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diddiqueen · 2 days
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hi i dont know if a midnight miracle is done with but can you maybe do a part three of the night the baby is born or how ellie & the reader are dealing with motherhood. thank u <3
A midnight miracle (part three)
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A/N: Thank you for your request💞 Sorry I took some time, I have been busy with a lot atm but I hope you like it:)
Part one, part two
BEFORE YOU READ: masterpost on how you can educate yourself on and help Palestine
🩵Motherhood was different from what you had expected, sure you never thought it was gonna be easy, but this was something else
🩵One night in December you woke up, sweat dripping down your back, in pain
🩵The pain almost felt like period cramps, though not as painful and it disappeared as quick as you noticed it so you tried to fall back asleep
🩵Some hours later you woke up again and the cramps had intensified so you walked to the bathroom in search for a painkiller
🩵Just when you reach the bathroom you felt some liquid dripping down your legs even though you didn’t really feel the need to pee
🩵A sound was heard from behind the bathroom door and quickly Ellie came into view
🩵“Hey babe, why are you up? It’s 5 in the morning”. Her voice was raspy and tired
🩵“I think my water broke”
🩵“Oh shit”
🩵Ellie started panicking for a moment before she helped you to prepare the bad you had packed for the birth
🩵It took a couple of hours for the contractions to come regular enough for you to be allowed into the hospital but just when they got - Ellie didn’t hesitate a moment before shoving you into the car and start driving
🩵She hated seeing you in pain, I mean which partner liked to see their lover endure something like that?
🩵When it was finally time to push, Ellie tried to soothe you by talking sweet nonsense but you were really not in the mood
🩵“Shut the fuck up, Ellie”, you yelled at your poor wife
🩵She understood though that you weren’t irritated at her, just that you were so exhausted from the pain
🩵When the baby finally came out, Ellie cried so hard and even more when she saw her baby girl laying on your chest
🩵Finally she had her little family that she had always dreamed of
💝If it was anyone who could compete in the crying challenge it was Joel when he met the baby for the first time
💝He got to hold her and watch her pretty little face as she slept
💝Her fingers where so small and gripped onto his pinky
💝As a gift, Joel had bought her a shirt that said “I have the best grandpa” which he convinced you to let her wear
🌸In the beginning, Ellie felt very insecure as a mother
🌸She had doubts about not being good enough as she never had a mother of her own and that that would make her a bad one for some reason
🌸You comforted her and whispered into her ears how perfect she was with your little girl and how great mum she was as you laid in bed after a long day
🌸Even though they weren’t connected by blood, Ellie still felt a strong connection to her child and it grew stronger when she saw how similar the baby was to you, her wife
🌸After giving birth though, you were exhausted and it took some time, obviously, before you came back into your feet again
🌸Ellie helped you with everything she could and doten on the little baby when you were too tired to
🥕You never really had pregnancy craving but to your surprise, the breastfeeding cravings was crazy for you
🥕Everything from cooked carrots to toasts with moldy cheese and jam, maybe not that crazy
🥕Then it spiraled out of control
🥕You always made Ellie tried all your weird food combinations and make her rate them
🥕“Come on babe”
🥕“I’m not gonna eat rice and chocolate sauce”
🥕“It’s delicious, I promise you”
🥕“You’re disgusting”
🥕“You love it”
🦖For your child’s first Halloween, Ellie obviously dressed her in a dinosaur costume
🦖She begged you to hold the baby so she could take a hundred pictures and send them to Joel
🦖It was her backgrounds photo for a long time
🦖Ellie really loved dressing your girl up and it became her thing as a mother
🦖She adored matching clothes with herself
🦖So now your baby girl looked like a masc lesbian 😭
💞Motherhood definitely wasn’t easy, some days were harder than others but you wouldn’t swap it for anything in the world
💞Your wife and daughter was everything you needed
A/N: 😭😭😭 this is so cute I want a baby (just not the responsibilities) and an Ellie. Also, I have never given birth nor had a child to take care of so sorry if this is inaccurate lol
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sforzesco · 9 months
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Allow me, if you will, a moment to go absolutely rabid over your blog and everything that goes on here. I’ve always loved history but the USA hardly likes teaching anything that isn’t American History. I’ve forgotten how much I love WORLD history, specifically the rise and fall of empires.
I’ve been smothering myself in your posts and I love it ALL. JC, Pompey, Crassus, Sulla, Octavian, Antony, Cassius, and Brutus. Wow what a mood. You don’t miss on your references or your modern AU’s and I’m over here like- I’m trying to buy whatever web comic you put out, book you write, etc.
Also, if you’d be so kind to list some material with like themes to start breaking into these topics. Preferably materials in English or translated materials.
HELL YEAH LET'S GO
if you really want to start on the ground floor for breaking into something, I'd recommend my personal favorite approach which is picking the figure that's most interesting to you, reading through plutarch's biography on them (free! online! in english!) and then putting their name through a jstor search and reading whatever sounds fun.
other than that, the primary theme I've been wandering around in lately, so these are the materials I've been really enjoyed related to that:
The Deaths of the Republic: Imagery of the Body Politic in Ciceronian Rome, Brian Walters
The Game of Death in Ancient Rome: Arena Sport and Political Suicide, Paul Plass
Ideology in Cold Blood: A Reading of Lucan's Civil War, Shadi Bartsch
Statius and Virgil: The Thebaid and the Reinterpretation of the Aeneid, Randall T. Ganiban
Rome, Blood & Power, Gareth C Sampson
I also have a comparatives tag where I play connect the dots with texts that made my brain go brrr
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hi wholesome post archive i love u
hello hello!!! thank you for the love and for reaching out to me with it!!
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minasweep · 8 months
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top 5 fruits!!!!!! <33
STRAWBERRIES !!!! 🍓
omg I could go on for AGES of how much strawberries mean to me !!! They have so much sentimental value to me from the strawberry milk I'd pick out at the store when I'd go on family fishing trips to every strawberry season coming home after school to find a crate of strawberries on the table sent over by my aunt from a local festival !!!
PEACHES 🍑
the best peaches I've ever had in my life were Georgia peaches from a makeshift stand on the side of the road near an intersection that were so juicy and sweet we haven't been able to find ANY that can begin to compete with the memory of them but we still look every time we go shopping for fruit!
CHERRIES 🍒
gonna b real cherries have more sentimental value to me (specifically maraschino cherries) bc a wonderful guy I know told me the story of how they're his favorite because his mom would bring them home for him from her job and that story sticks w me so much ♡ (black cherry is also such a good flavor!!!)
MANGO 🥭
what I wouldn't give rn. at this very moment. for a mango fruit cup with tajin and chamoy. so sweet so wonderful also there's that mbmbam bit abt a hypothetical mango cult from yahoo answers what's not to love !!!
PINEAPPLE 🍍
if it didn't cut my tongue after so many bites I'd eat it so much more frequently vv similar to my love for mangos it's always wonderful in a fruit cup !!!
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cmoundiamante · 12 days
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OWN LITTLE P*RN STAR ✦ P.SH
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pairing professor!sunghoon x afab!reader
summary Making porn videos was your job, dedicating each one of those to your professor was a feeling. He watched those videos one by one, but that was a coincidence.
genre smut, college!au, one shot
warnings age gap (psh 37. reader 23), petnames (honey, good girl, doll, bitch, babe.), reader is a pornstar, idols mentions, masturbation, use of sex toys, squirting, sex tape, swearing, dirty talk, nipple play, daddy kink, blowjob, titsjob, spanking, unprotected sex, cowgirl, doggy, creampie.
a/n hello everyone!! BTW TYSM FOR THE 100 FOLLOWERS YALL ARE THE BEST. here is what u ask for, tbh i get horny writing this, i hope u too (; also i wanna explain something about the taglist, there were some blogs that i couldn’t tag idk why, so i will just send a message to the person who asked it with the link of the os. i remind u, english is not my first language so pls be kind (: any correction will be considered, not only to improve reading but also for my learning ^^ don’t forget to reblog or leave a comment 🩶 IMPORTANT there was a misunderstanding when i said i was going to delete it,i meant that i was going to delete the taglist (which had a lot of notes, that's why I put the link of the os there, tysm btw🥹), I'M NOT GOING TO DELETE THE ONE SHOT.
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Your legs were shaking from your third orgasm. The vibrator stimulated your clit forming convulsions all over your body, you had a knot tied in your stomach that you were soon going to untie. You moaned in the hottest way you could to satisfy the viewer, talking dirty and screaming at the overstimulation. Your eyes rolled back, yet you were the only one who could appreciate and feel that. "Daddy, I'm co-" without being able to finish the sentence, you came undone for last time, at the same time the most pornographic moan that could be heard in that video, being unable to properly spin a sentence to say goodbye, so you simply turned off the camera, which could have almost been ruined by being soaked in your liquids.
The body tiredness you had was dominating your whole body, but you couldn't leave everything dirty now, you were grateful that you did it on the floor instead of on the mattress. Naked as you were, you grabbed the mop and began to wipe away the moisture you had left behind, until it was completely dry and odorless. You put on your pajamas, wanting to sleep, but you had something to do first, which was to study for your biology exam.
There were 2 weeks left for that exam, but it depended on your life to pass it, the professor of that subject was one of the most demanding in your university, so it was convenient for you to study.
You made porn videos, but you also had another kind of future planned, a bit ironic isn't it? No one knew about this part of your life, not your family, not anyone from that community, not your best friend, absolutely no one. The idea came one completely random day when you were ovulating, you came up with the idea of recording yourself masturbating, clearly without showing your face, and uploading that video to PornHub. You didn't expect that video to have the views it did, but thanks to that video you kept doing it , you started to generate income, you bought more materials and sex toys to also make other types of content. But it was just your secret.
You opened the biology book and started reading the concepts you had to learn for your exam. You liked that subject, but you liked your teacher better. It wasn't just the need to get good grades to make him proud of you, but you also wanted to get his attention somehow.
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The next morning, when you opened your eyes, you realized that you had fallen asleep studying, you were so sleepy that you didn't realize where you had finished reading. When you saw the time you didn't wake up, as you were lucky to have woken up at a time when you had time to get ready to leave. On your way to college you went the whole trip with headphones, from the time you got on the bus to the time you sat at your desk, waiting for your best friend to arrive, who by the way, hadn't answered your messages since yesterday afternoon.
The students were coming in and your friend wasn't coming, so you decided to send her a message.
you: bitch, where the fuck are u now?
bestie🩵: IM OMW
bestie🩵: i just woke up, i wasn't home and i fell asleep late last night
you: where have u been?
bestie🩵: …
bestie🩵: wait for me to get there
When your friend arrived it wasn't long after that message, but she only got a glance from literature professor, Jake. "Did you see the time, miss?" your friend shrugged. "My apologies, sir." You knew her well enough to recognize that she was weird. She sat down at the desk in front of you, put her backpack on the floor, and turned to look at you. "I did something wrong yesterday." Her face looked frightened. "But I don't regret about anything."
"What? Did you kill someone?" she shook her head. "Bitch, you didn't tell me anything, what have you done?" she looked around to make sure no one was listening to her conversation. To all this you thought, how serious was what she did? "Professor Sim." there's no way. "Girl, don't tell me that-" "I slept with him." On the one hand you felt happy for her, it was her platonic love since you both entered college together. You opened your mouth showing surprise even though you already knew how the sentence was going to finish, however she didn't let you speak, re-limiting something. "If I could do it, so could you."
"Nah, he's yours, thank you so much for the offer anyway." "Who told you it was going to be with Jake?" she subconsciously screamed, capturing stares from some of your classmates, thankfully not Jake's. You gave her a light blow on the arm. "I've seen you look at Professor Park during class," she whispered near you. "You eat his bulge with your eyes."
You laughed, agreeing with her. "Maybe... Anyway, it's just an erotic desire." The two of you were shameless to talk about these kinds of topics in public, but you were both willing to break the taboo. "If I were him I'd fuck you, you're too sexy just to exist." you smiled covering your cheeks. "You flatter me."
"Okay, speaking about Sunghoon, how are you doing with your studies?" As you listened to her talk, you opened your backpack to take out your belongings and put them on top of the desk. "I have it under control, but I have a question about some concept." Your friend, who was practically doing the same thing as you, gave you a mischievous look. "You already have an excuse to go see him today." Jake's voice was present in the classroom, you saw your friend startled, but when you realized it you noticed how Jake's eyes fell on her, having a peculiar gleam.
These two…
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You walked through the empty hallways of the place wishing that the principal wouldn’t see you walking there, as you could be scolded for not being in the classroom during class hours. The professors room had a window overlooking the hallway, the blinds in the distance seemed to be closed, but when you got closer you noticed that they were not closed at all, so you peeked through the small strip that showed the inside of the room, and there you noticed his silhouette, you recognized him the moment you saw him.
You looked away from his computer and were perplexed for a few seconds before reacting again, because you never thought that one of your professors would be watching your videos, much less in a place like a university. You paid attention to your video and realized that it was the one you had dedicated to him, ‘thinking about my teacher while I cum’ Was it a coincidence? You didn't know it, but what you did know is that the heat quickly went down to your core. Again, your eyes moved to his arm, which even though it was with his back to you, you could see how he was making movements, letting you know that he was touching himself.
You didn't want to interrupt him, but your questions were also important, so you knocked on the door. You waited a few long seconds for him to open the door, and when your eyes met you didn't hesitate to scan him as well as possible in a few seconds, to see what you had done to him. The first thing you both connected were your eyes, which by some rays of light that came through the windows you could tell that his pupils were dilated, his characteristic pale cheeks were tinged with crimson red, his clothes were a little out of place but there you stopped, you didn't want to go any lower. Chances are, if you hadn't seen that scene, you wouldn't have paid the slightest bit of attention to what Sunghoon looked like now. "Miss Y/S" Damn, your last name came out so sexy coming out of her mouth.
"Do I interrupt something? I just wanted to know if I could ask you something about the exam." That question was misleading considering you'd seen everything. "Not at all, wanna come in?" you nodded. He opened the door wider and stepped aside to let you in, you saw that his computer was closed, but the same thought invaded your mind constantly, so you couldn't stop smiling. "Take a seat, please." He grabbed one of the chairs that was above the table and pulled it back so that you sit down, by inertia, you agreed to his gentlemanly behavior, followed by that he took a seat in front of you. In your hands was the big biology book that Professor Park made you read, grandly you only had to read the first 100 pages for this exam.
"I have a query about neurons." You started turning the pages of the book, getting to the section you needed. "You need to be more specific." that he sits in front of you was completely in vain, as he stood up again to get behind you. You felt his warmth emanating from his body when his hand landed on your shoulder, yet he didn't notice you, but what you saw in the book. "Unless you don't understand anything about neurons." You've found the neuron schema page you've been looking for. "I wanted to know how the chemical signals of neurons work."
"Okay, listen." He put his index finger on top of the outline. You didn't deny it, his finger was also attractive. How you wished it was inside you. "When the electrical signal reaches the axon terminal of a neuron, it stimulates the release of special chemicals. Do you remember what those are called?” "No." "Don't answer that fast, think about it." his minty breath slammed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and also automatically reminding you of the answer to the question Park asked you. "Neurotransmitters." he smiled sideways. "Well done. They then move in the synapses to the other neurons, and in that way it stimulates or perceives the..." At this point you just listened attentively as he explained it to you because his voice sounded sensual doing it and to his hand, of which you didn't think any wrong thoughts.
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You had to repeat your way through the corridors, you couldn't go to sleep without first studying a whole concept and understanding everything, this was the case, you understood absolutely everything, but you wanted to pretend that you didn't to have an excuse to see him again and fantasize about him. You went to the professors room, the window blinds were open, but you didn't see anyone inside the room. You also went in to look for the schedule of teachers, looking for Professor Park's name. His schedule said he was now teaching in Course F.
Again you walked through the corridors, making sure no other teacher was in the same place as you, but you felt a hand on your shoulder as you climbed the stairs. "You can't be here, Miss Y/S" although it was a petty scolding, it was to the person you were looking for. "I was actually looking for you." When he looked down and saw that you were with the book again, he gave a slight laugh. "More doubts?" you nodded embarrassedly, he started looking around and gestured for you to follow him. You finished climbing the steps and to your surprise, you both didn't went the classroom that Sunghoon was assigned to be in now, you were in a completely empty one. He left his briefcase on top of the desk and sat down in front of it, legs spread and letting you have any imagination free.
"Don't you have a class to teach?" you walked over and put your book on the same desk on which he floored his briefcase, waiting for him to refuse to leave you alone now. "They can wait a few minutes, plus you can tell you're working hard, you deserve it." You grabbed a chair and sat down in front of him, but you didn't realize that you had put the chair too close, causing your legs to almost rub against each other. "Thank you." you expressed gratitude, no remorse that there are people losing class time because of a teacher who is wasting their time with you. "Your voice is known to me from somewhere." When you heard that, you couldn't help but stare at him, feeling the blood boil and expand throughout your body.
"What do you mean, sir?" By the way, you said the same nickname you used for the video he was watching the other day. Sunghoon covered his mouth to cough, but you sensed his nerves. "That doesn't matter, let's mov-" "Who do I remind you of?" I stare into your eyes letting a silence invade the area uncomfortably, he smiled and let out a faint cynical laugh, leaving you somewhat confused. Your face changed completely. "Do you think I didn't notice?" He was playing the innocent for all this time and you didn't realize it, he recognized you. "What are you talking about?" he interrupted. "SluttyMila, isn't you?" he mentioned your porn name, getting up from the chair and getting close, very close to you. You already knew that this moment could happen, but for some reason you kept trembling under his intimidating gaze. "I don't know what are you talking about." Your voice trembled. "Don't you know what I'm talking about? your voice, the mole on your collarbone, the shape of your body, the way you said ‘sir’... I've paid attention to the smallest detail."
He came closer to you spreading your legs with one of his, your chin was caught by his hands, in that instant you felt captured by him. "Every damn video naming me, isn't it? Do you wanna fuck your teacher?" he asked. You started to feel a little drunk, feeling the need to open up, to tell him all your sins. "Maybe, sir..." "You need to be more specific." It took you a while to answer. "Yes, sir." even though your gaze didn't lower, the metallic sound made you realize that he was unbuckling his belt. "Nice to meet you, SluttyMila."
"Nice to meet this side of you." You tried to lose the embarrassment by helping him with his pants, starting to pull down the fly to meet his boxers, decorated with an aura of wetness in those, clearly caused by you. "Can I help you with something?" the hand resting on your chin began to massage your cheek, then his eyes disconnected from you for a quick glance at the hallways. The two of you were on the top floor of the whole building, which is normally the one where there are fewer courses and fewer people wandering around, so you weren't going to waste the moment. He looked at you again. "Maybe I can help you with something." Your attention was focused on him as you heard him say that. You never really focused your attention on anything other than him, his hands, his shapely face, his moles, how his bulge is marked when he turns on his side... But you couldn't miss the opportunity to have him as close as you are now, you were able to access everything he tells you. "What is it?"
"Make money." His words fell on you like a bucket of cold water one by one. "Let's make a sex tape together."
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Your doorbell rang, so you stopped dealing with the direction of the camera and went open the door. It was Saturday, that day you pleasantly accepted Professor Park's proposal and you decided to get together today to make your… video. You were dressed in a semi-open white shirt, a blue plaid mini skirt and a blue tie, and obviously the outfit had to show a lot of skin. When you opened the door and Sunghoon saw you dressed like this, he couldn't hold back leaving his mouth shut. "You're gonna catch flies." A professor coming to your house was already frowned upon, it would be much more frowned upon if people knew why they came to your house.
"You look magnificent." was all he could say. "Are you serious, or do you mean it because I'm half-naked?" you stepped aside, letting the man into your house. You were always careful about who you let into your house, something you learned from your mother is to always be on the lookout for the man's next move, but he was a special case, and it felt the same way when your hands started brushing against him while inspecting the house. "You really are very pretty, Miss T/S." he held the hand you tried to touch him with, planting a tender kiss on the back. "Or should I call you Mila?"
"Not yet, unless you want to start now." He clearly realized the attitude switch you had. At home you were very provocative, bold, you probably had the audacity to do many more things that you refused to do at school. "I wouldn't want to wait knowing that you tortured me all week, honey." He was right, during the whole week it was nothing more than passionate kisses and a rubbing of private parts, the rest was taken care of separately by each one at home. The steps you were taking took him further and further back, getting very close to the couch where you guys were going to record. He subconsciously fell on top of the couch, so you took advantage and sat on top of his lap.
"What do we have to do?" his mischievous hand planted itself on one of your thighs, caressing you. "Have sex, we're just going to be filmed. Be free to do whatever you want with my body." You began to unbutton your tie. "It's the least I can do to keep you waiting a long time." When he noticed, he noticed the black lingerie you were wearing underneath your white shirt, which was showing through.
"The camera is already recording, why don't you start?" you whispered in his ear. Your tie slipped over your shirt to end up on the floor, Sunghoon without a second thought caught your lips in a voracious way, but very similar to how he had done the previous times. You felt his sexual devotion when the hand resting on your thigh moved into your bare ass, as the skirt didn't quite cover it.
Even though your back was turned, you knew that the camera was capturing the scene. Sunghoon's hand encouraged you to start moving on top of him even though his bulge was already grown, causing some grunts from him. Your tongue caught all his senses, there's no place in Sunghoon's mouth that your tongue hasn't gone through, it was an avalanche of lust. "Turn around."
You listened to him, making your back touch his abdomen. Sunghoon's tongue didn't stop making contact with your body, he kept biting and sucking on your neck as if his life depended on it. His teeth were so white and shiny and his fangs sharp, now you knew how they felt on your skin. The hands you always dreamed of approached the buttons of your shirt, slowly unbuttoning them to leave you exposed with your black lingerie, which if you were really honest, if you saw from the camera you could see how your hard nipples through the fabric.
"Are you wearing this for me?" the shirt fell off your shoulders leaving you bare-chested, Professor Park brought his hand up to your mouth and had you suck on his index finger, resting it back on your already hard nipples. You were so focused on how his hands were working that you subconsciously forgot to answer his question. "I bet you do." your arms were handcuffed by his body, leaving him completely unable to do anything.
The hand that was on your hip went down, starting to fiddle with the hem of your miniskirt. "Touch me," you demanded desperately. "What did you say?" you felt a slight pain in your scalp, not realizing that Sunghoon's hand left your abdomen, to focus on exerting force on your hair. "Touch me, please," you repeated. "Where are your manners? Is that how your parents taught you to ask for-?" "Daddy, please." you interrupted. Your eyes stared at the camera in front of you, watching a smirk form on Sunghoon's face. "Good girl."
He freed your hair and automatically his hand slipped into your skirt, but instead of going up, he reached for the bottom, lifting the fabric. The panties were made of the same fabric as the bra, forcing Sunghoon to visualize your pelvis through the camera. Without thinking much about it, he put his hand under the fabric to start massaging you, sliding his fingers and surprised by the ease of how they moved. "We didn't do much, are you really that wet?" your mouth let out nothing but incoherent sounds that sweetened Sunghoon's ear. "Yeah..." That was all you could say.
He continued to rub against the outside of your pussy and then focused your attention on your clit, generating more sounds coming from your mouth. "Daddy... Just like that." You turned your head to see him, but you had no reaction when you felt his kisses back against your lips. Now it wasn't just the nipple where he massaged his finger, but the entirety of your breast.
The movements were becoming more constant and your legs were shaking like jelly. "Don't cum yet, honey." It was hard if you kept up that pace, plus you had already overheated yourself, there was no way to hold back an ejaculation. The finger that was on your clitoris happened to be inside you while her thumb replaced it.
He kept playing you and the rhythm was speeding up. As you continued to sit on his lap, his bulge rubbing against your lower part was present. You smiled, but if you didn't want to come you had to think fast, and the only thing that came out was: "Let me take care of you." He looked at you, enough to inspect your entire face, it took him a while to leave you but luckily for you, he agreed.
His grip eased, and when you tried to stand up your legs were weak, but you still managed to accommodate the camera. When you knelt down, his eyes connected, and without taking your eyes off him you began to unbuckle his belt, and then took it off and put it on top of the chair. Then you opened the fly to find his black boxers, unfortunately you couldn't notice the stains of precum, but you could notice the great relief that his length created. You pulled down his boxers and that came out excited to be captured by your mouth. "You’re so big," you whispered. You appreciated it for a while, pulling out some features. It was not very wide, it was extremely long, his pelvis was hairless, and his tip was baby pink colored, decorated with that viscous liquid that his excitement caused.
Tongue working on his dick and your hands using his balls as a squeeze. "Good girl, keep it up." I was cursing you inside for tease him so much, yet he felt like he was in heaven. "You're being so good to me." You felt a metallic noise from behind Sunghoon, you already knew what it was. 'The belt' was the first thing that came to mind. You didn't want to look at what he was doing, but when you least expected it, a burning in your left buttock startled you. But there was nothing to stop you now, it was still a pleasurable burning.
One of the things you were disgusted with was swallowing the cum, so when you started to feel him close, instead of using your mouth, you tucked him length between your bra-covered tits to masturbate him. You looked at the camera and bit your lip, living it and seeing it from another perspective, at the same time warmed you up enough to start rubbing yourself against the floor. Another lash accompanied by a kiss came as a surprise, causing both mouths to mingle your grunts.
In the middle of the kiss you felt a liquid spread over your breasts, although you were curious to see what it looked like, you couldn't tear yourself away from Sunghoon's soft lips, who refused to let you go. The belt? you didn't know where it was because Professor Park put his hands on your cheeks, making you understand that he wasn't holding anything, but that wasn't really of interest to you now.
Without separating yourself from the kiss you removed his dick from your breasts and climbed back into his lap, the kisses went down to your neck, where he had already left his marks, but you needed more of them. Below you was still his biggest friend, who to your surprise had become hard again. You moved at the same rate as your teacher's lips moved, causing the tip to brush against your entrance through your panties.
The hands that were on your cheeks, went towards your ass, massaging it in circles to be seen by the camera. You didn't really know if you could see the scene then, because you didn't even get up to set up the camera, but you needed to enjoy it to the fullest without having any worries.
No matter how hard you tried to reach him, his needy lips parted from you. You felt overwhelmed having his heavy gaze on you, your mouth wouldn't close from taking puffs of air, you felt so intimidated that you just lowered your head, trying to hide from him. "You look gorgeous breathless." Those words came into your system generating pleasure in your clit, which was rubbing against his penis. "Do I?" he chuckled. "Of course you do." You were going to have to cut these parts if you were actually going to upload the video. You wanted to have these clips just for you.
"Are you ready to feel even better?" Even with your head down, he could see your smile. One of her hands moved from your ass to your cunt, to drag the fabric that covered it and line up his pink tip at your entrance. "I'm ready, da- oh shit." buried himself inside you without warning. Without complaining, you started to get used to his length, which didn't take long to stimulate your g-spot. Your hands rested on his shoulders so as not to throw you off balance, raising and lowering your body so that finally the two of you are one. You seem to squeeze him so well that he let out his first moans.
"You’re squeezing me too much, doll." Sunghoon's hands grabbed your thighs to help you move, your skins clashing creating a rhythmic and constant noise, also being harmonized by Sunghoon's grunts and your moans. "Fuck my pussy just li-fuck." you felt just like all the videos you dedicated to him multiplied by a thousand, really his dick was better than any thought, than any fucking sex toy, than any finger fucking session you could ever have.
You couldn't think coherently because of the wonders his cock was doing inside you. You rested your head on the hand resting on Sunghoon's shoulder, holding back the fact that you were close, squeezing Sunghoon's dick more than you should, who, by the way, knew a lot about body language and had noticed. "C’mon slut, you can take it a while longer." The movements quickened and your moans increased in volume without stunning Sunghoon, instead he enjoyed them more than any other female moan. His thrusts got harder and harder, you squeezed him harder, and the patience Park had for you was over.
Your body was quite small compared to his, so it was easy for him to manipulate it. You didn't understand at what point you were left on all fours, motionless by your arms chained by Sunghoon's and your hunched back. Your moans came out easily in this position, you felt that the way he touched your sweet spot was different.
You turned your head to see the camera, but it was impossible with your hairs covering your face, however through them you could see the silhouette of Sunghoon making you his property. Ever since you started college you've been longing for this moment. Sunghoon was your biology teacher every year since you started college, you prayed day and night that the following year you would have him back as a teacher, no sooner said than done, the universe listened to you and gave you the luxury of seeing him every week. You couldn't help but let out a moan.
Sunghoon let go of your arms and with his buried your head in the soft fabric of the couch, hiding you and drowning out your moans. You chewed on the cloth trying to avoid making too much noise, but you were confused by not feeling the same pace as before. "Bitches that don't moan don't deserve dick, do they?" As much as his hand pressed against your head, his deep voice managed to convince you to let go of the fabric that was between your teeth, this caused Park to speed up again, making you squirm.
"Gonna fill up this cunt so bad." His free hand squeezed your ass, while the other let go of your hair's grip. "You are my own little porn star, don't you?" you nodded, moaning faintly 'yes', which stupidly came out of your mouth. "This ain’t gonna be the last time babe." His rhythm wasn't the same as before, but when he put it in he made sure that its tip rubs against your g-spot and his pelvis makes that noise of clashing against your ass. "Daddy..." you looked back over your shoulders and saw that Sunghoon had the camera in his hands, recording the scene from his perspective. You really didn't feel like uploading that video just on the whim of being the only one who owns it. "I'm gonna cum soon."
His hand gave you red marks on your ass, which would soon turn into bruises. Your weak arms stretched out on either side of the couch, rolling back your eyes while Sunghoon was inside you. He tried to hold the camera properly but it was impossible to record straight as he twisted inside you. "Make me cum," he said in a whisper, but enough so that it can be heard clearly in the video. "Make me fucking cum, c'mo-fuck," he repeated, causing you to finally untie your knot and come without warning, tightening its length. He gave a few more thrusts, and along with a long groan, painted your walls white. "Fuck.."
He gave a few too many thrusts and then pulled his penis out of you. The camera went in the direction of your cunt, which was dripping the cum that Park had pumped inside you, he opened it a little wider so that he had a better view, causing a few drops of his own liquid to fall on top of the fabric of the couch.
He cut the recording, it was the moment when the heat was over to start the aftercare section. "You were amazing." You kept turning your back on him, so he started planting kisses on your bare shoulders. "You don't need to study anymore."
“What?”
“You passed the exam.”
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futureman · 7 months
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hi idk if u remember me but i literally love u okay anyways
so literally just dbf!joel saying “sweetheart i need you to be quiet” and ”baby i’m gonna cum if you don’t shut up” and maybe covering her mouth at some point 🤭
have a wonderful day and thank u sm for ur time 🙏🏾
hii love, ofc i remember you! tysm for sending this in ♡ accidentally got inspired by my dinner last night, oops. hope you enjoy!!
does your mother know?
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
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warnings: 18+ MDNI, no outbreak, close family friend!joel, language, smut, rough sex, unprotected piv, age gap, mild exhibitionism, old man joel can't keep it in his pants at family dinner
word count: 1.7k
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Friday night dinner wasn’t supposed to go like this.
One hand buried in your hair and the other slapped over your mouth, muffling every moan and sigh you make while Joel fucks you against the sink in the upstairs bathroom of your family home. 
He'd arrived late with a charming, drawled apology and immediately made the mistake of taking the seat across from you. If he'd sat literally anywhere else, he might've been able to ignore the perfect curve of your tits in the lowest-cut shirt he'd ever seen you in, or your constant need for the salt and pepper shakers, conveniently placed right in front of his plate. 
Every time you leaned over the table, he was reminded of the fact that you’d decided to forgo a bra. Whether that was for his benefit or yours, he was doing his best not to find out. 
Not after your parents had taken the time to invite him here, insisting that he eat a home-cooked meal for once, knowing full well he's been surviving off TV dinners ever since Sarah left for college.
“That’s kinda rude of me, huh?” you smiled sheepishly after giving him a particularly revealing peek, but the look that followed was downright sinful. "My bad, I just didn’t wanna keep interrupting your dinner by asking you to pass the salt. Figured it’s been a while since the last time you ate."
And you were right. It had been a while since he’d tasted anything as sweet as you, that satisfied him the way you do, but you already knew that. It’s why you were baiting him—because you know he can’t resist you.
Still, he tried. He really did, but the Southern gentleman in him couldn't refuse dessert or the hefty glass of wine your mom poured after he'd finished helping her clear the table. So, when he'd found himself trapped between your familiar warmth and the armrest of the couch, he should've known there'd be trouble.
When you'd casually gestured a little too widely during the story you were telling and splattered half the glass across his flannel and jeans, he should've gone to the bathroom to treat the stains alone instead of accepting your apologetic offer to help.
He should’ve known better. 
But the second your doe eyes lock with his, roving over his body like the lovely dinner your mom made wasn’t nearly enough to fill you up, he realizes he does know better. He just doesn't give a shit.
And that's why you're bent over the sink, taking his cock like you were made for it, and making the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard. You either don’t care enough to stop, regardless of whether your parents can hear you or not, or you’re too blissed out to notice. But he does.
“Sweetheart, I need ya to be quiet,” he grits out tightly, barely audible over his hips slamming into yours and the filthy squelch of your pussy around him. “Don’t want us gettin’ caught, do ya?”
You can’t respond, or even nod, with his hand still held firmly over your mouth, so you whine your acknowledgment into his palm, squeezing your eyes shut as you try your best to do what he asked. 
You’re clearly struggling. Those muted, stuttered whimpers grow louder every time he buries himself to the hilt, and he almost wants to remove his hand and let the sounds of your pleasure echo around the room, so everyone in this house knows just how good he’s making his girl feel. 
“I know, baby, I know. Feels good, don’t it? S’hard to keep all those pretty noises in when you’re takin’ so much, but I need’ya to try,” his lips graze your ear with each growled word. 
Another pained whimper passes your lips through the cracks between his fingers, and he accidentally bucks into you harder than he means to. Christ, he’s never heard you sound like this before. So needy. He shouldn’t, but he wants to hear more. To feel your chest vibrate with it, watch in the mirror as your mouth parts around even just one perfect, drawn-out moan.
The hand buried in your hair trails down your neck, beautifully elongated as your back arches to take him deeper, and snakes around your body. He tugs down the front of your shirt—that flimsy fucking tank top that's been teasing him all night—to cup your breast and, fuck, you like that. Your pussy grips him in response, clenching intermittently while he roughly tweaks your nipple between two calloused fingers. 
You’re tight, almost too tight for him to keep up his merciless pace if he wants to last much longer, and so goddamn wet. You’re seeping right into the wine-stained fabric of his jeans, making an even bigger mess than you started with.
“Look at ya,” he mumbles, slowing to watch in awe as his cock drags against your entrance, reappearing slicker with every thrust. “So fuckin’ tight...and sloppy. You’re makin’ a mess of me, sweetheart."
You shudder under his rapt attention, at the sheer want in his voice, but despite the obvious effect of his words, you’re still staying quiet, just like he told you to. You’ve been such a good girl, so he decides to take a risk and reward you. 
“M'gonna let go, alright? But ya gotta keep bein' good for me," he leans down to press his lips between your shoulder blades, his hand dropping from your mouth to settle on your waist. "Don't need'ta be silent, just need'ya to keep it down. Can ya do that?"
You gasp as his slow, deep thrusts still and he presses flush against your ass, grinding into you languidly as he waits for your answer. 
"Y-yeah...yes, yes," you reply weakly, cold ceramic digging into your breasts as you pant heavily into the sink. "Keep going—p-please, just fuck me."
"That's my girl," he breathes raggedly, and he's a little ashamed at how quickly his balls start to tighten at the soft timbre of your voice. 
His pace abruptly picks up, and then he's forcing you onto his cock again, his hips slamming into yours with a steady, wet thock-thock-thock that's probably louder than you've been all night. But he doesn't stop—you feel way too fucking good to stop, and he likely couldn't even if he tried.
In the back of his mind, he tells himself that your parents are probably doing dishes by now, and whatever he's doing to their daughter upstairs is getting drowned out by running water and clattering dishware. 
He continues to repeat the shitty lie to himself as he yanks you up, pulling your back flush against his chest and wrapping an arm around your stomach to hold you in place. The abrupt shift changes the angle of his hips so he’s fucking up into you instead, and it feels...indescribable. 
He's hitting something he wasn't able to reach before, a sensitive spot impossibly deeper inside you that has your pussy squeezing him, gushing down his cock, and he's—
Fuck, he's not going to last long. 
"Mmph...fuck—there, Joel, there. So, so fucking close, please, need it harder."
Christ, and you begging him to fuck you harder isn't helping. His hand drops between your legs to your swollen clit, slipping through the slick mess to rub tight, insistent circles into the hardening nub, and the heady friction has your thighs quaking almost immediately. 
"S'good...feels soso good," you slur deliriously, teetering on the cusp of your orgasm. "Wanted you so fucking bad all night...ngh, should've fucked me right there on the table—"
Joel cuts you off before you can finish, pushed a little too far past his limit.
"Baby, m'gonna cum if ya don’t shut up," he grits through his teeth, still pounding into that spot, still rubbing hard and fast swirls into your clit, and he can feel how close you are.
"F-fuck, me too—m'so close. Fill me up, please."
That sends him over the edge. You barely have time to gasp in a breath before he shoves you back down, lifting one of your legs up to the side so he can sink even deeper as he practically mounts you on the edge of the sink.
"Fuck yeah, I'll fill ya up," he groans, drawn-out and wrecked, as he empties inside you, thick spurts coating your convulsing walls. His hands greedily roam your body, caressing every inch of bare skin he can reach. "Send ya back downstairs to your momma and daddy with my cum leakin' out of ya. Filthy fuckin' girl."
Three more achingly deep thrusts, and then you're cumming hard, exploding hot and wet around him, already feeling him start to drip out of you and down your thighs. Your entire body seizes, desperate not to make a single sound while he fucks you through your orgasm, but then Joel meets your eyes in the mirror.
The warm chestnut of his eyes has been completely overtaken by his blown-pupils and he looks a little wild, like he's about to do something you'll both regret. Then, he does. Without warning, he buries his face into the crook of your neck and bites down hard, sucking a bruise into your skin he knows you won't be able to hide, and the squeal that erupts from your chest is high-pitched enough that you know everyone in the house heard it.
The thought alone stokes the heat already starting to build in the pit of his groin again, and the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy in thick globs when he pulls out only fans the flames.
"M'takin' you home, sweetheart. Gonna fuck ya the way you deserve," he mumbles into your marked skin, and you tremble in his arms, whimpering softly through an aftershock. "Then, you can scream as loud as ya want—"
"Everything alright up there?" Your mom's voice filters up the stairs. "What, did one of y'all fall into the sink?"
Joel noses into your hair, chuckling before he responds.
"Just finished."
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goldeunoias · 3 months
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Temptation.
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Synopsis: Heeseung fucks a fan 💕 (let the delulu begin)
Please let me know if I should keep as a oneshot or do a part two of the story!
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He slipped you a piece of paper into the fangoods you'd brought to be signed, whispering a quick a "don't open it" before smiling and taking a picture with you. He moved onto the next person to talk to at the send off as if nothing had happened, holding your goods against your chest for the fear the thing he'd given you would slip out.
You looked over to your friends and wondered if you should tell them or keep it to yourself, heart racing in your ears as you tapped on their shoulder.
"I-I have to go to the bathroom, meet right by the doors so we can leave together," you rushed out, maneuvering your way through the crowd until you found a corner of the venue hall that wasn't too crowded, mostly filled with staff working on cleaning up.
You shook your stuff to let the piece of paper fall out, a string of colorful expressions leaving your mouth as you saw what you surmised to be Heeseung's hotel and room number.
Quickly gathering yourself you stood up with your heart thrumming in your ears, swallowing thickly as you made your way over to your friend.
"U-um, do you wanna just stay at a hotel instead? It's. a pretty far drive back and it's probably safer that way...don't you think," you excused, giving your friend a smile that you hoped didn't look too suspicious. "I'll cover the cost," you added on hoping that would convince her.
"No can do, remember I have to be at a networking event tomorrow," they responded. You chewed on your inner cheek and tried to think of the smartest way, going up to the police officer that waited by the door.
"Um excuse me could you escort her to her car so she won't be alone?" The guard looked perplexed but nodded your friend giving you an equally confused look when leaving. You mouthed an "I'll explain later" and called yourself a car to his hotel room, wondering how the hell this was going to play out.
When you finally found yourself outside the aforementioned hotel room you took three breaths before knowing a couple of times, your heart thrumming against your chest when opened Heeseung.
He'd removed his concert makeup and was back in his clothes before the show started, giving you a half-grin as he stepped to the side to let you in.
You squeaked out a "thank you" and went to his bed, feeling your cheeks burn at how surreal this felt.
"No need to be nervous and you can of course leave or stop at anytime," he soothed.
"Should I shower or something beforehand I mean I've been standing all day and I didn't really freshen up" you rambled out, unable to make eye contact with Heeseung as you sat at the head of his bed, keeping your eyes on your hands as to not stare anyway for too long.
Heeseung closed the door and laughed, coming to kneel down in front of you.
"Would it make you feel better if we showered?"
You nodded, your heart racing from how mischievous his eyes looked.
"Only if we shower together-"
"I don't think we'll both fit in there," you interjected standing up before he could say anything because you weren't sure if you could mentally handle a wet-bodied Heeseung.
Heeseung chuckled but relented, flopping himself on the bed as he stared at the ceiling. You used the shower as a means to prep for the ordeal you were about to divulge yourself in, giving yourself a coach pep talk before you walked out in the hotel bathrobe, cheeks shiny from the steam of your shower.
Heeseung gave you a glance that made your heart leap out of your chest, backing yourself against the wall when he stood in front of you. Your breath hitched when his hand slid on your cheek to behind your ear, rubbing your earlobe gently.
"You have a shower to take r-right," you stuttered out. The eyes you gave him made Heeseung want to ravage you on the hotel floor.
"If you give me a kiss," he teased, laughing when you put your hand up to your mouth and shook your head.
"No. I don't kiss men who won't shower," you huffed, using your strength to push him into the shower. He relented once more because he just found your mannerisms too adorable to say no, and you wondered if he could hear how loud your heart was beating.
When Heeseung finally opened the bathroom door you closed your eyes by covering them, just in case he tried to come out naked.
"You don't have to do that, I have pants on," Heeseung remarked, coming down and kneeling between your legs.
You swallowed thickly as his warm hands enveloped yours, kissing along the skin of your knuckles. His hair was darker now from how wet it was and droplets were trickling onto rosy cheeks, making him seem borderline ethereal.
"That was a pretty short shower. Are you sure you're clean," you remarked to fill the silence in the air. Heeseung broke composure and laughed into your lab, kissing your knees as he rose his head again.
"I am I am. You can check for yourself if you like..." he trailed off, rising up and gently pushing you onto your back. Your heart rate picked up speed and you tried not to let your mind run while as Heeseung lifted your leg and softly kissed your ankle up to your knee, smiling against your skin every time you looked away from him.
"Princess, I was thinking about something in the shower," he began, going underneath your bathrobe to massage your warm thighs.
Your chest rose as you felt calloused hands move against your flesh, his head lowering to kiss your lower thighs.
"Have you ever gotten off to me? Slid your pretty fingers inside yourself hoping I'd get the places you couldn't?"
The lewdness of the question made your mind halt and you stuttered out a weak "no". Heeseung chuckled and nipped at the soft flesh of your thigh, raising a brow.
"Are you sure? You got so shy when I asked you," he came up to your face his lips practically speaking against yours, "You can tell the truth princess. To be honest, I'm dying to see such a pretty doll like you get yourself off to the thought of me," Heeseung panted out.
Heeseung pressed some of his body weight down against you and your eyes widened at what you felt, Heeseung smiling against the skin of your neck when you realized.
"The thing you feel against you is how crazy you've already made me princess. Let me see your hand?" You let out a "sure" and let him take your hand and press it against his hard-on, your ears burning at how hot it felt.
"You're the one who did this to me, so can I watch you princess? Please," he almost whined.
"I'm not sure if I-I can give you a show that you likebutIcantry," you awkwardly rushed out, pushing him off of you so you could sit at the head of the bed with your legs spread.
Heeseung uttered a breathy "thank you" as you lowered your underwear, a groan leaving him once he saw how soaked you already were.
You closed your eyes and did your best to imagine him not in front of you but in your head, hyping yourself up for some courage. You started teasing your chest and bit down on your lip when you tugged at a hardened nipple, never realizing that having someone watch you could make the experience that much more tantalizing.
By the time you'd slithered your hand between your legs rubbing your swollen bud elicited sopping noises from your core, your back arching after teasing yourself so long.
"What are you imagining princess, talk to me," Heeseung groaned, his eyes trained on how puffy your clit had gotten from your teasing.
"I-I've always wanted to be edged or" a whimper left you and your toes curled for a moment, "o-overstimulated but I can't do it myself, so I imagine...you doing it," you murmured, your entrance starting to ache in a way you've never felt before.
"And in my head at least...I think you'd be good at fingering," you whined out, your breath getting heavy.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you try doing it then," he teased, his heart pounding in his ears as how turned on he was becoming.
You shook your head and whined, pressing down against your clit harder. "It doesn't feel good when I-I do it, I need...your help."
God you were going you were going to be the death of him.
Heeseung hissed through his teeth, inching closer to you. "Open your eyes princess and let me take over, I'll give the Heeseung you see in your dreams," he promised, on his breaking point.
You figured it must have been a while since he'd gotten any action and relented, Heeseung grabbing your slick-soaked fingers and sucking them clean before letting them fall to your side.
You watched with blown-out pupils as he licked his lips clean of your slick, moving you so his head was comfortably between your legs
"Shit princess you have such a nice pussy," he groaned, wasting no time before wrapping his soft lips around your swollen bud. Your back instantly arched into the sensation as you felt the heat and coarse texture of his tongue circle the bud slowly.
"Y-you're teasing me," you huffed out between heavy breaths, noticing how he made his licks borderline tedious. He chuckled and arched and brow, feigning innocence as a thick digit circled your entrance.
"Princess catches on quick I see. But weren't you the one who wanted to be edged and overstimulated?" he clucked through his tongue, borderline snickering at you when your tight walls were met with his thick digit.
Your head already felt dizzy as your walls pulsed around the intrusion, the harsh but slow licks on your clit only making your hyper aware of what you were feeling.
He tsked and nipped at your thigh to get your attention, already noticing how hazy your stare at become.
"Don't let me lose you now princess," Heeseung teased as he slid in another digit, the stretch remedying the ache you were feeling in your core. "Where does princess like to be fingered I wonder...here?" he remarked innocently, curling his fingers too shallow on purpose.
You shook your head and tried to grab his wrist to guide him, Heeseung clucking his tongue as to not. "Nuh-uh princess, you gotta talk to me not just show me. How else am I to learn your special spots?"
"Deeper, go deeper," you rapsed out, closing your legs around his hand when you felt the pads of his fingers press where it felt best. Heeseung hummed at your reaction, scissoring your core to stretch out the muscle as much as possible.
"Poor thing, how am I supposed to edge you when you're giving me such soft eyes," Heeseung cooed, speeding up his fingers as his tongue wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly.
You whined and tried to push your foot against his shoulder to get him off of you, the knot in your lower tightening to the point where your legs were shaking.
"w-wait, slowdown," you breathed out, trying not to be too loud so the people next door wouldn't hear you.
"My name," Heeseung ordered against your puffy and abused clit, licking it over with the tip of his tongue before flattening his muscle against it. "Say my name."
You widened your eyes and shook your head, wondering how insane he had to be to want you to moan out his name in a crowded hotel.
He scoffed and moved himself so his face was directly above yours, his two digits now stilled in your heat.
"There are other people on t-the floor," you reasoned, tensing up Heeseung licked a wet stripe up your neck and to your ear lobe. He licked the shell of it before nipping at it.
"What are you doing focusing on other people princess?" He remarked through a pout, sliding in a third digit and sucking on your bottom lip as your jaw went slack. "Aren't you supposed to only be focusing on me?"
"I-I'romise I am," you keened out, your nails digging into the sheets as you felt the knot in your lower belly tighten.
"So say it," Heeseung cooed against your lips, emphasizing his point by speeding up his fingers.
"H-heeseung," you croaked out, your inner thighs becoming slick with arousal as you got close.
"Good girl~, and who's making you feel this good?"
"Hee-" you bit on your lower lip to quiet a loud moan, "seung, Lee Heeseung."
"Good girl~, now g'head and cum for me so I can fuck you nice and good yeah?" Heeseung sweetly asked, holding your face in place so you could only make hazy eye-contact with him as the knot got too tight before snapping.
His name now fell from your lips like a waterfall as his fingers continued pressing against your special spots, unable to stop shaking as he stood up on his knees.
Your eyes widened as he lowered his pajama pants and you were faced with something that you weren't sure was gonna fit, though your eyes were trained on the copious amounts of precum that had leaked from the tip.
"See this princess? I told you you're driving me crazy," Heeseung panted through gritted teeth, a strangled groan leaving him when he squeezed at his base, more droplets leaking from his reddened tip.
You squeezed your legs together in anticipation as he then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, pressing it against your lips softly.
"Rip it for me yeah?"
You nodded and gently ripped it with your teeth, watching intently as he slid it on and position himself back between your legs.
"Shit princess~," he groaned when he saw your core drenched in syrupy arousal, rubbing his tip against your folds to collect the drops.
"I was afraid you weren't going to be wet enough but you're fucking drenched," He hissed as he pushed his tip past your folds. You immediately tensed up at how large the stretch was, whimpers leaving you mewls of his name following in suit.
"I know princess, it's okay, in through your nose out through your mouth like this," Heeseung soothed, watching you intently as you mimicked his breathing pattens, his hips slowly inching in every time you breathed out.
When he'd bottomed out you couldn't help but squirm as you felt his tip push against your cervix, the foreign but tingly sensation it elicited making you want more.
"You can move now, please," you added on, wiggling your hips to satiate the tingle you felt in your lower belly.
"How can I say no to someone who's asking so sweetly," Heeseung remarked sweetly, moving his hips so every time his tip was pressing against your stomach.
You keened out his name before covering your mouth to silence yourself, ragged breathing leaving through your nose as a consequence.
"Nuh-uh princess, let them hear everything," Heeseung whispered against your ear, grabbing your wrists and pinning them against your head. His gentle ministrations had now been swapped for languid but intense thrusts, though you could tell he was only giving you half of his length.
"H-heseung it's not'nuff," you panted out, moving your hips against his desperately to satisfy yourself. Heeseung chuckled at how whiny you were becoming, such a stark contrast to the timid girl that walked through the door.
"It isn't?" he pouted at you, rolling his hips in to you to tease you, "does princess want a kiss then?" he offered up, already leaning in.
You shook your head and covered your mouth and his, Heeseung furrowing his brows.
"K-kissing is what people...in relationships do," you stuttered out.
Heeseung let it off with a smile to hide the tinge of jealousy he felt in chest, his lips instead going to your neck to mark it as his.
"Come to my next show princess," Heeseung offered up, nipping at the skin over your jugular as he squeezed your hands. "I'll give you every inch if I get to see your pretty face at my concert next week," he teased, his hips starting to move out until you were left with just the tip.
"You're crazy," you panted out, whining when Heeseung continued to kiss across your chest and neck, humming in agreement.
"I'll cover airfare and hotel," he continued, unfazed. He'd never been so possessive nor obsessive before but the thought of letting another man touch your skin made his crawl and he refused to let that be a reality.
"At t-that point you're just being my sugar daddy," you reasoned, your hands gripping at his hair when his warm mouth attached to a pert nipple, leaving your core completely neglected.
"We can go out to dinner that night and split the check then," he countered, giving you teasing eyes. "Pretty please?" he added on, giving you soft kisses across your sternum.
Your back arched at the soft sensations and you blamed the endorphins from sex as the reason you panted out an "okay", Heeseung wasting no time pushing all of his inches into you.
"H-hee wait-" your sentence was cut short by his tip making contact with your cervix, your toes curling as Heeseung lifted one of your legs and draped it on your shoulder.
The sounds coming from your core made your face burn but Heseung was reveling in it, desperate to mold your walls into a shape that only he could fill.
You instinctively went to bite down on your lip to silence your sounds, Heeseung tsking and pushing himself impossibly deeper.
"C'mon princess, tell the people on the floor who's making you feel this good," he grinned, his teeth tugging at your ear.
"H-heeseung," you choked out, feeling another knot tighten in your lower belly.
"Mhmm, and who's about to make you cum?"
"y-you." At this point your mind was truly a mess, whining out a "I'm close" as Heeseung pressed you into a mating press, desperate to make you both cum.
I'm not letting you go...
He thought to himself as he watched you leave scratch marks down his chest and breathy moans fall from your lips.
Why should I have to let you go?
He continued as he felt something tight form in his own stomach, begging himself to hold out a little longer so he could cum with you.
I won't.
He concluded, coming into the condom with a strangled groan to match your breathy moan.
You both lay there shaking for a moment as you came down from your highs, Heeseung resisting the urge to plant a kiss on your parted lips.
"If I'm in the front row will I distract you?" you wondered after awhile, giggling when Heeseung scoffed and rolled his eyes. Heeseung sat up before gently easing himself out of you, throwing the condom away and leading you to the bathroom for a round two.
"If you wear the skirt that you did tonight you will."
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THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR READING!
please please please let me know if you guys want this as a part two as well or keep it as a oneshot! comments, reblogs, and anons are the reason why I write so much for Heeseung so please keep them coming if you want more Heeseung content from me >_<
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luverboychris · 7 days
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RIGHT MY WRONGS | CHRIS STURNIOLO
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IN WHICH.. you and chris broke up due to right person, wrong time. but what happens when you finally see him again after a year of distance?
simp!chris x fem reader, ex boyfriend, fluff, lil smutty, lil angst
tw: small mentions of panic attack, cutting
— 2895 words / in honor of hitting 1k followers, here is a story mixed with everything! i hope you enjoy .. thank u sm
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one year. one dreadful year being single. one year without having that person to cuddle with during your good and bad days. you missed having the ability to type his name in your phone and text each other back and fourth for as long as you wanted. the constant midnight calls. him wasting no time to get in his car and come over to you. yet, it wasn’t like that anymore. and, it hasn’t been like that for a long time.
you were the first to admit that you knew weren’t ready to be in a serious relationship. you knew it wasn’t fair to him, and you regretted even dragging him down with you. your mental health was complete shit, and you realized shortly after you had to break things off with chris.
but chris was the golden retriever to your black cat.
it was now the first party of the summer. you haven’t gone to a party in forever it felt like. it must’ve been a year and a half ago. but, your friend who never left your side wanted you to go out and socialize. it took plenty of convincing but you knew it was good for you to get out of the house and get a breath of fresh air.
“you look beautiful y/n. stop stressing. now let’s go inside, okay?” you friend reassures you. she locks her fingers with yours and gives you a soft smile to ease your nerves, and it worked.
but when that front door flung open, the nerves quickly came rushing back. the crowd of people with familiar and unfamilar faces. the lights shut off, with just shaded lamps in every room. you don’t let go of your friend’s hand as she leads you through the sweaty bodies, taking you to the kitchen.
she saw someone she knew a long time back and quickly got into a never ending convo with them. you felt out of place, pacing back and fourth right next to her. you look around, trying not to feel the awkward tension leaking off of you.
your eyes felt like they were deceiving you. there he was. chris with his beautiful smile and laughing with a group of people.
you couldn’t have him see you as you quickly hide behind your friend. “what are you doing?!” she questions.
“chris. he’s here.” you whisper in her ear. her vision directly leading to him.
“oh shit, he’s looking over here.” she panics. you couldn’t handle this. you couldn’t have him seeing you again.
“i need to leave.” you mumble before you make a run to the bathroom. it was a struggle trying to get through all the drunk and dancing bodies but you successfully get to the bathroom. and with just your luck, it was locked.
chris’ eyes widen and his face turns pale. could it be? he felt like he was dreaming when he saw you. his attention being completely wiped away from his friends and now straight onto you.
he sees you leave the kitchen as he pulls his arms out to push his friends out of his way, attempting to make his way to you.
you slam your knuckles against the bathroom door, knocking obnoxiously in hopes for them to open it. you should’ve just made a run for it and walked outside.
chris successfully pushes his way through everyone and is finally in the hallway with you. for a second you snap your head towards him, tensing up and not knowing what to do. you quickly turn your back to him. you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he is too drunk to know it’s you. but you knew he knew, and you knew chris didn’t drink.
“y/n.” chris says. his voice sends your heart into panic mode, beating ten times faster than usual. you don’t turn around, and you know he is walking even closer to you.
“y/n, look at me.” he says. he reaches his arm out to your shoulder to turn you around to face him. you look down at the ground, slowly building the courage to look up at his face.
your eyes connect for the first time in a year, your faces inches apart.
“yes, chris.” you say. your voice is laced with hurt and attitude. but deep down, you were so fragile and missed hearing him say your name. your name sounded like smooth expensive silk coming out of his mouth.
“i can’t believe you’re here.. i can’t believe you’re in front of me right now.” he whispers, bringing his hand out slowly to touch your cheek. you flinch at the touch as you close your eyes.
“i still miss you” he says.
you let out a deep breath, and began to swallow all your pride. you couldn’t give in. you weren’t ready for that. but a part of you also needed to.
“chris..” you mumble.
“what? can i not tell you how i feel? i miss you, i miss you so fucking much.”
“i can’t do this here.” you lightly shout, looking around where you are. a loud party with drunk people surrounding the both of you.
“i agree. let me take you somewhere, anywhere. anywhere you want.” he almost pleads.
the way he wanted to just wrap your legs around his waist, locking your arms over his neck and kiss you.
“take me home, please. i’m so overwhelmed right now, it was all a mistake to come out.” you truthfully say.
chris was in shock that you were telling him to take you home. but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.
“of course, cmon.” he says. he wanted to grab your hand and lead you out of the party but he didn’t think it would be appropriate at this time.
you trail right behind him, leading the way towards the front door. your friend catches you in the corner of her eye and you mouth a sorry to her, while she blows you a kiss and smiles.
he unlocks his car, opening the door for you to get in before he walks to the driver side. why did he have to be so perfect? so handsome, such a gentleman..
—your apartment
your shaky hands puts the key in, unlocking your apartment with chris beside you. chris’ heart was racing yet kept his composure as all the memories went flooding back to him when he stepped inside.
“you changed it up..” chris whispers, scanning the new furniture and the paintings that replaced the pictures of you and him that once were his favorite to see every time he came over.
suddenly the uneasy yet familar feeling came over to you, and it was such horrible time for it to come. you were having a panic attack. and in front of chris for the first time in forever. you felt so embarrassed as you felt your breath become uneven and you feel yourself trembling. your muscles tense and you feel the world become dizzy.
“woa, woa.. y/n?” chris asks. however, you don’t respond. you begin to pace around your apartment, or attempt to. chris follows you, having his entire focus on you.
“t’s okay, look at me.. breathe.” he says. he always knew how to help you in situations like this. he rushes to your kitchen and grabs you a cup of water, having it in his hand ready for you to ask for it like how you used to do..
and shortly after, you bring your hand out to grab the cup of water, him being right there to hand it off to you. you take a small sip, letting out a deep breath.
silence shared between you as you kept drinking. chris wanted to rub your back, or your arms but he didn’t want to overstimulate you when your coming down from a panic attack.
“…i’m sorry.” you breath out. you look down, not having the confidence to make eye contact with him.
chris bends his legs just enough to get eye level to you, “hey, don’t you ever apologize for that. ever.” he says, “okay? you promise me that.” he adds.
you nod at him.
“now.. do you want me to start a bath for you or something? i know you used to like doing that after situations like this..” he asks softly.
“…please.” you let out. he couldn’t help but flash a genuine smile at you.
“of course, wait here and just relax and i’ll tell you when it’s ready.” he says.
you sit down on your couch while chris walks over to your bathroom. he caught himself looking at your stuff and smiling at himself. how you still color coordinate all your skincare, how your laundry hamper is always filled to the brim, how your favorite quote is hanging in a frame right by the sink..
he turns on your bathtub, keeping it a slightly hot temperature because he remembers when you jokily told him that you like when your skin boils from how hot the water gets. he threw in your favorite vanilla body wash, watching it create a layer of bubbles on top.
he set up two candles, and lighting them. the scent in the bathroom making chris smile from ear to ear, because it smells like you.
he dims your lights because knows you are prone to headaches, and he lets the water fill to the top before turning the faucet off.
“it’s ready for you.” he shouts through the hallway.
you set down your cup of water and walk in the bathroom. but, you weren’t expecting to see so much effort be put in just for a little bath.
“chris.. you didn’t need to do all of this.” you whisper, your hand over your chest.
“are you serious? i wanted to.” he says. you finally look up at him and he is already looking at you, his blue eyes looking so fragile in the dimmed lighting.
“thank you..” you say with such grace.
his phone quickly begins to buzz, as he takes it out of his pocket. “i’m sorry, nick is calling me. give me a second, okay?” he says. you nod your head at him before he closes the bathroom door and answers his brother’s phone call.
you hear the muffled bickering back and fourth between chris and his brother while you decide to undress yourself to get in the bath. you let your foot examine the temperature before anything and it was perfect. you slowly bring yourself entirely in the tub, being consumed by bubbles and that was exactly how you liked it.
chris soon knocks on the door but didn’t give you enough time to answer. “oh shit, i’m sorry fuck.” he says before closing the door yet again when he sees you’re already in the bath. the bubbles covering you, he didn’t even see anything.
“it’s okay chris.” you giggle.
he feels his face heat up. he opens the door just a smidge, “listen, i’m going to head out. you enjoy yourself and relax..” he says.
“w-wait.” you say. he stops from fully closing the door as he hears that slip out of your mouth.
“…stay please.” you say.
“but y/n.. you’re in the bath. you want me to stay on the couch and wait? because i will.”
“chris. just open the door.” you say. he listens to you and opens the door completely, now getting the perfect sight of you in the tub with your hair tied up in a loose bun.
he closes the door behind him, keeping his back against the wall while holding onto the doorknob.
“join me.” you say. you have your legs tucked into your chest as you look up at the slightly nervous boy.
how could he not be nervous? his naked ex-girlfriend right in-front of him asking him to come in the bath.
he looks at you for extra confirmation, and you give him a slight nod before he goes to lift his shirt off. you try your hardest not to bite your lip and you bet your eyes formed into hearts in this moment.
he unzips his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxer briefs. he was slightly hard and he hoped you didn’t notice but you definitely did. “…sorry.” he says.
“shush.” you say, “now come here please.” he joins you. his body facing you. your bath was the perfect size for you and chris.
“hi.” he whispers. you suddenly feel your heart begin to race like no tomorrow.
“hi.” you reply back.
he doesn’t say anything back, as he examines your features and starts washing your arms with the soapy warm water. his thoughts were nothing but him telling himself not to fuck up because he has been wanting to be with you again for the longest time.
he slides his hands down until his fingers touch your wrists. and that’s when he notices your skin trying to heal itself with all the cuts you’ve given yourself. he looks at them as he knits his eyebrows together, then looks up at you.
“y/n..?” he says, while gently rubbing your wrists back and fourth, “..you were cutting?”
“you weren’t supposed to see that.” you mumble. you started to self harm after you and chris split, and you never wanted him to know you did.
“but i did see it. and i care.” he brings your wrists up to his mouth, applying little kisses to your wrists. it didn’t hurt because he did it in the most delicate way yet you still felt cared for.
“chris..” you whisper.
“hmm?” he lifts his gaze up enough to look up at you while he still gives kisses to your wrists.
“i love you.” you say. you wanted to hold that in so badly but you couldn’t anymore.
“you do? still?” he says, completely side tracked after you dropped those three words on him.
“i never stopped..” you reply. his heart was about to explode.
“i still love you too.” he says, “that’s what i wanted to tell you at the party..”
he brings out his soapy hand out to your cheek, rubbing it softly. “please let me kiss you.” he whispers as he goes to kiss your neck ever so gently.
you let out a soft gasp from the touch as he makes his way down with kisses to your collar bone. “please.” he says again.
you grab a hold onto his chin to lift his head up just enough to pull him in to kiss you, and he immediately kisses your lips back. the taste of him starting to slowly come back and you didn’t realize how much you missed it until it was in the palm of your hands again.
he started to get so eager, wanting every part of you. you felt the exact moment when a switch came over him as he bit your tender bottom lip and pulls away just enough for you to feel a swelling sensation.
something comes over you too because suddenly just making out with him wasn’t enough for you, you wanted all of him. you let go of his lips, pushing him back just enough for him to watch you do your thing and you stand on your knees. he stays watching your every move, as if a love spell was casted on him.
you sit down on his lap as chris wraps his arms around your lower back, grasping on you like he never wants to let you go. your naked upper half now exposed to him. his eyes go from your face to your boobs, down to your lower stomach. soapy bubbles all over you and chris thought it was the most adorable sight in the world.
"you are so fucking beautiful my love."
he pulls your body towards his face so he can kiss all over your stomach. "..stop" you blush out. you missed how much he would praise you at any given moment.
"but i can'tttt." he whines, still placing kisses on your lower stomach.
you start to grind your hips slowly as you began to grow needy for more of him. he lets out a low groan when he feels your naked hips grind back and fourth on him.
you dip your hand under the water to grab his cock and allign it with your heat before sitting down on it completely. you both moan out slightly in unison when he fully goes inside you.
you go up and then slowly sit down again, feeling every inch of him go back inside you. you can't help but let out whispered moans every time you ride back and fourth. you forgot how good he felt. he snakes his wet hands that were on your lower back down to your ass and kept a grasp on it.
"..you feel so good" he cries out, "i missed you so much."
he lets one of his hands off of your ass and brings it up to your neck to pull you down to kiss him. you and him attempt to keep your lips together but fail as you couldn't stop riding him.
"i..." kiss "..love" kiss "you.." he says between every time your lips touch his.
"..i love you more." you breath out
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─── aid speaks ᝰ.ᐟ ───
╰┈ ⌞₊˚ est. march 20, 2024🗒 ˎˊ˗ ⌝
no because this story was so cute to write i shed a tear.. chris is so cute in this one. i wanted to make a pt 2 but you let me know. and i forgot to write a 1k special story so thank you guys for following me it means the world fr. i love you all sm.
(didnt proof read couldnt be asked)
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midmourn · 14 days
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break ups with nct dream
♡ nct dream ﹒ gender neutral!reader genre angst warnings break ups, unhealthy coping, insecurities, some members dont think of themselves very highly, unintentional manipulation maybe ?? ( library )
mark who can’t stop pretending like everything’s fine. mark who is for once thankful of his busy schedule. because when his mind isn’t preoccupied, he finds it always going back to you. now, you only come to his mind late at night when he’s about to fall asleep only to wake up in four hours for yet another schedule. there’s a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach when he realizes the heartbreak is just as fresh as it was the moment it happened. thinks he let you go to easy but also respects you too much to argue. at this time, he’d be too busy talking to you on the phone to fall asleep. something he used to momentarily regret the next day, but now something he yearns for. he turns around and begs hypos to let him sleep.
renjun who wants to scream at the world and god and ask why is this happening. renjun who refuses to talk about it. he doesn’t understand what happened. he thought you guys were doing perfectly fine. you seemed happy, anyway. he can’t tell if he was just too blind to see that you actually were unhappy or if you were just a good actor. he finds himself thinking about what you’re doing, even when he’s busy. he misses you so bad that he’s so angry that you left. he gets even angrier when he sees you with another guy a couple weeks later. but he’s more angry at himself for letting you go. he thinks it’s easier to be angry than upset.
jeno who cries and then gets his emotions out at the gym. jeno who hits the punching bag so hard it manages to fall off the chain. he moves onto the wall next. he ignores the concerned stares from others about the bruises and split knuckles, but is the exact same otherwise. he thinks he’s doing okay, getting his emotions out in the form of his fists, because at least he’s still doing what he needed to do, right? he’s fine, he swears. when he’s laying in bed alone, he can’t help but wonder what you’re up to and type up a message that accidentally seems too much like a booty call. u up? wyd?
haechan who doesn’t have the energy to be his normal self. haechan who is too quiet, blends in with the walls when he’s normally the life of the party. his voice is literally hoarse from crying and begging you to stay for so long. he sends countless messages to you, enough to the point where you blocked him. people wonder where he is only to find out he’s been right next to them the entire time, thoughts consuming him. he spends time overthinking every decision he made in the last six months that led you to break up with him. he can’t find one. it must be him, though. you’d never break up with him without a reason, right? he wasn’t good enough for you, so he has to be better. and with that, he gets off his ass and forces himself into the conversation. he will be better, for you.
jaemin who is so mature when you bring it up. jaemin who doesn’t cry or act like he’s upset about it in front of others. people think he never loved you with the way he acts. that couldn’t be far from the truth. the only way he’ll grieve over your relationship is in his room, alone, with his babies. he accepts your decision, but the what if’s consume his thoughts. what if he hadn’t done that one thing you got angry at him for? what if he hadn’t missed your anniversary date? but he knows he was a good boyfriend, too. he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over you, doesn’t want to, but he knows he has to. he can only hope that you two will find each other later in life.
chenle who fights harder than he’s ever fought. chenle who wants to work it out. ultimately, you win. he cannot help but be a little bit pissed on how difficult you’re being, how you refuse to talk it out and avoid him. he doesn’t even know what happened. he doesn’t think you’re going to stay broken up so he doesn’t even bother shedding a tear. he thinks it’ll be something you two will laugh and then bicker about in fifty years. thinks you’re trying to make him jealous when you try to move on, and it works. doesn’t think before finally cornering you. he gave you your space, now it’s time for you to give him the answers he wants.
jisung who doesn’t understand the concept of space. jisung who has attachment issues. he’ll text you “good morning” and “good night” and tell you about his day without thinking about it because it’s like a routine for him by now. feels so bad and accidentally makes you feel bad for him with his countless apologies. will tweet about you on his priv and forget you’re still on there. doesn’t even want to think about you moving on, and him moving on is out of the question. he truly thought you were his soulmate, but he wanted you to come back to him in your own terms. he’ll spend forever making it up to you, anyway.
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chastiefoul · 1 year
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stood up pt. 2
characters: alhaitham & ayato
read part one here!
a/n: cannot thank u all of you enough for how well-received the first fic was, hope you can enjoy the second part just as much!! also i hope you can forgive my limited knowledge of flora (and the things i made up) on haitham's part!!
tags: comfort / summary: wallowed in guilt, how will they make it up to you?
Alhaitham
“You look like shit,” Kaveh commented nonchalantly, as if currently watching some character on a show. “Shut it,” Alhaitham replied, having zero intention in dealing with his roomate. It has been a week since he finished his research, but relief didn’t wash over him at all, it was the same day as he had cruelly stood you up, making you wait for three whole hours before he finally came. There were a lot of upsetting feelings he’s been experiencing through for the past few days, but lately he felt giving his past self a good punch for forgetting such an important day. In a way too he had blamed the research that’s been occupying him. Although he quickly perished that thought, since it’d be too easy—blaming something other than himself. When in fact he is wholly at fault for forgetting the date.
Everyday Alhaitham had been coming to your house, wanting to talk to you but what always greet him was your roomate, telling him that you’re busy. Feeling like he had no right to push it further, he left it at that. With clenched fists and a pang on his chest everytime, he was forced to go home. Today he was at his wits’ end, he had no idea what to do and how would he make you to meet him even for a second. Other than forgiveness that he’s looking for, he missed you terribly. With all the times he could’ve spent with you taken by the damn research, he longed to embrace you, to see your smile, and listen to you rambling about what’s been happening in your life.
Alhaitham wasn’t really one to be experienced in ‘love’, he knew that, you knew that. That’s why he loved your patience in guiding him through this thing, but now the only person that would be able to tell him what to do was the very one person he couldn’t talk to. Alhaitham groaned, thinking if you were in his position you’d probably know to do—scratch that. If it’s you, Alhaitham was sure that you wouldn’t even allow yourself to do such a careless act.
“He’s here again,” your roomate claimed, seeing him from the window. “Just tell him the same thing,” you said, hugging your knees as you sat on the couch. It's true that Alhaitham looked horrible, but you weren’t any better. You’ve been crying yourself to sleep every night, it especially hurt, when you had to hold back the sobs over a pillow that your throat hurts; since you didn’t want to disturb your roomate. What happened that day was like a slap to the face, that you were forced to recognize a fact that perhaps you love Alhaitham way more that he loves you.
Your rommate just nodded to what you say and went to the door. Not long she came back bearing a message. “He said he’d wait for you outside until you feel like talking to him.”
“Just leave him be then, I’m sure he’d go back soon, it’s especially cold outside today.” You said, really having no idea just how stubborn the gray-haired male is going to act. “Well, just keep an eye out.” Your roomate went back to her room. Tell that to him. You thought. You turned the television on to distract yourself, but you couldn’t help but peek outside the window every few minutes, to see if he’s still there. And he always was.
And that went for more than an hour, until you felt like you couldn’t do it anymore. You were mad at him, but you’re not heartless. You couldn’t be. However you didn’t intend to forgive him so easily, you told yourself that you were only meeting him to send him home and to not come back everyday.
You approach the front door and opened it.
There he stood, with an hand behind his back. When he saw you, his eyes lit up, but it quickly turns into a look of concern and guilt mixes, seeing your swollen eyes.
“What do you want?” You curtly said, taking a good look of the man in front of you who’s in terrible shape. His complexion doesn’t look good, there are bags under his eyes, he hasn’t been taking care of himself at all. A part of your chest twinge at the fact that not being able to see you was the cause of all this. You weren’t used to seeing Alhaitham so all over the place, when he always showed a perfect picture of a man who got it all together.
“I’m sorry,” He quickly cut to the chase, afraid that you’ll be out of his sight yet again as he revealed a purple hyacinth, handing it to you. The flower that represented regret and remorse. Then he continued meekly, “Of course, I don’t expect you to forgive me with one lousy flower, but I hope you will believe me when I said I truly regret that I had forgotten about our date, it seethes me with terrible anger to remember that I let myself be so caught up in my business, resulting you had to stand in the snow for hours; hours of you thinking of the reason why I didn’t come, and hours of doubting my feelings towards you. It must’ve felt terrible, I am so sorry.” His voice was close to trembling, however he knew to hold it in, since the one who should be upset was you. “I understand if me being in your vision may infuriate you, but please, please don’t shut me out.” He pleaded, it’s the most vulnerable expression you’ve ever seen on him that it tugs on your heartstrings.
Of course the truth is you missed him as much as he does, but you had to be sure of his feelings towards you. And seeing him now yet again after many failed attempts of meeting you over the days with a flower you didn’t even know where it came from since every field should be covered in snow and a heartfelt all-over-the-place apology, you couldn’t help but soften up. You reached to take the flower. “Come in, let’s talk inside.”
You both sat on the couch, your right hand went to rub his cheek. It was incredibly cold. “What were you thinking, standing in the cold like that? What if I hadn’t come out?” You mumbled gently. “It was nothing compared to what I put you through, I would’ve wait even for days.” He frowned as you leaned in to your touch, putting his hand atop of yours. Oh how he missed this. However he didn’t indulge on the touch thinking it was forgiveness, it’s just because you were that kind.
“You really hurt me,” you started, as he listened. “I had been looking forward to the date for days and then seeing you late looking like you just barely woke up—it made think that maybe you didn’t love me as much.” Your voice sounded so small as you reached the end of your sentence. Alhaitham felt pricks on his heart at the confession, swiftly pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He kissed your temple. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. But I can assure you that was not the case. I was so caught up on my research that I mixed up the date of our meeting, though that’s not an excuse for such a careless act.” He paused.
“(y/n), I love you very much.”
Alhaitham was really having trouble telling you just how much he loves you. If you’d asked, he would wait on the cold for days until you’re ready to talk to him, even today he thought that it was okay if it was only a second, he had to see you, to know you’re doing fine and well, that was what he thought the most important thing. Just the way he kissed you so gently at the top of your head, you thought that you had a grasp as to how much he loves you. “Thank you for letting me see you,” he smiled, he cupped your face planting kisses on each of your swollen eyelids.
“Promise me you’ll make up for it, haitham,” you said softly. A chance. Alhaitham felt an unexplainable tingle feeling on his chest, “I promise.” He then said kissing you gently on the lips, as he made a mental note to always, always pick you up at your place for the dates that are more to come.
“The flowers? I.. went to Tighnari first thing in the morning, I asked him about the language of the flowers and what they meant. I came across it as I read a book, fortunately I could find the one I was looking for.” He explained, strangely bashful.
Flower picking? On this weather?
“But where did you even get it, isn’t everything either covered in snow or had withered already?” You asked genuinely curious. “Well Tighnari said there would be some on the cliffs of The Chasm, so I went there.” He said.
Cliff? The Chasm? That terribly dangerous place? Of course it’d be nothing for Alhaitham, you thought. But still, traveling that far and so quickly just for a flower.. you couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you, I like it.” You smiled, the one where it made Alhaitham’s inside all tingly and warm. At this he felt like he really could do anything, as long as you were the one who asked for it. “Tell me what kind of flower you want on our next date, I’ll definitely bring it to you.” He took your hand, trailing little kisses along your fingertips to your wrist. Your stomach fluttered. You really do love him.
As if lesson was strictly learned, from that day forward Alhaitham had never once made you wait anywhere anymore at all. He's always ready in front of your door, sometimes with a flower, sometimes with something that you'd nonchalantly said the day before; for instance a food you were craving for, a necklace that you stared a second longer than the other that were on display, or even a stuffed toy you mentioned was cute even though you only said it to make a conversation.
Before, Alhaitham usually passive, most times always being the receiving end by your spoiling, but it was because he didn't want to take initiative, he just didn't understand how. Now, he understood just how delightful it was to see his loved one smile because of the things he did, and he only had you to thank for that.
Ayato
“My lord?” Thoma’s voice snapped the blue-haired male train of thoughts. “Ah, yes just leave the tea there Thoma.” He said. “Did something happen, my lord? You’ve been pretty out of it all week.”
“I’m fine, you can return to your duty,” Ayato calmly said. The blond housekeeper only nodded and went out, understanding very well that it was futile to probe any further. Ayato looked blankly at the unattended pile of papers he needed to take care of, he hasn’t been working well—or even at all. Since everytime his mind would wander off to you, to your meek voice that day telling him that you were tired, with a tone so hurt his heart couldn’t help but ache. This regret, this remorse; he wondered if he even had any right to feel them? When even to this day he unconsciously stilll waited for you to barge in to the estate, wanted to see you smile happily while greeting him without a care in the world. But that didn’t happen, of course it didn’t.
Ayato shut his eyes with an unpleasant expression for the nth time that day, remembering the date he had forgotten. For how long you were waiting for him? What were you thinking while waiting for him on such a harsh weather? What was it that finally made you give up? All these questions swirled inside his mind as he couldn’t even imagine how terrible you must’ve felt that day. Ayato was a formidable man, he was responsible and someone with a strong conviction, it was what the political people said at least. But he knew you’d laugh, if you hear it. Responsible? That Ayato? Who made his lover wait for him out in the cold for hours?
He didn’t even realize he’s been clenching his fist until he saw the crinkled paper scattered across his desk. Why the hell did I forget such an important day? He fumed, gritting his teeth. But the truth was he had no excuse, he had simply forgotten, perhaps he could blame the endless meeting he had to go through, but even then he was the one who made the promise that he could come. The guilt overwhelmed him, he hoped it would just swallowed him alive, but it wouldn’t be fair to you. He considered calling one of his soldier to try and punch him in the face so he could feel a little free from the binding shame, but only to realize the person who even had the right to do that was none other than you. So Ayato was determined that he’d do anything to beg for your forgiveness.
But more than forgiveness, he’s been worried about your health. He thought that if you hadn’t forgiven him, at least you could be well and healthy, though it was extremely hypocritical to say since he was the one who made you sick in the first place. Ayato stood up, planning to go to your place yet again even though his work was piling up, there are meetings that are waiting to be attended. But at the moment it was clear to him that nothing else matters except seeing you.
This was truly the worst.
Lying down with a fever with nothing to do, surrounded with nothing but unpleasant thoughts roaming around your mind. You blinked the tears away once again as they keep coming occasionally, remembering that day.
You sighed, your head was throbbing and you couldn’t really sleep as you just woke up an hour ago.
As if on cue, a familiar voice called out from the door. “(y/n)?” Ayato called out. Another tired sigh escaped. Does this man not know how to take a hint? You’ve been driving him away for the past few days, his face was the one thing you couldn’t stand to see.
“Please (y/n) open the door, even just for a few second.” His voice was now strained, laced with desperation and plead. You got up all wobbly from the headache, body still feeling sluggish. “What?” You said, frowning.
Seeing your condition Ayato’s expression contorted into utter displeasure, as if you being this way had hurt him too. What a joke, you almost laughed out loud. He looked like he wanted to say something based of how he gaped and closed his mouth like a fish, still finding the right words to say.
“Your few seconds are up,” you said, already on your way to closing your door. “No, no, please.” He hold the door, and of course with your condition and his ridiculous strength, there’s no way you would win that one. “Can I come in?” He finally said. “Why?” You said, leaning on the doorframe intending to look intimidating as you crossed your arm, but really you needed the support to stand up straight on your currently weak body. This didn’t go unnoticed by the sword-wielder of course as the worried expression deepened across his face. “Please, sweetheart let’s talk inside, I’m worried you’ll faint any minute with your condition.” You let off his slip of a tongue, too tired to reprimand him on that. And honestly you wanted nothing more than to return to your bed but you still had something to say. “Worried?” You laughed mockingly, and Ayato had never felt smaller. “Yes.” Still, he managed to say. “Would’ve been nice if you were worried when I was waiting for you in the snow for hours.” That one stings, and Ayato knew he deserved that.
Too tired to chase him away, you just return to your bed and inside your blanket. Ayato just stood awkwardly near the bed. “Have you been taking medicine? How is your head? Would I be allowed to check your temperature? What do you want to-“
“Ayato.” Your tone was chilling, felt like a definite warning—Ayato knew, it was a warning. Right now he doesn’t have any right, there are other matters he should be groveling to take responsibility of, he thought.
“Will you be willing to listen to me?” He kneeled beside the bed, putting his hand on the edge of it, hesitating whether he should touch your hand or not. Your back was still facing him, but you were quiet. Assuming that it was a permission, Ayato continued to talk.
“First of all, I apologize. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how I regret my action, that you had to stand there alone waiting for me—who stupidly didn’t even remember, I apologize.” He whispered, his voice was weak. “No, even way before that the way you always come to the estate to visit me and stood by my side no matter how crazy my work got and how I never thought how it would take a toll on you, I truly truly apologize.” You felt a little part of your heart melted at how meek his voice was.
“I took your unconditional kindness and patience for granted,” he said. There was silence after that, “you did,” you finally said. “I’m sorry.” Ayato repeated once again. He then very hesitantly grabbed your hand, and as soon as he saw that you gave the okay he brought it to his face, kissing your palm very lovingly. You turned your head to him as you were lying down, he looked disheveled.
“Don’t go to the estate anymore.” The blue-haired male announced suddenly, your stomach dropped as he quickly continued.
“From now on I’ll come to you.”
You blinked. “I’ll make sure to be here every day, greeting you first thing in the morning.” Ayato smiled, determined. He was sure on his decision to do this. “As of now, I know very well I don’t deserve your kindness, so I’ll try hard to do better, to do my best, for you.”
Your heart softened at his words.
“Can you please give me this chance?” He was desperate. Your anger slowly dissipated, a warm light like a candle flickered inside your chest, a hope. “Okay.” Ayato was over the moon hearing the response, that he couldn’t help but kiss your temple. Your stomach fluttered, it knew you missed his touch. “For now can I ask you to eat and take medicine?” He asked while gently tucking your hair behind your ear. You nodded, as he got everything ready. He ended up beside you all day, taking care of your needs.
Since that day Ayato did not break his promise even once. Always coming in the morning, sometimes with gift on his hand, other times with breakfast all ready. Then he shared his schedule with you for the day, and even then he’d always be the one to visit you when he was free, showering you with such overwhelming love. It was clear that the man love you very very much, and now he didn’t let you forget that.
“Ayato, thank you.” You said, on a random night. He just looked at you, adoration was apparent on his expression. “Anything for you, love. I mean it, anything.” He kissed your lips gently, the nightfall continued comfortably.
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hitomisuzuya · 2 months
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MY BELOVED (ur work is my absolute favorite u always have me on my hands and knees!!) I’m actually very serious the fire in my stomach when u post is <333
Dressing ur pretty boy Scara up as a maid! The outfits rather tight.. rather revealing and while he hates it and gives u quite the stinky eye all day, you can’t help but ride him to make him feel better! How sweet of you
Though his dominance starts to shine through as your “dominance” starts fading into submission when riding him, he calls you mommy while growling over how your walls clench around him, maybe if we ride him right after his orgasm he’ll get overstimulated and really see who’s really trying to be in charge here <3
“Wait.. wait! Wait oh fuck~” vibes <33
I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE IM JUGGLING TYPING THIS AND WRITING CLASS NOTES
Scaramouche x fem!reader Smut. Riding. Overstimulation. Degradation. Dom!Scara.
This made perfect sense 😳 Thank you, everyone for all your support and patience❤️ Be careful in class now😌 I may write a second part for this.
Dressing Scaramouche up in a maid outfit was supposed to be joke at first. You'd told him that he had the perfect legs for a maid outfit, and after some hissing and grumbling, he'd indulged you in your silly whim.
He was resolved to also get a hold of your phone to delete the picture you'd taken of him.
The sour expression he'd worn on his face had long since fallen away. In an attempt to placate him, you were bouncing on his cock, making him feel nearly limp from pleasure as he twitched and rutted up inside of you.
Scaramouche's arms were around you, clutching you against him, his eyes hypnotized by the white ring that glossed his cock. He let out a volley of incoherent curses, his eyes flicking to watch your breasts bounce before leaning his head down towards them.
He let out a wanton whimper as your hand found the back of his head to push his mouth towards your breasts. "What's the matter, my sweet Scara?" You cooed, stroking his hair, "is this too much for you too take?"
One of his hands travelled down to grope your ass, growling as he latched his lips onto one of your nipples. "You are clenching around my cock like a total slut, Mommy," He groaned feeling you clench harder around his cock, a high pitched cry keening from your throat.
His tongue swirling around your nipple send jolts of pleasure to your throbbing clit. You arched your back, crying out again as his grip started to tighten a little around you.
You didn't think too much about it at first, figuring he was close to cumming. He had the sweetest, high pitched whimpers and moans. You completely missed the glare in his eyes as yours roll closed, enjoying the feeling of his cock kissing into your sweet spot.
"Cum for me like a good boy," You cooed, making him growl again. Your walls squeezed just right on his cock. It pulsed strong as cum roped inside of you.
Scaramouche writhed underneath you when you didn't stop bouncing. He spat a string of incoherent Japanese curses, overwhelmed by the pleasure of overstimulation.
He could do nothing but moan at your mercy. That is until something snapped in him. Your eyes suddenly open as his hand flew to roughly grasp your chin. "I'm fucking fed up with your feeble display of dominance," His fingers dug into your hips before he lifted you off his cock and fling you onto the bed.
Your eyes widened as he flipped you over onto your stomach. He'd stolen control so fast it stunned you. It made you wonder if you had ever really been in control at all.
"Ass up, slut," Scaramouche snapped, smacking a hand on your ass. You blushed, yelping as you did you were told. It was time for him to put you in your place, especially for making him wear a maid outfit.
A whimper of your own keened from your throat, making him laugh as his fingers found your clit to rub it before lining his cock up with your entrance. His hand pushed your face down onto the pillows as he thrust his cock inside of you all at once, smirking when you gasped loudly from the burst of pleasure.
You whimpered again behind broken moans, his cock slamming into you, his fingers digging bruises into your hips. "Fuck, how are you still so tight after I already rearranged your insides?" He smacked a hand on your ass again, smirking when he heard you choke back a broken cry of bliss.
"Awwa, my bad. I took you off my cock before you could cum," The condescending tone he used made your cheeks flush, drool pooling around your cheeks onto the pillow.
He grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head off the pillows so your moans wouldn't be muffled. He wanted to hear you scream while you creamed hard on his cock, crumbling underneath the sheer weight of his dominance.
And it sounded so fucking sweet to Scaramouche.
"My compliments to you for not ripping the maid uniform off of me earlier," He pulled out only to slam himself back inside of you, groaning when you came screaming on his cock. "I think it's time for you to put it on instead. You'll be the most delicate little maid fuck toy for me."
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hannieehaee · 2 months
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so about the dk thing... hold my beer, luna! I have some things for you:
- him being the biggest advocate for princess treatment™ 24/7, but becoming mean one specific night out of stress (due to work or anything you want), the outcome can be angsty or smutty >> this one can be a little tricky, because I swear I never saw seokmin mad...
- seokmin with an extremely shy s/o who makes him endeared every time, especially if she struggles when asking for any type of ffection
- dk in his mingyu era... also known as the scenario where seokmin gets constantly teased by his s/o about everything he does (which I can see happening, since he's such a sweet soul), but there's a turn 🤨☝️: dk gets his bite back by domming the f out of her 🫶
this is the result of being extremely dk obsessed.
I don't know if any of these were able to spark anything in your pretty brain, but I love anything you write anyway so...
kisses ♡
18+ / mdi
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content: mean!seokmin, sub-ish reader, afab reader, smut, established relationship, angst, fluff, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 2813
a/n: thank u for the suggestions anonie i loved them 🫡 i decided to do the first one hehe (mostly bc i live for princess treatment in fics but thats a subject for another day) hope u enjoy, fellow dk obsessed individual <3
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if there was an award for best boyfriend, seokmin would easily get first place.
he was always known to be the sweetest, most caring boy around. he had even gotten teased in front of millions over the extremely long texts he had a tendency to send to showcase how deeply he cared for the people in his life. seokmin just happened to be an overly affectionate guy, but who could blame him when he had so much love to give?
however, no one had truly scratched the surface of his affections. no one, but you. you bore the brunt of the most passionate and emotional aspects of his love. there was no one in this world seokmin knew how to love better than you. it was almost as if being your boyfriend had been the one task he had been sent to do on this earth. and he did it damn well.
to sum it up, you were his everything. seokmin had always craved romantic love; to have someone who he could give all his affections to without any type of filter or judgement. you happily received his love and gave yours right back, making you one of the most envied couples around due to the love that very clearly radiated out of the two of you.
every single one of your days was met by endless affection from your boyfriend, affections which he adored to give to you. you never had to ask for anything from seokmin. he just always knew the perfect ways in which to take care of you, always insisting on tending to your every need. however, everyone has off days. even seokmin.
the day had started like any other. you'd gone to sleep in each other's arms, waking up equally as tangled up as the previous night. seokmin woke up first, quickly getting ready before kissing you goodbye with the promise of coming back in time to have a dinner with you. the prospect always made him giddy. his whole life he'd always wanted a domestic routine to share with the love of his life day by day and now it was his reality.
like always, he departed home with a smile on his face, knowing he was about to arrive to his dream job that he shared with his best friends only to go back home at the end of the day and fall into your arms all over again. life was good; far too good to seokmin.
it seemed like those were the last few good moments seokmin was meant to have that day, as absolutely everything went wrong after that.
it first began with him embarrassingly tripping on his way out of the car that had driven him to the company, cutting up one of his favorite designer tops (one that had been a limited edition by the way!!). only a few people had seen, so the fall on its own hadnt been too embarrassing. however, as he fell he also happened to drop and smash his phone screen. upon trying to turn his phone back on, he failed, now being stuck with a useless phone for the rest of the day (or even all the way until he had a chance to get it fixed).
the shitty day did not end there. it was just starting.
the next awful predicament occurred just as he walked into the practice room. he hadnt known it until stepping foot inside, but he had just walked into a fight. a few of the members had been fighting about some stupid and unimportant thing, which made at least half of them far too irritable for their own good. on days in which members were irritated at each other, their coordination had a tendency to lack, which only caused more irritation. members snapped at each other throughout the day, making the hours of practice almost unbearable for seokmin. on top of that, he had developed a huge headache just an hour into leaving home. he was also nursing an old ankle injury he had neglected to get treated, which was now acting up due to his fall earlier that day.
his ankle injury led to a few performance team members snapping at him due to his lack in performance. he knew in his heart of hearts that it was just a stressful day for them all (and that his own attitude had been snappy thus far), but he couldnt bring himself to reason this, making him snap right back at his members. even upon going out to eat with his manager he bumped into some rude fans who had been a bit careless with his personal space, except this time he coupdnt react since he knew itd become a scandal.
halfway through his day seokmin realized how rude and unlike himself he had been acting. usually he'd be the mediator in any arguments among members, but today he had even joined in and worsened the situation. he also never really minded if fans were a little overexcited upon meeting him, simply chalking it up to the shock they felt at seeing him. except this time he found himself feeling annoyed? at it. this was very unlike him, but his mood simply continued to worsen throughout the day.
by the time he was heading back home, the final nail was hammered into the coffin. the van that usually drove him back and forth had broken down, causing seokmin, his driver and manager to have to stop on the side of a busy street to check on the issue. seokmin, of course, had to stay inside the van and not make his presence known, knowing he'd easily be recognized in the busy street. this was a fact that irritated him too for some reason.
by the end of it, it had taken over an hour to get the problem fixed, and he had no access to his phone to contact you and let you know that he'd be arriving home way later than usual.
that was the moment in which you entered his mind again. the thought of you instantly made him sigh in relief, knowing that soon enough he'd get to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to a better day.
it was 10:47 when he finally arrived back to your shared home, two hours after the usual time in which he'd reunite with you every day. upon walking in he was met with something he had not wanted to deal with after such an stressful day. you were there to greet him as per usual, but did not seem too happy to see him.
you opened your mouth before he could say anything.
"seokmin, what the hell? i called you twelve times. i even asked the members to call you and no response? what was so important that you ignored me all day?", you seemed very frustrated as you said it, clearly oblivious to the terrible day he'd just had.
"baby– "
"you said you'd be here for dinner by 8! what was so important you couldnt even give me a heads up? we rarely ever get to have dinner together. i spent hours cooking and getting ready and you just ditch me, and for what?", you continued to ramble, giving him no space to answer.
now, any other day seokmin wouldve maybe assumed that your outburst mightve been due to you having a bad day of your own. but today he was just too angry. there was no space in his mind for him to rationalize your lack of sympathy to him in this moment. despite knowing there was no way for you to know that his day had sucked, he also reasoned that you were not even giving him a chance to explain himself. this fact on its own finally did him in. you were going to be unreasonable? fine, then he was going to be mean. all frustrations from the day suddenly came together and manifested into the angry words that were about to leave his mouth.
"and– "
"god, can you please shut up?", he suddenly interrupted you with a tone so icy he even surprised himself, but he kept going regardless, "ive had such a horrible day, i dont appreciate coming home to your nagging. do you even care that maybe i had a reason for being late? i dont have to be here at eight on the dot every single night. nor do i have to keep you updated all day. god, please just leave me alone for today. i cant deal with you on top of everything else."
upon finishing his rambles, seokmin was out of breath. he hadnt said much, but the venom behind his words was enough to render him speechless. the moment the words left his mouth he felt the utmost regret. your face had gone from shocked to dejected to simply sad as he spoke. his went from frustrated to angry to regretful. the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before seokmin tried to go and rectify himself.
"fuck, baby ... im so sorry, i dont know where that came from. i– i didnt mean any of that. i had a horrible day and– "
"is that it? it seemed like something you'd already thought about", it was now your turn to be angry, it seemed.
"no, baby, i swear! i was just trying to ... trying to be mean. i was trying to hurt your feelings. im so sorry. everything went wrong today and i was just so angry all day. i couldnt even call you because i broke my phone. see!", he pulled his phone out to show you, taking the opportunity to get closer to you, "i know its no justification, but i did not mean a single word i said. i love our nightly routine. i love coming home to you every day more than anything. please dont doubt that. i shouldntve taken out my anger on you. it will never happen again. please, please forgive me?", his endless ramble finally came to an end, puppy eyes staring into yours as he hoped you saw the sincerity in them.
halfway through his speech he had managed to make you give into him and let him hold you as he spoke. this simple act made him glad.
"minnie ... im sorry you had a bad day. but you should never speak to me like that. i love you, but i wont tolerate that. if something bothers you, you have to tell me, not blow up on me like– "
"no! nothing about you ever bothers me! i adore absolutely everything about our relationship and our routine. im so sorry. i shouldve told you when i came home that my day had put me in a mood instead of snapping at you like that."
you chuckled, "i cant really blame you. i threw accusations at you the moment you walked in. im sorry. can we call it even?"
"yes, angel. of course. im sorry i spoiled the dinner. wish i couldve seen how pretty you dressed up for me," he pouted at you.
"it's okay, minnie. there's always tomorrow. are you still feeling angry? did your ramble help you at least?", he winced at the mention of the disrespectful words he had just spoken mere minutes ago, but you seemed already unaffected by them.
to be quite honest, seokmin still felt peeved off at his day. from his fall, to his phone, to his members being mean and unreasonable, to then having his car fail and keep him from you, to then finally getting home and picking a fight with you, it was safe to say he was still dissatisfied. he needed something to relieve his stress, but he didnt want to put that onto you again.
"honestly? i still feel frustrated. it was just such a shitty day, i ... i dont know," he sighed, "i kinda feel like breaking something."
"how about me?", you sounded so genuine as you asked.
"huh?"
"yeah. you could use me to destress. right, minnie?", there wasnt even any lust behind your words. he could tell that it was simply you trying to help out your stressed boyfriend.
"d– do you mean be mean to you?"
you nodded, leaning closer to him as you smiled.
"yes, minnie. would that help? taking your frustrations out on me?"
he groaned with no response, choosing instead to pull you into a greedy and wanton kiss.
his hands were immediately rough as they desperately kneaded at every curve in your body, so harsh in their movements he was already sure he'd leave a bruise or two in his wake.
suddenly he pulled away to inquire at you.
"wait, baby. are you sure? i don't want to hurt you."
"you won't. you never would. do your worst, seokmin," and with that, you pulled him back to you to continue kissing.
surprisingly enough, the simple kissing on its own had begun to alleviate his mood a bit. being able to feel your whines as he fondled your body as he saw fit was already making him forget about his shitty day.
it didnt take long for him to drag you to your shared room and throw you on the bed, immediately going to rip your skimpy pajamas off so that he could have a full view of the body he was about to ram into the bed.
"oh, angel. you're so fucking beautiful ... gonna be so fucking mean to you, angel, im sorry," except he wasnt sorry. and both his tone of voice and devilish grin let you know of that fact.
you lay limp for him to take action, something which made him groan internally, knowing you were putting yourself fully at his disposition. he took advantage of this, choosing to undress himself and finally begin to hover over you.
immediately he flipped you around roughly, forcing you onto your elbow and knees as you gasped at the sudden movement. he fondled you some more and made it so you'd arch your back for him as much as physically possible.
he had no need to prepare neither you nor himself, as he was hard the moment you asked him to use you, and you were practically dripping at his rough attitude.
"baby, gonna fuck you now, yeah? let me know if it's too much."
you gave him the green light, leading him to immediately ramming into you with no further warning.
"f– fuck!"
"oh, fuck. feel so fucking good, beautiful. gonna fuck you so good ... gonna atone for every shitty thing that happened today ...", with that he began slamming into you with no mercy, drinking in every single scream you let out. he knew his neighbors might mind, but he didnt care for that right now. all he wanted was for you to crumble under him.
"you're such a good toy for me, angel. my pretty girl, letting me use her– fuck! ... however i see fit."
"m– minnie!"
"i know, beautiful, i know. such a pretty toy ..."
his movements only became harsher as he grew closer and closer to his end. he knew yours was coming too, based on the heightened pitch of your moans and the way you tried to push yourself back on him despite the sheer strength of his thrusts. it was impossible for him not to fall in love with how good you were for him. it was also impossible for him to be actually mean to you, choosing instead to praise you as your orgasm came to be.
"c– cum for me, beautiful. let me fill up your pretty cunt ..."
"yes, minnie! yours, all yours ..."
he didnt need more than that to fill you up, ramming against you one last time as he winced at the loud sound of his hips slamming against your ass. he swore he almost lost consciousness at the inexplicable pleasure he felt from cumming so deep inside you, hearing you slump over due to lack of energy.
your orgasms subsided together, leading seokmin to do quick work of your clean up and settling with you in the still half-messy bed, rushing to hold you in his arms, which was what he'd wanted since leaving home that morning.
"feel better?", you broke the silence.
"yeah, thanks angel," he grinned at you, giving you a quick peck.
"you weren't even mean to me!", you whined.
"it was hard, okay? i love you!"
"yeah, whatever ..."
"say it back!"
"ill think about it."
"baby!", this time he unglued your bodies, hovering over you as he tried to give you his, "you dont be mean!"
you giggled at him, giving in upon his sudden attack of kisses all over your face, "fine! i love you!"
he finally stopped, opting to cuddle into your side once more, "that's what i thought."
a/n: sorry the smut was too short idk how to write seokmin as mean 💔
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blue-jisungs · 3 months
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heyy, how are you doing? hope life's treating you well during the last days of the year 🤚😔
I wanted to request smth but I'm not sure if I should send it here bc I didn't see a link? anyways. I was wondering how would wonwoo or scoups deal with a s/o that hasn't dated nor kissed before and therefore is scared of the commitment and all the pressure that comes with catching feelings? maybe I have a friend who's insecure about that, iykwim
thank you for taking the time<3
firsts (and hopefully, not lasts)
author’s note. hi dear anonnie!! i’m doing good, thank u for asking <3 i hope life was treating you tenderly too!! :D
++ thank u mother @l3visbby for proofreading<33
summary. having a conversation about your worries with wonwoo, who’s understanding and caring
also this turned so self indulgent like 😭😭😭 i relate to all the bitchless single ppl out there fr fr … so worry not, i getchu…. i mean, your friend >_<
word count. ~1,5k
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sometimes you wondered how did that happen. that meaning you and wonwoo dating. him, a talented and handsome idol with lots of charisma, good traits and fans. you, being a simple human with an ordinary life.
it was even quite… boring. nothing really happened in your life. highschool, then college. working and studying, an endless cycle. you were never the one to party – or get invited to parties. sure, you got along with your classmates and co-workers (or even their friends!) but you couldn’t help but feel envious when in their early 20s they already had dated, partied and had the fun of their lives.
you met wonwoo while on a vacation on jeju. for something that felt like ages, you decided to take a trip. alone. just with yourself.
while having a lonely stroll around the neighborhood, you stopped to pet a cat. it had a collar, it certainly wasn’t stray - and surely, loved belly rubs. so while you were petting the feline, wonwoo noticed you. heart warming upon seeing the simplicity and beauty of human nature, he stared for a while longer and went back to the place he stayed at.
he passed you a couple of times – on a beach, when you were secretly petting the cat, when you were riding a rented bicycle with wind blowing your hair.
you were cute and wonwoo decided that ‘screw it’ and approached you once you were reading a book under a byeonggeul tree. and the rest was history.
you’ve been dating for almost three months. yet… you haven’t kissed. wonwoo understood that, how could he not? he respected your boundaries and told you to take your time. he didn’t know the reason – that you haven’t kissed anyone, that he was the first guy you held hands with, that he was your first everything. and in moments like these, when the realization hit you like a wave crushing on rocks by the shore, you were terrified. how come you’re 27 and still a loser? bitchless loser, as many of the younger people would say. sure, wonu never made fun of you (simply because you never talked about it or mentioned it to him) but your friends, that knew you for a long time now… you felt it in your bones that they’re making fun of you.
“hey, is everything okay?” your boyfriend’s (gosh, that sounds so beautifully strange. you never thought the possibility of having a boyfriend is something that was actually possible for you) tender voice reached your ears. tearing your dozed-off eyes away from a random spot in the wall, you nodded with a shy smile.
wonwoo sat next to you, placing his warm hand over yours.
“come on, i can see something is bothering you. you’ve zoned out” he snickered and you just send him a smile “you do that a lot lately, you know? is something bothering you?”
‘you. you are the reason of my bothers’ you thought, sighing.
“well…” you started and already knew it was a mistake. wonwoo cocked an eyebrow.
“so there is something” he hummed, satisfied “you know i won’t judge, hm?”
he knew exactly what you were thinking. one would think it’s kind of creepy. actually, you found it adorable. he knew you so well, almost as if you knew each other since childhood.
“i know but… it’s silly” you mumbled and your eyes met his warm, ebony irises. wonwoo fixed his glasses with a swift flick and shook his head. you opened your mouth to say something.
communication is key, they say. you should probably tell him what’s on your mind, right?
you just sighed.
“how do you… bear with me? we… we haven’t kissed and–”
“i hate to interrupt but i’ve told you this. i don’t mind. you being comfortable it’s the most important thing to me and i would hate to lose your trust” he said, a bit sternly but you knew it was pure care speaking through him.
“i know but… i haven’t kissed, wonwoo. like, never. and actually, i’m scared. because this is my first relationship. my parents and friends have this pressure on me… and it’s so draining. ‘you didn’t even kiss yet?’, ‘when are you going to introduce him to us?’, ‘does he take you on dates?’, ‘do you live together?’, ‘are you really committed?’... ‘are you sure you like him?’... and how… how would i know? i’m scared” you burst out suddenly, words leaving your lips like water erupting from a waterfall. you see his eyes widen in shock, lips parting.
“scared of what?” wonwoo asked, blinking slowly “me…?”
“no. yes. i mean, no!” you laugh and see a wave of relief wash over him. then he frowns, so you explain “i’m scared of what you’ll think or… or where we will be in the future. i’m scared to do some things with you but also… kind of excited? i’m scared of committing but i’m also frightened of not committing! like, with all respect, how will i know i love you? do you just wake up one day and know it’s love? i’m scared i’ll get hurt or even worse, hurt you. i don’t know what to do…” your voice died in your throat.
great, you overshared. now he’ll think you’re actually insane.
you could see wonwoo was baffled. you sat in silence for five minutes, his thumb drawing circles on your hand in a soothing manner.
“that’s… a lot to process” nonu let out a small laugh and you smiled.
“i know, sorry. it’s just been on my mind lately” you mumbled. wonwoo brings his leg to the couch, then puts his other hand and grabs both of yours. looking you in the eye with seriousness, you tense a bit. uh oh.
“to be honest, baby…” your boyfriend starts (and the nickname still makes your stomach swirl with butterflies - even though you always thought it would make you cringe. surprisingly, coming from wonwoo’s lips, it doesn't) “it’s hard to answer all of these. i really like you and i truly hope our relationship will last. but human heart is really unpredictable. we don’t know what the future will bring and we can only do our best and hope, it’ll only be positive things”
you nod. you’d like that – wonwoo was a person you could never get tired of.
“i didn’t know i’m your first boyfriend. and… i feel very touched that you trust me enough to share it with me and be with me. if you’re scared that kissing or something will overwhelm you… i’ll do my best to guide you into everything you want. and if you don’t, i’ll understand that” he said and you suddenly feel like crying. your friends always say that men are shit. wonwoo must be a real angel, then.
“i can’t really tell you how you’ll know you love me. everyone realizes in their own time, their own way. i don’t think… i don’t think i’ve ever experienced romantic love, to be honest” the words left his lips and you stared at him in shock “we’re not so different, dear”
you melted, feeling your lower lip start to quiver.
“and… thank you for sharing your worries with me. i’m really proud, you know? you were scared of others’ opinion, what i will think… of your own emotions. and it's normal. it’s understandable, especially in your first relationship. but i’m here for you, okay?” he cooed, his lips forming into a gentle smile.
“you’re not… angry?” you asked quietly. his face morphed into confusion.
“no, why would i be?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.
“well, it kind of sounded like i wanted to break up. which, i don’t of course. but um… you know… a girl tells you she’s scared… i dunno…” you rambled and blew air into your cheeks.
“i’m not, of course i’m not. in fact, i’m happy. i know now how you feel, i know what’s been troubling you. and i just want you to know that… with time, it’ll become natural for you. i mean, i’d hope so” he grinned “also, for the record, i won’t judge your kisses. of course i wouldn’t but… if that makes you more comfortable, then–”
“but be honest, do you even want to kiss me?” you huffed. he giggled, shaking his head.
“duh! what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i didn’t want to kiss my gorgeous partner?” wonwoo asked a - obviously rhetorical - question, squeezing your hand gently. “i do. i really do. but as i said…”
you loosened your hand from his tender hold and smacked his arm jokingly. he looked at you disoriented but with an amused smile.
“take my time… blah, blah, blah. okay. i will, you know it” you said and sent him a serious look “but promise me… if i ever do something wrong, you tell me. right away. like… ‘y/n you’re being a bad partner!’”
wonwoo scoffed and seeing your serious look, he nodded.
“i will. i swear on my love for chan” he said and placed his hand on his heart with a proud smirk.
“awww- wait, what?” you laughed and wonwoo followed along, the comforting sound of your laughters merging together in a beautiful melody.
and you have a strange feeling in your heart. you’re not sure what is it but you’re certain that it’s its way of saying ‘you’re safe with him’.
masterlist <3
taglist. @mirxzii ,, @primoppang ,, @l3visbby ,, @nicholasluvbot ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @dazzlingligth
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auras-moonstone · 7 months
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hi i cant tell u how excited i am everytime i get your notifications 😭😭 also i know if i send a rec you'll do an amazing job so i'm requesting one rn i hope u like it!
barista y/n and ethan landry who are coworkers after class, they're always teasing eachother and there is some (light) flirting
y/n hasn't realized yet how attractive he is, until he passes behind her grabbing her waist to get on the other side of the counter to get an order.
it's not rlly a plot but GOD i'm imagining ethan in his tight little polo shirt and the apron around his waist, his front curls w a little bit of sweat onto them while he makes coffee..... i'm so weak 😭
thank you so much😭🥺 i was so excited to write this! love the concept so so much. hope you like it 🫶🏻
glitch — ethan landry
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pairing: barista!ethan landry x barista!fem!reader
summary: ethan has a crush on his co-worker, and she doesn’t reciprocate that crush until one touch changes everything.
warnings: a bit suggestive, but no smut
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TRUTH WAS, ETHAN HAD BEEN SIMPING HARD FOR Y/N SINCE HIS VERY FIRST DAY OF WORK. How could he not when she had that graceful smile on her face that made every customer weak in the knees? Ethan clearly wasn’t not the exception, he could work-ship the ground she walked on. But the attraction was very much one-sided.
It wasn’t that he was invisible to her, but she just didn’t see him the way he wanted to. They did flirt a bit, but while he did it with the intention of making her notice him in a romantic way, she only did it for fun, there weren’t any second intentions involved. Besides, Ethan had to watch every day the way boys would hit on her and asked for her number and how she wrote it in the palm of their hands. It broke his heart knowing she would never see him in another light.
“How many times did you have to write your number in someone’s hands today?” Ethan asked faking a laugh as they closed the cafe.
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully “Today was a chill one, so not much.”
“Have you ever gone on a date with any those guys?” he asked curiously. She never talked about going on dates, or never mentioned she was seeing or texting someone.
Y/N looked at him with surprise eyes. “Eth, please tell me you don’t believe I actually hand in my number that easily.”
“Wait what?”
The girl laughed, and punch him in the arm lightly. “You do think that! God, Ethan. I give them fake numbers. I don’t want random people texting me.”
“Can’t you just say no?” Ethan asked confused.
“I don’t want them to feel bad.” she shrugged.
“So you give them fake numbers and make some strangers let them know the pretty barista gave them a fake number?” Ethan asked incredulously.
Y/N grimaced “Okay, that sounds bad too, but I least I don’t have to see their rejected faces and they don’t get turned down in public.”
Ethan laughed, and the pressure on his chest evaporated. Was it crazy that he felt relieved by this new information? A bit. “So that means that I shouldn’t bother to ask for your number?” he acted disappointed.
Y/N chuckled. “Econ geniuses are my weakness, so I would never give you a fake number.”
Ethan blushed and shoved her “Shut up! I’m not an Econ genius.”
“Anyone who passes that dreadful class is a genius in my eyes” she said, shoving him back. “Let me give you my number, but don’t ghost me, okay?”
“I would never.”
“Good, cause you’d break my heart.” she joked, writing down her real number on his palm. Her hand felt so good on his, Ethan wished she would never let go. “There you go. Text me, we should hang out outside of work.”
“Really?” Ethan’s eyes shone and his heart started doing cartwheels.
“Of course, Eth. I actually like being around you” she smiled softly. Ethan would definitely mark that day as the best day of his life. “I can set you up with someone and we can go on a double date!” his face fell. So much for hoping. “Or, we can do something just the two of us. Now that I think about it, we don’t actually know much about the other. What a fake friendship we have.”
Friendship. That’s all he was ever going to have with her, and he needed to come in terms with it. Y/N was amazing, and he should be lucky to have her around, even if it was just as a friend.
Although, on a wednesday morning, the turning point happened. The university’s cafe was completely packed, and so they had to work ten times faster than usual. Stress filled the air of the small shop.
“Ugh, stupid machine! You had to choose this day to work like shit?” Y/N groaned, hitting the coffee machine. The coffee poured down slowly, and knowing it was going to take ages for the cup to be filled, she took one step backwards in frustration.
Ethan, who was trying to get to the other side to deliver a drink, bumped into her. Being in a rush, he almost made her lose her balance when they collided, but he grabbed her by the waist just in time to steady her. “Sorry! Are you okay?”
Y/N wanted to say yes, but she was not okay. Not because he had hurt her, but because the feeling of his big hand on her waist left her speechless. It produced a glitch on her body, a malfunction that caused her brain to not be able to utter a single syllable. She only managed to nod before setting her eyes on the coffee machine as if it were the most interesting thing on the planet.
For the rest of the stressful shift, Y/N found herself sneaking glances towards the tall boy every time she could. She couldn’t help it, her eyes diverted on their own and every time Ethan would pass by her, her whole body tensed and yearned for one more touch.
Ethan’s electric touch had been like a bug that altered her whole system. How in the world did she not notice him like that before? The way his cute polo shirt hung to him like a second skin—giving him the look of a hot nerd that Y/N was now a complete sucker for—, the way he adorably frowned in concentration as he prepared a drink, or the way his beautiful curls sticked to his forehead because of the sweat—honestly, she had no idea sweaty men could be that attractive. That’s what Ethan Landry was. He was so fucking attractive, and now that Y/N saw it, it took her lots of self-control not to push him against the counter and kiss the hell out of him.
“Tough shift, right?” Ethan said as they cleaned the now empty cafe.
Her gaze dropped down to his arms, his biceps flexed as he cleaned the counter. He was so hot. “Yeah.”
“What’s wrong with you today? You seemed off the entire day.” he asked confused.
“Nothing, I’m just really tired.” she said casually, forcing herself to look away from him.
“God, yes. My body is about to collapse.” he groaned as he stretched his arms. The action cause his shirt to ride up, showing a bit of his lower stomach.
Y/N’s grip on the cloth tightened as she felt the heat growing between her legs. I get it, I’m an idiot for not noticing how hot he is! Stop torturing me, she said to her hormones. “Same.”
Ethan laughed. “Seriously, what’s going on? Do you feel sick? You’re flushed, your face is really red. Do you have a fever? I can finish cleaning, you can go home, or wait for me and I’ll drive you.”
And he was so fucking sweet too. She wanted to rip her heart out and give it to him. “No, I’m okay.”
But Ethan didn’t believe her, so he walked towards her and cup her cheeks, making her breath hitch. “You’re not. What are you not telling me?”
Y/N sighed, he was not going to let go. “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”
“I wanted to know, now I need to know. Tell me.”
“I’m horny, okay?” she blurted out in an exasperated tone. “And it’s your fault!”
“W-what?” he took one step back, eyes widened.
“Yes, you put your hand on me today and I can’t just stop thinking about your long fingers on the curve of my waist. And you won’t believe half the things I’ve seen inside my head since. You have been driving me crazy the whole day”
Ethan’s mouth was dry. At first, he thought she was messing with him, but her shiny glossy doe eyes were telling him a different story. She wanted him. “Try me. No, actually, show me.”
And it was then when the cafe’s temperature raised, when lust filled the air and their bodies turned warm with need. Five seconds later, Y/N fastened herself to him with a stitch—she grabbed Ethan by the collar of his polo, and tugged him down to met her lips in one ferocious kiss. She walked him backwards until his lower back hit the edge of the counter. He moaned both in pain and excitement.
The girl sneaked her hand down his shirt and felt his toned abs, groaning in delight against his lips. “So fucking hot. I need you.”
Ethan grabbed her by the forearms to change positions and then turned Y/N around so that her back was against his front and her stomach pressed against the marble counter.
He bit her earlobe and then started dragging his wet lips down the skin of her neck, sucking on her sweet spot. His veiny rough hands slipped inside her shirt, exploring the skin of her stomach and then they settled on her waist, giving them a squeeze. “You liked this, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” she replied breathlessly, resting the back of her head on his chest.
“Isn’t this better though?” he asked huskily on her ear as he trailed his fingers upwards, cupping her breasts. “No bra? Lucky me.”
“Eth…” she moaned, clenching her thighs, desperate have him inside her.
Noticing that, Ethan used his right leg to spread her thighs apart. “Bend over the counter, love.” he commanded, raising her skirt up to her hips and unbuckling his belt. “Be a good girl and moan my name.”
When they left the cafe, they were both still flushed by the dirty and hot encounter they had. Ethan still couldn’t comprehend how the day ended—he had walked inside the cafe that morning, the idea of fucking Y/N didn’t even cross his mind because he knew he had no chance. And now he was leaving with his hand intertwined in hers.
Y/N, on the other hand, didn’t even want to think about her life before that shift, when she wasn’t at Ethan’s mercy, when she didn’t know he kissed slowly and with passion, that he was a very dirty talker, that his touch felt like heaven, that he loved being praised as much as he loved praising, that he made the hottest sounds and that even though he had been attractively rough during sex, he was a fucking sweetheart after it, making sure she wasn’t in pain and had a good time. Now, Y/N was all about Ethan Landry.
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diddiqueen · 27 days
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Message in a bottle (part eight)
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Ellie texts the wrong number, which happens to be yours. Friendship, too many bad jokes, flirting, and maybe something more ensues… (Ellie Williams x girl reader) -> Part seven
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger last time lol. Hope this chapter lives up to your expectations:)
Series masterlist
BEFORE YOU READ: masterpost on how you can educate yourself on and help Palestine (09.20) *your picture*
(09.23) well good morning to you too
(09.23) Omg omg fuck (09.23) Can I pour bleach in ur eyes pls?
(09.23) who sends nudes 9 morning?
(09.24) It was the wrong photo
(09.24) if you say so
-─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── (15.34) I was gonna send pic of my dog (15.34) I promise (15.34) Sorry if I made it awkward
(15.34) it’s okay, dw about it (15.34) it was a good picture (15.34) like objectively
(15.35) Thanks ig
(15.35) can I see the dog then instead of ur tits (15.35) not that I was complaining
(15.35) Shut up (15.35)* you send her a picture of your dog*
(15.36) awww she’s adorable (15.36) almost as cute as you
(15.36) U don’t know how I look
(15.36) i know parts
(15.36) Can we never talk about this again?
(15.36) you don’t have to be embarrassed (15.36) everyone makes mistakes
(15.37) Yeah (15.37) But not mistakes like that (15.37) Like I can never show my face to u
(15.37) nooo (15.37) i wanna see that too
(15.37) Too?
(15.37) yk what I mean
(15.37) No (15.37) Explain yourself ms ellie… (15.37) Im kidding
(15.37) well it’s okay (15.37) we’re okay
(15.37) Good
(15.38) talk to you later?
(15.38) Always
(15.38) oh lala (15.38) what a romantic
(15.38) Shut the fuck up (15.38) Is that better for u?
(15.38) always
-─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
(21.56) Just wanted to say sorry again (21.56) For making u see that
(21.56) i said it’s fine
(21.56) Yeah ik (21.56) But still
(21.56) okay I forgive you (not that it’s much to forgive yk)
(21.56) Good (21.56) Thanks (21.56) Or idk what to say more
(21.56) well how about goodnight? (21.56) see you tomorrow?
(21.57) Yeah good night, ellie
Day 39
(11:09) What’s ur favourite food
(11:09) why? (11:09) taking me out on a date?
(11:09) U wish (11:09) No, but I’m at the grocery store with my mum (11:10) Im so bored
(11:10) well i like ravioli
(11:10) Ravioli? (11:10) With funghi?
(11:10) ew no, I hate mushrooms
(11:10) Same (11:10) But ravioli really?
(11:11) is something wrong about that?
(11:11) No (11:11) Its just a little random
(11:11) well whats your favorite food then?
(11:11) Hmm (11:11) Probably sushi
(11:11) i dont like sushi (11:11) it's so slimy
(11:12) Have u ever tried it?
(11:12) no but i just know
(11:12) Dont knock it before you try it or what ever they say
(11:12) are you my non existent parents or what?
(11:12) I did feel like my mum saying that (11:12) Speaking of her, i think ive lost her (11:12) Brb
(11:13) okay?
(11:18) She isnt answering my calls (11:18) I feel like a little kid lost in the grocery store
(11:18) aw poor you
(11:18) Fuck off (11:18) This isnt funny (11:19) What if she left without me (11:19) I dont have a car
(11:19) why would she? (11:19) I dont know (11:19) Maybe she forgot about me
(11:19) snd im the dramatic one?
(11:19) Wait (11:19) I think i see her
(11:19) okay (11:22) hello? (11:22) talk to you later? (11:37) bye
-─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
(16:34) Sorry for being mia (16:34) Just found my mum and then my phone died
(16:35) hi again (16:35) its fine lol
(16:35) Ik just wanted to say that (16:35) Anyways whats up with u?
(16:35) not much really (16:35) just rewatching the star wars movies
(16:35) All at once?
(16:35) no (16:35) im on the first one
(16:36) Ive never seen those movies
(16:36) what? (16:36) that is so not okay (16:36) you have to see them
(16:36) Can you see them with me?
(16:36) Maybe (16:36) I dont really like movies
(16:36) wtf? (16:36) why?
(16:36) They are just too looong
(16:36) well these movies are different
(16:37) Because they are extra long?
(16:37) that too (16:37) but they are just amazing and so interesting
(16:37) Space nerd
(16:37) well space is amazing (16:37) Its so big
(16:37) yeah (16:37) thats what’s so fascinating (16:37) how we are just sitting on a little rock somewhere and barely know anything about the rest
(16:38) When you say it like that, it sounds calming (16:38) Like everything is not such a big deal
(16:38) right? (16:38) its also super cool (16:38) like with all the galaxies and planets (16:38) i love the visuals of star wars
(16:38) Because of leia?
(16:39) shut up (16:39) i cant believe i told you that
(16:39) Hahahah (16:39) Well, i thought about this the other day (16:39) Have you realized signs from when you were younger that you were gay (16:39) Like i remember telling my friends that majority of guys are just ugly and that girls are “just objectively prettier”
(16:40) omg (16:40) that totally sounds like something 12-year-old me would say (16:40) i was sooo not interested in boys while all the other girls where obsessed with them
(16:40) Yeah me too (16:40) Like i thought i was just very very picky (16:40) Then another thing that i remember is that i used to make out with my friends as “practice for the boys”
(16:40) omg?? (16:40) can it be more cliché?
(16:41) Yeah i know (16:41) that was my young selfs dream (16:41) i was so jealous when i heard about some girls doing that (16:41) should have told me a thing or two
(16:41) Not your dream now?
(16:41) well now i want to do it for real
(16:41) okay (16:41) i get that
(16.41) my obsession with Amanda Seyfried after watching Mamma Mia as a kid was also quite an obvious sign (16.41) i just thought she was so pretty to look at
(16.42) Omg (16.42) And the beach scene
(16.42) yup (16.42) didn't understand why it made me so nervous
(16.42) Lmao same (16.42) I also had an obsession with Taylor Swift's music video for Bad Blood (16.42) Would watch it over and over again
(16.43) i haven't seen that one
(16.43) Oh? (16.43) Have you lived under a rock?
(16.43) clearly
(16.43) Well, go see it then
(16.43) now?
(16.43) Yeah?
(16.43) ok (16.47) wow (16.47) i get it (16.47) that's so cute to think about (16.48) like 9-year-old you watching that video over and over again
(16.48) Ik im cute
(16.48) and a little self-absorbed?
(16.48) Well who isn't?
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(19.23) i forgot to ask (19.23) what are you doing tonight?
(19.23) Hi again! (19.23) Im going to a partyyyyy (19.23) Im so excited
(19.24) have you already started pregaming?
(19.24) No (19.24) Just full of dopamine (19.24) It's one of my friend's 18th party
(19.24) oh right (19.24) those have started now
(19.24) Yup (19.24) It's gonna be so much fun
(19.24) do i need to prepare for drunk texts?
(19.24) Maybe?
(19.24) well have fun and stay safe
(19.24) Okay mum
(19.25) 😘😘
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Ellie takes off her reading glasses and looks at her phone. 23.45 it reads. She’d been looking through her old comics all night, all alone in the dorm since Dina was who-the-fuck-knew with Jesse and the other two girls at some party like they usually were. She didn’t necessarily feel alone, she could have asked to join her roommates' party or hang out with Jesse and Dina. 
Even though they were dating, they still were friends with Ellie and were far too kind to not let her join them, even if they wanted alone time. She didn’t want to bother them though. It didn’t matter that Dina told her countless times over the five days Ellie had known about their relationship, that she was still their best friend and would never be a burden. Anyways, Ellie did not really want to be the third wheel. Yesterday she’d seen Jesse kiss Dina’s cheek goodnight and she felt disgusted. Like she had seen something she shouldn’t have. Even though she didn’t have any parents, she imagined that’s what it felt like seeing one's parents being touchy with each other. 
Although she’d joked about Jesse impregnating Dina multiple times, the thought of them two actually together felt very weird. But it made her friends happy, so who was she to judge? She probably only had to get used to it and seeing Dina’s smile after hanging out with Jesse made the process quicker. 
Ellie’s about to put her phone down when it starts going all crazy, vibrating and shit. Someone was calling her.
She glanced over the screen and read your name. Why were you calling her? Also at midnight of all times? Then she remembered that oh shit you were probably drunk. The thought of speaking to the drunk version of you made her stomach flip, filled with giddy excitement but also nervousness.
She adored your teasing but still caring personality and tried to imagine you drunk. Which personality traits would largen? Would you go all cocky or become a sappy pool of emotions? Ellie was excited to find out and pressed the “answer” button just in time before the signal died out. She had been sitting too lost in thoughts about you to actually remember to answer your call.
As she presses her phone to her ear, she can hear the faint sound of music and people talking in the background. She took a deep breath just as you started speaking, voice filled with enthusiasm.
“Hi Ellie!”, you call out, voice drowning out the background music. “How are you tonight? I hope you’re good. I’m having so much fun!”, you continue your ramble. Yup, she could definitely tell you were drunk.
“Hey! I was just about to start missing your drunk texts”, Ellie starts and hears your giggles on the other side of the line. “But I guess I got lucky, getting a whole-ass phone call”.
“Yeah, I’m too good to you”, you slur and she can hear the sound of the music sinking. Maybe you went to a quieter place. “Ah, fresh air”. Okay, outside it was.
“Where are you?”, she asks, wanting to make sure you are somewhere safe.
“In my friend’s garden, they have so many pretty flowers”, you answer but then go quiet. A whole 10 seconds go before one of you starts talking again. Ellie doesn’t really know what to say, the nervous bubble in her stomach growing every minute. “Are you still there, Ellie?”, you ask when she doesn’t answer.
“Yeah, sorry. Are you alright?”, she shyly responds, looking out at her dorm. Eyes glancing over her desk filled with different sketches and undone homework. Walls filled with posters and Polaroid photos of her and her friends, smiling faces staring back at her. Her hand traces the soft material of the duvet covering her bed as she waits for the sound of your voice.
“I’m splendid”, you slur and she chuckles.
“Oh, didn’t know it was big words o’clock”, she teases and you click your tongue, pretending to sound annoyed. “But really, how are you? Is everything alright?”. She was a bit worried, she was sure your friends were good and all, but you never knew with drunk people.
“I told you Ellie”, you laugh as you speak. “I’m good. I’ve had so much fun tonight and now I’m talking to you, the night couldn’t have ended better. Am I right?”. Ellie wasn’t sure if to take your words seriously or not. You were just drunk, she thought, or more like reassured herself. She was just overthinking stuff as always. 
“Of course. I love drunk calls”, Ellie calls back sarcastically. Her voice lowered at the end and she wasn’t sure it sounded as ironic as she intended. 
“Yeah, I really like talking to you”, you say and Ellie can feel her stomach turn. You’re just drunk. You’re just drunk, she keeps reminding herself like a mantra. “Don’t you like talking to me, Ellie?”, you ask when she takes too long to answer. 
“Yes, I like talking to you”. The words were stumbling out of her mouth. She prays to god, even though she didn’t really believe in those things, that you were too drunk and wouldn’t remember this phone call in the morning. 
Then she hears something she can only decipher as “you have a pretty voice” from you. What in the world? Did she hear that right? Sure, you were drunk, but drunk words were sober thoughts or whatever that saying was. To be on the secure side, she ignores your comment even though she will probably think about it all night. “I wanna meet you someday”, you continue to slur.
Oh my god. It was not like the thought of meeting you hadn’t crossed her mind, it had. Multiple times. It was a very common daydream of hers, to finally put a face on your voice and teasing texts. Not just tits, okay she will shut up now. 
But to think that you wanted to meet her too, that was too much for her. What if you thought she was annoying in real life or worse, ugly? She definitely knew you weren’t. Even though she didn’t know how you looked, she could sense it. It was like she had a gaydar but for pretty girls. You definitely made the alarm bell go off. 
“Oh y/n, I think you are very drunk now. Could you go back to your friends for me?”, Ellie tells you when she finally landed from her spiral of thoughts. She had to bring herself back to earth in some way.
“Okay, fine”, you slur back before continuing. “But I mean it though. Good night, Ellie”. How could you be so easygoing about these things? Maybe it was the alcohol you had drunk and the lack of what Ellie had. Probably that, or at least that’s what Ellie told herself.
“Goodnight. Sleep tight”, she finally told you.
“Don’t let the bedbugs bite”, you call back before hanging up. Oh god, what a ride of a phone call. Even more nerve-wracking for Ellie than the last one. Hearing about your date made her feel queasy, even though she didn’t know why. She just cared a lot about you, Ellie had thought to herself when that phone call ended a couple days ago. 
As she lays down on her bed, she stares up at the ceiling and watches the little glow-in-the-dark stars she had put up at the beginning of the year. They made her feel a little less alone and just as she was about to change into pyjamas, she could hear footsteps outside her room. Dina?
The door opens and reveals a smiling and slightly flushed Dina. She walks into the room and falls backward on her bed. “Hi, Ellie. Why are you still up?”, she asks, eyebrows furrowing.
“Ehm, it’s a long story”, Ellie mumbles and looks down, hoping she didn’t look too affected by her previous conversation with you.
“Are you blushing, Ellie? Did you talk to your phone crush again?”, Dina asks curiously, examining Ellie’s face.
“Oh my god shut up, Dina. She’s just my friend”. She could tell it wasn’t too convincing based on Dina’s facial expression. Also the growing redness she could feel taking over her freckled cheeks and neck was kinda telling on her.
It was going to be hard to fall asleep tonight for Ellie. 
Day 40
(09.45) good morning sunshine!!!
(09.45) Omg shut up (09.45) Is this some sort of payback? (09.45) I feel like it is
(09.45) you can bet your ass it’s payback (09.45) how are you feeling? (09.45) hungover?
(09.46) Ugh (09.46) Don’t remind me (09.46) I will never drink again
(09.46) what was it? (09.46) famous last words?
(09.46) I despise you
(09.46) did you come home safe last night?
(09.46) Yeah, I’m sleeping at Jenny’s (09.46) Didn’t want my parents to notice my state last night
(09.47) naughty girl
(09.47) Are you Santa or what?
(09.47) i can be anything you want
(09.47) A magic genie?
(09.47) please tell me your wishes, m’lady
(09.47) World peace, equality and a shit ton of money for me
(09.47) is it really equality if you’re super rich and some people not?
(09.47) Shut up (09.47) Ur not supposed to question my wishes
(09.47) my apologies m’lady
(09.47) Anyways (09.47) Omg I gotta tell you
(09.47) what? (09.47) Last night, the craziest stuff happened
(09.48) like what, did you get your first kiss?
(09.48) Shut up (09.48) No, but some guys started fighting
(09.48) okay?
(09.48) I think one spilled out another’s beer or something (09.48) Then all their friends ganged up on each other (09.48) Like a full-blown fistfight (09.48) I didn’t see it, like I barley remember anything after 23 (09.48) But my friends told me and showed me pictures of one of the guys fucked up face (09.48) It was all purple and swollen (09.48) Like in a movie
(09.49) wtf (09.49) were you okay then?
(09.49) Yup (09.49) I was in another room (09.49) But then a lot of people just went around and tried to get out of the house at the same time and like people panicked and so (09.49) Also a window broke because one guy pushed another guy into it
(09.49) oh shit (09.49) how are your friend then?
(09.49) She’s fine but a little shaken (09.49) We had to comfort her and pick up all the glass on the floor (09.50) I feel so bad for her, she cried all night (09.50) Like her bday party was ruined because of some stupid guys
(09.50) yeah that sucks (09.50) men always have to ruin everything
(09.50) So true, perks of being a lesbian ig
(09.50) yup and all the beautiful women
(09.50) Of course (09.50) What are you doing today then?
(09.50) not much (09.50) maybe do some homework
(09.50) Same
(09.50) talk to you later?
(09.50) Of course A/N: Hope you liked it, thanks for reading! The fight was based on my friend's 18th party a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't there but my friends told me about it and showed pics of one of the guy's face, it was horrifying.
PART NINE
DONT FORGET YOUR DAILY CLICK
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liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 7,282,586 others yn danke, germany 🫀 next up, monaco !!!
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landonorris See you again, y/n!
⤷ yn @ landonorris awww landooo! havent seen you in forever, see you!!
⤷ f1norr1s @yn @ landonorris since, uh, when! ⤷ ynupdater @f1norr1s y/n actually used to go karting and met lando there:)
━ you got a notification from lando nowins on imessage !
lando nowins
perceval
want to watch a concert with me and ricciardo before qual tomorrow?
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charlie lecook but can’t cook
Who would we be watching?
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lando nowins
An old friend of mine, y/n y/l/n. You know of her? https:///instagram.com/yn/dw373orj40302
| charlie lecook but can’t cook
Sure 👍🏻
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lando.jpg and charles_leclerc Y/n, you’ve done it again! You’ve come so far and I am proud to say I witnessed it since you were babbling Speak Now. You are a star! ⭐️
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charles_leclerc No need to out me like that, landoo😂 But good pics, I guesss
yn LANDO IM IN A PUDDLE OF TEARS 🥹 thank you thank you thank you for comin with your mates (thanks for enjoying charles) 🫶🏻 you’ve got a talent at photography, might have to hire you?????????
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yn wait these are acc really good… THANKS DANIELLLL! hope u enjoyed 🫠
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tagged @yn charles_leclerc I got a few photos @ landonorris!
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f1w4gs WAIT WHY WOULD SHE MAKE A GOOD WAG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
landonorris That last photo is foul, Perceval…
yn thanks king charles 😴
━ danielricciardo just followed yn ! ━ charles_leclerc just followed yn !
━ yn just followed danielricciardo and charles_leclerc back !
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liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 5,686,585 others yn decided to stay a little longer? @ danielricciardo @ landonorris ❤️‍🩹
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charles_leclerc There’s room at the Ferrari if you’d like :)
⤷ landonorris SORE LOSER
⤷ danielricciardo Give up, Charles. Yn is a McLaren girl 😎🧡
⤷ charles_leclerc I’m being ganged up @yn
⤷ yn erm… goodluck to everyone ❤️🧡
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scuderiaferrari POLE POSITION AT HOME 🚀 #MonacoGP #CharlesLeclerc
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f1wwwwaaaag y/n, what are you doin here!
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yn LETS GO NORRIS NO MORE LANDO NO WINS!
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yn tehe. view all 1,484,282 comments
landonorris … what…
⤷ yn nothin personal landoe, just visiting
⤷charles_leclerc and wearing ferrari merch
⤷ landonorris NOT COOL WHAT
⤷ danielricciardo Excuse me.. @yn.. mom???
⤷carlossainz55 She’s with us now ❤️
⤷ yn guys is it a bad time to say im a redbull fan and i jus wanna support u 😴
⤷ charles_leclerc what.
⤷ landonorris …
⤷maxverstappen1 Stop by the garage of your team 🏆
⤷ redbullracing Sending over a PR package 🫶🏻
⤷ landonorris Unbelievabe @ maxverstappen1 is this about me breaking your trophy?
mclandonalds the grid is so funny fighting over yn
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liked by 10,585,956 others yn listen, i love everyone. i love f1 - 05.28.23 a day to remember
mercedesamgf1 🖤
⤷ scuderiaferrari ❤️
⤷ redbullracing ❤️
⤷ mclaren 🧡🧡🧡
charles_leclerc But you love us more, right?
⤷ yn i’ll need a lot of convincing…
⤷ charles_leclerc can we discuss it over dinner if i win? ⤷ yn p1 and deal
landonorris what the fuck
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landonorris Yn?
scuderiaferrari Hope to see your lucky charm again soon ❤️
charlieyn AHAHAH EVEN FERRARI ADMIN SHIPPING
yn who’s that hot chick? ⤷ charles_leclerc Me? Slide one? ⤷ yn not who i meant but it works too🥲
⤷ charles_leclerc just kidding amour, of course you
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charlesupdates the fact his last post was 3 weeks ago and this is his comeback 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
yn last tour 🥹🥹🥹
ynupdates WHAT THE FUCK YN ANNOUNCED AN ALBUM ON THE LAST DAY OF TOUR
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yn for the last 3 months, i’ve been getting to know this vroom vroom guy a lil… and while learning about him, i discovered parts of myself i never thought existed. because with him, i feel like myself.
to quote pride and prejudice, charles marc hervé perceval leclerc, you have bewitched me body and soul and i love i love i love you. that’s why, my new album bewitched is coming out this weekend. it’s time the world knew my love for you ❤️
@ landonorris, i know we make funny jokes often but i’ll be senti for a moment. without you, i wouldn’t have met charles so thank you i love you
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CH4RLES_ lord, when is it my turn.
scuderiaferrari A new Ferrari WAG incoming ❤️ Welcome @yn! charles_leclerc I love you, chérie❤️❤️❤️ Forever and always, as you say.
danielricciardo I was there too but.. congrats!
⤷ yn ahh danny sorry:( love u i will give u vip tix when i go back on tour 🫀
⤷ danielricciardo WOHOOO LETS GOOO
landonorris You guys are actually kind of cute🥹 Happy for you Y/l/n and Leclerc! @charles_leclerc TREAT HER WELL AND DON’T LET HER GO
⤷ charles_leclerc She’s stuck with me forever ♾️ And I will don’t worry 👁️👅👁️
⤷ yn never thought ud use those emojis but cute
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