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=͟͟͞͞✧ Oliver is a popular frat boy, the complete opposite of your reserved and shy personality. You've been working together on a joint project in your psychology major for three months, but everything changes when he invites you to his birthday party. It's time for you to know what it's like to have his stubble grazing against your inner thighs…

⋆𐙚 ─ university au, porn with plot, smut, chubby!reader, plus-size!reader, shy!reader, fratboy!oliver, whipped!oliver, work together for a school project, party, body images issues, insecurities, reassurance, mutual pining, pet names (baby), kissing, neck kisses, dirty talking, praising, fingers sucking, foreplay, oral sex, vaginal sex, clit rubbing, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, rough sex, sex on piano, floor sex, standing sex, cowgirl, minors dni.

“Sup,” a deep voice that always warmed your lower abdomen made you look up from your book.

Oliver Aiku.

Six feet three, massive muscles, and a model face. The sexiest man in the entire university, the type of man every girl wanted in her bed but couldn't keep until marriage. He was a known womanizer; you'd dubbed him ‘the promiscuous boy’ in your mind; he was the forbidden fruit. Handsome to look at but he'd wreak havoc in your life if you touched him.

He walked into the private study room, removing one earbud from his white wired headphones. His unzipped hoodie and his blue and white NFL jersey was loose-fitting, as were his dark baggy jorts; his gray Adidas Samba sneakers gave the illusion of more height because of his high white socks. He'd just come out of the shower, and his dark purple hair was slightly wavy from the humidity, the green tips curly. He slumped into the chair in front of you with a heavy breath, indicating he was probably tired from his soccer training.

“Hey,” you greeted him, your voice soft and shy.

Oliver and you were friends - if we ignored the way you had butterflies in your belly every time his groggy voice answered your Instagram messages in the morning -, ever since you were working on a joint project in your behaviorism class. You had the same major, psychology, and the chemistry between you was perfect, his smirk always making your insides bubble up and his intelligence astounding you every Wednesday when you saw each other for your sessions. You had been seeing each other every week for 3 months and your connexion was slowly deepening.

You weren't at all the type of girl he usually hung out with. You were reserved, focused on your studies, and your body was hidden by your shapeless clothes, a far cry from the girls dressed in miniskirts typical of the house parties he always attended. But Oliver didn't really care about popularity.

He found the way you smiled shyly every time he complimented you adorable. He was addicted to your voice and would purposely make mistakes in his notes just so you'd explain them again and he'd stare your lips move. He was whipped, and he wasn't ashamed. The girl in study room 203 was his little haven, his little crush, untainted by the superficiality of the popular people he was used to.

He took his things out of his backpack, opening his laptop. The light from his laptop illuminated his face in the shadow of the hood still on his head. As usual, when you saw his face, you held your breath. That was truly the effect Oliver had on women: breathtaking. His sharp, masculine features had a kind of sensuality, his stubble sending tingles down your spine, wanting to know what it was like to feel his coarse hairs against the skin of your thighs. His ears had a multitude of piercings and a mini hoop earring on his lobes, and on his lips, there were two piercings, one at each corner of his mouth. The silver metal highlighted his heterochromic eyes, the green left eye and the purple right eye. When he looked at you, you never knew which beautiful eye to focus on, his irises hypnotizing.

“How was your weekend?” he asked, his naturally sensual voice making it difficult not to cross your legs, to stop the pulse between your legs.

“I studied, and you?”

His lips quirked up, he glanced at you, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Yeah, I kind of thought you would say that. You’re a total nerd.”

“You're as brilliant at psychology as I am, Oliver.”

His heart fluttered in his chest at your compliment, a small smile on his face. It was the truth, even when he was making his schemes to get you to sit next to him so he could look more closely at your lips when you spoke, he was still the most intelligent man you had ever met in your life. His remarks in class were always excellent and he had astonishing and impressive thought patterns, his brain working like a computer, managing to make brilliant conclusions, without necessarily needing to recite his notes.

“You shouldn’t compliment a man like me too much. Only God knows what I would understand from our exchanges.”

“What do you mean?” you tilted your head, your naivety made him laugh inside.

“I’m saying it makes me hard when you compliment me like that.”

Blood rushed into your cheeks, making the tip of your ears hot.

“Um… Well…”

He watched you search for words in your embarrassment with a sly smile. He took malicious pleasure in teasing you and saying obscene things just to see your shifty eyes or your fidgeting hands. He opened the Google Doc you shared for your work together, nonchalantly as if he wasn’t making your heart race.

“I watched a documentary on our topic and took notes,” you tried to change the subject, but Oliver still kept a smirk on his face as he took the notebook you handed him.

Your work topic was on Observational Learning and Albert Bandura's theory of social learning. This theory is a psychological concept that offered valuable insight into how individuals acquire new behaviors and adapt their actions based on the observation of others. The documentary focused on Albert Bandura's test, in which a woman hit an inflatable clown in front of a child. The child was then placed in the room with toys and then taken away, leaving him alone with the inflatable clown. The test showed that the other children who had not seen the woman hit the object had not been violent once left alone with it, compared to the one who had seen the violence and reproduced it, confirming the idea of obverserational learning in children.

Oliver’s smirk faded as his eyes wandered on your notebook, a growing admiration in his eyes.

“It's very precise and detailed. You're truly my favorite nerd, this will really help us with the mini-project.”

His praise made you feel all fuzzy inside, and you weren't deaf to the longing tone he'd used. Did Oliver like you as much as you liked him? That couldn't be the case. Oliver came from a different world than you. He was handsome, rich, and popular; the only thing you shared was having a shadow.

“I thought we could also talk about autistic children in our project,” you said, staring at your laptop, avoiding meeting his gaze that made you melt. “They’re the ones who come to mind when we talk about people who copy others by observation. They don't have social clues and need to observe the worlds around them to be able to act appropriately in different contexts. However, learning by observation can be more difficult for them. We should talk about them and the methods adults use to teach behaviors to autistic children.”

“Good point,” he inclined his head in approval. “However, one of the criteria for it to work, according to Albert Bandura, is attention. It's already difficult for autistic children, and I'll let you imagine for children with comorbidities like ADHD. But I believe there are techniques like discrete trial training to help autistic children develop new skills.”

You spend the hour searching for articles to add details to your joint project on the subject of autism. As you worked, Oliver’s eyes lingered on you, your lips, your chest hidden under your loose-fitting sweatshirt, your face. He thought it was a crime for a girl as pretty as you to hide behind her clothes; for him, you should grace everyone's eyes with your beauty. Or keep it a secret, because there will be more for him. Because yeah, you didn't know, but he was planning on having you in his bed one day. And even for more than one night if it went well.

“Wait.”

He gently grabbed your arm before you left the study room, the touch of his skin on yours sending an electric feeling sparks across your skin. You blinked, your eyelashes fluttering as you cocked your head to one side, and the sight made his dick twitch. You were so pretty, so his type.

“I want to get my favorite homebody out of her dorm,” Oliver's hand moved down to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. Your breath caught in your chest, paralyzed and unable to remove your hand from his. Tall, he towered over you, but lowered his head to be a few inches from your head, his gaze lingering.

“Get out of my dorm?” you whispered.

“It's my birthday on Saturday, I'm having a party at my uncle's house. I want you to come.”

The most popular guy on campus invited you to a party for his birthday? Internally, you were kicking your legs on your bed, screaming in your pillow, but physically, a gentle look passed acrosss your face.

“I’ve never been to a college party.”

“Never, like never?”

His grip on your hand tightened. You shook your head. His eyes bored into yours, an affection barely concealed in it.

“I'll stay with you if you're anxious.”

“I don’t want to ruin your birthday…”

“My birthday is even better if you honor me with your visit.”

Oliver had a way with words that was horribly effective on you, warmth pooling in your belly. You had to pull yourself together; Oliver was the promiscuous boy, the forbidden fruit. You remove your hand from his, your arm returning to the level of your hips.

“I'm going to see if a friend can-”

“I'm the one coming with you. Think of it as a date.”

A nervous laugh escaped your mouth before you could stop it.

“A-A date?”

“Yeah. With the kiss at the end when I walk you to your dorm like a gentleman, have you ever done that?” he leaned his back against the door frame, crossing his arms on his chest, a smug look on his handsome face.

Your stomach was all light and bubbly, as your heart raced again. A kiss? By THE Oliver Aiku? You tightened the strap of your bag and walked out the door, pushing past him, too nervous to think of anything to say. Oliver was stunned, unaccustomed to such rejection, but he turned around and caught up with your quick steps.

“I’m serious,” he insisted, walking beside you, his body brushing against yours. “I’ve had a crush on you since forever. You’ve only known me since we started working together, but I’ve noticed you since the beginning of the year, during my first child psychology class.”

You walked faster, your heart pounding in your chest and threatening to burst out of your ribcage. 

“Please,” he knelt in the university library, the people at the computers looking at you curiously. Oliver didn’t care, he had a mission. “I waited all year to have a reason to invite you,” he brought his hands together in prayer, imploring you with his eyes as he was at your feet.

He was so pathetic, so whipped, the sight of him made you feel powerful, important, and for a few seconds you forgot the different financial means and social statuses that differentiated you.

“Is that real, or do you just want extra help with your studies?”

Your voice was almost a whisper, vulnerable and low. Your ex-boyfriend had pulled this trick on you, making you believe he was in love with you, only to end up making fun of your friends for how your body jiggled during sex and taking advantage of your class notes.

“I don’t give a damn about my GPA. I only come to the sessions because it’s you.”

The honesty in his voice and the desire in his eyes eased your fears. You looked away.

“Stand up, this is embarrassing.”

“Only if you specifically said, ‘Yes, Oliver, I’ll come to your birthday.’ And with conviction.”

You rolled your eyes, but your face softened.

“Yes, Oliver, I’ll come to your birthday.”

“I said with conviction.”

The library director approached us, telling us that prayers were forbidden here.

“I can’t even show my devotion to my goddess, it’s a scandal,” Oliver grumbled as he stood up, and your shoulders shook as you let out a quiet laugh. There was something surreal about hearing Oliver call you his goddess, but your gut told you that you could trust him, and that it wasn't a prank or something malicious.

“So…”

“10 p.m. Saturday at the university parking lot.”

It was like he had planned it all or waited months to say it, and it was true. He had to wait painfully all year until June to finally act on his crush, because he knew you weren't the party type so his usual pick-up techniques weren't going to work with you. It was a godsend that you were together for the school project.

You nodded and waved goodbye to him, leaving the library with a small smile on your face. Once you reached your dorm, you dove into bed and screamed into your pillow. Your crush was mutual!

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Saturday arrived quickly, and you found yourself walking between the cars in the parking lot to find Oliver’s. Your stomach in knots, you held your tiny purse in your hand. You were wearing a long, loose-fitting dress that didn't hug your body, and heels. Oliver saw you coming from a distance and didn't comment on your outfit. He was going to end up seeing you naked sooner or later. He noticed you were wearing makeup, the highlighter glowing on your skin under the artificial lights of the parking lot.

“So pretty, gorgeous even,” he muttered under his breath, the desire in his voice barely contained. He opened the passenger door for you and let you into his car. He started the car and began driving.

The drive to the party was silent. Oliver glanced at you a few times to check out the skin on your thick thighs when your dress rode up a little, or his eyes wandered to your face and admired your eyeshadow. His feet trembled against the floor of the car, his nervousness palpable. This was the first time he'd been nervous around a girl; usually, he chased his prey with confidence. But you were more reserved, a real challenge. Oliver always loved a challenge, so he wasn't going to back down from difficulty. He was going to have you, he was sure of it. He had to. He needed to, it was visceral.

“Do you drink alcohol?” he asked, as you got out of the car and walked toward the big house, the music already wafting into the neighborhood.

“No.”

His lips curved into a smirk. “Thought so.” You really were his favorite nerdy homebody.

He opened the door for you and you rushed into the party, immediately enveloped by the ambient heat and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. The house was crowded, filled with students from your university, most of them smoking or drinking standing up, and people were dancing in the middle to the rhythmic and energetic music of Sexyy Red.

He took your hand in his to lead you into the kitchen to get you something to drink. His hand was rough and calloused against yours. You'd been too stressed during the session to focus on the texture of his hand last time, but now it was overwhelming. Everything about him was rough and masculine, his hard, muscular body contrasting with your softness and plushness. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel his naked body against you in a more intimate setting, but you pushed the thought away, a heat simmering in the pit of your stomach.

Lots of people stopped to give Oliver a handshake, giving you curious glances because you weren't the type of girl Oliver usually hung out with. Once in the kitchen, Oliver brought out some sodas for you to choose from.

“Happy birthday,” you breathed as you brought your glass to your lips.

His eyes lit up.

“Thanks, I hope you have a present for me tonight.”

Why did everything he said have a sexual undertone? You struggled to find your words and he gazed at you with eyes that glowed with a playful and mischievous glint, knowing full well what he was doing.

The music blasted loudly from the party's big speakers, and it was too loud for you. You liked quiet places where you could work on your psychology classes, and you weren't very sociable, so you watched people dancing and laughing together in front of you with an awkward expression, feeling out of place. He noticed your fidgeting hands, his heart aching for you.

"Do you want to go somewhere a little quieter?" Oliver asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.

You didn't know this soft side of Oliver; he was more of a laid-back, flirtatious guy, so it intimidated you a little.

"Yes, please," you uttered in a small voice, your head giving him a shy nod.

He laced your fingers with his again to lead you into a quieter room. You climbed the stairs together, arriving at the floor where people were kissing and grinding against the walls. Heat rose to your cheeks as you passed the lovers, but Oliver was indifferent to the scene. He opened the door to an empty bedroom where the television was on. You sat on the bed, finally reassured in a safe place and away from the deafening music.

"Isn't this Pretty Woman?" you asked, watching television and recognizing Julia Roberts and Richard Gere.

"Yeah," he closed the door and sat down next to you, his back against the headboard. "Do you want to watch the movie? It looks like it's just getting started." You inclined your head in acceptance, getting comfortable under the covers, your shoulders touching.

The movie was a love story between a wealthy man, Edward, and a prostitute, Vivian. Their encounter completely changed the prostitute's life, propelling her into a world of luxury and affection from the man. It was a classic romantic film.

Oliver and you watched the movie together, laughing at certain moments, the atmosphere light and comfortable between you. When they kissed on the screen, your body temperature rose, and you turned to Oliver but realized he was already staring at you, his lips parted. You focused back on the television, flustered.

“I know how to play the piano,” Oliver declared casually during a scene in the movie where the man played the piano, and then they made love on it.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Why are you looking at me like that? A frat boy like me can't play the piano?”

“I admit I’m judging you a little.”

“You’re allowed, baby. Only you can.”

His ‘baby’ made you feel hot all over, and you cleared your throat, trying to sound normal and not flustered.

“Follow me,” Oliver got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. You followed his steps and saw him take out keys from his pocket and unlock a room that no one had access to before. It was a mini library with a dark brown wooden piano in the middle. Oliver locked the door behind you and sat down on the small stool in front of the piano and nodded at you to come closer. You complied, placing your hand on the piano to observe him.

His hands ran over the piano keys, a soft melody emerging from the instrument and filling the room with its high notes and low notes. Oliver was focused on his task, a deep crease between his brows as his eyes remained fixed on the instrument. The music was harmonious and dramatic, charged with emotion. He did it without sheet music, knowing it by heart; it was impressive to watch; you found him beautiful during it.

“What is it?”

“Romantic Homicide by D4VD. It’s a sad love song.”

“I didn’t know you had a emotional side like that.”

“There are many sides of me you don’t know, and I’d be very happy to show them to you one day.”

He turned to you, his eyes half-lidded and his voice sultry, and your fist clenched on the piano. One moment he was cute, the next he was a playboy, Oliver was multifaceted, and you desperately wanted to discover what parts of him he was hiding from the world. Watching him play the piano for you made you feel special and important, because it was something that probably few people knew about him.

“Talking about sides we don’t know, I have a personal question to ask you.”

“What is it?” you asked, your stomach knotting in anticipation.

He pressed his lips into thin line, softening his voice for you.

“You’re so beautiful so why are you hiding yourself everyday with clothes that don’t fit you? They are three times your size.”

You held your breath. The question brought out painful emotions that you had spent time burying inside. Navigating the world as a plus-size woman was difficult; people preached self-love and confidence, forgetting that it was human to be affected by people's criticism. How do you learn to accept and love yourself when the world shows time and time again that your body disgusts others, that your body type is some women's greatest fear? That some would rather starve than look like you? That your body doesn't deserve to be in popular clothing stores and you have to find clothes in your size in other brands, often fast fashion, despite your values? You didn't consider yourself insecure; you considered yourself a victim of society's cult of thinness. You loved yourself, to a degree, but preferred to hide your body to avoid criticism. It was already an act of self-love to protect your vulnerable body from judgmental eyes.

“It protects me. I go unnoticed, and I don’t get criticized if no one notices me,” you whispered, your voice shy and low.

Oliver’s eyes glowed with sympathy and empathy. He grabbed your waist and placed you in front of him, pressed against the piano, and rested his head on your stomach, like the scene in Pretty Woman.

“If you would let me, I’ll show you what it’s like to let someone show you your body and being cherished.”

Butterflies took flight in your belly, your hands dipping in his hair. 

“You would?”

“I would do anything you want.”

His eyes looked up at you, a possessive and dark glint in his heterochromic eyes.

“Let me show you. I would be so good to you, baby.”

His hands moved down your bare thighs to climb up under your dress, teasing the elastic of your panties. Desire and want filled his gaze as he stared at you intensely. He stood up from the small stool to kneel in front of you, pushing you against the piano so that you sat on the keys of the instrument. An incoherent melody came out of it due to your ass on the keys.

You swallowed with difficulty, the pulse between your legs betraying your desire to discover what sex with him was like. You gave him a shy nod, giving him silent permission. His mouth split into a grin as his head got lost under your dress. He pushed your panties to the side, accessing your entrance, and buried his mouth and nose deep into your wet folds.

His mouth touched the most intimate part of your body before he even kissed you, testifying to his visceral need to have you. He swiped his tongue up and up your slick folds until he reached your clit, the warm metal ball of his piercing rolling around the throbbing bud. Electricity sparked across your body as you felt his tongue piercing, the gentle pressure of it on your clit adding to the intensity.

You rocked your hips against his face, soft pants slipping out of your mouth as the edge of his tongue traced circles on your clit. He detached his lips from your core to spit onto it, and spread it with his tongue over your center, his fingers stroking your folds. The combination of his mouth sucking on your swollen clit and his two fingers thursting into you made you moan, and you placed one hand over your mouth to keep yourself from making too much noise, reminding yourself you were at a party.

“Moan, I don’t give a damn,” he muttered against you, the vibrations of his voice, lost inside you, making you clench your thighs around his face. He placed your knees on his shoulders to better eat you out, his three-day stubble sliding against the skin of your inner thighs, his coarse hair pricking your flesh.

He hummed against you, tasting you, feasting on you. The vibrations of his humming sent waves of pleasure through you, soft moans escaping your mouth as your hips were grinding against his face. His tongue was expert in your pussy, thursting deeper, exploring all of your cunt; it was the best oral sex experience you had ever had, with the combination of his fingers moving back and forth.

“You feel me, baby? It feels good, doesn’t it? Continue these pretty moans f’me.”

His lips closed around your clit, sucking greedily while his digits curled inside you, his fingers rubbing against that spongey spot in your cunt that made your legs tremble. Your toes curled as your orgasm washed over you. He stood up, wrapping his lips around his sticky fingers, sucking and swirling his tongue down to the knuckle, while staring at you with a greedy gaze. You were speechless in front of him, your breathing catching in your throat. 

He pulled down his jeans and boxers just enough to release his length, which was already leaking, his tip reddening. He spat on his dick, spreading saliva over his length, stroking himself before grabbing your thighs to wrap them around his waist. He took a condom from his pocket, ripping it with his teeth in a quick snap, and slipped it on himself.

He dragged your dress over your head, and the coldness of the room didn't affect the burning heat of your body. In your panties and bra in front of him, you felt vulnerable, the sitting position on the piano accentuating your belly rolls, and your stretch marks were visible on your stomach and hips. You looked away, but with one hand, he held your chin and brought your face back to him.

“Nah, you’re going to look at me when I take you, baby. You know how long I’ve wanted to do this? Have you strip naked in front of me? It’s even hotter than a soccer final, I swear. I want to fuck you until everyone in this house falls asleep,” he murmured, his voice dripping with want. He pushed your panties to the side again, and with his other hand, he gripped your thighs wrapped around your waist.

He brought his head close to yours until your breaths mingled, his eyes boring into yours. You saw neither disgust nor disappointment in his gaze, only a deep affection and intense craving. He lined up his length to your entrance and pressed his lips against yours, his tongue slithering into your mouth at the same time as his cock plunged into you.

The stretch were immediate, his cock veiny and girthy, he stretched you to his size, your walls molding around his veins. He let out a soft sigh into your mouth when he was overwhelmed by your tight heat. He made you feel so full that you had trouble breathing.

“Slow, fast or rough? I’m your man now, I will do anything you want.” 

His first trust were gentle, his hips moving with a slowness that drive wild and begging for more.

“Fast and rough,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, panting softly against his lips.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound rough and low. 

“Naughty girl,” he smiled against your mouth, deepening the kiss, his hand on your chin, moving to the back of your head as he picked up the speed. His hips slamming against yours, he swallowed all your moans. The effect was immediate; he angled his hips perfectly to rub his tip against your G-spot each time he bottomed out, making you moan against his lips. Your tongues danced together, sliding against each other in a messy, sloppy kiss. The wet slap of skin filled the room as he drove his dick inside you.

Accompanied by the lewd squelching of your union, the piano keys made jumbled notes due to your movements, making the act messy, domestic, and intense.

“I’m going to ruin this pussy for other men, you hear me?” he panted against you, his lips molding against yours, his mouth ravishing yours. “I’m made for this shit.”

Usually, he didn't feel anything when he kissed girls, but with you, he felt a warmth blooming in his belly, a tingling sensation, like butterflies. He wanted you so badly, and he was never going to let you go now that he had you in his arms.

His lips left your mouth to press soft kiss along your jaw and continue to your neck, trailing open-mouthed kissed on your heated skin. The brutal pace increased in intensity, his thrusts harder and harder as he thrust into you. The duality of his gentle kisses on your neck and the aggressiveness of the rolls of his hips made you shiver.

Your ass against the hard piano keys made you uncomfortable, and he noticed your expression. He pulled away from you, his erection glistening with your slickness.

He lay on the floor, on his back, and patted his thighs to make you come. You looked at him apprehensively, approaching him. He removed his t-shirt, revealing a ripped torso with muscles, abs, and a defined V-line. He was so muscular but so much thinner than your plus-size body that you hesitated to sit on him for fear of suffocating him.

“Crush me,” he commanded, his voice deep with urge.

“But what if-”

“I wanna die with this pretty body suffocating me, that’s my kink. Put all your weigh, I can take it. I’m made for you, you remember?” 

His words reassured the insecure part of you, and you removed the rest of your underwear to be completely naked. You knelt, placed your legs next to each hip, and slowly sank down his cock. You winced at the big stretch again, your ass pressed against his pelvis as you sat completely on him. He gripped your belly rolls, his hands digging into the soft, ample flesh, his fingers sinking into the generous padding. He felt your weight on him, your fat thighs on either side of his waist, and he wanted to be enveloped in your plushness until he suffocated.

“So soft,” he kneaded the fat flesh of your sides in his hands, his eyes shining with appreciation, not a hint of disgust in his gaze. You bounced up and down against him, your clit rubbing his pelvis with each movement, causing soft pants to escape your mouth. He met your movements, planting his feet against the ground as he lifted his hips to match your pace, each roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure into you.

He took you roughly, his strokes precise and deep. His mouth was half-open, his eyes dilated as he watched your body jiggling with each of his thrusts with a lazy smile on his face. It was the best sight ever, better than seeing an 0-4 in his matches. His cock twitched every time your breasts bounced in a heavy gesture, your belly rippling as you undulated your hips against him.

He let you set the pace for a moment before grabbing your love handles and starting to fuck you into oblivion, drilling into your shit as he hated your gut. His hips lifted higher, slamming against you harder and harder, chasing his orgasm as his body was covered in a trickle of sweat. His muscles tensed at each of his strokes, his abs beneath you sore from the contractions. One of his hands moved away from your side so that his thumb came to tease your clit, tracing circles.

You were a moaning mess, your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as his downward strokes were driving you wild. The pressure inside you increased more and more until it reached its maximum, an explosion in your lower abdomen as your legs spasmed and waves of electricity ran throughout your body.

“Shiiiit,” he hissed, his voice rapsy and his face screwed on pleasure as your walls were clenching around him.

The contractions in your legs were tiring you out, and you stopped gyrating your hips against him, trying to catch your breath.

“Nah, keep bouncin’ on me, baby. Feels so good,” he gripped your hips to force you to move, his dick deep in your abused cunt, your walls fluttering around him because you were hypersensitive. You were so wet, your arousal dripping down his thighs, he was in heaven in your slippery tight heat. 

He continued to rock his hips against you, his frantic pace never stopping as his labored breathing filled the room, the smell of sex and sweat enveloping your senses. Obscene noises drew from him as his grunts and shaky breaths echoed through the room. His gut twisted with arousal at the sight of you arching, your head thrown back. He looked at you with eyes filled with affection, happy that you let go, and continued to undulate his hips on his dick, your belly rolls rippling.

His hips lost their rhythm, and with one last hard and deep thrust, he uttered your name in a raspy tone as his cock twitched and emptied himself. He stood for a few seconds, taking deep breaths, his chest rising and falling.

Your panting finally subsided and your heart managed to beat at a normal rate. You relaxed, getting up from him. You got dressed in silence while Oliver watched you with a smile, sitting up, his eyes dilated.

“You know I’m never going to leave you alone after this? Givin’ me butterflies and shit, are you a witch or what?”

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. He removed the condom and tied it in a knot, standing up and putting his clothes back on. He threw the object in the trash can next to the piano, and wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you headed for the exit.

“Let’s go to my frat house, everyone’s out partying tonight. We’ll be alone and comfortable.”

“Do you still have any energy?”

“Who said anything about sex? I just want to spend time with my girlfriend outside of class, that’s all.”

The word ‘girlfriend’ made your stomach flip. You finally had ‘the promiscuous boy’, you bite the forbidden fruit. And maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

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Replacement

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𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 × 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝟏𝟖+

[cw: smut, pwp, soft dom!sylus, sub!reader, chubby!reader, light bondage, oral (f receiving), use of toys (fuck machine), praise kink, edging, multiple orgasms, implied aftercare, fluff, begging.]

Sylus's deadpan expression was a stark contrast to his current actions - the man had you sitting on his black, leather couch, your hands cuffed behind your back and your legs spread apart meanwhile he was towering over your trembling form, arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes were fixed on the fuck machines silicone cock thrusting into you, your legs trembling as you looked up at him, practically pleading with your puppy-dog eyes to finally let you come. And as always, he'd slightly shake his head 'no' and you knew better than to finish without his permission. You were already fucked-out at this point; your legs felt like jelly, your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat with your hair sticking to your forehead, the leather couch was stained with your slick juices and worst of all - Sylus wouldn't stop staring at your needy display. He had been at this little game for hours by now.

"P-please... C-can I...?" Your request was immediately denied with a tch by Sylus, his hands reaching over to further toy with your body. The featherlight touch of Sylus's fingers brushed over your hardened nipples, causing you to involuntarily jerk your body forward, desperately seeking more of his touch. At the sound of your soft whimper, the corner of his mouth twitched up into that infuriating half-smirk, you would've rolled your eyes and muttered something about him 'being unfair' if you weren't already at his mercy.

As if sensing your thinly veiled annoyance, he chuckled, the sound mocking and baritone, "Are you that desperate to come, sweetheart?" You huffed in response, averting your gaze to the side in embarrassment and irritation. Your already pink tinted cheeks turning darker. "I... I'm not 'desperate'. You-" Your words died in your throat when the fuck machine thrusted repeatedly into a particular sensitive spot. Before you could think, the intense orgasm you've been craving washed over you, your core clenched around the cock, covering it in your wet arousal, your body beautifully arched forward and a low moan left your lips. You were brought back from your climax when Sylus turned off the machine, the thrusting gradually slowing down until it left your aching hole. A feeling of emptiness was present, making you squirm in your seat and pathetically grind your swollen clit on the tip of the cock, already wanting more.

"Tch. Done so soon, sweetheart?" Sylus cooed, his tone as taunting as ever. His eyes glistened with amusement and lust as he took in the full sight of your flushed, breathless state. All you could muster up was a weak 'shut up' in response, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Sylus merely chuckled at your lackluster attempt at sounding stern, his hands left you breasts and tilted up your face with his index finger, making you look directly in his crimson eyes. "We can't have this go unpunished now, can we?" He asked in a playful manner but there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his tone.

"Ugh.... You're unbearable." You quietly mumbled to yourself, a light pout forming on your soft lips. You weren't sure if Sylus didn't hear your insult or if he simply chose to ignore it (probably the latter) but you felt a mix of excitement, arousal and dread at whatever 'punishment' he had in store for tonight.

Without another word, he moved the fuck machine to the side, the absence of the cock settled on your clit making you frown. But Sylus didn't care, instead he settled on his knees, his face inches away from your slick cunt. Your face immediately burned when he looked up at you with a smug smirk, already regretting your previous release. "S-Sylus-" You were instantly silenced by his small smack on your thigh, telling you to behave. You reluctantly complied, muttering cursed under your breath as he began trailing kisses from your inner thighs to your clit. The moment his lips came in constant with your swollen bud, a soft moan escaped your lips. Sylus simply smirked against your cunt, his warm, wet tongue working circles on your clit and licking your folds. He ran his tongue on your cunt with precise, rough motions, always slowing the speed when he feels your core clench, ready to orgasm. He kept you on the verge of insanity, always leaving you wanting more just to watch you squirm in his hands.

"Can't have you forget that this is your punishment, hm love?" He'd say in between sucking and lapping at your cunt like a starved dog. The moment his tongue entered your hole, your gummy walls tightened, begging him to go further. Even though Sylus wanted to leave you in that wanton state, he was a man too after all, and he was feeling pretty needy himself. A low groan left his lips as he moved his tongue in your hole, one hand keeping your thigh apart and the other lazily stroking and pinching your clit.

The wet, erotic sounds filled the otherwise quiet, luxurious apartment, the mix of your moans and whimpers alongside Sylus's groans bounced off the ebony walls. "... 'm gonna cum, Sy..." You moaned out, your hands clenching into fists behind your back as you fought back the urge to finish. Sylus pinched your clit in response, making you jerk your hips forward. "What did I say about asking,darling? Say it properly." He drawled, his eyes meeting yours as he waited for your response.

You swallowed thickly, your words coming out in a jumbled mess as you tried to think in your fucked-out state. "... P-please, baby... C-can I cum, p-please?..."

There it was. The words that made Sylus weak in the knees.

Instead of giving a proper answer, his head dipped back into your cunt, his nose bumping against your clit as he began stimulating you in a faster, rougher speed. It was all the confirmation you needed. Within a few seconds, the stimulation finally drove you to climax. Again. Your cunt gushed with your arousal, Sylus eagerly lapping up every single drop and cleaning you up with his tongue. You were completely boneless, you body slumped back into the leather cushions, your body slick with sweat and your eyes closed as you tried to come down from the high.

Meanwhile Sylus happily licked your worn-out cunt, giving soft kisses and trailing them back up from your inner thighs to your jaw. His kisses were sloppy and wet, leaving a trail of saliva and your own arousal as he mapped out your body with his lips. He planted several kisses and love bites on the crook of your neck, leaving reddish-purple hickeys that would last another week. He took a moment to admire his own handiwork, a surge of playful dominance and arrogance rising up within him. "Mm, you learned your lesson, didn't you?" He mumbled against the skin of your neck, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded weakly, your eyes still half-lidded and your body spent. Sylus smiled to himself and looked over at the fucked-out expression on your pretty face. He leaned in and caught your lips in a deep, slow kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, despite being exhausted, you kissed him back in a feverish eagerness which only made Sylus smirk and give him an ego boost. He slowly parted from your lips, a string of saliva leaving your mouth. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your damp skin. Sylus took a moment to admire you; the soft, supple curves you always seem to be critical of, the little smile on your lips, the sparkle of your eyes... He never loved anything - anyone, more than you.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He said in a softer tone, unlocking the handcuffs and gently massaging your wrists. He planted a kiss on the red skin, the action strangely sweet for someone who was teasing and edging you a minute or so ago. But you couldn't complain, it was little things like this that made you feel whole in this marriage. Sylus effortlessly scooped you up in his arms, holding your limp body bridal style as he took you to the spacious bathroom, settling you down on the closed toilet seat as he made sure the water temperature was just right for his beloved wife.

[A/N: my 4th fic yayayay ik that sylus calls mc kitten but that word reminds me of discord mods LMFAO so sticking w sweetheart/love/darling for now!!! tysm to anon for requesting more LADS fics! i had sm fun w this one and i might do a P2 :3]

[sunwoosbaby]

♡ 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖♡

♡ Pairings: fratboy!jaehyun x chubby!fem!reader, fratboy!johnny x chubby!fem!reader, fratboy!nct members

♡ Genre: college au/angst/fluff/smut

♡ Summary: Jaehyun has made it a habit of playing with your heart. One day he loves you, the next he hates you, with nothing in between. Growing tired of his games, you find your attention drifting somewhere else. Toward his roommate and frat brother Johnny to be exact.

♡ Word Count: 10k-ish

♡ Warnings: jaehyun's a fuckboy, nct frat is full of fuckboys actually, two couples having sex in the same room (not an orgy), unprotected sex, a lil spanking, partying, kissing, drinking, casual/meaningless sex, sexual fantasies, fingering, heartbreak, pet names (baby), mucho crying, & that's all my loves

♡ A/N: I started this fic months ago but I posted a pretty unfinished version of it because I was just not in the best space so I decided to go back and give my lil fic the love that it deserves. If you've read it before, there's new sections thrown in the mix and it now has an ending. If you've never even knew it existed then I hope you enjoy reading. I'm low key considering making this a series ✨NCT frat boy cinematic universe ✨ I've also gotta thank @anyamaris for always being there to read things for me and @tofethee for being the literal reason that I remembered my lil unfinished fic existed xoxoxo

It was exciting at first. 

Weekends at the frat house partying with Jaehyun. No rules. No limitations. Everything a girl could want just waiting to be given to her if she asked. And the sex? The sex was incredible. Jaehyun could be a real asshole sometimes but he always knew how to make you cum so hard your ears were ringing. 

You knew from the start that it’d be delusional to think you were anything more to him than a pretty face and a dependable fuck. Jaehyun’s killer bone structure and gorgeous features make him what one might imagine a fairytale prince to be. All the girls on campus dream of being with him and he knows it. He loves it.

That man has an ego bigger than his cock which is unfortunately rather large. There’s so much of himself floating around in his head that there’s just no room for anyone else. Still he has his endearing moments, ones that make a girl feel special, and that’s what keeps you coming back when you begin to think better of tolerating his bullshit.

That’s why you’re here tonight, knees digging into his mattress, cheek pressed to his pillow, as he fucks you from behind. You feel it, the force of his hips snapping against your ass, his cock pulsing deep in your core. But it feels like nothing. It’s like getting a tooth pulled after the dentist has numbed you up real good. The force of the movement is there but the feeling’s gone.

A few feet away another bed creaks as a girl you’ve only met once or twice rides Jaehyun’s frat brother Johnny like one of those mechanical bulls. This isn’t abnormal. During these parties sex happens any time, anywhere, and that almost always includes being in the same room together. But you can’t help feeling like a pervert for stealing a few glances of the adjacent couple.

Jaehyun never formally introduced you to Johnny. Come to think of it, he's never formally introduced you to anyone. It was Johnny who introduced himself one night when you’d had a few too many drinks for your own good and ended up hunched over the toilet with Jaehyun nowhere to be found. 

Johnny sat with you for hours making sure you were hydrated and feeding you snacks until he was sure you were okay. You can’t for the life of you remember what was said. You can only recall that you felt comfortable and safe with him. It was enough to make you develop the tiniest crush that’s only been made worse by how sweet he’s been to you since.

Jaehyun slaps your ass, interrupting your train of thought. Almost simultaneously Johnny begins to caress the other girl’s hips. There’s so much tenderness in the way he touches her and you envy it. You wish Jaehyun could give you even a fraction of that. Just once. Pulling the girl in for a kiss, Johnny wraps his arms around her, holding her close to his chest. With her head nestled in the side of his neck, he cradles her gently as he lifts into her at a slow, rhythmic pace. 

You imagine that’s you, not being hammered into but actually feeling something, and magically the friction of Jaehyun’s cock rubbing your walls feels good. In fact, far better than it ever has before. You let out a moan, a whisper, “Aah, oh god.” Jaehyun takes notice of it, loving the way you clench too much not to hit that sweet spot again and again. He’s so distracted by the delicious jiggling of your body, his vision curtained by messy dark brown hair, that he can’t see that he isn’t the only one captivated by you.

But you notice. Johnny’s staring back at you now, his eyes glued to yours as he takes in all those pretty faces you make. This isn’t the first time he’s watched you either. He and Jaehyun were roommates long before you came into the picture. Johnny’s seen more than a few girls naked in Jaehyun’s bed but you’re the only one he’s cared to sneak a peek at. The crush you have on him is so mutual. How you never picked up on it he doesn’t know but it’s oh so obvious now.

The longing behind Johnny’s eyes is immense, luring you further into his gaze until he’s all you see. Setting your bodies on autopilot with your respective partners, you begin to quietly explore each other. Your minds indulge in every dirty thought you’ve had about each other. Thoughts you’d suppressed out of fear that you were doing something wrong. You find yourself getting wetter than you’ve been all night, walls dripping twice as much as they hug Jaehyun’s cock.

“Damn, you feel so good, baby” Jaehyun praises, planting kisses down the middle of your back. He shifts to a position he knows will have you trembling and you let out the sexiest moan. So sexy it makes Johnny’s cock twitch inside of the other girl, heat washing over both of your bodies. 

“You’re so fucking cute” Johnny whispers in a way that seems to be for the girl in his arms but is meant for you and only you. His face lights up like the 4th of July at every broken moan or arch of your back. You can tell how badly he wishes the pussy warming his cock right now were yours and you get the filthiest rush out of that.

As the pressure inside of you reaches its peak your legs begin to shake, knees threatening to give out from under you. A faint smile creeps across Johnny’s face and he mouths to you, “Cum.” And you do, as if on command. Burying your face in the pillow, you bite down on the fluffy cotton and let it fill your cheeks. It’s a gag of sorts, a desperately needed one incase you should cry out the wrong name on accident.

You know in your heart that even by frat boy standards you’ve crossed a line. You’ve stumbled into territory there’s no coming back from. But when it feels this good it’s difficult to want to turn back anyway. 

“You’re overreacting. It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.” 

You know this to be true, Jaehyun isn’t your boyfriend, but it hurts all the same to wake up to him texting another girl. Your heart sank when you rolled over this morning, still in his arms, to find him making plans to meet up with her tonight.

It was so blatant, he didn’t even attempt to hide what he was doing, and maybe that’s what hurts most of all. You thought he cared enough about you to at least pretend he wasn’t playing the absolute fuck out of you. It’s clear now that you thought wrong. 

“You’re such an asshole, you know that?” you shout, gathering your things from the floor, the sheet from his bed still draped around your naked body. 

A fully dressed Jaehyun casually searches the dresser for his keys, the smile on his face so cocky you want to slap it off. “Right, I’m going to the gym. You know how to see yourself out right?” 

Picking up one of your heels, you channel all your strength into throwing it at his head. “I never wanna see you again!” 

Jaehyun opens the bedroom door in time to take cover behind it, the heel of your shoe leaving a dent where it would’ve hit him. “Ooh, feisty” he teases, cracking the door to throw you a wink, “Save some of that for next time, hmm?”

There’s so much you want to say but none of it will change anything. He walks away from you like it’s nothing and that’s precisely what you feel like. Nothing. Unable to hold back anymore, you burst into tears where you stand, gathering up some of the sheet to sob quietly into. You can’t recall the last time you cried like this. A chest tightening, nose dripping, lip quivering type of cry that makes you want to double over in pain. 

“Hey, come here” a voice whispers, the rasp of sleep still hanging over it.

You feel a tug on the back of the sheet and turn to see Johnny sitting up in bed, one hand rubbing his barely open eyes while the other clings to the sheet around you.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up” you apologize, too embarrassed to make eye contact, “I’ll just get my things and—”

“No, come here” he insists, pulling you closer to his bed, “Come lay with me.”

Something in you says to resist it—you shouldn’t be crawling into bed with Jaehyun’s roommate—but Johnny’s already taking you by the hand, guiding you down into the empty spot beside him. No words are spoken as he pulls the soft blanket over the two of you, tucking it at your side to keep you warm.

His head hits the pillow, heavy lids closing, as he pulls you into his chest. There’s tension at first, on your part only. A hesitance to allow yourself to fully relax into the gentle embrace you’ve been desperately pining for. But the longer he holds you, his palm massaging your lower back in soothing figure eights, the more you soften.

“You don’t deserve this, you know?” he finally says when your tears have subsided and your breathing has evened out enough for you to speak. There’s exhaustion in those words as he says them, giving the impression that this is something he’s wanted to ask you for a long time. 

“Is this gonna be a lecture?” you sniffle, nervously patting the tears from the dips between his muscles, “Because I really don’t need a lecture right now.” 

Johnny laughs, letting out a yawn, “Nah, it’s too early for a lecture. My brain’s not heated up yet.” 

“Not heated up yet? What does that even mean?” you giggle, leaning to look up at him, your nose scrunched in confusion. Johnny opens his eyes, staring back at you with those starry brown orbs, and you’re transported back to the way you felt last night. If you thought his gaze made you want to melt from afar, it’s reducing you to volcanic ash at this distance. 

“Well, it’s like, when you first wake up your brain’s cold. Your thoughts are all jumbled so you’ve gotta wait a little, let it heat up” Johnny explains, the tips of his sable hair kissing your face.  

“You’re, uh…” you stutter, searching for the perfect word, “Really…interesting? Yeah, you’re interesting, Johnny Suh.” 

The most genuine smile takes over that handsome face as he lets out a joyful squeak, sincerely flattered by your comment. “Yeah? Well, so are you. You’re really interesting and cool and cute. I did mean that last night. You are cute.”

You tuck your head, trying to hide a smile of your own, but Johnny caresses your cheek, bringing you right back. “Why do you let him treat you like that?” he asks without the slightest bit of judgment. Your smile fades as you contemplate a question you aren’t even sure you know the answer to. You file through 1001 possibilities before coming to the raw, painful truth. 

“I was trying to prove something, I guess” you confess, feeling an odd sense of relief at admitting this to him and yourself. “I thought if I could attain the unattainable it’d be proof that I was special.”

Johnny scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Jaehyun? Unattainable? I could fuck him if I complemented him enough.” 

“Thanks, that makes me feel so much better” you huff, beginning to regret that moment of vulnerability. 

“No, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that he isn’t one of those people that can appreciate when they have something special.” 

You shrug in defeat, letting your fears fall freely from your lips, “Yeah, I don’t know if any guy can at this point.”

“So you think we’re all the same?” he asks, tilting your head to let your lips brush his. His lips are like static, making the little hairs on your arm stand on end. Your heart’s running a marathon and the butterflies in your stomach are throwing fits. This can’t be happening. Only it is.

You swallow hard, inhaling the scent of the fresh morning air meddled with his cologne. “Well, I…I mean no one’s really shown me any different.” 

Johnny presses his lips to yours, lingering there for a moment to savor the warmth of your kiss. “Can you give it some time?” he whispers, fingers charting a course across the curve of your hip to take your hand into his. 

“It or you, Johnny?” you ask, silently begging him not to say a thing if it’s not something he means.

“Hmm,” he hums, bringing your hand up to gently kiss your inner wrist, your palm, your fingertips, “Me.”

Your phone vibrates in your hand, Jaehyun’s name flashing on the screen. 

You’d think it was a bomb by how delicately you’re holding it, careful not to breathe too hard out of fear that it’ll somehow answer the call. It’s the 5th time he’s called today, probably the 9th in the last 24 hours, but you can’t bring yourself to pick up the call. There’s nothing he can say that the dozens of unanswered text messages he’s sent in the last week haven’t already.

He didn’t mean to talk to you that way. The girl he was texting meant nothing to him. He hadn’t even gone to see her that night. He only cares about you. Only wants you. If you just give him the chance he’ll prove it to you. Just pick up the phone. Just let him see you. 

“Block him” your best friend AJ whispers, sneaking up behind you. 

“Fuck!” you scream, nearly jumping out of your skin. You thought that the walk in fridge at work was the perfect place to hide but you only managed a couple of seconds without being caught.

AJ giggles, hugging you from behind, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, girl. I just saw you sneaking off and you know I had to check on you. I mean it though, you really should block him. He’s never gonna change.”

You let out a long, heavy sigh knowing there’s no way to deny the truth. In the past you’ve made excuses for him. You’ve cried in her arms too many times to count. You can’t justify it anymore. Not to her and not to yourself.

You shove your phone down into the pocket of your apron, your mind set on blocking him as soon as your shift’s over. “You’re right. He can be some other girl’s problem. I’m over it.” 

“See, that’s what I like to hear. Now that he’s out of the way, you ready to scope out some new cuties?”

You’re too familiar with the mischievous look on her face. You’ve seen it a million times before and it means trouble every time. “AJ, what are you talking about?”

“Well, these guys just came in looking for you. They asked to be seated in your section and they’re hot, like…” AJ fans herself dramatically, “Hot.”

You roll your eyes, pretending not to be interested, but you both know that you’re faking it. “Which table?”

“That’s my girl!” she cheers, grabbing you by the hand and dragging you out into the chaos of the busy kitchen. 

15 seconds. That’s how long you’d known peace. It seems short but that’s an eternity during dinner rush. Sometimes it gets so hectic here that you hardly have time to catch your breath and it’s shaping up to be one of those nights. 

“Table 7, off you go” AJ hums, ushering you out into the main dining area. 

You turn back to ask her questions. Did they give a name? Did they say what they wanted? Any defining details other than “hot”? But one of her tables is waving her down and she’s already scurrying off to help them. It’s up to you to solve the mystery now and there’s only one way to find out.

Smoothing out your clothes and straightening up your hair, you make your way to table 7 as casually as you can, trying not to seem too eager to greet the patrons that await you. 

“I don’t care about food. I need alcohol” one of the guys whines, flipping through the menu in search of the drink section.

“Who fixes a hangover with more alcohol?” his friend laughs, raking his fingers through his long brown hair. 

“You can fix a beer hangover with wine. I’m pretty sure.”

“I feel like that’s not true” you say as you approach the table, “Actually, no, that’s definitely not true.” 

All conversation halts at the sight of you. AJ was right. They are hot, every single last one of them, but especially the one seated closest to you, his eyes beaming as he stares up at you. 

“Hey” Johnny sighs, his voice light and floaty. 

You feel your cheeks warm, an unexpected shyness overtaking you, “Hi Johnny.”

“Hi Johnny” the guy next to him teases, tucking his hair behind his ear. 

Johnny elbows him in the side, never taking his eyes off of you, “Ignore him. He was dropped on his head as a kid. That’s Jungwoo” He points to the two across from him, “That’s Doyoung. Yuta.”

“Nice to meet you” Doyoung smiles, reaching out to shake your hand, “We’ve heard a lot about you. Johnny won’t shut up about you actually. You know—”

Yuta throws an arm across Doyoung’s shoulder, covering Doyoung's mouth with one hand, “Can we get a couple of waters to start?”

“Uh, sure, no problem. I’ll be right back” you nod, pretending that Doyoung’s little slip up hasn’t left you feeling all fuzzy inside. Johnny talks about you to his friends? Something like that hasn’t happened in so long that you almost forgot what it feels like. 

“Wait, one more thing” Johnny says, jumping up to block your way before you can leave. 

You giggle at the urgency in his movement. You’d think you were going to war in another country instead of just a few feet away to grab some water. “Sure, what’s up?” 

Noticing that he might’ve seemed a bit too excited, Johnny tries to calm down but his cool image is already shattered. He can’t go back. “I just wanted to ask what time you got off work tonight.”

You glance over at the clock hanging from the wall near the entrance, “Hmm, like, another two hours.”

Johnny takes your hand, nervously fidgeting with the delicate silver ring on your finger. “There’s somewhere I wanna take you tonight. Would it be okay if maybe I hung around and waited for you?”

“You’re gonna sit here for two hours and wait for me?”

“Well, yeah, we still have to order our food and I’ll just eat really, really, really, slow,” he says, leaning into you until your lips just barely brush. “Okay?”

You’re at work. He can’t be this close to you. It’s unprofessional. Yet you don’t move an inch out of his way. You can hear your heart beating in your ears, your body so flush with heat that you’re on the verge of begging someone to crack a window in here.

“Yeah, okay” you whisper and he presses his lips to yours, unable to resist his intrusive thoughts. Not even this once.

The kiss is quick. Quick enough that not everyone could see—quick enough not to get you in trouble on the clock—but the tingle that it leaves behind lasts the rest of your shift. It’s enough to make you forget all those missed calls and text messages. You’re floating on a cloud, your head so lost in stolen glances and passing contact with Johnny that your shift’s over before you know it and he’s taking you by the hand, leading you across the street to where his car awaits.

“Have fun you two!” Doyoung calls back as the others split in their own direction. 

“And Johnny don’t say anything stupid!” Jungwoo throws in. 

“Yeah, don’t do that thing you do where you like a girl and your palms get all sweaty” Yuta teases. 

Johnny hurries you into the car before his friends can say anything else but you can still hear them taunting him, even as their voices fade down the street. Hopping into the car Johnny lays his head on the steering wheel, letting out a huff of frustration. “I’m going to kill them. Every single last one of them.”

You reach over to rub his knee, putting on your sexiest voice, “I happen to think sweaty palms are very sexy.” 

Johnny turns to look at you, a moment of silence passing before he rewards you with the exact laughter you wanted to shake out of him. “Sexy, huh?” 

“Yes, actually” you swear, batting your eyelashes, “I love a man with good…perspiration.” 

“So you’re cute and you’re funny” he muses, “Guess I’m doomed.”

“Doomed? To what exactly?”

Johnny shrugs, looking you up and down, giving himself time to take you in. He’s always thought you were gorgeous. Any time you came to the frat house all dolled up he couldn’t take his eyes off of you and even now, dressed in your work clothes with not a drop of makeup on, he can’t think of anything more beautiful. Is it even possible? 

Snapping out of it, he clears his throat and sits up straight. “It’s nothing. Forget it. You ready to go?” 

Curious but not wanting to press the issue you just snap on your seatbelt and nod, “Mmhmm.”

You’re even cute when you’re taking safety precautions. It’s sickening. He wants to lean over and kiss you again, maybe for a little longer this time, but he knows if he does he’ll never leave this spot so instead he starts the car, fighting to keep his mind on track. Truly a task when he’s next to you. 

At first the ride’s quiet. Not awkward. Just quiet. Neither of you knows what to do—how to act. You’ve exchanged a few texts here and there since that morning you crawled into his bed. You’d even seen each other in passing on campus, shared a few brief hugs, but you hadn’t been alone together since. Are you really doing this? What is it that you’re doing anyway? It’s a question that you both want to ask but somehow it seems too soon. 

“Only serial killers drive in silence. I need music” you blurt out and Johnny laughs off your comment, happy to finally meet someone as random as he is. 

Digging in his pocket, he pulls out his phone and hands it to you. “Here, it’s connected to the car. Play whatever you want.”

Cradling his phone in your palms like a newborn baby, you stare at him in shock as his lock screen awaits a code. 

“020995” he says, waiting for you to tap in the digits. When you don’t he repeats it, slower this time, “02…09…95.”

“Huh?”

“The password. To my phone.”

The information hits you on a delay, only adding to your shock. “You’re giving me the password to your phone?”

“Yeah, how else will you use it?” he asks, unsure what exactly has you so confused. 

Not wanting to make the moment any more awkward than it already is, you tap the numbers into his phone, navigating his apps until you find the music. The anxiety is nauseating. The last time you looked at a guy’s phone you ended up crying and you never want to feel that way again. But Johnny seems so calm, so totally unbothered by you having his phone, that your worries begin to subside. After all you’ve been through it’s easy to think that every guy has something to hide but maybe, just maybe, this one doesn’t. 

Pushing your insecurities to the back of your mind, you settle into your new job as the resident DJ and find yourself having fun—actual fun—for the first time in a long time. It’s enough being in the car with him, jamming out to your favorite songs, sharing stories about concerts you’ve been to, that you aren’t even concerned about the destination. It isn’t until you’re pulling into a spot off the side of a pitch black road that you begin to wonder where exactly he’s taking you. 

Johnny hops out of the car first, circling around to the trunk for something. You crack your door open, just enough to get a peek at him. “I know I joked about that whole serial killer thing but—”

“Turn the flashlight on” he instructs, ignoring your second implication of him as a killer. 

Flipping on his phone’s flashlight, you shine it in his direction to find him standing there with a blanket. He slams the trunk closed and approaches you, leaning against the back door, “I definitely brought you out here to kill you. Death by a really cozy blanket.”

You slip out of the car, hesitantly scanning your surroundings, “Then what are we out here for, hmm?” 

“Just hold the flashlight straight and trust me for a few minutes” he says, grabbing your hand and leading you through what slowly reveals itself to be a park. 

There’s trees and benches. A few trails leading in each direction. Wooden signs are painted marking which way to go for camping and where to find the small creek you can hear rushing nearby. You’re grateful to have worn sneakers to work. A pair of heels would've never survived the stone pathway you have to traverse to make it deeper into the woods and closer to wherever he’s taking you.

You remain silent for a few minutes, doing your best to trust the process, and just as you’re about to question this plan of his the hard stone beneath your shoes turns soft and grassy. The trees break open into a small clearing where the moon beams down, brightly illuminating the world below. You gaze up at the sky in awe. You’ve never seen the stars this vividly before. They seem so close that you could touch them. 

“It’s so beautiful” you gasp, nearly tripping over the blanket as Johnny begins to lay it out behind you. 

“See, told you I wasn’t trying to kill you” he teases, kissing you on the forehead, “I come out here sometimes when I’m feeling overwhelmed. I figured you might be pretty overwhelmed too lately so I thought it might be nice for you.”

Johnny takes a seat on the blanket and you slip down beside him, your eyes still fixed on the stars. “I didn’t know you were the stargazing type.”

“Surprised?” he asks, gently stroking your cheek.

Without a second thought, you lean into his touch, letting yourself enjoy the sensation of his skin against yours. And just like that you can’t be bothered with the stars anymore. He’s all you can see. All you can feel. “I’m surprised by a lot of things when it comes to you.” 

“Like what?”

You know that you should be careful with your words but you can’t control what comes out of your mouth next. “Like why you’re doing all of this. Why you even care about me?”

Johnny sits with your question, giving it as long as it needs to truly sink in. “Remember that night you came over and got sick?”

You cringe at the thought of it, “Oh god. Unfortunately, yes. Tell me that has nothing to do with this.”

“You weren’t as bad as you think” he swears, “I’ve seen much worse, trust me. I know you might not remember a lot about that night but you were there for me too. I wasn’t in the best headspace then and I didn’t really wanna go to any of the guys about it then I found you and it was, like, comforting to be with you. Once you stopped throwing up.” 

“Johnny, please” you whine, burying your face in your hands out of embarrassment. 

Johnny pulls your hands away, trying to hide his laughter, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Messing with you is fun. But seriously, it felt nice being with you and every time I saw you after that I just kept finding things that I liked about you until I couldn’t avoid the fact that I had to have you even if you were his.”

“I was never his. He never owned me” you make it a point to say, “You could’ve had me whenever you wanted me. You only had to say it.”

Tucking his arms around your waist, he brings you onto his lap, your legs resting on either side of him. His hands find their way to your hips, smoothing over your pleated skirt to feel the softness of your bare thighs. Your breath catches at the pad of his thumb gliding over your inner thigh, inching your skirt up.

You drape your arms over his shoulders, letting yourself be drawn into eyes that reflect the moonlight so gorgeously you might as well be staring right at it. “Johnny…” you gasp, feeling his cock harden between your legs.

The friction between his pants and the moistening silk of your panties has you on the verge of moaning. Thumbing your clit through the fabric, he coaxes that moan right out of you just in time for this tongue to invade the space between your lips. Your fingers find his hair, tangling themselves within it as you raise your hips, giving him all the space he needs to tuck your panties aside.

You were so wet the other night, wet enough that he could hear it, but feeling it himself is beyond his wildest dreams. You’re so slick, so soft, like the petals of a flower after fresh rain. Droplets of your arousal coat his fingertips as he pets your entrance, sinking his fingers into you deeper and deeper with every stroke. Your moans dance off of your tongue and right onto his as you rock back and forth in his lap, mindlessly riding his fingers. 

“Can I keep you?” he whispers, curling his fingers into your sweet spot, hitting it perfectly, “I’ve wanted you for so long and I…I need you to be all mine.” He stares you dead in the eyes, meaning every word that he says. He wants you and he won’t share you. Not with Jaehyun. Not with anyone. 

“You can keep me. I’m yours. I’m—aah” you whimper, your pleasure only heightened by his need, “All yours.”

What are you even saying? What are you doing? Falling onto your back. That’s what. Lying on this blanket with your legs spread and your back arched, watching the night sky twinkle above you as Johnny’s fingers drive into you while you pledge your pussy juice drenched allegiance to him. 

Somewhere in the car, buried in your purse, your phone’s vibrating again. Another missed call from Jaehyun. But you’re too far out of his reach in more ways than one. Further than he could ever imagine. 

You fight. You cry. You get back together again. 

Fight. Cry. Get back together again. That’s the way things have always been between you and Jaehyun. He knows it isn’t healthy but, in his own twisted way, it’s the only way he can trust that you care about him. There’s no justification for it, nothing you did to him in the past that warrants such cruel and unusual punishment.

Jaehyun’s addicted to the rush of getting back together. The desperate, passionate moment when your bodies collide after a week or so apart. Both of you too filled with need to care about what tore you apart in the first place. He can only get that with you, he only wants it with you.

But this time he took it too far, did a bit too much in his attempt to make you jealous, and now you won’t even speak to him. When he knocks on your door your roommate lies and says you aren’t there, refusing to open it more than a crack to shoot him down. Every call goes to voicemail, every text message left undelivered, and on the rare occasion that you run into each other you treat him like a ghost. 

Seated on the sectional couch at the heart of his living room, Jaehyun stares into the void of faceless partiers swarming the frat house. The beer cradled between his fingers has the top popped off but he’s barely been touched. The chattering of his frat brothers scattered across the couch might as well be miles away. 

A girl in a black mini skirt sneaks up behind him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, “You look sad, baby. Need me to cheer you up?” She licks her lips, planting soft, wet kisses down his neck the way she did a few nights ago when he was in need of some rebound sex that more than failed to satisfy him. 

Jaehyun pats her on the arm, shrugging her off, “Thanks but, uh, no thanks.” 

“Wait, what?” she frowns, arms folded across her chest, “You’re joking right?” 

Scooting closer to Jaehyun, his frat brother Taeyong places a sympathetic hand on hers. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I don’t think he wants to play with you anymore." 

At the other end of the couch their brother Yuta raises his beer, winking at the girl, “But I will. I volunteer!” 

“Fuck you, Jaehyun and your asshole friends!” the girl huffs, storming off into the crowd. 

“Wait! Are you sure?” Yuta calls out after her, “Don’t you know what they say about Japanese guys with long hair? We’re perverts. The best kind!”

“Did she say fuck her in the asshole?” Doyoung asks, his ears turning red from one too many shots. 

“Who’s getting fucked in the asshole?” Mark asks, flopping down beside Yuta on the couch. He’s younger than the other guys, probably shouldn’t be here, but they all have a soft spot for him, especially Yuta, so he gets to stick around. 

Yuta pouts, laying his head on Mark’s shoulder, “No one, sadly.” 

“Can you guys not be pigs for two seconds? Grow up” Jaehyun snaps, chugging down his beer so fast it makes him dizzy. 

“Ooh, someone’s cranky tonight” Taeyong teases, “What’s got you so uptight? You’re usually the worst of us.” 

Doyoung pours himself another shot, taking a quick, adorable sip of it. “She blocked him. On everything. Won’t even talk to him. So sad.” 

Jaehyun’s tempted to throw the empty bottle at Doyoung’s head and, unlike when you threw your shoe at him, there’s no way he could miss the shot. But Mark swoops in, wedging himself between Jaehyun and Taeyong to provide some comfort. “Aww, man, your girl broke your heart? I’m sorry. Hugs?” 

As Mark embraces Jaehyun, Yuta scoffs at the display. “His girl?” Yuta laughs, “Hardly. He fucked her. By that standard mini skirt was his girl too.” 

“Oh and her!” Doyoung adds, pointing to the curly haired girl in the corner.

The others pile on, making a game out of spotting girls Jaehyun’s slept with. Jaehyun snatches free of Mark’s hug, refusing to sit through anymore of this. He’s ready to storm off himself but doubles back to clarify something. “She’s not like them, alright? So respect her or I’ll hit you so hard every meal you have until next semester will need to be through a straw.” 

Taeyong throws his hands up, leading the others in easing up on Jaehyun. “No problem, bro. We were just fucking with you. We’ll respect her—or whatever” 

“Uh, excuse me, am I interrupting something?” you ask, clearing your throat. The sound of your voice makes Jaehyun’s heart skip a beat and when he turns around to find that pretty face staring back at him, his heart all but stops. 

“N…no, we were just, wh…what are you doing here?” he stutters, a glimmer of emotion showing through for the first time in a long time. “I thought you hated me.”

You knew this day would come. It’s going on 3 weeks of evading any form of interaction with him but you knew that one day your luck would run out. You’d have to experience this moment. This conversation. The feelings you had for Jaehyun haven’t subsided easily. It stung to accept that he could never feel for you the way you wished he did but it was easier to let go when you had someone soft and loving to land on. 

Johnny hasn’t been your rebound, he’s been the furthest thing from it. You adore being with him. He does all the things you ever wanted a guy to do. He’s silly in ways you don’t always get but that’s just a part of his charm. He’s thoughtful and patient, never making you question if he has eyes for any girl other than you. You don’t hate Jaehyun. You don’t even have the time to when Johnny exists. 

“Hate you? No but have you—” you begin to whisper, burning under the spotlight of his frat brothers’ gaze. The ones that know already know but it’s clear they haven’t dared to speak up either. “Have you talked to Johnny?” 

Jaehyun’s a statue, rendered immobile by his confusion, “Talked to Johnny about what?”

“Baby!” Johnny cheers, popping out of the crowd to sweep you up into his arms, “What are you doing here? I told you I’d come get you.” 

“I know but my roommate was headed over here so I thought I’d save you a trip.” You try to clue him in that something’s happening but he’s showering you in so many kisses that you ultimately give into it, giggling like the happiest girl in the world. 

“Johnny, people are watching” you finally manage as your feet meet the ground again, Johnny’s arms secure around your waist. 

“Baby, I don’t care about people—” Johnny stops himself short, noticing precisely which people you happen to be referring to. 

The sadness on Jaehyun’s face tells you that he and Johnny haven’t talked about this. Not once. You catch yourself feeling bad for him, knowing the pain he feels oh too well. It’s the same pain that he dished out to you without remorse or reason and the thought of that turns your empathy into satisfaction. Revenge, bittersweet but successfully acquired all the same. 

“Jae, I’m sorry, really” Johnny apologizes, approaching Jaehyun to make peace but peace isn’t of interest and apologies aren’t enough. 

Jaehyun barrels past Johnny, nearly knocking him down in the process, “Fuck it, you can keep her. Have fun.” 

“Wait! I’m really—” Johnny calls after him, torn between chasing down his friend and staying here with you. 

Patting him on the shoulder, you give him a tender peck on the lips, encouraging him to go ahead. “Johnny, I’ll be fine. Just do what you need to do.”

“Are you sure?” If you ask him to stay he will, no questions asked, no second guessing. If chasing after Jaehyun means hurting you he’d never do it in a million years. 

You crack a gentle, reassuring smile, “I’m sure. Now get out of here.” You playfully push him on his way and he kisses you on the back of the hand before letting go, rushing off after his friend. 

Jaehyun deserves a bit of pain for all he’s done to you but in both of their absences it sets in that maybe he isn’t the only one being hurt in all of this. Imagining how hurt Johnny would be at losing a friend, you feel the sudden weight of guilt the likes of none you’ve ever had to bear. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Especially not here in front of everyone.

“Aaah, a good old fashioned love triangle. The tragedy! The heartbreak!” Mark says, head thrown back dramatically.

Taeyong tosses a pillow at Mark, shushing the younger man. Mark catches it, cuddling it in his arms like a plushie. “What? I like love stories. I wonder, how’s it gonna end?”

Yuta grins at you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, “Yeah, cutie, you’re the one they're gonna kill each other over. You tell us, how’s it gonna end?” 

Wiping your increasingly sweaty palms on your dress, you feel the spotlight on you growing brighter and you can’t stomach it. You take off out into the night, navigating the minefield of passed out partiers to get across the front lawn. Yuta’s words echo in your mind, “You tell us, how’s it gonna end?” Like you have all the power. Like you’re the only one responsible for any of this. How’s it gonna end? You have no clue but you wish that the ending, however bad or good, would come already.

It’s not fair. 

You should be at a movie theater right now cuddled up beside Johnny eating overpriced snacks. Instead you’re standing in the frozen section of a fluorescent lit gas station contemplating which freezer burnt pint of ice cream you’ll drown your sorrows in tonight. The adult thing to do would be to go back to the party and face this problem straight on. Or you could demolish the snacks piled into your arms and drown your issues.

“The second one, for sure” you decide, fumbling with the freezer door handle to retrieve your ice cream of choice. 

“Is there another party going on that I don’t know about?” Jaehyun asks, watching you from the end of the aisle. You groan, abandoning your ice cream mission to get as far away from him as possible. He steps in front of you, blocking your path, “I’m not stalking you. I promise. I just needed some air and I—anyway, let me help you.”

Jaehyun skips over to the ice cream, popping the freezer door open. He pokes out his lip, eyebrows furrowed in as he scans the options. “There we go” he grins, plucking your favorite ice cream from the shelf on the first try. You’ve never explicitly told him which one it was and you try not to be impressed by the fact that he cared to take note of it.

“Come on, I’ll pay for it” he insists, leading the way to the register. It takes him a few steps to realize that you haven’t followed and he spins around on his heels to find you staring at him in disgust. “What I meant to say was, may I pay for your things, my queen?” A group of passing girls giggle as he bows to you with all the elegance of a man who’s in the presence of royalty. 

“Cut it out. You’re embarrassing me” you whine and he responds with a twirl that brings him closer to you, the already defrosting ice cream jumping from hand to hand. 

“Aah but I just want the queen to be happy and I do hear this is her favorite.”

“Oh, I’m a queen now? And what does that make you? My royal court jester?” 

Jaehyun stares into your eyes, his expression turning severe, “If that’s what you want me to be.”

“It’s a little too late to be what I wanted you to be, isn’t it?” you shoot back, your voice trembling more than you’d like it to. 

“I don’t know, is it?” He asks you the question like his whole life depends on your answer.

He’s always been the one who had the upper hand, standing over you, his whimpering prey, with a knife to your throat that could end you at any time. It’s strange to be on the other end of it now but, unlike him, you’re prone to taking mercy on poor, wounded little animals. While you may not have it in you to strike the killing blow, you’re content to let him lie here and bleed out. 

“You know what? Suddenly I've lost my appetite” you say, emptying your snacks into his arms, “I’m sure there’s enough girls in your phone to share that with.”

This isn’t some melodramatic exit where you walk away expecting him to follow you. Running into him in the first place wasn’t the plan. Yet you’re barely out of the gas station parking lot when the tiny hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand on end and you just know he’s trailing behind you.

“Will you at least let me take you home? You shouldn’t be walking alone. There could be psychopaths out here!”

You pick up speed repeating to yourself, “Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around. Don’t—”

“I love you!” Jaehyun shouts for the entire block to hear. It’s his voice but those can’t be his words. Fueled by rage, you ignore your own advice and turn to confront him. 

“Take it back!” you demand, refusing to accept his profession of love. Of all the things he’s ever done to manipulate you this has to be the lowest he’s gone. 

“No, if I mean it then why should I?” 

“Because you’re lying! You’re a liar! It’s what you do. It’s what you always do!” you scream, the anger you’ve held in for months overflowing. 

“Okay, I am a liar. A liar and a piece of shit who couldn’t commit to you cause I was too afraid of getting hurt so I hurt you first” he admits, “And that’s not for you to fix. Maybe I need fucking therapy, I don’t know, but I do love you.”

“That’s not enough!”

Jaehyun sees you motion to leave again and grabs your wrists, locking them at your sides. “Then tell me what’s enough and I’ll do it. It can’t be too late for us. I’m falling apart without you.”

Tears run hot down your cheeks and he cradles your face, kissing them away. It feels nicer than you want it to, more calming than repulsive. You were out, done with him forever, and look at you now, standing under the streetlights melting into the palms of his hands. But this time is different from the others and far more dangerous because for once the liar isn’t lying. He loves you and it means it. Why the fuck does he have to mean it? 

“I know this is a lot right now and you don’t have to decide. You don’t have to do anything. Just let me drive you home. Let me take care of you. Please?”

A tragic side effect of being around Jaehyun is the way that you magically find yourself right where he wants you. You know better than to accept his offer. You shouldn’t be anywhere near this man, let alone in his car, but you blink and you’re in the passenger’s seat, his hand on your thigh as he navigates the familiar streets leading back to your dorm.

Snapping back to your senses, you push his hand away, refusing to so much as look at him as you stare out of the window losing yourself in the glow of the street lights. Even when he pulls up to your dorm, you storm off to your room without a word, praying that he’ll just go away.

If you don’t talk to him he can’t say things that mess with your head. If you don’t look at him he can’t pull you in with those eyes…with that gorgeous fucking face. Navigating the halls of your building, you tell yourself not to look back. Just make it to your room and this night will all be over. You’ll be on the other side of that door and you can pretend that this never happened. 

You breathe a sigh of relief when you finally push the door open, flinging yourself into the safety of your room only for your moment of peace to be shattered in an instant by the sound of footsteps following closely behind you.

“I didn’t say you could come in” you snap, stopping Jaehyun before he gets ahead of himself. 

“I just wanted to say hi to my son. I haven’t seen him in weeks” he pouts, hands clasped together, begging for mercy. “Have a heart.”

“Whatever” you groan, too exhausted to argue any more than you already have, “You’ve got one minute then you need to leave.”

Jaehyun gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, slipping past you to get inside. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Slamming the door behind him, you kick your shoes off, counting down the seconds in your head. When you said a minute you meant it. 60 seconds exactly. Paying you no mind, Jaehyun heads straight for the fish tank in the corner of the room where a single, golden fish swims around a tank decorated with coral reefs and shiny glowing pebbles.

He taps at the glass, making kissy faces at the fish inside. “Sup, Mister Bubbles? Long time no see. I missed you.”

It’s sickening and unfortunately adorable how attached Jaehyun is to that little fish. He won him for you at a carnival when you first started dating. You chose to name him Bubbles because of those tiny bubbles he kept blowing on the ride home. Jaehyun had insisted upon adding the “Mister” to make it more official and you let him have his way. 

Jaehyun picks up the container of fish food tucked beside the tank. A special exotic blend he purchased at some upscale pet store. “You got the child support I sent, I see.”

You giggle despite yourself, throwing in a fake cough to cover it up, but it’s too late for you.

“I think I just made your mom smile” he whispers to Mister Bubbles. 

“No, I just had something in my throat” you snap, “Anyway, your minute’s up. Get out.” 

“Strict woman” he sighs, sparing one last incredibly dramatic glance at his legless son. “You’ll let me know if you need anything, yeah?” Mister Bubbles blows a few bubbles which Jaehyun takes as a ‘yes’ so he turns to you next. “And you’ll let me know if you need anything too?”

Joining him by the fish tank, you snatch the food from him, returning it to its rightful place. “We’re good.”

He watches you for a moment, picking apart your expression, your body language. All the things he knows how to read so well when it comes to you. “If you aren’t good, promise you’ll tell me? If he isn’t good to you—”

He reaches out to bring you closer and much to your frustration you don’t pull away. You don’t even flinch. Instead you’re overcome by the same feeling that left you speechless in the parking lot. Your body seems to vibrate where he touches it, longing for more. It…misses him? You miss him?

“Please don’t do this to me” you beg, close enough now that every breath makes your chests meet. “You can just let it go. You can just leave.”

You say that like it’s so easy. Jaehyun’s never been able to do that when it comes to you. That’s what always scared him so much about his feelings for you. No girl has ever had a hold on him this way. He could throw anyone away, replace them like it was nothing, but not you. You’ve always been irreplaceable and the dumbest thing he’s ever done is let you go. He won’t make that mistake again.

 “You’ve always had the cutest cheeks, you know that?” Jaehyun sighs, cupping your cheeks. He leans in closer to get a better look, his gaze dancing across your features, “Your nose too and your lips.” 

His thumb traces the bow of your upper lip and you shiver at the contact. The nearer his lips are to yours, the faster your pulse races, your own body betraying you when you need it most. The chance to stop him passes, the quickest millisecond of your life, and he’s kissing you like it’s the last time he ever will. And maybe it is. Maybe he’ll never get to taste the sweetness of your lips again and all he’ll have left of you is what lingers behind but, if that’s really what this is, he can’t let this go to waste.

When he finally breaks from the kiss you’re left breathless, trying to make sense of the mess of emotions swarming your heart.

“All I ever wanted was for someone to love me” you say, your voice ripe with pain.

Jaehyun can see the damage he’s done to you, it’s written all over your face, and it breaks him in ways he never knew it could. “And you deserve to be loved. I hate myself for ever making you believe that you didn’t but if you give me the chance to fix this I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know how special you are.”

You must admit he has a talent for it. He knows how to string words together and make them sound so pretty a girl could forgive all the tears, all the shouting matches, all the numbers in his phone. But you aren’t so sure you’re that girl anymore. 

“Baby! Are you there?” Johnny shouts, knocking at your door.

Your blood runs cold at the reality of your situation. Johnny’s out there probably worried sick over you having disappeared from the party and here you are in the arms of the man you were supposed to leave behind. 

“I can answer it” Jaehyun offers, Johnny’s sudden appearance clearly triggering something within him. He takes a step back, heading for the door, but you jump in front of him, pushing him back with enough force to nearly knock him over. 

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

In your anger you speak louder than you should’ve, throwing your hands over your mouth at the realization. Any movement out in the hall pauses and you stand still, wishing to gain the power of invisibility just this once. Slowly the knob turns, the door inching open to shine the light of the hall over the shadows of your room. You don’t want to turn around but you have to. Johnny’s standing there, you can feel it, and you can’t just leave him like that. He wouldn’t do it to you. 

Facing him is like a knife through your stomach. You want to drop to your knees and cry. You’ve only ever seen Johnny laugh and smile. All he’s ever done when he glanced in your direction was bubble with joy but “joy” is nowhere near what he watches you with now.

“Johnny…” You reach out to touch him but he pulls back. He’s not in the mood to be touched by you right now and it wouldn’t be fair to blame him. 

“I was coming to check on you to see if you were okay but…” he glances behind you at the space where Jaehyun waits, far too close to you for comfort, “Looks like you’re all good in here, huh?”

“It’s not like that.”

“No? Then what’s it like? You’re too busy to answer my calls but not too busy to be here with him. What’s that like?”

“I get it, you’re pissed, but I can’t let you talk to her like that” Jaehyun says, irritated by Johnny’s tone of voice. 

Johnny laughs, taking a few steps towards Jaehyun, “Let me? You can’t let me do anything. Everyone else might be afraid of you but I’m not. You can’t beat me. We both know that.” 

Jaehyun shrugs, unbothered by the threat, “Why don’t we find out?”

“Shut up! You aren’t helping!” you shout, throwing him an icy glare, “No one’s fighting! We just need to calm down! Everyone calm down!”

“You’re the one that’s yelling right now, baby” he whispers and you swear you could choke the life out of him. 

The sound of Jaehyun calling you baby is enough for Johnny. If he stays any longer he doesn’t know what he’ll do and he doesn’t want to find out. “I hope you two are happy together.”

Jaehyun leans back against your dresser, content to watch Johnny walk out that door. Only you aren’t. You run behind Johnny, throwing your arms around him before he can leave. 

“Johnny, don’t leave” you weep, painting the back of his jacket with tears. You hold him so tightly that your arms dig into his stomach and he can barely breathe. “I mean it, it’s not like that. I don’t want him. I want you.”

You can’t see the shock on Jaehyun’s face but it’s in his voice loud and clear. “You what?” 

Johnny grabs your arms, gently prying them away, “Doesn’t seem like he knows that.” 

“I want to be with Johnny” you say to Jaehyun without hesitation.

“What do you mean? After everything we talked about? After everything we’ve been through? I told you that I loved you. I love you!”

He keeps using that word—love—but you aren’t even sure he knows what it means. In fact, you’re positive there’s no way he ever did. Your heart broke to see Johnny hurt because of you. You instinctively want to protect him—to do anything in your power to make it right because that’s what you do when you love someone. You choose them because the risk of losing them is too unbearable.

“In all the time we were together you never let me have anything, Jaehyun. Just let me have this one.”

Jaehyun wants to ask if that’s really what you want but you’re clinging to Johnny’s hand with such desperation that he knows it’d be a waste of breath to ask. You want one thing, just one, and it isn’t him. 

It’s strange to see him leave. You’re so used to regret pooling in the pit of your stomach each time he walks out of your life that the absence of it is odd but you don’t miss it. It’s freeing and the feeling that takes its place—the longing to be with someone new—is infinitely sweeter. Still, this is no time to celebrate. Even in Jaehyun’s absence, Johnny’s back remains turned to you, his body language cold and tense. 

“Johnny” you whisper, tip-toeing around him, “Say something.” You search his eyes for any sign of warmth for you but it’s like he’s hiding it, too afraid to let it show.

“Do you love him?” he asks plainly, “Please don’t lie to me. I just…I can’t do this if you still love him.”

You think back to when Jaehyun kissed you. It stirred up so many feelings inside of you and every single one of them was for Johnny. “I love someone but it isn’t him.” 

Johnny’s cheeks redden, the warmth you were in search of returning little by little. “Wh-what are you saying?” 

“I’m saying that I love you, Johnny Suh. If that’s okay with you” you smile, petting his cheek. 

“I mean, yeah, it’s more than okay. I lo—”

“Ssh” you say, placing a finger over his lips, “You don’t have to say it back. Not until you’re ready. I just wanted you to know.” 

Johnny swats your hand away, pulling you into him, “I love you too. If that’s okay with you.” 

You just smile, a fluttery sensation invading your body, “Of course it’s okay. It’s more than okay. It’s perfect.”

Johnny backs you up against the door, locking it tightly as it slams shut behind you. He lulls you into a slow, passionate kiss that slips every broken piece of you quietly back into place.

There’s no confusion. No fear. No wrongs that need forgiving. All you ever wanted was someone to truly love you and now you’ll never have to doubt that you’ve found someone who does. 

[sunwoosbaby]

Pedro Pascal as Reed Richards THE FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS (2025) Dir. Matt Shakman

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[sunwoosbaby]

Wooyoung WIP ❤️ im obsessed with his nose 😛❤️

[sunwoosbaby]

Wooyoung WIP ❤️ im obsessed with his nose 😛❤️

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@kenzie_flick

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I really need to be fucked stupid, like really stupid. As in I need them holding my legs apart while they go down on me like it’s their last meal. I want them to fuck me until my eyes roll back and I can’t help but cum around their strap/dick over and over. And I’d by the end I can still stand up without collapsing or form a coherent sentence then they’re not done.

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Pitiful, You’re Pitiful

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ch. vii

group : ateez

pairing : aged up!wooyoung × aged up!reader

genre : angst, mature

word count : 3.4 k

warning : mentions of miscarraige, negative depiction of wooyoung, cheating

a/n : i finally got over my writer's block for this series.

a/a/n : happy new year

buy me coffee ?

For the first time in weeks, you woke up feeling better, lighter even.

It wasn't just because for the first time in a while, you had slept on a real bed instead of your couch.

It was Dayoung's idea which surprised you. She had come to you a couple of nights prior, avoiding your eyes and blushing which made you almost equally nervous because she seemed like she was going to confess to a crime. It was Woohyun who told you that Dayoung had suggested for you three to sleep together in Woohyun's room (because you wouldn't want to sleep in a teenage girl's room filled with posters of whichever band she was fawning over staring at you at the dead of night and her dirty laundry strewn everywhere like a modern art installation) where she had taken her and Woohyun's mattresses, put them together in a way you three could be comfortable.

To say that you were beyond touched was an understatement but knowing that it was your daughter, you knew you needed to play it cool or else she wouldn't want to take credit. So while you wanted to sob while hugging your daughter, you simply nudged her shoulder and made a lame joke to which she rolled her eyes and called you a nerd but didn't bother to hide her amused smile.

For the first time ever, you slept through the night between your children; Woohyun was firmly attached to your side with his limbs wrapped around your body and Dayoung facing the other side but she kept her body close to you. Even though you were having such a rough time with your husband, you felt somewhat happy that your children were getting close to you.

On top of that, you were somewhat amused that Wooyoung had been showing considerable shame through the whole ordeal. He had the decency to skulk around whenever he saw you and took care of himself and his own needs without bothering you. Sure, you still include his portion when you cook and you still urge your children to spend time with their father (no matter how reluctant Dayoung was), but it was as if you both were separated.

It was hard living as such because you still loved Wooyoung no matter his mistake. You knew you could never tell any one of your friends about your feelings because they would remind you how he cheated on you with his own employee, how he used your miscarriage against you, and how he was just an overall asshole, completely skipping over the fact that you had spent almost two decades together, completely skipping over how you two shared so much love for each other, completely skipping over your history, and completely skipping over the fact that the two of you were bound together forever through your children. To say that you should lose all the love you have had and still have for your husband is to say that you should turn your back on the pieces of your husband in your children. It was to say that you should not find joy in the way Woohyun cackles like his dad or you should not be touched by the way Dayoung show her love and care by doing something for someone. Your friends, especially your girlfriends would not understand your predicament and they never will.

That's why you went to the one person you know might.

"Thanks for sparing your time for me," you smiled sheepishly at Yunho who chuckled as he sat himself down with his cup of coffee. "Hey, you're saving me from having to deal with the academy's internal business so I should thank you," he pointed out.

You had a feeling that one of the things he meant was the situation you created, the possible internal People investigation and possibly Harin trying to fight the academy back because as promised, her reputation was absolutely tarnished. Not to mention Wooyoung being put on leave for his injured back and then being put on administrative leave for his inappropriate action must have ruined their internal scheduling. Along with the entire mood of the academy, considerably.

"How are things? How are the guys there?" You asked after taking a sip of your peach tea. Yunho pursed his lips, mulling over how to share the discourse between the friend group. How was he supposed to tell you that everyone was split by their own convictions; Hongjoong who only focused on the operations of the business, Seonghwa who was worried about what was right after facing you himself, Yunho who was obviously on your side, Yeosang who felt conflicted and in disbelief over his friend's action, San who felt completely betrayed as a man of big moral and feelings, Mingi who kept making comparisons of what he would and wouldn't do if he was Wooyoung like a show of moral superiority, and Jongho who was just tired of the drama and wanted the workplace to return to its normalcy without all the cheating.

"The guys are focused on their own things, we can't seem to meet up a lot outside of work these days," Yunho smiled, hoping that it would satisfy your curiosity. Seeing as to how you simply nodded and didn't ask any follow-up questions, Yunho felt a bit glad. Or, he did felt glad until you suddenly cleared your throat and the aura shifted to a more serious one. "I actually called you because I have something to talk about and I couldn't think of anyone other than you to talk to." Yunho was quite surprised because you two had never gotten to a level of friendship where you would talk about secrets or break big news to each other. To be quite frank, the two of you had never really shared anything personal, ever. You two were connected through Wooyoung and neither one of you had initiated a more platonically intimate relationship. Heck, you both don't even have each other's numbers saved and you had to look for it from the group chat Seonghwa made for Hongjoong's surprise birthday party two years ago. Yunho loved you as his friend's wife and he had grown considerable admiration for you for supporting Wooyoung all these years which was why Wooyoung's betrayal of you hit him so hard.

With an eyebrow raised, Yunho stared at you, trying to see whether he should brace himself for bad news or good news. The two of you sat slightly tense, facing each other while the rest of the cafe went on, oblivious to your situation.

"I'm pregnant."

Silence.

The sound of the coffee machine whirring and steam hissing along with other customers that was so prominent suddenly died down in Yunho's ears and he couldn't help but stare at you with wide eyes and jaw hanging open. His brain was trying so hard to process your words, repeating what you said over and over again as if it was something hard to comprehend but it isn't, it absolutely isn't.

"Hello?" You waved a hand in front of Yunho, trying to break his trance, "Yunho, did you hear me?"

Yunho seem to broke out of his trance once you called his name with a shake of his head. When your words finally sunk in, Yunho gasped and rushed out of his chair to hug you, taking you completely by surprise. "Oh my God, congratulations, (y/n)! Your third child, finally!" he shakily exhaled out of excitement. His energy rubbed off on you because at his congratulatory sentiment, you chuckled and patted him on the back, "Thank you so much, Yunho, I truly appreciate it."

Once Yunho got back to his seat, another realization dawned on him. "Wait, when did this happen? With what's going on with you and Wooyoung, how is this gonna work?" he asked, genuinely concerned. His questions didn't catch you by surprise as it was also something you had been thinking about a lot recently. "If you're asking me when I last slept with Wooyoung, I will actually buy a bagel and smack you with it," Yunho couldn't help but chuckle at your feistiness, "But... About how this is going to work with me and Wooyoung... I actually don't know. Hell, even if we don't put the baby in question, I don't know how things are going to be like with Wooyoung," you sighed. Yunho pursed his lips, thinking, "Well, have you thought about it before? Are you still going to stay with him?" Had someone else asked that question, you would have taken somewhat of an offence because the question would have most definitely come from a place of judgment, like as if you don't know that divorce is an option and that they would bring up some spiel about women empowerment, girl power, and equality as if those had anything to do with your situation as if there was only you and he in the equation and not your two children. But you know Yunho meant well and his question came out of curiosity and worry. "Honestly, I don't think I want to leave Wooyoung over this," you said, voice low and eyes glued to your intertwined fingers as if ashamed or scared that Yunho would react badly to your answer.

Thankfully, Yunho nodded at your answer knowingly and in full understanding, "Because you two had been together for so long and had been in love for so long that you can't imagine a life without him." Your head snapped up and almost immediately, a huge wave of relief washed over you, "Exactly. I... I can't just leave him, he's my husband for goodness sake, to me, that means something because when I said my wedding vows, I really meant it!" "So, you still uphold the part where you said 'through snotty nose and cheesy prose, I'll love you and your stubby toes'?" Yunho teased, making you roll your eyes, "Of course, you'd remember the part that mentioned toes. You're not beating your feetish allegations here, Yunho," you pointed back teasingly, causing Yunho to laugh.

When his laughter died down, he went back to being serious but still maintaining casualness as to not stress you out. "But really, have you... Tried imagining a life without him?"

At that, you closed your eyes and released a long exhale. "I see... Myself doing my normal routine; waking up, preparing breakfast, getting the kids up. This, this is not my current house, this is a small, cozy apartment somewhere in a neighbourhood that's not too packed and is very kid-friendly. It's cute, I can tell I decorate it but the kids have their things everywhere; Woohyun has his drawings on the fridge, and Dayoung has her things strewn on the couch. I see the kids, Dayoung and Woohyun running out of their rooms, heading straight for the food and,,, and... and there he is, our new baby in his playpen. He looked around one, with the brightest smile and gosh, he has Wooyoung's mole under his eye, a real copy of him and I love him so much. I see all this... Togetherness but I feel incomplete, like something is missing. There is so much happiness but my smile never seems to reach my eyes. I feel... Empty inside. Then... The bell rang. I open the door and I see Wooyoung, standing alone. He looked... Tired. He usually wear sharp, clean outfits but this time he's just wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and he look... Sad. Like me. He came in and the kids greeted him, saying that they missed him and two five days was too long. Wooyoung went to play with the baby and I felt... Weird. I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to ask how he was doing and why he looked so... Fragile. But instead, I hid in the kitchen, pretending to be so occupied by the dishes. The kids then came out with their bags, asking me to not forget the things that needed tending over the weekend. The more they spoke about what they had planned with Wooyoung for the weekend, the harder it was for me to breathe. There's this... Nagging thought in my head that while the baby can't go with them now, he's going to be able to go with them soon to stay at Wooyoung's and it hurts to think that I would be spending days without my children, I would be missing days I could spend with them until they grow up and have their own lives. I imagine... It would be even harder for Wooyoung because he'd have even fewer days with them than I do and it's sad. It's so, so sad. I could see Wooyoung looking at me and vice versa. There is so much emotion, so many things unsaid. But with the things that happened, the decisions we took..." You slowly opened your eyes and felt your eyes sting, "And I don't want there to be such pain in my family."

Seeing you cry made Yunho's heart clench but he knew that his capabilities to help you were limited so he rushed to the cashier with a stack of tissue and offered it to you, making you chuckle at the amount he brought. "Sorry, I... I didn't mean to cry," you shakily said, cheeks burning out of embarrassment. Yunho immediately shook his head, "No, this is nothing compared to Mingi bawling because his favourite anime was ending," he scoffed. Knowing how passionate Mingi was with his anime, you knew how bad his crying must have been and you couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of a 6 ft man needing to be comforted like a baby in public.

Once you wiped all the tears and snot away, Yunho opened his mouth again, "I don't mean to make this seem so negative nor am I steering you into a certain direction or opinion, I just want to cover all the bases," you nodded in understanding, "Have you considered that it might not be that bad? I've seen other people who were better off being divorced and their kids seem all the better for it." To that, you couldn't help but smile softly, "Wooyoung and I are not like other people, our family was never like other people's."

Hearing you still felt so strongly about Wooyoung despite everything, brought a feeling of newfound respect in Yunho for you. A lot of people had been talking in the academy, people who were not in their inner circle that the reason why Wooyoung was not back to work yet was because you had left him and with what people know, they found entertainment it, deeming that he deserved to be left. While they tried their best to shut the conversation down, they couldn't help but have their opinion slightly swayed, skewed in your favour but leaning more towards condemning their own friend due to his action. They started putting themselves in your shoes, thinking what they would do had they been in your situation, had they been betrayed the way you had been. All of them imagined, and thought, and analyzed, and guessed, but here you were, the actual person who was experiencing the actual event, showing more humanity than anyone else ever could.

"I don't really talk about this, but my family has a past with cheating and while everyone acted like it was no big thing, I reacted rather poorly. I was one of those people who claimed that anyone who had been cheated should just leave their partner who cheated, I was rather adamant and I voiced my opinion rather obnoxiously. Because of that, I received a harsh talking to because my opinion, my belief was hurting the person who actually had to endure the pain. I was told that divorce should be plan zzz because marriage is a TON of work and people have the right to not want to do a lot of work but they should not get married. I was told that no one can come into marriage thinking "I could just get a divorce" because then your subconscious is already tainted and you will end up working your marriage towards a divorce. I was told that hard work happens every day in a marriage, not just when you go through hard things. When I got married, I learned what that actually meant because one day I was all lovey-dovey and so in love and I couldn't get enough of Wooyoung and the next, I wanted to strangle him just because he was breathing wrong when he was sleeping. Not to mention the kids, you know, people think that Woohyun is an angel, but he has his demons and Dayoung, as much as she's a handful, has her sweet moments too. I worked so hard for my marriage, my family. So in conclusion, I am... Painfully aware of what Wooyoung did and how it affected me and I don't think I can forgive him now but maybe it will happen... When or if I start working hard towards it. But I will never forget."

"So... You're really staying with him?" Yunho asked. You weren't sure what to answer because honestly, you're aware that any sane person with any self-respect who knew they could never forget what their partner did would have run far far away and started anew, those with or without children. So why couldn't you? Instead, you shrugged at Yunho, "I don't know, I'll have to see how we're going to work through this," you stated. "And... The baby?" "I'm planning on going to the hospital today to get the baby checked out. With what has been going on, I haven't had the time for a check-up since the last time." Yunho furrowed his eyebrows at your statement, "Last time? When was 'last time'?" "Remember the first time we found out Wooyoung was cheating on me? When he first hurt his back and Harin pretended to be his wife?"

For the second time that day, Yunho felt his jaw hang open in surprise. "You've known you were pregnant for so long and you didn't tell anyone!?" he screeched. "Well, I didn't know what to say or who to tell! It wasn't like the moment was right, I was stressed, under a lot of pressure, and I had now-things to worry about and deal with!" you defended.

Yunho slumped on his chair and huffed. "Well... When are you planning on telling Wooyoung about the baby? Do you need help or company?" he offered. You smiled and shrugged, "I'm planning on telling him with the ultrasound of the baby but I have to deal with getting Dayoung and Woohyun from the academy so it's-" "Hey, I can help get them!" Yunho said. You raised an eyebrow at him, "What?" "Yeah, yeah! I totally can help you get Dayoung and Woohyun from the academy! I'm going back there after this anyways, so it's perfect!" The way he got excited at the prospect of helping you was endearing and it helped made you feel... Seen.

"No, no, Yunho, I can't let you do that because Woohyun can be a handful and Dayoung finishes her classes an hour after Woohyun so you're gonna have to entertain Woohyun for a bit so-" "Which will be fine since I promised to teach him some new games!"

It was clear that Yunho was trying so hard to be useful. Not that usually he isn't, but you really didn't want to bother him.

"I don't know..." You sighed.

Yunho leaned on the table, looking into your eyes, "I can assure you that I can do this and I want to help. Please? So you'll have one thing less to worry about."

How could you say no when he was being so nice?

With a final sigh, you nodded. "Fine, but once any of them give you trouble-" "I'll send them to you in a bag," Yunho assured, saluting you. You rolled your eyes at him, "Bags might not be enough to contain them," you teased, causing Yunho to chuckle.

You said your goodbyes to each other, hugging in front of the cafe while thanking each other. You, because Yunho spared his time to talk, and Yunho, because you shared some very personal information and trusted him.

When you got into your car, you leaned back and closed your eyes as you waited for the engine to properly turn on. Whilst waiting, you felt your phone vibrate and you noticed it was a message from Wooyoung.

'Hey, I know you're out right now but I think we need to talk when you come back.'

"That makes two of us, bud," you scoffed before you tossed your phone to the passenger seat. Huffing one last time, you looked down at your stomach and smiled a little.

"Let's go give your daddy the heart attack he's due."

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[sunwoosbaby]

lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magniticent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride it and I would give this man the sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death DROPPING, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotising, ungodly, astonishing, leg trembling, back arched, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath " I can't take much more of this", breaths getting quicker, twitching, throbbing, eyes shut, lip biting, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up, spit upon the tongue twisting ground tip-talking against the mouth, sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit and lick to the bottom,

deepthroating, thrusting slower then faster, faster, FASTER twisting mouth around each side, spiritually enlightening, chakra aligning, mangekyo sharigan unlocking, golden light like a halo, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final, hardest release ever....and THEN I'd let him pound me so FUCKING HARD UNTIL HE IMPRENATES ME WITH HIS BABIES. My prayers for you be like no lube, no protection from the condom or the lord, all night all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the church, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, while i gasp for air and scream the lord's prayer, YOU sir can OBLITERATE me and uses no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking,