before sinking back down. you bite your lip, the drag of his cock in your walls had you pulsing around him uncontrollably. grabbing his hand that rested on your thigh, you bring it up so he can rub your clit which forces a loud moan to rip through you.

sohee felt like he was going to faint. already cumming twice tonight, and hadn’t even fully come down from his previous orgasm before this, it was all too much for the boy. you loved him like this though, a whine or whimper escaping his lips every time you sank back down on his cock.

you could tell that he was close again. his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he was tugging on the shirt you wore like it was grounding him. you were close too, movements being more erratic.

“keep going baby, ‘m gonna cum” you rested your hands on his legs behind you, allowing you to bounce on his cock faster with more support. his fingers on your clit have shockwaves of pleasure buzzing through your body, and with a few more quick circles your vision goes blank as your orgasm hits. you hunch over, your hands going from behind you to in front while you stabilize yourself on sohees chest. you continue to ride him, legs shaking while he keeps his fingers on you.

the way you clench around him has his third orgasm rushing through him, a long drawn out whine coming out of him as he holds you down on him. you moan at the feeling of him filling you up, his cock buried deep inside of you as he pumps the last of his cum into you.

sohees hands wrap around your waist, bringing you to lay on him completely. you bury your face into his neck, leaving soft kisses in the spots you can reach without having to move too much. both of you were slowly catching your breaths, and you turn your neck so you could look at the pretty boy under you. he tilts his head down so he could get a better look at you, and gives you a weak smile.

you trail a few soft kisses down his jaw, and he hums contently while he moves his hands under your shirt to rub small circles on your back. he shifts your body so he could slowly pull out of you, and you let out a sigh over the feeling of emptiness. staying on top of him, you run your fingers into sohees hair and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. you always enjoyed the tender moments after the two of you had sex, no matter how soft or rough you guys went.

feeling the fatigue taking over, you try to not get too comfortable that way you’ll have enough energy to clean up. but sohee wouldn’t let you worry about that right now, continuing his action of rubbing your back and talking into your hair.

“you’re always so good to me. i love you”

“i love you too, sohee”

A/N: needy and whiny sohee has been stuck in my brain for days and those pics be posted on instagram really solidified my need for him 🫣 i hope you guys enjoyed!!

reqs are open!! -> 💋

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[joszns]

party animal ✭

butch!ellie x fem!reader

content: drinking/drunk sex, oral sex (r recieving) strap on usage, semi-public sex (bathroom), jealousy, mild degradation, ellie has the worst case of phantom dick ever when she’s drunk

summary: after a lovely dinner date (not without some teasing of course) you have a few too many drinks without her at a friends party and she whisks you to the bathroom to remind you something.

a/n: thank u guys so so much for all the love truly😭❤️❤️BESITOS

“hey ellie, you almost ready baby?” you called out, applying mascara and looking at yourself in the mirror.

you adjusted my dress, a black satin piece with a deep slit and a traditional slip neckline, adorned with flowery lace along the hem. you smiled at your appearance and left the bathroom, putting on your matching black heels and an oversized leather jacket.

you and ellie were going out to dinner, then to a house party for one of your friends, mimi. it was her birthday.

“could you help me put this watch on, dollface?” ellie asked, walking into the room.

“oh my god, you look so beautiful. that dress looks amazing on you.” she said with a smile, pulling you close by the waist and kissing your plump and glossy red lips.

“is that my leather jacket?”

you grinned sheepishly and kissed her again. “maybe…but I know you don’t mind.”

“god, you’re so perfect…” ellie muttered against your lips, kissing you more intensely. she pulled you closer by the waist which caused you to blush.

“mmm…” you leaned into her, hands looped over her neck snugly.

“no, ellie! we have a reservation at a very nice restaurant. im not doing this with you right now.” you exclaimed, pulling away suddenly and gathering your things into a purse.

ellie whined in response.

“god, fine. whatever. are we still going to that party?” she asked, following you out the door with her car keys in hand.

“yes, yes we are! it’s for one of my best friends.” you said back, rolling your eyes. ellie could get a little snappy when she’s turned on like this. honestly, it was kinda hot…

★・・・・・・★

“man…that food hit the spot.”

ellie got into the car happily, after opening your door of course.

she turned the key in the ignition and placed her hand behind your headrest while reversing, something that always got you a bit hot and bothered.

“i agree. that salmon was delicious.” you say casually, texting mimi that ellie and i were on the way.

“could you map the way to mimis for me baby?” ellie asked, resting her hand on your upper thigh. you nodded in reply, typing in the address and navigating as you left the restaurant.

“ooh els, can I have aux? pretty please?” you reached for the cord, pressing your chest together to show off your cleavage and grinning.

ellie glanced over and rolled her eyes. she knew what you were doing.

“whatever you want, babygirl.”

excitedly, you connected your phone and played your favorite song. on the next turn, you felt ellies hand move upwards and slide in between the fabric of your dress. her knuckles pressed into you, her pinky finger rubbing gently on your clit. you whined softly, adding more songs to the queue and trying to ignore her.

finally, you both arrived to the party, ellie being casually laid back versus you being sexually frustrated.

“i cant believe you! what’s up with all this teasing?” you scolded, punching her shoulder.

“that was payback for earlier.” ellie replied, walking inside and greeting mimi with a grin.

you did the same, rolling your eyes at her behavior.

“victim of the sassy masc apocalypse?” mimi asked, bringing you back from your head.

“dude. you have no idea!” you said with a giggle. mimi smiled and excitedly dragged you to take shots, leaving ellie alone.

she watched you and a few girls drink together, smiling a little and turning away. the urge to whisk you away from the group was strong, but it was a birthday party. she couldn’t do much.

“god, how many shots did we just take?” you said with a laugh, shaking your head as the alcohol burned your mouth.

“like 21- one for every year! don’t worry, these things are like mini cocktails. i think only the last two were straight vodka…” mimi slurs, laughing as she throws her arm around the blonde girl next to her.

you smile, the liquor warming your body.

“oh! oh! picture time!” she exclaims, pulling out her phone. the group gathers behind her, you following as well. everyone smiles, and she clicks almost a hundred photos.

ellie returns to the kitchen for a drink, a tinge of jealousy on her as she sees one of your friends’ arms hooked on your waist. you broke away from the group, smiling at the sight of her.

“babe! ill be with you in a sec,” you said, getting dragged away by mimi, “she wants to dance!”

ellie just smiled in response, sipping her drink. she casually followed you to the dance floor, getting increasingly more jealous as several of your friends danced up on you. you were laughing, taking photos and videos on your phone.

as the girls began to break away, dancing with other friends to make everyone feel included or to grab another drink, you gravitated towards ellie.

“hey babe! why are you being all mopey in the corner?” you said, giggling.

“i was just waiting for you. i kinda have to pee.” she said as she took another sip.

“let’s go!!” you took her hand, the liquor bringing back your arousal.

as you both arrived to the bathroom and saw the line, you formed your lips into a pout.

“mimi would hate me for this…do you wanna go upstairs to the guest bathroom? she usually blocks it off during parties because it’s a nice bathroom, but it’s just us…” you suggested, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at her.

privacy. perfect. “yeah, sure.” ellie responded, grinning internally as she finished off her drink. both of you stumbled towards the stairs, sneaking up when nobody was looking.

ellie pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door and pressing your back against it.

“didn’t you have to pee?” you asked, heart beating faster as you looked up to her.

“no,” she replied, leaning closer to you. “i just…i need you so bad, y/n.” ellie said, voice low and raspy.

you blushed, feeling yourself get wetter.

“i know they’re just your friends, fuck, i don’t even know why it’s botherin’ me so much.” she muttered, leaning her head on your shoulder. her hot breath fanned your neck, causing you to shiver.

“what..what do you mean?” you asked, breathing harder.

“i just get so..” she kissed your neck, causing your breath to catch, “ so worked up seeing you with other girls…” ellie continued, kissing your neck again.

you felt your knees buckle, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck.

ellie hums against your skin, her kisses growing more sloppy.

“don’t even know why i was all jealous..” she kisses you aggressively, her hand holding your face to hers. you whimper, melting into her. your hands travel over her clothed body, stopping at a hard lump in her pants.

pulling away in surprise, you asked, “did you really wear your strap all evening?”

“yeah. i wore it in case i needed to remind you you’re mine.” ellie whispered, kissing you again and hiking your dress up. her hand quickly pushed your thighs apart and started rubbing at your clit, feeling the wet spot your slick created.

“so fuckin wet, all f’me, yeah baby?” she said, causing you to moan. in your drunken state, you were like putty in her hands. ellie dropped to her knees, her mouth replacing those long and flexible fingers.

she practically made out with your pussy, her mind foggy from the drinks she consumed. all she could think about was you infront of her, melting in her mouth. she felt herself getting more and more wet as she lapped at you, her tongue circling your swollen clit as she suctioned softly with her mouth.

she always knew how to drive you crazy.

you were a mess, legs trembling as you tangled your hands in her hair. she looked up at you, watching you fall apart and try to keep quiet.

her mouth was amazing, knowing just where to go and when to do it. she flicked her tongue on your clit, bringing you close to the edge.

“el..ellie…m’gonna cum…oh my fucking god…” you whimpered, your thighs clamped so hard they were threatening to squish her head flat. she pulled away from your cunt abruptly, causing you to whine in frustration.

she licked her lips clean, kissing you passionately as she struggled to unzip her jeans. “gonna fuck you so good…” she mumbled, her drunken state clouding her mind.

ellie broke the heated kiss, looking down and attempting to position herself properly. eager for her, you hiked your leg over her hip and scooted downward, gasping and staring into her eyes as her strap filled you up.

“fuuuckk….” she groaned, her hips pushing forward slightly. you let out a whimper as her tip pressed against the end of your canal, clenching hard as you adjusted to her size.

“so fucking tight baby-you’re so tight..” ellie grunted, starting to thrust her hips.

you moaned in response, your head hitting the door. she took this as an opportunity to bite your neck, something she did happily.

“my dirty fuckin’ slut, look at you taking my dick, fuck baby..” ellie grunted out. “just slidin’ in and out of ya…you’re so damn wet..” her pace increased as she panted hot and heavy into your neck. you swore she could feel it sometimes, the way she spoke to you while you had sex.

“nobody but me gets to fuck this slutty pussy yeah? ‘s all mine..” ellie said, hovering her lips over your own.

“all yours, it’s all yours baby.”

she kissed you, teeth crashing into eachother a few times as she fucked you sober against the bathroom door.

“ellie im-fuck! im gonna cum!” you cried, too focused on her to worry about being quiet.

“yeah? cum all on my dick baby, show me how much of a cumslut you are for me…im so close too baby, hold out f’me..” ellie grunted, fucking you like she was an animal. you came hard all over her, crossing your legs behind her back as she fucked you through your orgasm.

“oh my god! ellie, oh fuck!” you cried. she orgasmed with you, her hips faltering their relentless pace.

she slowed down, slowly fucking you through every aftershock.

“shit…sorry baby. i think we got a little too loud.” ellie says gently, pulling out of your fucked out cunt.

“‘s okay.” you mumbled, sitting on the edge of the hot tub.

she wet a washcloth and cleaned your legs off, kissing your lips gently.

“i made you into a mess…” she apologizes.

after she cleans you up, you turn to the mirror and adjust yourself. you check your phone, seeing a text from mimi.

m: y/n!! ven acá, it’s time for cake!!

“looks like we finished just in time.” you say with a cheeky grin, kissing ellie on the cheek and putting your jacket back on as you walk outside the bathroom.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #tlou ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x y/n #tlou2

[uluvjay]

Luke hughes birthday smut 😍😍!!

Luke Hughes x fem reader!

Warnings?; SMUT, fingering, hints to oral(M receiving), unprotected sex(use protection!), kissing, hair pulling, light choking, cursing, hints of shower sex, dirty talk.

I know this is so late I’m sorry, also lightly proofread

He could feel the dampness your lips left as they made their way down his body. Starting from his jaw and all the way down to the waistband of his pajama pants.

“Baby..” he grumbled finally opening his eyes to find your body situated over his legs.

“Morning birthday boy” you smiled, making your way back up to his face to give him a kiss.

He pulled you down against him with a whine when you attempted to detach your lips. His hands settling at your waist, under the t-shirt of his you had been wearing.

“Luke no..” you tried to stop him as he flipped the two of you over so you were laid under him.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned

“Wanted to give you birthday head” you smiled shyly with a small giggle escaping.

“I could tell, great way to wake up by the way. But I can’t wait baby, wanna he inside you” he teased as he began placing kisses on your neck.

“It is my birthday after all..” he whispered into your ear before attaching his teeth to your sweet spot behind your ear, causing a sweet whimper to escape from your lips.

“Lukey” you whined as his hands teased along the waistband of your panties.

He didn’t reply just gave you a smirk, leaned back on his knees with your legs thrown over his thighs. He reached down and ran a finger over the wet patch that had been created on your panties.

“So wet” he mumbled to himself, eyes locked on one of his favorite sights. Luke would never get over the way you got wet for him, whether it was from the way he was touching you, kissing you, or the way he’d simply looked at you, he’d never get tired of looking at seeing how your body responded to him.

Finally pulling your panties off a low groan came from the boy, your pussy looked so pretty drenched and waiting for him, all for him.

“Best birthday gift ever” he spoke softly as he ran a finger through your folds, a deep growl emerging from his throat at the way your wetness covered his finger.

“Baby don’t tease” you whined as you began to squirm.

But Luke was quick to place a slap on your thigh to let you know to behave. “It’s my birthday and yet you think you can call the shots” he laughed meanly.

“I’m sorry, just wanna feel you” you spoke in yet again a whiny tone and Luke was just about over hearing it.

“Gonna give you something to actually whine about” he spat before sinking two fingers inside your warm cunt. He began at a fast pace, fingers moving in a come-here motion as he watched the way your head dipped back and you arched your body.

“Luke!” You gasped at the way his fingers expertly moved inside you, not missing a beat as they reached the spongy spot inside you that your legs attempting to close around his wrist.

“Keep your legs open” he grumbled as he laid another smack against them.

“Feels so good Lu” you cried, feeling your favorite sensation begin to form in your stomach, you chest was tightening as your breathing was becoming labored as you felt your high approaching.

“Yeah I bet it does baby, I can feel the way your clenching my fingers. Gonna come soon huh?” He taunted as he added pressure to your clit with his thumb.

“Yes fuck! Almost there” he watched in awe as your body withered below his, the way your hands clenched the sheets, and how your toes curled from the pleasure.

You were so close, right on the edge and all he had to do was pump his finger one more ti-“no, no,no, Luke! I was so close why’d you stop”

“Because your coming on my cock today, not my fingers baby” he smirked as he stood up to pull off his pants and boxers revealing his cock.

Your mouth watered at the way it hit against his lower stomach and the way the small bead of precum rolled down from his tip.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure you get to have a taste at some point today, but right now I’m fucking you” he smirked as he climbed back onto the bed.

Gasps escaped both of you as he ran his tip through your folds, covering his swollen head in your wetness.

“Ready?” He asked and with your nod of conformation he placed himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Fuck” you cursed as he ever so slowly stretched you out, it didn’t matter how many times you’d taken Luke it always felt like the first time when he slid in.

“God baby your so tight” he groaned as he placed his arms on either side of your head to lean over your body.

“You can move now” you whimpered, you hands took place gripping the sheets at first but the second he had began to pick up pace they were quickly clutching his shoulders.

“Fuck” he moaned as he fucked into you, the way you hugged him was one of his favorite feelings.

He watched as your eyes closed and mouth dropped open in a silent scream, he knew he’d reached your g-spot the second you reached at hand down to attempt to push him away.

He slapped said hand out of his way and reached one of his own to circle the base of your throat, applying just enough pressure to have a whine escape you.

“Feels good huh baby?” He taunted you as he kissed and nipped the areas of your neck that he could reach.

“So good Lukey” you cried; nails raking down his back, no doubt leaving angry red scratches that would burn in the shower later.

“M’ getting close” you spoke, eye’s finally opening to meet his.

“Yeah? Gonna come for me?” He questioned, moving your legs so he could fuck you at a deeper angle while one of his hands reached down to play with your clit.

You wanted to reply, you really did but you couldn’t talk over the pleasure. The way his cock hit every spot so perfectly, the way you could feel every ridge so firmly against your walls had your head hazy.

“C’mon baby, come for me” he groaned as he felt his own high approaching.

You cried out loudly as you felt the buildup in your stomach finally snap, your legs were shaking and your hands gripped his curls so tight you were scared you were hurting him.

But you weren’t, in fact Luke loved how hard you pulled on his hair when you were coming for him.

“I’m almost there baby” he warned you himself.

The sound of your little whimpers and whines from the overstimulation were driving him crazy and he knew he wasn’t going to hold up much longer.

“Go ahead, come for me Luke” you encouraged as you pulled him down for a sloppy kiss.

A moan escaping your throat as his hands tightly gripped your hips, you knew they’d leave a bruise but you didn’t care.

“Fuck!” He groaned as he felt himself release inside you, his sweaty forehead placed against your damp chest as your fingers ran through his equally sweaty curls.

You two caught your breaths for a moment before he pulled back and looked up at you with hazy smile on his face.

“Have fun?” You laughed

“Couldn’t have though of a better way to start my birthday, thank you baby” he smiled and pulled you in for a loving kiss.

“Anything for my birthday boy” you smiled back as you pulled him to lay all the way against your chest as you continued to play with his hair.

“We should probably shower” he spoke up and while you didn’t feel like getting out of bed you agreed.

You whimpered as you felt him pull out of you but you were just met with silence, you looked down and giggled at the sight of Luke watching how your mixed releases dripped out from your core.

“Round two in the shower?”

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Daddy’s Home (Dom!Gojo x Sub!Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fucking clothes off.”

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It’s been 3 years. You believe your fiancé is dead. You’ve been attempting to move forward in your life without him there beside you. You try to grieve properly in order to move on….until he comes home. And he’s more than ready to make up lost time.

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS; Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Grief; Mentions of Depression, Death & Suicide; Alcohol/Drug Use; Feral!Gojo; Rough Sex; Ripping Clothes; Dirty Talk; Cunnilingus; Forced Deepthroating; Face-Fucking; Multiple Positions; Gojo Giving You Deep Dick; Breeding Kink; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Cum Eating; Ownership; Gojo Makes You a Mommy; Aftercare; Degradation; Petnames: Baby; Little Girl; Mama; Sweetheart

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

*IMPORTANT NOTE: In the manga, Gojo is only sealed for 19 days, but in the time of the rest of the manga being written and illustrated, it was 3 years. So the timeline of his being sealed and freed will be 3 years.

Writer’s Note: I’m coping. AND celebrating my man's birthday!! The happiest birthday (and week and month) to my favorite boi! 💙💙💙 -Jazz

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You’ve never felt such pain before.

It isn't pain that can simply be fixed with a band-aid or a kiss, like a scrape or a cut. It is a deep, cavernous, emotional pain that you have never experienced before...not before losing your fiance. The man you adored and cherished. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your sunshine peeking through the dark, gray clouds.

But since losing him, all your days are washed with gray. You can't stand any sunny days now, knowing that he loved them and would want to do something–anything–to seize them. "C'mon, baby, let's go get some ice cream!" he'd cheerfully shout. Or "let's go biking" or "wanna take a walk in the park with me?"

Now, all you do is lay in bed and watch the days go by, the pain you feel too much. You've never experienced something so profound and intense. It causes you to cry every single morning into the night until the pink of dawn comes again.

It's been like this for three years now since you lost him forever. It still feels weird to say that: forever. You thought you'd have forever with him, but it was ripped away from you all that time ago during the Shibuya incident. It was a bloody war, from what you've heard; a massacre. So many innocent people perished.

The lives that were spared were among the other Sorcerers and his students, including Nobara who managed to survive Mahito's attack . You visited her all that time she spent in the hospital after the attack as the doctors worked to save her eye. In the end, she lost it, but gained a false one just last year that looks exactly like her real one.

Nanami also survived. It was a close call, apparently. Yuji had found him and attacked Mahito before Nanami could face his violent death. Half of his face and body are completely scalped, but he doesn't try to cover them. They are his battle scars; a reminder of what he is fighting for. He still resides in Japan though you've all been telling him to retire and go to Malaysia. "Not until he's back," he'd fiercely say. "I'm not resting until he's out of that damn box."

He checks on you as do Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, to ensure you're okay. Shoko spent the night with you a few times until you firmly told her to stop. "I'm not gonna slit my wrists or anything," you scoffed. Shoko pursed her lips at you as she smoked her cigarette on your balcony. "No, but you might drink yourself to death first," she mumbled.

And yes, you have been drinking. You've also been smoking. Weed and alcohol are all that cure the pain, at least for a little while. You don't have to see his dazzling smile or snow-white hair behind your eyelids when you fall asleep high as a kite. It's unhealthy and you know that, but what else can you do?

You have nothing to live for anymore. Your fiance is gone. You try to tell the others this, who have worked tirelessly all this time to find a way to bail him out. 'It's been three years!' you think. 'If they haven't found a way yet, they never will. He is never getting out of that box or the Prison Realm.' And that is the sad, horrible truth.

You curl yourself into a ball now, wrapped in one of his crisp button-up shirts, naked underneath. It is twelve in the afternoon. You haven't eaten or gotten dressed, only showered and brushed your teeth (after Shoko sent you a text to do so). Tears stain your eyes which still sting from your sob session the night before. "Satoru," you whimper into the pillows. "Come back to me, please."

You know this isn't possible, but you wish to God or whoever makes miracles happen that it was. How can you live in a world, in a realm, where your love isn't here? You were going to get married, in spring of 2024. He had promised you after a wonderful night of dinner, champagne, and dancing on a private yacht he ordered just for you two.

When he got down on those long legs, one knee propped up, and presented you with that box, you could feel yourself melt. "After all of this is over," he promised, "after I make this world safer for you, let's do it, baby. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." He gave you that big, gigawatt, hopeful smile as you felt tears pour down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. "You up for seein' this face forever?" he joked.

That night, you answered him. Over and over again, making love until morning. Until you were both spent and ached so good from twisting your bodies in a hundred different positions. Until your thighs were soaked with his cum and all you could see, hear, and smell was him.

You were more than prepared to spend the rest of your life like that with him...and now, that's all gone. A fresh wave of grief overcomes you and you grip the pillow, stuffing your face into it. Once again, you say the same words you've been saying for three years like a prayer: "Satoru, come back to me. Please."

BANG!

The sound is so loud and abrupt that it scares you. You sit up immediately, your heart lurching into your throat. You look around the room only to find it empty, but then hear the familiar sound of the front door closing from downstairs. Someone is here. But who?

"H-Hello?" you call. "Shoko, is that you?"

No answer. It is completely silent all except for the birds chirping outside your window which only adds to the ominous feeling of the situation at hand. You never gave Shoko a spare key to your home and you're the only one who can get in and out. So who the fuck is in your house?

You then hear the familiar sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, one by one, as if the stranger is taking his sweet time doing so. You instantly reach for your phone to dial 911 and retreat to the bathroom across the room, but stop when a shadow crosses the bedroom wall, and then a figure appears in the threshold of the bedroom you used to share with your fiance.

You stare at the figure hard as if it's difficult for you to decipher it, but it's impossible not to know who it is. You can tell from how tall he is as he stands there, towering over you in the doorway. You can tell from his lean body sinewy with muscles under his black clothes. You can tell from his pale skin, snow-white hair you used to love to run your fingers through, and iced, blue eyes that stare right through you.

That same lovely, adorable, sexy, dazzling grin crosses his pillowy-soft, pink lips as he stares at you from across the room. “Honey, I’m home," Gojo chirps as if he just walked in from a hard day at work.

You stare him down, afraid to move or speak in fear of ruining this or exposing it for what it is: a trick. A mirage. A hallucination caused by too much alcohol or weed (unlikely, but still). Is this a dream? Are you dead? Did you go ahead and drink yourself to death like Shoko foresaw?

He walks toward you, slowly as if to not frighten you further. You stay on the bed, afraid to move. You're trembling. He finally stops just at arm's length from you, that same smile and warm gaze still on his face. “T-Tarou?” you whisper, finding your voice.

“In the flesh," he replies in that easy, sexy drawl that you've always loved. So careless. So laidback. His expression grows concerned, his brows drawn together. “How ya doin’, baby?” he asks. Your heart flips at the sound of that pet name. You haven't heard it in so, so long.

You scamper towards him, wanting to get closer to him, but then stop, afraid to. He doesn't react to either, still standing there and waiting for you to process this. “No,” you whisper. “This isn’t real. I’m just high as fuck right now.” You put your hands in your hair, gripping the dark coils/braids/locs/curls/twists harshly.

You know that this isn't possible. You haven't touched any weed since yesterday morning, wanting to give yourself a break. Gojo whistles as he nods at the bong sitting on your bedside table. “Well, judging from that, probably so. You got any left? I could use it after the 3 years I’ve had.”

You don't answer. You barely even breathe, afraid to do so in fear of putting a tear in the fabric of this moment and ripping it apart. You still can't tell if this is really happening. Is it a trick of your cursed grief making you see shit? Could it be that a Curse is here and has somehow taken over Gojo's body, and now, they're here to kill you? You would rather take that than this uncertainty.

Gojo suddenly raises his hand toward you as if to touch you, but doesn't. “Touch me," he encourages. Though hesitant, you lift a tentative hand and stroke your fingers over his veiny arm. All you feel is solid, soft, warm skin. Gojo's smile gets bigger. “See? I’m real. It’s really me, baby.”

And suddenly, the fog over your mind has been cleared and you can see clearly. All is for certain, including that the man standing here is your man. Your 'Tarou. “It’s really you,” you whimper. “Oh, my God….oh, my God!” You can't stop the tears or the blubbering as relief and utter joy wash over you.

Gojo opens your arms for you and he barely budges as you shoot into them, not even making him stagger. You bury your head in his chest, breathing in his scent and moving your hands over his back muscles. “I’ve missed you,” you sob. “I’ve missed you so, so much, Satoru! It’s been awful!”

He holds you tight to him, solid and absolutely real. “Shhh, I’m sorry, Y/N,” he coos. “I would’ve come back sooner, but I had to take care of some things.”

You pull away to look up at him through your blurred vision. He doesn't appear hurt or bruised. In fact, he looks the exact same he did before he was sealed in that box. “What do you–“

“And I’ll tell you everything after I get some pussy.”

You pause, processing his abrupt words. “What?” you scoff. “But what about all that's happened? How'd you even escape the Prison Realm? Have you eaten or drank? What about–"

Gojo, impatient, presses a long finger to your lips. “Forget about all of that right now, Y/N. Worry about the fact that you haven’t seen me in three years and you’re dying for me to put you in the mattress again.”

Then that familiar, dark, lustful look crosses his eyes like an eclipse, taking over him. “I think you’re understanding me clearly," he says, his voice dipping an octave lower than usual. “Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fuckin’ clothes off.”

You stare at him hard, wondering if he is serious. You haven’t seen him in three years. You have so many more questions to ask him. Like what did he do while sealed? Did he see Yuji, Megumi and Nobara before he came? Were they the ones that got him out? Is he okay? 

But from the way he is staring you down like he wants to take a piece of you, you can tell that all of those questions will have to just wait to be answered. Plus, the last one is already answered for you: no, he isn’t okay. He is fucking feening for you. He needs you. You can tell from the way his hands grip you closer and from the feeling of his semi hard-on pressing into your thigh from inside his pants. 

You can’t imagine what three years without sex was like and you don’t want to. So you’re more than happy to give him whatever he is looking for right now. “O-Okay, Gojo,” you softly stutter. Your hands move to his top to unbutton it, first starting at the bottom. But your hands fumble and shake as if this is the first time you’re doing this for him. 

“Takin’ too long,” Gojo growls, impatient. Tearing your hands away from his shirt, he immediately rips the $1,000 top off of you, revealing your laced bra and panties underneath. You squeak as he does so, alarmed. “Gojo, your shirt!” you gasp, especially when the buttons fly all over the place. 

“Forget the fuckin’ shirt,” he says, his voice all but a rasp. "I’ll get a new one. It’s not fair how sexy you look in my clothes, sweetheart.” He presses his lips to your chest, breathing you in for a moment. “God, I’ve missed your smell,” he sighs. “I’ve missed how you feel. I’ve missed you so, so much.” He pulls away then, looking down at your hand. “And you’re still wearing the ring,” he points out. 

You look down at your hand where the sterling silver engagement ring sits, its diamonds sparkling at you. “Of course,” you whisper. “I never took it off. I’m engaged to you.” You want to tell him that you always dreamed he’d come back, that you wanted him to see you with it when he did. 

“So there’s been no one else?” he suddenly asks, his eyes sizing you up. “You haven’t been with any other man besides me?” Immediately, you shake your head. “No, Daddy,” you whisper, immediately falling back into the soft, obedient, submissive state that you always slide into with him as if it’s natural to you. And it is. He makes you feel so safe and loved and kept. It’s impossible not to do so all for him. “There’s been no one,” you say. “No one can ever make me feel the way you do.” 

A crooked smirk crosses Gojo’s lips that has you quivering in between your thighs. “So one has played with this body but me?” he asks. “No one has played with that pussy but me?” Again, you shake your head, your breath becoming short and labored. His eyes seem to dark even more, becoming an ocean blue. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he whispers. Then his lips are finally, finally, on yours, his tongue dancing and swirling with yours, creating a wet, sloppy, feverish kiss that takes your breath away. 

You moan wantonly into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him. Oh, how you’ve missed this. How you’ve only prayed to feel these lips again. At some point during the dizzying kissing session, Gojo pulls his clothes off, breaking apart from you to strip himself of his shirt, pants, and shoes, leaving himself in his designer briefs that look way tighter than usual.

Actually, now that you’re noticing it, his entire body looks buffer than usual. Gojo has always had muscles but was leaner three years ago. Now, his muscles are more defined, pushing up against his shirt when he has it on. 

He smirks at your wandering eyes. “Something you like, mama?” he purrs. He takes your hand, running it over his hard abs and chiseled abs where his pink nipples are hard for you, ready to be sucked. “Something…different?” 

“It’s just…you’re so…” You shudder in delight as he slides your hand down his stomach that you could bake cookies on. “Big,” you decide, running your free hand up his forearm. “You don’t have much to do in the Prison Realm except work out and masturbate,” he chuckles. “I wanted to be bigger and stronger for you when I was finally free. And I wanna let you know something, baby.” He leans in then, pressing his lips against your ear. “It’s all yours,” he whispers. “This body…this cock…everything. All of it is yours.” 

You shudder again as his dirty words swirl in your mind. He pulls away, smirking at you. “Lemme show you what I mean.” Then, instantly, he is snapping off your bra and flinging it away before his lips and hands are latching to your nipples. He sucks and licks at your hard, brown nipples like a hungered man, his hands groping the sensitive globes and pinching your nipples with his long, piano fingers. “Look at these beautiful fuckin’ titties,” he says, more to himself than to you. “I’ve missed my girls so much.” 

Your head falls back and your mouth opens, captured by the pleasure he is giving you. “S-Satoru,” you whimper. Every graze of his teeth and lick of his skillful tongue has your pussy gushing. You haven’t been this wet in three years! Actually, you haven’t even been horny in three years. No one has ever been able to arouse you the way Gojo can. 

You find yourself rolling your hips against his knee as your hands grasp his broad shoulders for balance and leverage. Gojo hums as you grind your wet, panty-covered pussy against his knee, smirking up at you playfully. “Grindin’ that pussy on my leg, hm?” he tuts. “Even after three years, you’re still a little slut. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.”

He gives one of your titties one last suck before he shoves himself away from you. You stare up at him, confused, while he only gives you a stern look. “Get on the bed and open your legs. I need that pussy in my face.” 

You are helpless to refuse him, especially when your pussy is begging and sobbing for the same thing. You quickly hurry onto the bed and sit back onto your elbows as you open your legs for him. Gojo is between them immediately, his hands ripping off your panties as if they are no more than strings. As soon as he gets a look at your puffy, wet pussy leaking for him, he groans and his cock visibly twitches in his pants. “Shit,” he hisses. “I’ve missed her too.” 

And then he’s giving in like he would the cleanest, purest, bluest waters, his hands under your ass to give him a better angle and a better way to plunge his tongue deeper inside you. He laps and sucks at your pussy and sensitive clit, his tongue flicking and swirling around your hole like he needs it. Craves it.

You grab at his hair, pushing his head deeper into you as you wail and moan to the heavens above. “O-Oh, my God!” you cry out to the ceiling. “‘Tatoru, yes, more! Please give me more! Don’t stop!” 

Your voice bounces off of the bedroom walls, unbound and unashamed. You haven’t had this kind of pleasure––so intense and explosive––in so long. His wet mouth and soft lips feel so good. His nose brushing against your clit as his tongue swirls inside your pussy is beyond. You feel incredible…too incredible. Gojo works his mouth fast, pulling you quickly towards an orgasm that gathers in your core and threatens to tumble down over you.

“Wait, Daddy!” you protest. “Slow down! ‘M gonna cum too fast!” 

Gojo’s blue eyes peer up at you through long, white lashes as he continues to lap at your cunt. “Do it,” he demands. “‘Cause I’m finna make you cum as many times as I want to. I’ll make you cream your pretty brains out till dawn, baby. I’m making up for lost time.” 

He ducks back down, going faster, and even adding his long index and middle fingers inside of the wet, tight depths of your pussy. Your walls clench around him instantly as he expertly finds your G-spot and begins gliding his fingers up against it, encouraging you to cum with every stroke of his fingers and tongue. “Do it,” he orders. “Cum for me. Cum around my fingers and my tongue, gorgeous. I’ve got you. I promise.” 

And you know he does. He grips one of your hips with one hand as he finger fucks you with the other, humming “mm-hmm” and other encouraging words that are smothered by your pussy as he drags you closer to your orgasm. When it finally breaks, it crashes onto you like a wave, causing your back to arch off of the bed like you’re experiencing an exorcism. “Fuck!” you sob as you feel your body shake and shudder through your earth-shattering orgasm. 

Moans of Gojo’s government and curses to the stars leave your lips as Gojo carries you through your mind-blowing, body-shaking, earth-quaking orgasm…and even after, when your body aches and your heart is pounding, he continues to eat your pussy.

He continues to lap and suck at your lips, cleaning up the cum that dribbles out your hole and down your asscrack. He licks there too, moaning breathlessly and wantonly as he does. Finally, when he is good and satisfied, he pulls away from you and sits back onto his hands, breathing heavily with his chin and lips shiny with your juices and his saliva. 

A weak moan leaves your lips as your pussy twitches in delight and exhaustion at being stimulated. You feel so, so good. So free. You finally feel as if the sun has finally shown itself behind the gray clouds that have darkened your life for three years. You look at your man adoringly, wanting him to know how much you love him and how good he has made you feel. “Gojo,” you sigh. “That was amazing. I–“ 

“Open your mouth,” he demands. You button your lip, your words failing you immediately. You stare at him blankly, your post-orgasm brain not quite processing his words. Gojo sits up on his knees on the mattress, grabbing his cock in his pants. “You fuckin’ heard me,” he growls. “Open that slutty mouth, now. Don’t make me tell you again, little girl.” He pins you down with an intimidating look that is only intensified by his sapphire eyes. 

Once again, you can’t deny him. While still recovering from your orgasm, you open your mouth wide for him, your plump lips covering your teeth and your tongue out. Just the way he likes it. Gojo walks towards you on his knees and stays beside you as he unbuttons his pants. In one swift motion, he takes down his pants and his briefs, causing his cock to pop out. The long, thick, veiny appendage, bubbling with pre-cum from its pink head, lightly slaps you in the face, causing you to gasp. 

Gojo grabs your neck rather roughly, pulling you towards his cock without properly preparing you or waiting for you to prepare yourself. You stare down at his large dick, alarmed at how hard he is. The veins in his shaft throb as does his head that is quickly turning from a soft pink to an angry red. “Gojo, hold up–“ 

But your words are interrupted by his cock sliding between your lips. A hiss of relief leaves Gojo’s lips as he grips your neck, beginning to rut his hips deep into your mouth. “Sorry, mama,” he groans, “but I can’t be nice to that throat today. I’m just too pent-up. You understand, right?”

You can’t even answer. His cock is too thick; too big; it stretches your mouth out too wide, making your jaw hurt. But all you have to do is breathe through your nose and take it, which Gojo tells you to do so, as he begins to fuck your throat like it’s your pussy. Like it’s his own personal fleshlight. 

“Fuckin’ fuck yes!” Gojo loudly grunts, his voice completely primal and animalistic as he roughly fucks your throat. Though he has fucked your throat before, this time, it feels much, much different. He grips your hair and makes your scalp sting with how much he pulls it. He plunges your throat so fast and so hard in your sloppy throat that saliva drips down your chin and down your tits. He turns your face into his fuck toy, doing with it as he pleases. 

But though primal and animalistic, he is still completely involved with your pleasure. When you suddenly feel his fingers quickly rubbing your clit after licking his palm, your body lurches and your thighs twitch while you whine and protest feebly around his cock. “Theeeere we go,” he chuckles. “That’s what I want. Feel good with me, mama. This is where your weak, right? Right here?” 

He applies more pressure, rubbing your rosebud in time with his thrusts into your throat, his balls swinging against your chin. All you can feel, taste, and smell is him. Your senses are completely overtaken by him. “T-Tawou!” You moan around his cock. “Two mwuch! ‘M sensitive!” Your words are a muffled, jumbled mess around his thick dick, causing more spit to fall from your mouth as you try to speak. 

You go to close your legs, but Gojo’s hand yanking on your hair stops you short. “Uh-uh, sweetie,” he teasingly says. “Don't pull away. You owe me this.” He pushes your head farther down his cock, bottoming out in your mouth, causing him to moan so loud that it echoes in the bedroom. “You owe me this for stayin’ so damn sexy after so long. How is that even possible?” He questions you repeatedly as he fucks your throat harder and faster, grunting as he does so. "How's that possible, huh? Huh? Tell me, baby.” 

You are turned into a total and complete hole the more he fucks your mouth and flicks your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm that has your thighs shaking. Finally, he releases your hair and lets you pull away, causing his cock to pop out of your mouth. “Gonna cum!” you whine, spit and cum all over your mouth. “I’m cummin’ again, Satoru!” 

Gojo stares at your pussy like a kid in a candy store as you cum once again, gushing all around his long fingers and all over the bedsheets. “Gooood girl!” he praises you. “Cum on these fingers, baby. Gimme what I want, but don't get too distracted, mmkay?” He takes his cock and slides himself back home into your mouth even as you moan and your body writhes on the bed. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, transfixed by the way your body moves and your pussy clenches. “That’s what I want. This is what I need.”

He rubs at your clit until he can feel your exhausted body jerking from the aftershocks. He finally pulls away from you then, cock and all, though he is still hard and throbbing. “I need to fuck you now,” he growls, desperation in his eyes. “And I can’t stop until I cum inside you, baby…without a rubber. Is that okay with you?” 

You blink at him, your sight slightly blurred from the two orgasms and your throat raw from it being fucked into oblivion. He must know that you will say yes. He must know that you’ll say yes to anyone he wants or needs. But yet, he still asks because safe sex has always been a priority with him in your relationship. He has always used condoms and has always made a point to not do anything involving PIV sex if he happened to run out.

But now, here he is, telling you that he needs to fuck you raw and cum inside you, possibly breeding you. And you find yourself burning for the same thing like a wildfire has lit inside you. You lean back against the pillows and open your cum-soaked thighs for him, showing him your glistening, puffy, sensitive pussy. “Yes,” you reply. “Fuck me, Daddy. Cum inside me. Breed me.” 

Gojo stares at your pussy, spread open for him like it’s spun gold. Suddenly, the loving, silly, goofy man you’ve grown to love is gone, replaced with one who is starved, rough, demanding, and merciless. It thrills and frightens you.

“Oh, you’re gonna fuckin’ get it, girl,” he growls before he grabs you, tosses you onto your back, and gets on top of you. “I’m gonna fuck you till you’re spent,” he promises as he throws your legs over his shoulders and prepares to slide deep inside of you until his balls touch your ass. 

When he says this, he means it. Baby, Gojo has you in every position known to man.

He starts first by fucking you in missionary, giving you deep, deep dick that nearly touches your soul and makes you see stars. One of his big, veiny hands wraps around your throat, squeezing gently on your windpipe, while the other pins your thigh open as his cock plunges in and out of your wet, sobbing cunt. He pounds you into the mattress, his big body pressing against yours and his hips nailing your pelvis. 

Then he has you on top in 69, his hands groping and smacking your jiggly ass while he, once again, stuffs his face in your cunt. You suck his dick in time with his tongue laps, gagging and slobbering all over his cock much to his delight. It is sloppy and dirty and messy…and you love every minute of it.

You love how his pubic hairs tickle your chin the deeper you slide him down your throat. You love how your eyes sting with tears as he tickles the back of your throat. You love the way his tongue slides from your pussy hole to your asshole, lapping at each one as if they’re the best things he’s ever tasted. 

He fucks on your back, hanging off the bed. He fucks you on your stomach, your ass tooted up while his feet are firmly planted on the bed, hammering his dick deep inside of you. He sucks you on your side, his hands cupping your jiggling breasts while his lips caress your neck and shoulder. And he makes you cum every. Single. Time. 

By the time he has you on your knees with his cock buried deep in your pussy once again and your arms pulled behind your back, your body is aching for rest and your pussy is a mushy, gushy mess around his cock. 

But still you persist, moaning and screaming at the top of your lungs the harder he fucks you. Your voice, along with his own, the creaking bedsprings, and the sound of skin slapping against skin, fills the air around you. “Yes, yes, Daddy, yes, fuck me!” you babble, your words a jumbled mess.

Gojo cackles from behind you, loving how slutty and broken you are on his cock. “You feelin’ good, baby?” he asks. “This dick makin’ you feel good? Don’t have to use those damn toys or those fingers anymore, no. You’ve got me now and I’ll take good, good care of this pussy.” 

He slams his hips harder against your ass, making it bounce and jiggle. The harder he goes, the more intense your orgasm gets and you find yourself about to have your sixth orgasm of the day…or night. Is it nighttime now? You can't tell. You’ve been at this for hours, fucking and cumming all over the bed. You don't even know what day it is anymore.

All you can think about is Gojo’s dick and cumming on it. “Shit, I’m gonna cum again!” you sob. 

Gojo’s hand circles around your throat, choking you. “Cum on this dick,” he demands. “Do it! Fuckin’ do it for me, baby!”

And you do. Like a puppet on a string being controlled by the white-haired, big-dicked man behind you, you writhe in the air and cum all over his cock. A weak, long moan leaves your lips as you come undone, all self-control leaving you. Gojo pulls out of you with a hiss, talking about how “fuckin’ tight” you are. When you’re released, your arms fall to your sides as you crumble onto the mattress, falling face-first into the pillow. Your body is hot and sweaty, your pussy is twitching, your ass is stinging from his assault on it. You are completely spent. 

Gojo leans down to kiss your forehead, smiling at your exhaustion. “Aww, is my baby tired now?” he coos. You weakly moan in response, too tired to speak. “Too bad because I still need to cum inside you. You did ask me to breed you and I’ve gotta make this count.” 

Before you can even protest, he is grabbing your weak body and forcing you onto your knees, hiking your ass up for him. He sinks into your overly sensitive, used pussy once more, drawing a moan out of both of you. You let him do as he pleases, too exhausted to fight or argue.

He takes hold of your hips and ruts into you like his life depends on it, nailing that spot again and again that makes you see the entire universe behind your eyelids. It feels so damn good. He fucks you at a breakneck pace, going faster with each second that passes. “O-Oh, s-shit!” you scream into the mattress. “F-Fuck, Daddy, f-f-u-uck!” 

Gojo’s fucking is egged on by your moans, his pelvis slamming into your ass and taking your very breath away. “Take this cock,” he groans. “Take all of this dick, baby. It’s yours. All of it is fuckin’ yours. It always was and always will be.” He hikes up his leg and fucks you on one knee, causing him to grow louder and his moans to become more desperate and needy. 

“God, I missed this!” he whines. “I’ve been fucking burning for you, baby. Needed you so, so much!” You picture him in the Prison Realm, his hand wrapped around his cock as he is surrounded by darkness and loneliness. As tears spring into your eyes, you lift yourself up onto weak arms to look back at him. “Then show me,” you whisper. “Show me how much you’ve missed me. Cum inside me, ‘Tarou, baby.” 

You begin to toss your ass back into him, meeting his every thrust. Gojo takes what you give him and serves it right back, moving in tandem with you. “You want me to cum?” he asks. You nod, moaning and whimpering as you feel his cock begin to swell inside you. “You want me to feel that pussy up?” he grunts. “Want me to make you a mommy? Want me to give you a kid? My kid?” 

He begins to pound your pussy into the mattress again, picking up speed. You can feel your last orgasm rising, ready to rip through you. “Say it to me, mama,” he demands. “Tell me you want my baby. Lemme hear it.” 

“Yes!” you cry out. “Yes, Satoru, I want your child! I wanna mother your baby!” That must please Gojo because he begins rolling his hips harshly against your ass, rutting into you like he’s trying to fit a home run. His handsome face is red and glittering in sweat, his snow-white hair plastered to his wet forehead.

“Can’t wait to see you full with me,” he groans. “Can’t wait till this tummy is round with my baby and those tits are full of milk. You’re gonna look so, so pretty carryin’ my baby, sweetheart. You’re gonna be the best mommy ever.” 

And he’ll be the best daddy ever. That is all you can think as you feel your own orgasm rising at the same time as him, like the sun and the moon rising in unison in the sky. Forever bonded. Forever together.

“Gonna cum,” Gojo warns. “Gonna cum deep inside you. You’d better cum with me too. Cum all over my cock, baby. Cum with me while I fill this little pussy up.” 

You nod and wail into the pillow, gripping it for dear life as another blinding orgasm rips through your body. Gojo fucks into your wet, cum-soaked pussy until he feels his own nut coming and he desperately fucks you to chase his high. “Cumming!” he babbles. “‘M cummin’, I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!”

And when he fills you up, it’s explosive. It’s deep. It’s intense. It fills every part of you, filling you with warmth and the feeling of being absolutely filled to the brim. You weakly moan as you feel his cum fill your tummy, no doubt reaching your womb. He stills for a moment, plugging his cum inside you, before slowly and sloppily rocking his hips into you to fuck his cum deep into your pussy. 

When he is finally sure that you’re good and bred, he puts his hands on his narrow hips and whistles tiredly. “Shit,” he sighs. “I really needed that.” You moan in agreement. He then pulls out of you slowly, causing you to whimper quietly as your aching pussy is no longer filled.

He stares at it between your thighs, humming appetizingly. “Mmm, now that’s a sight: a pretty, fucked pussy drippin’ with my cum. Don’t mind if I do.” 

Then his mouth is between your thighs again, lapping gently at his and your cum mingled together all over your pussy and inner thighs. You arch your back for him, moaning softly at his soft, careful tongue strokes.

When he finishes, you turn to him, finding his semi-hard cock dripping with your mingled fluids. “You still got some left here, Daddy,” you coo before moving to lap up the cum you left behind on his cock. He allows it, his hand in your hair while he sighs about how good you are. 

Once you are cleaned up and all is said and done, the two of you finally lay side by side in your bed, together again at last. You curl into his chest, leaning your head against his heart and wrapping your arms around him. He welcomes it, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead “Welcome home, baby,” you whisper as you look up at him. “Now you gonna tell me how you got out?” 

He looks down at you, almost as if he forgot he was supposed to answer a bunch of your very important questions. “Oh, Itadori did that,” he explains like he’s telling you the weather. “He’s a smart kid, y’know. Say, you up for some sushi? I’m cravin’ some fish right now.” 

All you can do is laugh and kiss your man before getting the takeout menu that you keep in the nightstand next to the bed. All the important questions can wait.

For now, all you want and need is him.

THE END.

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Night Out

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: After a night out with your friends Simon is happy to care for you even if you make his life hell sometimes. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, tiny mention of smut pre-going out, drunk chaos, hurting knee, canon-typical swearing.

It was late, much later than Simon would usually have stayed up. Being a solider his body was used to a strict routine; his years of services made it so he would go to bed early and then would be up early as not to waste any of the day. There would be often when he would be woken in the night by dreams of thinking he heard noises but since sleeping beside you would generally get some good hours of sleep in, way more than when Simon slept alone or away on deployment.

However, now he was sat on the sofa, eyes fight to stay open as he stared blankly at whatever re-run was playing on the TV. Unlike usual you weren’t curled up into his side, drooling on his shoulder. No, you were out with one of your friends that Simon hadn’t bothered to learn the name of. Whoever it was, it was her birthday and she had wanted to spend it celebrating in a club.

By now Simon knew that you’d been a few drinks into the night, maybe even a couple of shots too, drunk dancing with your girlfriends. Honestly, he couldn’t think of anything worse than being in a sweltering, crowded room that was filled with terrible deafening music and that was exactly what he had told you before sending you on your merry way with a kiss and a promise of collecting you once you were ready, no matter the time, he’d added.

Sat back, bouncing his knee softly and biting on his thumb nail Simon’s mind wandered to the outfit you’d worn. You had looked fucking ethereal, almost causing you to be late for the taxi by eating your sweet pussy from behind as he bent you over the bathroom sink. Simon knew you looked good and he knew any bloke in that club would be practically throwing themselves at you, grinding up behind you, maybe even placing their hands on you before you’d brush them away. It frustrated him. No, it made him seethe.

Simon wasn’t able to dwell on it for too much longer as his phone began to jingle beside him. God, he’d never had the sound on his phone before, was that his ringtone? Ugh. He didn’t linger, answering it and saying. “Love, you there?” He winced at the overwhelming noise that spilled through his speaker, deep booming music and muffled voices. “Babe?” He asked again, sitting forward and speaking a little louder as if to get your attention.

“… not going already…” “… it’s late… Simon is waiting…” “Babe.” He asked again, but the conversation continued. “We’re getting a taxi…” “Noooo~” “Love.” Simon growled, standing up then and rubbing his hand slowly down his face. “… I wanna get home to my man~” A flutter of ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ followed before you giggled and said. “Oh, wait…” Then your voice was closer, talking to him finally. “Simon, baby. You there?”

Instantly he answered. “I’m here.” Trying not to smirk too much about having heard your sappy little comments. “You ready to come home, love?” He quizzed, moving to grab his keys from the bowl closer to the front door, shutting off the TV and waiting for a moment. “I’m ready…” You answered, your voice was slurred and light, it made him smile to himself. You told him the club that you were currently standing outside the front of and then said. “But don’t rush. I’m fine.”

“I’ll be there in 10. Don’t move. Don’t talk to anyone but your friends.” It was commands that made you giggle and then response. “Yes, sir~” “Oi, behave.” Simon quipped back as he quickly exited his home. “I’ll see you soon.”

Pulling the car over a few spaces down in a taxi spot, Simon shrugged, clambering from his truck and heading down the road, past a group of rowdy young men, much younger than him and chatting about all the birds they were gonna pull, talking a big game but Simon knew that more than half of them would be going home alone.

As he approached the doorway, Simon smirked as he saw you speaking to one of your friends, looking over animated and hearing the sound of your slurred giggle from there. “Look~” You friend pointed in his direction and in a moment, you turned, gasping in elated surprise and then rushing at him full force. “Simon~” You whimpered, wrapping your flailing drunken body around his strong form. “Hi baby.” He whispered, rubbing your back soothingly before setting you down onto your bare feet. “Where are your shoes?” Simon asked and you looked puzzled and then shrugged. “Must’ve lost them.”

“Both of them?” Simon frowned down at you, then shaking his head. “Do any of your friends need a lift home?” Drunkenly you shook your head, eyes struggling to focus as you did so.

At your answer he was relieved, he just wanted to get you safely home now. “Alright. Hold on.” A shriek pulled from your throat, swinging you up over his shoulder and beginning to walk you back to his waiting truck. “Simon! Simon!” It was like you couldn’t even control your laughter and he thought a smile. “You lose your shoes then you get carried.”

Getting you into the car wasn’t that much of a struggle, he placed you in the seat, strapped you in and then began driving home. It was everything around that which came almost like a game to you. Pointing to each passing by food place you’d point to it and ask if you could stop there and get some chips, Simon refused, promising to make you something once you’re home knowing that by then you’d have forgotten all about it.

“O-oh, babe… there was this song… in the club… it was s'good.” You told him then, reaching over to begin fiddling with the radio, turning it up so loud it made Simon jolt and then reaching to turn it back down and give you a hard look. “Just sit still.” He said firmly. “Stop fiddling with things-” As if on cue the window began to wind down beside you, air busting into the car and Simon growled as he used the controls his side to slide it back firmly up. “Oi, what did I just say?”

“I heard you…” You replied with a knowing grin on your face. “Just wanted some fresh air.” You pouted towards him and Simon huffed, shaking his head and gripping the steering wheel. “Did you have a nice time with your friends?” Simon questioned then, trying to distract you from messing around with anything else in his car. “Oh, it was so much fun. I was dancing so much my feet were hurting, but I kept going.” Then you giggled then, it was so pure and full of drunk joy that Simon couldn’t help but smirk too.

Nodding his head Simon asked. “Didn’t have any boys trying to make moves on you then?” He quirked a brow in your direction and you giggled. “Oh, no~” You giggled, then it began harder before gazing at him. “I told them all I had a big strong man waiting at home for me and they all kept a goooood distance~” Reaching over she placed a distracting hand on his thigh. He knew he couldn’t take advantage of your lowered inhibitions, so he took your hand and linked your fingers, removing it from exploring any further. “I’m happy to hear that, baby.”

Once he arrived home, Simon carried you inside and carefully sat you at the edge of the bed and frowned when he saw a bloody gash on your knee. “Did you fall over?” He asked, observing it carefully. “Mmhmm… it doesn’t hurt, don’t worry~” Then flopping back onto the bed, arms spread wide beside you. “Bloody hell, with the amount of alcohol in your system you could get hit by a bus and you wouldn’t feel it…” Tiredly you began to giggle, Simon rose up and said. “Let me clean that up…”

He took his time cleaning and dressing the wound, making sure that it didn’t seem to concerning before looking up to see you gradually falling asleep. “Babe, don’t sleep. You need to drink some water and change. Okay?” “… Wan' sleep…” You already slurred voice was now destroyed by sleepiness. “Babe. Up. C’mon…” Carefully pulling you to be upright. “Get changed. I’ll get you some water.”

Leaving the room, Simon took a little time turning off lights and locking doors before returning with a glass of water, stepping into the room to find you face down on the bed with dress caught around your hips and snoring softly. “Fuckin’ hell…” He muttered, stepping over to place down the water and then tugging your dress down and throwing it aside. “Up for a minute, baby.” He coaxed you upright, tugging one of his oversized shirts over your head and then bringing the glass of water to your lips. “Just a couple big gulps. You’ll thank me tomorrow.” Simon promised lowly, kissing your hairline as you followed his orders. “Good girl. Good girl. One more for me.” Again, smiling as you tired body did as he requested. “That’s a good girl. Let’s lay you down for a little bit.” Your body flopped exhausted as Simon rolled you safely onto your side.

It was mere seconds before you were snoring lowly into the pillow, Simon moved to lay down beside you, observing you for as long as he could muster to keep his eyes open and then sinking into the abyss beside you, knowing that you were safe at home beside him in bed was enough, he could deal with whatever chaos came with that.

Masterlist | Ask | 21-11-2023

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[mopopshop]

Ur Best Friend

Inspired by the song “Ur Best Friend” - Kehlani and Kiana Ledé (such a good song oml 🙏🏾) 

Paige x fem!OC (cause ion do that y/n stuff, no hate but I don’t🧍🏾‍♀️)

Featuring: Jalen Suggs

Words: 2k

Themes: 

-drinking

-cheating (sorry fam)

-slight sexual content

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over the backyard, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. It was my boyfriend Jalen's twenty-third birthday, and I had spared no effort in planning the perfect party. A few weeks earlier, we’d just celebrated our five months, so I had to have a party to top the last. The decorations were up, the music playlist carefully curated (tons of Rod Wave and Bryson Tiller), and the scent of food filled the air.

Among the guests was Paige, Jalen's best friend since eighth grade. I've always been cordial with her, exchanging polite smiles and casual conversation whenever she was around. But something had shifted in the past few weeks. A subtle tension lingered between us, sparking whenever our eyes met, igniting something unfamiliar yet exhilarating.

She'd gotten more touchy with me as well, a hand on the lower back and a hushed "excuse me" to get past, a casual arm over the shoulder during group hangouts, a hug or two, but up until a few weeks ago, I'd seen these as nothing less than innocent.

She's a friend, you know? Jalen's friend at that, so no way in hell I'd ever try anything with her. Not to say she's not, you know... good-looking. She'd 100% be my type if it wasn't for Jalen. Paige's tall, she's blonde, she's funny, has a nice smile—did I mention tall? Sometimes she wears these glasses which make her look—

"Aniyah!!"

I'm pulled from my thoughts as my friend Gigi waves me over to her.

"Come on, we're about to sing happy birthday," she smiles and rushes over to me, grabbing my arm and dragging me into the kitchen.

As I followed Gigi into the kitchen, my heart skipped with something unfamiliar upon seeing her. Paige was already there, chatting with a few other guests and standing next to Jalen. She was wearing a grey Nike tech sweatsuit under the jacket, a white tee, her classic braided ponytail, and topped off the look with white Jordan 4’s.

As I moved through the crowd, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. At times, we made eye contact which deepened the flush in my cheeks.

I’d told Jalen earlier that week that I wanted to toast to him before we sang for the cake, and I’d prepared something ahead of time, but now as the moment approached, something about it just hadn’t felt right. In the midst of my thinking, I don’t notice Jalen coming up to me with open arms.

“Hey baby, you good?” He says with a look of worry.

I’m startled by the sound of his voice and am quickly ripped from my thoughts.

“Hey! Yeah yeah I’m fine… just hoping you like my toast,” I breathe out, praying he doesn’t press the issue.

He smiles and says nothing, placing his hand on the small of my back and directing me towards the front of the crowd… towards Paige.

I lock eyes with Paige again and I rush to look away, but as I go to look back, I notice she’s still staring.

What was this tension between us? And why was it becoming harder to ignore?

Gigi nudged me playfully, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Girl what is going on with you today, you gonna do this toast or what?”

With a deep breath, I grab my shot glass and get everyone’s attention.

“Hey y’all, before we sing happy birthday, I just wanted to make a toast to my man. Tonight, let's raise our glasses to celebrate Jalen's 23rd birthday. Jalen, you're more than just a boyfriend; you're my rock.”

Even as I say these words and the more I go on, I don’t feel as though they’re genuine. All I can do is think of Paige…

“Your kindness, strength, and passion inspire me every day. Your laughter lights up any room, and your presence warms my heart. Here's to another year of smiles, laughter, and adventures together. Happy birthday, Jalen! Cheers!”

I tip my head back and down the shot, feeling the lukewarm liquid burn its way through my throat. Bringing my head up, I catch Paige’s gaze once again, and this time I don’t look away.

Suddenly my view of her is obscured as a group of Jalen’s friends come from the hallway with his birthday cake. Everyone gathers around Jalen, me on his right side and Paige on his left while Jalen holds the cake in the middle. We quickly sing happy birthday, and he blows out his candles. He turns to me to go in for a kiss, but I catch sight of Paige behind him and end up swerving his kiss.

“Yo.. seriously you good babe?” Jalen spews sort of irritated.

“Fine! I’m fine,” I squeak out, “Just…”

My gaze falls over to Paige, seeing her fight back a smile or maybe a chuckle at the sight of me rejecting Jalen’s kiss.

“… distracted.”

“Uh.. cool, okay,” I see him look to his friend group.

“I’m just gonna go and talk with the boys for a minute,” and he presses a brief kiss to my cheek.

“Have fun!” I turn around and try to yell over the music, but I can tell he’s already forgotten about me.

When I look back, I see Paige again. She makes prolonged eye contact then trails her eyes to the porch outside. Cocking her head towards the door as if to say “let’s talk out here” and promptly turns around and heads out the back doors.

I wait a few minutes before heading out to follow her because as much as I long to talk with her, I’m not trying to look desperate. Slowly but surely, I make my way over to the doors, pushing them open to see Paige leaning with her forearms on the railing.

“What are you following me out here for?” Paige teases turning her head with a smirk. I laugh quietly, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

She stands up straight, turning around to face me, leaning her back on the railing, crossing her feet and arms.

“You're trying to be shy so bad, get your ass over here,” She laughs.

I throw my hands up defensively, my voice pitching up a little bit, “I’m not being shy! I just don’t know what to say right now.”

Paige reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me entirely too close to her. “You don’t have to be so weird, it’s just me,” she says softly while caressing my fingers.

“I just- I.. I don’t know! Everything’s just so complicated right now,” I confess.

“Well talk to me about it,” she continues caressing my fingers, which makes it increasingly hard to think straight.

“I can’t.”

“Why not, mamas?”

That god damn nickname.

“I can’t because it’s about you.”

“What about me?”

“I can’t say! I just- it’s like- If I say how I really feel about.. you know everything, It’s gonna be real, and I’m not sure if I want it to be real.”

“Ma, you’re not making any sense right now.”

“I know!” I throw my hands up in frustration, I feel hot and flustered, and Paige being less than two feet from me isn’t making it any better.

Paige grabs my chin, bringing me closer and forcing eye contact.

“Hey, hey, look at me. Seriously breathe through it, you’re okay,” She says calming me down. “Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

I take a deep breath and back away from Paige slightly, letting the word vomit take its course.

“Every time I see you, my heart races, and my palms get all sweaty. I try to play it cool, you know. But let's be real, I am desperate. Desperate to talk to you, to be near you, to just be in your presence. And when I finally gather the courage to make my way over to you, my knees feel like jelly, and my words get all jumbled up. But you! You just stand there with that smirk on your face, teasing me, and you know you have this effect on me, you love it. I know you do.

And then you show up to Jalen’s party, making all the faces and giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes, and it’s just- it’s a lot to deal with! So I come out here to shut it down, but you make it so fucking hard by pulling me closer, rubbing my fingers and shit, making it impossible for me to think straight. And then by asking me what's on my mind, what's bothering me, you’ve become a better partner to me in ten minutes than Jalen ever has in these past five months.

And I know I should just spill my heart out to you, which I quite literally am doing right now, and tell you how I feel and hope for the best. But it's not that simple. I am scared, scared of losing you, of ruining our friendship, of making things awkward between us. But I can't help the way I feel, Paige. I just feel like the biggest asshole for doing this to Jalen because even though he’s not the best boyfriend, he’s still a good guy. I don’t know…”

I take a deep breath after that, looking at Paige’s face for any sign of disgust.

“Aniyah, I…” she starts.

“See, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I told you it was stupid! I knew you didn’t feel the same, and I opened my mouth anyways,” I quickly backtrack.

“Paige, I’m sorry, I’m just acting all crazy because Gigi’s birthday dinner's in a few days, and I have an early exam tomorrow, just super busy with things! Again, so sorry I-“

I’m quickly cut off by the feeling of Paige’s lips crashing onto mine and her arms wrapping around my waist.

“Don’t apologize for anything,” she breathes out in between kisses.

After a good minute or two of deep kisses, we break apart with our foreheads touching. I bring my arms around her neck while hers stay around my waist, rubbing the material of my black mini dress.

The air around us feels charged with electricity as we stand there, our breaths mingling in the warm night air. Paige's touch sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself lost in the moment, forgetting everything else except her and the connection between us.

"Aniyah," Paige whispers, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of music and chatter from the party.

"Yeah?" I respond softly, my heart still racing from the intensity of our kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she admits, her blue eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation or regret.

“Same,” I smile, and we both laugh.

“This… this is not a good idea,” I sigh out.

“Probably,” she jokes. “But I really wanna kiss you again, so maybe let’s have this conversation in the morning,” Paige tilts her head back down to kiss me again.

I squeal, “Paige! Hold on, Jalen’s still here. So is literally everyone else.”

“C’monnn.. Jalen’s probably blacked out or cross-faded by now. Let’s just sneak past everybody…” She leans down, kissing up my neck.

“I… Paige..” I breathe out.

“Hm?”

“Seriously.. hold on two seconds. Just let me check on him.”

She rolls her eyes sassily, gripping my waist again, “Fine.”

I pull her hands off my waist, interlocking our fingers and dragging her with me back into the house full of drunken young adults. We continue to weave our way through the house finally getting to the room packed full of loud frat guys, including Jalen.

As Paige predicted, Jalen’s 6’3 self passed out on the couch surrounded by his friends in equal states.

“I fuckin’ told you dude,” Paige nudges me with her elbow.

“Shut up!” I laugh turning around and pushing her back slightly.

She grips my wrist, pulling me into her body. “Now can we…? You know..” she says smirking.

I burst out laughing, “Yes! Jesus, you—horndog.”

“The fuck is a horndog, bruh?” She replies chuckling.

“Girl I don’t know! And by the way, don’t call me ‘bruh’ when you’re trying to shove your fingers ins-“

Slapping a hand over my mouth, “Okay okay!”

We both laugh to ourselves as we stumble up the stairs with our mouths attached, bumping into walls and pictures along the way. Finally reaching my room and falling through the doorway.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Gurll, lavender is my go-to reread everytime. Ig u are taking requests (😂🫶🏻), I would really like to see how Joel found out Doc was pregnant of Sylvie and those sweet pregnancy exchanges - like him being worried (‘cause in the original we skip the whole pregnancy). 😎

OMG Hi Bestie!!!

So you'll see some of this in Girl Dad, a canon one shot I did for Doc's birthday back in October. You see some of Doc panicking about Sylvie on her birthday because she's never made it further in a pregnancy and her birthday has just such an awful personal history for her and Joel loves her through it. We also see Joel being just a precious father to his newest baby girl.

BUT... here's some more of the pregnancy for you ❤️

Expecting

20 years after your first pregnancy, you find yourself expecting again. Things are a bit different this time. A Lavender Drabble.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender

Warnings: Pregnancy. Smut adjacent. No use of y/n. 18+ only Minors DNI

Length: 2k

September 2, 2024

The first time you threw up, Joel was on patrol.

It's not like you'd gotten your period since the two of you had started trying but you didn't put much stock in that. You'd never been regular and you were nearing menopause now. Missing a period or two was hardly monumental.

But the nausea the morning you woke up alone was.

You rocketed to the bathroom, doubling over the toilet, everything left in you from the night before coming up.

"Shit," you whispered, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand as your stomach still churned.

You knew this feeling. It had been a long time but you knew it.

And you knew you should be happy about it. It wasn't like last time. You and Joel were together now. Not just together, you were married. Things were secure - as secure as they could be in the apocalypse, anyway - and you were trying for this.

But it was still the apocalypse.

It was no small part of you that thought this wasn't going to happen. That you were going to try and try and then menopause would kick in and you'd never have a child you made with Joel. You'd resigned yourself to that a long time ago, that you'd never be a mother to someone that grew inside of you, never raise someone that you'd brought into being through love. You had Ellie who was your child in every way that mattered and that was more than enough.

But you were pregnant. You were sure of it. And you should have been happy about that - thrilled, in fact. Part of you was. The rest of you was terrified.

What had you been thinking? Bringing a child into this destroyed world? Would Joel even still want this now that it was real and not some imagined, idealized thing on the distant horizon? How were you supposed to protect a baby from the horrors of this reality? Even here in Jackson there was fear and risk and you'd gone and done this on purpose.

You didn't tell anyone, though the nurses at the clinic could tell you were off all day. You assured them that you were fine while trying not to panic. What if Joel changed his mind? What if, when faced with the reality of it, he didn't want to bring a baby into this world?

You threw up again that afternoon, the sickening feeling hanging around after everything came back up and you tried not to cry.

Joel got home after Ellie was already in bed that night, his patrol keeping him out late. You were pacing the kitchen when you heard the front door open and close quietly, the squeak of the floorboards under his heavy boots.

"Baby?" He frowned poking his head into the kitchen. "What're you still doin' up, it's late..."

"I know," you smiled a little, looking him up and down and taking stock to make sure he was still in one piece. "I'm glad you're back."

He smiled back, coming all the way into the kitchen to take you in his arms and kiss you, gentle and deep.

"You and me both," he said. "Gettin' too old to be sleeping rough like that, feel like I did my time with that shit getting out here..."

You laughed a little and nuzzled into him, breathing in the sweaty, woodsy scent of him.

"What's wrong, baby," he whispered, his arms enveloping you totally, holding you against him. "Can tell you got somethin' on that big brain of yours."

You pulled back from him just enough to see his face, his arms still holding you loosely. His face was smeared with dirt, the grime of the trail and sweat on his skin and his eyes were soft and warm and like home.

"I'm pregnant," you said softly. Those eyes got wider. "I know we've been trying but... It's real now and..."

"You're pregnant?" He breathed, stepping back from you, his hands going to your shoulders. You nodded, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. "Oh Baby..."

He took your face in his hands and kissed you again, so hard you could taste the passion on his tongue.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes searching yours as he pulled back from you and taking your shoulders again. You just nodded again, your heart pounding. "Fuck, that's... that's amazing, we're gonna... Baby, you're pregnant!"

"Yeah," you laughed a little. "Yeah, I am... You're happy?"

"Happy?" He laughed back. "Baby, I'm... I'm so far beyond fuckin' happy that word don't even begin to cover it."

He got to his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips, sliding around to cradle the small of your back as he looked lovingly at your stomach.

"You're pregnant," he said, awed, almost to himself. He pressed a kiss to you, over your womb, before one of his hands came to hold you reverently there. "Our baby is in you, right now."

"Yeah," you smiled, voice wet. "Yeah, they are."

"That's amazing," he whispered before looking up at you. "You're amazing, you're the most amazing thing I've ever seen..."

You ran your fingers through his curls before cupping his cheek.

"Thank you," you said, your whole being feeling lighter now, knowing that he was really in this with you.

"For what?" He asked, getting to his feet and pulling you against him again. "You're the one doin' all the work."

You smiled a little.

"For wanting this with me," you said quietly. "I was afraid... I'm still afraid. But we can do this."

"We can do this," he echoed you, kissing your temple. "You, me, Ellie, this baby. We're a family. We can do this."

You put a palm over your womb again, cradling where the child you'd made with Joel was growing inside you.

He was right. You could do this.

But things were different after that.

Joel hovered. It reminded you a bit of when he first came to the QZ, back when he thought his fear was something he could push past if he just got close enough. You’d be working at the clinic, turn around to pick something up and then Joel would be there. You’d be relaxing on the couch and decide you needed a cup of water and, the second you started to move, he was up instead asking what you needed.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting my own drink, you know,” you said a two months after you’d told him you were pregnant and Joel had damn near held you down instead of letting you go to the kitchen. “Also capable of walking to the mess hall on my own, making my own lunches…”

“All the work you’re doin’ growing my baby, I should do something,” he replied, bringing you a glass of water. “Seems like this is the least of it.”

You might have believed him if it wasn’t for the other things, too.

You’d become insatiable during pregnancy, all but demanding sex at least once if not twice a day. You couldn’t get enough of Joel but he seemed to be able to get enough of you.

It was close to Christmas when you finally brought it up, Joel’s hands more gently roaming over your skin rather than with any desire or need.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not interested, you know,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.

Joel frowned, looking over your face for a moment.

“What?” He sounded completely puzzled. “Why would I not be interested?”

“I know I look different now,” you ran a hand over your growing bump and took a deep breath. “It’s OK if you’re not as attracted to me at the moment…”

“In what fuckin’ universe am I not attracted to you?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. “Baby, if I could spend the rest of my damn life inside you, I’d be a happy man.”

Your confusion must have shown because he brushed your hair back before adjusting your face to look at him.

“What’s goin’ on,” he asked gently. “Why are you saying this stuff.”

“You don’t touch me like you used to,” you said quietly, hoping you didn’t sound too wounded by it. “And it’s OK if you don’t want me like that right now, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t really want and…”

“Baby,” he cut you off. “I’m gonna stop you right there. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted you more than I do right now. Not when I first met you and you were some hot young thing, not when you first got off the plane to come visit, not when I first saw you again in the QZ. Seeing you grow our baby is the most beautiful, most sexy thing in the damn world, don’t go thinking otherwise.”

“Oh,” you frowned. “Then… I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

“I just…” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at you again, a pained look on his face. “I’m scared, baby. I’m scared in a way I ain’t been since we came to Jackson.”

“Joel,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “We’re OK here, we’re safe here…”

“I know,” he said. “You’re safe from infected and you’re safe from raiders but… baby, what if you get hurt? You’re the doctor here, what if something happens to you or the baby? What if there isn’t someone who knows how to save you? What if I do somethin’ to you on accident, what if I’m too rough because I’m caught up in touching you the way I want? I can’t risk that, baby, I can’t.”

“Oh Joel,” you breathed, pressing yourself closer. “You’re not going to hurt us. I promise, you’ve never been too rough with me. If something doesn’t feel right I’ll tell you but it’s OK. We’re safe. You’re safe.” You guided his hand to your breast, his large palm curving around the soft flesh. “And I want you to touch me, really touch me. Please.”

He was cautious at first, hesitant. Now that you knew he was afraid, it was easier to see it on his face and feel it in his touch. But you guided him through it, holding his hand, reassuring him, until he was lost in you and things felt right for the first time in months.

You learned how to head things off after that. When he would appear in the clinic, you would give him a kiss and tell him how you were feeling. If the baby was moving, you’d guide his hand to your stomach to let him feel them alive inside you. When you needed something at home and could see that he was restless and distracted by worry, you’d ask him for help. You started meeting him at the gates after patrol so he could see you and touch you as soon as he was back, feeling how he relaxed when his hands were on you.

When you went into labor, though, you were worried. You knew he was afraid but then, so were you. You were afraid not just of what could happen, of how it would hurt under the best of circumstances, but of how to help Joel through it, too.

But he sensed what you were doing right away, so in tune with you now. He climbed into the bed behind you, pulling you back so your head was resting on his chest.

“Don’t you dare worry about me,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “I’ve got you, baby. Got both of you.”

You smiled a little as the contraction eased and he held you a little tighter.

“I know you do,” you relaxed into the firm, strong body of your husband. “I know.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #kit answers #send asks #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #lavender #lavenderversary

[baby-yongbok]

A Feeling

Boyfriend!Bang Chan × Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst with a pinch of sugar at the end

Summary: There's a feeling in your chest that you can't seem to shake.

Warnings: Mentions of betrayal, Themes of cheating, Drinking, Broken Glass, Name calling. (I think this is it, let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: Happy Birthday Dear Chrisssss, Happy Birthday to you! + I've been having some issues with writing due to my health so I hope that this piece is good lol I got approval from my best friend and I trust her so here you go! This is one of the many posts that I'll be making for Our Leaders birthday so be on the look out!

✨Masterlist✨

The sting of bourbon flooded your throat as you threw back yet another shot. What was supposed to be a date night with Chris turned into you ordering a meal for one and him staying late at the company to fix a sudden studio mistake.

It wasn't the fact that your date night got canceled that bothered you, it was something else. It was a feeling that lingered in your chest. A feeling that something was wrong. You couldn't quite put your finger on it and the more you wondered the closer you got to finishing half a bottle of bourbon by yourself.  At this point you might as well wait for Chris to get home. It's about three in the morning now so he should be home any -

"Baby?" Your boyfriend's voice startled you out of your deep thoughts. "What are you still doing up?" 

"I kinda got… stuck. And then I got the bourbon out and ended up a little drunk.. so put the two together and you get this." Motioning towards yourself hunched over in the barstool you sigh.  "I couldn't shake this feeling..." 

"Are you sober enough to talk about it?" Stalking towards you slowly, Chris takes the empty seat next to yours.  

"Maybe it's best if I'm not sober for this? Maybe it'll make it easier to ask you and depending on the answer I wouldn't mind having it be harder to remember."

Confusion consumes his features as he leans forward, crossing both of his arms on the kitchen island "What could possibly be bothering you this much, babygirl?"

"I feel like.. there's something you have to tell me. I feel like today, something happened and you need to tell me but you aren't sure about it." Chris perks up a bit as you explain yourself to him. "If my feelings are correct then I need you to tell me what it is right now. Cause I can't sleep with this in my chest."

Running his hand over his face he covers his mouth for a second as he takes in all that you've said.

"Chris?" He looks up at you, directly into your eyes. "What is it?"

With a heavy sigh Chris squeezes his eyes shut as he prepares to speak. "Your friend… you know how you asked me to get Michelle a job at the company?" You shake your head as you follow his story. " Well ever since she started working there she's been.. suspiciously enthusiastic to see me. I thought that maybe she was just grateful that I got her the job and decided not to read too much into it"

Sighing, Chris runs both of his hands over his face and then looks down at the marble of the island. "Today, she went with us to assist with the Hilfiger shoot, she was just there to help make sure that it all went smoothly. Everything seemed perfectly normal until we were in the vans on our way home. I sat in the back and she made it her mission to sit next to me even though she was supposed to be in the other van. She was quiet for a bit, just listening to me Han and Felix talk until she suddenly tapped me and started talking about fate. She said that she's been waiting for an opportunity to get closer to me and this job has given her that." 

He pauses as he takes a second to read your body language. You couldn't hide how tense you are even if you wanted to. Your first instinct was to explode before he could even finish his story. You wanted to call him a liar for saying that Michelle, your best friend since preschool, would say such a thing to him but sadly you knew he wasn't lying. After being with him for three years you've learned how to tell when he’s hiding something from you. 

"I told her that I didn't understand. I told her that she knows I'm with you and I'm happy in this relationship. I told her that I only got her the job because you asked me to. She proceeded to talk about how much she... how much she liked me and then she told me that watching me during the shoot turned her on... then she, she uh.. she kissed me." 

You urgently sat up in your seat as you imagined just what he said. There's no way that Michelle would do that to you… right?  "And I pushed her away immediately, as soon as I processed the feeling I panicked and Han saw it all."

Quietly, you start to piece together everything that Chris just put out in the open. There’s no way that Michelle would never betray you like that. The two of you are partners in crime, you love each other, you respect each other.  

"Michelle -" You pause, your buzzing thoughts making it more difficult to complete your sentence..  "She wouldn’t -" 

You attempt to process the information over and over, the fuzziness that the bourbon’s caused making it a bit hard to piece it all together clearly but you know that it's true. It’s obvious that Chris isn't lying. He scratches the back of his neck when he's lying and on top of that, he has no reason to tell a lie about Michelle.

 "That fucking skank" Your glass shatters on the kitchen floor as a storm of anger closes in on your senses. You stumble to your feet and go straight for your cell on the kitchen counter.  

"Y/n" Chris swiftly stalks after you, grabbing your waist from behind. 

"Fucking let go of me." You fight his hold but all it does is make him hold onto you tighter. 

"You're drunk, if you're going to call her, do it tomorrow." You continue to fight him, the rage you felt was only enhanced by the bourbon and you knew that, yet you couldn't find it in you to calm the storm in your chest

"How could she do this shit?" 

"Baby, please calm down." He drags you down to the kitchen floor and pulls you into his lap. To you, it felt like you were still fighting but you were still now, being cradled by Chris as you sobbed into his chest. The transition was unbeknownst to you, it was so sudden.  

"How could she do that to me? She knows…" Chris shushes you as he strokes your hair. His thumb softly rubbing soothing circles into the exposed skin of your thigh. 

"She knows you're mine." 

"I'm sorry, I was never going to keep this from you. I just didn't know.. I didn't know how to tell you. I was going to give it till the morning." 

"Did you like it.."

"What?" Looking down at you with furrowed brows Chris’ grip on you loosens just for it to tighten again.  "No, no I didn't. I pushed her away. I immediately felt… dirty and scared.. scared that she'd cost me your trust, scared that you'd freak out so badly that you'd hate me for even saying anything. I hated every second of it and I hate every second of this feeling that it left me with. I love you, Y/n. I've never wanted anything with anyone else and that includes Michelle."

Silence envelopes the two of you as he holds you and you him.  The situation at hand was looming slowly around the two of you. You're almost positive that Chris will call Han in the morning to confirm everything that he told you. And you'll call Michelle and ask her why the fuck she thought this was okay.  

"We should get you some water then into bed, it’s late" Slowly you nod your head to agree with him but before you can stand Chris scoops you up in his arms bridal style and stands. " I don't want you hurting yourself on the glass." 

You look down at the shattered shot glass on the kitchen floor then back up at Chris. He’s watching you with soft eyes, a weak smile pulling at his lips. A surge of desire washes over you and you can't help what happens next. Grabbing his face with both of your hands you kiss him hard and passionate. He kisses you back with the same hunger allowing your energies to mix in a delicious and raw display of passion. As his lips tangle with yours he takes a couple steps back, away from the mess on the kitchen floor. You can hear the crack beneath his shoe as he steps on a piece of stray glass. 

You comb your fingers through his hair, grabbing some of it and pull slightly at the roots. A moan slips from his lips and it drives you over the edge.  

"Please." You both are panting as you pull away and plead for him. " Please, I need you."

"You're drunk." He looks down at you with sad yet lust flooded eyes.  You can tell it's killing him to deny you of your desire. "Trust me, I want to but you're wasted and not even two minutes ago you were angry and crying...Right now you only want me to prove that she can’t, ask me again tomorrow and I won't hesitate" 

"Okay." The Silence comes back to hug you both as he carries you into your shared bedroom and sits you onto the bed.  

"I'm gonna get you some water and clean up that glass. You should shower and change into something for bed." He kisses you on your cheek and you watch him as he walks away. His black t-shirt and joggers fit him beautifully and you couldn't help but resent him for it just a bit. You don’t move, your thoughts are running too wild for you to think about doing anything else besides calling Michelle and yelling every profanity that you can think of at her. You almost don’t notice Chris come back into the room with a bottle of water in hand and confusion written on his features.

“Are you going to shower?” You look up at him with your glazed eyes, searching his features for the right answer but it’s no use. 

“I don’t know.” You whisper and Chris takes a step towards you, Standing in front of you and gently guiding your head to rest on his stomach. You sigh at the contact, taking in his gentle touch.

“Maybe we’ll just call it a night? Shower in the morning.” You nod your head lazily as a tear runs down your cheek and soaks into the cotton of his shirt.

“You’re mine, right?” He pulls back from you a bit to see your face. He cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. 

“All yours, only yours.” His eyes stay on yours, a soft and loving gaze that you know holds nothing but the truth. You shake your head slightly, grinning a bit. 

“You promise?” He returns your grin before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“I promise.”

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[jongbross]

a damn good feeling (sub!park chanyeol x reader)

pairing: sub!park chanyeol x reader word count: 3748 genre: smutty warnings: description of sexual activies, fingering/anal play (male receiving), blowjob, handjob, nipple play, swearing, reader is a producer, chanyeol is really sensitive a/n: can you imagine this huge, giant baby being a sub? cause i do! happy birthday, yeollie, i love you to death <3

once again, you sighed as the inspiration did not come your way.

it’s been days since you started working on this new song, but somehow you got stuck in this part of the melody and it just didn’t flow anymore, your mind didn’t function when you tried to decide what should come next - even the lyrics felt somewhat wrong now.

as you heard a soft chuckle coming from behind you, you turned your chair around to meet chanyeol on the couch, legs spread wide as he smiled at his phone. his eyes met yours when he heard your chair, and suddenly his eyebrows were shot up almost to his hairline.

“did i disturb you? i’m sorry, i’ll be-”

“no, no. it wasn’t you, babe.”

chanyeol watched for a few seconds as you threw your head back, staring at the studio ceiling and once again sighing.

“what’s wrong?”, he asked.

you pouted, and he had to hold back a laugh. weren’t you the cutest thing ever?

“i can’t get past this part of the song. don’t know what should come next.”

chanyeol blocked his phone, putting away and paying close attention to you now. as your boyfriend (and a musician himself), it was his duty to try and help you.

“you have the lyrics, right?”

“yeah.”

“and the melody? ad libs?"

“i thought the melody and lyrics were alright, but now i don’t know anymore. i feel like it’s missing something, maybe it is the ad libs i recorded, but i didn’t actually like them. i don’t know… i don’t know.”

you two stayed that way for a moment, you staring at the ceiling and chanyeol staring at you. when he finally spoke again, you scoffed.

“can i hear it so far?”

“of course not!”, you exclaimed, shooting your eyes at him and making him laugh.

“come on, baby! i just wanna help!”

“yeah? so find another way”, you said, trying not to laugh too.

chanyeol knew how much you hated showing unfinished stuff to people, how you always tried finishing your projects on your own if that’s how you started.

well, at least he made you almost laugh.

“okay, so why don’t you come to rest with me for a bit? maybe it will help you ease your thoughts.”

he spread his arms in your direction, his comfortable aura calling out for you. his dark hair was kinda messed up, his gray jumper making him seem soft and warm. there was no way you could resist that.

you got up from your chair, smiling when chanyeol let out a little “yes!”. you sat next to him on the couch, feeling his big body embracing you and pulling you down with him as he laid down on top of you. chanyeol rested his head on your chest, intertwining your legs and taking a deep breath. you, on the other hand, closed your eyes at the amazing sensation of your boyfriend’s weight on top of you, his long arms involving you and his fluffy hair against your chin.

“you can sleep for a bit if you want to”, chanyeol calmly said. “i’ll wake you up.”

“nah, i don’t feel like sleeping.”

you slipped your hands under chanyeol’s jumper, thumbs caressing his back and slowly going up to his ribs. he hummed against your skin, melting at your touch and closing his eyes too.

it was all too comfortable, too soft. the perfect cozy moment you were longing for.

until you grabbed his flesh a bit tighter.

chanyeol’s soft moan didn’t go unnoticed. you opened your eyes, still feeling how relaxed he was against your body. you did it again, like you were trying to massage his skin - and, once again, chanyeol moaned.

“baby…”, he said against your skin.

“yeah?”

chanyeol looked at you then, resting his chin on your chest.

“what are you doing?”

“nothing”, you shrugged. “you’re the one who’s moaning at my bare touch.”

he smirked, gaze falling at your lips now and, in a split of seconds, his lips were on yours. chanyeol kissed you softly, taking all the time in the world to do so. his lips danced on top of yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth as he let go of your body and rested his arms on each side of your head on the couch, supporting his weight on his elbows now.

your hands kept wandering under his jumper, caressing his skin and making him sigh into your kiss. you pulled him a bit closer, palms spread on his back as his chest now rested on top of your torso, pressing just enough his skin to yours. your fingertips grabbed his flesh one more time, but not too gentle now, and chanyeol moaned on your lips.

the sound made you open your eyes once again, wide in realization. your lips stopped moving, and scared that something might have happened, chanyeol broke the kiss and looked at you.

“what’s wrong?”, he asked, curious about your reaction.

you looked at him, first taking in the sight - a light shade of red burning on his cheeks all up to his ears, lips parted and also red, plumped from the kiss. your hand left his back and went to his face, caressing his cheek. chanyeol leaned on your touch, eyes never leaving you.

“what are you thinking about?”, he asked.

“you’re so beautiful”, and you meant it.

“um… that’s not why you stopped though, i know you.”

you smiled, then so did he. you pecked his lips again, and again, and again; until you had him humming against you.

“can you… can you moan to me again?”

chanyeol smirked, shooting his eyebrows up.

“i didn’t know that got you going so much, baby.”

“that’s not it…”, you said, as chanyeol started to slowly kiss your neck and jaw. “i think i got it.”

“got what?”

you caressed chanyeol’s skin again as he sucked on your sweet spot. you licked your lips too, gathering the courage to spill your words.

“what i need for the song”, you started. another brief moment went by before you finished your thought. “i think… i think it’s your moaning.”

chanyeol stopped what he was doing. damn it, was he offended? i mean, not too many people would be comfortable getting their most private moment sounds recorded, let alone to be put on something that half the world would hear.

would he snap at you? would he think that was crossing the line?

your mind raced a million miles a minute, all into the seconds it took for chanyeol to finally look at you again. his eyes were narrowed, although there was no sign of anger on his beautiful face.

“you wanna… you wanna record me moaning to put on your song?”, he questioned.

you nodded, imagining exactly where his moans would sound better mixed to the melody. it would even increase the lyrics, as you sang about wanting something so badly but not being able to have it, the beat giving off the sexy vibes you wanted.

that was it. the thing that was missing, why the ad libs you recorded didn’t work and why you couldn’t get that song finished. it was begging for chanyeol’s moaning. that’s what it needed.

chanyeol looked away for a moment. shit, how would you apologize? your mind started writing a few apology notes so you would already know what to say in case chanyeol started an argument - but when it took him too long to react, you decided to push that idea away and just hope for the best.

“chanyeol, i-”

“okay”, he said, cutting you off. chanyeol looked at you, a playful smile on his lips. “let’s do it.”

you stared at him, confused.

“wait… like, for real? you ain’t mad i even suggested that?”

“not a bit”, it was his time to shrug. “if it will help you, then let’s do it. i won’t even ask for the credits.”

your smile got bigger and bigger as he spoke, cheeks hurting in happiness for how good your boyfriend was to you. suddenly, you attacked chanyeol with kisses all over his face - his lips, his nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead. it made him giggle and rest his face on the crook of your neck.

“thank you, babe! thank you, thank you, thank you! i promise i won’t tell anyone it’s you.”

“it’s okay”, he said, laughing. “but i will need some stimulation to moan just right for you…”

you rolled your eyes, smirking right away. chanyeol kissed your neck again, lifting his head to look at you. he was smirking too, a devilish look on his eyes.

“yeah? and what do you want me to do to you?”

“anything you’d like”, chanyeol whispered. “if you want me to moan, you’ll have to work for it.”

“that’s not too hard to get, yeol…”

chanyeol shivered at how you used his nickname but, mostly, at how your hands went back under his jumper, nails sinking on his skin. he closed his eyes, damning you for knowing his tastes almost better than himself.

it was your time to kiss his neck and jaw, lips and tongue leaving no piece of skin untouched. chanyeol groaned when you bit him, sure that that would leave a red mark on his throat; he didn’t care though.

chanyeol used one of his hands to grab your face and pull you to kiss your lips. this time, his kiss was intense and passionate, fingers holding you still while he started to build you up. your hands started working too, going up and down his back until you instinctively let them slip inside chanyeol’s sweatpants, grabbing his butt and making him moan once again.

“fuck…”, he said against your lips, and you smirked again.

“hold that thought.”

gently, you pushed chanyeol up so you could have some space to get up. you went to your desk, pressing a few buttons, trying not to seem too excited about that.

“you’re gonna record the whole thing?”, chanyeol spoke. you looked at him, now seated on the couch again with legs spread open and a bulge inside his pants. “naughty…”

you chuckled, going back to your boyfriend and straddling him, sitting on his lap. you helped chanyeol get out of his jumper, his chest now fully exposed to you and at your mercy. you took a deep breath before going in, decided to make his skin your white canvas. you heard him sigh as your lips connected to his collarbone, sliding across his chest and leaving a trace of open mouthed kisses. reaching lower, your tongue danced around his chest, tracing random figures and making chanyeol rest his head on the couch.

he was so lost in your actions that he didn’t actually feel how your hand made its way from his waist to his chest, the tip of your fingers grabbing his right nipple and pinching it hard. chanyeol moaned out loud, squeezing his eyes shut. yeah, that’s exactly the sound you wanted him to make.

you decided to take it further so you dragged your tongue to his left nipple, circulating it and sucking on it. chanyeol’s hands found the way to your waist, holding you so hard you could feel a bit of pain.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“stop it”, you said, tone switching to something more… bossy. “you don’t get to touch me unless i say so. understood?”

chanyeol didn’t answer, he just nodded furiously. so you pinched his nipple harder, and the way his dick twitched below you made it pretty clear you were on the right track.

“i made you a question. words, yeol.”

“yes, yes!”, he desperately said, looking at you. “i understand. just, please… don’t stop…”

“then why are you still touching me?”, as soon as the words left your mouth, his hands dropped from your waist and into the couch. you smiled at him. “good boy.”

you started once again to suck on his nipple, this time the one you had pinched. chanyeol moaned once again, bucking his hips up in a try to have some friction. so you complied, starting to dry hump him as your tongue made wet, naughty noises around his nipple. your lips started to move up as chanyeol moaned once again, this time a bit louder. you took a special time to work on his throat, sucking on the sensitive skin while your hips didn’t stop moving, not even for a second.

your hands roamed north too, caressing chanyeol’s chest and also scratching it, leaving red marks behind. one of your hands then rested around his neck, fingers digging into the skin and putting just the right amount of pressure.

“harder”, he moaned to you. “please… harder…”

“color?”, you whispered in his ear.

“green.”

so once again, you complied. your hand choked chanyeol a little bit harder, making him gasp and hold onto the couch cushion for dear life. he could feel your breathing on his ear and your hips moving against his clothed dick, and it just made him feel like he was welcomed into heaven. chanyeol licked his lips, opening his eyes and finally looking at you - he had to watch that scene with his own eyes.

he moaned again when you looked at him too, lips so plumped from sucking his skin. as the sound let out his mouth, you choked him harder once again, and instead of interrupting his sweet little noise it only made him moan louder out of pleasure. 

“good boy”, you praised him, index finger reaching to touch his lips. chanyeol didn’t hesitate to put it in his mouth and suck it, making you moan with him.

“baby, please…”, he whined.

“what? what do you want?”

“finger me”, chanyeol moaned, sucking your finger again.

you shook your head, letting go of his neck and, consequently, taking your finger out of his mouth.

“i don’t have lube here, love.”

“it’s okay, i trust you”, he said. “just… fuck, please… i wanna sound good to you.”

you shot an eyebrow up, challengingly looking at chanyeol. he nodded, blinking fast and hard as he bucked his hips up once again, knuckles getting white from how hard he was holding onto the couch’s cushion. chanyeol mumbled a few incomprehensible things, eyes closing when you squeezed his throat again.

he let out a breath as he felt you getting up from his lap. chanyeol was ready to complain, to whine, to beg you not to stop - he choked on his own words though as you kneeled in front of him, hands resting on both sides of his hips and tapping on his skin, a silent signal for him to move up so you could pull his sweatpants down. he did it then, a sigh leaving his lips as he finally felt himself getting free of those suddenly tight boxers. 

chanyeol didn’t say a word as you also took off his shoes, pulling his pants from both his legs so he was entirely naked in front of you now. he gasped when he felt your hands on his knees, pushing them and making enough room for you to be between his legs. your eyes finally looked away from his face and focused on his dick now, rock hard and begging for attention.

“please”, chanyeol whispered, voice melting in desperation.

“shhh…”, you shushed him, reaching two fingers to his lips and stuffing them into his mouth. “get them wet for me, baby”.

so as chanyeol sucked both your middle and ring finger, your other hand found its way to his member, slowly starting to pump it. he moaned around your digits, legs instinctively getting wider for you when he felt your thumb playing with his tip. you gathered all the precum you could possibly get, using it to make it easier for your hand to slide from the base to the top, and then repeat the movement over and over again. 

the moment chanyeol watched you gathering more of his fluids and using it to tease just the tip of his hole was when he lost it. he whimpered loudly, almost like he wasn’t still sucking on your fingers - and sucking it good. you circulated his entrance with your thumb mostly, making it just wet enough to push through it.

“use your safe words, okay?”, you asked, taking your fingers from his mouth with a pop.

“okay!”

chanyeol closed his eyes, already knowing what would follow. he felt, with tensed abs, as you slowly pushed your middle finger into him, a long and heavenly moan being let out from the back of his throat - or of his soul, you weren’t sure. you mirrored him and moaned too, just from how hot that whole scene was.

“color?”, you asked him, as soon as your whole finger was inside him.

“so fucking green”, he groaned. “more… please, more…”

you smirked, loving the way he licked his lips in anticipation. slowly, almost teasingly now, you pulled your middle finger out of him just so you could push it into again, now with your ring finger followed by it. chanyeol moaned once again, his voice getting deeper as he clenched around you when you were knuckles deep inside him.

your other hand went back to pumping his dick, which now was bright red and leaking. your fingers started to thrust into him, not too hard so you wouldn’t hurt him, but definitely not too soft so he could still feel you. 

“does it feel good, yeol?”

he nodded, and screamed when you squeezed the tip of his dick.

“use your words or i’ll stop.”

“yes!”, he immediately said. “yes, i-it does feel good! it feels so good, fuck, baby…”

“what’s the color?”

“green, green, green! just… just keep going, please. don’t stop.”

“i’m gonna suck you off now”, you told him, and smirked again as he quickly opened his eyes and looked down at you. “i don’t want you to hold back, okay? moan all you want, let it out. this is your show, baby.”

before he could answer it, you were already with your lips around his dick, sucking on his tip before taking all of him into your mouth and feeling him hitting the back of your throat. and chanyeol really obeyed you, because the scream he let out was sinful. the combination of your lips on him, your hot and soft mouth, and your fingers thrusting into the pace you knew he loved was all too much for him - there was no way he could hold back his moans, not even if he wanted to.

chanyeol cursed a little bit, nonsense words spilling out of his mouth and sometimes getting cut by another moan, sometimes by the calling of your name. surprisingly, his hands were still on each side of him, almost tearing the cushion into pieces as his nails were sinked into it. you loved how chanyeol could never disobey you, how he would always listen and obliged what you said.

his long moans echoed through the whole room, loud and smoothly. his voice was like velvet, and even when it cracked or he gasped, sighed instead of being vocal, it still sounded like the hottest song you’ve ever heard - well, it would sound like a song afterwards. there was particularly one moan he let out, when he felt you too moaning around his dick, that just made your heart skip a beat because, firstly, you were so in love with him and being the reason why he felt so good, being the only one who could pleasure him like that was priceless; and second, it would sound so fucking good to the beat of your song.

when chanyeol started to buck his hips up and clench around your fingers again though, you knew he was close. looking up at him, you saw his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat, as well as the red marks of your nails on his stomach and around his nipples, from your sucking. his eyes met yours, and with the tiniest smirk he could form, he moaned again.

oh, no. you don’t get to be cocky now, chanyeol.

he choked on whatever sound he was about to make when you twisted your fingers inside him, reaching his sweet spot for the first time that day and making him shut his eyes. you also pulled him out of your mouth, thumb caressing his tip - it still felt good, but it wasn’t your throat though.

“now what were you smiling for?”

“i’m sorry!”, chanyeol answered right on the spot. “i w-wasn’t, i swear i wasn’t! please, let me cum, baby. please…”

“liar”, you laughed, but still wrapped your lips around him again, pushing him to the back of your throat.

your goal was to make him cum now, and so you did. your fingers started to thrust him a little faster, each time twisting so they could reach where he wanted them the most. your tongue, skillful and hot, came in touch with all of his dick, hand paying some attention to the base of it. 

it didn’t take too long. his moans got familiarly louder and squeaky, so you weren’t surprised when you felt him coming inside your mouth - in fact, you did your best to swallow everything. chanyeol dropped his head to the back of the couch, chest raising and dropping as he tried to catch his breath. still sensitive, still high from his release, he whined when he felt you pulling both his dick out of your mouth and your fingers out of him, suddenly feeling empty and exposed. when you opened your eyes though, it was your time to gasp.

“yeol”, you whispered, quickly getting up and sitting beside him. “are you crying?”

one of your hands instinctively found its way to his face, wiping the silent tears from the corner of his eyes. chanyeol slightly chuckled as he leaned into your touch - your hand smelled like him, and he very much enjoyed that.

“yeah, that was… that was just intense”, he whispered back, finally touching you and holding your wrist, so you couldn’t let go of his face. “one of the best orgasms i had lately.”

you chuckled, pulling him in for a soft, long kiss. his sweaty forehead came in touch with yours, one resting against the other while he sincerely smiled at you.

“you were so good, love”, you praised him, kissing him again. “such a good boy.”

“well… anything for the music.”

#park chanyeol x reader #park chanyeol x you #park chanyeol imagines #park chanyeol fanfic #park chanyeol fic #park chanyeol smut #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol x you #chanyeol imagines #chanyeol smut #chanyeol fanfic #chanyeol fic #exo imagines #exo smut #exo x reader #exo x you #exo fanfic #exo scenarios #exo #exo chanyeol #park chanyeol #chanyeol #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios

[alexfromjersey]

LONG ROAD TO GRIEF & RECOVERY

Vada Cavell x G!P OC

word count:

warnings: none

a/n: quick little chapter. I kinda neglected this story for my other Jenna one…sorry 😬.

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“Sleeping Beauty has finally awakened from her slumber”

Deep breath in.

“I’m older than both of you so what I say goes”

Hold it.

“I wish you would just let your balls drop and talk to her. The longing gaze from across the room is so Twilight”

Hold it.

“Happy Birthday youngsters”

Hold it.

“DEVYN!”

Hold it.

“JORDAN!”

Hold it.

“You have to keep your eyes open. Don’t close them”

Exhale.

You let out the breath you were holding into the spirometer. The doctor took the device from you and logged in the numbers. It's been a week since the school shooting. You were shot in your lower abdomen and the bullet lodged into your hip bone. Thankfully, nothing major was nicked or hit, But the doctors had to leave the bullet in otherwise it would cause extensive bleeding.

“Okay Miss Vaughn, your lungs seem clear and strong. But if you start to have trouble breathing or cough/vomit blood, unbearable pain in your hip, go to the ER immediately” The Doctor insisted.

You nodded at his words. Your mother sat in the chair bouncing her leg up and down.

“What about the physical therapy for her leg? Is there a program or something?” Your mom asked.

“There is a physical therapy program we have but without insurance, it costs $250 per session. Based off Jordan’s injury, she will need sessions twice a week” The Doctor explained.

You look over at your mother who seems to be in deep thought. Your face falls when you realize where her thought process is going.

“Okay, thank you Doc” Your mother nodded. She grabs your crutch and helps you to stand. The two of you walk out the office together. You make it to the car and with a bit of a struggle, you manage to get in the front seat.

Your mom gets in the car and pulls out a cigarette. The two of you just sit in silence inside your heads.

“I know what you’re thinking. I know I promised I’ll never go back but…you need those sessions baby” Your mom mumbled.

“I don’t need them. I can do it myself. I can find tutorials on YouTube and do it like that. You don’t have to go back” You said.

“Jordan you’re not a Doctor. You don’t know if doing it yourself will help. These shifts at the diner barely pays the bills and I need you back at 100%” Your mom stated.

You stare out the window with a despondent expression.

“I’m doing this for you. You are my world and I love you forever” Your mom said and grabbed your face to look at her.

You look into her slighted dilated eyes to see nothing but genuine love in them.

“I love you too Mom” You spoke genuinely. Your mom gives you a kiss on the forehead before starting the car.

“Can I go by Quinton’s? I want to check up on him” You asked.

“Of course” Your mom answered.

For the next 15 minutes, you sat in the car with your head against the window looking at the passing scenery. The radio was softly playing in the background and the smell of cigarettes filled the car. You and Quinton hasn’t talk since he told you the news of Devyn passing. You were preoccupied with recovering but you also wanted to give him space to grieve.

It was going to hard moving on with life without Devyn. You felt about the idea. You didn’t want to move on. You wanted to be swallowed up with guilt. Guilt that you survived and he didn’t. Guilt that you could possibly be happy one day.

“Hey Jord, we’re here” Your mom shook you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw the house you’ve been to numerous times. It felt weird, you started to get nervous. You kept rubbing your sweaty palms on your pants. Your mom took notice and she grabbed your hand.

“Hey, why don’t we go together” Your mom offered.

You swallow harshly and nod at her offer. She gave you an encouraging smile before getting out and coming to your side. She helped you exit the car and walk up the stairs. She knocked on the door for you.

A few moments later, the door opens to reveal Mrs. Hasland.

“I…I” You struggled to find words to say.

Suddenly, you are eloped into a huge. Mrs. Hasland hugged you tightly with tears pouring out her eyes. She kept muttering Thank You Lord into your shoulder over and over again. You wrap your arms around her tightly to return the hug.

Quinton appears from behind his mother. After his mother was finished hugging you, he pulled you into a tight hug too. The two of you pouring everything you needed to say in the hug.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A couple of days go by, you spent most of your time at Quinton’s house since your mother started having her company over. You didn’t want to see the men or hear the noises so you went over to Quinton’s, his parents not minding a bit.

You attended Devyn’s funeral which surprised you and everyone else because you absolutely despised funerals. If you could get out of going to one, you 100% did. But this was Devyn, one of your best friends. You couldn’t not go, you wanted to say goodbye to him one last time. You also didn’t want him to haunt you for not attending.

Another surprise was seeing Mia Reed and Vada at the service. You didn’t expect them to show up at all but you and Quinton appreciated it. The four of you all exchanged socials and phone numbers to keep in contact with one another and check up on each other.

Ding!

The sound of the text message sound brings you out of your thoughts. You grab your phone from the nightstand to see a text message from Vada.

Vada: hey (2:34 am)

Jordan: hey (2:35 am)

Vada: im surprised ur still up (2:35 am)

Jordan: could say the same thing for u (2:36 am)

Vada: i couldn’t sleep. the nightmares wont let me (2:36 am)

Jordan: same (2:37 am)

You watched as the text bubbles pop up and disappear. They pop up again with a new message.

Vada: this is probs a stupid question to ask but how r u? (2:39 am)

You sigh at the question. You could lie and say your okay or you could tell her the truth.

Jordan: fine as I can be. how bout u? (2:42 am)

Vada: good as anyone could be after something like that (2:43 am)

Jordan: understandable answer (2:43 am)

Vada: im sorry about devyn (2:45 am)

Jordan: thnx (2:48 am)

Vada: do u remember anything anything before u passed out (2:51 am)

Jordan: no. all I remember is falling out the stall and then blackness (2:52 am)

Jordan: truth be told I thought I died (2:52 am)

You don’t know why you lied to the girl. Maybe you think you are protecting from remembering anything from that…or protecting yourself.

Vada: we should hang out sometime (2:56 am)

Jordan: we should. when do u want to? (2:57 am)

Vada: maybe this weekend? (2:58 am)

Jordan: im down (2:59 am)

Vada: great 🙂 (3:01 am)

Jordan: 🙂 (3:01 am)

Vada: i should get some sleep. I’ll text u this weekend (3:02 am)

Jordan: looking forward to it (3:03 am)

Vada liked the message and you locked your phone. You placed your phone back on the charger on the nightstand.

“Looking forward to it, ugh” You cringed.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x oc #jenna marie ortega #g!p reader #jenna ortega #the fallout #vada cavell #vada cavell x reader

[amomentsescape]

Jason is my comfor character so can I request a Jason x reader who comes crying to him cause when she talks to her parents about what upsets her they always blame them for their own feelings and fight starts so their scared to discuss feelings with them and they're mom can't follow through on plans with her cause her job makes her too tired and its always something and they made a plan to visit extended family for a long time then it gets postponed for a long time again and then forgotten about and the only time they seen their extended family on both sides was near there birthday at a funeral when a cousin killed themselves and it feels they can only see their family when someone kills themselves

A Promise to You

Jason Voorhees x Reader

Summary: A fight with their parents drives Reader to see Jason: the one person they know they can rely on.

Warnings: Angst then fluff, mentions of family member suicide

Word Count: 1,136

A/N: Comfort characters are incredibly important, so I hope I wrote him in a light that lines up with what you wanted. Sending you all the love <3

You could feel that familiar burn make its way into your stomach. Your eyes were already watering too despite trying your best to hold them back.

"We'll try to see them next year sometime, okay?" your mother said, her eyes still glued to her phone.

You swallowed roughly and looked down at your hands, noticing the dry skin beside your nails.

Nasty habit, you thought.

"I haven't seen them in so long," you finally responded quietly.

You could hear your father let out a sigh at this.

"Nothin' we can do about it. You'll be fine."

Your eyes began to water once more.

"But the last time the whole family was together was-"

"Near your birthday," your mother cut you off, still refusing to look directly at you.

You looked back at her face, trying to focus on anything other than breaking down right then and there. You tried to steady your breathing.

There was a time when your mother actually tried to talk to you and spend time with you. Although now, that felt like a dream, something that never actually happened.

"It was at my cousin's funeral," you whispered.

Both of your parents looked up at you. Finally.

"Right," was all that was said.

You knew deep down that this conversation was going to end up nowhere, but there was still a part of you that hoped maybe this would be the time they'd actually listen. Maybe this time they'd care.

"It just seems like someone has to die for us to actually see everyone again," you responded a little louder than before.

Whatever hope you had held onto was immediately diminished at your mother rolling her eyes and your father scoffing.

"Jesus, (Y/N). It's not our fault that happened-"

"I'm not saying it was," you shot back. The energy in the room was starting to become uncomfortable.

"Okay, then stop acting like it is!"

You took a deep breath in. "I'm just trying to tell you how I'm feel-"

"How about you do that without blaming us for all of your problems?!" your mother snapped. "It's not our fault the trip was canceled. It's not that big of a deal!"

You could feel your patience wearing thin.

"I'm sorry that the idea of spending time with my family sounded nice for a change! Especially when my own mother won't even acknowledge me when she gets home from work!"

"Do NOT speak to her like that!" your father yelled, his face turning red.

Your mother just looked at you, anger filling in her eyes.

"You don't know what it's like to be exhausted from a full-time job!"

"Well, if I had a child, I would still try to make time for them instead of canceling every plan just because I have to work!"

"Are you saying I'm a bad mother?!"

"You're barely a mother at all when you won't even talk to me!"

Your father stood up at this, walking towards you with a scowl painted on his face.

"Why do you always have to be so goddamn sensitive all the time?! You're not a baby! You don't need us to support you 24/7. You need to learn to grow up!"

At this point, your cheeks were already soaked from all the tears spilled. Your throat ached at trying to hold back the sobs, and you could feel your hands shaking by your sides.

But the worst part wasn't even how pathetic you felt in that moment, crying in the middle of your living room. It was the fact that your parents just stood there staring at you with a look of anger and disappointment etched into their features. You didn't feel loved in that moment- you felt despised.

You didn't want to be here anymore. You needed to get out of that environment before the heavy air suffocated you.

Despite the protests of your parents, you ran out the front door of the home and let your feet take you where they wanted to go.

You didn't know how much time had gone by. It could have been minutes, hours, you didn't care. You knew what you needed, and it was him.

You finally stopped running once the front door to the cabin was right in front of you.

Without even needing to knock, Jason opened the door, his head tilted at why you were there. Not that he wasn't happy to see you, he had just made a rule that you wouldn't go lurking into these woods at night. It wasn't safe for you.

But this worry went out the door the moment he saw your tear stained cheeks and the deep frown carved onto your lips.

He pulled you inside immediately, sitting you down beside him on the couch.

Without even thinking, he wrapped himself around you. And this is what seemed to break the dam.

Your sobs muffled into his chest, and you could feel his arms tighten around your frame. He was almost frightened of what had made you this upset.

He let you cry into him for a bit longer before pulling you back, checking over your body to make sure you weren't physically hurt. When he felt confident you were fine, his eyes met yours and he gave you a questioning look.

You moved your gaze to your lap.

"M-my parents," your voice broke.

Jason seemed to immediately know what you meant by this. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time that something bad had gone down with your parents. As much as he wanted to take away this problem for good, he knew that you would never allow it. You still loved them at the end of the day.

"They j-just never listen to me," you sniffled. "I just wish they'd h-hear me out for once..."

Jason put his hand on the side of your face, wiping away the new tears that continued to spill from your eyes.

He took your own hand gently in his free one, placing it over his chest. It was what he did whenever he wanted to reassure you or tell you that he loves you.

This managed to get a little smile from you.

No matter what happened, Jason was always there for you. He was the one person you knew who would hear you out and never judge. It was why this was the one place your feet decided to carry you to when your own home felt like too much.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," you whispered to him.

You could see his eyes brighten under his mask at this. He nodded as if to say he felt the same.

He couldn't prevent these things from occurring, but Jason promised to always be there to pick you up. And Jason doesn't break his promises.

#jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #slashers x reader #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #slasher fandom #slashers preference #slasher preference #slashers

[macravishedbymactavish]

Somebody Come Get Him (TF141 x M!Reader)

He's dancing like a stripper.

TW for mentions of alcohol, swearing, club dancers. Soap wants to be a sugar baby but do we blame him.

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You passively listened as plans for a night out this weekend were being planned. Who would be the designated driver? Should we go somewhere new? You two are coming, right?

"Sorry guys, I'll have to pass on that. It's my grans birthday and you know how it is with older people" you chuckled at the momentary horror in their eyes. "I'm sure Simon will be a good sport and go out this time. Right mate?"

The look of object horror and filtered rage in your best friends gaze caused your heart to skip a beat or two. You loved Simon like a brother, but he was a scary motherfuc--

"'Course I will, since you can't be bothered. Tell Gran I say hello" He quipped, seeing right through you. Fuck I shouldn't have thrown him under the bus...

Swallowing the growing anxiety inside, knowing this was bound to bite you in the ass later. You gave your friends a warm smile before bidding yourself off. To granny's house.

--

"You're late!" You heard an accented voice scold as you walked in the back. "How many times must I yell at you before you learn? I think you like being yelled at!"

A smile spread across your face in amusement as the woman's attempt at scolding. Walking by you pressed a cheeky kiss to her head chuckling. She couldn't stay mad at you, or anyone else here for that matter.

"Happy birthday, Gran" you teased, ducking as a headband was thrown in your direction at the name. Ma, boss lady, Gran (she hated that one), Ruska Roma (she loved this one) -- a woman by many names to her many employees. The only boss in history that everyone seemed to like.

"What did I say about that shit? Enough!" She laughed, followed by a thank you, asshole. Now get to work already. Save the world by day, and entertain the world by night.

"You're here? Been a long time stranger" you heard a familiar voice tease, walking up behind you to place her hands on your shoulders. Eyes meeting yours in the mirror, one eyebrow raised in a silent question. Your bitten lip, and awkward smile gave you away.

"You still haven't told them?" Your soul sister laughed.

"Why would I? It's bad enough that Simon knows some of what I do, let alone my entire team" You argued, face and neck flushing at the idea of the guys finding you out. "All they need to know is I'm visiting family for a birthday"

"And you're bringing poor gran into this? Straight to hell for you" Her eyes widened, her shit eating smirk growing. Everyone here knew you were part of an elite team.

Nobody on your team knew you were actually a member of 2 elite teams. Awkward.

"At least I'll be in good company" you snorted, rolling your shoulders back as you took a deep breath. Nerves starting to catch up with you, 45 minutes until you're on deck.

--

"Barebackers? Never heard of the place" Kyle scrunched his nose up slightly at the suggestion. A place that appeared in Johnny's targeted ads. "Think it's any good?"

"Half decent menu for pub food" Simon chipped in, mindlessly scrolling his phone. The last thing he wanted was to go out tonight, but someone had to use him as the scapegoat.

"Better than trying to party with Gran all night" Johnny laughed, pulling up the address.

--

"Pre show shots for my birthday!" Gran called out, causing everyone in the dressing room to cheer. Her birthday being the only night staff can consume any alcohol while on shift.

Taking a shot from the tray, you lifted it in the air. Joining in on the out of tune "happy birthday" being sung.

--

"So that was terrible, thanks you two" Price huffed, leading the group out of the club. Cursing to himself that he didn't notice anything odd about a name like Barebackers.

Barebackers!

"How was I supposed to know it was a bunch'a dudes stripping?" Kyle argued, shaking his head. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but going to a club like that with your coworkers was unerving to say the least.

"I know a place down the street. Shouldn't be any dancers" Simon offered, ready to leave Barebackers behind. Happy he dodged a you-sized bullet tonight.

--

"Aye! Be ready to go, the song after this is all you" you heard the DJ yell to you. Pulling your attention from the patrons at the bar you were serving. Giving her a thumbs up, you began the process of hyping yourself up for the show.

You've been doing this for a fair while, you were confident in your abilities to entertain and majority of the feedback you received was positive. Doesn't mean you're not riddled with nerves and feel like you're about to vomit before going on stage though.

Ignoring the twisting of your stomach, you busied yourself with making the next order of drinks that came through.

3 fruity drinks, 1 double whiskey and 1 double bourbon.

--

"I'm not drinking that" Simon pushed the purple and blue drink back across the table. "That's begging for a damn hangover"

"Suit yourself old man" Kyle laughed as Johnny sat back in his seat, now with both drinks in hand. "More buzz for me"

"You start puking, you're on your own" Price mumbled, staring at the two younger men.

"What ever happened to being a mother hen, sir?" Kyle laughed, damn near doubled over when Price gave him a silent side eye in response.

Don't compare me to poultry again.

"Fuckin 'ell" Simon cussed under his breath, seeing movement out of the side of his eye. Dear old Granny smiling over at him with a knowing look, giving him a small wave.

"Now why don't you give it a shot? One night, you keep all your tips and if you don't like it you're off the hook" she bartered. You brought in a ton of revenue and traffic after your first night. She could only imagine what having double trouble military men would do.

"I'll pass ma'am" He awkwardly nodded, already hearing his brother laughing at him if this ever got out. Even worse, his squad.

"If this SAS gig ever doesn't work out, you know where to find me. Or he will at least" she jabbed a thumb in your direction, to where you stood behind the bar chatting with patrons.

That had to have been what, 6, 7 years ago? How did the woman look almost identical to now. Better yet,

How did she recognize him?

"Mr. Riley, it's good to see you again" He tensed right up, hearing a familiar voice now beside him.

"Couldn't miss your birthday Gran" Ignoring the awestruck looks of his team, he carried on light conversation. Hoping her previous offer wouldn't come back around.

"All drinks on me tonight, so have fun" she smiled at everyone, as the song was fading out. "Rooster there, find me after. I have an offer you can't refuse" she winked at Soap, who's eyes widened as he finished half of the second drink.

"Enjoy the show, boys" with one last smile, she returned to her initial seat. Beside the main stage a few feet away from them.

"Gran just hit on you" Kyle howled, clutching his stomach as his body shook with laughter. Managing to get out something about this is amazing.

"I'd be a damn good sugar baby" Johnny smiled, moving to finish his drink before promptly choking. "Is that?!" Eyes wide, looking directly at where you walked on stage.

"Bloody hell it is" Price chuckled, impressed with the confidence and skill you held yourself with. Feeling Simon slide down a little more in his seat beside him. The music picked up before he could ask just how much his lieutenant knew about your personal life.

"Is this how granny likes to party?" Johnny yelled over the music, expression a mix between confusion, intrigue and approval.

"I guess she owns this place now too" Simon grumbled, arms crossed as he watched you put your all into the show. Last he heard of the old bat, she had a private entertainment buisness. Leasing out her dancers to the highest bidders to the local clubs.

"I don't see why you wouldn't take her up on the offer" you shrugged, counting your payout from the night. "Easy way to make extra cash and unload after a long day here"

You heard a soft grunt in response from the other couch. Your best friend and roommate still in disbelief that you were so open and willing to take your clothes off for money.

"Too much family 'round here. Don't need my nephew hearing about that" you stopped counting, and gave him an amused look. You were terrified for your first show, and all but begged him to come as moral support. While Simon respected the talent and effort, it solidified that he wouldn't be caught dead half naked and shaking himself on stage.

"Then don't tell him. Simple"

3 of the men watched as you performed, all the movements coming naturally. A skill that you gave your last few years perfecting.

The 4th was pinching the bridge of his nose groaning about how he got into this situation. From one bar watching half naked dudes dance to another.

You focused on your movements, letting yourself get lost in the music and occasional cheers. No other thought besides letting loose, having fun, ohmygodisthatmyteam.

Brushing the thought aside as soon as it came, you finished your performance. Sauntering off the stage, catching your coworker in a quick hug before making your way to the back, shaking slightly. Nope. No. Nonononono.

"Who's the one with the cap? You need to introduce me" your soul sister begged, handing you a towel to wipe off the sweat and residual glitter from your performance. Fuck, play this right.

"I dunno, is he a regular?" Your heart lept into your throat as you feigned ignorance. Refusing to meet her knowing gaze as you changed back into your normal clothing for the remainder of your shift.

"In your life, yes. Now spill, who is he?" She bit her lip, smile widening as you rolled your eyes. About to shut her down when you noticed a familiar figure wander into the back alongside Gran. Fuckfuckfuck

"I've gotta go, can't leave things unattended" you rushed out, turning to leave before you heard a call of your name in a familiar accent.

"You never told me there were more fine gentleman" Gran lightly scolded, one hand wrapped gingerly around Johnny's bicep as she smirked. "Why not?"

While you were proud of yourself for both lives you ran, you also made a point to keep said lives seperate. Church and state if you will. None of the guys on 141 (minus Simon - but you two met in your teens) knew about your extracurricular activities, and none of your entertainment family knew exactly what you did in the military. 5 years of keeping this life secret, now exposed.

"Not to flirt with you, but you look mighty hot" Johnny laughed, clearly a tad intoxicated as he scanned around the room. Wondering why you didn't tell the guys sooner.

"Gran, a minute?" You whispered, avoiding your friends gaze. Shame suddenly taking over you. Why? There's nothing wrong with this, with what I do.

"We can talk here. No secrets." She looked you dead in the eye, reading every thought going on in your head. "They love you anyway. Maybe a little more now even. You are a man of many talents, my son" she smiled, patting your cheek lightly while encouraging you to see the rest of your team. You nodded slowly, grabbing Johnny as you walked back out into club (much to his dismay, something about sugar baby dreams...?)

"So much for "when we work together I best not have to see you shaking your ass around anymore" Simon grumbled when you approached the table, "when did Roma buy out the place?" He asked, as you sat alongside your team. Leg bouncing with nerves.

"About a year ago now, I started here after the OP we did in Amsterdam" you quietly explained, cringing when you heard Johnny start loudly explaining to Gaz how much he liked it here.

"You keep yourself busy then" Price offered, amusement lacing his tone. "No wonder you're rich. Natural talents pay quite well I suppose"

"Natural talents? More like years of practice" Simon quipped, giving them a brief summary to your years of knowing each other. The countless times he walked in on you dancing somewhere in your shared flat half naked. Causing your face to burn brighter with every word and story. Your move earlier in the night officially coming back around to haunt you.

"No need to be ashamed, you're good at what you do" Price started, taking a swig of his drink before continuing.

"But I best not see you shaking your ass anywhere near me ever again"

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #task force 141 x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 imagine #call of duty mw2 imagine #task force 141 imagine

[skz317cb97]

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 8.5k 🤷🏻

A/N: 18+ only! With Chan's birthday quickly approaching you know I had to have a fic ready for my man! It's angsty cause it's me and Chan's a little slow on the uptake in this one but as always, he has a good heart and means well. If you enjoy reading this, please give it a like, reblog, comment, send an ask, whatever! Feedback is always appreciated! As per usual warnings and smut below the cut! Enjoy!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/cursing, Mentions of FWB and casual sex, mentions of masturbating (m&f), mentions of sex toy use by f, piv sex (protection used), oral (m&f receiving), deep throating, throat fucking, slight breath play (if you squint), the slightest impact play (kinda but not really), hair pulling (a little), spitting (a little), cum eating (kinda), fingering, slight Chan dom/MC sub dynamic (IF YOU SQUINT), praise/pet names (it's Chan so you already know, baby girl, baby, beautiful, etc), name calling (slut like one time during sex), cum shot, slight exhibitionist tendencies (again kinda not really/there's other people in the same apartment but the couple aren't really thinking about that in the moment) I think that's everything but if I ever miss a warning, please let me know and I'll be sure to add it immediately.

Chan walked through the front door of the apartment you shared with him, Jisung, and Minho. He was just getting home from being at the gym most of the afternoon. He was hot, sweaty and in dire need of a shower. He called out to see if anyone was home but got no reply and assumed you all must have been out. That was until Chan made his way down the hall and heard you talking in your room. He figured you must not have heard him since you were on a call. He walked up to your door seeing that it was slightly ajar, he was about to tap on it to let you know he was home and going to take a shower when part of your conversation stopped him before he could. 

“It’s becoming a serious problem. Every time I get off I’m picturing that it’s with Channie! His lips, his body, it’s killing me Kimmy! I’m gonna have to use the warranty on my vibrator cause it’s gonna burn out on me for sure if I keep at it like this. Don’t laugh it’s not funny! The worse it gets the more awkward I get around him! He’s so... ugh he’s so fucking sexy and he doesn’t know it or is at least humble enough to act like he doesn’t know it, like I didn’t want to fuck him bad enough already!” Chan couldn’t believe his ears! So that’s why you’ve been acting funny lately, because you’ve been masturbating to the thought of him, a lot apparently. You wanted to fuck him? He had always thought you were so sweet and sexy and his dick was rock hard at the idea of you coming and thinking of him.  

All the blood from his head rushed to his cock and his brain malfunctioned. He put his hand on his dick over his shorts and gave it a firm squeeze. Chan closed his eyes at the feeling and let out an involuntary moan, a moan that came out way too loud. He got nervous and thought you might find him out there listening in on you, so he quickly made his way to the bathroom to shower, jerk off, and pretend like he wasn’t eavesdropping, while you continued your phone conversation none the wiser that Chan had even come home let alone heard you. 

“But I can’t just fuck him. Of course I find him attractive, anyone with eyes would but its more than that for me girl, you know that. He’s just so unbelievably sweet and he’s dedicated to his art and the people he loves and he’s so funny, he’s always saying or doing something silly that makes me laugh, I don’t know... I think I’m in love with him Kimmy and it scares the shit out of me. I don’t want to keep making things more awkward and I need Channie in my life, even if that means just as friends and roommates. I can’t risk ruining that.” Just a few minutes pass and you heard the shower come on in the bathroom. 

“Oh, shit someone is home Kimmy I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later!” You hung up and went to go look at the pile of shoes by the door to see who had come home while you were distracted on the phone. Black sneakers. Chan. Oh fuck. You hoped he hadn’t heard any of your conversation with your friend. Your door was mostly closed but you weren’t exactly being all that quiet since you thought you were home alone. You busied yourself by tiding up around the apartment a bit to try and get rid of the nervous energy you were feeling then decided to grab a snack and head back to your room before Chan got out of the shower.  

Chan came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was still dripping from the hot shower that he had attempted to jerk off in but he felt like a creep doing it, even though you had admitted to masturbating to the thought of him, he just couldn’t, so he had given up and washed up. Now he just wanted a bottle of water and then he was going to go to bed to hopefully sleep his painful hard on away. When Chan stepped into the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks. There you were in a big t-shirt and panties bent over at the waist in front of the fridge, one hand holding onto the door the other on your hip as you scanned the shelves for a bedtime snack. Your shirt had ridden up, your ass was peeking out, and you were the only bedtime snack Chan wanted at that moment. Without a neuron firing in his brain Chan walked up behind you, close enough that his body heat alerted you that he was there without actually touching you. You jumped, stood up, and spun around quickly finding yourself caged into the open fridge by Chan. 

“Jesus, Chan, you scared me.” Your words came out nervously and you couldn’t help but scan down his gorgeously sculpted body, beads of water running in paths along the lines of his muscles, a few slipping below the towel that did next to nothing to hide his... your eyes went wide when you noticed the slight tenting of Chan’s towel and you looked back up quickly, blushing, only to find Chan looking at you with something in his eyes you’d never seen before. It made you press your thighs together and you hoped he hadn’t noticed.

Chan leaned forward and you really had no idea what he was going to do next but the closer he got the more and more certain you were that he was leaning in to kiss you. You closed your eyes and Chan’s face stopped and inch or two away from yours. He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge before standing back up, leaving your personal space again. When you felt Chan’s face move back away from you your eyes shot back open. Your ass was freezing from the open fridge, but your face was on fire from the embarrassment you felt thinking Chan was actually going to kiss you. Was he messing with you? Chan wasn’t usually like that with you, so why... 

“I heard you on the phone with Kimmy a bit ago.” Fuck he heard you!? You were mortified but tried to play it off like you didn’t know exactly what it was he was talking about. 

“Oh? What exactly did you hear?” You asked as you nervously started bouncing on one foot and then the other. Chan leaned in again but this time his pouty lips ghosted the shell of your ear. You could see steam coming off his body from the hot water evaporating in the cool air coming from the fridge. 

“Everything.” The word came out a breath and you could feel the warmth spread across your neck in complete  contrast to the fridge that was still standing open behind you. Chan saw you shiver and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you close, your body pressed against his firm, wet, body. He pushed the fridge door closed and then backed you up against it. 

“I want you too y/n. We should do something about that don’t you think?” His lips hovered over your skin for just a moment before he started to gently kiss down your neck towards your shoulder. You let out a quick gasp at the contact. 

“Channie you... you...” You were trying to confirm that he really meant it, that he felt the same as you but you couldn’t form words when Chan’s lips continued pressing soft kisses against your skin, paying particular attention to the spots by your ear that seemed to make you squirm just a bit more than the other spots he gently suckled at. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. His were dark, pupils blown and filled with desire. 

“Let me make you feel good baby girl.” You moaned as you ran your fingers through Chan’s curls pulling him into a bruising kiss. Lips and teeth and tongue all fighting a war of passion. Chan’s strong hands gripped your ass tightly and you threw your arms around his neck as you continued to assault his plush lips with kisses and your teeth. Chan pulled away just enough to ask a very important question. 

“Yours or mine?” You kissed his lips again and again unable to get enough of the soft feeling of them against your own. 

“Uh, mine? It’s cleaner.” He laughed as he planted kisses and love bites down your jaw and neck before lifting you. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to your room. When Chan got to the side of your bed, he gently laid you down and hovered over you as he peppered kisses down your neck again. One of his hands traveled down your body and started to lift the hem of your shirt. 

“Can I take this off?” You nodded and Chan quickly pulled the shirt up and over your head leaving you topless in your panties underneath him. You wanted to be embarrassed but Chan’s reaction prevented that from being possible. He closed his eyes biting at his lip trying maintain his composure and he was still overwhelmed by you. By the feel of your soft skin, the smell of you surrounding him. You smelled like fresh laundry, and wild flowers and it made Chan dizzy. He thought he had to be dreaming; right? He just knew when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself in his bed laying in freshly washed sheets. Yet when he actually opened his eyes, he found that you were really underneath him, half naked, blushing and waiting for him to say or do something. 

“God you’re so fucking beautiful.” Chan leaned down and placed wet open-mouthed kisses against your chest and then your breasts before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth and the tip of his tongue. You arched in to his touch as he focused entirely on one breast licking, nipping and sucking at the bud eagerly before moving to give your other a similar treatment. Your fingers wove through Chan’s hair as he started to work his way down your body from your breasts. Tender kisses down your tummy towards your core. He pressed a soft kiss on your panties before looking up at you again. 

“Can I get a taste of you baby girl?” His hands slid gently up and down your thighs and hips as he waited for your reply. 

“Please Channie, please.” You begged, breathy and wanting and he was not going to make you wait. He slid your panties down and off, seeing the glistening slick that was already coating your cunt. Chan leaned down and gently ran his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of you. 

“Fuck baby your so wet for me” He firmly slid his tongue through your folds again this time the tip of his tongue teasing your clit, making you squirm in his grasp. 

“Mmmm. You taste so good, wanna have my face buried in your pussy all night.” Chan’s tongue slid back into you dragging across your clit with purpose as he started to actually devour every bit of your pussy he could reach with his lips and tongue. He had you writhing in a matter of minutes, pulling at his hair, your hair, your breasts, the sheets, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure his mouth was inflicting on you.  

“Ch-Channie! Oh my god! Th-that feels so fucking good PLEASE don’t stop!! PLEASE don’t stop baby.” Chan shook his head no, indicating he had no intentions of stopping until you had melted entirely on his tongue. His pouty lips attached to your clit and he hummed against you holding you firmly down on the mattress when you started coming and thrusting uncontrollably.  

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming Channie Oh my god! Yes! Yes!” Chan eagerly licked every inch of your cunt clean until you couldn’t take any more and pulled away from him panting, your chest heaving. You looked down and even through your hazy, post orgasm, lust filled eyes you could see the obvious tent Chan had been sporting under that towel had gotten much bigger. You grabbed the corner of the towel that was tucked in and pulled it loose tossing it aside, leaving Chan completely naked on top of you. You chewed at your lip at the sight of him. The way the lines of his Adonis belt trailed and lead to his thick cock, firm and leaking, for you. You gathered spit in your mouth and licked your palm before you grabbed his shaft and slowly, gently, started stroking him. Chan’s eyes closed as he relished in the feeling of you touching him FINALLY. 

“That feels so fucking good baby girl, FUCK, so good.” He’d been hard for so long now it was a welcome sensation even if it was minimal contact. Your other hand pushed against Chan’s firm chest making him roll over on to his back. You straddled his legs, braced one hand on his firm abdomen and began to jerk him off more firmly. 

“Wanna, make you feel good too Channie.” You leaned down, your face hovering over Chan’s cock as you continued stroking it. Chan gently grabbed a hand full of your hair on each side of your head guiding your mouth towards his throbbing dick. 

“You are making me feel so good beautiful, now be a good girl and suck on me a little; won’t you?” You did as Chan asked and took the tip of his cock into your mouth, gently sucking as you swirled your tongue around him, collecting the salty precum he was still leaking. Chan gently pushed you further down his dick, never forcefully, just little by little until he felt the back of your throat constrict around his cock as you gagged a little. He eased up to give you control back but instead of pulling away from his cock for a breath like he thought you would do, you gagged yourself further with Chan’s dick, spit dripping from your mouth down his cock. 

“FUCK! FUCK!” Chan’s grip remained gentle as he slowly, softly, thrusted into your throat a couple of times. You did pull away after that, you took a deep breath and spit on Chan’s cock, stroking him from base to tip, with a twist of your wrist. 

“You don’t have to be gentle Channie, use me how you want, fuck my throat.” Chan thought he had to have died and gone to heaven. When your warm mouth enveloped his cock again, he did exactly as you asked. His grip on your hair tightened just enough to sting in a pleasurable way and Chan held your head in place as he lifted his hips and started thrusting up into your throat, drool continued to drip down his shaft, down his balls, with each thrust into your mouth.  

“God damn baby! You are such a good girl aren’t you? So fucking good at sucking my dick! So eager to choke on me.” You slurped and hummed around Chan’s cock in appreciation of the praise he was giving you. Chan bottomed out in your throat, your nose buried against him until he felt your throat tighten around the head of his cock, quickly pulling you off after, afraid he might blow his load if he didn’t. You gasped taking in as much air as you could, a string of saliva and precum still connecting your plump bottom lip and Chan’s cock. 

“That’s my good girl.” Chan tilted your head up and kissed you, his tongue sliding against yours. He started pecking little kisses to your lips. It was so sweet it made your heart swell. 

“You wanna ride my cock now baby girl? Hmm?” And hearing him say that made your pussy drip and clench. You bit at your fingernail and nodded. Your glistening, spit coated chin and the sweet innocent doe eyes you flashed at Chan were in total contrast to each other and made him melt. 

“Fuck! How are you that cute when you were just choking on my dick beautiful?” You blushed and Chan scooted up your bed, leaning against your head board patting his lap for you to climb on top of him again. You wiped your chin and crawled onto his lap. One of his hands rested on your hip as the other cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. It was tender, plump lips slotted together. Chan pulled away but his lips hovered closely to yours, his eyes still closed. 

“Do you have a condom? I happen to have left mine in my other towel.” You laughed and shook your head as you leaned over, grabbing a condom out of the drawer of your nightstand and handing it to Chan. You sat back on his firm thighs and watched intently with your lip between your teeth as he ripped the wrapper open and tossed it aside before grabbing his hard cock, pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it down his length. When he had the condom on, he held his dick up straight for you to line yourself up on. You hovered over him and started to slowly slide down his length taking him inside you. When you were fully seated on him you stopped and enjoyed the full feeling it gave you having him so deep inside you. His hands resting on your hips. 

“Fuck Channie! It’s so big baby!” Chan smiled at you and pressed kisses against your chest and shoulders as his thumbs rubbed circles on your skin. 

“Go on baby girl, ride me, take what you want.” Chan’s words ignited a fire inside you and you lifted your hips and sank down, taking him fully again, drawing a deep moan from his chest. 

“MMmm Channie yes let me here how good it feels.” You lifted your hips again, sank down, and started a steady rhythm riding Chan’s cock. 

“Ooh fuck beautiful you feel amazing! So warm and wet for me.” He smacked your ass and gripped your hips tightly, urging you to ride him faster, harder and you did until your legs started to give out on you. When you couldn’t give anymore Chan flipped you onto your back. He threw your knees over his shoulders and sank back into you. 

“FUCK Channie yes! Right there PLEASE don’t stop!” Chan rolled his hips thrusting into you harder and faster each time.  

“I’m-I’m... I’m gonna cum Channie, please you’re gonna make me cum... Channie! FUCK!” Chan nodded, sweat trailing down his face, curls sticking to his forehead, as he continued to drive into you chasing your orgasms like a drug addict chases their high. 

“Go on baby girl, let go for me. Cream all over my cock and tell me who’s fucking you so well, who’s making your toes curl baby girl!” Your eyes rolled back into your head as your climax came up on you quickly. 

“You Channie, fuck! You do! Channie, you fuck me so good! Channie!!!!” When you fell over the precipice with Chan it was like all of your other senses were dialed down and all you could feel was the overwhelming shocks of your orgasm tearing through your body. 

“That’s it baby girl, such a good girl. Can I cum on you beautiful? Want to paint you pretty thing. Please baby?” You nodded giving Chan consent to unload on you. 

“Yes, Channie wanna feel your warm cum on me. Cum for me Channie, give it to me!” Chan pulled out, removed the condom, and started stroking his cock hard and fast over your body as you continued to coach him towards his orgasm. 

“That’s it Channie stroke it for me, cum for me, you’re so sexy stroking on your cock like that for me, please give me your cum!” The first hot streak of cum shot out of Chan’s dick and landed across your lower belly, more followed streaking across your mound and thighs until he had completely unloaded on you. He sat back on his knees a moment with his head tipped back and eyes closed, panting, while he came down from his orgasm. When he had clarity again Chan climbed off of you, reached over and handed you some tissue from your night stand to clean up with. 

“Holy fucking shit! Why did we wait so long to do that?!” You laughed at Chan’s exclamation as you started to clean his cum off of you and you both tried to catch your breath.  

“I don’t know!” You replied as you wiped at his cum on your thighs. Chan ran his fingers through his curls that were still soaked, only now from sweat, and rolled over to the edge of the bed. He grabbed his towel, stood and wrapped it around himself as if he was getting ready to leave and go to his own room. You were immediately confused; he wasn’t staying with you? 

“Well... I mean if you ever want to do it again, I’m down. Like a roommates with benefits kind of situation? That’s cool with me.” He laughed and leaned down to playfully peck a kiss on your lips but you pulled away quickly. When he stopped and looked at you, your cheeks were flushed but not from your post orgasm glow and there were tears starting to well up in your eyes. 

“Hey hey... Wha-” You cut Chan off with one question. 

“What EXACTLY did you hear from my conversation with Kimmy?” Chan reached up to wipe away the first tears that had slipped from your eyes and you flinched away again. Seeing you react to him that way after what you both had just done together sent a pang of pain through Chan’s chest. 

“What did you hear Chan?” You asked again so he answered. 

“I heard you say that you thought I was sexy, that you thought about me when you got off a lot and that you wanted to fuck me. I heard you say you didn’t know what to do about it so, I thought well, I think you’re sexy too and-” You put a hand up stopping him. You shook your head as the tears continued to collect in your eyes and streak your face. 

“Is that all?” Chan nodded confused. 

“Well yea, and I figured...” Far, far, too late now, you realized the huge mistake you had just made. 

“Get out Chan.” The shock that was plastered on his face at your words and how cold they sounded, how painful they sounded for you to say to him. 

“Wait. Y/n. Just wait, tel-” 

“GET OUT CHRISTOPHER!” You screamed and choked back a sob. Stunned. That was the only word to describe Chan’s expression. He had never once heard you raise your voice like that and you had NEVER called him by his English name. It was almost exclusively Channie every now and then Chan but never Christopher. He went to open his mouth and you laid down on your bed and pressed your face into your pillow unable to control the sobbing any longer, pulling your blanket over yourself to cover up. 

“Please please please... please, just go PLEASE!” You cried and pleaded with him, begging him to leave you alone. Chan wanted to rip his heart out and give it to you if it meant he could take away the pain you were feeling at that moment. A pain that he was certain he had somehow caused, though he didn’t know how. He didn’t say another word. He did as you asked and left but he hated doing it. He hated leaving knowing you were hurting and alone. He didn’t know why you regretted sleeping with him so suddenly. Maybe post orgasm clarity hit and you felt like you had made a mistake sleeping with him when he mentioned you living together, he just didn’t know.  

Either way he felt awful that he’d come on so strongly and that he hadn’t stopped for two fucking seconds and made sure that you one hundred and ten percent wanted it too. He should have. God damn his horny brain. He should have stopped and gotten a firm yes, definite, verbal, consent, but he saw you there after he heard what you said on the phone to Kimmy and every rational thought went out of his head. Only he was to blame for this situation for thinking with his dick and not his brain.  

Chan went to bed but he hardly got a wink of sleep as he laid in the dark and worried about you in the next room. Were you still crying? Would you be able to rest okay? Chan worried all night like that and in the morning, he got up earlier than he normally would and headed out to the kitchen hoping to see you there. To get a chance to talk about the night before. He heard a bit of murmuring coming from the dining area and he was hopeful but when Chan rounded the corner it was only Minho and Jisung he saw having breakfast at the table. 

“Hey, either of you seen y/n this morning?” Both the men eating breakfast nodded their heads with mouths full of food. 

“She was leaving for work when Minho got up, something about going in early and staying late.” Jisung elaborated hording his pancakes in his cheeks as he talked. 

“Why, what’s up?” Chan shook his head and ran a hand through his curls. 

“Nothing, just need to talk to her about something.” Chan grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge and stopped, lingering there with the door open, remembering what had happened there just the night before. He shook the thoughts away and then he headed back to his room to get ready for his day while Jisung and Minho eyed each other suspiciously.  

Get to work early, stay late, avoid Chan at all costs. Those were your goals for the foreseeable future. You made it about a third of a way through your day before your boss, who you would also consider a friend, told you to go home and take some time off. You had only cried whenever something reminded you of Chan. The problem with that was that everything reminded you of him. So, you took your boss’ advice and went home to take some time for yourself. When you got home you went to your room, closed the door, pulled out your old record player and your crate of albums and dusted it all off. You put on one of your old vinyl records and curled up in your blankets on the floor beside it as it played, allowing the scratchy sound of the music to itch your brain.  

When Chan got home from work that evening Minho and Jisung were already home and making dinner. They were worried about you now also. You had been in your room the entire time they had been home listening to your records and refusing to answer your door. They watched Chan closely as he walked towards your rooms wondering just what the fuck had happened between the two of you. When Chan got to your room, he pressed his ear against the door and heard music softly playing. He tapped at your door lightly. 

“Y/n? Can I...” The music, that Chan could now clearly hear was an Otis Redding album, got louder drowning out his voice. He sighed and walked away from your door, into his own room. He decided, as much as he wanted to talk things out, that he had to give you the time that you clearly needed.  

One day, two days, three days, you stayed barricaded in your room listening to albums, only coming out when the guys were gone and only to shower, grab water and whatever you could force yourself to eat, which wasn’t much. Every day that passed Chan got more worried. He had tried to text you and call when you wouldn’t answer to his knocking at your door but you had his number set to DND and every time he knocked the music would get turned up again. By this time Minho and Jisung knew something serious was up between the two of you, they didn’t know what, they just knew Chan had fucked up somehow, big time. They did everything they could to pull it out of him but all he would say was he didn’t know.  

Chan didn’t want to tell them you had slept together; he didn’t think they needed to know that, or that you would want them to know that. You very obviously regretted the decision whatever the reason was, so he wasn’t about to go around telling people what the two of you had done. On day five the guys all had the day off and had stuck around the apartment for the day. You still remained in you fortress. In the evening there was a knock at the door and when Chan answered it, he found your best friend Kimmy on the other side. 

“Okay are you holding her hostage or have you killed her already?” Chan looked at Kimmy perplexed as he stepped aside to allow her in. 

“What are you talking about?” Chan asked as Kimmy made her way further into the apartment. 

“That is the only two ways the love of my life would go five whole days without replying to any of my texts or calls.” Minho threw his head back towards the two people that were walking into the living area. 

“Oh, dip shit there has done something to send her off the deep end. She’s been playing her records and pretty much hasn’t left her room since she was sent home from work Monday. I only knew that happened because I’m her emergency contact and her boss called me to check in on her when she didn’t answer her phone calls either.” Kimmy looked at Chan who looked away biting at his lips and pulling at his curls frustrated. 

“What the FUCK did you do Chan?” Kimmy took a step towards him and he backed up putting his hands up in defense. 

“Look I don’t really know exactly okay! One minute I’m overhearing her talking to you about wanting to fuck me, the next we’re having the BEST sex of my life and then the next minute she’s kicking me out crying and won’t tell me why or how I can help. I have no fucking clue and all I want to do it fix it!” Minho’s eyes shot to Chan instantly when he heard the new piece of information that Chan had been withholding. 

“You and y/n had sex!? Why are you only just now mentioning that?!” Chan shook his head. 

“Because it isn’t really any of your business, clearly, she regrets it so why would I go around telling people if she wishes she hadn’t done it?! I only told Kimmy because she was who was talking to y/n on the phone about the whole thing.” Things weren’t adding up to Kimmy though. If Chan had overheard your conversation and you had slept together what happened? Why were you upset? 

“With as little explicit detail as possible run down the moments right before she kicked you out.” Chan nodded and started giving a break down. 

“Alright so we... finished. I was getting up to go to my room to get dressed and work on some songs that needed arranging and I assume she was about to go to bed since she worked the next day...” Kimmy cut Chan off mid story. 

“You didn’t stay after you had sex? You know sleep together for the night after that? Cuddle, whatever?” Chan shook his head with his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“No, I didn’t know protocol in a situation like that. I thought it might be weird for people who were just hooking up to cuddle or sleep together so I was giving her space. We live together so; I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable...” Kimmy cocked an eyebrow at Chan and put up a finger to halt his reply. 

“What do you mean people who were just hooking up? Obviously, you know that was WAY more than just sex for y/n.” Chan had the look of a confused puppy on his face and Jisung and Minho could not defend his density in that moment. 

“I... what now?” Kimmy clenched her fists and took a step towards Chan again. 

“Are you really telling me y/n was just a FUCK for you right now?!” Chan backed away shaking his head. 

“Don’t say it like that! It wasn’t like that! I thought she wanted to be like friends with ben-” Chan was cut off by a right hook from Kimmy.  

“You idiotic, selfish, asshole! Y/n is in LOVE with you! If you had ACTUALLY listened to our whole conversation or stopped to talk to her yourself instead of just thinking with your dick, you wouldn’t have caused this situation in the first place because y/n would have NEVER slept with you if she knew you didn’t care about her!” Chan held his cheek as his eyes narrowed at Kimmy’s words. 

“Hey! Who the fuck says I don’t care about her?! Just because I read the situation wrong doesn’t mean that I don’t fucking care! It DESTROYS me to know that I’ve done something like this and hurt her. I would understand if she never forgave me because I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself! I have worried about her every minute of the last five days and she's right behind that door and I miss her so much!” Tears were welling up in Chan’s eyes the more he went on. 

“Now, you’re telling me I made the one girl I care about most think I don’t care at all. That she didn’t matter to me. That she was something I thought could be thrown away after being used. I hurt her in an unforgivable way and she’s been alone with those ideas, those thoughts, for days!” Chan pulled at his curls with both hands as the tears he had been trying to hold back, fell. Kimmy’s shoulders slumped in defeat. She hadn’t banked on Chan actually being in love with you too when he first started to explain the situation. Now that he’d confessed that he cared about you also she had to get him to say it to you; but how?  

“If I can get y/n to talk to you; you’re going to make everything right and tell her how you feel?” Chan shook his head with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. 

“I’ll tell her everything I swear! I’ll make it right!” Kimmy pointed at Chan. 

“You fucking better because she’s probably gonna murder me for this. Come stand here in the bathroom.” Chan got up and followed Kimmy down the hall. He could hear the music from your room again. Kimmy lowered her voice. 

“Just follow my plan. Stay here out of sight until you get the signal.” Chan wanted to ask what plan, what signal? Before he could Kimmy was walking towards your door and knocking. 

“Angel. Light of my life. Love of my lifetime. Open up please.” Kimmy pressed her forehead against the door, one of her hands braced on the door frame as she waited to see if you would reply or better yet open up. Kimmy’s head perked up when she heard your music get turned down. 

“K-Kimmy?” Even though you couldn’t see her she nodded. 

“Yea pumpkin it’s me, open up, let me in.” You cracked the door just a bit and peeked out. You looked so worn out and she wondered how much sleep you had been getting. Your eyes were rimmed red and she wasn’t sure if it was from the crying, lack of sleep, or both and her heart sank. 

“Are the guys gone?” Kimmy gave a small nod. A small nod and a small lie. You opened the door all the way to let Kimmy in and turned to start walking towards your record player and the blankets on the floor. 

“Shut the door on your way in please, I don’t want any of the guys walking in, especially Chan.” Kimmy hesitated a moment when you said that but decided to bite the bullet and waved Chan over, harshly pointing for him to go in instead of her. He looked apprehensive but when Kimmy gave him a death stare, he knew he had to do it. No matter how hard it was, no matter if it hurt him. Chan had to. For you. He walked into your room, your back was still turned and he shut the door. When you heard the door click closed you went into trying to explain what happened to your friend. 

“Kimmy I’m so stupid I-” Chan cut you off. 

“No, you’re not I am.” You spun around wide eyed, Chan’s voice being the last you thought you would hear coming from behind you since you had just been told that him and the other two guys were gone. Kimmy and now Jisung and Minho were plastered to the door. Kimmy looked around at them and quickly became the voice of reason. 

“We should give them some privacy.” Her and Jisung stood up to head back towards the living room and Minho nodded with his ear to the door. 

“Yea... you’re right.” He agreed but made no movement away from the door. Kimmy smacked Minho on the head. 

“That means you too nosey!” Minho grimaced but stood up and followed Kimmy and Jisung away from the door to give you two your moment alone. Back in the room things got tense fast as soon as you realized what your best friend had done and that it was Chan in your room and not Kimmy. 

“Chan!? Wha-?! GET OUT!” Tears started to well up in your eyes as you turned back away from him. 

“GET OUT!! PLEASE!” Your voice dropped off lower as you continued to beg Chan. 

“Please. I-I... I can- I can’t Ch-Channie please.” You hiccuped and cried as you sunk to your knees with your face in your hands begging him to leave. He had to stay though he had to tell you. It might not fix it but he can’t let you go on thinking he doesn’t care, that you don’t mean more to him. 

“I can’t go y/n I can’t. I-” Chan choked back his own tears seeing you broken on the floor knowing he was the one that broke you like that. 

“I am SO sorry. I know it takes none of the pain I caused away, I know that, but I am truly sorry. I’m sorry for not stopping and actually communicating better with you before taking such a huge step in our friendship, our relationship. I’m sorry for making you think you weren’t worth more than a fuck to me when you are so fucking precious to me baby girl. I’m sorry I didn’t see how much you cared about me. I’m sorry I was too stupid and scared to tell you I cared about you. I’m so SO sorry for hurting you y/n.” Chan leaned his back against your door and slid down burying his head in his knees as he cried. There was no going back. He was certain of that. He’d fucked up too big on this one. He’d done what was easily the worst thing he’d ever done in his life and no amount of apologizing or wishing would take it back.  

When your hand smoothed down the curls on the back of Chan’s head he almost jumped out of his skin. He hadn’t realized you had gotten up and made your way over to him after confessing his feelings for you. He lifted his head and your other hand wiped tears away from his cheek while your tears still trailed down your own. 

“Do you really mean it Channie? You really actually care about me? L-like the way I care about you I mean?” You sniffled and you sounded so, unsure, shocked even. Like there was no possibility that could ever be the scenario and he was just messing with you. You knew he wasn’t but that would seem more likely than him actually caring for you in your mind. Chan’s hands cupped your face. 

“Baby girl, I am absolutely crazy for you. I am so in love with you y/n.” You leaned in and pressed your lips against his with your eyes closed tightly, afraid if you opened them, you’d find yourself waking from some dream. You pulled away, your lips hovering an inch away from Chan’s. 

“I love you too Channie.” You started kissing him again, with more passion, and you climbed on his lap straddling his waist, a thigh on each side of his body as his hands found purchase on your waist. Your lips pressed against his jaw, his throat, and you started to push his shirt up exposing his firm torso. Chan stopped you. 

“Wait wait wait. We don’t have to-” You sat up straight with a small frown on your face and Chan sat up straighter too. 

“Y-you don’t want to-” Chan stopped that idea dead in its tracks. 

“NO! I mean yes! I want to! I do. I just don’t want to give you the wrong impression after everything that’s happened already. What I feel for you, it’s not just about sex baby. I REALLY need for you to know that. Do you understand?” You shook your head and pulled Chan in for another kiss. It started sweet and warm but quickly heated up into one burning with the anticipation you both felt. When you slid over Chan’s lap you could feel his growing erection pressing against you. Chan started kissing and nibbling at your neck and you tilted your head granting him better access, letting out a breathy moan. 

“W-will you stay with me tonight? I mean like sleep in here with me?” Chan stopped immediately. He held your face and looked deeply into your eyes. 

“Baby yes, yes, I will, I promise! I was an idiot the other night. No matter what the situation, even if it had been casual, I shouldn’t have gotten up and tried to leave right after we finished, while you were still cleaning up. That was incredibly stupid and disrespectful of me to do and I swear my intentions were good but it’s the road to hell that’s paved by those. I fucked up. Our first time should have been special. Our first time should have been me making love to you not fucking you and trying to leave you to clean my cum off yourself alone. I’m so sor-” Chan’s voice started to quiver as tears pricked his eyes again and you pushed your fingers against Chan’s lips. 

“It’s alright now Channie. I know, I just... just needed to hear you say you would is all.” You threaded your fingers through his hair as he nodded his understanding and your lips met again. 

“You can make it up to me, make love to me now Channie. Touch me baby.” Chan stood up with you in his arms and carried you over to your bed laying you down gently. He peeled his shirt off and climbed on top of you capturing your lips as his hands roamed your body and then removed your shirt. Pleased to find you braless, he cupped one of your breasts and pinched the nipple until it pebbled. Chan lazily made out with you, tongues gliding over each other's as his hand ventured further down your body until he slid his fingers in to the waist band of the pajama pants you were wearing and he stopped. 

“Is this okay?” You shook your head yes and bit at your lips as Chan’s fingers continued past your waist band and slid through your wet folds, starting at your entrance, gathering your arousal and then gently rubbing your clit. When your mouth fell open Chan took the opportunity to put his tongue in it again. Your lips latched onto his super soft plump ones and you wrapped your arms around Chan’s broad shoulders as two of his fingers slid inside you. 

“Fuck Channie! That feels really good baby!” Chan sucked and nibbled on your ear as he started finger fucking you slow and deep, curling his fingers until you... 

“THERE! F-FUCK! Right there Channie oh my fucking god don’t stop!” Chan smiled against your neck as his fingers drove you to the edge and over. 

“Cum for me baby girl let me see that pretty face you make when you melt for me.” And melt you did drenching Chan’s fingers in your cum as he worked you through your climax. 

“No one is as pretty as you are when you cum baby girl god damn.” Your whole body was flushed and you were panting as you pulled Chan on top of you and started kissing him again. 

“I need you Channie please.” Chan nodded he grabbed your pajama pants and pulled them down and off of you before standing and taking off his own pants and underwear and crawling back between your legs. Chan reached over for the drawer in your night stand that you had pulled a condom out of the last time. He opened it and fished one out, quickly putting it on and lining up with your glistening cunt. He hesitated, leaning down, his fingers tracing your face, pushing your hair away as he looked at you. 

“I love you y/n.” Chan kissed you and slowly pushed into you. You moaned out into his kiss from the pleasure of having him inside you again and the words that came out of his mouth just before claiming you. 

“Channie oh my god! I love you please, keep going!” Chan set a slow pace but fucked you deep as he peppered tender kisses across your face. 

“This is what you deserve baby girl, gentle touches, soft kisses. You’re so pretty, so soft, you take me so well jagiya.” Chan moved a bit faster as you started to thrust your hips against his. 

“You’re so good to me Channie, you’re treating me so sweetly. You make me feel so sexy, so good.” You pulled Chan down into another kiss and then brought your lips to his ear. 

“I love how sweet and gentle you’ve been treating me baby.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. 

“Now please, fuck me like I’m yours.” Chan looked at you and the sweet innocent face you were giving him moments before was long gone and was replace by want and lust. Chan sat back on his knees pulled you close by your hips and started to fuck you fast and hard. 

“God YES Channie! YES, like that! HARDER please!” Chan started thrusting into you even harder and you held onto him trying to ground yourself to something tangible.  

“I try to give it to you sweet and soft but you want me to fuck you huh? You want it hard huh?” Chan slammed into you faster the more worked up he got. 

“Yes, baby fuck me hard! Make me take your cock deep baby FUCK!” Chan smirked at you and started fucking you deeper. 

“You’re so sweet but you just want to be fucked like a slut don’t you baby girl. Are you my good little slut?” Something about the angle Chan was hitting now, and the way he called you HIS good little slut sent you flying into oblivion out of nowhere. You orgasm blindsided you like a linebacker. You couldn’t process the words in your head, they just came out as you rode through the waves of ecstasy Chan was sending you on. 

“Yes Channie, fuck yes, I’m your good little slut Channie. Want your cum! Where do you want to cum baby? Give it to me where ever you want!” Chan kept fucking you hard and deep for a moment longer dragging out your climax as long as possible before pulling out and pulling the condom off. He stroked the head of his cock as he twisted his wrist moaning at the sight of you fucked out beneath him. 

“Your mouth baby? Can I cum in your mouth?” You nodded as your eyes were completely fixated on Chan’s hand gliding up and down his pretty, flushed, cock. You propped yourself up on your elbows and Chan’s thighs started to tremble the closer he got to his orgasm. 

“I’m gonna cum baby girl, FUCK! I’m gonna cum!” You opened your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue. Chan pressed the head of his cock on your tongue and as the first stream of salty cum coated it you wrapped your lips around the head of Chan’s cock and sucked him dry while he shook and twitched through the aftershocks of his climax. Chan pulled his dick out of your mouth and he sat back on his feet looking down at you still propped on your elbows. You gave Chan a cute little smirk and then opened your mouth and let his cum and your spit dribble down your chin and onto your breasts. 

“Oh, FUCK baby girl! You are so dirty!” Chan leaned down and kissed your messy lips as he groped your cum covered breasts, smearing his seed around your nipples as he continued to devour your lips. Rutting against you already working his way towards round two. Only when you heard a knock at your bedroom door did you two stop and remember there were other people in the apartment and you two had just had very loud makeup sex. You cleared your throat and tried to sound as normal as possible when you answered. 

“Uh... yeaaa? What’s up?” You heard a throat clear and then Jisung spoke up. 

“I have been nominated, for some fucking reason...” Jisung said under his breath. 

“To be the one to ask if you guys want to quote ‘take a refuel break from your fuck session’, Minho’s words not mine, and have dinner with us before Kimmy leaves?” Your face burned red as you thought about everything they all must have just heard. Could you go out there and face them at the dinner table right after that? You looked at Chan who looked down at his already half hard cock and smirked at you before he shouted back to Jisung. 

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“No thanks the fuck session isn’t over just yet! Tell Kimmy y/n will call her tomorrow.” The disgusted groan that came from Jisung as he walked away could be heard easily through the door, but you couldn’t find it in you to care when Chan’s pouty lips were pressed against your skin again. When you both had finally exhausted yourselves and gotten cleaned up Chan crawled into bed under the covers with you, pulled you close and held you as you both fell asleep together, just like he promised. 

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