#right before college!!! he was supposed to go to college and they fucking sent him away a semester before he was supposed to graduate!!!!!!

[celestie0]

childhood friends to lovers with gojo.

warnings/tags. fluff & angst, sad ending

you two were five when he kisses ur cheek on the playground underneath the slide n you both thought that counted as a first kiss. u two were attached by the hip all throughout elementary school, i mean srs, your parents would even have joint parent teacher conferences bc there was just nothing the two of you wouldn't do together.

and then middle school came around, you joined the marching band n he joined the football team. he starts acting different around you, and it hurts. bc you two were best friends. you were always supposed to be best friends. he starts hanging out w the popular kids, and you find yourself walking home alone. summer before high school, he wants to hang out again, but you tell him you deserve better than that. and you two drift apart.

it's hard starting high school without him, watching him from afar during lunch in the cafeteria. he's with his table of phonies, acting like someone he's not, and you know because you've always known him. better than anyone else. you really wanna join the cheer team, since you've done gymnastics for a long time, but you've always been too afraid to tryout for the team. this time, you do, and you get in. now all of a sudden he wants to talk to you again, now that you're popular in high school and have earned a place on the field during his games. fuck that, you say to him, you threw away what we had just because i wasn't good enough for you to have by your side. you start dating his teammate, you two are nominated for prom queen & king, and he has to watch as you kiss someone else on stage when you win. someone that should've been him. he starts dating the cheer captain, just to show it off when he comes running to her after a winning game, kissing her right in front of you but he's not looking at her, he's looking at you. to make sure you're watching. and you do the same thing to him. and the whole time you two are wondering what are we doing to one another?

summer after high school, he shows up to your doorstep one day on his skateboard. with a box full of all the letters you used to send him as a kid. you still have yours too, somewhere tucked underneath your bed. you spend the whole afternoon laughing with him as you read through them all, laying on the carpet of your living room, and you both feel like kids again. he hovers over you when he kisses you, but you're still mad at him, and to show him how mad you are, you kiss him back. it's no use, you two are going to different colleges, you'll hardly see him, but he swears he's call. he swears he'll fly to see you. he swears he'll never makes the same mistakes again, because he wants you. and only you. you kiss his cheek, and say okay.

and he does. he does everything he promises you. but the distance is too hard, and he was a little too late. you break up with him over a twenty-one character text sent while you're drunk at a house party your second semester at university, and he just doesn't understand. he'll never understand. and he never sees you again.

until you're both thirty-two, standing in line at the grocery store. he taps your shoulder, you turn around, you wonder if it's a stranger who wants a favor, and you realize he's so much more than that. he's the little boy that kissed your cheek underneath the slide when you were five. your first kiss. except it wasn't, was it? his face is long, and his cheeks have lost plush, but he looks so handsome it makes your heart skip a beat. you two are pleasant, exchanging it's been so long! and you look great! but when his eyes catch the twinkle of the wedding ring on your finger, his smile drops ever so slightly, and when he scratches his cheek to hide the sadness, you notice a band on his finger too. and he pays for your groceries, just to be kind. and you thank him for it, just to be kind. and you go your separate ways, never to speak again. but there's a box that still sits somewhere in your closet. and a similar one still sits in his too.

#sorry idk why tf this got sad all of a sudden #this was just supposed to be fluffy #lfmaooo?? #help #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo x reader angst #gojo fluff #gojo angst #jujutsu kaisen #so heavily inspired by many ts songs w this one loool

[entername322]

Like a moth to a flame

Eunbi (ex Izone) X Male Reader ft Yujin (ex Izone, IVE)

Length: 12358 words

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Life fucking sucks doesn't it? Dead father, alcoholic and abusive mom, failing grades, crippling depression, backstabbing friends, violent debt collector. Shit, is there anything going your way? Well at least you don't have drug addiction, kinda suck it took away your brother from you though. “Hey, you're okay?” You felt a tap on your shoulder waking you up from your existential crisis. “I'm fine, just….. thinking”, You look at your friend, Chan, “Yeah, life”, fucking sucks, but he doesn't need to finish that sentence. “Me and the boys are going out for a drink today. You want to come? We can cheer for your brother”, You shake your head, “Come on, drink on me”, You felt a frown forming in your face.

“Don't fucking offer me that shit”, Chan sighed, “Listen, I know you hate it, but it's an appropriate time for it. It's not a pity gesture, okay? I'm just looking out for you”, Thankfully your phone vibrated and took you away from the conversations. “Ohhh? You got another match?” Chan immediately leaned to see your phone screen notification. “It's the same match from last month, she's a piece of art I tell you that much”, A smile forms on your face as you see the mystery girl has texted you. “Come on man, I want to see”, You immediately pull away your phone, “Nuh uh, you gotta respect our privacy here”, Chan frowned at you. “Bro, the chat is already anonymous, come on, let me see”, You sighed, “One picture, that's it”, He smiled again.

You show him a picture the girl has sent you, a picture of her tits. “Bro, how the fuck do you keep getting those milfs. Be honest with me, do you know the admins?” You just shrugged, “Life, uhhh, equalise things”, No family, no money, no academic achievement, but hey at least you keep getting some nice hook ups here and there. “Yeah, such a nice gesture from the universe. Come on, are you going for a drink or not?” You think for a second, your boys or a sexy mysterious milf? “I'll pass for tonight”, Chan grinned at your shamelessness. “I'll remember this, you picked Joe's before bros”, He yelled at you as you walked away. 

PurpleBunny: I did it.

You raised your eyebrow, intrigued.

PorkCrackling: Show me, you know I need proof for this type of stuff.

You waited for a few minutes before she sent you a picture. It was a picture of her spread ass cheeks with a butplug in her asshole.

PorkCrackling: That's boring, where's the picture of you wearing it at work

PurpleBunny: How am I supposed to take that picture?

PorkCrackling: Well, you said you work in a private office. So pull down your pants, or pull up your skirt, and show me this picture while you're wearing your office uniform.

PurpleBunny: No way, that's easily tracked back to me.

PorkCrackling: I know you're right, and I hate it. So I'll just take your word for it.

PurpleBunny: Thank you master.

PorkCrackling: How does it feel working with that in your ass?

PurpleBunny: It felt weird, and exciting.

PorkCrackling: Does anyone notice any different behaviour from you?

PurpleBunny: None, I hide it very well.

PorkCrackling: Good girl, should we move to the next step?

PurpleBunny: Yes please, I'm so excited.

PorkCrackling: Which one should we start first? Your anal training? Or your voyeurism?

PurpleBunny: Do I have to do voyeurism? Can I just do anal?

PorkCrackling: Hey, you said it yourself sweetie, you like it when people look at you.

PurpleBunny: I mean yeah, but I don't want to do it at my work. It's too risky.

PorkCrackling: Why is that?

You waited for her answer while looking at the picture she just sent you. Goddamn she has a nice ass, her body is a full package, it makes you wonder how she looks. 

PurpleBunny: I work at a university.

PorkCrackling: Oh? A professor?

PurpleBunny: Yeah, you could say that.

PorkCrackling: So, on a daily basis you are being watched by a bunch of thirsty college boys? Must be a fun job huh?

PurpleBunny: Sometimes, it's too much, but yeah I like it when they check me out, although it felt so wrong.

PorkCrackling: Such a slut, fine then, let's do your anal training first. Let's do some simple things first. Buy a lube, use the dildo you bought last week. Send me a video of you using that in your ass.

PurpleBunny: Okay master, I'll get to it as soon as possible 💜💜💜

PorkCrackling: Good girl

PurpleBunny: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

You laughed seeing her texts, how come someone at her age, probably 20-30s judging from her flawless skin, could be so immature. Why is she even asking this type of thing from you? The website you used is some anonymous hookup website used by a bunch of sex addicts. Yes, Chan is right, you do know one of the admins, he gave you an account to use there. You've had some encounters with a bunch of girls already, a single mother desperate for some relief, a soon to be married woman asking for some advice, a college chick who gave you a surprise threesome with her roommate. It's all fun and games, yet this one really doesn't want to reveal her identity, not even a name. She started texting you as if she's in a confessional booth for satan where she keeps talking about her sexual fantasies.

It was boring honestly, you use the website for a hookup, not kinky chat. Then she sends a picture of her tits, so you can't really pass up such an enticing meal can't you? Maybe, if you keep corrupting her you can eventually convince her to meet up. Your phone vibrates again, checking the notifications, you see that the mystery lady has sent you a video of her masturbating while moaning “master” a few times. “Fucking hell, just give up and hook up with me already”, It's a good video, a decent material for, relaxation.

The next day, you reluctantly went to school, checking on your mom before you leave is a bad idea, “You should've fucking die with your brother. Fucking useless meatbag”, Always pleasant to hear from her. Highschool sucks, the worst part is you know it wasn’t that bad, you just want to make it harder for yourself. “You're 2 hours late to school”, Your homeroom teacher yells at you. “It's history and geography, I'm not sitting in class to hear all that boring stuff”, You can clearly see his frustration. “Listen, I know your bother-” Your hand immediately slammed the table out of instinct, “Don't try to use that on me. If you say he's disappointed in me then you better zip it up”, He sighed and just shook his head.

“You have a future, you know that? It might seem bleak but there's still hope in it, and I hate that you're throwing it all away. I can't say that I know what you're feeling, but I know anger, I know all that pent up rage is eating you from the inside. I know it's hard for me to ask you to change, but can I ask you to try?” Father figures, that's what a rebellious kid like you needed, “How?” Thankfully you're smart enough to know it. “Talk to our counsellors, let's start with that”, That could work, maybe talking to some professional help is better than talking to some random strangers on the internet. “Fine, but I'm not going to detention”, It was a good offer, “Stop whining, go to the detention room”, It was not convincing enough. 

You reluctantly left to the detention class, it's always nice when the school rewards you for skipping class by making you skip more classes. Once you get there you see your school pals, Yujin, “What are you doing here?” She smiled the moment she saw you, “I forgot to set the alarm and woke up late, you?” You sat down next to her, “Ahhh you know, making fun of Miss Chaeyeon’s divorce”, Yujin is your friend alright, but that's because she actually spent a lot of time with you at the detention room. She's less self aware about her situation in life. “Sit down and shut up, you two know the rule already”, Your detention teacher, Miss Taeyeon walks in and glared at the two of you.

The detention was fine, boring most of the time, it was unlucky since Miss Taeyeon was the one who got the shift so you can't really do much with Yujin. The lunch came around, just like usual you went to a secluded place near the football field to have some peaceful lunch. This school, it's quite prestigious which means the grade and academic achievement are pretty important here. You, being an idiot rebel, are an outcast. Your only friend, Yujin, is actually pretty popular. She's not an idiot like you, she's actually doing fine with her grades, she's just a sociopath who hates every teacher in the school. 

Thankfully you didn't really have to spend your lunch alone, well you do physically, but mentally you're being accompanied by none other than PurpleBunny. It seems she is having a boring day at work and decided to chat with you. It's a nice conversation, although she doesn't want to reveal a single information about her identity she seems to like talking about her feelings and desires. Just as you expected, she is a very uptight woman at work, her life is seemingly perfect, her childhood sounds joyful and peaceful. It's very enviable really, it really made you want to corrupt her even further. Hey, if she's rich you can try to extort her for money, sure your admin friend is gonna hire a hitman on your ass but it's worth it right?

In the end, you just ask her for some pictures to entertain you, it's always nice to see boobs. “Pervert”, It's not nice when someone notices you staring at them, “What are you doing here?” Yujin doesn't answer your question and just looks back at the picture on your phone. “What kind of pervert watches porn in the middle of school?” She sat down next to you. “I'm not watching porn, I'm just, learning biology”, She rolled her eyes at your witty attempt, “Heard about your brother by the way, hope you're doing alright”, Yujin leaned at the wall as she looked to the sky. “Yeah, that's just life you know”, The two of you stay silent for a while, just enjoying the sun.

“So who's tits are those? They're massive”, Right, despite being your pals, you and Yujin aren't exactly close pals. “Some random girl I match up with, no it's not Tinder, it's a website similar to that but it's dedicated solely for hooking up”, Yujin raised her eyebrow. “Ohhh? Here I thought you are too scared with that kind of stuff”, Yujin scoffed at you. “Why on earth would you think that way?” Well, you actually have a clue on why, “Because you never made a move on me dude. I thought you were gay or something”, You slapped her for that. 

“I didn't make a move, because you're not my type”, You said blatantly staring at her chest, “Heeh, it's bigger than their look you know”, Yujin proudly groped her own breast. “Are they this big?” You opened your phone again, “Hell no, do I look like a cow to you?” You wish she was. “What? What's with that look? I have other assets to flaunt”, Yujin suddenly stood up in front of you before turning around. “Well, it looks very nice”, You laughed seeing her bent down and show you her ass, it’s an invitation, or a dare. Of course, you took it, both of your hands immediately grabbed her ass and squeezed it, “Very firm too”, You even slapped it before letting go. “See? Ass over boobs. Women are born with their boobs size, but they can train their ass. Judging a girl by their boobs size is like a girl judging a guy by their height”, Yujin turned back around and flicked your nose. “Just because I'm short doesn't mean you can use it for your argument”, Yujin shrugged before pulling you up.

“Come with me after school, my house is empty today”, You should be a little scared or at least cautious of how eager she is, “I have a meeting with the school counsellor after class, so send me your address and I'll ‘visit’ you later”, You're actually scared? Fucking pussy. “Lame, fine, but the longer you keep me waiting the higher my expectations will be”, Yujin check your body out for a second. “Fuck it”, She said under her breath before pushing you to the wall and make out with you. Her hand seemingly enjoys your abs and her tongue is aggressively intruding your mouth. The heated make out ends quite quickly however, Yujin just pulls back as abruptly as how she initiated the kiss.

“You're good”, She licked her lips like a hungry predator, “You're down bad, next class is starting and I'm not going to get another lecture for skipping it so let's move”, Yujin frowned but she walked with you anyway. The two of you separate ways to your respective classes, and thus a boring time falls upon you. As the school ends your homeroom teacher immediately picks you up from your own class to make sure you didn't try to run. “Do you know who our counsellor is?” That's a good question, “No”, Like why would you know that? You barely remember the school's name.

“It's Miss Kwon, our principal, so you better behave because even I can't protect you from her”, Here's a better question actually, why is he so adamant on helping you? “Ahhh you're here, please follow me”, The question can wait, there's a smoking hot lady talking to you. “Who are you?” You felt a sharp pain from your hand due to your homeroom teacher's slap, what is his name anyway? “It’s okay Minho, you can call me Miss Eunbi if you like, your teacher said you'll be having a talk with me”, Hmmmm, she's very hot, how come you never notice her existence in the school. “Nice to meet you ma'am”, Your homeroom teacher slapped his head, “I'm sorry ma'am, he's…… different”, Eunbi just smiled at him before turning her attention back to you. “Well, let's not waste time, please follow me young man”

Eunbi led you to her office, “Please have a seat, make yourself comfortable”, She pointed at the couch, you took her advice and just lay on it. “Okay, so……this is a therapy session?” Eunbi smiled hearing your question before sitting on the couch near yours. “Well, I do have the licence for it, would you like to have one right now? If you do then I'll have to do some paperwork for legal reasons”, A therapy session with this hot chick will be fun. “Is it free?” She laughed at your question, making you frown. “Oh sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you. Yes it's free, I do some therapy sessions with some of the students here as well”, Is that legal? Or ethical? Isn't there some conflict of interest since she's also your principal? Ahhhhh, don't think about it too much.

“Sure, why not”, Eunbi smiled and took out some paper, then she started saying some stuff about the privacy of the session and you know, all those formalities she had to say in order to start the therapy session. “So, where should we start?” Where should you start actually? “My brother died but too long ago”, Eunbi nods her head,  “I've heard, I'm sorry for your loss”, It's either she cares or she's good at acting like she cares because her tone sounds genuine. “I've seen this coming from long ago, it sucks but it's not like I wasn't prepared for it”, How cold, don't you love your brother? “Really? What makes you say that?” Eunbi starts writing her notes. “Because he's a fucking crack addict. He's gonna die either because he took too much or because he tried to steal some crack from his supplier”, Eunbi seems surprised with this information.

“Oh my god I'm so sorry, I didn't know”, There's a hint of guilt and concern in her tone, “Yeah well, like I said, I'm not too bummed out about it”, Eunbi continued scribbling on her notes. “Well, how is your relationship with your brother?” It was a nice session, you don't really have friends who you feel comfortable sharing stuff with, so having someone to talk to like this makes you feel, delighted. Throughout the session you made some not so subtle attempt at checking her out. She's kinda hot, nice body proportions, beautiful face, flawless skin. In fact, being a pervert who likes to undress women with your eyes, you can quickly tell, her body is very similar to PurpleBunny. The baggy and thick sweater she wore made her cup size questionable.

“I guess there's where we will end our session”, She either doesn't realise it or she doesn't care, and if the latter then the chances of her being PurpleBunny would rise significantly. “It's a weird feeling”, She raised her eyebrow hearing you, “Why is that?” If she leans a little closer you might be able to glance down her cleavage. “Nothing, it's the first time I tried this and I didn't know what I expected”, Eunbi smiled at you reassuringly. “Well, I will say it's been a very successful first meeting for us. Would you like to have another soon?” Being close with her can help you itch your curiosity, so you set up another meeting on Friday.

After she lets you go, you immediately check your phone and see Yujin has sent you her address. “What a slut”, She also sent nude pictures asking you to come faster. Although you're very excited to release some stress, your mind was distracted with a text from your anonymous milf.

PurpleBunny: I have the lube, I will send you the video tonight 😘

PorkCrackling: Send me some pics

PurpleBunny: I can't, I'm still at work, I'll send some later master 😉

You walk to Yujin's place, and just as you expected, she's a fucking rich girl. You knock on the door and a housemaid greets you, she leads you through the mansion and leaves you in front of the bedroom door. Walking in you see Yujin is sitting on her bed, her eyes immediately give you some stingy looks, “Fucking hell, what took you so long?” She said before she started undressing. “I was having a deep emotional talk with Miss Eunbi. She's kinda fucking hot you know? I didn't know we had a sexy milf for a principal”, Yujin rolled her eyes. “She's a fucking whore, you know she likes to flaunt her tits to the school? Bet she got turned on being checked on by boys half her age”, That sounds familiar, although you can't really trust Yujin’s judgement regarding older people, teachers specially.

“Stop looking at me like that and just come here on the bed already, or….. are you scared?” Yujin, already fully naked, is laying on the bed, while you're just judging her silently. “Come on now, turn around, I want to see your ass more than your face”, She clicked her tongue before going on all four facing away from you. “You’re stalling too much dumbass, hurry up before- ahhhhh,”, Yujin didn't get to finish her words as your hand started to rub her pussy. “So fucking wet already? Were you thinking about me this whole time?” You leaned in and whispered in her ears. “You think I'm into dirty talk?” It's always fun playing with a brat doesn't it?

“Fuck, what was that for?” Yujin moaned as she felt a sharp pain on her ass cheek, “You have a nice ass you know? Very tempting to spank”, You raised your hand and spanked her again, “Fuck stop that”, Yujin growled. “Why? You don't like being the sub here?” You spanked her again making her body shivers, “Fuck you”, Yujin moaned as she felt your finger starts to penetrate her. “Goddamn, you have such a nice ass”, You spank her again, but this time you grabbed it and squeezed it hard, “Is that all you can do? Foreplay and dirty talk? What a……. Fuckkkkk”, She can't finish her sentences as you start using your mouth to tease her asshole.

“God, fucking, shit, since when are you, ahhhhhhh…… fuck, since when are you so good”, Yujin, despite her demeanour, is not exactly experienced in this type of stuff. Her previous experiences was mostly with guys whose too scared and intimidated by her so they fuck up a lot. Not you though, you love seeing her like this, hearing the bitchy girl struggle to say anything else other than moans bring a sense of accomplishments inside you. “Goddamnit just fuck me already”, Yujin moaned, “Say please”, You laughed, Yujin clicked her tongue, clearly not enjoying the teasing you had with her. “Fine, can you please for the love of god just give me your cock”, You can barely contain your laughter hearing how goofy it sounds.

Standing up, you immediately lose your outfit, “You got some pills right?” Yujin nodded while she pressed her ass to your erect cock. “Holy fuck”, She moaned before turning around, her eyes locked with your dick. “How is that thing real?” Good is fair after all, he gave you a broken family and an abusive mom, but at least you got a big cock, and plenty of opportunities to use it. “Hehehe, is this your first time?” Yujin frowned upon hearing your question, “You think I'm a virgin? Haaa, unlike you I have guys lining- Haaaaaa”, You suddenly plunge your cock deep and shut her up, “Fuck, you felt like a virgin”, Her walls are so tight you can barely fit half of your cock in.

“Hhhnnnggg, thanksss”, Yujin moaned as her leg started to quiver, “Are you cumming already?” You spanked her ass making her tighten her pussy even more. “Stop…… talking, and….. start moving”, Yujin struggle to stop herself from moaning, “You sure?” This time she start silent for a second. She calms her breathing down for a second before nodding. There's a problem through, she didn't expect you still have more to shove in her so when you start pushing deeper Yujin let out a pained moan, “Fuck, there's more?” She grunted, your hand reached out and caressed her head. “Calm down princess, just relax for a second”, You can feel her pussy tightening again the moment you call her princess. “Ahhhhh, take it slow please”, She said meekly.

You smile feeling victorious, then you start moving slowly, a cacophony of moans keeps pouring out of Yujin's mouth. Once your hips finally meet with hers, Yujin can't contain her orgasm and just starts cumming all over her bed, soaking your thighs. “God, you're even worse than a virgin. I know you've always had a stick up your ass, guess it's just pent up stress isn't it?” You bite her ears as her body starts shaking. “Just fucking shut up already”, She groaned, you raised your hand and just spank her again, this made Yujin let out a protest moan but she doesn't say anything else.

Slowly you start moving, gently pulling back and thrusting forward. Yuji puts her head down as she struggles to make any coherent sound. For a while there were no words exchanged between the two of you, only moans and grunts. Thankfully Yujin doesn't take too long in order to get used to your size. Quite quickly you pick up your pace and start pounding her. No words have been said yet, only moans after moans followed by the sounds of flesh slapping against each other. “Fuck, I'm cumming”, Yujin finally broke the silence as another wave of ecstasy washes over her. 

“Are you asking for permission?” You tease her, Yujin glanced back at you with anger. Her looks don't last long as she immediately starts quivering. As the second orgasm passes you can feel her body relaxed even further, making it easy for you to pound her even faster. Watching her ass jiggle every time your hips slam into it has caused your hand to move by itself and spanking her occasionally. Every time your palm delivers a powerful slap her mouth let out a moan and you can feel her pussy tightening around you. 

Yujin is slowly losing her mind, she can't even hold herself up as your hand wrapping around her hips is the only thing stopping her from laying flat on the bed. The pounding you gave her only got more aggressive seeing how limp she has become. “Tired princess?” Yujin hates to admit it, but when you call her princess there's this little funny feeling growing in her stomach. She hates it, and she hates how you notice those little feelings. With great determination she pushes her body up, with every last ounce of her strength she moves her hips to match yours, trying to show you she isn't some spoiled princess who can't do anything. 

Her struggle is kinda cute for you, out of decency you slow down your pace just enough so she can follow your rhythm. Yujin feels her body is on fire, beads of sweat start dripping down her forehead, pooling down on her pillow that's already stained due to her drooling. “Are you close?” She tried to sound tough, yet those words ended up sounding like a desperate whimper which painted her true feelings. “Maybe? I'll cum sooner if you beg for it”, You grinned seeing Yujin helpless body struggling to continue. “Pleaseeeee, cum inside me, I'm getting close too, if you keep going I might pass out”, She managed to say those words although not having to face you directly greatly helps. 

“Come on, one more time”, You leaned forward and kissed her ear, “Fuck, please cum inside me already, fill me up with your thick, warm cum. I need it, please”, Now she actually sounds like a spoiled princess. It works, you can feel your balls tightening ready to shoot your sperm and paints her inside, “Fuck, I'm cumming Yujin”, Yujin was struggling to not pass out, yet the second she felt a sudden warmth feeling up her inside her body went to overdrive as she had her third orgasm. You emptied your load deep inside her as Yujin dropped her head to her pillow and let out a muffled groan. 

As you finished filling her up your body slumped down next to her, you were too excited to notice how tiring that sex was. Yujin was glancing at you, there's disdain in her eyes yet she looks so cute that you can't stop yourself from caressing her head. “I always knew you were a princess”, Yujin headbutted you, “Don't you ever call me that again”, It was meant to hurt you, thankfully she didn't break your nose or something like that. “You like it when I call you that, just admit it”, You decided to test your fate by spanking her ass. “I will kill you”, You tested your fate again by laughing at her threat. “This is fun Yujin, we should do this more”, Your hand can't help but caress and massage her butt, “I hate you”, God she's so cute.

“Well, I like you”, You leaned in and kissed her, Yujin felt her body freeze the moment you kissed her. A torrent of emotions flooded her, cracking the wall of her ego. Her hands tried to push you away but she's too weak to do anything, so you grabbed her and pulled her on top of you. Your hand happily playing with her ass while your tongue is fighting for dominance against hers. Being in your arms, having you play with her body because you knew she can't do anything, it really pisses Yujin off. Yet the feeling of being dominated like this is really good. You haven't broken her wall down, but there's enough crack there for you to slither in the future.

As the kiss ended Yujin gasped for air, her body trembling out of ‘rage’ or so she labels, truthfully she felt so excited from your actions. “We should roll together”, Yujin frowned but she can't bring herself to reject that invitation. “I'll do it, only if you treat me like an equal. You're not the Dom in this relationship but you're too proud to admit it. So let's just be an equal”, She's projecting a lot, “Whatever you want princess”, She frowned at you. “And don't call me that”, Perhaps she will soon realise her frowning face is a cute invitation for you to kiss her. “Fuck you can't just kiss me every time you want to shut me-”, You kissed her again. She pulls away and tries to protest but you grab her and kiss her again. This goes on for a while until she finally relent and let you make out with her.

In the end Yujin just lay on her bed, facing away from you but eagerly pushed her body on to yours as you cuddled her from behind. “Is your parents gonna kill me if I stay any longer?” Hopefully her parents are as ignorant about her sex life as your mom is to you. “They're not home, they never do”, For a moment you heard a fragile little girl crying for help, an opportunity to grab her by the neck and make her your toy. “Do you want me to stay the night?” You can try to tease her by kissing her shoulder but maybe that would make her kick you out. Yujin doesn't say anything, she just silently closes her eyes and tries to get some rest. 

The two of you fell asleep until late at night, at that point you felt kinda hungry, “No, go out and find your own food”, Yujin wants this to be casual. Having dinner together at her house is not casual, that's romantic, and she's too scared to start that, even if her heart really wants to. “Well then, see you later princess”, Yujin frowned again, it's less out of anger and more of annoyance, she then pushed you away from her bed before getting dressed. 

“Yo, where you at”, It's midnight, so there's not many places you can dine in, of course your dumbass group of misfits always wakes up late and explores the city. “We’re eating ramen, come”, Chan said with his mouth full of food, “Bet”, It's a cold and lonely night, the type you love the most. During your walk you check your phone and see PurpleBunny is looking for you. You send her some message saying you're busy with some stuff right now. After chatting with her for a while you know she never wakes up this late, she's a ‘professor’ after all. The night passes by uneventfully, your friends are a bunch of college kids and unemployed bastards so they tend to wake up till morning. 

“Fuck so you're gonna introduce her to us or what?” Chan said, you've told your friend about Yujin before, they seem to think you have some romantic attraction towards her. Although it's understandable where that thought came from, it still rubs you the wrong way. “I think she's gonna bring too much chaos to this”, That's a terrible excuse, your group is the most chaotic shit you've ever been a part of. “Alright kiddo, if you're too shy you just say it next time”, You didn't bother entertaining them further and just had your dinner.

Coming back home, you find your mom passed out on the couch. It's an everyday sight for you at this point, and it pisses you a lot. You remember how grand Yujin's house is, and now coming back to this dumpster of a ‘home’ made you curse the world for making you born into this ‘family’. “Haaa, fuck it”, There's no point mourning over things you can't change, you left your mom in the couch, bathed in alcohol and her own vomit to get some rest for the night.

The next day, school goes by like usual, nothing changed, except for Yujin's demeanour around you. “Jesus, can you not breathe so loud? You're fucking annoying you know that?” It causes some of her friends to distance themselves from the two of you. “You're so cute when you're being shy like this”, Yujin blushes for a second before she starts slapping you, “Don't. You. Fucking. Call. Me. That. Again”, Every word laced with pure anger. “Come on princess, I'm not you, I don't have a hidden masochist kink inside me”, Your laugh only made her enraged even more. The ‘assault’ was so bad a teacher had to step in and pull her off.

You find this whole thing to be amusing, Yujin being too enraged to say something to ease the situation makes the teacher think you two are having a genuine fight. “Alright that's it, you two come with me to the teacher's office”, Of course the lovely Miss Taeyeon decides to take this whole comical situation seriously. As you and Yujin walk together you see her glaring at you, “Since when are you so sensitive with words? I thought you always said don't throw any punches if you can't take them”, Pointing out her little hypocrisy almost made her lose her mind. “I'll fucking ruin you”, And just like that you got an invitation to her house again, she's so easy to play with. 

Taeyeon brought the two of you to her office, she sat you down in front of her before opening her laptop. “I've had it with you two, why can't you spend one day, just one day without causing any trouble”, Taeyeon shakes her head, for a while the room went silent with nothing but the sounds of her typing on her keyboard. “Explain yourself, Yujin you started this, what happened?” Taeyeon glares at Yujin who just scoffed, “It's not important”, Taeyeon knows there's pretty much all she can get from Yujin so she turns to you. “It was a friendly scuffle, I don't know why everyone suddenly got so worked up”, She looked at you coldly, “Whatever it was, fights are not acceptable in this school. So either you two do a better job at convincing me that it's not a fight or I'll suspend both of you”, You can't say no to some free vacation…… and it seems neither does Yujin.

“I….. really can't with the two of you right now”, Taeyeon rubbed her forehead out of frustration seeing that you and Yujin stayed quiet. “It's personal okay? But I promise you it was not a fight, we were just…..”, You glanced at Yujin who’s ready to maul you, “Joking”, Your return her glare with a smile. “Don't tell me it's a couple's quarrel”, Yujin frowned hearing Taeyeon's words, “Well, not a ‘couple’ just yet so-”, You can't really finish your words because Yujin suddenly slapped your head. “Jesus fucking Christ, the two trouble kids are dating now”, You can hear the frustration grow even more within Taeyeon's voice. “We are not dating”, Yujin stomps her leg to the girls before rudely leaving the room.

Left alone with Taeyeon, you gave her a shrug, “She's kinda shy about it”, Taeyeon shakes her head. “I'll let you off this once, I saw everything and you don't seem to fight back. But for the love of god do not bring your lover’s problem to school”, You nod completely uninterested in her words. “Are you gonna send me home now?” Taeyeon glared at you, “No, go back to class, and after school you will report back to me for another detention”, Well fuck, there goes your plan for the day….. Do you have plans for the day? Anyway, the school went by uneventfully after that, Yujin was nowhere to be seen and you heard she just decided to go home.

Let's move the other person who is having an eventful day, Eunbi. She recognises that this is probably a bad idea, but after yesterday she decided to check on your family situation. She was prepared for the worst, yet when she arrived at your house she realised it was worse than what she expected. You live in the ‘slums’, the place was so bad she felt someone might just kidnap her right there and then. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Thankfully she went with your over caring homeroom teacher, Mister Minho. “I think, I need to at least see for myself how bad it was”, He nodded and knocked on your front door.

There was no answer for a while so he knocked again, and no answer again, so he knocked again and this time the two of them heard a shout from the inside. “Fuck off”, The two exchanged a glance, “Good morning ma'am, we're from your son’s school, can we talk for a moment”, There wasn't any answer but they could hear a bunch of noise from the inside. The door finally opened, the first thing they noticed was the sickening smell of vomit and alcohol, then they saw your mom who looked like she just got out of a trash can. “Who the fuck are you two fancy pants”, Eunbi put on a friendly smile, “Good morning ma'am, sorry to bother you, this is Minho, your son's homeroom teacher and I am Eunbi, the school's principal. Can we talk for a moment?” Your mom looks at her two uninvited guests, “You can talk from here”, Honestly, from the little glimpse they get from the outside, they prefer to not walk inside as well. 

“Well it's about your son, yesterday he had skipped some morning classes…..” Minho starts talking about what you did yesterday, then Eunbi follows up about the therapy session she had with you. Eunbi hides everything about the talk but still talks about how you seem to be pretty shaken by your brother's death, although you never admit it. Throughout the talk they notice how uninterested your mom is, she even walks inside at one point and starts drinking some liquor from a half empty bottle. “So? What does this have to do with me?” Your mom said as they finished their stories, “Well, as his councillor I would like to ask, how has he acted around the house? Especially after your oldest son's death”, Eunbi felt like this is a stupid question, “I don't fucking know”, And she stands corrected. “Listen you fucking retards, I don't give a shit about him, so don't fucking come here and waste my time. Fucking comeback if he got expelled or if he died”, She spit on their feet before slamming the door in front of them.

The two stand there silently for a while, “This is disturbing”, Eunbi nods at Minho's words, this is problematic. “This is, worse than what I expected, far worse”, How can she help you with therapy when you're living in this shithole with that ignorant mother of yours. “Should we call the authorities or something?” Eunbi shakes her head, reluctantly, “Unfortunately he's already 18 so the authorities can't do much as he's no longer considered a child. Besides, I think I need to talk to him again to make sure he doesn't find what we're doing here to be, intruding and overbearing”, Minho sighed, why does he care so much about you anyway? “Yeah, let's go back to school”

Eunbi gets back to her office and stresses out over you, she felt, helpless. There's just this thing about you that evokes pity inside her, something that she has understood would make you angry. Unfortunately she can't help you that much, so for now she just prepares a few questions and notes for your next session. Eunbi took a look at her phone to find her chatting with PorkCrackling, it was a little disappointing that he didn't answer her last night, after all she was so excited to show him her experiment last night. Eunbi's mind floated off to last night when she finally tried anal. The weird yet enjoyable feelings of her asshole being intruded by the massive dildo she had bought weeks prior was intoxicating. 

She reads back your chats with her, at first it was a little awkward as she started using the website not to find hookups, but a release for her sexual fantasies. Thankfully PorkCrackling seems to find it fun and just goes along the ride. The first thing they did was some sexting, which was super hot for her. Then it starts to grow apparent how dominant the guy really is which made her even more turned on. The two of them quickly find their dynamics, he becomes the master and she becomes the kinky slave. When he first asked for a picture she was reluctant, but her excitement overcame her and so she sent a picture of her boobs. From there it only went downhill, deeper into the abyss of depravity and lust. 

It felt arousing, sending pictures like that to him, his compliments and comments about how her pics are a perfect jerk off material made her happy. Even though Eunbi is used to being checked out, just the feeling of sending her private pictures to a total stranger really excites her. Every time she sends him a picture he always replies back with some very dirty messages about all the things he wants to do to her. Slowly her guard is crumbling down, the idea of meeting this mysterious man becomes more and more appealing by the day. As she scrolls down her text she notices that he never really sends any pictures of himself. She never really minds it, after all how could a good slave ask anything from her master. However since the idea of meeting him in person has become a plausible next step of their relationship, Eunbi can't help but feel curious on what to expect. Would he be able to live up the expectations she has set in her mind? Or would he falter and ruin the dream image she has made up? Shaking her head, Eunbi felt determined to ask him for one, even if he wasn't really that impressive, just the conversation alone is fun for her.

As you are busy trying to sneakily play with your phone in the middle of class you find a text from your obedient slave. It was a cute and anxious chat asking for a picture from you as a change. Fuck it just whip out your dick and send it to her? Although, if she is really Eunbi, wouldn't she notice the uniform you're wearing? It would be fun wouldn't it, would she freak out? Would she get consumed by her depravity and get turned on by the idea of having this relationship with her own student?

You're too curious to pass up on such an opportunity, so you quickly went to the bathroom and sent her a text, asking for a picture to get you hard. Eunbi panicked for a second seeing your text, after all she's still not sure of taking a picture in the middle of her office during work time. Thankfully she took quite a lot of them last night when she was experimenting, so she sends all of them to you. Those pictures are enough to make you feel somewhat regretful that you spend the night cuddling with Yujin instead of just sexting. “Goddamnit, now I'm actually hard”, Jerking off in the school bathroom sounds like a bad idea, but fuck it why not. 

First you set up the stage, take off your uniform to make sure you didn't ruin them, get in a comfortable position, then you start masturbating. You took a few pictures of your cock, and even sent a video of your ejaculation. Carefully making sure that it doesn't show more than just a glimpse or a little part of your uniform. After you clean up you carefully check the video and pictures before sending it to her and go back to your class as if nothing happened. The moment Eunbi checked them she became mesmerised. No wonder you asked her to get a big dildo, you've been preparing her to take your full length. You weren't being subtle about wanting to meet up with her eventually, it was pretty obvious by your text. Yet the idea of her being corrupted to be your actual sex slave was so hot. All this time you weren't just helping her with her fantasies, you were also preparing her to be a prefect fuck you for you.

Her mind is fogged by arousal, it distracts her from most of her work to the point that she has to leave early and spend the day just masturbating to your cock. That's it, she can't prolong the meeting any longer, she wants you deep inside her, she wants that ‘thing’ to split her apart and ruin her inside. You never really say anything about your identity, Eunbi only knows you're busy during the day with stuff and she doesn't pry into it. Thankfully she spent so long just masturbating that once she's done it's already dark outside, which means you're free.

PurpleBunny: You convince me, let's meet up master.

PorkCrackling: Ohhhh? So eager? I should've send you some pictures from the start if I know it was that easy

PurpleBunny: Maybe you should've master, your cock, is gorgeous

PorkCrackling: Huh, first time I ever heard someone describe it as that. 

PurpleBunny: 😚

PorkCrackling: Come on, first show me the videos, those pictures are hot but I want to see you pleasuring yourself with that dildo.

Eunbi then sends the video, it was super scuffed, after all she's trying really hard not to show her face. However, it's also one of the hottest videos you've ever watched.

PorkCrackling: Good girl, but the cinematography is wack, maybe next time you can show yourself? After all, we're meeting up soon.

PurpleBunny: Maybe next time 😉

PorkCrackling: When do you want to meet?

PurpleBunny: Well, tomorrow I have some meetings after work so Saturday is fine.

PorkCrackling: So the meeting, are we talking about getting to know each other meet up or just, straight up sex?

PurpleBunny: I want to have a little talk first before we go back to my place.

PorkCrackling: Oh? A date? Sounds like a pretty big switch up after your ‘full anonymous’ policy.

PurpleBunny: I'm just a little on edge, I need some relief.

PorkCrackling: So desperate, I'll do it if you go to work without underwear tomorrow. 

PurpleBunny: Do I have to?

PorkCrackling: Go without underwear, send a few pictures for me tomorrow throughout the day.

PurpleBunny: Okay fine, I'll see you Saturday master 💜💜💜

Seeing her accepting the command made you happy, now you just need to wait for tomorrow when you can match her outfits. However your happiness is short-lived as you come home and find your dead beat of a mother puking in your living room. It's not just the stench but the fact that she never cleaned it made you feel icky. This whole house is now just a ground zero for the next plague that would wipe half of the world population. “You, fucking useless bastard”, It's a rare occasion that she acknowledged your existence, something must've happened while you were gone. “Your fucking retarded teachers fucking come here and ruin my fucking day”, A day she spent productively surely. Although, who came to your house earlier today? And why? Is it your new therapist? Is it your new father figure? “Not my fucking fault”, You left her in the living room as she continue cursing you. The next day, need to come sooner.

“Fuck I feel like such a slut”, The idea of going to work without underwear really does feel hot, so even though Eunbi doesn't like it, her lust side just won her over. She tried to wear some baggy sweater to hide her jugs yet it turns out to be a bad idea since her sweater just rubs against her nipple making her body feel hot. The sweater is very thick so her erect nipple doesn't show through it, but it also means she can't concentrate at all due to the never ending stimulation. Just as promised, she sent a few video and pictures showing you that she is following your command. 

Unfortunately you can't check them due to a very pissed off girl. “I hate you so much”, Yujin has dragged you out to the rooftop at lunch to dump all her anger towards you. “Really? So you didn't miss me at all after ghosting me yesterday?” You smiled at her, Yujin grabbed your collar before pushing you to the wall, she's taller than you, well you're pretty short so almost everyone is taller than you. “Fuck you”, It seems one day has made her forgot how dangerous you are, the moment she lock you to the wall you just leaned in and kissed her. The kiss really hit her at the right spot, so despite her hatred Yujin can't help but lower her hand. You did a quick spin and pressed her to the wall this time, your hand slipped inside her shirt and your finger rubbed her nipples through her sports bra. “Fuck, you're such a dick”, She moaned feeling your hand playing with her tits. “Come on Yujin, stop being so edgy all the time, you like me, just admit it”, She looked at you frowning, less angry to you but towards her slow acceptance towards her feelings. 

“You said I ghost you? You didn't even bother contacting me after school”, And yes, she's also angry that you ghost her, and she's angry that she felt angry for being ghosted. She has a lot of issues. “I was busy, okay? Sorry, are you free tonight?” You cupped her face in your hand. “Tonight? Meet me after school”, Yujin is trying not to blush but the warmth she feels on her cheeks is making it hard. “I need to do something first, besides I have a therapy session with Miss Eunbi today”, Yujin frowned before slowly nodding, “Now are you gonna fuck me here or what?” You laughed and shook your head, “No, the teacher gonna kill us, besides I'm hungry”, You let go of her, “I'm not eating with you”, Yujin stomps her feet before storming away.

Thankfully she left you alone for the whole day, letting you check the pictures PurpleBunny has sent you. Excitement flows throughout your body, and you quickly make your way to Eunbi's office. Your heart is beating erratically, take a deep breath, calm down for a second. “Yes?” Eunbi said as she heard someone knock on her door, she opened the door to find you, with your usual distant and bored look. “Oh, good afternoon sweetie, what brings you here?” You flinched hearing her call you, “Am I having a therapy session after class?” Your eyes travel around her body, same sweater, in fact with one of the videos providing a little view of the background you easily match it with the bookshelves she had in her office. 

“Of course, I'll see you after class okay?” Eunbi smiles, then she notices a sudden change in your gaze, some weird sensation washes over her body as if something is telling her to run. “Okay, I'll see you after class ma'am”, A smile forms on your face before you walk away, trying your best to hide your excitement. PurpleBunny is Eunbi, your own fucking principal, holy fuck isn't it exciting? All this time you thought she had hidden her face because she was ugly or something, but no, it was really just for her identity. Fuck she also lied about being a professor, of course she did, it sounds so much worse if a principal said that she got turned on by her highschool students checking her out. God, the world is so small isn't it? Perhaps the universe does have a sense of humour. Actually, you just realised, Eunbi was wearing a skirt, if she's not wearing panties, then wouldn't you be able to sneak some peek later? You should ask her if she's wearing anything underneath there.

PurpleBunny: I think it's a mistake wearing this sweater.

PorkCrackling: It's too baggy, you should've worn something tight.

PurpleBunny: I'm not ready for that 😔

PorkCrackling: You've only sent the pictures of your upper part, let me see you drenching your pants with how aroused you are.

PurpleBunny: I'm not wearing a pants ☺️

PorkCrackling: Oh? You're wearing a skirt with nothing underneath it?

PurpleBunny: Hehehe

She then sent a video of her dripping wet pussy under her table. You weren't focused on her though, you were checking her skirt and sweater, the exact same as the one Eunbi wore. The glimpse of her office is also another proof that PurpleBunny is Eunbi.

PorkCrackling: You're such a slut

PurpleBunny: 😚 Can't wait to see you soon master. I'm so horny right now I feel like we should do something fun tonight 😉

PorkCrackling: I have some plans for tonight, should I bring you some flowers for tomorrow?

PurpleBunny: Hehehe, no, what if you bring me some pork crackling instead?

PorkCrackling: I'll do it, if you bring me a live purple bunny.

PurpleBunny: That can be arranged, see you later master 😘

Finally, school ends, you immediately run to Eunbi's office, she opens the door, seemingly already waiting for you. “Come in, please take a seat”, You glanced around the hallway, there's some teachers walking around, maybe you should stall until they got home. “So, let's start our second session”, Eunbi sat in front of you, carefully crossing her legs to make sure she didn't reveal anything to you. “First off all I should start first, I'm sorry if I may be too intrusive, but me and your teacher Minho have decided to visit your house yesterday”, So it is her, and that weird guy, who probably wants to groom you or something. “I know, did you puke when you walked in?” Eunbi was surprised seeing how nonchalant you are about it. “No, we didn't come in”, She shook her head remembering how awful it seemed inside.

“Oh, must be mom then”, Hearing you talk like this made her feel sad, and you can see it. “Your mom-”, You can't afford to ruin the mood for now, “Is useless yes I know”, You need to stall without really making her feel down. “Right”, Eunbi sighed thinking you're not ready to talk about your mom yet. “Let's start with something else first then, yesterday I had some talk with my brother's friends”, The goal was to stall for time, the hurdle is the fact that you didn't realise how much you actually got impacted by your brother's death. What was supposed to be a long dragged out story about your experiences with him was slowly turning into a trauma dump session. You didn't cry, but at the end of the stories you were so emotionally exhausted that you might as well cry.

“I see, I'm glad you're brave enough to share this story with me”, Eunbi was listening so attentively that she forgot she wasn't wearing any underwear. Your eyes were fixed on her exposed pussy, she was confused about what you were looking at before it clicked inside her head. “So, that was an invitation?” You smiled, Eunbi who already closed her legs was blushing so hard she couldn't even say anything, “My god, the principal is a pervert”, Eunbi cleared her throat before gaining her composure. “So, that marks the end of our session, is there anything you want to ask me?” Her tone is stern, making sure you know she wants you to forget what you just see. “I have one actually, how do you plan on getting a live purple bunny?”

Eunbi was confused at first, then her eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at you with fear and dumbfounded expression, all this time, was it you? “I… I don't know what you mean”, It was the best she could do. “Come on if you want me to bring some pork crackling you have to bring a purple bunny, a live one”, You smile seeing how much she is in denial right now. Eunbi feels her body is drained of energy and life, all the scary and paranoid thoughts start to invade her mind. All this time, she's been having a sexual relationship with her own students. Wait, no she hasn't had sex yet, so it's not sexual, everything should be fine right? But no, even so just the fact that she's a slut behind closed doors could ruin her reputation. Not just her job but her life can be ruined forever.

“Hey, slut”, Eunbi jumped hearing how close you were, she didn't realise you moved next to her already. “N-n-n-no”, You smile seeing how red she has become, your hand grabs her bare thighs, “You have such nice thighs you know that?” Eunbi wants to push your hand away, wait, does she? Because the sensation of your hand really sends some jolt of ecstasy through her body. Seeing her having an inner struggle made you smile, you leaned closer and bite her ears before whispering into it, “Come on slut, let's do it once, you don't know how much I've been waiting for this moment”, Your breath tickles her ear making her let out a moan. “We shouldn't”, She said with a few moans, “No one would know, come on, you know you want this”, Your hand travelled up her thighs, into her skirt and carefully rubbed her wet pussy.

“No, we-, Ahhhhhhh, we can't”, Eunbi moaned again feeling your hands starts to rub her clit, “I don't think you realise, you don't really have an option here”, Eunbi felt her heart drop, she know it's true, if she pisses you off her life can be ruined. Seeing the defeated look on Eunbi's face made you feel even more horny. You started kissing her neck, your hand continue rubbing her clit, “Hhhnnnngggg, fuck, slow down”, Eunbi moaned feeling her body is giving in to her desires. “You’re so wet already, tell me slut, did anyone see your dripping wet pussy today?” You said before you continue biting her neck. “Ahhhh, no”, She moaned,  “You sound disappointed”, You pulled down her sweater, exposing her beast. “Hhhmmm, no I'm not”, You laughed before you move in front of her, “You have such a nice tits slut”, Eunbi blushed again, hearing you say those words face to face really hit differently.

You leaned down, grabbing her boobs and pulling it to your mouth, your teeth sinking into her nipple forcing Eunbi to close her mouth in order to muffle her scream. Your hand slips inside her pussy and starts fingering her aggressively. Your mouth moves to the other tits, wrapping your lips around her nipples and sucking as hard as you can like a hungry baby. Moans and whine keep escaping Eunbi's mouth as she desperately uses both of her hands to muffle them as best as she can. Not long you can hear her muffled scream as her pussy tightens around your finger. Her juices sprays to your hand and drip down the couch leaving stains, you slow down a moment waiting for her orgasm to pass.

“That was nice wasn't it?” You can't help but tease her seeing she's out of breath already, Eunbi bites her lips trying her best not to say yes. Standing up, you slowly unbuckled your belt and pulled down your pants, Eunbi's eyes can't seem to leave your bulge. As you drop your pants Eunbi starts moving closer to you, seeing how eager she is you pull her head and press her face to your bulge, letting her feel your cock through the fabric of your underwear. “Come on, you know you want to”, Eunbi can feel your cock throbbing against her cheek, reluctantly she pulls down your boxer and immediately her face was hit by your erect cock. “Suck it”, Her eyes are mesmerised with your dick, her nose is inhaling the musky smell it gives and unconsciously she starts to drool.

Eunbi's hand gently wrapped around your cock, she sticks out her tongue and slowly licks the tip of your cock. All her moves were so sensual and careful as she was too scared to do something wrong. “Don't be too shy now, you've practised for this”, You caressed her cheek making her feel embarrassed and also a little giddy, she nods her head before taking your cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it as her gaze is fixed into your eyes as if she was pleasing for some kind of appreciation. Slowly she lowered her head, taking your cock deeper into her mouth inch by inch. Your precum starts to leak down her tongue, the taste was heavenly for her and she starts to suck on your cock expecting more. Through some great effort she managed to swallow your whole cock down her throat, her tongue continuing licking your shaft, tracing along your veins.

“Good girl”, A look of happiness can be seen in her eyes before she quickly hides it, her head starts to bob up and down slowly. With every passing moment her move got faster and sloppier, her spit drools down her lips and coated your cock making her release some wet sounds every time she slammed her head down your shaft. Her eyes start to water, messing up her mascara as your hips start to follow her rhythm. From time to time she will stop at your tip and hungrily suck on your leaking precum while her hands start to massage your balls trying to milk them out. This is it, this is the slut you've made for the last month and she is perfect. Her eyes never leave yours even for a moment, Eunbi can't tell why, but she just feels like she needs to keep eye contact. 

“Ooohhhh fuck, you're so good at this aren't you?” Hearing your compliments made her legs start to squirm as her pussy starts to drip more juices to the couch. Her moral dilemma has become an afterthought as a new idea came to her mind. As long as she can continue pleasuring you then she can make sure you won't tell anyone about this. It was nothing but a pathetic rationalisation of her lust. Yet she doesn't care, now she only needs to focus on pleasuring you, every flinch, every moan, every grunt that you made is sending jolts of excitement throughout her body. “Ahhhh fuck Eunbi, I'm cumming”, The moment she heard that Eunbi immediately pull up her head leaving only the tip of your cock in her mouth. One of her hands starts to jerk your cock furiously while the other one is massaging your balls, feeling your hot sperm swimming around inside it. “Fuck, take it slut”, You grunted as you feel your sperm starts to shoot inside her mouth. The thick and warm cum floods inside her mouth coating every inch of her inner mouth. The taste was addicting to her, she felt desperate for more so her hands jerked you off even faster trying to milk every last drop of your cum.

As your ejaculation passed, Eunbi's mouth was filled to the brim with your sperm, some starts to drip down her lips. You pull your cock away watching her savour the taste of your cum in her mouth. Seeing that she's being watched Eunbi opened her mouth showing you that her tongue is playing around the pool of cum you've made in her mouth. “Drink them slut”, Eunbi closed her eyes as she swallow them, she can feel the thick concoctions travel down her throat leaving a warm sensation through her body. “Hhhnnnngggg”, A moan escaped her lips as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. You glanced down to see that she's having another orgasm and starts to squirt all over the floor. “Fucking hell, did you got even more pent up ever since you meet me?” Eunbi heard your question but she was too preoccupied with her own orgasm to acknowledge it. As soon as her orgasm passes, her hands start to clean up the sperm down her chin and lick them up hungrily.

When she finishes that she looks at you hoping for more, like a good little slut that she is. “Spread your leg”, You start stroking your cock preparing it for the next round. Eunbi immediately spreads her leg, her hand can't stop from fingering herself seeing your cock is regaining it's might. “Tell me how much you want it”, Eunbi felt her body quiver hearing how demanding you're being. “Please, fuck me already”, She moaned, her hand continue fingering herself while the other is playing with her breast. “Come on, you can do better than that”, You move forward and runs your cock in between her fold, “Master, please give me your big girthy cock, I need you inside me”, Her eyes is looking st you desperately as her body react to your cock rubbing against her pussy.

Without any warning you suddenly plunge your cock deep inside her all the way to the base. The sudden intrusion made her body jerked back in response followed by a pained groan. Her walls tightening around you and enveloping your cock with her warmth. Her body shakes violently as loud cries escape her lips. You immediately took your boxer and shove it to her face to silence her down as she went through yet another orgasm. Eunbi bite down into it as she continue groaning, you didn't bother to let her have her orgasm peacefully and just start fucking her roughly. In Eunbi's mind her lies crumble down, she can't say she's doing all this for her own reputation when her body is screaming in ecstasy like this.

Eunbi throws away her moral dilemma, it doesn't matter anymore, the only thing that's important right now is you. She wants you, so what if you're her student and patient. “Fuck, you're still so tight after all those training I gave you?” You grunted as you continued pounding her, Eunbi felt happiness grow inside her seeing how much you're enjoying her body. “You're so big master, those toys can't compare to you. Fuck me harder, ruin me please”, She moaned before biting down on your boxers again. Her nose keeps inhaling your scent as she falls deeper and deeper into depravity. Your hand grabs her hips and starts to move her body as if she's just a sex doll. Eunbi feels so helpless in your arms and it excites her, she needs to stop herself from screaming from time to time.

Every time your hips crashed on to her you see the impact send a jiggle through her body. Her tits bounce up and down as you continue pounding her even harder. Eunbi who's lost in ecstasy suddenly woke up by the sudden pain on her tits as you slapped it hard. “Ahhhh, master”, She whined, but honestly, she loves it, “I know you like that slut”, And you know it too. Your hand slapped her other tits and she let out another moan. The two of you start to get even louder as every time you slap her Eunbi starts to lose her self control more and more. At one point she let out a loud groan so you grabbed her neck and choked her. “You need to quiet down slut”. At first it was frightening, the pain that suddenly attacked her neck, then she looked at your stern eyes and she couldn't help but to get turned on even more.

“I'm sorry”, She squeal out, but you didn't let go of her neck, in fact you strangle her even harder as you fuck her faster, your other hand move to slap her ass while. This whole thing was too much for, her tongue sticks out of her mouth as her eyes are just rolling to the back of her skull yet again. Her saliva starts to drip down your hand as you see her face start to turn pale. Seeing Eunbi so lost in her own ecstasy from the pain made you feel victorious, made you feel the need to place your flag on this hill. “I'm cumming slut”, Eunbi nodded as tears started to fall down her eyes from happiness. You thrust deep into her, her walls tightened around you, pulsating in a way to milk every last drop of your cum. The ejaculation closes your mind as your hand starts to strangle her for real this time, cutting off her windpipe. Eunbi grabbed into your hands as you let out a groan and unload your sperm inside her. The warmth in her stomach, the stinging pain in her ass and tits alongside the fear of death due to your strangulation send Eunbi to another orgasm. So what if you accidentally choke her out for too long, with all this stimulation she doesn't mind dying in ecstasy.

Thankfully you notice your hand gripping her neck too tight before she passes out. As soon as you let go of your hand Eunbi starts to breathe frantically, her face flushed red as oxygen finally starts to stream back to her brain. “Fuck, I'm sorry”, You said panting hard from the intense orgasm you just had. Eunbi just smiled at you as she coughed, “It's… fine…” It seems like you ruined her throat a little bit. Then you pull out your cock letting your sperm drip down her pussy, you look around her office before throwing some tissues to her. Eunbi who is already drained of energy tries her best to wipe the sperm that's flowing out of her pussy. Meanwhile you're busy cleaning yourself and dressing back up. As you finish sitting in front of her again, Eunbi sees that you're already dressed so she fixes her outfit again and sits up straight at her sofa.

“I'm sorry about that”, You started off, Eunbi doesn't really mind now, but she appreciates the gesture. “I know this relationship is a bad idea, especially since your reputation is on the line”, Eunbi also appreciates that you acknowledge the risk she's having, but she doesn't like where this conversation is going. “So I'll delete all those pictures and videos, we can pretend this, all those chats, let's just forget them and pretend it never happened”, Eunbi felt like a cold water just splashed over her. “Oh, right”, Pretend like this never happened, that's what she wants right? “I thank you for being a counsellor and therapist for me, but if you don't mind can you refer me to a different therapist. After all, this whole thing might affect our therapy session”, Now it felt like a block of ice just pressed on to her body. “I….-” You shake your head, “I say we pretend like this never happened, but there's no way we can loom each other as a normal therapist and patient after this. So please, refer me to another one”, Hearing how adamant you are with this made Eunbi feel deflated. “Of course”, She stutter out, “Then, can I ask for one last thing?” Eunbi nodded as she tried her best to hide her disappointment and sadness.

You leaned closer and kissed her, Eunbi felt her breath stop the moment her lips touch yours. Her body slumps down making you hold her by the shoulder so she wouldn't fall. Eunbi felt your tongue slither into her mouth, her tongue meekly following your lead as she was savouring the taste of your saliva. How does she know what your saliva tastes like? Don't think about it. “Haaaa, Haaaa, Haaaa”, Eunbi panted as you break off the kiss, she looked at you pleading for more. “Just a little souvenir for what we had”, You smile at her before leaving her alone in her office. Eunbi watches you leave, her body is screaming for her to jump and grab your back, to stop you from leaving, but she didn't, she just sat there silently. When you get to the door you look at her one last time, you see a glimmer of hope rise inside her, then you smile and get out of her office, leaving with the memory of her face filled with disappointment and longing. Hook. Line. Sinker.

Left alone in her office, Eunbi felt distraught, seeing you left just like that is just wrong. The moment you two had was short but she can't believe you will just forget it like that. The worst part is she thinks she knows you enough to understand that you're being genuine. The two sessions she had with you make her think you really just disconnected with people that you can just cut her off like that. The unending lust and depravity she has for PorkCrackling is slowly combining with the motherly care and genuine affection she had for you. No, she can't let you cut this off just like that. It doesn't matter if her reputation is on the line, she needs you. She needs your body, your dominance and your sex drive as your slave. She needs to guide you to open up to people, to let you share your burden and get past your traumatic broken household as your therapist. She needs to help you, as much as she needs you to help her.

PurpleBunny: Can we meet up tomorrow?

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Carpe Diem | Michael Gavey x fem!reader

Summary: After himself being ditched by Oliver, they meet once again. Both seemingly skirting around what happened in the Common Room when they last saw one another. | Word Count: 5.1k~ (oops) | Warnings below the cut!

Part One: Quid Pro Quo Part Three: Veni, Vidi, Vici

warnings: virgin michael, oral sex (f receiving), fingering

A/N: I feel...like the word count is overboard but FUCK IT it's my blog 😈

“Greek and Latin both belong to the Indo-European language family, which does not necessarily mean they are similar. The branches are totally different. Whereas Latin belongs to the Romance branch, Greek belongs to the…”

She half-listens to the lecture, caught between Professor Wardon’s monotone ramblings and scribbling whatever bits and pieces she can string together in swirly handwriting, trying to ignore Trevor two rows in front of her, typing loudly on his brand new Macbook that he no doubt got from his well-off parents for Christmas.

Pencil and paper for the peasants, she thinks bitterly.

The laptop she has back in her dorm is clunky, too thick for carrying in her bag, and any notes she makes now will have to be typed up meticulously later. She supposes it’s a good way of getting the information to be irreparably printed into her brain though. That’s the only thing keeping her from going insane.

Which is where she finds herself now, in the wee hours of the morning, her fingers so tired and eyes so strained she feels that all the letters and characters are beginning to merge together.

She's just about to close the damn thing when a notification blares in the bottom right corner of her screen.

‘m_gav_314159265359 is now online’

She presses her lips together to stifle a laugh at the username, it makes her giggle every time. Of course his username is fucking Pi.

After their little ‘happening’ in the Common Room, they'd talked for a bit over MSN, sometimes texting when she had enough credit and even more rarely meeting up at Trinity College campus. Their timetables never seemed to line up very often, so their meetings were quick and over before they could even get settled into really getting to know each other.

It felt strange to have done something so exciting and yet not really know someone.

The memory made her blush. She was never usually that impulsive and brazen. But she didn't regret it.

Everytime Michael saw her, his cheeks flushed almost without her even needing to try. And it felt nice to see someone act like that in her presence.

After lectures had started after Christmas into the New Year and then into Spring, she found herself somewhat self-conscious. Second guessing herself. Wondering if the freedom and calmness of the holiday period had given him a new sense of clarity.

After all, he'd not spoken to her once since lectures had started again.

A heaviness weighed in her chest, bitterly like rejection.

Maybe she was delirious from the time of night, but she felt a surge of courage, desperately wanting to just know if this was going to be more or not.

She felt her cheeks heat somewhat, rubbing the backs of her knuckles against her lips. There was no time to reply before he sent another.

And if what he'd said before didn't make her face burn, that certainly did. She nearly smirked when she thought to herself, 'you mean when I sucked you off in the Common Room?'

But she didn't type that. She decided to have mercy on him, if only a little.

His replies were so blunt and to the point that they were so quintessentially Michael. She found herself wondering if what he'd typed before had been for the intention of making her blush, but she doubted it. He seemed the type to be somewhat oblivious to how words could affect the opposite sex.

Or anything to do with the opposite sex for that matter.

Her stomach fluttered with excitement as she typed off a few quick goodbyes and with a soft, plastic tap, shut her laptop for the night.

“There are no fit guys in my class this semester, fucking livid,” Priya rolls her eyes, nursing a stale pint and a cigarette.

“Did you really expect Modern Languages to be teeming with attractive men?” She smirks in response.

“No. But I at least expected a good shag within the first three months.”

“Does they have to be within our course?”

“No, course not. I'm not lazy as fuck. Can’t be arsed to go off campus.”

She laughs, waving the smoke trail that's formed between their faces, the smell of cigarettes and damp, beer-soaked carpets fill her senses, nursing the only pint she's capable of downing.

“Don't shit where you eat, Priya.”

“Don't you fuckin’ start,” she grins with all her perfect teeth before checking her phone, “fuck, is that the time. Sorry mate you've got like half your pint left-”

“Don't be silly, just go. Whoever you're meeting is bound to have a bigger cock than me anyway.”

“You're a nasty bitch, you know that?” she smiles, standing and pulling her mini-skirt down, “see you later? Catch up?”

“Wouldn't miss it for the world. Have fun!”

“Oh I will!”

She smiles, sipping the stale beer as Priya rushes out the door excitedly tapping the keypads on her phone in reply to a guy no-doubt, nearly running right into a lamppost.

She pulled out her own phone, spotting a new message from the ex-boyfriend she hadn’t heard a peep out of since Freshers Week, groaning with a displeased expression at the first few lines of text that read as if he were desperate. Even over the crackling sound of the speakers and Daniel Powter’s ‘Bad Day’ lulling quietly through the pub, she was still sensitive to the sound of his voice.

“-get me another pint please, Oliver? Thanks.”

She had to crane her neck, half-swivelled on her chair, but it was undoubtedly him. Only one person had that hissy, direct way of speaking, had dirty, blonde hair that touched the nape of his neck and was likely to wear such an…interesting selection of clothes.

Her mouth was barely open before she realised it was Michael, and by then he was too far away to shout from across a busy pub. She found herself with a sort of stupid grin, watching him walk with such a lanky gait, as if walking were an inhuman thing for him to do. 

It took her a few moments to text back a reply to her ex before she looked up again, eyebrows furrowed when she saw that whoever Michael had been with, was now umming and ahhing about whether to join the popular lot, for which she recognised Felix Catton amongst them, shockingly ill-dressed in a ‘what happens in Kassiopi stays in Kassiopi’ t-shirt, with a cigarette between his lips that had been inhaled to a nub. 

She grimaced. Only rich people could dress so fucking shocking.

And then her heart leapt in a different way when she saw Michael look distantly at Oliver, his hand half-raised in an awkward wave, his face crumbling in a way where she knew he was disappointed and yet, not surprised in the slightest. 

It was when Michael pushed his glasses up his nose in a way she couldn’t help but find sweet and go for the door, that she slipped from the stool she was on, a quarter of her pint left, and took off after him.

“Michael!”

The late winter air nipped at her skin, cursing internally that his legs were so fucking long he could stride a hell of a lot further than her. 

“Michael!”

It wasn’t hard to see the glint of his glasses lenses off the streetlights once he’d turned to face her, his lips parted in surprise and a heat rising to his cheeks.

He swallowed visibly, “H-hey..”

She felt her own heart rattle in her chest at how easy it was to fluster him, “Hey, you alright?”

For a moment, the self-proclaimed mathematical genius seemed genuinely lost for words, his throat closing up on him like he was having a sort of allergic reaction to the opposite sex. So with all that, he simply nodded, his hands clenched as if not knowing what to do with them.

“Sorry about your mate, that was a shitty thing to do.”

“Oh, he’s…he’s not my mate.”

She nodded, rubbing her hands together to warm them from the chill, “d’you wanna go somewhere?”

Michael’s eyes behind his glasses widened, “like…together?”

“No, I’ll make you go off on your own,” she grinned, “yes together!”

He huffed an embarrassed but elated laugh, and only now her eyes studied his shirt, cocking her head in amusement at the ‘that’s how I roll’ shirt with what looked like a maths equation beneath it. The actual meaning was lost on her, but it was so dorky it made her smile.

“U-uh, my mum bought it me for Christmas...” he muttered quickly to which she cracked an even bigger smile, the two of them laughing quietly for a moment before he spoke up again. 

“Do you wanna come to mine?” he asked, and it was so direct it made her blink, her lungs feeling as if they were fluttering, “I mean-my dorm.”

She wet her lips from the dry cold, watching how nervous and twitchy he was. And how it reminded her of the last time they were alone together. 

“Like…catch up or something. I-I’ve got alcohol if you-”

“That’d be lovely, Michael.”

He at least seemed grateful that she’d actually replied to save him from rambling, and even cracked a thin-lipped smile himself, clearly and delightfully nervous. Thirty-minutes ago, he’d have never considered this to be the ending to his evening. 

Michael’s room is disturbingly tidy, she wonders if he actually even lives here. It’s like those university rooms that they take photos of to advertise the ‘spacious’ and ‘community-driven’ atmosphere of campus life. 

At least it was clean, she mused as Michael passed her a bottle of the only alcohol he had, which were lukewarm WKDs.

“Thanks,” she smiles, taking a sugary sip and looking about the room. Michael has since cracked open his own drink, but seems disinterested in it as it rests on his bouncing knee, looking up at her from where he’s sat on his desk chair from under his brow.

His laptop sits shut, pencils in a neat line next to it. His walls are bare, with what she can only assume are blue tack marks from the previous tenant’s last year. With the exception of a wall-mounted calendar next to his desk.

“No posters? Was hoping I could be nosy, see what you like.” 

When she turns back to Michael he quickly looks down as if not wanting to be caught staring, “It’d just be maths stuff.”

“And Carol Vorderman?” she teases mindlessly, not catching the way his cheeks go alight.

She hums an amused laugh behind the bottle at her lips, “It’s very tidy.”

When he just replies with a shrug, she scoots off the bed to have a roam about the place, needing only a few steps to cross the room to his bookcase, filled to the brim neatly with books. She runs her finger along some of the spines.

“You’re not going to mess anything up are you?”

She laughs, coming out more of a snort, which makes her cheeks warm, “Sorry. Just curious about your books. ‘Mathematics of Language. Sounds like a bit of me and you.”

There’s that flush again.

That deer in the headlights look.

“Uh…just sounded interesting.”

“And is it?”

“Is it what?”

She smirks, “interesting.”

There’s a silence that for a moment neither of them are able to shake. 

Michael swallows visibly, “don’t know yet..”

She sees something in his expression when a playful smile lifts across her face, suddenly the memories and implications of what they’d done before now weighing heavily on them. And all at once, he’s able to smell the body scrub she’d used in the shower that morning and eyes flitting to the glint of her stud earrings. He’d remembered brushing past them with his fingers when her mouth wrapped around his-

“And who says you’re not a languages man?” she presses with a teasing lilt to her voice. The tone and sing-songy nature of her voice has his heart doing backflips, feeling as if he could feel the erratic beating between his ribs. 

Michael seems stuck in the position he finds himself as she lazily crosses the room, slipping back on his bed, one hand brushing across his bedsheets and the other setting the drink on his bedside table. For a long moment, his eyes couldn’t leave her. The whole situation was suitably extraordinary. A girl who had come onto him (to say the least) was now in his room, sat on his bed, touching his things…all while wearing something he personally deemed unsuitable for the cold, a dress with black tights beneath.

She turns her head to him, smiling, “you seem nervous.”

He swallows, trying to claw at any sort of reply, “is that an accusation?”

It comes out a bit harsher than he probably expected, but instead of recoiling, she bites her lip as if to stifle a full-toothed grin, “an observation.”

He shrugs, “just never had a girl in here before.”

“Worried I’ll mess up your feng shui?”

“My what?”

She genuinely laughs at that, nearly smacking her head on the bed frame, but a hearty chuckle all the same. And Michael doesn’t know why his own cheeks start to heat up at that, taking this opportunity that her eyes are shut to look down at her legs. For some reason, making her laugh just makes him want to try more. 

He’s never had that feeling before. Wanting to make someone laugh.

“No, really, my what.”

She meets his eyes brightly with her own, “feng shui, it’s like…the vibe of a room, a space. Like,  how you place your furniture or whatever.”

Michael raises a brow, his lip quirking on one side, “sounds like bullshit.”

“It probably is.” she laughs.

“Can I ask you something?”

The quick u-turn and tone in conversation has her eyes meet his nervously, her interest and curiosity piqued. Her hands find themselves nervously stroking her legs, the texture of the tights providing some level of comfort, “yeah sure.”

She can't quite figure out what expression he's trying to put on. His brows are furrowed in judgement and a curious sense of guarding himself. And yet he's sat back in his seat, looking at her like he is trying to figure her out, and yet wants to know why she is the way she is.

“Why did you do that?”

She blinks at the accusatory and monotone rhythm of his way of speaking.

“Do what.”

“Don't play stupid. Doesn't suit you.”

She nearly scoffs at that, “what? Why have you gone all weird all of a sudden?”

“Why did you do…that at the Christmas party?”

She shrugs and shakes her head, as if the answer should be obvious, “because I wanted to? And you didn't seem to mind either.”

“I didn't-that's not the point!” he retorts, “are you genuinely taking the mick out of me?”

“You've asked that before and no.”

“Well why then?”

“Is it not enough to really think that I find you interesting? And nice to talk to?”

Of all the things she expected Michael Gavey to go quiet at, it certainly wasn't that. But she watches him all the same, the line between his brow slowly disappearing as his frown vanishes.

She cocks her head, “and not bad looking either.”

“Stop it.”

“I mean it!”

“Nobody wants the fucking maths virgin-”

“Michael. I don't give a fuck about that,” she says calmly, “Hell, I was a virgin not that long ago. You keep saying ‘nobody wants the virgin’ but you can't keep using that as an excuse just because you're embarrassed you haven't done anything.”

He sighs, like he doesn't want to believe her. And she can hardly believe how self-deprecating and yet direct this man can be in a single breath.

“Look, if you don't want to talk to me, I can always go-”

Almost as soon as she is stood, he is too, one large hand wrapped around her forearm, “No.”

They've been sat so long, she had almost forgotten how tall he was, and the difference between them briefly has her tummy doing back flips. From here, she is able to smell whatever body wash he uses, and if she had to guess, probably blue radox.

“No, I didn't say I wanted you to go. Stay…”

He doesn't say ‘please’ once, and yet she's able to hear the desperation.

When she doesn't move, his grip loosens, and she feels tingly all over when his hand slides up her arm.

“Can I kiss you again like last time?”

She almost smiles in adoration at how he asks it, but for the sake of saving him the embarrassment of thinking she's laughing at him, settles for a simple and gentle nod of her head. She is sure she's not really thought it through. Weighing up the pros and cons isn't exactly the first thing on her mind right now though as Michael has to bend significantly to crash his lips to hers.

Much like last time, he is a bit endearingly clumsy, his lips moving quickly on hers like he's running a race with his mouth. This time there is no pool table for him to cage her against, but all the same his legs take him forwards until her knees hit the edge of his bed.

By the time he is on top of her, she's managed to weave her fingers through his hair, her nose nudging against his glasses every now and then, and guiding him with her own movements to slow down and enjoy the moment, with no need to rush.

She knows that secretly he's probably just excited.

But this time, his hands are extremely active.

She's unable to help the breathy whimper between desperate kisses as he tentatively squeezes her thighs, not quite brave enough to go beneath the dress yet and drifting upwards to her breasts, touching and clutching fondly, as if any harsh grip or movement and she'll get up and leave.

He's still unsure, maybe even nervous, she can feel it.

It's here she realises that whether he is doing it subconsciously or not, she can feel the strained bulge at the front of his trousers rubbing up against the inside of her leg, probably chasing friction that feels too good for him to feel lucid.

“Can I see you…” he asks as his lips break away.

She doesn't even reply, she just complies, pulling the sleeves of her dress over her shoulders and the bra straps along with it. The position she's in making it near impossible to reach behind her.

If she could print his face in her mind as she pulled her dress down to her ribs, she would. He looks entirely mesmerised in adoration, and once the only thing covering her breasts is the thin material of her bra, Michael looks at her with an almost dream-like gaze. 

His hand moves before his mouth, or at least before he catches himself, “Is it oka-”

“Course..” she says far too quickly. 

All she can hear as Michael pulls the thin straps of her bra fully down her arms, exposing her breasts, is his breath, staggered and uneven. His hand easily covers one of her breasts, squeezing experimentally, his thumb gently drifting over her nipple and watching them stiffen to needy buds. 

She doesn’t need to look between them to see how hard he is, she can feel him against her thigh, where her dress has since ridden up to her hips. 

His glasses knock against her chest as he leans down, all-too-carefully covering her nipple with his tongue, like he is trying to print the taste of them to memory. 

There is an unconscious desire to press her thighs together, but she settles for rolling her hips, causing Michael’s voice to rumble against her chest where he mouths at her breasts. One hand forever stays at the one he isn’t paying lip service to, testing the weight and shape in his palms. 

It feels like all sensitivity has been turned up to 1000. He is so slow, so unsure, that every languid movement has every nerve feel as if it’s on fire. A selfish part of her wants him to go faster, so used to the fervent, almost rushing nature of who she’d been with before. It was never like this, borderline worshipping.

“Michael…” she breathes, rolling her hips against him experimentally, rewarded with a low whine from him.

She watched as her nipple slips from his lips in the most erotic manner she’d ever seen, before his clear eyes are on her again. 

“Is this okay? Am I doing something wr-”

“No,” she shakes her head quickly, “feels nice.”

Michael licks his lips, a sign of how nervous he is, “Can I do something else?”

He is so eager to please, to learn, that looking at his face as he asks she can hardly deny him. And her head moves without effort, nodding as she watches his hand disappear beneath the hem of her dress to pull her tights down her legs. 

It then becomes obvious what he wants to do. 

“Are you sure, I-”

“I’m sure.” he adds, rolling the black nylon down her legs until all that is left between Michael and her bare skin below her hips, is her underwear. A flush of embarrassment engulfs her face at the thought of how aroused she might be, knowing he has no experience, she doesn’t want to scare him off. The tender and yet needy way he’d mouthed at her breasts had her body all warm, and she can’t remember the last time she’d been this ready for anything.

“I just want to do the same for you as you did for me. Make you feel good.”

And that certainly doesn’t help that feeling either.

She’s not sure if she will get tired of the sight of his long, lithe fingers gripping her thighs apart, and for a moment she finds herself entranced by the view, until he is pressing sweet kisses to the inside of them. Open-mouthed, with an addictive cooling sensation when he pulls away, only to edge closer to the centre of her underwear.

Her breath remains stuck in her chest as she watches him navigate the female body, mapping it out in his head. She knows better than to say anything, knowing him as she does now, he is immensely competitive, and wants to get things right. It’s likely if she stepped in to instruct him, it would only embarrass him more. So she stays quiet, and lets him come to her.

His thumb dips beneath the leg hole of her underwear, “Can I?”

She swallows visibly, now for some reason it’s her being the nervous one. Possibly because the first time, it was her doing something for him. And now, it is very much the feeling of being studied, of being watched to see what made her tick. A feeling that has her desperate for some kind of fulfilment. Anything.

She lifts her hips to help him slide her underwear down her legs, her cheeks warming at being so utterly exposed to him herself for the first time. There is a finality to it that she just can’t quite put into words. A point of no return.

A full body shudder made its way through her when she felt his thumb trail across the spot where her leg met her hip, trailing the line there that led to her sensitive womanhood.

Michael looked as if he was being presented with an equation, she could practically hear the thoughts in his head. But beyond not entirely knowing what to do, it didn't dissuade his curiosity.

She could tell though, that he didn't know what to do.

Michael nearly flinched when she took his hand, encouraging his thumb to touch her bundle nerves hidden between her folds. 

She watched him as his thumb cautiously collected the wetness that had begun to come out of her and used it to gently apply pressure to her clit. Breath was hot in her chest  as he started slowly.

“Does that feel good?” He asked softly.

As soon as she nodded, confirming how pleasurable it was, Michael's first reaction was to go faster. And so he did. Like he was trying to light a fire.

“No, no, no, it's fine to go slow.”

“Shit, sorry…”

“It’s fine,” she smiled, “just more gentle.”

The panic on his face had been clear. But at her gentle instruction, she saw him relax, taking her words and applying gentle pressure in slower, tighter circles. And it seemed Michael was now fully aware of its intended effect, as his eyes were able to lift up to hers underneath the rim of his glasses to see her breathing had increased, and blood rushing to her cheeks. 

It felt incredible to watch his expressions, she thought. Seeing the little thoughts rattling around in his head, to be able to awaken something in him for the first time. But it also felt utterly exposing, and every time his thumb drew circles against her clit, she heard the soft click of her arousal that made the room feel as if she were inside an oven. 

Michael’s lips parted, his head moving as if pulled by an invisible string to her core.

“Can I…?” he asked again, but more uncertain this time. 

The anticipation gnaws so much at her skin, combined with the way he is taking his time that she has become somewhat impatient, so it’s completely involuntary when she nods her head and somehow manages a whispered ‘yes’.

She doesn't really, really know what's wrong with her. She's had head before. But when he dives between her thighs so quickly and eagerly, his thumbs almost pulling her skin gently to expose as much of her as he can, and swiping his tongue over the centre. From her entrance, all the way to her bundle of nerves.

It has her breath stuck in her chest, instinctively reaching down to run her fingers through his sandy hair. Even the slightest tug on it has a low groan vibrating through her where his mouth moves slowly against her.

“Michael…”

At first he is careful, taking the instruction she'd given him before and applying it to tasting her instead. But his eyes flit up to her when she breathes his name like that, so he redoubles his efforts, gripping the underside of her thighs to tug her towards him in a teasing rhythm.

She didn't really know what to expect, assuming he hadn't done anything like this before. But Michael seems eager to please, as he nudges between her sensitive folds to tease her entrance with his tongue, the sharp shape of his nose butting against her bud with every movement, as little as it is.

With one hand in his hair, her hips move against his face, the glasses perched on his face hanging askew. And all she can see is that his eyes are closed as he tastes her, every now and then he makes a noise between a whine and a moan, as if he didn't want the experience to end.

Dragging his tongue back up to her bud to focus his attention there, Michael experimentally slides one long, slender digit easily inside her, pleased at the breathy sound it seems to elicit from her. Two feelings at once, just as she'd given him before.

“Oh, shit-” 

He fights the urge to smirk when he hears that. She's so warm and wet, that it's easy to slide in the second, feeling her walls suck him in as they clamp around his fingers moving in and out of her. It's a feeling he couldn't describe if he tried, and he daren't think of what she'd feel like around his cock, or if she'd let him.

She can feel her stomach muscles tightening, an orgasm bubbling up to the surface when he gains confidence, flicking her swollen clit with his tongue and pistoning two fingers with a pornographically wet smack into her over and over. Brushing that sweet spot inside that he manages to find sometimes, seemingly without realising.

“Michael - fuck - I'm gonna-”

He groans as her fingers tug at his hair, her hips grinding herself against him and chasing that delicious friction as her high barrels through her, sparking pleasure down each notch of her spine until it fizzles out through her limbs.

She can feel Michael grinding himself against the bed, searching for his own, as he maintains his actions, lapping up everything she gives him with determination. When she dares to look down at him, as if he can sense it, his eyes open to watch her expression, the blue of his eyes nearly entirely eclipsed by black.

As if something had been awoken in him that even he couldn't recognise he'd wanted.

With one last swipe of his tongue over her centre, Michael withdraws his fingers, gripping her thigh with them and making the skin there glisten.

Her cheeks feel as if they're on fire when he rights himself to his knees before her, looking down at her with admiration at how she is still essentially half naked. The tightness at the front of his jeans makes it obvious how he felt about what he'd just done.

Engrossed by watching her breasts move as she breathes heavily, the slight shimmer of sweat on her collarbones, Michael raises his hand to his face, using his palm to wipe her slick from his lips and chin.

She breaks the silence with a tired laugh when he pushes his glasses back up his face, one half of the lenses completely fogged up. It prompts him to laugh too.

“Was I okay?”

This time she doesn't hold back her smile at the way he asks it. As if she hadn't just shaken with the force of her high all over his face.

She nods, “More than okay.”

He seems genuinely relieved.

She bites her lip as she looks at him, his cheeks all tinged pink, his mind reeling at what they'd just done.

He doesn't know what to say or do, and she can see it.

“Do you fancy having a girlfriend, Michael?” she asks.

“Uh…I've never had one, not properly anyway.”

“Yes, but would you like one?”

She watches the bob of his Adam's Apple as he swallows heavily, “Y-yeah…”

She pushes herself up to meet him where he's knelt, admiring his features for a moment, before leaning forward to kiss him, encouraging him to kiss her back. It takes a second for him to respond, but when he does, it's needy, teeth and tongues clashing as the musky taste of her is captured on him.

“Tell you what, after your exams, when you can relax, I'll be your proper girlfriend. In every way..”

His breath comes out shuddered against her lips, “what do you mean?..”

She wets her lips as she smirks, “I think you know exactly what I mean, Michael.”

She doesn't think she'll ever get tired of seeing him blushed and bothered.

And when they're both dressed, sharing awkward giggles and nervous kisses, she gives him a look with a cock of her head as he checks his wall-mounted Countdown-themed calendar.

“What you looking for?”

“My last exam is the 15th. There's exactly 12,246 minutes between now and then and all I'm going to be thinking about is whether you'll really be my girlfriend or not.”

She nearly smiles at the fact he does the maths so quickly. 8 days, 12 hours and 6 minutes until his last exam. And even though she's made it clear she wants him, he's still unsure.

She meets his gaze, unable to hide the grin off her face, “Better get studying then. You've only got 12,245 minutes left until you've got me.”

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[muwapsturniolo]

✯CYBER SEX 2✯

THEE MUWAPGUCCI COLLAB

IN WHICH… Matt and Chris Sturniolo are just two inexperienced losers.

Trust me when I meet him, I'm fucking him on sight

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! NO ACTUAL SMUT BUT MENTION OF PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL AND BODY PARTS.

MPT 1, GPT1, GPT2

"Next...Next...Nex-Oh he's cute!" Y/n gives Mika a dirty look. The two girls were currently in Y/n's apartment, going through the submissions for the contest. The contest ended two days ago and the girl had gotten around 1k submissions. She had already gone through 10 submissions alone, now she has her friend with her and they are trying to go through the rest together.

Mika didn't want to go through the submissions with her, but with the promise of free food and one hundred dollars, Mika caved.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you know he's ugly." She points to her laptop which has a picture of a guy. "Come on he's not that bad! Ok let's look at his entry form!" Mika snatches the laptop and starts reading things out. everything about him seems normal until they get to his sexual interests.

"Ok, so it looks like he enjoys bondage, roleplay, sla- WHAT THE FUCK!" Y/n looks at Mika with crossed arms and a raised brow.

"He's into weird shit isn't he?"

"What the hell is a slave kink?! Like does he want you to call him Massa and tell you to take his conservative dick?!" Y/n falls out in laughter at Mika's disturbing words. "Yeah immediate no! I'm deleting this submission, fuck that!" Mika does just as she said, and deletes the entry, closing the laptop right after.

"That's enough for today, let's go get something to eat." Y/n groans and shakes her head, "Mika come on! I have to get this done!"

"And we will! But you promised me food and after that slave shit, I need some food. Let's go to Randy's and get a burger or something!"

The two girls leave the apartment, making their way to Randy's. The diner wasn't that far from her apartment, with it being a college town and all it was easy to travel on foot.

They make it to the diner pretty quick and walk to their usual seat. As they are walking, Y/n gets a phone call from her mom. “Hold on, I have to take this.” She walks back towards the door, completely missing Mika accidentally bumping into someone, "oh shit my-Matt?" Matt smiles awkwardly seeing the girl from the library.

"H-Hey Mika, how are you?" He adjusts his glasses and his backpack, putting more of his weight on his right foot rather than his left. "I'm good! Hey, did you ever send that girl the picture? you never updated me and everyone else on it." He laughs shyly, rubbing his neck.

"I uh yeah I did…I actually sent a video." Mika claps excitedly.

“That’s great! What did she say?! Are you guys going out now!? Did you have sex!?” A few people give them weird looks making Matt’s cheeks burn a bright red. He gives the guests of the diner an apologetic smile before turning back to Mika, “I-umm. Y-yeah she liked it… and no we haven’t gone out yet but s-she did like it.”

He does his best to make his lie believable. It’s not like he could tell the girl that he submitted a video of him drunk and jerking off to a cam girl. She would probably call him a weird loser…or maybe even an incel.

“Well, at least she liked it! Hopefully, you get a girl soon!” She playfully nudges him making him laugh.

“Sorry, it was my mom asking me how school is going.” Y/n walks up attempting to put her phone back in her purse. Matt’s eyes widen seeing the girl approaching them. He feels his body run cold and he quickly looks down, “S-sorry Mika I-I have t-to go!” He rushes past the two, bumping shoulders with Y/n as he darts out of the diner.

"Well, he was weird." Y/n mumbles, eyeing the boy through the windows. She watches as he climbs into a sleek black car. Mika gently hits her arm, "Shut up! He's not weird he's just really shy. He's actually a really nice guy. He's supposed to go out with me and the girls soon." Mika explains as they sit down.

They order their food and it’s soon brought to them.

"What were you talking about with Matt anyway?" Mika finishes chewing before answering the question.

"Sasha had asked him randomly if he ever took a dick pick after Jordan sent her one-Wait Jordan sent her a dick pic? Even after he cheated on her?-Yeah and it was a shitty one too! Made up for nothing! Anyway, Matt said he never took one but he had the opportunity to send one to a girl. So we decided to help him, teach him the best way to take the best picture."

Y/n scrunches her face up, "Wait, you had to help him take a picture of his junk? Is he like a virgin or something?'' Mika shrugs and dips her fry into her shake.

"I'm pretty sure, I mean don't get me wrong, he's cute, but he's super shy and awkward. I'm surprised he even wanted to send a dick pic considering he seemed really interested in his studies." Y/n hums and plays around with her food, her mind stuck on the boy with glasses.

Y/n huffs for what seems like the thousandth time. She's been home for about two hours now since going out with Mika. Her time was spent still going through all the submissions. She found a few people she would choose so she wrote their names down before continuing.

"Why did I do this to myself?" She mutters as she fixes the blue light glasses on her face. She feels her mouth getting dry, so she exits her room to grab a glass of water. When she walks back, she sees her cat walking along the keyboard of her laptop.

“You’re so annoying,” she grumbles walking to her bed. She sets her cup down on her nightstand before moving the brown cat. She goes to close her laptop, wanting to deal with the entries tomorrow, but stops in her tracks seeing a familiar face on her screen.

“There’s no way.” She thinks to herself.

She snatches the laptop and stares at the entry infront of her.

There’s no way that’s him…Right?

She sits down on her bed, analyzing the picture. It looks just like the boy from the diner, glasses and all. Granted she wasn’t able to get a good look at him due to him rushing past her with his head down but she had to admit,

He was attractive.

He had a bit of a beard, not a burly one but one that enhanced his jawline. He had brown hair that looked as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times. His face was adorned by a pair of oval brown glasses, complimenting his facial features well. His eyes were a dull blue, looking as if he was tired when taking the picture.

If Mika’s claims are true with him being into his studies, it was most likely he was studying when taking the picture.

She opens up his application and begins to read his answers.

She finds herself smiling when she reads about his hobbies, finding it interesting that he’s majoring in film. She begins to wonder what his favorite movies are. She reads that he loves Lego sets and looks over to the unopened boxes of Legos on her desk.

Wanting to know more about him, she continues.

“Triplet? Jesus Christ his mom had her hands full.” Her curiosity is peaked and she grabs her phone and opens up Instagram.

She searches for his name and clicks on the first profile. Sure enough, it’s his account.

He only has 100 followers, most of them being family and the few people he met in school. She scrolls through his pictures and comes to the conclusion that he has a simple life.

Lots of pictures of him and his brothers, some of him and his parents, and some with a dog.

She throws her phone down and goes back to his form.

She gets to his sexual interests and to her surprise, she finds that he doesn’t have any, stating that he doesn’t know of his interests but is open to almost anything.

Most guys his age would know their kinks and what they prefer in bed by now.

“Maybe he only has had vanilla sex.” She looks at her cat, waiting for the animal to answer.

When the cat doesn’t answer, she looks back at the screen.

There’s no way he’s a virgin…Right? He watches her streams, he couldn’t be a virgin.

She wants to text Mika and tell her about Matt's entry, but she doesn’t want to put Matt’s business out there, especially if he’s as shy and closed off as Mika makes him out to be.

She reads the rest of his entry before getting to the first video.

She adjusts the way she’s sitting and takes a sip of water before pressing play.

“Take five,” she giggles hearing the annoyance in his voice.

She watches the video and is surprised to hear his words. Most of the entry videos have been people saying that the reason they should win is because they have money, or they will give her the best dick of her life. They were cocky and Y/n found that unattractive.

She didn’t grow up with a lot of money, so people flaunting it and spending it like crazy rubbed her in all the wrong ways.

Matt on the other end was a bit more soft spoken and actually treating her like she was human, admitting that none of the other contenders should be able to take her out due to her being too good for them. He also didn't flaunt his money, granted he was a college student so he was probably broke anyway but,

It was a change of pace that she loved.

She knew what she was getting into when becoming a cam girl, being treated like she was an object rather than a human. His words made her feel,

Good.

The video ends and her heart races when she scrolls down. She was expecting to see a picture of his dick, not a video that’s 10 minutes long.

The thumbnail is of Matt in bed, getting ready to pull his pants down.

She hesitates as she presses play.

The video starts with shuffling being heard before Matt’s body clumsily falls onto the bed.

She notices the only sources of light are purple LED's and a sunlamp casting a warm glow onto the bed.

She finds herself attracted to the setting, it was almost cinematic. The way the lights cast a spotlight on him, an aura of orange, yellow, and purple covering his body.

She watches his tattooed arm pull his laptop closer, noticing an old stream of hers being pulled up. He hooks his fingers into his sweats, before releasing his hard and aching cock.

Y/n’s mouth waters.

He seemed to be about a good 7 inches, having a mushroom top. It wasn’t that girthy, but she knew that it would feel mind-blowing, especially with the thick vein running up the side.

He presses play on the video and begins to jerk himself off, spitting on his own cock.

She feels that familiar ache in between her legs.

His moans and whimpers sound like music to Y/n.

“Fuck Y/n.” She clenches her legs hearing him moan her name, loving the way it rolls off his tongue, piercing her ears and making her slick worse.

She quickly pauses the video and grabs her cat, setting the animal outside of her room and closing the door. She rushes back over to her bed and grabs the vibrator from her nightstand, quickly stripping herself of her clothes.

Usually, she would do a bit of foreplay, but she couldn’t wait. She could feel the slick between her folds, the mound between her legs aching and pleading to be touched.

She lays back on the bed and presses play on the video, immediately pushing her vibrator in between her wet folds.

Her eyes roll back at the relief, letting out a deep sigh.

She looks back at her laptop and sees Matt’s head is thrown back, his hand working hard to chase his impending orgasm.

“F-fuck Matt!” She moans hearing him moan her name once again.

“P-please let me cum m-mommy, I’ll be a good boy!” His submissive pleas do something to Y/n, unlocking a part of her that she didn’t even know was there.

She never found herself interested in guys calling her mommy, thinking they had some type of mommy issues and wanting her to baby them. But for some reason, she loved hearing Matt call her mommy and beg.

She could tell that he was close by the way he sped up his hand and the way his chest moved up and down quickly. She’s close as well, the urge to “pee” only getting stronger as the vibrations go on.

“Fuck fuck fu-“ she watches as his head hangs low biting his lip, his stomach clenching as white ribbons spurt out, some landing on his chest and face.

She yelps and arches her back as she makes a mess on her sheets. She swipes the vibrator back and forth, prolonging the orgasm as her body shakes.

She closes her eyes and swallows harshly as she tries to catch her breath, turning the vibrator off and throwing it to the side.

She opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling her mind fuzzy and filled with images of her and Matt and what a night together would look like.

After a few moments she sits up and grabs her laptop, drafting and email.

Y/e/[email protected]: hello Matt, I wanted to email you personally instead of through Chaturbate! This email is letting you know that you are the winner of the competition 💕 If you would no longer like to participate and would like me to choose another winner, please respond to the email stating so. Otherwise, respond to this email with the days you are free, and where you would like to meet for our date.

Can’t wait to see you again, maybe this time you won’t be as shy and you will actually look at me 💕

Xoxo, Y/n

She sends the email and smiles to herself, standing up and throwing on her robe.

She opens the door and sees her cat looking at her, “sorry miss lady, momma had to handle business. Let’s get dinner started.”

She walks into the kitchen and begins cooking dinner, her mind still on Matt.

PT 2 BABYYYYYYY!!!! IM SO SORRY THAT IT'S SHORT BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO WRITE😭 MAKE SURE YOU READ MY POOKIE @guccifrog POSTS AND GET CAUGHT UP CUZ NEXT WEEK IS THE LAST PART OF THE COLLAB!!!

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Hi!! Really like your writing could we possibly get a drabble or something like that of Middle Schooler Yuu?

Hell-Raising Gremlin: A Middle Schooler

Synopsis: Yuu is a cringy middle schooler that curses a lot and insults people

Cw: Cringe writing. Yuu is 12 and Gn. Cursing. They call Riddle stupid and tell Azul he's gay. No romance ofc. Not proofread

“What the fuck?” Was one of the first things that came out of your mouth when you kicked off the door to your coffin. A crowd of eerily robed people turned to stare at you as if you were the weird one for wearing normal clothes. Each person had matching eyeliner and wait, does that person have horns… and a tail? What sort of fucked up LARP furry cult were you kidnapped into?

“Honestly…” Another voice rang out “Coming through the door of your own accord is virtually unheard of, why are you in such a rush?” A bird masked individual said as he approached you, two glowing yellow orbs peaking through the mask, each part of his person accessorized to fit a perfect aesthetic. Okay, thats a pretty cool costume you’ll admit, but it still doesn't change that you are obviously in the wrong place.

"Um… probably because some strange carriage literally kidnapped me and forced me into a coffin and then I woke up here? I don't think I'm in the right place."

"Hmm I don't think you are entirely lucid yet… a side effect of the teleportation magic perhaps…" the man wondered out loud.

"Can you break character for a second and tell me where the hell I am, dude?" You glared at him and a few of the weird adults around you laugh. You keep a brave face despite the fear building up.

"You are at Night Raven College, a prestigious magician training school in Twisted Wonderland." The masked man states bluntly and confidently like that explains everything.

"Didn't I just say to break character? I'm not playing DND here or anything, I need to get home, I'm not supposed to be here in this weird cult thing… I need to get home!" a few more laughs reverberated in the crowd.

"I'm being serious, this is a school for magicians"

"Right well… I don't have magic. How's that?" You give a smug smirk. "So please send me home?"

The man just gives an infuriating blank expression. "Why, you are here because the black carriage recognized you as a powerful mage! You should be quite proud of that given how young to appear to be! Please stand by and the mirror will sort you into your dorm shortly!"

"I was kidnapped first of all, and I don't even have that weird robe thing! Look dude, you got the wrong person! I'll go up to that mirror right now and show you!" You assume this "magic' mirror was just some computer check in thing. Hopefully when you give your name it'll prove you aren't on the list of whatever the fuck this is.

"My, so hasty… such is the youth I suppose. Fine then, go up to the mirror."

You must give props to this actor for staying in character the full time, but now wasn't the time. As you approach the mirror you hear whispers, and you see 5 individuals and a floating tablet standing by it, looking as superior as they could. Some glared at you, others looked intrigued.

The mirror spoke, "State thy name."

"Yuu…"

"You're soul is… invalid… I cannot read it. Therefore I sort you in no dorm."

The crowd murmurs amongst themselves as the masked person looks genuinely surprised. "Well then. I must apologize, there must be some mistake." You exhale in relief. Finally he gets it. "Mirror, send this person home!" No response. Why was he asking the mirror?

"Ahem… Mirror take this person—"

"I cannot."

"... huh…" You frown

"This child's home is nowhere. They do not exist here. They are from another dimension. Therefore, they cannot be sent home."

The crowd's murmurs get louder. You still don't believe in this whole weird magic school act thing. "Are you fucking kidding me, did I seriously get isekaied by a horse drawn carriage?" 

At that you see the floating tablet mute themselves. Before you could even turn around and ask for the masked man to get a real person to send you home, a strange creature runs in front of you. You stared at it in complete shock.

"Mrahaha! If they can't join this school, then there's room for me!" The weird cat thing talks. Flames came out its ears and its tail was forked. What the fuck, what the fuck. How is this cat on fire and talking?

The crowd laughed at the cat's words. "Oh yeah?! I'll show you!" The creature yells out. You didn't think much of it until you saw blue plumes of flames come from its mouth and aim directly into the crowd. The crowd yells and pushes each other around. You could feel the heat.

This couldn't be some high tech animatronic could it? You gawk as banners catch flames and you see some of the mages in the crowd casting water spells to put themselves out. Is this really another world…? No way… no way. You have to get hit by a truck for that! This just has to be a very weird fever dream...

Another blast of flames is fired across from you, growing bigger and bigger, threatening to engulf everything in the room. One person from before lets out an annoyed sigh and you see him turn to approach the flame. 

Without thinking you immediately run over to pull him back catching him by surprise and making him stumble. "Dude, what are you doing?!" The doll faced young man looks over at you in shock, before his race reddens.

"How DARE YOU try to—"

"Riddle enough! They were just trying to help!" Another taller green haired mad says with a clover on his face. "Come with me…" the man says before pulling you back protectively.

You watch as the strange ruby-haired man, Riddle– what a stupid name–, approaches the weird cat. He raises his arm before lowering it. "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" He yelled, and a strange collar appeared around the cat. The flames around the room suddenly die.

"Hey what gives?! What I'll just… huh?! My magic! Its…"

"Sealed away. That collar around your neck does not allow you to use magic." Riddle states. "No cats are allowed are celebrations, your very existence here is a violation." A few robed figures go to grab their cat and toss him out.

"Damn…" you mumbles as you step put from behind the stranger that protected you.

"You there, child." Riddle states, still looking upset. "What you did was dangerous, you should have never stepped in to try to help."

Oh this dudes attitude pissed you off with how condescending he sounded. "Well sorry for trying to fucking make sure you didn't burn yourself. God forbid I didn't know you could do that weird collar thing."

The green haired man paled and the face of Riddle got red. "Excuse me?! You need to learn how to treat your superiors with respect–"

"I respect whoever respects me regardless of age! And you're not superior at all! You throw tantrums like a kid!" You spat back and the crowd seemed to laugh. The green haired man tries to pull you back. "Come on now, Yuu try to be nice…"

"Why would I? He's the one that started it! He can start yelling at people for no good reason but I can't? Hell who the fuck even names their kid Riddle its such a stupid name!"

Riddle was fuming at this point and everyone just seemed to either cringe or watch in rapt excitement. "IT IS NOT! You have not followed a single rule of the entrance ceremony! Those who don't follow the rules should be punished! Especially rude ones like you!"

"Did you not hear the mirror? I'm not from this world! I literally don't know any rules at all! How are you gonna get mad at me for that?! You're the one that keeps yelling for no reason and then getting mad at me for giving back the same energy? And now you're trying to threaten me!"

"Enough!" The red head yells. "Apologize now or it's off with your head!"

"Oh no my magic that I totally have! I'm so scared! Go ahead and do it! You're only punishing me because I'm right! You can't ever comprehend being wrong so you need to make yourself look stronger in every other way because you're a coward and a control freak! I may not have been in this world long, but something tells me in the real world you can't collar everyone that upsets you! You're a coward and a god damn fucking tyrant that feels the need to prove himself superior to a fucking TWELVE year old just because I had the audacity to try and help you! I am twelve and everyone here appears to be an adult yet none of you are actually helping me! I wanna go home!"

"Enough!" The masked man's voice yells out and you huff and look away. "That is enough for both of you." You look over at another man with blueish hair and glasses along with a mole struggling to hold in a laugh. You narrow your eyes. "Oh I just KNOW your bitch ass isn't laughing with your birthing hips and gay little face!" The man's eyes widen and he stares in shock for moment before looking down at himself. The crowd erupts in laughter.

"Yuu!" The masked man reprimands before sighing. "Dorm leaders! Take your students to their new homes! I will deal with this… situation" As everyone left, you glared at Crowley.

"It's about time you fucking listened me, hot topic wannabe ass." Crowley could tell that this child would fit in perfectly here.

#middle schooler yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst meme #twst memes #twst crack #crack #twst x reader #trey clover x reader #trey clover

[bifuriouswaterbender]

@steddieholidaydrabbles is doing some warm up rounds. This is for the Round One prompt "High School or College AU," rated T, 685 words.

"You sure your roommate won't mind?" Robin had asked.

"No," Steve had answered automatically. "He's cool."

Maybe that was proving incorrect because while they'd already been asleep curled up together in Steve's bed when Eddie got home, this morning he was being incredibly weird about it.

"You didn't leave a sock or text me or anything," Eddie hissed in his ear when Robin was using the en-suite bathroom that Steve praised for existing every single day.

He'd done the communal shower thing for sports in high school. He didn't mind avoiding it now.

Steve just shrugged and kept digging in his dresser for a shirt he knew Robin had jokingly tucked in his bags before they'd moved in. "I didn't need to. We weren't doing anything but sleeping."

"Right." Eddie sounded doubtful, but Steve ignored him.

He knocked on the bathroom door. "Got a shirt for you."

It opened a crack and Robin's arm stuck through like some kind of little raccoon. Steve laughed as he handed it over.

The door shut firmly behind him, he turned back around, surprised at the look on Eddie's face. "What?"

Eddie shrugged and flopped down in his desk chair, barely avoiding hitting his head on the underside of his bed. "I dunno, I guess I'm just surprised."

"By what?"

Eddie's eyes darted to the door before settling back at Steve. "I mean this definitely doesn't feel like it was a random hookup or anything."

Steve snorted. "It definitely wasn't."

Eddie nodded, his face grim. He dropped his voice as he said, "And that means you've put me in a fucked up and really awkward place, man. You talk all the time about going out and maybe finding somebody at a party to hook up with. I don't think you really have hooked up with anyone, but am I supposed to keep that a secret from your girlfriend?"

Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times before getting out, "Girlfriend?" Then he lost it.

The bathroom door opened behind him, and Steve heard Robin move closer. "What's so funny?" she asked.

Eddie looked stricken, but Steve managed to get out between his chuckles, "Eddie thinks we're dating."

Steve turned to see her face directly, and the priceless way she wrinkled her nose in disgust sent him into another wave of laughter, this one hard enough to force tears from his eyes.

"What the fuck," Eddie deadpanned.

"Sorry," Steve sputtered, even as Robin shook her head.

"We're not dating," she said flatly.

"I, um, am gathering that," Eddie said, his eyes rapidly flicking between them.

"Platonic," Robin said.

"With a capital P," Steve added, still wheezing.

"Besides," Robin continued, "I'm not interested in men. I'm a lesbian."

For a moment, the room was still. Then Steve found himself throwing her into a hug. "I'm so proud of you! Oh my god, you said it in front of someone!"

Robin's face turned pink, but she hugged him back. "Yeah, and you're kinda ruining that moment, dingus."

Steve sobered up immediately. He pulled back but didn't let go of her completely. With the way she leaned against his side, Steve had to assume she approved. "Sorry." He turned his gaze back to Eddie. "Well?"

Eddie, clearly unsure how he was supposed to react, blurted out, "I'm gay."

"Really?"

Robin elbowed Steve in the side for that, but he stayed focused on Eddie's panicked expression.

"Is that going to be a problem?" Eddie asked. He moved like he was trying to sound tough, but it did not come out that way.

Steve felt a stab of guilt for making him think he might be in danger.

"No, absolutely not!" Steve insisted. "I'm bisexual!"

This time Robin squealed. She was in his face before Steve could even process Eddie's reaction. "And now I'm proud of you!" she declared. "Have you told anybody but me? That's so awesome!"

Steve made eye contact with Eddie around her as a slow smile spread across his roommate's face.

"Yeah," Steve said. "I think it is."

With the way Eddie was looking at him now, it was going to be.

#steddie #stobin #st fanfic #st microfic #steddie fanfic #steddie microfic #my writing #my fanfic

[star-suh]

Love for Sale

Lee Sangyeon x Male Reader

cw: top sangyeon, college au, pwp, age gap (sangyeon is 30 and reader is 20+), sex toy, blowjob, fingering, window sex, frottage, spit as lube, sir kink(?), facial, implied multiple rounds, happy ending (but not that kind of happy ending 😏).

—

y/n was struggling to pay his college, his part-time job was no longer enough. one day while looking at the profiles on a dating app he saw one that caught his attention, the most handsome man he had ever seen, he tapped the profile displaying all his personal info "sangyeon huh?.. and he's looking for a sugar baby… interesting".

y/n send a “hello” which was answered almost immediately by sangyeon "hello handsome." y/n decided to be forward and wrote "i’m interested in the sugar baby thing. i really need the money.", “well then i suppose you know how this works” replied sangyeon…

sangyeon sent y/n the address of the hotel and the room number so they could meet there. “ok y/n you got this” he declared, slapping gently his right cheek. y/n hasn't had sex in over a year so he's a little nervous "damn" he shouted in a low tone "have i prepared myself well?" he asked himself as the elevator went up, "what if he fucks me but then doesn't pay me?" millions of scenarios came to his mind until the elevator doors finally opened bringing him out of his thoughts. walking slowly y/n looked door to door looking for the correct room number... "it's here... it's fine y/n do it for the money" he sighed.

y/n knocked on the door, a few seconds later it opened revealing the sexy man behind it "welcome" he greeted "sangyeon, nice to meet you" he extended his hand to shake y/n's "oh... hello haha ​​it-it's y/n". sangyeon laughed when he saw the boy, "wipe your drool," he joked, murmuring a "cute” very quietly that y/n didn't hear.

"well, let's do it" says y/n causing a smirk to appear on sangyeon's face "so eager, aren't we?" the older grabs y/n by his chin, guiding him towards his lips to give him a kiss. lips clashing together, their tongues exploring the inside of each other's mouths sharing the saliva between them. sangyeon's hand went down y/n's pants unbuckling the belt and then discarding it along with the underwear, he continued going down until he touched something metallic "umm what is this?" he broke the kiss to look. "uhh it's a plug... i thought that since you're a busy man you wouldn't have much time so... i prepared myself before coming here..", "how thoughtful" the older smiled, kissing and licking the younger's neck.

y/n sat face to face with sangyeon, bringing both cocks together with his hands and began to rub them, the friction causing a delicious heat. y/n could feel how sangyeon's cock was growing in his hands getting bigger and thicker "sir you have a fat monster cock" he moaned.

the top grabs the other by the shoulders moving towards him, putting his lips close to the other's ear and with a low and sexy voice he whispers "and you're going to have it all inside you soon”.

"that's it, spit on it, cover it all with your saliva" sangyeon demanded and the other male just obeyed starting to suck his cock, trying to leave it as wet as possible using his tongue to smear the saliva all over his shaft with a little going down to his balls and dripping from there. “i think this is enough sir” y/n talked with his mouth still stuffed.

y/n sat on sangyeon, feeling the pleasant contrast between the cold saliva and the hot dick he was about to ride. moving his hips up and down feeling every vein of that fat cock. sangyeon's satisfied face let y/n know that he was doing a good job "that's it, keep it up" the top groaned, his huge veiny hands groping y/n's ass cheeks then using them to guide him to speed up his movements. these movements were so erratic that at one point sangyeon's cock came out of the hole with a 'pop' sound. “you're doing a good job” praised the man fingering the used hole.

sangyeon tapped y/n's thigh twice to get him to stand up, he grabbed his hand walking towards the window. “no one will be able to see us from here" he murmured, biting the other's ear. y/n was being pressed by sangyeon's huge frame against the window, watching as his dick hit the window every time sangyeon gave a hard thrust, staining it with his pre-cum "shit you're leaking a lot... apparently you like the idea of ​​being seen huh?”. y/n shook his head saying no, “what was that? you're saying no but your body says otherwise”.

y/n was a mess of moans and embarrasment, he couldn't deny the enormous pleasure that sangyeon was making him feel, he was reaching places that no one else had reached before, opening him to new experiences and sensations. "you make me feel so good sir sangyeon, i want more" the younger begged. "believe me, from now on you're going to have a lot more of this" said the other, inserting his fingers into the abused hole along with his cock, overstimulating the boy so much that he came untouched, his cock splurting cum that landed on the window, " a masterpiece" the taller laughed, "now be a good boy and kneel in front of me" y/n obeyed and waited there with his mouth open and tongue out as sangyeon jerked off, his loud moans reaching y/n's dick directly making it hard again. “shit” he moaned spilling his seed on y/n, covering his face and part of his chest.

both share a kiss “it looks that your friend wants more” y/n tapped on sangyeon's still hard dick making it bounce, sangyeon's sexy smirk appeared again “round 2?”...

months have passed since the first meeting between the two of them, what started simply as a money-sex relationship ended with both of them catching feelings for each other. on one of the few dates where they had dinner, sangyeon decided to take the first step and confess his feelings for the other, however he was prepared to be rejected. “i think i love you too" those simple words filled the older's heart with so much joy that he just screamed with excitement, drawing the attention of the other customers "i'm sorry, keep enjoying your food" he apologized and the only thing y/n did was laughing at him feeling secondhand embarrassment. nowadays the couple is very happy, knowing that they have each other for the rest of their lives.

#lee sangyeon x male reader #sangyeon x male reader #lee sangyeon x male reader smut #sangyeon x male reader smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #sangyeon smut

[shadowlali]

drabble #1 | phillip graves x fem!reader

[18+] summary: Phillip cheats on his wife with you. wc:~400 masterlist | AO3

He sinks his fingers into your hips, keeping your pussy flush to his mouth. Phillip is needy and desperate as you ride his face. He sucks and licks the juices that cover your inner thighs, then back up to your swollen cunt. You tremble in Phillip’s hold, leaning to keep your hands on his lower stomach as you ride his face. 

This is wrong on so many levels. One, he’s your neighbor–your married neighbor. Two, you’re young, practically half his age. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but the moment you arrived from college for spring break, your mother sent you with a plate of freshly baked cookies to say hello to the new neighbors. 

He opened the door bare-chested and with an easy going smile. Phillip asked what you were studying and if you were old enough to drink. A few sips of his whiskey and you landed right in his lap, his fingers quickly moving your panties to the side while you slid down on his cock, bouncing as if your life depended on it.

His hand covered your mouth to stop your high pitched moans from reaching his wife’s ears. She was upstairs napping, having had a long tennis lesson. 

And sure, she caught you swallowing her husband’s cock a few days later, after her lesson finished early. Phillip simply told you to stay on your knees, doll while he calmed his wife.

The promise of a new handbag and the eventual end to this affair once you return to college, calmed her down significantly. She made sure you're on birth control and made you promise you’d give him back by the end of next week. 

You don’t want to take Phillip away from her, you just want to play with him while you’re here. None of the guys at school can eat your pussy until you’re crying from overstimulation or fuck you hard enough that you become too cock-drunk to remember your own name. So far, only Phillip can do that for you.

You lean forward a little more, feeling Phillip latch onto your clit and move his hand to slap your ass. You suck on his tip, sliding your tongue over the slit before opening your mouth wide to accommodate his size.

You know he’ll only let you suck him for a few more minutes until he decides to drag you to the edge of the bed and fuck his cum inside of you. 

Once the both of you are done, he’ll prepare a warm bath and you’ll help him change the sheets before his wife gets home. And you’ll keep your promise that you’ll give him back.

Even if his cock fits perfectly inside your cunt and his fingers know how to tug your nipples until you’re coming, you’ll give him back. You have to...right?

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a/n: i'm going to do little drabbles like this every once in a while that won't have a ton of structure like my other works and definitely not proofread lol

#phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x female reader #phillip graves smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 #phillip graves #cod mw2 smut #graves x reader #graves x you #shadowlali

[m-ayo-o]

Step 1:

Taurus. She/her.

I'm very reserved and take too much time to warm up to someone. Into paranormal/crime stuff. People call me ice queen and say give horror vibes. Everyone thinks i'm very intimidating that is only until I grow close to them. I think it's just funny. I'm also pretty funny. Well I uh have commitment issues 😳..i leave people in the past (🚩).. also um insecure of my face. .aaand i am a switch (can be very subby/dummy.. depends) I don't really know what's common/unusual about Taurus though. [Not me struggling to bring up points about myself]

Step 2:

A cute love letter with little suggestive (don't want downright smut ^^” )

Step 3:

♐︎ SAGITTARIUS : SATORU GOJO ♐︎

I have been typing this out since I sent the ask regarding this event..damn I'm so bad at this urgh👎

Give me whatever you have 😭

i t s ⋆ w r i t t e n ⋆ i n ⋆ t h e ⋆ s t a r s ⋆

zodiac event :

♉︎ TAURUS afab reader x SAGITTARIUS SATORU GOJO ♐︎

genre : fluff / flirty note : satoru crushes on the new girl! college/uni au (18+) i luvvv taurus girls <3 !! so intimidating and cute at the same time somehow!! i very accidentally made this super satosugu... (reader likes suguru -_- oops) wc: .7k

"Hey... Hey, new girl! Fuck, I forgot her name already, Suguru, what was it again? Quickly!! She's-"

His frantic chase across campus comes to a sudden halt when you turn a corner. He doesn't want to come on too strong. Would this be too strong? He thinks it might. His shoulders sink and he sighs dramatically, turning to his friends with a pout on his lips.

"gone."

His black haired bestie looks at him and shrugs, Shoko emitting a similar 'i don't care' aura. But for Satoru, this is major. This is big. It's like the end of the fucking world.

He said 'hey' and introduced himself to the pretty new girl in class and...

"She walked away..."

It sounds like he's tearing up.

"Maybe she's just shy," Suguru rests an arm over his friend's shoulder and starts dragging him to their next lecture, "come on."

But you're in his head now. You're in that airy, dreamy head of his and he can't get you out.

"You didn't even talk to her, you moron." Shoko jabs him in the ribs, attempting to pop his thoughts like a bubble.

They know how Satoru gets hopelessly lovesick sometimes.

And, from the look on his face right now, they can make a pretty good guess that it's about to happen again.

They try to pull him out of his daydreaming but it just doesn't work and soon enough he starts following you around like a lost puppy. He just wants to get closer to you but it almost feels like you're avoiding him. For once he can't get a word in, and your icy cold personality seems to reject every ounce of his powerful energy.

You're repelling him.

This isn't how it's supposed to go. It never happens like this?

He shows interest in a girl, and she reciprocates.

This is... not fair.

~

You've only been at this new campus for a few weeks now, and you know you've caught this guy's attention. You can't help but think to yourself, why him? Why couldn't it be his pretty black haired friend, with the narrow eyes and the soft voice?

But this loudmouth seems to be addicted to your presence and you just have to indulge him sometimes. You start chatting in the corridors and walking over campus with him, but you keep denying him when he asks to hang out after class.

You're not interested.

Or, at least, you didn't think you were.

Until he had you cornered.

He took to 'investigating' (stalking) your hobbies, soon finding out the club that you're a part of.

"OCCULT CLUB"

He read the sign and entered the back room of the library. He's never been in here before. Why would he?

His eyes sparkle in the dark and dusty room and he brings in a certain energy. You're deep in a chapter on paranormal activity under the lamp, but you can feel his presence from a mile off. You jump and turn to find him closer than you expected. Closer than he's ever got to you before.

Satisfied with your reaction, a cheshire grin grows on his face, especially when he realises that you are the only member of this club.

"Where is everybody? This is a club, right?"

"I- I just set it up," you mutter and try to return to your book.

But he doesn't let you.

He gets down on your level, bending his lanky body over the chair so his face is inches from yours, and he brings a hand to your face; long fingers pressing under your chin.

"Hm, how lucky. I get you all to myself?"

The shock in your expression is so clear to him, but he laughs softly, finding the break in your usually cool and calm demeanour quite amusing. He likes it when girls look at him like this.

"Oh, you're pretty."

When his crystal eyes dart over your trembling lips then back to your wide eyes, you get that feeling and you let him lean a little closer. In fact, your head seems to automatically tilt up to his. You're inching together, suddenly magnetised.

Until the door swings open.

"Satoru," a familiar soft, deep voice sounds through the dimly lit room, "there you are."

He shoots up, ruffling his fluffy locks with a definite head rush.

"Oh, [name], hello," your eyes find Suguru in the doorway.

You can't believe you were going to let this white haired stalker kiss you right now. You shake your head and greet his friend, welcoming him as the third member in your club.

You feel that the future of the occult club could be quite fun.

satoru | m.list | zodiac event

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #18+ content #female reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto #suguru geto x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo fluff #geto fluff #zodiac event #taurus #sagittarius #star signs #taurus x sagittarius #taurus x aquarius

[cindylouwhooo]

Chapter five

Gigi’s POV

Loud, loud, loud music plays over the speakers and the floor underneath us vibrates with the power of the base and the force of people jumping up and down.

I would be dancing too, had I not chosen to wear my Louboutin heels. But, alas, fashion overtakes dancing.

Francisca is hung on Pierre’s shoulder, seemingly tipsy and in the mood for PDA, and I try to ignore the intense stare coming from the other side of the club.

Monaco has its perks when you’re rich and have a crush.

Kika mentioned he’d be here, though after I’d already sent him the invite—you know, to make him feel better.

The lack of a response should have gotten me out of that silly, little infatuation I’d grown over the McLaren driver, yet the excitement of the imminent game of cat and mouse strikes over my body like lightning. And his attention hasn’t been on anyone else but me, all night long. He had the advantage of arriving later than me, forcing me into a routine of checking the entrance every other second and sweeping the club with me eyes; trying to find him.

But the moment he stepped foot in the building…my eyes didn’t get remotely close to his.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t choose this dress specifically to get him to notice me. It is my lucky dress, and it seems like it’s done the job once again.

“Gi, do you want another drink?” Pierre asks and I nod with a smile on my face.

“It’s so crowded tonight.” Kika complains, but her eyes shine in mischief the next second. “Maybe it’s time for you to go get some.”

I bark the most unflattering, loud laugh in Kika’s face, forgetting for a moment that I’m supposed to seem sultry and mysterious in an interesting way. “Get some? Sorry, but I’m not about to get some with the people who come here.”

“Girl, we’re here.”

I roll my eyes. “We’re here because Pierre dragged us here. Everyone else is here because they want to get with the drivers who were supposed to be here—because it’s the Monaco Grand Prix! they have to go out! But in reality, they’re sweating ass in their hotel room, knowing they have three days of driving in the narrowest track of the year.”

Kika laughs at my paranoia, “Please, as if you wouldn’t get with a driver.”

“No, I would. But that’s cause I’m awesome and everyone else sucks.”

Thankfully, the music is so loud that no one else hears our conversation unless everybody on the internet would know that Gigi Santos is an overbearing, dick-headed asshole who thinks too much of herself.

Honestly, this might be the time I’ve felt the least of myself.

But fake it until you make it right?

Pierre comes with our drinks a while later and Francisca and I chug the whole glass in one go, cheering like college girls before running off away from the tables to dance.

Like Kika said, the place is crowded as fuck, but we still slither among the bodies enough to find an empty spot to dance with comfort—as much of it we can find.

The back of my heels cut my skin and my toes are squeezed into each other, inviting pain to take over my feet and up my legs, but I wrap my arms around Kika’s neck and dance like I’m in my pyjamas.

The lights go low as Lights Down Low starts to sound off the speakers in a slowed, reverberated version of the original. We move to the rythm of it, the energy of the club shifting in an instant and in a sudden turn of my body away from my friend—I find a l’air of honey brown eyes staring right at me.

Locked.

Darkened.

Hungry.

A shot of lightning zaps through me as I stare back, a smile forming on my face. I keep dancing on Kika as I lick my lips and wink at Lando, whose jaw clicks. His fingers wrap around the glass of his drink and he raises it to his mouth, taking a sip without disconnecting our stare.

Once he’s put the glass back down to the table, he stalks towards me and my face heats up in the immediate reaction of his.

He gently pushes through the crowd, teasingly slow pace to reach me. My heart is thumping at the base of my exposed neck and I’ve nearly stopped dancing—my body to concentrated on waiting for him.

Then Lando is so close I can feel his breath hit my lips; exactly where his eyes are focused. His smile is drawn in mischief and I no longer feel Kika behind me. I actually no longer feel anyone, anywhere.

It’s just him and I.

“Hi.” My voice crumbles with the intensity of the feelings weighing me down.

What the fuck is going on with me?

It’s instant, heavy lust dropping down on me with just one look of his.

And when the tips of his finger trace the shape of my face, then the curves of my lips and down to my neck…then I’m fighting to keep myself out of the fire Lando Norris lit within me.

His hand is now covering the back of my head, and slowly, he brings me closer to him. Electricity lingers where his touch is and our chests bump with each heavy breath we take. And when I can barely taste the smoothness of his lips, Lando stops, and looks at me.

He just looks at me.

My ears are ringing and I can’t tell which song is on. “Hey.” He whispers against my mouth, but doesn’t kiss me.

I frown, almost pour and he softly laughs at my obvious frustration. He moves his head left and right, just so his lips heavenly trace my own. “Kiss me.” He whispers.

And I do.

And it’s all lips and teeth and his other hand cups my jaw, bringing me impossibly closer and my fingers curl into his buttoned shirt and I pull him closer because I need him, I need him to keep that fire he lit up going and his tongue opens my mouth and now the kiss is deeper and needier and I’m so close to jumping on him and and and and and

And I think I’ve just lost my mind.

I place my palms on his chest and his groan vibrates on my lips as I feel the frantic beat of his heart connect with mine and beat in sync. Just by a touch. Just by a kiss.

My world is spinning when we part and once I open my eyes and clash with his, I know we have the same thought.

“You have any things?” He says against my ear. I shiver and make no effort to hide it.

“Just my phone.” I nod where my table is when his head is back to facing me and he kisses my temple before walking off to where I showed him. Moment later, he’s back handing me my phone and placing his hand on the small of my back, gently pushing me towards the exit.

The chilly air hits my heated face and I wince. His hand leaves my back and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together as he leads me to the hotel—just a few steps away. Or maybe it’s miles away, I wouldn’t know. Because he’s honking my hand and graving the skin of it with his thumb and smiling at me and…and it’s, just—it’s hard to focus on anything else than him.

We reach the hotel, and before we get on the elevator he stops.

“The room is a mess. Give me five minutes?” His voice is dripping with uncertainty and his eyes search my face for signs of disappointment. I bite my lip and nod; gaining one of the biggest smiles in return. “Do you want me to come get you when I’m done?”

“No, there’s no need. Just give me the number of the room. If that’s okay with you.”

He smiles again. Ah, shit. “Room 509B. Five minutes.” He kisses my lips in a haste and I try not to deepen it.

Five minutes seem to be five hours and by the time my knuckles knock on the door with the number 509B, my heart is beating out of my chest and the heat has traveled all over me.

The door opens, and

Well, that’s weird.

I stare, not really knowing what to do.

I red-haired woman stands with her underwear on the other side of the door, lipstick smudged and brows raised. But the weird part is not her. The weird part is Lando standing right behind her, three buttons on the top of his shirt that I last left intact, open and stained red from—what seems to be—lipstick.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh,” I dare not to look at the man behind her. I give her a smile, take a step back and speak. “No, sorry. I must’ve gotten the wrong message.”

I turn around and leave before anything else can happen.

Lando’s POV

Fuck.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x oc #fanfic #mclaren f1 #f1 smut #f1 social media au #lando norris #lando norris fic #lando norris smut #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #formula one imagine #formula one fic

[bb-eilish]

Such a Brat -1-

pairing; student!soobin x fem!reader

warnings; Blowjob, face fucking, kissing, swearing, dirty talk, pet names, Dom!Soobin, Sub!Reader, slight nipple play, being walked in on kinda, arguing, light brat taming, P in V sex, creampie, cum eating.

A/N; The second one will be like 70% smut most likely. I’m also opening up my requests!!

part 2 teaser here

full part 2 here

During times like this, you can't help but to reminisce about your freshman year of college. Everything was dazzling new to you and to be honest, overwhelming.

Your classes were spread out amongst an array of buildings, differing in sizes, and smells. You were thrust into the world of being an adult. Your group of friends were like angels being sent from heaven, saving you so much anxiety and trouble.

The feeling of appreciation slightly smooths the edges of your, currently, incredibly unimpressed mood. You should've known something was up when your supposed "angel" like friends begged you to watch a scary movie with them.

It wasn't bad at first, just....eery.

The over-dramatic screams from the victims of the axe-wielding maniac caused you to shamefully giggle into your wrist.

Your friends, Yeji and Karina, left about 30 minutes ago. Like usual, you're now stuck with the rest of them: Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai. And to add on to that, you live with 2 of them.

Like you mentioned before, your friends saved you from a lot. One of those anxiety-inducing things was a place to live. So now you live with Taehyun and Kai. The rest live together the floor under you, convenient.

But now you're seriously considering witchcraft or something, lying to the apartment complex about them so they get kicked out? Maybe.

Your face is uncomfortably squished into your wrinkled pillow, the after-effects of fear leaving in waves.

Why else would they beg you? You blame yourself honestly.

Your friends thought it was a brilliant idea to buy some random scary mask from Party City, and of course, buy the matching bloody knife as well.

The credits cascade down the now dark screen and everyone stretches, and unbeknownst to you, share a knowing look with each other-trying their hardest to not laugh or crack a smile. Being a good friend, you grab all the discarded food and random wrappers laying around the couch, in the couch, and for some reason in your bra.

"I'm gonna take a piss" Soobin announces, you grimace at his choice of words and throw away the garbage into its respective can.

"Y/n, can I use your phone charger? Pretty please" Beomgyu begs you, sticking his bottom lip out and cocking his head to the side from where he kneels on your couch.

"Sure, go get it"

A loud ‘hmph' comes from him and you giggle out a sigh, "what?".

"I want you to go get it, I'm your guest" He kicks his legs like a child throwing a tantrum after sitting on the piece of furniture correctly.

You blink at him and sigh, "Fine".

From the kitchen, you make your way to your bedroom, the last door at the end of the hallway. passing the bathroom you realize the door isn't closed, it takes you a little too long to put the pieces together.

Sighing again, you lightly push your door open and mindlessly turn on your bedside lamp. The main light hurts your eyes so you rarely use it. Your bed sits pristinely against the farthest wall, right next to an outlet with your white charger sticking out of it. When you're close enough you bend over to snag it from the wall.

Being your organized self, you take a few seconds to wrap it together neatly. A second later you pick up the faint sounds of footsteps on your carpet, your first guess is Beomgyu. You wouldn't be surprised if he came after you just to whine and complain about how long you're taking.

Yet, something didn't feel right. Beomgyu isn't this quiet. The owner of the footsteps grips your waist and growls loudly. The terrified scream that leaves your lips makes you nervous you might get a noise complaint. You seemingly jump 60 feet and your knees almost give out, one of your hands shoots to the wall for leverage while the other comes to your chest and grips your shirt.

You pant while leaning against the wall, finally getting a good look at the perpetrator. A stupid bloody mask is slipped off of Soobin's head and he, along with the rest of your friends, are laughing their asses off. A couple of them are even on the ground.

A scowl instantly comes across your face and you glare at them, mainly Soobin. His stupidly attractive face is scrunched together in laughter. You try and up keep up your pissed off demeanor but you can’t, a smile breaks through and you can’t help but giggle.

"You guys are so mean, I hate you" You whine and laugh, shuffling quickly to your bed. Hiding under the covers seems like a good idea so you face plant into your pillows and yank the large duvet over yourself. The laughing only gets louder so you groan and push the sides of the pillow into your ears. Mainly to hide the laughter bubbling more and more in your throat.

It ends a minute later only because the group migrates to the living room.

You steady your breathing as you feel your mattress dip next to one of your legs. "You okay?" He chuckles, just from his voice you can tell it's Soobin.

You don't feel like answering but Soobin peels the duvet from you.

"I hate you" You say as you lift your head from the pillows so you can glare at him properly. He gazes at you for a second, noting the playfulness you’re trying to hide. He laughs and sends a wink as he goes to join the rest in the living room.

You decide you're just gonna go to bed, so you reluctantly pluck your charger from the ground and plug it back into the outlet. Fishing your phone from your pocket so you can charge it. With a huff, you switch off your lamp and collapse back into your previous position giggling here and there.

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Your alarm springs you out of your hate-induced sleep. Being a light sleeper was always good for your morning shift, which you, unfortunately, have to endure today until your first class which starts at 12:00.

Groggily, you throw your legs over the side of your bed and head over to your closet. Picking out your uniform, laying it on your bed along with some underwear and socks.

The sun pours through your blinds and it takes a few minutes for your eyes to adjust. You shuffle to your phone and yank it off the charger, bringing it with you to the bathroom.

To be honest, all you wanna do is ignore your friends until they beg for you to forgive them. But for now, you need to shower.

The hallway floorboards are annoyingly cold against your bare feet and it causes a scowl to develop on your features. The apartment is quiet, something you actually enjoy about getting up so early. Stepping into the bathroom was also painful, the tile being even colder.

The door shuts and locks behind you and you take a second to rub the sleep out of your droopy eyes, yawning as well.

Your eyes open again and your hand reaches for the handle of the shower, turning it to the perfect temperature for how cold it is outside.

Undressing was a blur and the second the hot water makes contact with your skin your shoulders droop in relief. Your head tips back to wet your hairline. Your hair quickly becomes drenched and you go to squeeze some shampoo in your hand, rubbing the nice smelling substance between your palms.

While you’re scrubbing the grime away your mind drifts to Soobin, specifically last night when you were alone in your room. The look he gave you has you pausing for a moment. The more you think about it the more warm your face becomes.

Scoffing you glare at the wall and continue what you were doing.

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Stepping out of the shower you almost slip and die, probably at least. Your towel gets wrapped around you in record time because of how cold it is. The sound of muffled voices comes from outside the bathroom and memories of last night quickly resurface again.

"Motherfuckers" you mutter while drying off your hair.

You wrap the, now, damp towel back around you and unlock the door, cold air is blasted into your face and around your body. Quickly, you shuffle back towards your room crossing your fingers hoping they won't notice you.

"There she is"

A sigh leaves your mouth as you halt in your tracks, looking over your shoulder. Everyone is sitting in your living room, now staring at you.

Putting on a tight-lipped smile you say, "Yes?'. You can’t help how your eyes find Soobin’s fairly quickly, the smirk plastered on his face has your stomach start to churn nervously.

You roll your eyes and don’t wait for them to answer before hurtling back towards your room, it’s cold as fuck.

As soon as you get the door closed you lean against it and take a breath, you'll be honest; you have a giant fucking crush on Soobin and lately your mind has been flooded with not-so-appropriate thoughts. Which has led you to be a tad meaner in hopes of covering up your crime.

Taking a shaky breath you push yourself from the door and drop the towel, shimmying on your work uniform. Soon taking a seat at your vanity and combing through your hair. You decide to forego makeup today and grab your jacket that was thrown hazardously across the back of your chair. You stop for a moment to see how loud it is in your living room.

The muttering has stopped and you peek out, scanning the area. It seems your living room is actually empty for once.

You step into the dim hallway and pat yourself to make sure your phone is secure in your pocket once more. You slip your shoes on when you're at the door and grab your keys from the hook next to the entryway.

"Y/n, wait"

A voice sounds from behind you, a sleepy-looking Soobin is rubbing his eyes while sticking his hand out to stop you from leaving.

'What?" you ask, not impressed about how your heart picked up its pace.

"Can you drive me? Your job is right next to campus and my class starts an hour before yours. I also really don't feel like driving" He says, grabbing his own shoes from beside you. You're on the fence, because;

You want to spend more time with him no matter what your brain screams at you.

But you also don't feel like being on edge the entire time you're with him, you simply do not trust your thoughts.

Mulling it over in your mind takes a few seconds, but the way he literally gets on his knees, clasps his hands together and begs you makes up your mind pretty fast.

With a scowl you mutter, "fine" while unlocking the door and opening it for you both. He jumps in the air with a squeal and you have to refrain from smiling.

"Loser" you murmur, hoping it throws him off your scent. He doesn't say anything the entire time you descend the stairs or walk to your car.

He does speak up though when you ask him why he was the only one left, to which he replies that he took a 5 minute nap and when he woke up you were the only one left. This gets a giggle from you and it instantly infects him as well, the mood lightens and he takes advantage of that-cracking a few jokes. Some of them even have your eyes brimming with tears.

It was all fun and games before your mind decided to ruin the cute moment you were sharing, vivid images of how his hands would look gripping certain areas of you arise.

He notices a visible difference in you and covers your free hand with one of his, which in his mind was soothing.

Thankfully he exits the car when you park before you can say anything to ruin your relationship even more. Heat stings your face as you can almost still feel his huge, warm, hand over yours. Shaking your head you throw open your car door and step carefully on the ground as to not slip on any snow or ice.

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This time of year was filled with hot chocolate and rude customers, you get that Christmas is like a month away but damn. Some of these people act like you personally killed their dog or something. Multiple instances today had you biting and tonguing your cheek instead of giving the customer a piece of your mind.

A headache sneaks up and settles on your eyes and temples, making them feel heavy and achy. Thankfully, your shift is over in about 10 minutes so you decide to take one last order before getting ready to leave.

"Hello. What can I get you today?" You glance up and smile, Yeji is standing there tapping away at her phone-per usual.

"Yeji!"

She looks up and matches your bright smile but it falters, "You look awful"

Your eyebrow quirk at her in question so she decides to show you, searching in her bag for a compact. She finally is able to snatch one and when she holds it in front of you you understand totally now.

You look like you have a headache, a grimace settles on your face as you take in your appearance. Your hair is disheveled, there's bags under your eyes, and your eyes are droopy.

"Thank god you're my last customer for today, what do you want? The usual?" You question, leaning back over your side of the counter.

She nods happily and shoves the makeup back in her bag, you press a few buttons in the register and ask her for the money. As usual, she already has the amount in her hand, she makes your life so much easier.

Telling one of the workers behind you the order, they get to work, after you give her this drink you can finally get to class and then finally get home. Your favorite show has updated its episodes on Netflix and you are dying to watch it.

Soon the drink finds it's way being handed to you, smiling at the worker you take it and quickly hand it to Yeji.

"I'll see you after class?" She questions before taking off. She's halfway at the door so instead of using the small amount of voice you have left you just nod. She gives you a smile before pushing open the clunky double doors.

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Walking over to class fom work was generally easy, not in the winter though. Your balance is awful and you've slipped at least 4 times, even though the coffee shop is practically on campus.

Thankfully this class was easy, you were not mentally ready for one of the harder courses you were forced to sign up for. Raking your fingers through your hair to calm down some of the strands was probably the most you moved for the entire class period.

Luckily it was Thursday and you don't have classes on Friday. But you still had one period left.

Exiting the class you drag your feet and rub your eyes, throwing your backpack over a shoulder as you jump a few feet when a hand lands on your shoulder. It's Kai, and he looks concerned.

"Are you okay?" You both scoot off to the nearest wall.

"Yea I'm fine, just a headache" Your smile doesn't reach your eyes and it only seems to worry him more. But he doesn't put up much of a fight, he knows how that'll end.

Sighing he says, "Alright, let me know if you need anything. I mean it"

You offer another smile and agree, waving you off he enters the classroom you just happened to leave. Letting out a sigh you merge behind the group of people who happened to walk by.

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Today was the perfect day to be tired, your last class was only writing down notes. Your brain is practically melting in your skull and you book it to your car, again, almost slipping a few thousand times. You unfortunately couldn’t meet up with Yeji, she’ll probably understand why though.

Once the door is shut and the car is on you put on the seat warmers and everything, the cold is only making your, now, dull headache worse. You're about to reverse when you remember how you didn't come here alone, should you call him? What if he expected you to drive him back as well?

You're not a mean person naturally so you take the time to turn on your phone and scroll through your contacts.

The ringing makes your nerves fray, "Hello?"

"Uh, hey, did you want me to drive you back home too? I'm getting something to eat”You clear your throat, a moment passes before he responds.

"I was gonna drive with Tae but that sounds way better, I'm walking to the coffee shop now"

A warmth settles on your face at the fact he chose you over Tae, it sturs in your stomach. "Hurry up".

The line goes dead because you hang up immediately, trying your best not to fan girl and swoon. You put the car in park and try your best to calm your nerves in the small amount of time you were given.

God, why did he have to be so fucking cute? You slouch over and settle your forehead on your steering wheel as you fight with your own brain.

His stupid-

Your thinking is cut short once the sound of your door opening pulls you out of your aggressive thoughts.

"Hey, you okay?"

His lopsided smile has you clenching your fists, "I'm fine" you deadpan.

He only chuckles at your tone before buckling in.

"Where are we going to eat? Panda express?"

A grimace takes over your face as you peek up at him, "Hell no, we're fine dining today" While putting the vehicle in reverse again.

His eyebrows shoot up in shock as he begins messing with the radio, he settles on one of your favorite songs. That just so happens to be romantic. You couldn't pass up the chance on singing your heart out.

He stays quiet at first, and then surprisingly joins in.

The whole experience was...new. You glance at him every once and awhile just to ogle his face when he sings. He somehow looks even better as his eyes are hooded in concentration while he lets out peaceful melodies.

The songs comes to an end and he doesn't miss a second to compliment you, "You have such a nice voice". The way he looks at you has the air in your lungs evaporating. If you didn't know him you'd assume he was about to confess his love for you.

"Shut up" You quietly say, thanking god that you're finally at burger king. It's busy, the cars are almost lined up the road and you whine in response.

"Wow, fine dining indeed" He jokes, this time you laugh and go to playfully shove him. The feel of his toned bicep under your hand has you reeling back the appendage. He doesn't seem to notice your borderline disgusted action though.

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The entire car ride was normal, to him probably. To you it was great, you think he's the funniest and you hope you weren't too obvious about it.

Opening the door you're met with groans and complains.

"Why didn't you get me food?"

"You guys got food and you didn't tell us?"

"Aw, did you guys have a date at Burger King? How romantic"

You send a glare Yeonjun's way and he winks at you cheekily, "You guys don't deserve any after the stunt you pulled last night"

"Soobin's the one who did it, why does he get food"

You're speechless, you can't just be like "Oh, because I have a massive, suffocating crush on him". So you don't answer at all, opting for taking a seat at your dining table and pulling out the food from the greasy bag.

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Your hand goes to snag the last fry when a much bigger hand beats you to it, your pout is met with Soobin's smirk. He probably expects you to curse him out and that’s exactly what you go to do, but you’re cut off.

"Guys"

Everyone looks to Beomgyu, who's standing in front of the tv.

"Since Christmas is coming up and we're all not going to be with each other for it, I thought of a fantastic idea. How about a trip to Jeju Island the first week of break?" He looks like he just told you he won the lottery, you giggle at it and agree.

"Sounds like fun, I'm in"

The rest of them soon follow after.

"Yea, sure"

"Sounds fun"

"I'm down"

"Sounds like a plan”

His grin only widens as he announces that he's going to book an airbnb or something so you can really get the "entire experience".

You roll your eyes while laughing, throwing the trash back in the bag and then throwing the bag away entirely.

"Oh by the way Beomgyu, I want my own room. It's bad enough I have to share an apartment with you guys, no offense"

"I'll see" he mutters into his phone, that doesn't sound very promising.

"I'm bored" You whine while crashing on one side of the couch that isn't occupied.

"We could watch another scary movie" Kai says, the group giggles.

"Wow Kai you're so funny" You say mockingly.

"We just got a new playstation if that sounds like fun" Yeonjun says from your fridge. It sounds better than sitting here waiting to die so you agree to it.

The group naturally follows you both and soon you're all doing the same exact thing but in Yeonjun’s, Soobin’s , and Beomgyu's apartment.

The switch seems to be in vain because a wave of exhaustion creeps in and you find yourself asking who has the comfiest bed, and of course, it just has to be Soobin's. Cramming the feeling of butterflies away you take a breath and do the unthinkable, enter Soobin's bedroom and tuck yourself under his covers.

Maybe this wasn't so bad, the smell of him was everywhere and it has you nuzzling further into his pillow.

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Your eyes crack open, it's dark as hell and you have no idea what's happening. You wiggle your hand a bit and realize your phone is stationed right under it. Bracing yourself for the 7 suns about to blind you, you stare at the screen and turn it on.

Pain.

After you get your vision back by frantically turning down the brightness, the time reads 1:48 AM. Holy shit.

You sit up and scope the room, you can barely see anything so that doesn't help.

A yawn forces its way out of you and you stretch your limbs, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and shakily standing up. It doesn't take long for your legs to work again. The door is already open so you peek your head around the frame, still dark as hell, but you can hear the tv ever so slightly.

Shuffling your feet because lifting them would take too much energy you approach the living room, the light from the tv lighting up the open room.

You get closer and realize Soobin is sitting on his couch, by himself, watching something on his phone. You gaze at him, the light from the tv makes his skin glow and you can't look away.

The next step you take has the wood under your feet creaking, his head springs up and he looks almost stunned.

"Good morning" He sleepily smiles, you don't know what comes over you but you decide it's a good idea to make your way to him and sit almost on top of him. If you weren't tired you would've seen the quick flash of panic that overcomes him.

"You should've woken me up, I'm sorry I stole your bed" You frown, you had no idea you'd be asleep this long, you're even more shocked at the fact that nobody woke you.

"I usually don't sleep very early so you're fine, no sweat" His smile makes him look even more tired and your eyes soften if possible.

"You should get to bed, I'll head home" You go to stand but a hand quickly throws itself in front of you, halting your movements.

You look at him questioningly and he takes a second to respond, "N-no I'm fine, are you sure you have to leave? I know you like this show, we should watch it" His wide eyes have your heart collapsing and going home doesn't sound very appealing anymore.

You don't say anything as you get comfortable again, his thigh brushes against yours and you look in the opposite direction of him as your heart stutters.

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Looking back at that moment was common, it's been about a month and nothing has really lived up to that. You've gotten your snarky mouth back and you bet Soobin is over the moon about it.

Your knees press into the wood of your floor as you bend over to swipe at the luggage collecting dust under your bed. You feel the material brush against your fingers and you almost fall over getting it out.

Now, what should you pack?

You're only staying there for like a week, so like any sane person you pack half your closet. What if it rains and there's no washing machine? What if you fall into a lake? Get pooped on by a random bird? Exactly.

So much could happen so you packed for everything. Bathing suit? Even though it's currently 23 degrees out, check. Proper attire for brunch with the Queen? Check.

Finally, you stuffed all of your toiletries and such into the now 600-pound suitcase.

"You ready?" A voice sounds from your door, Yeonjun pokes his head through the threshold of your room

"Yea, I'm coming out now" You mutter as your try and find a good angle to drag the thing across your floor.

"Yknow that has wheels right?"

You blink at him, "wheels?".

He chuckles and pops out the wheels that apparently fold inward, he then demonstrates by pushing and pulling the case back and forth.

You purse your lips, you've had this suitcase for like 3 years. Are you kidding?

"That's embarrassing, thank you"

He only nods and laughs at you in return, leaving the same way he came.

You eye the door before taking the handle and copying his movements, pushing and pulling it back and forth.

"huh.."

You get over it quickly as you correctly wheel it out of your room and into the bustling living room. You still can't believe you're gonna be the only girl on the trip, you even got on your knees to beg Yeji and Karina to come. They both have to see their stupid families for stupid Christmas for the ENTIRE break.

Whatever.

"Finally, Y/n" Taehyun complains, checking his pockets to make sure he has his phone.

"Oh eat my ass, I'm ready now let's go"

You love that you can joke with them like this, teasing is in your nature and it's a blessing it brings you guys together.

The guys get stuck in the doorway because they, of course, all tried to get out at once. You eyed them incredulously, you hope you don't die on this vacation but with the way things are already paying out you don't have much hope.

As you stuff yourselves in the elevator you wonder about the things you can do on the island. You’ve never been before.

You almost snort as they do it AGAIN, they get stuck in the doorway as they all go at once.

"Are you guys serious?"

Some of them mutter a "shut up" while trying their best to get through. Oh, this is going to be great.

You can't lie, you always made fun of Soobin for having a mom van, but days like this proved to be useful.

“SHOTGUN”

You yell while trying your best to run with your luggage behind you, Kai beats you to it and sticks his tongue out. So, you do the only sane thing; have a tantrum. You're not sure if they know you're joking, sometimes you don't even know you're joking to be fair.

They probably do though, as they all laugh at you instead of helping.

"Fine, you're buying me dinner though, Kai for this sacrilege" He loudly cackles before quickly muttering apologies-closing the door in case you change your mind.

A slight pout sits on your lips as you lug your suitcase in the trunk, letting out a huff when you finally get it situated correctly. You find your way to the last small row of seats in the back of his van. The awkward bend you have to do when you walk to the back of the vehicle is worsened when you see how dirty it is. This is gonna be just fantastic.

"Soobin, you slob! Do you not clean back here? There's a graveyard of water and Gatorade bottles"

"I will turn this car around, stop complaining" You hear him screech.

"You haven't even left the parking space, dumbass"

"Don't sass me"

The 'argument' ends with you both bursting out laughing. Your behind makes contact with the seat and you make sure to stay perfectly in the middle area. The airport was only 30 minutes away so you'll be fine, hopefully.

The entire ride consisted of Kai and Taehyun passionately arguing over pokemon, what else could possibly be more important?

"Shut up, we're here" Soobin announces over the bickering, parking the van the closest to the airport doors. Which isn’t very close because this place is packed. "Grab your shit" He continues, stuffing a pocket with his car keys.

"Bitch..." You mutter, thankfully shuffling out of your seat and onto the pavement of the lot.

"That's a weird way of saying 'Oh, thank you Soobin for getting me a plane ticket, you're so handsome and charming'"

You purse your lips and grumble out another thank you, when he first bought the ticket you practically kissed the dude's fucking feet over it, but okay. He was being extra but you still thanked him anyway.

You all lug your things through back check and have them boarded, next is TSA, Beomgyu was picked to go through the huge scanning machine and the rest of you sure had a load to say about it. He T-posed in the machine while glaring at you, trying his best to subdue the smile that so desperately wanted to show.

As you approach your gate you scan the building, signs are plastered literally everywhere about going to some random country, the ceiling is glass and lets in really nice sun light, and different shops; mainly restaurants, litter the walls.

"You guys hungry? We got like an hour before the plane boards" You hope they can hear you, you're facing the other direction and you have a habit of mumbling.

Luckily they do, "I could eat, what sounds good?" Yeonjun asks, walking to where you're looking around.

"Anything is fine with me, just not McDonalds" Taehyun says, getting out his phone.

"Ugh, whatever" Beomgyu teases, joining you both in looking at the available restaurants. You squint and see the orange sign of Dunkin Donuts next to the last gate.

"It's like 8:30 can we get breakfast at Dunkin Donuts?" They all hum in agreement so you start the journey of sifting through the people that linger around the gates, some of them look absolutely pissed, other look tired, and some look ecstatic. 'Same' you think.

You feel a hand brush against yours softly and you try not to make it obvious that you're eyeing to see who it was.

Soobin towers over you, seems like he almost sprinted next to you since the last time you checked he was behind everyone. You try not to be like that, thinking he did it for a certain reason. You turn your head for a split second to gaze at the man and in the short time you almost run someone over, if it wasn't for Soobin of course, he grips your arm as he yanks you into his side.

"Y/n, not sure if you know this but you can actually use your eyes to look around" Taehyun teases you, you cackle at his joke and enter the small donut shop.

You all stand a few feet from the counter so nobody thinks you're in line as you figure out your order, everything looks good. The breakfast sandwiches especially, oh my god and the smoothies.

You make up your mind surprisingly quickly, a mango smoothie and a breakfast sandwich are calling your name. "You guys ready?" You ask.

"Yea"

"Yup"

"Mhm"

"Yes"

"Ready"

You nod and approach the counter, it's not very busy so you're first in line. The cashier's eyes widen a smidge once you order first, the group notices pretty quickly that he has an eye for you. You seem to be none the wiser. Soobin's eyes narrow skeptically at the worker but throws in his order anyway, slapping your hands away once you get your wallet from your purse.

Your eyes shoot up in question, though, he interrupts the argument he knows is a second away from leaving your lips.

The cashier continues to eye fuck you and it's starting to burn Soobin's chest, jealousy nips at his brain annoyingly. You're handed the food and go to find a table that'll fit all of you. That seems to be in the corner of the shop, you wave them over as you take a seat against the wall, immediately getting out your food and taking a sip from your smoothie.

Kai sits next to you, Beomgyu sits next to him and Yeonjun and Soobin sit across while Taehyun sits at the end. You take notice of Soobin directly in front of you and decide to spark a discussion about payment.

"Why did you pay? Now I feel bad, asshole" You mumble in his direction, mouth stuffed wth eggs and other breakfast foods.

He only smiles at your name-calling and dismisses you with a wave, so naturally, you give him the finger. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you suddenly are inflicted with the feeling of someone watching you. The group is busy devouring their food so you know it's not them.

"What the hell" you mumble to yourself, you peer behind the tall man in front of you to discover the worker eye fucking you, he doesn't look away when you make eye contact though. Following your gaze Soobin looks over his shoulder to see the worker, once again, unashamedly staring at you.

The bitter feeling of jealousy crawls its way back and he finds himself reaching out to you, thumb swiping over the corner of your mouth. There wasn't anything on your face but it was all he could think of. Just like he planned, your attention is ripped from the young man and to him.

And just like Y/n fashion you get nervous and almost panic, letting out a few curse words, and avoiding his eyes completely. This time it hits him differently, usually your teasing and name-calling was funny and kind cute, but this time it causes a small lump to form in his throat. Annoyance settles over his features and he remains silent until you make it back to your gate.

You take notice while sitting next to him at the gate, "Are you okay?"

Your voice makes him feel guilty which adds to the fire, his eyebrows scrunch and before he can stop himself he's letting out a, "Why do you care?"

It seems to shock you both, your own eyebrows scrunch.

"The fuck is your problem?" You adorn an offended look and it's almost like word vomit coming out of him.

"You're my problem, go fuck the Dunkin Donuts cashier or something"

Your jaw drops, as well as the others listening.

"Soobin, dude, that's not cool" Yeonjun reprimands.

His glare is turned to his phone as he lets out a quiet, "Whatever".

Your stare hasn't budged, did he really just say that? Anger floods your veins and your brain is screaming at you to say something, but you can't. So you look away, out the window at the awaiting airplanes.

Hurt settles over your heart and the look of a kicked puppy remains on your features. You daydream the whole time and are yanked out of your thoughts as the woman at the front announces that the plane is boarding. You all board last and take a seat at the back of the plane, next to Beomgyu and Kai, Taehyun, Soobin, and Yeonjun are getting buckled into the seats at the other side of the walking lane.

You're super excited but the fact Soobin just told you to go fuck some random dude still hangs over your head.

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The plane ride was only an hour-long so you only got some apple juice to satiate you. You sat there, thinking and mulling over what happened a thousand times in your head. The more you thought about it the angrier you were. Fine, if he wanted to play that game so be it.

"Buckle in your seatbelts, we are landing" A flight attendant sounds over the intercom. Chatting with Beomgyu and Kai about what you're gonna do first is almost interrupted by the same feeling of being watched. You flick your eyes to meet the gaze of Soobin, your smile dies and your eyebrows knit together.

Rolling your eyes in slight disgust you direct your attention back to the ongoing conversation and let out a laugh when Beomgyu makes a comment about purposefully losing Yeonjun and leaving.

Soon, you're landed and everyone gets up, waiting their turn to grab their carry on and leave the plane. Unfortunately, Soobin is ready to enter the walking lane at the same time you are. You glare at him and go first.

Meeting the others in the building you take a look around, it looks exactly the same. Everyone is chatting amongst themselves except you and Soobin, even when you grab your luggage and hail a cab to the airbnb Beomgyu booked. There were too many of you to fit in one measly cab so you hitched a ride with Kai in another one.

The house was brown and kind of small, it sat on an acre of land and was surrounded by trees. The taxi stopped before the driveway, silently telling you to pay and get out.

“I’ll pay” You announce to Kai, he stopped his attempt of plucking out his wallet to reject your offer.

Before he was able to dismiss you you handed the driver the amount that was listed digitally above the radio. The driver kindly smiled and went to pop up the trunk, you followed him to grab your luggage.

Kai got his luggage with grace, while you almost fell over. Both taxi’s drove away and now your left with your friends in front of the house you were supposed to be staying in for a week.

“Beomgyu’s gonna get lost I know it” Yeonjun complains, starting down the gravelly drive way.

You expected him to deny and whine, yet he said, “Yea you’re probably right” While eyeing the gradually dense forest.

Giggling momentarily, you take a look around as well. The entire scene looked straight from a fairy tale, mossy cobblestone lined its way to the front door and you even spotted a pond to the left of the house.

The inside was surprisingly modern though.

“I get my own room right? The question lingered in the air for a moment and the partial silence had you worried you’d have to share a room.

“Yes, of course. There’s 3 bedrooms. Soobin, Taehyun, and Me in one room. And Kai and Yeonjun in the other, which leaves you, Y/n, alone. You’re welcome” Beomgyu sing songs, smiling wide.

“I knew I liked you, Gyu” You say in thank.

The rest don’t say anything about the room plan so you don’t think anything of it, you easily spotted a hallway and decided to look down it.

“Are the rooms here?” You mutter to Beomgyu, who’s shuffling towards you.

“Looks like it, good eye”

The left wall has 2 rooms, the right wall has 1 room. There’s one room at the end of the hall, that’s the one you want. You narrow your eyes, worried you’d have to brawl for it. So as fast as you can you sprint down the wooden hallway and throw your suitcase on the floor, claiming it as yours.

The rest pick out their rooms while you examine yours, the bed is a fancy 4 post one with drapes. It immediately catches your eye, the bed has matching white and purple sheets. Even the built in curtains are white.

You also notice that the dresser, walls, and nightstands are also white. A decently sized tv is mounted on the wall parallel to the bed, the curtains that hang in front of the window across from you are the same purple the bed is.

The entire room gives off elegance and it sparks your interest. The bed draws you in and you can’t help but take a seat on the side. You’re infront of the door and can see the boys weaving out of the rooms.

“Is there seriously only ONE bathroom?” Soobin complains.

“Cry about it” You respond, crossing your legs.

His eyes flicker to yours and you hold your ground, eye contact unwavering. You might be pissed off but the way his eyes narrow at you is incredibly attractive. Though, you make sure not to let him know that. His pupils pierce through you, sending a subtle chill down on your spine.

He doesn’t say anything as he eventually turns around and leaves the hallway, your glare is directed to your legs as you calm down from the intense sexual tension.

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“Alright, you all have 2 hours to get ready. We’re going out to eat” Beomgyu yells from somewhere in the house. Excitement fills you as you lower to your knees to zip open your suitcase, a few things catch your eye but you ultimately choose your favorite jeans and shirt. It’s not snowing here yet but it’s still cold, a jacket would be a good touch.

Setting out your outfit on the bed you look it over and deem it super cute, now all you need is to shower and run a comb through your hair.

“I’m showering first”

You look taken aback as you realize both you and Soobin said that at the same time, a second goes by and you book it to the room. He was, unfortunately, closer and got in it first. The last thing you see before he closes the door is the smug wink he sends you.

A soft scoff leaves your mouth as you stomp your way back to your room, grumpily turning on the tv and channel surfing.

As the shower turns on your eyes subconsciously shift to the light seeping out of the bottom of the bathroom door. Soobin is naked in the shower right now, you almost smack yourself for being creepy. He’s just so UGH.

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The creak of the door tears your attention from the TV ahead of you. Just your luck, Soobin walks out with only pants on. He briefly makes cold eye contact with you and pushes his way to his room. The warmth on your face annoys you as you get up.

It reeks of him and it almost weakens your knees. Bastard. The water quickly turns hot when you turn it, as it's already been used recently. The mirror is still fogged from Soobin's shower. Your shirt is quickly yanked over your head, your remaining clothing soon meets the sprawled-out clothing on the tile beneath you.

The water feels heavenly against you and you tip your head back. Soobin make's his way back into your thoughts and it gets worse from there. You wish he would simply open the door and have his way with you, how good his giant hands would feel digging into your sides.

Your hands pause in your hair as your thoughts race, he would look so lovely with his hair all wet while he hovers over you, completely towering over your form. How condescending he could be, how patronizing.

Squeezing your eyes you sigh and get back to showering.

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A towel is tightly wrapped around your body as you finish drying off, grabbing your discarded clothes in one hand you twist the doorknob to enter the hallway. Only to almost run into a wall, a Soobin sized wall.

Your eyes trail up from his collarbones, to his neck, and finally to his eyes, which do not meet yours. His mouth is slightly parted as he eventually meets your eyes.

His eyebrows quirk at you, "Did you hear me?"

"Sorry, what?"

He glances away from you to lean in, right-hand finding purchase on the door frame above you. His scent consumes you and it has you clenching the front of your towel. He feels centimeters away from you when he mutters, "Can you move?"

"Oh, y-yea. Sorry" You trail off, slipping next to him and bolting it to your room. You shut the door as gently as you can because your senses are heightened and you don't want to slam it.

Your lungs exhale and you take a second to breathe, snapping out of it eventually and dressing into your picked out clothes.

You bend over to grab the brush in your suitcase and rake out the tangles and knots.

"Is everyone ready? We're leaving in 10 minutes" Beomgyu yells from the living room.

They all grunt and hum as you see Kai bouncing on one foot trying to fit on his shoes. He almost trips over and it causes you to throw your head back in laughter.

You can hear his own laughing as you grab your phone and make sure it’s snug in your jacket pocket.

Your shoes are by the door and you dodge everyone who’s weaving in and out of the rooms in the tight hallway. You wonder where you’re going to eat, are the places the same here? You’re not sure but you slip on your shoes either way.

“Beomgyu, where are we going to eat?“ You ask as he passes by you, “Um, I totally forgot the name. You’ll see I guess” he continues, “ IF YOU’RE NOT READY WE’RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU”

You have to cover your ears momentarily at his close proximity, following him when he opens the door. A car rests at the end of the driveway, just like the taxi’s from before did. Beomgyu doesn’t look back as he begins the walk of the long driveway.

Unlike him, you peak behind you to see Kai and Taehyun all ready and walking behind you, Yeonjun and Soobin are scrambling out the door, hurriedly closing it behind them.

Facing fowards again you notice the vehicle is an SUV, thankfully big enough to fit all of you. Taking 2 cars everywhere was simply not gonna cut it.

Beomgyu opens up the door and confirms everything with the driver, who is currently wearing stray kids merch. The site makes you giggle as you climb in the back, leaving someone else to climb to the very back row this time; Which happens to be Yeonjun who complains the entire time.

You’re sat next to Taehyun as he passionately plays a few rounds of rock paper scissors with Kai and Soobin. You seriously don’t know how they do it so many times without getting bored. Before you know it the suv comes to a final halt and you find yourselves in front of a sushi place.

You bite your tongue until you all exit the car.

“I thought we were going somewhere special? We can get this anywhere” You mutter towards Beomgyu’s direction; he’s currently swiping on his phone like there’s no tomorrow. Without even looking up he says, “I know but it’s right next to Dongmun market and I thought that would be fun”

You nod at his reasoning and pile into the restaurant. “Table for 6?” The hostess asks as she starts grabbing menus.

“Yea, can we get a booth too, please?” Kai speaks up. She nods and asks you to follow her.

The restaurant has people sprinkled throughout it, nothing too crazy. She leads you to a dim lit area and sets down the menus around the corner table made for larger groups. You thank her and wait your turn to sit, the table is soon filled and you are very aware of Soobin who’s sitting to your right while you’re all perusing the laminated menus.

The feeling of water is registered on your face, it feels like it’s raining inside. You lower your menu to, of course, see Beomgyu sticking his fingers in his water and flicking it at you. When he notices your stare he looks to his side quickly and acts like he’s closely examining the wall.

The water and ice are cold as you dip your finger tips into it, flicking it in his direction. You try your best to stifle the giggle that crawls up your throat when he looks at you look you just insulted him.

Now you’re basically having a competition and the other members are eyeing you humorously. Except one, Soobin glares at the interaction you’re sharing with Beomgyu and his knuckles turn white as his jaw clenches. But you don’t notice, you never do.

He clears his throat in hope of gaining everyone’s attention, “So what are you guys gonna get?” If he’s honest, he doesn’t care-he just hates how you look at Beomgyu. It almost makes him nauseous.

The two of you stop and gaze down at the menu again, “This shrimp bento box is calling my name” Kai says, smiling.

“The chicken ramen has me drooling” Yeonjun murmurs.

“Not sure yet” Taehyun and Beomgyu say.

Your answer never comes and it has Soobin turning towards you, nudging your shoulder with his elbow.

You hum at him and let out a “I’m not sure yet. This strawberry Soju looks so good though. We should let loose a little” They all agree and are quick to order it when the waiter asks what they would like, you knew they’d like that idea.

The shots are poured and the oldest drinks first, he shoots it back and cringes for a second at the bitter taste before coughing slightly. Then you all knock it back, you shimmy at the slight burning sensation going down your throat and into your stomach.

“Honestly it’s pretty good” Taehyun mumbles while wiping his lips, you hum at him and pour more. By the time you order your food you’re kinda tipsy and decide you’re not gonna have anymore. You wanna remember your first night in Jeju.

Everyone’s cheeks are reddened and it makes you laugh, until the food gets there and you borderline unhinge your jaw just at the smell of it.

You ordered spicy tuna rolls and they look so good, breaking the wooden chopsticks you dig in and groan at the feeling. Maybe a little too loud because the table stares at you, eventually noticing you wave them off and keep eating.

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Walking out of the restaurant you really don’t feel like walking through a market right now, “Can we go to the market tomorrow or something? I can NOT walk that much right now” You sigh while rubbing your stomach and soon your left eye.

“Yea you’re right, it’s only 4pm and I feel like passing out” Beomgyu mumbles while digging out his phone to, presumably, get an uber. You don’t notice who you lean on, but you do it anyway. An arm comes to hug around your shoulders secure your position. You don’t have to look at who it is, he answers someone’s question and you can tell it’s Yeonjun.

You dig your face into his side for god knows how long, you can feel his torso vibrate when he talks and it soothes you, almost putting you to sleep. The sound of them starting to move begins and Yeonjun nudges you. The first thing you see when you crack your eyes open is Soobin’s pissed off stare, you roll your eyes and lean back on your own feet.

The car ride back is quiet and everyone settles in the living room when you get back to the house.

“I’m gonna go change, i’ll be right back” You announce, getting up from your comfy place on the furniture. They all hum but don’t rip there eyes from the TV, an episode of adventure time is playing.

The entire time you walk to your room you’re working on getting your bra off, one hand is pulling it off as you turn around to shut the door. Unexpectedly making eye contact with Soobin as you fling the garment from under your shirt. As far you see, he doesn’t react, since you only see his eyes for a second before shutting the door. You try not to think too much of it.

The comfortable pajama pants feel 1000 times better than your other pants. When you get back into the living room everyone is still in there assumed positions. The only eyes that move are Soobin’s as his gaze lingers on you before drifting back to the TV.

“What snacks do we have in the pantry?” You ask as a hand comes to lazily scratch your stomach.

“We just ate” You hear from the living room as your feet end up in the kitchen, “Yea yea” you respond.

Sushi fills you up for like 30 minutes and then you’re hungry again. The pantry opens to a plethora of different snacks. Your jaw drops and you eye some hostess cupcakes, your hand digs into the box and grabs ahold of a packaged chocolate cake.

Your eyes meet the fridge and you steadily get closer, flinging open both the fridge and freezer. A dramatic gasp leaves your lips as you see the containments. The fridge is full of fruit, snacks, vegetables and all the drinks you could imagine. And the freezer is stocked with ice cream, you quickly spot your favorite flavor of ben and jerry’s and snatch it.

Before closing the fridge you search for the utensils and grab a spoon, booty bumping the doors shut after you’re done. A content smile is placed on your face as you make your way back to the living room, finding your spot and digging into the ice cream. Your feet swing in delightfulness as you eat the creamy food.

“Where did you get that?” Kai nods at you, eyeing the food intensely.

“The kitchen is stocked full of food, they have everything” You say with a mouth full of ice cream. The boys share a glance before dashing to the kitchen, coming back minutes later with arms full of food. You laugh at them as they get comfortable again.

“What movie should we watch? And no-“

You’re cut off by a loud “SCARY MOVIES” You purse your lips, staring blanking at the men sprinkled around the sectional.

Beomgyu scrolls through Netflix’s selection while the others give off random movies they think are good. He doesn’t seem to be listening to them though, a sigh leaves your lips and you shove more ice cream into your mouth.

“You’ll be fine, if you need anything i’ll be right here” Yeonjun murmurs into your ear as he scoots closer to you. Swallowing the ice cream you peak up at him with a shy smile. You know Yeonjun is attractive, anybody with eyes knows he’s attractive. You’re just not attracted to him, Soobin has you wrapped around his pinky and he doesn’t even know.

The alcohol has almost fully worn off as Beomgyu finally decides on a movie, “The Autopsy of Jane Doe”.

It’s been about 30 minutes and you’ve already set down the ice cream on the wooden coffee table in front of you.

“Hehe she has boobs” Kai giggles as the screen pans over to the dead naked woman, you shoot a hand over your mouth in response. Trying to not let out a giant cackle, your laughing is still loud but it can’t be heard because everyone folds over laughing. Kai looks proud of his joke as he looks around giggling.

You can feel the vibrations of Yeonjun’s laugh as you lean on him again, both of his arms lay across the back of the couch as he manspreads. If you were any other girl you knew you’d be drooling, but right now you’re just appreciating your friend in his entirety.

A familiar feeling of being watched settles over you again and soon meet the harsh gaze of Soobin, a devious smirk spreads across your lips as an evil thought comes to mind. You shoot him a wink as you “get comfortable” on Yeonjun, which includes resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his torso.

Soobin tears his eyes off of you to focus on the chips he’s scooping into his mouth. The movie might be scary but the only thing on his mind is you and Yeonjun.

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The credits roll and you unhook your arms from around the man, apologizing to him about the nail marks that are no doubt in his skin from you jumping in fear. He dismisses you with a wave and a laugh, kindly taking your discarded ice cream into the kitchen along with the wrappers from his former snacks.

“Well I hate you guys for making me watch that, goodnight”

You say as you push yourself up from the couch and shuffle to the bathroom. Looking yourself over in the mirror felt good, you felt sexy if you were honest. Your hair framed your face nicely and the tired expression on your face caused a slight pout to occur on your lips.

Quickly using the bathroom and washing your hands, you leave it just as fast you came in. You decide to leave the door open to your room, you prefer to be cut off from everybody else since they’re leaving their doors open too. You turn your light on and take in your room once more. The curtains of your bed are sheer without the second layer of curtain on top of it, so after you untie the underside curtains and let them close around the bed, you can still see through it easily. The remote you tossed on your bed earlier lay next to the second pillow, the cover was off white and you hope you don’t smear your make up on it this week.

Sitting under the covers covered by curtains felt so elegant like you were a princess. There’s a creak from the hallway and you take a moment to look, Soobin walks down it. Head tipped back as a hand pushes through the front of his hair, eyes shut. Now THIS is drool worthy, the muscles in his neck stand out and you’d give anything to sink your teeth into them.

Your ogling is cut short when he looks back down as he rounds the corner into his room. Not even sparing you a glance. The lack of attention settles over your heart and pulls a frown from you. Without even thinking you shout, “asshole” before sifting through the curtain to find an opening to switch off your lamp.

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You have no idea when you fell asleep, but you do remember Soobin’s stupid sex appeal. “Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake”. You hear from the door, Soobin stands there with a smirk on his face like he just said something clever.

A tight lipped smile adorns your face as you reply, “Wow did you come up with that all by yourself?”

His face falters and you shoo him away, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and sitting up.

“Beomgyu” You yell knowing he’ll probably hear you.

“Yea?”

“What are we doing today?”

“Horse backing riding”

Your jaw drops, you’ve never been horse back riding before, what if the horse tramples you??

How do you even dress for horse back riding? You decide on jeans and a graphic t shirt, with the same jacket of course; it’s cold as fuck. You hurry and get dressed because you know Beomgyu will leave your ass behind if you take too long.

Spritzing on some of your favorite perfume, you decide to not wear make up again. You don’t want to be left behind.

“Leaving in 30” The man of the house yells, your hair looks fine but you pat it down anyway.

“Can we eat breakfast first? I’m hungry” You whine as you walk down the hallway. You realized you’ve never actually seen the boys rooms so you decide to peak your head in, “How did you guys already make the room messy? It’s been 2 days”

3 suitcases lay hazardously opened with random items of clothing spilling out of them and onto the floor. The beds are messy and there’s shoes everywhere.

Taehyun walks past you and mutters, “Don’t judge us” Which makes you giggle and roll yours eyes playfully. “So, are we eating or no?” You question again.

“No, we can eat afterwards” Beomgyu says from the bathroom, staring intensely in the mirror as he messes with his hair. A pout settles across your lips and you whine once again, this time going to slip on your shoes.

You still have like 20 more minutes so you scroll on your phone until everyone is ready and getting into the uber.

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“Hello everyone, thank you for choosing us to visit today. At the moment we only have 3 horses so you will have to double up” A plump man says, his beard has speckles of gray and he’s wearing cowboy boots. You’re not judging though.

Everyone has already seemed to partner up when they bring out the horses, one of them is all black and you naturally gravitate towards it. Seems like Soobin has the same idea as he almost bumps into you as you both step towards the animal. Before you can step away though the worker says, “Great, you two will ride Juniper. She’s a gentle giant” The worker, who seems too giddy about forcing partnership on you, says. He shows you the correct way to handle and get on them afterwards.

You don’t say anything as everyone else saddles up, “Alright you get on first” Soobin mumbles as he backs up so you have room. You shyly nod and grab ahold of the saddle hooked up to Juniper and pull yourself over her while swinging your leg to the other side. A sigh leaves you until you almost bite your tongue at the feeling of Soobin getting on behind you. Since it’s only a horse his chest is almost pressed flush against your back.

A feeling of butterflies erupts in your stomach and makes your skin all tingly. His arms reach in front of you to take hold of the lead and you almost clench your thighs before remembering the literal horse you’re on. It can’t get any worse right?

Wrong.

As the horses start up the trail, Soobin breathes into your ear and it has you gripping the saddle harshly. God, why can’t he yank you off this horse and push you up against a tree?? Is that too much to ask for?

His chest feels firm against you and you start to wonder how certain….positions would feel. Like him bending you over and pressing you into your mattress. Shutting your eyes you try and steady your breathing so he doesn’t suspect anything.

It’s so difficult though, your ass is slightly pushed against him and it takes all of your might to not push back.

“You suck at steering horses” Comes from you as you turn a corner and almost end up off the trail and into the heavy foliage surrounding you.

“Yknow, I can think of a few things your mouth would be good at besides talking”

Your heart stops in your chest as you suck in a breath, he doesn’t say anything to you after that and neither do you. You’re not sure if you’re crazy or not, but you swear at some point through the ride he pushed further into you. As well as his breathing that fanned across the spot under your ear, it has your toes curling and it pisses you off. High pitched laughter sounds in front of you, your friends are fucking around, as usual, and Kai almost falls off his animal.

Soobin cackles but it only brings a smile to your face, your underwear at the moment is sticking uncomfortably to you which dampens your mood.

You’re the only quiet one for the entire trail, scared your voice will give you away.

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You see the ranch come back into view and your shoulders visibly un-tense.

Getting off the horse was like a blessing, but yet a curse. It was nerve wracking having Soobin so close but also so hot. He gets off first and holds a hand out for you to take, there’s a glimmer of mischief in his eyes as you hesitantly take his hand and hop down. He leaves you with a wink and you’re basically running to the parking lot.

“Uber should be here in 4 minutes. We’re going back to the house to make some food because jesus christ, I’d be going broke if we only ate out” Beomgyu says dramatically.

“You’re such a drama queen” Yeonjun nudges him, Beomgyu only offers him a playful glare.

“I can’t believe we got stuck behind Yeonjun and Taehyun, their horse literally kept ripping ass directly in my face” Kai says while making a disgusted face.

A guffaw comes from Taehyun and his knees fold, he’s probably tearing up from laughing by now, he usually is. The friendly atmosphere has your mood lighting up but the uncomfy feeling in your underwear doesn’t go anywhere.

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“Okay we can either have cereal, eggs, bacon, pancakes, or waffles? By a show of hands who wants cereal?”

Soobin raises his hand after a second passes.

“Eggs and bacon?”

Taehyun’s hand shoots up as well as yours.

“Okay, pancakes?”

Beomgyu raises his own hand.

“Waffles?”

Kai, and Yeojun raise their hands.

“Well….looks like we’re making everything” Beomgyu sighs, taking out the ingredients from the fridge and pantry.

The rest go to leave before a sharp, “Nice try, You, come here” He points towards you.

Cooking with Beomgyu was surprisingly easy, he was orderly and didn’t boss you around. Cooking everything took about 30 minutes and you even ran the extra mile by getting out some fruit and cutting it up, putting them in bowls across the table. Beomgyu and you look at the spread you’ve created and fist bumped, because why wouldn’t you?

“Breakfast is ready” He shouts as you take a seat at the end of the table, you hear their feet shuffling against the wood before you see them. Excited looks dotting all of their faces. “Wow, you guys did so good” Kai praises as everyone finds a seat.

“I only put out the orange and apple juice, if you guys want something else it’s probably in the fridge” You announce, taking a little of everything from the plates full of food around you. A forkful of eggs is a centimeter from your face when Soobin decides to speak up.

“Wow, Y/n. I can really tell you made these, they taste bland” He innocently smiles at you, you can tell everyone is holding in their laughs. So you smile back sweetly, “Aw, Soobin, you really know what bland tastes like don’t you? Considering your dating life, or lack of should I say?” Your smile at gets sweeter and you finally put the fork in your mouth. The laughs that were once held in break free and you worry one of them might choke.

“You guys are so cute” Taehyun sighs, playfully. Placing his hand on his heart. A frown settles on your face as you reply, “I’m trying to eat here, Tae”

Soobin narrows his eyes at his plate but continues eating anyway, occasionally taking a sip of his drink.

The spread of food didn’t last very long, you check the time and it’s already 2pm.

“Beomgyu you really need to make a schedule or something. What are we doing next? And please don’t let it be too much walking” You cross your fingers.

“I was thinking Dongmun Market once it gets dark out, but we can also go tomorrow if you don’t wanna”

“No, you guys should go. You guys can go today and then show me around tomorrow. Cuz I need some me time” You suggest.

He nods his head and continues cleaning up.

So you watch TV as everyone scurries around to get ready, you’re excited to stay in to be honest. You’ve been having tons of fun but you need a little break to recharge. An episode of The Amazing World of Gumball plays and you are invested.

“Why aren’t you getting ready?” A voice comes from besides you, it surprisingly belongs to Soobin and he doesn’t have a grimace as he talks to you.

“I’m not feeling up to it, i’ll go tomorrow” You explain. His eyebrows shoot up then furrow, “Are you sure? That’s not very safe, what if you get kidnapped or robbed?” He looks dead serious and it makes you chuckle.

“I’ll be okay, don’t worry”

His eyebrows remain furrowed and he shakes his head walking away. Well that was something.

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Almost 2 hours have passed of you watching this show, you didn’t even notice it was dark until Yeonjun, Kai, Taehyun, and Beomgyu line up at the door getting their shoes on.

“Are you guys leaving already?”

“Yea, we’ll be back in a few hours. Take care of Soobin” Yeonjun teases as they all exit the door and lock it behind them.

Take care of Soobin?

Almost like he can read your mind, Soobin wanders down the hallway and into the living room in his t shirt and pj pants.

“Why didn’t you leave with them?”

“If you get kidnapped that’s going to be on my conscious for life, i’ll be okay staying here” He says as he enters the kitchen, you can hear plastic moving and the shutting of doors before he comes back out.

“Wanna order some food?” He asks, sipping from. bottle of grape juice.

“Beomgyu said we should cut down on eating out” You say matter-of-factly.

“Yes he did, but i’ll pay and technically it wouldn’t be eating out if we have it delivered”.

You playfully put a finger on your chin, tapping it quizzically while a look of thought appears on your face.

“Sure, but i’ll pay you back. What do you want?”

“Pho sounds so good, what do you think?” He asks while pressing on the vietnamese restaurant on the app.

“I’m down for Pho, gimme your phone” You lean over and tap the order you want, soon pulling back to sit in your spot again.

“Great, it’ll be here in 30” He let’s you know after putting in his order and checking out.

“Thank you”

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The doorbell rings and you have to say this was the quietest 30 minutes you’ve ever spent with him recently. Neither of you bickered AT ALL.

Eating pho was like eating pure happiness, you totally forgot where you were until you were done with it. You both sit back, hands on your stomachs as you digest the noodles and meat when your phone dings.

The screen was unbelievably bright as you bring it up to your face, faintly seeing the name ‘Yeonjun’ through your squinted eyes. The pain dials down and you click on the notification.

I can’t wait for you to go here with us, it’s not the same without you.

You giggle as you read it, Yeonjun always had a knack for making you feel included. He sends another one.

miss you 💔

A quieter laugh leaves you and this time it draws the attention of the man sitting on the other side of the couch. He eyes you suspiciously. “Who’re you texting?” He asks, trying not to sound obvious.

“Oh, uh, Yeonjun” You answer absentmindedly, tapping at your phone again in what he assumes is you texting him back. The giggling doesn’t end and he tries to not let it get to him, but he can’t help it.

“You guys are so annoying”

This time your eyes leave the screen, eyeing him incredulously. “What?”

“You heard me, you guys are annoying”

“What’s your problem? You’ve been an asshole the entire trip” Your phone lays forgotten on the cushion next to you as you turn your body towards him.

“You’re my problem, you’ve been so obvious about trying to fuck Yeonjun. It’s getting old”

You gasp at him, when did you EVER try and fuck Yeonjun? Soobin knows this isn’t gonna end well and tries to get up and retreat, but is stopped with a fierce grip on his forearm.

“Seriously what the fuck is wrong with you? I have not been trying to fuck Yeonjun”

He only watches you tell him off with an emotion you can’t describe, he looks angry but also like he’s biting his tongue.

“So, how about you put on your big boy pants and stop being such a fucking ba-“ Your sentence is cut off with a firm grip to your cheeks, the hold has your lips puckered as he brings you closer.

“You have been such a brat recently, you know that? Now I want you to apologize for your behavior”He spits as he let’s go of your mouth and you can only stare with your eyebrows furrowed. Your gaze is challenging and it only spurs him on more.

“Make me” Before you can even think, his lips are on yours, harshly might I add. His hand digs into the nape of your neck to bring you closer. You’re shocked but kiss back, you’ve always wanted to kiss him. Even if he was an asshole. He pulls back an inch to threateningly whisper, “I’m going to give you one last chance, apologize” His jaw is clenched and you almost want to give in. Almost.

“Make. Me”

You expect another kiss, not the pleasure-ful stinging of your hair being yanked. He takes ahold of the strands at the back of your head and forces you on your knees. You look back up at him in shock and slight fright, which only makes him harden more in his pajama pants.

The outline of his cock is right infront of your face and you wonder if you’re dreaming, but the delicious sting of your hair between his fingers tells you otherwise. “Brats like you always look so good on their knees” He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as his grip on you gets tighter. Before you can protest he harshly pushes your cheek onto the outline of his cock.

“S-soobin..” You whine, finding his eyes through your lashes.

“I told you I knew a few things your mouth would be good at besides talking. Now-“ He emphasizes by tipping your head back slightly to get a good look at you. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me and suck me off, right?”

Your lips only quiver in response, “Well?” He asks, smirking at the look on your face. “i’ll be good” You say in a small voice, avoiding eye contact. The feel of him pressed against your cheek has you clenching around nothing.

His smile is patronizing, “Good, let me help you…” He trails off as he pulls you from of him, lowering his pajama pants and briefs. The view of him fisting himself directly in front of your face leaves you, shamefully, needy.

His tip is leaking and he thinks of a great idea, without a second thought he grips the back of your hair again to bring you closer. He first traces your lips with his tip, the liquid almost like a lipgloss. It’s a sinful sight and it makes him throb.

You whine as he moves to your cheek, the first gentle slap of his cock has humiliation coursing through you. It brings more warmth to your face and you once again avoid his eye contact.

“Look at that, don’t tell me you’re shy now. What happened, baby?” He condescendingly coos at you. His gravelly voice has you gripping the clothing covering your thighs.

“Please let me suck you off, Soobin” You might be humiliated but it’s oh so hot, it’s a kind of feeling that has you wanting more. He doesn’t say anything as he slyly smirks at you, “Open your mouth for me”

You take a breath and open your mouth experimentally. Instead of telling you to open more he grips your chin with his forefingers and presses down on your tongue with his thumb-successfully opening your mouth more. He groans out appreciatively at the sight. You look so pretty for him, on your knees, eyes wide and teary, mouth open and waiting.

If he wasn’t almost busting just from the sight of you he’d probably tease you for longer, but he can feel himself throb in his hand and your mouth looks incredibly inviting. The hand at the back of your head gently pushes you closer until you close your mouth around his glistening tip. His composure slips for a second at the way your tongue presses against his slit, he hisses at the pressure and stops himself from thrusting further into your mouth.

You’re guided down his length and opt for breathing through your nose. Your mouth is warm and wet and he can only imagine how good your cunt would feel wrapped around him.

“Doing so good for me, baby” He breathily praises. You test the waters and start moving down by yourself until you’re stationed at his base, nose pressed against his pubic bone. You just know you’re soaking right now. He mumbles a, “That’s it” As you pull back and go back down, your skillful appendage tongues the underside of him before you decide to hollow your cheeks.

He lets out a deep groan and can feel his restraint slipping more and more and can only watch it happen. “Baby, can I fuck your mouth?” His question is erotic and has you eagerly nodding your head. “Good girl” he praises before his other hand meets the back of your head as well. His thrusts start off soft and you try your hardest to concentrate on your breathing as to not gag.

It was in vain. His thrusts pick up speed and the feeling of him at the back of your throat causes you to gag a few times, your mouth is full of spit with nowhere to go but out. It slowly starts to drip down your lips, and then your chin. Your eyes tear up more at the gagging and now you’re full on crying because of it. And because of your tears, your nose starts to run. It feels dirty and it only eggs on your arousal.

Right now Soobin’s head is thrown back, noises of appreciation tumbling out of his mouth as he tries to hold back his impending orgasm, but all the spit in your mouth is creating a delicious feeling and the second he looks back down at you it’s over for him. You look like a whore and it’s only for him, not for Kai, not for Taehyun, not for Beomgyu, and NOT for Yeonjun. It’s for him.

“Gonna cum, baby. Right down your throat and you’re gonna swallow all of it. Got it?” He lets out between his clenched teeth.

You can only groggily moan and the vibrations tip him over the edge. His pace stutters before he holds you down at his base. The feeling of his cum painting your throat and some of your tongue is almost like a reward. He eventually pulls out his softening cock and looks at you with expectancy. So you swallow it and stick out your tongue to show him your obedience.

His hands drop from your hair, one goes to your cheek to sweetly thumb away the tears while he tucks himself back in his briefs and pulls up his pants. He kneels so he’s level with you, “Did so good for me baby, knew you would” He says before kissing you again, it’s slippery but so addicting. With a hand he helps you up, motioning you to follow him; presumably to your bedroom.

You were right as you approached the door at the end of the hallway. He opened it and motioned you inside, giving a gentle shove to your chest so you landed on your bed. He straddles you, both of your legs in between his. His right hand lands right beside you while his left holds your waist as he leans down.

“You did so good for me, you get a choice. You can get my fingers, my tongue, or my cock” He watches your expression closely, you bite your lip in arousal and thought.

“Please fuck me, Soobin. Need to feel you, need it so bad, please” Your heavy breathing makes your begging so much hotter and he couldn’t possibly deny you.

Before anything, he helps you change positions and move up to the pillows so you’re on the bed correctly. “Let’s get these clothes off of you shall we?”

He brings his lips down to yours and licks your bottom one, tongues meeting for the first time. It causes him to groan and grip your tongue with his teeth, soon sucking on it before pulling away. He leaves another short, but hot, kiss then pulls back completely.

His nails skim your torso as he lifts the shirt over your head and it causes goosebumps to blossom. The bra you’re wearing pushes your cleavage up and it called to Soobin, he wanted to cover you in his love bites. Have everyone know who you belong to. But that could wait, he needed to feel you.

He unclasps your bra and kisses a trail between your breasts down to your waistband, all while his skillful fingers tease your nipples. His hands feel amazing on you and you curse yourself for not doing this sooner.

Sadly he has to retract his hands to push down your pants. He gazes at your panties and licks his lips, his thumb meets your clothed clit and you sharply inhale. The sound goes straight to his growing erection, he continues his movements while you subtly grind into him.

Whining at the loss of contact as he removes his thumb to slip your underwear down your legs. You’re fully naked under him and it makes him grow even stiffer in his briefs. He yanks his shirt over his head and you ogle him, his toned stomach on display along with the very same neck muscles you were swooning over from before.

He gets his pants and briefs down quickly and settles in between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders to make it easier.

“Ready for me, baby?” He hotly question, pressing erotically into your core. You clench as his tip hits your clit and you frantically nod, “Need it so bad, Soobin”.

The initial stretch stung, it was uncomfortable until he bottomed out. The stretch turned into pleasure-filled pain and you whine at it. He slowly gets to moving and it’s addicting, the feel of him so close to you and in such intimate places has your head reeling.

Opening your eyes-that you don’t remember closing-you stare at him while he concentrates on the feeling if you wrapped so nicely around him. His hair is beginning to stick to his forehead and his lips are swollen, there’s a euphoric look on his face and it has you clenching around him. He groans at the tight squeeze and moves your legs to his hands-pushing them against your chest.

“Soobin-fuck-you’re so deep” You mumble out, panting. He smirks at you and rolls his hips. “My girl is so so good for me, letting me fuck this perfect fucking cunt”.

His sinful words bring you closer and you know you don’t have long.

“Guys, we’re home!!” You hear from the front door, along with footsteps and mumbling. You and Soobin stare at each other, your eyes are wide and fear fills you. He smirks as he leans over to untie the curtains on your bed.

“Answer them” He mumbles into your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses.

“What? Soobin, I can’t do that” You point out in awe. His expression doesn’t change.

“Do. It”

You eye him anxiously and sigh.

“Welcome home” You manage to get out.

“Where are you guys?”

You curse Beomgyu for being so social, “I-“ You’re cut off by a thrust, albeit, a slow thrust, but still a thrust. He works himself into you and still expects you to answer. The way he looks at you tells you to not question him, “I’m getting ready for bed. I’m not sure where Soobin is”

Your voice is beginning to become breathy again, you wish you could tell him off but the way he rolls into you and presses into your clit has the complaints dying in your throat. He whispers into your ear, “Being such a good whore for me, taking my cock so well while you talk to our friends”

“We have dinner by the way” A moan is at the tip of your tongue and you suck in a deep breath before speaking, “I’ll be out soon”

The look Soobin is giving you would normally piss you off but it only feeds in to your current fucked out state. He looks smug but so attractive.

The thumb on your clit rubs faster and in sync with his thrusts, in a hushed voice you warn him, “So close Soobin”. He nods at you and leans down to invite a nipple into his mouth, it’s all too much and the fire in your torso becomes hotter and hotter.

Biting your lip harshly, you feel him twitch in you. The action sets you off and you clench around him. He really doesnt feel like being teased for having sex with you so he leaves your nipple with a wet pop and kisses you. Swallowing the moans he knew were going to spill.

The feeling of coming around him has your senses overwhelmed and tears running down your face. He fucks you through it the quietest he can and feels his own orgasm close in. The fucked out look on your face matched with knowing all the guys are here and the door to your room isn’t even closed has him stuttering into you.

The thing that has him coming undone is your begging, “Want you to come in me so bad, please. Give it to me, Soobin” It’s almost silent but has him thrusting deeply inside of you, stilling, and digging his nails into your waist. The slight feeling of him coming inside of you is new but very welcomed. His eyes are clamped shut and his are eyebrows are furrowed, he looks so good you wish you could take a picture.

He waits a second to catch his breath and smiles at you before he pulls out and hurriedly picks up your clothes off the floor without being seen by the others, he throws them to you and dresses himself. Before he leaves your room he stretches a bit and hypes himself up. He steps into the hallway and pretends like he didn’t just dick you down.

“Soobin, there you are. Where’d you go?” Yeonjun says, patting him on the shoulder.

“I was taking a nap, sorry” He replies nonchalantly.

“Well, eat up we brought ramen” Kai yells from the dining table.

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Don't Hurt Yourself

AN: All aboard the angst train!! I hope yall love this as much as I loved writing it ❤️❤️

Synopsis: You have evidence that your husband of three years is cheating on you with your best friend of twenty years

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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This was the third time this month Jack had canceled date night.

It had been a tradition that started when you two first got married that no matter what happened during the week, you two would make time for each other.

As of lately, that wasn’t the case.

You had your suspicions.

The late texts.

Lipstick on the collar of the shirt.

Smell of perfume that wasn’t yours.

It was cheap as hell too.

The way your best friend Melanie was dodging you and didn't want to hang out anymore.

The earring you found in the backseat of his jeep.

The earring that belonged to a pair you bought Melanie for her 21st birthday. You couldn't mistake them for someone else's since it had her first initial on them.

You were kind of at a loss.

You had all the evidence, you knew what you had to do but if you were going to do this the right way, you just needed to tell someone else so that they would be able to tell you that you weren't crazy.

That's where your other best friend Bianca came in.

You had told her about your suspicions and at first she believed there was no way in the world Jack would cheat on you especially with Melanie.

Your best friend for twenty fucking years.

Until you sent her pictures of the both of them out at dinner when it was supposed to be date night for the two of you.

The last one you sent off to her was Melanie kissing your husband and that was all the confirmation you needed.

Your best friend and husband had betrayed you.

You were the youngest of the friend group and Bianca was the mom of the group, and Melanie was well... Melanie.

You remember how your mom would spot your fake friends before you did and would let you know how they didn't have your best interests?

That was Melanie as of three years ago when you met Jack.

You brushed it off when she told you, but now it was obvious she had been right all along.

Ever since the first day of ballet class when you were three, it's been you, Bianca, and Melanie.

When you saw one, you saw the other two.

After graduating high school all three of you went to the same college, got an apartment together, cried over failed relationships, and picked each other back up when anyone needed a shoulder to cry on.

Well you didn't need a shoulder to cry on at this very moment.

You needed a jar of Vaseline and a ponytail holder to beat both of their asses.

But you were biding your time.

You wanted to embarrass them how they embarrassed you and you had blocked out the perfect time to do it.

In two weeks.

At your baby shower for your little girl.

The baby shower that Melanie was supposedly helping Bianca plan but she was probably too busy sucking your so called husband's face off.

The entire thought made your skin crawl.

Jack couldn't honestly think you were that stupid.

Like you wouldn't notice or catch on.

But you did and you were ready to make his life a living hell.

He was yours.

He married you.

You were pregnant with his kid for fucks sake.

But, that's okay.

He'll learn soon enough that he crossed you for the first and the last time.

You heard the door open and you were simply sitting in the living room looking for a crib for your little girl on your phone when he came and sat next to you.

"Hey, pretty girl." He greeted you and kissed your cheek before rubbing your belly and saying hi to his little one.

Did he call her pretty girl too?

"Hey, babe. How was the studio?"

You kissed him back and he pulled you into his lap as you nuzzle your face into his neck which was your favorite place to be since you liked playing with his beard so much. 

He fucking smelled like her.

You knew for a fact that isn't where he was because Neelam told you. You didn't want to alert him that you were onto him so for right now you had to act the same as you always did.

"It was good. I'll let you listen to it when it's done. I think you'll like it."

"I'm sure I will. You never miss."

"What ya lookin at mamas?"

"A crib. I don't know which color we should get."

"Well we want her room pink and yellow, right? We could just do white."

"Yeah, but I still don't know. I like this one but it's blue."

"Let me show you the one I found earlier. I think it was pink."

Jack had pulled up the picture to show you and handed you the phone. You noticed his phone was on vibrate when a text came in.

Melanie- Thank you for spending time with me today. I can't wait until we can be together without Y/N getting in the way.

You read it and simply deleted it without Jack noticing since he was trying to find something on Hulu for you two to watch.

Patience, Y/N, patience

"What ya think mamas? This one would be perfect."

"Yeah, I like it. I'll order it now and we should be able to go and get it this weekend."

"Sounds like a plan. I can't wait till she's here."

"She's going to have the best set of parents any little girl could ask for. I have a feeling she's going to look like you."

"Why's that babe?"

"Did you not see her big ass head on the sonogram picture?"

"Oh, so you got jokes?"

"I'm just playing smush. But on a real note, I'm so proud of you and know you're going to be an amazing father to all our kids."

"Just seven more to go. And thank you mamas, there isn't anyone in this world I'd rather have them with either."

"Can you believe we are about to be responsible for another human?"

"No matter what happens, baby, we'll be fine."

"You say that now, but make sure you put Maggie on speed dial."

The day had finally arrived for your baby shower.

You were excited, nervous, and a little scared. But, you knew you had to do this. It was causing you more stress and that was the last thing you needed while being pregnant. You still had three more months to go. 

You had Jack and Melanie to thank for that. 

Urban had the job of keeping you company until everything was a go outside. At the moment he was trying to guess what his niece's name would be and failing terribly. 

"Urb... no. That name makes her sound like a linebacker in the NFL. That isn’t girly at all."

"Okay... umm what about Ava?"

“No I'm not naming her that. There’s nothing wrong with that name, but no. We wanted it to be something unique and a name that isn’t very common."

"Well then give me a hint!"

"You had 3 tries and didn't get it so you have to wait until she's born like everyone else."

Urban rolled his eyes and let out a huff as you got a text on your phone from Jack letting you know everything was set up and that you and Urban can make your way outside to the backyard. 

Once you saw it for yourself, you were in absolute awe. Bianca really outdid herself with all of the decorations and making sure everything was to your liking. She really did know you like the back of her hand. Melanie on the other hand... she probably bought the paper plates. 

You and Jack made your way around the backyard to greet everyone and thank them for showing up for the celebration of your little girl being born. Everyone showed up for the big day. Your parents, Jack’s parents, all of PG, a few celebrity friends such as Megan Thee Stallion, and you could’ve swore you saw Normani talking to Ella Mai. They were definitely about to be in for a surprise later on when you blasted the fuck out of the two people who betrayed you. 

Despite everything that was going on, you knew for a fact that she was going to be loved and blessed beyond measure because of the village of people that she was going to have surrounding her. 

Druski came up to hug you and congratulate you as you were about to make your way over to your seat.

“Congrats, mamas. Never thought that my boy would be able to cuff you, but if he messes up you know where to find me.”

“Druski, shut up! We would be together forever if it was left up to me.”

Well, he cheated so that option was out the window but,  everyone was going to find out soon enough. 

“I’m just playing, but please tell me yall got some baby shower meatballs though.”

“Go over to where Bianca is and see for yourself. She made everything and all I’ll say is cooking has always been her specialty.”

“Ayeee, Ms. Bianca! Let me get a plate! And your number if you really feelin generous."

All you could do was laugh and shake your head. You then felt someone come up behind you and wrap their arms around your waist, well as far as his arms would allow. He placed a kiss on your temple before reaching down to whisper in your ear. 

“Didn’t get a chance to tell you how gorgeous you looks mamas.”

“Why, thank you. I figured I should wear pink to stay with the theme.”

“I mean you could’ve walked out in nothing if it was left up to me.”

“And that sir is why I am pregnant now.” You responded while tilting your head up to look at him. 

“I can’t help it if my wife looks good all the time and I can’t keep my hands off her.”

Apparently he couldn’t keep his hands off of Melanie either.

“It’s almost time to open the gifts, you ready?”

“Yes, that sounds good. It might take us hours to go through all of that.” You responded as you glanced over to the multiple tables where all of the gifts sat. 

The day was winding down and you needed to do it before you backed out. 

It was now or never.

This was going to hurt, but you were tired of suffering in silence and didn’t deserve a husband that wasn’t fully committed to you. 

Here goes.

“Thank you everyone for coming to celebrate us welcoming this little girl into our lives. I just wanted to thank my best friends Bianca and Melanie for their time and effort with planning this. I promised that I was going to reveal who her godparents are going to be so I felt that this was a good a time as ever to do it. So first, as Jack’s best friend, Urban it would be an honor for us to have you as her godfather.”

You looked over at Urban to see him smiling while sitting with the other members of PG along with Clay, Maggie, and Brian. You glanced over at the table across from them to see your parents, grandparents, and your siblings. 

You took in the sight in front of you because what you were about to say next was going to cause all hell to break loose. 

And you didn’t give a flying fuck.

“As far as her godmother goes, we all know that I have had two best friends my entire life. Bianca and Melanie have always been there for me no matter what and never faltered ever since I was three years old. Through being in school, moving to a new city, and eventually marrying the love of my life, and even being the first two people to know I was pregnant, my girls have always been there. But something recently happened that influenced by decision to change who her original godmother was going to be...”

Now everyone was looking confused.

Jack included.

It was originally decided that Urban and Melanie would be her godparents by both of you and then you caught on as to why he chose her over Bianca. 

Melanie looked as if she was starting to get nervous.

Well, that bitch should be. 

“So, Bianca, I wanted to ask you to be her godmother since Melanie has been sleeping with my husband for the entire duration of my pregnancy.”

Silence.

More silence. 

“Oh, shit.” You heard Clay say and knew there was no backing down now. 

Now everyone was yelling.

“Mamas, I can explain.”

“Jackman, if you want to live to see your daughter being born, I suggest that you get the fuck away from me right now. I’m pregnant and only 5′4, but I will kick your 6′3 ass into the next century forget next week.”

“Y/N.. I..” Now she was trying to plead with you. 

“Melanie, I saw the signs. I found your earring in the backseat of his truck that I gave you for your 21st birthday, the lipstick we bought together when we went to Sephora on his collar, you never wanting to hang out with me and Bianca anymore, and that disgusting cheap ass perfume you always wear was practically seeping through his clothes. Did you honestly think that you two would manage to get away with this and I wouldn’t figure it out?”

Melanie couldn’t do anything but stand there in silence as Bianca came to put an arm around you.

“Y/N, come on don’t stress yourself out more.” Bianca stated pleading with you to follow her into the house.

“Well they should’ve thought about that before they decided to fuck behind my back.”

“Now he know good and damn well Y/N looks better than Melanie, what did he see in that?” You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh when you heard Urban say that. 

You glanced to see your mother shaking her head and it was almost as if you saw her mouth the words, ‘I knew it’. 

You knew you couldn’t bear to look at Maggie because you knew you were going to cry if you did. She didn’t raise her son to be like this, and thought the world of you. The late night talks, surprising her with a sonogram picture and telling her you would be having her first grandchild, the endless advice she would give you concerning your marriage, and she was always there for you when you needed her. 

You knew this was painful for her to watch too. 

Jack was looking like a deer caught in headlights as he was running his hands through his hair. 

“Well, I’m waiting for an answer.”

“I.. I don’t have one for you. I'm sorry, it was a mistake. I just..." Melanie’s eyes started to water and you couldn’t understand why. You were the one who got cheated on, not her. 

“My mama always said you were a jealous ass bitch, but I would brush her off every single time and defend you. Do me a favor and never speak to me again for as long as you fucking live. Get the hell out of my backyard and out of my life.”

“And as for you..” You began to say while turning toward your cheating husband. 

As much as you didn't want to cry in front of him your eyes began to water. All you could think about was your marriage to the love of your life crumbling before your eyes. 

“I...how could you do this to us? Was I not enough? But it doesn’t matter anymore. Me and my baby are going to fine and live a good life and she isn’t going to want for anything.”

“Y/N, please baby, we need to talk about this.”

“No, there’s nothing to say. You have been sleeping with her for six months, blowing me off and acting like you were working when in fact, your tongue was down another bitch’s throat! And I have the pictures to prove it!" You replied while holding up your phone for him to see.

At this point, Jack knew better than try to plead with you.

You were too far gone.

You were done with him and there probably wasn’t any way in the world you would take him back. 

"Jack, I still want to believe you're a good person after everything you've done to me. I know that you’re going to be a good father, but you have failed terribly at being my husband."

As much as you didn’t want to, you slid off your wedding ring and ripped off your necklace that had his initial ‘J’ on it that he gave to you while celebrating your first anniversary and threw them at him.

 “I hope it was worth it, because you just lost your wife.”

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Rookie!Vanessa X Guitarist!Reader. Steady

“ where’s our next gig at Mathew? “

“ why, so you can tell your new cop girlfriend to come watch? “

You groaned, ever sense the previous concert, Mathew and your fellow band mates may as well off been living in your business about you and Vanessa. You two didn’t really talk after the concert, besides the texting and the…lovely photos she sent you. You’d still find yourself going back and looking at them every now and then.

You all were setting up to start practice, when the patrol car rolled up to your garage. Everyone Audibly groaned, as Mathew walked down to the car, Derek got out, Vanessa at his side.

“ we haven’t even played, and fucking karen already called you? What’s wrong now?? “

“ I’m sorry matt, but yall can’t practice here anymore. The only person who has any right to practice in the house is Y/N. I’m sorry guys, to many reports “

“ this is bullshit! “

Mathew stormed back into your garage, angrily packing his stuff. You sighed, putting your bass down as you walked down to the officers.

“ officers, are you sure we can’t like, appeal this? We don’t have anywhere else to practice, we don’t get paid enough to rent out a space. “

“ I’m sorry y/n. You can try and appeal, but that’d cost more than a practice space. I’d suggest looking around for people who’d let you practice in open apartments or something, not much else I can- “

“ Fuck you Derek! And fuck you ‘ Officer Vanessa ‘, fucking rookie Bitch. “

Mathew shouted at the officers as he stormed into his car, immediately driving off. You stood alone, your other bandmates packing up, talking amongst themselves, glaring at you. Like it was your fault just because you had conversations with Vanessa.

“ I’m..I’m so sorry y/n…I can help you look if you want- “

“ save it. I don’t need your excuses…”

You groaned, turning back and heading into your garage, packing up the bass and heading inside. You threw the case on your couch, making sure it didn’t fall off, before laying on your bed, screaming into your pillow. Stupid neighbor, stupid cops. You couldn’t stand them anymore.

*~*

It was late, you were still up, starring at the ceiling. You had to eat something, you hadn’t eaten all day. You got up, heading to the kitchen, as your phone buzzed. You picked it up, looking down at the text message.

Vanessa.

“ Hey, can we talk? Maybe I can come over or we can call? “

You sighed, you weren’t mad at her. You’re here just upset at everything else. You shot her back a quick text before going to make something to eat.

“ You can come over. I suppose we should talk. “

*~*

Vanessa had came, like she said she would. She wore a simply beige sweater and some black pants, her blonde hair still in its ponytail. You let her in, leading her to the living room, letting her sit on the open spot on the couch. Your guitar case was still on it, so you pulled it off and laid it on your lap, opening it and singing. Its yellow metal was cold on your fingers, as you ran your hand over the black stripes on its edge.

“ Mathew didn’t mean what he said to you. You can understand why we’re upset. We don’t have anywhere else to practice, and our next few shows won’t get us enough money to pay for a studio to practice in. “

“ I know he’s upset, and you are too. What about a family member..? Maybe they could- “

“ I have no more family. None that’ll support me. My parents are mad I dropped out of college and joined this band cause I didn’t wanna be a lawyer. I guess it’s kinda stupid on my end, but I, I couldn’t do it. “

Vanessa was gentle with you, hiding your hand on the bass, studying it with you. She didn’t want to be the first to speak, she knew you had a lot on your mind.

“ in all honesty, Mathew is a douchebag. I originally wanted to be a singer, I could be double trouble, bass and vocals? I’d sell out clubs, but he was persistent about him singing cause he was the ‘ leader ‘. So we all just keep quiet, even if he didn’t sing to well “

“ oh, thank god I’m not the only one who thought he sucked the other day. You thought, you played wonderfully, the solo you had was amazing. I bet your voice is just as good as your bass skills too. “

You chuckled, closing the case and putting it to the side. You looked around the room, before back at Vanessa, sighing.

“ about the other night. I’m sorry I’ve ghosted you…I-i never ment too. I was so flustered from your photos, and then my mate’s have found out I talked to you and are all up my ass about it….i just..I’m not good at being a communicator…”

“ y/n…im not mad at you. I knew you practiced today, I figured what’s her name Karen would call and file a complaint, and we’d come up. I didn’t know about the situation until Derek said it to Mathew. I was gonna talk to you then, if things didn’t get out of hand. Did I, go to far with the nudes-? “

You quickly shook your head, slightly squeezing her hand before smiling softly.

“ n-no you didn’t! I..I enjoyed them..quite a w-welcome surprise. “

She scooted closer to you, holding both your hands now, blushing as she struggled to get her words out.

“ do you wanna…see it in person~? “

Your heart skipped a beat, as quickly burried your face in your hands, akwardly chuckling. The last thing you expected was her offering something like that.

“ think of it as a apology…we could…if you want, do more- “

“ n-no! No I’m just..I-I’m not ready for that..I should take you out a few t-times before I deserve that..”

“ alright then. Do you..wanna see them then..? “

You poked your head out from your hands, and nodded silently. Vanessa chuckled, taking your hands and putting them on her lap. She slowly lifted her sweater and bra, almost teasingly pulling it up enough for her tits to pop out. You blushed again, but stayed frozen. She looked just as gorgeous as she did in the pictures, her skin practically glowing in the dimly lit house.

“ you wanna touch me y/n..?. “

“ y-yes…yes please…”

Vanessa took your hands and placed them on her chest, letting you gently squeeze them. Her skin was just as soft as you imagined, as you gently massaged them she’d let out little moans, that’d only make you blush darker.

“ y-your so..pretty…I-i…I’m s-sorry I-I was mean to y-you earlier, I-i..”.

“ shh…it’s alright honey…cmere…”

You gently let go of here, and she pulled you into a hug. You held onto her tightly, putting your head in the crook of her neck. You pulled down her sweater to try and warm her.

She pulled back, holding your face in her hands, and kissed you gently. You felt like you were going to explode from it, your heart was racing. Vanessa could see it in your face and chuckled.

“ if…you want, you guys can practice in my place…and you can pay me back by taking me to dinner~ “

“ r-really! I-I mean..you’d let us? “

“ yeah, I have a open bedroom, yall can practice in there. I wouldn’t mind having a little show either. “

You chuckled, smiling again. For the first time you felt so loved, so appreciated. You kissed her once again, standing up and leading her to the door.

“ well…give me a text..I’ll try and talk to the guys. Thank you Vanessa..thank you so much…”

“ of course y/n. I love you dear…”

You smiled, and hugged her tightly.

“ I love you too…”

Vanessa let go, and made her way to the car. She hopped in, waving to you before driving off. You stood, watching her leave, before heading back inside. Never once where you shown such care and respect for your art, you couldn’t let go of her.

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #rookie!Vanessa #guitarist!reader

[octuscle]

Hey there. I guess this is the place to contact? I’m a college student visiting my family for the Fourth of July next weekend. I’ve been away all year. The person who’s most excited to see me is my little brother Zach. He’s eighteen, I’m twenty one. We used to be really close as kids, but when he hit puberty, he started getting wayyy into wrestling and hanging with the jock crowd. It’s like he became a whole different person; even though he was popular for his boyish good looks and his winning smile, his grades really suffered, and we stopped spending time together. Now I can’t even have a conversation with him because he resents me for going to college. He has this huge disdain for “book-learning” and, I think, is jealous of my authority as the older and smarter brother. The last few times I saw him it was all arguing.

Anyway, just a few days ago, I got this package from him in the mail. It’s this Chronoviac thing—I don’t even know what it is, really, and he didn’t include a manual or anything. Just a note that, in his messy and only semi-legible handwriting, reads “For the 4th. Luv u bro”. I googled the chronoviac and came here to ask if you know what any of this means, why he might have sent me this, or hell, even what the goddamn thing is…

To be perfectly honest: You are putting me in a huge conflict of conscience here. What I can and will tell you is that your little brother wants a Fourth of July with his brother. And that he wants to celebrate the Fourth of July the way he's always imagined it. And for this he has defined a scenario on the Chronivac that will only become active if you execute it. What happens then, I can not tell you, that would be a breach of trust against your brother. And it would be above all a violation of what your brother wishes. Whether you will like it? I cannot say. But I can promise you that I will keep the process under control and make sure that nothing happens that cannot be undone. If you're up for it, on Friday morning, before you head home, hit the "Activate Scenario" button.

Friday morning. You're still unsure…. But what is the worst that can happen. Honestly? You don't know. But just because of your parents, you want a harmonious Fourth of July. So what? You press "Activate scenario". It's now 7:00 in the morning. Your flight leaves at 12:30. Shit, then you can go to the gym before. You can already pack your bag and take it with you. Actually, you've already got a decent pile of clothes ready, but there's definitely some sports gear missing. And do you really want to see the fireworks in a button-down shirt? It's supposed to be a hot evening. Fuck, where are the tank tops. After ten minutes your room looks like a bomb has hit it. And you stuffed your clothes into the gym bag just like that. In the side pocket are your sneakers, your socks and your water bottle with the second protein shake. You quickly drink the first one before you leave.

On your way to the gym, you remember that you left your laptop and books at your dorm. Huhuhu, it's the Fourth of July, there's no studying for a few days, there's celebrating. You've worked hard enough, you're allowed to treat yourself. There are only a few of the big boys in the gym. Of course, all the others are already on their way home. But after what you've seen of your not-so-little brothers on Instagram lately, you should pump up your muscles again. After all, you are the big brother. Fuck! Is it really 11:00 o'clock already? Then you have to go to the airport right now. Take a shower? You can forget it. You go once with the towel over your sweaty body, take a training jacket over the wet tank top and you chase your Mustang to the airport. Now every minute counts. And the only chance you have is to use every ounce of your charm. And damn it, you're doing great. Your radiant smile, discreet dancing of the pecs. And the lady at the counter still accepts your gym bag. And in the queue at the security check you are let in. And the boarding staff puts you in a free seat in business class. Because seriously, neither you nor your seatmates would have had any fun in the middle seat that was left in economy class. Because you really need a lot of space. And because, frankly, you stink. Fortunately, the two back rows in business class are empty.

In the in-flight program, you first watch a movie. But that is too exhausting for you. Then you discover the cartoon channel. And you can't stop laughing. Ren and Stimpy are simply the coolest of all. Especially Stimpy, he's just as dumb as you are sometimes. Huhuhu! When you turn your phone back on after landing, you have half a dozen messages from your lil bruh. Photos of his armpit. And the question if you can smell him yet. To the displeasure of the lady next to you at the baggage carousel, you send back a picture of your hairy cave and write that you beat all the stink.

Fuck, you both can't believe you haven't seen each other in a year. You almost crush each other as you hug. You both would have the strength to do that. Fuck, your lil bruh has become a beast. You don't take much from each other anymore. As you sit in the car and your brother drives off, he asks if you want to do a bruh-reunion pump before you go home. I thought you'd never ask, you reply with a laugh.

Happy Fourth of July to you both!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #tank top

[samaraannhan20]

Harry Styles Imagine: College AU! Spring Break

A/N: I definitely rushed the ending of this, but I’ve been working on it since my spring break and never finished it so I wanted to give it some type of ending. 

Warnings: fem!reader, college!reader, slight sexual references

“How was the concert last night H?” I ask Harry over the phone as I sit on the couch, browsing netflix and trying to find something to watch. 

“It was good. I’m excited for the last two concerts, one here and the one in Auckland. Plus, you’re on spring break now, which means I can just call you whenever,” he says, and I can tell that he’s smiling, even though I can’t see him. “By the way, I figured you hadn’t eaten yet, because you’re you,” and I hear him laugh over the phone. “So I ordered you some food. It should be there soon.”

“Oh, okay. Sounds good. I didn’t really want to have to wash dishes anyway. Plus I just cleaned the kitchen today. What’d you order me?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll see when it gets there,” he says, and then he asks me what I’m going to turn on. 

“I’m not sure yet. I checked out some of the Bridgerton books at the library, so I might watch that. Or there’s a new season of Outerbanks to watch,” I say, and then hear something besides his voice come through the phone, and he carries on a conversation with the other person.

 “Oh, darling,” he says when he stops talking to the other person, “I have to go. It’s almost final check time. I bet whatever you pick will keep you entertained. I’ll text you when the show is over, because I know you’ll be asleep by then. I love you.”

“I love you too H. Have an amazing show,” I tell him, before hanging up the phone. I lay back on the couch, and turn on Bridgerton as I relax and bask in the feelings of being on spring break. I don’t even make it halfway through an episode before there’s a knock on my door.  I slowly get up and go answer the door, and when I open it, it’s not the food I was expecting. “Sarah?”

“Hey! How are you?” she replies as she steps through the door, giving me a hug, before making her way to the kitchen because she has a bag of takeout. 

“Good, but what are you doing here?”

“Haz asked me to bring you some take out, I brought your favorite.”

“Oh, okay,”  I say, and sit down next to her as we eat dinner together. We make small talk between bites, and before long we’re done and just talking. 

“Right, well. Time to start packing,” she says as she stands up. 

“Pack for what Sarah? I’m not going home for spring break this year,” I tell her, a little confused about what’s happening. 

“Oh right,” she says around the mouthful of food she just shoved in her mouth. “I’m supposed to give you,” she pauses as she digs around in her purse. “This envelope. H sent it to Mitch and I’s house, with instructions to give it to you.” She hands the envelope to me, and I excitedly rip it open. 

Dear Y/N, 

Happy spring break my love! I’m so glad you get to take a break from your studies. 

Now, I know that you aren’t going home, and that you were planning to use this week to read a bunch of books and take a break from your homework. But I thought “I have the money. Why don’t I fly my love out to me in Australia, and then fly her back to school from Bangkok?” 

So, that’s what I did. If I timed it right, Sarah will be forwarding the email with your tickets to you right now. You fly out *your* midnight tonight. You have three hours to pack and will still make it to the airport with enough time to make it through security with an hour to sit before your flight (just how I know you like it.) Now, get to packing. I’ll see you when you get here.

All my love, 

Your H

“Sarah, what the fuck did I just read?”

“What do you mean? Check your phone, the tickets are there. Come sit down and eat and  I’ll get your suitcase out. Same place as last time?” I numbly nod my head, as I grab my phone and look at the tickets. I’m scrolling through the email, and then I quickly pull up Harry’s number and call him. 

“Hi darling. I’m guessing you got my gift?” he says, rather snugly, when he answers the phone. 

“Yeah I did. Harry, you didn’t have to do this,” I say, with absolute shock coming through my voice. 

“I know I didn’t. But I miss you, and I figured what better time for you to come visit than when you’re on spring break,” he says, and I can hear that he deeply means it. 

“H, I don’t even know what to say. I can’t believe you did this. I’m so excited I can barely see straight. I love you so much.”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just start packing. I’ll see you in the afternoon. I love you too. I have to get back to work now, love.” 

“Okay Harry. I’ll see you soon,” I say, and then hang up. “Got that suitcase out Sarah?” I shout, before heading in the direction of the bedroom. 

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As I pull my carry-on through the airport, I’m constantly shocked by just how different this airport is from the ones in America. I finally find my way to the baggage claim, and grab my bag as soon as I see it. I then turn around and look for Jeff, because Harry had told me he was going to pick me up. I finally spot him with a sign that has my name on it, shake my head, and make my way towards him.

“Hey Jeffrey,” I say as I get to where he is standing. “Any chance my boyfriend is in the car that is waiting for us?”

“Hi Y/N,” he says with an eye roll, “Nice to see you too. I’ve been great, thanks for asking.”

“Oh sorry Jeffey. How are you? Are you enjoying Australia? It’s so nice to see you. Now, is my boyfriend in that car?”

“Since you were rude, you’ll just have to wait. Here, I can take your suitcases,” he says as he grabs the handles from me. 

“Jeff, if Glenne was waiting in the car you would want to know,” I say to him as I trail behind him.

“Not going to work, Y/N. You’ll find out in approximately 50 feet,” he says with a roll of his eyes as he keeps walking ahead of me. I decide to give up and we walk in silence the rest of the way to the car. When we get to the car, I open up the boot for Jeff, and help him put my suitcases in, not noticing a familiar head of hair in the back seat. I walk around the car to get into the front, and notice Nyoh sitting there. I smile and wave at her, before opening the back door. As soon as I do I’m tackled by a body that yanks me into the car.

“Harry quit it!” I exclaim as I laugh while he peppers kisses all over my face. He plants one right on my lips, before pulling away. 

“Were you surprised?” 

“No, Jeff refusing to say anything gave it away,” I start as I settle into my seat, which was difficult because Harry still had his arms around me. “If you weren’t here he would have told me right away so that I was over it by the time we got in the car. I’ve been around long enough for your team to learn the ins and outs of my emotions,” I end with a laugh, and then realize I still haven't said hi to Nyoh. “Hey Nyoh, sorry it took me so long to acknowledge your presence. I was attacked as soon as I open the door,” I say, reaching around the back of the seat to give her a hug of sorts. 

“No worries. I’m just glad you’re here now. He wouldn't stop talking about when you were getting here, and how excited you were when Sarah gave you the tickets. Hopefully you being here will make him bearable for the week,” she tells me with a laugh, and while Jeff and I laugh in response, Harry pouts next to me. 

“Excuse me for being excited to see my girlfriend for the first time in a month. We haven’t even been able to call and talk that much because of the time difference,” he says, still pouting, as you pull up to the hotel everyone is staying at. “Now, if you don’t mind, we have 5 hours ‘til sound check, and I’m going to spend some quality time with my girlfriend,” he says as he opens the door, pulls me out of the car, and then circles around back to grab my suitcases out of the boot. He quickly leads me through the hotel and to the elevator, and tugs me  inside, and immediately brings my body flush with his. “Now that we’re alone,” he whispers, before leaning down and kissing me.  We kiss for a while before I have to pull away to breathe. 

“H,” I breathe out, “Someone could see.”

“I don’t care. We’ve been separated for too long,” he says, before pulling me back into another mind numbing kiss. Before I have a chance to pull away again the elevator stops on our floor. “Okay, now I’ll take it somewhere private,” he says to me as he pulls me and my luggage out of the elevator.  I giggle as he pulls me down the hallway to his hotel room, and laugh even harder when he smacks my ass as we enter the room. 

“Harry!” I exclaim as he drops my suitcase handles, and simply tugs me to the bed, shoving me back onto it. He climbs onto the bed and hovers over me, trapping my body between his legs. 

“Hi love,” he says, with a shit-eating grin on his face, and then starts to kiss down my neck. 

“Hi Harry,” I say breathlessly. 

“I missed you,” he says, pausing his trail down my chest and lifting his face to look at me.

“I missed you too Haz,” I say, and stretch my neck out to kiss him. 

“Let me show you how much I missed you?” he asks when we pull away, and I just giggle and nod my head. 

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“Good morning,” I hear a voice in my ear as I start to stir awake in the morning. I feel a smile grow on my face, and I blindly turn my face towards the voice. I hear him laugh, and then he kisses me, over and over again. After a few minutes I shove his face away from me, and lift my body up off the bed. I slide over to the edge of the bed, dragging the sheet with me, and stand up, moving towards the shower. 

“Well,” I say, the first word I’ve said all morning, “are you going to come join me in the shower?” and then drop the towel. Harry laughs, and jumps out of bed and runs towards me, and then shoves us both in the direction of the bathroom. 

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I’m sitting on the floor in front of the floor length mirror, applying eyeshadow when Harry walks in from the bathroom, after his actual shower that he took after our… shenanigans, in the shower, where he helped wash my hair and body afterwards, before claiming I had to get out or we would have to do the whole thing all over again. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, sitting down behind me and wrapping his legs around my body,  as I use my finger to smear color over my eyelid. 

“The same thing I always do when I do my makeup,” I say with a laugh. “I don't like using brushes for eyeshadow, so I just use my finger. You’ve seen me do my makeup before,” I say with a laugh. 

“Yeah, but never this close. And usually I was getting dressed when you were doing it,” he says, and then leans his head down to kiss my neck, right where he had left a bruise the night before. 

“Harry, I’m almost done,” I say with a laugh, and shove him away. 

“Good. I’ll stop when you’re done. Might want to be quick or you’ll end up with another one of these before we leave,” he says, and then chuckles into my skin. 

“Okay, I’m done,” I say about a minute later, and then scoot forward a little in order to stand up. As I stand, Harry, ever the cheeky boy, smacks my ass and then stands up behind me. 

“Get your shoes on, I want to get coffee before we go to the venue,” he says, and I turn and kiss him before walking over to where my shoes are. 

“You don’t want coffee,” I say with a laugh. “You just know how to keep me happy.” I slip my shoes on and then go to stand in front of the mirror again. “Okay, wait. I have to put a turtleneck under this before we go anywhere,” I tell him, and then slip over to my suitcase, and grab my black turtleneck. I take off my oversized-T, and throw on the turtleneck, and then put the t-shirt back on. “Okay, ready. But can we take a picture in the mirror first?” I ask him, and he throws his head back in a laugh, before mumbling a yes. I grab his arm to wrap around my waist as we stand in front of the mirror and take a picture. I then shove him away and take a picture of myself, to document my outfit for future reference. After I do that, we head out the door, and Jeff meets us by the elevators.

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“And we’re here,” Harry says as the car pulls into the venue in Auckland. 

“It’s so big,” I say as we get out of the car and I look up at the venue we’re about to enter.  Harry laughs and pulls me closer.

“You said the same thing about something else earlier,” he whispers in my ear, and I scoff, laugh, and push him away from me. 

“Shut up,” I say laughing, and he just reaches out and grabs me again, pulling me into him. He kisses me on the forehead as we walk through the back entrance of the venue, and keeps his arm wrapped around my neck as we walk through. We walk through the venue and make it to his dressing room before too long. He pulls me in and shuts the door. 

“So what do you think?” he asks as he pulls me to sit on the couch with him. 

“Well, so far all I’ve seen is backstage babe. But it is very impressive,” I say, and then he pulls me onto his lap, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “Harry?”

“Yes darling?”

“I’m so proud of you. You’re such an amazing person, and you’re using your talents for good, getting out there and spreading kindness with every word. And you do it without taking more than a days break,” I say to him, my voice cracking and eyes watering the closer I get to the end of my sentence. I take a second to clear my throat and wipe at my eyes before continuing. “Every day I become even more thankful that you chose me to do this with you. I’m nothing special. I’m just a college student. I was just another fan that you happened to come across while she had a panic attack. It could’ve been anyone else.”

“No,” he states, interrupting me. “No. You are special. And it never could have been anyone else. Something put us in each others lives, because they, or it, knew that we belonged with each other. You are not nothing. You have become the sole reason that I get up in the morning. I love my fans, and I love performing for them, but I would give it all up if it was doing that or losing you. You are the love of my life, and I am so thankful that I came across you that day. I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, H. I can’t imagine life without you.”

He leans down and kisses me, before pulling back and resting his head on top of mine. We sit in silence for a few minutes, until a knock comes to the door.

“H,” I  hear from the other side, before Jeff opens it. “Sound check time. Let’s go.” Harry groans and kisses me one more time before getting up and heading out the door. 

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“Do I have to go home now?” I ask as we pull up to the airport and see the plane that is waiting to take me back to America.

“Yes. Spring break is over,” Harry says, kissing me gently and then resting his forehead on mine. 

“How many days until I get to see you again?” 

“I don’t remember exactly. But your plane leaves the day after your last final. And there’s only like four or five weeks left. It’ll pass by before you know it,” he tells me, not letting go of me. 

“I’ll call every night,” I say, looking up at him. 

“I’ll answer every night. Now, I love you. Go get on your plane before I decide you can’t leave,” he says, and kisses me one more time before reaching behind me to open my door. 

“I love you,” I say, not moving, and kissing him again. “Five weeks. I’ll see you in five weeks.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader

[allelitesmut]

Palate Cleanser - A Prequel - Chapter One

A little more than five years before the events of the first story, Riley finds herself feeling trapped in a bad relationship. Max takes it upon himself to try to remedy the situation.

Pairing: MJF x Actress!Childhood Friend!OFC

Rating: Mature (18+)

Warnings: Sexual overtones, Eventual Smut (minors dni), Cheating adjacent, Some pining and angst.

Read the original story here

*Everything alright with the Chinless Wonder?*

Max finally sent the text off, physically unable to restrain himself for another minute. He watched as Riley typed and deleted several times before her text finally flashed up on his screen.

*You shouldn’t call him that.*

He rolled his eyes and fired back a text without a pause.

*And he shouldn’t pretend that his beard hides that concave jaw.*

In her townhouse, Riley stifled her laugh, burying her face in the couch cushion. Before she could respond, two more texts popped up on her screen.

*But seriously*

*He wasn’t too much of an ass, was he? I’ll fuck him up.*

Riley stilled, swallowing hard, glancing up the dark staircase toward her room, where her boyfriend, Jonah, was asleep in her bed, no doubt letting the stink of his beer soaked body leach into the sheets.

*Nothing I can’t handle*

Max didn’t like that answer. He knew what that answer meant. Pacing with his phone in his hand, he considered how to proceed.

A few hours ago, he had been over at her place with a few of her college friends, celebrating after she finally got the call that she’d gotten the lead part in a new show. Jonah was supposed to be there with her but didn’t so much as text before showing up two hours late and sloppy drunk. He had completely forgotten about the party and made his displeasure known when he showed up, angry that she had people over. He unceremoniously ended the party and it looked like they were in for a blow out fight when Max begrudgingly left.

*Is he asleep?*

He finally texted back, then watched the text bubble pop up and disappear a few times, rolling his eyes. That was a yes.

*Yeah, he is*

She knew it was dangerous to be honest with him but it had been a long night and she didn't have the energy to lie. Her phone pinged with an almost immediate response from Max and her stomach clenched.

*Come outside*

*What?*

She shot back instantly, eyes darting to the window down onto the street. It was too high to see out from the couch but she didn’t dare to move. If she moved, she may as well just give in now.

*Come outside*

He repeated himself and Riley swallowed hard, eyes crawling back up the stairs to her bedroom, consequences already milling in her mind. She typed a reluctant response, walking the line.

*You’re still in Manhattan?*

Oh he almost had her hooked. He was so hoping his hours spent wandering around the city, biding his time until his window opened, weren’t in vain.

*I couldn’t leave before I got to give you your present*

The smile that curled around her lips couldn’t be contained. She was allowed to smile about it, though. It was just the dangerous glow in her belly that she had to ignore.

*You got me a present?*

Max grinned down at his phone. Bingo.

*Of course I got you a present, dummy. So you gonna come out and get it or should I come inside?*

She hesitated. Despite her efforts, she wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Max had been not-so-subtly laying groundwork lately. It always got like this when he could tell that her relationships had run their course but this time had been a bit more heavy handed than usual. He was doing everything he could to undermine Jonah any time his back was turned, and their usual late night texting had been taking a distinct veer toward flirty. If Jonah had any awareness beyond his own ass, Max was certain he would have taken a swing at him for the audacity he had.

*I’ll be right out.*

She crept down the stairs to the bottom floor silently, ignoring the pull in her gut that told her this was something to feel guilty about. This was just going to see a friend; that’s all he had ever been, right? Just a friend with a lifetime of history.

When she pulled open the front door, she spotted him, sat in the dim porch light with a pristinely wrapped box in his lap. She couldn’t stop the overtired, surprised laugh that burst from her lips a little too loud, just suddenly struck by the long night it had already been, compared to the feeling that bubbled in her chest when she saw him actually sitting on the front step.

“Missed me that much, huh?” He lounged back, leaning against the iron bars of the hand railing.

“Oh desperately.” She let her fluttering laugh titter off, dropping down onto the step beside him, ignoring the way electricity skittered down her arm when it brushed his, and the fire raging in the spot where their thighs were pressed together. “I can’t believe you hung around this long to give me a present. We’re going out to breakfast tomorrow morning.” Max rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, his excuse feeling a little flimsy when she said it like that.

“Well, maybe I was a little worried about Sir Drinks-A-Lot upstairs.” He jerked his head in the direction of her bedroom window and her eyes followed the path up. The window was open but Jonah slept like the dead.

“You don’t have to worry about him, he’s harmless.” But the look Max gave her told her he wasn’t convinced. “The worst he ever does is yell at me until he passes out.” He held her gaze steadily, unfazed by her defense.

“As if that’s acceptable.” He muttered and she went to interject but he cut her off. “He showed up plastered, two hours late, for a party celebrating you at your house when you look like that,” his eyes meandered down her form, lighting matches all along the way, in spite of the bulky sweater that was obscuring the dress she wore to the party. “and he’s got the fucking nerve to yell at you? You have got to let me hit this guy some time.” But she just rolled her eyes.

“He had a tough day…” She could hear, as it came out of her mouth, the way it was ripe for the picking apart that Max was so good at. “And I was picking a fight.”

“Stop making excuses for him, Ry. He’s a piece of shit.” He knocked his knee against hers with a frizzle of heat and she ducked her head.

“You always think my boyfriends are pieces of shit.” She tried to laugh but it got caught in her throat.

“Yeah, and I’m always right.” His smug tone only lasted for a second before he shifted to face her more directly. “But especially this time.”

Riley quieted at that, listening to the sounds of a New York summer still bustling from a street or two away. It had been getting harder to defend Jonah lately, his drinking had noticeably increased and their fighting was increasing right along with it. His harmless teasing had turned a little more personal and the little willingness to compromise he had was dwindling.

“Dude is a straight up wasted like five nights a week.”

“He likes to have fun.” She was reaching. “It’s not like you and I don’t have our share of nights we barely remember.”

“Okay, first of all, I remember every night we’ve ever spent together and I’m a little offended that you don’t.” He teased just to watch the way her lips curled up, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Second of all, I don’t have a problem with people that drink. I have a problem with people that are assholes when they drink but still drink a lot. I’m fucking delightful when I drink so it’s not an issue.”

“Yeah?” She giggled, wetting her lip. “Tell that to Mrs.Johansson’s mailbox after you broke it, thinking you could vault over it while drunk last summer.”

“I have no memory of this.” He said with a cheeky grin and she rolled her eyes but her smile was already dominating her face, nose scrunching up.

“Well let the emergency room bill serve as a reminder.” She nudged his shoulder with hers and he scoffed, leaning back until his forearms rested on the top step. Riley followed suit, eyes up at the starless sky, the light of the city stifling the view.

“I really don’t get what you see in this guy.” He was stewing; he had been for a while but it had been getting harder to keep inside lately. She turned her head to look at him. “I mean, it’s been, what - like six months now?”

“Seven.” She corrected and he shook his head.

“So fucking forever.” Lamenting, he scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “You can’t tell me that guy fucks you well enough to make it worth it.” Riley gaped, smacking his shoulder.

“You know, I know this is probably hard for you to believe but not everybody decides who to date based solely on how good they are in bed.” She gave him an accusing stare, tongue pressed into her cheek.

“Man, so he is bad in bed then.” He winced, a hiss whistling between his teeth, shaking his head. Riley rolled her eyes but he didn’t miss the ghost of a smile behind it.

“That’s not what I said.”

“Well, I don’t hear you denying it, sweetheart.” His torso twisted in her direction. “You know, a lack of orgasms is bad for critical thinking skills…I would be happy to lend a hand.” A devilish smirk curled around his lips and heat crept up her neck into her cheeks. “Or a tongue.” His brow raised suggestively and she pretended she didn’t feel the ache between her thighs.

“Max…” She warned and he held his hands up in concession. The same old song and dance.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just looking out for your health, Ry.” He tucked his arms back up on the steps and she shook her head.

“Don’t make me go back inside.” She threatened but Max couldn’t tell if she was teasing or not.

“Before you even open your present?” He nudged her with his knee and her eyes shot down to the present tucked between his legs. His chest warmed as the smile trickled back to her face, illuminated by the porch light behind her. She sat up straighter and held her hands out expectantly, fingers clenching in a grabby motion.

“Come on then! Let’s see it!”

“Jeez, the manners on you. What would your mother think?” He shook his head, taking his sweet time in pushing to sit up. Riley scoffed.

“Oh she’d probably think something like ‘God, I just can’t understand how the daughter I never spent more than two hours a week with wound up so disrespectful! If only her good-for-nothing father had stuck around, it’s probably his fault!’ and then she’d make a snide comment about my disappointing career path.” She rattled off, face trained into an eerily similar imitation of her mother’s patented disapproving sneer.

“Well, I mean, look at you. Julliard educated actress, working on some campy nerd show on the CW. Embarrassing. And mouthy to boot.” He grinned, leaning heavily into her shoulder until she knocked her head on his, lips scrunched in a restrained smile.

“God, did you talk to her before coming here? I swear she said that word for word when I told her about the new gig.” She sighed, letting her head settle on his shoulder.

“I was there yesterday,” he gestured to the package in his lap, “picking up something for your present.” Riley’s eyes lit up, nearly bouncing in her spot as she looked from him to the present and back. “Mmmhm.” He hummed, reluctantly picking it up and handing it over. It wasn't that he was worried she wouldn't like it - he was certain he had knocked it out of the park. He was just a little worried that he knocked it too far out of the park; so far out of the park that she was going to see just how snugly he was wrapped around her finger.

Riley slipped the ribbons that were tied around the gift over the edges and wiggled them off, out of her way. Tearing through the wrapping paper without an ounce of grace, she stopped short, warmth blossoming out of control in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

Her eyes scanned over every inch of the framed display in her lap. Evenly set through the frame were a series clipped pieces of paper, unevenly faded, and she studied them each closely. Laid out in order was a newspaper article or photo from practically every role she had ever played, from her elementary school performance of Wendy (opposite his Peter Pan) to the announcement about her upcoming role on the CW. Heat pricked behind her eyes and she delicately traced her finger from piece to piece.

“Max, this is incredible. I don’t even know what to say.” She gushed, finally looking to him, eyes glistening even in the limited porch light, and warmth spread through his chest. She set the frame down just behind her before throwing her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He swayed back into the railing with the force of it but quickly stabilized himself and snaked his arms around her waist, an electric warmth frizzling in his stomach. “Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“I know, I know, don't get sappy on me.” He muttered into her hair but she shook her head, squeezing him tighter.

“It’s everything.” The words tickled his neck, his entire body prickling with heat. They lingered, wrapped in their tight embrace for a few beats too long. Max savored the familiar smell of her shampoo, eyes squeezing shut, and he couldn’t stop his hand from coming up to cradle the back of her head. His fingers burrowed into her hair and she shuttered a sigh before finally pulling back, ceding to the gnawing feeling in her gut. “This is…um…thank you. You didn’t have to do this.” She swallowed hard, trying not to wither under the heat of the look he was giving her. Shifting to give herself a little more space to breathe, she snapped him out of his daze. Shit, it felt cold with this much space between them.

“I’m really proud of you, Ry.” He said with a sincerity that knocked the wind out of her chest. “You deserved something special to mark the occasion. And I wanted to." He said with a finality that brought her back to the moment, but then his face cracked with a sly smile and he leaned in conspiratorially. "Well, that's not true. I wanted to make you cum on my tongue so many times in a row that you'd forget your boyfriend's name..." He made a show of wetting his lips, satisfied at the way her breathing faltered and her eyes drifted down to them. Her lips formed the shape of his name without a sound, in an extremely poor excuse for an objection, a knot in her stomach constricting. She ignored the nagging thought that, after the night she'd had, that sounded like a crazy enticing offer. "...but I think maybe I'll save that for another occasion." Leaning back against the railing and out of her space, he allowed her breath to come slamming back into her chest. She blinked a few times before shaking it off with a breathy laugh.

"You're the devil." She pointed an accusing finger at him but he only gave a toothy grin.

"Feel like dancin'?" He tilted his head, daring her to indulge but she rolled her eyes, shoving his shoulder.

"You wish." But she was hardly fooling anyone. His effect on her was palpable now and it was only a matter of time before she reached a breaking point. Unfortunately, she was starting to suspect that Max knew better than she did what that point was and could choose to snap it whenever he felt like it.

He only chuckled, relaxing back on the railing, watching her with a quiet smile. She shifted, angling back against the opposite railing, and her knees knocked against his, now right in front of her. Her head fell back against the railing and she let out a quiet sigh, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments.

"Don't let him treat you the way he did tonight, Ry." Max said as if he could see the evening playing out in her head. Her eyes connected with his in the hush of the street, their knees threateningly close and ready to set a spark in motion at a moments notice. She opened her mouth to respond but ultimately just closed it, nodding. There weren't enough excuses in the world to make up for the way he treated her after everyone left, and she was struggling to will herself to crawl into bed next to him after this. "I'm serious, sweetheart, next time he starts running his mouth like that, I'm not going to hold back on him." Riley's teeth raked over her lip and she hesitated before waving him off.

"I've got it under control, Max. He's just been in a rough spot since he lost his job." She had an arsenal of excuses prepared at any time. They were already running on a loop in her brain lately as a constant reminder.

"Riley, his job was handing out flyers in a poorly tailored business suit in Times Square." He raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, and she tried hard not to focus on the way his biceps bulged.

"That!" She started hot but quickly lost steam. "...was a volunteer position..." Max snickered and she tried to rebound. "That wasn't his job. He was a data analyst at -"

"Yeah, I know, he's a failed investment banker. Big whoop, so are half the guys we graduated high school with." He cut her off, circling a finger in the air in a mock celebration. "He's got zero valuable life skills; he's never had an original thought in his life; he's a waste of oxygen." Max ticked the points off on his fingers. Riley blew out a breath; he was laying it on thick tonight. Earned after Jonah's meltdown but still not entirely fair.

"Max, c'mon. He's a good guy. He -"

"No, he's not. He's a nasty son of a bitch and he is leagues below you." He bulldozed the lie she was about to tell through her teeth and she huffed.

"Right, I should probably be looking for a nasty son of a bitch who is in my league, then, huh?" She pressed, irritation starting to sting through in her voice, sitting up straight and he mirrored her, jaw grinding. "I suppose that's probably just you, though, right?" Her tongue pressed into her cheek and Max rolled his eyes.

"You said it, not me." He shrugged, savoring in the way he was getting under her skin, before waving her off. "But that's not even the point. Its been seven months now and there’s no way you can tell me you're in love with this guy." Her brows narrowed, jaw ticking, the pit in her stomach rolling.

"I-"

"Aht!" He cut her off. "Do not lie to me, Riley Masterson. I know you too well." She took a measured breath, lips pursed.

"You're overstepping." She warned but he rolled his eyes with a scoff.

"No, I'm serious. Look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you are in love with that loser." He held her gaze steadily from across the stairs, leaning forward with his arms on his knees. Riley huffed, then opened her mouth and closed it, glaring at him. She drew in another, more determined breath and gave a pleasant smile.

"I love him. Its...we're in love." She shrugged and Max's booming laugh echoed down the empty street. Shooting daggers at him, she smacked his knee and he sat upright.

"Come on, babe, your shows gonna end up cancelled before they even film the pilot if that's the best acting you can do."

"Knock it off."

"No. Not until you can come up with a single reason you're still giving this guy the time of day." He persisted, unable to stop himself. “You know all the goodwill you earned by letting your mom set you up with her friend’s kid evaporated the second she got to know him.”

"Max, back off." She practically growled, nails digging into her thigh for a sense of control. The complete truth was that she was ready to break up with Jonah weeks ago. She had practiced the 'let him down easy' speech and braced herself for the meltdown that would be imminent, but then he came home and told her he'd been fired. Her break up speech died on her tongue, the idea of giving it to someone that was already crying made her slightly nauseous.

So it was one more chance. Followed by another. And another. But she couldn't let Max know that. All he needed was a pin-sized opening to tear a hole clean through anything he wanted.

"Aren't you getting tired of the way this asshole treats you?" He was crossing into badgering territory, which was a line he had flirted with quite a bit over the years, but even he could admit this was getting beyond him.

"That's enough." She got to her feet in an instant but Max was up just as quickly and they felt substantially closer when they were standing side by side on the stairs. It nearly knocked her off balance, the smell of him flooding her senses. He noticed the mild sway and capitalized, fingers curling around her waist to steady her and she couldn't stop the way she leaned into the warmth of his touch. "Max..." Even though she meant for it to come out like a protest, it sounded far closer to a plea.

"Aren't you getting tired of faking your orgasms?" The vulgar rasp of his whisper sent a shiver down her spine. His finger trailed up the curve of her waist, his eyes locked on hers, and the breath stopped in her chest. Guilt tugged heavy in her gut but she couldn't seem to force her feet to move. "Just say the word, Ry..." Red hot lava was pouring through her veins, turning to a molten pile of ash before it could even reach the bottom of her. "I could have you shaking and begging to cum in less than five minutes."

"Max, please, I can't..." Her fists clenched by her side, nailing digging into skin as she held her composure. She was pleading now. Pleading because they both knew she wasn't strong enough to resist him if he really tried. This was his lazy attempt and she wasn't deluded about it.

“Trust me, Riley,” he brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before letting his hand fall back to his side, “I have no intention of doing anything that you don’t beg me for.” He took a step back and she took a breath so deep it made her head spin. Slowly retreating to the railing opposite her, he still felt like a predator stalking his prey. She was white knuckling the railing, as if it was the only thing holding her self restraint together, her breathing still filtering in through unsteady gasps. He had the upper hand and he knew it; that was a dangerous thing. "I should probably head back." His eyes fell to hers, watching as they widened in a panic as she tried to decide if she wanted him to leave or not. "Got a long ride back. Then I gotta turn around six hours later for breakfast." And her response was out of her mouth before her brain could stop it.

"You can crash in the guest room if you want." Her offer felt completely transparent, even though her head was still a blur of thoughts she couldn't parse. Max chuckled, glancing up to her bedroom window.

"You sure J Money won't mind?" He gave her a cheeky grin and she wet her lips before shaking her head.

"No, he'll be in full repent mode tomorrow." She let out a bitter laugh and ducked down to grab her gift off the porch. "And I am always right when he's in repent mode."

"Boy, your relationship sounds like a blast." He used that sickly sarcasm that made her skin crawl, his arm roping around her shoulders, steering her towards the door in an implicit acceptance of her offer. She rolled her eyes, pulling her sweater tighter around her. At least she could breathe now. He was laughing now and being insufferable as always, which meant she was safe.

"Shut up. I will make you sleep on the porch again." She shouldered against his side from under his arm as he lead them toward the door. He made a loud 'ough' noise, pretending she had blown a catastrophic hit to his ribs.

"You'd leave me to the cold after injuring me so brutally?" He let himself hang on her shoulders slightly and she breathed a laugh, shaking her head.

"You'd deserve it."

She opened the front door and they noiselessly padded across the hard wood floors, up the sets of stairs to the level the guest room was on. They lingered for a brief moment before she saluted him and fled up the stairs without so much as a ‘good night’, to the safety of her own room. Even if occupied by a body that still, hours later, reeked of pretentious overpriced beer.

But she should have known she wasn't really safe. She retreated to her bathroom and washed the weight of the day off her face and brush her teeth before heading to bed. Rubbing a hand over Jonah’s back, sticky with dried sweat, she climbed beneath the covers. He groaned, swatting in her direction and she sighed, rolling to face away from him. Her mind raced, thoughts of Max swirling in circles around the nagging feeling that her relationship had long outrun its course. Guilt wrenched in her stomach; Max wasn’t supposed to factor into this equation. But that pit in her stomach reminded her that Max factored into her decision to jump into the relationship in the first place.

Then, because he always seemed to know exactly when to twist the knife, Riley saw her phone screen flash with a text. Her eyes scaled back to Jonah, as if she could see him from her position, then back to the alluring glow of her screen. Hesitating, her heart raced, fingers buzzing faster and faster until she snapped and snatched the phone off her bedside table, spotting the preview of his text.

*I think you left bruises with that monster shove*

She gawked, though, as her phone unlocked and revealed that the message from Max had included a nearly indecent photo of him taken in her guest bathroom. Curling over to cover her phone from the unlikely chance that Jonah woke up and peered all the way around her. And once the shock took over, she froze, eyes locked on a spot across the room for a few frenzied heartbeats. But she couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting back down to her phone, or her fingers from tapping the picture to pull it up to full screen.

Her teeth sank down into her lower lip as she studied the lines of his body that she knew so well. His sweats were hanging dangerously low on his hips, giving her a tantalizing glimpse at the veins that trailed down below the sliver of boxers that was peaking out. But Riley’s eyes were really drawn to the part she hadn’t seen until the picture was full screen - the well defined outline of his clearly hard cock pressing into the soft material of his sweats.

She swallowed hard, thighs pressed together as heat crept up her neck. Her finger hovered near the screen, willing herself to minimize the picture.  Finally, shaking her head, she swiped it away and typed a quick response.

*I don’t see any bruises...*

It didn’t take more than thirty seconds for a message to ping back to her.

*Weird, must have just been the lighting 😏*

Her response was out before she could think about it.

*You’re such a tease*

But she should have thought about, because if she had, she would have known that was just setting him up. Her screen flashed with the response, then another closely on its heels.

*I don’t have to be...*

*Come downstairs*

Riley squirmed in bed, the pit of guilt in her stomach warring with the warmth that pooled below it and the electric excitement creeping up her neck. Her teeth dug hard enough into her lip to draw blood.

*Come on, Max. You’ve gotta stop. I have a boyfriend.*

His response didn’t take long.

*Yeah, and you’re not in love with him.*

She nervously dabbed her tongue over the sore spot on her lip, chest heaving, eyes darting back to Jonah’s sleeping figure. Her thoughts felt loud enough that they could penetrate his dreams.

*Thats not fair…*

But she couldn’t even type it. He was right and they both knew it.

*Whats not fair is you forcing yourself to be with this dumbfuck instead of coming down here to bounce on my cock.*

The noise she made was involuntary and it made Jonah stir. She stashed her phone beneath the blanket, suffocating the light. Shit, she knew that if she needed to hide like this, she must have been crossing a line. But, fuck, did it feel a little good; the ache between her legs was a testament. Once she was confident Jonah had stopped moving, she retrieved her phone from the blankets to see Max had sent another picture.

She wished she could have claimed she didn’t jump to open the picture. She wished she could claim she had hesitated, even for a moment; that she hadn’t practically clambered to see what new delicious tease he had sent. But oh, she was weak. And only felt weaker when the picture plastered across her screen and she got a good look. In it, Max was laid out in her guest bed with his shirt off, his sweats pulled so low that she could swear she could see the start of his cock. But even if she couldn’t, it would be hard to miss his raging hard on pressed through the sweats, his hand wrapped around it, giving her an exceptionally clear outline. The caption beneath it simply read “Break up with him”.

Riley swallowed hard, thighs pressed together, rubbing her legs like a cricket to disperse the near throb in her core. She knew better now than to comment on the picture at all so decided to stick to the safer route of addressing the caption.

*He’s asleep, I can’t just break up with him now*

But that response only had Max grinning to himself, almost better than her first response to his picture. He knew, at almost two in the morning, she wasn't going to break up with him right this minute. But boy did it seem like she took her time thinking it over before she responded.

*Alright, then don’t. I won’t tell...*

She was caught off guard by how tempting that was. Her heart raced as her mind played through the likelihood of her being able to sneak down into Max’s bed, have the best sex of her life, then sneak back into her own bed without being caught. The odds felt exceptionally high. Her stomach twisted on itself, wishing the thought hadn't crossed her mind, and she swallowed hard before shaking her head.

*Good night, Max.*

She set her phone back on the dresser with a finality, fighting but losing against the desire to check it when it lit up with his reply.

*Good night, Ry. Sweet dreams*

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