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madeinnaboo · 5 months
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Training | Anakin Skywalker
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- you're Obi-Wans apprentice and you meet Anakin Skywalker for the first time-
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You were walking quietly next to your master. You hated meeting new people, and the person you were just about to meet was one of the closest friends of your own master. There was always this feeling of needing to be perceived as perfect. You knew that feeling was bad and that it was clouding your vision, but fuck. Having such a great and well-known master had so many downsides. Especially the one when people just expected too much from you. 
,,You're lost in your thoughts again`` Your master said with a gentle voice, and you mumbled a quick sorry. He looked down at you, and the both of you continued walking in the large hall. It was the biggest and longest hall you've ever seen. The marble pillars holding the gold-plated ceiling. It seemed like it would take years to walk from the entrance to the end. Thankfully, you saw two figures standing not that far away. Your heart sped up when you realized they were the people master Kenobi talked about. 
,,Obi-Wan`` The tall Jedi wearing full black robes, spoke with a laugh. You and your master walked up to them, and you watched as the two Jedi masters shook hands. 
,,Anakin, this is y/n, my apprentice`` Obi-Wan said, and suddenly you've felt seen. The tall man looked at you with a smile. You had to force yourself to breathe normally. The way he was looking down at you with a smirk on his lips was making you weak.
,,Its an honor to meet you, master Skywalker`` You said after forcing your brain to work normally. His smirk grew wider before he looked back at Obi-Wan.
,,Trained her well``He said and Obi-Wan laughed proudly. Obi-Wan then said something more, but the words just flew past you.
,,Hello?``The short girl standing next to Anakin spoke, and you finally looked at her. She couldn't be older than 16, but by the way she was standing, you could tell she acted much older. 
,,Oh right, Y/n this is Ahsoka, my padawan`` Anakin looked at Ahsoka before looking back at you, kicking the air out of you. 
,,Thank you, master...``she rolled her eyes jokingly before reaching her hand to you ,,...I was afraid he forgot about me`` she joked, and you laughed. 
,,Y/n`` you said as you grabbed her hand and gently shook it. Even though she was so young, you knew the two of you would get along well. And that was a nice feeling. 
Both of your masters then started walking, and you and Ahsoka followed after them in a small distance. She looked up at you, almost like she was scanning you.
,,I like your clothes`` She said, and you smiled. You haven't had anyone compliment you in ages. And a compliment coming from a girl was always so nice. You thanked her and continued talking with her for the duration of your walk. It was a long walk, and you got to know her better. Well, normal stuff about her and some embarrassing stuff about her master. It was strange to see the relationship between them. It was like they were best friends or siblings. You couldn't even imagine joking like that about Obi-Wan. Not because you didn't want to, but because you knew he probably wouldn't find it funny. 
After some time, the four of you reached the part of the building where your rooms were. You said a quick goodbye to Ahsoka and her master, trying to ignore his stare that burned your skin. Was he judging you? But for what?
,,Master Skywalker seems nice`` You said when you and your master walked to your rooms. It was very close to where the other two Jedi were staying, so you were trying to sound as quiet as possible. Obi-Wan chuckled as he gave you the key to your own room.
,,First impressions can be tricky`` He said with a hint of laughter in his voice. You smirked and walked to your own room. After entering the spacious room, you locked the door behind you. Your body ached for hot water. It's been days since you had your own room. You and Obi-Wan were on a classified mission, which meant you had to stay low. You slept in your tiny spaceship, which soon felt like a prison. Now that the mission was over, you were allowed to stay in a nice hotel. Obi-Wan found out that Anakin and Ahsoka have been staying in this hotel for a couple of days now due to their own mission. 
You quickly located the bathroom and then removed your clothes. The plan was to shower, call room service to order some food, and then sleep. You couldn't wait. Everything did go according to plan. The shower was amazing, and the food was even better. However, you were now lying in bed, unable to fall asleep. As soon as you closed your eyes, your mind was filled with stuff. You saw people hurting in war, the Jedi Council, the attractive Jedi master just a couple of rooms away, your family... It was just too much. 
You groaned at the wall clock. It was past 3 am, which meant you had been trying to fall asleep for over two hours now. Defeated, you sat up, searching for your clothes. Instead, you grabbed your small bag and found your more sporty clothes. Black skin-tight pants and a small sporty top you wore whenever you were doing any physical activity. You knew this hotel had a gym, and you hoped you'd be able to go there even at this hour. 
The halls were empty and eerie. It was very dark, but your well-trained eyes found their way to the distant gym. It felt like you were walking for hours, but finally you arrived. You opened the heavy door and walked in. Your heart skipped a beat when you were met with a shirtless Anakin working his upper body. Each muscle on his back fighting for you to notice it. 
,,Also couldn't sleep?`` He said, and your heart skipped another beat. This time, it was because of embarrassment. You hoped he didn't notice how you were staring at him. The door closed behind you, and you almost jumped out of your skin. You really wanted to leave. Run even.
,,I-um... I will leave you alone`` You mumbled, turning on your heels to quickly get out of there. A deep chuckle stopped you. 
,,Oh c`mon, the gym is big enough for both of us`` He said finally turning to face you. His forehead was sweaty, and you had to force your eyes to stay on his face. You gave him a quick smile before walking to the opposite side of the gym. He dried his hands as he watched you grab a long stick.
The reason you came here was to practice your lightsaber moves. You weren't scared of a lot of things, but you were scared of your skills failing you in a battle. So you made sure to work extra hard. 
You took a deep breath and swung the long stick behind your back before bringing it back to your front. The movement was there, but the speed wasn't. 
,,You're very stiff`` Anakin said, shamelessly watching you. Your cheeks grew red in embarrassment. You couldn't think of a worse situation you could possibly be in right now. You looked at him and then back at your hand. He waited patiently for you to try again, and so you did. Not doing anything different, really. 
,,I can tell Obi-Wan is your master`` He said with a laugh as he walked to you ,,Here let me help you`` He didn't wait for you to say anything before grabbing your wrist gently. Your heart was beating fast, and you knew for sure he could hear it. Him standing so close to you while he was shirtless was making you absolutely crazy. 
He helped your wrist move in a more natural way, making you swing faster. He helped you do it a couple of more times before taking a step back and giving you an assuring nod. You took a deep breath, and you swung the stick behind your back before bringing it to your front again, this time much quicker. A huge smile grew on your face as you looked at him. 
,,Wouldn't have done it better myself`` He smiled at you with his perfect teeth, and you felt your knees wobble. You swung your wannabe saber again, expecting him to go back to his workout, but instead he walked in front of you, grabbing a stick of his own before walking further away from you. You watched him as he spun his stick. 
,,Now show me how you fight`` He said with a smirk, and you quickly shook your head, panicking. He laughed at your terrified expression.
,,That's okay, really`` You almost whined.
,,Dont make me attack first`` He said with a cocky voice, and you tried to hush your inner voice that was screaming. There was nothing more you wanted than to disappear right now. 
You took a deep breath and, for a moment, closed your eyes to try to ground yourself. It did absolutely nothing, so instead you spun the stick and, with a swift motion, tried to attack the lower part of his body. That's how you started, basically, every fight. You noticed that people were mostly vulnerable around their legs. But not him. With a single motion, he blocked your attack and, with a huge force, pushed you away from him by his stick. You were taken aback but couldn't think about it too much because his body was suddenly close to you again as he attacked you. You dodged him and basically switched sides with him. With no hesitation, he attacked you again, this time actually hitting you. You tried to attack his upper body now, but were once again pushed away from him. Anger and the need to do better started slowly filling your body. 
,,Dont let the anger control you`` He said calmly as he stopped another one of your attacks. You took a deep breath.
,,You sound just like master Kenobi`` You said which made him laugh. ,,My biggest nightmare has became my reality`` He said, and out of nowhere, your stick was snatched from your hands. Confused, you looked at him, holding it. 
,,C`mon take it``He said with another smirk on his face. You felt like a kid who got candy taken away from them. You pouted your lips.
,,I don't know how``You complained, and he pouted his lips back at you. You tried to quickly grab it, but his reflexes were much faster. 
,,You have a great potential, but you need better training, better master`` He said now more serious, and you stood up a bit straighter. 
,,Master Kenobi is a good-`` You started defending your master.
,,Right`` He cut you off before taking a step close to you, being just a few centimeters away from you. Both sticks landed on the floor next to you, long forgotten. His hand grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. 
Suddenly, you broke the distance between the two of you and pressed your lips against his. You had to stand on your tiptoes, and his hands grabbed you by your arms to steady you. It was like you lost consciousness for a moment because, out of nowhere, it hit you—what you'd just done. You broke the Jedi code...with a Jedi master. This was over. Your mind was racing as you took a step back, breaking the kiss. 
,,I-I am so sorry`` You panicked. You were screaming at yourself for being so stupid. For not being able to control yourself. 
,,Are you now?``He said amused, enjoying the way you acted. He walked back to you, pushing the hair out of your face, while you nervously looked around the room. 
,,Please it won't happen again. I promise`` You said super fast, you were almost unable to understand yourself. He chuckled before rolling his eyes at you.
,,And wouldn't that be a shame, hm?`` His hands cupped your cheeks, and he kissed you again. This time more harsh. It was like you were watching this from a third-person perspective, unable to do anything. Your hands were just resting in the air, and you slowly put them on his bare chest, his muscles tensing up at your touch. You let them travel on his stomach as he made out with you. His hand wrapped around your hair and painfully made you look up at him. You held back a moan. 
,,Won't you look at that. Obi-Wan's apprentice is such a slut``He tugged on your hair again, this time drawing a moan out of your lips. His jaw clenched at that sound. He couldn't wait to hear more from you. So he let go of your hair and instead guided you by your hips to some sort of table that was probably used for exercising. When your ass hit the table, he helped you jump on it. You were now at his eye level, which meant you didn't have to arch your head so much. He forced himself in between your legs. 
,,Breath for me, okay?`` He laughed while nodding his head at you, clearly making fun of you. You rolled your eyes at him, planning on responding to him, but him painfully grabbing you by your throat made you stay quiet. He was no longer smiling. 
,,Dont- dont do that`` He said serious, and you gulped. He looked almost scary now. 
,,Im sorry, sir`` You said quietly, and he slightly nodded, acknowledging your apology. His hands appeared on your thighs and then squeezed both of them. His eyes were studying your face while yours were trying to avoid his. His fingers hooked around your pants and tugged on them. With no resistance, you helped him remove them. At that time, you didn't notice he also removed your underwear, but when you did, your cheeks grew even more red. 
,,Aw, look at you, pretty thing`` He tilted his head as his hands found their way back to your now exposed thighs. His hands were enormous compared to the rest of your body. The size difference was something you couldn't get past. With no warning, his thick finger traveled in between your wet folds to your clit. A moan got caught in your throat, and you bit your lower lip. He gently pushed on it before drawing small circles on it. You rolled your eyes inside your head before reaching for his lips. He moved his head further away from you, making you unable to kiss him. You whined in  disagreement, and he chuckled before reaching to kiss you. His kisses were needy and sloppy. Something you've been craving for ages now. His fingers on your clit were making you a bigger and bigger mess with every passing second. You grabbed his strong arms for support. His finger then entered your needy hole, and you cried into his mouth. He didn't wait for anything and just started fingering you, curling his finger inside of you. Your breathing was becoming even more heavy than before. His finger felt great, but your body soon needed more, and he knew it. With his finger still deep inside of you, his other hand removed his loose pants, springing his hard cock out. His tip was dangerously red. He kissed you harder as he lined himself up with your entrance. With a quick motion, he pushed himself deep inside of you, making you cry out in pain. Your nails painfully dug into his skin, and your eyes were shut close. The pain creeped into every inch of your body, and you were unable to feel his light kisses on your neck. He cursed himself out for not being slower, but he needed you so bad. He needed to hear your pretty moans and feel you around his cock. 
,,I know, baby, I know`` he whispered in between the kisses he was placing on your exposed neck. Occasionally he would suck on the soft skin, but never for too long, making sure he wouldn't leave a mark. When your fingers stopped ripping his skin, he knew the pain was slowly leaving. ,,That's it``He cooed at you, and you forced your eyes open to look at him. He was so attractive with his messy hair. You rolled your eyes again as he slowly moved inside of you. He was thick, stretching you out so nicely. One of his hands was holding your hip, and the other one was stroking your thigh. You let out a soft moan when the pain started to be overtaken by the pleasure. Once he heard that, he started moving faster. He still had to force himself to be gentle. If it were up to him, he would fuck your brain out right there. Your moans were now more frequent as the pleasure fully filled your body. You pushed your upper body down to the table so you could lay down, and he watched your face. His hands then reached to your top and pushed it up, freeing your boobs. He reached to suck on your nipple, making you arch your back. While his teeth were gently biting your nipple, his hands made your legs hug his hips. Like that, he could fuck deeper into you, making you an even bigger mess. He was now fucking into you with dangerous speed, making your body jump on the table. He let your nipples alone and instead watched as your chest moved with each thrust. 
Your hand searched for something on the table you could grab but found nothing. When he noticed it, he grabbed your hand and let you squeeze him as hard as you needed. He was making sure the view he was seeing was engraved into his memory. His other hand found your clit and played with it, bringing even more pleasure now. 
,,I-I Can't`` The pleasure was so overwhelming that you felt like you could pass out any second. Teasingly, he started to fuck you even faster and harder. 
,,Yes, you can`` He said firmly, and you just whined. Your mind was unable to form a single thought, so you fully focused on all the feelings you felt. The slight pain from the way his cock was stretching you out, the aching pain in your arm from how hard you were squeezing him, and lastly, the creeping feeling deep inside your stomach. It was building up fast, and your moans took over. Anakin felt the way you started to squeeze around him more, you were close. 
,,Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my cock?``He asked, and that pushed you over the edge. You painfully arched your back as a loud moan left your lips. The moan turned into a loud whining as your legs started to shake. The feeling was so intense, you thought someone punched the living hell out of you. Your walls painfully squeezed around his cock, making you even more tight. He let out a loud groan. He knew he should pull out. That he should cum on your stomach, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he watched as his cock disappeared inside of you with each thrust, and then, with an even louder moan, came inside of you. His fingers were digging into your thighs before he slowly pulled out of you, making you whine. He then watched as his cum spilled out of your abused hole. After that, Anakin gave you a slight slap on your pussy, and you cried out before defensively closing your legs. He took a step back and put his pants back on. Shame entered your body as you quickly pulled down your top, searching for your underwear on the floor. He grabbed it and handed it to you. You quietly thanked him and jumped down from the table, almost falling due to your legs feeling like jello. You would definitely fall if he didn't grab you by your arm. Anakin watched as you put on your pants. 
,,Dont shut down on me`` He said as he grabbed your face again, giving you a warm smile. You were looking up at him, trying to figure out what to do next. His lips gently kissed you before he took a step back to take a better look at you. 
,,Please, you can't tell anyone`` You begged. He closed his eyes, disappointed with you. 
,,I won't`` He said with almost no emotion, which brought a painful feeling to your stomach. You felt hurt, even though you were the one who brought it up. He walked to the gym door before opening it, waiting for you. You rushed to it and walked out. He turned the light off and closed the door behind him. You started walking before him, but he still caught up to you.
,,You need anything? Water, food...?`` He asked as he was looking at you. You wanted to scream that you needed his touch again, but instead you said you were okay, and he just took a deep breath. The rest of the walk was quiet and almost awkward. When you reached your room, you quickly opened the door and almost jumped into it, but his hand on your arm stopped you from doing so. 
,,I can stay with you, if you want`` He said with a gentle voice.
,,That's okay, thank you`` You said as you screamed at yourself to just say yes. He tilted his head.
,,Y/n``He almost whispered, and you took a deep breath while opening the room door more. He walked in, and you closed the door behind him. You walked next to him to your bedroom, where you took your sleeping clothes from the floor. He watched as you walked to the bathroom to change. When you came back, already in your sleeping clothes, he was sitting down on your bed in just his underwear. You tried to ignore his body and instead walked to your side of the bed and got into it. He did the same and quickly pulled your body to his, so you were lying on his chest. He played with your hair, making you close your eyes in pleasure. He then kissed the top of your head as his fingers left your hair and instead focused on caressing your arm. 
Anakin was used to not being able to sleep. He only slept for a couple of hours a day, so he was surprised when he felt the sleepiness trying to get him. He happily gave in, and soon his eyes were closed, and his breathing synced with yours.
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reveluving · 4 months
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phillip graves and his shy wifes first kiss!?!
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I imagine we're three, four months into the relationship. 
It's always been kisses on your hands, arms, cheeks, temples and even your shoulders, but nowhere on the lips. He lives for the shy smile that plays on your lips or even the way you avert your gaze when he kisses up your arm Gomez-style, but discomfort is a big no-no. 
He may be the au fait in this between the two of you, but he'll let you take the reins when it comes to its pacing. Whether your reason has something to do with not-so-great experiences in the past, finding the 'right time', or just you being shy in general, he's patient. He's a gentleman who knows how to show his love for you in other ways.
And taking the reins, you did when you finally mustered the courage to do so.
It happened when he came by to your house after his deployment, his first one since he began dating you. It's a fairly short one, about three months, but you've never felt so worried for his well-being in your life. 
So, when he knocks on your door, coming straight from his stationing with his bags, as he's promised, you can't help but hug him as soon as you open the door. 
He chuckles, wrapping one arm around you while effortlessly pulling his bags inside before closing the door behind him. He wraps his other arm around you, whispering how he misses you against your temple.
"'Did say I'd make it back just fine, didn't I?" He jokes, lightening up the mood as he takes one of your hands for one of his usual, chivalrous kisses. 
The night goes on smoothly he excuses himself to take a quick shower, and then enjoy the delicious meal you've made. He even surprises you back with a couple of gifts he's bought for you. 
But that wasn't the biggest surprise. 
Tummies full, the two of you kick back in the living room, the TV's turned on and Graves is clearly happy to be back, leaning in the seat with your back against his chest. 
But his focus isn't on the TV, it's on you. He could practically hear the gears turning in your head, especially when you seem deep in your thoughts at times.
"Got a lot in y'mind, pretty girl?" It's hard not to melt with the petname he uses, plus the way he caresses your cheek to turn your attention to him. 
"No, I'm just," You pause for a second, your eyes temporarily on his chest as you trace lines over his shirt, "Really happy to see you." 
It already takes a lot to admit it, but it's even more when your eyes lock with his.
"M'glad to see you, too." He strokes your chin with his thumb. You hesitated to act on your plan at first, but when you took notice of his eyes glancing at your lips for a split second dispelled your concerns. 
He doesn't question you when you scoot closer—he has an inkling of where this is going. The anticipation only builds up when your eyes dart between his face and his chest. 
You were clearly nervous, but your eyes told him everything he needed to know.
The thumb that was on your chin moved upwards to stroke your bottom lip—a silent way to encourage you. 
And you took it. Leaning in to press your lips together as your eyes fluttered closed. He’s quick to pull you closer, chest to chest, but not to the point of trapping you, as he passionately returns the kiss. 
His smile is apparent against your lips as he hears you whimper ever so softly, only to feel your fingers dig into the front of his shirt. 
It lasts for a good few seconds before you pull away, breathing just a tad heavier and your eyes are as half-lidded as his. 
As much as he yearns for another, he knows you need a moment, so he settled for another way. By pulling your head into the crook of his neck, pressing kisses on your forehead and temple while running his hand up and down your back. You can hear the pride in his voice as he speaks up. 
"Always knew y'had the sweetest lips."
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heich0e · 11 months
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take it easy baby, make it last all night - iwaizumi hajime/f!reader (1.5k) tags: cali!iwa, college!iwa, tit worship, dry humping, mentioned cumming in pants, no actual sex (sorry fellas), bi iwa is canon and if you disagree you're a coward xo!
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iwaizumi's biggest culture shock when he moves from japan to california for school isn't the different language, the heat, or even the party culture at UCI. 
it's the SKIN.
hajime has never stopped to consider the conservative conventions of his home country at any great length, since it's all he's ever known. but suddenly he's in sunny SoCal, and everywhere he looks he's met with glimpses of exposed skin—of parts of strangers' bodies he never thought he'd see. 
it flusters him at first; never quite sure where to look when he's speaking to a girl in a low-cut crop top, or a guy he meets out on a jog who'd forgone a shirt. but he acclimatizes to it eventually. comes to appreciate it in many ways, too.
take the humble tube top, for instance.
sure he likes bikinis, and mini skirts, and those skimpy skin-tight dresses girls wear on nights out. he likes those tiny running shorts that ride up on the track teams thighs when they go out for runs on campus near the athletics building, muscle tees cut low under the arms that the guys at the gym wear, or those grey-sweatpants whose infamy hajime has come to understand.
but there's something about tube tops that he just adores.
or, at least, something about you wearing one.
he's been watching you quietly for most of the night, flitting around the party like you normally do, nursing your drink in small sips to make it last. your tube top clings snugly to your chest, and fuck he's pretty sure you're not even wearing a bra underneath it. he watches the way your body moves, the way the top moves with it. the way your tits lift and settle again, pretty and soft, each time you subtly adjust the top with a little tug. 
you gravitate towards him in intervals throughout the night, like a moth to a flame.
that's another thing hajime's come to like about america: no one bats an eye at PDA.
you sit comfortably in his lap on the sofa at the house party, playing with his fingers where his hand rests on your thigh. your body is warm. his body is warm. the party's crowded, the little house off campus jammed with students and driving the temperature up, but still he keeps you exactly where you are with his arm looped around your waist.
"hey," you say, peeking back at him over your shoulder after a while of idly tracing your fingertips along his knuckles. "you having fun?"
he is, but probably not for the reasons you think. he couldn't care less about the merriment around him: the happiest he's been all night are the moments where you've drifted back within arm's reach. he nods anyway.
you pout a little, and it surprises him.
"you wanna get outta here?" he asks curiously, picking up on your unvoiced disappointment. your eyes watch his lips as they shape the question, and then flicker back up to his.
"yeah."
the first year hajime spent in california, he lived in a tiny UCI dorm. the second, he moved into a small apartment off campus with some friends he'd met at school. the apartment isn't luxurious by any stretch of the imagination. it's austere; spartanly decorated; and with four college-age boys living in it, it isn't always the tidiest place. but one thing he appreciates about his living arrangement is that on a friday night, the place is usually empty.
not to mention it has a double bed.
hajime has you sprawled across it almost as soon as the two of you stumble through his bedroom door. you laugh a little at his eagerness as you tip back onto the mattress, bouncing lightly atop the padded springs, and then he's crawling in overtop of you, pressing his mouth against yours.
he's greedy as he kisses you, like he's making up for all the times he thought about it while he watched you that night from afar. his hands are just as intrepid, drifting along your body in careful but keen grazes and gropes. everything about you is so soft—it makes his head spin how delicate every part of you he touches feels. the soft swells of your curves, the silkiness of your skin, the little sounds he pulls from you when the presses against the places you like most.
he leans back on his knees, poised between your parted thighs as you lay flat on your back underneath him, and finally—after hours of praising its very existence—hajime tugs down the neckline of your tube top.
your chest spills out as the thin material is drawn away by a single finger looped under the edge as leverage. as your skin, all of your skin, is bared to him, hajime finds himself once again so so pleased with his decision to study abroad. 
god bless america has never rung so true.
"fuck, you're so pretty," hajime groans, cupping a hand around each of your tits and pressing them together. you laugh but it's a breathy sound, more air than anything. his thumbs skim gently against the edges of your nipples, working them into stiff little peaks. after a moment, he dips down and catches one in his mouth, closing his lips around it so his tongue can take up the task.
he continues like this for a while, alternating between each breast, switching from his hands to his mouth as he lavishes your skin with attention and sates the thirst that had built throughout the evening. when he opts to use his hands, his mouth quickly finds its way to somewhere else, keeping itself occupied—your collarbones, your throat, your jaw, your lips. he kisses every inch of you that he can reach, but pays special attention to any little freckle or mark he finds along his way, dragging the tip of his tongue against them like he's savouring the taste of them most.
the two of you have been grinding lazily against each other while he devours you. iwa’s straddling one of your trembling thighs, his knee pressed firmly against the seam of your tiny denim shorts, and his painfully hard cock is pinned against your hip as he holds himself up over you. your tube top is still rucked down around your ribs, and iwa’s own t-shirt had been hastily tugged off over his head at some point during the excitement.
"hajime," you pant, tugging against the short hair at his nape as he suckles a bruise into the top of your left breast. he draws back only enough to meet your eyes, though his are unfocused and heavy-lidded, and his warm breath catches on the wet mark of spit left where his lips had just been attached. you look similarly wrecked: lips swollen and kiss-bruised, your stare glassy, your skin dewy with the flush of perspiration. your lips are still parted after having uttered his name so desperately.
that’s another thing iwa likes about it here. he likes being called by his name.
especially like this.
hajime rocks his hips against your own again, pressing his knee against you a little harder, groaning and he dips down and nips at your skin once more.
“i think i’m gonna cum,” he admits through gritted teeth, half-embarrassed and half-recklessly chasing the high he feels cresting in the pit of his stomach. he’s barely even touched you yet—at least not in any way that counts—but seeing you like this in his bed, tasting you in the way he has been, feeling your body react underneath his own, it’s all just a bit too much.
you could chide him for his clumsy eagerness and he wouldn’t even blame you for it, he feels like a pent-up teenager when he gets like this. but you don’t tease him, or reprimand him. instead, you take his cheeks in your hands and guide his lips back up to yours, letting his tongue slide—hot and wet and indecently noisy—against your own.
“cum then,” you whisper into his mouth, canting your hips up to meet the next roll of his. “wanna feel it, haji.”
and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
iwaizumi moans brokenly, his hips picking up a steadier rhythm as he ruts against you. he’s being greedy, he knows that, but how could he deny you your request when you posed it so sweetly?
but he’ll make you feel good afterwards, just like he always does. unclasping the button at the waist of those tiny shorts, peeling them down with the same reverence he’d paid to your top and turning his rapt attention to what he bares there in just the same way too.
it’s friday night in sunny southern california, after all. and hajime intends to make the most of every minute.
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yeeterthek33per · 17 days
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Kissin' and Kickin' Charm (Glódís Perla Viggósdóttir x reader)
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A/n not requested, but this woman does not get the love she deserves, so I'm making it happen.
Munich is a hell of a lot different than home.
Of course, you expected that, you aren't stupid...
Not entirely anyway.
There's a charm to the city. A much different one than the small Texan town you're used to, but it's a homely charm, if any.
A much broader, explorative city with ins and outs, beautiful buildings, and on the outskirts, something you've come to realise you feel more at home in than the city, areas with wide open flatlands and albeit manmade, forested areas.
It's definitely a big city, with many towns and a lot of diverse structuring.
It's a lot.
But it's your new home.
At least for the next three years, anyway.
You imagine yourself at home in the ranch right now.
Kicking up dirt, green grass and if you're really lucky, mud and puddles. All of that on your horse, Sweets, that you got for your tenth birthday.
In fact, you'd be there right now, at home on the ranch, if it wasn't for one teeny tiny detail.
Soccer.
For whatever reason, that was the sport your child brain picked to become your newest obsession. Except, it never stopped being that way. You lived and breathed it.
It surprised the hell out of your parents.
They'd never imagined their little, quiet, leather boots, horseback riding, ranch loving daughter kicking around a soccer ball.
But that's what you wanted.
And that's what you did in your spare time.
At first, they were adamant you didn't play it. They refused, insisting that if you wanted to get into any sport, it had to be either American football or horse riding.
But after sneaking home a ball to boot around for the umpteenth time, they relented, letting you take it on.
And take it on, you did.
It got to the point where you were severely outclassing the only all boys teams in your tiny town.
Enough so that someone visiting, who happened to have the right associations, scouted you for the youth academy in Houston.
You went up through the academy, which survived despite the rise and fall of the women's league in the US several times.
Eventually, you were contracted for the first time at eighteen.
It was a big deal.
Small town girl makes her first appearance for the big leagues and despite your parents earlier disappointment in your choice of career, they were now prouder than ever watching you take on the world.
Of course, with that growth, came your first call up to the national team at age nineteen.
That little tidbit had your Mama crying harder than the day you were born. She couldn't have been prouder to see you represent your country.
Playing amongst the likes of legends like Tobin Heath, Heather O'Reilly and even Abby Wambach for a short period, you thrived.
The immense pressure was nothing like you'd ever felt, and you loved it.
Even as reserved as you are, you love a good challenge.
With the call-up, the demand to have you increased, and eventually, at the age of twenty-four, you, rather tearfully, said goodbye to the Dash and moved to Portland to join your national teammates, Sonnett and Horan.
You've spent the past four years there, although you aren't the biggest fan of the city life. You loved the soccer fanbase.
The thorns are well loved by the people in the city and some of the greatest players you've known, to date, play for them.
Of course, playing with the greatest players of all time means you yourself catch the attention of overseas scouters.
It's not the first time it's happened.
Every year, you get calls from your manager letting you know about the offers from clubs in countries you'd never dreamed of seeing before.
That being said, you'd always turned them down, not wanting to leave your home country just yet.
Until now, that is.
When the offer from FC Bayern came through, you just knew.
You knew you had to do it, had to take that chance.
"So what do we say, Y/n?"
"... Tell I'm in if they've got a heated pitch and air-conditioning."
Had your manager chuckling at that.
Taking the time to dig into the team a bit, you end having a look at the team list.
You know the names of a few of the players there, but you'd not formally met them yet, only meeting them once or twice on the pitch.'
One name stuck out in particular though.
Of course it did, she's the captain.
Your new captain.
But there's something you admire about the Icelandic woman that immediately grabs at your soul and you end up taking the time to look up her highlights.
The perseverance, the constant drive to do better and to lift up her teammates around her.
The perfect defence with constant push and pull, defensive manoeuvres and just an overall brick wall of a woman.
The perfect captain.
So when you meet her for the first time, you're a little starstruck.
Sure, you'd done your research in advance, but actually meeting the sweetly voiced Nordic woman has you anxious in your boots beyond measure.
----
When Glódís meets the new signing, she's a little thrown off.
She knew you were American, that you were from Texas and that you most likely had a very different upbringing to the lifestyle you lived now, but the immediate southern charm that flows through your natural southern drawl has her a little flustered.
She doesn't expect the charming smile or the way you call her ma'am and warmly shake her hand, expressing, rather sheepishly, your excitement to meet her.
"It's lovely meetin' you, Ma'am. I've heard a lot about everything you've done for this club and your country. It's incredible, actually, not to sound too much like I'm kissin' up here, but really."
Your head ducks a little, cheeks reddening at your own rambling.
It's adorable, she decides.
"You talk me up a lot for someone of her own incredible skill."
Her smile widens at the way your cheeks darken further under her teasing compliment.
"Oh, I mean, that's... it's not everything I want to achieve. It feels like I've had it a little easier than a lot of the ladies I've seen and played with and known personally. I'm just excited to be here and to get to be a part of something this big. With y'all, at that."
"We're glad to have you on board with us, then. I think you'll fit right in here. The girls have been begging me to let them in the door for the past thirty minutes while you were doing the contract signing."
She gestures to the windowed door to the room, which, with a quick glance, you spot the eagerly waiting players, grinning and waving like kids at you.
It makes you feel a little more anxious now.
Such big names in German and international football and here they are, giddily waiting for you to finish your media duties and finally get to meet little old you.
It feels surreal.
When you turn back to the captain, she's already smiling warmly back at you, and after the okay from you and the management in the room, they let them in.
It's almost too much, the way they all excitedly introduce themselves despite in many cases not having to, with the way you get flustered as you know them well already, having maybe, quite possibly also looked the rest of them up in a bit more detail, purely out of nervousness.
Also, the friendliness of it all.
Normally, with new signings at Portland, it always felt super cold and competitive, definitely a lot colder in the introductions, done during training rather than in a room on the campus.
Of course, after a couple of months, the players did warm up to you, but there's always the cold air about the veterans on the team, all of them wary of you and your abilities.
Always the stress of having your position on the team ousted by the new and shiny youngins for so much as running the wrong way.
Here, in Munich, Germany, in the clubs training facility, in a meeting room, your new clubs teammates welcome you with warm open arms, an air of bubbly enthusiasm and many, many hugs rather than the cold and firm handshakes you're used to.
You recognise a few of them, particularly Magdalena, a regular opponent from Sweden and her national teammate Linda, as well as of course, the German players, the English player, Georgia and Jill Baijings, a member of the Dutch National Team you'd faced just months before at the World Cup.
Regardless of the rivalry held at the international level, they're surprisingly warm, quickly dragging you into hugs themselves.
At least, it's surprising for you.
It feels different here.
It is different here.
You find yourself leaning into it more and more, the more you chat with the team.
It goes on for an hour or so before you're dragged away for more media duties.
The girls are rather reluctant to let their new friend go, waving you goodbye with warm smiles, but small pouts as their chuckling captain ushers them from the room, leaving you with one last grin and a wink that sends heat to your cheeks and shivers down your spine.
Well.
You'll be damned.
That just happened.
----
"She's so cute! I love her accent. She's so sweet with the way she talks too."
The gushing from Giulia is quickly resounded by the other's around her.
"Right? The way she kept calling us Ma'am and Miss. It's too sweet. And her accent, it's so smooth."
"Oh my god, I know Americans aren't the most well known for being nice to listen to, but I listen to her talk all day."
"She's really good too, I've seen her highlights."
There's a few small gasps and protests from around the room.
"Oi! Syd! Why haven't you shown us yet?"
"Hold on, let me just -"
"Guys! Seriously, what the hell are you doing? I've been looking for you for ages. Put the phone away, you all have training to do."
The resounding voice in the changeroom comes from a stern looking Glódís. She's normally quite gentle toned with them, but they were taking far too long to get out on the pitch, leaving their captain wondering where the hell half her team was.
"But we want to see how good Y/n is, Syd's got the highlights here."
"No, you can see how good she is when she joins us for training after her medical assessment. Now come on, or you'll be running laps for making the rest of the team wait on you all."
There's groans of disappointment, but to their rather swift credit, they do promptly exit the changeroom and make their way to the pitch where an also stern looking Alexander Straus is waiting for them, the team's manager, followed closely by Glódís, who's small smile contradicts her rolling eyes and annoyed head shaking.
----
When you do join them, you're quickly grabbed by Glódís, the captain having unofficially ruled that any new signings get paired with her first to properly welcome them to the team, and to also get them settled into her captaincy style and to adapt them to the dynamic of the team.
It's a way to get you properly integrated into the very familial like nature of it all.
Glódís seems very much like the mother of the team. All of them best friends but very much like siblings and but a few of the other older women taking the younger one's under their wings as parental figures on their own.
You figure it as a way to keep some semblance of structure amongst the chaos of the team.
The captain, it seems, is at the head of this, ensuring all of them work well together, the team is lifted for their triumphs, and picked back up with every miscalculated cross and shot, and dragged back onto their feet after every tackle or mistimed step.
Training with Glódís is intense, a good kind of intense. You find yourself enjoying the calculated, focused nature of her defensive manoeuvring.
But it's also warm, the occasional chatter between you leaving you both laughing at the other person's jokes and small mishaps as you settle in.
Her giggles are nothing if not contagious, and you can't help the grin that grows more and more the more you spend time with her.
It doesn't go unnoticed by the others, them taking note of the way their normally much more drill oriented captain has relaxed a bit.
Of course, she's friendly, smart, smiley and very much welcoming, but she's never been this laid back during drills, especially not when she's always expecting to set precedents with the new signings.
But this was definitely different to that.
The lingering touches, hip bumps and tone of laughter are different from the ones she's always held with the rest of the team. It's a little lighter, more giggly and full of a tone they themselves hadn't heard from her.
It was startling to see, nearly.
Glódís was... flirting?
Intentional or not, they didn't know, but it was definitely a flirty tone.
Not that you could tell, bless your oblivious self. You had no idea.
You matched the tone of lightness, of course. But you weren't picking up on everything else, thinking she's just naturally like that.
A very friendly captain.
The other girls know otherwise though, and the knowing looks they share later when your cute celebration after managing to meg the brick wall of a captain has her smirking slightly at your adorableness.
One thing she notices is that the more excited you get, the more your accent comes out.
It's adorable, she realises.
----
The second training isn't much different to the first.
You don't pay it much attention outside of friendliness, but Glódís takes a quick liking to you, now having claimed you for all paired warmups and drills.
Occasionally, you get stolen away every once in a while, leaving you feeling very much like the cool kid on the block.
There's something else, though.
It's in the way the Icelander smiles at you. It's in the way she hugs you every time you score in a mini game.
You brush it off, thinking, once again, she's just being friendly.
But it's a thought that sits in the back of your mind anyway.
You feel like it's a glimmer of hope. You're not sure what for or why but it's there.
Maybe it's a sign of a great friendship blooming.
Yeah.
That's what it is.
Ever since that, it's been amazing training with the team.
Your first match is just weeks after signing.
Your first minutes come as a sub for Klara in the sixtieth minute.
And it's not too long after that that you score your first goal for the club against Leipzig.
It's a beauty too.
A long range effort after a foward pass to Pernille is rebounded back to you.
It was an accident really.
You were aiming for the head of Lea but instead it curls a little more than you intend it to and it bends into the upper right corner of the netting, far past the outstretched gloves of the Swiss keeper, Elvira Herzog.
It feels a little silly, but you can't help the blush when you feel your captain hug you super tightly and lift you up in celebration.
"Let's go, that's our girl!"
----
It's been two months with the team and two and a half living in Germany. You've got a small cottage in the outer district of Munich, with enough yard to set up small drills and other various exercises.
There's been plenty of outings for you, finding yourself socialising far more than you used to back in Portland.
You don't hate it, though.
The whole team has been nothing but sweet to you, and it seems they're already attached, each player having dragged you on outings themselves, whether it be individually or with groups of them.
You're not sure why they've taken quite such a liking, but you think it might have something to do with the fact they keep asking questions for you and you alone to answer, or just anything to get you to talk, really.
You don't mind it. Bless 'em.
They're already like family to you.
Tonight is no different when it comes to being dragged to outings and team bonding nights.
Only this time, it's to a club in central Munich, having been allowed a little freedom given they dont a match this weekend. You yourself don't drink much, but some of the other girls do, so they've let loose, of course, under the watch of their captain and a few of the older girls acting as designated drivers.
There's a small nudge to your shoulder where you're leaning against a standing table.
"Hey you."
You'd recognise that sweet voice anywhere, humming as you turn to the suddenly appeared Glódís at your side.
"Well, hello, having fun there, Sweetheart?"
Glódís' lips perk up at your words.
"Always."
She takes a glance at the cup in your hand.
"Not drinking much? You can let loose a bit tonight, I'm letting you guys off the hook for tomorrow's training. Once in a lifetime opportunity L/n."
She winks at you, and you smile at her, amused.
You shake your head when she nods towards your still half full glass of vodka and soda.
"Nah, I want to be able to get up tomorrow, training or not."
She chuckles, nodding in agreement.
"Oh, to be young and dumb enough to drink like that once upon a time."
"Don't say it like that. You're only twenty-eight."
You huff playfully.
"Please, you and I both know neither of us would make it out alive if we-"
She cuts herself off, gesturing to the very rowdy girls taking another round of shots.
"Well... you're not wrong. To being old and susceptible to hangovers."
She giggles, and you hold out your glass towards hers, meeting her in the middle with a small clink and you both take a sip, her eyes never leaving yours.
"Woah there grandma. Not too hard now."
As you go to take another sip.
Rolling your eyes affectionately, you nudge her.
Turning back towards the group, you groan watching them take another round of shots.
"Oh sweet baby Jesus, Mary and Joseph. How the hell are we gettin' them home."
She pats your head with a small chuckle.
"With a lot of herding and the good old divide and conquer, cowgirl."
Then she moves off to go find Pernille and Magda on the other side of the room.
"You know, you and Glódís would be a super adorable couple."
A pair of arms wrap around your neck as a very drunk Sarah hangs onto you for stability, hear head leaning on your shoulder, and your arm moves to hold onto her so she doesn't hit the floor.
"Sarah, little miss, it's really cute that you wanna include me, but you know I don't speak German."
"One, I'm older than you, Two, sucks to be you."
A poke to the cheek following that, as she sticks out her tongue.
"Aren't you taking German classes anyway?"
"Yeah, but doesn't mean I understand the dialect of drunken soccer player yet."
She pouts at you before grumbling and resting her head back on it's spot on your shoulder.
"What I said was, you and Glódís would make a good couple."
Your cheeks immediately flame up, and your whole body tenses, wondering if you even heard the Austrian right.
"What-"
You clear your throat softly.
"What makes you say that?"
"You're already attached at the hip like no other. I've never seen her like this with anyone else. Even her old friend, Karólína."
"She's probably just missin' her then, Sar"
"If you say so."
It's just about mumbled into your shirt and you're beginning to realise that despite the pumping music, she's starting to exhaust pretty quickly with the way she's leaning further and further into you until you have to sit her down in one of the teams half occupied booths where she settles into another teammates arms.
With a small chuckle, you leave her to it, them saying they'd be heading out soon anyways and would take her home.
As you return to your spot at the table, you can't help but think back on what she said.
Despite her inebriation, what she said held weight in your mind.
And it ends with you eyeing up the woman through the small crowd over the lip of your drink.
You catch her looking back several times, each time sheet meets your eye, you think you imagine it, but her eyes crinkle a bit, and her smile gets a little brighter.
----
"You know, if you keep looking at her like that, she might catch onto you there, Glódí."
She knows she's not being subtle, but she can't help the way her eyes drift over to you.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Schülli."
"I think you do."
Glódís bites her lower lip as she watches you set the very drunk Sarah down by Sam and Linda (The Swedish one) before moving back to where you were, carefully watching over the girls on the dance floor.
It seems, with even just a few months with the team, you're already looking out for them like your own.
When you make eye contact with her for the fourth time in ten minutes, she smiles just that little bit more, which you quickly match.
Though, it seems, she doesn't expect the wink you send with it.
She raises a brow at you, ducking under the cover of her glass, hoping the purple hue of the lighting masks her slightly flushed cheeks.
"Wow, she has got you already, hasn't she?"
"Shut up."
The defender quickly turns away from your direction so the striker doesn't have get given any more fuel and gives her an annoyed but small shove to the shoulder, a slight frown marring her features.
"I think you should go for it, Glódí, she clearly has something for you."
"And what if she says no? Then what? Another friendship here ruined?"
Lea pauses for a minute, watching her, as her head ducks and her cheeks flare up at the admission.
"You mean... Ka"
Glódís swiftly nods, shushing the forward.
"Is that why she hasn't-"
She nods again.
The tips of her ears burn in shame under the taller German's gaze.
She hadn't meant to bring it up, but it just slipped out.
Karólína hadn't exactly reacted badly as such, but things between them haven't been the same since then, and with her being on loan now, they really spoken, if at all.
It still hurt, the look in her eyes as she tried her best to let her best friend down gently. Even then, months later, after the international break together, it still hurt.
After that, she'd sworn off dating teammates.
Hence, she hesitates to even think about pursuing anything with you.
She can't help the pang of hope she gets when you smile so brightly at her, though.
The sweet, charming, smooth tone you hold with her.
The way you hold her just a little bit longer and tighter than you do with the others.
But that's what she thought with Karólína, too.
And she was oh so wrong there.
So what's stopping her from being wrong now, right?
"That's why it can't happen, Lea. I'm not going through that again. I can't risk losing her or risk the team possibly being affected by it."
Lea smiles sympathetically at her captain, hand resting on her shoulder with a small squeeze.
It's silent between them for a few moments before the blonde speaks up again.
"Then don't worry about it. Now come on, I think it's time we get this rowdy lot home, it's nearing midnight."
Glódís sighs in appreciation and nods, looking over to the singing and dancing group of players followed by her gaze ultimately drifting over to you once more, returning the familiar warm smile she receives.
----
"Alright, come on, time for you to go to bed, little miss."
There's a small giggle from the drunkenly slurring blonde as you walk her up to her front door, your hands rifling her pockets for her keys.
"You're so cute."
Giulia pokes your cheek with one finger, and you roll your eyes, ignoring the flush creeping up your neck when you hear Glódís' muffled laughter behind you.
You'd turn to give her a glare but you're a bit preoccupied.
"And you are very inebriated."
Finally acquiring the keys from her back pocket, which she giggles again and wiggles her eyebrows at you for, earning herself another eyeroll as you drag her inside finally.
"You sure you got her there?"
The amused chuckle from the doorway makes you groan as she watches your stubborn self herd the blonde woman, currently letting herself lean completely on you, into her bedroom to at least encourage her to bed for the night.
"I am perfectly capable, thank you."
You're sure she doesn't believe that, but you believe it enough yourself to give up and let the now giggling woman help you as she observes on your masterpiece of drunk person wrangling.
Said drunk person now dead weight in your arms whining about not wanting to go to bed yet, to which you just plop her on the mattress finally and despite her protests, she's asleep in seconds.
Turning to Glódís triumphantly, you catch her amused smirk.
"Yeah yeah, real funny. I'd like to see you do that."
She shrugs, shaking her head.
"You're the one that insisted on bringing her in yourself, without help."
Grumbling, you make sure Giulia is fully on the bed before dropping her keys by the door and exiting and locking it on the way out.
Now, the both of you are stood in the darkness outside, with the last of the girls dropped home already, a collaborative effort thanks to Pernille, Magda, both Lindas and Jovana.
It's just you and her, now.
It's a cool winter night, nearing the end of the season but still cold enough that you're half shivering in front of the older woman.
You're both silent, your eyes drifting over her features lit up under the faint glow of the street lamp.
You swear, she gets even prettier every day.
The subtle but sharp line of her jaw, the way her hair almost glows under the moonlight, and the soft pink tint to her cheeks from the cold all have your heart beating a little quicker.
The way her eyes sparkle as they scan yours from across the porch.
The way her lips quirk up slightly under your gaze, brow raising just a bit.
"You okay?"
Her words snap you out of your assessment, and you hum softly, quickly recovering.
"Just a little tired, let's get on home then, Darlin?"
She nods and turns to head towards her car.
It doesn't surprise her when you jog ahead of her to open the driver side door for her, having done it every single time now since leaving the club.
"Such a gentlewoman."
Apparently, she hadn't grown tired of it yet, so that's a start.
It's a soft teasing tone that you poke your tongue out at her at before jumping in the passenger side.
On the drive out to your place outside of the city, her arm rests on the centre console, lined up next to yours as you hum along to the song on the radio, gazing out the window but also occasionally glancing over at her, scanning her side profile.
If she can feel your gaze on her, she doesn't really react.
It remains quiet for most of the drive, with the occasional hum or murmur along with the music.
It's not an awkward silence, but one you both need after tonight's activities.
Every so often, your pinkies brush, and every time they do, there's a small jolt of electricity that shoots up you arm from where they meet.
The moment you're in your own driveway, you bid her a soft and sweet thanks with a gentle nudge and give her a small wink and wave as she pulls way again.
She's thankful you're not there to hear her most likely audible heart beating in her chest the rest of the way home again.
----
Her heart racing at everything you do doesn't stop that night.
In fact, it gets worse.
It feels like everything you do has it beating beyond her rib cage.
It frustrates her, actually.
Every time she gets placed on something she needs full focus and attention for, she's been perfect for, but if you're there next to her?
Forget it.
Media duties?
Sitting next to you, she can feel your leg occasionally brush hers, arms brushing on the table every time you set it down from making gestures and whatnot.
Coach speeches during half time?
It's like you're doing it on purpose knowing she can't focus when you're standing behind her, hands resting on her shoulders, warmth radiating against her back with how close you are.
At one point, she's convinced you are doing it on purpose when she looks back and up at you, head tilted to make eye contact with you with a brow kinked up as you look down at her with a small smirk and a wink.
The more it goes, the less she knows how to function around you.
Individual post game interviews?
Even with you just moving around her doing various interviews with different journalists. A small brush of shoulders here, a hand gliding across her lower back as you move past her there.
At this rate, she feels like she's drowning in you and she's not even trying to move away.
Paired up interviews?
It feels like she's at her wits end with this one.
You're brought in together for a two-on-one interview for some football media page she can't remember the name of. There, seated on a couch, you're not even really doing anything. Except for the arm you have over the back of the lounge, resting just behind her head.
You aren't seated so close that you're pressed together. But you are close enough she can smell your perfume and it's making her head spin a little.
Hell, she feels like she should be used to hearing you speak by now, but it still has her feeling like she can't think properly with you around.
How she plans on surviving this, she doesn't know, but all she knows if she doesn't do something, she's going to lose her mind.
----
You know you shouldn't do it.
Really.
There's not even a guarantee she likes you back right?
Still, you can't help teasing her a little.
She doesn't confront you about it, she doesn't tell you to stop and as far as you can tell, she's not uncomfortable.
Your captain has always been verbal about how she's feeling when she's talking to people...
Mostly.
But she never leans away from you, only ever receiving a flushed face or an eye brow in response at most.
You can tell it's flustering her though.
By the way she's so quick to hide her reddened cheeks.
It's in the most adorable way that she rolls her eyes at your teasing comments when she scores a pretty good goal.
Small touches here and there, innocent touches. Nothing more than brushes and occasional times of brushing away grass from her face after particularly rough tackles.
The soft smile and drawl flowing from you asking how she's holding up makes it worth it.
Even though you may not be able to kiss her, her smile? Totally worth it.
----
Glódís feels like she's at her breaking point right about now.
When she's getting distracted during a game, a champions league game at that, that's a major problem.
You're both lined up for offence on a free kick when you're pressed in between her and an opposition player while she pressures the player in front.
It takes one brush of your hands on her waist and she's distracted long enough to miss jumping for the header on time.
Instead, you make it to the header, the ball flying into the back of the net as you take off running in celebration, having broken the deadlock in the final minute of stoppage.
Which turns into celebrations of the win the moment the whistle blows for full time and you're piled on for saving the teams chances at a spot in the quarter final over PSG.
The screams of the home crowd are drowned out as she waits impatiently for the end of her on field media duties.
Being the captain sucked sometimes, but it had to be done.
The moment she's free, she's jogging straight over to you and you're being dragged away off the field before you can even realise what's happening.
You had your own media duties, ones that you were currently shirking right now not being out there.
The moment you realise it's Glódís, the protests you had ready die in your throat, left with minor confusion the further down the obscure hallways she drags you until you're both in a secluded area and you're shoved into a broom closet with the door slammed shut behind both of you.
"What's goin-"
It takes all of a moment for her to grab you by the collar and slam you against the door leaving you a little winded and confused.
"Whatever it is you're doing, needs to stop. You're driving me crazy."
"What are you-"
"Don't play dumb with me, every time you so much as come near me, you brush past me, you so much as stand near me, I can't think and it's like you damn well know it, too."
It suddenly clears up there. You definitely didn't weren't doing it entirely on purpose.
Well, maybe.
Okay, it may have been a little on purpose, but you had no idea she was this affected.
"Look, I can stop if it's making you uncomfortable but Glódís... I... I kind of really like you and..."
----
Oh.
Well that changes things.
You actually like her?
You weren't just teasing her?
----
Before you can say much else, her hands cup your face and her lips are on yours in one movement.
Anticipating the action, your arms are around her in an instant, pulling her as close to you as possible, her body hot against yours despite the almost raging cold out on the pitch.
Her hands are firm on your face not letting you go for even a second, her lips fervent and sure as they move with yours.
It's only when you pull away for air that she finally relaxes into your hold for the first time.
Your hands are pressed into her lower back, hers now pressed into your shoulders as she looks slightly down at you, being just shorter than her by an inch.
The two of you just breathe for a moment, taking the moment in.
"You know. If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to was ask, Sweetheart."
She huffs.
"You're infuriating, you know that?"
There's a small guffaw on your face after that.
"What did I do?"
She almost believes the innocent look on your face.
The small upturn of your lips let's her know otherwise though.
"What didn't you do?"
And she kisses you again, slower and more tender this time, slowly pressing you back into the wall, slotting herself easily between your legs.
With your chest pressed to hers, you can finally feel the way her heart races, and she can finally feel yours, too.
There's always been something about you.
Guess it's just part of your charm.
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+18 content read at your own discretion, please scroll if you’re uncomfortable with. [MDNI]
pairing: neighbor!fuckboy!Jay × virgin!afab!reader
genre: smut, neighbors to lovers
summary: As a girl who always wondered about the city life in big towns, you were more than happy to be moving into one for college. There were so many things you wanted to try and so many hopes that you had about your new life, but of course, there had to be someone who'd put obstacles in your way all the time — which was none other than your neighbor, Park Jay. Him and his crazy sex — *cough cough* night life, was ruining everything for you, making your life miserable even before it started. So, what was it gonna be? Were you going to accept his crazy offer and gain your life back in return of your virginity or were you gonna contuine living a shitty life, all alone and sad, by yourself?
word count: 12.5k
warnings: switch!Jay, switch!reader, both reader and Jay are creeps, violation of personal life (reader takes photos of Jay having sex and Jay breaks into reader's house), mentions of Jay having sex with other girls, mentions of threesome, blowjob, handjob, first time sex, vulgar language, Jay is a dick, usage of petnames and sex toys, boob kink, mommy kink, breeding kink, creampie, edging, overstimulating, lmk if there's more
a/n: Hi hi everyone, how are you doing? I'm nervous a little since I'm posting a long work after a long time, I'm hoping you all will like it. It's was a pleasant adventure for me to write this fic, and I hope I did a good job 🥹 I'll be looking forward for your feedbacks on this and as always, likes, reblogs, comments, asks — basically any type of interaction is highly appreciated, please don't be shy to let me know about your thoughts, i hope you enjoy 💖
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University, living in a big city, finally you were going to live your dream. 
Most people feared to be lonely under the enormity of the big towns, but you weren't one of them. Ever since you were little, your dream was to move somewhere ostentatious and build yourself a life there.
And now that you've passed the university entrance exam successfully, it didn't have to stay just as a dream, but you got the chance to make it your new reality, your new life.
There was so much that the city had to offer and so much to discover, but out of everything you imagined, not once it crossed your mind that a shitty sleep schedule would be one of the things you'd get to try first — to be more exact, you didn't think it would be the only thing you were going to experience in the expand of 3 months.
Yes, it's been three months since you've moved into your luxurious flat with so much hope, but it didn't take long for them to fade away, thanks to your dickhead neighbor and his night time activities.
So, the richer people were the bitcher they got, it seemed, at least in where you lived. And to your luck, one of the biggest jerks of the century was living just next door, ruining your newly starting college life.
Jay Park was the name of the douchebag that turned your nights into hell especially during exams weeks, his timing was really on point when it came to having sex, which made him the villian in your story who was responsible of your chronic fatigue.
Because unfortunately the walls here weren't super thick, you knew, since you could hear every little call of the name of God coming from the girls he was busy screwing. 
At first, you found it amusing, you weren't gonna deny that. 
You were a virgin and a curious one at that so, yeah, you had your fair share overhearing their explicit dirty talk and even masturbated to the sinful sounds that resonated through the walls of your bedrooms. 
Not the best move maybe but, could you really be blamed? 
But as the time passed and nothing changed, the fun you were having started to fade away, which soon turned into a problem, a big one, since you were waking up sleep deprived every day. 
There was no need to mention how much this situation decreased the quality of your life and ruined your plans to conquer the city, meanwhile you were forced to witness his eccentric adventures every single damn night reluctantly. 
But the thing you didn't understand was that how did he manage to have a normal day after spending a wild night, and doing it almost every night?
How could he have such a high libido?
As funny as it will sound, you really were struggling to ignore the urge to just knock on his door and ask him exactly that, because you were more than curious, you were fascinated. 
Yet, as impressive as that was of him, it didn't change the fact that he was no better than an average guy around your age so, Jay Park wasn't in your circle of attraction, you could say.
 At least for now.
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"I fucking hate my life!" You screamed on your bed, tossing and turning around for the millionth time.
Yes, right guess, you couldn't sleep, again.
Why? Oh nothing, just Jay and the girl he was fucking decided to make a radio broadcast from their bedroom to yours — to the whole building, actually. 
"Oh my God!" came the scream of the girl through the walls behind you, making you wanna pull your hair out of your scalp until you were completely bald.
You were honestly wondering, questioning every choice you made until now to figure out what kind of a mistake you made to be punished like this, with a neighbor like Jay.  
And as if his existence itself wasn't enough, your bedrooms were actually next to each other, only divided by a seemingly very thin wall.
Dear God, you thought, what did I do to deserve this?
You got up scoffing on your bed and started hitting the wall behind, hoping it would be a sign for them to shut it. But not to your surprise, it went unnoticed and if anything, they got only louder. 
Okay, it was enough, really. 
You've been dealing with this shit for months now and there was absolutely no crumbs of patience left within you neither for him nor for his stupid dick.
So, you decided to do what you should've done months ago and ran to your door, not caring about being only in your silk shorts and undershirts, you stormed out.
Forgetting your keys inside, of course, in the process because luck seemed to have a beef with your existence.  
A few fierce steps later you were at his door, banging on the metallic surface with your fists, ringing the doorbell like a lunatic at the same time. Well, to be precise, lunatic would be an understatement, considering how fucking crazy you looked and acted right now. 
After five minutes, a blonde girl opened the door half naked, sneaking out as fast as she possibly could without even looking you in the face. 
"Huh," you let out, so it was her who was screaming as if she was being tortured. You watched her walk away with an unimpressed face, judging her hard on the inside for having no shame nor respect whatsoever. 
While you were busy being distracted going all on morality queen over some girl you didn't even know, he came, the man of the night, the guy you wanted to strangle to death — your beloved neighbor, Jay.
"Well well, look who's here.." He spoke, looking as if he was pleased to see you, eyeing you up and down. ".. how can I help you, my lovely neighbor y/n?" 
Okay firstly, what the fuck? How did he know your name? And secondly, what was up with the nickname?
"Oh, don't be so shocked sweetheart, of course I know your name .." He said as if he could read your mind,  leaning against the frame of his door, crossing his toned arms over his bare chest confidently. 
Wait, now that you noticed, he was naked, except for the towel he had around his waist. 
Holy fuck — he had abs, and by abs you meant very well defined 6 packs on his honey tinted skin. 
".. it's written on your door you see and plus, I've been waiting for you for a while now." 
Okay you had to admit, it was your first time seeing a guy half naked — seeing a guy as attractive — I mean as annoying as Jay half naked and truth to be told, it was surely messing with your head. 
Because for a second there you almost heard him saying that he has been waiting for you for a while now, and since that couldn't be what he really said, you had to be confused, right?
Yeah, you were confused because of the unexpected nudity, right?
"So are you gonna come in or you wanna keep chatting here, love?" He tapped on your shoulder, sly fingers playing with the strap of your shirt as he freed you from your internal crisis over the words he just said. 
Did he really  say he was waiting for you, and he's been doing that for a while? Fuck, what did that even mean, you kept asking to yourself as you slapped his naughty hands away from your body, making him chuckle and step back while signaling you to come inside once again. 
"Come on in, don't be shy, please."
You figured since it was late, nagging at him in the shared hall would be a discomfort for your other neighbors, and you'd hate to be involved in any situation with him. So, you took his offer and stepped in, walking only a few inches away from the door with no intention of staying there any longer than necessary, especially not when he was basically standing almost naked in front of you.
"I'm gonna make this short —"
"Oh I'm sure you will, but you don't have to stand there like this." He interrupted you, brushing the messy strands of hair on his forehead with his palms. "Just come in and have a drink while I wear something more appropriate, I won't eat you, I promise."
"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that." 
He giggled at your words, considering how you just busted him banging a girl, It was fair of you to say that, he thought.
"Well.." he spoke,  giving you a somewhat flirtatious look, ".. let's say that I won't do it unless you want me to, then." 
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"How many neighbors did you say that you had before me again?"
You choked on your words, almost spitting your drink out, not wanting to believe your ears as he told you about the previous owners of the flat you were staying, almost sounding as if he was bragging about making them move out. 
Honestly, you started to really regret agreeing to come inside, but oh well, it was sort of too late now. You had to make do with what you've brought upon yourself.
"To be fair, I lost count, a lot of people moved in and out of your flat before .." He said as if it was normal, not showing any signs of shame despite the fact that he was the reason why people kept leaving. ".. until you came and everything changed." 
"How so?" 
"They all came knocking on my door after like two days .." He put his drink down, slowly walking up to you, standing close enough for you to flinch backwards. ".. but it took three months for you to do that." 
"And you're proud of this?" 
You pushed him away, unable to hide the disgust in your voice. The way he sounded so proud of himself for being a public disturbance was the ickiest thing you've seen a man doing, making you want to puke all over his stupid face. 
He smirked as if he was waiting for a reaction like this, cute, he thought, you were cute.
He  licked his lips, tilting his head before he spoke, "Not really, but it made me think y/n .." he closed the gap between your bodies again, looking down on you with sparks in his eyes. ".. I thought about why it took you so long when it took two days for everyone else to complain, and I think I've found the answer, do you wanna know what it is?" 
"Whatever, it's just nonsense —"
"I think that you found it amusing at first, in fact you were even interested, weren't you?" 
Fuck, he was smart. 
Unfortunately yes, he was right, you were amused but only for like the first week, okay?
It wasn't because you were a pervert or anything, it was just that well, you were a nerd for your whole life — lessons and exams were the only things that you gave your attention to, until now. 
But you've always imagined how it would feel like to be an adult, how it would feel like to experience new things, like intimacy and it wasn't your fault that sex was the perfect example for that so naturally, it got your curiosity up.  
So yeah, you've found it interesting that he had such an active sexual life at first, but that changed quickly after a week, once you started to feel the after effects of your sleepless nights because of him. 
And the fact that he could still act so cocky knowing damn well what he was making you go through made your blood boil, this adding up to your already pent up frustration causing you to attempt on slapping him, only to fail awfully once he grabbed your hands and pinned them behind your back, his face standing inches away from yours. 
Fuck, wasn't that just great?
"Ah ah y/n, no violence is allowed in this house besides from bedroom activities .." he whispered, blowing his hot breath against your lips, ".. got it, love?"
You weren't the type to lose your temper that easily, but right now you could feel tears swelling up in your eyes due to how angry you were getting. The way he had such audacity among his shitty personality made you wanna spit on his face, which he would probably like so, that wouldn't work out for you either. 
"Let me go, you fucking pervert!"
"Pervert? Me?" He hummed sarcastically, letting out a tender chuckle. "Then what are you?"
"What?"
"If I'm the pervert one for having sex .." he mummbled, ".. then what do we call people like you, who thinks they're being so sly while taking pictures of others having sex, without their consent?"
"I didn't — "
"I know you did, y/n, so save it." he cut you off by putting his index finger on your mouth, "I saw you taking them while I was fucking that one girl on my balcony and I wasn't gonna mind it .." he clicked his tongue, tilting his head as he continued, ".. but if you wanna call me names, then sweetheart, I'm not gonna hold back either." 
Wow, in the names of all defeats, yours had to be the most embarrassing one.
Being caught while peeping on you neighbor fucking and not only that — he saw you taking pictures? Why couldn't the floor just swallow you up right now? 
For your defense, it was the first time you saw anyone having sex besides from the pornos you've watched, and like you've stated before — you were a curious fucking virgin, so you took some pictures, okay? Literally no biggie.
But still, it was a shame that you lost your only upper hand on him, which left only one thing for you to do — compromise and that is of course, if you wanted to have some peace after three damn months, you were indeed desperate.
"What do you want?" You gritted between your teeth, coming straight to the point. Since you both knew each other's dirty clothes, there was no need to waste any more time with formalities.
"Straight to the point, I like that." He whispered, his breath brushing past your lips, "Actually, I have an offer for you, which can solve your noise problem if you agree on it." 
"What is it?" 
He licked his lips, stopping for a second to enjoy the confusion on your face. You were just his type, from your head to your toe. He was forcing himself to not look straightly at your boobs right now, his mind already filled with the thoughts of sucking and marking them. 
And on top of all, you were a virgin, his favorite type of prey to corrupt. 
Ah yes, of course he knew. He could tell it from like a mile away, he could smell your innocence and that was only fueling his wildest dreams. 
"It's a deal actually and it's gonna be both to our advantage .." he finally spoke after what felt like an hour, teething his lower lip nervously. ".. you want to have quiet and peaceful nights and I wanna have sex, right?"
"Yeah and?"
"So what I was thinking is, instead of fucking different girls every time, how about I fuck you?" he blabbered out, not able to look you in the eyes as he felt the need to make a further explanation.
"I mean I'll be only having sex with you so, you'll no longer be bothered by the noise, you'll be happy and I'll be happy — it's a win win, am i right?" 
He was actually ready for all types of answers that you could possibly give, but to his surprise, you did the unexpected.
He was watching you, all puzzled, as you were laughing your ass off like a nutjob, trying to understand what was so funny about this situation. 
"And why are you laughing right now?" 
"I've seen so many dumb people .." you mumbled in between laughs, ".. but let me tell you, the dumbest among them has to be you." 
And now you were insulting him? In his own place? If only he could do something to put you in your place right now, he thought, something like fucking your virgin throat with his cock. But he knew that patience was the key and he was gonna get there, in time.
"What made you think that I, the girl who literally hates you, would say yes to sleeping with a manslut like you?" 
Well ouch, that hurt. 
Manslut? He had an active sexual life, he wasn't just sleeping around with everyone on the sight. 
Believe it or not, he was actually pretty selective when it came to the girls he chose to sleep with, if not, why on earth would he be wasting his time trying to convince you when you literally ruined his fun for tonight?
"Firstly, I'm not a fucking manslut .." He rolled his eyes, emphasizing on the word with a disgusted face, ".. and secondly what makes me think of it is you." he whispered, leaning over your defenseless body, making you shiver under his act. 
"I know you're a virgin y/n and considering how curious you were, enough to take pictures of me while having sex, I'm assuming you don't wanna stay that way now, do you?" 
Either he was a psychic or a genius with a godly talent of predicting to know everything about you like this, and even though you were terrified with this fact, you couldn't say you weren't impressed. 
He had to be stalking you for a while, you thought, but why was the thought of it making your heart flutter? 
You shook your head,  thinking you shouldn't go this far for a dick. No matter what he did to collect so much knowledge about you, did not change the fact that he turned your life into hell so, your answer was gonna be no.
 Ew, literally. 
"Just because I'm a virgin and I'm interested in having sex, doesn't mean I'll be down to do it with everyone, especially with you, since the only thing I'll be getting is probably gonna be  STDs." 
"Hah! STDs?" He let go of your hands, brushing both of his hands through his hair out of frustration, feeling hurt at what he heard.
What did you think he was?
"What do you think I am y/n, a prostitute?" 
"Basically yeah, If I'm being honest." 
"I can not believe that this is how I'm being treated for wanting to be generous and offer you a helping hand to lose that v card."
"How is it called generosity if the only thing you're offering is your dick, which is probably non-functioning and carrying all types of diseases that I can't even name?" 
"If my dick isn't functioning, then why are you here to complain about the noise hm, princess?" 
Okay, nice comeback, he had a point. 
"I can prove how well it functions to you right now you know, all you have to do is say yes." 
Although you were trying your absolute best to ignore the agonizing fact that you were almost tempted enough to accept his cocky offer for a second, you were sure the heat you felt on your cheeks was enough to give you away.
"I think I'll pass." you said, thankfully managing to curse the sinful thoughts in your head away. 
Realizing how weak your willpower was really disappointing if you had to admit, but you'd rather be having your little self-criticizing session at your own place, so you took quick steps to his door, wanting to get out before the devil tricked you into sleeping with him. 
"I'll give you two days to think about it!" he shouted behind you, watching your shy figure waddle towards his door with fast steps. He had to admit, you looked even cuter when you were confused like the spoken moment, as you turned to face him one more time, not understanding what he was talking about. 
"Two days to think about what?"
"About accepting my offer of course, you silly thing .." he responded, throwing you a pair of keys he picked up from the drawer, ".. also, have these, since you didn't bring yours with you."
"What? No, I have — " you shut up mid sentence, realizing that he was actually right and you were indeed missing your keys, after patting on your pockets in search for them.
You turned around and gave him an even more confused look, brows knitted together as you glared at him with questioning eyes. 
Shit, those eyes, the way they were so expressive made him unable to think anything else other than fucking you. 
"It's the spare keys for your place, I wouldn't want you sleeping on the ground today .." he giggled, feeling the need to explain himself, enjoying how your half pouty lips fell apart with shock due to his words. ".. unless, if you wanna stay here with me, darling."
Jay had spare keys to your house? And you didn't know?
"How the hell do you have these?" you asked, voice coming low since now you were feeling a weird emotion, something along the lines of terrified and excited, at the same time, completely ignoring the second part of his sentence.  
"I have my ways." He said, winking playfully, blowing a hand kiss to your way before you walked out. 
You huffed and turned around to get out, biting back a sheepish smile that threatened to form on your face as you heard him scream behind you once more, before you closed the door shut and left.
"Two days y/n, I'll be waiting!"
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Two days, 48 hours, it was a short amount of time. Not that you've noticed it before you met Jay, though.
It's been exactly a week since the night he offered you a crazy deal, a one just expected from him. But to your surprise, he was really a man of his words, considering the fact that he actually kept them.
Two days, he was silent for two days just like he promised to you.
After the longest time, you've finally had some good night sleep, remembering how it felt to be peaceful. But your serenity didn't last any longer than that. 
Cause things went back to how they were, if not worse and he was back on the business. 
On the night of the third day, he was up until 5 am, wilding with not just one but two girls at the same time. It was the loudest he has ever been and you knew damn well that he was doing it only to get on your nerves, to provoke you — hell, to make you regret not saying yes to him.
The fourth and the fifth nights weren't so different except you managed to somehow pass out on your couch after having hysterics, ending up oversleeping and being late to your school. 
At night six, you were ready to raid his house and beat him, waiting on standby at the edge of your front door but for some reason you didn't know, he never showed up.
Which brings us to night seven, the present. 
You were sitting in front of your main door like you did yesterday, legs crossed on one another as you listened to the footsteps that came from the hall.
You managed to come home early from school today, which meant you had a chance on stopping Jay before he could even start his night time schedules. 
Since he was absent yesterday, you were guessing that he would show up with someone new to share his bed with for tonight — which you swore not to allow, not this time, not on your watch. 
You didn't know how exactly you were gonna stop him, but this bullshit had to end, so you were gonna have to figure out a way. 
Well, there is a way actually, your inner voice resonated within you, reminding you of his small offer.
Honestly speaking, you didn't really have any good reasons to reject his offer — except for the STDs part, since you were sure having sex this often couldn't be healthy. 
But if you were to think about it, he was the type of guy that you'd want to have your first time with, and the only thing that was stopping you was your stubbornness.
First off, he was hot, that was undeniable. He was a jerk, yes, but even that added to his charms annoyingly. 
Second off, he was experienced, which meant he probably would know exactly how to handle you and fuck you just the way you'd want.
This was a big plus and to tell the truth, you were tempted by it. 
Last but not least, he was obviously good at what he was doing, he has proven it, judging by the fact that you were literally complaining about the noise he was causing.
Oh and not to forget, he openly shared his interest in you every chance he got, which was shameless, just the way you liked a man to be.
There was something about being desired that was such a big turn on for you, maybe the reason was because you've spent your entire life following your needs instead of your desires.
But for some reason, you felt ready for a change, and he seemed to be your main trigger ever since you've moved in, although you couldn't quite explain why.
Yet your answer to him was remaining the same, no.
Even though you could come up with so many reasons to just fuck him and get over with, you knew that you didn't have the balls to actually do it.
Well at least, that was what you thought.
You may have been a coward your whole life, but if there was one thing about humans, it was that they change. Sometimes sooner than they think, even.
Cause let's take you for example; just a couple of months ago you were a girl who avoided any sort of unnecessary interactions with the male kind, but right now, you were standing in front of the guy's door who literally offered you to be his sex partner, telling him to send the girl who he was with away so that you two could talk.
What was this called if not a change, huh?
He smirked as if he just won a bet, mumbling "Sorry, sweetheart, but maybe some other time." to the girl he brought with him before dragging you inside and closing the door behind you two.
He was quick to push you against the hard surface and corner you there, eyes glazing with lust as he spoke.
"Let's talk, princess, tete-a-tete."
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Remember when you said your answer would remain as no to him? Well, that turned out to be bullshit.
Because right now, you weren't exactly doing something that a person who would strictly say no to Jay and his dirty offer.
You were on your knees, sucking on the length of his dick that you managed to fit in your mouth, stroking the rest by using both of your hands.
He was leaning against the counter in his kitchen, praising you in between low growls, giving you step by step instructions on how he wanted to be touched. 
Since it was your first time, he was going easy on you, only for today, trying his best to not just hold your head still and slam his dick in and out of your pretty mouth, forcing himself to be patient with you. 
And to be fair, considering how much he was trying to not cum, he could say you were doing pretty amazing, following his words like the good girl you are.
The view of you bobbing your head up and down on his cock as your small hands tried to cover up for the length you couldn't take in was breathtaking, making his thick shaft twitch in your mouth.
He threw his head back once you let his dick fall with a pop and trailed your tongue down on his length till you reached the base, licking a strap up back to his tip, repeating the same movement for a few times.
Feeling satisfied with his approving moans, you stopped, spitting on his dick and smearing it all over his shaft. You began to pump him, smiling now that you felt like you were getting used to it, deciding to rest a little since your jaw began to feel lull. 
As you were stroking him gently, slowly enough to tease him, you thought about how you managed to end your night here, before Jay's feet.
Well, it all started with him dragging you inside his flat, to talk, supposedly. 
You honestly should've known better, not that you were complaining about how things turned out, though.
So, what happened was, you tried to talk him out of this nonsense and told him to either stop or carry on with his disturbing night time business somewhere else.
You even offered to pay for his hotel expenses if he was desperately in need of having sex, you just needed him to not do it in his own house, not in the flat next to yours.
He never gave you a real answer, but instead he just laughed to your face, asking if you were gonna find the girls yourself for him as well.
Obviously he was mocking you so, before you got frustrated, you thought it'd be better to just leave but he of course, didn't let you be.
Instead, he chose to stop you before you could even attempt to grab the door knob let alone leaving, and pushed you against the counter he was currently resting against. 
Where were you thinking of going before paying him your debt, anyways? 
You weren't actually thinking that you could just cockblock him and then get away with it like nothing happened, right? Cause if that was the case, he certainly wasn't gonna let you, and so he didn't. 
But the crazy thing was, he didn't really expect you to agree with him, let alone doing it this fast. 
As soon as he told you that you had to give something to him in return for ruining his night, you said fine and asked what he wanted. 
He had to ask for a blowjob after that, it would only be fair, so he did. 
Yet to his surprise, again, instead of slapping him, you got on your knees and started unbuckling his belt. You also didn't know what the hell made you agree on such a thing, but God, you were so glad that you did. 
Now you knew why he was getting it every night, watching his handsome face in awe as you kept stroking him.
He looked unreal from your point of view, his bare abdomen shining under the dim lights of his luxurious kitchen. 
His neck was thick and manly, Adam's apple bulging against his skin. The moans he let out were deep and husky, sending vibrations to your vagina. It was safe to say you had a mini pool in your panties, soaking against your cunt deliciously.
He was bucking his hips against your palm ever so often, his climax closing by the minute that passed. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He said, voice cracking as he looked down on you, wanting to get your approval first.
You nodded and paced up, asking "Where do you want it?" as you looked up to him with doe eyes that he seemed to be growing fond of. 
"Your boobs, fuck, I wanna cum on your boobs y/n!" he shouted out, voice coming out shaky, the neediness in his tone flipping a switch that you didn't know existed within you. 
You reached your hand to the hem of your shirt, removing the useless piece of thin fabric as fast as you possibly could, unclasping your bra along the way as he took his dick over from your hands, pumping himself with pure desire in his eyes.
Once you were free from the clothing on your upper body, you kneeled down again, pressing your tits together for him to paint them with his load.
And so he did, finally releasing his seeds while moaning your name, watching how his pearl white strings looked on your pretty skin.
He took a good ten minutes to admire how gorgeous you looked all marked up with his cum, trying to resist the urge of taking a picture of you like that.
He pulled you up for a not so romantic kiss after, wrapping a hand around your throat as his other one found its way to your ass, squeezing your flesh strongly.
"Am I free yet?" You asked somewhat flirty, briefly breaking the kiss, wanting him to say no deep inside.
"No, I'm afraid not .." He whispered against your lips, hooking his arms under your legs, swiftly lifting you up from the floor as if your weight didn't matter. 
".. not until we're done cuddling." 
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There was one thing people like you — cowards like you had in common, running away. 
Because that was exactly what you did after the crazy night you've spent at Jay's place, giving him your first ever blowjob and as if that wasn't enough, staying over the night to sleep in his arms while cuddling on his request. 
It could all be called lovely if only your senses didn't come back once you woke up, hitting you hard on the face with the reality of having his arms wrapped around your waist, a scream almost escaping from your mouth while he was holding you like one of his favorite plushies. 
With the panic wave that washed over your body, you did the only thing you could think of, which was getting out of there immediately. 
Now, it has been two weeks and you were at your parent's, visiting them with the excuse of missing them too much. 
But even though running away was enough of a solution for two weeks, it wasn't enough to change the fact that you had a school to go to and classes to attend.
Thus, you were basically forced to face the reality  that you were trying so hard to avoid — you had to go back to your home, where Jay was. 
And as if that wasn't hard enough for you to deal with, your father was there to unknowingly make it worse, by booking a ticket for you —  for tonight, in two hours, to be exact.
So, it was safe to say that these were probably your last peaceful minutes, if it could be called that way, considering how you left Jay alone. 
Jay wasn't the type to be left behind, in fact, you were the first woman to leave his bed without him asking for it. Now that he thought about it, you were also the only woman that shared a bed with him excluding sex, which made his heart sink once he opened his eyes to see the side you were laying on empty. 
He was offended, no, he was hurt — really really hurt. 
There he was, giving you the best of aftercares by letting you snuggle in his arms, being highly considerate towards you since it was your first time.
While he was thinking you actually enjoyed how intimate he is with you, turns out he was wrong, since you basically ran away without even bothering to tell him a single word. 
The word pissed wasn't enough to describe his emotions, and adding your two weeks of absence on top of all, it wasn't hard for him to be outraged.
He craved revenge and the only fair way for him to take it was by fucking you until you passed out on his cock, making you scream his name until you lost your voice.
Anything less than that wouldn't be enough to satisfy him, he was determined. 
However, Jay wasn't a man with patience, in fact he hated waiting — especially if it was for  something he never had to wait for before, in this case it was you, a woman.
If he wanted to be with women, he simply would, that was how it's been until he met you. Simple and neat, just the way it should be. 
But you came around and ruined his order, giving him mixed signals here and there. 
Ugh, he felt like losing his mind, thinking of all the things you've done to him over and over again, replaying everything in his mind for the nth time. 
First, you were screaming and nagging about him for being a loud manslut, telling him how annoying it was to be his neighbor. 
Then, you dared to come and cockblock him after ignoring the offer he made to you, which was very generous of him by the way, as if you had any rights. 
But what annoyed him the most was the last thing you did, which was agreeing to give him head without making him try hard for it. Considering how all of this happened in the expand of a week, he had every right to be frustrated and confused by what you were trying to achieve. 
I mean, why did you even suck him off in the first place?
He knew that he was the one that offered it to you, but honestly, he did it more to annoy you than to actually get you on his cock. The thing about him was, somehow in a way he didn't like, he had developed a thing for you, which made him weak.
You just were, so interesting. 
You managed to flip the switch of his curiosity from the minute he saw you, making him become obsessed with you . And when you actually accepted his offer and just touched him, gave him the most memorable oral of his life despite it being your first, that made him become attached to you, he guessed.
Because he couldn't think of any other reason behind him asking for cuddles when you were done, ugh, the memories of your cute giggles as he carried you to his bed not leaving him alone for a minute, not even for a second. 
All of this was annoying beyond words, but well, two weeks was enough for him to make peace with his obsession for you.
He was addicted to you in a very unhealthy way, he was aware, which made him do crazy things — like finding another pair of spare keys to your house, him using them to sneak into your flat every night to see if you were home yet. 
Tonight was the night his wait was gonna end, since you were back, as you were currently trying to find your keys to open the door. 
He was sitting on the big couch of your saloon like he has been doing for the past few days again, an excited smile taking over his face as he heard the noises that came from you behind the door. 
You were finally home, ah, he couldn't wait to see the expression on your face.
It was worth all the wait, he thought, watching you squeak and flinch once you walked into your flat, dropping your bags due to how shocked you were. 
"Welcome home, sweetheart." He spoke, not moving from where he was sat, dark eyes following you carefully as you tried to close the door with your shaky hands. 
What was he doing here and more importantly, how was he even here? 
"What are you doing here?" You managed to let out, surprisingly sounding stern although you were feeling nothing other than anxious, thinking it probably was the after effect of the shock that your body was under. 
"Waiting for you of course, what else?" 
He got up, walking up to meet you in the middle of your corridor. With his height and sharp features, it was easy for you to feel small before him, his intimidatingly handsome face making it very easy for him to obtain dominance over you. 
Yet you were stubborn, enough to not let him get under your skin, he was invading your home and you most certainly was not gonna let him get away with it. 
"And why on earth would you be waiting for me?" 
You crossed your arms, looking him straight in the eyes, trying to stand as strong as you could. One side of you was telling you to kneel to his feet and let him do whatever he wanted to you, since you could guess what he was here for, and honestly you didn't feel like rejecting some good dick either.
"For the second part of our deal, love .." He whispered, playing with the strands of your hair, ".. the part you made me wait for fourteen fucking days." 
"I don't recall agreeing on any deal with you." 
"Oh yeah? Do you recall sucking my dick, hm?" 
That was it, you've consumed every single drop of his patience once again. He grabbed your jaw as he gritted out his question, digging his nails into your flesh while holding your chin up to remain the eye contact with you. 
"I bet you do, you seemed like you were enjoying the lolli a little too much .." He purred against your lips, his plump ones brushing past yours. ".. so much that you even stayed for after, to sleep with me, in my bed and in my arms." 
"Please, I only did that because you begged me to." 
Tendency to speak big words in the most nerve wracking moments was one of your worst habits, yet Jay wasn't at all complaining about it. In fact, he found it quite amusing, thinking how fun it would be to fuck your mouth after all the talking you did. 
He chuckled in a low tone before landing a soft slap on your cheek, the hand he kept secure on your jaw traveling to your neck, pressing on the sides as he pulled you even closer to him. 
"Is that why you dipped on me, huh?" he asked, his voice somewhat carrying a hint of pain. 
"Why, are you hurt that I left you?" You kept your guards up, tilting your head as you continued your mocking, "Ah poor baby .." you cooed at him with fake sympathy, ".. don't tell me you cried after me, hm?" 
You sure were better than Jay at this "provoking" speech type of thing — which he preferred to name it as a form of foreplay, a type he was new to. 
Admittedly, you had much smarter comebacks than him, but considering the fact that you were a virgin speaking big words when Jay clearly had the upper hand wasn't exactly the most clever thing to do, which you came to notice once he smashed his lips on yours, moving them hungrily as he held you still in your place.
His grip around your throat tightened as he maneuvered his tongue inside the cave of your mouth, not allowing you to withdraw from the filthiest yet the hottest kiss you've ever shared with someone. 
But to his surprise, you tugged on his hair and pulled him even closer, tilting his head as you bit on his lower lip. He gasped and let you suck on his flesh, feeling his dick twitch in his pants, wanting to get to the main point of his routine visits — sex. 
"Don't worry I didn't .." He moaned in between kisses, ".. but you will, tonight, on my dick as I punish you." 
"Punish me?" You tched, repeating after him as you rolled your eyes, feeling like you've underestimated the size of his ego.
"Oh no love, I'm not the one that's gonna get punished .." you pecked his lips, enjoying the puzzled expression on his face. ".. I'm the one who'll be giving it .." you trailed your hand down to his neck from his hair, wrapping it around his throat just as he was doing. 
"..  to you." 
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Tonight had to be one of the biggest breakpoints in Jay's life, a renovation on his history of sex experiences. 
He, who identified himself strictly only as a dom, was sitting on your chair, completely tied to it, waiting for you to touch him. 
Yes, it wasn't his first time, but unlike his previous experiences, he felt like tonight wasn't gonna end up with him being left plastered and unsatisfied.
The way he was struggling to not beg you as he watched you bring out your fancy toys, heart beating out of his chest, was already a satisfaction enough itself.
You really had an impressive collection for a virgin, he could say; ropes, whips, blindfolds, handcuffs .. all taken out only to be tested on him. Although he was used to being the one in charge, he had no complaints about the position he was in nor did he want to switch places with you. 
All he desired was to obey you, surprisingly, and he had no other thoughts except for eating your pussy while he was watching you walk in circles around him with those high bottoms you were wearing, the sound it left on the floor being as endearing as the view in front of him. 
You were only in your matching black, plain but chic set of undergarments, swinging the small wip in your hand with a playful look on your face, making his dick twitch inside his boxers agonizingly. 
Honestly, you had no idea what you were doing, but you knew the most important rule about being a dom — confidence.  
Now that all the toys were out, you finally could spice things up and give the guy who was eye fucking you patiently something to be consent with. You actually had a fantasy you wanted to try and considering the desperation on Jay's face, you didn't think there would be any harm to give it a go.
So, you stopped walking and grabbed the blindfold from the desk behind him, making him fall out of his trance as he turned his head to see what you were up to. He chose to keep his quiet and observe you while you picked up the material and walked towards him, making him tense up unintentionally once you sat on his lap. 
"Wanna try this on, pretty boy?" you asked with a velvety voice, sending shivers down his spine over your choice of nickname. 
She's getting straight into it, Jay thought as he gave you an enthusiastic nod, unable to hide his excitement. He bit his lower lip and waited for you to finish wrapping the blindfold around his head, his eagerness increasing exponentially over the loss of his sense of sight. 
Once you were done working with the silky material, you got up, brushing the tassels of the whip on his skin, trailing it down slowly as you started to walk again. 
He was feeling smaller with every clinking sound your heels left on the floor, the urge to say 'mommy just fuck me already' growing within him alongside of his bulge. 
You stopped once the tassels were down enough on his body to touch his crotch, landing not so sharp of a smack on his thigh. He flinched with the sudden sting, a weak whimper escaping his plump lips.
"Did no one teach you that invading someone's house is a bad thing?" you asked with a stern voice, the mixture of the dominance in your tone with how strong your scent was on the tip of his nose making him wanna battle with the butterflies in his stomach.
Fuck y/n, he thought to himself, what are you doing me?
His silent state couldn't last much due to your dissatisfaction on not receiving an answer as you tugged on his hair, yanking his head back with a strong grip. His neck was so deliciously exposed before your eyes now, inviting you to have a bite from his honey like skin.
And so you did, sucking a dark purple mark on his sensitive spot.
"Answer me!" you gritted between your teeth, freeing his abused piece of flesh from your lips.  
"T-they d-did."
"Then why are you here, Jay?" 
You hit him again, this time on the other thigh. He yelped and squealed, bucking his hips up without his knowing, giving you an even more pleasant reaction than you were expecting.
He didn't know why, but he was so turned on, feeling himself leak inside his boxers for the first time in a very long time. You had to have a magic touch cause there were no other explanations for him to be by all means, miserable. 
"Because I m-missed you!" 
"Missed me?" You were caught off guard by his cute answer, feeling thankful towards the blindfold since it did a great job on preventing him from seeing how blushed your cheeks were.  "That's why you're here, huh?" 
He let out a hum, waiting for another hit that never landed. After a minute of silence he came to realize the lack of your hands on his hair,  feeling afraid that you left him again as he called for your name. 
"Y/n —" 
"Let me guess, you went through my stuff to suppress your longing, didn't you?" Your voice came for afar, cutting his sentence off before he could even start it. He didn't know when exactly you left his side but judging by the sound of your heels, you were coming back.
"Are these the things you used to entertain yourself while I was gone?"
You threw a handful of your panties at him after removing the fold rather harshly from his face, making him freeze with his jaw hanging loose. 
If he were to be honest, yeah, he did use them while jerking off to the thought of you, stuffing them inside of his mouth like a pervert. He wasn't proud of his actions, but he didn't regret them either. 
"I —" before he could begin to speak, you grabbed him by his jaw, making him unable to carry on with his words. Using your other hand, you quickly slid down your black silky panties, fisting it in your palm.
"I bet you miss the feeling .." you cooed against his lips after giving him a peck, shoving the material on your hold in his mouth. ".. here, it's wet with my taste this time, enjoy."  
It all felt like a dream, except he knew this was all real, because  the way he was feeling your slickness through the material in his mouth couldn't be the doing of his imagination. He could pop a boner just to that, but thankfully, you had more to offer him. 
He groaned, teething your panties as he watched you get rid of your bra while kneeling down before him, your small hands tugging on the waistband of his boxers to move them down at one go. 
His dick sprung free, looking angry with its tip covered in cum since he couldn't help but to leak some. You licked your lips to the gorgeous sight before you, leaning down to get a taste of him. 
You were feeling much more confident now, since the scenario you were playing was a familiar one, all the memories of you blowing his brains out two weeks ago flashing before your eyes.
You sucked on his tip gently like you did before, circling your tongue around his pink flesh to gather the coated up cum on your tongue. 
You hummed, pressing your tongue on the roof of your mouth, tasting him with a pleasant look on your face. 
Jay was at the verge of combusting, praying to God and hoping that you weren't hearing the way his heart was beating. 
"Like honey .." you murmured, ".. tastes so yummy." 
And with that you took his whole length in, inch by inch as you slowly sank your head on his dick. He was so thankful to be able to watch it all over again, trying not to buck his hips up cause he knew that would piss you off. 
But tonight, he wanted nothing more than to be a good boy for his miss, serving her just the way she would like. There was one little problem though, his lack of control over his vocal cords. 
He gave in to the magic of the moment, accidentally letting the pantie you stuffed in his mouth drop as he let out a loud moan, louder than his previous ones. 
He knew he was fucked the moment you looked into his eyes with your fierce ones, letting his dick slip from your mouth. He couldn't stop himself from raising his hips to regain the contact with your lips, though he knew it wasn't gonna work.
"Guess I spoiled you too much when I removed that fold from your eyes, huh?" 
You got up on your feet and pulled on the blindfold, lifting it up to where it previously was, settling on his lap as you did so. 
The moment he felt how wet you were on his leg, he hissed, thinking how great it would be to ram himself into that virgin pussy of yours. 
Ah, the thought of it had him drooling. 
"Much better .." you purred, leaving a wet kiss on his parted lips, ".. now, let's get to your punishment, shall we?" 
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Jay loved your perspective on punishments. 
Because being in between your legs as you sat on his face while sucking his cock was the best way to be punished, in fact if he could, he would love to be punished every day until the day of his death. 
The only problem was that he still had that damn blindfold on and oh, now he was tied to the bed, not completely but partially. 
You had his hands crossed over each other and fixed against the headrest, which was a boomer considering how much he wanted to wrap them around your waist to press you more on his face. 
Maybe because it was all a new experience for you or because you didn't wanna go so hard on him, but for some reason you weren't even putting half of your weight on his face where his only wish was to be suffocated by your pretty thighs. 
In Jay's case, this was a first, since he never was a fan of the 69 position. It was just, too messy for him —  at least that was the thought he had, until tonight. Honestly speaking, he liked eating pussies yeah, but no more than he loved being sucked. 
However, that was before you happened to him. 
He could easily become a slave for you, for your cunt, only to get to taste you more. 
With all the changes you made in him, he was feeling almost like a virgin himself, discovering his sexuality once again, but in a much better way this time. All of the nights he went through your closet, smelling and mouthing your underwears had finally paid off and it was worth all the waiting he could say, now that he was having a feast on your pussy. 
But his state of bliss turned into torture once you moved from where you were sitting on his face and slid down on his body, stopping on his dick and beginning to grind on him painfully slow, just in a pace to poke his impatience. 
He wanted to just rip the ropes around his fists to save his hands, so that he could grab your ass and help you move faster on top of him. But unfortunately that didn't seem to be possible, which left him with only one solution. 
Begging.
Just when he was about to walk over his pride, his mouth open and ready to beg, he felt the bed shift with the loss of your weight. He cried your name out with worry behind the fold around his eyes, asking where you went and if everything was okay.
"Shh, I'm here." you softly whispered against his lips before stealing a sweet kiss, your hands busy spreading the lube on your slit that you inside the bathroom to grab. 
Yes, the moment was here, you were ready to lose your virginity and the lucky guy of the night was Jay.
You took a deep breath as you get back on top oh him, slowly sitting on his dick as you rubbed your clit to stimulate yourself, thinking it might have some soothing effect for your first take on penetrative sex.
After a while of humping on Jay's angry dick, covering his length with a mixture of the lube and your wetness, you lined his tip against your hole and began to sink on him really slow. He gasped along with you at the warm feeling, stretching your walls just perfectly. It felt bigger than you thought, you had to admit, making it hard for you to relax your muscles.
"Baby, shit, relax for me please, you're too tight!" Jay whined, his struggle to not cum inside you reflecting on his face. 
"I c-cant, you're too big for me, fuck!"
"Then let me help you!" 
You let his dick slip out of your hole as you leaned forward to reach his face, removing the blindfold from his eyes once again, needing some assistance to make this work. 
"How?"
"Untie my hands and I'll show you, okay?"
You tilted your head, hesitating to trust him. You wanted to be the one in charge especially since it was your first ever time, and you'd hate it if he was baiting you to steal it away.
At that moment he spoke, sounding as if he was able to read your mind. 
"I won't do anything you don't want, i promise .." he nodded with pure sincerity in his eyes, ".. just let me help you through it, you can tie me back to bed whenever you like, hm?"
"Do you promise?"
"I promise, I just wanna see you enjoy it as much as I do, I swear."
Maybe it was the tone of his voice or maybe it was how soft his gaze was on you, but you chose to trust him as you untied the ropes around his wrists, freeing his hands with a feeling you couldn't define very well inside you. 
"Don't dive into thoughts .." he said, sitting up, placing his hands on your waist almost immediately, pulling you to rest on his firm chest. ".. just let me take care of you for now."
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"Ah, ohmygod, Jay!" you moaned against Jay's lips in between sloppy kisses, hugging tightly on his strong shoulders.
You were sitting in a lotus like position on his lap, facing him as you grinded on his dick while he was fucking your cunt from behind with two of his fingers. 
"Does it feel good baby?" he asked, curling his digits inside you, scissoring them ever so often to help your walls stretch out. "Want me to add another finger?"
"So good .." you breathed out, nodding in agreement while you were resting your forehead on his, your fingertips trailing along the line of his strong jawline.
"Breathe in for me." he requested, tightening his grip around your waist as he got ready to slip another finger inside your virgin pussy, preparing you to take his dick. "Just like that, you're taking me so well, love." 
He lead you into a new pace on his hand, helping you bounce and guiding your hips. The intense eye contact this position granted you was the best and the worst thing, because under his reassuring gaze, you wanted to just give in to his touch and let him fuck you to his heart's wish right now.
As a lame attempt to snap out of it, you slid your hands down on his neck and wrapped your fingers around the width of his throat.
He let out a low growl as he allowed you more access, letting you press on the sides to challenge his breathing. 
He was doing all the work yet you were still the one in charge, the look in his eyes expressing his obedience almost perfectly. He was devoted to you, for this night and hopefully maybe some more, which he was not shy to fully own up to, not one bit. 
"I can't wait for you to do this on my cock." he mumbled, voice coming out husky due to the pressure on his vocal cords. 
"Maybe you don't have to." 
You shifted your weight and leaned on his chest, making him lose his balance and fall on his back on the bed. He let out a throaty chuckle once you held his dick and poked his tip inside your hole, shoving your fingers inside his mouth to suck at the same time. 
His hands were roaming all over your body, touching everywhere between your hips and boobs. He fluttered his eyes shut as you sank down on him once again, doing it much more easily this time. 
He moaned on your fingers as you swayed your hips on his cock, the tight embrace of your walls making him drool uncontrollably. 
You began to bounce on his dick with small moves, leaning down and removing your fingers from his mouth once you settled a comfy pace. You couldn't lie, watching the expressions on his face from up close was a different type of feeling, every woman on earth should once get to experience something as mind blowing as this, you thought deep inside. 
He opened his eyes when he felt your hot breath fanning against his face, hungry lips reaching to yours almost immediately to close the barely existing gap between your faces. He was trapping you in a sweet yet sloppy kiss, manly hands resting on your hips as you fucked yourself on his cock. 
"Dear God!" he whined into the kiss, holding onto your forearm with one hand when you paced up, pounding on his dick with a rather fast pace.
"Didn't take you for the religious type, Park." you swiped your tongue on his lower lip, licking a horizontal line from one side of his chin to the other. "Do I make you feel that good?"
"Yes, holy shit, you make me feel amazing .." he choked out, coughing once you pressed on the sides of his throat, making his eyes roll behind his skull. ".. you feel amazing, y/n."
"Amazing, huh?" you said, separating his hands from running all over your body, placing them where they were used to — pressed against the headrest. 
You grabbed the untied rope and wrapped it around his wrists once more, him showing no resistance making it easier for you to succeed a messy knot. "Do you think you deserve it though, hm Jay?"
"What?"
"After making my life a living hell for so long .." you spoke calmly, leaning behind and letting his dick slip out of your pussy slowly as you rested on his thighs. ".. do you really think that you deserve to feel amazing?"
"Fuck, please .." he pleaded, sounding desperate, struggling to keep his head up to look you in the eyes in hopes of getting you back on his dick. ".. I'm sorry, I really am."
"Aww, that's so sweet of you .." you got up from on top of him, landing on your feet as you left the bed, feeling a slight sting in your vagina while walking towards your closet. 
It must have been because of his horse cock, you thought to yourself, grabbing the dick ring from one of your drawers with a lock on it. ".. but I'm afraid it's not gonna save you from a real punishment, baby."
"A real punishment?"
"Mhm .." you hummed, standing next to his figure on the bed, showing him the precious gift you were holding in your hands for him. ".. you see, i'm a person who holds grudges, Jay .." you said, unclasping the flexible material before putting it around his base, paying attention to arrange the size since you didn't wanna hurt him by accident. ".. and you offended me really, really bad, baby."
"Fuck, how do you even have a cock ring?" he asked, visibly in shock, eyes looking at yours with so many unanswered questions. 
"Don't ask stuff that's not your business, yeah, love?" you mimicked his usual cocky tone, giving him a taste of his own poison. 
He nodded, throwing his head behind once you were done setting the toy on his cock, your hands gently stroking his rock hard length. He could feel himself getting even bigger thanks to your little present, his dick twitching in your hands as you used another layer of lube to make your movements go smoother. 
You rubbed his tip and spit on his slit, still standing on the edge of the bed as you leaned down to lick his head. He hissed with pleasure, feeling much more sensitive due to the ring on his cock. 
You traveled your tongue down on his girth, giving him open mouthed, gentle kisses until you reached his base. Your hands were everywhere on his body, feeling his abdomen and thighs spasm with every touch of your lips. 
He looked so fucked up from your point of view, eyes looking blunt while his lips were parted, letting out inaudible whispers and moans. 
You bobbed your head a few times on his dick as you massaged his balls, letting him fall from your lips after as you kissed a straight line from his crotch to his neck, finally stopping on his lips for a fervent kiss. 
"Are you okay, baby boy?" you asked, peppering kisses on the corner of his lips, stroking his dick with a slow tempo. 
From the way he was panting, you knew that he was far away from being okay, but the fact that he became such a mess because of you made you wanna edge him even more. 
"Please .." 
"Please what, sweetheart?"
"Fuck me, please."
You chuckled, pecking his lips, "Am I already not doing that?" you said, giving his dick a light squeeze. 
"I — need you — o-on my cock .." he stuttered, his breath hitching between words, ".. p-please, y/n."
You groaned, diving back on his pretty, blood red plump lips that were swollen due to your kisses. How could you say no when he sounded so needy while begging for your pussy? 
Fuck it, you couldn't wait anymore.
You cursed on the inside and jumped on the bed, placing your legs on both sides of his hips. His eyes were glistening as he watched you align his dick against your cunt, soon after sinking on him with a weak whimper of his name rolling off from your tongue. 
You began to bounce on him rather swiftly, no more patience left in neither of your bodies to stand any more teasing. 
His eyes were focused on your pretty tits as you kept moving up and down on his sensitive length, giving him an indescribable amount of pleasure with each slam. The guttural moans of your name he let out everytime your hips touched each other had you weak on the knees, making a familiar flame of knot burn inside you. 
You leaned forward, placing your hands on his firm abdomen, digging your nails into his flesh as you left long scratches behind on his glowing, golden skin.
He was so overstimulated, so much that for the first time he could remember, he wasn't even able to let you know that he was close. Instead he shot hot strings of his cum inside you with a choked out scream, his tied up hands and immobilized legs spasming altogether as a strong wave of orgasm washed over him. 
"Fuckfuckfuck, I'm sorry —" he mumbled while shaking, his words getting cut by your lips as you caught his lips for your nth kiss of the day. He tasted so sweet that you couldn't get enough, the warmth he filled you up with making your heart melt at the pretty boy who was miserably apologizing to you.
"Shhh, you're okay." you soothed him, untying the rope around his wrists, freeing his hands and letting him hug you tight. His whole body was trembling as he held onto you, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. 
He never felt this vulnerable before, all he wanted was to snuggle into your arms until his muscles relaxed. 
You stroked his hair, playing with the short strands on his nape, whispering how good it felt to have him fill you up like this. You could feel his smile against your shoulders, soft kisses being placed on your clavicle as he encouraged you to cum. 
It was crazy how much you were clenching around him, feeling his heart beating so fast against your chest as his dick rested inside you having a magical effect on your pussy, making you cum on his request. 
The whole scene of you holding onto each other as if you were lovers was undeniably romantic, making you feel like the main characters of a movie. 
He was still panting, trying to catch his breath, shaky fingers drawing small circles as you laid on top of him while waiting to come down from your high. 
Once you both calmed down a little, you moved to get off from his chest, falling next to him instead. You laid on your abdomen to see his face better, reaching a hand on his dick to unclasp the ring, freeing his overly sensitive shaft from the small yet effective toy. 
"I'm sorry .."he blabbered as he watched you, pouting his lips and avoiding eye contact with you.
"For what?"
"I should have been the one taking care of you .." he spoke, sounding somewhat guilty, ".. It was your first time but I —"
"You did great .." responded, not letting him finish his sentence, lowering your head to leave a tender kiss on his abs. ".. I've always wanted to take care of a guy like this .." you smiled softly at him, ".. you just made my dream come true, Jay."
"Do you have any other dreams that I can help you with?"
He bit his lip, examining your face with curious eyes. The hit of shock that took over your expression almost made him regret saying what he just said, his heart feeling like exploding as he waited for an answer from you. 
"In which context, Jay?" you asked, lips slightly curled up in amusement, a dirty grin forming on your adorable face. 
"In any context that will make me keep seeing you like this."
"Are you trying to offer me something?"
"I already did .." he sighed, placing his arms behind his head, using them as a pillow to rest on. ".. but you left me with no answer, remember?"
"You didn't really seem hurt though .." you whined, placing your head on his chest. ".. fucking two girls at the same time, remember?"
"I was thinking about you the whole time though."
"Liar." you pinched his skin and attempted to get up from your spot, only to be stopped and get pulled back into Jay's arms once he caught you by the wrist. 
"Don't leave me alone again, please." 
His voice came out weak, scared even, giving you goosebumps over how sincere he sounded. Poor thing, you thought, you running away really did fucked him up, it seemed. 
"I'm not, I'm right here." you responded, laying back on his chest, hugging his thin waist that made you lowkey jealous for looking so pretty. You caressed his sides as he pulled the blanket over the both of you, tugging you first then himself after inside it. 
"So .."  you spoke, breaking the short-lived silence, looking up at him with doe eyes. " .. what does this make us?" 
"What do you want us to be?" 
"I dont know .." you muttered, trailing your fingers on the lines of his abs. ".. all I know is that I want you all for myself."
"You can have that."
"Can I really though?"
He nodded, looking down at you with serious eyes. "Yeah, because you're the only one I want too, y/n."
You giggled at his answer, nuzzling your nose against his toned muscles, making him laugh along with you. To him, you were the cutest thing in life right now and although his feelings for you were new, they were strong enough to make a total lunatic out of him over you.
"What, do you like what you heard, huh?" he asked, tickingling your belly, hands running down on your body to poke your skin, wanting to play a little with you. 
"Mhm .." you hummed in between laughs, trying to push his hands away from your body. " B-but, but I have something to ask you f-first!"
"What is it baby?" 
"How experienced are you with butt stuff?" 
He snorted at your directness, getting caught off guard by your unexpected question as he tried to figure out a non-awkward way to answer it. 
"Well, I mean I've been with women who liked it before —"
"No, I mean the other way around." You objected, shaking your head, shocking him with how serious you seemed to be looking about this. 
He wasn't even sure about what you meant by the other way around, how many types of butt things were there even? 
Were you not talking about anal sex?
"The other way around?" he asked, scrunching his nose, "What do you me— Oh," he stopped, finally understanding the meaning behind your words. "Y-you wanna try those butt stuff on me?"
"Only if you're okay with it .." you nodded your head, ".. but if you don't want it, that's okay too, since I can always find myself someone else to try it with —"
"I'll do it!"
"Are you sure —"
"Yes I'm sure, you don't need anyone else but me!"
You crawled on his body to reach his lips, chuckling at his silliness. He hummed as you enclosed your lips over his, sneaky arms gathering to wrap around your waist, pulling you more on him. 
He loved the feeling of your bare chest touching his, the sounds of your peaceful breathings making a beautiful harmony as his tongue danced with yours. 
He couldn't believe that he just agreed to get fucked with a fake dick for a girl, but as much as he was nervous, he was excited too, since you seemed to be so good at making him discover new likes about his sexuality. 
It was trust that he felt for you, along with his romantic feelings, making him feel safer than ever with you. 
"Don't worry," you whispered against his ear after breaking the kiss, talking as if you were able to read his mind and see his worries, your calming voice tingling in the air. 
"I'll let you pick the size, sweetheart."  
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accidentalsiren · 4 months
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Can you feel it? There's a stirring in the air as Yule and New Year's Eve approaches. Our 2024 is going to be earth-shaking as Jupiter and Uranus will both meet up in the sign of Taurus, radically transforming our value systems and lining our pockets with an influx of 💸 lucrative opportunities 💸 ! It'll be the biggest transit of the year.
Despite this conjunction being far off from now, those energies are building just beneath the icy surface of the holiday season. Tap into the magic of December to manifest the astrological gift we'll be unwrapping in spring when this event is set to take place. But for now, I'd like you to close your eyes and imagine all the wealth that is coming to you next year. It doesn't have to be about physical money, either! It could be about cultivating your self-worth or attracting something you find valuable. Once you've locked onto that ideal sense of abundance, I want you to open your eyes again and choose a gift below. This will be the present 2024 is giving you next year~
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🎅 Disclaimer: All PAC readings on my blog are for entertainment purposes only. They're meant to help you reflect on aspects of your life & hopefully inspire you. The divider was made by the talented @plum98 .
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🎁 Pile One 🎁
2023 was a hard year for you, wasn't it? A lot happened in your life (the good, the bad, the very ugly) that had you feeling like you were riding a tilt-a-whirl before inevitably burning you out. This full-throttle energy feels like a relationship that started off intense at first & then fizzled out suddenly. Or a situation that had a lot of promise/made a lot of promises that didn't ever pan out. 😕 First of all, fuck whoever (or whatever) it was that led you on!! Second of all, your present next year will be the very situation or relationship you were promised...in someone/something else that can actually follow through with their promises. This person or situation will come into your life swiftly & unexpectedly, bringing with them/it a whole new spark of passion to light up your world. Yes, it fucking sucks that the first situation or relationship this year didn't work...but the fireworks that are coming for you will make all of 2023's disappointments seem like 🤡 huge joke 🤡 in comparison. The glo up is going to be unreal. I'm honestly excited for you! You just gotta get past the slump you're in right now. Give yourself a break. Rest. Cry big & ugly tears. Print out a picture of the person (or situations) who hurt you and rip it in half. But try to take a breath before spring arrives and sweeps you off your feet. Trust me, you are gonna need it for when this manifests! It will be a surprise and shock to your system because of how well this new relationship or situation matches your values and energy. None of this unrequited, fair weather bullshit for you anymore! This time, it'll be the real deal.
⚠️ Side note: For some of you, especially the people whose "present" will take the form of a new relationship, I'm seeing a wild vacation or "bucket list" trip to a place that's exciting. Perhaps even somewhere that's far away from where you currently live. I'm seeing this trip as being spontaneous & spur of the moment. It could even be a trip with someone who chose Pile 2. Take that plane ticket or train ride and GO HAVE FUN!! Don't doubt the opportunity when it's presented to you.
🎁 Pile Two 🎁
I bet you hate the word "no" by now, huh? If I were you, I would too! Your 2023 was chock full of "no" with very little "yes" involved. It'd drive me bonkers! Especially since you're the beautiful type of person who sees the bright potential in things & go after them. 2023 hit you with a lot of setbacks, often culminating in tests of how well you handled failure. Your own or someone else's. I'd get yourself ready for the new year, though. 2024 is giving you a giant, big "YES!!!". I think you already sense that. You've been manifesting it (consciously or subconsciously) with all your might in all the things you're doing. You might even have your own personal vision board/blog & write LOA affirmations. This gift comes with some advice; when you receive your "YES," do not rush into it. Take a moment to scope out the territory. Plan each step. The energy will be moving 🪽 fast 🪽 and the challenge for you will be to make grounded decisions amidst the excitement you feel in the moment. Also, 2024 is going to give you a lot of "YES" that has been backlogged, but you don't have to agree & say "YES" back to every single one. Choose the best "YES" for the person you'll want to become. I am feeling that some of you may be thinking about relocating/going somewhere new or pondering the benefits of returning to school. There's definitely a vibe that feels adventurous and Sagittarian ♐️ in nature. Explore new places. Learn another culture's ways. Read the book of a different religion than your own. Seek the truth in a foreign atmosphere. These things will yield great benefits for you in 2024. One more thing: remember to give yourself rest & relaxation time to avoid burnout. This year is going to go quickly. Make sure you're caring for your body as well as your goals...
⚠️ Side note: The element of fire 🔥 is really prominent in this pile. It may aid you to light some candles and work with fire magic. Or a fire sign may be very important to you in this upcoming year. Especially the sign of ♐️ & those with heavy ♐️ placements within their birth charts.
🎁 Pile Three 🎁
My brother in Christ, you need a break! I can feel the -1000 spoons you're (attempting to) function on from over here. 2023 has been a full throttle chain of events that's shaken up your world like a holiday snow globe and left you running on fumes. For some of you, this adrenaline-pumped action has been fruitful. A lot of things have gotten done & checked off your list. For you others in Pile 3, though, the action has just been...a ton of headaches and stress and drama. Well, I'm happy to tell you that 2024 will be very different from the rollercoaster you've been on. Your present in the new year will be the opportunity to rest!! Quietness and a chance for inward reflection are now yours. 😇 I'm sure it'll be a welcome change of pace for you. You'll need this little break to gather yourself & see if you need to make any (major) changes in your life. 2023 revealed to you a lot of things (relationships, careers, or health habits) that aren't working anymore. With the slow period you're being given, you can process everything (the good and the bad) that you've learned in 2023 and make a strategy for revamping your lifestyle. Water and Earth will be key elements for you next year. Moon deities could be wise guides to help you through the maze of it. There will be a big temptation to fight against the calm and create more chaos for yourself because that's what you're used to. In some way, the chaos is more familiar of a place to you than the repose of 2024. But I'd strongly, heavily advise you against stirring up sleeping dogs where they lay. It won't always be isolated & quiet in the future. Your 2024 might be a key (very positive) turning point in your life if you let it be. Trust it. Trust being safe in stability where you aren't running around constantly in a frazzled state. This is part of you healing yourself.
⚠️ Side note: The subject of your physical & emotional health might be a focal point in 2024. If you need to cut out any bad habits, the resting period of next year will be happy to help you take those first few (difficult) 1st steps to a happier you. Please remember to be gentle with yourself. Nothing is done in a day. Every little step counts!
🎁 Pile Four 🎁
Are you ready to tie the knot?? Your gift next year will take the form of a 💒 marriage or a job proposal 💍 or the resolution/unification of a long-standing conflict. 2024's energy is a balm to the soul. Harmonious, peaceful. It will encourage you to find balance by trying new things but allowing you to be steady in old traditions. Domestic themes take center stage. The vibe I'm sensing here is like two newlyweds from rival clans settling down to enjoy their nest after a bountiful honeymoon mixed together with the ending of Encanto. Generational cycles are broken and mended. A brand new cycle born from love begins. If you are single, this "marriage" energy could form into a medicinal peace with oneself & your family heritage. Goddess Juno/Hera & other marriage deities will help you in 2024 to do this if petitioned. For the people in this pile far more concerned with their jobs, you will get an opportunity to sign on to a better department, move up in position, or receive a raise. Whatever form your gift takes, it will bring with it a balance to the opposing ends of your life, to any war being waged and any differences that keep us apart. Do your best to make peace in 2024 to reap the benefits. Discord, for the sake of strife and irrational stubbornness, will turn your new year's gift into a curse. Likewise, anyone sowing chaos in your lane will NOT be happy with their results. It might turn around to bite them in the ass later on in the year. You are being divinely protected in 2024 by love, peace, & cosmically-appointed truces. Give harmony a chance to work its magic. Let it in and let it guide you through the next 12 months. It may be tough to put your grievances aside or scary to advance your career...or anxiety fuel to make those marriage vows (finally!) but they'll be worth it.
⚠️ Side note: So, the Gods & Goddesses of marriage want me to tell you that truces do not mean allowing abusive situations to trap you or being complacent in someone else's abuse for the sake of "keeping the peace". I am also urged to tell you that a good match in 2024 may be made with someone who is (or seems to be) the opposite of you...
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joels-shitty-puns · 5 months
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The Snacks of Us
Pairing: No-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader
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Summary: Texas-native Joel finds out you've never been to a Buc-ee's and needs to fix it immediately. That's it.
Warnings: Just fluff! Kisses. Pet names.
Other stuff: Reader is addressed as her, but most other descriptions are avoided. Joel is taller than the reader. Can be read as plus-sized, but not mentioned.
Word count: 1.1K
I went to Buc-ee's today and my imagination ran wild. Do with this what you will lol
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"Whaddya mean y'ain't never been to a Buc-ee's?" Joel asked, incredulously.
"Joel, I'm not from Texas. How the hell would I know what Buc-ee's is?" You replied.
"Y'don't even know what it is!? That's it. Grab your purse, darlin'. We're gettin' you to a Buc-ee's." 
"Have you noticed your accent slips out more when you're all worked up about Texas things, Joel? It's cute."
"No, I haven't. Now, let's go. You're gonna love it. It's the biggest gas station y'ever seen." His eyes grew wide and he demonstrated the vastness of Buc-ee's with his arms.
"Wait… it's a GAS STATION? You're taking me to a gas station for our date?" You raised your brow at your boyfriend.
"Just trust me, darlin'. You'll love it." He pulled you by your hips and placed a kiss on your reluctant mouth.
You sighed. "Hmm… fine. But can we at least get lunch while we're out?" You batted your eyelashes.
"Course. What do you think we're doin' at Buc-ee's?" He winked.
"Joel!" You gasped. "I am NOT eating some shriveled up gas station hot dog that's been sitting out all day." Your mouth gaped open and you crossed your arms.
"Just trust me!" He grabbed you by your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder.
"Joel!!!" You squealed, giggling and smacking his back. "Put me down! You're gonna hurt your back! I'm too heavy."
"Please, sugar. You weigh less'n my work equipment," he smacked you on the butt.
You scoffed, "yeah right."
Joel set you in the passenger seat of his truck. "Well, y'are. At least until we fill y'up with some beaver nuggets," he winked, giving your belly an affectionate pat and closing the door.
"Beaver nuggets???? Joel! What is that?" You laughed as he rounded the truck toward the driver's side.
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Joel pulled the truck into the Buc-ee's parking lot. 
"This. Is.. a gas station?!" You stared, mentally counting the amount of gas pumps and eyeing the giant building with a large beaver on the wall.
"Told'ya to keep an open mind! Let's go," he hopped out of the truck.
The two of you walked in and your mind was blown. They had everything, all with a cute little beaver on the label.
Buc-ee's chips. Candy. Cookies. Fudge. Sandwiches. Coffee. Every soda imaginable. Beaver nuggets, which Joel grabbed two bags of.
He pushed a cart as you ran around like a kid at Christmas. "Babe! Look at this cute little Buc-ee plushie!"
"I know, darlin'. I told'ya you'd like this store." He smiled affectionately at you. You tossed the stuffed beaver into the cart.
"Whoa, whoa, Sugar. Our house can't hold many more stuffed animals, it's practically oozing fluff as we speak."
"Oh shush, Joel. I need him," you said while throwing two sets of matching Buc-ee pajamas in the cart.
"Two?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at the tags.
"One for you. One for me," you kissed his cheek, skipping merrily toward the hoodies.
Joel shook his head, too lovesick to object to the matching flannel pajamas covered in cartoon beavers.
An older gentleman walked past Joel and gave a look from Joel with the cart, to you holding up several hoodies and comparing. "First time?" The old man laughed.
"Unfortunately," Joel rolled his eyes, laughing. "I underestimated her shopping ability when I decided to take her here."
"Been there," the old man pointed to an older lady, presumably his wife. "I'm Arthur." He shook hands with Joel. "My wife Marlene and I have been comin' here for years and she's the same way." He looked at her lovingly. "You two remind me a lot of us when we were younger. You make a lovely couple."
Joel smiled and looked over at you, where the older woman, Marlene, had walked up and began talking to you. Your smile lit up, and the old lady clapped her hands together once, excitedly helping you decide between two sweatshirts. Your eyes found Joel and you both shared a smile. 
Joel looked back at the old man and grinned. "Thank you, sir. She's definitely a keeper." The old man patted Joel on the shoulder, leaving to meet up with his wife and kissing her on the cheek as they walked away.
You scampered over to Joel, holding up both hoodies. "I couldn't decide, so Marlene suggested I get both," you giggled.
Joel rolled his eyes, unable to stop the smile on his face. "Alright, throw 'em in the cart. But we better get outta here before I have to take out a loan."
"Thank you for taking me here, baby. I had a lot of fun, and I'm sorry I gave you a hard time earlier," you pulled his collar, lowering his face so you could kiss him on the lips.
"Anytime, sugar. I'll never get tired of seeing that smile." He kissed you back, rubbing his thumb across your cheek.
"Now, whaddya say we go grab a couple sandwiches and sodas, then head back and watch movies in these matching pajamas the rest of the day," Joel suggested.
You nodded excitedly, thrilled with your boyfriend's willingness to participate in your shenanigans. "YES!"
Joel headed towards the checkout counter, struggling to reel you in from looking at more merch. He already took out a large deposit for the ring hidden in his dresser drawer, and this was easily going to cost at least a hundred more.
The two of you walked to the truck, him smacking you on the butt as you climbed in the passenger seat while he held the door open. Shaking his head, he thinks back to the older couple. How Arthur said you reminded him of them in their younger days. Sitting in the driver's seat, he smiled at you, taking in your features.
"What?" You asked, giggling and running your hand through the curls by his ear. 
"Nothin' darlin'. Just thinking about us and how much I love you," he smiled.
"I love you too, Joel" you pressed a kiss to his lips, running your hand down to his neck and pulling him in deeper.
"Thank you again for today," you grinned, pulling away.
"Anytime, Sugar. There'll be plenty more where that came from," he replied, stealing a quick glance at your empty ring finger. Maybe tonight will be the night, he thought.
"Think we'll ever be like Arthur and Marlene?" You asked him, taking a slight risk at the question of your future while interlacing your fingers with his right hand.
He looked over at you, kissing your knuckles. "I hope so, Sunshine." He kissed your ring finger. "I hope so."
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So anyway, yeah I might have a problem lol. But I hope you liked this. Let me know what you think ❤️ thanks for reading.
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mingiswow · 1 year
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Rebel Rebel | Seonghwa
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Pairing: Rebel!Seonghwa x fem!reader
Word count: ~ 4.3k
Genre: dystopia, apocalypse, angst (?), smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)
Summary: When the devil of a man you had the disgust of calling a grandfather destroyed the country and turned it into his little isolated dystopian world so he could rule and sell his powdered food, lots of people, animals, and vegetation died. Now, years later, you are born into this hell of a family who couldn't give less fucks about you, what can you do except rebel against this system you grew to hate? Maybe fuck your dad's biggest enemy?
Content Warning: mentions of death, family issues, cursing, fighting against the system, and sex (if I forgot anything here let me know)
Smut Warning: Filth, pure filth (I was inspired), unprotected sex (would there be condoms in an apocalypse/dystopic universe?), oral (both receiving), piv, face fucking, cum eating, multiple orgasms, Seonghwa calls reader princess and baby a lot of times, he has a filthy mouth and a big dick
a/n: another part of my Halazia brain rot series, I don't know if I'll do with all the boys, but I NEEDED to do Yunho and Seonghwa (maybe if you want you can request another member). So hope you enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments or tags or dm or whatever
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You covered your head in the white hood and left the building from the back part. The path already engraved in your brain from how many times you’ve escaped the fort that held your dad and his lackey monkeys. 
You see, it’s been years since your grandfather destroyed the country and turned into something you could only imagine seeing in dystopian movies. He cut the connection to any other country, he destroyed basically every sign of vegetation and wildlife he could encounter. All because he could and he was an evil man. Ever since, your family is the one ruling whatever was left and the people that survived. But for everyone’s safety - and your own enjoyment - nobody knew who the family of the ruler was. When your grandfather was the ruler, your grandmother, as well as your dad and his siblings, were forced to be inside the fort. No one could leave or enter. It was a way of protecting not only the family but not giving the enemies the knowledge and power to enter the weak spot. Not that your grandfather cared, he was the one to kill his only daughter after he found out she escaped the building. 
Your dad, on the other hand, cared a lot about your mother and your younger brother. You? Just a mistake. Women couldn’t rule, so he didn’t give a single fuck about you, which was great. For you.
You don’t care about your life, what was the point of it? You just want to live the day as if it was last, because it can be. You found your aunt’s diary when you were around twelve years old, and became obsessed with the idea of escaping the fort. So since then you’ve been doing it. And you’re already an adult. 
It was during one of your night escapades that you met the group of rebels that was planning on dethroning your father. To say you were thrilled to go against your father but also be part of something was an understatement. 
The leader was this tall, handsome, and alluring man. His voice was sultry, low, almost like he was always whispering even when he was screaming all kinds of filthy words against your family. You caught yourself going there more often than not, as if you were hypnotized by the man. 
Over the course of the months you've been going there, a lot of the members of the rebellion tried to know more about you, to pry into your life and story but you just push them off by saying you’ve been living alone ever since your family abandoned you. Some of the days you don’t even go home knowing that they were following you, so you just sleep at the abandoned mall. 
You were quite a mystery in that group, but a good addition none the less, your ideas always turned out to be good and helpful since you’ve known your dad your entire life and the inside knowledge helped, not that they knew it was inside knowledge anyways. 
But that didn’t go unnoticed by the leader himself. He was as intrigued as everyone else by you, even his finest men couldn’t find anything about you. You weren’t registered in the country’s births for the year you said you were born or a couple of years before and after. You were a ghost. And Seonghwa wanted to know who you were. 
So when you arrived at the meet spot that night and didn’t find anyone you got scared. Were you trickered? Did they find out about your origins? Were you going to be executed? 
“Hello? Is anyone here?” You asked, your voice almost echoing in the empty place. “Wooyoung? San? Mingi?” You called for some of the rebels you’ve talked the most but still no one replied. You got up at the improvised stage that usually Seonghwa spoke and started to play as him. “These dirty motherfuckers want nothing but to destroy us. They don’t give a fuck about us the poor. They just want to sell that disgusting powder food of them” you said as you were talking to the rebels. “They are nothing but the scumbag of humanity. They just want money and power. The ruler doesn't even care about his family. Why would he care about us?” 
“How do you know he has a family?” The familiar sultry voice scared you, your body turning to the side where the sound came from, finding a relaxed Seonghwa, his arms crossed on top of his chest as his tall figure leaned against one of the pillars that held the place up. 
“Don’t you think he has a family?” You asked, trying not to sound too caught up by his presence and his questions. Was he testing you? “After all, when he assumed no one knew that he existed, what stops him from doing the same?”
“You have a point, miss yn” he walked towards you, stopping in front of the stage, arms crossing again. You walked towards him and sat on the edge of the stage, staying almost face to face with him, your feet wiggling in the air. “You are a rare figure, do you know that?”
You tilted your head genuinely curious at the man. “How so?”
“You appeared out of nowhere in our group, you have no family, no place to live and no register in the country’s systems. Who are you?"
“I’m not registered?” That was new to you. But it made sense, your dad wouldn’t risk putting you or your brother in the registers, it would be too easy to track you down. He denied. “So you went after me huh?” You smirked at the man, who simply put his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Are you that interested in me, leader?” He rolled his eyes at your question. . 
Was he interested in you? Sure, you were an intriguing being, a lone wolf in this messed up place you called home, smart, smarter than most of his men. Combined. And to say he didn’t find you attractive was a lie. The way you swayed your hips when walking or how your flesh was squeezed whenever you hugged some of the others when celebrating a plan that worked. The way you smiled or laughed at some of the jokes that were cracked to break the ice of the seriousness that they were dealing with. Or how your ass looked so squeezable and spankabe whenever you bend down to grab something. He was indeed interested in you, in both your story and your body. 
“I guess I’d be interested in a ghost if I’ve seen one as well” you answered yourself after his silence. 
“Are you telling me you’re dead and just a soul wandering around?” You smiled at him, he wasn’t usually playful, always so serious, so seeing him being slightly funny with you made your pride swell and give you a confidence boost. 
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I'm a mirage. You imagined it all” he chuckled at the way you swayed your arms. 
“If you’re a ghost how can I touch you?” He smirked at you, taking two steps closer, but still not touching you. 
“Can you, sir?” You challenged him, hands resting on your sides and holding the weight of your upper body, legs slightly open and relaxed on the edge of the wooden stage. 
He felt like a winner, you were biting his bait just like he wanted. Little did he know that you knew the game he was playing and you were more than excited to play with him. 
Seonghwa took another step, this time staying in between your legs, and gently laid his right hand on your knee. “See? I can definitely touch you” you chuckled. 
“That’s what you call touch?” You got yourself up and grabbed both his hands, laying on your thighs. He instinctively squeezed them, making you smirk. “See? Like that is better” your fingertips slowly went up his arms and you could see his hairs shiver with the touch. “Have you touched someone else before?”
“Many times” he answered proudly. Men… always the same. “Have you ever been touched?” You smiled remembering your escapades with your dad’s soldiers. They were dumb but at least did whatever you told them to. You nodded.
Seonghwa finally took his hands out of your thighs and grabbed your waist, squeezing the flesh and bringing you flush against his body. You could feel his semi-hard cock under his pants and wondered if he got even bigger when hard. The thought made you bite your lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man that rubbed your lower lip with his calloused thumb, the tip teasing to enter your mouth for you to suck but never did. 
“And have they ever made you cum?” You chuckled at his question.
You leaned over his ear and let a breathe out, tickling his ear before speaking “Bold of you to assume I’d even let someone leave before making me cum at least twice”
“Is that a challenge?” 
“Does it sounds like one for you?” you kept looking at each other, the intensity of it making you burn inside, you were sure your wetness was passing through the thin materials of your pants.
His long fingers went under your hoodie, feeling your warm skin shiver with his touch, the tips squeezing the skin, pretty sure the indents of his nails would be a mark for tomorrow. You instinctively sighed at the feeling and his reaction was just to chuckle at your desperation. “Before we start I just need you to tell me one thing” you nodded, eyes never leaving his. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You nodded again. “I need words, princess”
“Yes, I want to” you bit your lip again, consent never felt so hot.
Seonghwa replaced your teeth with his, biting your lower lip before sucking it and starting to kiss you. You expected him to be hushed, to kiss you with desperation but no. He was soft, gentle, kind, it was such a nice contrast to his chapped lips. And a big contrast to how needy you were. His hand kept massaging your skin under your hoodie, squeezing and bringing you even closer to him. Your legs wrapped up on his waist, your core rubbing slightly with the now even bigger tent in his pants. A little whine left your lips as soon as he disconnected your lips to attack your jaw and neck.
“Can you feel it, baby? What you have done to me” he grinded on you and you felt your pussy squeeze on nothing. God, you felt so ridiculously horny for this man. His voice in your ear was like a feather, slightly touching you but still making you shiver from head to toe. If it was sultry normally, now, full of lust, was even more velvety. He kept lowering his kisses and love bites, marking your neck and chest, you definitely would have a hard time hiding it from your parents. Not that they even cared. But a little care never killed anyone.
Seonghwa stopped his ministrations and moved away from you a little so he could grab the hem of your hoodie and pull off of you, leaving your bare breats exposed to him. If once you had any ounce of self-doubt or shame it went out of the window with the way he growled before attacking one your breasts, kissing it, sucking it, biting it. His teeth grazing your niple and biting a bit harder so he could pull a little before letting it go, the stinging sensation only adding to your experience as you threw your head back and let a low moan leave your lips.
He stopped his ministrations on your chest so he could pull your face close to his again, foreheads touching and eyes staring at each other “I wanna hear you moan, I don’t want you holding your sounds like you did just now” he bit your ear, making you shiver before adding “I want everyone that passes through here to be able to know that I’m fucking you good” you nodded, eyes meeting again. “Such a good girl you are, aren’t you?” you eagerly nodded again.
You’re never the one to submit, always used to boss around the men you’d fuck, making them beg for you to touch them and making them eat you out until you came. But Seonghwa was different, there was something about him that made you a puppy around him, eager to do what he says, to be and do good for him, to impress him, make him like you. It could be your daddy issues speaking louder but you couldn’t care less, all you wanted was for this man to destroy you.
He stroked your hair, hand slowly sliding to your neck, holding it on the sides without applying any pressure. “So why don’t you be a good girl for me and get on your kness?” you could feel like a cold snake going down your body, taking shivers wherever it touched with the way he talked to you. You left the stage and kneeled in front of him, his tall figure hovering over you and you couldn’t feel smaller. He ran the tip of his fingers on your face and hair and you closes your eyes enjoying the touch. “Now put that smart mouth of yours to some use, eh? Suck me” you were dazed, your body reacting by instinct as you pulled his pants and underwear together, his penis finally getting free of the confiments of the fabric and hanging hard in front of you. 
Never in your right state of mind you’d think a dick was pretty, but Seonghwa’s was a sight to be seen. He was on the bigger size and it was thick. You saliveted imagining his girth splitting you open when he fucked you and your legs stinctively rubbed together and you could hear a little chuckle that came out of the man’s mouth when you did. You finally grabbed the member in your hands, excited with how big it looked in your hands, and took a squeeze. You licked his slit, the salty tasty of his precum touching your tongue before your started licking it’s sides slowly trying to wet the length. While one your hands stood on its base, holding a bit tight, the other went to massage his balls as you kept licking it stroke by stroke like a popsicle. Seonghwa grabbed a handful of your hair and guided your mouth to finally suck him, which you gladly did. You started to bob your head, each time trying to fit more in your mouth. When the tip hit the back of your throat it was the first time he moaned a bit louder, grabbing your head again and looking down at you, that looked up with the most innocent eyes you could convey.
“I really wanna fuck your mouth, princess” you nodded, holding his tights and looking at him one more time as a confirmation. He grabbed your head by your hair, holding you im place before starting to move his hips slowly, but as soon as he heard the filthy sounds of your mouth on his dick and the spit falling to the sides of it he lost and started to fuck your mouth fully. You tried to breathe through the nose your mouth was too busy gagging on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. “Fuck! You’re so hot like this” he managed to say through his grunts, right hand caressing your face softly as he cleaned the tears that started to fall. “Just a little bit more, princess. I wanna cum in your mouth and I wanna see you swallow it all like a good girl” you nodded freneticaly, holowing your cheeks a bit more as he kept using your mouth like his personal fleshlight. 
As his grunts and moans and whispers of princess started to fall more repeatedly from his mouth you could feel your pussy starting to pulse as well, his moans were so hot and you were the one causing them, you couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by the ego boost. Not only that, but anyone could walk at any minute and see you devouring his cock. With a few more thrusts Seonghwa finally came in your mouth, a bit of his semen falling out of your mouth and landing on your chest. You swallowed the thick liquid and showed your empty mouth to him proudly. “Such a good girl for me. If you keep like that I might reward you” you smiled at him, eyes hazy from pleasure. 
He pulled you on your feet and started to lick his own mess on your boobs. “Fuck, Hwa” you managed to moan. The scene alone was too hot for you, he was cleaning his own cum and your spit from your chest. He was filthy. In all the good ways.
The man got on his knees and took the rest of clothes you had, his hands squeezing the skin of your legs and going up to your mons pubis, caressing the soft skin and eye-fucking you. “Now here’s how we gonna do, you’re gonna rest your back on the edge of the stage, open your legs and put one of them on my shoulder” you did as he told you to, anticipating what was about to come. He smirked at you before without any warning or preparation attack your clit with licks. You almost fell from the sensation but your leg on his shoulder held you in place. His mouth kept working wonders on you, from his thick lips sucking you, to his long tongue licking you up and down, spreading his saliva and your wetness all over your vulva. Your hands held the edge of the wooden stage, knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding not to fall. “You taste heavenly, yn. I could eat you out all day” you don’t know how he managed to speak but you were too turned on to care, the coil in your stomach starting to grow as he kept his ministrations. “Now I understand why the men gave you at least two orgasms, I could give you so much more just by tasting this delicious pussy of yours” his hoarse voice mixed with his dirty words made you moan louder, one of the hands finally leaving the stage to hold on his hair, pushing him closer to your core.
He started to enter the tip on his tongue inside your vagina and you lost, finally coming without a warning on his face, moaning his name like a prayer but he didn’t stopped. He moved his tongue to your clit again and finally inserted two fingers inside you. You lost your balance almost falling on top of him with the sudden intrusion added to your sensitivity post orgasm. “Se.. Seonghwa… More, please” 
“More what, princess? Tell me what you need” the vibrations of his words on your clit and the rapid pace of his fingers send you over the edge instantly, your second orgasm threatening to explode.
“Dick.. I need your dick, please” your head hung back as he darkly chuckled and started going faster with his fingers. Your mouth opened but almost no sound left, you were already completely fucked out and he had even fucked you properly yet. 
“Cum again for me, baby. Cum again and then I’ll give you my cock” you nodded rapidly, a string of ‘please’ leaving your lips as he added a third finger and you finally came again, this time stronger, your legs finally giving out on his shoulders but thankfully he was there to hold you. He gently placed you on top of the stage, getting inbetween your legs and wiping the sweat out of your forehead. “Are you sure you still can take my cock, princess? You seem tired already” you denied with your head, hands circling around his neck as you kissed him. 
The kiss was once again calm and gentle, like your mouths were meeting each other again after many years and cherishing the sensations of the other. You sighed against his lips and brought your body closer to his, chest flushed against each other and warmth irradiating from both bodies. He deepened the kiss, invading your mouth with his tongue as his arms held you flush in your place by your lower back. You two made out hapilly for a while until your bodies started to grow impacient and horny again.
Without separating your mouths, he guided the tip of his member into you, slowly entering your vagina. You moaned against his mouth, face scrunching with the sudden intrusion. You were right, his girth was gonna rip you. The man didn’t say a word, but you could see by his smirk that he was feeling himself with the way you almost didn’t take his cock, stretching you open just for him to ruin you for the next men that even though of getting near you. Not that just his mouth alone hadn’t done the job.
When he felt your walls pulsating around him, he started to move slowly, being careful to not going too fast to quickly otherwise he wouldn’t last long just by the way you were squeezing him inside you. “Breath deeply, princess. Look at you, taking my cock so well” you nodded, fingers holding his shoulders. “Are you cock drunk already? I barely fucked you and you are already cock drunk for me?” you nodded again, a whine leaving your lips as he started to quicken his pace a little. “I want you to remember today, baby. I want you to remember my cock everytime you’re going to fuck those stupid men again”
“Hwa…” you moaned, head hanging low and resting on his shoulders. “I want you, only you to fuck me, please…” you choked on a moan as he sudenly started to piston inside you, his arms holding your legs open even wider, the lewd noise of skin slapping echoing through the empty room as he fucked you into oblivion. “I’m… close…”
“I can feel it, princess, me too, cum for me so I can fill you up” you threw yourself back, lower body falling almost with a thud and arched your back. With a few more thrust and dirty words by the man, you came undone on his cock, almost no sound coming out of your mouth as he kept fucking you even faster before stopping by a halt and letting his seed paint your walls. 
His body fell on top of yours, his weight comfortably reminding you that you were alive and everything was real. The following silence making you feel comforted, at home, like you never felt before. Not even at the meetings. Maybe it was the warmth of his cum and softening cock inside you, but you never felt so full, physically and emotionally. And that scared you.
After a few more minutes of you both getting your energy back, he finally came out of you, a whine leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness and wave of cold air that hit your body. He grabbed a cloth from God knows where and cleaned yours and his mess, before handing your clothes for you to put back. Even with jelly legs you managed to finish the task.
He pushed you against his chest by your lower back, a smirk on his lips before he spoke “I hope that from now on you don’t fuck that stupid soldiers of your father again”.
“I won- Wait what?” you blinked at your scared expression, like a deer caught in headlight. “You always knew?” he nodded. “I…”
“What? You thought we were too dumb to know that? You came out of nowhere, no registration, clothes made with fabric that nobody under here has access, always glowy and healthy”
“So why didn’t you guys killed me?” you asked genuinely dumbstruck. So all his talk about you being intriguing was a lie? The sex was a lie too?
“Because you are much more worthy alive than dead, at least for us” 
“So you were using me this whole time?” he nodded.
“Yes but not so much” you tilted your head in confusion. “You see, we dind’t know who or what you were until your first plan, your informations were very valuable to us, but until that day, you were just another rebelion” you looked at your feet, not knowing how to feel after all. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with the tip of his fingers, making you look at him. “Might I ask why you decided to rebel against your father?”
“He’s not my father, at least he doesn’t consider me his daughter and don’t consider him my father, I’m a woman, I can’t rule after him” you sighed and kept going. “Not that I want anyways, I hate this place and I hate this system, I wanna know the world, I wanna know different places, different people, I want to leave this country that lives like we are stuck eternally in the past. I hate my grandfather for doing this and hate my dad even more for still doing this. Those selfish bastards. I hope they rot in-” he cut your rant with a kiss and just then you realized how angry, sad and desperate you were, tears spilling down your cheeks as you finally allowed yourself to be weak and vulnerable. He held your face between his hands and looked into your eyes, foreheads touching each other.
“Let’s make a deal, you, me and the rest of the group are gonna dethrone your father with your help from the inside and when that happens, I’ll take you to meet the world, ok?” you nodded. “But you gotta promise one thing first”
“What?”
“Just fuck me from now on”
“Oh that it’s a promise I am more than glad to keep”.
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Cybersecurity: The Call Is Coming From Inside The House
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I've been getting into cybersecurity lately, and it's crazy how most of the cybersecurity news misses what I believe is the biggest threat.
All of the mainstream advice is protecting you against an external hacker. Improve your passwords. Keep your software updated. Beware third party access to your accounts.
But working in this field? I think the cases where the privacy violations aren't coming from some hacker, but instead from the very company that sold you the thing? They're a much bigger risk.
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And it's pervasive. More pervasive than you know - though I'm going to stick to publicly available information because I don't need my goddamn tumblr showing up in court lol.
And it's honestly fuckin scary - imagine the guy in your field who's sexually harassing and stalking you - then imagine he's bragging about having access to this kind of thing, and using it to spy on people he knows. Anyway, I don't have to imagine what that'd be like, with the joys of ~being a woman in tech~
But venting about my career aside, let's get to the facts.
Ring Cameras & Other Home Security Cameras - Case Study
I'm going to let the FTC's May 2023 lawsuit against Ring, owned by Amazon since 2018, speak for itself here. (PDF source)
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Yikes. Well, maybe you're thinking, "But my brand of camera is different, right?"
Let me just reccomend some additional reading. And keep in mind, these are just the companies someone's whistleblown on or sued, and is not a complete list. [ADT] [Logitech] [Eufy] [Verkada]
Well maybe you're thinking, "I don't have any cameras!" Okay, but do your neighbors? Well, if they do, I have another legal document on Amazon's Ring for you: (PDF Source)
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Amazon / Ring (Allegedly) building up a facial recognition database is especially sketchy if you've done any reading about what these companies share with law enforcement, without due process.
Yep, it's not just some stank-ass tech bro who could be watching you at home without your knowledge, the police could be too.
Other "Smart" Devices
Ok, let's say you live in the woods, you don't have any cameras, and you don't have any neighbors.
Ever ridden in a tesla or car with interior cameras? What about been near a roomba or robotic vacuum? Ever taken a test online? Went inside a Walmart? Starbucks? Walgreens? Kohls? Macys? Home Depot? 7-11?
You've probably either been filmed somewhere where Creepy Kyle can go snooping through it, or been entered into a facial recognition database, if you said yes to any if that.
Hell, I could make another longpost on any of the above links, if anyone's interested. Wild shit in all of them.
So WTF can I do?
Well, knowledge is power, right?
Just know that if...
A US-based company sells or provides a device with cameras
That device has internet connectivity / cloud services
That company isn't extremely transparent (i.e. Using open-source software) about what specific technical measures they put in place to prevent the Creepy Kyle problem of employees being able to spy on you?
That company isn't wholly transparent about its data-sharing or data-protections around law enforcement?
It's a serious privacy risk. Potentially even a personal safety risk, if you have the misfortune of knowing a creepy tech bro (or several). So if I were you? I'd get rid of anything "Smart" from your home!
But honestly - that's hard to do! Like I said, it's not always tech you have the option of not buying, sometimes it's a required service. Or in a public place.
So if you really want to change things? Get politically active - push for strengthened data security and privacy measures on tech companies. Because right now, in the US, we need more!!
And I'm not suggesting anything illegal, but stickers are cheap, and used gum is cheaper ;)
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violentest kind of love ﹒ lusher ft. bada lee
your roommate's going to be out for the entire day, and that only means one thing — it's your time to finally release the pent-up sorrow within your chest, to be a little bit noisy about it without worrying about disturbing anyone. although it has never solved anything, it undoubtedly keeps you going when actions won’t change a thing.
it's been three weeks since you last saw your ex girlfriend, bada. she looked like an angel when you accidentally bumped into her on your way to lusher’s class, and the way she looked down at you has been glued into your brain for too long. she just apologised, rushing away as you couldn’t manage to take steps ahead and missed a thing or two from the performance you were supposed to watch, but that went unnoticed by lusher.
conveniently, lusher’s not around today, when the memories seem to hurt a bit more. you've been holding in too much lately. the fact that bada has tons of rumors circling her figure is something that gets you feeling even more unwell, and days go by like a blurry mess for you. things don’t make sense when she’s not around, nor soothes your heart with the kindest words you’ve ever heard. even the little drama she can make, you miss that.
being lusher’s student and roommate always puts you in bada’s way somehow, which soon happens again. bada’s eyes suddenly meet yours when you’re waiting for lusher outside the studio, and she’s actually so nervous at your sight. not for the reasons you imagine, though. a car parks in front of the building, and who picks her up is the same person you’d questioned her about multiple times in the past.
“just a friend” she'd claim. “don’t let this affect you as much, don't be dramatic.”
so many don’ts for you to now see the clearest yes you ever have.
bada’s boyfriend is oblivious to her staring at you, but you do see how she refuses a kiss from him inside the car for whatever reason. you hope she feels as ashamed as she looks. your heart sinks, spins, twists, threatens to crawl over your throat just to bleed out the most offensive words, to tell her you weren’t an idiot, nor dramatic. you were right, and those little indicators should’ve been discussed until she got sick of it, of lying to you.
she did come home later than usual because of him on your last days together; she did keep you on her hook out of hesitance; she did hide you just to keep an image. bada took weeks after you broke up to show up with a boyfriend publicly, but even the rumors were too smart to believe that she was single before sharing it all — people were all sure she wasn't, during the time in which you dated each other, and you should've been smarter as well. they had this suspicion of her being with someone else for a reason.
with you, she'd never let anyone even suspect a relationship, and her confirmation now of having a boyfriend just blew your mind; it's clear that she wasn't doing much but walking through a path she just wasn't used to, when you were together. she was just having fun, and that’s exactly what she admitted to have done when you broke up.
bada used you.
now this woman is the biggest idiot that’s ever crossed your sight so far, and remembering that you know exactly how her chapstick tastes only gets you begging for something — god, the universe, anything — to take all of your memories away and take along all it must.
witnessing them together is enough reason for you to arrive home incredibly late, facing with the tipsiest steps a worried lusher that's been waiting for you on the couch. “are you crazy? you couldn’t even leave a damn call?” she questions, and it takes you a second to process her angry tone.
“i don’t know where my phone is.”
“then get someone else’s? warn me first? use a place’s landline? please, this was torturing” lusher exclaims, and god, you really don’t need something else to feel bad about.
“i’m sorry” you mumble.
being that off from your routine isn’t torturing at all, actually. what’s torturing for lusher is knowing how far you can go when all the frustration you feel is more directed towards yourself than anyone else, which ends up happening too often. the blonde gently pushes your sleeves up to make sure you’re good over there too, if you’re as bad in your heart, then pulls you into a hug afterward.
“it's okay" her voice softens. "just don’t scare me like this anymore” she asks. her touch feels way more comforting than the drinks, just as sweet.
when you pull away, your eyes are so drunk on the way she glows under this beautiful light of kindness it gets you feeling even worse. “i might. maybe if i were a bit like you, as kind, bada wouldn’t have done what she did” you word it somehow. “maybe i failed her, doesn't matter how much of a bitch she was in the end” your mind races like crazy at the thoughts it's coming up with, and lusher sees how you start to get affected by them, tears welling your eyes.
“no, y/n” lusher whispers. “no, you’re good just as you are. i promise” she kisses the side of your head, once again pulling you closer and letting you rest your head on her shoulder, stroking your hair softly. “don't do this, don't blame yourself for her mistakes” lusher keeps her tone calm to make sure your heart feels the same way, and you quietly try to make her words your truth.
lusher guides you to bed, then, and lets you rest inside her warmest hoodie as she hands you water. she's quick enough to intercept your attempt to take sleeping pills this time.
“seo, i need them."
“not today, please. you're drunk, might be bad for you” lusher puts the stack of pills on the drawer as you loosen your grip on it, stepping closer to join you on the bed, her warmth always a welcomed pleasure. she smells like the cherry drink you had earlier. “you look sleepy.”
"i am. drinking didn’t do much besides it for me, i’m so mad at everything” you complain, kind of sulking as she wraps a hand around your waist.
"i'd be mad too, y/n. your feelings are so reasonable" she reassures you.
“think they’re a bit too much” you say, and her eyes glue on yours as she raises her chin for a second, squinting. “see? like now, i’m enjoying the sight a bit too much. i should really find a way to shut them down once in a while” you babble it all out like someone who's wasted indeed. lusher’s cheeks change a shade at your words, and she just chuckles eventually.
“nah, they’re fine in this case too” but you're a bit too drunk — and sleepy — to process her words.
she gets you; lusher understands why your heart sometimes races at her sight, even when you feel terrible. happens to her too. your mind's as useless as your heart now, but you do recognise the feeling in her eyes. it resembles bada's. she’s the same type of peace you get from a sweet glass of wine, from cigarettes after the most stressful days, from the most nostalgic memories and the quietest mornings.
truth is, even the sweetest things can still be bitter if you don't luck out, like when you pull a strawberry from its stem. you never know how bitter it is until you bite it, and lucking out isn't quite what you do these days.
your future self knows that lusher is just like your ex girlfriend. some people are just better at masking truths, apparently. and your heart will need stitches the moment it surrenders to lusher's touch, the second your lips melt onto each other's, and bada will be just a memory pushed behind your most recent heartbreak.
love's more than an occasion for you, it's a cycle. and this is probably your only fate — collecting shards, until you're brave enough to give them a final usage.
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Mɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ Esᴛᴀᴛᴇs (Chapter 1) "Mᴏᴠɪɴɢ Iɴ"
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EwanMitchell Verse x F!Reader
A/N: Hello! This is the first chapter of my Mitchell Estates Series! This chapter is for introduction so not much going on! //Dividers by@firefly-graphics
Summary: You finally arrive at what will be your new home. You hope this fresh start will be able to bring you some peace and less drama in your life.
Tw: Nothing!
Word Count: 1.8k
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The road feels never-ending. Everything moving outside of the car feels like a blur and you feel as if you're driving in a fishbowl.
Your eyelids feel like they're being weighed down. You've gotten to the point where you've imagined taping them open. Constantly feeling the need to shake your head as you try to stay awake.
You've spent the entire day packing, and loading all your belongings to your new apartment all on 2 hours of sleep. The cost of movers was not an expense you were willing to pay, the truck itself was already putting a dent in your wallet.
"Your destination is on the right."
You turn on your signals and carefully pull into the small building complex.
It wasn't an easy find. A friend of yours luckily knew the person who had just moved out and managed to get in contact with the landlord before they could give the space to anyone else.
It was an old Motel that had been renovated into apartments, though, it still looked like it was a motel.
You pull into a random parking spot near a smaller building that looks to be the office. It feels good to finally put the car in park and unbuckle.
"Fucking finally" You lean your head back on the headrest and close your eyes just for a second. You listen to the sounds of the cars passing by and the music coming from your radio on low. You had work until 2 in the morning, a rare occurrence, they needed help and you needed the money. And it was only natural that when you finally got home at 3 your neighbours were having sex loudly followed by someone being a dick revving their engine outside the building. You ended up falling asleep at 5 but had to be up by 7 to start packing.
As you relax in your car someone comes and knocks on the window. You look out it to see a man standing there with a clipboard. Annoyed, you hold the button to roll down the window.
"Yes?" He eyes you for a moment not saying anything simply looking between his clipboard and you. You notice his eyes go to your chest then your lips.
Fucking creep.
"You're late." He stares at you and then looks down at his watch. "You were supposed to be here 5 minutes ago." He sighs angrily and starts flipping through pages on his clipboard.
"Sorry, there was traffic." You apologize to which he just rolls his eyes.
What the fuck is up his ass?
Technically you were 3 minutes late since you spent 2 minutes taking a breather. Either way, 5 minutes is not that big of a deal.
"Are you going to get out of the car or am I supposed to give you the tour from here?" He chews his gum like one of the cocky guys that come up to you in bars who act as if they're walking around with the biggest dicks on the planet. You sigh and glare at him as you press the button to slowly roll up the window while staring into his soul.
Once it's up you take the keys out of the ignition, grab your bag and step out of your car. It belonged to your dad, it had been all banged up so you had to get it repaired but it was worth it. It was probably the most expensive thing you owned.
You look around now that you're out and fully take in the building. They did a pretty good job at not making it look like a motel the vibrant blue and orange colours of the doors paired with the black finishings as well as the white walls just made it all pop. You could tell the trees were just recently planted and the gardens were actually tended to.
For a moment you had been worried the place your friend found would be a dump considering the side of town it was on and the price of the rent. You were in too much of a desperate situation to come to look at the apartment itself so you had no other choice but
"Any day now..." You look over at the man who is glaring daggers at you. You take in his appearance now that you can see him better. He's wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a red sweater. You notice that just above the neckline you can catch a glimpse of a tattoo on the side of his neck. He's cute you'd give him that, but the cutest thing about him has to be that nose. Your thoughts grew a little lewd as you thought about riding his face. His nose perfectly nuzzling against your clit.
Why are the hot ones always so fucking rude?
You close your door, locking the car a couple times before following him.
"You're in B3. Thats the second floor, unit 3." He walks over to that office-like building you noticed earlier and leads you inside, holding the door open.
At least he has some fucking manners.
You take a seat across from the desk as he walks around and sits down in front of you while going through the desk drawers. "No loud noises past 11pm, no pets if it's not on your lease, no in-unit laundry machines, no renovations without clearance."
He finally finds what he's looking for. He pulls out a lanyard, attached to it are 2 sets of keys, a laminated pass and a plastic card. The lanyard itself is decorated with the building's name Mitchell Estates and two phone numbers.
"You only get two keys. If you lose them you owe me 30$ for a new one. The pass gets hung up in your car. If I see no pass and no paid ticket I tow the car. The plastic card is your laundry card. The lanyard has my phone number, don't call me, I promise whatever it is I don't care enough to answer. There is also the maintenance number, call him." He speaks with a dead look on his face and no emotion.
He stands up and walks over to the door and holds it open waiting for you to get up and follow him out. You grab your bag stand up and follow him out of the building. He begins leading you over to the actual apartment.
"The spot you're parked in now is empty so you can have it. Over there is the laundry rooms." He points to the left side of the building, you see a boy and a child walk out dragging baskets behind them. "There are garbage shutes on every floor. Recycling is at the back of the buildings. Those vending machines work." You look over to the vending machines and see some guy leaning against it while smoking. He gives you a grin before stomping out his cigarette and walking into his unit. You try to keep up with the Landlord but frankly, he's walking so fast like he's trying to get rid of you.
You follow him upstairs below you see someone walk into the complex and look toward you. He's wearing glasses and a burgundy cardigan paired with cargo pants. He notices you but quickly looks away.
"Over here is yours." He walks you over to a unit. As you get to the door he searches for the keys, a man comes up the stairs and goes into the unit next to you. You notice the cases of beer he's carrying and a tattoo of a horse on his bicep.
He finally finds the right key and unlocks the door. "Over there on the counter is a copy of the rental agreement. Sign it and drop it off by tomorrow. Rent is due on the first of every month. I don't make exceptions and I don't care for sob stories. If you can't pay I call the police. I trust we will have no issues?" He eyes you up and down again.
Isn't he just a ray of sunshine ladies and gentlemen?
"No need to worry. I don't plan on causing any problems." He nods his head and turns to leave. "Wait," you call after him and he turns back around with an annoyed look. You put out your hand and introduce yourself. "Your name is?"
He looks down at your hand and then back up at you.
"Ettore." With that, he's out your door slamming it behind him.
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An hour later the moving truck arrived. Your friends hopped out and began helping you unload your stuff. Since you couldn't afford it on your own and they needed a truck too, you split the cost.
One of your friends stops to look around quickly before walking back over to the truck.
"Wow. It's actually nice." Boyse blocks the sun from her eyes as she looks up at the building. "And that man up there is hot."
You look to see who she's looking at. You see the man before who lives next to you leaning on the railing while drinking a beer. He takes another sip before turning around and going back into his apartment.
"How...kind...and I wouldn't call it nice. It's...an improvement." Boyse rolled her eyes at Farleigh's statement. "I guess considering how it looked before...I can see the appeal." He lowered and handed down a box from inside the truck.
"For $900 a month. Im just fine with how it looks." When Farleigh told you the price even you were shocked in this day and age you were looking at about $2k for more apartments. "Now come on and help me get these boxes upstairs. Im not paying a late fee for this truck." You grabbed a box.
The three of you spent the next 2 hours unloading the truck and then unpacking your stuff. You didn't have much since you were only renting a bedroom before but luckily you had good friends who would be bringing by furniture to help fill in your new space.
"Fuck that was rough." Farleigh leaned against the wall and fanned himself with his hand.
"You didn't even do anything." Boyse rolled her eyes as she took a swig from her water before putting back on the cap and sitting on the counter. "You spent the entire time talking about fucking Felix and his new boy toy."
"I'm 100% sure that fucker framed me." Farleigh had been boring you and Boyse about his family drama for the whole day. He only came back to see his mother for a day and tell her what happened. "Which reminds me we have to leave if im going to make my flight. I have a party to crash."
He blew a kiss in the air which you pretended to dodge earning you a dramatic heart clutch from him. Boyse laughed and walked over and hugged you.
"At least you're a bit closer to me now." You followed her over to the door. The next-door neighbour walked by Boyse and watched him walk away before turning to you and winking and running off when Farleigh honked the truck. "Bye, babe! Have fun."
You turn around locking the door before eyeing your plain and empty apartment.
"This is going to take some work..."
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A/N: This was SUPER short but it was just meant to introduce the story and set the scene. Hopefully, you guys can figure out who some characters are just by my vague descriptions but if not do not fear! We will meet them all in due time! (Also it is not easy to describe them when they all look alike 🤣) The next chapter will be longer and better and we will also get to meet Will!
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General Taglist: @thought--bubble, @valeskafics Series Taglist: @slytherincursebreaker, @watercolorskyy, @dixie-elocin, @venmondiese, @briefcollectivepersona
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itsmealaiah · 3 months
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I'm nervous (2006 Bill x GN reader)
summary: bill helps calm you down during a performance.
a/n: thank you for the request!!
The crowd roared as I stepped onto the stage, my heart racing. I couldn't believe it - we were finally playing for our biggest fans, the ones who had been with us since the beginning. But as I looked out into the sea of familiar faces, I couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over me.
Just then, I felt a familiar hand squeeze mine. I turned to see Bill standing beside me, his blue eyes filled with nothing but support and love. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice calm and reassuring. "You've got this. You've practiced so hard, and you're amazing. Just enjoy it."
Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile onto my face and nodded. "Thanks, Bill," I managed to choke out. "I appreciate it." He gave my hand a squeeze before stepping back to his microphone. As we began to play, I could feel his presence next to me, his energy radiating confidence and positivity. It was like having my own personal cheerleader on stage.
The music swelled around us, and with each note I played, my nerves began to fade away. I let myself get lost in the rhythm, in the feeling of being up there with my bandmates. Bill's words echoed in my head, reminding me of how far we'd come and how much we'd accomplished together. And suddenly, I wasn't nervous anymore.
We moved seamlessly through our set, each song building on the last. The crowd sang along, their voices rising above the music in a beautiful cacophony. I glanced over at Bill, who was dancing and moving around the stage like he was born to be there. And maybe he was. Maybe we all were.
As we neared the end of our performance, Bill came over to stand beside me again. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, giving me a gentle squeeze. "That was amazing, you know," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "You really did it. I'm so proud of you." His words made my heart swell with pride and happiness.
"Thanks, Bill," I replied, trying to sound confident despite the lump in my throat. "I couldn't have done it without you."
We finished the last song to thunderous applause, the audience chanting our names over and over. As we took our bows and waved to the crowd, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love wash over me. We had done it. We had given our all, and they had loved us for it.
Later, as we were leaving the stage and heading backstage, I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that Bill had been there for me every step of the way. He'd helped me through the rough patches, the doubts, and the fears. And now, standing beside him as we celebrated our success, I knew that no matter what happened next, we would always have each other's backs.
"Hey, you did amazing out there," Tom said, slapping me on the back as we walked. "Really, you owned that stage."
I glanced over at Bill, who was walking just a few steps ahead of us. He was still beaming with pride. "Thanks, Tom," I said, feeling a smile spread across my face. "But it was all of us. We did it together."
We continued backstage, making our way through a sea of people who had come to congratulate us. Fans, friends, family - they were all there, cheering us on and offering their support. It was a surreal moment, one that I knew I would never forget.
As we found a quiet corner to sit in, I turned to Bill and thanked him again. "You really had my back out there," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
He shrugged modestly. "I was just trying to be there for my friend," he replied, his brown eyes meeting mine. "That's what friends do, you know?" There was a moment of silence as we both thought about what he'd said. It was true, of course. We had been friends for a long time, through thick and thin. And tonight, standing beside him on that stage, I couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else.
a/n: hope this was good, xx alaiah
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hina-hina · 1 year
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I feel like this is such a weird request but would you do König x Soap x Ghost X Reader hcs? enemies to lovers 😭 I've had this idea for so long but ic write for the life of me
I love this request sm. I mean, why pick just one of these boys. All is good= ̄ω ̄=
I hope I did this right... >︿<Thank you for requesting!!
|| König X Soap X Ghost X Reader Enemies to Lovers ||
Warnings: Polycule, some angst, non-graphic injury,
Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic
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(Had to use two gifs because I couldn't find one of all the boys together)
So the requester specifically asked via dms that the boys be in a relationship before meeting reader, so that's the vibe we're goin with
(also lets pretend König is in the 141)
So, imagine the boys had already been together for a while, each of them balancing each other out perfectly
And then, you join the 141 as a new recruit from selection
Now, Ghost is immediately suspicious because he just isn't the biggest fan of newbies
He only got more annoyed when he saw how headstrong and reckless you were
He already had his work cut out for him with Soap, he didn't need another person under his command he had to fear not following direct orders
To add to this, your showboating only encouraged Soap to be more reckless in an attempt to one-up you
Which only made him more mad
And then there was König, who was infuriated by your behavior in the field because you always talked over him and rushed ahead
He was also slightly jealous of your sniper status
So, this would lead to plenty of arguments between you and the three of them
But it would also spark arguments between them and cause some relationship troubles
So Price, In a last ditch effort to remedy the infighting, he sends the four of you on a mission together
This became a very bad idea very quickly
You and Soap began your usual teasing which turns into you trying to show him that your better which spurs him on
This ends in Soap getting badly hurt
Your demeanor immediately changes, catching Soap with little difficulty as he crumbles inward
And we've already established that Ghost is a very protective person
And this just sets him off
He starts tearing into you while you guys seek temporary shelter in an empty building
König is angry too, but he is just anxiously attending to Soap in the corner to really join in on the reprimanding
Ghost doesn't really mean to be so mean, but he was just scared
He pushes down the thought that he wasn't just scared for Soap, he was also scared for you
He could see that you felt bad, that you had regretted what you done but he just kept yelling which only caused you to get more annoyed
This accumulated with you shouting at him, without thinking very much about what was coming out of your mouth:
"You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look fucking stupid!"
You freeze, he freezes, even König looks up from where he had been packing gauze into Soap's wound
Even Soap huffs out a delirious laugh, "Quite a bold move, [lad/lass]"
Ghost is secretly glad his mask covers up his blush
Not another word was said all the way back to base
When they get to base, you disappear without a word and Ghost chooses to ignore the insubordination of not waiting to be dismissed
Ghost and König get Soap to medical and his injury is treated
Soap ends up being the one to start the conversation about what happened
When Soap is up and moving, the three of them go on a mission to track you down
So that the four of you can talk of course
They eventually find you and after some groveling they get you to talk
You admit that all the showing off was really just to impress them
Totally not because you find them all super attractive
This leads to you apologizing to each of them for trying to show off and getting Soap injured, for teasing König, and for not listening to Ghost
Ghost would sigh harshly, looking away as he reluctantly apologizes for how mean he was
Soap would jokingly say, "You've still yet to apologize for the kissing comment."
And you would freeze thinking you've offended them by trying to inch in on their relationship
That is, until he continues with, "I mean, i was the one who got hurt. Aren't you supposed to kiss it better."
Que lots of blushing
Ghost would cheekly say, "Well, they gotta kiss all of us to make it fair. You want a kiss too, König?"
König would jump at being suddenly acknowledged but would nod all the same
The night would evidently end with Price being right, the four of you did make up
Or should I say, kiss and make up?
He just didn't take into consideration that his plan would really work
Now that the four of you are together, you no longer feel the need to show off and your true potential really shows
They're all really proud of you :)
(Would you guys want a part two with more relationship headcanons...?)
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fishsticksloser · 7 months
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hii so this is kinda like. self indulgent 😭 but could you write platonic spiderverse headcanons w a gn spider-reader who’s 12?(got bitten at around 9-10)
hopefully that’s ok, if not it’s fine tho sorry 😭😭
Young!Spiderperson
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Warnings: slight angst, platonic fluff, pretty short
A/N: I'm so tired. I wish I could sleep... We don't need sleep... We only need Astarion... Also before you all yell at me... Noir was bitten at 16 in the comics and says he's been spiderman for 3 years in ItSV meaning he's 19 then 20/21 in AtSV. Same with Hobie, bitten at 16 and says he's been spiderman for 3 years making him 19-20
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Miles
He was only 14 when he was bitten
So he's very understanding and wants to help in any way he can
He's thankful he had Peter to help him learn how to be Spider-Man
He can't imagine being 9/10 and doing it alone
Miles has had a fair share of difficult times
But being so young and going through that
Terrifying to him
He will beg his parents to adopt you
Pav
A lot like Miles
He cares so much
He's such a good listener too
And he wants to do everything he can to make your job easier
He was bitten at 14/15, so he's fairly knowledgeable on how hard this is
So never once has he yelled at you for how you performed
Pav spends a lot of time with you
He thinks you're so amazing and he tells you that every time he sees you
He might be your number one fan... Might there might be someone who has him beat
Gwen
She was bitten at 12/13
So the fact that you've already been spiderman for a few years just...
Breaks her heart
It was hard enough at the age she was bitten
She can't imagine having that pressure, those powers
And still be in elementary school
She decides to help you
Not just learn how to use your powers (cause you've been doing it for 2-3 years at this point)
But she decides to be your confidant
She wants you to come to her if you need help or guidance
Noir
He will adopt you
In a heartbeat, are you kidding?
Did you see how quickly he basically adopted Peni?
Yeah... he basically adopted a 14 year old while he was 19
But being so close to Peni, he understood the termoil she went through after she was bitten at 8
This man will fight for you
Tooth and nail
Especially since the spider goddess won't let him die...
He will do whatever it takes to protect and empower you
#1 dad young dad
Hobie
I said someone might have Pav beat for your number one fan...
And this man here might have him beat
He's a punk
Are you kidding?
He is astonished by you
He had his own problems being 16 and a crime fighting rockstar in his universe
But you...
You were just a "wee thing"
He is your biggest fan
Constantly encouraging you to do better
Be better
Be amazing
He is definitely upset that you had so much on your shoulders so young
He wishes he could go back and take it so you could be a kid
Miguel
As if anyone could be more upset by what has happened to you
Losing his daughter at such a young age
He was outraged that you were put under this
He makes you a little escape at HQ
He absolutely builds forts with you
Whatever you want
He just wants to make you happy
You didn't deserve this
Really none of them did, but at 9/10?
You never got to experience what it was like to be a normal kid
Peter
Dad #2 on this list
Peter adopts you instantly, on sight
He's 100% 'kidnapping' you
He treats you like his own kid
You wanna spend the night at his?
He doesn't even have to ask MJ cause she'll agree
Smores, popcorn, Kool aid, you name it he'll get it
He wants you to experience real kid things without all the pressure
Cause you don't deserve that
You shouldn't have had to go through that
And he plans to make you feel loved and appreciated every day of his life
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tomorrcwz · 10 months
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down your throat, ødegaard
pairing: martin ødegaard x fem!reader
warnings: smut — blowjob, also fluff because its martin ødegaard !
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Tiredly, you opened your eyes slowly, taking in the sight in front of you. There he laid, naked like God made him, his eyes focused solely on where his hand ran your left hip up and down gently. You closed your eyes once again, enjoying his touch which was far from the way he manhandled you just six hours before.
"Don't let yourself fall asleep again, min kjæreste", he whispered whilst nibbling playfully on your ear. The norwegian pet name pulled your heart strings and made you smile a little but you really had one thing on your mind and that was sleep.
Kissing your cheek as his hand roamed up your body to your throat where it stopped, squeezing it softly to get a reaction out of you.
"Come on y/n. Let's take a shower before work."
You got the point; everything pretty much smelled like sex and sweat, and it was better to take one than spray on some strong perfume right before going to work eight hours. However a voice in your head cried for an hour more sleep and the desire to do it was overwhelming.
Martin's hand wanderd to your temple, massaging it which in return made you purr like a cat. He knew how to get a reaction out of your body — you had been casual hooking up since January and it was already March. You had been single for a few months, looking for some fun and well.. he catched your eyes with his stern face as he had watched over his teammates on a night out. Normally your type was brunette, full lips and a bulky build because you craved a man who could be rough in the bedroom and be a protector but Martin didn't need to be the biggest in the room; he seemingly owned it. He was hot in a way you couldn't explain and he had more sides on him than the first glance let on. You did fall in love with him over time — you didn't only fuck for fun, no, you met up to grab some food or walk around for hours, talked every other day over phone and once in a while he asked you to be his date for an important award show.
It felt like you were already in a committed relationship.
"With you?", you sheepishly asked him, already knowing the answer. Martin grinned at you and kissed your lips to get a sweet moan from you.
"Only if you want me to."
"You bet I want you", you mumbled between wet kisses, grabbing a fistful of his golden hair. Letting him go, you rolled on your back, waiting patiently for his next step.
"Want me to carry you?"
"Please, you've fucked me good, I can't imagine walking at all." He rolled his eyes in mock irritation but nevertheless pulled you in his arms, securing you with his hands on your ass whilst you clasped your legs around his midsection, hands on his back, feeling his strong muscles work under your touch. Martin looked like one of those Greek gods without even trying.
Walking in the bathroom with you in his arms didnt seem to mind him a bit; he pinched you in the side to let you know that you arrived and dropped you to your feet. He wasn't even a head taller than you, however his aura spoke a different language, taking the full room. You starred each other down, enjoying the tension you built up. The man turned around, giving you a good view of his body as he stepped in the shower.
"Pretty girl, don't you want to lose that shirt of mine and join me?", questioned Martin who started to relax his muscles under the warm water.
Still you stood there, bitting your lips at the view which he quickly noticed and took the upper hand. He firmly gripped his hard dick, strocking up and down as he let out low moans. His head leaned against the cold tiles of his spacious shower, ignoring your presence which you didn't like. Hastily you ripped your shirt off ( one of his arsenal shirts but sharing is caring! ), opening the shower and stepping inside.
You sank to your knees, kissing the flesh of his hip bone, whilst one of your hands touched his abdomen, feeling his muscles clench under your fingertips. Despite your butterfly kisses all over his hips he didn't spare a glance at you, annoying the shit out of you so you stopped his hand from stroking and gently sucking on his tip.
Martin let out a loud groan. "Knew you wanted to put your lips on my cook, min tøs."
Motivated by his degrading wording, you began to move your mouth up, taking his dick halfway before going back to the tip, kissing and sucking it hard, elicting one of his pornographic moans. Gradually, you took it further, taking more of the length as you looked up at him and meeting his gaze. His eyes were clouded with Lust, hair wet from the water which made its way down his body.
Wanting to hear him getting louder, you opened your mouth wider to take it all in. His tip reached the back of your throat, causing you to moan on his dick. The vibration sent him extra pleasure and he couldn't stop himself to fuck himself into your mouth.
He wimmernd, chanting your name.
"Fuck y/n, I'm going to cum."
You hallowed your cheeks, pleasing him even more before he spilled down your throat, tights shaking under your fingers. You still bobbed your head along his cook, milking him off his last drop. Then you let his length out with a satisfying pop, kissing your way up to his lips, making him taste himself. Martin broke up the kiss first, his eyes holding an emotion you couldn't explain.
"I'm not letting you go, you know?", he said, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead once he turned the water off and started to towel down your body.
Jokingly you replied, not realizing what he actuallymeant. "I have to work, sunny. Can't drop everything for you."
Turning your head to meet his eyes, he gave you a waning look. You searched for the answer in his eyes, wondering what he was trying to tell you.
"It's me and you, okay? I don't want to label this", he pointed between you both, "as a casual hookup."
Your breath caught in your throat and fear spread through you. He wouldn't dump you after you sucked his dick, right?
"What do you want then if not hooking up?"
"I want you to dress up for tonight so I can take you out on a real date, yeah? I want more than just your body and I want to be able to tell everyone that we're dating." Your heart fluttered at his words and you nodded in agreement. "Fantastic. I'd fuck you but time isn't in our favour", Martin smirked, hitting your ass.
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samstclair · 10 months
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Kendall Roy’s Princess
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Kendall Roy X Reader
Anonymous Request -
"Sam Saint Clair! Yes! Hello! Listen, I'll be quick and easy about this - Reader x Kendall Roy. That's it. Alright? Maybe she works at Waystar? Who knows. Create a lil power dynamic with it? Rags to riches? I don't know you do you like always! I know it's not completely morally right given it's the workplace but since when is Succession focused on morals?!"
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Of all the possible careers in the world, with literally every single possible line of work, there was one you never thought you'd step into - and that one was corporate...
Corporate.
Like ew honestly. The word might as well carry radiation, because every time you heard it in passing it was as if you were a victim in the Chernobyl disaster and old radioactive wounds had just been split open again to fill you with a pretty bad fear and dread. Like who the fuck wants to work in a cubicle? Be real for a second.
But nonetheless, here you were - Waystar Royco in the Big Apple, New York City. Some say it's the biggest apple of them all. You personally felt that honey crisp apples were bigger than the average apple, but, New York was just no ordinary apple - it was a city. And a big, busy city at that.
You really thought about that saying, "don't knock it 'til you try it!" and how based the person who ever came up with that was. There was something so sophisticated when you put on those black heels, that white buttoned up shirt and little slutty plaid (or gingham, whichever you prefer!) skirt. You've never seen the show Mad Men but imagined that was the vibe.
"I'm just a woman in the workplace", you'd recite to yourself as you dressed up in the morning, hyping your self-esteem UP. "Just a woman doing some serious business."
You also had no fucking idea as to what that 'business' was, and in all seriousness you weren't really sure what Waystar was all about. You would Google it at work, but something in your eye receptors or whatever blocked your brain from processing the information. Needless to say, you're a bimbo.
As you fixed your hair into a messy bun, but not too messy because that's not work appropriate, you reminisced on your little rags to riches story. You were just a girl who dropped out of theater school for reasons not important. Some say you were expelled but honestly tomayto tomahto. Everyone will always have their own opinions.
It wasn't all that hard, now that you were knee-deep into the company. It had first seemed overwhelming and intimidating, but honestly, it was really just running around and giving people papers, coffee, other mumbo jumbo like that. What you learned pretty quickly, was that if you walked fast and made it look like you had something on your mind, then no one would bother you because you looked busy. Your leg muscles went CRAZY so there was no need for some stair master bullshit.
You were just an ordinary assistant, mainly for the Logan Roy himself. There was a sense of importance and untouchability with every step your heels took in that fat building, you were literally Logan's number one bitch, (that's what he liked to call you in confidence!). And no one could tell you shit and that's that. You were basically hands off and free from any critique by your peers, even if you sucked donkey ass at your job.
Honestly the only reason he hired you because he liked how kinda oblivious (and a bit dumb) you were, since you never really pestered him with questions about what he was doing and you just do what you're told. "You're not annoying as fuck like my goddamned kids," he'd say. He thought you always stayed in your own lane because you were being respectful and minded your own business, but in actuality it was because you had no fucking clue what they were talking about the great majority of the time. If they weren't speaking in weird riddles and metaphors and similes, they were talking something about numbers. And math wasn't your forte. You literally just found out that "pi" actually meant 3.14 and wasn't actually slang for pumpkin/apple pie.
No one knew how you got the job or what qualifications you even had, but it didn't matter. No, it was all just between you and Lowgie Bear <3 (that was you liked to call him in confidence and was also the name for his contact on your phone). Even if you were on your work laptop playing games like Papa's Pizzeria, no one would even dare to ask if you were actually working. You were so focused on those games it looked as though you were popping some fun big numbers on Excel.
That morning when you got to the office, you did your usual - said hello to the people at front desk, hoped inside the elevator, listened to the click and clack of your heels, got to your office, prepared some coffee, and while that was brewing you signed into your computer and printed out the daily report. While that printed, you lit up your TJ Maxx candle, played some ambient mukbang ASMR on full blast (you're low-key deaf) and looked out the window into that concrete jungle Alicia Keys called New York. You always got to work bright and early, and that was mainly because you lived in an extra mailroom on the last floor in the basement. Logan said it was because he always wanted to keep you close.
It was a beautiful, clear morning, free of any suspicious airplanes. One of your favorite things to do was recite to yourself "I built this." Even though you didn't have literally one thing to do with the construction and knew nothing about scaffolding, it was a good affirmation that helped give you the confidence for the day. You felt like a mother holding her coffee watching her children rip those gifts to shreds like gross little rabid gremlins.
You loved having your new office. It originally belonged to Roman, Logan's son, who you swore was the youngest of all his children but that was actually Shiv. Despite birth records, you still didn't believe he wasn't the youngest. It arguably caused some premature strife between you and Roman when you acquired his office, but you didn't really care. Even after you insulted him the first time you met him, saying he "looked like that Home Alone kid",  from that moment forward he had such a distaste and hatred for you, finding the comment extremely offensive. But like I said you didn't really care tbh. It was the truth and you wanted nothing to do with him, something Logan was also keen on. He always protected you. He was ride or die <3 Some might stay he was a stan <3
A knock came at your door. You whipped around in your rolling chair to see your girl - Gerri.
"Good morning, Gerri!" you said.
She smiled. She was so mother. "Y/N, remember - you can't light candles. It's a fire hazard." She smirked at your forgetfulness. She reminded you of a cute Littlest Pet Shop mouse.
You blew it out. "Yeah, I know, it just always stinks of an office in here. So what if a little a Vanilla Bean causes a little fire? A little fire never hurt anyone."
"I guess, Y/N. Until it does."
"Until it does what?"
"Never mind. Listen, Logan's in a meeting right now. Give him about a quarter to nine before you bring him his daily report or whatever."
"Sure," you said. Like what was previously said, math was not your forte. You only thought a quarter was for two things - a genre of coin and the quarter pounder, which was what you ordered when you resorted to McDonalds when Burger King wasn't available. Since when is a quarter involved in time?
"What are those daily reports about, anyway? I've always wondered," Gerri asked curiously before closing the door.
"Oh, Gerri, I would tell you. But Logan said he'll knock me off the side of a cruise ship like those women if I spilled."
Gerri didn't seem that content about what you said, giving what you know was a fake smile, and closed the door behind her as she left to the meeting. As you struggled to find out what a quarter meant, it just so happened you saw through the glass a tall ass man child limp by your room.
You got up and ran to the door. "Greg!" you called in a harsh whisper, but wasn't successful as a whisper since you saw everyone's head clocked towards you from their desks. "Greg!"
He turned and lit up when he saw you, literally like the child he is. He limped to your door. "Y/N, hey, good morning. What's up?"
"Why are you limping?" you asked, confused as to why he was limping.
"Oh, well, uh," he hesitated and looked around. "Tom and I were sitting at this like, ATN meeting, like across from each other? We started playing - well, are you familiar with the game 'footsies'? Well, we were getting pretty, I guess, into it? I mean, Tom a little more-so than me? And he I guess started to get upset because I was winning? But I'm not completely sure how to win footsies? So he got a little carried away, I guess? He started hitting me quite violently with his foot, like no longer in the playful manner? Anyway, my leg's all bruised -"
"- Greg I have a question. What's a quarter to nine mean?"
He thought for a moment. He needed to lean down a bit for your short ass to hear the whisper. "A quarter? You mean like the coin? Or the burger -"
"No dumbass bitch, a quarter to nine."
"Ohhhh," he said, "sorry, my, or - our separation, like our distance in height prevented me from hearing like, the rest of your sentence. I believe a quarter to nine is, if my knowledge doesn't precede me, eight forty-five."
"Okay great thanks!" you closed the door behind him soon after. You liked Greg, but was sure not to be around him for too long, as anywhere Greg was, so was Tom. And Tom was not your favorite to be around when you were sober. Greg was like a cub and Tom was the mama bear. Wherever there's a cub, the mama was always near. Cocaine bear proved that. #ripRayLiotta
Once that quarter to eight came, you grabbed Logan's favorite cup of coffee, (it was a mug that read "I'm Grumpy Without My Coffee" with Grumpy Cat's face on it #ripGrumpyCat) and the daily report that was freshly printed. You began to walk down the hall towards his office. He had his blinds down, so upon entering you literally didn't expect every fucking person and their mother to be there.
You barged in, "Lowgie Bear! I have you daily repor -" and you were shell shocked. Logan was sat at his desk, hands together like a villain, surrounded by literally everyone. Gerri, Frank, Karl, Stewy, Hugo, Karolina, Roman, Shiv, Greg (and next to him mama bear Tom) and - Kendall.
Kendall. Ken. Kenny.
What was there to say? You froze staring at his fine Mickey Mouse personified face.
You and Kendall - well, you two had history. Actually, it was barely history but there was some pretext. Basically, ever since the first time you met, there was tension. And the good tension, not that Roman type of tension...................................................................
You remembered where you were the day before you met Kendall - the day before you met any of the Roys - boxes in your arms filled with all your stuff from your dorm, standing on some New York street, something like a corner and third, lost like a rat who was kicked out from his borough. All you had to eat that day was a hot dog from the floor that you wrestled a rat for to get. You stood there embarrassingly as cars flew by you, splashing puddles of water all over your Juicy tracksuit. You hated being helpless on the street - the last time that happened a taxi screeecccchheeeddddd on the side of the corner. You didn't want that to happen again.
Then, you felt your phone buzz against your fat butt. You put one of the boxes down, but it actually slipped and some of your shit fell down the sewer drain.
"Motherfucker!" you yelled, ready to cry. Things were definitely not going your way. "What's a girl to fucking do?! Who the fuck is this?"
You reached to your pocket and pulled out your iPhone 4s. It was a number you didn't recognize, but you weren't about to just hang up. No, you were going to see who the fuck decided to give you a little ring and caused your fake Puka shell necklace, Medellín snow globe, pink Barbie Benadryl pills, and extra large tampons to fall into the sewers. Tampons were expensive in today's economy, after all that inflation business or whatever.
"What, bitch?" you snapped.
"Y/N! Hey, it's Willa!"
"Oh my God, Willa, girl, hey!" you smiled, your voice flipping into your true friendly self. Thank god it was her, because being a Karen wasn't your style. That lifestyle was for the Karen's. "Where've you been?"
"Y/N, what a couple of months it's been, you won't believe. I'm calling from my boyfriend's phone, I lost mine."
"Your boyfriend?" you thought, "oh yeah, Zachary, right?"
"No, Connor, actually. Listen, I wanna hang out with you! Connor's going to be out of town for a couple days, you know, work and stuff, but his family is having this little getty at his dad's house. Come with me!"
"Willa I would so love to! When is it?"
"Tomorrow night. I can pick you up at your dorm!"
"Actually Willa," you said, "that can't happen. I got kicked out. Long story. I'm actually homeless as we speak."
"Oh, really? Look it's okay, I can get you a hotel room until you find a place to stay. I would let you stay at me and Connor's, but he gets paranoid someone's gonna take his Napoleonic memorabilia."
"Yeah totally that makes sense. Thanks a bunch!"
Willa, being your girl, got you that hotel room. And that shit was nice as fuck like Scarface when Tony Montana was in that bathtub smoking that cigar. It made you so happy to know your girl Willa got her sugar daddy. You both met in a theater production you were forced to go to for school, but the experience was a lot less boring when you met her. From that day on, you two were destined to be just a couple of girlies. She was like a breath of fresh shy white girl that you couldn't find anywhere else.
You were sitting in the bathtub that resembles Tony Montana's and had accidentally knocked out the fuck out when your phone rang. Thank god it woke you up cause you were about three more minutes before you were completely submerged and could've drowned :/ . You jumped up and scrambled for your phone on the bathroom counter, suds of soap all over your head that blocked your vision. It was Willa.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Y/N, you ready? I'm downstairs in the car."
"Uh, yeah I am! Just give me like five, girlie!" you hung up, catapulted your phone across the room, jumped out of the scorching hot tub butt ass naked and ran for your dress that laid out on the bed. You dried yourself of all the suds with the towel before catapulting that out too.
"We'll just have to go braless and pantiless. No bras, no panties! No bras, no panties!" you repeated in an effort to justify the lack of bras and panties. You then threw your dress over you, shoved your heels on, and picked up your hair in a clip. "No bras, no panties!"
Just as you were out for the door, you saw yourself in the mirror and wanted to throw up - the anxiety had built in you and you felt your butt clench. You needed to shit but there was literally no time for this.
"Move, bitch!" you yelled at a guest as you bolted down the hallway towards the elevator, slamming them against the wall. Guests must've thought you planted a bomb or something in your room with how manic you looked and how fast your legs were taking you.
"STOMP! STOMP! SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT!", your feet said as you ran. It was the best thing you knew how to do.
Water was still dripping down your leg, and once you got outside the cold New York wind intensified the coolness of it so much so that it was basically stinging. It stung. You jumped over all five steps and landed on the ground, banging your hand on the tinted window.
"Let me in! Let me in! LET ME INNNNNNN!!!!!!" you yelled. The window rolled down, revealing your girl, Willa.
"Jesus Christ, Y/N, what's wrong? Hop in!"
You jumped through the window feet first despite the door being opened moments prior.
You two were in the backseat, now off to the gala! "This is a nice car," you said. "Presidential type. Like, JFK would've loved this."
"JFK?"
"John Fitzgerald Kennedy? Like, it's so secretive. He would've liked it because it could've prevented his death, you know. No one can see inside."
Willa's stares lingered on you for several moments before she finally said something. You couldn't talk much after because you were too winded.
"Y/N, are you okay?"
You turned away from the window and looked to her. You tried to smile, but you were too tired too. It looked like a part of your face was melting. "Yeah girl I'm fine. You look great! Why do you ask?"
"Just, cause, uh," she looked you up and down, "you're dripping wet."
"Yeah it was raining."
"Raining? But it's been clear all day -"
"In the room. I mean my hotel room," you chuckled, "it was raining in my hotel room."
She was definitely confused.
"You know, leaks and all," you finished. You thought it best to move on. "Do you have any makeup on you? I thought I should go all natural, you know, no makeup. But now I'm regretting my decision."
"Yeah, I think I have mascara," she opened her purse and pulled it out, giving it to you.
"Better than Sex, oh my god that's like vintage. Like 2016 vintage," you said and used your phone as a reflection to put it on. Some bumps in the road caused the wand to jam into your eye causing it to go red but nonetheless your lashes were coated. You gave it back. You checked how you now looked in the reflection of the car - but it just seemed you had pink eyes in both eyes. Uh oh.
"That's all I have, Y/N, I'm sorry," Willa said, still shuffling through her ludicrously capacious bag.
"No, it's okay. Sometimes mascara is all you need! But sometimes it's not. How come you invited me? Not that I wouldn't have wanted to come, but like, what happened with Connor?"
"Oh you know, he's on this campaign tour thing and all that. I just didn't want to go alone," she chuckled, embarrassed.
"Sounds fun," you said. "Who's this family?"
"The Roys. They're a bit crazy."
You laughed. "What do you mean, crazy? I've seen crazy, heck - you've seen crazy. We were literally in theater together. I bet they aren't even that bad."
"No, they're pretty bad. They can all be pretty mean. And judgey. They're like, blood related but not actually a family, you know? So, like, don't engage with them too much. They don't like when you look in their eyes for too long. So where'd you get your dress? It's so pretty."
"Goodwill," you said confidently. "Isn't it pretty? It makes my ass look fat bro."
You shifted over to show her, struggling as you were still wet and inadvertently created a slip and slide on the leather seats.
She agreed it was fat. "Wow, that's from Goodwill? I wouldn't have thought."
You sat back down. "Of course, what, you think I was gonna buy a dress? I'm broke, remember."
"Well, wait, didn't you have that money from Colombia?"
"Well who says I bought it," you said, biting your tongue with a smile, "also don't bring up Colombia."
You two had finally made it to Logan's penthouse and pulled up outside. You both stepped out and entered, going into the elevator.
"Willa, this is like, rich rich," you whispered.
"I told you," she whispered back.
Once inside the penthouse, you knew you had to unlock your inner theater girl - not the annoying one, but the ACTING one. You had to unlock the Y/N self that belonged here - with the upper echelon of society. This was your debut.
You quickly lost Willa. One minute she was with you in the mess of all these people, and the next moment she was gone. But you couldn't let it throw you off - sometimes in theater, you know since it's live, mistakes happen! The show must go on!
You grabbed a glass of champagne off the tray of a waiter and stood up straighter. You sipped, and despite it tasting like expired sparkling water, you sipped and sipped. You then downed three others - that liquid courage had now been activated and in full effect.
"Man this tastes like dick," you thought. Rich people really did have shitty taste.
The air smelled of expensive cologne and perfume, you wondered if their noses built a tolerance to how strong it was because it was extremely overwhelming and frankly nauseating. Maybe all the coke they do blocks sensory receptors? Who knows, but Jesus Christ it was as if there was an oil spill that actually smelled good but not too good when it's all mixed together. So yeah basically an oil spill in the water but there's no Dawn to save it.
You felt your tummy rumble.
Mama's getting hungry...mama needs to eat so the monster doesn't come out....
But it didn't take long for you to realize that it wasn't cause you were hungry. After all, you more than helped yourself to the snack bar, basically chilling there for like fifteen minutes fucking up everything they had to offer. Rich people didn't seem to like eating, because all the food was barely touched. How ungrateful. The last thing you had to eat was that hot dog you had to roundhouse kick that rat to the ground.
No, it was that very familiar feeling - the feeling when your bowels are incontrollable and on fire. Your body tensed and your heart began to race - you needed to shit. But when didn't you?
You darted (and farted) in every direction, looking for a door that appeared to resemble a bathroom. You felt that anxiety amp up as you failed to find one. You then began to walk around, essentially crop-dusting, still searching but keeping the composure of your rich socialite character you were playing tonight. Never mind the beads of sweat that ran down your face and the shortness of your breath that resembled an asthma attack.
"Y/N! There you are, I thought I lost you!" you turned and saw your girl, Willa. "I was looking for you, I even went to the food bar looking for you -"
"Willa where the fuck is the bathroom in this bitch? I'm hurting," you ordered. "I'm hurting bad."
"Oh, it's literally right behind you. Go in, I'll wait out here. I wanna introduce you to some people -"
You turned to find a door and pushed that shit open, revealing a beautiful porcelain toilet. You entered and shut the door behind you before Willa could even finish.
You hit that toilet and everything, and I mean everything, came out. You desecrated that once beautiful porcelain toilet. The formation was solid, meaning you were healthy! You smiled, you loved solid ones. It made you feel so healthy. Anyway you looked around the bathroom for any refreshers or sprays - you didn't wanna exactly leave your scent in here. But honestly you weren't scared if you did, their colognes and perfumes could overpower it.
Once you finished, you wiped front to back cause you're not a degenerate and flushed, then flushed again to rid any remaining skid marks to cover any evidence. After all, girl's don't shit. You washed your hands on the beautiful porcelain sink and took yourself in in the mirror - you always  looked and felt renewed after emptying yourself. Who needs coke when you have your natural bodily processes?
You noticed some q-tips that were scattered around, snapped in two, and some pieces of magazines ripped all over the floor. You looked below to the trash bin, and saw all sorts of broken decor, more q-tips and magazine pieces stuffed inside. There was also a broken hairdryer and smears of black on the cabinets. It appeared a lot of violence had went down.
"They must've had a crazy number two," you thought. You laughed to yourself, "Oh, how I've been there."
Once you washed up and after taking some grainy selfies on your iPhone 4s, you went back outside and saw your girl Willa waiting.
"Relieved?"
"Oh, girl, always. It's like spiritual meditation, you know," you said. "Anyway, Willa, you told me this was a getty - but this is like an actual party." You couldn't help but feel yourself smirk at all the possibilities - the champagne was hitting. Willa seemed to read you like a book.
"Y/N, no, I know what you're thinking. Yeah it's more of a party than a getty, but it's not a party party. You can't get 'faded' or 'off da juice' or whatever you like to say. Just don't embarrass me, please. These people are not fans of plus ones," Willa explained, sure to make sure that you got the vibe. You did and assured her. After all, getting fucked up wasn't a part of your character in tonight's script!
"It's okay, Willa, I won't. I thought these rich people would have good alcohol, but after having some to calm the nerves, you know, it's really not that good. Honestly I think I shit most of it out. Liquidated, you know?" you bit your tongue like a mom, but you didn't realize when you did since it was ingrained in who you were, "See? I'm fitting in just fine with these business people!"
Willa began to introduce to you to a bunch of the people there, but you honestly started to get overwhelmed. There was no differentiating between them, they were all old white people and you forgot their names the moment after Willa said them, so you just opted to referring to everyone as "girlie". Some didn't like it but some people don't like seeing a woman succeed.
"Hey, Willa, I'm gonna take a break. It's just a lot of people to take in right now, you know? It's a lot at once," you said. Willa understood and was going to talk to some others, leaving you back to yourself.
You got bored pretty quick. You weren't talking to anyone but the character you were playing was also getting bored. If you couldn't drink, then what fun was there to do? No one was dancing, no one was getting 'lit'. But there was one thing you knew - and that was that someone here had drugs. Like, rich people drugs. You weren't just about to do ketamine or bath salts, but maybe weed? You handled yourself well when you were high and maybe it could help this experience altogether?
You began to scope around for someone who resembled a stoner. It was pretty difficult because everyone was wearing nice outfits like suits and dresses, so picking out who in the building that looked like they skated and listened to Odd Future was proving difficult.
"My god, what's a girl gotta do to smoke around here?" you thought.
And then - you found him. He was abnormally tall and definitely looked like he might be a pothead. He was standing outside on the balcony, looking clueless like a puppy or some shit. Man definitely didn't belong here.
"These nepo babies", you thought to yourself as you b-lined towards him.
"Hey, can I smoke with you?" you asked. He turned and looked down at you. You didn't feel you were that short but brother in Christ this man was tall.
"Uh, I'm sorry? I don't think we've met," he extended his hand out for a shake. You shook it, but didn't like it, "I'm Greg, I'm, uh, I'm Logan's nephew. Well, great nephew, technically. But we've like, fostered a relationship, where I'm more of a nephew than a great nephew -"
"- Yeah that's great I'm sure you're great. I'm Y/N. Do you have weed? Mama - I mean, I could use some."
The tall dude named Greg the great nephew smiled like a little boy, "Yeah I do. I get you, it's a lot of people around. That's how I felt when I first got here, you know. Perhaps we should go to the other side of the terrace, perhaps a more secluded area?"
"Yeah whatever," you said. You followed him a little farther down the balcony, behind some shrubbery that blocked you from the sight of all the other rich old people. He stuck his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a small baggie of weed. He continued to shuffle through, but seemed to have lost something. "Oh shit, I forgot the wrappers at home."
There was no way you were going to miss out cause this dodo bird forgot wrappers. "That's okay," you spat. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
You walked back out into the balcony, then back to inside to the food bar. You grabbed some slimy slices of cheese and salami, then went back out to meet Greg.
"Here, use these," you presented him the slices of salami and cheese, but there was no thought behind his blue Miley eyes.
"Uh, what?"
"Roll with these. I've done it before, here, give me," you grabbed the baggie from his hands and began to scatter the bud in a straight little line across the salami and cheese. You then rolled it up tightly, licking the ends shut and presenting it to Greg, who was safe to stay, astonished.
"You really just crafted a doobie out of salami and cheese?" he said, in awe.
"It sucks being poor. You learn your way around things. I also saw this on a clip on YouTube from that show Extreme Cheapskates. Here," you gave him the deli spliff and began to roll another.
"Does this thing really work?" Greg asked you, inspecting it.
"Okay, Grav3yardgirl," you said. "It does. It's basically a life hack."
Greg pulled out a lighter and lit the end, taking in a drag successfully. He was still in awe.
"This is like, inventive. I mean, there is a hint of, uh, dairy and meat, but it's not actually that bad. It's like a true bodega joint. It's just missing the bagel and the salami would have to be bacon instead."
You lit up your joint and you were set - this was it. You looked over the balcony and taking in the city and those hits. You felt like Remy from Ratatouille eating the strawberry and cheese, all the flavors were coming together. It was disgusting at first, but tolerable after a while. Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all.
You two sat in silence for some minutes, enjoying one another's company.
"So, would you rather be trapped in a pool with a shark, or with a tiger in a cage?" he asked. You looked over to him, his eyes blood red and glossy.
"Uh, honestly," it took you a moment to process what he was saying. You felt so slow and a little stupid. "Well, how about this instead - gay son or thot daughter?"
Greg took a moment before answering. You frankly forgot what you asked by the time he answered. "Well, uh, in terms of which I'd rather have, I honestly don't know exactly. Maybe like, whatever would come first, you know, if I had a son or daughter first, maybe the logistics of the situation would play a factor," he took another moment. "Honestly this question is kinda stressing me out. Is it supposed to do that?"
"Uh, heyyyyy Gregggguuhh! What are you doing out here, buddy? I've been missing my Sporus!"
You both turned your heads pretty slowly to your left, seeing a head pop out on the side of the shrubbery. It looked as if he was floating and your inebriated self thought it actually was. He resembled Horton from Horton Hears a Who.
"Oh, uh, hey Tom," said Greg. "Tom, this is Y/N."
You waved. He came out from behind and revealed his entire body. You were relived that he wasn't floating after all.
"Y/N, huh? And from where do you sprout from, huh? From what depths have you appeared to land a spot on this balcony?"
You stared at him blankly. You saw his eyes dart from yours to both of your joints. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Are those, are you eating the food bar's deli as if it was a cigarette? Why is it all rolled in that fashion, huh Greg?"
"It's, uh, it's weed. Do you want some?" Greg offered.
"Weed? What do you mean 'weed', Greg?" he inspected Greg's salami and cheese, also in awe. He scoffed, stumped. "Well aren't you just a little brainiac scientist? What are you going to do next, Greg, are you going to make a nuke out of the potato salad?"
"It was actually, it was actually Y/N that made these."
Tom looked to you. "Really?"
Though it didn't appear as so, you were getting overwhelmed as you had gotten used to just Greg's presence, and it didn't help you were still getting over the fact Tom wasn't actually floating. All you could muster up to do was a very lazy, slightly paralyzed-looking biting tongue in your white mom way. It was really your default response.
"Uh, what was that?" Tom asked.
"What was what?" you asked back.
"That tongue thing - right there, when you bit your tongue. Wait there - you just did it again!" he said, pointing at you. You didn't realize it but you did do it again. "How'd you do that?"
"Um, I don't know you said. You just do it," you repeated it again. He seemed to really enjoy it as he began to laugh in disbelief.
"That seems fun!" he said, and he began to do the same, "it's quite fun, isn't it?" He then continued, one after the other until he got the bite right, enjoying himself. You and Greg watched with dead faces. You weren't sure for how long that lasted (it was an hour).
"Uh, the fuck is going on here? What kind of orgy is this?" another voice boomed.
A small man came out from behind. You felt your anxiety grow more now that another person was added behind the shrubbery.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked you. His squeaky voice was one that you found extremely irritating.
"I'm me," you said, more sass in your tone to match his.
He looked to your salami cheese roll up. "The fuck is that? Wait, are you smoking weed out of what the fuck is even that," he looked closer at it, "fucking havarti cheese? I mean, how poor are you? Aren't my tax dollars for you fucking welfare checks to afford wrappers?"
Greg rose up. "It's actually, uh, pretty innovative. It just proves, I think, personally, that anything can be a wrapper if you want it to be. Like, if you set your mind to it."
"Yeah, how about that? Say can my dick be a wrapper if you 'set your mind to it'? And what about you," he turned to your direction, "what're you a fucking - a fucking mute? Who are you fucking, Helen Keller?"
You continued to stare him down. You didn't know what it was but his little presence was really starting to make you angry. A part of you had the strong urge to stand and use all your strength to knock this elf on the shelf motherfucker over the ledge. He seemed to be reading your face.
"Her name is actually Y/N," said Greg.
"Y/N, huh?" he looked to Tom, who this entire time had been practicing his mom tonguing. "The fuck is wrong with you? Why does it look like you're having a stroke?"
"Can you leave us alone," you finally said.
He whipped his head back to you, a daring look on his face. "Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do? Run to Twitter and cancel me? I'm Roman Roy, motherfucker. You can't cancel this," he motioned his entire petite body.
"You look like the kid from Home Alone," you shot back. "The one that got left alone."
Roman's face froze. He could not believe what the fuck you just said. Greg giggled but soon stopped once he realizes just how quickly and deeply Roman was made insecure.
You didn't want to linger for any longer in the awkward silence, so you quickly rose and bolted.
"That was the weirdest blunt rotation I've ever had", you thought. And you once smoked with Pablo Escobar's mom.
Fortunately, parallel to the other side the terrace was another corner covered on shrubbery. It was a perfect spot to finish off your joint, now in complete peace but not complete silence, as the party was still going on like ten feet away.
It was now nearing nighttime. The sun began to set over Alicia Key's concrete jungle.
"Hey, mind if I join?"
"Jesus Christ how many are there of you?!" you screamed, turning to your right to see who the fuck was it now disturbing your silence now.
And that was him. Kendall. You didn't know it at the time but that was Kendall Roy.
"Oh, sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to bother you -"
"No it's okay," you quickly switched up, sure to smile. "Come sit. I'm sorry, I just, I got stressed out." You giggled in embarrassment, sounding a little like Trisha Paytas.
He took the seat beside you. "No, I get it," he smiled, revealing his goofy fine ass smile, "it can get pretty annoying, all these fuckers here put in one place. Kendall."
"Y/N," you said. You then offered your roll up, "you wanna kill it?"
He took it. "Sure. I don't even know what the fuck this is, but fuck it," he placed the entire roll up into his mouth, the tip of it barely out from his lips as he took a hit. You watched, transfixed and taken aback. He began to blow out rings and laughed as he coughed. "Jesus, that's some strong fucking shit there."
You tried not to look too much at him, instead facing back forward. But you couldn't help it. Man was fine as fuck in the goofiest way. The way he blew those rings - I mean what that mouth do I don't know.
You remembered a quote you saw on a Pinterest board once - "Compliments are just the absolute best ❤️ ". Now was your time to shine and put that quote to WORK.
"Your eyebrows."
He looked over to you. "Sorry? My eyebrows?"
"They're like, thin. Like Y2K vibes. I have to use a Men's shaver to get mine like yours - but you just have them all natural."
He nodded. He didn't get what the fuck you were on about. "Thanks. So who are you?" he asked. "Who do you know here?"
"I'm Willa's friend," you replied. From then on, you two spoke the rest of the night, free from any disturbance as you two were hidden in the shrubbery. As time went on, you felt a strong connection with him, and despite him being attractive, there was somewhat of a sad presence around him, in his self-deprecating way. There was something helpless, something loser about him that you felt immensely relatable. You could tell that he lacked a mother (and honestly father) figure, something you felt immediately attached to. Not to say that just because you're a girl means you're going to have motherly instincts all the time, but it was extremely intense with this one. A part of you wanted to pick up your hair in a ponytail and let everything do the rest, but another part of you wanted to cradle this man and pop a boob out to breastfeed his ass like the mother from Barbarian did to Justin Long's character.
Later that night, he'd introduce you to his father, Logan, and that was it. You won him over as assistant when he asked you a simple question, "Y/N. What would you do with a million dollars?" he was trying to prove something to his kids but you didn't realize it then. Your answer was quick, simple, and to the point: "If I had a million dollars I would buy so many cheeseburgers and Big Macs in McDonald's. I would also go to sweet tomatoes during lunch hour and I would tell the manager I want to co-own the business. And then I would fly myself to meet harry styles and offer him some money (not like he needs it) and ask him if he can be my boyfriend. And he can't deny my proposal cause I own sweet tomatoes. And I can offer him McDonald's food and he'll love me for that."
He loved that answer. "Smart. Very smart."
From that point on, you pretty much secured your position that family.
Working at the office, you and Kendall flirted here and there, but it never became anything too serious, to your own dismay. You loved the adrenaline that came through you when you saw him at work, and weren't at all opposed to the little office romance you two had going on. A little Jim and Pam hurt no one. You'd even post on your Instagram stories a screenshot of the two and type out "me and who". Kendall hearted it every time <3
One of your favorite parts of the day was getting ready for work, where you woke up two hours earlier to do your makeup and hair, and mentally prepare yourself for when you saw him at work. You looked cute asf every time, so the days he wouldn't show - let's just say it was very difficult for you to go on. Those days always ended up being the worst and resulted in you going to an extra storage room by yourself and going absolutely ape shit and trashing the entire place to let go some of that unwanted tension from the lack of the wanted tension from Kendall.
Okay so back to the office. Again, EVERYONE was there.
You snapped out of your trance. "Oh, uh, I'll come back later!" You were about to turn around, as you were not mentally prepared for all of that, let alone Kendall. He hadn't been in the office for several days and it just so happened that you got self-diagnosed with depression at that same time. See the coincidence?
"The fuck do you want?" Roman asked. "Don't you see the adults are talking?"
"Watch it, Roman," Kendall said. He always came to your rescue and it made you all hot down there.
"Shut up," Roman said to his brother. Oh no. That was a no-no in your book, no-no.
"Shut up Home Alone bitch!" you shot back.
He glared at you. It was like a slur for that man. You saw the flashbacks from the party replay behind his eyes, it filled you with such satisfaction. "You don't tell me to shut up! What do you want? Why are you even here, huh? Wanna crack my dad's back again, huh?"
"Romulus, enough," Logan said. His voice had such power it made the room fall silent again. Roman, annoyed and upset with his father's picking of sides, gave up. He crossed his arms and turned to face the window, away from you. "I'm sorry, Y/N."
"No, it's totally okay!" you said to your boss, "I love a little office rapport!"
Logan smiled softly, his little white mustache moving upwards. He turned to Roman. "For the record, Y/N cracks backs better than any one of you morons in here can." He turned to you again. "What is it, Y/N?"
"I have the, you know," you motioned to the papers, "you know. The documents."
Logan's face lit up. "Oh yes, yes. Alright everyone, fuck off!"
Everyone looked to one another, clueless.
"Well, wait. Logan. What do we do? We need to have a decision for tonight, for the markets, before the stock closes," said Frank.
The moment the words "markets" and "stocks" came out of Frank's mouth, they were as if they were the secret code to turn your brain off. You zoned out the moment they began to blabber on, incapable of deciphering whatever the fuck they were talking about. All the big words were difficult for you to understand. In fact, you didn't understand literally anyone in this office but you did a pretty good job at pretending you did. Your usual rotation of responses were as follows:
"Oh my god yes we have to think about the numbers!" or
"Yeah, the shareholders won't be big fans of that!" or
"The stock! We need to think about how it'll affect he stock!" or
"Yes! Investors are investing!"
There were more and even though sometimes saying any of these would result you in getting pretty confused looks, playing the office bimbo was just, well, YOUR forte. Not math.
You knew they were finished talking when they all began to leave. You snapped out of your disassociation and opened the door for them as they all left. Kendall gave you a small nod (you blushed), Gerri said thank you, Tom did his little white mom tongue that he now completely mastered, and Stewy winked at you. All the others just left, except Roman, who left last. He stopped at the door, and in a whisper said, "Keep up your attitude and I'll personally hire a tech fucker to wipe all your Sims 3 files from your PC."
You ignored him and shut the door behind him, pushing and forcing him out. He couldn't do that. Do you know how hard it was to log into your computer? No one would guess your password was ImJohnnyKnoxvillesLittleTenesseeWhiskeyCowgirl123.
You walked over to Logan as he put his glasses on and inspected the papers you put in front of him. "The fuck is it today?" he looked at the papers carefully, then closely, but ultimately threw it down. "Can you read it, Y/N, the print is so fucking small!"
"Of course, Logan!" you smiled, you cleared your throat. "Okay, today's date October 13th! Today's horoscope for Libras are, (insert here an entire usual horoscope bullshit here that really doesn't mean or say anything despite having a shit ton of words and sentences that sound like they make sense but they don't)."
Logan took a second after you finished. He began to nod. "Sounds about fucking right. I'm surrounded by MORONS!" he looked to you, "Not you, Y/N, you're just a bimbo."
"Aw, thanks, of course! Do you need anything else?"
"Yes, actually. I don't know how to get that goddamned Alexa to fucking work! Can you turn it on for me, Y/N, or fix it. Whatever the fuck, just do something about it!"
You walked over to it, initially not believing you could even try to attack the root of the problem. But, it wasn't hard. It was plugged out of its socket. No biggie. "Fixed it!"
"Thank you, Y/N, can you play that uh," he sat, thinking in his old man brain, "that woman."
"What woman?" you asked.
"Erm, that woman you know the one. You played it last time."
"Oh!" you remembered, "Lana! Yeah sure, what song?"
"The one I liked."
"Alexa, play Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey."
The Alexa lit up blue and began to play. Logan nodded. "Nothing better than a woman who's proud to be an American woman." Logan put his glasses back on and began to look at other mumbo jumbo documents at his desk. "Thank you, Y/N. You may go now."
You walked over to the door, "anything else, Logan?"
"Actually yes, one more thing," he looked above his papers to you, "Go get your nails done. You need refills, 'girlie'."
You looked down to your hands. It was true. You really did need refills bad. It's literally been five fucking weeks and those acrylics were barely hanging on.
You were now at the nail salon, admiring your new set - they were a French set - Logan's favorite. You sat in the chair waiting for your nail lady to get a seat to do your feet. It was packed in there, but you weren't leaving until your patas were done.
"Well, well, look who's here."
You turned around at the bell on the door ringing. Stewy had just entered.
"Hey Stewy," you said, surprised, "what are you doing here? Picking up your girlfriend?"
He showed his well groomed hands. His nails were short and smooth - no cuticle in SIGHT.
"I always knew you were a well-manicured man." He took his own seat with his lady and began to create some rapport with her.
"Hey so listen, there's like no chairs that are going to be available soon, is it okay if we put you in the backrooms chair?" you nail lady asked.
"Yeah sure! Let's go!"
She took you to the back which resembled a photo from that liminal spaces Twitter account and sat you down on a lawn chair with an Orbeez Soothing Spa at the bottom. You put your patas in those rubber boba-esque balls, enjoying the weird sensation on your feet. She didn't realize, but as she was getting things to prepare, you kept popping some of those balls in with your feet. They were delicious. She then began to get to work, taking a little longer than usual taking off all your dead skin. It looked like parmesan cheese had been coated all over those rubber balls.
Mid-way in, with the first coat, your phone began to ring. It was no longer an iPhone 4s, you were able to upgrade now to an iPhone 7 rose gold! Though your nails were still wet, you struggled to grab it from your side with just the palms of your hands.
You gasped, wide-eyed at the contact name. It was Kendall.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" you worried. Your nail lady gave you a giant side eye. "Can you answer it? I can't, my nails -"
You passed it over to her, but before she could grab it your phone thought it would be funny to do a little slippy slip slip from your hands and fell into the Orbeez bath. "Oh fuck!"
Your nail lady grabbed the iPhone, drying it with a towel, answered the phone and passed it over to you. You scrambled to answer.
"Hello, Kendall? Oh my God," you called. His voice was cracky and static. You looked to the lady, pointing at it, "it's Kendall!"
"No, it's wet. There's water in your phone, it's broken."
"Oh no!" you cried, "Ken, can you hear me?"
"He- lo- Y/N - cn an - you - ear - meeee"
The line then dropped, and your phone screen went black. "He sounds like shit. Man. I missed my fucking chance. FUCK!" you catapulted your now broken phone across the salon, accidentally and effectively hitting Stewy in the face. He was not happy. It was a habit you really needed to break.
After you finished both your mani and pedi, you went back to Waystar ready to present to Logan just where his money had gone. It was night time by now, so the building was bordering on empty.
You went up the elevator and went straight for his office - but oh no he's not there.
"Aw, man," you said, saddened. You turned back around, back for the exit, with lack of pep in your step...
"Hey, Y/N," you turned over - oh fuck it's Kendall. "Hey, I called you earlier."
"Oh, hey Kendall. Yeah sorry, I was doing my nails and my phone slipped into the Orbeez Soothing Spa thing. Look at them," you presented your hands. He touched them softly, looking at them in the light. His touch made you SHIT.
"Wow," he said, admiring them, "why are they so long?"
"Uh, cause the longer the better, duh!"
"What's this white powder, under your nail? That white shit? Is that why they're long, you're snorting?" he began to giggle.
"Uh no," you took your hands away from his gently and inspected it for yourself, "it's baby powder. I chafe bad. Some must've gotten stuck. Anyway, you going to Logan's birthday dinner tomorrow night?"
"Yeah, that's actually why I called you. Will you go with me?"
"Of course! I mean, I was going anyway!"
"Uh, yeah, I know, but, I meant to go with me?"
"No yeah I know what you mean. But, technically, me going is like, me going with everyone. But of course Kendall!"
He smiled his goofy smile, it filled you with butterflies (euphemism for anxiety) that made you all warm inside. It filled you with such satisfaction to know that you had that affect on him. But of course you did, you are you and that's just what you do!
The following morning, you had your usual routine - you left the basement, elevator, your office, coffee, sign in, print horoscopes, looked out to the city, "I built this", lit your candle before Gerri told you to put it out, whatever. You made sure to look EXTRA cute today cause girl this was going to be a very important night. Kendall literally asked you out. This is no fucking joke. It's like the D-Day of this World War II thing y'all got going on if no one was dying.
After reading Logan his horoscopes, he asked to look at your nails.
"They're perfect, Y/N," he smiled. When he wasn't scary he was just a chill old man. "French. My favorite genre of nail."
"Of course, Logan! It is your birthday today after all! I actually have a gift for you. Do you mind if I give it to you now, I just can't wait," you said. It was true, you couldn't wait. You handed him an envelope before he could say yes.
He began to open it, taking out your gift - a sticker of bagpipes you got from Redbubble. You waited excitedly for his reaction like a weirdo.
"They're bagpipes! Since, you know, you're Scottish, so they're like naturally your favorite instrument! You can put it anywhere, it's waterproof!"
Logan looked up to you, a dead-serious face he only sported during his seemingly important meetings. A part of you didn't read this Logan expression well - you didn't know what he was about to say next...
"Y/N," he began in a serious, low tone, "this is the most thoughtful fucking gift I've ever received that none of these moronic imbeciles have ever gotten close to giving me. Better than anything my own fucking kids have given me. Thank you. I'll put it on the side of my helicopter."
Your wholesome moment was then ruined by an all too familiar annoying voice. It was Greg.
"The fuck do you want, Greg?" Logan boomed.
"Well, uh, happy birthday Uncle Log, first off. But anyway, uh," he struggled.
"Spit it out!"
"Well, uh, Tom's asking for Y/N. Like, summoning her down to ATN. We're uh actually short of an assistant today, you know, for the debate."
"Debate? Oh yeah, yeah, Y/N, go on."
As you were leaving, you heard the faint and muffled start of what you recognized as "Million Dollar Man" by Lana Del Rey come from Logan's office. You began to walk down the hallway down to ATN, a place you rarely ever found yourself going to. If there was anything worse than numbers, it was politics. It just honestly sounded like a whole lotta nothing to you. But you weren't just about to say no to Logan, especially today - that would be illegal. Greg continued talking about potential gifts for Logan, but you had a knack for drowning people out.
"Hey buddyyyyyyy," another all too familiar voice called. You turned to see Tom's Horton ass face catch up with you and Greg.
"What, Tom?" you asked.
"Well, I'm sure my assistant briefed you," he looked over to Greg, with a little gay twinkle in his eye, "but we do have a guest today for ATN. A little debate, you might say. A little clinking and clashing of fine weaponry, perhaps, shiny swords of red and blue -"
"- Don't you think that's like, embarrassing?" you asked. You three reached the newsroom, where one of the anchors was getting her makeup retouched but looking extremely annoyed as if she was going to bite the makeup artist's finger Abby Lee Miller style.
Tom seem insulted. "Why? What do you mean embarrassing, Y/N?"
"Well, like, lowkey," you said in a whisper as to not get bitten by the woman, Tom leaned in, "anyone from the outside can debate anyone in here and like, win. I don't think it's that hard."
Tom backed up. He took a moment, and looked to the anchor for the day's debate, then back to you. "Well, I take great offense to that, Y/N."
"Yeah, whatever. What do I know, though? Anyway what do I have to do what the fuck am I actually doing down here?"
"The guest should be arriving soon, through the back, where the shredded papers are thrown away. By the dumpster, you know, where you seemed to appear from like a fairy. As if Tinker Bell was a homeless fairy and a slut. Go on, go, escort him up," Tom turned, arms now crossed like a child and refused to talk to you anymore. That was just Tom, though. You shrugged it off and went towards the back.
Once you opened the door, you saw that fat ass SUV of an Escalade pull up and out came the guest. But it wasn't just any guest - no no it can't be. It's not just any ordinary guest, not just your regular Joe - oh no, oh no oh fuck fuck fuck - it's your ex Hasan! Fuck!
His 6'4'' ass stepped out in his signature blue suit - the same he always wore for debates that you ironed (and burned multiple holes through that you blamed on overly-grown moths) yourself - and you both caught one another's stare.
Let's just say - you were stunned. Like, no fucking way. There's no way. But there is a way and this was the way exactly. You were pretty much at a loss for words. All that confidence from "I built this" had seeped out of your body like body oil and it fucking REEKED. Like it was impossible for this to happen. But at the same time it wasn't? Cause he's literally a political commentator. Oh shit this is real.
He laughed in disbelief. You were both in awe. You stood there, blank and still like your ass fucking froze like you computer sometimes when you signed in because of how overloaded and backed up it was from those Sims 3 files. You looked high key stupid.
"Really?" he said as he walked towards you.
"Bro what the fuck," was all you could say.  
"Wow. So ATN, Y/N? Really. That's fucking low, dude. I never thought you were THAT familiar with the political climate of America, but I also didn't see you stooping down to work for literal Nazi sympathizers."
You turned and began walking back, not caring if he followed or not. You needed a moment to take it in. Okay. Okay....Okay cool now you took it in.
"Um, actually, Hasan, I work for Logan. And he's actually Scottish. How can a Scottish person be a Nazi?" you snapped, basking in your sudden femme fatale attitude, oh how you loved being a woman in the workplace!, "Anyway, mind your business just like I did yours."
"Fair enough," you two now stepped into the elevator. He leaned down to whisper, "Do you think Logan likes Zootopia just like you?"
The motherfucker was a rocket up your ass. Too bad he was still fine as fuck. But alas not all good things last forever...
You didn't give him the satisfaction of replying to him. You tried to make it seem like you were being the bigger, professional person, but in reality you had nothing to hit him back with. He was just too perfect honestly.
Now at the panel, Hasan took a seat by the anchor and the two began to fix themselves. They didn't speak one word to another - not even a hello. You cringed. This is awkward asf.
You hid behind the cameras in the corner, to yourself like a kid in timeout. Safe to say you were startled.
"Y/N, what is wrong with you?" Tom asked, now at your side.
You swallowed a pretty substantial wad of saliva, gulping pretty substantially. You said lowly, "Yeah. I am. That's my ex."
"I'm sorry, wait. Hasan Piker, the Twitch streamer, the little fingers dancing on a keyboard while his buttocks gets sores from sitting all day until time calls for his little occasional wee in his two million dollar home, whore-for-Bernie, communist masquerading as a socialist, Hasan Piker?" he seemed to enjoy this sudden news, relishing in its irony. You were not finding it as amusing as him. In fact, you started to see red at his apparent enjoyment. You felt that rosacea take over.
"Your wife cuck-holds you, Tom."
His face immediately fell. He walked away. It really did seem easy to make anyone in this fucking family insecure. Either that or it was another forte to add to your albeit short yet expansive list.
The moment they went live, you knew you didn't have that strength to stick around. It looks like your work was done. You ran out and felt tears well and stream down your face. Thank god you stole that Milk Hydro Grip Primer from Sephora, because this makeup was NOT coming off.
Everyone seemed to avoid you, and you liked it that way. There was nothing worse than this!
Oh god, everyone's gonna see me crying! Fuck! They're not gonna take me, a woman, seriously! you thought. You felt the early symptoms of a psychotic break linger. This was definitely not the time and place.
But there was no doubt about it - girl you were spiraling. Flashbacks that you thought your little brain worked to forget started to appear. You remembered the beyblade. You remembered his love for beyblades. You remembered being HIS beyblade...
You felt your breathing quicken. Your chest was tight. You knew you had to retreat somewhere - there was no stopping the rain after the lightning or whatever Lightning McQueen said.
"Hey, Y/N!"
You turn to see who grabbed your arm, ever so gently at that. Oh my god it's Kendall! He couldn't see you like this!
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Oh my god Kendall I can't no it's that I can't bro what even is that?!" you said through muffled mucus.
"Come here, let's get you out of the hallway," he pulled you into the women's bathroom and locked the door. You admired he didn't care for gender norms. He began to rub your shoulders in a soothing way trying to calm you down. There was something wrong with him being the one to console you, because typically you'd think it would be the other way around. But whatever another time.
"What's wrong, Y/N?"
You started to regulate your breathing. "Okay, so like," never mind you started hyperventilating again, "my ex, that Hasan guy. He's my ex! I just wasn't expecting him, you know?"
"Wow, okay," now he started to process the situation, "wow, he must've really fucking hurt you."
"Yeah, I have a permanent bump on my parietal lobe just to prove it!"
You then began to cry in his arms, he held you in that bathroom and you felt all your problems not go away exactly but for the moment it felt good. There was no way a MAN could fix your ass.
"Hey, listen," he had you face him, "fuck that guy. Okay? I can fucking, like, ruin his life for what he did. Why don't we, like, fucking bail? Okay? Let's go to lunch, we can fucking, I don't know, we can fucking eat açaí bowls or some shit. Whatever."
"Really? Like right now?"
"Yeah. I'm dead fucking serious."
"Oh my god Kendall you're like the best!"
A toilet then flushed. You both thought it best to bolt out of there before you came face to face with whoever was just minding their business to take a shit. No need to call HR here!
You both stepped into the JFK dream car, the chauffeur turned to ask Kendall where they were off to. You licked some of the fallen tears on your face. There was nothing that hit better than the salty brine of those tears on your weather-beaten face.
He turned to you, "What do you want to eat? It's up to you. Anything you want."
You turned to the window to think, watching the droplets beginning to slam at high speeds onto the glass. You then turned to him, feeling flirty and sensual all of a sudden, "I'd honestly really fuck up Oui yogurt -"
"Actually, buddy, can you drive us to Texas de Brazil?" Kendall said to the chauffeur. He nodded and began driving, occasionally going on the sidewalks to avoid that rush hour traffic. Evidently there was no fine that Kendall couldn't afford.
At the restaurant, it was literally just your regular Texas de Brazil. You personally weren't a fan, but you weren't going to tell Kendall no. Telling him no would send him into a spiral, an two spirals together are not good. You know what two people spiraling is? Yeah. Exactly that. It's two people spiraling.
Basically Texas de Brazil is where people go when they have too much money to spend on scraps of fucking meat. Like a vulture would absolutely go berserk. (Authors Note! If you've never been to Texas de Brazil, it's okay! It doesn't mean you're poor, it just means you're smart with your money!)
Kendall landed you two a sweet secluded spot directly in the middle of everything. Men with skewers stacked with meat were running away and offering it to every table. Frankly, it gave you anxiety like why are we running? The meat is not gonna go that cold fast like chill out. You're not getting paid enough for all that.
You and Kendall weren't able to speak too much as every time you tried to the men with skewers with unreadable faces were speed walking towards your table at full  force, one after the other after the other.
Mama's getting overwhelmed...
They kept coming at all angles, not giving you a moment to breathe. In your peripheral, you saw them coming at you like fucking crazy. You wondered when it was the best time to let Kendall know you didn't eat red meat. It wasn't for religious reasons exactly, but it was because it made it difficult for you to shit. And since clearing your intestines was something of a spiritual practice, it could arguably be for those religious reasons.
"Ribeye?"
"Pork?"
"Sirloin?"
It's getting worse...
"Chicken Breast Wrapped in Bacon?"
"Filet Mignon Wrapped in Bacon?"
"Bacon?"
Mama's getting stressed....
"Ox tail?"
"Brazilian Sausage?"
"Lamb Chops?"
Mama's gonna blow.....
"Parmesan-Crusted Pork Loin?"
"Braised Beef Rib -"
"ENOUGH!" you finally shouted, hands on the sides of your head covering your ears, shaking, "STOP! NO MEANS NO! I KEEP TELLING YOU NO!!!!!".
The restaurant fell silent.
You opened your eyes as they were shut tight like gorilla glue. You peeked through, everyone stared at you blankly - you weren't just in the center of the restaurant but now the center of their world...
You and Kendall ended up leaving directly after that. He was pretty quick to get out of there. Now carless, you both walked the streets of New York. It was nighttime already. Neither of you had spoken yet to break the silence.
"I'm sorry about that, back there," you said, faintly smiling in embarrassment, "I just get overstimmied easily."
"It's okay," he chuckled, "actually I - I found it kind of hot. You know, like, telling them off?"
You felt yourself blush. He was for real a man who grew up without a mother figure.
"So where do you wanna eat now?" you asked. Your fat ass was still hungry.
"How about," he stopped on the sidewalk and you faced him. He had that delusional look in his eye. "How about we eat in like, real fucking America?"
"What do you mean Kenny Ken?"
"Like, I'm talking, you know, fucking, oily fries, injected hormone burgers, fucking - disgusting Sprite? Right, like? Type 2 diabetes on a fucking tray?"
"It sounds like you're talking about McDonald's."
"Yeah, sure whatever. Like, how about Outback? Huh? The fuck is that?" he started to chuckle a little manically with his goofy smile, it made you happy, "or like, P.F. Cheng's?"
"Well, if you want real America, we should go to a buffet!" Oh how you loved buffets. There was no rules, you could eat and eat as much as you want until you were bloated and backed up for days.
"So what like a fucking, uh, Golden Corral?"
"Jesus no," you gagged. The fuck was wrong with this man? He really needs guidance and you didn't mind being that for him. "Good heavens, no. Let's just stick to McDonald's, okay? If we were going to a buffet, I'd take you to Sweet Tomatoes."
"Well, why not? Let's go."
"We can't, cause an annoying fucking bitch named 'Covid' took her away. It wasn't just the lives of people that were lost."
"'Covid'?" Kendall asked, "I don't think that happened in Succession universe."
"What's 'Succession'?"
"I don't know. I guess I made it up. So McDonald's, then? Let's go!" He suddenly grabbed your hand and yanked you as he started running, you nearly tripped and tore your ACL. The last time you did that you busted your ass on a city bike in Miami Beach.
You two made your way to the nearest McDonald's using the directions on your new iPhone 8 Plus. You ordered your food, and unlike Texas de Brazil, at your own fucking pace. This was the only red meat you could eat and it went clean through. That oil and grease works magic!
You both had sat in the corner of the restaurant and had been deep on conversation. The ambience of McDonald's was very homey and nostalgic for you. The random beeping in the background was the best.
You were on your round 3 already, not your fault the burgers were small and didn't fill you up. You're still a growing girlie. Your favorite part were those little ketchup packets. They were so cute and small and red. It was your favorite thing that was red next to a tampon when you could afford them. Anyway dipping those skinny soggy fries in it was just the best! It was definitely your favorite activity, next to trimming your nails with scissor's, and after putting Kendall on, he agreed. You rarely shared that secret combo with anyone, so Kendall now knowing it meant that he was worth to know about the ketchup and fry crossover.
"Okay, so how about this," you took a great chomp outta your fry, "who's your problematic fave?"
"Hmm I don't know," he said, "Maybe my dad. What about yours?"
"Great answer! I think," you thought, but you really didn't need to think cause you already knew who, "Nicki."
"Khrushchev?"
"No, that's Nikita! Very close, though. I'm talking about Minaj. You know, Lewinsky. The Barbz. I don't blame you I get them confused too."
"I actually, uh, I actually really fucking like Nicki. No one else knows, but my favorite song from hers is Only, with her, Drake and Lil Wayne," he said as he munched on his own fries. It filled you with such joy to know he didn't credit the woman-beater in that sentence.
"Same! I love that song!"
"My favorite part is when Drake says, 'but I'm still staring at the titties though!'" he smiled after delivering the line. Had this been a frat bro, you would've (TW//purging) tried to voluntarily throw up your entire meal at his face because what the actual fuck was that. Your toes curled at the ick. But since it's Kendall, he always got a pass. He could kill a teenager and it'd be okay!
"Okay, what about your favorite song of ALL time?"
"Rich Girl by Gwen," he said, a little too quick. "But keep that between us, please. I put the Private Session option on my Spotify when I listen to it. It just empowers me before I make deals, you know? I just, like, blast her whole fucking discography in my huge bulky headphones. The JBL ones? Yeah, those. Her and Fergie. When I need a good like, fucking cry, I put Big Girls Don't Cry. It helps, my therapist says it's, like, a good way to let all the shit out, you know?"
"You know what you are Kendall?" you said, low but extremely flirtatious, "you're kinda cunt. Like, cunty. Like, you're Princess Diana was reincarnated." You bit your tongue like a white mom - now was a perfect time for it.
Kendall smiled softly but you knew he wanted to smile BIG. If he had rosacea like you he'd be beet fucking red. You loved seeing this loser flustered. "Well, Y/N, no. You're like, fucking my princess."
Your phone buzzed. It was a notification from Twitter. You clicked to open it and the link took you to a highlight from the debate with Hasan. It began playing loud, and thanks to Elon, the app began glitching and didn't allow you to get out of it.
"- and everything I do and say for my viewers is for the betterment of America." Hasan said.
"Well, didn't you wish for 9/11 to happen again?" said the anchor.
"Hey," Kendall placed his hand over your phone. You felt those tears well up again. "Turn it off, it's not worth it, okay? Hey, let's like - do you wanna, like, fucking hotbox or something?"
You shut your phone off. "Of course, Kendall. I'd love to hotbox with you. Let's go!"
You two left the McDonald's and Kendall was able to call his chauffeur. He told him that he needed to stand outside and wait for you and him to finish the hotboxing session in the car. The chauffeur simply said 'okay' and sat on a bench while the SUV was in park on the side of the busy New Yorkan road.
You and Kendall sat in the front seat, he pulled out his pen (the weed one) and began to take big ass, very long hits. He passed it over to you and you did the same, the smoke filling up the car and making it reek.
"So when are we going to hotbox?" you asked, voice barely hanging on from it's effects.
"Well, uh, what do you mean? We're hotboxing right now?"
You were confused. "I mean, usually when I hotbox it gets pretty smelly. Stinky maybe." He still didn't seem to understand what you were saying. He looked concerned as his eyes were swollen red and he honestly probably forgot who you were for a second.
"Huh?"
"My farts? I've been told it gives the same high. For the brief period I was homeless, before my girl Willa picked me off the streets, I got paid to hotbox cars. There's no real way of escaping it now. It's gonna come. Usually I don't eat red meat, so when I do I get pretty gassy."
He continued to look at you blankly. You were getting kinda uncomfortable for a minute as you were taking your own hits.
"Do you wanna go to the back?" he finally said, immediately regretting it. "Sorry for being, uh forward as fuck. But, like, I like walking when I'm high, I actually like going to the beach or any body of water when I'm fucked up, but -"
You put your finger to his lips, a little harder than either of you anticipated. "It's okay Kendall, you don't have to explain. Let's hit that back." You began to climb over to the backseat, accidentally flashing New York you pantiless bottom and kneeing Kendall in the face. You forgot you were wearing a business-themed skirt cause it's work appropriate, but your laced Victoria's Secret thong that you stole during your homeless era.
He climbed after you. You two sat and stared at one another for several moments, having temporary amnesia as you forgot why you went to the back in the first place.
"Y/N, can you be, like, my fucking assistant? I need help, uh, assisting."
"Oh my god, yes Kendall! That's like, my forte!" You jumped to hug him, he hugged tightly back, he then threw you on the hard leather seats and you feel his member pressed against your leg. He began kissing you, his tongue licking your lips for entrance. You let him in. Your tongues fought for dominance but you let him win. He eventually started going down on you, taking your business skirt clean off, and started kissing your labia.
"This...this is a fucking, uh, labia," he says.
You lifted your legs as he began to eat you out, his wet breath on your cooter. He held your foot up and raised himself, ready to press his member into your entrance. Your eyes were closed, ready to take the boy from Manhattan Financial District in. This is it. No Excel spreadsheet, no Texas de Brazil waiters, no Elf on the Shelf, no annoying Jordan Belfort sympathizers/incels, nothing - just you and Kendall.
Thank god for illegally tinted windows!
Hope you enjoyed!
xoxo,
~Sam St. Clair
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