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PR Stunt (Only, Right?) | Sukuna/M!Reader

W/C: 6.9K (oh god lol) #NSFW, fingering, implied fucking, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, angst, fluff, smut, happy ending, Sukuna owns a body shop, reader is an actor, kinda meet cute, ABO dynamics, mpreg, yes there are always babies involved because i love dad sukuna, surprise baby, sukuna is a dickhead (what else is new), Gojo is an actor, Getou is a manager/agent, Toji is a stunt coordinator, Jin is a teacher tags: @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @watyousayin

“Did you sleep with (L. Name) (F. Name)?”

The question caught Sukuna off guard; normally, Uraume didn't inquire into his personal life in regards to who he had and hadn't slept with. They were a friend, yes, but moreover they were the bookkeeper and helped with securing clients and arranging meetings–celebrities and their managers were fucks that Sukuna didn't like negotiating with. Best to leave the yapping to someone with a cooler head.

“Where the hell did that come from?” Sukuna asked as he rolled out from under the newest commissioned vehicle.

Uraume walked to him, iPad in hand, and turned it to him, stone cold.

Sukuna sat up straighter and squinted at the screen, annoyed. You’d probably just made up some salacious rumour and spread it throughout your friend circles; or worse, you wanted revenge on him for something he probably definitely did. In that case, Sukuna could somewhat understand. But still–

(Name) putting on weight? What’s happening to the former bombshell babe of Japan?!

Pregnant with a baby boy?! The secret's out!

(Name) returns to the stage after giving birth to a baby boy–but who is the father?

(Name) driving a Ryoumen Sukuna rescue vehicle?! Could he be the deadbeat dad we've been looking for?

Sukuna sucked his teeth after skimming over the article titles presented to him.

“...No proof.”

“Ah. Then please explain this,” Uraume requested, still polite as ever, as they flicked to an additional few images the scumbag paparazzi had caught of you.

One was the car mentioned. Sukuna remembered it like it was yesterday–the joy of restoring a Porsche 911 back into its former glory was unmatched. You happily paid for all the parts and too often swung by to see the progress being made on the old thing. Obviously, Sukuna was more than happy to oblige.

The next was of you holding a little nugget of a baby against your chest as you walked down a street in Shibuya. Nothing too damning, nothing too inspirational.

But the last one–

“The fuck?” Sukuna mumbled as he snatched the iPad from Uraume’s hands and zoomed in on the now-toddler sitting with you in that damn Porsche, grinning brightly beside his mum while you ruffled his hair. His very, very pink hair.

Sukuna took a breath while he thought. He didn't have to think too hard, though, not when he still dreamed about you and the short-lived fling between the two of you.

“A Porsche 911, huh?” Sukuna grinned as he looked over the rusted beater of a car. He could still see scraps of its former glory, of the beautiful thing she used to be. Heaven knows she would've become an irreparable hunk of junk if you hadn't bought it from a scrapyard.

“Yep.” You beamed. “So you think you can make her pretty again?”

“You kidding? I'd pay you to let me fix this thing, baby.” Sukuna caught sight of your security stepping forward, but you waved them off without a second thought.

Sukuna smirked. “But it’s not gonna be cheap.”

You nodded. “Well, do what you have to. I'll pay whatever you need, handsome.”

“Yeah?” Sukuna asked, looking your neatly-manicured appearance up and down; you were dressed like you were meeting someone of great importance (and you were, obviously), with your hair groomed perfectly, outfit fit for a premiere, skin flawless.

“Mhm. And I tip well.” you looked him up and down in kind, grinning as you bit at the nub of your sunglasses.

“Done.”

Every time you came to check on his progress, genuine excitement flooding in your motormouthed words, you'd go home with him and fuck him silly.

And now, you were the momma to his baby. Allegedly.

“I–so what the fuck does this have to do with anything?” Sukuna ran a frustrated hand through his hair after Uraume took the tablet back. “Bitch isn't asking for anything, he's not asking me to be his public fucking baby daddy, not asking me to pay for nothing?”

“No,” Uraume conceded, “But he and his PR managers have reached out concerning this.”

The man groaned and stood. “Fucking hell. Can't stand fucking PR teams. The fuck did they want?”

“They want to make a statement about Touma's father.”

Sukuna froze.

“Touma's a good name for a boy, right?”

You asked the question so suddenly, so out of nowhere in the quiet of the afterglow. The city lights sparkled and winked at you both through the towering windows keeping you safe from the outside world. In hindsight, Sukuna would wonder if the city was excited for him. For you.

“What, for a mutt?” Sukuna drawled, puffing on a blunt while he played with your hair and drowned in the tingles left in the wake of fingers drawing circles on his bare chest.

“For a kid,” you chastised with a laugh. “I like Touma. Or Touka for a girl. Ayato's nice, too. Maybe Kazue.”

“You better not be pregnant.”

“I'm not, I'm not. I'm just getting baby fever, I guess.” You hummed and left a sweet kiss against his tan skin. “I guess being around a big, bad boy like you's got me feeling domestic.”

Sukuna laughed, dazed and happy. “You wanna ruin this pretty lil’ body for a fucking kid? Be my guest. Just don't come looking for a booty call after you've ruined yourself like that.”

“Oh, don't worry,” you cooed. “I won't.”

Man. Man.

“A statement.”

“In other words–”

“I'm not the fucking father.”

“This might be a good way to get Yorozu off your case,” Uraume suggested, and Sukuna perked up.

“Right. She fuckin’ hates kids.”

“So, if you were to have a son, and it's revealed you've been quietly trying to make things work behind the scenes with (Name), then hypothetically–”

“I'll take the runt.”

Truth is out–Ryoumen Sukuna is the father, (Name) tells fans on social media!

Sukuna hated seeing that shit. The circus celebrities had to dance through used to be funny until he somehow got swept up into it. Until he suddenly had a baby boy that looked so much like him and so much like you.

He spent too much time on your socials, scrolling through promotion posts and photos of you at red carpet events and premieres–and then he remembered you had a private account. One that you said he could follow. One that he never followed.

Sukuna rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling as he sulked in bed. Was he really about to sacrifice his pride for this? Was he seriously gonna request to follow your personal account just moments after articles dropped and tweets were sent about him being the baby daddy? Could his pride take it?

Fuck me. This shit is highschool.

He requested to follow, and not even a minute later, you approved it.

That had him interested. Did you want him to follow? Did you want him to be part of his little guy's life? Were you feeling a rush of anxiety and excitement like he was right now?

“Get over it, you fucking idiot,” he mumbled to himself before scrolling through your photos.

There was so much more here. So many photos of you pregnant, of Touma when he was so ridiculously itty bitty, of when you were recovering in the hospital, looking worn out and exhausted, but still beaming as you held your little boy.

There were photos of his first birthday and the cute…rustic cake you'd apparently made yourself. Your agent, Getou, was there, as was one of your fellow agency mates, Gojo, along with some other folks Sukuna did and didn't recognize.

Of course, his boy–your boy lit up the centre, eyes glittering with the reflection of sparklers and the warmth of a good, safe home. He was happy. The boy–his boy–your boy was happy.

Then he called you. He couldn't help it, not anymore.

Sukuna paced around his penthouse, sipping on his spiked coffee and trying to desperately control his…nerves? Alpha instincts? Excitement? Fuck, he didn't know. But he was full of whatever it was, and it drove him nuts.

“Hi!” You answered as you picked up, so full of life as usual. “Been a while. How're you? What's up?”

Sukuna felt so, so old suddenly. Why were you so awake in the morning?

“Think you can spare some of that pep in your step for me?” Sukuna asked. He smiled when he heard you laugh on the other line. “Dunno how the hell you're so awake in the morning.”

“Well, I don't party or work on cars until the crack of dawn,” you purred back, so sweet and teasing. Sukuna almost got hard. Ugh. Ugh. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“Hah? What, you sayin’ I'm irresponsible ‘n make shitty choices, babe?”

“Absolutely.”

“Tch. Omegas.”

You snickered again before cutting to the chase: “So, you're calling about my Touma?”

Sukuna swallowed. “Yeah. Gotta say I'm pretty fucking confused.”

“Yeah, I get it.” He heard you shift in bed, triggering a rumble of grumpy noises from your little one. You hushed him gently and apologized before the small, crackly purring resumed faintly in the background. The thought made Sukuna's heart ache.

“What do you wanna know?”

Sukuna inhaled deeply. “Why'd you keep it?”

“I wanted him,” you said. “Next question.”

“...When did you know?”

“Mmh…I guess about a week or two after we stopped hooking up.”

“And you didn't say shit?”

You went silent for a moment, and Sukuna felt his nerves tingle and prick. He wasn't anxious. He wasn't feeling betrayed. It wasn't any of that. Absolutely not.

“I guess I got cold feet,” you admitted. “I don't--I know how many baby daddy accusations you get, y'know? I didn't want you to think I was just trying to get you to pay me out or something.”

Oh. Okay. That made sense, actually.

Too many omegas and women Sukuna fucked around with pointed the finger at him if they caught some sort of STI or fell pregnant; even if it was months after fucking, Sukuna would be suspected of fathering the pregnancy of a newly-pregnant, ex-partner he hadn't seen in eternities, and the media would run to the ends of the earth with it. He was the infamous bad boy the media circuit loved to prey on. And Sukuna didn't really care for it–not until now. Not until those fucks ruined his opportunity to be a dad.

“Fucking–” Sukuna sighed and put his mug down to rub his face. “Shit. Shit. Fucking media bastards. Fuck.”

“I need to get my car tuned,” you said.

Sukuna deadpanned. “Read the fucking room, babe, we're not–”

“Do you want me to bring Touma?” You finished, undeterred by the alpha's grouchiness. “So you can meet him? I think he'd like that.”

Oh. Oh. Ouch. His heart–was Sukuna about to die? Why'd his chest hurt so much? What the fuck?

Sukuna cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “I–yeah? Yeah. Alright.”

“Okay, cool. When's your next–”

“Tomorrow.” He cleared his throat again and scratched at the back of his neck. “Any time.”

You stifled a laugh poorly. “Don’t be nervous, Sukuna.”

“M'not. Fuck you.”

“I can do tomorrow. Let's saaay…1pm?”

“Yeah, sure. 1pm.”

You rolled up at 12:59pm.

Sukuna had the garage open, everything tidy and ready to go like he actually gave a fuck about tuning your car when his literal fucking son was about to be in his presence. But he was so not nervous. Definitely not fucking nervous. Nope. Nuh-uh. Never.

You stepped out of the car and Sukuna felt his heart jump; you looked the same as you did last time he saw you. You were dressed more casually, though, done up in joggers and runners with a university hoodie to top it all off. Clearly, you didn't care to impress today.

You threw Sukuna an easy smile before pulling open the back door and taking care in plucking your chubby bunny from his car seat. All the while, Sukuna wandered closer and closer, but maintained a respectful distance just in case your momma bear came out to bite. He knew you had an impressive temper when your easy-going self got pushed too far, and he would rather not bring that out right now.

“Pa!” Your son yipped as soon as he got up into your arms. “Puh Pa!”

You melted immediately, punching Sukuna in the gut with your happy scent of maple syrup and cardamom as the little one nuzzled up to you, repeating variants of “pa!�� as he rubbed his chubby cheeks and snotty nose against your neck and face to get that perfect scent onto him.

“You're so sweet, bunny,” you cooed and adjusted him in your arms as you met Sukuna the rest of the way. “Hey, hey! So, did you want to meet him first, or–?”

Sukuna didn't know what the fuck to do, honestly.

“I, uh. Car shit first. What needs tuning?” He drawled, watching the pup clinging to you with rapt attention.

Admittedly, Sukuna didn't really pay attention to what you were saying and what you were gesturing to; he was too captivated by the faint wisps of scent he caught from your little one. He smelled of smoke and syrup–a perfect combination of his parents’ scents.

And he just looked so much like the both of you. Touma's skin tone tilted more your direction, but the glowy, bronzey quality that Sukuna brought to the table still shone through in its own weird way. His eyes were almond-shaped like his own, but bore the same, welcoming colour of yours. And, fuck, his hair was just a perfect match to Sukuna's. If the little shit got Maori tattoos too, he'd be a tiny carbon copy.

Damn. Speaking of–would his mom wanna meet the little shit? Her grandson? Would she ever bother leaving Hawaii to–

“You get all that?” You asked.

Sukuna stared at you. “Get what?”

You pursed your lips like you so often did and turned to the big, bad alpha.

“Maybe we should do the meet ‘n greet first, huh?” You swayed a little and kissed Touma awake. “Baby, you wanna meet a friend?”

“Buh!” Touma exclaimed. You gently guided his little face to look at Sukuna, and the boy looked star struck staring up at the absolute unit that was Ryoumen Sukuna.

“Touma, this is Sukuna.” You closed the gap between the two of you a little more, and Sukuna leaned down to look at the little one. His little one.

Sukuna twitched a smile as he looked over the little thing. “You sure this thing’s mine? Looks a little small.”

You laughed. “If you were born as big as you are, I’m so, so sorry for your mother.” You nuzzled Touma’s little cheek and bounced him a little.

“Wuh!” Touma’s little arms flew up towards Sukuna, and the towering man looked a little more than nervous, looking at the tiny pudgy hands like they were deadly weapons.

“Come on, don’t look at him like that.” You took Sukuna’s hand and delivered it to Touma. “He’s curious. He hasn’t met anyone as big and tall as you, y’know?”

Sukuna huffed, but let the little one grab at his fingers and hold his hand. “What, you don’t have another alpha looking after you? Hard to believe that. You're the neediest little bitch I know.”

“Stop. I'm not Yorozu,” you huffed, and Sukuna cringed at the name. “He has alphas around, sure. But not big ones like you–security excluded. It's not like other men want to play nice with another alpha's pup.”

Sukuna caught the hint of a frown on your face, and his hackles started to rise.

“Some dumbfuck giving you grief?” Sukuna asked, voice rolling with thunderous promise. He'd kill whatever moron fucked with you and his pup. You just had to drop the name.

You sighed, light-hearted. “You know what the rich and famous are like--we're the worst.”

Sukuna growled, and Touma mimicked the noise as best as he could with his pathetically teeny tiny crackled voice. Fuckin’ cute as shit.

“Tch. Don't sell yourself short.”

“I'm just trying to say I don't need that around my boy, and I sure as hell don't want it around me, either.” You nodded and stepped closer as Touma reached up for Sukuna again. Apparently just holding his hand wasn't doing it for the boy anymore.

“Good. Don't need those pathetic fucks around the runt–oi, wait, what the fuck're you–”

“Wup, wup!” Your son shrieked as you helped bully Sukuna into holding him.

“He wants uppies.”

“Uppies,” Sukuna balked.

“He wants you to–okay, you're bad at this–don't hold him like that! Here, do it like–” you cut off as you helped Sukuna get a comfortable hold on Touma while the littlest one squirmed and squeaked in delight, trying to climb up onto Sukuna's shoulder but failing miserably.

Sukuna twitched a smile as you sighed, exasperated by the ball of energy trying to scale the mountainous man. But he got a hold of him, tucking his arm under his butt and holding his back to make sure the little shit didn't go plummeting to the floor.

“You give your ma hell, huh? I can get behind that,” Sukuna hummed. His son's little hands papped at his face, grabbing at his nose and jaw–specifically over the dark tattoos streaking along the curves and cut of his features.

And you smiled the entire time. You pursed your lips tightly to hide it, but you did it so poorly. You always did. Maybe it was on purpose.

“So, can I tell you about my car problems now?”

Sukuna held onto his runt while you explained what flaws, either cosmetically or mechanically, were bothering you. It mostly consisted of slight dents from other assholes not knowing how to park, paint scratches, and more of that sort. As a fellow car guy, Sukuna could understand the anguish of having a favourite baby get all dinged up.

“Not hard to fix,” Sukuna decided. He held the hood up with one hand and looked over the motor–everything looked clean and well-maintained. He was almost impressed. “But, well, it'll cost ya. Uraume can send the details.”

You nodded. “Sure, sure, sounds good. I'm never taking this thing on the road again after it's fixed. Too many fucking idiots out there with piss poor driving skills.”

The mechanic smirked. “Ho? So beating up your car is what makes you start cussin’, huh? Noted.” He let the hood fall closed and adjusted his hold on the now-sleeping tot. “Couldn't even get you to do that in bed.”

“Psht, don't say that in front of the baby, Sukuna, jeeze,” you sighed and rubbed your face. “Babies remember more than you'd like to know.”

“Huh. You think he'll remember when he got–”

“No, he won't remember his inception.” You laughed and shook your head, but paused when you saw smears of concealer on your fingers and tutted.

“How long's the car gonna take? Should I get a rental?” You asked before the man could comment.

“Probably, if you want me to detail this thing right,” Sukuna mumbled. He reached out and turned your chin back to him, looking at the spots concealer missing, hinting at dark circles under your eyes.

Your face grew hot, but you nodded and cleared your throat. “Yeah, okay. I'll, uh. I'll call someone to pick us up–”

“I'll take you home.”

You brightened the slightest bit. “Yeah? I–okay.” You pulled his hand from your face and smiled. “I'll grab the car seat.”

Sukuna liked your house. It was a nice mix of traditional and modern with large stretches of woodgrain and bamboo. A neat outdoor garden and pond decorated the front, but a bigger, more lush collection of tropical plants greeted guests. It was beautiful, if one was desperate to be in nature.

“I'm just gonna get him to bed, be one second.”

Sukuna nodded and pocketed his hands as he pretended to not watch you trot upstairs with the sleepy cub melting in your arms. You still had a nice ass even after popping that little melon out. Huh.

He looked around your space more, wandering with slow, lumbering steps. The house wasn't huge by any means, but it was cozy and warm, quiet and hidden away from the city's gaze. That was probably why you chose it–here, you could be honest with yourself. You could shield your babe from the brutality of your career and keep him safe from leering eyes. Honestly, one of the leaves on your giant monstera could hide him from the whole universe.

Guy's too obsessed with growing shit. It ticked him off, but he didn't know why.

Maybe it was all the photos of you and Touma. Maybe it was because he wasn't in them and too many other men were in his place, lining your walls in the protection of cheap IKEA frames–but Sukuna didn't want you. No, no, Ryoumen Sukuna did not want anyone. He didn't want you. He didn't need to settle down and–

“You want a glass of wine?” You asked when you came back down the stairs. “It's plum wine. Don't really have any scotch or anything, but I–”

Sukuna scoffed before a mocking laugh slipped out of him. You paused, looking at him with bleak attention as he shook his head and pocketed his hands. Your request for him to stay pissed him off; clearly, you expected something more from him.

“Whaddaya think is gonna happen here, huh? You think we're gonna fall in love, pick up where we left off, have a happy little fuckin’ family to tell the tabloids about?”

“What?” You asked. “I never–”

“Didn't have to. Gotta admit, you did a better job than the rest of the whores that tried wrangling me in to–”

“All I asked,” you cut him off, voice quiet but firm, “Is if you wanted wine. I’m not proposing, Sukuna.”

Sukuna didn’t like that. The whole…not-being-into-him and not wanting him to stick around after he just shut you down. He sucked his teeth and took a breath, about to say something, but you spoke first.

“I know this is a PR thing. I know how the whole media circus works–you want your ex to stop bothering you, and I want people to stop asking questions about who the fucking father of my son is.” You paused, staring Sukuna dead in his eyes, a quiet, simmering rage boiling just beneath the surface of placid control.

“Call my manager when the car’s done,” you decided, sounding beaten down and exhausted. “I’ll send someone for it. Thanks for the ride home.”

Next thing the man knew, he was ushered toward the door and stood in the doorway, stuck on the idea of being kicked out of his omega’s–no, no, out of an omega’s house like he was trash.

“Fucking–wait, just–”

“What?” You snapped.

“I could–glass of wine doesn’t sound too bad–”

You shoved the bottle into his hands and slammed the door.

Sukuna tried to sleep it off–as in, he slept around to forget about the crushing weight of rejection collapsing down on him, shattering his chest, spearing his heart with shattered bone.

You still kept being so fucking nice to him, too. You never slandered him, never spoke ill whenever he was asked about in interviews–you spared his reputation with a kind smile every time you had to talk about him or to him.

And he was grateful for it, even if he didn't return the favor. It's not like he was on a smear campaign, no, but anytime a hook up would ask about you, he wouldn't give a glowing review, per se. But it wouldn't be scalding either. Just sheer indifference tainted with drops of bitterness stemming from unripe guilt.

It went on like that for months–until you did your parental duties, and set aside your feelings about Sukuna for the sake of your son.

“Uraume, get that,” Sukuna called as his phone rang. He was too busy fucking around under the hood of his latest project to wipe his hands free of grease and pick up himself, obviously.

But Uraume was there for a reason. They picked up the phone with a polite hello before their sharp frigidity melted into rounded edges.

“(Name)-san,” they hummed. “It's good to hear from you. Do you need to talk to Sukuna-san?”

Sukuna started wiping his hands off so unbelievably fast.

“He's working on a car right now. You know how he can be when he's focused.”

“Fucking–piece of shit–what the fuck–” somehow, he got even more grease and oil on his hands thanks to that stupid fucking rag. God, what a nightmare.

“Sure, I can take a message.”

“Fuckin’ shit fuck, fuck.” He wiped his hands on his designer jeans before running to Uraume and gesturing for the phone.

Uraume's brows raised, and they actually smiled.

“Ah, hold on, Sukuna-san's here.”

Sukuna snatched up the phone, ignoring the knowing look glimmering in Uraume’s eyes. Ugh. Ugh. Betas.

“Hey,” Sukuna said after clearing his throat.

“Hey! Ume said you were working on a car? You didn't have to stop to talk.”

“Yeah, well.” Sukuna shrugged to himself and kicked a scrapped car part, sending it skittering across the ground and clanking into other parts. Jesus, when did his shop get so messy? “Needed a break anyway.”

“Ah. You work too hard, you need to take breaks more often,” you laughed sweetly. “So, listen, Touma's birthday's coming up–”

“Shit, seriously?” Sukuna grinned and kicked another chopped part. “Fuck. How old's the little shit turning?”

“Two! He's growing up so fast, I wish I could slow down time and–” you paused and laughed, suddenly sounding unsure and a bit nervous. “Sorry, sorry, was about to go on a tangent. Anyway, there is a little get-together, but you don't have to come. Satoru and Toji'll be there. But your brother and his son'll be there, too, so it won't suck completely.

“Otherwise, if you want to come see him earlier or something, that's fine, and–and you're not cutting me off and I didn't think I'd get this far so I'm losing the plot.”

Sukuna huffed. “What, you don't want me to fuckin’ listen, huh?”

“I know you will since I have such a pretty voice, but I'm surprised you're being a good boy for once.”

The mechanic rolled his eyes and rubbed his face. Who knows if it was to wipe away embarrassment or fatigue.

“You’re exhausting.”

“And you’re a dick.” There was a special brand of teasing bitterness behind those words, but the vibes were balanced perfectly; seemed you were still cranky about what he said, but you were willing to let it slide.

Sukuna chuckled, relaxing the slightest bit. “Alright. I don't know what the fuck kids like at that age, but I'll figure somethin’ out. I can at least show up Jin.”

“Wow.”

“Text me time and place. I'll be there.” After a moment, he added, “I’ll bring some plum wine. Fancy shit.”

The hidden rumble of a purr snuck its way out from your side, and Sukuna did everything he could to suppress his alpha's reciprocation.

“Sounds good. See you then, Sukuna.”

Toji answered the door.

“Hah. Why the hell are you here?” The fuckhead ex-Zenin asked with a stupid, shitty smirk on his dumbass face.

Sukuna strained not to throw the first punch. He really shouldn't murder someone at his--your son's birthday party. Murder is bad. Murder is bad.

“Fuck you.” Hey, at least it wasn't murder. “‘M here for my fucking kid.”

Toji crossed his arms and suddenly looked beyond bored as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Your kid? You mean (Name)’s kid?” He wondered, putting on a show of thinking. “Weird.”

“You're one to talk. You forgetting what you did to your own brat? You fuckin’--”

“Sukuna!” Your sweet voice called, instantly changing the atmosphere. “Glad you came. Do you–oi, Toji, move, stop bodyguarding. You're not a bouncer.”

“Eh?” Toji stayed in his spot as you smacked at his arm and tried to push him away. “I'm just standing here. Not bodyguarding. Minding my business.”

“You’re so full of shit.” You wheezed and squeaked as the man suddenly gave way, nearly making you crash into him and plummet to the floor. But you caught yourself and hissed at the dark-haired menace until he whistled innocently and waltzed away.

“Fucking--why’s he here again?” Sukuna grumbled as you let him in. He leaned down to nose at your cheek with a grumpy, quiet grunt--typical greeting procedures for an interested individual or bonded pair. But the way you choked on whatever you were about to say meant he must've caught you off guard.

“He's uh–we work together. We've worked together? He was the stunt coordinator for some movies I've been in.” You cleared your throat and took the present bag from Sukuna to place with the others. “And I babysit Gumi sometimes.”

“Gumi? What the fuck is a Gumi?”

“Megumi? His son?” Oh. Oh. “I babysit Yuuji too, so. Thick as thieves, y'know?”

Sukuna nodded a little, thinking hard on the lore. He liked that Yuuji was taken care of by you, but surely that wretched Gumi could go somewhere else. Toji was probably just leeching off of you.

“Oi, Momma, get in here,” Toji crowed from wherever all the baby giggles and excitement bubbled from in the house. “Your boys need some maternal guidance–”

“Toji, don't make it weird!” Jin whisper-yelled before going on a long-winded rant about this and that, about proper behaviour and attitudes in front of children (not that the kids were paying attention to anything Toji did).

You gave Sukuna a tired smile. “Come on. It won’t be that bad, I promise.”

Sukuna sighed, but let you drag him to his demise, bottle of wine in-hand.

But it wasn’t that bad. Not really.

Your other boys, Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru, showed up and showered tiny Touma with way too much praise and far too many gifts, but the little shit looked so pleased that Sukuna couldn’t get too annoyed. Shoko and Uraume came by, too, much to Sukuna’s surprise. Uraume brought with them a whole fucking confectionary cake they’d crafted themselves at home. Gojo obsessed over it and Getou tried to reign him in to no avail.

And the night went on. No one talked shit, not unless it was in good fun, no one got fucking hammered, no one talked about work–it was all about the kids. Nothing else. No one else.

Sukuna could never guess just how far that truth went.

When everyone left for the night, the alpha could start to see the edges of your smile fraying. But you held on, thanking everyone for the gifts and for showing up for Touma, and especially thanking Jin for offering to let all the little ones spend the night at his place (you and Toji would forever be in his debt).

Then, when the door closed and all fell silent, he heard you cry.

Sukuna didn't know what to do about people crying. He never had. Even when he was a kid, he had a hard time trying to comfort people with hugs and words of reassurance–he just couldn't do it.

“It's okay,” he heard you whisper. “It's okay. It's okay. You're okay. It's okay. I'm okay.”

Sukuna got up and leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. “Sure about that?”

You jumped and clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle your scream. Sukuna barked out an ugly, reedy laugh while he defended himself from your petty smacks and pinches.

“You scared the fuck out of me–why're you still even here? Go home! Shoo!” You wiped your eyes once you were done harassing him and turned away, busying yourself with cleaning up dishes and wrapping paper left in the aftermath.

Sukuna followed you idly, a shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. What could he say? He loved seeing you get all petty and riled up. But he didn't love seeing you cry. He didn't love seeing you try to stealthily wipe tears away, to try and steady your shaky breathing.

“What’s going on with you, babe?” Sukuna asked as he settled beside you at the sink.

“It's nothing,” you said with a snuffle. “It's seriously nothing. Sorry, I--you don't need to stay. Or anything.” You sighed and rubbed at your eyes with your sleeve. “You've done your fatherly duties. You're free to leave.”

“Yeah? ‘N what about my baby daddy duties?” He wondered, voice so horribly low and comforting, like the buzzing crackle of a campfire.

You laughed, watery and shaky. “You already did everything you needed to, Sukuna.”

“Come on, don't cockblock me like that.” He gently tilted your Chin his way to catch your eyes just like he had back at the shop all those months ago. “Look at me.”

You did. Your eyes were red and irritated, whatever pretty boy make up you wore was wiped off and smudged, and those heavy, dark bags met the light in front of someone else for the first time in a long time.

You still had the gall to laugh it off and pull Sukuna's hand from your face with a small, “I'm fine,” though.

“Then why the hell are you crying?” He asked.

You squeezed his hand with both of yours. “Things are just…hard. Overwhelming.”

Sukuna nodded a bit. “That why Jin took the runts tonight?”

“Yeah. Needed some time, I guess.” You snuffled and wiped your face with both hands before finishing up with cleaning. “Makes me sound like a shit parent, I know.”

Sukuna couldn’t disagree more. “Least you're not flipping out on the kid. That'd be way shittier, yeah?”

“I don't know. I guess, but–yeah. I don't know.”

Sukuna sighed and scooped you up like a new bride. “You're driving me fucking mental.”

“Sukuna–!”

“Quiet.” Your omega indeed piped down at the grouchy command, and you shyly let the man carry you up the steps to find your bedroom. “You're getting some damn rest. You look like shit.”

You grumbled something Sukuna elected to ignore in favour of tossing you onto a bed the way one might lob a stone into a pond. You landed with a warbled squawk and looked at Sukuna with horribly accusatory, baffled eyes.

Sukuna quirked a brow as he looked down on you, gladly using his broad build and tall stature to secure your submission. And it worked; the aggravated spark in your eyes curled up and fell silent after a few long seconds. Your head lowered just the slightest bit, too, but your passive gaze remained stuck on him, waiting for his next move.

“Fine,” you grumbled.

Sukuna raised his brows and eased onto the bed, caging you underneath him with his solid frame. Your scent flickered with shy playfulness, and Sukuna relished in it.

“How do I know you're gonna obey, omega?”

“I guess you don't. Not for certain,” you admitted begrudgingly.

“Tch. Someone's gotta keep you accountable then, huh?” He nosed at your neck, nearly letting his lips touch your neck but refusing to do so in the same instance. “Make sure you're doing the right thing, make sure you're behaving.”

One of his hands squeezed at your soft thigh before inching up little by little. Your hands found themselves in his hair as he teased at your joggers’ waistband, pulling the elastic taut before letting it go.

“Sukuna,” you laughed, sounding a little breathless. “I, uh–I thought you said–”

“Changed my mind.”

“But–”

“Forget what I said and let me make you cum on my fingers, brat.”

Oh. Well, hard to argue against that.

You swallowed but gave a meek nod. He ripped your bottoms off and felt up your blazing skin with rough, calloused hands, groping and grabbing in the same spots he liked back when you were hooking up: your thighs, your hip bones, the squish of your stomach. As much as the man harped on about not wanting “damaged goods,” he sure worshiped your body like it was brand new, untouched.

Sukuna brought his fingers to your mouth, and you took them with utmost compliance. Your tongue worked against his digits thoughtfully and thoroughly for your own sake–a lack of starter lube wouldn't end well, after all. And Sukuna was not the most patient man in the sack.

“See?” Sukuna crowed into your ear as his hand traveled south and a finger sunk into you. “It's not so bad to just behave, now is it?”

You already felt like you were about to explode, and Sukuna savoured It. He liked being the one to do this to you–the only one for a while, considering how tight and sensitive you were. Any little push or prod inside you brought sweet sighs and soft moans to the surface–and a second and third finger had your hips bucking and your nails digging into his shoulder and back as he finger-fucked you to oblivion while still caging you in.

“Good omega,” he cooed. “Gonna cum already, huh? Tch, you shoulda said no one’s been taking care of you; I would’ve taken my parental responsibilities more seriously.” His lips and teeth landed on your neck, as you curled up into him, body tensing, heels digging into the mattress, panting and gasping getting louder and faster. The sound made his pants strain even more.

“Fuck, you smell fucking good. Better than when I fucked you the first time.”

“I-I forgot you talked so much in bed,” you managed out. “Could you just–shut up?”

Sukuna growled, and you whined. “You want me to shut up, huh? You wanna listen to your slick fucking hole getting spread open, plowed into? You miss me that much, omega?”

“No.” You hissed and clung to his upper arm as he somehow managed to take it up a notch, slipping his fourth finger in and spreading you obscenely wide.

“I think you did. Think you were hopin’ I’d come around, plow you into the bed again, stuff you full like no one else can.”

“Sukuna–”

“I’ll fill this hole up all you want, baby–I’ll even stuff another pup in you. Twins. You want that, huh? You gonna be my omega from now on? Creaming on my cock ‘n fingers the way you shoulda been the day you walked your perfect, little ass into my life?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up–” you choked on a gasp and bit into his shoulder, soaking his shirt with drool and shuddered mewls while your body tightened and ecstasy hit like the weight of Sukuna’s words–brutal, fast, honest.

Sukuna moaned in sympathy, ignoring the way his hand and arm cramped and ached to keep pistoning into you and draw out your high. He couldn't help it–something about you drove him mad in that moment. It could have been how you made his ego swell, it might've been the way his greed needed your slick staining his and only his skin, perhaps it could have been a quiet yearning coming from his lonely, hollow alpha. He didn't know. But he didn't question it.

Your body started to relax with the death grip you had on his shoulder as you came down from the sudden, electric high. Your hips still jolted with every slow, lazy push into your soft hole, though a haze of purring and cooing filled the spot where gasps and moans once did. Eventually, you melted off of him and collapsed onto your back, looking as content as a cat lounging in the sun.

“Oi, oi, you're not done yet, sweetheart.” But if you said you were done, he might've listened. Just that once.

You hummed something as you looked up at him, eyes doey and so egregiously lovey-dovey.

“That's a nice face. Make sure you save it just for me,” Sukuna gently commanded, and you laughed.

“Demanding. I thought you didn't like used goods.”

Sukuna scowled. “Shut up.” His free hand traced the stripes of stretched skin left in the wake of bearing his baby boy. “I like ‘em when they're used by me.”

“Does that really make them ‘used goods,’ then?” You murmured as if speaking logic too loud would break Sukuna's entranced obsession of you.

But maybe, maybe, you had a point.

“Guess I'll have to think on that.” His fingers slipped out of you and he gave you a wet slap on the ass to wake you up. Your subsequent squeak sure as hell woke Sukuna up.

“Ow. Gross.”

“I'm not finished with you, brat. Don't get too fuckin’ content, yeah?” He smirked when you glanced at his crotch expectantly. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Please.”

Sukuna sighed and settled between your legs as he futzed with his belt and button. “Could put up a bit of a fight.”

“Too tired.” You yawned and stretched with a pleased sigh. “No will to argue.”

The alpha leaned down to bite at your knee, and you pulled your legs together to avoid his chunky, rude fangs. You knew he'd delight in making you bleed or leaving dark bruises. He was the worst.

“Still got a little fight left in ya,” Sukuna said with a grin. “Let's see how much more we can find, hm?”

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can we get any this from Sammy and Will at world I just need my broken heart to be fix for one moment

night out in prague

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a night off in the city leads to the usa men's team heading into the city for a much needed night out.

1.4k words

as promised, here is some of samy and will at worlds before they broke up because i said i would still write about their happy moments in between the sadness to get a small break from the angst :)

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will's gaze stuck itself to samy as she walked towards him with a drunk smile spread across her lips. she wandered off towards the bar an hour ago taking shots with some of the girlfriends of the guys with will keeping a watchful eye on her a few tables away. he enjoyed seeing her get along so well with the others despite their age difference to some of the other players on the team.

the blonde forgot his conversation he was having as samy reached his side. he quickly smiled down at her, "hi."

"hi. miss anything exciting?" the girl wondered, tucking her head into will's shoulder since he was her height sitting in the booth.

"not really. enjoy your shots?" will chuckled lightly when samy eagerly nodded.

"so good. you should've done a round with us," the brunette always got more touchy whenever she got drunk. her fingers reached to will's curls to play with them and the action had the boy flushing.

he loved the feeling of samy's fingers in his hair, but being around everyone else while she did it was still something the boy was getting used to.

the other guys at the table hardly even noticed, but it still sent a blush across will's cheeks nonetheless.

"i'm hungry," samy mumbled as she leaned more into her boyfriend. his arm wrapped around her waist basically keeping her up against him.

"wanna leave soon?" will wondered.

"no, i'm okay. don't wanna pull you away," she hummed towards the guys still in their own conversation will stopped listening to.

"i don't mind. i was thinking about leaving soon anyway," the blonde said.

"are you sure?" samy never wanted to pull her boyfriend away if he wasn't ready to leave. she didn't mind hanging around longer as long as she probably started drinking water instead of more alcohol.

"yeah, i'm sure. don't worry," the hockey player beamed up at her. his smile was hard to ignore knowing he was being serious, so samy returned it.

"okay, as long as you're sure. i'll say bye to luke," the younger girl caught sight of her brother a few tables down.

the middle hughes saw his sister walking towards him, smiling a bit, "what's up little hughesy?" poor samy would never escape that nickname, especially whenever she was around her brothers since they were always "hughesy" before her.

"will and i are gonna leave. just wanted to let you know," the girl told the older boy.

"leaving already?" cole wondered from beside luke.

"yeah, i think those rounds of shots did me in," samy chuckled lightly.

"i can tell. your cheeks always get red whenever you have a lot of alcohol," luke quickly squeezed samy's cheeks which instantly made her pull back.

"shut up. you're the same," the girl poked her brother's flushed cheeks. he just rolled his eyes while the others laughed.

"have fun back at the hotel. don't be too loud," trevor teased earning an eye roll from samy and a gagging motion from luke.

"god, do not say that shit around me about my sister. gross. text me when you get back," luke shook his head in disgust.

"you're such a baby. see you," samy pinched her brother's arm before finding her way back to will who finished paying their tab.

"ready?" the blonde hooked his arm around samy's waist again. the girl nodded, so the two hurried out before anyone could stop them and drag them back in.

the city slowed down once night hit besides the few cabs driving through the streets and people wandering back home from the bars much like samy and will were doing. prague was so beautiful at night, too. the girl's gaze was glued to the buildings with incredible architecture that reached into the sky.

"i could stay here forever," samy mumbled.

"you and me both," will hummed, his hand going to intertwine with samy's

"do you ever wish you could stay in the countries you travel to forever?" the youngest hughes' gaze fell on her boyfriend. from the side he was stunning. his curls started growing back out after his last haircut and his entire face in general was just to die for.

"yeah, sometimes. i wish we'd get more time to explore," will's own gaze flicked across the impressive buildings and night sky.

"i don't know if i've said this, but i really like traveling with you. it's really fun and it's been super awesome cheering you and my brother on," samy felt will's hold tighten on her hand. he met her gaze with a smile, stopping them on the sidewalk for a moment.

"i'm really glad you're here. it means a lot that you came out and i hope we can continue doing this," the two exchanged warm smiles before their lips were on each other's seconds later.

will's told tightened on samy's hips as their kiss deepened. the streets of prague were practically empty, so the couple used that by their advantage to kiss under the starts as cheesy as it all sounded. samy's fingers tugged at the curls on the back of will's head making him kiss her even harder. they practically lost themselves in one another.

"you're so beautiful," will mumbled when they finally pulled apart for air.

"i love you," samy hummed earning a large smile from her boyfriend.

"i love you more," the blonde placed one more kiss to her lips before making them continue walking to the hotel.

the rest of their walk was spent in comfortable silence. the two gently swung their connected hands back and forth until reaching the hotel. the front desk nodded to them as will dug out his key card to take them to their floor.

once will kicked their door open, samy stumbled in. she tore her heels off, falling back onto the bed with a happy smile painting her lips. the blonde chuckled seeing her sprawled out across the bed, quickly plopping down beside her as the two began staring at the ceiling.

"be honest with me. are you signing when we get back?" samy wondered because she saw the news headlines and all the circulation about will, gabe, and ryan possibly signing. the couple hadn't talked much about it since they lost the ncaa finals as will kept it pretty sparse around her and everyone else.

because of samy's slightly intoxicated state, she didn't pick up on the hesitation in her boyfriend's face nor the way the smile faded from his lips. she just assumed he didn't hear her or something.

"i'm not sure," his answer finally came.

"i feel like there's so much speculation going around. i mean, i'd be happy for you either way," the girl shrugged, a light smile tugging on her lips still.

she missed will's hesitation again because he just rolled over so he was on his side and samy met his gaze. "i know you'd be happy for me either way. i think you're my number 1 supporter," the boy chuckled.

"well, after your family, i hope i'd be. have i ever missed any of your games when you were close to or in michigan?" the brunette raised her eyebrow.

will's smile faltered a bit, but again, samy didn't notice. her hand reached up to caress the boy's cheek as he leaned into her soft touch before kissing the inside of her palm. his gesture had samy giggling before pulling him into a real kiss against her lips. she fell back against the bed again as the hockey player sort of hovered above her so he wasn't completely crushing her with all of his body weight.

the two continued making out until will pulled away knowing it was late and samy was intoxicated so they couldn't take it further. she pouted though when his lips left hers, "why'd you stop?"

"it's late, we should go to bed. i got practice in the morning," the blonde chuckled.

"when has that ever stopped you?" the girl teased some making will blush.

"maybe when you're not drunk, yeah?" he grinned, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek instead.

"fine," the boy rolled off of her back onto his feet where he reached his hands out to help her back up.

the couple exchanged warm smiles before samy started towards the bathroom to wipe her makeup off and get ready for bed. fifteen minutes later, they were ready for bed in their pajamas or in will's case, pajama pants and no shirt. samy flicked the lights off before crawling into his side, snuggling into her boyfriend's extended arm.

"i love you, sleep well," samy hummed into the boy's chest. he smiled even though she couldn't see it.

"i love you, too," he placed one last kiss to the top of her head and then quickly knocked out for the night, soft snores filling the hotel room.

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kooksbunnnn · 2 days

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Lost cause? 4.1: Would she hate me for this?

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Authors note: This scene is from Jungkook's pov from the last few paragraphs of chapter 4. I wanted to keep the thoughts he had while this scene happened in a separate chapter, so enjoy, ily🩷

Note: The part that's marked in blue is still in Y/N's pov and is also underlined in blue in chapter four if you wanna trace back the starting of this chapter in the previous one.

Words: 2.6k words approx

Any kind of warnings? Yes, maybe: a heartbreaking kiss and both of them being bad at communication. Jungkook's inner thoughts. Angst. Infidelity mentions. Therapy mentions psychological thoughts regarding guilt and love and hurt and comfort, and love.

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"How did I know? How about, why didn't I know?" You raise your voice slightly, and he shuts the door so that your parents don't get their sleep interrupted, tilting slightly towards the entrance, your bed not being that far from the door.

She asked me why I didn't tell her? What could I even tell her? That I didn't wanna make my already cheated-on wife who's carrying our baby with a broken heart that was caused by me. The wife who thinks too much for her own good. Tell her that I rejected my dream job - our dream job - because I found her and our baby to be more important at the moment? So that she could probably find herself the reason for it, fuck no.

"Y/N I am sorr-" she cuts me off as I apologize again.

"Sorry? How many things are gonna be okay just because you apologize, Jungkook?! It was your dream. You worked so hard for it.." she says as her tears fall and my heart rips apart at how her face reddens due to crying.

She was crying for me? Because of me, again?

How many times more do I have to be responsible for her tears? How much am I gonna hurt her? How much is she gonna cry because of her pathetic husband?

Seeing her cry so much and breathe heavily, I look down at her lap, trying to control my emotions until she yells at me. Her hand slipping up against my skin.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She exclaims.

It seemed like she didn't realize when her hand shifted from my t-shirt's neckline to my neck. I feel relaxed and very selfishly happy when she doesn't remove her hand even after she sees me reacting to her touch.

Fuck. I wanna carve her touch in my mind, soul, and body. I shut my eyes, taking in the touch, feeling like there was a part of me missing from me, and I just found it.

It had been so long.

"Tell me, kook?" You whisper, so slowly bringing me back to my senses. Did she just rub her thumb against my skin? When I finally registered her voice calling me, I realized what she was asking me, and my heart skipped a beat.

In fear.

She looks at me wishing for an answer and I panic, what if she wanted me to take the job? Would she want me to go away? Would she think it's better if she stays away from me? If I stay away from her?

I answer in a very short statement with a sigh, trying to calm my breathing, "Baby, they wanted me to go away." I say, the petname falling out of my mouth so smoothly.

They wanted me to go away from her and our daughter. I would never do that. Nobody can make me.

"Dont lie to me, Jungkook, please. Yoongi told me they were ready to fix the schedule according to you -"

Damn it-

Yoongi hyung was definitely gonna hear an earful from me for this. Why did he have to tell her this? Couldn't he have waited until I gained some kind of courage to tell her myself? Couldn't he just wait for some time before telling her how I fucked things up for us in a new way? I was finally, finally getting somewhere.

Before she completes her sentence, I tell her the truth, although I feel bad for cutting her sentence midway.

"And you think they were gonna do that for me forever?"

The funniest part was when they offered me the job and then expected me to go away to tokyo for 8 months after my daughter was a newborn alongside my wife, who would be a newborn mother.

It was funny to me because it seemed like a joke to me. A bad one at that. Who the fuck were they to even think of seperating me from my family. Hadn't it been for Joon hyung, I would've resigned on the spot..

..But she doesn't need to know so many details. I just hope Yoongi hyung didn't tell her about the arguments I had with the president, some of them almost risking my career at his company.

"Why did you say that I agreed, why didnt you come talk to me? Do you think I wouldn't have understood or that you think it's not important for me to know?"

Her question brought me straight back to the room where I argued with the president, almost making me scoff at how ironic the whole situation is.

Ironic, since he asked me a similar question that day, "Is this company nothing to you? You wouldn't even try to work with this?" Namjoon and I sat across the president with the letter in front of me.

The moment I shook my head firmly in refusal and looked at the frustrated boss in front of me, all three of the men in the room knew it was gonna be a long evening. Making me slightly anxious about my wife waiting for me to eat dinner at home while some senior at work makes me feel bad for not accepting his offer.

He told me how I was the best fit and he was one of my well wishers for wanting this for me, I appreciated the opportunity, I really did, I still do but nothing could've made me go away from her. I couldn't have explained things to him in detail, so he obviously couldn't have understood anyhow about the reasons I was so stubbornly refusing because of,

So I didn't. I just refused. Again and again.

Now, coming back to her question.

"Would you have let me quit if I wanted to?" I asked instantly and see her expressions pause. Exactly. I can see the thoughts behind her eyes. She would've wanted me to get my dream job, and I would've wanted to be with our dream.

Us, our family. Happy. Together.

"You see, baby? That's why I didn't tell you. You're already handling so many responsibilities, I didn't wanna worry you more." I didn't wanna make her feel burdened with any more responsibilities or any kind of blame that I know for a fact she would've directed towards herself.

Knowing the kind of over thinker she is, I knew this would've been the better decision for us.

I could work harder in the future for this promotion, maybe get better roles than this one, but right now, I wanted to be a good father and a good husband.

She looks at me. Her eyes looked at me to try and find the truth behind my words, and I know she does. She can read me very well. One of the reasons I have always been honest with her. She has always been open to conversations and let me be open to her always.

It's something she deserves for being so perfect at everything, as minimal as her being a human. She was perfect at everything for me.

I continue, "They were willing to change my schedule for me only until she is born.." I look at her tummy and feel my heart swell with love for our daughter and then the beautiful woman carrying her.

"..I can't risk being away from you again. It might sound like I am lying, but Y/N, baby, I dont wanna be away from you for a single second. I wanna prove myself to be worthy of a second chance. I wanna be worthy of you and her. I can't imagine my life even for a second without you or her. You can push me all you want, you can yell at me all you want but dont tell me that I should've chosen a job and not my family time. I know I dont have an answer for why I did what.." I pause, feeling the knot in my throat.

The night, fresh in my memory.

The way she cried, screaming with so much pain in her heart, the balcony where she told me she was leaving me, the house, the kitchen where she blacked out after crying so much, everything was embedded in my memory like a nightmare I couldnt never forget.

"...I did, I myself don't know why I did it and trust me if I could turn back the time I would. But baby..." I really wish I could go back in time and stop myself from committing the sin that would hurt my wife in a way we never dreamed of. I could never have dreamed of.

I put my hand on hers that rested on my cheek, waiting to see her reaction to my touch. When she doesn't react negatively or in any way that should make me take my hand back, I continue,

"...I love you, and I will love you for my whole life, I will love you and my family until I breathe. I am so sorry for fucking things up but I want to fix them, I can fix them, we will fix it. Just dont please.." I say it, I say it again and I will repeat it as long as I can to make sure she knows I love her. Squeezing my eyes shut I gather the courage to make a request I shouldnt be making, I dont have the right to ask her this but I think I wont be able to breathe if I dont.

I need to know what she wants.

"...dont ask me to go away from you. I can't live away from you. I would quit my job if that's what it takes to be with my family, to take care of my family, to take care of you, and to take care of us. Please tell me I can be with you, can you please tell me you dont want me to go away? Pleas-"

But before I could finish my request and beg her not to go away from me, she pulled me towards her with her hands on my neck. I expected a hug when she pulled me, a hug that would comfort her stress and maybe help my heart get some comfort as well. But what happened made my knees buckle and heart pause.

She tells me her answer.

She does, but the way she expresses it makes my heart beat in reverse. I almost forgot how her lips felt like against me, the soft pillows against my slightly chapped ones. It was a feeling I was addicted to, and these months of staying away from her made me lose my sanity sometimes.

I think she would move back, maybe thinking of this as a mistake and also maybe a decision that was made impulsively or maybe out of muscle memory. But she doesn't, she doesn't move, in fact she moves her lips against me slightly tilting her head making my breath hitche.

I can't help but shut my eyes at the feeling of her lips moving against me. I feel myself giving into the kiss, but then it hits me. Hits me like someone poured water on my face.

This was wrong. I can't kiss her. What if she regrets this in the morning? What if she thinks I took advantage of her being stressed out. I can't kiss her without thinking this through or without talking to her about this. I lost the right to rightfully kiss her when..

Oh god.

I think of pulling back, but then she squeezes my t-shirt in such need that I almost whine in her mouth. This feels like torture. I want to move away from her, I don’t want to move away from her at the same time. Moving back from her arms is better, the right thing.

Oh, why does every right thing have to be so difficult to do?

I try making up my mind because one moment of me giving in might cause the downfall of the progress we built. We can talk about this to the therapist after I move back after I back off. But how do I do it? She needs me. Would moving back be okay? What if she loses hope in our relationship? But what if she tells me that she regrets this later? What if she hates me for this?

Fuck this. Two more seconds.

I kiss her back, shutting my eyes for two more seconds, and the thought of breaking the kiss makes me almost sob. I sniffle as my tears burn my eyes when I sense that you realize what I'm about to do.

Oh god, I don't want to do this. I am so sorry, Y/N. I love you but I have to do this for us. I can't do this, I can't kiss you. I can't touch you, not like this, not with a risk of losing you, I can't hurt you anymore. I can't do this. I need to move away. I need to pull myself back. Fuck.

I do it, and I hate myself for it.

I hate myself. I hate myself for the look she gives me after I move back. My eyes are burning wuth tears my cheeks feel wet from our mixed tears. Sniffling, I move back from our space, move back from the bed, move back from the kiss, move back from her, and maybe move back a space from our progress.

I dont know how this would affect us. I could kiss her better tomorrow if she feels like it, I could make it better, but I wouldn't be able to see hatred in her eyes for me. Not again.

Not after so many months of being away from her.

I get up and take a step back, shaking my head out of the dizzyness, eyes squeezed shut. Cursing myself under my breath, I do my best not to look at how frozen she looks.

Oh God, I must've made her feel so embarrassed. Should I sit back down and kiss her again, or should I tell her why I did this?

"I- I am sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't, I can't. I am really sorry, I shouldn't. I just shouldn't. I am sorry." As usual I chose the latter but probably fucking up the situation further more.

I need help.

In order to not make her feel more embarrassed, I leave the room, shutting the door, not completely but leaving it slightly ajar so that I could run to her if she needs me.

I try to busy myself in the kitchen cleaning things up, storing the leftovers in the fridge, cleaning the island and preparing things for the morning so that Y/N's mom could find it easy cooking breakfast in the morning.

I put a glass under the water purifier, filling it with water to keep on Y/Ns nighstand. I wish she is asleep before I go to her room to keep the water but since my luck wants to test me these days, I find her wide eyed along with a red nose looking at me with swollen eyes.

Shit.

"Good night," I whisper to her, trying not to look at her, but eventually, when I do, it feels like someone just punched me in the gut.

I feel so mad at myself, this was getting so much complicated and somehow I have fucked everything more, every single time. I hope we can talk about this in the morning, I just hope I can talk about the kiss without making her cry again or making her feel embaressed again. I hope we can move forward with therapy and make things better between us.

Moreover I just hope, pray and wish I dont fuck things up more for us.

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howlingday · 8 hours

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Switchin' Ain't Easy

Mercury: And that'll do it for the stream today, ladies. Thank you so much for tuning in, and for all the donations, too, of course. And a big, ol' sexy thank you to all my tier three subs. You lovelies make all of this possible. I wouldn't be able to make half the amount of lien I do a week without y'all! See you all tomorrow, and it can't come soon enough~. Good-bye!

Mercury: (Click! Stretches) Mmgh!

Adrian: (Walks in) Hi, Mr. Mercury! How are you?

Mercury: Hey, kiddo! I'm doin' alright. Just finished up a Switch Stream. How are you?

Adrian: Okay, I guess. I was bored and I wanted to see what everyone else was up to.

Mercury: Yeah? And let me guess; you came to see the most awesome dude with bionic legs first because you knew he'd fix your boredom, right?

Adrian: No, you were actually my last choice 'cause everyone else was busy.

Mercury: Ghk!

Adrian: Not in a bad way! I'm just not allowed to hang out with you because then my uncle would get mad at me because he doens't like when I'm around you. When I ask him why, he says he'll tell me when I'm older. Then he walks away calling you something under his breath. He says you're a sloo... A slot... No... Oh! He calls you a "slu-"!

Mercury: HEY! Haha, maybe don't say it so loud! Especially if you're gonna go back to your uncle after seeing me.

Adrian: Huh?

Mercury: Nothing, nothing!

Adrian: Okay! Ooh, that's a really neat computer! Were you playing a video game~?!

Mercury: Yup! Just like I said, I just finished a Switch Stream. Helps pay the bills.

Adrian: But doesn't the government pay you a fair and just wage for all of your hard work protecting the world?

Mercury: ...Kid-

Adrian: I know, I know. I just heard what I said, too. So what does this "switch streaming" do?

Mercury: Well, kid, to make it easy to understand, take all the things that make a person a decent human being, like morals, dignity, respect, decency and everything else that your mommies teach you, then throw all of that in the garbage, sit down in front of a camera or mic, and BAM! You're Switch Streaming, baby~!

Adrian: I don't understand...

Mercury: Well, let me explain it like this then. A Switch Streamer makes a recording of themselves watching or playing or reacting to something or even just talking and then live streams it out for all of their fans and followers to watch and enjoy!

Adrian: Is that really the best way to make lien? It doesn't sound like it makes a lot.

Mercury: Well, the rates vary from the site itself, and Switch makes most of what I've got off of ad revenue, but where the lien REALLY rolls in is from the donations!

Adrian: Donations? Like, people give you lien?

Mercury: Bingo, kiddo! Hit the nail right on the head!

Adrian: But why would they donate to you? Do you make really funny or exciting content, Mr. Mercury?

Mercury: Oh, hell no! It's barely considered content!

Adrian: Huh? Then why-

Mercury: Listen, Adrian, some of us are born with what some people call "devilishly good looks". In other words, I look so good that a lot of people are willing to listen to me and to what I have to say. Because being sexy or attractive where it really matters can REALLY get people reaching for their wallets. Couple ab shots here and a shirtless messy water drink there and all them thots practically drown me in lien~!

Adrian: ...Mr. Mercury, are you a whore?

Mercury: WHAT?! Wh-Where did that come from?!

Adrian: Uncle Jaune and Mommy Saph talked about one of my aunties using her body to get something she wants makes her a whore. And they said it was a bad thing to be.

Mercury: That's... rude. But not untrue, I guess.

Adrian: So is being a Switch Streamer a bad thing?

Mercury: Let me answer your question with my own question. Do you know how much lien I make from a single three-hour stream?

Adrian: I don't know what that has to do with anything. Uncle Jaune says that if you do something bad, nothing will excuse-

Mercury: Over five thousand lien~.

Adrian: Mr. Mercury, can I be a Switch Streamer when I grow up~?

Mercury: You sure can, bud! You can do anything you put your mind to!

Adrian: Yay~! I can't wait to throw away my morals, ethics, and standards to make a large sum of lien from people I've never met~!

Mercury: (Sniffles) It's so fulfilling being a role model for young boys. Glad I was able to show you the joys of being a Switch Streamer, ki-

Jaune: WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST HEAR?!

Mercury: ACK! J-Jaune~!

Adrian: Uncle Jaune~!

Jaune: I came to pick my nephew up when I heard he was with YOU of all people! Now tell me, what exactly did I just hear you teaching my nephew?!

Mercury: Nothing, Jaune, I swear! We were just-

Adrian: It's okay, Uncle Jaune! Mr. Mercury was just teaching me how I can make lien by sacrificing my morals and having no respect for your body~!

Jaune: ...WHAT?!

Mercury: H-Hang on! I know that sounds bad, but-

Adrian: Uh-huh, and he told me how he uses his body to get people to give him a lot of lien! I learned so much from him~!

Mercury: KID! PLEASE STOP!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Grips metal bat) I'M TAKING YOUR LEGS AND YOUR LIFE, BLACK!

Mercury: ACK! S-Since when have you had a metal bat?!

Jaune: Since the writer gave it to me!

Mercury: What?!

Jaune: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Mercury: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Adrian: (Watching Jaune beat up Mercury) Huh... Guess you could say Uncle Jaune is really beating Mr. Mercury... BLACK and blue~!

Mercury: OH, BROTHERS, IT HURTS!

#rwby #emerald emuto #mercury black #jaune arc #adrian cotta arc

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blckbarbiedoll · 3 hours

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Million Dollar Baby-Off My Game

CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT (p in v sex, oral fem receiving, kissing, etc.)

July 29, 2019-New Rochelle, New York

"Fix your face." You told your fiancé. "You did good today."

"I almost lost."

"But you didn't. That's all that matters." You kissed his cheek and finished your drink. "You need a shower."

"Wanna join me?"

"You have fun. I'm gonna stay down here and answer some emails."

"Okay. Don't work too hard."

He walked to the elevator and gave you a smirk as the doors closed in front of him. You opened your laptop and scrolled through the countless emails you had gotten in the past few hours.

"A cosmopolitan for you, ma'am." The waiter placed the drink down on the table next to you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't order this."

"It was a gift from that woman over there."

You looked over at her as she smirked and raised her glass. You shook your head and scoffed. You raised your glass back and took a sip. She got up and walked across the empty lobby until she got to you.

"Hi."

"Hi, Tashi."

"Patrick was good today."

"I know he was."

"He buy you that ring?"

"My mom's."

"I'm happy for you."

"No you're not."

"Wow." She chuckled and threw back the rest of her drink.

You followed suit and finished yours. You grabbed your stuff and stood up.

"Thanks for the drink."

"Hey."

"What?"

"Make sure Patrick stays away from Art. I don't need him getting distracted."

"I agree." You sternly said as you pressed the elevator button.

"Good." She stood next to you as the elevator opened. You both stepped in and looked straight ahead. "You look good."

"I know." You smirked slightly. "So do you."

"I know."

You both turned your heads to each other at the same time. She looked at you with a longing that you hadn't seen from her in years.

"Tashi..."

"Don't." She shook her head and looked at the floor.

You placed your hand under her chin and lifted her head up. Her caramel eyes flickered between yours and your lips. You began to pull away but she leaned forward and kissed you. Her soft lips felt like home against yours. But that comfort only lasted for a moment. The doors opened on her floor and you pulled back and caught your breath. She quickly walked out, leaving you alone with an empty feeling in your heart.

🎾SIX DAYS LATER🎾

The first game was almost over and Patrick was leading. You saw Tashi's hand ball up into a tight fist. It took everything you had not to reach over and hold it.

Art missed another hit and shook his head as it passed him.

"Game and first set, Zweig. Zweig leads. One set to love." The umpire announced.

Tashi got up and walked out of the stands. You looked at Patrick who was smirking. Then to Art who looked like a kicked puppy. You wanted to hug him and tell him it would be okay. But you knew it didn't work like that. Not anymore. Just when the set break was over, Tashi came back and sat next to you again. You slipped your shades on so that she wouldn't notice you glancing over at her.

"Time. Second set. Donaldson to serve."

🎾TWELVE YEARS EARLIER🎾

"I wish you were here." You said to Art over the phone as you walked to the plane. "I miss you guys."

"We miss you too."

"I'm gonna come out there as soon as I can."

"Hurry. I need a distraction from my math exam."

"I saw Patrick."

"How is he?"

"Living his dream."

"Yeah, I bet."

"I'm about to get on the plane, but I'll call you when I land."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

You hung up and slipped the phone into your pocket. You handed your luggage to one of the attendants and went up the steps.

"When are you gonna stop messing with that white boy?" Your mother asked as she sat next to you.

"I'm not messing with him. He's my boyfriend and I love him."

"He's a distraction, Ayesha. You've been a little off your game lately."

"I won the fucking open, didn't I? I won the Australian open."

"Yes, you did."

"I'm doing exactly what you wanted from me. I'm carrying on your legacy. So don't tell me I'm off my damn game. I'm on top of the fucking world."

Normally she would've snapped at you for talking to her like that. But right now, she couldn't have been more proud.

🎾

The California sun hit you as soon as you stepped out of the car. You slipped your sunglasses on and grabbed your bag out of the trunk. As you walked through the campus, heads turned in your direction. Even after all these year of people watching you, it was never something you fully got used to.

"Who is it?" Art asked from the other side of the door after you knocked.

"Come find out."

You could hear him jump up out of his bed and rush to open the door. He had on a red t-shirt and some jeans. His curls were loose and messy, just how you liked them.

"You're here."

"I'm here."

He wrapped his arms around you and dragged you into his dorm. It wasn't messy by any means, but it wasn't as neat as you would've liked it to be. His red Stanford cap was sitting on the desk next to an open text book. His racket and tennis shoes were next to the door right by your feet. He had really made it his home.

"I missed you so much." He smiled as he set your bags down on the floor.

"I missed you too." You wrapped your arms around his neck. "I thought about you everyday."

"You did?"

"Mhm." You kissed him softly as his hands traveled to your hips.

He led you to his bed and laid you down while he hovered over you.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered into your neck before he kissed it.

You whimpered as he softly sucked on your neck. His fingers trailed down your body and under your skirt. He softly rubbed your clit over your panties as he continued to mark your neck.

"I need you." You whispered.

"I know, baby. Can I taste you first?"

"Yeah."

You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up. He tossed it onto the floor as you followed suit with your top.

"So fucking gorgeous."

You unclipped your bra and threw it down with the other clothes. His hands immediately went to your breasts. He leaned down to kiss them and he began to lightly suck on your nipple.

"Fuck." You sighed as you raked your fingers through his curls.

You lifted your hips up when he went to pull down your skirt and panties. He lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and kissed the inside of your thighs. He pulled you closer and slowly licked your clit.

"Oh my god." You sighed and grabbed the bedsheets.

He switched between licking and sucking for a few minutes until you pulled him up.

"I need you inside me."

He smiled and pulled his jeans off. He tugged at the waistband of his boxers and threw them on the ground. His smile faltered and he cursed to himself.

"What?"

"I don't have any condoms."

You leaned over the edge of the bed and reached into your bag before pulling out a golden square.

"I picked some up on my way here."

"You're amazing."

He opened it and slowly slid it down his hardened shaft. He leaned down and kissed you lovingly as his hips found yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly slid himself inside you.

"Fuck." He groaned into your neck. He began to move in and out of you at a slow pace.

"Art." You moaned while gripping his shoulders.

"You feel so good, baby."

"Don't stop."

He began to pant as he picked up his pace. One of his hands slid down your body and found your clit. He began to circle it at the same pace of his thrusts.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby." You whispered in his ear.

"Me too." He grunted. "You're so fucking good."

His fingers sped up, causing you to hold his shoulders tighter as you got closer to your orgasm. You could feel him twitching inside you, about to let go.

"Cum with me." You pleaded.

He thrusted into you a few more times before he was releasing into the condom. You joined him soon after, throwing your head back against the pillow and moaning his name.

"Holy shit." He gasped as he pulled out of you and lied down next to you.

You laid on his chest as you both caught your breaths, a light layer of sweat now covering you both.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

🎾

Later that day, you and Art had headed to the court to watch Tashi's match. You wanted to surprise her before the game started, so you snuck into the locker room and hid behind the open locker door. She closed it and jumped when she saw you.

"Hey, stranger."

"Ayesha!" She lunged forward and embraced you. "I can't believe you're here!"

"Believe it!"

"I missed you so much." She held your face in her hands and rubbed your cheeks with her thumbs.

"I missed you too." You placed your hands over hers. "So fucking much. We should do something after the match. Get dinner."

"Yeah, of course."

"Art and Patrick too. I heard he's in town."

"I don't know."

"What happened."

"I'll tell you later. I don't wanna think about him right now."

"Okay. I'll let you go. Good luck out there. Not that you need it."

You gave her a wave before heading back to your seat. Art was texting Patrick when both teams made their way onto the court.

"Is he not coming?" You asked.

"They had a bad fight or something. He seems pissed."

You tried not to worry about it as the match started.

"On court one, Maria Foster from Pepperdine, and from Stanford, Tashi Duncan."

You two clapped with the rest of the crowd as Tashi served. She had always been a ruthless player. But now, it seemed like there was something more fueling her. This anger that drove her to play harder. You were on the edge of your seat when she lunged forward to hit the ball. It seemed like everyone in the audience had the same reaction when it happened. Hundreds of gasps were followed by her painful cry as she fell to the ground.

"Tashi!" You and Art yelled as you ran down the stairs and down onto the court. You kneeled on the ground and lifted her head up to rest it on your knees.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

"I know, I know." You whispered as you wiped her tears. "Just breathe. It's gonna be okay."

You had taken her to the infirmary where they wrapped her knee until they could figure out another form of treatment. You and Art sat on each side of her, holding her hands. Footsteps approached the room and Patrick rushed in.

"Oh my god, Tashi."

"Out!" She yelled at him.

"I'm sorry, Tashi! Listen!"

"Out, Patrick!"

"Listen to me!"

"Patrick, get the fuck out!"

He gave up on trying to defend himself and walked out of the room.

"Let me talk to him." You said as you walked out after him. "Patrick."

"What?"

"What happened with you two?"

"What, she didn't tell you?"

"No."

"I come back after months of not seeing her, all she wants to do is talk about fucking tennis and how I suck at it."

"She's probably just tryna motivate you."

"No, she was being a narcissistic, judgmental, bitch."

"Don't talk about her like that."

"It's true. That's what she is. You're just too busy on her dick to notice." He walked down the hall and out the door.

#million dollar baby #ayesha brown #challengers #fanfic #art donaldson x reader #tashi duncan x reader #patrick zweig x reader

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catmilf4life · 2 days

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☾ gifted cigarettes 𖤓

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

chris sturniolo x fem reader (nameclaim)

nameclaim: aurora

-angst

TW: blood mentioned! (a lot!!), drugs, cigarettes, alcohol (slightly), self harm, overdose, addiction

synopsis: u were the most perfect girl in the world, you didn’t see yourself as that, but chris did.

!not proof read! - sorry for grammatical errors I wrote this really late at night. Am gonna be fixing them before i make a masterlist! dw!

chris’ pov.

I was coming back from work. It was pretty late maybe 9ish? I spent the whole day at the warehouses just going through some merch designs, with my team. I didn’t see Rori, since this morning. Oh, how i missed her.

I missed her touch, how she touches my neck when we kiss, i missed her soft plum lips. In fact i missed everything, she was just so perfect.

I stopped on the red light. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song in the background, tv girl cigarettes out the window was playing. It immediately reminded me of Rori.

she was a heavy smoker. I tried to talk her out of it, but it never worked. After a while I got used to her late night smoking sessions.

She would sit in my window, looking at the street infront of our house.

i would study her silhouette. Sometimes i would join her and smoke too. I never really wanted to get attached tho.

Since me and my brothers hit 21 we still tried to keep our promise and not drink and smoke if it wasn’t necessary.

But well sometimes, life was too hard. Rori got addicted when she was 18 and never stopped since.

She hated herself for it. Or well that’s what she told me.

My mind drifted way back. I came back to reality when I heard a car behind me honk. I look up and see the red light turn green.

I open my door to our house slowly closing them behind me.

“Rori? am home!” i yelled as i waited for an answer. I was so excited to kiss her and hug her until she couldn’t breathe.

“rori?” I yell once again. Where is she? she always texted me when she left the house so i wouldn’t worry.

I come to our living room just looking around. I see her phone on our living room table. I look at it, i see many messages from her friends.

My breath slowly changes rhythm. As i start to panic. I got scared. Where was she.

“rori?! where are you? this is not funny!” i yelled as i tried to stay calm. I go to our bedroom, nothing. I go to our closet, no one in sight. i go to our guest room,bathroom nothing.

I walk all around the house shouting her name hoping she was just playing. I pick up my phone and try to text her friends.

My last option was the main bathroom. The last place where i haven’t looked.

I feel sweat form on my forehead as i slowly walk up to the door. I put my hand on the handle and slowly put pressure on it.

I open the door. My pupils get huge and my eyes get automatically teary at the sight of rori sitting at our cold tiles. She had slits on her palms, hands her arms, everywhere.

I kneel down to her, looking at her lifeless body. “rori, please wake up. Please please don’t leave me.” I hug her body still feeling her heart beating. Tears fall down my face.

“please don’t leave, it’s gonna be fine. It’s going to be alright. Stay with me for a second.” i stuttered as i tried to hold myself together.

“am gonna call an ambulance, and and they are going to help you, i promise.” i sobbed.

Rori fluttered her eyes open. “rori? it’s going to be alright, i promise just stay with me.” “am scared, chris-“ “don’t waste your breath rori. ambulance is on their way.” i sobbed seeing rori slowly fading away.

“I love you chris, I always have, thank you.” Rori mumbled as she coughed. She had dark eye bags and her eyes were more closed than opened.

More tears fell down my cheeks as i couldn’t calm myself down. “i love you too. I always have. Just be here with me, please i need you.” i kissed her forehead as i tried to calm myself down.

I hugged her almost lifeless body as she rested her head on my shoulder. I kissed her beautiful hair. As tears fell down my already red face.

“don’t leave me.” i whispered to myself. “don’t leave me please. I need you here, with me.”

Rori died 1 minute before the ambulance came. I counted it. She died right on my shoulder on the cold bathroom tiles. As i hopelessly begged her to stay with me.

She overdosed herself and then slit her palms. i had so much rage and anger built up in me. How could she leave me here? How could she do it.

After that i promised myself, that i’ll never forget. Never forget about her sweet soul, about her beautiful face and how much i loved to cup her cheeks in my hands. And that i never forget what killed her.

i didn’t enter my apartment since. I didn’t want to remember that disgusting night.

After few weeks of living with my brother Nick I got my shit together and came to conclusion that i should move out.

I came to my old apartment as i was packing up our bedroom i came to the nightstand she used. I opened her drawer to find some weed and cigarettes.

When i saw it i wanted to burn them, I hated that shit. It ruined everything.

I took them out of the drawer and threw them on the bed.

As i came back to the drawer i saw a white envelope right under the place where the weed was.

I take it and slowly turn it around .

To my only real love Chris

i slowly opened the envelope. Inside i found a paper that had something written on it.

dear chris,

If you are reading this, am already dead.

I know it sounds crazy. But just know I will always love you no matter what.

You will always be in my heart. I hope that i will still have a small place in your heart too. I hope you find someone who deserves you. Who loves you as much as i did and even more. I accept that you are mad and angry at me for taking my life this way. Or taking my life at all. You think it was a selfish act. It was my escape. Now am finally free. I hope you’ll never forget about me. I’ll always love you. remember that.

your girlfriend Aurora.

ℒ𝓸𝓿𝒆 𝔂𝓸𝓾

My tears fell onto the white paper as some of the letters smudged from the salt water coming from my eyes. All the memories came rushing in my head. I really was angry at first. But now. It’s all gone. I just want her back, to be here with her.

I take the cigarettes and weed.

I sit on the window she used to sit.I opened her cigarettes pack and put one in my mouth and light it up.

The only thing rori left me was cigarette packs and an addiction.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓

- My first chris fic?!

What are we thinking?

oh! and this is even my first angst! am really excited cuz i never wrote something like this and it just motivated me to write more! love you all peace out

should i do one with matt?

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skywqlkergf · 17 hours

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⠀ dealer!sam monroe x cheerleader!reader

⠀　　⠀　　⠀ worth the fight

⠀　　⠀　　⠀ series masterlist

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ y/d/n = your dad's name

you wake up to the sound of your mother's shrieking, calling for your father and cursing. you flinch as you wake up, sleep clouding your judgement and understanding.

“what? what? why are we yelling?” you stared at your mother waiting to see what she was yelling about. that's when you remember.

you and sam giggled as you entered through your window, falling onto the bed as you did. the mattress squeaked slightly under the pressure of both of your weights.

“sam, shhh. we can't wake up my parents, I'm supposed to be grounded.” you reprimanded him, to which he just smiled at you. he lounged out on your bed and you knew this was his rightful space. your worry essily subsided, it was so easy for it to whenever he was around.

“eh, I'm not worried about it.” he pulled you against him, you slotted between his legs, just sitting against him comfortably.

your face dropped, your mother still yelling and sam sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he looked so sweet, you tried not to think about it too much.

“get him out of my house, get out of my house!" your mom is pointing a finger to sam, and that protective nature of yours starts rising again.

“no.” your face went stale, the sight worried sam a little. you were usually so bubbly when he was around.

“what?” your mom's hand falls by her side, just like the other night, she didn't know the person in front of her.

“i said no. this is my house, too. and he's my guest, so he stays.” you were trying so hard to remain calm, choking on your anger. you would teach the entire town that sam was good if you had to. you'd do anything, if it meant you'd keep him by your side.

“i don't want to cause any issues, i can leave?” sam offered. he was chewing on his lip again, bad habits die hard. the anxiety grew in his chest, as you stood up. ready to go head-to-head with your parents.

“shut up.” you and your mother spoke at the same time with polarizing tones. your voice was soft, it said stay. it said i will fix this. your mother's was cold. it said she would never accept this, it said leave.

sam widened his eyes, and went about fiddling with his hands, phone, anything so not to look st the two of you right now. you hated to have him in all of this, but he was finally yours. you weren't gonna just let him go again.

“i refuse to be some girl begging her parents to let her love some boy.” your tone was almost lethal, and anger that's been building for years. building for your entire life. you were done with being some doll to be manipulated to however someone saw fit.

“however, i will tell you this ; if you do not let me, your reputation will never recover. that is a threat. by the time I'm done, no amount of money will fix the damages.” your arms crossed over your chest. your face going completely neutral, an eyebrow quirked.

fear ran over your mother's face, quickly replaced by her own anger. it is the only thing she's ever cared for. your father and her make good face always.

“i will disown you.” she snarled, disgust washing over her face. sam watched this all unfold, and anxiety rests heavy on his shoulders. this was all his fault. but he'd be a damn liar, if he didn't admit that you looked very hot right now.

“do it.” words left you without thought, your mom looked from you to sam and back. he seemed nice enough, considering she didn't actually know anything about him. she's weighing her options, on whether or not the fight was worth her reputation. was worth her relationship with her daughter.

your dad finally walked into the doorway of your room, “is he that important to you?” he spoke lowly, the words cause your mother to whip around. he'd been listening, waiting to see how it played out. but you're winning.

“the most important person in my life." you answered honestly. anger fading for a moment, love blossoming in your ribcage. if you could see sam's face, you'd see he's shocked. he doesn't know what he ever did to deserve you, but he's fucking grateful for it.

“fine. I don't like it, but I'm not losing my only child because my wife wants to seem perfect." your lips quirked into a downward smile, it was all gonna be okay. just as you always knew it would. he looked sternly down at your mother, clearly also tired of her constant bullshit.

“y/d/n. you can't be serious.” your mom's jaw dropped, tears starting to build. her world was crashing around her.

“deadly. choosing between you and her, I'm picking y/n." your dad spoke. his stance now matching your own, his arms crossed his chest.

sam couldn't help but think this is such a odd situation. never in a million years would he ever assume your dad would stick up for the two of you. his lips quirked up only for a second, before falling back into his natural frown.

“i’m going to work." your mom scoffed, storming off. your dad winked at the two of you, held a small thumbs up.

“i'll deal with her. samuel, you better treat her right or i will make you regret it." he flashed a pearly smile and followed after his wife.

you couldn't help but squeal a little, falling back onto your bed. your head landing in sam’s lap. his fingers coming to comb theough the strands.

“am i really worth all this?” insecurity was clear in his voice, he still smiles at you, softly, it's a little sad. he feels so guilty for causing so much tension with your family.

“more than you could ever know. I'm not losing you ever again. you're stuck with me, sammy.” you were cheesing at him, you can't help it. everything was finally falling into place.

“i wouldn't have it any other way.”

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s4sharkteeth · 6 months

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one out of the three drafts I have left (I thought there was more???)

#taking my pc to the repair shop in two days 😋🤞#was supposed to go much sooner but…yeah #foaming at the mouth I miss my pc saur much #gonna love her so hard when she’s fixed #thecassidystory #simstory #the sims 4 #part two: high school #part two chapter forty two #Morgan Fryes #Ellie Ramires #Wolfgang Munch #Haylee Delaney #Hayley Rocker #Journey Cassidy #Emma Delaney #Charlie Gilmore #Pierce Cassidy #Caiphus Penn

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cats-in-the-clouds · 14 days

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my sister got engaged and we’re all really happy for her but my bitter rain cloud of a dad (who naturally she told last) is giving her a bit of passive aggressive grief about it despite her boyfriend being like the best man of our generation (presumably either because he’s not catholic or because my dad sees them as young dumb unemployed people who aren’t ready for marriage or because he’s mad he barely has any real love with his own wife or something). so like pray for us? i wish i knew what to do

#if my dad had any brain cells or observational skills whatsoever #he’d realize that in terms of our faith the problem is not the boyfriend. that guy is brilliant and open minded and would probably ace RCIA #the problem is my sister. who is catholic in name but it’s clear to me how hard she’s fallen away from the faith #but like my dad has created such a bitter home environment we never have meaningful conversations with him #so like he doesn’t know *anything* about our inner lives #all he sees is labels. all he judges people by is labels #literally you can still get married in the church to a non catholic it’s just a matter of expecting them to convert eventually #and promising to still live according to the principles of the church and raising your children as such #but my parents are absolute fools if they think that’s the issue. if my sister was true in her faith her bf would have converted already #i am sure of it. the guy is smart he just needs to be guided the right way #evidently my parents don’t realize that about him either #if my dad could become a decent parent for once and stop trying to drive his kids away from the faith by only cherrypicking the parts of it #that intersected with republican/conservative boomerisms #ugh. if he was a virtuous father she’d be a virtuous daughter and therefore all her friends and loved ones would be virtuous as well #should i blame my dad for all our family problems? no.. not rightfully……#but like. the impact a father has on one’s life cannot be understated #ugh i’ve had the sense for a while that God wants me to be the one to fix this family #because looking around it doesn’t look like anyone else is gonna do it #but that’s such a daunting task… especially alone… i don’t have any true friends (ie who share both my faith and life experiences)#and like. it’s really hard to try to assume the role of a teacher or counselor when someone is older than you #or uh. in a position of direct power over you for that matter. esp when clearly deeply mentally ill #the concept of trying to essentially parent my own parent while i myself am miserable and unstable #esp when he is the primary cause of that #just. ughhhhh it’s such a vicious circle #like i’ll do this if i have to i’ll undertake that daunting mission but i have to be so careful and really sort myself out first #or for that matter if i were to volunteer to like. catechize my sister’s boyfriend (heaven knows she couldn’t do it)#i’d have to really study my stuff bc i think the intellect is the only real appeal here #like i said tho his conversion can probably never really happen as long as my sister remains the way she is #what i know is that the first step is fixing myself. i have to be a pillar of virtue if i wanna stand as any sort of authority on the faith #problem is i suck and shouldn’t be regarded as a role model for anything. i have the knowledge down but that alone won’t fix me

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atticrissfinch · 20 days

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Alright with a Slow Burn | (joel miller x reader) (18+)

A Bonus Meet Me in the Back Oneshot

[Moodboard for aesthetic purposes only]

pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: Just a casual cockwarming competition on a weekend afternoon. warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (no specifics), size!kink, daddy!kink, degradation!kink, cockwarming, unprotected piv, creampie, assplay, clothes-ripping, brief spitting, v brief over-the-pants footjob action ig, bad casino metaphors, some friendly competition with stakes <3, Olivia Benson appearance, random fluffy moments??? word count: ~5.4K | ao3 a/n: surprise! a dirty little oneshot for you. this takes place a while after part 6, probably a couple months post. title is from Slow Burn by Kacey Musgraves which feels very fitting for them.

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You love when Joel has a weekend night off of work. Your schedules are so misaligned, you often find yourselves stealing frantic early evenings together between your workday ending and his beginning.

The more you’ve taken Joel inside you the more your body molds to him — craves him on the daily. He still takes your breath away each time he enters you, and he still swears up and down about how tight you are every goddamn time. It’s symbiosis at its finest as far as you’re concerned. A mutually beneficial, delicious destruction of your respective selves at the hands of the other.

You fuck and you chill. You chill then you fuck. It’s a lazy cycle, but it works.

Right now you’re relaxing, Joel sitting on the couch and you lounging with your legs draped over his lap. Olivia Benson is solving especially heinous crimes on Joel’s crappy television, filling the leisurely silence of the trailer with a marathon of your shared comfort show. Joel had slept until 2 PM, as is his standard. You’d found yourself at his door as soon as he was once again alive to the world. There’s something about you appearing on his doorstep in fully done face, hair, and dress with him scruffy and bleary-eyed in nothing but joggers that sets your heart alight.

You like him simple, uncomplicated. You bring enough complications of your own. He’s a welcome reprieve with unceasingly open arms and a predictably hard cock. There’s not much more you could ask for.

Joel rubs circles into your ankle with his thumb, occasionally slipping down to the sole of your foot to apply pressure to the arch. Quiet moans of approval creep out of you at the treatment, and you can feel Joel responding to your sounds against your lower leg.

“Hi there,” you giggle, pressing the side of your calf into the initial stages of his bulge.

Joel’s grin gives way to a shallow grunt at the friction, and he clasps a hand around your ankle.

“Better be careful. Snake’s gonna start rattlin’.”

“Well, they don’t call me the snake charmer for nothing,” you joke, sliding your leg over his crotch again.

Joel snorts, quirking his brow. “They call you that, do they?”

“Yes they do,” you assert, nodding resolutely. “I get yours dancing easily enough.”

Joel exhales a laugh through his nose and squeezes your ankle. “Someone’s gettin’ a little big for her britches, ain’t she?”

“I’m not the one bursting the seams of my pants right now,” you retort, a smile playing on your lips.

Joel clears his throat and readjusts his seat, nonchalantly fixing his dick inside his joggers. “Don’t know what you’re jawin’ on about. I am one hundred percent unaffected by those sexy little moans of yours.”

“Oh yeah?” You challenge with a smirk, entirely unconvinced. You bend your leg and inch your foot back slowly, placing it directly onto his growing erection. The arch of your foot starts to massage him gently and Joel’s eyes drift closed for a mere moment before he snaps them back open.

“Yup,” Joel responds matter-of-factly, while noticeably avoiding your eyes.

“Mmm,” you hum, nodding and feeling Joel harden rapidly under your dedicated ministrations. “You, the same man who has never seen me and not popped a boner at some point during the interaction?”

“Don’t know who you're talkin' about,” Joel dismisses, attention honed in on the screen in front of him, but you can see the corner of his mouth fluctuating and his fist clenching at his side.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as your grin broadens. “Daddy?”

“Mmm?” Joel answers, like he’s afraid if he opens his mouth again, his whole cover will be blown and a much more vulgar sound will escape.

“You’re hard as a rock right now.”

Joel finally glances down at his crotch and swears. “Fine. You got me. You happy?”

“I will be soon,” you say with a shit-eating grin adorning your face.

Joel rolls his eyes and tugs at your arm, hauling you up onto his lap. “Come here, you little temptress.”

You giggle, swinging a leg over his and sitting on top of his undeniable arousal and grabbing onto the back of the couch. Joel’s smile matches yours now, eyes going hooded as he revels in having you in his lap once again — where you’re pretty sure he would like you to be at all times.

You dip your head down, stopping just short of your lips becoming one, and whisper, “This position familiar enough for you, big boy?”

Joel’s expression crumbles, a defeated moan pushing out his throat before he’s closing the distance with gusto, clutching the back of your head and burying his fingers in your hair as his tongue intertwines with yours.

You sigh into his mouth with a pleasurable sound of your own and begin rocking your hips down onto his straining cock. “Turn the TV off,” you utter against his lips. “Feels weird to fuck with this show in the background.”

The breath from Joel’s laugh puffs over your face as he snatches up the remote and hits the power button. The room goes quiet, save for the sound of your increased breathing and a barking dog outside. Joel’s hands run over the sides of your calves and the tops of your thighs until he reaches the hem of your sundress. Joel already knows what he’ll find underneath, but he moves it up glacially, building the tension rising in your bones.

“Lean back on your hands,” Joel instructs with soft authority.

You plant your palms solidly on the coffee table close behind you and lean back as your dress rucks up along with Joel’s upward movements. When the skirt hem meets your hips and reveals your lack of panties, Joel exhales heavily out his nose and shakes his head incredulously. “Perfect every time.”

You spread your knees further apart on either side of him and bait him with, “So make it not so perfect.”

“Not possible,” Joel mutters reverently, sliding a thumb between your glistening lips and stroking up from your dripping entrance to your throbbing clit. “Perfect now, different kinda perfect when she’s full o’me.”

“Joel, that is so…filthily sweet,” you admit, your voice pitching higher as his thumb makes another pass up the line of your cunt.

“Ain’t never wanna be nothin’ but that with you, sugarplum,” Joel replies huskily, spreading your outer lips with his middle and pointer fingers as he deftly works his cock out from his pants, tucking the elastic band under his balls. His length slaps weightily against his bare stomach and your pussy pulses in response.

Joel’s mouth shift for a moment, his cheeks concaving slightly, and then he reaffirms the spread of your lips and spits down onto your already dripping pussy.

You moan at the gesture and roll your hips onto Joel’s fingers as he rubs his saliva around your lips and pushes it into your waiting hole. “Put your cock in me, daddy.”

“So excited for him,” Joel chuckles lightly, but slides a supportive arm around your back for you to push yourself upright and fully into his lap again.

A gasp leaves you as your bare pussy descends on the underside of his exposed cock for the first time today and adds pressure to your clit. You allow yourself to grind on him a few times as you press your lips to his ear and say, “I’m gonna drop it down on you so good, daddy. I know how much you love this pussy.”

“I do love this pussy,” Joel sighs, his hands gripping your hips as you grind, “But I’ve got a little idea for you.”

“An idea?” You ask breathily.

“A little wager.”

Your hips still in his lap and you rear back to take in his expression. He’s got a mischievous look on his face as his thumbs stroke at the tops of your thighs.

“What kind of wager?” You ask skeptically.

“If I win, I get something I want. If you win, you get something you want.”

You furrow your brows at him. “You’re putting your cock in me. We both win in that scenario.”

“And what if I just put my cock in you? And I don’t do nothin’ else?”

“Like you’re not gonna move?” You ask, perplexed.

“That’s right.”

“So how do you win?”

“First person to give in. To start beggin’. To start movin’.”

“And you really think I can’t handle that?”

“Oh, baby, I know you can’t handle that.”

You scrunch your face up at him. “Rude.”

“Now, now, you said it yourself. I’m about to put my big fat daddy meat inside you. That don’t sound rude to me,” he chides, gripping his cock with his hand and stroking it to maintain his erection as you work through his proposition.

You roll your eyes. “Ok. What are the stakes?”

“What do you want, baby?”

You mull over a few ideas in your brain, humming thoughtfully as you parse through them, until you arrive on one. “You have to go to see Les Mis with me when it comes to town next month.”

Joel’s nose crinkles immediately. “Ain’t that the one where all those sad people singin’ and cryin’ about bein’ sad for five hours?”

“Three hours. You’ll survive. And I’ll let you fuck me to tears afterward if that’ll make you feel better.”

“Deal,” Joel whips out immediately, and you laugh at his haste.

“Ok. What do you want?”

And Joel is already locked and loaded with his answer. “You let me fuck your pretty, puckered backdoor.”

“Joel,” you groan, elongating the vowels in dreadful hesitance.

“Within the next two months,” Joel negotiates, cupping your face with his palm. “I’ll give you time. We’ll prep you real good before we do it. I just need to shove my cock into that juicy forbidden fruit at least once, babygirl. I gotta. Please let me.”

You know how badly he wants this. You’ve known he’s wanted it for a long time. But he’s just so huge. You have no idea how you’re going to fit him, and you mean that so honestly. But people do it, right? He’s done it with other women. He’s told you about them. It’s possible.

And shit. You are curious. You want to see if you could take it.

You sigh and say, “Two months. Lots of prep. And I can say to stop at any time.”

“Of course, baby.”

“Ok,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Deal.”

Joel’s eyes brighten with heartbreaking earnesty, a smile breaking across his face. “Really? Deal?”

“Don’t ask me again,” you advise sternly. “I said deal. Put your cock inside me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Joel replies hurriedly, giddily, guiding your hips up and positioning his cock at the entrance of your cunt. “Make it count, baby. Ain’t gonna feel me rubbin’ on them pussy walls again for a long time if I got anything to say about it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you taunt, taking just the head of him inside you as you drag out the descent. “I know how you get when you’re buried inside me.”

“And how am I?” Joel banters back, his hands flexing on your hips as you sink down another inch.

A lazy smile cracks across your face as you poise your lips at his ear again. “Rutting into me like a mangy mutt until you get your nut out. Like your only purpose in life is to breed me like your bitch.”

Joel grunts at your words, his fingers digging into your flesh as you continue to slide down onto him. “So we’re playin’ dirty, are we?”

You laugh softly in his ear and say, “Don’t remember us ever playing any other way, daddy.” You give a sharp nip to his earlobe and hear him moan.

“Such a naughty fuckin’ girl,” Joel purrs, slipping a hand up your torso and between your tits until he’s cupping your neck delicately. No pressure, just a reassurance of his presence and a daring power move. You hum into the crook of his neck as you finally bottom out, your ass flush with his thighs and the tip of his cock nestled as deep as he can reach in this position.

Joel’s hand glides from your throat to your jaw and guides your face back up to his, his nose nudging yours as he says, “Let the games begin, baby.”

Your mouths fall into each other so naturally like this now, Joel always searching for your lips when he’s breaking you apart, like that will hold your pieces together. When the kisses grow deeper, you have to police your own movements carefully, resisting the urge to roll down onto him as the passion ramps up between you.

Coming up for air is bittersweet, knowing you can’t compensate for the loss of contact with renewed vigor in your hips. You gasp when you feel Joel’s cock flex inside you.

“That’s not allowed,” you whine, leaning your forehead against his and tucking your fingers into the hair at the back of his head as he smirks at his little loophole.

“Ain’t grindin’, ain’t movin’. Not against the rules.”

“You’re making shit up.”

“Am not.”

You groan a little as he flexes again, racking your brain for an idea until you come up with your own sweet revenge. Silently thanking your kegel exercises, you focus your muscles to contract around his cock in retaliation.

Joel groans in response, his head falling back against the top of the couch. “Fuck me, you little devil. That’s so fuckin’ not fair.”

“All’s fair in love, war, and sex wagers,” you tease, squeezing around him again just to hear him grunt again.

“Well, I’m callin’ a truce then,'' Joel says, nipping at your bottom lip. “I don’t move him, you don’t squeeze her.”

“Fine. Truce accepted.”

“Good girl.”

You hum and capture his lips again, sighing as he eagerly melts into you once more. Your pussy feels full, in a sensation that is both incredibly frustrating and oddly satisfying. You’ve longed for a simplified scenario of this for a while — to just exist with his cock stretching you open until your pussy doesn’t remember how it’s ever felt any other way. For time to pass and your bodies to remain as one. For him to take root inside you, cast out tendrils that affix to your walls and imprint their memory in the plush welcome of your cunt. This ever-present, almost anxious instinct to entreat your body to remember him and how he makes you feel.

This wasn’t exactly how you imagined it happening, a silly competitive sex game, but you’ll take it. This route seems much more organically Joel than anything else would anyway.

Your lips part from each other again and you rest your head on his shoulder, a sneaking suspicion that the two of you will be in this for the long haul. Joel’s hands slip under your dress and up your back, thumbs grazing back and forth at the sides of your tits.

“‘S kinda nice,” Joel mutters into your hair.

“It is. Unexpected side effect of our competitiveness, I guess,” you reply, words slightly warped by your cheek smushed against his shoulder. “Better not go soft on me, old man.”

“Can’t help it. You make me a little soft,” he says, a bit of solemnity in his voice.

You feel your heart flip over in your chest for a moment at his words. “Oh. I—I mean. I meant something much less appropriate than that, but…”

Joel expels a brief laugh and shifts his thumbs to your nipples, fussing with them as they harden under his attention. “I think you know, little sugarplum, that you’ve made me hard in the cock and soft in the heart for a hot minute now.”

“Shut up,” you mumble bashfully, but you close in and place a kiss onto the side of his neck. “Say something dirty, please. You’re actually going to go soft at this rate.”

Joel laughs again and tweaks your nipples between his fingers, making you squeak quietly in cheery arousal.

“You wanna know my favorite part of tearin’ up this tiny slit?”

Your giggle mingles with a moan as he shifts tone so effortlessly at your behest, but indulge him. “What, daddy?”

Joel’s hands skip down to the creases of your hip and thigh, rough fingertips running over the divots in your skin where you’ve sat on him for what feels like ages. “When I fuck into you just right and I feel your tight little snatch clamp down on my cock. Jesus.”

You whimper into his neck, actively fighting your body’s need to grind on him, ride him until he loses control and spills inside you.

Joel groans himself as he recounts his memories of you and him together. “Or when I’m hittin’ it so deep you can’t say a goddamn thing. No fuckin words, no slutty little sounds. Just braindead on my fuckin’ pussy pounder like the dick-drunk cumslut you are.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you whine against him, nails biting into the back of his neck as your hips scream at you to move. “You can’t say shit like that to me and not…”

“Not what, baby? Do some pussy pounding? You want Daddy Joel to treat you like a whore, sugarplum? He ain’t do that enough? He too nice to you?”

You moan as you feel wetness flowing out around Joel’s cock at his words. Joel really is usually so nice to you with only a few exceptions. He’s dirty and filthy, but he’s become annoyingly respectful to a degree. “I want you to treat me like a whore, daddy.”

“Poor baby,” Joel placates, raking his nails lightly over the tops of your exposed thighs until you shiver. “Better watch what you’re wishin’ for. Your resolve's lookin’ a bit shaky. And you wouldn’t wanna lose, would you?”

One of Joel’s hands drifts behind you, dipping a finger down between your cheeks and ghosting directly over the site of his potential earnings if you don’t pull your shit together.

You swear quietly and regroup, taking a deep breath. “Not a fucking chance, old man.”

Joel chuckles tauntingly, gripping your asscheek in his hand before relinquishing you and settling his hands back at your hips.

“Can you put on the TV or something so I can distract myself?” You whine, placing your hands on his chest.

Joel puts on a mocking pout and says, “Aww, you need a distraction from daddy’s cock filling you up? Are you daddy’s little bunny rabbit? Just need to bounce, bounce, bounce?”

“Fuck you,” you grumble, burying your face in his neck again. “How is this so fucking easy for you?”

“Who said it’s easy for me?”

“You’re just acting so breezy about this.”

“I still got it up, ain’t I?”

He is still rock hard. You can assess that with no trouble. You’re filled to the brim with him, and you imagine that his precome is coating the entrance of your cervix with how perfectly he’s made his home there.

“Yeah, very much so,” you admit.

Joel’s thumb strokes over your cheek delicately. “Believe me. As long as I’m hard, stayin’ still inside you ain’t gonna be easy for me. My goddamn brain is programmed to bust your fuckin’ walls down.”

“And you do it so well,” you coo, snaking your hand down between the two of you and slotting it into the small opening between your converging hips until your fingers are in reach of his ballsack.

The moment your fingers graze against the sensitive skin, Joel releases a helpless sound. “Oh, sugar, you can’t—” His words are cut off with a deep moan as your hand lightly contracts around his balls.

“Ain’t grindin’, ain’t movin’,” you imitate poorly back at him, cupping his sack and softly massaging the skin between them as he bites his lip and groans at your devious discovery.

“When I win, that little cock box ain’t gonna know what hit it when I’m done with you, little girl. And that asshole’s gonna be puckerin’ in fear knowin’ I’m gonna ream it out just as hard when the time comes,” Joel threatens, the severity of his words significantly weakened by the pitiful desperation in his voice.

“Big talk for a man I’ve got by the balls right now,” you deride with an impish grin, kneading the rounded pair of flesh in your palm, dutifully enough that it makes him keen. You feel the head of his cock twitch against your insides, and you’re fairly certain it was unintentional on his part. “Daddy’s getting a little excited in there, isn’t he?”

“Smug little shit,” he retorts, inhaling deeply through his nose to ground himself while in your clutches. Too lost in the amusement you’ve found in toying with Joel’s testicles, you nearly jerk up on his cock when you feel a spit-slick finger prodding at your unoccupied hole. “Still feelin’ smug?”

“Joel, don’t that’s—ohh,” your words trail off in a moan and your hand stalls below his cock when the tip of Joel’s finger pushes past the ring of muscle to the first knuckle.

“Said we were playin’ dirty,” Joel says huskily, wriggling his encased fingertip in a coaxing circle around the rim of your asshole from inside, pulling a whimper from you. “Figured I’d play where my whore is dirtiest.”

“That’s fucked up,” you argue breathily as his finger pops languidly in and out of your clenching hole. You give a slightly tighter squeeze to Joel’s ballsack and feel his cock twitch again. “You can’t pilfer through the goods before you’ve won. I should make you sit through my shitty rendition of I Dreamed a Dream if that’s how you’re gonna play.”

“Sing your heart out, little songbird. Ain’t gonna get you any closer to winnin’,” Joel says, voice straining against the pleasure you’re driving with your dexterous hold on him.

You whine as your body wrestles with being penetrated in two holes at once by Joel, your clit throbbing at the delicious noises Joel is making at your hands-on treatment, and you feel your determination dwindling by the second. You have no idea how long Joel has until he breaks, and your brain and body are screaming at you to allow this man to do what he does best and let him rearrange your guts with unbridled ferocity.

You know you could convince him to go to Les Mis with you regardless.

And you‘ve been planning on gifting him anal soon anyway. But he doesn’t need to know that. You can let him think he won it from you.

You don’t give a shit about the competition anymore.

You just need to get dicked down.

So you finally blow the whistle, wave the white flag with a, “Fuck it,” and smash your lips against his, ratcheting your hips back and forth like a snapped rubber band.

Joel’s reactionary groan is loud and raspy as his fingers sink into the meat of your ass, hauling you with impassioned movements to assist in your primal need to make up for lost time.

“Fucking finally,” he growls into your mouth, starting to lift your hips and pull you back down onto his length as you moan like a shameless whore at the friction. “‘Boutta make you the sorest fuckin’ loser this side o’the Miss’ssippi, sweetheart.”

“Do it,” you cry out, pressing your foreheads together as your fingers tug at the hair on the nape of his neck and you begin to bounce on his cock with all the tenacity you brought to your stupid competition. “Fucking destroy me, daddy.”

You feel like your cervix is bruising from each punch of his cock inside you, from the way he’s yanking you down on him while fucking up into you with a deafening grunt on every thrust. He gives a final, punishing thrust before pulling you off his cock entirely and nudging you back.

“Get on the fuckin’ floor. On your back.”

You narrowly miss smacking your head on the coffee table in your haste, scrambling down to the carpet and falling onto your back for him. Joel loses his sweats in no time flat, swiping them across his sweat-dappled forehead and tossing them to the side before kneeling between your spread legs.

Joel’s fists clench around the rounded neck of your sundress as he looks you dead in the eye. “You love this dress?”

You swallow and shake your head vigorously. Even if you did, you didn’t give a single fuck in this moment what happened to it. Which is fortuitous, because Joel rasps out a single low grunt and the cotton dress tears like tissue paper at his hands. He rips it right down the center, collar to hem, the straps over your shoulders the only fabric keeping it attached to your body. But Joel, having revealed precisely what he wanted, doesn’t bother with further destruction.

He just takes a few moments to drag his eyes up and down your now fully exposed body, nipples peaked and hard, pussy spread, stretched, and drenched, and your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath for the brief, heavy few seconds you’re sharing before he pounds you into oblivion.

You remember the last time he ripped clothing of yours. That very first time in the backroom when he wrenched your panties clean off your bottom half to give himself unfettered access to your enticing offer. It feels appropriate that the second time he wrecks your wardrobe is to once again lay claim to his spoils.

You love feeling conquered by him. Vanquished.

There really wasn’t much of a point in you winning. He’d won a long time ago. The moment he sunk into you the first time. You were done for.

Joel corrals your legs onto his shoulders, folding you in half as a balancing hand appears next to your head on the shag carpet and the other guides his cock to your waiting heat.

He notches at your opening and looks down at you, halting there. “Tell daddy he won.”

You whimper at the tease of his thick, slickened head at your hole, but concede with no ambiguity, “You won, daddy.”

Your mouth falls open in a breathy gasp as he splits you open around him again, pressing back in to the hilt with no resistance. The hair at Joel’s base prickles at your folds, dampening them with your accumulated wetness. His hands bracket your head as he drops down to steal a sloppy kiss from your lips, sucking your blatant arousal off your tongue.

“Daddy’s gonna enjoy your little slot machine, baby. Heard she’s as loose as a fuckin’ whore in Vegas.”

“She feel loose to you?” You counter, squeezing around his cock again, now that you’re free to do so.

Joel groans, retracting his hips inch by inch, pausing with a smirk to say, “Sure feels like a jackpot to me,” before plunging back inside you.

He hits so different from this angle, and you never seem to remember just how much until he dives in. You feel winded on the first thrust, but it’s an addictive sort of high. It’s like he’s got a hand around your throat, commanding your breath with his strokes, but, as disgusting as it is, the only hold he has on you in this moment is your heart.

Maybe you’re “dickmatized” as your friends say, but you can’t help but think that with a cock like his, it’s so easy to fall for this man. And then he follows it up with attentiveness and affection, and it feels like a fucking rabbit hole you’re tumbling down. Only he has ever been able to steal your breath with his dick, and then steal it again with his sincerity, just to breathe you back to life when you see him again.

It’s terrifying and exhilarating, two sides of the same coin that seems to be spinning indefinitely. Part of you wishes Joel would catch it, flip it onto the back of his hand, and reveal the result for you. But he would never do that on your behalf. So you just let it spin.

The buildup has Joel relentless in his mission to show you just why you lost to him, and what you were missing by thinking you could win. Although, you have a sneaking suspicion that he fabricated this entire game to all but guarantee his chances at exploring your “forbidden fruit” as he’d called it. You can’t fault him for that. The man is clever.

The noises falling from your lips are unfiltered and raw. You couldn’t restrain them if you tried. Joel’s cock is mind-numbingly agonizing, slamming into you with undeniable intent to demolish you. You’re vaguely aware of the scrape of Joel’s flesh under your fingernails as they rake for purchase on his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Joel is definitely babbling to you, but with all the noise in your brain it’s fragmented as it meets your ears.

“…pussy’s so…chokin’…big cock…lucky girl…rolled daddy’s snake eye, didn’t ya…”

Your eyes are rolling around in your skull as he hammers into the end of you with unfathomable stamina. Joel offers what you sense are filthy encouragements as your pussy welcomes the onslaught and your sounds begin to fail you, exactly as he said happens when he’s fucking you just right. Your mouth lies open with nothing to fill it, even your own vocalizations.

You can feel two rough fingers on your clit, but it’s blurred on the edges of your mind. Your brain doesn’t comprehend it, but your body does, because you can feel it seizing, clenching in preparation for the inevitable release. And release it does, your back arching off the ground, forcing the last remnants of sound from your throat in a final, high-pitch whimper as your vision flashes white and your hearing goes staticky.

You think you hear a telling groan from Joel indicating his own completion, but it gets lost in the haze. Your body comes back to you in gradual sections. You feel your fingers first, still earthed in Joel’s back like they were dead-set on drawing blood — which they may well have done. Then up your arms and down your abdomen, where you soon recognize the press of Joel’s face in your neck and his hot, panting breath over your skin. The sensation in your feet trickles back to you and you pinpoint them locked in a vice grip around Joel with your heels still digging into his ass like the masochist you’ve spectated yourself becoming since you met Joel.

You find your voice again, and it feels like sandpaper, but you’re compelled to ask, “Wait, did you already come?”

Joel breathes a laugh into your neck. “Like Jesus Christ himself, sweetheart.”

“No, I missed it,” you groan, dragging out the first word in disappointment.

“‘S alright, baby,” Joel consoles, stroking down your hip soothingly. “There’ll be a million more where that came from if I got anythin’ to say about it.”

You flex your pelvic muscles to suss out the situation down there. It feels empty, evidence of the gaping absence of him. You clench, and your pussy might as well be crying. To be refilled, to be left alone. To lick its own wounds, to have more inflicted before you even bother. And then there’s the drip of him from inside you, a crude balm to the aching gash between your legs. The only remedy that you think—that you hope—you’ll ever need with him.

Your orgasm had clearly taken you out of commission for a few minutes, because Joel’s cock already lies completely flaccid against your stomach, rung dry by the iron grip of your cunt. Joel’s lips find yours and it’s messy and perfect. Like an ardent forgiveness for your self-imposed sin of not witnessing his achieved euphoria. It’s healing precisely where you need it to heal.

“You’re fucking incredible,” you sigh, your limbs going limp around him, sliding off to land where feels natural. One of those places happens to be your hand intertwining with his.

Joel’s grin presses into your neck as he plants a kiss there. He slips his free hand around the curve of your ass, fingers dipping into the split of your cheeks in a cruel foreshadow, chuckling as he says, “Hope you’re still sayin’ that when I cash in my chips.”

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café de paris | max verstappen

face claim: none ᡣ𐭩

request: here !

a/n: all french / dutch is google translated blame them if it's wrong! race order is completely random here !

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📍café de paris, monaco

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y/nstagram me 🤝 café de paris

bffstagram bro those croissants look Fire ↳ y/nstagram my main source of sustenance in these hard monaco streets!

friend1 i have yet to see evidence of you shaking ass on a yacht miss y/n!! ↳ bffstagram so real... we're meant to be living vicariously through you!!! ↳ y/nstagram student finance doesn't stretch to yacht ass shaking, i can barely afford my daily caffeine fix 😭

friend2 oui oui hon baguette how is france? ↳ y/nstagram never let a monagesque hear you say that,,, bro i can't fight ↳ friend2 🫡 ... how is monaco?* ↳ y/nstagram 🫡 it's good!! def happy i chose here over france, even if my wallet doesn't agree 😭 ↳ friend2 we feeling fluent yet? ↳ y/nstagram oh god no, the other day this poor old lady tried explaining how to find the art museum to me and i just stared at her like 😶

friend3 spotted any f1 hotties yet? i hear they all camp out in monaco 👀 ↳ y/nstagram considering i have never watched a Single f1 race i couldn't tell you HAHAH i'm sure they're around here somewhere though ↳ friend3 dude i told you to brush up on f1 😭 how am i supposed to come visit you and have a meet cute with mr lando norris if you don't do your RESEARCH ↳ y/nstagram damn i see how it is,,, using me to get to your vroom vroom men,,,

3 weeks later

📍café de paris, monaco

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y/nstagram finally found someone else to join my café de paris obsession 🥐

bffstagram next bff sweetie run while you can... ↳ y/nstagram stop scaring the pretty bitches off damn 😔 ↳ alexandrasaintmleux bffstagram she won't let me leave 😭 ↳ y/nstagram i deserve better friends ↳ bffstagram you couldn't live without us xx ♥️ y/nstagram

alexandrasaintmleux la prochaine fois, nous irons au casino ! (next time, we go to the casino!) ↳ y/nstagram finance étudiante a dit non (student finance said no) ↳ alexandrasaintmleux 😔 s'il tu plait... pour moi? 🥺 (please... for me?) ↳ y/nstagram pray for my wallet guys...

friend3 wdym you just casually befriended The Alexandra Saint Mleux??? ↳ y/nstagram i thought her skirt was pretty and had no idea she was like famous 😭 then we just kept running into each other !! ↳ friend3 i need to fly out to monaco damn you can't even see her in the pic but ik she looked So pretty... ↳ alexandrasaintmleux i like your friends y/n :p ↳ y/nstagram just wait til you see them drunk,,,

📍 jimmy'z, monaco

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y/nstagram started the night in a night club and ended on a yacht,,, just monaco things (apparently) 🛥️

friend3 y/n if you don't answer my texts RIGHT NOW !!!! ↳ y/nstagram 😉 any reason ml? ↳ friend3 i'm gonna swim to monaco and bite chunks out of your ankles what the FUCK ??? when were you gonna tell me you were just casually hanging with [REDACTED] ↳ landonorris i'm guessing i'm redacted? 😎 ↳ friend3 i need to go lie down ↳ y/nstagram landonorris dude 😭 ↳ landonorris was it something i said? 😉

alexandrasaintmleux meilleure amie 💗 (best friend) ↳ y/nstagram merci de m'avoir invitée ! je t'aime ! (thank you for inviting me! love you!)

maxverstappen1 was lovely meeting you last night schat x ↳ y/nstagram you too max! don't forget to send me those pics of the kids! x ↳ bffstagram kids? ↳ y/nstagram his cats! jimmy and sassy! 🐱❤️🐱 ↳ bffstagram your knack for finding cat people never fails to impress me ♥️ y/nstagram

danielricciardo dude my liver actually hurts... ↳ y/nstagram hey you're the one who suggested a drinking contest ↳ danielricciardo yeah because i normally WIN you freak ↳ y/nstagram i'm a broke uni student, my drink of choice is normally vodka so cheap it's legally paint stripper

georgerussell63 carmen's phone died but she said to remind you about brunch today ↳ y/nstagram on it!! alex is gonna come round and bring me 😊

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y/nstagram met some VIC's (very important cats) today! 🐱 also f's in chat for my café de paris 😔

bffstagram f ↳ danielricciardo f ↳ georgerussell63 f ↳ landonorris f ↳ carmenmmundt f ↳ alexandrasaintmleux f ↳ maxverstappen1 f

friend3 babies!! the second pic oh i could cry ↳ y/nstagram she slept there for like 3 hours 😭 managed to actually sit through a whole gp though so a wins a win! ↳ friend3 y/n watching f1?? who is she?? ↳ y/nstagram their dad forced me 💔 ↳ maxverstappen1 um who cheered so loud when i won that she woke poor sassy up?? ↳ y/nstagram 🤐

charles_leclerc i didn't know café de paris do takeout? ↳ maxverstappen1 they do if you're me :) ↳ y/nstagram the only reason i'm considering keeping him around 😉 ↳ alexandrasaintmleux charles_leclerc and why have you never used your influence to get ME takeout café de paris "prince of monaco" ↳ charles_leclerc look what you've done... y/nstagram ♥️ y/nstagram

fan they're definitely max's cats but who is she? ↳ fan she knows alexandra so maybe they're in the same friendship group??

3 months later

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y/nstagram working hard or hardly working 🌸

alexandrasaintmleux quand avez-vous passé votre examen ? (when's your exam?) ↳ y/nstagram lundi prochain,,, mon ami du café me manque 😔 (next monday,,, missing my cafe friend) ↳ alexandrasaintmleux nous fêterons cela quand tu auras terminé 💗 (we'll celebrate when you're finished)

bffstagram the red bulls... i wait 3 years white man does it in one week ♥️ maxverstappen1 ↳ y/nstagram hey! made him wait at least 2 months :p

friend3 the f1 book.. one of us one of us!! ↳ y/nstagram apparently i can't keep saying "the one with the red cow on it" when talking about his car,,, ↳ maxverstappen1 its a bull... literally a red bull... ↳ y/nstagram blah blah blah it's red and goes moo ↳ maxverstappen1 everyday i wake up to such disrespect ↳ charles_leclerc i'm just glad someone's keeping your ego in check ♥️ y/nstagram

friend1 when are you coming back to england :( ↳ y/nstagram i'm hoping to come visit next month! ↳ maxverstappen1 about that...

📍 jeddah, saudi arabia

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maxverstappen1 First P1 of the season at the first race! Always grateful to stand on that top podium, especially today 🙂

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fan sorry WHO is that in the third pic????

fan bro soft launching on a race win post...

y/nstagram trots op jou ❤️ proud of you ♥️ maxverstappen1 ↳ fan 🤨

fan did you guys see the way his girl jumped the fence to get to him after he won? relationship goals fr

schecoperez another red bull 1-2! 💪 ↳ maxverstappen1 you gave me a run for my money at the end there old man! ↳ schecoperez less of the old thank you

redbullracing rue when was this ↳ fan admin finding out about max's relationship at the same time as us is so on brand ↳ redbullracing and here i thought we were besties 😔 ↳ maxverstappen1 😉

danielricciardo you look hot in the second photo and it's not just the heat 😍 ↳ fan maxiel lives on ❤️

fan he tagged her as mine BROOOOOO who's got this man so down bad??

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🔒 y/nstagram account locked DOWN but it's so worth it for you ❤️

maxverstappen i'm sorry liefje i should have thought about this before inviting you... ↳ y/nstagram i don't regret going maxie,,, and i certainly don't regret hugging you after the race,, i knew what i was getting into, it's just a lot ❤️ ↳ maxverstappen1 ik ben gek op jou ❤️ (i'm crazy about you) ↳ y/nstagram mijn charmante prins ❤️ (my prince charming)

alexandrasaintmleux you do what's best for you ma cocotte 💗 honestly going private at the start of mine and charles' relationship was one of the best things for us ↳ y/nstagram the woe of being a wag 😔

daniel.jpg dude can you accept my follow request ↳ maxverstappen1 you followed her from your jpg acc but not your main? ↳ daniel.jpg never said i was smart ↳ charles_leclerc ^ ↳ georgerussell63 ^ ↳ landonorris ^ ↳ alexandrasaintmleux ^ ↳ carmenmmundt ^ ↳ maxverstappen1 ^ ↳ y/nstagram ^ ↳ oscarpiastri ^ ↳ daniel.jpg oscarpiastri HOW DID YOU GET HERE?? you haven't even MET y/n yet ↳ y/nstagram that's my son watch your tone. ↳ daniel.jpg i am very sorry miss y/n l/n PLEASE let me in ↳ y/nstagram oscarpiastri shall i? ↳ oscarpiastri lemme think on it ↳ daniel.jpg i hate it here

📍 suzuka, japan

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redbullracing a quick look into max's garage! already over halfway through the season and your current world champion is on track for his 4th year running 💪

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maxverstappen1 you know how we do 👊

fan i see a y/n at the back!! ↳ fan who is y/n? ↳ fan his gf! she was first spotted in jeddah and she's been to quite a few of his races this year! ↳ fan do you have her ig? ↳ fan y/nstagram but it's private!

fan 4 time world champ incoming! ♥️ redbullracing

user lewis is gonna reclaim his title! ↳ fan ok gramps lets get you back to the home

fan best team in the world

user oh the gold digger is back ↳ redbullracing blocked, deleted and reported ↳ fan red bull stand on business ↳ redbullracing no one messes with OUR redbull girl! 👊

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🔒 y/nstagram did you know red bull gives you wings? 👼

maxverstappen1 must have taken you forever to think of that caption ↳ y/nstagram what can i say you're dating a comedic genius

friend1 damn ma lend me one of those jackets xx ↳ y/nstagram omg pls take one he won't stop giving them to me,,, ↳ friend1 i'll take the white cap too if you're offering 👀 ↳ y/nstagram 🫡

bffstagram the third pic... y/n STAND UP ↳ y/nstagram he has the prettiest eyes 😍 my man my man my maaaaan ↳ bffstagram we've lost her boys...

alexandrasaintmleux i see the ferrari jacket 👀 ↳ y/nstagram max nearly threw me out of the room fr ↳ maxverstappen1 you deserved it ↳ maxverstappen1 also i'm burning it when you're not looking ↳ y/nstagram charlie gave it to me :((((( ↳ charles_leclerc yeah max you wouldn't burn sweet charlie's jacket would you? ↳ maxverstappen1 i'd burn you IN the jacket if you don't stop ↳ charles_leclerc 🫦 damn i love when you talk dirty to me ↳ y/nstagram ,,, alexandrasaintmleux should we leave them to it? ↳ alexandrasaintmleux after what you showed me on tumblr... yeah maybe we should

daniel.jpg loving the drip ↳ maxverstappen1 has she still not accepted your main follow request? ↳ daniel.jpg no... i know it's oscars fault somehow ↳ oscarpiastri why am i catching strays? ↳ y/nstagram i watched baku 2018 ,, you're lucky i don't block your jpg account ↳ daniel.jpg THAT WAS SO LONG AGO LET ME INNNNNNN

📍 zandvoort, the netherlands

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redbullracing and maxverstappen1 getting P1 and being crowned a 4 time world champion at the final race of the season AND your home race? max verstappen we tip our hats to you 💙

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fan him lifting the trophy and mouthing "this is for you" to y/n i am so lonely oh my god

y/nstagram mijn kampioen ❤️ (my champion) ♥️ redbullracing, maxverstappen1

fan max verstappen world domination!! lets go champ!!!

fan y'know maybe the dutch national anthem isn't too bad...

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y/nstagram i moved to monaco for a degree in french and fell for a dutchman,,,

max, it has been a privilege to know you, to share your happiness and to love and be loved by you. watching you do what you do best fills me with so much joy and i can't wait to see you dominate the track for many more years. here's to you. ik hou van je, mijn kampioen ❤️ (i love you, my champion)

(also hi fans of max, i am very scared about being perceived by so many of you, please be nice ❤️)

maxverstappen1 mijn hart en ziel, ik weet niet hoe ik het in het Engels moet uitdrukken maar bedankt dat je in mijn leven bent gekomen, je maakt alles een beetje mooier. ik hou van je ❤️ (my heart and soul, i don't know how to express it in english but thank you for coming into my life, you make everything a little brighter. i love you) ↳ y/nstagram maxie 🥹 can't wait to celebrate you tonight ❤️

fan hi y/n!!! glad you felt comfortable enough to come off private! we're a nice bunch i promise! (at least most of us are) ♥️ y/nstagram ↳ fan also if anyone is mean to you i will do something that puts me on the national news 🫶

fan we've only seen glimpses of her on tv, max you bagged a baddie DAMN ♥️ maxverstappen1

fan mama y papa ↳ landonorris real ↳ oscarpiastri real

danielricciardo I'M IN !!! ↳ danielricciardo WAIT YOU WENT OFF PRIV??? y/n thats so mean wtf :(

alexandrasaintmleux mon couple préféré 💗 (my favourite couple) ↳ y/nstagram c'est grâce à toi alex, je t'aime 💕 (it's all thanks to you alex, love you)

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maxverstappen1 an appreciation post for mijn liefje. being able to put up with me dragging her halfway across the world nearly every month so i can drive fast cars whilst studying for her degree. graduated top of her class (with an elective in dutch 😉). here's to you and to us. (oh and happy 11 months, i may love you a little bit) ❤️

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y/nstagram my boy ❤️ could't have done it without your support ↳ maxverstappen1 i know, i am an Amazing boyfriend 😉 ♥️ y/nstagram

landonorris congrats y/n! knew there had to be a big brain in that ol' noggin of yours ↳ y/nstagram thanks lan! maybe i can actually teach you some french now 🤓

fan taking a long walk off a very short bridge

redbullracing congratulations to the brains of the couple! hoped you liked the gifts 💙 ↳ y/nstagram a dutch for dummies book, you think you're so funny don't you 😐

fan the flowers 😭😭😭

fan doesn't post about his championship but posts about his girl... need me a man like that

#max verstappen smau #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #max verstappen x you

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moonalumi · 3 months

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road-tripping with ellie ( fluff + smut )

warnings- lots of fluff in the first half, car sex. ellie and reader aren’t really dom or sub just horny, fingering (r receiving) , thigh grinding, SCISSORING/TRIBBING AHHHH, also ellie being a loser, overstimulation

palestine help master post

honestly the idea was stupid. ellie suggested it first and it took her so long to finally convince you.

“ellie no nevermind! your cars already breaking down and it’s only been an hour on the road.” you yell out the window so ellie; who’s “fixing” her car, can hear.

“babe it’s fine it’s just the air conditioning that broke, we can just roll down all the windows” she says slamming the hood of the car and slouching back into the drivers seat. she’s already glistening with sweat after only being outside for a couple minutes.

you roll your eyes at her wiping the sweat off her forehead, “you’re acting like you were working hard, fixing the car when all you were doing was staring at it.”

“hey!!” ellie acts offended, “at least i wasn’t just sitting here complaining.”

ellie starts up the car again and drives off again. the wind practically smacking you in the face. ellie laughs at your discomfort and leaves a reassuring hand on your bare thigh, “aw babe you wanna get ice cream then or something to cool off?”

you nod and turn your thighs away from ellie, faking being angry at her. el knows your antics by now n merely laughs at you, squeezing your thigh before pulling up into an ice cream shop.

ellie collects her keys and wallet and opens her car door before realizing you haven’t even moved from your seat yet, “babe are you coming with me?” she asks, eyebrows all knit together with a look of concern.

“no just get me a vanilla cone.” you reply dryly. not even sparing ellie a glance.

“it’s gonna get really hot in here are you sure?” she asks again.

“yes ellie go!”

ellie smiles before hoping out the car to treat her angry girlfriend with ice cream. and she’s smiling again when coming back to the car and hands you your ice cream through your open window.

“for you because you’re my beautiful princess and i love you so much” ellie leaves a big wet smooch to your cheek that has your nose crinkling.

“ew ellie shut up you’re so cheesy, don’t kiss me” you wipe her spit off your cheek as you take your ice cream cone from her hand.

ellie settles in her seat again, “oh cmon you used to love my cheesy little lines.” you give ellie a side eye to which she laughs at.

“awe babe cmon you can’t be mad at me anymore i got you ice cream.” she places her clammy hand on your thigh once again and you wince.

“ellie!!! theres melted ice cream on your hand and it’s all sticky—“ ellie smirks and only grips your thigh harder, “ewww don’t touch me!!!” you squeal and she chuckles, licking the melted vanilla ice cream off her fingers.

“there it’s clean. can i touch you princess?” she teases.

“you’re so gross and annoying, i hate you i don’t know why i’m dating you.”

ellie leans in with the biggest dorkiest smile on her cute face, “because you love meeee.” you can feel her eyes searching for yours.

so you turn to face her, “i do love you els.” you smile back at her and peck the corner of her lips, “love you so much.”

you can see ellie’s cheeks gets impossibly redder as if they weren’t already flushed pink from the heat.

“now can you drive to some cute park or something before we drive again. i don’t wanna see highways anymore” you ask your girlfriend.

“of course baby” she says before leaving you alone to enjoy your ice cream on the drive.

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“babe stop eating all the good fruits!! you always steal my food.” ellie complains as she eats what she got herself from the ice cream shop.

“that’s what happens when you get a girlfriend ellie.” you tease.

the scenery of the park is rather beautiful. there’s a large pond with tall willow trees lining the edges of it. the sun glistening on the waters surface making it look sparkly. you and ellie occasionally throwing fruits at the birds only after frantically searching up if the fruits were okay for birds to eat. but with no service you decided just fuck it maybe it’ll be okay.

ellie of course, parked in the shadiest most secluded part of the park; claiming it was for the romantics and so “we can have privacy while we makeout.”

she wasn’t wrong though because the second you two finished eating your little treats, ellie was practically begging with her eyes for you to makeout with her.

ellie’s big eyes turning more and more half lidded every time you separated from each other to catch your breaths. her hands getting more touchy. they’re moving from holding your hand to your jaw to behind your neck to push you deeper into the kiss.

the longer you kiss her and separate the cuter she looks. her lips are getting puffy and pinker and glistening with the combination of both your salivas. her tongue peeks out to lick her lips before she’s attacking your face again. then kissing down your neck. leaving a trail of wet open mouth kisses down to your collarbone.

“babe…smooch smooch… please” ellie whispers through her kisses. her hand pulling your hair back to have better access to your neck.

“you wanna go in the back el?” you ask pulling back to see her face. she nods and scrambles into the back. just crawling, jumping over the back and fumbling around to find a comfy spot and to leave enough space for you.

you shortly join her and straddle her lap. ellie smiles while looking up at you as you brush her hair away from her face and cupping it.

“you look so cute elzy, you want me?”

“mhm please” she mumbles out, muffled now that her face in smushed in between the cleavage of your tits.

“take these off then,” you hook your finger over the waistband of her jeans and sit off her lap to take your own pants off.

the whole ‘taking off pants’ process took seconds but in those mere seconds the sun managed to pierce through the shade that ellie cautiously parked her car in and heat started pooling into the already stuffy back seat of the car.

you hurriedly straddle ellie’s lap again. her mouth attacking you with harsher kisses and bites all over from your neck to your exposed tits thanks to ellie pulling down your tank top.

“mmm babe you taste so good” she mumbles with her lips all squished against your skin.

“w-what no im sweaty?” you question out of breath as you unconsciously grind on her thigh.

ellie’s attention gets diverted from your tits to the roll of your hips on her thigh, “augh shit babe m’sorry not giving her enough attention”

her fingertips shakily find their way to your clit. then down to your hole and smearing your slick all over your folds.

“elll” you beg thrusting your pussy to follow her fingers.

ellie pants and whimpers the second her fingers enter your hole, it’s like she’s the one getting fingered with all the huffing she’s making. her lips find yours as she thrusts her fingers in and out. her knuckles already getting wet from your slick.

ellie’s still a nervous wreck during sex even though you’ve done it a couple of times together. her fingers are still shaky inside you, she’s not keeping an even pace and her thumb is fumbling around not knowing whether to rub at your clit or not.

“babe w-wait,” you push ellie away a little and she gives you the cutest confused look. before she can even talk you give her a kiss and grab at her thighs and spread them apart. sitting your pussy right atop of hers and a moan leaves the both of you. ellie gives you a lazy smile and her hands plant right on your hips.

“that feel good?” you ask her. even though you already know the answer she looks lost in bliss.

her head leaned back against the headrest and she just looks so sexy all sweaty in nothing but her tank top and in need of pussy. whining and whimpering and thrusting her cute bush covered pussy up to meet your clit.

you wrap your arms around her neck and press your forehead against hers as your rut harder against her. you can feel her clit throbbing against yours and it just makes the pleasure of watching your two pussies coating each other with cum and the sight of ellie’s body under you. her abs contracting as she cums.

“babe babe aughh ohh fuck!” ellie whimpers out. her eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure.

the sound of wetness and squelching becomes so much louder the faster you grind on her. ellie’s moans getting higher and higher pitched as she becomes increasingly more sensitive after her orgasm.

“ellie im so close please hold on” you breathe out. ellie tries holes back the volume of her moans and instead squeezing your hips as she takes your grinds.

you squeeze ellie in for a hug as you cum on her pussy. kissing the top of her head and slowing down to a limp stop when you’re done.

you and ellie catch your breaths before the heat becomes unbearable. both of you are dripping sweat on each other. still half naked with cum in between your legs.

“babe-fuck what are we cleaning up with” you ask sitting up and watch as the strings of cum that connect you two break.

ellie grabs a random shirt she had stuffed in the bags and hands it to you, “just use that it’s whatever” she helps guide your shaky legs to sit next to her and clean each other up.

both of you still out of breath, and heaving immediately drive to a store to get some waters and maybe some cleaning supplies because the backseat definitely has you and ellie’s babies still on it.

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be-good-to-bugs · 1 year

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#the bin #my kitties are here!!! i missed them SO MUCH #theres 4 of them here but trubbish will be going to a shelter p much immediately. she would already have gone but there were none accepting #cats back there so she will go to one here #scooter might be going too but we are looking to see if anyone we know will take him. i love him so dearly with all my heart and i wanna #keep him but we just cant keep that many and omen and asbestos are more important to me #the other 2 (including coffee) are gonna go to my mom and siblings. we at least only have to let go of 2. scooter is gonna hurt to say bye #hes so sweet and precious and i love him. he likes to be held like a baby and to claw your chest and stick his nose in your mouth whenever #you speak. his nickname is scgoober bc he is such a little dork baby. such a bastard. i love him so much. i remember when i found him #but i just cant ket go of my other ones either. im so bappy to see asbestos again. i missed him so much #im happy to see omen too #i should post some pictures of them. omen us bigger than she was when i left. her belly is also still shaped funny. i think its permanent #she got a real bad infection after getting fixed and her belly got all drooped down and she is healthy now but her belly is still shaped #kinda weird. her and asbestos bith have weird misshapen body parts. his tail is so silly. whenever he tries to move it the way other cats #do it looks like he is waggging it bc it doesnt move quite right. i should take a video bc its adorable. he is trying so hard to do that #thing where they do a slither motion with their tails but his tail is broken and short and it just doesnt work. its adorable #sorry i know theres a lot of words here. i tried keeping it concise but this IS me being consice #i could talk abt my kitties for hours. especially bc ive missed them and now they are here! i wanna see bibben and coffee too but alas i #cannot anytime soon. im sad that im naver gonna see my dog again. i wish i couldve said bye more. he is such a good dog #ive never been fond of literally any dogs except him. i was his fav person but he loved everyone a lot. he is so sweet and good. i miss him #its not as hard to let go of him as it is to let go of scooter though. i cared for baby kitten him and he was so tiny and so sweet #now he is a bastard man and would never let anybody do what he used to but he is still so affectionate. if you sit on the couch he likes to #come and headbut you right in the face. this is the cat who broke my nose #hhh. i really dont know if ill be able to say bye to him. the fact he broke my nose kinda makes me love him more cause its funny it happene

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luvyeni · 5 months

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❛TAMING THE PILLOW PRINCESS❜ ( n. jaemin )

p. boyfriend!na jaemin x fem!reader w. 1.8k+

warnings? oral ( m. receiving ), uprotected sex, sorta mean dom jaemin (he's such a softie it's hard), a little degradation, breeding kink (?)

— 𖦹 ( you used be such a good girl for him, but thats okay jaemin will fix it ) !

“Come home.” You spoke through the phone. “baby im with the guys I told you I wanted to hang out with them for a while.” Jaemin said, but you could care less. “i don’t care, I want you home now.”

“Ba— come home or you’ll sleep on the couch for a week." Before he could speak up you said something else. “and no sex!” you hung up in his face— he sighed, putting his phone away, he friends already looking at him, your voice was loud enough for them to hear the entire thing. “don’t say anything.” He rubbed his temples.

“jaemin, man I love you and I don’t know how to say this but.” Jeno said. “your girlfriend is a bitch.” Haechan finished. “haechan.” Renjun said, jaemin shook his head, ready to defend you. “she’s just really needy you know?” he said. “she needs attention, it’s okay I don’t mind.”

“she’s also rude as hell, constantly nagging and yelling at you over stupid shit, spending all your money, i could go on.” Haechan said, jaemin sighed. Jaemin loved you, he did — but even he had to admit his friend was right, you were a nightmare dressed in pink.

“does she even you know?” jeno trailed off. “you know give it up?” he said. “sex? of course we have sex.” He said. “does she go down on you?” renjun asked, jaemin tried to remember the last time you did, cringing. “she really isn’t that good at it, but id rather give than receive.”

“and you go down on her?” jeno said. “I do most of the work, so what?” jaemin said. “that’s your problem, you’ve created a pillow princess with a bratty attitude, and now you don’t know how to handle her anymore.” Jeno said. “I know how to handle my girlfriend.” He said, feeling a bit defensive now that it was finally laid out for him. “do you really?”

That sentence stayed with him all the way home — your attitude was getting worse day by day, and he stayed passive, letting you do what you want, as long as you were happy, even though it made him miserable— he wasn’t getting sad, he was getting pissed, speeding on the gas all the way home.

You scoffed looking at the time, he was 2 hours late. “im gonna kill him.” you got up out of bed, only in your underwear and a flimsy tank top , making your way into the kitchen to get a drink, opening the fridge — your eyes sat on the last can of jaemins beer, you smirked grabbing the can, opening taking a sip. “serves him right.” You didn’t even like beer, you just wanted to piss him off , knowing he wouldn’t do anything but smile and tell you it would be okay.

Leaving the can on the counter, knowing it will piss him off as well, turning to go back in the room, when the front door open, your boyfriend walked in. you rolled your eyes, he looked at you, then over by the counter, noticing the beer. “that was my last one.

“So?” you shrugged walking back to the room, the cats following behind you. “why didn’t you throw away the can?” you ignored him, he followed behind you. “you know I hate when you leave the cans on the counter.”

“well go pick it up and throw it away.” You picked up a pillow, throwing at his chest. “you go sleep on the couch while you’re at it.” He looked down at the pillow then back at you, anger boiling up inside him. “go.” You said turning on your side, no longer facing him.

“im not staying on the couch.” He said you scoffed. “well you aren’t staying in here, so sleep in the hall for all i care.” jaemin saw red, and before he could even notice it was like his arms and legs were moving for him — and he was sitting on the bed, you shot up ready to yell. “I said get the fuc—” he your words were cut short by jaemins hand wrapping around your throat.

“Listen here.” He said, his eyes dark, not like how you’re used to. “i've had it up to here with your bitchy attitude.” He seethed. “letting you walk all over me, you don’t have to do shit, i let you sit here in the apartment i pay for all day and do nothing, while i go out and work my ass off so you can spend my money on your unnecessary shit and how do you repay me?” he squeezed. “by being a bitch.”

You couldn’t say anything, not because you couldn’t due to him choking you, but because you were speechless, he never spoke to you like that — so mean and with hatred in his eyes — it was kind of turning you on. “jae— did i say you could speak?” he said. “that’s your problem, you don’t listen.”

“i've been spoiling you too much, letting you get away with everything.” He kissed his teeth. “that shit stops today.” Before you could say anything he was tossing you over his lap. “i want you to count.” He whispered in your ear. “wh-ouch!” you yelped upon feeling his hand come down on your ass. “fuck that hurts.” You cursed. “good, it’s supposed to.” another slapped made you jolt. “now count.”

“jae– shit!” you cursed as he didn’t let you get your words out, slapping your ass. “one!” you shouted. “good again “ he repeated. “tw-two.” He kept repeating his abuse on your ass, tears wielding in your eyes as you counted all the way until his desired number.

“Good.” He rubbed your sore cheeks. “you actually listened for once.” He grabbed your hair — yanking your hair back roughly, looking you in the eyes “get down on your knees.”

You sat in between his legs, your knees digging into the rug sure to leave them red — your face close to his hard on. “im always going down in you, bout time you give me something in return.” He unbuckled his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. “gonna suck me off real good.” He pulled his cock from his underwear, stroking himself off, his cock dripping with pre-cum from his tip on to your pouty lips.

You hadn’t done this in a while, jaemin always doted on you, so you probably only did it a few times in the early stages of your relationship after a while he just ended up saying it was fine. “go on.” he held the base of his cock tapping it on your lips. “put it in your mouth.”

You slowly sunk down on his cock, he groaned out throwing his head back, his hand resting on the bed, the other in your head. “you’re still just as bad.” Your eyes widening, as he pushed your head all the way down. “it’s like you’re not even trying.” The more he talked to you like that the more turned on you became, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your cunt. “have to do everything.”

He used your hair, guiding you up and down his shaft. “there you go, slowly.” he cursed under his breath. “use your tongue.” he hissed. “i said your tongue, not your teeth — are you dumb baby?” you moaned around his cock. “of course you like being degraded -fuck- i guess i assumed you liked being treated like a princess.”

He pulled you off him, slapping his cock against your lips. “that’s enough — want you now.” you went to lay down like you normally did but he stopped you. “no, it’s not about you tonight.” he laid back against the headboard. “tonight i want you to ride me, i want you to work for it.”

You’ve never ridden anyone, all of them doing the work for you. “i-i.” he picked you, making you straddle his lap. “i'll jerk off right now in front of you and you won’t get anything, if you want to cum, you ride me.” You were desperate to cum, biting your lip — grabbing the base of his cock, hovering above you. “sit.”

He pushed you down, his cock filling you up, you moaned out, holding yourself up by his chest. “jae-jaemin.” you moaned. “now move.” he commanded, you rocked your hips sloppily. “do it right.” He slapped your ass. “i-i c-cant.” you sobbed. “try.” He said deciding to help you just a bit, grabbed your hips rocking you back and forth. “fu-fuck just like that.” He let your waist go, leaving you on your own again.

It just wasn’t enough, you needed him. “jaemin.” You whined. “i-i need you.” He smirked. “yeah.” His hips bucking up. “why should i help you when -fuck- when all you’ve been is a bitch to me?” he grunted, slowly loosing his mind, wanting nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you like he’s used to. “why should i help you.”

“i-im so-sorry.” You stuttered. “i'll be good, i promise.” You sounded so pretty, begging like that. “you will?” he grunted. “no more being mean, and rude?” you nodded, promising him through tears. “i-i promise.”

He flipped you over, pushing his cock deep into your cunt. “shit!” you screamed as he plowed into you, wrapping your leg around his waist. “shit that’s it.” he moaned. “be a good girl and take my cock.” You grabbed his bicep, eyes rolling to back of your head.

“that’s all you needed, to be fucked back into submission right?” he said grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “you’re gonna be my good girl again if i let you cum.” You nodded dumbly. “words.” he said, thrusting deeply inside you, hitting that gummy spot. “ye-yes i promise.” You felt it coming all you was his word.

“cum.”

Your mouth dropped out, eyes rolling to back of your head as you came with a loud gasp of jaemins name, your head feeling deeper into a subspace as he fucked you through your orgasm. “pretty girl -fuck- gonna cum inside your pretty cunt okay?” you nodded. “pl-please cum inside me.”

His thrust began to falter as he came, his cum pouring into your cunt. “good girl.” He looked at your fucked out face. “there’s my good girl.”

He pulled out of your cunt, watching his cum leaking out of you, laying next to you, caressing the side of your face . “im sorry.” You pouted. “for being such a bitch.”

“it’s okay princess, i still love you and I still want to take care of my precious baby.” He kissed your temple. “just be nicer to me baby.” He said. “as long as you don’t make me ride you anymore.” He laughed. “I don’t ever want to do that again.” He nodded. “I won’t baby.”

“you’ll always be my pretty pillow princess.”

©️LUVYENI

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yeonzzzn · 10 days

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🌷rose petals: park jongseong

part two of the no limits duology / the limits series

pairing: jay x afab!reader word count: 10.8k

synopsis: life with jay (along with his four roommates and his nice) couldn’t be better. it was everything you wished for and more, even if the apartment is always in chaos. as your relationship runs deeper, jay is stuck between some important decisions.

genre: established relationship, uncle!jay, blonde!jay, restaurant owner!jay, flower shop owner!reader, smut

warnings: swearing, alcohol, overprotective jay, multiple unprotected sex scenes, breeding kink, daddy kink, semi public sex in a bathroom, dry humping, fingering, hair pulling, MINORS DNI!!!

✰ this is a spin-off to the main series, please read off limits / part one to this spin-off before reading this one. they are tagged under the title ✰

•·.·no limits spotify playlist'·.·•

“Shhh!!” Jay hissed, covering his hand over your mouth, “You need to be quiet!” Jay halted his movement, pressing his cock as deep as it could go while kissing your cervix, “You need to be quiet for daddy, ya?”

You nodded your head, slipping your tongue into his palm and licking over towards his fingers.

He quietly moaned, pinching your tongue between his fingers and then shoving them into your mouth, “Suck,” he demanded, letting out another quiet moan at the feeling of your mouth wrapping perfectly around his fingers.

Jay was so close to cumming, wanting nothing more than to shoot his load into you, to breed the fuck out of your pretty pussy. How could he not want that? Not when you look so sexy in this pretty blue dress of yours. If this dress wasn’t for his sister's wedding, he’d be tearing it into pieces.

Jay took a handful of your hair and pulled you off the bathroom counter he had you bent over against, keeping your back pressed tightly to his chest as he fucked into you harder and faster, his lips connecting to your ear, “Gonna cum so deep in this cunt. Breed the hell out of it. It’s mine. All mine.”

You kept sucking on his fingers, your free hand gripping the counter in front of you, holding on for dear life as your boyfriend’s thrusts got sloppy, his breaths becoming uneven as he chased after his orgasm.

“I’m cumming,” he breathed out, his hand in your hair falling to your breast, tightly squeezing, “Oh fuck I’m cumming baby.” One final thrust, and his seed painted your walls white, making it the perfect painting.

Jay bent you back over the counter, continuing his slow thrusts to ride out his high, using your cunt to milk him completely. Once he had his fill, he slowly pulled out and pulled down your dress, giving your ass a quick squeeze before readjusting his pants.

You stood up straight as best as you could, fixing your hair in the mirror, “Seongie, you better be lucky you didn’t mess up my hair too much.”

Jay smirked, pressing his chest against your back, leaning his head on your shoulder, “Better watch that tone, I’ll fuck you up so hard back at your apartment tonight.”

You roll your eyes playfully and lean back into him, loving the way he instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, “It wouldn’t be me to beat your ass for messing up my hair, it would be your sister.”

Jay laughed, “Yeah, she would,” Jay twisted you around to face him, his gentle hands pushing your hair behind your ears, “You’re so beautiful.”

You stood on your tip toes and gave him a quick kiss, “We should be going.”

He nodded, “Yeah,” he said with a sigh, “Let’s go watch my baby sister get married to my best friend.”

To say Jay was a mess during the wedding would be an understatement. He stood to Jake’s left as his best man, with Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Shotaro to the left of him, while you being the maid of honor and standing off to his sister’s right, with some of her old college friends to your right.

It was a beautiful wedding, and it took Sunghoon everything to hold Jay back once Jake and __ had their first kiss as husband and wife. Jay will always be that protective big brother through and through. Once their first kiss was over, little Hwa jumped off her grandmother's lap and rushed over to her parents, arms stretched out and her giggles filling the venue. Jay almost crumbled to the floor at how adorable his niece was.

After the venue cleared out and all the wedding photos were taken, it was time for the reception.

“Ughhhh” Jake groaned, shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth, “This food is so fucking good.”

Jay raised a brow, “Yeah because my restaurant catered your wedding? Obviously, the food is going to be good.”

Jake was too much in heaven with the food orgasm he was having to worry about making a smart remark to his best friend and just kept chewing away at his food.

__ crossed her arms over her chest, watching her new husband, “Maybe you should have married my brother instead by the way you’re eating his food.”

Jay chuckled and pulled you closer to him, “Nah you can keep him stinks.”

Jake swallowed the food and set the plate down, smiling so brightly at his wife, “Baby, I promise to eat you out so good later tonight don’t you worry.”

“Dude,” Heeseung said, scrunching his nose, “I don’t want to know about the sexual activities that are going to take place tonight.”

“Agreed,” Sunghoon, who was also scrunching his nose, said as he raised his beer bottle to his lips, “Thank god we don’t have to listen to it tonight.”

Jake flipped each of his friends off but then landed his eyes on Jay and you, pointing his index finger at the two of you, “You guys act like you’re safe with these two will more than likely be doing the exact same thing.”

Jay swatted Jake’s pointer finger away, “I’m staying at her apartment tonight, you lot won’t be hearing shit from us tonight.”

Heeseung and Sunghoon quickly high-fived at the fact of having the apartment alone for once. Jake’s parents will be having Hwa at their house tonight, so Heeseung and Sunghoon will definitely have the apartment to themselves.

You smiled at your friends, watching how each of them now trailed off into different conversations. Watching how Jay kept picking fun at Jake, and __ picking fun at her brother. Heeseung and Sunghoon eventually joined in, the five of them showing and proving once more that some friendships won’t ever end.

It made you want to cry, not out of sadness, but pure happiness. They all grew up together and it warms your heart knowing that they all were soulmates in this life and probably every life after this one.

Sunghoon took a quick glance at you, “Hey, YN!” his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, “Why are you standing alone, come over here!”

Jake and __ both reached a hand out to grab both your wrists, “You’re very much a part of this family,” Jake said, giving you a wink and looking over at Jay as they pulled you into the circle, “No need to be standing by yourself.”

“Exactly!” __ said in agreement. Heeseung wrapped an arm around your shoulder and Sunghoon stood behind you where you and Heeseung connected and pulled the two of you closer to him with his arms around you both.

“You’re with our Jonggie,” Heeseung teased, “Hwa calls you her aunt, you’re in this family whether you like it or not.”

You smiled at each of them, giving a nod. Words couldn’t describe how loved you felt at this moment. Jay couldn’t take his eyes off you, loving how big your smile was and loving how much his friends—his family—adored you. “Okay, okay!” he finally spoke up, shooting Heeseung and Sunghoon off you, “Lemme have my girlfriend.”

Jay pulled you to him and into a kiss. The sounds of everyone around the two of you making fake gagging noises, “Nah, I don’t wanna hear it!” Jay said, trying to act annoyed but his smile being the tell-all, “Not when Jake can’t keep his lips off my baby sister!”

More banter started up, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The reception finally came to an end and it was time to see off the bride and groom, which Jay was an even worse mess with. He finally let go of the tears he’d held in during the wedding and let them fall.

“She’s all grown up,” Jay said in a whisper, watching with fond eyes as Jake and __ climbed into their car to head off to their hotel for the night, “It’s so hard to believe after growing up together that she’s a mother and married to one of my best friends.”

You hugged your boyfriend tightly. You’d say you understood how he felt, but you didn’t, being the only child and all.

“Jay,” you whispered, kissing his cheek and wiping away his tears, “Jake will take care of her, he always has, hasn’t he?”

Jay looks down at you, his arm around your waist pulling you in tighter. He knew Jake would take care of his sister. In a silly way, it’s true, Jake always took care of her. They were made for each other, that’s for sure. So he nods at you, smiling at you, “Let’s get out of here, I’m ready to get you out of this dress.”

—

Jake stood in the kitchen, staring Jay down. His arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Stop looking at me like that!” Jay snapped, “What’s your problem?” Jay just wanted to enjoy the french toast he made for breakfast. You were already halfway done eating yours, being completely unfazed by Jake’s glare.

“I don’t have a problem,” Jake said with a tilt of his head, “Just that Heeseung’s birthday is coming up and so is Halloween.”

Jay scoffed and took a bite out of his breakfast, “And?”

“Annnddddd,” Jake dragged out, “We should go to a Halloween party and celebrate his birthday.”

Jay dropped his toast back on the plate, “And where the hell is this party then, huh?” Jay shook his head, “Who is going to watch Hwa?”

Jake smirked, “Taro and his friends would be throwing the party. And I’d ask my parents or yours to watch my baby girl.”

You raised a brow, “So this party isn’t even planned yet? Isn’t Heeseung's birthday next week?”

Jake shrugged, “Still a work in progress.”

“What is?” speak of the devil and he shall appear. Heeseung walks into the kitchen with a tub of ice cream, “What are we working in progress?”

“Your birthday and Halloween party,” Jay said, earning another glare from Jake, “What?”

“It was supposed to be a secret!” Jake snapped, cocking his head to the side, facial expression tensed.

“Damn,” Jay took a deep breath, “You look like you just murdered someone, giving me that look and shit.” Jake’s eyes widened and his lips curled into a smile, “Stop that! You look creepy!” Jay scrunched his nose, reaching back for his toast.

“I know what I should be for Halloween!” Jake nearly shouted, “I can be a ghost face!”

Heeseung was the one scrunching his nose now, “Have fun with that buddy.”

“Anyway,” Jake said, putting his attention on Heeseung, “What do you think?”

Heeseung took another bite of his ice cream, “Already got plans.”

“Huh?” Both Jay and Jake said in unison, looking over at their eldest friend, “What do you mean?”

Heeseung shrugged, “I’m getting laid that night. Meeting up with an old flame from college.”

You tried to not laugh, not knowing if Heeseung was being serious or not, but by the looks on Jay and Jake’s faces said very well that Heeseung wasn’t joking.

“Dude,” Jake whined, “Just bring her to the party.”

Heeseung glanced up at the ceiling, “Hmmm, nah. Have fun though!”

Heeseung turned and walked off to his room, Jake following behind like a lost puppy trying to convince his friend for the party.

Jay chuckled, “Some things never change.”

You finished your last bite of your toast, “Has Jake always been a partier?”

Jay shrugged, “Yes and no. It was worse the first year of college, but as the time went off it was just a weekend type thing to every other weekend. Then he started dating my sister and it became less and less. Now it’s once in a blue moon.”

You nodded, it sounded about right. For the almost two years you’ve been dating Jay, the six of you only attended maybe a total of four parties? It wasn’t a lot.

“He’ll get over it,” Jay said, finally being able to dig into his breakfast, “Wait was Heeseung eating ice cream for breakfast?!”

You giggled, whipping off some powder from your boyfriend’s lip, “He was up all night playing video games, I don’t think he’s slept yet.”

And now Jay was on his feet and rushing towards Heeseung’s room to force the man to bed. You leaned your elbows onto the table, it’s never a boring day here in the Parks/Lee/Sim household.

—

Jay peeked into the window of your flower shop, his smile big as he saw you at the counter. Your long hair was tied back into a perfect bun with small strands at each side of your face. You had the sleeves of your shirt rolled up above your elbows and your tan apron tied nicely at your waist, your blue jeans covered in dirt from plants and soil.

You had a focused smile as you arranged a rose bouquet for a client.

Jay tapped on the window, bringing your attention to him. Your smile grew more, tilting your head to tell him to come inside. You watched him with endearment as he walked in, holding a plastic bag, “Left the restaurant early today, thought we could have lunch together.”

You wiggled your brows at him, “Whatchu make me?”

He placed the bag on the counter, leaning his forearms against the wood and tipping over the counter to connect his lips to yours in a quick kiss, “Roasted lemon chicken breast with mashed potatoes and corn.”

You leaned over the counter now, pressing your lips to his and taking the bag, “My favorite!”

He leaned on his elbows, “I know. Trust me, I know my baby.”

Your hands couldn’t pull out the foam boxes quick enough, you were starving. Your boyfriend chuckles at your impatience, “Here,” he said, taking the bag and to-go boxes from you, “Go wash your hands, I’ll set it all up.”

In a flash you returned with clean hands, ready to dig into your meal. To say you were blessed to be dating a man who can cook would be an understatement. Words weren’t enough.

You both ate, devouring the meal as if it were your last. You sign and pat your tummy, “That hit the spot.”

“My cooking always does,” he flashed you his famous smile, gathering up the trash.

You returned your focus back to the rose bouquet, “I am guessing it was slow today?”

Jay completely leaned against the counter, eyes watching your hands work against the roses, “Pretty much. Yunjin practically shoved me out the door saying she could handle everything.”

You giggled at your best friend's behavior, “That sounds like her.”

Jay trailed his eyes up to your face, his heart rate accelerating. For whatever reason, seeing you working got him going. He loved seeing you work. Loved how focused you’d get on a project. Maybe it was you weren’t working because you had to, but because you wanted to. And you enjoyed it. Just like how he loved running his restaurant. The two of you found a passion that was worth being on your feet for hours at a time for.

“Might as well take a picture if you’re going to stare at me like that,” you teased him, shifting your eyes over to him.

“I’m allowed to stare at my sexy girlfriend, leave me be,” he teased back, reaching his hand up and pinching your right face cheek, “You’re just so hot when you’re focused on something.”

You swatted his hand away with a laugh, “You’re silly.”

He looked back down at the bouquet, taking in the design of the glass vase, “What’s the occasion?”

“A proposal,” you took notice of the way Jay’s eyes looked back up at you, but you held your gaze on the roses, “This client is in here all the time picking up different types of bouquets for his girl. He called earlier saying he’s finally proposing,” you smiled, finally meeting Jay’s eyes, “This is my first wedding proposal bouquet, I am a bit nervous.”

“Babe,” he said with a tilt of his head, his hand pulling at the pocket of your apron, “You haven’t failed a client since we opened this shop. YN, you’re killing it here, I don’t think you have a thing to worry about. Mostly if this client comes in here all the time.”

You looked back at the bouquet, the corners of your lips curling, “He is in here at least three times a week.”

“See?” Jay smiled, now pulling at the top of the apron, and pulled you towards him, embracing your lips with his, kissing you softly, “You must be doing something right.”

You kissed him back, leaning closer into his as his hand snaked up to your neck, thumb rubbing against your jaw.

Jay attempted to deepen the kiss, being so ready to lock the doors and pull the blinds down over the windows and bend your pretty body over this counter, but you killed his dream too quickly by pulling away, “Easy there, sir,” you giggled, backing away from the counter, “My client will be here at any minute, I need to finish this.”

Jay groaned in a childlike manner, “Babbbeeeeee.”

You ignored him, grabbing a pretty cream silk ribbon to tie around the vase, “You will literally see me when I get off,” you tell him. He sighs, but knows you were right. He’d just have to shove your face into his pillows later tonight.

He took one final look at the rose bouquet, watching how your fingers adjusted the petals and he smiled wide, “My rose petal.”

You glanced up at him, confused, “I’m sorry?”

“My rose petal,” he repeated, locking eyes with you, “You’re my little rose petal.”

You couldn’t help but look at him with endearment. He’s always addressed you by your name, baby, or babe. But now you have an official nickname, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Come here, my rose petal,” he said, stepping away from the counter and stretching out his arms.

You rushed over to him, pressing your body to his and squeezing him tightly, “I love you,” you nuzzled your face in his neck, taking him his scent.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I love you too, so very much,” He kissed your forehead again and gently removed you from him, “Get back to work, I’ll see you later.”

You smiled, giving him a nod. The whole drive back to the apartment Jay kept replaying over and over in his about the client and the proposal, hoping it would go well for the guy. But images of you kept popping up. You in a pretty dress, walking down the aisle towards him. Jay quickly shook his head, snapping him out of the thoughts and focusing back on the drive.

—

The last thing you expected to do on your day off was traveling around town apartment/house shopping with your boyfriend's baby sister. Not that you minded, you loved spending time with her and loved her to death. She just…had an urgency about looking at new homes.

She let out a massive sigh as she glanced around the ninth apartment the two of you have looked at today, “This one is…a bit too small.”

You gave a small shrug, wrapping your arms over your chest, “It is small, but it’d just be you, Jake, and Hwa, so you won’t need too much space.”

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes scanning the living room, “Yeah, I guess? But I was thinking something a bit bigger.”

“For having guests over?” you tried to picture this living room with enough couch space, TV, coffee table, and Hwa’s toys and then added in the family. Yeah, this place wouldn’t fit everyone.

She kept quiet, now biting at her nails and taking one final look then turning on her heels, “Let’s check out that apartment across the street before we move onto another area.”

You followed behind her, “Not that I am not grateful that you invited me,” you said going down two steps at a time to keep up with her, “But why did Jake not come along? Or even Jay? They probably would be better at this kind of shopping than me.” you didn’t even shop for the apartment you live in now, your parents did. All you did was move into it. So you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t exactly being of help to her.

“My brother would be too nitpicky about every detail. It took him forever to find the apartment we are in now,” yeah that sounds about right for Jay, “and Jake would think each place we look at would be good enough. Silly pup would be happy with just about anything,” and that also sounds on point for Jake, “They are both working at the software company. Jae said there’s a big project so my brother is helping out. But I also value your opinion, a lot more than you think and I needed some much-needed girl time.”

You nodded, finally getting caught up with her. Sometimes you forget her best friend is a male and she spends 90% of her time with well…the males in the apartment. It made sense for her to cling to you when she could.

But you still couldn’t shake the feeling of why this was a must right now. Like why the rush?

You continued following behind her as she double-checked the apartment numbers and ran up the stairs and found the final apartment in this area. This apartment was much bigger. Had three rooms, the kitchen was a decent size and the living room was spacious. Her eyes lit up with glee as she walked around the whole apartment twice.

“YN, this one is perfect! Jake would be happy and Jay would approve too!” She clapped her hands together, “What do you think?!”

You looked around and gave her a big smile, “It is pretty perfect, isn’t it?”

She squealed and pulled you into a hug, “I can’t wait to show Jake.”

She released you from her embrace and pulled her phone from her pocket, snapping a few photos and immediately sending them to Jake. Her smile was so big and bright that it was contagious, you couldn’t help but feed off her energy. Even if something was still off.

She ran her hands from her hips to her belly, giving it a small squeeze before dropping her hands at her side. You couldn’t handle not knowing what was going on anymore.

“Hey, __,” you softly spoke, getting her attention anyway, “What is actually going on? Why were you in such a rush to find somewhere else to live? You know Jay has no problem with you three still living there.”

Her smile faded as she stared off into the distance out the window, “Because our family is growing,” she cupped her hands back on her belly, “YN, I am pregnant.”

You rushed to her, taking her hands in yours, “Are you for real? Are you pregnant again? Hwa will have a sibling!!”

She smiled ear to ear and did a small jump, “I am! I found out a week ago!”

You jumped with her until neither of you could jump anymore, completely out of breath, “I am sure Jake was so happy!”

She chuckled, “Well,” her fingers traced along the necklace that was once Jake’s twisting the double pendants between her fingers, “Jake doesn’t know yet. Neither does my brother or anyone else! You’re the first to know!”

You placed a hand over your heart, “I’M the first to know?!”

She nodded, “But you can’t tell anyone! I am planning a surprise. Regardless, I was going to tell you today, but I have a plan!” It was your turn to squeal and get excited for her, “But that is why I was in a rush to find another apartment. The one now is crowded, there’s six of us and seven when you are there. Imagine another baby there?”

You thinned your lips, completely understanding. The apartment was thankfully big enough to house everyone, but when everyone was out of their rooms…it became very crowded fast. And when Shotaro was also there to hang out? Or Yunjin when she was with you? Even worse.

“I get it,” you said, giving a smile, “I’ll keep it a secret until you’re ready to tell it!”

She pulled you into a hug, “Thank you so much, YN. Truly. I am happy to have you in my life.”

You hugged her back tighter, “I am happy to have you in my life too.”

She pulled away, taking a deep breath and taking in the apartment, “Wow, this will really be my new home.”

Jake rolled over to Jay in his chair, “Dude, check out the apartment __ found!”

Jay glanced over, “Damn, that looks nice.”

“Doesn’t it?” Jake giggled, “Hard to believe we won’t be under the same roof anymore.”

Jay smirked, “Yeah, I’ll finally have peace and quiet.”

Jake rolled his eyes, “No you won’t. Not with Heeseung and Sunghoon still there.”

Jay shrugged, “That’s true. We’d have an extra bedroom though,” Jay leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head lost in deep thought, “It’ll be weird not seeing you both every day.”

His best friend sighed, tossing his phone onto the desk. “Yeah, it’ll definitely be an adjustment.”

Jay all of a sudden didn’t like the idea of his best friend and sister moving out of the apartment. Yes, he still would have Heeseung and Sunghoon. But he grew up with Jake and his sister always being around too. It was weird enough being away from his sister those few years of college before she moved in. He’d have to get used to not having her around again. And not only that but he wouldn’t see Hwa every day. How would he survive not seeing his beautiful niece every day?

Jake could see the gears turning in Jay’s head, “Hey, no. Stop that,” Jay looked at his friend confused, “You’re acting like you’d never see us again. We are in the same town, you don’t have to worry about not seeing us.”

Jay knew that. It just wouldn’t be as often as he’d want.

“I’m just being a big brother, I’ll be fine.” Jay tried to focus back on the computer screen. But Jake just smiled, knowing Jay was just sad. Proof enough that he loved each of them.

“Just have YN move in,” Jake suggested, standing to his feet and stretching, “I am sure she’d be happy to get out of that apartment to cut that tie with her parents.”

Jay has thought about that solution many times, but the apartment was already crowded, and never brought it up, but now…maybe. Who knows?

“Let’s get out of here,” Jake said with a yawn, “I want to get home.”

Jay also yawned and nodded. He wanted to get back home before you and his sister came home anyway and have dinner ready. With a stretch, Jay followed Jake out of the building.

—

You opened the door to Jay’s bedroom, seeing him at his desk playing some kind of strategic video game. Jay heard the door open and quickly whipped around, giving you a big smile before turning back to his game, “Hey there pretty girl,” he slid one of the earmuffs of the headset from his ear, “There’s chicken pasta on the stove.”

If you were being honest, you were hungry and that chicken pasta smelled the whole apartment up and smelt delicious, but it wasn't exactly what you were hungry for at that moment. You’ll eat the pasta, just not right now.

Ever since finding out __ was pregnant again, you couldn’t help but think about that life with Jay. You thought back to the night you and Jay watched Hwa together, for the very first time. You remembered how he looked at you with his niece with such endearment and flat-out asking you to have a baby with him. You were flustered at first, still way too new to the relationship to actually consider it. But now? After __ announced her pregnancy to you? All you could hope for was that Jay still felt that way.

You were on autopilot. One moment you stood in his bedroom doorway, the next the door was closed and locked and you were climbing into his lap, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Jay adjusted a bit in the chair to help make you and himself more comfortable, one hand leaving the keyboard to rub up and down your back for a few seconds, “Everything okay, baby?” he asked, being slightly worried something was wrong.

You nod, nuzzling your face into his neck, breathing in the smell of his cologne, “Just want to be close to you.”

Jay smiled, lifting his other hand from his gaming mouse to wrap you in a tight hug and kiss your cheek then resumed his game, “Why don’t you go get some food and come back, ya? I can finish up this match and we watch a movie, how does that sound?”

You didn’t answer, not because you didn’t want to, but because your mouth was now attaching itself to his neck and your fingers gripped into his shirt, slightly pulling.

He was getting hard underneath you, his focus on his game was swaying. It took so much concentration to not throw his head back into the headrest and moan out at how much pleasure he was feeling just by your lips on his skin. Jay was starting to lose his self-control, wanting badly to toss his hands away from the keyboard and mouse and touch you. To grip your hips and push himself up against you.

“Baby,” he breathed, “You’re being really distracting right now,” he started slowly bucking his hips up, rubbing his now fully hard cock against your heat, loving how the thin material of his and your shorts made it easier to feel up against you. You moaned against his neck, taking a small bite of his skin just below his jawline, “Fuck, YN,” he whimpers, fingers gripping his keyboard and mouse, “What’s gotten into you tonight, my rose petal?”

Your lips left his neck and trailed up to the corner of his mouth, “Let’s make a baby,” you whispered, brushing your nose against his and staring into his eyes.

Jay chuckles, hands finally abandoning his gaming items and squeezing your hips, “Yeah? You wanna make a baby, princess?” he pushed you down hard against him, a gasp releasing from your mouth, “All you gotta do is ask,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips, one hand sliding from your hip and down to your ass and then where you needed him the most, his knuckle rubbing against your clothed cunt, “Ask daddy to fuck you,” his teeth nipped at your button lip, causing your hips to rock more against his length.

Your hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, looping your fingers at the material and tugging, “Fuck me, please.”’

He shifted himself up, letting you pull his shorts and boxers down to his thighs, your hand wrapping around his cock and slowly pumping him, “Say it again, princess,” he demanded with a groan, fingers now pulling your shorts and panties to the side, feeling your slick pool out and onto his hand, “Ask me again.”

You lifted up, adjusting his tip to your entrance, his free hand holding you in place until you do as he said, “Please fuck me, daddy.”

Jay smirks, all you had to do was ask. He pushed himself into you, his tip kissing perfectly against your cervix, “Oh fuck baby,” he moans, connecting his lips to yours, kissing you aggressively as he fucked up into you, “Bounce on my cock, pretty girl.”

You gripped the back of the chair and moved against him. His hands gripped your ass, assisting your movements as you rode him, his hips bucking up in time with your movement. You picked up your pace, throwing your head back, “F-feels s-so good,” his hands squeezed your ass harder, hips fucking into you faster, “Jayyyy.”

“Shit, baby,” he groans, “Love it when you moan out my name.”

Jay was in pure bliss. Everything about this moment was so sexy to him. The way you come home to him and immediately straddle him and tell him you want to make a child and beg him to fuck you? It was so hot. Regardless if you meant it about making a baby with him, he’s going to breed your cunt and fill you whole with his cum. Just the thought of getting you pregnant sent him spiraling. He wanted to cum. Now. Jay could already feel you were close by the way you hugged him tightly.

Jay quickly removed his headset, not wasting another moment sitting in this chair, and shifted the two of you over onto his bed. His hands gripped your legs and lifted them up over his shoulders, pistoning into faster and pinning your hands above your head.

Your jaw went slack and moaned out his name, chanting it as if it were the only word you knew how to speak, and oh god was it music to his ears.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, “Keep screaming my name. Fuck, please keep screaming my name,” your legs twitched and cunt clenched, causing Jay to smirk, “Is my baby close?”

You nodded, squeezing his hands, trying to find the words to tell him yes. Jay could see it written all over your face on how badly you wanted to cum, how badly you wanted him to cum.

You clenched around him tighter, that knot snapping and pleasure washing over you. Your arched your back as you came around his cock.

Jay’s breathing was becoming uneven, thrusts getting sloppy and head leaning against your knee, leaving kisses against your skin, “Going to cum soon baby,” he barely said above a whisper, “Going to fill this pretty cunt up with my cum, going to breed you, fuck,”

His eyes closed tightly, his whole body shuddering at the final thrust, his cum painting your walls white. His thrusts slowly came to a stop, his hips pressing hard against yours as the last bit of his seed made its way into your cunt. Jay trailed kisses from your knee and down to your thigh and then finally your lips, releasing your hands from his grip and cupping your face, “I love you so much.”

You sleepily smiled against his lips and before you could respond, your stomach did it for you.

Jay chuckled against your mouth, “Let’s get you cleaned up and get food in that stomach,” he gave you one final kiss and then slowly pulled himself out, making his way to his dresser and taking a clean pair of red-checkered boxers out and coming back to you.

He carefully removed your shorts and panties off your body, using the box of tissues at his nightstand table to clean you up. He could feel your eyes on him, staring at him with so much love, “You always look at me like that while I am taking care of you.”

All you could do was smile, “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”

He smiles and pulls his boxers over your legs and hips, “I’ll wash your clothes for you,” he helps you stand to your feet, holding you close to his chest, “How about after you eat, we watch that movie now, hmm?”

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss him, “I would love that. Almost as much as I love you.”

Jay picked you up in his arms, squeezing you tightly. He didn’t think it would be possible to fall more in love with you every day, yet here he is, another day into your relationship, and more in love with you than yesterday.

—

“Okay, everyone!” Jay’s sister says above the chatter of everyone, her voice doing nothing to silence the area.

Jay takes a look around at everyone, “HEY!” he shouts, “Stinks has something to say!”

The talking stopped, making the restaurant quiet.

“Thank you, big brother!” she said, giving him two finger guns.

Jay just lifts a brow, “Can you just hurry up and tell us why we had to have this big meeting here at my restaurant? I have to open those doors in thirty minutes for business.”

His sister crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes at her brother. You could tell she was nervous and could see the small sweat droplets that were collecting on the sides of her face. You knew what she had planned and how she was going to execute the plan about telling everyone she was pregnant again. From what you were told, when she and Jake found out they were pregnant with Hwa, there wasn’t any plan made to reveal the pregnancy. She told Jake and then Jay just so happened to walk in afterwards. But this time she wanted it to be different, she wanted to be able to tell the ones who mean the most to her all at once. To make it special.

“And we want to eat!” Sunghoon teased, “Need me some protein and Jay has the best chicken here!”

“He honestly does,” Shotaro added, “I’ve never been able to get chicken anywhere since having it here.”

“I personally think the steak is the best here,” Heeseung shrugged, “Way better than the chicken.”

“Jay’s baking is actually top-notch and better than everything else here, sorry not sorry guys!” Yunjin giggled, nudging her elbow into Heeseung’s back.

“Guys, guys,” Jake cleared his throat, “Everything on the damn menu is fantastic, ain’t that right Jay!?”

Jay shrugged, “Flattering me won’t get you free food.”

“Come on man!” Jake groaned.

You noticed how __ started to fidget with her fingers, biting her lower lip and staring off to the floor. The anxiety was starting to eat at her.

You needed to do something.

Hwa was sitting in your lap, her little fingers twisting a plastic spoon around, “Sfoon!” she giggled, showing you the spoon, “Sfoon!”

You pinched her cheek and laid a kiss on your forehead before sliding her out of your lap and to the floor, she stood in place but made eye contact with her father, now showing him the spoon, “Da-da, sfoon!”

Jake held his arms out to his daughter, her little legs making their way to his side, and leaning into his thigh.

You stood from the table and were now at __’s side, “Hey! Can we get back on why we are here!” you shouted, bringing everyone’s attention back where it needed to be.

“Yes, thank you, YN,” she said with a shaky voice.

Jay finally clocked her anxiousness and so did Jake, “Stinks,” her brother took a deep breath, “What’s going on?”

Jake nodded, “Baby, is everything okay?”

“Well, I uhh…” you reached for her hand, interlocking your fingers with hers. She looked at you, as if waiting for the okay. You smile and nod, giving her that support she needs. She smiled back, squeezing your hand, “I have an announcement to make,” she one by one looked at everyone, locking eyes with Jay and Jake lastly, the two most important people in this room to her. Her smile grew wider, “I’m pregnant!” she said, doing a small little dance, “I am pregnant again.”

Jake was at his wife’s side instantly, pulling her into a tight hug and rocking her back and forth, “No fucking way!” he laughed, “We’re pregnant again?!”

“Yes, babe!” she now had tears rolling down her eyes, “We’re going to have another baby.”

Heeseung, Sunghoon, Shotaro, and Yunjin all were now at their side, giving hugs and congratulations. Little Hwa hugged onto her mother's legs and reached her arms up to be held, “You hear that baby girl?” Jake said, picking up his daughter and creating a group hug with her and his wife, “You’ll have a little sibling soon!”

You finally were able to get a hug in with the three of them, “Congratulations, I am so happy for you two!”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows, “You knew didn’t you?”

You gave him a wink and held your index finger to your lips. Hwa was now looking at you, her little spoon being waved around and arms reaching out for you, “YN!” she said with her tiny voice, “Up!”

You took her in your arms, cuddling her close to you, “Hwa will be a big sister!” you tickled her tummy, her laughs filling the restaurant.

Jay was still shocked. He’ll be an uncle of two? He couldn’t ask for anything more. He finally stood from the table, yanking Jake by the back of his hoodie and pulling him from his sister, and embracing her in his arms, “Stinks, I can’t believe it!”

She hugged her big brother back tightly, “I know, it is hard to believe it for me too!”

Jay pulled her back, hands resting on her shoulders, “I’ll be an uncle to two now?!”

Jake wrapped his arm around Jay’s shoulder, “And I’ll be a dad of two…shit is fucking crazy!”

That’s right…

Jay tilted away from his best friend, giving him a dirty look. Jake raises a brow, looking between his wife and Jay, “What?”

“You know what.”

Jake rolled his eyes, “Brother, I told you I was going to knock her up again! She’s my wife!”

__ chuckles and pulls her husband and brother into a tight hug, “I love you both so much.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Jay embraces the both of them. Their little family was growing even more, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

Jay was finally able to open the restaurant, sitting his friends and family down at their normal table and getting Yunjin to start taking customers' orders with him.

Jay focused on putting his family’s order into their new tablets for order taking, pressing each button one by one when Yunjin leaned her arm against his shoulder, “When are the two of you having one?”

“Excuse me?”Jay said with a brow raise, shifting her arm off his shoulder, “I’m your boss while on the clock, don’t forget that.”

Yunjin just rolls her eyes and flips her red hair behind her shoulder, “You know I don’t care,” she shrugs, “Answer my question though, when are you going to knock up my best friend?” With a sigh Jay sets the tablet down on the counter, glaring at her, but she glares back, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s a genuine question! I mean look at her!” she points over to you, “She’s the perfect aunt to Hwa.”

Jay looks back at the table you all sat at, seeing how his niece clung to you as you placed kisses on her small face. Seeing you with Hwa makes his brain go into a spiral. If you were like this with his niece how would you be with his child? He couldn’t get the image of you pregnant out of his head. Carrying his child and starting a family with him and growing the park family even more. It’s always been a thought in his head since the very first moment he saw you with Hwa. Is it a coincidence that you asked him to make a baby not too long ago? He couldn’t stop all these thoughts circulating in his brain.

Your best friend smirks, “You’re so thinking about getting her pregnant.”

Jay quickly looks back at her and tosses the tablet into her hands, “Go take some orders before I fire you.”

She chuckles and turns on her heels, “You won’t fire me. YN wouldn’t allow it.”

Even with a smile on his face, he still rolled his eyes hard.

—

They all clinked their beer glasses together and cheered, the four males chugging down the drinks.

“Dude,” Heeseung said, placing a hand on Jake’s shoulder, “Can’t believe you’ll have two kids soon.”

Sunghoon reached for the basket of chips, “I can’t believe she let you get her pregnant again, isn’t one kid with you enough?” he teased.

Jay laughed, “You’d think so!”

Jake scowls at his friends, “Man, fuck you guys!” he brings his beer glass to his lips, chugging it down.

“Come on,” Jay smiled, “We are just yanking your chain! We are all happy for you.” Which was the truth. Even with all the teasing and overprotectiveness Jay had for him and his sister, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be married to his sister and the father of his niece and future nephew/niece.

“Let’s be honest here though,” Sunghoon said with a mouthful of chips, “You’re going to have a girl again.”

Jake groaned and slumped himself down on the table, “It’ll be over for me if __ is pregnant with another girl.”

“You think it’ll be the end for you,” Heeseung pointed over to Jay, “Jay will lose his shit.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Sunghoon agreed, reaching for more chips, “Him going nuts over Hwa was bad enough.”’

“Manifesting a boy, don’t you worry,” Jay said, flicking his finger against Jake’s forehead, “It’ll be the end of us both if my sister has another girl.”

“I need another drink,” Jake groans, standing from the table, “I’m getting us refills.”

“Get more chips too!” Sunghoon called after him.

Jake returned shortly with another basket of chips and refills for everyone. Each of them chugging down half of their glasses.

The conversation moved from Jake’s future second child to random things about each other's jobs and how Sunghoon’s hockey season was going.

“We could be traveling out of the country for future games,” Sunghoon clapped his hands, “Only if we do good this season.”

“I’m sure you guys will,” Jake shoved his friend’s shoulder, “You guys always kill it!”

Heeseung glances over at Jay, noticing his silence and noticing how Jay stared down at his beer glass and tapped the pad of his index and middle finger against the glass, watching the water droplets slide down.

“You good man?” Heeseung finally asked, causing Jake and Sunghoon to stop talking and look over at Jay, worry on their faces now too.

Jay looked between his three friends, “Yeah, I’m good. Just listening.” He took a sip of his beer.

Heeseung raised his eyebrows, “You don’t ever just listen. Jay, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

His friends all kept their eyes on him, waiting for him to speak. He sighs, knowing he had no choice but to talk, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately about getting YN pregnant.”

Jake’s eyes widened with excitement, mouth smiled wide, “Seriously?! Dude, that's massive!”

Jay wasn’t sure if he should smile or frown, so he decided on an awkward smile.

“Why is this even a debate?” Sunghoon asks, taking notice of the war going on in Jay’s brain, “Why do you sound conflicted?”

Jay took another sip of his beer and then sighed, “A while back, I mentioned to YN about having a baby together. She brushed it off that we weren’t together long enough and still had plenty of time to discuss it.”

“Which is fair,” Heeseung added, “How long were you two dating at that point?”

“Roughly three months.”

Jake blew out a whistle, “Damn and you guys thought I was bad with __.”

Jay glared, kicking his foot under the table against Jake’s shin.

“Anyway,” Sunghoon shoved more chips in his mouth and took a sip of his beer, “Continue the story.”

“The day my sister and YN went apartment shopping for you two,” he pointed at Jake, “When they returned to the apartment, she…” Jay smirked at the memory.

“Okay,” Heeseung waved his hand, “We got it, y’all fucked, get on with it.”

“She mentioned about making a baby, but I don’t know if she actually meant it or was it just a…ya know…”

“A horny moment?” Jake said with a nod of his head.

Jay just nodded, “Wasn’t going to say it like that but yeah, just an in the moment type thing,” Jay grabbed a chip from the basket, “And now that my sister is pregnant again—no thanks to you, Jake—it’s been even more on my mind.”

The table fell silent, but then Jake sat forward, “Let me ask you this,” he twisted his beer glass, “Do you want to have a baby with her?”

Jay didn’t hesitate in his answer, “Yes, I do,” Jake smiled even more, “I’d love to create another life with her,” Jay was the one smiling wide now, “I want a family with YN.”

“My man!” Jake stood to his feet, holding his hand out for Jay to take it, and he did. Squeezing his friend’s hand tightly.

Heeseung and Sunghoon also grasp Jay’s hands. The four of them were laughing loudly.

“Look at us,” Jay said, reaching now for his glass, “We’re all grown up.”

Heeseung titled his head, “Tell me about it. It felt just like yesterday we were all going into kindergarten together.”

They all agreed and laughed more.

“You know,” Jake chuckled, glancing up at the ceiling, “We are both fucked if our women have girls.”

Jay rolled his eyes, “Don’t put that into motion man! I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I haven’t even gotten YN pregnant yet.”

Sunghoon placed a hand on Jay’s shoulder, “With your luck, it will be a girl.”

Jay removed Sunghoon’s hand, glaring at him and making a smart remark.

Deep down Jay knew, there was no way he wasn’t going to have a girl. He could already feel that protectiveness for a baby girl that hasn’t even been created yet.

—

Jay aggressively knocked on your door, bouncing back and forth on each leg from the anticipation of waiting. And waiting he didn’t want to do.

He was about to pound his fist once again against your door but stopped midway at hearing the door unlock and the doorknob turning. Before you could even fully pull the door open for your boyfriend, he was busting in, hands immediately cupping your face and lips attaching to yours.

“Jay,” you said between kisses, trying to reach for the door and close it. Without even leaving your lips, he kicked his foot back, closing the door and removing one of his hands only for a few seconds to lock it in place.

You mumbled his name again, “You’ve been drinking,” you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, his hands sliding from your face to your waist, his eyes filled with so much want and need for you, “Is everything okay?”

Jay smiles, leaning back in and kissing you once again, pulling your body as close as possible to his, “Everything is perfect.” He rubbed his hard cock against your stomach, hands squeezing your ass tightly.

You’ve seen Jay desperate like this before, but this?? This was a different kind of desperation. Not the normal I need you right now type. But a I want nothing more than to love on you right now type. You weren’t complaining, you were so in love with how he was handling you. Loving the way he was desperate to have you right now. It made your panties soaked just thinking about it.

You smiled against his lips, deciding to tease him, “You missed me that much after spending the day with the boys, huh?”

You don’t even know the half of it, my love.

Jay kissed you with more desperation, his brows furrowing and hands sliding their way underneath your shirt, “Let's go to your bedroom, ya?”

You nodded, barely being able to come up for air as he dragged you to your bedroom and connected his mouth to yours once again.

“Babe,” you ask as he slides your shirt off your body, tossing it somewhere off in the room, “What’s on your mind?” you could tell something was present in that brain of his, it’s obvious by his body language.

“Marry me,” he came outright and said it, sliding his shirt and jeans to the floor, “Marry me, baby, please,” he pulled your body back against his, kissing you with even more desperation than earlier. Hands roaming every inch of her skin and removing the rest of your clothing with the movements.

Jay twisted you around and bent you over your bed, pressing his still-clothed cock against your bareness, pushing you forward until the both of you were on the bed, “YN,” he whispered, lips kissing down your neck and onto your shoulders, thumbs looping into his boxers and shoving them down and onto the floor, “Please, marry me.” You understood now why he was feeling so desperate. He was releasing emotions he kept pinned up.

He licked his index, middle, and ring fingers, soaking them completely with his saliva and rubbing them against your cunt, mixing it with your juices before slowly pushing them inside knuckle deep. Jay groans at the way you clench around his fingers as he moves them in and out of you. His cock rubbing against your ass for the friction he needs.

Your hands gripped your bedsheets, letting out soft moans while his fingers worked inside you, curling each time they hit your spot, “Seongie,”

“Say you’ll marry me,” he stopped his movements and removed his fingers from your pussy, now rocking the tip of his cock up and down your folds, “Marry me, please. Become my wife,” pressing his tip to your entrance, he lets out a soft gasp, “Please say you’ll marry me.”

You lift yourself up on your elbows to look back at him, seeing the pleading look he was giving you. The way he held your hips with such care and the love he held in his eyes. He fully meant his words. You smile at him, “I’ll marry you.”

With those words, he pushed himself into you, his hips connecting to your ass, and held himself there, pushing as far as he possibly could into you to kiss your cervix completely, “You’ll marry me?”

“Yes, Park Jongseong,” you lay your head down on the bed, rocking your hips against him in hopes he starts moving, “I’ll marry you, I’d want nothing more than to become your wife.”

That’s all it took. That small amount of confirmation from you and he was fucking into you fast and hard, fingers gripping tightly to your hips as he shoved you down into him with each of his thrusts. He couldn’t believe it. You’re going to marry him. Going to be stuck with him forever.

“Ughhh fuuucccckkkkk,” Jay moans, throwing his head back at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last at this rate, not with the feeling of you agreeing to marry him that was filling up his heart and mind. Jay also wanted to get you pregnant. The thought was enough to make him want to cum right now, “Lemme knock you up,” was his next words, his hands leaving your hips and pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, yanking you up and pressing your back against his chest. One hand held the front of your neck, not enough to choke you, but enough pressure was put to make your head spin. His other hand moved down to your stomach, pressing hard to feel his length move against your walls, “Oh, fuck please, let me knock you up.”

You threw your head back against his shoulder, relishing in the pleasure he was making you feel. His lips attached to yours, tongue sliding past your lips and exploring your cavern. It made you feel dizzy, seeing stars every time you blinked or held your eyes closed for too long. This sex was different from the normal that you’d have with Jay. There was so much more feeling behind, more love and lust and want and need. You weren’t sure if it was because he asked you to be his wife and to impregnate you, or if every ounce of love Jay had was spilling over the top. You assumed it was both.

“Let me get you pregnant,” he said again, biting at your lower lip and giving it a soft pull then releasing it. He rested his forehead on yours, brow furrowing and eyes squinting shut as he fucked into you, his orgasm fast approaching and he knew he’d burst at any moment.

You were also close to your orgasm, mostly with how he pressed his hand tighter and tighter against your stomach and making you clench around his cock more.

“Let’s make a baby, ya?” he whispers, thrusts getting sloppier but never losing their pace, “You said you wanted to.”

His fingers now worked against your clit, your body shuddering and mouth falling open as you came around him, nodding your head as quickly as you could, “Please,” you breath, “Seongie, please get me pregnant.”

And you meant it. You want to make a family with him. He’s your soulmate. Your forever. He was it. Nothing would be better than him or come above him besides the little specks of life the two of you create together.

“Yessss,” he breathes out in a smile. Fucking his hips faster into your cunt, feeling himself about to burst, “Going to cum in this pussy all night and every single day and every chance I get until you’re pregnant. This pussy is mine to breed and holy fuck will I breed it good.”

The final three thrusts were what he had left before shooting his seed deep in your cunt, groans leaving his lips as the white ropes filled you whole.

You both took deep breaths in, smiling and laughing uncontrollably together. Right when you thought you could turn around and face him, he was shoving your face down into the pillows, “You thought we were done?” he teased, his cock still hard against your walls as he fucked his cum in you, “We are going all night until we can’t. I’m going to get you pregnant.”

You smirked against the sheets, it was going to be a long and fun night.

—

You pace around your best friend's bedroom, biting at your nails.

“If you’re so worried about it, why don’t we go buy some tears?” Yunjin suggested, tilting her head to the side, “This is what the two of you wanted, right?”

This was exactly what you and Jay wanted. But you still couldn’t help but wonder if you’re running late for your period or…if it’s not coming.

It’s been about two months since you and Jay not only got engaged, but decided to try and get pregnant. Jay kept true to his word on cumming in you every chance he got, so it was purely a matter of time before it actually happened. And all you can do is pray it finally did.

You looked over at your friend and nodded, “I’d like that. Can we go now?”

She gave you a soft smile, “Of course, I’ll even drive.”

You couldn’t keep your hands off your tummy the entire drive to and from the store to pick up the pregnancy tests as if holding your body would manifest a small spark of life. Once back at her apartment, she gave you the privacy to piss on the sticks in her bathroom and continued to let you pace around her apartment until it was time to check the tests.

“You think it’s been enough time yet?” You asked nervously, twisting your fingers.

“YN,” she sighs, “Let’s just go check them. I think you’re worried for nothing.”

She could be right, but also she could be wrong. All you could really do was check and see. What’s the worst that could happen?

She followed behind you to the bathroom, stopping at the sink where the tests sat.

“You ready?” she asked you, taking your hand in hers.

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Let’s get this over with.”

You now find yourself sitting on the couch of the Parks/Sims/Lee residence, holding little Hwa in your arms as you both watch a baby show on the television.

Jay’s sister sat in the recliner chair, her hand resting on the small baby bump that was starting to form. Heeseung was passed out on the couch beside you, his mouth slightly open and head resting against the back of the couch. Sunghoon just finished making a bowl of popcorn and was carefully slipping pieces of the buttery goodness into Heeseung’s mouth.

“Wonder how much I can fit in there before he wakes up,” Sunghoon giggles, giving Hwa a wink as she giggles with him.

“Hoon!” she giggles. He placed a finger to his lips. She giggled softer and mimicked her tiny finger to her lips.

You rested your head on hers, pulling her tighter to your chest.

The front door opened, causing Heeseung to wake up right when Sunghoon was popping the sixth popcorn into his mouth.

“What the fuck?!” Heeseung snapped with a mournful, chewing the snack anyway, “What is wrong with you?”

“You were drooling, Hee,” __ said, “It was quite funny.”

“What was funny?” Jake smiled as he walked into the living room, Jay following right behind him.

Jake stood at his wife’s side, pressing a kiss to her temple, “Hoon was stacking popcorn into Heeseung’s mouth while he was asleep.”

Hwa reached her arms out for her father, so you stood up and handed her over to Jake, “How many did he get in there?”

Sunghoon sat down on the couch beside Heeseung, a smirk wide on his face, “Six. Almost seven.”

Everyone laughed except Heeseung, “You’re all going to hell!” he said with a roll of his eyes, “Stacking food in a poor man’s mouth while he sleeps? Ridiculous!”

“Maybe he thought you were hungry?” Jay teased, then looked over at you and waved you over to him, he could see you deep in thought, “Hey, what’s wrong?” he whispered once you were at his side, “Want to talk about it?”

You bit your lip and looked around at everyone in the room, then slowly nodded, “In the room?”

Jay nodded, and more concern washed over him. He wanted until the door to his bedroom was closed before pulling you close to him, “Baby, talk to me. What’s up?”

You fiddled with the collar of his shirt, “How was working with Jake today?”

He creased his brows, “It was fine, a major project is coming up that I am helping him with. But that’s not important right now, don’t beat around the bush, just tell me what’s wrong.”

You pulled away from him, “My period is late.”

Jay was quick to pull you back, “It is?” You could see the sparkle of hope in his eyes, “Does that mean…?”

You pulled away from him again and walked to his bed where your bags for the night sat, digging through it and pulling out a small rectangle green box, turning back around, and handing it to him.

He looked at you, trying to read your eyes. He had to admit, he was terrified. Terrified of what this meant and what was in this box. But nevertheless, his eyes were still filled with hope. With shaky hands, he pulled off the lid, seeing a pregnancy test sitting on top of some white gift paper.

He let out a shaky breath, looking up at you, “You’re pregnant?”

You smile wide, nodding your head, “Yes,” he pulled you into his arms, rocking the two of you back and forth, “We’re going to be parents,” you whispered in his ear, planting kisses to the side of his face.

“I’m going to be a dad,” he could feel the tears swelling in his eyes, “You’re going to be a mom. Oh my god we did it, baby, we did it.”

You clung onto him tighter, “We did. We finally did.”

After two long months of trying, the thing you and Jay wanted the most finally happened. The two of you were starting a family. Growing the one you already had even bigger.

“Oh my god,” He pulled back a fit, cupping your face, “Hwa will have her first cousin!”

You nodded, “She will, she’ll be the best big cousin!”

Jay pulled you back to him, his smile not fading. All he could do was hold you. No amount of words or kisses to your face and lips was enough to state just how happy he was at this moment. He was going to be a father and you a mother. You’ll be his wife. And the two of you would officially be a family.

What more could he ask for?

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