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#to one year later getting married TWICE. GOOD FOR THEM.
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gojo
gojo eating you out
gojo x dacryphilia
gojo loves fat pussy
sending gojo an accidental nude so he sends you a whole video
car sex with gojo
gojo being goofy in an elevator full of people - he´s big on PDA
gojo tried to give himself a haircut and now wants to go bald - this is fuNNY ksksks, I love the banter
trying to break up with yandere!gojo - yep, we´re talkin about lovesick toxic obsessed type of gojo, break up????? you know better than to tell him that sooo since you´re acting dUMB he has to fucc so sense into you bc clearly you forgot who tf ur talking to - LDKJSDFJDJFHLSHFLSHDF but he´s not rough bc he luvss you a lot
gojo is the pussy fairy - fwb, he´s your sneaky link when henessy makes you act up. he got a mf tongue piercing bYEE
insecure bully!gojo - angst, lil fluff, he´s a bully but he´s in love with that, but it´s not enough. part 2
the horniest - smut, ITS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD, he´s horny af, pussy drunk, obsessed, borderline crazy for that wap
phone calls - slice of life, hubby!gojo, dilf!gojo, his wife and his daughter are his only priority, this is so sdkfjskdjfh :´( i love it
cherished moments - clanleader!gojo, hubby!gojo who is a softy for his wife, #simp
family moments - fluff, slice of life, this is so wholesomeee, bf!gojo meeting your parents for the first time, i love it
someone older - smut, rich dilf!gojo, big age gap, big dicc too, talks big shit as well, "what do you do when your boyfriend cheats? you go to his house and fuck his dad" I MEAN- skdfhksdf
best of the best - smut, fwb! satoru, big sHIT talker omg, he lit asks you to be his gf wHILE he´s making you cum,,,,,best bf ever tho
love struck - fluffy, ex-fuckboy!satoru, he´s experiencing love for the first time :((((( IT´S SO CUTEEEEEEEEEE
love dumb - fluff, blurb, you make him lose his composure, can´t even focus bc you´re over there existing, someone should make a longer version of this! so good
too much - ANGSTTTYYYY, fluff too, reader and gojo are in a situationship kinda thing where they live together and love each other but nothing has been said yet, they get into an argument bc gojo has a big mouth and says a lot of hurtful things, they´re both just so exhausted
i know you still think about the times we had - angst, fluff, rich bf!gojo, his father makes you break up with him, it´s so angsty omg, they get into this HUGE argument bc gojo´s dad is a controlling mf
sanctuary - fluff, lowkey angst, weak!reader, bully!gojo, nah he´s just in love but doesn´t know how to say it
the road to falling in love - fluff, strangers to lovers, it´s a collection o moments where keeps falling harder for you, I LOVE ITTTTT, sdkfjhskdjf it´s kinda slow burn but not boring at all
loving you - fluffy af, "you’re the apple of his eyes; the love of his life. the only one who matters" ME N WHO???? pls this made my want to cry my heart out
yuji finds out gojo has a family - fluff, lowkey angst, hubby!gojo, dad!gojo, so,,, this made me cry, i love yuji sm he deserves the world :( this is part two and it also made me crY MY MF EYES OUT :))))))))
i´ll meet you forever in this memory - fluff, college au, married life au, it´s so good, he lit has this big ass plan to make you fall for him, and i mean big, like planned way ahead lmao, 10 years later he´s still asking you to go out with him,,,,even if you´re already married sdlfkjkdfhlsdjh so so cute
can´t stop drinking - ANGST, death, blood, dad!gojo, husband!gojo, mentions of wanting to die, a curse kills you and your son allegedly but in reality the elders had lied to him all these years, part 2 made me fucking cry, PLEASEEE I NEED PART 3
hype man - crack, fluff, supportive bf!gojo, he´s such an amazing bf :(, “damn, my girl ran you over with a bus, reversed, then got out and shot you twice in the foot? what did you do?? sounds like a you issue.” LMAOOOOO this is so cute and funny at the same time, i love it, such a gojo thing to say
flicker of flame - fluff, nervous soon to be dad!gojo, pregnant!reader, he´s going to be the best dad ever
nanami
when you break up and make up - nanami divorce au, angst
dorm room escapades - smut, dad´s bestfriend!nanami, age gap, GAWWDD DAMNNNN, daddy kink, this is some good stuff
you ask him to fuck you like a whore - its a short one but me likey
nanami drabbles - pwp, pls yall readdd part 2 and part 3
nanami is strong af - short blurb, smut, sdflksjd this got me giggling and shii
fifteen minutes - “Say that again. Louder. Can’t hear shit with the sound of my dick slapping into your cunt.” that´s all I have to say, your honor
protective - headcanon, hubby!kento, i love thissss
swear it´s just right for you - smut, fluff, hubby!nanami, I´m weaaaak, he´s so husband material
stressed after work - boyfriend! kento, a cute lil drabble bc he loves your mere presence
labour of love - fluff, vanilla smut, lowkey angst if you´ve been keeping up with the manga/anime, loving hubby!kento, SO DOMESTIC, love making, :(
losing his mind - smut, dom!reader, hubby!kento, sub!kento, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW, 10000/10, now this is new
his protégé - fluff, slice of life, fiancé!kento, dinner time with yuuji, it´s so wholesome :´)
my future is with you - fluff, unexpected angst, this is SICKKKKKKK, the last senteces is fucking sickening, and NOT in a good way, so fucking wrong for that, I litteraly wanna dIE
tie my tie, marry me - fluff, slice of life, "the moment nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side" please just do yourself a favor and READ THIS
putting you in your place - smut, reader is gojo´s brat little sister, mean!nanami, BRAT TAMER!NANAMI, HEAVY degradation, “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck the attitude out of you.” CALL 911
edging - smut, pwp, fluff, this,,,,this is one the BEST nanami smuts out there, i just know the description of the whole thing is 100% accurate, the details, the way this is written, the visuaLSsss ldskjfhjsalfh go read it pls
married man - fluff, work au, HE IS A PROUD HUSBAND OK, the man was just waiting for somebody to say sOMETHING sljsdhfl now he can´t stop bragging about his perfect wife
toji
toji x size kink
toji x pussy spanking ´till you´re squirting - the title says it all,,, he´s MEAN
toji doing push ups with you on his back - you´re basically a rag doll,,,bc wdym he puts you in a fULL NELSON??
toji gets embarrased - the man WHIMPERED bc the riding was gewdd so reader kinda teases him for it, how dare she right? so now he has to make her pAY bc he aint no bitch
silk sheets n sticky cum - toji can´t control himself when he sees you in a nightgown so he uses you as a cum dump,,, in a very romantic way flsjdflkssldfjlsdfh, breeding kink
toji x overstimulation - fINALLY he got what he deserved, reader got him WHIMPERING, body shaking eyes rolling to the back of his head and everythangggg, I'm here for it.
take it lil princess - toji got me fucked up, straight up size kink like FRRRR he wants to break, bend and basically snap you in half (i´ll let him tbh), daddy kink, he got a big dicc as aLWAYS, the degRADING DIRTY TALKKK???? yes. he talks and talks and tALKS. there´s a lot going on yall
mine - toji mixed with monster!porn,,, nothing else to say- HE´S A WEREWOLfff, mean asf, breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, it´s nasty
jealous daddy - slice of life, dilf!toji, megumi is a baby, toji and megumi create a plan to keep you away from megumi´s kindergarden teacher lmaooo, its so cute
nyphomaniac - smut, nypho!reader, dom!toji, THERE´S A WHOLE LOTTA STUFF GOING ON HEREE, just read it omg
family man - fluff, soft dad!toji, baby megumi, husband!toji, he´s a softie for his son and his wife ;(
unprecedented reveal - smut, fluff, mma!toji, journalist!reader, lowkey angst, "photo leaks of toji going down on you in public is suddenly exposed for everyone to know about the infamous fighters girlfriend" wELL dssdfh that´ll do it
will always be yours - smut, fluff, so basically toji only does rough sex, doggy style being his fav, but when it comes to you he prefers the loving-face to face-intense eye contanct type of sex (more like love making) bc being with you makes him feel ten different emotions at once :) DÑFLJSLDFJ
unspoken memories - fluff, lowkey angst, dad!toji, baby!megumi, married life, my heart is so full after reading this, it´s so domestic, so adorable, such a happy read
make a mess on his face - smut, toji is a messy pussy eater, that´s it, that´s the tweet
geto
gimme, gimme more - rich!geto x stripper!reader, lots of plot and build up, he is misteriousssss and fucking filthy and so cuTE??????? wtf, the wating game is real, he knows how to play his cards very well, LAWDD HAVE MERCY i would have folded too
gripping the headboard with one hand - smut, “what a slut.” hELP
protective hubby - teacher!suguru, pregnant wife oc, it´s cutee
focus - suggestive, flirty!geto, tutor!geto, “you’re doing so good for me… keep going.” I HATE ITTTTTTTT, i would fold like a mf lawn chair bitch OOF
dress shopping - very suggestive, WHY IS HE SO SMOOTH WITH IT ALL THE TIME??? got me blushing and sweating and shit
phoque - crack, teacher!suguru, twin girls dad!suguru, he accidentally curses in front of his daughters and now he´s gotta make up some bullshit story to save his ass, SLFHSLDKJHSLDH this is funny
choso
picture perfect - smut, photographer choso, he´s lowkey a perv, jacks off to oc´s pictures
suckig souls - smut, succubus oc, somnophilia, sub! choso, lil dacryphilia, love love love love it
meanie - smut, mean!choso, “Why you actin’ like some dick-starved whore? I fucked you good this morning" THE WAY I SCREAMEDDDDDDDD “Is that what you needed, princess? Some good dick?" STOOOOOOOOOPPPP
your pleasure - smut, squirting, choso discovers the magic of eating pussy :))))) aND he´s a fucking natural too like ???? gTFO
it´s too much - smut, dom!reader, inexperienced!choso and sub!chose fics are like crack to me, i´m obsessed, this is so detailed, he is eager to please sdlfjls and wants to try it all at once
fingers in his hair - smut, chose loves having his hair pulled when he´s eating pussy,,,,,,,CALL A MF AMBULANCE a bitch just died
cherry blossoms - smut, virgin!choso, phone sex, it´s his first orgasm yall, not yuji talking about a "sloppy toppy" LSJFHLSJDFHLFDH he´s so outta pocket
sukuna
itadori
vivid fantasies - smut, sukuna wants to bone you and he makes it yuji’s problem sakfhkshfksfd poor yuji
poly / multiple versions
gojo and geto are rich besties and they coax you into a poly relationship - smut
you slap their ass - reaction. gojo, geto, sukuna, nanami, choso, toji, megumi, itadori, yuta
too much for them to handle - toji and gojo version. it´s a LOT going here as well. gojo is a whole swiTCH. toji is a bully in the sheets so you know he´s all abou that degrading teasing dirty talk, we love it
slut him out - gojo, geto, nanami and toji version. y'know what,,,idek what to say about thi- IT´S NASTY FILTHY JUST PORN, reader is a whOre (not my words), read at your own risk bc i was SHOOk
how jjk men like it - smut, the gojo and toji one,,, i HATe it hereee
bimbo bunny - smut, choso, toji and nanami version, the vISUALs I GOT FROM THE NANAMI ONE LAWDDDD
birthday boy - smut, birthday sex, dacryphilia, i just KNOWWWW this is geto
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https-yeonjun · 2 months
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oh, baby (c.bg)
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wc. 1149
genre. smut
request. trying to get pregnant w beomgyu so y'all have been having sex nonstop everytime you're ovulating
tags. husband!beomgyu x fem!reader, breeding kink, pet names (baby), implied kitchen sex, implied shower sex, unprotected sex (lol duh), impreg kink, pussy drunk beomgyu, (slight) marking, manhandling (if you turn your head to the side and squint), mommy used twice non-sexually
a/n. repost; i was thinking about this nonstop since i saw the request anon i need to kiss your brain. you sent this over almost two month ago i'm sorry it took so long but i hope you enjoy <;333 thank you to @sunnylovespickles and @huenation for helping me read this and organize my thoughts
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you and beomgyu had been married for a year and a half when he finally brought up the idea of having kids with you. you were scrolling through your feed in bed one night when you stumbled upon a post from an old classmate at her baby shower. beomgyu absentmindedly responded, i bet our kids would look cuter, prompting the very serious and incredibly long overdue conversation about one day growing your little family. and after that night and some doctor’s appointments, he was determined to get you all pretty and round before the end of the year.
one thing about beomgyu is that he genuinely cannot keep his hands off of you. so on a sunday morning, when he wakes up to an empty space in the bed beside him, he searches for you all over the house before stumbling into you in the kitchen. he sees you making pancakes and can’t help but think about your kids one day running around, helping you cook, and setting the table. he wraps his hands around your waist from behind, his hard cock prodding your ass. nuzzling his head into your neck, he mumbles, good morning, baby. you hum in response, melting into his touch. he takes this as an opportunity to slyly turn off the stove. you whine his name, protesting for him to let you finish cooking. but that doesn’t stop him from pulling you towards the island and hoisting you up on the counter. he looks up at you with a smirk. you’re the only thing i wanna eat this morning, baby.
a few days later you find beomgyu sitting at his desk when you come home from the gym, he glances up at you but his eyes can’t help but stop at your chest glistening with sweat, your boobs spilling out of your tight sports bra. and of course that naturally leads him to fantasize about what your boobs would look like when you’re pregnant, so swollen and so so beautiful. going to take a shower, then we can figure dinner out. you tell him as you retreat to the bathroom. it’s not up to five minutes later when you hear the shower curtain open, your husband slides in behind you. if we’re gonna have a baby, we should start saving on our water bill, don’t you think?
but beomgyu wasn’t the only one who was entirely insatiable. some days, like today for instance, when you spend the entire work day thinking about your husband and how much you need him to fuck you, the last thing you want to see when you come home are his friends sitting around your living room. internally groaning, you wave to them while signaling to beomgyu to follow you into the bedroom.
“your friends.” you state one the two of you are in the privacy of your room.
“what about them?” he asks, his face marked with confusion. you give him a look that conveyed frustration and yearning and the realization dawns on him.
“aww,” he coos. “does someone need me?”
“please can you just tell them to go home?” you whine and without hesitation he leaves the room. you sink into the bed for what feels like an eternity until beomgyu saunters back into the room towards you.
“took you long enough.” you mumble as you pull him closer to you.
“i was gone for five minutes.” he chuckles in response.
“felt like twenty.” you reach up to kiss him passionately, your hands trailing up his torso, taking his t-shirt up with it.
“can we–” he tries to break away from this kiss. “can we slow down?”
“need you so bad.” you mumble against his lips.
“yeah?” he asks coyly.
“yeah,” your hands race to unbutton your work pants. “need you to fuck a baby in me.” beomgyu’s eyes widened. sure, you had both agreed to try for a baby but to hear you say this so explicitly just confirmed for him that his desires to start a family with you weren’t one sided. beomgyu joins you in taking off your clothes, his hands swiftly unbuttoning your shirt, nearly ripping the buttons off.
you’re laying in bed clad in nothing, with beomgyu hovering above you. his gaze falls upon you, tracing your form, as if you were the most alluring thing he’d ever seen.
“you’re so beautiful,” he breathes out before leaning down to kiss you. “i know i joke a lot,” he confesses between kisses. “but i want this so bad. you, us, our family. everything.”
he slips his throbbing cock between your warm folds causing you to let out a soft gasp. “me too. i want you. everything.” you parrot his words. he steadily grinds his hip against yours as he stares into your eyes and for a moment it seems like it’s only the two of you in the world.
loosely wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down into a kiss. your hands explore the contours of his body trying to find the best way to keep him in your grasp, to make sure that this was not an eerily realistic dream and he was actually here with you, in you. “i love you.” you moan out clenching around him.
his eyes close shut and a groan erupts from his throat when he feels your walls tighten around him. “fuck, your so… so tight baby.”
beomgyu accelerates his thrusts, his movements becoming sloppier and messier by the second. your hands find themselves resting on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. he hides his face in the crook of your neck, taking this as an opportunity to paint your skin with marks in between the sloppy kisses he was leaving.
as he inches closer to his climax, you feel his movements slow down as he fucks deeper into you. he’s trying to prolong his orgasm, trying to feel you around him for longer. “m’gonna cum, baby. gonna get you all pretty and pregnant for me. gonna make you a mommy tonight.”
his eyes clouded over as his movements became weaker and hips began to stutter. you let out a loud moan, your eyes fluttering closed when you felt him pumping his load deep inside you, filling you up with his seed.
still inside of you, beomgyu rolls over so you are laying on top of him. he caresses your hair, whispering i love yous between kisses on your forehead. you rest like that, tangled in each others’ arms, for a moment before you convince him to take a shower with you. when you actually get pregnant, you make it a routine to look at your baby bump in the mirror every morning. beomgyu sitting in front of you, tenderly caressing your round belly before pressing a loving kiss and murmuring something about you being the prettiest mommy in the world.
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ahgasegotarmy116 · 8 days
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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Four
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Summary: After last night you don't know where you stand but tensions are still high and you don't know what you really want. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 5.6K~ Warnings: Smuuuuttt, Explicit Language and a crap ton of pet names (I'm sorry okay I love pet names lmao) Same warning as before cuz ya'll wanted more smut haha. Horribly edited too so have mercy on me y'all I just wanted to get it out. a/n: Aw shit here we go again 🤣 Anyways ya'll asked and I delivered lmao so another smut chapter but next one is gonna be mainly plot alight 😂 gotta save some more smut for later 🫢 Requested by: @kkusadmirer 💜
Waking up the next morning I feel incredibly disoriented. 'Where am I? How did I get here? Why am I naked?' and at that last question I feel all the memories of last night rushing back to me.
Echos of the pet names and praises and the ghost of his fingers all along my body make every cell in my body buzz with need for more. I've never done something like that, something so...scandalous and with and man almost twice my age at that.
I thought that if I ever did something like this before I got married I would've felt shameful but I feel confident...wanted by someone who respects me for who I am and wanted nothing in return. It felt different that I thought it would've, having him hover over me, meeting me with his heated gaze. I wanted him closer. I wanted him to crawl under my skin and give me everything.
It's selfish to say I wanted more because he owes me nothing, he's given me so much and what have I given him in return? Nothing...
He says I've given him plenty but I still feel unworthy of his kindness. I have to do something to show him my thanks, to show him that I'm grateful for everything he's given me. I just don't know where to start.
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Getting up and out of bed after I get my bearings was more difficult than I thought it would be. I felt almost a little sore from what we had done last night and I don't know if I should love or hate the sensation. Should I be mad that it got rough enough to cause this feeling or should I feel excited from still having a sensation left over from the pleasure he had given me?
As I continue to go round and round in my head with more useless doubts that run through my head I'm suddenly met with a light knock on the door.
"Um, just a second" I panic, looking around for something to cover up and notice the silk robe that had been placed on the bed and throw it on without a second thought before telling him to come in.
He opens the door and takes in my form for a second, biting his lip at the barely there fabric covering everything he saw last night. "Good morning" he husks out, his voice sending a shockwave between my legs making me cross them unconsciously, which garners a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.
"Good morning" I squeak out, exposing my flustered state right away, cursing myself internally. "How'd you sleep?" he ask, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning up against the door frame, giving me space but somehow making his presence felt throughout the room.
"Amazing" I say, looking down at my feet in embarrassment, being honest but hating myself for it. "Yeah?" he prods, satisfied by my answer but begging to get that confirmation. "Yeah" I reply, nodding but still averting my gaze.
"Lunch is ready if you'd like to come downstairs. I check on you earlier to see if you wanted breakfast but you were still sleeping like a baby" he teases and if his voice alone didn't make me drop to the floor then that pet name at the end surely did.
"You alright?" he chuckles and I clear my throat before responding, knowing my voice would be no good if I tried to speak without doing so.
"I'm great, perfectly fine" I answer, glancing up at him before adjusting my robe and closing it around me even more. "I'll be waiting downstairs then. You can take your time getting dressed but you're also more than welcome to wear that all day" he taunts, pushing off the door frame and turning to leave after looking me up and down once more.
"I'll be down in a second" I call after him and wait for him to get downstairs before following the path he had just been on and running into my room, quickly but quietly shutting it behind me.
Leaning my head against the door I try to collect my thoughts and stop my racing heart that bound to explode at the next Baby, Bunny or Darling that's bound to come out of his mouth. 'It's just Jungkook. He's been nothing but nice to me and he seems like a really great guy.
We just need to talk and figure things out before something like that happens again' I coach myself and turn to face my room where I'm greeted with a freshly made bed and a single flower in a small vase.
'I can never catch a break with this man' I smile, shaking my head and dropping the robe to change into something more comfortable.
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"There she is" Jungkook say when he catches sight of me walking down the steps and into the kitchen where he has both of our lunches set out across the island from each other. "This looks so good!" I compliment the food he's made as he motions for me to sit down.
"I'm sorry it took me a while to come down" I apologize, sitting down and taking a drink of water before piercing a fork though the strawberry he has in a bowl full of fruit for us to share. "It's alright, I don't mind waiting for you. Seems like I tired you out last night so I'm glad you got some sleep" he say, smiling over the lip of his glass, making me choke on the next strawberry I had just placed in my mouth.
"You okay Darling?" he asks, handing me a napkin, with that last word aiding to my death by asphyxiation along with the strawberry lodged in my throat. "I'm fine" I choke out after a few more coughs and a drink of water.
"You seem rather jumpy today. Is something wrong?" he asks, tilting his head a bit and attentively waiting for my answer. "I'm fine, I think I'm still trying to wake up" I say, faking a yawn at the end to hopefully legitimize my claim. "Fair enough" he says, taking a bite of his food and grabbing his phone when it starts ringing.
"You can take that if you want" I say, taking a drink of water and glancing down at his phone before making eye contact with him. "No it's alright, I can take care of it later" he brushes off, silencing the call and taking a drink of water.
"So do you have any plans for the day?" he questions, looking at me as if I'm the most fascinating thing on earth. "Well, um, no not really. Do you?" I echo and when he goes to open his mouth to respond he's cut off by his phone ringing, not doubt from the same number again.
"Just take it. I'll be here when you get back I promise" I tease and he clears his throat, unbeknownst to me have flashbacks of when I asked him to take my virginity.
"It's for work, I'll be back soon" he says and I nod my head in response and close my eyes when he comes over to give me a kiss on the forehead like he's done time and time again but when I look up at him afterwards I see he hasn't made moves to leave.
His phone stopped ringing at some point which leave us with a lingering silence with so many words unsaid ultimately cut off by another incoming call. "I'm sorry" he whispers, his eyes glancing down at my lips before he turns around to head to his office answering with a curt 'What?' to whoever is on the other end of that call.
'I would hate to be that guy' I smile to myself, the vision of seeing him get mad comes to mind leaving my pressing my thighs together. 'Why am I so fucking horny these days?' I roll my eyes and continue eating my lunch, laughing at the sound of his frustration but hating that he's going through it at the same time.
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It's been about a half an hour and he's still on the phone leaving me scrolling through mine until my brain feels as though it's turned to mush, a part of my brain occupied by him and only him.
As I hear another irritated sigh I decide I'll bring him some pain medication to help with the onset headache I'm sure he's having. It's gotta be a big problem if they're calling him on a Saturday morning.
I open the door slowly and peak my head in, being met with the sight of him with his laptop open and a mess of papers all over his desk. He looks up at me with an apologetic wince but waves me in nonetheless.
I raise my arms up, showing a full glass of water along with a bottle of pills and he mouths a silent 'Thank you' and I nod happily, proud that I made the right decision and place the glass on his desk while I open the pill bottle and drop a couple onto his palm to which he places them in his mouth and immediately chases it with the glass of water.
Watching as his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he gulps down the water has my head dizzy for some reason but I'm not sure why. While I'm trying to come up with an explanation some water spills on his cheek as he swallows the rest.
I feel as though my body has been taken over by an outsider being because my reaction was to catch that stray drop of water off his cheek with my thumb and bring it to my mouth.
His eyes dart over to mine, wide in shock and leaving me feeling as though I'd done something wrong. My next move being to hightail it out of here but he stops me with a firm grasp on my hip, making me lean up against his desk next to him.
I make an effort to slip out of his hold but he gives me a warning glance, wordlessly telling me to behave and I do just that, shutting my mouth and watching as he works. He keeps a hand on my waist, making sure I'll stay, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my hip mindlessly where my shirt had risen up in my try to escape.
I do my best to keep my composure but the visions of last night flashing though my head makes it hard to control myself from rubbing my thighs together and I ultimately lose the battle.
Forgetting that he still has a hold on me earns me a knowing glance when he notices my actions, his gaze gradually getting more and more heated.
I lean back in an effort to get comfortable while I wait, my palms helping me balance on his desk behind me, leaving my chest sticking out a bit. I earn a tight squeeze on my waist as a warning to be patient and to stop squirming, which at the moment is very hard to accomplish with him looking so fucking sexy talking business with the man on the other line.
Was I relieved that it was a man calling him three times in a row on a Saturday afternoon? Yes, yes I was. It's none of my business though, nor do I have any grounds to have an opinion on it but his hand sliding up my waist says otherwise.
"Yes. Okay, okay alright was that everything? Okay well we'll pick this up on Monday morning. Thanks alright you have a good weekend too. Okay bye" he says, looking at me the whole time he finishes up his call, squeezing my waist now, making my breathing pick up and I know I'm in trouble when he hangs up the phone.
"You're a little minx you know that?" he says, turning his chair to face me and takes his hand off my waist only to slide it down my arms and hold my hand, placing kisses on my knuckles. "What do you mean?" I question, already breathless from the look of him sitting back in his chair, his legs spread wide and his gaze getting darker by the moment.
"You know what I mean. You came in here acting all innocent and helpful and next thing I know it you're licking water off my cheek? Seems pretty naughty Bunny. Don't you think?" he says while kissing the tips of my fingers, making sparks fly through my arms and straight to my head, keeping my gaze locked on his.
"I didn't lick it off your cheek" I say quietly but he lets out a dry chuckle in response. "Technicalities will get you nowhere sweetheart. Just admit that you wanted my attention, you were too impatient and couldn't even wait an hour for me to come back to you. It's okay, I won't laugh" he says, pulling on my hand and making me stumble onto his lap, my legs hanging over one of them.
"I- I just wanted to hel-" "I'm sure you did Darling and you were so thoughtful bringing me that medicine but I know you wanted something else huh?" he says while brushing away the hair that had fallen on my face when he pulled me down.
I shake my head but he cocks a brow at me, wordlessly telling me to tell him the truth so I in turn nod my head, admitting that deep down I did want his attention again.
"Now what was it that my Princess wanted? Did she just want attention or did she want to be touched again? Wanted me to take care of her again?" he taunts, taking note of all the times he's seen me rub my thighs together or get that breathless look on my face. I nod my head but he shakes his leaving me confused.
"If my Bunny wants something she's gotta use her words. Can you do that for me Darling? Can you use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me you want Daddy to touch you again?" he says, testing out a new name to call himself that's got me squirming again.
"Nuh uh none of that Darling, if you want something you've gotta ask for it. Now be a good girl and tell me what you want" he says, holding my hips in place, unbeknownst to me preventing me from rubbing my ass against him, still wanting to hold himself back.
His only priority and desire is to make me feel good and he wouldn't have it any other way. He knows I'm inexperienced and doesn't want to scare me away. He wants to take his time with me. 
"I want you to..." I start, trailing off from embarrassment, not being used to saying stuff like this let alone to someone as intoxicating as him.
"What was that Bunny? Didn't catch that" he presses, clearly enjoying the internal struggle that's shown all over my face. If he didn't know I had a shit poker face then he sure as hell knows now. No matter how you slice it he'll always be able to read me like a book.
"I want you to touch me" I whisper and he leans in as if he couldn't hear me but my lips at this point are inches from his, the slightest movement connecting mine with his.
"Lie back for me yeah?" he asks, his lips ghosting against mine before grabbing my hip and guiding me to sit on his desk before pushing all of his papers and laptop to the side dramatically making me laugh at the motion until I notice his laptop falling to the floor. His eyes follow mine and notice said device and simply shrugs.
"I can buy another one" he mumbles against my lips before connecting them in a short lived kiss as he guides me down, my back against his desk while he hovers over me. "You wanna try something else?" he says, watching my expression change from one of nervous excitement to intrigue.
"You trust me?" he questions, watching my face for any hesitation but finds none. "Yes" I say, nodding my head and he smiles before placing a kiss on my lips. "Close your eyes for me yeah? I promise I won't put it in. Well, not yet" he says and my eyes bug out at his words, my legs that are wrapped around his waist pull him even closer in an effort to close my legs.
"You like that? You like the idea of me claiming you as mine? Me being your first, your first everything" he says, leaning down and placing kisses on my neck, his warm breath against my sensitive skin driving me insane. I shudder at the feeling and he chuckles before placing a kiss under my ear, garnering another shudder in response.
"Answer me Bunny. You want me to be your first everything? Want me to learn and teach you everything you need to know about your body and what brings you pleasure?" he says while tracing his right hand along my torso, ghosting his fingertips along my waistband.
"Yes. Yes, I want you. Please just take it, take everything" I mumble and he tsks at me, again leaving me confused. "I'm not just gonna take everything. I'm giving you as much as I'm taking love. If you're letting me have you then you have me in return. Never forget that" he says and I nod my head. "I won't forget" I utter and he smiles in response before telling me to close my eyes again.
"Can I take these off bunny?" he asks in regards to my leggings and I mumble out a quick 'yes' trying to hold the whimpers at bay from the thought of me letting him have complete control over me. I know I have the power to stop everything but I wouldn't want to. Not with him.
As he slides everything off me he curses at the sight of me. "Fuck you're dripping" he rasps and I try to close my legs in response, now truly feeling that sense of vulnerability "You've gotta stay nice and still for me Darling. Can you do that?" he asks and I respond with a whimper which satisfies him, having mercy on me this time.
He drags a finger along my folds just as he had done before, gathering up my arousal before circling around my bud, gaining him a soft moan in response. "Be loud for me yeah? Wanna hear you moan my name" he prompts, wanting to hear what his name sounds like when it passes through my lips filled with ecstasy.
He doesn't wait for a response and just continues to play with me just as he did last night but as I feel myself getting closer he pulls away leaving me groaning from the feeling of getting that high again being taken away.
"Ready for something new princess?" he asks, caressing one of my thighs and placing a kiss on the inside of it. "W-wait!" I flinch nervously, not knowing how to feel about this. I've heard about it before but I never knew if it would be something that I'd like.
"You want me to stop?" he ask, pulling away a bit and letting me take control. "I'm scared, I-i I don't know what it'll feel like. I'm not sure if I'll like it" I admit, feeling as though I was about to cum just from the thought of him doing that to me.
"I can stop if you'd like, it's up to you princess. I wanna make you feel good and this is something I think you'll love. I know it's something I'd love to do to you if you'll let me" he says, coaxing me into it since he knows I'm just nervous, placing a few more kisses on my skin, this time switching to the other thigh.
I take a few breaths and think about it but decide to trust him, just as he asked me to. 
"I want you to do it" I let out, my cheeks burning up at the thought of what I'm asking for. "You want Daddy to eat you out?" he says smiling, loving the fact that I've still kept my eyes closed. I start to squirm, feeling his warm breath traveling further up my thigh, the anticipation driving me crazy. 
"P-please" I choke out, tears prickling my eyes as the intensity of the moment increases. "Patience Princess. Remember what I said about being loud?" he asks, his breath fanning directly over my core, making me lose all sense of feeling except for what he's barely doing to me. He hasn't even touched me and I'm about to cum. 
He leans in and gives a soft kiss to my clit, my legs spread wide and giving him full access to me. I take in a sharp breath at the sensation, my muscles locking up only for a moment but nonetheless catching his attention. 
"You want he to keep going?" he whispers into me, his nose nudging my clit, making my clench around nothing and he notices right away, utterly exposed to him. I moan out a yes and he smiles, placing a kiss on my upper thigh before going back in, slowly making out with my clit, his tongue tracing circles around it before traveling down to my hole that's begging to be full. 
He licks inside me and watches my reaction, my brows drawn together and my lips parted, uttering curses when I feel him slip his tongue in further, the sensation driving me insane. My back arches off the table when he presses his face against me. His nose rubbing against my clit while his lip and tongue make out with my entrance. 
If I were to open my eyes now I bet all I could see was the world spinning around me, the feeling of being drunk on him being my drug of choice and I don't think I'll ever be able to live without it.
"Fuck Jungkook" I moan out, this being the first time I get close to screaming his name and he growls into me before going back to playing with my clit, making me do it again. "You sound so sweet Bunny, but you taste even sweeter" he groans, watching as my chest rises and falls in the baggy shirt I've still got on. 
"Do me a favor love and lift up your shirt, that's it. Wanna watch you play with your tits" he rasps out. Doing just as he asks I moan at the image of him watching me touch myself again, incredibly turned on by the though of it alone. 
"There you go, you're doing so good for me. Look so pretty laying here and letting me play with you in my office. Fuck you're driving me crazy" he praises making me whimper in response. 
"You like that? You like it when Daddy praises you? Like it when he tells you you're being so perfect for him? Pretty just wants to be worshiped doesn't she?" I let out a moan at the thought of him taking time and worshiping anything and everything about me. I try to close my legs again on impulse but he pries them open, growling at the thought of me hiding from him. 
"I'm not done with you yet" he says, biting the inside of my thigh leaving me arching my back off the desk again, squeezing my breasts and making him even hungrier for me if even possible. 
"Does my baby like pain? Does she want me to leave marks all over her as a reminder? A reminder of how you let me have my way with you while you were spread out for me on my desk. I'm not gonna be able to focus next time I have to work in here. Always gonna remember how sweet you taste and how adorable you sound"  he says, licking the area he just bit before sucking a mark into the same spot.
I groan at the feeling, the slight sting from the bruise making me want to ask him for more. To mark me everywhere like he said, always leaving a reminder. 
I scream at the feeling of him putting his mouth on me again, kissing, sucking licking into me without mercy, catching me off guard by the intensity. I let out an incoherent string of curses, hoping he knows I'm begging for more and he moans against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout my body. 
"Don't stop, please please don't stop" I scream, the first decipherable words I've uttered in a while. On the cusps of ecstasy he growls into me when he sees me throw my hand over my mouth, embarrasses by how loud I'm getting. "Louder" he growls as a warning, not a request and so I do. 
I get louder and louder, screaming his name with curses being the only other words in my vocabulary. I feel as his movements get more intense, now using his fingers as well and moments later a wave of pleasure is crashing down, making me let out any and every sound I could possibly make, my voice getting softer and softer and I start to come down. 
Just when I feel like he's gonna stop he doesn't, he picks up the pace again which makes me whine in overstimulation, trying to wiggle away from him. 
"You can give me one more can't you?" he asks, pulling back only to lick a stripe into me, taking time to suck my sensitive bud into his mouth. "N-no no I can't" I say, shaking my head and trying to push him off and he pulls back and chooses to lean over me. 
"Just one more Bunny. I know you can" he encourages. Although I'm reluctantly saying no we both know I want to experience it, wanna experience coming undone one right after the other. 
He comes down and kisses me, making me taste myself on his lips and I can't get enough of him, I want to be good for him, I want him. I whine when he delicately runs his fingers over me again "You're so swollen but I'm sure you can handle it, can't you Darling?" he taunts. 
He pulls away from my lips and trails his down, kissing and sucking marks all over my chest giving me a bit more time to recover before deciding. "Yes, fuck yes" I moan when he greedily sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. My back arches again when he moans around it, making me desperately want to cum again, wanting it as much as he does now. 
"Want you to watch me this time. Can you do that?" he ask, giving me one last kiss on the lips before sliding his tongue down my torso, stopping to bite my hip, breaking me out of the daze I'd been left in, asking me to answer.
I nod my head and he luckily takes that as a response, going easy on me since I'm still not fully there after what he'd done to me. What he's still doing to me...
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After he makes me cum again I lose all sense of reality and I can barely tell up from down. He leaves the room only for a moment to get a warm towel to clean me up and I take that time to catch my breath, staring at the celling and trying to wrap my head around what just happened. 
I jump at the feeling of him cleaning me up gently and he apologizes, going a little slower with a lighter touch, doing just enough before helping me sit up. "You with me?" he asks, steadying me as I still sit on his desk, swaying back and forth. 
I turn my eyes to him and blink sleepily, smiling and taking in his handsome features and notice how red and swollen his lips have gotten. 
"There she is" he coos, brushing my hair back and cupping my face, looking at me as if I was incredibly precious to him. Little do I know that that's exactly what I am to him. 
That's a conversation for another time though. For now he'll just enjoy the dazed and freshly fucked look I give him, laughing at how adorable I look. 
"You wanna bath?" he asks and I nod, making the corner of his lips turn up before he scoops me up. I cuddle into him and link my arms around his neck, enjoying the slight bouncing sensation I feel with every step he takes. 
After he ascends the steps with ease I watch as we pass by my bedroom door and get confused as to why he's not taking me to bathe in there. I frown at him and he chuckles shaking his head and walking the both of us into his room.
"My bathtub is bigger and more comfortable" he explains and I nod, tightening my hold on him for only a moment before he guides me to sit on the edge of the tub. 
"You want a bubble bath?" he asks, turning to look through his cabinet and pulls out two bottles, one that smell of lavender and the other of eucalyptus. I point at the lavender and he smiles, nodding his head and putting the other one back before walking over to turn the faucet on, adjusting it until it's just the right temperature. 
"Do you take bubble baths Mr. Jeon?" I tease, earning a playful glare that breaks into a smirk moments later. "Who says grown men can't tale bubble baths? And it's Daddy to you" he says booping me on the nose, giving me butterflies. 
"You like being called Daddy huh?" I tease again and he crouches down in front of me, putting us at eye level. "I dunno, sounded like you liked it back there too" he says, smirking when he sees me avert my eyes, this time placing a kiss on my nose before straightening up. 
"Arms up" he orders and I lift them up so he can take off the last piece of clothing I've got left. "Who's shirt is this?" he asks, taking note of the oversize fit. "It's mine" I say truthfully, too quick for his liking though, making him suspicious of me. "Uh huh" he says slowly before throwing it in the corner of the bathroom. 
With a look like that even I can tell that I won't be getting that back anytime soon. It really is my shirt though...
After he pours in the bubbles and I'm satisfied by their bubbliness (which he reminds me is not a real word) I get in and moan at the feeling of the warmth enveloping me. My muscles losing all of their tension as I breathe in the calming scent of lavender surrounding me.
"You enjoying yourself?" he chuckles, leaning up against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest just as he had done this morning and I gulp at the sight. "Yeah, I needed this" I say, sinking further into it and being swallowed whole by the bubbles. "Well just call me if you need me" he says but before I can stop myself I quickly tell him 'No'.
He tilts his head to the side and smiles softly, taking in the precious sight of me surrounded by bubbles with almost a panicked look on my face, showing my honesty in wanting him to stay. "Can you sit with me maybe?" I ask, looking down and playing with the bubbles, shy that I'm begging for even more of his attention. 
"Sure Darling" he says, grabbing a stool that was tucked in a corner and placing it right next to the tub so he can stay with me. 
After a few moments of comfortable silence I break it with the one question that's been on my mind since I felt the air shift between us. 
"Can I ask you a question?" I say, looking up at him, noticing that he's started to play around with the bubbles that rest high above the surface. "No" he answers, pushing a dampened strand of hair off my face. 
"What?" I freeze, surprised at his answer. "I know what you're gonna ask so no. You can't, not yet. Let's get you cleaned up and well rested before we go there, alright?" he asks giving me a sad smile, so many words left unsaid behind those eyes, begging to be released.
I wait for a moment, studying him and notice that he looks almost...vulnerable. Something I had never seen from him before so I decide to just nod my head, returning the same smile before leaning back against the tub and sinking in a bit further, the water now just below my nose. 
"Aye! Don't you go drowning on me in there" he chuckles and my eyes smile, glad my efforts of lightening the mood had worked. 
Taking it a step further I choose violence and splash him, making the bottom of his shirt get wet. He gasps at the action and puts his hand over his chest "I make you a nice bath and this is how you repay me? The audacity!" he says dramatically before giving me a splash in return leaving me gasping just as he had done.  
After exchanging a few more splashes and laughs we call it a truce and we sit there talking and joking around until the water goes cold, going back to that sense of normalcy that I was so scared that we might've lost... 
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novalpha · 11 months
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𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑠
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♡ Fluff || ୨୧ Angst || ★ Smut || ꗃ SMAU || ⌗ Series || ✿ Drabble || ♤ Mature (No smut) || ✹ Humor
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ The shattered camera ✹♡⌗୨୧ -> @puppetwritings
Summary: Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Head in the clouds (Landing among stars) ♡୨୧♤✹ -> @twogyuu
Synopsis: You're busy. He's busy. Doctors are busy. Pilots are busy. But somehow, he always found time for you - including pretending to be your boyfriend for your cousin's wedding.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Hi Wonwoo ୨୧ -> @diamondyjh
Synopsis: Sharing the details about your day with your boyfriend is a part of your daily routine.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Favorite ★ -> @wonusite
Synopsis: When Professor Jeon realizes his most earnest student is no longer paying him the attention he craves, he goes to great lengths to make sure he’s the only one holding her attention.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Love you twice ♡୨୧★ -> @toruro
description: in which your extremely hot and sexy one night stand turns out to be your son’s teacher. naturally, chaos ensues, but you might just find love as your life continues to take an unexpected turn.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Right where you left me ♡୨୧★ -> @tonicandjins
summary: in which wonwoo leaves and takes your heart with him. three years later, you're in another city, but tragically, right where he left you.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ In the spring ♡୨୧ -> @viastro
synopsis: in which you suffer from a car accident and have amnesia when you wake up. wonwoo is your current boyfriend, but you keep remembering your ex. [inspired by the numerous tiktoks i saw with this prompt]
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Payment due ♡୨୧★ -> @solarwonux
Synopsis: HYBE U one of the top highly prestigious universities in the country. A shit hole, a total money making scam that liked to sucked the life out of its students. Not being able to meet the funds to pay for your tuition your best friend lets you in a little secret. A way he’s been keeping afloat for years now, easy money. The problem is you want in. 
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Sharing is caring but I don't care ♡✹ -> @gamerwoo
Summary: All cat hybrids are different, but Wonwoo is exactly what you’d expect: reclusive, only wants attention for a limited amount of time, and slightly passive aggressive. You don’t mind, you love Wonwoo all the same. But he suddenly gets a lot more clingy after your best friend asks you to babysit the dog hybrid he’s fostering that seems to take a liking to you.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Wedding weekends with Wonwoo ♡✹୨୧ -> @suhnshinehaos
SYNOPSIS. jeon wonwoo, the perfect man. kind, smart, successful career, and not too bad on the eyes. all his friends are getting married and everyone’s aunts, mothers, and family friends are trying to set him up with their friends, sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews at every wedding he attends. he’s tired of it. what better way to solve his problem than to employ your help, someone who’s having the exact same one?
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Blind ♡୨୧ -> @wtf-taeyong
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Roommates with benefits ♡★✹ -> @shuaflix
SUMMARY ▸ initially, wonwoo doesn’t think much about your incessant requests to play on his xbox. however, when what was supposed to be a two-hour visit to his place stretches out for two weeks, he starts to think you’re overstaying your welcome.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Momentum ♡୨୧♤ -> @wonlouvre Part 2 , Part 3
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ His favourite colour is blue ♡୨୧ -> @euphoricsunflowers
summary: there’s this guy in your history class who is so attractive, but he’s cold and closed off. guess you gotta fix that.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Love me tender...or maybe not ♡★ -> @multi-kpop-fanfics
Summary: cupids are the messengers of love and eros. but not all of them have truly experienced eros, in mind and flesh.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Your friends suck ♡୨୧★ -> @edenssheart
Summary: Your friend group is filled with people who tend to push their wants onto you, so with you being a pushover, you sorta let them. Wonwoo takes notice after a while and begins to help you pull away.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Just ask ♡୨୧★ -> @idyllic-ghost
synopsis: you're not very good at asking for things, especially not of the sexual kind. but maybe you can be driven to a point where you simply have to ask.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Amour-Haine & Co ♡୨୧★ -> @wonwoosthetic
Six years. Six long years have you been working side-by-side with your father. Balancing studying at university while playing his right hand throughout it all without ever complaining about how hard it was, but rather always putting 200% into everything you did. You helped him grow the company to where it now was.
And now, after the many ups and downs you have shared, he retires only to let the company get bought by some young wannabe Jeff Bezos, who thinks money and looks is everything he needs to get him through life.
If someone thought you’d just let this pass and work as Jeon Wonwoo’s side chick… they would be wrong. So, let the games begin.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Blood love , Part 2 ♡୨୧★ -> @multi-kpop-fanfics
Summary: Swearing off human blood can be condemning for a vampire - despite Wonwoo surviving without it for decades. But living in the current era is much more different than the past - because you exist.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Good luck charm ♡★ -> @sluttywoozi
Summary: Progamer!wonwoo is having a minor breakdown in a closet pre-tournament. Good thing you know the perfect good luck charm for him!
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Sucker (for you) ♡✹ -> @gyu-effect
SUMMARY || First year in college was always known to be stressful with all the assignments to complete, parties to enjoy and lectures to attend. But for you, it was a whole different type of stress: the conflicting (and growing) feelings of affection towards your best friend. Falling for him isn’t an option, but neither is avoiding him. So what do you do when you are down bad for the one and only Jeon Wonwoo?
Or, in which, one drunk party sends you hurtling down a rollercoaster of love for your best friend.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Meet cute of the century ♡୨୧★ -> @lovelyhan
the last thing you expected when you volunteered at your city’s local animal shelter is to meet the hottest cat person in the world. now if only he’d just adopt one of them so you’d stop ogling him every time he drops by.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Homewrecked ♡୨୧★ -> @ncteez
Wonwoo doesn’t seem to realize that you’re giving him the best option out of a relationship that doesn’t even involve you. With a cheating best friend on one side, and a loyal Wonwoo loving her from two hours away on another, you decide that home wrecking isn’t always a bad idea. 
or the one where wonwoo fights internal demons over wanting you bc he’s in a relationship that he doesn’t even realize is falling apart.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ POV ♡୨୧ -> @by-soleil
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Something old, something new ♡★ -> @kwanisms
summary: When you get the news that your cousin is getting married, you lie about bringing your boyfriend as your date. Panicking, you ask your best friend, Wonwoo, to be your fake boyfriend.
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ The Peephole ★ -> @rubyreduji
summary: wonwoo can’t stop thinking about how he wants to ruin his roommate, the peephole in his wall isn’t helping tamper those desires either
❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Pretend It's Someone That Came for You ♡୨୧★ -> @beefboyandbabygirl
description: you're lonely. you're so lonely you think it might actually kill you. but when wonwoo transfers to your office, he might just change that fact.
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checkoutmybookshelf · 10 months
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The Quartet That Started It All
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As followers of this blog will note, this is not actually the quartet that started it all for me, but it DID launch author Tamora Pierce's career in the 1980s, and Alanna remains absolutely beloved among Pierce's heroines. Let's talk the Song of the Lioness Quartet.
In a classic case of "if I can't do this as a girl, then I'll do this as a boy and I have a handy twin brother to go full Twelfth Night with," Alanna of Trebond begins The First Adventure by dressing as a boy to train as a page in Tortall's royal court. This book introduces all our main characters and establishes Alan the page amongst his peers and Alanna as she finds herself and her place in chivalry.
One of the other amazing things about Alanna's story overall is that she begins it absolutely terrified of her own magical gift. Her arc includes learning to work with her magic rather than to fear it, and that's a twist on magic users that I really appreciated. We often get overly confident magic users--indeed, we'll get TWO of them later in the series--but it's rare that we get magic users who are fully aware of their powers and are still absolutely terrified of them. So of course, the story and the world and Pierce herself keep throwing Alanna into situations where she has no choice but to develop and use her gift. It's so, so good. This first book covers Alanna's page years, and we move into her squire years in book two.
In the Hand of the Goddess really expands on Alanna's key relationship with Prince Jon on Conte, Duke Roger of Conte, and Geroge Cooper. Alanna moves into a wider world of adult politics and stakes in this book. From being able to defeat an older, stronger, and more experienced opponent in a duel to developing her healing skills when a wound puts her out of commission during a war, Alanna cements her skills, connections, and position in society. This culminates with unmasking Roger as an attempting regicide and the accidental reveal of her gender.
This book is really, really good, and extends Alanna's childhood fear of magic to her fear of Roger specifically in a really natural, logical way. I could say more about the details, but these two books have an episodic vibe to them, so I won't spend too much time exploring every single key plot event.
The Woman Who Rides Like a Man sees Alanna spending her first year as a knight in the desert, with a Bazhir tribe. She becomes their shaman by way of self-defense; she murders their first shaman when he tries to murder her for "being unnatural." Then it falls to Alanna to train three magic users for the tribe, and this is where we see more nuance into how different magic users relate to their powers, from sheer hubris to fear to "this is just part of me, let's do this." It's a phenomenal experience for Alanna, and she learns as much from her students as they do
Book three also sees Jonathan bitching to hell and back about having to be king, which is not a great look, and it's one Alanna calls him on. He spends most of the book alternating between pitching a hissy fit, begging Alanna to marry him, and training to take over as Voice of the Tribes. The interesting thing here is that Alanna refuses to marry Jon. He is trying to fit Alanna into his own fairy tale, and she very much goes "That isn't our relationship, I can't do that. We aren't meant to be like that, and that's ok." If I could inject that lesson into humanity's collective head, I would. It's well done and it's great.
Lioness Rampant picks up on Alanna's travels after she leaves the Bazhir, and eventually sees her return to Corus with a magical artifact to help secure Jonathan's position as king.
There's also the teeny tiny complication that Alanna's twin brother, Thom, has resurrected Duke Roger. Absolute chaos ensues, and Roger almost manages to take out the entire court during Jonathan's coronation. Nobody should have to kill an evil sorceror twice, but Alanna did.
If you want to dive into Tamora Pierce's Tortall Universe, starting with Alanna is absolutely a good choice. These books hold a very soft spot in my heart, and they're never not engaging.
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ACCOUNTABILITY (PART TWO)
Jim felt deeply ashamed. There was the shame that he'd caved to his baser sexual urges. Even when he having conjugal relations with his wife, the married father imagined he was fucking some nubile 19 year old porn chick from the Hot Guys Fuck video. Then, as Jim got closer and closer to cumming, Jim imagined a hot, jacked college dude in bed with them, hot masculine hands touching his body while he fucked. The very forbidden notion made him cum like gangbusters. And kept him hard after.
But the real shame came from the fact that his son had more willpower than than him. After the two escalated their infractions on the Covenant Watch app, Ryan stopped looking at porn. Cold turkey, stopping as quickly as he started. There were some exchanges of eye contact between them, almost like Ryan was apologizing silently for stopping the little game the two were playing.
Jim never felt prouder of his boy. He'd imagined his role as a father was to lead his family by Christian example, and here his eldest was taking that role for him. It was humbling as hell, but Jim McCready also realized that humility was part of the church's teachings. His Ryan had led him astray almost to teach him that lesson.
And it was reassuring to have his world returned. Family life. Church twice a week, dinners together, soccer practice for the younger kids, football games on Friday.
Thanksgiving Eve was the big end of regular season for Ryan's team. Practically a high holiday in their small town. It was a close game, which only made the victory that much more thrilling. On a Ryan McCready TD catch no less.
It was a storybook end to his son's high school football career, which is what made the notifications on his phone bright and early Thanksgiving morning that much more of a surprise.
Covenant Watch showed 92 infractions.
"Fuck!" Jim thought to himself, almost saying it out loud. He was mad at Ryan, genuinely mad. This wasn't dipping his toes into sin, it was wallowing in it. And Jim was mad that Ryan was doing this only because the teen expected his father wouldn't do shit to stop him. Jim was angry he'd been made accomplice to this, because of his own weakness.
Jim slipped on some casual clothes and made his way to his study. He wasn't sure he could use the excuse of checking work emails on Thanksgiving morning, but he needed privacy.
Every video was a gay porn video. Jim began clicking on each link. There were ones of jocks with coaches, and ones with two college-looking guys fooling around. There were amateur hookup ones, and some gloryhole cocksucking vids. Jim was lightheaded as he watched each one.
He wasn't going to get through 92 of them, or close. He didn't have time. And he was too turned on. He quietly lowered his sweats and spit into his palm. He went back to one of the coach and jock ones and pressed play. Four tugs was all it took for the man to send his cum flying all over his desk.
"Fuck!" he grunted as he came down. He grabbed some Kleenex to wipe off and clean up. He felt out of control, like a teenager, like Ryan, but strangely the intense emotions of guilt were gone. A good orgasm will do that for you.
Even when his son came down for breakfast, sleepy from what was clearly a late night stroking off, Jim didn't feel self conscious. Ryan and he had more in common than he ever expected. Jim wondered if he'd have to have a talk to check in with his son.
Ryan took a private moment later that morning to lean in and whisper to his father. "I needed to treat myself after winning the game last night," he said. "Hope that's OK, Dad."
Jim McCready was in full accomplice mode now. Ryan knew he wasn't going to say anything or do anything. And the comment was as much to save face for Jim as anything.
Still, the father didn't want to let on that anything bothered him. If Ryan was gonna make Jim his accountability accomplice, he was gonna lean into it all. "With that catch buddy, you probably earned more than 92 dings."
Ryan was surprised, at first. But then broke into a smile. "That was pretty awesome, right?"
Jim clipped his son's strong back with his hand, a paternal pat of affection. "Insane, Killer..." Jim winked. "Doesn't mean you don't get out of helping out your mother today, though."
Ryan laughed. One of his duties was to help with the prep and cleanup for his mom for Thanksgiving dinner. He was kind of her go-fer for the morning. "I'll get dressed."
***
Jim felt like he'd handled it well. This was just Ryan's hormones spiking. The kid would get over his kink soon. Find his willpower again. Hopefully settle down with a steady girfriend, though Jim's doubts there were starting to nag him.
Besides, he had his own hormones out of control. He found himself with an alone moment and idly pulled out his phone. "Two can play at this, kiddo," he said quietly and pulled up Pornhub. Selected Gay setting and searched for "coach." Some of the thumbnails looked fake. 28-year old "jocks" with 30-year old "coaches." Fake sets, fake clothes. But one was real enough. Hidden camera, dim lighting, real bodies. The jock was of age, Jim reflected thankfully, but maybe a college freshman or sophomore. Bent over a standard-issue metal desk and getting railed by a beefy coach, zip up top and whistle around his neck and naked from the waist down.
Jim McCready was hard as a rock. Even after jerking off that morning, his dick pressed a thick ridge in his jeans. He didn't have time to watch more than this and over the next four minutes he forgot he was doing this to taunt Ryan. He was caught up in the fantasy and his own bodily response to watching two men fuck.
"Fuck," he hissed as he closed the vid and slid the phone back in his pocket. He was hyperventilating. He reached down to grip his boner, trying to pinch it into submission. Thinking about his work stresses or the friendly wager he had with his buddies on the Cowboys and Lions games that day.
When he was presentable, he made his way back to the family room. The younger kids were watching some movie on TV, and the domestic scene made Jim feel another pang of guilt. He had a wonderful family, a devout family, and here he and Ryan were sinning. Not just sinning, but enjoying their mutual sin.
But the father let his attention drift into the movie.
"Hey Dad," Ryan's voice said from behind him. Jim turned to see his strapping son standing there, car keys in hand. "Mom wanted me to go pick up some milk at the convenience store... need anything?"
Jim used to chastise Ryan for going out underdressed for winter weather, but the kid seemed not to have a normal relationship to cold. It might be Alabama, but it was still November. Only now the father was glad to see Ryan in just shorts and his FCA t-shirt, the gold cross necklace matching his father's. Maybe it was the way Ryan's clean-cut image hid a truly naughty side.
"I'm good, buddy," he said, trying to take his eyes off his son's lean, tall, muscular body.
Jim was still processing his thoughts after Ryan left when he felt his phone vibrate. There was a text from Ryan.
"Good taste."
It was cheeky and impertinent and just the right thing to write to turn Jim on. Somehow Ryan's text arrived right before the Covenant Watch notification. "Video watched: Pornub, Coach fucks player after the game"
Jim McCready's heart pounded. He slyly looked to make sure the family was engrossed in the TV before he typed a reply. "I would have thought 92 would have been enough for you, kiddo." Gently chastising but mostly playful.
Ryan's reply was immediate. "I'm 18, Dad. What do you think?"
Jim's throat felt tight. He was getting horny. Again. The idea of Ryan getting off multiple times a day fueled his imagination. "I think I should be stricter with you," he wrote back. Jim couldn't tell if he meant it tongue-in-cheek or earnestly.
Ryan didn't reply. Hell, for all the times he'd told his son not to text and drive, he should have been happy. But Jim worried he'd put an end to his game. And he hated that he wanted it to continue.
Ryan picked it back up when the father least expected it. There was always a flurry of activity in the McCready household as the kids helped their mother bring all the food to the table and as Jim poured the water glasses at each place setting. They were just sitting down when Ryan appeared, face flushed. His son was up to something, Jim knew, and from the buzz in his pocket, Jim had a good idea what.
"Let's say grace," he said. Then he led the family in prayer.
The meal was sweet torture for Jim. Keeping his good-father poker face on while they ate and talked. He didn't feel boner-horny but that kind of nervous energy horny. And Ryan's flitting eye contact had something else going on. The kiddo was nervous.
And when they'd finished up, Ryan offered to do Jim's normal task of cleaning up. "You go watch the game, Dad," he said. "I got this."
Jim's wife gave a look of pleasant surprise. Jim returned it the best he could but he had a feeling Ryan had an ulterior motive.
The women in the McCready household would watch Auburn football but had no use for the NFL. So Jim's wife and their two daughters got ready to go out to the park for a post-meal walk. They were always making talk about eating too much and needing to walk off their meal.
They'd barely left when Jim checked his phone. The Covenant Watch notification read: " Video watched: XVideos, Gaycest, Sauna Time." The father looked over at his two boys. Mitchell was engrossed in the game. Ryan was pretending to be, while sneaking glances over at his dad.
Jim gulped. His heart raced. This was so wrong.
Slyly he picked up his phone again and typed out a text to Ryan. "Can't wait to watch it buddy." Blushing as he did.
Ryan smiled as he read it. And quickly typed back a reply. "It's really good, Dad."
Jim was throwing hard. He didn't really want Ryan to see his boner, and he definitely didn't want Mitchell seeing it. With a lewd thought the father realized his younger son would probably grow into the studly jock looks Ryan had. But that was a ways off.
The dad slid the phone into his pocket and waited for a commercial break. His hardon had almost gone down. Almost. He stood up from the couch and made his way to the restroom. He probably didn't have a lot of time, but he needed to watch this, at least part of it.
His heart was in his throat he was so excited. The title promised the taboo material, but surely this wasn't gonna be what Jim thought it was? As he clicked and watched, it was. There wasn't any explicit dad-and-son dialogue, but the two guys were clearly cast that way, in a sauna, getting hard with each other, before sucking each other.
Jim wanted to stroke. But he was already taking longer in there than he should. If Mitchell hadn't been around, he thought with a shudder. With a pinch at the base of his prick, he willed himself into a softer state then stuffed his meat back into his briefs.
His face was flushed when he returned. Ryan noticed and had a grin. Mitchell was oblivious.
"Good?" came Ry's text.
Unconsciously, Jim nodded. But he typed anyway. "The best I've seen."
Ryan gave a darting glance over to his little brother. The jock was enjoying the sneaking around, Jim knew. Jim couldn't tell if he enjoyed that part too or if it was just uncomfortable torture.
A message came in on Jim's phone. "I've thought about that for a while."
Jim hadn't. But he knew he would now, and the idea Ryan had perved on him only made the idea hotter. "Yeah buddy?" he typed, now getting into the flirtation.
"You have no idea Dad." Ryan's cocky expression was giving way to a shy one.
Jim grinned now. "Maybe you can tell me sometime."
"I'd like that sir."
Jim McCready was boned now. Full on hard. He angled his body so Mitch couldn't see. But he spread his legs so Ryan could.
The high school senior smirked and did his own manspreading. There was a hard ridge riding up his son's loose shorts.
Just then the front door opened, the sound coming in from the other room. The women were back.
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Ryan woke up late. He'd stayed up edging before finally shooting a huge load. It wasn't quite 92 videos this time, but it was a couple dozen. And some incest porn stories. He was a little mad at himself for even denying himself porn before.
He had to laugh at his morning wood now. His father had actually eyed up his cock. And shown his own. Ryan leaned up in bed. Plenty of time to take care of his needs later. Maybe he and Dad could tease each other some more. Ryan was VERY surprised at how this had escalated. Maybe the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree.
And, as he checked his phone, there were 117 Covenant Watch infractions. Most incest themed, at least the top listings. Ryan didn't bother to scroll through them all.
"Fuck!" he gasped.
He got dressed and made his way down to the kitchen. It was empty and he could see why. It was 10 AM. His mom and sisters liked to hit the Black Friday sales. Ryan wandered through the house. He had a good idea where his father was. Indeed as he approached his father's study, he saw the door cracked. He gave a quick knock.
"Come in, buddy," came his father's voice.
His dad was seated as his desk, in his preppy polo shirt that molded to his fit muscular upper body. From where Ryan stood he wasn't sure what his father was wearing below the waist, but the man's hand was down at his crotch, clearly jerking off while he held the phone in his other hand.
Jim looked up at him with a horny look. "Mitchell's over at his friend's, the girls are gone... it's just us, Killer." The tone was jocular but with a raspy edge to it.
"Yeah?" Ryan asked. The implications setting in.
Jim nodded and with a fateful motion he set down his phone and stood up. The man was indeed naked beyond the polo, and a thick hard ridge of dad meat stood up, a slight curve to the otherwise ramrod straight boner.
"Fuck!" his son gasped. Any retreat of his morning wood was giving way to a renewed hardon.
Jim's heart raced. This was so wrong, and he couldn't even believe he was doing this. Showing off his cock to Ry. But the young stud had worked him up, enraged him as surely as waving a red flag at an angry bull. The father's libido was now out of control. "You wanted to see me, right?"
Ryan nodded. He'd been the one to push the envelope so it was wild to see his father take the initiative like this. Silently he pushed his own shorts down, over his matching teen boner.
"Nice..." Jim grinned. "You're hotter than those porn dudes," he added.
Ryan could barely speak he was so horny. "You, too. I mean... fuck!"
Jim walked around, slowly, his thick hard paternal dick waving some with his steps. "We got a few hours alone, buddy."
Ryan was moving toward his dad, too. Was this really gonna happen? The touch of his father's hand on his hip was the first indication it would. Then a second later, their dicks touched, two McCready cocks making contact.
"God help me, son," Jim hissed as leaned in and turned his head just slightly before his lips pressed against Ryan's.
The jock was light headed as he felt his father's tongue trace his lips, then press into Ryan's opening mouth. It was his first french kiss was a dude, and it was his own dad. The videos of incest had been hot as fuck, but this was on another level. Pure mindblowing thrill. He hissed back and started feeling up any bit of his dad's body he could.
Jim was doing the same, humping Ryan's hard crotch and feeling up the kid's bare ass. "My room or yours buddy?" the man finally asked with a bedroom voice Ryan had never heard from his father. It was one that could have barely imagined. Sultry, deep, and playful.
"God, yours, Dad," he hissed. It was SO wrong to fool around in his parent's bed, and yet that's what Ryan wanted.
Jim grinned at that and gave Ryan's rump a light slap. For 18, the kid had an amazing rump, muscular and thick. "Naughty boy," he hissed. "My room it is."
Ryan's heart was pounding double time as his Dad led the way. Jim had an incredible ass, too, meatier and thicker with age. But his father was in shape and still a total stud. The two stripped down completely before the man sat on the bed's edge and pulled Ryan's cock body toward him. They kissed in that position a second, before Jim grunted and used his strength to leverage his football jock son up and on to the mattress.
Ryan was seeing a new Jim McCready, and feeling his father in all the man's nakedness too, as Jim climbed on top of his son, kissing and mauling every inch of the younger flesh.
"Dad," Ryan grunted. So turned on, but his mind racing a million miles an hour. "We could get caught."
"Fuck yeah we could," Jim growled before covering his son's mouth with his own. Again, that deep tongue kiss, more urgent than before. Jim McCready was full-on enraged with lust and it was rubbing off on Ryan. The older man had a grin when he finally pulled back. "But we're probably not gonna."
Already his was using his legs to push his son's legs apart. "You cherry, Ry?" he asked in a throaty rasp.
Ryan nodded. He was nervous but harder than he'd ever been in his life. Feeling his dad's body, seeing his dad's cock, and witnessing his dad's sexual hunger. That gold cross necklace a reminder of his father's outstanding public persona, a contrast to the sin they were committing now. "Yes, sir."
That answer made Jim's nostrils flare in excitement. Already he was reaching over for lube in the nightstand. It didn't get a lot of use. His and Kelly's sex life was normal, vanilla, and while Jim resorted to masturbation some he kept his habit in check. At least until lately.
"You can say no anytime, Ryan," he said, the father role returning, even as he applied the liquid to his son's jock hole.
"I want it, Dad," Ryan answered, his body breaking into goosebumps to feel his Dad's finger circle then penetrate his tight sphincter. He looked down at where Jim's arm was wedged between his spread legs and back up into this dad's hungry eyes. "I'm scared," the teen added. "But I want it."
Jim nodded. His finger pressed in and out slowly. "I got ya buddy. I just want this SO bad." He leaned in and kissed his boy while he fingered Ryan with a second digit. Then a third.
They didn't extend the foreplay. They were too worked up, and they'd been building up to this for the last 24 hours.
Ryan wish it didn't hurt, but the penetration stung.
"There, buddy," Jim said, the softer side of his bedroom voice coming out. "I'm inside in ya, Killer. Inside my son."
"Fuck, Dad," Ryan gasped. The psychological side of the incest fuck was winning out over the physical sensation.
More dad dick was sliding in him. "This is what you wanted right? What you wanted when you first sent me those videos?"
Ryan pulled his legs wider. Trying to accept his father inside him. He needed every inch of his dad now. "I don't know. Is this what you wanted when you set up the accountability buddies thing?"
Jim bottomed out and wildly kissed his son again. Not a protracted kiss, but deep. He pulled back with a leer on his face. Already his was pumping Ryan, fucking him. "I had no fucking idea, Killer. No idea how depraved I was."
"I like you depraved, Dad." Ryan said, maybe louder than he should. But they had the house to themselves. Hopefully.
His dad's hips pumped faster. The physicality of the cock thrusting in and out felt good to Ryan, the harshness turning into a pleasant intensity that made his ass and cock and hole buddy buzz.
"You got it, Ry. Gonna be hard to keep my hands off you." The man was losing focus, the pleasure and tightness of Ryan's ass getting him close so soon. He paused and reached over for the lube again. He'd watched this in the videos, the bottom jerking off while getting fucked. He wanted his son to get off, too, like one of those porn dudes.
The second Ryan's hand wrapped around his lubed prick, the sensations in his ass felt night and day different. No longer challenging, every movement of his father's cock, whether small or deeper, made his cock feel more pleasurable.
"Go for it, buddy," Jim urged. Fucking faster, leaning in more to gaze down into Ryan's youthful handsome face. The father was gonna cum any minure, any second, but he hoped his son would get there too.
"Fuck me Dad!" the jock cried, his toes curling and his body entering a deep O.
"God yeah, Ry! Shoot it!" Jim watched in excitement as heavy ropes of white cum shot out and landed on Ryans' mostly smooth ripped torso.
Three more hard shoves was all it took for Jim to unload. Ass fucking was so different than sex with Kelly. Jim was addicted.
The father and son made out, clinging to one another while the dad's prick slowly softened and retreated it.
Jim was in tender lover mode as he stroked Ryan's hair and held the boy close. "So.. I got your cherry...."
"Yes, sir," Ryan said. It was wild the number hormones did on you, the teen thought. Making you hard charging one minute, clingy the next. He'd experienced this with girls, but with his dad it was a hundred times deeper. "I'm glad you got it."
"I'm going to hell," Jim said, half a joking comment but the religious misgivings were real and coming on strong.
"It'll be worth it," Ryan said softly. "Please... don't freak out on me, Dad."
Jim gave a smile and patted Ryan's warm chest. "OK, no freaking out, buddy. Promise." He looked up at the clock. "We have maybe two hours. Wanna get showered off?"
Ryan nodded. He was glad his father helped him up off the bed. The jock felt surprisingly drained from the sex.
The energy came back as they shared a shower, though. Sudsing and rinsing each other. Kissing each other beneath the spray. Getting hard again. Jim held his son and pulled the wet warm athletic body toward his. The kid was right. Hell would be worth it. His hands snaked down to cup Ryan's bubble ass, a finger digging in naughtily.
"How you doing down there, Killer?" Jim asked, concern but also flirtation in his voice. The father felt very honored to have taken his stud son's anal virginity.
Ryan gave a soft grin. "Empty, sir."
Jim let out a soft grunt. He kissed Ryan, harder, then pulled off and turned the football jock around.
Ryan knew what was happening and he wanted it. Who knows how often he and Dad would have the chance for this. He braced one arm against the tile wall and reached back to pull one cheek apart, letting his father in.
Jim was fuck hard now, and quickly sudsed up for lubrication. The entry was easy now, Ryan now learning how to relax.
Ryan grunted a grunt of pleasure. His dad hit some amazing spot deep inside him. "Yes," he hissed just as he felt his dad's lips kiss the back of his neck.
"It's like fucking honeymoon sex," Jim growled. Thrusting into his boy once more.
It was a thrill to hear his dad curse and get that bedroom voice. But Ryan's head also went to the idea of his dad fucking his mother on their honeymoon. Maybe that's when Ryan was conceived...
Their pairing was less verbal as the men communicated with their bodies. Jim's slow but urgent pump in and out of Ryan's ass, the father's hands caressing and holding the jock's wet muscle. Ryan arching his back in just the right position to be taken.
Jim came alone this time. His muscular middle aged body thrusting more spasmodically into his son's smoother one, the grip around Ryan's torso getting tighter and more possessive as he nutted inside his son's bare ass for a second time. Then the soft kisses and relaxation returning.
"God, Dad," Ryan whined. He so turned on. He never wanted this feeling to end yet he also needed to get off.
There was that light smack again as Jim withdrew. "Turn around," came the back of an order.
Ryan complied automatically, showing off a hardon that was matched in size and shape to his father's. Not a twin, but clearly related.
Already Jim was crouching down in the shower, the spray soaking his hair as he leaned in and swallowed his boy's prick.
"Yeah!" Ryan gasped. He was so primed it wasn't going to take long. Just six or so bobs of his father's mouth on his cock did it. Ryan was spurting hard and heavy into Jim's craw.
The jock didn't know what to expect but he watched as his dad clearly swallow it all. The man had a proud look on his face when he finally stood up too. "All right, let's get dressed. I better air out the bedroom too."
Ryan was concerned that the post-nut business-like vibe was his Dad's way of feeling guilty. Or dealing with the guilty. As he went back to his room and got properly dressed, Ry felt like he should be feeling guilty himself. But he wasn't. He went to his father's study and gathered his and his dad's shorts and brought them and his father's phone to him.
"No one can fucking know," Jim said. Not harshly but clearly needing to say it.
"Of course, Dad. Jesus."
Jim smiled and patted Ryan's arm. "You've certainly grown into a fine looking man."
Ryan grinned back. He could see a glint in his dad's eyes. "You wanting round three, sir?"
Jim laughed. "Can't fucking risk it, buddy. But yeah..."
An idea occurred to him. "Why don't you keep a watch?"
That got the dad excited. "You mean?"
Ryan nodded. So Jim stepped to the bedroom window, where he could peer out onto the driveway.
Meanwhile his son knelt down and started unzipping his father's jeans. The dick was plump and firmed out completely in Ryan's fingers.
"Oh yeah, buddy," Jim hissed. Ryan had about as much technique as he did - not a lot - but it didn't matter. His kid was eager and the idea of getting a Ryan McCready blowjob had Jim getting close in due order.
"I'm gonna blow," that bedroom voice hissed. A warning.
Ryan kept at it, though, sucking a little faster and trying to take another inch of his dad's cock into his throat. The whole experience was incredible. He didn't even know if he'd enjoy sucking another guy remotely like he did his father.
The cum shot wasn't heavy. Just a spurt and some dribbles. But Ryan was tasting his dad's cum for the first time. Sweet and briny. He knew he'd want more in the future.
He finally backed off to see his dad grinning down on him, even as the man was already tucking himself back into his jeans. "That, young man, was amazing." He looked out the window. "Fuck!" he grunted.
Ryan didn't need to be told. He got up and made his way down to the family room. He turned on the TV and found some ESPN channel, right before he heard his mom and sisters walk in.
"You're dressed," his mother said when she saw Ryan. "I thought you might sleep in the whole day." Then, "Where's your dad?"
Ryan shrugged, playing dumb. "I don't know. In his study, maybe."
Already his sisters were rushing past with shopping bags, acknowledging their older brother, but barely.
Ryan's phone buzzed. He saw he had a message from his friend Kyle. But the latest one was from his father. "Thank you, buddy. I owe ya."
Ryan smiled. Then another message came in. "James McCready, Covenant Watch app removed."
"You dog," Ryan quietly said to himself. Then proceeded to remove the app on his own phone.
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reveluving · 3 months
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mother knows best ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki
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summary: mama knows love when she sees one. or three. 
warnings: mostly Phil & Jeff’s mom’s POV, mentions of angst (teen!Jeff cheating but not on you, family fights, parents passing away), very tiny allusions to s~mut (minors DNI!), loads of fluff towards the end, Mama Denise is yours and her boys’ number one fan 🩷
a/n: thought I’d use this chance to write this after this ask! this is based on this lil' post! I know Jeff’s mom is named Linda but this is about him and Phil, a.k.a. my mind, so say hello to Mama Denise! pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
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Denise Baker has always been a sweet lady. The epitome of a Southern’s hospitality. Married twice, first to a man named Danny Sadecki, then the second being Tom Graves after Danny passed away. They were good people. The best, feeling grateful each day for giving her the best gifts a hopeful mother could ever ask for. 
Two amazing boys. 
Keeping their last names rather than changing them to her maiden name was instinctive. At a one-year-plus age gap, Phil took after his mother’s Southern twang whereas Jeff followed his stepfather’s general American accent. They grew to be one happy family, and the brothers, despite their differences in interests and personality, would fight tooth and nail for one another.
But since Tom’s passing, the boys have been less lively, and understandably so. No matter how well they hid their sadness behind innocent smiles each time their mother was in the room, she could see right through them. She didn’t know what she did to earn such sweet boys, always attentive to their Mama at a young age, but she had always hoped to see the fire in them return someday.
That was until they met you. 
You and Phil were the same age, just beginning middle school with his brother somewhere a little further from the Bakers’ than the town’s high school.
The brothers had been waiting for their mother to pick them up when you slid next to Phil in the waiting chair. It was raining cats and dogs in Wiskayok, so you had to squeeze yourself into the bus stop to avoid getting drenched.
“Sorry,” You squeaked with a guilty smile when your shoulders touched.
Phil was beyond the age of believing in cooties, plus, he and Jeff were a mama’s boy, and she didn’t raise a woman (girl?)-hater. 
“S’okay.” His smile was half-hearted, a little miffed that he couldn’t get to the stand in time when it began raining, and at this point, Jeff had noticed your sudden presence. They’ve seen you before, especially Phil. You always sat in front of him in class, mostly seen with full of life and blinding smile with a missing tooth. 
“Your mom’s coming late, too?” Phil knew he didn’t have to make the conversation any longer than he’d like, but he had no reason to do that with you. You were so… nice, and yet, so respectful. Always giving him a wave instead of barging into his personal space bubble like a lot of his classmates did.
Plus, his mother was already thirty minutes late, what was there to lose?
“Yeah. My brother and I have been waitin’ for a lil’ while,” He replied with a shrug, pausing for a second before asking, “You?”
“Yeah, same,” You responded, though more lighthearted than he was, kicking your feet as you looked at the road, “It’s okay, though. Mom’s always busy. They’re probably tired. So long I’m not alone here, I’m not scared to wait for my mom.”
There you go, with your smile again. Phil couldn’t help but smile back, it was tiny but you could see the slight quirk of his lips. Jeff, too, found your positivity infectious and had been listening.
He had joined in on the conversation moments after. It was fairly light, with Jeff doing most of the talking, but that didn’t mean Phil wasn’t listening and chiming in once in a while. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later when Denise came, rushing over to her boys with an umbrella and endless apologies. 
You were ready to say goodbye to the two and resume waiting on your own when Denise approached you with a motherly look. 
“Hi, darlin,” She crouched in front of you, with Jeff and Phil at a perfect height as they stood under her umbrella, “I’m Denise, Jeffrey and Phillip’s mama. What’s your name?”
You were a lot shyer with her, considering she was an adult, but you trusted her enough with your name since you kinda knew his youngest. 
“That’s a beautiful name,” Even with the heavy rain, her soft-spoken voice was hard to miss, “D’you know when y’mama will come pick you up?”
You shook your head, telling her that with your mother working at a busy cafe, it could vary. And like you told the boys, you were alright with waiting rather than daring to walk home since the bus stop was always full. Still, Denise, ever the kind-hearted woman, offered to drive you to your mother’s workplace. 
Denise understood that you were wary and good on you for being careful, but to her surprise, Jeff and Phil were nice enough to reassure you. And whether you agreed because of their mother’s gentleness, Jeff’s natural talent to make you feel comfortable with all three of them or even the hint of promise in Phil’s eyes that everything was going to be fine, Denise was glad you did. 
Your mother was extremely thankful, even offered to pay for their lunch for their next visit, but Denise refused and with the two becoming fast friends just as you were with Jeff and Phil, the rest was history.
Though, high school was… eventful, to say the least. While the two of you remained close, almost joined at the hip, you and Phil sometimes preferred backing off as Jeff’s popularity grew. Not that Jeff’s behaviour changed with the two of you, he was still the dorky, good-willed boy you knew.  
Although you and Phil may have fought a little with Jeff when he told you about his cheating on Jackie with Shauna. He broke up with Jackie soon after, but his decision to stay with Shauna may or may not have affected your friendship. You and his brother weren’t too keen on the idea of their own friend/brother being a cheater after all. 
Jeff especially hated it when it rocked what the two of you had. He was dumb enough to think ending up with Shauna or Jackie would make him forget his interest in you, and surprise surprise, it didn’t. The three of you stayed close friends, though he promised never to bring up about Shauna around you or Phil at all.
And then, high school ended. 
Phil’s decision to leave town for the Marines was not only the biggest shock to the neighbourhood but especially to his own family. Not that he didn’t have the means to be one, if anything, his mother and brother knew he’d be one of, if not, the best ones out there. He just never expressed his interest in military work at all. 
Throughout their years as a family, Mama had never seen the two fight so badly until Jeff discovered that Phil had been considering leaving Wiskayok, leaving their mother after they both finished community college. Though their fall-out didn’t last long, no more than two weeks, especially when their mother expressed her worries and sadness over their rocky relationship. 
Plus, Jeff didn’t want what strong bond he had with his brother to end just like that. He cared for his brother too much, and in their moment of vulnerability, he apologized for not doing more in their high school years. When some of his peers saw his little brother as his shadow rather than a person. Phil insisted that he barely cared about them, even flat out said they weren’t necessarily his friends unless it had to do anything with football. 
They hugged it out, and Mama was over the moon. Suddenly, the thought of Phil leaving for the military wasn’t as difficult, knowing that her boys were still going to keep in touch, and on a high note, no less.
He spent his last month in Wiskayok with you and your mother with the most mundane of things. 
But oh, how Mama’s emotions dipped when you, too, left shortly after your mother passed away. 
She couldn’t put it past you for doing so. How could she, when you’ve been nothing but an angel? A one in a million and she’d be damned if she convinced you to stay like a bird in a cage. As much as she and Jeff would love to, insisting that there was something for you in town, but just like with Phil, they didn’t. It was far too selfish of them, and you had so much potential. 
And as thankful as Mama was to have Jeff by her side at all times, there was someone else.
Shauna.
Shauna never sat right with her, no matter how far she was ‘willing’ to go to get to know her future mother-in-law better. Though the smile she brought out of Jeff was nowhere near as big or as wholesome as he was with you, there was a hint of guilt for feeling the way she did. Hoping you’d end up with one of her sons. 
But she wasn’t the only one thinking as such, but Jeff felt that he had lost his chance when you left.
So, he carried himself again to be a better person, especially when he truly believed Shauna was the one, much to his mother’s disbelief. Hell, she’d seen bigger smiles from him when he was with that Jackie girl before they broke up.
But her boy was insistent. 
Maybe, for once, her mother’s intuitions were wrong. 
And as the days went by, the possibility of Jeff putting a ring on Shauna grew higher, Mama did her best to accept her as her own. The two were civil at best, and no doubt that was enough for the two. 
But the years grew dull for the Sadeckis, and the second Jeff came knocking on his mother’s door at two in the morning, his wife not in sight, she knew she should’ve done more to stop what they had. 
It began with petty arguments, with Jeff being the one apologizing to Shauna, despite knowing she was in the wrong or if she began the fight in the first place. Then it became quarrels, something about her nonexistent book club when in reality, she had been meeting up with a man named Adam. 
Each time Mama received a call from her eldest, telling her that he and his wife ‘needed space’, she’d cook up a nice meal and make sure his old room was ready with the amenities he needed.
If it weren’t for Jeff’s attempts to calm his mother down, telling her it wasn’t worth the trouble, she would’ve marched down to Shauna’s front door and knocked some sense into her with a rolling pin. How dare she point her finger at Jeff, attempting to invalidate her own faults by saying it was him who cheated first during their years of marriage, thus, giving her the green light to do the same. 
Although yes, Jeff has done it once, when he cheated on Jackie, he regretted it. Immensely, especially seeing the disappointment in his mother’s face. Oh, how he apologized to her like he had committed the biggest sin of all, and frankly, he did. And though his mother was dismayed by his dishonesty, she knew when any of her boys truly regretted something.
Boy, never has he wished for things to turn out differently and still, he wanted to work things out, when he tried to show his mother what he saw in Shauna.
And she did, but she didn’t see what she or Jeff hoped she’d saw. The final straw was when his wife—his ex-wife disrespected his mother in her own house. He had given her many chances, forgiving her more times than he could count, but he could not stand for her raising her voice at his beloved mother. 
Denise had every right to feel grateful when the divorce happened, but that didn't mean she openly celebrated it in front of her son. But Phil was different, even went as far as having a congratulatory gift sent to their doorstep since he was still on duty. Despite knowing his brother was rolling in dough with his line of work, Jeff couldn’t help but gawk at the gifts, much to his mother’s amusement. A set of cashmere sweaters that probably cost anywhere from half to one grand, complete with a few bottles of fragrances and even one of the finest reds to commemorate the moment. Plus, a personalized rose-gold bracelet for Mama because why wouldn’t he want to spoil her at any given chance?
And though he and his mother did enjoy a few sips after moving back into the Bakers’ house, he couldn’t help but wonder how you were doing.
But he didn’t have to wait for long.
The day you and Phil returned to Wiskayok, standing in front of Mama’s door, she nearly dropped to her knees. Not only has she missed her youngest boy, despite his efforts in calling and texting and visiting in secret each time his deployment ended, but she most certainly missed you, too. It was your first time visiting since the very day you left, after all. Phil didn’t take it to heart when his mother scolded him for not telling her that the two of you were colleagues and maybe were together.
In reality, though, she had a feeling that you were still around. Closer than what you made them believe.
There were days when Phil had a chance to call his mother, and she’d suddenly bring you up. Wondering aloud if you were alright, how life was treating you in God knows where, and somehow, Phil’s confidence in his responses, telling her that he was certain you were doing well, she believed him. Word for word. As if she knew he was with you throughout your journey to find yourself, just like he did.
And she’d be right when the universe reunited you and Phil on the battlefield. When Shadow Company joined forces with 141 and Los Vaqueros, not expecting to find the girl of his dreams amongst the chaos and in those years, you laughed, you smiled, you wept and you released yourself for him and him alone. Finally acknowledging what the two of you were afraid to address as teenagers all those years ago.
Phil couldn’t imagine bringing his walls down for someone other than you and though like with everyone else, he still kept up the proud and almost infuriating act, no one else had the privilege to see the more caring, affectionate side of him except for you.
But Mama wasn't the only one surprised by the revelation.
On the first night of your arrival, Jeff didn't talk much, instead, hanging on to your every word. From the very moment you reached the city alone for the first time, till the very day you carried yourself into your team and reunited with Phil. How you even remembered the gifts you were meaning to give him and their mother in the middle of the conversation. And as the night fell, you insisted on booking a hotel not far from the neighbourhood.
Oh, how Mama has missed the old days when she'd tell you to stay over, making sure to call your mother about your whereabouts. While she wouldn’t dream of replacing your mother, it was understandable how her attentiveness for you has skyrocketed, now that she knew you and his son were coming over much more often. 
Still, she had conditions, eyeing Phil with a knowing look before telling him that you’d be staying in the guestroom. Still spick and span for hopeful days like these. Phil's cheeky smile was worth a thousand words, knowing his mother had caught on to what type of little games the two of you played. Her eye-roll was good-natured, even letting out a hearty laugh when she caught the embarrassed look on your face.
Throughout your stay, she saw how your relationship with Phil blossomed, and how the more-than-friendly feelings between you and Jeff were beginning to rekindle. How her sons’ true emotions—their true colours were showing in that same very house as it always did, as if nothing had changed. Mama knew there was something more to the loving looks they’d give you whenever you looked away.
And when she saw the three of you hanging out and sitting close in the backyard patio, watching the stars and laughing over a stupid stunt one of them had done as kids, she knew that you and her boys were going to be A-ok.
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A Happy Christmas - R.Lupin
Summary - Remus and his wife have a tradition they follow every Christmas Eve, wrap the remainder of their children’s gifts and pull an all-nighter to get some extra alone time together.
Word Count - 821
Warnings - Female Reader, Potter!Reader(No physical description given), use of Y/N, Not sleeping (Let me know if I missed any)
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It was Christmas Eve, snow was falling, the fireplace crackling and the children were sleeping. Now Remus never thought he would have a life like this because of his furry little problem but he was happy that he was proven wrong. Y/N Lupin, once Y/N Potter, had been his wife for nearly 10 years, the two of them getting married right after graduating Hogwarts. James was always their biggest advocate and number one supporter no matter what.
They usually spent Christmas together, at James and Lily’s house so the kids could all be together. Being with family was the most important thing to Y/N, she always had someone with her when she was running errands or doing some housework. She was never alone so of course she wanted to spend the holidays surrounded by loved ones. James offered to host because, simply put, his house was bigger and could hold more people easier, thanks to professionally playing quidditch. 
All of the adults in the house were still awake, rushing around to get last minute gifts into the house or wrapped up with pretty paper to be put under the tree and torn open a few hours later. James and Lily had just finished up putting Harry’s things under the tree before calling it a night and going to bed themselves. This left Y/N and Remus alone and awake, wrapping the last of their childrens’ gifts.
They could do it with magic but both of them preferred the muggle way, wrapping the gifts by hand. That's why it usually took them twice as long to get everything wrapped and put away. This was their routine every Christmas Eve: wrap the presents together, put them under the tree and spend some quiet time together, knowing everyone was sound asleep.
As they finished putting the gifts under the tree, they took the time to just hold each other and watch the snow fall outside the window, just enjoying each other’s company. Y/N also never thought that she would have a life like she does now, she never thought that Remus reciprocated her feelings. She never thought she was good enough for him but to him, she was more than enough. She was the love of his life, the one person that he would protect with every fiber of his being. Once the kids came along, he knew that he would never give this life up for anything. He would kill for his family, he would sacrifice himself for his family because he knew that they would do the same.
They watched as the sun began to rise, the birds chirping outside, the footsteps of the kids running down the stairs followed by James and Lily’s lazy ones. When James took notice of his sister and his friend, he smiled sleepily knowing exactly what had occurred. “You two never went to sleep, did you?” He asked the pair.
“No, we stayed up watching the snow. Lost track of time. Happy Christmas James,” His sister responded, smiling right back at her big brother.
“Happy Christmas Y/N.”
“Mummy, daddy, can we open our gifts now?”  The youngest Lupin boy asked innocently as he hugged her leg.
“Go on then, they aren’t going to open themselves,” Remus teased as he ruffled his son's hair. 
With the proper go ahead, the three children tore into their gifts, paper flying all over the place. The parents huddled together, watching the delight in their children’s eyes as they took in all of their new toys and clothes. Little Harry was especially excited to see his very own broom gifted by his aunt Y/N and uncle Moony. This was the life that they wanted to live and enjoyed every second of it.
“Happy Christmas my love,” Remus said quietly to his wife as he handed her a small wrapped box.
“Happy Christmas Remmy,” She replied, handing him his gift. The two of them opened them together as the kids all giggled in the background. Remus had given her a gorgeous necklace that held two interlocking hearts that held their initials. Y/N had given him a new sweater, one he had been eyeing up the last time they went out to the shops together. “There’s something else under the sweater,” She hinted to him.
So he took out the sweater to reveal an ultrasound picture. “You’re kidding? Please tell me this isn’t a joke,” He had a wide smile on his scarred face, excited at the fact that they were bringing another kid into the world.
“It’s not. We’re having another baby!” She exclaimed, James and Lily immediately ending their conversation as they overheard. Remus engulfed his wife into a tight hug, lifting her off of the ground as he laughed happily. 
The whole house was overjoyed with the news, everyone smiling big and giving hugs wherever they could. It was a typical Lupin-Potter Christmas.
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"Stop flirting." "Then stop teasing." | Dieter Bravo x f!reader
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word count: 2k
pairing: dieter bravo x fem!reader
summary: You're interviewing Dieter for his new movie, and no matter how many years you've been together - recently married too - he loves to flirt with you like the first time you've met.
warnings: age gap (reader is in late 20s, Dieter in his 50s but only mentioned once), Dieter flirting needs a warning, fluff, reader and Dieter are married, Dieters mind is pure smut who's surprised, allusions to smut, reader wears a dress and gets her nails done, use of the word "Daddy" like once (don't read it if you don't like it), use of nicknames (baby -like a hundred times, peach), also little disclaimer; I'm reading smut like my life depends on it but I've never properly written it so bare with me pls, not proofread
a/n: I saw a TikTok for this a while ago about Pedro (the account is pedritolovesu) and got super excited to write a little something for Dieter with it.. so have fun y'all
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"First of all, thank you for your time, Dieter." You started the interview. "It’s my pleasure." He answered with his signature grin, his fingers playing with the ring on his finger.
"Tell me, what was your favorite part about filming the new Cliff Beasts movie?"
"Oh, there are a few," Dieter began to tell some stories from the set, stories you already knew about, because he had told you all of them right after they happened. Calling you late at night, during the day, or sometimes just right after you woke up. 
Interviewing Dieter was still something you found a little strange, but in a good way. 
It didn’t happen often, but when it did, work felt a little less like actual work. When Dieter was there, it was easier, and you instantly felt like you’re home again.
Today, it was just the two of you, no co-stars or other interviewers. Which also meant, no distractions from the looks Dieter gave you.
"Well, that sure sounds like a lot of fun." You smiled at him, when he had finished, "Oh it was." He grinned, but his eyes never left your lips once when he spoke. 
You tried to give him a warning look that said "stop it, concentrate", but you already knew it would do nothing to stop Dieter. 
The interview went on for a little longer, you asked him some fan questions you had gotten before the interview for him, which Dieter all answered perfectly. 
His flirting didn’t stop though. His eyes couldn’t stop wandering between your lips and your eyes, and the subtle winks weren’t as subtle as he thought. „Stop it, Bravo.“ You whispered in a short break, while the crew was angling the camera for another shot. 
"Stop teasing me and I might." He threw you an air kiss, jokingly, making you chuckle.
Not everyone knew that you were married to Dieter Bravo, although it was pretty obvious when you were in situations like this one. And your last name didn’t hide the fact either. 
Dieter managed to keep most of your relationship from the public. But of course the majority of people, especially his fans, knew. And there was nothing wrong with that, you didn’t want to hide anything. It was just nice to have some privacy then and there, so you didn’t make a big fuss about it.
The first time rumors had reached the media that Dieter Bravo was off the market, you had already been dating for almost a year. And the real shocker wasn’t the obvious age gap, with Dieter being twice your age, but the fact that he dated someone for longer than a month. 
"Sorry guys, the camera just stopped working, one second. Sorry, Dieter." Your camera man said all of a sudden. „Oh shit, okay.“ You nodded in surprise. "Yeah, no problem man." Dieter assured him. Not a second later, some of the crew was back around Dieter, to freshen him up. 
When he took something out of his pocket that suspiciously looked like the small box, he had his "drugs on the go" -how he liked to call them- in, you raised your eyebrows and shook your head, "No. Definitely not here". Dieter was down bad for you, and literally did anything that would please you, so to the obvious surprise of some crew members, he stuffed the box back into his pocket with a sigh. 
"Fine, fine."
"You know I don’t care, but not at work. Please?" you gave him your best pout, you knew he couldn’t say no to.
"Yeah, yeah okay, baby." Dieter looked up at the guy who was relatively new to the team that always surrounded Dieter.
What was his name again? He couldn’t remember.
"Happy wife, happy life. Isn’t that the shit they say?" He shrugs and goes on, "I’ll do what my girl wants. No one can tell me shit, but you bet she can."
The expression on the guy’s face changed from surprised to confused and then surprised again, making you giggle quietly. "Oh, you’re married?" He asked, eyebrows raised. Dieter shot him a lopsided grin, "Heck yes, we are." Dieters eyes locked with yours and you couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. There was nothing that made you as happy as knowing you’re married to him, his drug problems aside, being Mrs. Bravo was so different to anything you had imagined as a little girl. And you loved it. 
"Alright, cameras are working again, guys." The camera man announced, and the crew quickly left the two of you alone again. 
As the interview went on, you asked Dieter some more questions about the new movie, how shooting under quarantine was for him - horrible, he had called you what feels like a hundred times a day, whining about being alone and horny- and if there were any new movies coming up with him. Dieter answered everything you wanted to know, giving the fans some insights into the film and little sneak peaks. One being a short scene, which was currently playing on a little screen next to you. Later on, the video would be seen during the interview clips, but the screen was for you to know when to go on with the interview. 
Dieter had other plans, though. He didn’t pay an ounce of attention to what was playing on the screen, his attention on your nails instead. 
"Did you get your nails done?" He asked, leaning forward to hold your hand and inspect your new set of nails. 
He had only seen you when he fell into bed, the night before. He didn’t usually come home as late as he did yesterday, but the press tour has really been "kicking his balls", to quote him. So you must have gotten them done either yesterday or today, there hasn’t been a time Dieter didn’t notice a new set of nails. Not once. 
"Yesterday, after work." You softly smiled, showing Dieter the nails. So he was right. "They match the ring." He gave you one of his cocky grins. "That was the intention." You grinned back at him. Neither of you had noticed that the video was long over, and the camera was back on the two of you. Faces inches apart and both of you with a stupidly content smile on your faces. "They look fucking amazing, baby." He said, almost whispering in awe. "Thank you, Dee." 
"Uhm, guys." someone from the crew cleared their throat. Your head shot up, and you quickly slid back into the position you had before.
"Oh my- sorry, sorry," 
Dieter leaned back in his chair and grinned at you, again. And as much as you wanted to keep professional, you had to smile at him too. 
"You should see her nails, they match our rings." Dieter said straight into one of the cameras, a cocky grin on his lips once again. You shook your head with a little giggle. So much for being professional. 
"So, back to the movie, as we could all see right now, it’s very promising." You went on, trying to act like you didn’t just want to grab Dieter’s hand and drag him to your car. Driving straight home, laying next to him in bed, nice and warm, cuddled up in his arms. 
Only a few more hours, you told yourself.
Dieter had to hold back like hell not to kiss you senseless in front of the crew members. He’s had a shit ton of media work today already, now that you were his last interview of the day -only some minor things to do afterwards- his mood has changed for the better, drastically.
He wanted to throw you over his shoulder -hell, he starts to think like a fucking caveman- carry you out of here and rip that fucking dress off of you. He’d even be fine with cuddling, anything that involved having you close to him. Although he wouldn’t quite be himself, if he wouldn’t also think about dragging you to the next empty room and fuck your brains out right now. 
Dieter was down bad for you, and -a thing he never thought was possible for him- it only got ‚worse‘ when the two of you got married. Calling you Mrs.Bravo for the first time had him almost come in his jeans. 
The interview was finally done, and you got up from your chair to get rid of all the mics and cables.
"Do you know when you’re coming home today?" You asked Dieter, back still turned to him, untangling a cable that got stuck in the chair somehow. "Hopefully fucking soon." He’s had enough of behaving, he desperately needed to feel you, even if it was just a quick kiss, his cock already painfully hard in his jeans. 
"You look fucking beautiful today, baby. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen." Dieter whispered in your ear. He wrapped his arms around your waist, as he pressed your back against his chest. "Well, thank you, but I’m still working, you know." You chuckled, joking with him. You couldn’t care less that you were at work right now, and Dieter knew you well enough to know. 
"Yeah, working pretty hard, interviewing your husband in that tease of a dress, baby."
You grinned, the dress was one of his favorites, and it showed enough skin without being too exposing to wear it for work. 
"You know I fucking love it." He whispered, so only you could hear it. "Really? I had no idea, Bravo." You teased him with a grin, turning your head to see his face. 
You could feel his stubble on your cheek as he got even closer to your ear and pressed you tighter to his body. "Can you feel what you do to be, baby? I’ll rip that fucking dress up the second we’re home." His bulge was pressing against your lower back, and your body immediately reacted to it. 
"I thought you loved it? Wouldn’t wanna ruin it, would you?" You kept teasing him, feeling his grip on your waist tighten. "Don’t challenge me, baby."
"Or what?" You looked at him with a spark in your eyes. He nuzzled his nose in the nook between your neck and shoulder. You closed your eyes at the feeling, stopping a moan from escaping your lips. "Or I’ll take your cute ass to that storage room right now and let everyone hear how good your husband treats you." He said with a low groan, sending vibrations through your whole body, straight to your core.
It took you every inch of will power you had left, not to make a head start to that damn storage room down the hall. You could feel the wetness pool in your panties. 
Instead, you turned around in his embrace and slung your arms around his neck. Playing with the strands of his now almost salt and pepper hair, you got on your tiptoes, brushing his lips with your own. "I’ll be waiting for you at home, Daddy." It elected another groan out of Dieter, his eyes closed, probably imagining what he’d do to you later. 
You gave him another soft kiss, and caressed his cheek, running your finger down bis jawline. "I’d do something about that, if I were you." You smugly grinned at Dieter's noticeable bulge in his pants. "I’d be careful what to say, peach." He muttered into your ear. Oh, you couldn’t wait to get home.
Everyone had left the room by now, leaving the two of you behind. 
"I love you." you whispered, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. There was no more joking in your voice. No more teasing. 
"I love you too, baby." Dieter pressed his forehead against yours and his nose gently nudged against your own. "I love you." He repeated and closed the little gap between you. You smiled into the kiss, letting your hands wander from his soft tummy to his back.
"I can’t fucking wait to get home." Dieter grunted out between kisses. 
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Fifth Letter to the Church of Ezrabine at Tumblr:
Behold! Today I will share with you my findings from another of the ancient sacred texts, the book Star Wars Rebels: A New Hero by Pablo Hidalgo.
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The book is written from the point of view of our hero, Ezra Bridger, a fourteen year old Force sensitive street rat from the planet Lothal.
In his own words, Ezra Bridger tells us (and tries not to admit to himself) his first impression of and his own true feelings for Sabine Wren:
“Sabine is the weapons expert of the team. She’s a real know-it-all and not afraid to show it. She’s an artist, and that’s someone you don’t meet every day on Lothal. She’s really talented, too. It’s like the Empire wants to paint over everything with its boring shades of gray, black, and white. Sabine puts the color back. I think TIE fighters look a lot better after one of her paint bombs has gone off. Yeah, I guess you can say I really admire her. That is, I admire her work. Let’s be clear: she’s gifted. I mean anyone with a good eye would say so, right? I have no idea what she thinks of me. Not that I care…”
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“She’s a real know-it-all and not afraid to show it.”—Ezra Bridger, about Sabine Wren.
You know who else thought this way as a young boy with regards to a girl he liked and eventually fell in love with? Ron Weasley.
I am talking about Ron Weasley, who had a crush on, fell in love with, and later married Hermione Granger. This is a scene from when Ron and Hermione were around 13-14 years old in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban:
"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape coolly. "Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."
Hermione went very red, put down her hand, and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears. It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called Hermione a know-it-all at least once, and Ron, who told Hermione she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, "You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?"
(Weasley got detention for telling off Snape on Hermione’s behalf. Sadly, the film version did not get this scene correct.)
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“Yeah, I guess you could say I really admire her” is an admission of truth.
“That is, I admire her work” is Ezra trying to convince himself that this is all he admires about Sabine. 😉
“I have no idea what she thinks of me” is also true.
But that “not that I care” is Ezra deceiving himself. He does care, and he will continue to care more and more as they grow up together and grow closer to each other until Sabine becomes the person he cares about the most in the universe.
In Ahsoka Season 1, even after years of being apart, Ezra still admires Sabine and still has strong feelings for her.
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“I missed you.” Eman Esfandi delivered that line in a hoarse heartfelt whisper as if Ezra wants to say “I love you” to Sabine. I am looking forward to when he finally does tell her.
The story of Sabine and Ezra is far from over. The Ahsoka series is just introducing adult Ezra, Sabine, and their complicated relationship to the live action audience.
Their song is not yet written. I will ship them until it is, and forevermore.
I have spoken.
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nburkhardt · 1 year
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Maybe he’ll blame it on his wording or maybe blame it on the lack of romantic setting. Maybe he could blame it on the crowd around them.
Because he didn’t want to think of the answer being no. If that were the case, he might just die of a broken heart.
Steve’s first ‘girlfriend’ was this adorable little red head girl when he was five. Actually, when he thinks about it she wasn’t his ‘girlfriend’ but actually his little ‘boyfriend’ because she thought it was funny to call him ‘girlfriend’ instead and she wanted to be called ‘boyfriend’ which he gladly did. He remembers her pretty clearly because she was also his best friend at the time, her name is Delilah. He hasn’t seen her in years, hopes she’s okay and happy. The way she called him ‘girlfriend’ is probably what started his secret love of feminine names for himself.
He thinks that was probably his easiest “relationship” mostly because well, he was five. He remembers asking her to play and that was it. They were attached at the hip, Delilah’s mom would pick him up from his house when demanded and then he’d spend the rest of his day with Delilah and her family. Some of his best childhood memories are with them.
It’s probably the blueprint for his relationship to Eddie.
Expect, Eddie asked him to smoke one random day and then suddenly he’s being called ‘baby girl’ and ‘darling’. It made his heart beat so much faster and his cheeks run hot. Eddie wouldn’t demand him to come over, just wouldn’t let him leave most nights. They’d have late dinners with Wayne and enjoy quiet nights together and lazy mornings. He’s truly his happiest with the Munson family.
So, despite the fact that legally they can’t get married, he decided to get a ring and ask Eddie anyway.
Finding the perfect ring wasn’t as hard as he’s heard. Maybe it’s because he knows Eddie, knows what he hates and loves. Or maybe it’s just that the first ring he saw was perfect for Eddie. As soon as he saw it, his brain immediately came up with images of Eddie wearing it. When the sells person asked about his own ring, he declined and said he’ll pick something out later.
Eddie’s the one that’s good with creating a story, especially off the top of his head. So instead of coming up with anything like that, he’s planning on just laying it all out and hoping for the best. He swears to mention how much he loves Eddie, talk about their future and so much more.
He doesn’t bother hiding that he’s with Eddie when they get into the restaurant, it’s pretty common now for the two of them to be seen together. Most people don’t even look twice at them anymore, there’s of course still one or two. But it doesn’t bother them much.
It’s not the most romantic restaurant, just the little diner in town. Because Enzo’s was already busy plus the owner shoots glares at them even though Robin ripped a new one into him for being homophobic. So instead of the romantic scene, they’re in the little diner with checkered floors and terrible teal blue walls with pink accents. There’s sad looking daisies on the tables with old worn broken menus, and music neither of them actually like. Some old country song that Steve can’t even remember the name.
Their waiter is some senior from high school that looks bored. Repeating their orders back to them before walking off and Steve finally takes a chance to reach over at Eddie’s hands, “Eds, I got something for you”
Eddie brightens up at that, his smile is addicting and Steve smiles just to match him even if his nerves are making him squirm. Letting go of one of Eddie’s hands, he goes to pull out the tiny little black box that’s been making his pockets burn all day.
“What is it, Stevie?” Eddie’s voice goes up a notch and before he knows it, starts to ramble. “Is today a special day? I know it’s not my birthday and it’s not yours either, there’s no anniversary that I can think of. You also don’t celebrate many holidays lately, so it can’t be that. Or am I forgetting something? Is it an anniversary? Should I be getting you something-“
Usually he loves hearing Eddie ramble but his voice is getting higher and it’s starting to crack, so he shoves the box back into his pocket and grabs Eddie’s hands again in a tight grip. “Eds, baby, calm down! It’s okay”
Before either of them can say anything more their food is there and they let go of each other to eat. In between bites, he tries again, “I was thinking, maybe in the future, if we uh- we could go and get my last name to be…”
He gets cut off by waiters loudly and annoyingly singing ‘happy birthday’ to the table next to them and he wants to kick himself for his wording already. It’s turning out to be a disaster, and he doesn’t exactly know how to come back from it. So, they continue to eat their food quietly with some small talk instead. Once the badly singing waiters leave and their food is mostly gone, he tries again.
“Eddie, I have something to ask you” his nerves are showing in his voice, even to his own ears. Hopefully he looks aren’t reflecting how nervous he is, but he can’t see himself anywhere and he knows looking away would not be good. Without messing with the box in his pocket, “Would you want to share a last name?”
Internally cringing at his words, he hopes that Eddie understands. Looking at him, with the silence going that feels like the world has stopped, it seems like maybe that it…doesn’t. He knows it comes out wrong and that Eddie doesn’t get it. Because his face is full of confusion, normally he loves it. Normally Eddie being confused is always cute and Steve loves it, especially when he gets to explain something to Eddie.
But right now? He hates it.
“Like, you uhh” Eddie speechless is a wonder usually. Steve hates it right now, much like how much he hates his own wording. “Wouldn’t it be weird if Wayne adopted you? Since we’re dating?”
He’s speechless himself, of all the options Eddie picks that one? He shakes his head and his hand goes for the box in his pocket, “no, no. That’s- just, no. Eddie, I’d like to-“
“Stevie, are you okay?” The question comes out of left field and it makes him wonder why, until he feels a wetness to his cheeks and, damnit. He’s tearing up from all his nerves. He didn’t even notice, sighing he just nods. “Are- are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Let’s just go home, yeah?”
Eddie doesn’t quite agree but also doesn’t say anything else. Just moves next to him and loops his arm with Steve’s. Then they’re off to the car and all Steve needs now is a moment alone to figure out how he went so wrong when he had a plan.
Part 2
This was originally suppose to be the full fic but uhh tumblr kept deleting my last thing i'd type up. So now I'm splitting it into two parts. Anyway, I completely blame @i-less-than-three-you and this post for this. So thanks @undreaming-fanfiction for this idea bug I seriously couldn’t stop thinking about it, when I should be writing more of part 6 for my angst fic.
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missezramay · 10 months
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ted lasso, post-finale thoughts.
I went into the finale thinking yeah, if the writing serves, I can accept any outcome even if it's not exactly what I want. Instead, I was hit with a plethora of mixed emotions I didn't expect to have. Confusion, anger, hurt, annoyance, small bursts of joy in between, and just deep sadness. Almost 20 hours later and I'm still incredibly dissatisfied and processing. For the most part, finales should provide a feeling of celebration and relief. I... don't feel any of that.
I'm just really trying to pinpoint why I'm so sad.
Of course everything inevitably has to come to an end. Of course Ted was always going to reunite with his kid. Of course it's not about winning or losing. Of course Tedbecca can remain platonic if that was always the plan. Of course that's the way life goes, but...
For a show (and this season particularly) that constantly encouraged us to 'believe' and 'hope' in the idea that 'everything will work out', all those 75 minutes did was take me on an unsettling, emotional journey for no concrete reason other than to mess with the audience (the opening scene was just adding salt in the Tedbecca wound I've had since S2). Because everything in a macro sense, "worked out". But the WAY it "worked out" does not sit well with me?? And it's supposed to? For a lot of people (on Reddit/Facebook, lol), it was enough?? Richmond not technically winning and Ted leaving like that without so much as a tear? What am I missing??
When I tell you I'm trying to embrace the good parts, I'm really trying. Yes to KBPR & the women's team, Yes to Colin kissing his fella, Yes to Rebecca & Mae & the guys owning the club, Yes to Roy becoming Manager.
So... why am I still so upset? Hmm, let's see.
The boys' musical number? The cutest. Ted didn't think so.
Nate's apology? Heartbreaking. Ted didn't bat an eyelash.
Rebecca begging twice for Ted to stay? Ted, absolute silence.
Beard staying/getting married in London to his toxic gf? Comic relief, haha, fine. Except Ted wasn't there as Best Man.
Don't even get me started on the huge disservice to the Roy/Keeley/Jamie triangle.
Now listen, I get that he misses Henry & Henry misses his dad. I'm not that cold. A father/son's love is important. It was always the catalyst for this show; for him to work on himself so he can be a better father unlike the one he grew up with. That's fine.
But on this particular week. His last week with his Richmond family. There was NO sense of him being sad to leave them. He can be sad about missing Henry but he can ALSO be sad about leaving. No, he just completely checked out. He let everyone pour out their hearts (Hannah's getting her third Emmy, mark my words) to him, and he just stone-faced the entire time.
THIS DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE TO ME.
The argument is that he was internally processing, he was overwhelmed, he was trying to distance himself so it would hurt less. Fair points, okay. But this is a television show, moreover, A FINALE. TV characters, while relatable, are heightened versions of ourselves, there so we can better process our emotions and learn to handle things better in our real lives. Ted deserved MORE dialogue and displaying MORE emotion than whatever this was.
We're never going to see him again. We're over here crying along with Rebecca, Nate & Beard, but he didn't sob once. Even though he spent three years building a family with them. I even thought, hey at least he left his legacy with Trent's book but newsflash, he wanted his name taken off that too! Complete erasure.
I just feel so robbed of better moments. Like there were nice moments here and there. But they could've been BETTER. Honestly, Nate & Rebecca's breakdowns were close to perfection, so much love there. But the lack of dialogue and Ted not reciprocating? Broke ME.
I just cannot. understand. this. choice.
Massive sigh. I'm just truly baffled by the way everything wrapped up and not getting the satisfied feeling that one half of the viewership got. Maybe I'm in the minority, but that means something. It carries weight. Also, for a "three-season arc" that was planned well in advance, why all the rewrites and parallels and fakeouts... it's just cruel. But as the theme says (and maybe this was a warning all along), yeah, I guess this might well be it.
This show has given us so much and the last season flailed for the most part. I don't want to disrespect the show by being negative and cynical (looks like I failed!!) or cast blame on anyone in particular. The cast/crew are amazing people and I'll be grateful for being a part of the journey but I'm just so sad and this feeling sucks and I will never get over it.
Going to miss them. x
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Can I request Gojo where he is arranged married to reader who works at Kyoto high and is the clan leader of a strong clan . He was friends with her and they both had a crush on each other when the studied ( yn was in same grade but in Kyoto high) but when reader was young she was Chubby so being insecure she never asked gojo out and dated someone who confessed to her. Gojo was heart broken and they gradually lost touch. Years went by and now both of them were clan heads and teachers. Reader was now a lot slimmer and known for her strength and beauty. Gojo and yn were arranged married by their families and Gojo was very happy to finally get reader but when after wedding they went to their new home reader was very reluctant to love Gojo and he later found out that reader was cheated on by her ex.
So he tried to prove his love for reader like when his relatives told reader to give her clan leadership to Gojo he supported reader that she won't leave her position neither the teaching job ( she transferred to teach in Tokyo high). When people criticised Reader for not doing all household chores by herself and how Gojo and she did it together Gojo in turn criticised them for being narrow minded. He also supported her decision to not have kids.He was very romantic and loyal towards reader like he would kiss her hands or forehead, caring gestures , taking her for dinner, complementing her and staring daggers at anyone who started at yn when she wore revealing clothes.
Slowly slowly reader fell for him and she confessed her love for him on their first anniversary which she had planned and she wore her black back less short dress that Satoru bought for her . He was very happy and they spent a romantic night ( NSFW when they came back) . Reader finally showed her romantic side and she would protect Gojo from the higher ups and his wolf like relatives who tried to use him. Later she met Tsumiki and Megumi who were introduced to her by Gojo and she would care a lot for them. Sry for the long request. Can u plz write it. U can ignore it if u don't like it
Love you
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Paring: Gojo x fem reader
Words: 11,3k
Warnings: Shameless smut (vaginal sex, fingering, blowjob)
Additional tags: arranged marriage, angst with fluff
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Summary: You and Satoru were friends. You were both the same age, you were the future heads of your clans. You fell in love with him. But, being sure that he might reject you, you didn't tell him. You had another boyfriend even though you broke Gojo's heart. After all these years, it's finally been decided that you're supposed to be married. Your parents arranged your marriage to Gojo Satoru. Will you finally be able to love him again?
You are supposed to be strong, you think to know how to rule your clan. You are the only child of your family. The only successor. Because if there was someone else, they would have chosen a man. There's only you. And because you're a woman, you're more demanding.
You must be stronger. You have to reach a certain level. Level enough to be a good clan head.
You have to be smart, strong, but also well-mannered.
You learn everything twice. Fighting and manners. All together.
You must be a warrior, but you were also taught to be a good wife.
You will become the head of the clan if no suitable candidate for your husband is found by your 23rd birthday.
And your parents are only worried that no one will want you as a wife. It's not about your appearance, it's about your behavior.
Because you were trained from birth to manage the clan on your own. You don't like being home all the time, and you're not obedient like you should be.
Your family is proud that you will be a really good leader for the family. But they're not proud that you might not have the right husband.
By their standards, your husband must come from a strong clan, or be truly powerful as a sorcerer.
With only one possible successor - you, they want to continue to ensure the survival of the family.
You are to be head of the clan until you are wife and mother.
Your husband will take over. You will raise the children, take care of him. And you will not meddle in political matters. That should be your position.
But it's something you want.
Your family wants you to believe that you must serve your husband. But you yourself want to rule somehow. It's all because they raised you that way.
You want to be equal to everyone. You don't want to live like women a few hundred years ago. You will not serve your husband.
You want a normal relationship with someone you love…
You can have a husband and you can be a wife, but you don't want to lose what was instilled in you from birth.
You want your relationship to be like others have. For love, so that there are no political matters there.
Even though you know the opinion of the elders…
You know they're all capable of an arranged marriage for you.
If it was anyone who agreed with your existence and your views, it might be…
You're 16… You still have time for love… 
You've been in the school dorm all week. You came home for the weekend.
And honestly, you'd rather be at school than at home. Even if you had to listen to sexist jokes…
Kyoto is the sacred land of Jujutsu. You live here, you study here.
But what if you were in Tokyo?
You think there's better…
Especially since there is one boy…
The boy you liked…
He is very handsome. He's funny, he often makes fun of others, but you don't mind. The best thing about him is that he doesn't follow what his elders tell him. Because he says he hates their behavior and rules.
Plus, he seemed to like you…
You don't look like the rest of the Girls because you're chubby. Despite this, you are fit enough and in very good health. You feel good and you can fight.
You've seen him a few times, and he doesn't seem to care what you look like at all.
Gojo Satoru is unlike any other member of a major clan in the world of Jujutsu…
You became friends, called each other, wrote messages. You met on your days off. Every time there was a chance for you to go to Tokyo with one of your superiors, you did. Even if you were there to back him up, or so you could introduce yourself.
Then you could always meet Gojo.
You discussed your family's ideas with him.
Even now, when you were 17, they were looking for a husband for you.
The first idea was the Zenines. After all, they have a son a year younger than you. They are high-ranking and powerful. An almost perfect candidate for them.
But not for you… You went to school with Naoya, and you surely know that you wouldn't want him as your husband…
Your grandfather agrees with you. He said he "wouldn't let his granddaughter marry that drunkard's son." The Zenins were strong, but not everyone thought very highly of them.
The other candidate is Kamo, but when you're 17, he's 7… Even though the older ones wouldn't mind the age difference… You'd just have to give birth to a son, and that's it.
You don't want to marry a child who is 10 years younger than you…
The third candidate was someone from the Inumaki family. However, their only son is 5 years old… Even worse…
You don't want your husband to be a baby, nor do you want him to be an old grandfather…
None of these three candidates suited you.
"You know there are other strong clans…" Gojo said to you.
"For example?" You nodded as you watched his smile.
"For example, the Gojo clan."
You almost choked when you heard that.
He cleared his throat and you looked at him with wide eyes and a small blush.
"Do you have any relatives? Brothers?" you asked.
"I don't. I'm the only one~." He grunted, tapping his foot lightly on the pavement.
"Don't even joke about being with you." You laughed, but felt a little sad saying it.
You like him. But you know you won't like him.
You don't know his feelings, and you don't know what he thinks about you.
You have no idea that he has feelings for you.
"You think I'm kidding?" He asked.
"…Yes? You often make jokes like that…" You looked to the side.
He flirted a lot, he joked, he even got close. He grabbed you by the waist, hugged you.
He was very close at times.
But you just know that your appearance is not ergo type. You may be friends, but you don't think you're brave enough to develop your relationship. You're too afraid of rejection by him… You don't want him laughing at you…
"Joking, you say?"
"Yes. You must have so many girlfriends that you'll be the first of us to extend the clan." You laughed. Then internally you slapped yourself in the face realizing what you just said…
"I'm interested in one." He said, grabbing something in his pocket.
He put a lollipop in his mouth.
"eh? Really? I'm glad to hear that." You said, but you felt like your heart ached when you heard that from him.
"That doesn't mean I won't be chosen for you." he lightly stuck out his tongue.
"Stop it!" You screamed, covering your face to keep from showing his blush.
Seeing your reaction, he smiled slightly, he was happy to be next to you.
"Maybe someday…" he muttered to himself.
He didn't know that something made you feel worse.
He knew that you felt insecure in your body at times.
When he flirted with you, he behaved differently than usual. When you were closer, he wanted to ask you out on a date.
He wanted you two to be even closer.
But what he had no idea was that the longer he waited, the more he was losing you.
The closer he got to you, the more you felt that your body didn't fit him.
Until you finally gave up.
You fell in love with Gojo Satoru…
But you're insecure about your body… He's out of your league in looks…
Maybe you should look for someone who will fall in love with you… Not that you will want someone you fell in love with…
Love will come with time…
Your contact with Satoru was diminishing. You didn't see each other as often as before.
And after one thing, it became even rarer.
"Satoru-kun, I hope that girl you fell in love with will be your girlfriend. You are very nice and funny. If my opinion matters, I think you're really cool. I like you a lot." you said with a smile, but the words were struggling through your sadly clenched throat. "I hope you'll have more luck, even more than I had."
He looked at you questioningly.
He waited for the moment now when you would tell him that you fell in love. He had been waiting so much for it. If he even heard the first syllables of it, he could scream that he loves you.
"Last week a boy confessed that he liked me. But he likes me so much…"
Gojo felt as if an ice arrow had hit his heart.
It was at that moment that all the heat from his body disappeared. And his body was warm every time he met you.
He didn't know what to think anymore. Some boy confessed his love to you? You have a boyfriend and he's not alone?
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, staring at your face with a sad expression.
"Yes." you answered.
You wish your boyfriend was Gojo, but you don't want him to hurt you because he doesn't like your looks… You don't want to be disappointed…
"Do you love him?" he asked suddenly, not expecting your surprise.
You turned to him and waited for him to say something.
You didn't know if it was you who should speak now or if he would do it himself. You don't know anything anymore.
Why was he asking this?
Not hearing your answer, he asked again.
"He is your boyfriend because you love each other? Do you love him?"
"Why do you ask about that?"
"…Because I want to know…" he murmured, moving away from you a bit as he looked down at the ground.
He thought he'd never feel a cheap feeling.
Sadness and envy.
He thought this was the moment he could cry.
Because this is the moment he had his heart broken…
Has he lost his chance to have you?
Had he delayed too long?
Do you love someone else?
Why?
He's definitely better for you…
Even without any physical injury, his heart ached as if it had been pierced…
You held his heart.
And now it's broken.
And he didn't know what could mend his broken heart…
But he was hoping that you would put all the pieces together so that later he could tell you that he loved you…
Maybe it'll be the moment he still loves you because he's heard that true love never goes away…
He didn't wish you bad. If you're happy with someone else, he'll accept it.
But he would like you to become his. May you both be together. He only needs you to be happy.
For your happiness, he didn't want you to lose the boyfriend you have now.
But deep down, he wanted you to come to him for comfort and for his love.
He doesn't ask for much.
Only for your love.
And for your happiness.
Days passed, then months passed. You haven't met for a long time.
Sometimes he texted you, sometimes you texted him.
But with each passing day it became less and less frequent.
You cried when you saw the date of his last message. Over two months ago…
You suffered because you still loved him.
But you started to calm down after the next few months…
Your love was still there. But already locked inside.
He doesn't care about you. He doesn't care what you do… He just doesn't care about your life…
Even though you couldn't hate him, there was still something inside of you that told you to hold grudges and bad emotions towards him.
You can't do that to your friend.
You can't do this to someone you're heartbroken because you still think they're important to you.
Years passed, and your contact absolutely fell apart…
The last time you spoke, a year ago…
Your last text messages were sent, also a year ago…
You have stopped having any contact.
Your aching heart has calmed down.
You still weren't happy enough. You couldn't smile genuinely often.
Especially after you graduated from school.
Your body has started to change.
You weighed less, looked even prettier than before. Even if you haven't tried to achieve it.
You are the sorcerer you were meant to be to your family.
You wanted to forget about the pain you went through at school. You trained, poured sweat, blood and tears to forget. You were distracting.
Up to the point where you can't be happy as the heir to the family…
Your heart has been broken.
Your psyche is shattered…
You lost a friend, you lost the person you loved…
You later lost someone who loved you…
He betrayed you by saying that he doesn't like you anymore…
You felt terrible. You felt betrayed to the world. You felt lonely…
Because no one wanted you anymore…
You are 25 years old…
You are the head of the clan…
Your aging Father is desperate to find a candidate for your husband.
Why?
Because no one believes you can direct a family…
You are forced to have an heir, you are forced to be a wife.
So that at least you don't hear them all, you started teaching Jujutsu at school.
In the same school where you studied.
As a teacher in Kyoto, you were very calm. The fresh air soothed you.
You were training a man who was to be your candidate for a husband.
Kamo's son. He's a nice kid, but he doesn't know youth. He takes a lot of things seriously.
He is brought up just like you. Head of the clan from birth.
There was something there that made your heart ache a little.
Moments when you saw white hair of a tall figure when you and the principal went to Tokyo.
Who would have thought that you two would become teachers in Jujutsu schools…
You weren't mean to him. You didn't ignore him. You just weren't paying attention to talk to him.
When you had to be close to him, you looked at the ground. You didn't answer. Even though you felt his eyes on you.
The feeling made him concerned that your soul might be touched. That your heart will beat again.
But the longer you didn't speak to each other, the more you saw that it wasn't possible.
He may resent you for all these years.
You felt that when he asked if you loved your boyfriend, he sensed something.
Love doesn't come with time… That's what you've learned.
You've been waiting for you to fall in love with "your" boyfriend. But none of that. Your heart was either occupied or it just wouldn't let anyone in.
You could only tell him that he can laugh now that you lost the only person who ever loved you…
You're thinner than in school. But you still don't have a super model body. You look pretty. You feel much better.
This is all also something your parents use when they are searching for a husband for you.
You are strong and beautiful. That's what they say.
However, either your parents don't like the possible candidates, or the candidates don't like that you are able to control your clan.
Because many people still believe that a woman should take care of the children and the home. You are not so…
You don't have a ring on your finger because, to be honest, only one person ever wanted you.
For your character. For being independent. But when you started to change your behavior and your appearance, you lost it.
And before that, you lost your best friend who supported you…
You only hoped that Gojo found this love with the girl he fell in love with.
All you think about is that if it's not you, then he can be happy in life.
You wish him all the best without even thinking about it…
But every time you saw him, you were surprised that there was no ring on his finger.
He's 25, he's handsome and young. Rich. Well born and also he must have an offspring (as the head of the Gojo family). He should be able to have one or two children at this age. If you can insist, even more…
But you see no sign in Him that he is married.
Other than that, he behaves identically to behaved at school.
He still didn't follow the rules.
You saw that he looked almost the same, but he was taller. His shoulders and chest were more wide . His whole body was like that. A sharper jaw line, different hands, even a slightly different, more adult voice sometimes.
It's the same man, only he's grown up.
Which means he, too, has grown out of his childhood loves.
He probably doesn't even remember you were friends…
You didn't know that his heart was jumping with joy when he saw you after so many years. It's as if his pain of losing you doesn't exist at all.
He wasn't invited to your wedding. He wasn't invited to your kids' birthday party.
That means it wasn't.
He knew that almost two years ago you had a ceremony where you became the head of your clan.
You already told him about the rule that if you're unmarried by your 23rd birthday, you're head of the clan.
It means that there is no man in your life.
There is no ring on your finger. You don't appear to be pregnant.
You look different than he remembers.
You were pretty then. And now…
Now you're even prettier…
Of course, he couldn't be happy that you didn't have anyone in your life. He couldn't enjoy your misfortune. But somehow, he felt some relief that you didn't love anyone.
Maybe if he could start talking to you again now…
Maybe now he could confess his love to you.
Because he still loves you…
And he never expected that someone could do it for him in love…
All it took was one meeting with your family, and their conversation about a husband for you.
Of course, he wasn't the perfect candidate.
Well, he was very powerful and influential, but this family is something else.
They did not speak to him directly about it, because the superiors knew his character. And they also knew his attitude towards marriage.
His family wanted him to have a wife and children. Even if they were to create an arranged marriage for him that he wouldn't be able to refuse.
Even though that might have done the job for him, he wanted you to fall in love with him, not hate him.
Until finally, one day, his father came to him, along with others from their family.
His father, as the former leader of the family, still had the right to decide his fate.
He just told him straight that he was going to marry a woman. That they had chosen a wife for him.
Even though Satoru hated the thought of an arranged marriage with anyone, this time he had to admit that he wanted to go along.
Without his influence, he had a chance to get what he wanted.
He had a chance to finally get you, and be able to live with you as a married couple.
He could hug and kiss. Be always close to you.
Satoru heard that you weren't asked for your opinion.
You were only supposed to be his wife.
You were only informed that you were to have a husband.
You knew your parents arranged your marriage.
You didn't blame them. You saw that they were worried about the family's future.
But your heart beat faster and you swallowed when you heard that the man you have to marry is Gojo Satoru.
He knew your surprise when he entered your house. Well, he guessed that no one told you right away who was going to be your husband.
There was a reason for that. You knew you had been chosen for a husband, and despite your protests, you couldn't change that.
When you found out a few days later that your husband would be Gojo, something in you spread throughout your body. It wasn't the pleasant warmth of joy, nor was it the cold of resentment.
It was something you couldn't define.
You still remember how you felt about him before.
But do you feel it now too?
"I think it's my duty that you get to know each other before tomorrow's wedding." Your father said, looking at you and then at Gojo.
Well, your family didn't know that you had a crush on him when you were in school…
They didn't know that you met him whenever you could…
Maybe you should tell them…
"We give you 2 hours. (y/n), then you need to get ready to talk to the elders. In the evening, your mother will help you prepare for the ceremony." The older man turned to you.
"Yeah…" You nodded as you stared at the wall behind him.
You didn't want to have an arranged marriage like this…
They just said you're going to be husband and wife, and they think you can fall in love in 2 hours.
But your family only cares about surviving the name…
They will only be able to let you not have their name if your husband is a powerful sorcerer from a more powerful family.
Well, now you've got… Your husband will be the man who is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer that lives in this world. Special grade, immoral techniques that are not easily understood… Brute force in the body as well as brute force in its energy…
Your parents agree to that. They want their name to disappear in such a strong clan that it will be nothing but honor for them. It will be an honor for them to provide a new generation of sorcerers with the Gojo name.
After your father left, you were alone with him.
Silence reigned between you as neither of you wanted to speak. You already thought that this two-hour meeting with him would last in silence.
"Hi, (y/n). Long time no see…" he said hesitantly.
Now that he's spoken, you shouldn't ignore him. After all, he is your guest. And now he's also someone important to your family.
The daughter cannot pass the surname on to her children. They don't live in the 21st century… They want the children who are to come out of the two of you to have their father's last name. At least your name is to disappear with honor. Taken over by Gojo.
"Yes, Gojo-san… It's been quite a long time…" You replied to him, wanting to be nice enough, but also showing that you didn't feel like talking.
Have you only thought about whether your parents did it because they don't think you're up to the task of governing?
If so, they underestimate you.
You could show it to them somehow, but it's too late now.
Tomorrow you're marrying the man your family chose for you…
The plus for you is that you know him. Even quite well. And also he is neither a small child nor an old grandfather twice your age.
And the most important thing for you is that you like him.
Maybe you don't love him as much as you used to, but I'm sure it'll work out somehow.
Maybe he will be such that you will easily fall in love with him again. And then you'll have a normal relationship.
Of course, as long as he also loves you…
"Sooo…" He lengthened the word, wondering what he was going to talk to you about. But when he saw your face, slightly downcast when you weren't even looking at him, he felt he had to apologize. He didn't know what he was apologizing for, but that would be easier.
He didn't do anything special. But he could have apologized for not speaking to you. After all, it was also his fault. He was just too upset that you had another boyfriend. The whole time he saw your name on the phone, he felt his broken heart cry.
And he also didn't know that exactly four months later, your heart was shattered to pieces.
Well, how was your heart supposed to be whole after all this? you loved someone. You were insecure about your appearance, and you were too afraid to ask him out on a date. You made peace with it. Then someone else told you they loved you. He was a verb, but your family didn't really approve of him because he wasn't very strong. You never loved this man. You hoped love would come when you were in a relationship with him. It didn't… That's why four months later you found out about the betrayal, and you lost the man who fell in love with you a few months ago…
Gojo didn't know that, and you thought he didn't want to know. Because he doesn't have to. Tomorrow he will be your husband, and no matter what may happen, it will be. You have your own wedding tomorrow.
But shouldn't you be enjoying such an important day?
You're happy, but in your own way.
You're happy that your husband will be someone you know and someone you loved. Or maybe you still love him…?
Maybe after some time in marriage you will fall in love with him?
Maybe he won't grind your heart to fine dust…
Maybe he won't betray you… You don't want to suffer anymore…
You want to fall in love with someone and know that the other person loves you too.
You suddenly heard him sigh.
You looked at him questioningly.
Exactly, he was already getting bored. And it's been less than 10 minutes…
"I know you don't want to get married because your family tells you to. It's hard for me too, because out of so many candidates they presented to me, I chose none." he said calmly, placing his hands on the table.
"At least you had a choice… I was shown some that I wouldn't want…"
You chuckled softly as you spoke.
It was a sign that you had loosened up a bit.
You don't sit in front of it and just wait for the end of time.
Suddenly it dawned on you.
You looked at his blindfold where his eyes should be.
"Then why did you agree to this marriage?" you asked, impatiently waiting for an answer.
"Heh… I just think about my good, but also yours." He replied with a smile. "It tires me when my family keeps telling me to have a wife and children. I know it's the same with you."
"You're right…" you mumbled.
"… So I figured we'd get married anyway, and both our families have high standards. They wouldn't stop harassing us with mate candidates. When I found out about this arranged marriage with you, I thought I wouldn't run away from something I finally had to do…." A slight smile remained on his face. "You are the perfect candidate for me. And I am the perfect candidate for you. We both already know each other, which will make it easier for us to start… We both come from powerful families, and we ourselves are powerful. It was a requirement of our families. (y/n), it couldn't have been better."
"It would be better if my family thought I could handle myself as head of the clan…"
"Are you thinking about it now?" he asked, moving a little closer to the table on his cushion.
"I am to be your wife… You will be the head of your clan as well as mine… We're supposed to be married, you're supposed to take care of everything, and I'm supposed to raise the kids…"
"Are you talking about our children now? We're not even married yet…" He cut you off.
"Ugh… All I have to do as your wife is literally be your housekeeper and bear your children…"
"huh? What kind of straight-line thinking is this?"
"This is what my role is supposed to be according to the elders…"
"Saters are fools. (y/n), don't listen to them. As MY wife, you won't have to do anything you don't want to do."
He suddenly reached out a hand to you, grabbing your fingers.
"…Because I can't imagine being with anyone other than you… You don't know how long I've waited to be with you…"
You widened your eyes as you looked at his face.
"you–"
"I've always liked you. And now I'm happy that you'll be my wife." He sent you a cheerful smile.
Feeling the warmth of his fingers on your hand made you feel different than usual. More nice.
Is he loved you?
Can you believe him?
Does he really love you?
You have trouble trusting people about their true feelings.
You learned that after that terrible betrayal of someone you thought you were starting to love a lot…
You're supposed to believe someone who told you that after so many years you haven't seen each other.
"What's with that face?" He asked looking at your seriousness.
He hoped to see your shining eyes, the blush on your cheeks. Your smile.
And what did he get?
Your serious face.
"What happened?"
"I'm supposed to believe what you just said?" you asked, taking your hand slightly away from him.
"Yes. You have to believe me because what I say is true." He said wanting to grab your hand again but you pulled away slightly.
"One person already told me that too… And I believed it… Only to see my mistake later…" You said staring at his face.
"One person? Wait… your boyfriend?"
"You're observant, huh… How do I know after you tell me that you won't go fuck some cheap bitch somewhere or have someone else on the side?"
He listened to your harsh words, and he already understood what had happened.
Poor you…
"What happened?" he asked calmly.
"Do you really want to know?"
"I want to know so I don't make the same mistake as this idiot."
"Anyone can make this mistake. At first he says he loves you, and then suddenly he realizes that he doesn't. I never look like a model and everyone saw it, since I already looked a little different, He don't like me anymore . He didn't like the way I was behaving. That I should be more obedient. That as his woman I should sit on my ass at home and serve him. That as a woman I can't order him around, and I can't stop him from doing what he wants."
"Then why were you with him?"
You held back your anger for a moment as you thought about the question.
"…Because he was the first person to love me…"
"I asked you once if you love him. How was it?"
You were surprised that he remembered such things.
"I never loved him. I liked him very much. He was one of my friends. And just when I finally started to think I was starting to love him, he cheated on me and started acting like this. I broke up with him, digging an apology out of him at least."
"I was before him." He said suddenly.
"What?"
"I loved you faster than he did."
"…So why didn't you say it… You missed your chance, and you think you can still love me after all these years?" You snorted crossing your arms over your chest.
"Yes. I missed the chance then, and I regretted it. My punishment was heartbreak for 7 fucking years… Do not you understand? If I didn't want you so close, I wouldn't agree to this marriage for your sake…"
"Words don't mean much…" you replied to him.
You felt that you really lost faith in people's feelings that are confessed with words.
"Shall I show it to you?" he muttered, straightening his back slightly. "Fine. We have a whole life together. To prove to you that I love you. And I will do anything to make you believe it."
You didn't know why, but hearing those words made you believe more that he really has feelings for you.
He will never do anything without your permission.
This is what he showed you right after your wedding.
According to the rules, you should take his last name.
However, you have two names. Even though your family was outraged by it.
Satoru, since that's how you have to call him now, he said you can't change your name without your will.
The Gojo family agreed to this, but on one condition.
That you'll be (y/n) Gojo (l/n).
That you'll bear their name first. And then you will officially be in the Gojo family, but you will still rule the clan (l/n).
You saw the smile of the white-haired man. His happiness painted on his face
As if there were no more obstacles between you.
It's up to you to decide about your body and what you want.
According to the "traditions" of your antiquated family, which you started to hate from the day you got married, your first child is to be conceived on the night of your wedding.
In their opinion, you are to get married, and go to bed right away to make your first child.
Wondering what if you don't want kids yet?
When you told Satoru about it, he said no one can order you to have sex.
It depends on you.
That night, you weren't supposed to do anything in this room other than sleep…
But you couldn't sit still. You kept thinking about it all.
You looked so nervous that Gojo stopped you to look at Him.
His hands on your waist as he pulled you closer to his chest.
"Don't worry like that and don't get upset. Everything is fine. We don't have to do this if you don't want to." he said to you, looking into your eyes through his black glasses.
Do you remember your first kiss, which was at your wedding? And you don't know why, you think it was nice.
Do you fall in love with him so quickly? You're unsure about this… You don't like to get emotional so quickly.
"I know…" you mumbled and suddenly walked over to the window.
You closed the curtains and started removing the ornaments from such a body and clothes.
Is it really time to go to sleep?
But you don't know if you can fall asleep with your mind racing.
You turned around and placed the ornaments from your clothes on the dresser.
You looked at him, and saw how he, too, began to untie the belt around his waist.
Traditional Japanese clothes during such ceremonies suck…
You happened to glance at his exposed chest, and you thought there was nothing wrong with that. You don't want to have a baby after having sex with him for the first time.
As he took off one layer of clothes, you suddenly walked over to him, holding his cheeks, and connected your lips.
You pressed yourself against him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him further.
"I thought you didn't want sex today. Or a baby right now." he said as you stepped back.
"Fuck the rules. There are condoms in the drawer. Maybe this will make my brain more fucked up and I'll fall asleep normally."
You connected your lips, and started to pull off his bedspread which was already untied.
You ran your fingers over his muscles under his smooth skin.
At that moment, you felt him drop your clothes to the floor, leaving you in your underwear.
You don't care what he thinks of you. You just want to fuck him already.
You pushed him onto the bed, which he didn't expect, and sat on top of him, aiming for your buttocks to touch his crotch.
"You're beautiful." he said as he grabbed your bra, undoing it. He sat down with you on his lap and taking one breast in his large hand, he began sucking and biting the other, irritating your nipple.
You didn't expect that such caresses could make you aroused.
You pushed him slightly and knelt in front of him, undoing his pants.
You know this man is not your typical filth who doesn't wash. You believe he's one of the most self-care men.
That's why you didn't hesitate to pull out its length and put the tip in your mouth.
This is supposed to be quick "foreplay" even though it's not. You're supposed to be excited and so is he. You're just going to fuck each other as fast as possible.
Running your tongue halfway down his length, you felt his veins fill with fresh, fast-running blood inside his cock. You could feel him getting harder by the minute. And also bigger.
A man who has had the energy of a big dick since high school actually has a big dick. Who would have expected…
When you were about to put it in your mouth and suck it, he pulled you away and lifted you onto the bed.
Removing your panties, he started kissing you, and suddenly you felt something enter you.
It was too small for his cock, which you've seen up close.
And suddenly you felt your thighs tremble slightly as the fingers he put inside you brushed this bundle of nerves.
"It must be… Somewhere around here." He said and suddenly curled his fingers up, hitting your G-spot perfectly. Making your back arch upwards and your thighs tremble. "You know… I guess not every guy can find a woman's G-spot. So I hope you'll be happy because I already found yours."
"Oh my God…" you groaned, grabbing his wrist.
"As your husband, it is my duty to attend to your needs. My mouth, fingers and cock will always be ready." he laughed.
"You're perverted… Ah…" You pressed your thighs against his hand.
He had no right to stop him because his squares they were inside you, and he could still move them.
So that didn't save you from the overwhelming pleasure of him touching those nerves all the time, without any break.
"There's nothing wrong with fingering my wife." He said pulling down his pants and boxers, showing his entire hard length, along with his testicles underneath.
Seeing that muscular belly, from which a long, thick, nice dick was set below.
You felt your pussy start to salivate at the sight.
"I know you like the view. You'll have a long time to watch."
Feeling more and more of your juices resting on his fingers, he extracted them from you, but he remembered to tease your hole one last time, and to squeeze your clit with his thumb.
"Where are your condoms?" he asked, rubbing the length of it with his clean hand.
You pulled yourself up on the bed and reached into a drawer, pulling out a new pack of condoms.
I opened the box, pulling out one square of foil. "Have you prepared yourself for this day?" he asked with a smile.
"I had to prepare myself for something like this, considering you've always been a pervert somehow." You replied, wrestling with the foil.
"I wouldn't rape you. I'm not mean. Nothing without your permission. Besides, what's happening now you initiated."
"I know. Damn…" you growled sitting in front of him.
He didn't care that his cock was pointed straight at you as he massaged himself. But you don't know why he settles for when you need him, and he with slippery fingers tear the branch.
You want to put it on him, but you don't even know if it will fit him.
You bought this as a spare because you don't want to have an accidental baby right after you get married.
But you bought a medium size.
And now you see that this average size will not fit him. Just great…
When he saw you struggling, he took it from you and tore the edge with his teeth to give it to you later.
"That's better?"
"Mhm… Thanks…" you grunted, holding the tip of his with one hand while you put the elastic over him with the other. Thanking the maker of condoms being stretchy, you pulled it halfway on and then fought to keep it going.
Thanking the maker of condoms being stretchy, you slipped it on halfway and then fought to keep it going.
I think it was too tight… And too short for him…
"How does it feel?" You fixed the end of the gum
"A bit tight…" he muttered, wincing slightly.
"I have nothing else…"
"I can live with it. It's okay. Maybe I'll feel more with this?" he laughed with his hand adjusting his dick. "I hope it doesn't fall."
He grabbed the length of it wet from your juices with his hand and smeared the moisture all over the length.
When he saw that you were already lying down and your legs were placed on his thighs, he smiled.
Moving closer to you, he aligned himself with your entrance.
Pressing against the delicate walls, he pushed inside, filling you more and more.
He was so happy to have you now.
As you shivered and tightened your hands on the sheet to get used to its size, he waited patiently, smiling with a slight blush on his cheeks and ears.
All he could think about was how tight and warm you were inside. And how pretty you are like that. So cute.
Suddenly he laughed.
"I want to see the look on the face of the cleaning lady later who will empty your trash can and find a condom full of sperm…"
You will try to fall in love with him. But you don't promise.
You have your needs so as a married couple you can have sex if there is no cheating you will make sure he feels comfortable with you.
You don't want him to cheat on you.
You want to love him someday so that you both love each other and be happy.
For now, he'll be showing you how much he loves you. To prove it to you.
Two months after the wedding, he hasn't changed at all.
He behaved the same as on the first day.
Every time he left home for work faster than you, he would hug you and kiss you goodbye.
Every time he held your hand, he would place a kiss on it.
He opened doors for you, helped you, took care of you. He did what you asked him to do. He grunted and laughed at times, but that was his normal behavior.
He teased sometimes. But everything was nice.
He always hugged you, he kept saying he loved you.
And you're already starting to believe it.
He tells you everything you don't even want to know.
He even told you once or twice that he would like to have sex with you because, quoting, "his balls are full of cum that has nowhere to pour out, and he would like to see your body when it happens."
It was something you didn't need to hear.
But you still do what you want in your bed.
You live with him, in his house. You go to Kyoto every day to work at school.
After your wedding, which was already two months ago, your family was happy.
And now they blame you.
You've been married for two months now and you're not pregnant.
You got scolded by your family for not upholding a family tradition that has been going on for 300 years.
Everyone also resents you for not doing all the household chores yourself in your home. Because “as a wife, you have to spend time at home, make meals for your husband, look after the house, and also have children”. That's what the Family has been telling you constantly for several years…
They were outraged when they heard that you were cooking dinner with Satoru. That you and Satoru clean together. That you take care of the garden, and every other place in the house, along with it.
This is your home, and you have agreed that you will not have segregated responsibilities.
Because according to your family, you're supposed to do all the chores and he's supposed to work.
You both work and have the same responsibilities.
Well, he just has a little other chores sometimes… You said straight away that he's the one taking out the garbage and you can do the laundry.
You don't want to see him collect your panties. Judging by what happened during those two months, Gojo Satoru is a big pervert.
You'd rather to take his underwear because you don't care. And he… He would even wear it to add some more laughter to your life.
You both work, but that's what they're complaining about, too.
You were just walking past him on the way to your house.
To tell your family you won't be in Kyoto often anymore.
Satoru suggested you start teaching in Tokyo. If you don't want to leave this job.
After much thought, you agreed, and you've already been accepted, even earlier than you decided. Satoru arranged everything for you.
So that you don't have to strain yourself.
He knew you already had a lot on your mind.
Family, home. You even have him on your head…
Walking past him, you just wanted to come in and announce it to your family.
Nothing more nothing less. Only this.
It was very warm, so you pulled your shorts and tank top out of the closet. A little lace on the back as well as exposed skin never killed anyone.
Besides, you don't care what other people think when they see you in this outfit.
You have accepted yourself the way you look, even though you are slimmer than before.
Satoru didn't mind.
He was walking next to you in a white, slightly tight T-shirt and black knee-length shorts that were loose.
He stayed close to you all the way, sometimes even keeping his hand on your waist or grabbing your hand.
You saw how he smiled.
And sometimes he would even get serious or pissed off when he looked at people staring at you.
He had black glasses on, but you still saw his eyes change from softer to sharper. As he stared at the people around him with his daggers.
You found yourself much closer.
5 months together.
Only after these months did you quit your job in Kyoto to work in Tokyo where you will be closer. Even if you are the clan head whose home is Kyoto. Nobody told you you couldn't live somewhere else.
He pampered you along the way.
First, he put his old round glasses on your face to protect you from the sun. Then you went for a cold drink, then on the way he bought you ice cream, then again something to drink. All the way because you have to go to your family on foot.
Sometimes you stopped in the shade to rest for a while.
You always had priority.
And then he told you that when you come back, for being so brave and beautiful, he will take you to the most expensive clothes shop and buy you whatever you like, no matter what. He promised you dinner at a restaurant, but not an upscale one, because they wouldn't let you in shorts.
Everything you will want.
Not looking at others. Without looking at anything that might prevent you from having it.
He can pamper you like this until the end of the world. If it ever makes you tell him honestly that you love him…
As you entered the house, you saw the family that greeted you looking at you strangely.
"Something's not right?" Satoru asked, seeing their faces.
It was different in his family. The old rules were not followed.
"(y/n), as the head of our family, you shouldn't be dressed like that." Your mother said.
You looked at her kimono which was tied with straps and then at the fact that she wears socks at home.
It was so hot you couldn't stand… Would you wear a kimono?
"You shouldn't care what she wears."
You looked at Gojo who immediately stood up for you.
"Satoru… She as your wife should only show her body to you. Not to walk the streets in such revealing clothes…"
"I don't mind because she's my wife, and I know she wouldn't do what you're probably thinking right now… My wife isn't a whore if that's what you mean…" he growled.
"So, what did you want to tell us?" your Father asked, stopping this argument.
"I'm moving to work at a school in Tokyo. I won't be visiting home as often."
"You shouldn't be working. You have to–."
"Take care of household chores, yes I know… You keep saying to…" You cut him off.
"You have already brought one disgrace to our family when you refused tradition, and you have not yet grown a child." your mother hissed.
Fucking old rules… Fucking old member thinking
Your mother is right, (y/n)." Your father agreed. "Since you've been married to the head of the Gojo family, you've been behaving in a way that doesn't suit you. First you have two names, then you don't want tradition, you don't have a child, you don't perform your duties well, you work, even though as a wife you should be devoted only to your husband and family, you dress like that, taking away our honor, you leave home even though you are the head of our clan. You don't take care of your important business, you don't follow the rules, you don't please your husband as you should as a wife. You don't sacrifice enough, you're not independent enough in domestic matters, you resist. You think about what you want, not what you have to do. You should think only of the well-being of the family, of serving your husband and the Gojo family, and of perpetuating traditions, principles, and most importantly - having children to ensure the development of the family. By combining your character with your upbringing to be a good leader, you have become someone whose mind has been blinded by your own needs. You are incapable of being a good leader for our family. You should respect above all what your husband says, and you should also respect your elders and parents. That's why today it's me who forbid you to work, you will be punished when I hear that you don't perform your duties properly. And also, and this is the final decision of the whole family, the leadership of our whole family (l/n), is taken over by the head of the Gojo family. You do not have a choice. It is your duty now to give complete leadership to your husband."
You stared wide-eyed at your father, who sounded like it was all ready and planned.
You frowned, not even caring about his opinion. He can't order you around. It's up to you to decide. You are the head of the family.
"I won't quit my job, and I won't quit my teaching job because you want me to. I don't care about your rules. I set new ones." You said and suddenly felt a hand on your back.
You looked at Satoru who was still standing next to you, listening to all this.
"I married a woman who is the head of the (y/n) family. She is the only person in your family who is worth. Do you think I could rule such a family? I don't want worthless trash dragging my family down. You will not become famous by being under the power of the Gojo family. You will be at the bottom with these worthless principles. Only fools remove the strongest of the family from the top position. By doing this, you are digging your own graves. (y/n) becomes your leader, stays at work. She stays the same as she is now. And you have no right to insult her any longer. People with limited minds will not understand strength, beauty, intelligence and the highest value that it has.
You looked at him questioningly.
He protects you. Protects your honor. He speaks for you because your family will take seriously the words of your husband, who is almost the strongest sorcerer they've ever had.
You smiled slightly as you looked at his face. Feeling his hand on your back.
So this is the man you married…
A man who will do anything for you…
"Thank you for supporting me there, in Kyoto…"
"It's my duty. As your husband. As someone who loves you unconditionally." He walked over to you and kissed your forehead.
"And thank you that you don't mind that I don't want kids for now…"
"It's okay. We still have time. I'm not sure if this is a good time either…" He rubbed his hair. "We don't have to rush with all this. But if you ever want a baby, I'll be contained and ready to make one."
He chuckled as you looked at him.
He handed you a paper bag.
"Here is your promised gift." He smiled at you. "Apart from what you chose, this one is from me. I chose it myself, and I hope you like it."
You pulled out a black elegant dress and watched.
Beautiful, no material on the back.
In addition, a set of black lace underwear.
"I hope you'll wear it for me someday… The moment I'm more important to you than a sex partner, and only a husband…"
He smiled at you gently. But you heard something sadder in his voice.
You placed the gift on the bed and walked over to him, cuddling up to him as you felt tears prick your eyes.
"Thank you for being with me… Still…" you said softly.
"I love you, what else could I do?"
He's been the same all year of your marriage…
He still cares about you so much and he says he loves you.
He didn't leave you…
Is it possible that right now…
Do you love Gojo Satoru?
After all this time, you know you love Gojo Satoru.
And you're really glad he gave you so much time…
You just told him that you wanted to have dinner with him at the restaurant you were at on your birthday. Expensive restaurant, with very good food. Mainly with desserts.
He did it right away. You had his money, but you won't take it. So he must have forgiven you for giving you a romantic night without the help of his credit card.
You've been raising enough money to do this for a month. As a grade 1 sorcerer, you earn a lot, but you've been harvesting because he earns even more than you.
You don't want to run out of money on such an important day…
Today is your anniversary…
You asked Ijichi to drive Satoru there.
You saw him put on a dark blue shirt with thin light stripes, a black jacket and black pants. And you really have to say he looks sexy in it. So handsome
"You're not changing? We're booked in an hour." He said, adjusting his tie collar.
You walked over to him, and placing your hands on his chest, you grabbed the tie, slowly tying it, then finally pushing it gently closer to his neck.
"I still have to do something. I'll come right after you. I promise." You said running your hands over his wide, hard chest.
"You promise?"
"I promise." You stood on your toes, placing a kiss on his jaw.
Suddenly you heard a car.
"It's Ijichi. Go now. I'll see you there."
He didn't want to let go of your hand, but he trusted you to come to him soon. So he left the house and got into a black car.
When you saw that he was definitely gone, you ran to the bathroom, quickly jumping into the shower.
You couldn't do that in front of him because he would have understood something was wrong.
His favorite shampoo scent, his favorite shower gel scent, and you started shaving as fast as you could.
Jumping out of the shower you wrapped yourself in only a small towel and started to dry your hair, then, almost naked, went to your bedroom.
All this took you 15 minutes. Pretty soon. You hope he will be pleased.
You ran to your closet, pulling out a bag with a black dress and underwear.
You threw the wet towel off your body onto the floor because it was only bothering you.
Laying your clothes on the bed, you put on some black underwear, and walked over to the mirror, looking at how it lay on you.
Perfectly matched.
Later you put on black stockings that you bought in the same store as him underwear. You could connect the matching stockings with belts to the underwear belt. And that's what you did.
The stockings were digging into your thighs a bit, but it still looked good. This emphasized how soft they were. Just like most people can. And you know after this year how much Satoru loves your thighs.
Glancing at watch, you put on your dress, putting it on as well as you could.
Grabbing heels the height you like, you went to the bathroom putting on some light makeup and jewelry.
Before you quickly left the house, getting into the car that came to pick you up. The assistant you asked for.
"How much time do we have, (y/n)-san?"
"Nitta, please let's get there as soon as possible. We have 10 minutes…"
"Okay. Hang on. Nine minutes will be enough." she smiled as she hit the accelerator.
With each passing minute, Satoru looked at his watch.
He was constantly worried that something might happen. Or you put it out…
Even though he said he loved you, you never told him…
He was worried it would never happen.
That's why he cared more.
You paid yourself from a separate room with a table for two. You pay in advance for the food you order. Besides, the decor was also a bit different than the last time you were here.
When he heard the door open, he looked quickly in that direction.
The most light was in the center, where your table stood. That's why he couldn't see much from the side. Especially where there was a door.
But he already knew it was you.
"Satoru, I'm sorry I didn't come until now. I know you've been waiting… It's 8:04 PM and our dinner was supposed to start at 8:00 PM… I'm sorry…" you said slowly walking towards him.
He stood up, taking a few steps towards you.
When you were finally all lit up, he could see you in something he wanted to see you in.
"Any special occasion that you dressed like that?" he asked with a smile. "You are very beautiful. I have never seen anyone more beautiful."
"Today is our anniversary…" I muttered blushing slightly.
"…I didn't think you'd remember something you didn't want… I'm sorry…"
He lowered his head slightly.
"It's not like I wasn't going to give you something today… Because that day I'll never forget…"
You walked over to him and he knelt in front of you and pulled a black box out of his pocket.
"If I had proposed to you like this before our wedding a year ago, would you have been my wife?" he asked, opening the box, showing the ring.
You smiled at him.
"Yes. I would be your wife…"
He put the ring on your finger, right next to your wedding ring.
"I understand you wanted to invite me to dinner. I really like the desserts here.” He laughed as he got up.
"I didn't invite you here to eat…"
He looked at you, slightly surprised.
"You said you hoped that someday I'd wear it for you… The moment you'll be more important to me than a sex partner, and only a husband…"
"Do you remember that?"
"Why should I forget these words?"
"that means?"
"I put this on because now is the moment where you are more important to me than a sex partner, and only a husband…"
You walked closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders.
"You are more important to me because I love you, Satoru."
You saw his eyes getting brighter.
And suddenly he leaned in, connecting your lips.
He lifted you up holding you close to him.
You kissed, you ate dinner. Then you kissed again on the viewing balcony.
You didn't let each other go.
Now was the moment when you were even closer.
You both loved each other…
You will protect Satoru as much as he protects you…
The dress that you matched your body so well disappeared from your body right after a purple hickey appeared on your naked back.
Your bra straps have been pulled down, bra lowered, allowing your breasts to pop out for the world to see.
With his shirt unbuttoned and his pants completely down, you were sitting on top of him in your lace panties and stockings. You rubbed his hard cock with your pussy, rubbing the soaked material against his skin, making you both moan into the other's mouth.
As you descended from his hips you bent down, inserting his length into your mouth, forcing his hips to push upwards, deeper into your throat that tightened so nicely around him.
You let him because it made you hear his grunts and groans. And he sounded so sexy.
It wasn't an exaggeration when he grabbed your hair, pushing you down. Fucking your mouth. Until suddenly he stopped moving, and you felt him half filling your throat with his hot cum.
You don't know if you wanted to vomit or if it was just his liquid warming your entire esophagus.
While he was still inside your warm lips, finishing there completely, two streams of white thick liquid flowed from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin, across your chest.
You swallowed to help him get off his high. Also getting rid of the stickiness in your esophagus.
As he let go of your hair, you slowly pulled it out of your throat, coughing. You wiped the cum from your mouth and chin with your hand.
"Sorry…" he mumbled breathing heavily.
"That's fine. But the underwear is completely ruined." You said clenching your thighs as you stood up and sat on his stomach.
"I'll take care of the mess your pussy has made in a moment."
He calmed his breathing, and watched you massage yourself through your panties, then put your hand inside.
"Come here." He waved his hand at you, pulling your thighs.
Now your thighs were on either side of his head.
He smiled and stuck out his tongue.
"You have some really weird ideas…" You said as you saw him stick his tongue out stiffly.
He pulled your thighs up and forward, pulling your panties to the side enough.
You fell on his face and felt his tongue enter yours.
Your hips twitched, but he held you down.
Lengthening his tongue as much as he could, he ran the tip of the muscle over your sensitive nerves, making you shiver..
You tightened your fingers in his hair. He pulled out the wet muscle and replaced it with his two fingers, positioning it so that he was pressing against your G-spot.
No matter how you move, his fingers will press this point and massage it lightly.
He connected his mouth to your clit, sucking. While rubbing you from the inside out.
His tongue flicked the pink lump he'd sucked in his mouth, and he felt your walls throbbing. They tighten, pulling his fingers inside. Assuring that he won't deprive you of that penetration.
On the contrary. Instead of depriving you of that, he inserted a third finger, stretching you inside.
Massaging your nerves as you began to gently move your hips to ride his face.
As he pulled you closer to his face, you came around his fingers.
Then whatever filling left you, you lay down on top of him, not even noticing that your crotch was right next to his face.
His dick was next to your face.
Hard, trembling and ready to fuck you.
"Come on. I'm ready to take care of your pussy now." he chuckled patting your thigh.
"Moment…"
"Now."
He got up with you on top of him, and lowered your body gently onto the bed. Helping you, he positioned you above his hips.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let him guide you.
"Are you okay?"
You nodded.
Then you felt him direct the tip of his dick into your hole. You stretched on top of him as he buried you deeper and deeper.
You were moaning and twitching from the sensitivity.
Feeling him getting deeper and deeper until he hit the cervix.
When he got inside completely, he groaned, throwing his head back.
"Can I come inside?" he asked licking the strap around your neck.
"Mhm…"
"Okay. So I can fuck you as long as I want. I'll buy you a pill."
The sudden movement of his hips ripped the air from your lungs the moment he moved.
He began to move his hips as fast as he could, sending short but strong shivers down your spine.
It wasn't long before you came on top of him, squeezing him. Sucking him inside.
And he just let your pussy suck it all the way out. It shot inside you. Loving the feeling of your tightened walls.
"I love you." You mumbled panting as you endured the tremors.
"I love you."
"Wait, I thought you were a teacher in Tokyo…" you said as you saw him leave the school.
"I'm not. But I'm going to be. I'm 26, so when I'm 27, maybe I'll be."
"I thought you were already a teacher!"
"I was that kind of…" he said. "There is a shortage of teachers in the school, so I sometimes taught students…"
"I see… I'm not angry with you. Because I didn't ask about it."
"I love you~."
"Satoru." You said as he hugged you.
"Hmmm?"
"Can you take care of children?"
"… I think so."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. That's why I brought you here. You'll meet someone."
He suddenly went somewhere, and came back with two other people.
"This is Tsumiki and Megumi. She's 15, he's 14. I've been taking care of them since I was 18." he pushed them lightly towards you.
"Oh? Nice to meet you. I'm (y/n)." you gave them your hand.
"How about going out for ice cream to get to know each other? Satoru pays."
You ignored the white haired man's groan.
Handing the teens ice cream, you patted their heads before walking over to Satoru, giving him ice cream.
"They're nice kids. Did you really take care of them?"
"Yeah. I'm quite responsible. And Megumi is going to Jujutsu High soon."
"Really?"
"Yes. Shikigami user."
"It will be nice to have a new student. Even if you also become a teacher."
"Hey, I already showed you that I'm a good babysitter."
"Yes. I know that." You put your head on his shoulder.
"That's why I'll be even more ready if you ever change your mind about having our children. But I don't mind that you don't want to yet."
"Hey! Don't make me a monster! We still have plenty of time to think about this…"
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xiaq · 8 months
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How did you and B meet?
I'm sure I've talked about this before, but here's the Official Story from our reception invitations:
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Erica met B through their mutual friend G while rock climbing at the Austin greenbelt in April of 2019.
Erica had just purchased a new camera and 80% of the photos she took that day were of B. She shyly sent B the best ones and noted he was a lovely subject. B said, “thanks bro” and used those pictures for his Bumble profile.
It was an auspicious beginning.
At the time, B was living and working in Austin while Erica was a PhD student in Dallas. She often visited “home” to see her parents and climb, so they met up regularly over the next two years.
When the pandemic hit, Erica moved back to Austin to work on her dissertation, and isolated with a small group of climbers that included B. They also started playing D&D together.
Erica’s character was a chaotic neutral half-elf bard who cast spells and cantrips exclusively via limerick. Her go-to solutions to problems they encountered were seduction, inciting political rebellion, befriending monsters, and stabbing.
B played a lawful good half-elf paladin who found Erica’s character extremely vexing.
In real life, however, they had quite a bit in common, and started spending time alone outside of group climbing and D&D meetups. Later, they would discover they had a mutual romantic interest at this point, but neither acted on it since Erica had accepted a visiting professorship in Colorado. She moved in July.
When Erica returned briefly to Austin over spring break the following year, she spent most of her time with B: climbing, hiking, grilling at her parent’s place, and staunchly denying there was anything happening between them even if she wished there was because honestly, mom, he's never shown the slightest bit of interest in me (her father scoffed loudly from the other room).
She decided to move back to Austin at the end of the school year. When B (and G) came to visit her a few weeks before she moved, Erica decided to be brave and make her intentions known. While watching a UFC fight with B on the couch, she tucked her toes, lasciviously, under B’s thigh.
Shockingly, he did not respond to this unequivocal romantic overture. But he did help her remove all the temporary wallpaper on her ugly rental cabinets before they left, so that was nice.
The following month, when Erica moved back to Austin, B asked if she’d like to come over for dinner after climbing. She agreed because she wanted to procrastinate unpacking and also she was slightly in love with him. The following day, he asked if she wanted to have dinner again. She did.
“Wow,” Erica said to her mother that morning, “I guess B is really lonely since G moved. He’s been asking me to hang out with him a lot.”
“You're an idiot,” her mother said.
That night, B asked Erica if she'd ever thought about them dating.
“I’m thinking about it now,” she said, cavalier, suave, blasé, and not nervous at all.
This wasn’t a lie, but she had also thought about it once or twice prior to that moment as well.
“Great,” B said, “How would you feel if I kissed you?”
And Erica said, “Yeah, I’d feel pretty good about that.”
A few weeks later, B casually showed Erica an empty shelf in his bathroom cabinet and an inviting space in his closet and a couple spare drawers in his dresser and she, equally casually, moved in with him.
Over the next year, the apartment’s decor and Erica’s diet improved drastically. They traveled, they climbed, they spent time with each others families. They lived, laughed, loved and reduced, reused, recycled. Shortly after moving into their new house, combining bank accounts, making each other their medical powers of attorney, solidifying their retirement plans, and discussing whether getting married would have tax benefits, they realized most people got engaged before doing…a good portion of those things. So they planned to propose to each other.
Christmas of 2022, they took a road trip across Colorado. B proposed to Erica on the gondola in Telluride; two days later, Erica proposed to B on the Train to Cascade Canyon in Durango. They both said yes.
In August 2023 they will elope, with their dog Deacon as a witness, to Mt. Rainier national park.
In November 2023, they’ll celebrate with their friends and family at a backyard reception that will include food, drinks, swimming, croquet, corn hole, axe-throwing and a bounce house (the axe-throwing and the bounce-house will be on opposite sides of the lawn; if it's cold, the pool will be heated). They hope you’ll come and share their joy with them.
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xomakara · 3 months
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No One But You
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SUMMARY | One drunken night with Xiaojun gave you the most precious thing in the world, your son. Years later, Xiaojun returns from overseas and finally gets to reunite with you and his son. PAIRINGS | Xiaojun/Fem!Reader GENRE | non-idol au, daddy!Xiaojun, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, slight angst, fluff RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,813 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Originally, this was supposed to be a fantasy with the whole isekai theme. But this idea had been swimming in my mind lately and so here you go. I hope this makes sense and that it flowed okay. I struggled a bit haha. Hope you all like it.
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"Just give it some thought," Renjun, your best friend, muttered one day. You were both sitting in your favorite cafe, drinking your lattes and getting on each other's nerves with an annoying amount of frequency. It was a pretty standard Sunday afternoon to be honest - so you had just agreed to meet here.
Nothing special.
"And what do I get for this?" you asked, glancing up from your coffee. Renjun had been pestering you to join him at this new company your friends Mark and Johnny established. They promised it would be very profitable and the pay was good as well. And he was very persistent. Like never ending. He'd been talking about it nonstop since yesterday morning when you woke up.
You rolled your eyes and went back to sipping your coffee. "I mean it's not like I don't want to help them out, but they're not giving me any kind of perks."
"You get to see eye-candy all day long." Renjun snorted. "How is that not a perk? At least this way you can finally find someone who'll satisfy you better than-"
"Don't you dare say his name." You muttered under your breath.
"C'mon Y/N." Renjun patted your hand. "It's been years since you last dated Jungwoo. I’m sure he’s happily married and has kids. Besides, you have a son now, too. Does Xiaojun know?"
Xiaojun...
The father of your son.
You've known Xiaojun since your college days. He was a friend of Renjun, Mark and Johnny and he always tagged along whenever you hung out with them. Back then, he used to flirt shamelessly and his charm would always manage to make you laugh and blush simultaneously. You were in a serious relationship with your ex, Jungwoo, during that time, but that all changed however, when you ended your three year relationship with him. Your relationship just didn't work out. He cheated on you multiple times. You loved him with all your heart, though. But you couldn't be with someone who hurt you constantly. Your heartbreak left you feeling empty and lonely. Your entire world crumbled around you and you felt like nothing could ever go right again.
Your friends were there to help you through your tough times. To cheer you up, Renjun and the others dragged you out to the biggest Neo frat party of the semester, despite your constant protests. Of course, you had fun that night. It was a relief to forget about your troubles for a while. In a drunken stupor and clearly horny, you found Xiaojun dancing nearby. Without thinking twice, you walked over to him and grabbed his hands to sway to the music. And god, he was sexy in those leather pants and tight black shirt. It was hard to resist him and not give into temptation. After a few minutes, you decided to dance closer to him. And God, he smelled so good. Like fresh air, soft lips and spring flowers. That did it. Before you knew it, you were making out with him against the wall.
Things quickly escalated and before you knew it, the rest was history. It was just a one night thing between you two. And you never did date him. He left to study overseas a few weeks later and disappeared off your radar.
When you found out you were pregnant a month after that drunken night with Xiaojun, you were scared and confused. You never imagined that one drunken night with him could have changed your future so drastically. The urge to tell him that you were pregnant was overwhelming. You wanted to reach out to him, talk to him, tell him about the baby, apologize for what happened that night. But you also couldn't deny that your decision that night wasn't completely your own.
You'd been depressed and lonely since your breakup with Jungwoo and Xiaojun provided you with the comfort you needed. Was it wrong of you to use him that way? Or did you deserve something more? If you chose to keep the baby, who would take care of it? Where would you live? Who would be its father?
You had to tell someone and you eventually told Renjun, Mark and Johnny about your pregnancy, revealing that Xiaojun had to be the father since he was the last person you’ve slept with. Your friends reacted predictably: they offered their unconditional support and told you that you were strong enough to raise the child on your own. They were your best friends and they wanted to be the best uncles they could be to your son.
But even after that fateful night, you continued to think about what could have been if he had stayed. If you had found out you were pregnant if you were together.
You shook your head. "No, he still doesn't know about our son."
Renjun sighed. "You know he's back in town. He’s been asking me about you too. Its just a matter of time before Xiaojun talks to our friends and finds out he has a son. You should tell him before that happens."
"I know but I can't just tell him I got pregnant after one drunken night together. There are too many details involved."
Renjun ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. "What are you going to do, Y/N?"
"That's the problem. I don't know what to do." You mumbled. "I don't want him to resent me or hate me. I want him to love my son and accept him. That's all I ask for."
"Then just tell him. I'm sure he won't mind if you told him the truth."
"But what if he does?" You replied, looking down at your cup. "Wouldn't that complicate things? Especially since we have a child together. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he blamed me for ruining his life or something. I wouldn't be able to look at him or be near him anymore."
Renjun shrugged. "Who says he will blame you? You guys are adults, after all. Plus, we’re not children anymore. Our lives are different. It's not the same as back then. I think you're just being paranoid."
"Am I?" You looked up, frowning. "Do you really believe I am?"
He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not really, no. I know you, Y/N. You're more forgiving than most people. But sometimes, people need to face the consequences of their actions. And even if they don't, there are plenty of other fish in the sea. It's not like your son needs a man around to protect him."
Renjun waved away your concern. "So don't let your feelings towards him ruin your happiness. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. So tell him about your son."
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“I’m home!” You called out as you stepped into your apartment.
You heard the pitter patter of small feet and a small figure ran out of the bedroom before launching unto you. “Mommy! Mommy!”
You cooed as you picked your son up in your arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around your neck and buried his face into your chest. "Hi Dongjun, my beautiful angel. Did you miss me?"
"Of course!" He squealed excitedly. "I missed you, mommy."
“You’re so silly.” You giggled as you planted a kiss on top of his head. “You don’t need to miss me because you’re going to see me every day. Right?"
Dongjun giggled excitedly and nodded his head. "Right mommy!"
"Good." You hugged him tightly. "Because I missed you too."
The two of you walked slowly down the hallway. Dongjun held onto your hand and grinned widely as he talked about his random adventures with Uncle Jisung, your younger brother. When you asked where Uncle Jisung was, your son pointed at your brother's room stating that 'Uncle Jisung is studying'.
“Hey Mommy, wanna watch a movie with me?” Dongjun asked, tugging at your shirt sleeve.
“Okay honey, but first, can I change into comfy clothes?” You questioned, pointing towards your bedroom.
“Mm hmm.” Dongjun nodded enthusiastically as he plopped on the couch and proceeded to watch TV.
After changing into sweats and a loose t-shirt, you settled down next to your son. You placed your hand on his head and smiled as you stroked his hair gently. It was nice being able to spend quality time with your son. Dongjun was so happy when he was with you. He loved watching movies and playing games with you. You could already tell that he was smart, mature and creative. If only you could turn back time, things would be different.
You wondered how life would have been if you told Xiaojun about Dongjun. Or how it would be if you got together with him. But looking at your son, you knew that whatever happened, you made the right choice. No matter what choices you made in the past, your son will always be yours.
“Alright, time for bed. Let’s snuggle.” You told your son as you pulled him close to your body.
“Yes!” Dongjun grinned happily.
You leaned over to kiss him on the forehead and you smiled as you closed your eyes. At least one good thing came out of that drunken night, you thought.
"Mommy?" Dongjun suddenly asked as he poked you in the arm.
"Hmm?" You opened your eyes and glanced at your son. "What is it honey?"
"Did you love daddy when you first met him?"
“Hmmm…now that’s a tough question to ask me, squirt.” You pinched his cheek. “How should I answer it?”
“I think you loved Daddy.” Dongjun said confidently. “Because if you didn’t love Daddy, then I wouldn’t be here today. So you must have loved Daddy when you first met him.”
You smiled as tears welled up in your eyes. Dongjun was such a sweet boy.
"Sweetie, you are the most important person in my life. And no matter what happens, I will always love you." You hugged him tightly. "I am very lucky to have a child like you."
"Aw, Mommy. Thank you." Dongjun wiped away the tear from your eye. "Now let's go to sleep, okay?"
"Yes." You nodded. "Night-night, Sweetie."
Dongjun yawned as he curled up in your lap. You kissed his forehead again and whispered good night in his ear. Then you watched as he drifted off to sleep.
You didn't expect that your life would turn out like this. You had always dreamt of finding true love and getting married someday. But fate decided otherwise. Now you were living alone, raising your son singlehandedly. A part of you wished that things could have been different. Maybe your son would grow up knowing his father. Maybe you could've dated Xiaojun or find another man to share your life with.
But all those questions went unanswered as you drifted off to sleep.
There was nothing you could do about it. The past is the past. And there was no point dwelling on it anymore. Your son was the only light in your life. Without him, you would have been lost in despair and misery. You may not have found love, but you learned to accept what fate gave you.
Everything else was secondary.
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God damn, he's still handsome.
You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip as you watched Xiaojun put in his order with the waiter. Even after all these years, you still found him attractive. And he noticed you noticing him. His smile widened and he leaned towards you slightly. You held your breath as you smiled politely.
There was no denying that you felt some attraction to him back in your college days. If you weren’t dating Jungwoo back then, you would have jumped on the chance to get with Xiaojun.
But you never acted on those thoughts. There was no reason to start a relationship with him when Jungwoo was willing to be by your side. But that was before there were problems in the relationship. Before you broke up with Jungwoo. Before you found yourself alone.
Back then, everything was perfect. You were the happiest girl alive. Everything seemed so easy. You spent all your time doing fun stuff with your friends and boyfriend. As long as you were with them, you couldn't imagine a life without them.
It was an exciting time in your life. You were young, carefree and optimistic. Life seemed limitless. You had so much hope and dreams. What would you do now that all those hopes and dreams have faded away?
All that was left was regret and pain.
And now here you were, years later, sitting across from him as he gave you a sweet smile. That smile was one thing that always got to you. Especially after all this time. You tried to act natural, but the truth was you felt like you were caught in your own private show. And you weren't the only one noticing him. There were quite a few women gawking and flirting with him, although he seemed to not notice.
Xiaojun stared at you intently for a few moments before speaking. "So how are you doing, Y/N?"
"Eh, good, thanks." You shrugged. "How are you?"
"Glad to be back home." He said, smiling broadly. “I really missed Korean and Chinese food here."
You gave him a small smile. "It’s good to see that you were doing good overseas though."
"It was tough but it was worth all the experiences." Xiaojun grinned.
“I bet.” You nodded, trying not to look at his mouth. Jesus Christ, he still looked edible. You were tempted to lean forward and kiss him, but you managed to hold yourself back. "So Renjun mentioned that you've been asking about me. What's that all about, huh?"
Xiaojun blushed as he fidgeted in his seat. "Uh, well…" He paused. “I guess I just miss hanging out with you and the others."
"Life has gotten in the way, that's all." You sighed. "But I promise I'll try to spend more time with you now that you’re back home."
"Really?" Xiaojun raised an eyebrow. "Like, on a regular basis?"
"Maybe." You grinned sheepishly. "Or maybe not. Depends if you keep bugging me like Renjun always does. I wonder why I'm still friends with him..."
“Ha ha, you wouldn't trade him for the world.” Xiaojun replied with a laugh.
"True that.” You chuckled. “He’s my best friend after all.”
A small silence followed. Both of you simply stared at each other awkwardly. Finally, Xiaojun broke the silence. "Listen…I'm sorry about what happened in college. I never meant to hurt you. You're one of my closest friends and I don't want anything to ruin that."
"You never hurt me, Xiaojun." You shook your head, a faint smile on your lips. "I was heartbroken when Jungwoo dumped me and I needed a distraction from the pain. We were both drunk and horny at that frat party. I don't regret that one night with you. I don't blame you for it. None of it was your fault."
"You're a good person, Y/N." Xiaojun muttered quietly.
"Thanks." You replied sincerely. "Sometimes I feel guilty for using you to distract myself. And even after all this time, I can't bring myself to look at you without thinking about Jungwoo. It's a stupid reason, huh?"
"No, it's understandable." Xiaojun smiled gently. "People need distractions sometimes. Plus, that one night turned out to be pretty good for you. You enjoyed yourself, found comfort in someone's arms, and felt loved. It helped you get over your broken heart. Even if it was just for one night."
"Yeah. And thank you for that, by the way." You smiled softly. "For taking care of me that night. For listening to me cry about my ex."
"Don't mention it." Xiaojun said as he waved away the compliment. "You were hurting and I cared about you. You needed some comfort and I wanted to provide that for you."
"That makes me feel better." You laughed. You sucked in a deep breath. “Xiaojun, can I tell you something?”
"Of course." Xiaojun assured you.
You hesitated for a moment. It had been years since you talked to Xiaojun but you hoped that he would understand where you were coming from. After a few minutes, you decided to continue.
"It’s hard for me to say this but…” You took a deep breath. “Xiaojun, you’re a dad…”
“Wait, what?” Xiaojun gasped.
“We have a son,” You answered quickly. “His name is Dongjun.”
Xiaojun blinked several times. “Are you sure he’s mine?”
"You were the last person I had sex with before I found out I was pregnant." You nodded your head and pulled out your phone, scrolling through the pictures of Dongjun. “He looks exactly like you. Just look at the pictures.”
Xiaojun stared down at the photo of Dongjun on his phone. He took in the picture and blinked slowly. His expression softened as he looked back at you.
“Our son…” He murmured quietly. “Wow.”
“I know you might be mad or disappointed that I didn’t tell you but…” You paused. “I wasn’t ready to face you after I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to come back to Korea and take care of me and the baby because we had that one night together.”
Xiaojun shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Y/N, don't worry about that. I know our relationship is complicated but there is no way I would ever resent you or the baby. In fact, I feel happy to hear that you're raising our son well."
“I’m glad you think that.” You smiled. “I never really talked about you. When Dongjun asks where you are, I just tell him that you had to work somewhere far away. How do you tell a four year old that his mom and dad aren’t even a couple? How do you tell him that his mom and dad were drunk and horny one night and that’s how he was conceived? Telling him that you worked far away was the best option.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Xiaojun sighed. “Can I meet him? Please, Y/N? I would love to meet my son.”
“Of course, I’d like you to meet him.” You agreed, nodding. “And knowing Dongjun, he already loves you very much.”
“I already love him too, you know?” Xiaojun gave a slight laugh. “I wish I had met him earlier. Things would have been different between us. I wouldn’t have gone overseas. I would have stayed and we could have explored if there was truly a connection between us.”
“Maybe things wouldn’t have changed that much.” You reminded him. “Even if you did stay, we were really never together. Not after that one night. All we did was sleep together. There was nothing more than sex going on. You flirted with me, sure. And I needed comfort from a broken heart. So there was nothing binding us together.“
“Yes, there was.” Xiaojun argued. “The first moment I met you, that first time you smiled so sweetly at me when Renjun introduced us, I knew I liked you right away. It’s like I could see you clearly for the first time. The way you walked, your attitude, your body language, everything was so perfect. But you were with Jungwoo at the time. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him, so I just tried to hang out with you whenever possible.”
He sighed, looking at you softly. “After you broke up with Jungwoo, I realized that I was in love with you. That one drunk night at the frat party made me realize how I felt about you. And I never stopped loving you since then.”
“But why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, suddenly feeling sad.
“I didn’t want you to rush anything. You were healing from a broken heart and I didn’t want to add more problems to your life. I just knew that you needed love and comfort even if it was for one night.” Xiaojun explained. “And I didn’t want to scare you off by telling you how I felt.”
“I understand.” You whispered sadly. “But you should have told me sooner. Maybe I felt the same way.”
“Well, I’m telling you now.” Xiaojun said, giving you a reassuring smile. “Did you ever felt anything for me? Like, was there any chance that you could have fallen in love with me?”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “If I wasn’t dating Jungwoo back then, I probably would have started to develop feelings for you too. Maybe even developed them into something more.”
“I’m glad you said that.” Xiaojun breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Xiaojun, now that you’re back for good…” You paused. “Do you think that we could give this another shot? Maybe see where things really go between us? If you just want to be friends or just in Dongjun’s life, then it’s fine with me. But I just thought…”
“I want that too.” Xiaojun cut you off. “I want to see where this goes. With you, and Dongjun. I can be the father that Dongjun deserves and I will make sure to devote myself fully to my son and to you.”
“Okay.” You agreed. You stood up and grabbed his hand. “Come. Let’s go see our son.”
It took you but minutes by car to reach your apartment. You reached your door and unlocked it, calling out, “Dongjun! I’m home!”
Dongjun ran out of his room with a huge smile on his face. As soon as he spotted you, he jumped into your arms and gave you a big hug.
“Mommy! Mommy! I missed you!” He exclaimed happily.
“I missed you too, baby. Where’s Uncle Jisung?” You questioned, wondering where your younger brother was.
“Uncle Jisung is watching TV.” Dongjun suddenly noticed Xiaojun by the door. “Mommy, who’s that?”
You and Xiaojun exchanged looks. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself.
"Well… Let's introduce ourselves, shall we?" You offered nervously.
Dongjun looked between you and Xiaojun curiously, wondering what was going on.
“He looks exactly like me.” Xiaojun muttered. “I can’t believe we made such a beautiful child.”
“Dongjun, this is your daddy.” You introduced the two of them.
“Daddy!” Dongjun squealed excitedly, jumping off your lap and running towards Xiaojun. Xiaojun hesitated for a second, still unsure whether he should accept Dongjun’s warm embrace. But after a brief hesitation, he leaned down to hug Dongjun with a big smile.
“Hi Dongjun. I’m your dad.” Xiaojun said softly.
“Dad! Dad! DAD!” Dongjun exclaimed loudly, unable to contain his excitement. He wrapped his tiny arms around Xiaojun’s neck, hugging him tightly.
"Oohh." Xiaojun gasped, surprised by Dongjun’s reaction. His body went rigid and he clutched onto Dongjun even tighter.
"Is everything alright?" You wondered, noticing the tension in the air.
"Uh… Yeah, it's fine." Xiaojun laughed. "Just caught me off guard, that's all. He’s just so energetic."
You nodded, chuckling. “Don’t worry, Xiaojun. You’ll get used to it.”
“I love him already.” Xiaojun breathed out. “This is the happiest day of my life.”
You smiled widely. You couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of Xiaojun being so affectionate with Dongjun. This must have meant so much to him.
"We're both so happy that you're here, daddy!" Dongjun exclaimed, planting kisses on Xiaojun's cheeks.
"Thank you for welcoming me, Dongjun." Xiaojun replied gently.
Dongjun giggled and wrapped his arms around Xiaojun's neck once again. Xiaojun laughed at Dongjun's enthusiasm. You grinned and looked at each other, sharing a small laugh.
“This is going to work out really well.”
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It had been a few months since Xiaojun had moved into your apartment. Your brother Jisung had moved out and said that he and his friend, Chenle, found an apartment to share. You knew that Jisung didn't want to get involved in the love fest between you and Xiaojun.
Yours and Xiaojun’s relationship slowly began to blossom and develop into something more. It started with a few sweet kisses here and there. Soon enough, they became an everyday occurrence. At first, you were nervous and embarrassed. You wanted to wait until Dongjun grew older before letting him catch you kissing his father. However, you soon realized that letting Xiaojun seduce you was the most exciting thing you had experienced in a long time. And not only that, but seeing Dongjun's excitement while witnessing these intimate moments between you and Xiaojun, well…
It was adorable.
At some point, you started falling for Xiaojun. Hard. Your heart raced every time you saw him and every kiss sent shivers through your entire body. Soon enough, the longing to be with him outweighed everything else in your life. You knew that Dongjun loved Xiaojun as well, which helped ease your worries.
One night, the three of you were watching a movie when Dongjun asked you and Xiaojun a question.
“Mommy, Daddy, can I ask you a question?”
You looked over at Dongjun and he was eagerly awaiting your answer.
“Sure, honey. What is it?” You asked.
“Where do babies come from?” He inquired.
You and Xiaojun looked at each other, smiling awkwardly. After a few seconds of silence, you decided to take control of the situation.
“Honey, babies are actually made when mommies and daddies love each other very much.” You told him.
“Ohhh…” Dongjun stared at you and Xiaojun intently. “Then does mommy and daddy love each other very much?”
Xiaojun turned to look at you with a wide grin on his face. “Why yes, my little prince. We do.”
Dongjun beamed at the sight of Xiaojun's prideful expression. Then he looked at you and smiled.
“Does that mean I can have a baby brother or sister?” He asked, nodding vigorously.
You and Xiaojun exchanged looks again, smiling at each other silently. Finally, you pulled Dongjun into a tight hug.
“Of course, honey. One day, I hope that you'll have lots of siblings.” You whispered softly.
“Mmm. I'd like that.” Dongjun murmured, snuggling closer to you. "I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy."
You squeezed him tightly. “I love you, sweetie. So much.”
Dongjun eventually fell asleep in your arms. You glanced over at Xiaojun who was sitting next to you on the couch, playing with Dongjun's hair idly.
“Xiaojun?” You called out softly.
“Hmm?” He responded, continuing to play with Dongjun's hair.
“I've always wanted to tell you this.” You admitted, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I love you.”
His eyes widened at the sudden confession. A few seconds passed before he spoke.
“I love you too.” He whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against your lips.
Your heart fluttered at the sensation of his warm lips on yours. You felt yourself become flush as you pressed against him.
The moment was broken when Dongjun yawned, causing you to let go of Xiaojun's hands. You watched as he gathered his sleeping son into his arms. The two of them quietly made their way upstairs, leaving you alone downstairs.
Your cheeks were flushed red and your mind was filled with images of Xiaojun making passionate love to you on the sofa. Even though it was completely innocent, you found yourself feeling extremely aroused. You wondered if Xiaojun was feeling the same way.
After tucking in Dongjun, Xiaojun returned to the living room. He sat down beside you and looked at you lovingly. “I love you, Y/N. I want no one but you.”
“Who would have imagine one drunken night would lead to us being together again.” You sighed.
“That night changed everything for us.” Xiaojun agreed. “Our lives haven't been the same ever since.”
“I know.” You sighed, leaning against Xiaojun's chest. “If it weren't for that night, I wouldn't have had Dongjun or met you again.”
Xiaojun nuzzled his nose against your forehead. “Neither of us could have predicted how fate would bring us back together. And I am so grateful that it did.”
Your hands caressed his cheek. “I don't regret a single second we spent apart. I think our time apart made us realize how much we needed each other. Without you, Dongjun would never have existed.”
Xiaojun cupped your face in his hands and leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips.
“Let's enjoy every minute we have together, okay?” He suggested.
You melted into his touch. Every kiss, every touch felt so right. For the first time in your life, you truly felt like everything was coming together perfectly.
"Yes, Xiaojun." You agreed, nipping his bottom lip playfully. "Should we give our little one a sibling?“
He grinned. “Definitely.”
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“Have fun and don’t come back pregnant!” Renjun called out, Johnny laughing next to him.
“Dongjun, be good for the uncles!” Xiaojun called out, Dongjun excitedly chasing Mark.
“Yay! Sleepover with Uncles Renjun, Mark and Johnny!!” Dongjun shouted happily, throwing his arms in the air.
Renjun grabbed hold of him, swinging him around in a circle. “Yeah! We’re gonna have so much fun!”
You and Xiaojun exchanged hugs with Dongjun before getting into the car and driving back home. Both you and Xiaojun thought it would be good idea to have the guys take your son for the weekend so that you both can spend some time together alone.
Xiaojun held your hand as he was driving. His thumb gently stroked your fingers, sending goosebumps across your skin. Your mind drifted to thoughts of what would happen later tonight.
The only time you had sex with Xiaojun was that one drunken night all those years ago. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you’ve slept in the same bed but you’ve never touched each other intimately. You didn’t want Dongjun to catch the two of you if you were being sexual in any way shape or form.
But tonight was different.
Tonight you planned to surrender yourself to Xiaojun completely. This time you wanted to remember everything that happened and now that you’re together, it would be easy for you to recall all of the feelings and sensations.
As soon as you walked into your apartment, Xiaojun pulled you close and kissed you passionately. You groaned at the taste of his mouth on yours. His strong arms enveloped your waist, holding you firmly against his body. You slid your hands up his muscular arms and ran them through his hair. You savored the sensation of his scalp under your fingertips. His dark locks glistened with drops of sweat as he released his lips from yours and looked deep into your eyes.
“Do you want me?” He asked breathlessly.
“Always.” You breathed, closing the gap between your lips once again.
Xiaojun growled deeply as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. He moaned as your tongue met his and instinctively he slipped his hand under your shirt. You gasped as he traced the edge of your bra, your nipples hardening instantly.
"I need you. Right now." He breathed heavily.
Your breathing matched his pace. You peeled off your shirt and unhooked your bra, allowing it to slide off your shoulders and drop to the floor. Xiaojun smiled widely as he looked down at your naked breasts.
"God, I forgot how great they looked." He remarked, licking his lips hungrily.
He reached down and took your hands, pulling you closer to him. You stood before him, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. Suddenly, his mouth was on your left breast, sucking strongly on the nipple. Your hands immediately clutched his head, encouraging him to continue. You couldn’t help but moan loudly.
"You know..." He murmured between licks and kisses. "I've always wanted a repeat of that night. To feel your naked skin against mine... to kiss your body... to feel you come for me."
"Me too..." You gasped. "At least this time we're sober."
He laughed as he brought his lips back to your right breast, sucking and nibbling lightly. Your hands continued to run through his hair. You closed your eyes as his warm breath tickled your skin. When his hand finally reached your shorts, you grabbed his hand only to help him pull your pants off. Xiaojun slid his fingers underneath your panties and into your wet folds. You trembled as he played with your clit.
"God, you're so fucking wet." He muttered, chuckling. "And so ready for me."
He pulled away momentarily, to pull his shirt off. He slipped his fingers inside of you as you undid his belt buckle and zipper. Soon enough, his cock was freed from his pants and you wrapped it with your hand. As soon as you started stroking him, his hips bucked upwards.
"Fuck!" He grunted, removing his fingers from you and sliding your underwear down your legs and throwing them to the side.
His eyes met yours as he bent his head down and captured your mouth in a kiss. You moaned as his tongue found its way inside your mouth. You were still stroking his length as he pushed you towards the sofa.
You sat down, running your hand over his muscular chest. You looked at him with lust filled eyes. "Xiaojun..."
"Yeah baby?" He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.
"Can I... suck you off?" You requested, leaning forwards.
"Oh god." He breathed. "Are you sure?"
You nodded your head.
"Y/N..." He groaned as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.
You hummed as you sucked, using your tongue to flick it quickly across the tip of his shaft. Xiaojun slowly stroked your hair as he watched you work his cock with your mouth. His own eyes were half-closed as he basked in the pleasure.
You took more of him into your mouth, moving your head up and down slowly. You could hear him moaning in pleasure as you moved your mouth faster and faster. He gripped the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place. You could feel his member throbbing as you took him deeper and deeper.
You began to increase your speed, taking more of him into your mouth at a rapid pace. Xiaojun grunted as he reached his limit, jerking his hips violently. You kept going until he was completely spent, spurting his hot cum onto your tongue.
You swallowed his seed greedily, wanting to taste every last drop of it. After cleaning his cock with your tongue, you withdrew your lips from his member and rested your head on his thigh. You turned your head to look at him, a small smile gracing your lips.
"Good job, baby." He praised, running his hands through your hair. "You're amazing. But I'm not done yet."
He kneeled in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your head and leaned in to kiss you passionately. Your tongues tangled in a heated embrace as you moaned into each other’s mouths. Xiaojun began to stroke your inner thighs, eliciting a loud gasp from you.
"Xiaojun...please...inside me..." You whimpered, unable to hide your desire.
"Not yet." He whispered huskily. "You've been so good for me already. I don't want to stop just yet."
Xiaojun knelt in front of you, kneeling on the floor. He pulled your legs apart, admiring the view. Your pussy was swollen and wet, calling out to him. He bent down and kissed your inner thigh softly, his breath tickling your skin. You shivered uncontrollably. Xiaojun raised his eyes to meet yours.
"Open your legs wider." He commanded, gently pushing your knees further apart.
"Mmm..." You moaned. "Yes, Xiaojun..."
You were lost in ecstasy as he placed soft kisses on your inner thighs, one by one. You could feel his fingers spreading your moist lips apart, exposing your swollen pink flesh to his gaze. He lowered his head to lick your slit delicately. You could feel your juices beginning to drip down your thighs. Xiaojun lifted his head to stare at your flushed cheeks, grinning widely.
"Your body is perfect." He remarked, tracing the outline of your lips with his index finger.
With one swift motion, he plunged his finger inside of you, making you cry out. He moved his hand slowly, circling your g-spot while also stimulating your clitoris with his thumb. The combination of pleasure overwhelmed you and soon you were clawing at the sofa cushion in an attempt to grab onto something.
"Xiaojun, please...oh my god!" You cried, unable to contain yourself.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked softly, trailing his tongue along your inner thigh.
You nodded vigorously, unable to find words.
"Say it, baby." He urged.
"Please... fuck me." You begged, panting heavily.
Xiaojun got up off the ground and looked at you. You had the cutest blush on your face as you gazed up at him. He cupped your cheek, smiling brightly at you. "Come here."
He walked towards the bedroom, dragging you behind him. Once he got there, he sat on the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you on top of him.
"Y/N, I love you." He said, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "No matter what happens, no matter where we go, no matter what our life has become... I will always love you. Please believe that."
He looked deep into your eyes, watching as tears began to stream down your face. "I love you too." You choked, tears falling freely.
His eyes softened and he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. "Let's get married. Let's give Dongjun brothers and sisters to play with."
You closed the gap between you and planted a tender kiss on his lips. You felt his erection growing beneath you and slowly maneuvered yourself to sit atop him. His fingers wrapped around your waist as you settled yourself comfortably on top of him. Xiaojun caressed your face with his hands.
"I can't wait to make you my wife." He whispered, looking into your eyes.
He slid one of his hands down to grip your ass, lifting you slightly. You sighed as he pressed himself against you. The tip of his cock nudged against your opening, getting you excited once again. Xiaojun groaned, pressing forward slightly. You threw your head back and forth as you felt his member slip inside of you. Xiaojun leaned down and pulled your lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently on it. You moaned as you felt the fullness inside of you.
"God... Xiaojun, that feels so good." You panted.
He lowered you down and continued to thrust upwards, hitting that sweet spot every single time. His hands held tightly onto your butt as he pulled you harder and harder onto him. Your cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room.
"Oh shit... Y/N... baby, I'm gonna-" He started, but you cut him off with a kiss.
"Xiaojun...not yet..." You mumbled against his lips. "I don't want it to end just yet."
Xiaojun chuckled softly and kissed you deeply. You ran your hands through his hair as you pressed against him. He continued to thrust rhythmically into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly and you moaned loudly.
"Cum for me, baby." Xiaojun ordered.
You dug your nails into his back as he picked up his pace. Xiaojun knew exactly when to slow down or intensify his movements. Every time he touched you in the most intimate of places, it sent chills all throughout your body. Your hands clenched the sheets beneath you, nails scratching against the material. You bit your lip hard as Xiaojun fucked you harder than ever before.
"Baby, I'm gonna..." Xiaojun warned. "Fucking... shoot my load inside of you."
"Fuck, Xiaojun...please!" You cried, grasping at his back. "Cum in me!"
"Ahhh fuck... Y/N!" Xiaojun cried out, losing control. He pulled your hips back to meet his strokes, burying his entire shaft inside of you. You screamed out in pure ecstasy as he filled you with his cum. His cock pulsated inside of you as he came, coating your insides with his warm fluids. Xiaojun fell limply onto the bed beside you, both of you panting heavily. You rolled over to face him, gasping for air. He grinned at you as you traced your fingertips along his jawline.
"That was incredible." You declared, giving him a passionate kiss.
Xiaojun pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your body. You snuggled close to him as you let out a content sigh.
"So what do you say?" Xiaojun whispered into your ear. "Would you like to be my wife?"
"Yes." You whispered back, giggling. "Of course. I want no one but you and Dongjun. Only us. Always."
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Broooo your last Drabble was so good
If you don’t mind can I request a part 2 🥲
fin de siècle – cl16
genre: drabble, angst
auds here... a part 2 to this as multiple requests came through for it! listened to a lot of mid-air by paul buchanan for this one. hope u enjoy! :)
“Sorry. It’s bad luck for you to see the bride on her wedding day.”
Charles nods once, lips pursed in poorly hidden disappointment, flexing his fingers in the pockets of his slacks. The huge door to your room closes with a click that’s as soft as it is damning, leaving him alone in the hallway of this obsolete Sicilian property you’re getting married in later tonight. Outside, the Ionian sea crashes softly against the cliffs near the gardens, sun unrelenting and humid on the staff setting up outside. 
Maybe your friend doesn’t know this, but she should: Charles has always been afflicted with bad luck.
If being stuck with a slow car and slippery roads during vital races isn’t proof enough, Charles has much more to share. A stubbed toe occurs thrice a week, a hit head twice. He’s half-sure he should sue the universe for damages. He constantly runs into black cats, has looked up to find he’s underneath a ladder multiple times, and accidentally opened five umbrellas indoors. Call him superstitious, but to him, that’s quintessential bad luck.
His dress shoes click against the tile. He gazes down at them, remembers he needs to change them out for the ceremony later. He’s busy comparing the black of his shoes to the color of the tile, the contrast between light and dark. He hears slurried, anxious Italian and looks up. He’s under a ladder.
“Che sfortuna,” the staffer says apologetically, fixing the lights. Charles waves him off. He’s used to this.
Often, though, he remembers that being so riddled with bad luck means his moments of fortune are rare. Precious, like the gemstone on your finger. They’re individual, plucked out like shrines, orbs of love and overflowing happiness. Wins, successes, health. He pauses in front of the lobby, where there’s an assortment of hors d’oeuvres tables and signs pointing to the massive library where the main event will be held.
The main event for Charles has always been you. And he’s positive he was at his luckiest when you met.
You’d met at a race in Monza, back when Charles was just getting started in Formula 1. You’d never touched a mic, or conversed with a driver; both of you were getting used to growing up. Your clumsy French matched his clumsy English until you were both barely clumsy, sliding in and out of the two languages with natural skill.
Charles said he loved you just six months later. Distressed and a bit psyched out, it’d taken you a month to ease back into it and admit you loved him, too.
A year marked moving into Monaco, and infiltrating each others’ friend groups. You’d play poker with Max and Pierre, and Charles would play trivia nights with your friends, despite not understanding some of the references. (He confidently answered Lionel Messi when prompted: who discovered Facebook. He refuses to elaborate, to this day.)
There may have been fights and squabbles, but Charles always circled back to loving you. He stares now at the library from afar, still being tidied and rearranged. He debates entering, but figures he’ll surprise himself. He’s never doubted your insane organizational planning skills, and is sure this event is no exception.
He turns to explore the gardens and bumps into Will Buxton, of all people. “Charles?” Sharl, it sounds like, in the guy’s signature English cadence. 
Will continues. “What’re you doing here? And roaming around? You should be”—he pushes him toward the rooms area—“resting. Nobody’s allowed around here, let alone you.”
“Needed to talk to her,” Charles explains, his voice low and rough with unuse.
The elder laughs. He’s holding a big pile of organza, no doubt a decoration for somewhere or other. “I’ll bet my spleen you weren’t allowed to. That’s bad luck.”
He throws his hands up in defeat and walks outside, opting to take the long route. This way he’ll have scenery before retreating to his room. It’s quiet, but he suspects much of the bustle is inside each room, where everybody’s getting dressed and preparing.
He’s glad is isn’t overcast, is all—that’s the one thing you emphasized you would hate today.
Sometime in your third year of being together, you and Charles finally talked marriage, together drafting a list of yes-and-no’s. He remembers the night as clearly as he can, like he’s just staring passively at the back of his hand. You’d been fixing the apartment, because according to you, the sofas needed to be rearranged. 
Once they were, you claimed it didn’t match the coffee table. So the coffee table was moved to the balcony, the balcony table moved inside. Then a problem with the wall art, then the TV, then the curtains, then the decorations on your dining table. Spent and sweaty, you collapsed on the rearranged couch.
Equally tired from heeding your orders, he’d cranked the window open and flopped down beside you. Monaco was descending into a deep blue, after dusk had turned the room orange, set it on fire. You’d leaned into him. “I love it, but I think we just need a place together.”
That’d birthed the conversation of marriage. Neither of you were opposed to it. On a supermarket receipt and old prescription notice, you’d both jotted down what you wanted out of your wedding. He’d put: need a nice, tiered cake, with flowers on it. You’d put: bouquet of just lilies, baby’s breath, and two sprigs of basil, so it’d smell good when you pressed your nose to it. 
He’d put: no bachelor/ette parties. You laughed out loud and nodded. It’d be a trivia night for all your friends, you decided together. You’d put, then: ceremony in a library. “The one thing I’ve always wanted,” you swooned. 
He’d give it to you, he told himself then. He would. One of your big no-no’s was a rainy wedding day, which meant your previous dream location (somewhere in coastal England) was immediately out. You mulled over Greece, maybe even within Monaco, or France.
“We have time to decide,” he said. “Haven’t even proposed.”
“I expect the precious gemstone on my finger next year,” you said. “And no big proposals, please.”
“Oh, God. Must cancel the London Orchestra, Queen’s guards, and Coldplay’s special appearance as early as now, then?” You rolled your eyes, laughing before you kissed him. The list-making and subsequent reviewing had taken so long, your kiss was illuminated only by the full moon.
“Any other misgivings?” He’d chuckled, a kiss pressed to your jaw.
“We need to stay all night,” you croaked. “Leaving early is bad luck.”
Charles is by no means religious, nor is he superstitious, but he well and truly thinks luck and God might have been on his side when it came to being yours. 
He hasn’t seen you yet tonight, stationed beside Carlos and narrowing his eyes to predict when the big doors will open and let you through. Right then, the violin beats to life and everyone around him turns, faces blotched with tears and frozen with awe. Like always, you’re beautiful. Charles doesn’t need to see you in a veil and dress to realize this.
Your hair is pinned into a loose bun, your bouquet of lilies and basil green and lush. The big windows tint you a rosy orange in the Ionian sunset. You walk gracefully, slowly, swaying to the violin music. Your dress, like many of the ones you’d dreamed of then, is satin and simple. A high neckline, ending above your heels that click on the tile. You’re a brilliant force of nature, he thinks. 
You gaze up, smiling. Forget Sicily. You’re the prettiest here.  
Charles looks down, to remember if he’s changed his shoes, to remember the contrast of the tile. He needs to channel his emotions somewhere. Maybe if he looks down, gravity will just let his tears of overwhelm fall silently. His gaze is rooted to the floor, to occupy himself so he doesn’t feel his heart rip out of his chest when you pass him by. 
He takes a seat, with Carlos, watching you laugh and tear up yourself, your gaze stuck on your groom. The officiant announces the exchange of vows, and Charles can’t help but let his mind wander all over again, plant itself into memories long gone���like the day you’d mocked up your supposed wedding vows.
You had let him read yours, which willed him into a steadfast spot of never letting you read his, ever. He’d folded up the yellow pad paper he’d written it on and stashed it somewhere secret. It was the first thing he sought out when he sold the apartment after he cheated on you.
Later, at the reception, he loses his appetite but maintains a generally cheerful demeanor despite himself.
The small talk is stuffy, and Carlos is off dancing with Isa, so he’s alone. Halfway through a glass of Scotch, he turns and is met by your hand almost tapping his shoulder.
“Oh, my G—sorry!” He says profusely, downing the rest of it.
“All good,” you say with a laugh. “Lissie told me you wanted to talk earlier?”
“Oh, that,” he quips with faux nonchalance. Suddenly his whole plan, to give you a letter that had some of his old vows written into it, seems like a stupid, immature idea. “Well, I… was just going to wish you a great day. Considering everything, I’m just glad to be invited.”
“Don’t say that,” you insist softly. “Everything’s okay between us.”
“Yeah,” he says. It’s more of an attempt to convince himself than you. “Yeah.”
“Well, have fun. I hear the dessert bar is amazing.”
He watches you walk away again, and takes a tiramisu from the dessert bar.
Three bites later, retrieves his jacket from the coat check room, and ducks quietly out of the party when the third slow song of the night just starts to play, illuminated only by the full moon.
Being here To be able to I’ve been As nervous as 
If I told you and everyone here that I wasn’t poetic, I’d be lying. (People will laugh at this, honey.) Because although I’m not a wordsmith, in both my native tongues let alone my English, I seem to always find the best things to say about you and about our love. A dream that’s rivaled those of racing is my dream of growing old with you, and this is finally it. It’s finally happening. I wouldn’t trade anything for it.
Vows are about promises. I only have one. I promise to love you forever. Whatever it takes to keep it, I will. If it means letting you sleep in, I’m up by 5. If it means losing a race, consider the car unfinished. (Will Mattia like this joke?) If it means paving a walkway or building a library, I have the tools I need. It might get difficult, but in these moments of hardship, I promise everyday to make it easy for the both of us. 
(I think these vows are just me raving about you, bug…)
Call it luck, call it fate. I’ll call it my moves. (Yet another great joke babe!) How could I ever have gotten a woman so beautiful, so unlike any other? The idea that we are so small compared to the universe makes no sense to me, because the fact that you and I are both here, existing, now, is proof enough that the cosmos granted my wishes.
I love you— 
Even in my moments of bad luck,
Even when you’re giving me the cold shoulder,
Even when we’re 3,000 miles apart, and
Even if one day, you might no longer be mine.
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