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HIS BABYSITTER FANTASY COME TRUE!

𝖘𝖚𝖒.ㅤ★ Dilf!Gojo fantasizing about taking his babysitter's virginity 'till it becomes a reality and oops... now he's fucking you off the bed 'n taking this to the floor like a wrestler!

𝖜𝖈ㅤ★ 6.7k (beefy like his di-)

𝖈𝖜ㅤ★ strictly NO under 18s, smut, virginity loss, plot, fucking the babysitter trope, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms/creampies, cunnilingus, aftercare 🫶, age gap (Gojo in his 30s, reader in her 20s), solo masturbation, pet names (good girl, slut, etc.), breast play, subtle breeding kink, daddy kink, big d!ck Gojo, he um... fucks a pillow while you give him an innocent massage

"I've always liked older men. Boys my age just don't get me, you know? Neither do they know how to fuck me."

That was one of the first things you said to Gojo Satoru.

And he nearly had a heart attack. Choked on his drink so hard that he had to spit half of it back into the glass.

How could you say something like that with such an angelic voice? It didn't match up, your words were nasty but your face was innocent.

Wiping his mouth, Satoru tried to recompose himself.

"Is that so...?" is all that he could manage to reply with.

He tugged at his baby blue shirt's collar, unbuttoned one button 'cause he couldn't breathe. His blood was pumping. His heart was thumping.

"How old did you say you were again?" you asked softly.

"Thirty-two." he replied. "And way too old for you."

"Perfect." you smiled.

"Huh?"

Mmm... now what did his best friend say about you? "Oh Satoru, I know a babysitter that you and the kids will just adore. She's a real sweetheart."

A sweetheart... uh, yeah, well Suguru didn't warn him about the fact you had a thing for dads. Didn't warn him that you might be crazy. Touch-starved. A way too horny and provocative twenty-something year old virgin.

Maybe Suguru didn't even see this side of you... maybe it was just Satoru that you were throwing yourself at. Surely Suguru would have told him all about a heated affair that he had with a babysitter... right? Or was he the only daddy that you fantasized about fucking your pretty brains out?

Just the thought of that being true made his ego swell and his blood rush down to his heavy cock. He loved thinking about the obvious fact that you laid in bed touching your pussy to the thought of him.

He endured your flirting. Held his hands behind his back. Bit his tongue. Told himself that he can't make out with his hot babysitter on a random Sunday afternoon, as much as he wanted to, because that was diabolical.

You were sitting on the couch alone some nights, ensuring his kids were entertained and fed and happy, while he was at work. You watched their favorite cartoons until they felt drowsy and then you had to tuck 'em into bed and read three separate bed time stories for each of them because Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara all liked different stories.

It was exhausting, but such a joy to babysit such sweethearts.

After they fell asleep, you'd wander a lonely path back downstairs and look at the time — 8:45 PM — then yawn big and snuggle up on the couch and... wait. And wait. Anddd... wait.

Satoru would always come home late from work.

You'd hear the click of the front door and have an almost Pavlovian reaction. Oh, daddy's home.

You'd strain your ears to hear his footsteps as he walked down the hall, hear the satin hiss of his loosening tie, the sound sparking your over-active imagination. And, pushing a stressed-out sigh past his lips, Satoru would walk into the living room to see you looking drowsy and messy after a long day of taking care of his three kids.

And it's that messy sight of you which made something click in Satoru's mind. That's what really sold him on you. Sure, you were a crazy hot mess... but you had this undeniable motherly quality about you that just made him wonder.

What if he gave you his babies?

Shit. Sorry. Random Friday night thoughts. Forgive him. He's been working at a desk all day and now he's feelin' a bit woozy.

He looked at you, mumbled a sweet but gruff "Hey." and then took a seat right next to you on the TV-lit couch. He sat a respectable distance away from you at first... but then, uh, the next second you had already scooched over to his side until you two were almost pressing thigh against thigh.

Exhausted. Apprehensive at how close his flirty babysitter liked to sit next to him, while at the same time getting half-hard at the thought of tearing off your tiny clothes and showing you just how frustrated a tease like you makes him. Satoru sat and endured.

Underneath all that teenage-like sexual tension, he was feeling welcomed home by you. He almost forgot how nice it felt to have someone waiting up for him.

"So, how was work?" you asked.

He grumbled. He sighed. He was half-hard and full-frustrated. No one had asked him that question in a long time in such a caring voice that it actually tugged at his heartstrings a bit. Just a bit.

"It was... um, yeah... like any other day. Long and hard."

"Long and hard..." you nodded, trailing off and letting the innuendo fill the air.

He gave you a look.

"Exactly how long and hard?" you asked.

He couldn't believe that your stupid jokes like that made him chuckle. And what a sight his smile was; his dimples, the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners, making the slightest age lines appear on his pale face.

"Ah, finally I got a smile out of you."

"And that's the only one you're getting." he shook his head.

Satoru brought his big hand to massage his shoulder, letting out a tense groan from his thought.

Oh, the pitiful look that you gave him made him wanna crawl onto your lap and weep. He'd worked so hard all week with scarce breaks, and all he wanted was a sweet, soft woman to lay upon, to be loved by, to fuck stupid, to use like a good stress-relieving fleshlight — ya know? Just a nice way to wrap up a hard week.

"You..." you began, pressing one long decorated nail into his firm pecs, "... look like you're in desperate need of a massage."

"Ahah... no, no..."

He stuttered, smiled a big toothy smile that made you wanna bite him. God, he really looked like that old photo of himself right then — that one you stole, remember? His graduation photo. He just looked too hot and you had to have a memento of him for your memory box.

Shit. You were crazy.

Satoru had no fucking idea whether you were making a dirty suggestion or just genuinely offering him a massage.

Either way, the thought of your hands on him got the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

Though the rational side of his brain was telling him to refuse your offer, the ghost of the crazed fuckboy that he used to be forced him to accept — like, fuck, what kind of idiot would you be if you refused a pretty girl to work her hands on you, Satoru? Don't put your past self to shame, he thought, you're only gonna get older one day and then that thing ain't even gonna sit up like a good boy without some treats... yeah... that's right... you're gonna be real fucking old one day, Satoru... think about it...

"You know what, actually...? Yeah, I'd love one... but you better be good." he said in a low rasp.

"Oh, don't worry — I'm the best." you grinned like a sweet little devil.

I'll fucking bet you are, cheeky slut, he thought.

He looked like he was holding back all his raw lust. Like if you said just one more thing like that then he would tear your clothes right off your slutty little body and fuck you until every thought flew out of your head except for thoughts of him.

****

Yeah, that martial artist discipline of his really came in handy once you started massaging his shoulders and back. If he hadn't been so strict on himself, he would have...

"Gosh, you're sooo tense, Mr. Gojo... relax."

... I need to fuck her brains out. That's the first thought that he had to push out of his head.

"... let me take the weight of your shoulders..." you nearly whispered, working your hands into his meaty muscle.

Ooh he slipped, he totally gave in.

"Mmm..." he let out a purring moan, feeling the pressure of your fingertips sink into his sore muscles. "That feels good... keep going."

You were trying to keep it cool and professional... er, as professional as you could with your hands exploring Gojo Satoru's muscular back.

Having the lights down low didn't help much. Everything was turning you on. Your clit was already buzzing and begging for attention from behind your thin panties.

This was babymaking atmosphere.

You were going insane, soaking your panties and twitching 'cause you've got a hot dad groaning under your touch.

"Y' can go a little harder..." he muttered in a rough voice.

"M'kay..."

"Mmm..." he let out that purring moan again, this time stretching it out.

Something was so erotic about giving him a massage, even though it wasn't supposed to be — uh, it really wasn't supposed to be, right? Right? It's not like you planned this out all night, not like you were scheming while watching cartoons and waiting for Gojo Satoru to come home.

Ah c'mon... he's an overworked man in need of a massage. Just listen to him, he's moaning like he's — oh, he's closing his eyes, too? He must be really feeling it. His breath is becoming choppy, too.

"Just a bit more..."

"Like this?"

"Yeahhh... just like that."

His mouth hung open in bliss. He squirmed a little. Shit... he could feel himself throbbing. Even slightest friction of his pants shifting along his painfully hard cock was already intense enough to make him clench his jaw.

You smirked, catching a delicious glimpse of the prominent outline of his bulging cock right before he instinctively covered it up with a pillow.

Damn, how does he keep such a monster hidden under such thin dress pants?

Sticking your tongue out in focus as you deliberately massage a spot on his back that makes him moan out the most, Satoru rolls his eyes back and dies a little orgasmic death.

"Yeah... th-that's it... right there... right there... you can go harder."

"Like this?"

"Yeahhh... good g- uhhh, th-that's good." he purred, holding back his tongue just in time because oops, he almost called you a good girl without even thinking.

Oh, that pillow coverage sure helped to keep his boner out of sight but then he had a new problem... the pleasurable friction of the pillow and the fact his stubborn hips liked to move on their own.

Without trying to make it obvious, he was getting off with the pillow, shifting it as inconspicuously as he could but he just couldn't get enough friction — shit, when was the last time that he was so horny he could even enjoy fucking a pillow? It was insane how hard he was, how much his cock oozed sticky precum, how every inch stood at attention asking politely to stretch out some good babysitter pussy.

He shut his pretty blue eyes when started feeling reaaally good. Like, god, he needed this more than he needed air. It was such a shit day at work, but now all the stress that he had built up throughout the day just melted away with each subtle thrust of his bulge into the pillow, and your soft hands digging into his muscular back.

I wanna fuck her so bad.

"Uhhh, fuckkkkkkk...!" he let out a broken moan.

You stopped massaging his back, eyes blown wide open, trying to hold back your shock and snickering. He had worked up a subtle sweat. His muscles were twitching. He was gasping. It was so obvious to you what had just happened.

"Mister?"

"Huh?" he blinked the stars out of his eyes, coming-to as if his orgasm knocked him out for a second.

"Are you okay...?"

He opened his eyes and... oh, there was a wet patch on his dress pants where he just came. Oops. A little massaging and pillow-fucking and he came all over his thigh? Well, that had never happened before. Guess his cock was just super sensitive after not having sex for so long — but you didn't hear that from me...

Satoru gulped. He abruptly stood up, acting as nervous as a bird, "Um, uh... it's late, isn't it? I've gotta drive you home..."

"Aw, okay." you frowned at him, wiggling your hips like you were expecting more.

And he looked at your wiggling hips, your slightly spread apart legs, and then he let a nasty thought pass his mind, and nearly caved and asked you if you wanted to...

****

God, you had your legs apart and he could smell your ovulation. No no, don't call him crazy. He could smell it.

And as he went upstairs to wipe the cum off his inner thighs and change into new pants, he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that you must have been soaked. You must have had the prettiest pussy ever.

Oh, he threw his head back and groaned when he met you back downstairs because while he tried acting professional, now you were all worked up and in an outrageously flirty mood.

You were about to say something outrageous again but he stopped you dead on your tracks.

"Shut up, I don't want to hear it. Let's go." he said, grabbing his keys.

You saluted him playfully, "Yes, daddy."

He did a double take. "What?"

"Nothing." you smiled innocently.

His eyes caught yours, then he rubbed his cheek like he was stressed out.

It was really obvious why he liked you, but Satoru was aching to ask why on earth you like him so much.

Didn't you think he was an egotistical asshole? That's how his ex-wife described him, anyways.

*****

"So you're a Sagittarius, huh?" you ask, little voice dripping in sultriness and setting off alarm bells in the fuckboy side of his mind. "That's hot."

"Uh-huh."

He's driving you home. 60 mph. Switching lanes. Bright blue eyes blind-spotting to the left. Next they're side-eyeing you. Catching on your pretty baby angel face. Trying to keep it together, but his cock is starting to make a bulge in his pants again. Something you've discovered is that the poor man doesn't even change out of his suit most days; when he comes home he just faceplants into bed and falls asleep.

"A december baby?"

"Yup. December seventh." he replies curtly.

Relax, Satoru. It's just conversation. Just innocent, professional conversation with the babysitter who just witnessed you fucking a pillow and cumming in your pants.

After a steadying inhale, he politely returns the question, "What about you? When's your birthday?"

Satoru pays you a brief glance before bringing his gaze back to the speedometer. 50 mph.

Just that one question turns into a deep exploration of your psyche.

"... I just don't like guys my age... like, god, they don't even turn me on anymore."

You give a dramatic pause before looking at him with a nympho fire in your eyes.

"Hey, you're an old man — got any sage advice for me?"

"Hey, who you callin' an old man?"

"Sorryyy, I'm just being cheeky."

"I can tell."

"Sooo... what's your advice?"

Satoru furrows his brows. "For what?"

"For getting older guys to pay one small glance to a sweet girl like me?"

He tenses up and doesn't reply.

You're insane. Worse, you're even more insane than he was when he was your age.

His cock is throbbing against his inner thigh. Again. Precum. Everywhere. How dare you? He's in-between throttling you and stopping off on the side of the highway to bend you over his car's hood to show you he ain't no old man. What a cheek...

"This is your turnoff, isn't it?"

"... yeah."

You watch him flick on the turn signal. You catch his eyes just before he blind-spots again.

As he's pulling off the highway, you pull a dumb joke out of your brain, eager to get a response from him.

"It's my turnoff. But ya wanna know my turn-on?"

"..." he doesn't reply, just gives you a look, then tears his eyes off you and rubs his fingers over his mouth.

"C'mon." you encourage, "You're so uptight; let me humor you a little."

"I'm pretty sure I can guess your turn-on."

You tilt your head at him expectantly. He purses his lips. Drives down your street. Pulls into your driveway. Parks. Unbuckles his seatbelt with a tantalizing slowness that sparks your imagination — d'you wonder if he unbuckles his belt that slowly, too?

Satoru offers one lazy guess. "Older men?"

"Bingo!"

He stifles a smile, shakes his head, thinks you're crazy, and then opens his car door and steps out, leaving you to giggle and unbuckle your seatbelt alone.

He swerves 'round the hood of the car over to your side, and reappears at your window to open your door for you.

"Wow. Handsome and chivalrous? Why'd your wife let a gem like you go?"

"... that's not really any of your business."

"Aw, c'mon... I'm just dripping with curiosity."

He doesn't reply again, just walks you silently to your front door. His heart is beating faster as he eyes out the curve of your ass. That tight sundress shows just the faintest hint of a thong underneath.

Just a thin sundress? A tiny thong underneath? God you're so fuckable, he thinks. So, so fuckable. And the worst part is that you're one of the girls who knows you're hot. That's why you bounce around in front of men like him like you're a reckless bunny.

He's trying so hard to block out wild fantasies of ripping the fabric off your tight body and fucking you into a dumb, slutty mess.

Block it out, Satoru, block it out.

Finally, he replies to the question you posed earlier.

"I'm full of myself, apparently." he says bitterly.

"You're full of yourself?" you tilt your head, a light confusion glossing over your features.

He's so patient and fatherly to his kids; a jovial and wholesome man. I mean, he takes his kids to every place they wanna go, makes gingerbread houses with them in the festive season, plays pretend with them, sets up outdoor adventures in his backyard, gets dressed up in a ridiculous costume for Halloween and takes them out trick-or-treating every year without fail. For god's sake, he bought a hot pink set of baking cookware just because Nobara fancied herself a chef.

He gives his all to his kids, how could anyone think he's full of himself?

"... seems like your wife was wrong about you." you reply.

"Ex-wife. And nah, you'll probably agree with her if ya stick around me long enough — " he speaks self-deprecatingly of himself, but then you interrupt him.

"— mmm, if I stick around ya for to long... y'think I'll end up being full of you, too?"

He stutters. Blood rushes to his cock.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Satoru blinks at you in total disbelief. Again, an innocent face like you saying such outrageous shit is just insane to him.

"You've got a nasty conscience, you know that?"

"N'aw, don't mind me. I'm just having fun, being a little silly." you giggle, eyes all over him and his pretty, rideable face.

"Well, I wouldn't call flirting with older men being 'silly'..."

"And I wouldn't call pillow-fucking being 'professional'..."

Oh god. Oh my fucking god. He's breaking in two like a kitkat.

Satoru is rendered fucking silent. He's stunned. He's red.

"Goodnight." is all he replies with. And then he leaves. What the hell else is he supposed to say to that? You're crazy.

Now you got him all worked up and he doesn't know what to do. If younger Satoru knew that one day in his thirties he'd meet a slutty babysitter... oh, god. Younger Satoru would be pumping his fist in the air.

But he's gotta keep playing it cool, 'cause there's no way he can fuck his babysitter... there's NO way...

... so there he is that very night tucked in his black satin sheets, leaky cock in his fist and jaw slacked, face sweaty, fucking himself to supposedly real "I fucked my babysitter" erotica stories. No, he's not one for porn videos. He just wants to lay back and picture your pretty face with no disturbances. He just wants to lay wayyy back on his king-sized bed, fisting his cock with soft fwupfwupfwups while picturing his babysitter's pussy sitting pretty on him.

He groans at his dirty little fantasies as he slides his hand up and down his shaft, getting so lost in the idea of taking your virginity that he forgets all about the erotica story he's reading and jus' closes his eyes, head thunking back against the headboard in bliss and cock dripping like a leaky faucet, practically drooling all over his lower abdomen.

"Good girl; take it all, just like that..." he mutters.

He slides his thumb over his leaky tip and holds it over the hole, smearing precum everywhere as it oozes out, getting his cock wetter before going back to stroking it at a steady speed. His breath gets ragged as he lures his orgasm out.

He's never met a virgin as slutty as you before, that's for sure.

Shit, he really shouldn't be thinking about fucking his babysitter. He really shouldn't tease his cock to thoughts of taking your virginity. It shouldn't bring on his orgasm to picture you trapped underneath his heavy muscles, cumming all over his mature cock.

"... ugh!" he moans out, shifting down the headboard and curling his toes. "Fuck! Fuck... oh, shit, baby..."

Just like that, his jaw slacks in pleasure 'n his cock shoots out thick ribbons of cum and he's creaming all inside you — oh, sorry. That was just in his fantasies.

In reality, he's just cum all over his abs and chest. It shot up so high that it almost reached his neck.

He pants and looks down at the wasted seed that he coulda pumped inside you.

Groaning as he comes down from his high, Satoru lays with his long legs spread out on his bed for a while and curses himself for thinking of fucking his babysitter.

And then he starts weighing the pros and cons of actually doing it.

Yeah, he stares up at the ceiling after jerking off for like thirty minutes, cum splattered on his abs, thinking about how bad of an idea it would be to actually fuck his slutty babysitter.

No, Satoru. You can't. Absolutely no — no fucking the babysitter. Satoru? Bad boy. Don't do it. I know she's fuckable but you cannot fuck your —

****

— so like a week later, he's spreading your legs and crawling inbetween them.

He's placing rough kisses against your lips like he's almost angry about being this horny.

"Nn!" you whine, feeling his fingertips press against your clothed pussy, pushing against your entrance.

"Aw, you're soakin' your panties just from a little bit of kissing? Aren't you cute." he murmurs on your skin.

"Sh-shut up and fuck me... I can't take this teasing." you spit back, pulling him back into a rough kiss.

He chuckles into your mouth, tongue slithering over yours and tangling up with it for a few seconds before he pipes up;

"I'm just getting back at you for all the teasing I endured from your slutty ass."

Biting your lip. Pulling away. Letting out a purely erotic noise. Sliding his big hands down your sides and gripping you like you're his woman.

Oh now your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Let's get you nice and ready for me, hm?" he husks, lips dangerously close to your clothed pussy.

Oh now your heart rate spikes to an alarming rate. Fuck. You're actually doing it. You're actually gonna fuck an older guy.

He plants a rough kiss on top of your pussy, chin pressing against your buzzy clit.

"Mm...!" you press your lips together, trying to keep some sort of composure but you can't 'cause you've got Gojo Satoru between your legs — who the hell would be able to stay composed in your position?

Damn, it drives him crazy when your inner thighs graze the sides of his cheeks. You're ruffling up his hair. He's going down on you.

A moment later, he's pushing your panties aside and lapping at your pussy. Another moment later, he's curling his tongue up inside you.

"Oh my god th-that feels good..." you gasp, feeling his slippery tongue writhe inside.

"Mmm, I know it does."

He feels smug hearing this, pressing an open-mouthed smile against your pussy lips as he sticks his tongue as deep into you as he can possibly go, eyeing your blissed-out expressions. Sliding his tongue out, spitting on your pussy, rubbing sloppy frantic circles on your clit, Satoru's acting like a total show off.

It makes you hide your face between your palms.

"Ah-ah-ah... I want you to watch." he growls, "Don't you dare take your eyes off me, m'kay? That's a good girl."

Tip of his nose nudging your clit as he tongue-fucks you into hazy bliss, you're moaning like you never knew you could.

And he's just in heaven, 'cause he's got your juices dribbling down his chin and glossing his lips better than his favorite lip gloss — uh-huh.

"Mister! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck — nnn! G-gojooo!" you start mewling his name and he goes faster, trying to chase your orgasm out with full intent to leave you hanging.

Your breath is staggering, pussy pulsing with that edge of pleasure and oh, suddenly he's retracting his tongue from your weeping, spasming hole before you can cum all over his face.

Yep. He leaves you hanging.

"Wait — ! Nn, I was gonna c—"

"— y'know, princess" he interrupts, wiping your slick off his cheek with his fingers and licking it off right before your wide eyes, "I really think we're past the formalities; call me Satoru."

Half-dazed and ditzy on the pleasure of a missed orgasm, you watch as Satoru pulls away from you, his knees digging into the mattress and weighing it down.

Veiny hands find his belt and smoothly undo it, whipping off with a loud crack.

"O-oh?" you breathe excitedly.

He smirks, seeing how your eyes are glued to his bulge, "Aw, ya gonna perv on me while I strip for ya?" he teases, then clicks his tongue in regret when you reply with a lamb-like look, "Hahaha, don't get shy on me now. I'm just teasing."

Absolutely drooling over his physique as he strips his clothes off tantalizingly slowly, Satoru's been so composed up until now; as he unbuttons and unzips his long zipper, you notice how ragged his breathing actually is. Like he needs it bad. Like his cock is getting strangled by his clothes.

After hastily taking his pants off, Satoru quickly frees his eager cock from his boxer briefs.

And your eyes go wiiide.

"Oh."

Pale. Pink. Stiff. Leaky. Bit of an upper curve. Thick veins. What's that, like maybe a nine? No, no, there's no way. Actually, on second look, maybe?

"C'mere, let me have you." he rasps, one hand gripping his dummy big cock.

"That is not gonna fit inside me."

His ego swells. Ah, how many girls have said that to him in his life? And it never gets old.

"Nah, it'll fit."

You twitch excitedly, breath catching in your throat as Satoru comes closer to you and snuggles his slim waist between your legs which you just keep spreading wider and wider, so ready to take him even though you're nervous as hell.

"Ready to get ya cherry popped, cutie?" he asks.

He taps his cock against your entrance, coats it in your slippery juices, teases that hot tip in 'n out.

"Yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhfuck! Holy shit! Um! Uh!"

"What is it?" he throws a smug smile your way.

He watches intently as your pouty lips move, "'Big, 's really fucking big...! Ooh, god! Nn! Nnn!"

"You're so cute." he arches over you, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

His head starts to spin as he slides inside you.

Fuck. He's actually doing it. Sure, he fucked that flight attendant once. Yeah, he had a couple flings. He was a nasty, sex-crazed fuckboy in his youth. And yet... nothing felt as nasty as this.

This is everything he ever fucking needed. This is the sweet and nasty girl that he's craved for all his life. The rest were too nasty, some too sweet, but you? A perfect slut.

Satoru's curving up into you and teasing your sweet spots with his tip like he's letting 'em know that soon they're gonna get bullied with his hard-hitting strokes.

And your pussy's happily getting stretched out, walls clinging to every inch he pushes in like she's so thankful that you finally gave her something besides your fingers or toys to clench around.

"Ah, fuck, that's tight."

"I'm sorry!"

"No, no, it's a good thing... just relax a little more, 'm gonna push it deeper, is that okay?"

"Yes, please... oh please, fuck, yes give me everything!"

He grins, "No need to ask twice." he murmurs, right before he's sinking another few of his inches into your struggling pussy.

Satoru just comes undone at the feeling of being inside you.

His big hands come to squeeze your breasts, jiggling them around with a playful tongue poking out his mouth like he's just tempted to put his mouth on them.

So he does, y'know he's already lost enough self-restraint to the point where he's fucking his babysitter, so of course he's gonna give into his urge to suck on your breasts.

His hot, wet mouth envelopes your sensitive nipple, tongue flicking against it 'till he draws out cute whimpers from you.

He's pulling his mouth off, kissing the curve of your cleavage, groping a handful of your breasts, looking down at you like he knows damn well no boys your age are gonna fuck you as good as him — shit, scratch that, ain't fuckin' nobody in your whole life gonna fuck you as good as he will.

When your walls permit him to go deeper, Satoru stutters out like he's the virgin here, "F-f-fuck, there you go, baby, jus' take my cock like you're meant to, yeah?"

He moves his hips, relishing that sloppy sound of your pussy gushing around him — oh god you're bucking your hips to meet his hips 'n you're driving him crazy makin' him think for a split second about remarrying.

Like, he's going insane, he's actually going insane.

Hardly ten minutes later and he's fucking you into your first orgasm, loving how you can't even control how hard you cum on his cock. He's ruthlessly rubbing your clit throughout your orgasm, eager to make your eyes roll back completely. And it's making you freak the fuck out, 'cuz no one else has done this to you. No one has brought you to a real orgasm before.

And he can tell.

It makes him twitch and dive deeper into your sopping hole, eager to lure out as much juice as he can 'cause there's nothing he loves more than a creamy mess on his cock.

He's bending and pushing you into the positions he loves, thrusting at a steady pace that you can keep up with at first but sometimes he'll go harder, harder, harder until you're sobbing and wailing out so loudly that he needs to clamp a hand over your mouth.

He chuckles, "Quiet down, princess. You're gonna wake up my kids at this rate."

" 'm shorry!" you mumble into the palm of his hand, feeling his cock drill into your sweet spots and pressure your walls like crazy.

"No, no. Don't be sorry. It's cute. You're taking me so well," he praises, "Doing so so well for me, princess."

Those soft coos don't match his nasty strokes. He's railing you like he's trying to fuck every last bit of virginity out of your pussy, 'till it remembers the shape of his cock, 'till it clings to him, 'till it knows who's ya daddy.

Especially while prone-boning you. Damn, who forgot to give this guy the handbook on How to Fuck a Virgin? He's pounding into you and grunting like he's gone psycho... ohhhhehasn'thaddpussyinlikeayear. Okay. Makes sense.

"Ah, fuck — fuckin' look at me while I fuck you," he commands, sweaty cheek pressing against yours. Satoru grabs your jaw and makes you look at him, loving your lewd expressions. "Haha, such a fucked-out face... cute."

He thrusts faster into you, not even letting much of his cock in 'cause he knows form experience that virgin pussy just can't handle all of that. So he's easing out each time he accidentally dives in too deep.

And when he pounds up into you like that, it makes sense why the phrase "fucking your brains out" came about. His cock has got you in a crazy back arch, got you seeing stars. No thoughts. Just pussy spasms.

"Harder!! 'want it harder! Please! Fuck me harderrr!!" you plead, totally cockdrunk on Gojo Satoru.

"Are you sure 'bout that, sweetheart? 'Cause I don't think you can handle it..."

"Please!!" you beg.

"Aw... 'can't say no to that fuckable face, can i?" he throws your leg over his shoulder, repositioning himself, grinning, "Take a deep breath. You tell me if it's too much, m'kay? Y'can tap out at any time."

"Yeah, yeah! I know!!" you respond so eagerly it makes him giggle.

As instructed, you take a deep breath. But honestly, did it really prepare you for getting fucked this hard? Um, no.

"Fuck, fuck!! Nnn... god, fuck me! Yesyesyes, just like that please!!"

"Ah, shit, baby..."

"God, you're gonna — you're gonna break the bed, 'Toruuu!"

"I'm gonna break you first." he moans, pounding every last inch of his cock into your happy little pussy, gives your g-spot a beating that has your whole body on the brink of insanity.

"Ughhh... fuck!" you choke up, you hiccup, you sob and wail — and he has to kiss you quiet.

My god did you need this. You needed to indulge in this nastiness, 'cuz who the hell else is ever gonna give you the fucking of a lifetime? Uh, yeah, that's right...

"Yeah, keep enjoying my fucking cock. You know nobody else is gonna fuck you as good as this, little slut." he whispers into your ear, cheek sticky with sweat 'n pressing against yours.

What kind of man did his ex-wife think he was? Full of himself? Nah... he wasn't that full of himself. C'mon now...

"... fuck you look so good cumming on my cock like that. Aw, you shaking? Can't handle it? Am I just too good at fucking you, huh? Wanna cum again? Come on, use your words, you're a big girl. You wanna cum again, don't you? I know you want it. I know you love my cock, 'course you do... 'm fucking perfect, baby. 'N you're gonna take every perfect fucking inch of me."

Oh. Okay. Maybe he is full of himself.

Well, he's full of himself and now you're full of him, too.

Satoru isn't shy about pumping a thick, gooey cumload inside you. He isn't shy about frothing up his creampie during round two, either. And he isn't shy about flipping you into missionary and pushing your trembling legs back and sliding his cock in again.

"Can ya do one more for me, baby?"

"Y-yeah!"

"Aw, but you look exhausted..." he grins. "I wouldn't wanna break my favorite babysitter on accident."

"I'm okay, I swear! I can take it!" you start babbling.

Sweat is dripping off your bodies and soaking the bed. The room smells like sex. His muscles are pressing into you. He's diving into you like a swimmer and grunting and making a dent in the wall 'cause that headboard is banging into the wall just as hard as he's banging into you. Neither of you even notice the dent in the wall. You're just stuck together, connected in that one place, fucking like bunnies.

You palm at his abs, pressing flat against them and melting at the feeling of his mmmaturemusclestwitchingohgodbless, you're so gone after feeling his sweat gather on your hand and catching a glimpse of the bulge his cock makes inside you.

Satoru blanks when your small hand feels up his muscles. Now his thrusts got your lower tummy shuddering and you just wonder what he's thinking when his brows furrow together in such serious focus at your fertile pussy.

"Ohmygodohmygodyou'regonnafuckingbreakme!!" you squeal, fisting the pillow and nearly crying into it.

He giggles, slowing his thrusts to a pace your poor, abused pussy can handle better, "Sorry, doll, you jus' got me too excited when you touched me like that."

"Nn!!" you fist the sheets in your hand, realizing just how far he fucked you to the edge of the bed — the two of you were nearly falling off the bed until uh, oops, you were on the floor?

"Ahh-ahhh! Ah! AH! Wh-what kinda... wrestling move is this, Satoru! Fuck, go easy on me!! 'M gonna cum again!!"

He's too into it to bother getting the two of you back on the bed. Now he's just pinning you down on the plush carpeted floor, railing your tight cunt from behind like he owns it. He may as well, honestly.

"Oh yeah?" he grunts, "Cum again on my cock. Lemme see you work it out on my cock. C'mon, isn't this the cock you wanted so badly? Put on a show for me, baby."

"Ahh!!" you sluttily cry out, bouncing your hips up and down and working your pussy on just six of his nine inches.

"Fuuuck... look at that back arch... haha, you already runnin' outta stamina? Yeah, tell me about it. It's hard work fuckin' a big cock, isn't it? Okay, okay, spoiled princess..." he mutters, hearing your exhausted pleas, "Perk that ass up, lemme show you how it's done."

"But this position is so — AH!" you kick your legs as he slides deeper with each quick stroke.

His tip's prodding at a spot you don't even recognize; a sweet gummy spot that's like your off button. You can't keep your mouth shut and now you're getting so loud that he's gotta clamp a hand on your mouth again, pushing you into the carpeted floor and not stopping his hard-hitting thrusts for a looong few seconds, driving it deep.

He picks up his pace, balls slapping into your clit so loudly that he can't even complain about the loudness of your moans. That skin-slapping 'n squelching could wake up the neighborhood.

"Fuck," he grunts, "Ah, ah... stay right there, 'gonna make you a mama..."

You thrash your legs around, "Nn! Please!" you squeal, feeling his warm seed pour into you again without warning. Just that feeling makes you cum. Hard. Satoru's cock freaks out at the feeling of your pussy's milking contractions along his length, making his tender tip spurt out a little bit more cum against your cervix.

It's so bad. You really shouldn't love getting creampied by an older man this much, let alone your... uh, boss?

Worse. He shouldn't have such a big fucking smile on his sweaty face. He shouldn't be rolling his eyes back in satisfaction like that, like he finds it so funny that he actually did it.

"God, you sure loved milking me, huh?" he smiles wide, bangs soaked and sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Nnn..." you nod, totally exhausted.

He watches you trying to catch your breath, gulping and gasping. He slides his softening cock out of your over-creampied pussy, earning a small whimper from you. Oh, you feel so empty now, it's crazy. Just how did he pack all of that cock inside you? He can't figure it out, either.

"You okay, sugarplum?" he asks sensitively, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

"Yahhh..." you weakly whimper back, wiggling your foot cutely, "Need t' cleanup... need help w-walking..."

All his creampies bubble out your pussy.

He stifles a laugh, feeling a bit guilty. Satoru presses a kiss to your back, peeling you off the floor and practically carrying you to the bathroom — floor and walls black tiles, every corner spelling 'rich boy' in bold letters.

Carefully and slowly, Satoru helps to clean you up, massaging your sore parts with his big hands, peppering your neck in the sweetest little kisses as if he didn't just rearrange your guts and ruin your pussy for other men.

"So... how's it feel, not being a virgin anymore?" he asks with a dirty big bad fuckboy smile.

You simply blush and smile shyly in response. It makes him laugh.

"Aw, are you all shy now, pookums? Shit, I think I fucked tha nasty outta you..."

You nuzzle him, looking about ready to sleep, and it just melts his heart.

"Mm, y'know... Suguru was right about you; you're a real sweetheart. I think I might just have 'ta keep you around for a long time."

ㅤ🍒 x 🐇 x 💗@𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖎

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aquasoftware · 2 months ago

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★ VANILLA WITH A CHERRY ON TOP 🜼

Desc | Kento Nanami meets you at the library, recommends you filthy books, wears his fancy business suits, and kisses your hand like a gentleman. He’s patient, polite, and sweet. But when you finally give him your body, you realize there’s absolutely nothing vanilla about the way he makes love to you.

Cw | MDNI 18+ Cherry popping, soft/service dóm! Kento, súb! Reader, body worsh!p, óraI f!xat!on (f rece!v!ng,) f**t play, chóklng, brèèd!ng/cr3amp!e, overst!m, pra!sè, tùmmý buIgè, nanami has a Prince AIbert piercing, f!nger!ng, cúm pIay, d!rty tàIk, & aftercàre + ML | Drabble

“Vanilla”! Nanami is a man who you meet at a library, his gentle smile is so warm your heart completely melts everytime you glance at him and he flashes one, but you ignore the fact that he’s standing in the erotica section, glasses perched on his nose, quietly flipping through each page like it’s classic literature.

“Vanilla”! Nanami is observant to a pulp. He notices how you always ask for help reaching a book on the top shelf, even though he’s certain you’ve worn heels taller than that. He picks up on how you linger after conversations end, eyes dancing between his lips and his shirt that’s slightly unbuttoned allowing his pecs to happily greet you. How your gaze is anything but innocent, yet he never calls you out on it.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who never flirts explicitly—he just speaks in a tone so sultry and calm it makes your stomach twist.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who always has book recommendations for you, and every time they’re a little more suggestive than the last. “This one had beautiful prose,” he claims, handing you something with chapters full of longing, pinning, or toe-curling tension.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who underlines details in his books that remind him of you, then gets shy when you find them. He’ll mumble "It's just good writing,” but won’t meet your eyes when you see what he underlined is the filthiest smut possible.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who gives you his number after realizing you often come to the library just to constantly see him, he slides you his phone like he’s making a business deal with the contacts screen open uttering “let’s keep in touch.”

“Vanilla”! Nanami is the type that easily falls in love with you, your conversations over the phone nearly lure him in over the screen, your voice is so saccharine he’s desperate for a glass of wine to calm him down, he’s almost embarrassed at how weak in the knees he is for how intelligent you are, your shared hobbies and how your personality is just as attractive as your face.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who sends you photos of his open books along the cozy spots he reads in with captions like “Wish you were here.” (You wonder if he means the reading with him or his lap.)

“Vanilla”! Nanami officially takes you on a plethora of dates after a long while of talking and he’s this huge gentleman, he takes you on real dates. The kind with linen napkins, dim lighting, and soft jazz in the background. He pulls out your chair without thinking twice, gently wipes sauce from your cheek with his thumb, and feeds you bites of dessert with his fork, as his eyes never leave yours.

“Vanilla”! Nanami chuckles when he eventually meets your best friend and she mutters into your ear “I didn’t know you were into squares Y/n.”

“Vanilla”! Nanami who goes quiet for a moment when you tell him you’re a virgin—not because he minds, but because he suddenly feels the weight of your trust.

“Vanilla”! Nanami becomes careful with his words when he finally speaks “I just don’t want to overwhelm you,” he says nervously, placing a loving kiss on the back of your hand. “You deserve someone who’s patient with you… who makes it feel right.”

“Vanilla”! Nanami who tries not to become too emotional when you tell him that someone is him, his ears are tainted a rose pink. His eyes gloss over you as if you’re only someone he’d be able to find in his dreams.

“Vanilla”! Nanami tries to make things perfect for your first time, wanting things to be so memorable that he (unknowingly) ruins you for any other man. He lights coconut scented candles, decorates the entire room with rose petals and there’s a tray of two wine glasses waiting for the both of you afterwards.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who isn’t so vanilla after all, especially when you makeout with him, you’ll understand exactly why he was in the erotica section. Your cherry flavored lip gloss is only an excuse why his lips keep chasing yours for more, he holds your jaw with his fingertips like he’s unworthy of being able to touch you.

“Vanilla”! Nanami takes a deep breath when you tell him you’re finally ready, asking “Are you sure about this?” He presses a featherlight kiss to your forehead once you eagerly nod.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who bites his lip trying not to laugh when you apologize for not wearing anything sexy underneath your clothes and he undresses you to reveal a matching SpongeBob set. He reassures you by saying “You’re sexy in whatever you feel comfortable wearing.” And he gently rubs your back.

“Vanilla”! Nanami unclasps your bra, carefully planting kisses on your bare chest as if it's a delicate flower waiting to be picked. At first he acted as if he had all the time in the world, twirling your bud between his fingers, but then he instantly gave in when you pleaded for more—latching onto your nipple, while suckling as if it could produce sweet nectar.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who preps you for hours eating you out, and if you’re insecure about how you look down there? It’s just an excuse for him to eat you out like his life is on the line, sucking your clit until your thighs are shaking, until his head is practically being crushed to death by your thighs, or until you’re desperately humping his face like a needy slut.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who preps you with another hour of fingering, going painfully slow, refusing to rush things at all. His fingers are thick, so when he curls up and hits that g-spot each stroke? You nearly drool, throwing your head back into the flood of pillows, swearing it’s better than the smut you read.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who shocks you when you learn he has a prince albert piercing and you quickly learn what those hours of prepping was for. When you tell him “I would’ve never guessed you’d have a piercing there!?” He responds, shaking his head “I got it in my youth, but couldn’t bring myself to remove it.” If he notices any concern on your face he tenderly kisses your jawline and lets you hold his hand.

“Vanilla”! Nanami eases in but he goes feral when you cry “Kento, fuck! N-need you faster baby, please.” He throws your legs over your shoulders and can’t help but to suck your pretty white manicured toes, causing you to gasp out of shock, yet pure pleasure.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who thrives off the erotic books he reads, knowing it ingrained the words in his head on what to say, he feels like he won a medal each time he evokes deafening moans when he praises you murmuring “You’re doing so well for me sweetheart,” or “take all of me, mmmh, just like that.”

“Vanilla”! Nanami purposefully presses a big hand on your tummy bulge as he slows down his pace just so you can feel his piercing nudge deliciously against your weak spots.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who tries not to cross any boundaries with you but when you guide his hand to your throat it’s practically testing him, he remembers from a guide that teaches you should start off with small pressure. When you squeeze his cock at the light pressure? He considers putting a baby in you on the spot.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who makes you orgasm for the ninth time that night, when he reaches down to rub your clit while you're spasming around him. As soon as you finish, he doesn’t last long asking “Where do you want me princess?” His eyes nearly roll back when you say “I want your cum inside me baby.” He cums so deep, you’ll feel it in your womb the next day.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who watches as his cum oozes out your swollen cunt, and eats you out one last time, “for good measure.”

“Vanilla”! Nanami who has insane aftercare he cuddles with you, constantly asks if you’re okay, feeds you grapes like he worships the ground you walk on, and holds up your wine for you to drink.

“Vanilla”! Nanami who is anything but vanilla.

Divider/Boarders produced by uzmacchiato & dollywons

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Song written by Koi’lani/@aquasoftware.

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ttsukiimi · 1 year ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ B⍣CKSHOTS MAKE YOU FEEL RELIEVED!

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ After the kids leave to a friend’s, it’s just you and your husband. You and a 6 foot 2 s⍣x addict who’s not afraid of f⍣cking another child into you.

★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ toji x fem!reader, smut (mdni), breeding k⍣nk, stomach bulge, unprotected, implied breeding k⍣nk, implied size difference, bigd⍣ck!toji, established relationship, reader referred to as (baby, princess.)

“Toji—“

“C’mon, baby. Know you want it too.”

“I do but—“

“You do. So open your legs ‘n let me have my way with you.”

All you could do was nod and watch as the bigger, built man on top of you smirked—and, fuck you could just die right then and there from the way his eyes hungrily surveyed your body, practically undressing you of the skimpy set of pajamas you had on.

Toji licked his lips, tongue sliding over his scar as his large hands made way to your core. “Promise I’ll take good care of this pussy.”

A blink and he already had your bottoms off, whistling to himself as he instantly found a wet spot on your panties. You looked away and he chuckled, his thick fingers already moving the material aside and swiping up your folds.

“Dirty girl.”

You whimpered from the contact and instinctively tried to close your legs around his arm—to no avail, of course. To think Toji would let you deprive him of even a second of seeing the succulent sight of your cunt is laughable.

Watching as he frees himself from his sweats, your mouth waters. You’re proud to say your husband is well over average, and feeling it inside you is a whole other level

. Feeling Toji Fushiguro inside you is as if taking two average cocks at the same time. You throb at the thought, eyes already rolling back from the stimulation his fingers provided.

“Eyes up here,” your body obeys quicker than your brain, and you’re giving him those ‘innocent’, succubus eyes that you know he can’t resist. The same look that got you here in the first place.

“Hurry, want it so bad,” you whined, pulling him down to your lips with your arms around his neck, grinding against the tip pathetically. “Please.”

And who was Toji to resist such temptation?—he could never say no to such a needy wife such as you.

So, with one swift snap of his hips, he was fully immersed in your wet heat, sucking his teeth as he felt your walls clamp down on him so tightly. Toji’s hands gripped on your hips harshly, steadying both you and him for the onslaught of thrusts to come.

You looked up to his eyes, tears already falling from yours, strings of moans pouring from your open lips. Toji has never loved a sight—a sound so much.

Your moans spurred him on more than anything, causing that rapid smack! of skin to skin contact he loves oh, so much. So much it has his head spinning and his body trembling in euphoria.

He looked down, sweat dripping from his forehead and a thin sheen on his body, groaning as he saw himself moving inside of you. “Look at that,” he hummed, approval and pride laced within his voice, pressing a hand to your lower stomach where the bulge formed. “Feel that, princess? That’s me.”

From that point on, Toji was set on making you feel every part of him. His pace quickened and his words were dirtier, his touches lit fires of temptation on your skin in their wake, and his overwhelming presence alone had you ready to cum at any moment.

“Y’know, I been thinking..” his voice was deep, intriguing. “It’s about time I put a baby in ya.”

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winxanity-ii · 10 months ago

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SACRILEGIOUS DEVOTION [1/3]

ship: father charlie x fem!nun!reader warnings: nsfw 🔞 (oral sex/f. receiving; overstimulation; coercion/dub-con?; sacrilege, heavy religious imagery) word count: 3.6k a/n: So, Father Charlie is out here losing all his morals and sanity on Grotesquerie and my mind couldn't help but match it, so what's a better idea other than channeling all the religious trauma/journey into a spicy one-shot? i for one feel like it's a mini-therapy, but enough rambling, enjoy 😩🫶🏾 i'm in love with a holy man, mother 😔…. second part: 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 and final part: 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

★·.·´ɢʀᴏᴛᴇsǫᴜᴇʀɪᴇ 🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌`·.·★

Father Charlie Mayhew was a sick man.

Not in the manner of flesh, but of spirit. He could feel the sickness festering in the quiet corners of his heart, a sinful yearning that had taken root there, twisting itself around his thoughts like creeping ivy.

It was a sickness that, he believed, made him a grotesque parody of the holy man he was meant to be. For how could he call himself righteous, devoted, when every whisper of prayer felt stained by the way his eyes followed you, Sister ____?

You were a vision of purity, an embodiment of the kind of gentle devotion that Father Charlie envied and craved all at once.

He watched you from a distance, always careful not to draw your gaze, afraid of what you might see if you looked too deeply. How dutiful you were, sweeping the church aisle with a focus that made him forget the dust and see only the graceful motion of your hands.

The sun, filtered through stained glass, seemed to seek you out, casting colors on your habit as if to mark you as someone far beyond his grasp, almost holy in your mundane tasks.

It was in the mornings, when he heard the soft chime of your laughter in the courtyard as you fed the pigeons, that he felt the deepest sting of his wretchedness.

The world seemed simpler in those moments, your laughter echoing off the stone walls, the warmth of early sun painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges. He wondered if you knew how your kindness drew even the animals to you, their heads dipping into your palms as if receiving communion.

There was a stillness to you, a gentleness in every gesture.

The worst of it was during your services. Father Charlie had seen you on your knees before, hands folded in earnest prayer, your lips moving softly as you whispered your devotion to God.

He would stand at the back of the chapel, watching with a mixture of awe and something far darker. He told himself it was admiration, but the truth festered beneath that facade.

It was longing, a hunger that ached at the edges of his soul.

A storm raged outside the convent one evening, winds battering the church walls with a fury that mirrored the tempest building in his chest. The clouds were bloated, dark as his thoughts, and thunder rolled across the sky with a violence that shook even the faith he held so dear.

You had come to his chambers in the dead of night, your knock barely audible over the howling wind. He had been preparing for bed, freshly out of the shower, wearing only his boxers when he heard you at the door.

The creak of the old wood seemed to echo forever as he opened it, and there you stood, eyes wide, looking so impossibly fragile in the dim candlelight of the corridor. Your modest night slip clung to your form, the thin fabric shifting in the draft that sneaked in from the hallway.

Charlie's breath had caught in his throat at the sight of you, innocence incarnate, seeking refuge with him.

He hesitated for only a moment before allowing you in, quickly wrapping himself in a silk robe that hung loosely on his shoulders, barely tied. He knew he should not let you enter, but there was something in the way you looked at him—so trusting, so devoted—that made him abandon every rational thought.

You had come asking to pray with him, your soft voice trembling as you spoke. The storm outside seemed like a reflection of the turmoil within him as he let you step past the threshold, closing the door behind you.

Now, you were here, kneeling before him, your eyes upturned and wide, waiting for his command, for his instruction like the obedient servant of God that you were.

Your soft voice brought him out of his thoughts, a gentle, "Father...?"

Charlie could only lament to himself how sinfully pure you looked. He hummed softly, his eyes dark as they trailed over you, lingering on the curve of your shoulders, the delicate line of your neck.

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across your skin, highlighting the innocence that made his hunger all the more unbearable.

"Yes, forgive me, Sister. Let us now pray," he finally said, his voice low and rough, the words nearly swallowed by the sound of the wind outside. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your forehead, and you leaned into the touch without hesitation, your eyes closing as if his hand was a blessing.

He swallowed hard, his thoughts spiraling deeper into the forbidden desires he had tried so desperately to keep buried.

He began to pray, his voice low, raspy, each word a struggle against the chaos inside him. "Heavenly Father, we come before you tonight..." But the words felt hollow, their meaning slipping away as he watched you, kneeling so obediently at his feet.

His eyes darkened, wandering further down, tracing the lines of your form. The way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, the soft rise and fall of your chest with each breath—it all seemed to pull him further from the sanctity of the moment.

He should have been thinking of God, of salvation, of the purity of the prayer—but instead, he was thinking of you, of the way the thin fabric clung to your skin, the soft curve of your breasts visible through the modest slip.

He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the delicate line of your collarbone, the way it rose and fell with each breath you took.

The more he spoke, the less the words mattered. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, spreading through his body, his thoughts growing more erratic, each word of the prayer slipping further from its sacred meaning, twisting into something profane, something filthy. "Protect us from all evil..." he whispered as he traced the line of your jaw with his thumb, the words a bitter irony as he felt himself drawn further into the darkness of his desires.

His hand moved lower, fingers trailing down your neck, lingering at the hollow of your throat. His touch was gentle, but there was a weight behind it, a hunger that he could no longer deny.

He could almost see the curve of your bare skin beneath the thin fabric, the outline of your body that he should not be imagining. He tried to focus on the prayer, but every word felt like a lie. He let out a shaky breath, the prayer faltering on his lips. "Guide us... guide us in your light," he managed, his voice thick with the weight of his longing.

The storm outside raged on, the wind howling as if to warn him, but Father Charlie could no longer hear it. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heart, the rush of blood in his ears as he looked down at you, so trusting, so willing.

As the final words of the prayer fell from his lips—"Amen"—you echoed him, your voice soft and unwavering. You blinked open your eyes, looking up at him with such innocence and Charlie felt himself slip past the point of no return.

He knew that no amount of prayer could ever cleanse him of what he wanted, that he could no longer pretend, no longer fight against the pull that drew him to you—the sweet, precious nun who had unknowingly captured his very soul.

Father Charlie stood, his robe slipping slightly from his shoulders, exposing the toned muscle beneath. The wind howled outside, and thunder bellowed again, followed by a flash of lightning that lit the room in a brief, startling blaze of white.

You were still kneeling before him, your wide eyes following his every movement, the flickering light casting you in both shadow and radiance.

Charlie bent at the waist, his fingers reaching out to cup your jaw, thumb caressing your bottom lip as his half-lidded eyes trailed over your face. "Sister ____," he murmured, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of affection, his name for you almost reverent, as though you were something sacred, something he could worship in his own unholy way.

You blinked, shifting slightly beneath his touch, a soft stutter escaping your lips. "F-Father...?"

He grasped one of your hands, his fingers wrapping around yours, and as he stood, he gently urged you to rise with him. His gaze never left your face, his eyes dark and full of something raw. He began to speak, his voice barely more than a murmur, the words heavy with confession. "As a man of God, there are expectations placed upon me," he started, his tone wavering between remorse and something darker, something that made his grip on your hand tighten. "I am meant to guide, to protect, to remain steadfast in my faith."

His other hand moved, slowly pulling your trembling hand against his bare stomach, pressing your palm against the hard planes of his abdomen.

You gasped, your eyes wide as you looked up at him, your hand trembling beneath his. The heat of his skin burned into your palm, the muscles flexing beneath your touch.

Charlie continued, his voice lowering, growing more intense as he spoke. "But these days... these days, Sister, I find myself at war. At war with desires that threaten to consume me..." His words trailed off, and he let out a low hum as he rubbed your hand across his stomach, the movement slow, deliberate.

Your hand hesitated for a moment, the warmth of his skin making you tremble as you instinctively pulled back. But his grip was firm, guiding you back, and slowly, tentatively, your fingers splayed across his stomach, your touch feather-light.

You swallowed hard, your eyes flickering down before you took a timid step closer, as if drawn by some invisible force. Your gaze shifted to the side, your cheeks warming with embarrassment at the proximity, at the way you could feel his heart beating beneath your palm.

Father Charlie's eyes never left you, and he could see every ounce of hesitation, every flicker of uncertainty that danced across your face. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against your forehead as he spoke, his voice a low murmur, "There's no need to be afraid, Sister. You are safe here... with me."

You blinked, your lashes fluttering as you dared to look up at him, your eyes meeting his through the veil of uncertainty.

There was something in his gaze, something dark and magnetic that pulled at you, made your pulse race. His thumb brushed the edge of your jaw; the touch almost comforting, but there was an intensity behind it that made you shiver.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice to speak, your fingers trembling slightly against his skin. He smiled, a slow, almost predatory curve of his lips, and he hummed again, satisfied with your silent answer.

His other hand moved to rest against the small of your back, pulling you just a little bit closer, his robe parting further, exposing more of his chest.

Your breath hitched as you felt the distance between you closing, the way his body seemed to envelop yours. You could barely think, your mind clouded with the storm of emotions and the strange, electric pull you felt toward him.

His thumb traced along your bottom lip, his eyes darkening as he watched you. You felt your pulse quicken, your knees weakening under the intensity of his gaze.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and something darker, something that made your heart pound even harder. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your body react, leaning in just slightly, as if craving more of his warmth, his touch.

His fingers trailed lower, coaxing your hand along his body, and you felt the tension, the desire in every muscle. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a husky whisper, "Let me show you, Sister ____... let me show you what devotion truly means."

He kissed you then, his lips crashing against yours like a man starved. His mouth moved hungrily, tasting, devouring, and you felt his tongue lick into your mouth, coaxing a soft, surprised whimper from your throat. His groan vibrated against your lips, the sound raw and desperate.

Your head spun, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the sheer need in his kiss.

You pulled back, gasping for air, your lips tingling from the force of his kiss. He didn't give you a moment to recover; his lips moved to your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin.

He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp, to make your knees weaken beneath you. The heat of his mouth trailed down, his tongue flicking out to soothe each small bite, and you felt your body trembling, a warmth pooling low in your belly.

Charlie's hands were relentless, holding you steady as your body threatened to give out, your knees buckling as his mouth worked against your skin. He pulled back only long enough to whisper your name, his voice thick with something between reverence and hunger.

Before you knew it, he had scooped you up, his arms strong and sure as he carried you towards his bed. Your breath hitched, your fingers clinging to his robe as he moved, each step filled with purpose.

He set you down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. His eyes roamed over you, dark and filled with desire, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Father Charlie moved quickly, his hands deft as he pushed your slip off your shoulders, the fabric sliding down your skin and pooling around your waist. His lips followed the path of the falling slip, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your shoulders, his warm breath fanning across your skin.

You shivered beneath his touch, the cool air of the room prickling at your exposed skin, your nipples pebbling in response.

His eyes darkened at the sight of you, and he let out a low groan, his hands running along your bare arms, feeling the way you trembled beneath him. "You're like a goddess," he murmured, his voice thick with reverence and lust. "Perfect. Untouched. A temptation I can't resist." His lips found your collarbone, kissing, nipping, his words vibrating against your skin.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, your heart pounding as his lips moved lower, trailing down the center of your chest, his hands spreading across your back, urging you to arch into him. His kisses were relentless, each one making your breath catch, making your body react in ways that felt both unfamiliar and thrilling.

You couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you, unsure of what to do, where to touch.

Charlie pulled back for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, his gaze filled with hunger. He pushed you back against the bed, guiding you to lie down, his hands never leaving your body, his touch possessive, as if he couldn't bear to be without contact. He looked down at you, splayed out before him, your slip barely covering you, and he licked his lips, his eyes raking over every inch of your exposed skin.

"Look at you," he whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of adoration and hunger. "So innocent, so pure... and all mine." He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss, his hands working the slip further down your body, baring you completely to him.

The cool air made you shiver, your body exposed, vulnerable, and you couldn't help the way your legs shifted, instinctively trying to close.

Charlie's hands moved to your knees, gently but firmly pushing them apart, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched your reaction. His lips moved from your mouth, trailing down your jaw to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as he groaned against you.

He pulled the slip away entirely, tossing it aside, his hands roaming over your bare skin, mapping every inch as though he were committing you to memory. "You are... perfection," he muttered, his voice strained, filled with a hunger that made your breath hitch.

His lips moved lower, trailing down your body, leaving a heated path across your chest, your stomach, and further down. His hands were strong, keeping your legs pinned open to the bed, his fingers pressing into your thighs with a possessive hold. He kissed along your inner thighs, his warm breath fanning over your skin, making you shiver, anticipation coiling in your belly.

You instinctively tried to scoot back, to move away as you felt his breath getting closer to your core, but Charlie's grip tightened, his hands holding you firmly in place. He looked up at you, his eyes dark, almost predatory, as he whispered, "Stay still, Sister... let me worship you."

He breathed you in, a deep, satisfied groan rumbling from his chest. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if savoring the scent of you, and then he leaned in, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit.

A squeal, half surprise and half pleasure, escaped your lips, your back arching slightly off the bed.

Father Charlie's tongue moved with a purpose, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands kept your legs spread, his grip firm and unyielding as he worked his mouth against you, his groans vibrating against your core.

He was relentless, his mouth moving with a hunger that made your head spin, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself as waves of pleasure washed over you.

You could feel his smooth skin against your inner thighs, the sensation only adding to the overwhelming pleasure that built inside you. His tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against you, his eyes flicking up to watch your every reaction.

The sight of you—your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, the way your chest heaved with every ragged breath—only seemed to spur him on, his groans growing louder as he tasted you.

Your body reacted before your mind could catch up, your hips bucking against his mouth, a whimper slipping from your lips. Charlie's hands moved to hold your hips down, pinning you to the bed as he continued, his tongue delving into you, his nose brushing against your clit as he worked, utterly consumed by the taste of you.

He was lost in it, in you, his tongue moving faster, his mouth desperate as he devoured you.

You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, your body trembling beneath him. The heat built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter, until you felt like you might break apart. His name fell from your lips, a breathless plea, and he groaned in response, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.

Your back arched off the bed, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body ready to fall apart under his touch.

Your first orgasm washed over you without warning, a blinding wave of pleasure that left you feeling weightless, your entire body trembling as you came undone beneath him. You melted into the bed like butter, your limbs going limp as the intensity of it left you breathless.

Charlie's mouth moved against you with a fervent hunger, drinking in every bit of your release as if it were the most sacred offering.

A small whimper escaped your lips as the sensation grew overwhelming, your body growing sensitive to his touch. He didn't stop, his tongue moving lazily, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from you, his mouth still savoring you.

Your grip on his head shifted, your fingers now pushing at him, trying to get him to stop, but his hands only gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you in place. "W-Wait..." The heat in your stomach was already starting to build again, the slow, deliberate movements of his tongue igniting another fire deep within you.

Charlie groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, his face buried even further between your legs, his tongue relentless.

Your breath came in quick, shallow gasps, your body trembling once more as the pleasure built. You could feel another orgasm approaching, your mind spinning as you tried to form words, but all that left your throat were broken, incoherent sounds—static that filled the room as you babbled.

You tried to scoot back, to move away from the overwhelming sensation, but Charlie's strong arms wrapped around your hips, yanking you back down, his grip unyielding. His own hips pressed into the bedding below, his desperation evident as he devoured you.

You teetered on the edge once more, the pleasure too much, too intense, until it finally broke over you again, your body arching, your mind going completely blank as you came undone a second time.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on you, the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming ecstasy that left you gasping for air.

As you came down from your high, your body trembling, Father Charlie finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening. He stared up at you with dark, lidded eyes, his expression filled with hunger, with desire that seemed insatiable.

There was no hesitation, no regret—only a raw need that made it clear he no longer cared about going against his vows, no longer cared about the priesthood or what was right.

All that mattered to him was you.

A/N: i'm sorry, i just watched Grotesquerie last night and i've become obssessed.... ugh, the tension between father charlie and sister megan is just *chefs kiss* it's clear that megan is obviously meant to be y/n and the screenplay was written in the intent of it being catered to the female gaze because wheeeeww 😩...

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chuulyssa · 7 months ago

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── ★ the one bed trope™ with the squid game men

teaser the guards cleared out too many beds after the last game, assuming there are far fewer survivors than expected. so when your group stumbles into the dormitory, you realize the horrible truth: there’s only one bed for every two players, and your bed is missing!

starring inho gihun (drabbles) & daeho sangwoo ali (hcs) x gn!reader genre fluff fluff all fluff, some nightmares, some crack

a/n wasnt gonna watch s2 but then i saw the lee byunghyun edits and sjsjs theres only few chars here because i havent watched the whole season :( i dont think ill be watching the whole thing any time soon, jus waiting for s3 to drop before watching it all together

inho / youngil / the frontman / 001

youngil stared at the guards while you stared at the bed in front of you. it looked stiff and scratchy, and barely wide enough for one person, let alone two.

“we can share. i don’t mind,” he had said to you, though he had looked tense as well. he sat on the bed, allowing you to scoot over. he laid as close to the edge of the cot as possible.

“oh, it won’t be necessary.”

“well, what other choice do you have?”

you sighed and nodded, awkwardly laying down next to him on the bed. as your shoulders touched each other, he relaxed visibly, though he was still lying on the edge, and that scared you a little.

“stop lying on the edge like that. you’ll fall off,” you warned.

“i’m fine,” he mumbled, staring right up at the ceiling. you kept looking at him, not minding the three times he had glanced your way pointedly at all. “don’t stare.”

“hm, why not?”

“it makes me feel strange,” he said simply.

you nodded, your hands instinctively reaching to your arms to shield yourself from the cold. there was only one blanket with only one bed after all. next thing you knew, you felt the blanket being nudged towards you by youngil’s foot.

“i saw that; it’s not very subtle, you know.”

“what’s not very subtle?” he asked innocently. then he shifted his body closer to yours. “it’s not because of you, okay?” he muttered quietly. “i just didn’t feel like falling off.”

“are you asking for cuddles now?” you snickered.

“no,” he replied gruffly, though his eyes softened slightly at the sound of your silent laughter.

“nuh uh, i think you’re cold as well,” you lifted the blanket up to accommodate him as well. you then glanced at him expectantly. he hesitated for a moment before slipping under the blanket, taking the moment to tightly grasp your hand. you smiled, resting your head above his shoulder on the shared pillow.

you woke up in the middle of the night to find him softly murmuring your name in his sleep. he looked peaceful, beautifully so. you brushed your hand on his chest to wrap it around him, and felt him waking up as well.

“hush, go back to sleep,” you whispered to him, and he raised an eyebrow at nothing in particular. his eyes were still closed. then he let out a tiny giggle and tightened his grip on your hands.

the guards executed this one perfectly, right as per orders from the frontman; hwang inho will make sure to reward them later, but for now he’d rather stay in this shared bed with you by his side.

seong gihun / 456

“i guess it can’t be helped then,” gihun said simply, sitting you down on his bed and pulling the covers over you. “sorry if i snore by the way.”

“what do you mean? where will you be sleeping?”

“on the floor, of course.”

“no, you’re not,” you shook your head, patting the empty space beside you. “i still have some place left here for someone.”

“oh, then let me find someone who can’t find a partn—”

you pulled the man down onto the bed, his face crashing against the pillow. throwing the covers over him as well, you turned to face him, muttering, “you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed.”

“no, uhm, what if i hog the blanket? that would be unpleasant—”

“i can live with that.”

gihun blinked rapidly. “i don’t think i should be sleeping. what if someone attacks?”

“relax, they’re keeping watch.”

“i think i should keep watch with them,” gihun gulped at your proximity.

“well, i don’t. and you need sleep; have you seen yourself?” you laughed.

gihun beamed at the sound. “then how about I tell you a story?”

“a story?”

“yeah, to make you happy.”

“why though?” you said tiredly.

“to make you laugh. i like seeing you laugh,” he said genuinely, and you nodded in response. his eyes lit up and he began, “so there was this one cow, and it had a baby cat—”

…

“gihun?”

he snored.

“gihun!”

he snored again.

did he really fall asleep mid-sentence? you sighed, shaking your head before snuggling up to him. he unconsciously draped an arm over you in his sleep.

throughout the night, he kept tossing and turning, before—

smack !

you clutched your face where gihun’s hand had just made contact. before letting out the loud cuss you wanted to, you peeked over to see if he was asleep. and sure enough, if the snores hadn’t let it be known earlier, then the closed eyes did.

“this dumbass,” you muttered, nuzzling your face into his side.

but what could you do either way? if you complained, he’d be mortified and force you to switch places, and you’d lose a chance to cuddle with him. so you instead figured the occasional smacking would be worth being the first person to see his hair sticking out in every direction with his sheepish grin in the morning.

a/n: i’ve only got hcs for the others; sorry guys i prefer my old men inho and gihun :P

daeho / 388

he insists on taking the less comfortable side of the bed

even if that meant he barely has any space MY GNELTMAN

at some point his hand will brush yours (because its an ff duh) and he’ll get all startled like :O

but he won’t move away because he decides he likes it

we all know the trauma this man carries :( so don’t be surprised when his grip on your hand loosens in the middle of the night and his face scrunches up because he’s having a nightmare

just please cuddle with him :(( he’ll try to play it off like it’s nothing but know better!

when you quietly offer comfort, his defenses will crumble, and he’ll whisper a quiet thank you to you

in the morning he’ll wake up before you and realize just how close the two of you are.

he’s been bearhugging you in his sleep and you’re reciprocating it? hes so confused like ??????? do you wanna get choked or sum yes you do

he’ll just quietly stare at you as if he’s in a daze. he’s got that lovesick smile and all, just silently looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen you are

he just as silently fixes the blanket on you because he wants to offer as much comfort as you did last night to him

then he’ll gently apologize to you for disturbing you, smiling to himself when you grumble in your sleep

sangwoo / 218

this little shit

he’ll pretend not to care about you or about the bed or about the entire situation at all

but you can see how he tries to be as subtle as possible when adjusting the pillow under your head to make sure you’re comfortable

you’re practically begging him to accept his feelings atp but this man is a menace

as soon as he saw the one bed he started calculating how much space you’ll take and how much he’ll get

if you shift closer in your sleep he’ll freeze for a moment but he won’t pull away

if you move a lot in your sleep he won’t say anything just yet

but expect to be bombarded with complaints when you wake up in the morning

he watches you out of the corner of his eye, something he describes as “just trying to protect you” by “keeping watch” but you know he’s just dazzled by your beauty who isnt

he’ll lie awake for a while staring up at that huge piggy bank that his future lies in, and he knows he can’t love you like he wants to, but he hopes that just this once his brain will accept what his heart feels

when the sunlight hits his face in the morning, he’ll look so peaceful that it makes even ali question his mood

all the while gihun is just staring in horror at sangwoo like he got some puss

ali / 199

THE POOKIEST POOKIE

he’s so shy UGH i jus wanna gobble him up sjsjsjkgnskjn

but he can’t help smiling softly when he realizes how comfortable you seem to be around him

he’ll offer to sleep on the cold hard floor and insists you take the blanket for yourself, but duh you don’t allow that

so with a grin on his face he lies down next to you

he asks you if you need more space at least 10 times, he’s that nervous

the blanket stays on you though, he can’t risk you feeling cold or uncomfy because of him GNELTMENANN

he’ll stay awake if you want someone to talk to, or to make sure you’re warm enough, or even just to admire you

but if you don’t want that, he’ll pull an aurora and fall asleep so quickly you don’t even realize it

his hand stays brushing against yours under the blanket though, and you feel so warm and fuzzy next to him

he’s a snuggler, so there’ll be times where he’ll shift very close to you in his sleep, not realizing the hand he’s keeping on your waist or the head he’s resting on your chest

someone points it out in the morning and he’s so flustered he apologizes profusely even though you keep telling him you didn’t mind it all

definitely says something like “i slept with you, remember?” because he doesn’t realize it’s an innuendo

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kageyuh · 2 months ago

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caught ya! | ★ nerd!armin arlert x roommate!reader pt. 2

cw/pairing: nerdy armin, virgin armin, glasses armin, you're literally touching armin, he cums in his pants, masturbation, oral m!receiving, nsfw, perverted? roommate armin x reader, f!reader implied summary: you catch your roommate moaning your name during the act. now you're pulling out his cock in his bedroom.

part 1 here

"want me to help you out?"

armin swears if his face gets any redder, his body is going to combust. the itch in his pants is telling him to grab at the chance, to let you work your magic and ride him till his balls seize up from overstimulation.

but his conscience, his goddamn conscience, says he can't. you're his longtime friend, not to mention roommate, and doing things like this with you...he'd be an idiot to throw away your entire friendship for one night of fun.

...is what he says, but the moment your pretty little fingertips just graze against the tent in his pants, he caves.

he's putty.

he's putty, and you're on your knees, blinking up at him innocently with your cute, fluttery lashes, and he's struggling to hold himself up. he's leaning on his desk, palms gripping the wood as you poke and prod him playfully, unzipping his pants with glee.

the dreamiest sighs are leaving his throat, and he feels like all the power and self respect he's ever held for himself floats out of his body, through his balls, and into your hands.

his body temperature is rising so rapidly he swears he's going to get a nosebleed.

now, armin wouldn't call himself an inexperienced virgin. after all, the many, many times he pictured doing this with you in his head have to count for something, right?

but the stream of blood that starts dripping down his nose when you decide to shed your top, (revealing that you weren't wearing a bra), says otherwise.

he feels like your tits are bouncing in his face, and his cock strains impossibly harder against his slacks.

virgin! his body screams at him.

he's facepalming, groaning, hips stuttering as he mumbles incoherent curses, reaching for a tissue. it's almost a parody, maybe an ode to all those comedic pervert scenes in the anime he's been watching.

"okay, calm down," you say, not being able to wipe the stupid grin off your face as you laugh at his antics. "maybe you'd be more comfortable on the bed?"

with his back flat on the plush mattress and a soft pillow cradling his head, armin feels somewhat better. it feels like old times, when you guys would lie next to each other in the soft summer breeze. except now, you're topless, and his cock is out. and you're touching it.

god, you're touching it.

he has to cover his face with his palms out of sheer embarrassment.

you're palming his cock through his boxers, but the implication of skin against skin is driving him crazy. he can't help but buck his hips up every time you apply pressure to his sensitive area.

not only that, but it seems like your hands have some special effect that seem to set off all of his dick's nerves, 'cause the moment your index finger gives his hard-on a little squeeze, his fists are clenching—eyes squeeze shut, bottom lip pulled under his tooth hard enough to draw blood. with the tremors wracking his body and his hips bucking up into your hand like a wild animal...

...he cums.

he cums.

yes, he came. right in his pants.

now he's red in the face, chest heaving up and down while he wheezes like some mindless incel.

he can't believe this. his first sexual encounter, and he's panting and groaning like he just ran a marathon, when he's not even out of his boxers yet.

the darkening patch on his boxers has your jaw dropping, lashes fluttering in shock as you look at him incredulously.

of course, he's embarrassed. he turns impossibly redder, pushing your hand away with a, "don't look at me!" and covering his face with his elbow.

"armin, did you just cum?" you tease. "guess you really are a virgin."

"n-no!" he's swatting your curious hands away, which seek to reveal his face to you.

"don't be ashamed," you say, booping his nose. "it's natural."

it's not natural. he knows that, but he peeks through a gap in his fingers to ask anyways. "it is?"

"sure is." you assure. "and i bet...you can do it again."

he's bigger than you thought.

he's long and thin, pink and pretty. the precum leaking from the tip of his member is almost dreamlike; you're hesitant to touch. but you snap out of your daze, reaching out to smear the clear oozing liquid over the pretty, bulbous head. it’s already slightly damp and sensitive from his previous ejaculation. he hisses immediately at your touch, head shooting back into the pillow, mouth forming an "o" shape.

now you have him in your mouth, slurping on his cock like a popsicle. the lewd squelches of saliva on skin are causing his head to spin with lust, and he's nearly ripping the sheets off his bed with how tightly he's gripping the fabric. every stroke of your tongue is shooting pleasure up his spine, and he feels like he could erupt any second.

he doesn't want to cum. call it hubris, filthy pride, but he just can't bring himself to embarrassment in front of you for the second time today. but your mouth is so soft and squishy, and the plush of your lips on him feel like he’s ascending to the heavens.

"ah! fuck," he curses, tangling his fingers into your hair. you choke lightly, gagging as he pushes you down gently. the scene is erotic, and the slick, wet sounds of your tongue on his phallus are only turning him on more.

come on, armin, you trained for this...don't be a minute man... his silent pleas to himself are lost as his abs clench pathetically.

his eyes screw shut, a huff rolling off his tongue as his back arches up off the bed. but he refuses to let it out, opting to tangle his fist in your hair and lift your suction off of his member. it slides out of your mouth with a pop! and you're blinking at him with the sly eyes of a fox disguised as doe.

you tilt your head innocently. "armin?" gosh, your voice causes his cock to twitch. "something wrong?"

he groans at the loss of his high, but silently praises himself for holding back from temptation. "no, it's just..."

he lifts himself to sit, adjusting his thick-framed glasses so he can see better. you follow, plopping yourself to sit on your knees.

you had long since discarded your bottoms, the newly revealed, pink, lacy panties displaying a wet patch at the front from your rubbing on the mattress. he gulps, tongue darting out to lick the side of his lips. his eyes begin to trace the lush curve of your hips, but upon catching himself, armin immediately averts his gaze. damn perv. he scolds himself. pull yourself together.

he's nervous, rubbing his palms together to ease his anxiety. what if you said no? the edging has his abs still clenching from not finishing, but he's determined to do this the right way.

he knows what should come next. years of consuming josei hentai, rutting into his mattress alone at night, had prepared him (and raised his thirst) for this. of course, he'd never performed it on a real girl, but he's always been a quick learner.

he coughs, clearing his throat, though his voice still cracks at his next words.

"can i- uhm, eat you out?"

worry not children penetration is coming soon...armin isn't ready yet...pt. 3?

taglist: @jaiden-zhou @ginao07 @margo-lalam @solixiaa

#aot #nerd armin #aot au #armin aot #armin arlert #armin arlet smut #armin arlet x reader #armin smut #armin arlert x reader #nerdmin #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlert smut #anime #nerdmin x reader #nerdmin smut

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karinasbaby · 15 days ago

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.. SO NO HEAD? *SMASHES PHONE* H.LINE + JW.

🪻pairing. ot5 enha x fem!reader (separate) warnings. THEY’RE ALL SO STUPID & UNSERIOUS !! (lovingly ofc) litr just the silliest ppl ever. grown adult shit, mdni. dirty talk & cursing, flo (the band) reference & sleepyhoon reference & freakhoonistan joke reference too ! unprotected sex, stupid arguments, rlly just awkward moments. like voice cracks and accidentally hitting oneself (someone slips and almost breaks his ass) n yeah.. word count. 6.7k a,note. pls ignore how jake litr looks high on the banner / photo. this is also the second most unserious thing ive written after the pussy eating competition. that being said, take this as a little teaser of my upcoming family feud (karinasbaby’s version) series :3

★ TAGLIST: @intromortal @bambiihee hai first time using my taglist welcome :3

IN WHICH.. a series of unfortunate circumstances that take place mid-fuck with your boyfriend.

aka enha being their own cockblockers! why need enemies when you have your own self?

യ LEE HEESEUNG.

for as long as you’ve known heeseung, he’s always had a questionable nature.

one that no longer made your eyebrows raise or your head hurt from just thinking about the why or the how of his behaviour. you’d gotten used to it ages ago, or atleast that’s what you told yourself.

because by some unknown, cursed miracle, heeseung still managed to surprise you every now and then by voicing out the most ridiculous thoughts or confessing his weirdest desires.

and while some of them were somewhat tame, like riding a jet ski while walking your overly active border collie or his amusing urge to build a snail shell collection with all the ones he finds in your backyard every morning (and while some of the shells had oddly disappeared, you’ve threatened him enough with moving out if you were to ever step on one.)

so all in all, your boyfriend’s personality was too much of a breath of fresh air sometimes. but nonetheless, you’d grown accustomed to his odd manners. what you haven’t gotten used to is their involvement in your bedroom life.

which might’ve been smooth in the beginning, with heeseung being the incredible partner he is. constantly checking in and putting your pleasure above his— he was practically the dream partner one would love to have during intimacy.

but once he asked to incorporate specific things from.. the bathroom into your bedroom activities, you should’ve known. because the second that crack formed? the whole dam broke entirely.

sure everything might’ve started off very innocently. like his sudden love to have candles lit on the bedside table, very romantic. but it slowly became un-romantic when he randomly suggested using his electric toothbrush as a vibrator when the one in your drawer refused to work.

and even through all of this, you still found him adorable because you knew he meant no harm. he was simply too.. invested when it came to certain matters. he wanted to help or impress no matter how strange the actions to do so will look like.

but sometimes.. it just becomes a tad too much.

“heeseung.. i cleaned the bathroom this morning. it’s still too slippery. i’m not risking one of us dislocating our hips just so we get to fuck under water.” here you were now, book in one hand and coffee in the other with a very sulky heeseung begging you for a round of shower sex.

which technically you would have no issue with. except the first day post cleaning the floors of your bathroom would be a bit too unreliable. and you would rather wait another day than have one of you possibly slide out of the bathroom completely naked. “but babe listen.. i really need to do this today.” and this time you had no choice but to close your book and settle your mug on the table. “literally why?”

heeseung avoided eye contact. his hand now scratching the back of his neck, “well.. we don’t do it that often. and i may or may not have seen a shower sex link—“ “you watched porn?” “no! well, yes. but— not in the way you think!”

you looked at him like he just called the law of gravity a myth. “.. so?” your boyfriend sighed. “so.. jake was scrolling on his phone— full brightness mode as always. and he scrolled past a video where.. you know.” his ears carried a tinge of pink to their tips. “i’m going to take a wild guess and say that the people in it were fucking while showering?” “well yes.”

“.. aaaand now you want to have shower sex? the same day that our floors are as slippery as a frozen lake?” you narrowed your eyes at him while folding your arms under your chest. “you’re willing to risk one of us falling just to have sex?” “well when you put it like that— no, there’s no guarantee of one of us falling first of all!”

this time your eyebrows furrowed while the tinge of pink travelled from his ears to his cheeks. “and there’s no guarantee of us not falling?” heeseung groaned. large hands rubbing down his face in frustration before dropping onto his lap— and oh. oh.

so that’s why he was so eager. you could practically measure his bulge that peeked from beneath his sweatpants.

“just trust me okay? i won’t let either of us slip.” but you still weren’t convinced. no matter how sincere and genuine his words sounded.. you knew how your floors were. and even though you should refuse, your eyes still peeked at his bulge that was barely covered by his hands. “.. okay but i’m not paying for any surgeries.”

and that’s how you landed in this position. chest pressed against the cold tiles while heeseung pushed his body to yours. warm water raining down both your figures as he slid his leaking cock in and out of your slick thighs, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit while he spoke behind you.

“feels good? mhmm you’re already so wet. i can feel your pussy trying to suck me in, baby.” you could hear the way he was biting his lip from his words alone. eyes half lidded as he was trying his best to stay composed, even when you began to whimper his name and rocked your hips back against his grinding ones. “stop teasin’ seung.. just put it in.” and he chuckled.

hands now settling on your waist. “so impatient.. i know you want this just as much as i do.” and he finally started to angle his hips better, abdomen brushing along the curve of your ass as his tip began to poke into your sopping hole, making you sigh in relief.

and right as he began to push himself in— heeseung disappeared.

in the blink of an eye his warmth was nowhere to be found. heeseung fucking slipped.

“oh fuc—“ he barely was able to curse before a thud sounded in the bathroom louder than the running water and both of your moans combined. “heeseung?!” before you could even turn around you already saw his legs in the corner of your eyes.

he almost landed himself in the splits from the way his legs practically gave out on him.

“heeseung you— you dumbass i told you that we would break something!” and though it wasn’t the best time to scold him, not when he was still sitting butt ass naked on the wet and cold bathroom floor. you already knew this would happen. and to see your boyfriend now gripping his calf with his features twisted in pain— god it just made you realise how purely idiotic this was. “could you save the complaining for a few minutes?” his voice cracked.

“my leg is numb.”

“and literally who’s fault is that?” you helped him up, well tried your best to do so without slipping and landing on your ass too.

“you know what— yours! why the fuck are the tiles squeaky clean??”

“.. that’s what you’re blaming your stupidity on??”

so to make a long story short, the night ended with a blue balled, injured heeseung alongside a very sexually frustrated and irritated you.

യ PARK JONGSEONG

misunderstandings with jay weren’t that rare.

though the two of you had quite contrasting personalities and opinions, but the ability to figure out a common ground for both of you to settle on was a nice factor you shared.

some examples include jay’s persistence on opening the car door for you and pulling your chair back at any table. and even though on some occasions it wasn’t needed, meaning that you did said actions yourself but that didn’t sit well with him and .. it resulted in you being asked to go back inside the car or to sit up from your seat again.

or a few instances of movie nights going south because neither one of you could decide on a movie to watch. you didn’t want to settle for jay’s movie, jay didn’t want to watch frozen for the fifth weekend in a row, so the ending result was: both of you just sleeping.

but these were very harmless and miniscule moments.

the other misunderstandings that occurred were quite the confusing type.

to share a few of these thoughts with no penny offerings: that one time jay confused a bodyguard halloween costume.. for a lifeguard one.

maybe you were too excited to talk to him about your newest bodyguard costumes obsession, and jay being the sweet boyfriend he is, decided to dress up as one. except some mishaps in translation occurred.. and instead of jay appearing with suit and shaded glasses, he arrived shirtless with red shorts. (bonus points for still wearing shaded glasses.)

but it was a lighthearted and silly misunderstanding that resulted in your friend group needing a few minutes to recover from the laughter and you trying to cool down a very embarrassed and flushed jay.

or that one time jay began to fester feelings of resentment towards a reoccurring name in your conversations. michael. but the issue started when michael wasn’t just reoccurring, he became a constant reminder.

it was “oh michael loves shawls too!” sometimes and “michael would’ve loved to come here.” other times. and since this was still in the beginning of your relationship, jay tried his best to tolerate it.

but a man’s patience could only handle so much. especially jay’s very thin one.

it blew over one day. “you know i haven’t seen michael in weeks.. i wonder how he’s do—“ “why don’t you go to him?” jay suddenly snapped.

you blinked. “are you angry?”

“no.” but he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“yes you are.” “i’m just saying that if you want and miss michael so much. why not go to him? you’re wasting your time here with me anyway—“

“wait— jay hold up.” but he wouldn’t stop.

it was like all of his pent up anger and emotions began to spill “it’s like he’s your boyfriend. you always mention him wherever we go. it’s just— just go to him! i really don’t mind nor do i care. as long as you’re happy—“ “jay.” and he finally paused to take a deep breath.

he faced you now, eyes lowered and lips in a gut wrenching pout. “i don’t want to hold you back.” you were trying your absolute best to not smile now.

“jay..” his gaze flickered to your eyes, “jay michael is my mom’s dog.”

so it took maybe five to six days for him to fully recover after this incident. (but three entire months for sunghoon and jake to stop bringing it up.) but it was safe to say that after this one jay started to take heart to heart conversations very seriously.

ones where both of you would just lay your hearts out fully raw to one another, in order to not cause further stressful weeks for you two. (mainly jay.)

yet sometimes they still managed to slither back into your relationship. even when neither of you knew they were coming. their timings were hilariously impeccable.

like no one would expect a misunderstanding to happen mid jay pushing his cock inside of your drooling pussy. but it still did.

“oh fuck.. so tight, baby.. feels so good.” your boyfriend had you pressed onto the mattress. chest to your back while your hands gripped the sheets and his legs got tangled between yours. he slipped inside, easily and warmly. like your walls were greeting him back inside of them. and jay was on the verge of losing it every time you tightened.

his hips began to rock against yours, thrusting in and out loudly. “shit— jay you’re s’deep.. fuck.” and your hand slipped beneath you, toying with your clit as his tip kissed your cervix with each movement. “yeah? playing with yourself baby? keep going. wanna feel you cum when i fill you up.” he picked up the pace slowly, still letting you feel every inch of him as he stroked your dripping cunt.

and you whimpered. “fuck— please jay.” he pressed his face to your neck, hands gripping your hips to push you back to him. “you’d like that won’t you? wanna carry my baby, hm?” and you nodded, eyes rolling back when he continued to grind into your squeezing pussy. “yes— oh my god. please fill me up n’ get me pregnant.”

and here’s where things began to go south.

because jay— so lost in the feeling of your divine pussy and determind to fuck you full— misheard you. terribly.

he didn’t hear “get me pregnant”, his overstimulated brain registered it as “i am pregnant.”

at that thought, jay paused.

for a split second he thought to himself, were you joking? did you think that this was the best time to reveal it? how long had you been sitting on this piece of information? did he fuck you too good that you spilled a possible secret? if so why is it a secret?— considering he did also participate in making the baby? unless—

but whatever his thought process was cut off, it barely lasted long as he pulled out and sat on the mattress next to you. tears already glistening in his eyes with his palm pressed to his mouth.

and you, horny and mid-fuck abandoned you, was very confused.

“are you serious?” jay’s voice was barely a whisper, and now you were beyond confused. “jay are you okay?” he shook his head, some tears already slipping free from his eyes while he smiled the most heartwarming one you’ve ever seen on his face. “are you.. really pregnant?”

and oh no. oh no. he misheard you really badly.

“jay..” you carefully started, sitting up on your elbows now with your features sympathetic. “baby..” the idea of you breaking down the news to him now— after another stupid mishap stung. because jay looks like a kid on christmas morning.

but you had to do it before he began to freak out more.

“i don’t think you h—“ “baby this is huge!” he suddenly jumped on you, hugging and wrapping his arms around your waist while you yelped in surprise. “did you confirm it with a test? why didn’t you tell me?”

even though you were approximately three seconds too late to answer his first question, jay still took your unclear responses as a very clear yes when that wasn’t the case at all. and it was about to get even worse.

“jay—“ “can we go see the baby?” “jay i said ‘get me pregnant’ not i am pregnant.”

silence.

he froze, for the second time tonight.

deafening, awkward, icy silence.

“oh.”

you studied his features. the way his face remained stoic, like time stopped for a second for him once again. and now you began to feel nervous— was he going to hate you after this? angry? but you really didn’t mean for him to misunderstand anything—

but jay just smiled.

a calming, sheepish one. “well.. we can always try!”

and at his sweet acceptance, your heart swooned. this was your favourite part after having a misunderstanding with jay— just how quick he was to adapt, to accept the truth and figure out what to do with the honesty now. “yeah.. of course we can.” you pressed a loving kiss at his collarbone to which is giggled at.

“.. we have a lot of time to do so.”

and now the conversation took a sharp turn.

“jay.. we agreed for one round.” “nope! you can’t get my hopes up for nothing now. we have a mission to fulfill.” he smiled before pressing you back down onto the bed.

“now i’m going to turn one of our misunderstandings into a reality.”

യ SIM JAEYUN

jake had a talent, a gift when it came to annoying you.

whether it was by him teasing you on purpose, hiding your hair ties or leaving the toilet seat up. he just got a kick from seeing the pissed off look stuck on your face. oh and he loved to rub it in even more.

“sooorrryyyy about the ice cream baby.. you know i can get you a new one whenever you ask!” he yapped from the kitchen, slowly coming into the living room with that incredibly annoying smile on his stupidly charming face. “jake. it literally melted because you forgot it in the backseat. this is the third time it happens this week.”

and though he was cheesing at your anger as he sat in front of you. he would never let you be irritated for too long. he won’t ruffle your feathers for too long. or he wouldn’t make your blood boil too much— whatever it was, he would do it, but not too much.

which is why he hid an extra ice cream tub in the freezer so you won’t spot it.

so sure he did piss you off, but it was okay. his excuse was to make you feel better with his hands and maybe his cock before making you even happier by bringing you the ice cream tub to make it up for you and all this would actually make him thee most elated person on earth.

and in jake’s mind this was a double win situation. except it would be a double win situation if you faced him.

because right now, you were staring angrily at your television screen with your hands folded. not even sparing him a single glance, and it was time for jake to pull his card out of his sleeve. (one of many.)

act like you just got shot.

“ow!” his hand flew to his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt while his face twisted in faux pain. “my heart.. i just felt the first crack..” you rolled your eyes.

you huffed, and jake fell onto the couch.

landing right next to you with both of his hands gripping his collars like he was suffocating. “i can’t! oh my god— i’m dying, baby. i’m— i’m dying. i can’t do this, don’t you know that i live off of your attention?” his legs slumped and extended further under the coffee table.

and you just kept ignoring him. scooching away on the couch while jake groaned like he just got stabbed and you twisted the knife. “i’m on the verge of death— and you’re still not facing me?!” and this time his voice fully cracked.

“jake what the actual fuck?!” your boyfriend had to fight every single urge in his body to not smile at the frustration in your voice. “you had my ice cream melt in your car and now you have the nerve to act like this?” jake gasped loudly. “and you have the nerve to treat me like this? tell me when have i ever hurt you in any way.”

though the initial conversation in his head was more.. light, unserious even. he didn’t want to go too far, that was never his thing to do. but in order to have both of you calm down and for him to follow with his initial plan, he had to attempt to corner you now.

except it felt impossible because he could practically feel the steam simmering from your body.

“literally right now?! where is my ice cream when i asked you to buy it very kindly this morning because you kept forgetting all the other ones in your car?” you fully faced him this time. and he rubbed his palms all over his face. “this isn’t about ice creams right now. i have a whole new tub in the freezer that wasn’t melted and you don’t even know about it.”

you paused. “you— what?”

“just tell me. have i ever hurt you besides the silly stunts i pull just to have you roll your eyes at me for a few minutes?” his voice was lower now. body unexpectedly closer to yours as he was almost caging you down without you even noticing or realising. you couldn’t help the small gulp in your throat once you saw just how challenging his eyes were.

if there was another thing that also caught you off guard when it came to your boyfriend, well besides his knack for annoying you. it was just how quick he was able to shift demeanour and mood wise.

you shook your head, “i know they’re silly. and i just .. you know there’s a little part of me that likes them too. but i just really wanted ice cream today.” and there it was, admittance. at which jake raised his eyebrow in amusement “oh?”

“oh, shut up.” you attempted to push him away, attempted. but he was solid in his place as he cocked his head to the side and smiled. “nah baby.. so you’re telling me that you like it when i tease you, hm?” and you started to feel an unexpected warmth around your face.

you now pushed his face to the side. “no.. or maybe.” and jake laughed. a whole chest rumble as he let his body fall above yours making you both lay onto the couch. “so you were just being bratty then, yeah? is it nice to throw tantrums around just to have me on edge?”

“now you’re acting like you don’t do it on purpose.” glaring at him, you continued. “if i like it when you tease me, you love it when i act bratty.” jake sucked in a deep breath. completely caught.

“fuck yeah i do. because i can put you in your place when you start getting out of line.” he climbed off, settling on his knees with his face flushed and a crooked smirk on his features. jake was panting just the slightest bit, bottom lip stuck between his teeth as his hands roamed down from your waist to your thighs.

in response, you lifted your hips towards his touch. “and how are you gonna do that?” with your voice barely a whisper, jake’s eyes glinted in a dangerous way. like a challenge, like a warning. “wouldn’t you like to know..” his hands then moved towards his abdomen, reaching for his belt before he slid it off of his jeans’ hoops

his eyes never left yours as he folded the leather, one layer above the other before slightly pulling it. snapping it into place to let it crack in an intimidating message—

smack.

but the end of the belt didn’t lash in the air like it should’ve, oh no. it landed right on jake’s face. right on his cheek and the slap was nasty.

“ow!—“ “oh my god??” neither of you had time to even process just what had happened. a blooming redness painted on the site of the snap while the belt fell out of his hands and yours rushed to cup his face.

jake’s eyes were shut in pain. mouth still agape in a silent gasp while his palm pressed onto the wounded skin now. all the while you were trying your best to hold back your laughter.

but the small chuckle that escaped your lips— you really couldn’t help it.

his eyes snapped open. “oh we’re laughing now?” but he could barely speak. words slurry and garbled as his cheek was still being cradled by his palm and yours for emotional support. you shook your head in denial. “nope, not at all.” but your smile said otherwise.

“.. we’re never talking about this ever again.”

“never.. yeah.”

യ PARK SUNGHOON

quickies were never your kind of thing.

you disliked rushing, felt a despise towards rush hour. while sunghoon on the other hand had no choice but to depend on it.

demanding schedule and a demanding work. demanding boss and paperwork— you get the gist, he doesn’t have much time lately. neither of you knew about this before, how complicated and stressful his work could eventually become. and though the pay is great and the connections are even greater, sometimes you still missed when you and sunghoon were wrapped up alone in your own bubble.

but nowadays, especially for the summer, he barely had any time.

and when stress combines with a needy man’s body, it doesn’t always have the best reaction.

because now sunghoon felt the best way for him to blow off steam or to cool his mind down was to release it in some shape or form.

exercising helped, he picked up boxing once again and started to buff up more. he often settles down for calmer things to quiet down his mind, like how he joined in to crochet alongside you on a rainy night a few weeks ago.

the atmosphere was perfect and sunghoon had just gotten an email from his manager about a new due date, what was supposed to be his project that he had to submit by next month, was now pulled to next weekend.

so to put it very lightly, sunghoon was quite panicked.

but once he started to take it somewhat easier on himself and to manage his tense work life, sunghoon felt like he could breathe for the first time in what seemed like months.

and though it felt like your bedroom life was practically nonexistent now— he still tried his best to bring it back to life whenever he had the time to do so.

which is our topic of discussion today: your unfathomable dislike for quickies and sunghoon’s obsession with it.

it started off very quietly, very slowly. like the silent working of a spider in a random corner before you find a full blown web two weeks later. his first few excuses were that he had been needy since the night before and just now had approximately ten minutes to do something about it.

in the beginning it did annoy you. the rush of clothes being pulled off and the wild make out sessions— it wasn’t not enjoyable.. it was just a different approach to something you’ve grown to take your time with and relish in.

so you weren’t wholly against it per se, you just preferred sunghoon to dick you down properly in bed.

but it seemed like he had different plans, judging by the way he had a thing for begging, for pleading and dragging you into the closest rooms. you couldn’t tell if he had a kink for having sex out of nowhere or if it was the risk of being heard and caught.

either way, it started to rub off on you. no matter how much you wouldn’t admit it.

so when sunghoon’s fingers that were laced around yours tightened their hold suddenly, you already knew what was coming. and maybe.. just maybe it excited you just a bit.

caught up in the gala of his company— the same one that dried up your sex life like a desert before sunghoon swooped in and saved the day as usual, it was fancy to say the least. decorations and golden balloons were seen everywhere, elegant glasses and delicious canapés with names you didn’t even want to pronounce were being passed around by waiters that floated through the crowd.

it was quite the opulent and luxurious gala. definitely not the place to have a quickie in.

but sunghoon didn’t care. he was already leaning to whisper into your ear, “need you.. can we please go?” and you would be lying if you said that the tremble in his voice didn’t make your knees twitch, “hoon.. are you sure they won’t notice?” he quickly shook his head, “not at all, baby. look i can even ask jay to distract them.” and sure enough jay already heard your conversation the second his name was mentioned.

not that he could do anything besides glare at your moving figures as sunghoon pulled you into one of the hidden bathrooms.

empty and still looking oddly fancy, he locked the door behind you both after checking under the stall doors for a possible pair of feet— once cleared he pushed you against the wall, mouth instinctively littering kisses all around your neck when you groaned and threaded your fingers through his hair.

did you care that you were messing up his slicked back hair style? not really. did sunghoon himself care when he was pushing your silk dress above your hips just to push your panties to the side? not at all.

“looked so pretty.. saw everyone’s eyes on you the entire night. bet you loved it, hm? they all saw how beautiful you are.” he breathed out, the veins in his hands pulsing as he worked through both of your clothes while still refusing to detach himself from your neck. “but they don’t know how you look when you’re just with me.” he then pressed his lips to yours.

a heated, desperate make out session took place. with sunghoon licking into your mouth while you unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, “you could still ruin me now for them to see.. let all of them know what you do to me.” and at your words he smirked. like he knew, he agreed, and he will listen.

and right when his own hands reached towards his belt, sliding it halfway off then unbuttoning his pants and reaching for the zipper just to relieve his bulging cock— sunghoon yelped.

like an entire combination of a hiss and a panicked groan. and you looked down to a sight that would widen your eyes.

“sunghoon—“ “shit— i can’t pull it out—“

no it wasn’t his cock that was stuck. it was his finger.

stuck right into the harsh ridges of the zipper that were pulling at his own skin now, enough to have the delicate surface nicked. “are you fucking kidding me right now—“ you reached forward to hold his shaking hands, “calm down, be gentle.” and sunghoon whined.

“for fucks sake just when i got the chance to—“ your boyfriend couldn’t even finish his sentence before there was a bang bang on the door.

“sunghoon you idiot! you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants for just ten more minutes?! mr.lee is asking for you!” jay’s frustrated voice echoed inside of the bathroom, where sunghoon’s finger was still stuck in his zipper. and of course now was the perfect time for sunghoon’s boss to ask for him.

and now neither one of you knew which one was more embarrassing. the fact that you slipped out of the crowd to fuck in the bathroom or the fact that you couldn’t even fuck because sunghoon’s zipper decided to become have an issue with your pussy and his cock.

“are you serious?!” sunghoon yelled back, to which jay responded with a final rapid knock as if he was telling him to hurry up before his boss became suspicious.

“well..” you looked back at his pink and semi purple finger. “it’s either you go up to mr.lee with a finger in your zipper or with a bleeding finger.” and sunghoon wished that the ground would open and swallow him open in this current moment.

but then— you started to.. shimmy away? “.. where are you going?” “um..” sunghoon stared at you, finger still stuck in his pants with his cock now half hard, “i think it’ll be better if only one of us was taking a long time in the bathroom than both of us..” now sunghoon’s eyes widened.

a shocked smile painted his features. pure bewilderment on his face as he looked at you. “you wouldn’t dare..” but you were already unlocking the door, and right when sunghoon tried to reach out for you— “ouch! oh my god are you fucking serious right now—“

and you slipped right out of the bathroom. leaving behind a disheveled sunghoon with a broken zipper as you walked back into the gala after fixing your dress, one missing was better than two after all.

and sure enough, this particular incident will become a very popular one between your friend group.

if sunghoon’s frown with a finger wrapped up in toilet paper as he talked with your boss was anything to go by, well that and jake sneakily taking photos of your boyfriend to send into the group chat.

“yooo i never sunghoon was this down bad bro.”

യ YANG JUNGWON

jungwon was fairly new to sex.

hell he was fairly new to relationships. to having a partner, to fulfilling his boyfriend duties.

from sweet questions and check ins that he would have with you to panicked conversations with his friend that would get him basically nowhere so he would have to resort to google sometimes.

he was the cutest boyfriend you’ve ever had.

though he was awkward, shy pretty often, he still attempted his absolute best and gave it his all even when it costed him to throw away his dignity alongside his sanity. but jungwon had a problem, he could never say no to you.

it wasn’t just outright refusing you— it was just the thought of rejecting you and the chance to impress you.

now one might think that relationships have their own stages: the beginning, anxious stage where one or both parties are courting the other. and this one is basically the base for everything. this is where it will either work out or fail horribly.

the second one is the ‘honeymoon stage’ after the success of the beginning, it’s the constant need to be there. the urge to amaze one another to prove that there is a reason to stay. to love and to continue.

then there was the comfortability stage. finally settled, finally happy. there should be no need for jungwon to go out of his way to the store when you’re on your period only to buy every single pad size along with multiple chocolate bars even when you’re allergic to almonds— “you know, some people have actually recovered from their allergies so you’ll never know—“ “jungwon you already bought twenty different chocolate bars, i think if i avoid the almond one it’ll be okay..”

there should also be no need for jungwon fluff up your pillows whenever you complained about your body feeling sore, or to prepare an entire tray with different supplements and dishes with high protein when you mentioned in passing that you felt under the weather today.

because jungwon wasn’t only applying his knowledge about ‘princess treatment’ no, it was way beyond that. even worse than ‘monarch treatment’ he was still stuck in the honeymoon stage. still applying ‘let me impress you over and over again just so you’re happy in this relationship and stay treatment’

but you were already past that part. you couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone besides jungwon. your lives were already perfect.

did he spoil you? check (way more than needed sometimes)

loyalty? another check. matter of fact jungwon preferred to actually stay at home with you than hang out with his own guy friends.

any background checks? none needed at all. this was the same boy that found a five dollar bill on the street when he was eight and decided to go to the police station to give it back.

all in all, jungwon was like.. if a very loving marshmallow grew a brain and limbs.

he was perfect.

except he still tried to work on himself. to give even more than his all to your perfect relationship to avoid any possible cracks and problems.

which is why after doing some digging (in his defense, he overheard your call with your best friend, violet. and your voice was.. loud enough. no need for eavesdropping.) he realised that he was right.

he wasn’t perfect. he was lacking in one singular factor that you mentioned one time to violet, the bedroom.

“i really like it when someone talks dirty to me. i think i have a thing for dirty talk to be honest, vi.”

and jungwon was.. confused? worried? caught off guard? because with his inexperience in relationships, he wasn’t quite sure what you exactly meant by dirty talk.

because it surely can’t be your desire to have jungwon sexually talk to you while actively fucking you.

but unfortunately for jungwon (after doing an extensive search on every sketchy and oddly named website he could find) he found out that that’s exactly what you meant.

you wanted jungwon to engage in dirty talk. even though you never outright said this, jungwon still took it this way.

but jungwon is a solider. he’s not one to back down. if anything this whole ordeal just fuelled his need to surprise you even more. as the boyfriend that you chose, he’s ready to quite literally bend reality if you asked him to.

so what were a few sexually explicit words going to be against big and mighty jungwon?

a lot. apparently. a lot. very much so.

right now, jungwon was in the perfect situation. the opportunity twinkling like gold, the ball was in his field— whatever the phrase was it applied to him. this was the perfect time for him to initiate Plan A: Dirty Talk During Intercouse (Debut)

(note: he had no plan B or C planned after this.)

you were straddling him, nothing covering you except your flimsy skirt. ruffling under his hands that gripped your hips while yours were on his shoulders. and jungwon looked at you like you had hung the stars. even if he was balls deep inside of you right now.

“fuck won.. you feel s’good..” the praises fell effortlessly from your mouth and each one went straight to his twitching cock that was cradled by your pussy. jungwon was turned on, blushing, rock hard and was still trying to focus on his main goal.

dirty talk mid fuck. he’s got this, it’s no issue. it’s no problem.

he took a deep breath before “who’s pusˢʸ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ—“

jungwon doesn’t think that there has ever been a moment in his life where he hated himself more than right now.

that one time his sister tripped him in front of his crush in elementary school? nope. or that other time he slipped on spaghetti on his first ever date where he couldn’t face the girl after? no, not that one either. even when his own mom brought up embarrassing overflowing diaper stories to his previous girlfriend’s mom? no.

if jungwon were to round up the amount of embarrassment he felt in those moments, it still wouldn’t amount to the absolute shame and humiliation he felt right now.

he had one job. one singular sentence to speak to you, and his voice cracked.

and now both of you were frozen.

“jungwon did you just-“ “don’t.” “did your voice—“ “please.”

and you had to suck a really deep breath in. anything to just not crack (no pun intended.) anything to hold back your laughter no matter how suffocating it felt. and thankfully jungwon still hadn’t opened his eyes.

“just.. why?” he heaved in, “i heard you saying you liked it.” “oh so you overheard me and vivi talking? and decided to just.. apply it?” the more you heard him speak with his voice barely loud, a mere whisper, like he had a fear now of speaking the more it made you smile harder. simply because of how heart meltingly adorable he was being with his flushed face. “i wanted to give it a try.”

see up until now jungwon was barely holding on by a thread and the more syllables left your mouth the thinner that thread became, “so you actually want to try dirty talk—?” what you weren’t realising was that you were shifting. way too much for a cock as hard and as sensitive as jungwon’s to handle, “wai—“ “do you even realise how cute you sounded?” “hoˡᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ—“

this time the issue wasn’t that his voice cracked like a teenage boy in puberty was again, it was the fact that he came too.

to add more gasoline, salt and lemon juice to the wound, the silence was absolutely silencing. you could not only hear a pin drop, but probably an ant walk too.

so jungwon, accepting defeat and shutting up his mouth just tapped your thigh, ignoring the way your shoulders were shaking from held in laughter and just pulled out. moving to sit on the couch with his elbows to his knees and his palms to his face.

“i’m genuinely never going to recover from this one.”

“yeah..” your voice was suspiciously wobbly. “it’s okay, won. it’ll pass and we’ll move on.” you sniffled.

“i’m gonna book three extra appointments with my therapist.”

a,note. hi this was so funny to write & wasn’t proof read so pls ignore any sentences that aren’t correct / don’t make sense but i rlly hope u enjoyed it !!! feedback is greatly appreciated :3

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heavenlybodies333 · 3 months ago

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Love Bites -S.R

Spencer Reid x Hotch’s daughter!reader

Spencer Reid was many things—profiler, genius, human encyclopedia—but subtle was not one of them. Especially not when it came to hiding the fresh constellation of hickeys scattered down his neck like some kind of prize.

He walked into the bullpen with a file in one hand and his satchel slung awkwardly over the other, already rambling to Morgan about geographical profiling. Which made it all the more entertaining when Derek stopped in his tracks mid-conversation, eyebrows shooting up.

“Hold up.” Morgan squinted, leaning closer, his expression a slow grin of dawning realization.

Spencer froze with his tablet in hand, blinking. "Yeah?"

“Is that—Reid. Are those hickeys?”

"I—uh," Spencer stammered, adjusting his collar like he could somehow will the bruises away. "I didn't—it's not—"

"Oh my god," Penelope gasped. “Did our baby genius finally get laid?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, hard, to keep from laughing. Raising your eyebrows in your best imitation of wide-eyed innocence. Morgan's already circling like a shark. "Damn, kid. Didn’t know you had it in you."

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Reid stammers, tugging his collar up. That only makes it worse. One purplish mark is now clearly visible beneath the edge of his shirt.

Rossi walks by, takes one look, raises an eyebrow, and says nothin—Emily snorts audibly from behind her monitor. Reid sputters. “What—look—I—this is entirely inappropriate workplace behavior!”

“Oh, so you did get laid,” Prentiss grins. You rest your chin on your palm and bite the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from giving everything away.

“I’m not discussing my personal life with you,” Reid says quickly, shifting in his chair and tugging his collar up with a flushed, nervous hand.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t warned him, last night—his hands in your hair, your mouth on his neck, your breath hot and teasing: You’re going to have to explain these, you know. And he’d groaned, hands tightening on your hips, whispering, Worth it.

Guess he wasn’t so sure now.

Morgan wasn’t done. He leaned over Spencer’s desk with a shit-eating grin. “Oh, come on,” He laughs. “Don’t leave us hangin’. Who’s the lucky lady? We didn’t even know you had a lady!”

You slid your gaze toward Morgan, who was watching Reid intently—too intently. His eyes drifted from Spencer’s flushed face to you… and then back to Spencer. And then to you again.

A pause. Then Morgan’s smile stretched wider, far too knowing. “Oh. Oh. No way,” he said under his breath. “No way.”

You raised your brows, feigning innocence. “Something wrong, Agent Morgan?”

“Oh, hell no.” He laughed, backing away with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Hotch is gonna kill you, man.”

Hotch chose that exact moment to walk in, flipping through a file. “Morning,” he muttered. “Briefing in ten.” Everyone straightened. You took another sip of your coffee and shot Reid a knowing smile.

You got up and headed toward the briefing room, but not before leaning in, just enough, as you passed his chair.

Voice soft. Lips close. “Maybe next time,” you whispered,"you’ll wear a higher collar, genius."

“Reid,” comes the sudden, sharp voice from the stairs.

All heads snap toward Hotch, who descends into the bullpen like the Grim Reaper in a suit.

Reid jumps to his feet. “Yes?”

“I need that Georgia file you reviewed yesterday.”

“Uh—yes, yes, right here.” Spencer bolts to grab it from his desk, pushing his chair out with a screech.

Hotch pauses halfway down the stairs. Eyes looking over, your father’s eyes land on you. “You alright?”

You smile. Bright. Innocent. “Peachy, Dad.” He frowns slightly, then keeps walking.

Yeah, there was no way your dad wasn’t finding out.

a/n: spencieeee

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tteokdoroki · 9 months ago

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✎ᝰ. OCT 22ND ★ SOMNOPHILIA - seishiro nagi .ᐟ

[CHAPTER TWENTY TWO SLEEPING BEAUTY ] once upon a time, a brave knight, destined to marry someone she’d never met, says fuck it and plans to reap the rewards of saving the prince from eternal slumber. without realising that he’s already awake… ( 8.8K ).

✧ chapter contents - minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters in their 20s, sleeping beauty!au, somnophilia, hold the moan, overstimulation, cockwarming, dacryphilia, outer-course, handjobs, blowjobs, pussyjobs, free use, dub con, cumplay, creampies, not beta read, knight + fem!reader, aurora!seishiro nagi.

✧ fairy godmother's note - this is so late i'm so sorry, i think i might start posting kinktober towards the end of the week and into november, enjoy me loves. miss u loads! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ☆

you hardly remember the day that prince nagi was born — despite most definitely being there for the ceremony that commemorated it. at the time, you were hardly out of your own leading strings, still babbling dumbly and clinging to your mother’s garments whenever someone poked their nose in your face. obviously far too young to remember the curse placed on him by that wicked witch maleficent.

prince seishiro nagi was beloved by all and affection for him was widespread throughout the kingdom. he was born deep into the night, at a time where the sky had been painted with deep blue and midnight hues, with hair as silky and pale as the silver moon and eyes like the glittering starry sky. so they said. at least that’s what your been told. while present at the time, you would hardly know — you were too young to remember how he looked nor the very moment you were promised to him as a baby yourself.

from the moment you were born, your fate was signed away before your very first breath and once you arrived and took two steps you were instantly reared to become prince seishiro’s future wife. to help join two kingdoms in harmonious union. from the moment you could talk, you’d spent your entire life training to become the wife of a man you hardly knew. there were lessons in perfect posture, dainty dancing and simple sewing. not to mention how to serve a king and please a husband — who apparently had unnatural beauty, the softest voice and the kindest of hearts. outside of nagi, you hadn’t a single hobby or interest that didn’t concern him, solely born and bred for his best interest. how were you supposed to know if any of those spoken traits were really true and not just word of mouth when nobody had any idea where the prince actually was.

rumour had it, that the silver haired royal had been whisked away to the woods to be raised by the very fairies that blessed him — with hopes of avoiding maleficent’s malevolent curse in which seishiro was destined to prick his finger on a poisoned spinning wheel by age twenty three. in an attempt to undo the wicked spell, the fairies had combined their magic and made it so that only a true love's kiss would be able to wake up their beloved prince. which soon became your duty, by the time you came of age too.

since then, and for twenty two years after, there was not a peep from the prince — to his people and his kingdom, he’d practically vanished overnight, becoming one with the moon and stars they prayed to each night. holding out hope for his return to the throne.

in turn, you had no idea when your duty would come to fruition. maleficent's thunderous mountain, shrouded in a thick layer of green, jealous smog that was sure to suck the life from any innocent soul still raged on — meaning her curse hadn’t come true. she still hadn’t found the prince. no one had.

no one except for you.

unknowingly, you’d met nagi humming amongst pointed shrubbery and wild flowers deep in the forest — absentmindedly complaining about tne berries he was forced to forage for his uncles back home. for you, it was instant, as though an invisible force had drawn you two him like the the two poles of a magnet. prince seishiro was a sight to behold, even before you knew who he was, the timbre trill of his voice filled you with a wave of unfamiliar butterflies that battled their way into your throat — trapping your voice. his eyes were an enchanting pool of riches, frightened of your presence at first, but filled with stripes of silver you were sure had to be stolen from the moon.

for you, it was love at first sight. a powerful urge to be near him building up in your lungs like fluid in a sick person. you were sure he felt the same — the emotion obvious in the way he tentatively touched you as you talked about nothing and everything at all. the way he swooped down to your height to listen to tales of land and fortune he could only have dreamed of.

in those hours that you spent alone together; pressed into one another’s side’s amongst intertwined tree branches like two lovers' limbs after a night of improper passion — you’d felt the most seen you had in all your life. for the first time in forever, someone saw you as more than just a bargaining chip or a trophy to be paraded around royal courts in honour of union. someone saw you as a whole, read your story from start to finish and still wanted to know more. you weren’t just a knight made to save a prince. to nagi, you were so much more.

and to you, nagi was a breath of fresh air — someone who craved a more exciting life rather than being banished to a life of greenery and foliage. despite his charming air of laziness and naivety, he expressed to you a burning sense of eager deep within. it was innocent, inquisitive but nagi’s thoughts called out to you like the bird song of two mates. the worlds you came from were different, clearly, but you just made sense to one another.

but back then, in those quiet moment with your head on his shoulder and nothing but the sound of oak leaves swaying in the gentle summer breeze — you’d had no idea that the silver haired stranger was just prince seishiro living under a different name. you thought him a commoner and he thought you a random huntress on a horse. no one had any idea that he was the crown prince, that he’d been snuck back into the castle on the day of his twenty third birthday to regain his title and his crown… only to be lulled by the cruel call of a sinister stranger shortly — pricking his finger just like maleficent had planned.

you were meant to marry. you were supposed to go back for seishiro and run away together, live apart from the expectations bestowed upon you as children. unfortunately, you wouldn’t find out until returned to the spot where you’d first met him, and were met with the face of the villain herself. instead of your lover. that’s when you realised the gravity of it all. who seishiro was. who you were meant to be.

deep down, you knew this was a love too sacred to pass by, and with the white haired prince counting on you — you would do everything in your power to save him. save the prince and the kingdom from sleeping soundly for the next one hundred years.

with the help of the fairies who raised nagi, you were able to take down the terrible maleficent — grateful that your parents had at least made you handy with a sword. through the flames of the beast above you, you wielded your weapon with a strength and bravery that would go down into the history books of lands far and wide. killing maleficent in the form of the dragon had been no easy feat but you fought, with screaming muscles and a bloody face — fulfilling the duty you had been born to do. trained to do. for nagi and for your kingdom.

the difference was, this time, you were doing all of this for love. not just for honour.

after winning the flaming battle, you staggered your way through the kingdom despite your burns and free bleeding wounds, making your way up to the tower where your silver-moon haired lover slept. part of you felt envious of the slumbering kingdom, the eternal rest they had slipped under while your body burned and ached with every step that you took… but as soon as you laid eyes on your handsome prince — sleeping like a fallen angel crowned by scattered lights. the glinting particles of dust forming a shining halo over his sleep the steel hair.

the beat of your heart quickens as you approach the bed tucked deep within his quarters — rivalling the speed of the finest royal race horse and the world completely falls away until the all that remains are you and seishiro. your prince. your love. even while he sleeps, he’s unfairly handsome, grey lashes dusted with starlight just barely brushing the apples of his milky-toned cheeks, his hair curls against his forehead and his lips, rose-tinted, part with each gentle exhale his body takes to keep him alive. without even thinking, your finger trails the slopes and contours of nagi’s delicate features, brushing over his Cupid’s bow that seems damp with the condensation of his warm breaths. the sensation stokes a fire within you while your mind wanders to less than pleasant thoughts.

how would his lips feel if you were to kiss him? how would they taste? how would seishiro kiss you back? the questions swirl around in the calcium cage of your skull like a storm untapped, fuelled by the remnants of adrenaline that simmers in your veins from the fight. it would be wrong, to do what you’re thinking of doing — to press your lips to the seam of his and run your tongue every inch in his hot mouth, behind his teeth and over his own pink muscle. maybe even to cup his throat and feel every breath he takes. it would be so wrong… and yet, your moral compass and previous duties seem to be out of working order, thus, losing the war the flickering desirous flame within you. one that rivals the breath of the dragon slaid outside.

no one would really care if you were to have the way with the crown prince. after all, you would need to be rewarded for your self sacrifice and service to the kingdom that could have very well been burned to the ground if it hadn’t been for your bravery. you deserved this, you deserved him and the chance to appease your growing appetite for the sleeping beauty before you. right now, there were no barriers… no servants and squires and maids or men to tell you what was proper of a knight or of a promised woman, and there certainly weren’t any barriers to the body of the silver haired prince. without any blankets, there wasn’t much to stop you from trailing a hand over seishiro’s clothed stomach and over the hills of his princely dress pants.

your fingertips grazed the taut muscles of his thick thighs as you teased yourself. teased the slumbering royalty. daring tug at the belt loops and thick leather her bound his trousers to his unfairly slender waist. with your lip caught between the sharp edge of your teeth, you unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants inch by inch, a tidal wave of goosebumps erupting over the surface of your body like freshly plucked chicken skin as you reveal more and more of his milky, toned flesh. he’s smooth all over, blueish veins apparent as they spiral underneath his skin, but nagi is just as soft as you remember, as warm brushing up against you as he was the day you first met in the woods.

saliva spreads across your tongue like a sheet of rain during a storm or a flash flood when his undergarments come down with the hem of his trousers, revealing a snow white path of pubic hair that curls prettily against his pelvis. there’s a craving for more that sloshes into the dips and deficits of your brain, like a dark haze that shrouds your brain in nothing but lust — so you act on the feeling, pulling more and more fabric away from seishiro’s most intimate parts until his cock, half hard and already leaking, is able to spring free.

the sleeping beauty’s breath hitches and catches on the edges of his throat as his hard-on first hits the cool air shrouding his chambers. whatever preconceived notion you’d had of the prince’s body beforehand is quickly tossed away when you finally set your sights on his girth — he is as long as he is thick, chubby against the softness of his tummy with a pink tip that already oozes a thick stream of cream caused by the ghost of your touch over him. a warmth spreads through your entire body, an urge to taste him washing over you in a poor attempt to cool your need down. if you taste him, would that be part of your reward? would it matter to anyone if you put your mouth on the prince while he innocently slept… especially after you’d saved everyone?

you still cannot find it within yourself to care.

perhaps the wounds maleficent inflicted upon you have left traces of her bad energy, for you continue to disregard your own morals and good intentions by crawling onto nagi’s bed ( careful with your movements while he shifts in his slumber ) and you keep your touch tender when taking him into your hold, the supple pads of your fingers wrapping around the length of the prince’s shaft while you smooth the pad of your thumb into the slit on his cockhead. rubbing the precum into it sweetly. now up close and personal with his most intimate parts, you’re able to catch the scent of nagi… which only worsens your hunger for him. he smells so good, the musky scent of his arousal almost sending your eyes into the back of your skull — acting like fumes of a pretty wildflower in the forest you once met.

it hypnotises you, takes over your every thought and action in the heat of the moment. every sensation you once felt is now heightened by your own arousal, the feeling of your tongue behind your teeth and the silken sheets against your knees and the blistering temperature of seishirou’s girth in your palm. adjusting your grip on him to something more firm, soft little hands dwarfed by the sheer size and thickness of him, and accidentally pull a tiny moan from your sleeping lover. any trepidation mingling with the air in your lungs is quickly eradicated once you finally give in, flicking your tongue over the cream gathering at nagi’s mushroomed cockhead that burns a painful shade of deep red.

opening your mouth, you take seishiro down your throat as though it’s the easiest thing in the world, your tongue flexing against the bluish purple forked veins that spiral down his heavy shaft. all you want to do is make him harder, feel the blood rush from his slumbering brain to his balls so you can take him properly, elsewhere, later on. what doesn’t fit past the seams of your chapped lips, you continue to palm, setting a steady pace to the rhythm of your hands jerking the silver-haired prince off. its slick and easy, aided by the thick globs of precum that spill over your knuckles and sink into the lines in your palms — seishiro may be asleep, but his body reacts, hips bucking into your closed fist while he squeaks and sighs lazily.

his head remains tacked to the pillow tucked behind it, starlight locks splayed out across the cooling silk fabric — perfectly tousled despite being slightly out of place as he writhes under the sinful prison of your hot, wet mouth. even you have to moan as you sink down on him, his heavy and pulsating balls meeting your chin while your nose nudges the prickliness of his happy trail. if he were awake, you wonder if nagi would be the type to coax you through giving him head — soft whimpers glossed in his lips while those moonshine grey eyes hold your gaze. or would he push your head down on him and fuck your mouth lazily as though it were another hole to fill with his cum.

part of you wants to rouse him right now, with the kiss of true love the fairies said would work on him, but only to hear how much louder he’d cry and moan for you. you want to hear how the Prince would praise you for taking him so well, slurping the early seed from his tip and hollowing your perfect pudgy cheeks as you gargle him down your eager throat. your imagination runs ahead of your actions as you bob your head faster and faster without regard for your lover sleeping soundly above you lewd slurping sounds echo throughout the room as you picture him looking down at you with flushed cheeks and lidded moonlit eyes — coaxing you to take more of him.

the heat between your thighs returns, an unbearable searing ache pulsating through your clit as blood carrying lust and other happy hormones shoot straight to it. in one swift motion, you shove a single hand past the waistband of your own pants and undergarments to toy with the sensitive bud, smearing whatever remained of his precum and pre-release against your awaiting cunt. your eyes flutter shut at the taste and heaviness of nagi on your tongue, his viscous arousal flowing down your throat in saltine waves. the flavour was addictive and you found yourself bobbing your head faster, and faster — matching it to the pace at which you stroked your own sticky slit.

lavishly, you run your tongue back and forth over the opening of seishiro’s bulbous cockhead, humming happily around his thick shaft when he involuntarily bucks into the hellish fire of your mouth — it makes your heart swell to know that his body is reacting to you and you alone, how it could very well be this way for the rest of your lives. while you hump your own fingers, their tips pruning with how wet you are as you circle your clit, the sleepy beauty’s balls batter your chin as his taut hips thrust upwards instinctively to chase your dripping tongue and mouth.

drool pours from the corners of it, just as you leak against the seat of your panties — your juices hot and viscous while you finger fuck yourself and get off to the sensation of blowing the sleepy prince while he rests. everything is so sloppy, so messy and wet and you can’t help but to spit down on nagi as his dick swells against your tongue, the frothy mixture clinging to the prominent blood flushed veins that sprinkle from the tip down to his base.

your release sneaks up on you like a silent figure in the night; hiding from the moonlight and a dirty moan slips from between your lips as you let go of your lover with a lewd pop, your jaw aches deliciously and your tongue is sore from running circles over his tip — as is your wrist from being down your pants to bully shapes into your clit but you don’t mind the pain, it’s all worth it to make yourself feel good. to make nagi feel good so you can use him later on, turning him from a prince into a sex doll. dopamine continues to spark across your brain as you switch from sucking to jerking nagi off, keeping the rhythm of your slick palm wrapped around him in tune with the one that rolls your clit between your fingertips and pinches your swollen folds.

you don’t last much longer, not when you’re able to watch the moonlit prince fall apart above you even when the depths of sleep cling to the fine lines of his soul. the last remaining thread of your sanity snaps before you’re cumming against your own digits, gushing through the gusset of your panties and straight through the layer or your pants — even while you shiver and shake from the force of your own orgasm, you manage to find a the mobility to tap nagi’s cockhead lewdly against your pink tongue, grinning with an open mouth as his own orgasm rips through his unconscious form.

warm and viscous seed paints a pretty picture against your strawberry tastebuds as it spurts copiously from his ravaged, fully erect cock. even hitting the back of your throat.

but it’s not enough, it’s still not enough. a fire of desire still burns bright inside of you and nagi is still as hard as a rock in your hand. so you don’t see a point in stopping, not when you still want him and he clearly still wants you.

in a whirlwind of fabric, you quickly abandon the lower half of your clothes — even though your legs are violently shaking and there’s a fizz in your brain that makes your vision go blurry from your orgasm, you find the strength to clamber into the prince’s lap and straddle him. a pulse of excitement runs through you as your bare ass meet his half dressed thighs and you set your palms flat against his chest to steady yourself above him. you’re barely able to contain the wavering moan that rumbles in the back of your throat as seishiro’s erection jumps against your sluice sex, as if coaxing you to lower yourself down onto him.

without an air of guilt, you do just that; indulging your sleeping lover’s underlying plea as you slip a hand between your temperate bodies to position his creamy cock at your weeping entrance — you run it back and forth over your slit a few times whilst holding back a quivering hiss, letting him dip in and out of your unused hole. you can’t help but squeak adorably when you start to rock your hips down, sucking him in and stretching over the thick circumference of his tip. you even manage to clench down on seishiro, trapping him inside with each inch you manage to take.

your head hangs low and you steady yourself against nagi again; nails forming pink crescent moons against his pearlescent skin because you’re not sure how much of this burn you can take. he’s so big, yet his cock is so helpless against your sticky walls — it’ll take a lot of work just to reach the hilt. “oh, fuck,” you whimper to yourself quietly, not wanting to be caught taking advantage of the kingdom’s slumbering royalty. you try to stablwlisw your breathing, hold onto your sanity by only fucking yourself over his tip because right now… it’s all you can manage. getting used delicious stretch to your pussy and the resistance of your hole as nagi slips into your tightness.

in order to ground yourself, you press yourself against the moonlit prince until you’re both chest to chest — allowing your body to relax against is as you slide further down his cock. and, with this change in position, you easily dot feather light kisses from the pale skin, unmarked skin of seishiro’s neck up to his jawline — licking the light layer of perspiration that added diamonds to his skin. his pulse is slow, languid under your lips, just as the rise and fall of his chest is. nagi still sound asleep as you bathed his cock in all of your syrupy wetness. eventually, you reach his lips and hardly hesitate in kissing them, lapping over the seam of them with your tongue as if you’re asking for entrance when you don’t really need to.

not when his body is so willing to give into you, even while seishiro rests.

you swear you feel his lips twitch apart against your own, parting specifically for you to pour your withering moans into him and breathe life into his unconscious soul — your tongue licks at his, relishing in the flavour and slight sweetness to his mouth, letting it distract you from the twinge between your thighs as you finally seat yourself on his girth fully; breeders balls nestled comfortably against the curve of your ass. a feeling of content washes over you, feeling the chubbiness of his girth press hotly against your ribbed walls that catch on his prominent veins there.

panting lightly, a ripple of desire is the next sensation that you feel, experimentally clenching around the prince below you — bottoming out as your cunt drools down on him. somehow, you find the strength in your thighs to lift your hips and thrust back down, a wet slap bouncing off of all four walls in response. it’s insane how tight, warm and wet you are — how thick, heavy and nagi is, constantly pressed up against your g-spot before you’ve really even moved. you splutter and hiccup as you begin the slow bounce of your hips and allow yourself the grace to accommodate for your sleeping lover’s size, his bright red and possibly overstimulated cockhead nudging feverishly against the pleasure spots that decorate your temperate silken walls.

“…gods,” comes your shaky voice, trapped behind the prison of your teeth in a weak attempt to hold in your moans. “s-seishiro, f-feel so good…” though you speak to no one in particular, using the sound of your own wailing voice to get yourself, you can feel the white-haired royal underneath you buck upwards as though he wants to fuck you back — driven by tired strings of lust and desire as though he’s a puppet on a set of strings for your own pleasure. collapsing forward, you nestle your head underneath his chin so that the only part of your body moving is your hips working up and down on nagi’s pulsating cock at break-neck speeds. in this position, your murky breaths of exertion coast over his pearlescent skin and your eyes grow misty at the perfect angle. your stream of thrusts are constant like a rushing river, allowing his bulbous leaky tip to barrage into your sex and pull squelching, lewd noises from your poor pussy.

you’re already so sensitive, it’d be a miracle if you last much longer riding your lover like this and to your heart’s content. slumped over him, chewing on your chapped lips to hide the debauched noises that slosh over your tongue and are churned up in your mouth with the drool there. it’s pathetic, really, but your mind is too hazy and high on the drug of ecstasy to care. to pacify yourself and the growing fire that burns the butterflies in your tummy, you switch from bouncing on his fat girth to grinding against it, dancing with your partner in a sensual sticky grind where only you are able to lead. every stroke of his cock within your sluice, pulsating walls makes it harder for you to keep quiet or keep still — the bed creaking beneath the weight of your movement becomes a loud wail and harmonises perfectly with the tune or skin slapping on skin and your pathetic bleats of bliss.

sweat from the exertion of pounding your mound down on the curve of his cock begins to bead at your hairline, pearling in opaque orbs that form your own halo. one that belongs to a fallen angel. it drips down the side of your face onto the prince below you, another way that you mark him, just as your juices do — droplets of it trailing down his shaft, balls and even his ass. if someone were to walk in now, they’d set their sights on an obscene display of sin, their perfect prince defiled by his knight to be, but you don’t care, your mind and exhausted limbs buzzing with wanton. you’ll use him until cum, claim your prize and work your selfish pussy over him until you know every constellation by heart because of how many times you’ve used seishiro to make yourself see stars.

every sensation overwhelms you, the creamy and tackiness to his cock between your slicked up thighs and the pressure of his purpling cockhead as it digs disgustingly against your g-spot in the most perfect of ways because you clench down on him every now and again. static rings loud in your ears that burn with both shame and lechery for taking advantage of your sleeping lover, the notes from the tune your fat pussy pap-pap-papping as it connects with stitchers of nagi’s bare flesh has a tingling sensation spreading under your skin too. even when he bucks instinctively into you, your entire body jolts in response because there’s no greater relief than knowing that you are yearned for… even within the clutches of unconsciousness.

when nagi whimpers in his sleep, you have to bite his shoulder — keeping your wailing mouth occupied even if you’ll leave teeth marks against him in place. someone could hear the way you beg him to fuck you, muffling yourself as you whisper dirty fantasies to yourself and split your swollen nether lips open on his drippy dick. you’re not sure if that is a good or bad thing to want, to be heard. “f-fuck me sei… p-please my prince,” everything feels so depraved and so wrong, while you whine sweetly against saltine skin. however, you don’t see yourself stopping — not until you can no longer feel your legs from riding him and your cunt aches from cumming so hard. “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

the back and forth of your sluice sex over nagi’s lap tampers with your system, sending orgasmic shockwaves down your spine and happy hormones into your bloodstream. you alternate, once more peeling your soaked thighs away from his and lift your fluttering entrance higher and higher up his shaft until there’s barely an inch of the white haired royal left inside of you. the emptiness makes you miss him, a choked sob weaving its way like a vine through the gaps in your ribs as it claws its way out of your throat. it’s a shuddering noise that you suppress by locking lips with seishiro again, wet on the seam of them as you lift your head to kiss him.

“i wanna cum, nagi!”

the words are just about to melt in his mouth but…

…but euphoria is quick to slip into your veins like a welcomed chill on a hot day when nagi suddenly rouses from his slumber — following a natural compulsion to snap his hips upwards with a powerful force and filling you in one fluid motion. he’s awake. one of his hands, extremely strong and veiny and firm takes you by surprise as it clamps down on the back of your neck so that he can keep you in place too. it was almost as if he was chasing the snugness of your oozing, squelchy mound. an incredulous gasp drifts warmly from your mouth and condenses in nagi’s, for a second you worry that he might push you off and yell for help… but recognition registers on the slope of his handsome features.

he’s awake…how long has seishiro been awake?

moonlight lashes flutter against your face from your proximity and murky grey eyes, littered with exhaustion between their flecks, light up with a sprinkling of hearts as then open to look at you. slowly but surely their gaze drifts downwards, honing in on the point at which his milky cock repeatedly disappears into your puffy pussy, the glaze of your essence on his rock hard cock and clinging to his pubes put on display.

groaning hoarsely and deeply, nagi’s freehand shoots down to the bouncing flesh of your ass without a lick of hesitation and pulls you the rest of the way down his pulsing girth. then up again. then back down — giving him all of the control to pummel your pussy to the high heavens. hard and fast. “i thought… thought you wanted to cum,” the moonlit prince mumbles, voice still puppeteered by the last strings of sleep. “don’t make it a hassle by holding back now… fuck your self down on my cock ‘n cum…”

he’s awake… how much of this has seishiro been awake for?

nagi builds up a formidable momentum inside of you, dragging his seedy tip along your ravaged walls, shocking for someone who had essentially just woken up from a curse of eternal slumber. he doesn’t seem to mind that you’ve been using him like a toy for your own sexual desires, but how could he? not when you’re dousing him in your sweet nectar, slapping your soaked sex down on him and squeezing his aching shaft just like that. how can a man, no less a prince, whine about waking up to such a good fuck?

all you can do is reply with a high pitched squeal, your body jerking and jolting on top of nagi as you struggle to keep up with thrusts. “come now, don’t make me do all of the work,” white starts to froth at the base of his cock, bubbling up while it streaks over your ruined pussy lips and clit. “after all, you started this… took advantage of me while i slept. s’only fair, angel,” he adds nonchalantly and makes you gush unbelievable amounts of arousal at the condescending air about his words.

he’s awake and now seishiro wants you to cum for him.

you do try your very best to do as nagi says, selfishly squeezing down on him and locking his precum bleeding tip inside your gummy walls, but your hips fumble their rhythm as soon as he looks up at you — sweaty hair splayed out in the sheets like an angel, lips parted in both curiosity and awe, cock bulging in your lower stomach. you’re choking the life out of seishiro and he likes it, feeling like he’s been rewarded for just being a pretty prince.

all you want is for him to make you scream and squirt — your clit smears against his pelvis while you buck down on him feverishly. he barely lets you lift of his erection at this point. “‘m close… s-seishiro, please! c-can’t…”

it’s the first time you’ve spoken his name directly to him since your love-at-first-sight encounter in the woods and it flips a switch in the peaceful prince of the night. “y-yeah you can, angel. of course you can…” with a breathy, almost whiny moan, seishiro uses his newfound energy to assault your cunt with a barrage of wild thrusts. jackhammering into you, jerking you about on his throbbing length, coated in a milky mix of your shared arousals. “had no problem… fixing yourself on my cock before. ‘m sure you can make yourself cum on it now that i’m here to help,” he adds through gritted teeth, never letting up on his incredible speed. “shouldn’t be a hassle.”

that’s all you really need to hear before you’re thrown into the deep end, the dark abyss of the night. while the ropes in your tummy unravel and unwind, the tune of sinful sex reaches its final crescendo and the world around you fades away as you’re thrown over the edge and temporarily black out — you practically squirt in an aggressive, clear stream and renders you a cum soaked mess in the prince’s lap. he forces your head into the junction between his neck and jaw, utilising his hold on you to help muffle the scream that burns at the sore edges of your voice as you cum for him. practically drowning nagi in everything you have to give.

as if chasing something, your lover speeds up his thrusts, trying to make sure he isn’t left behind while you cum for him. growls and grunts spill over his lips, nagi’s pink tongue darting out the flavour you’d left on him as he slept. he buries himself deep inside of you, lunging into that one special spot nestled deep within your walls so that he can prolong your release — working hard even though he was just roused from what seemed like an eternal night.

the aftershocks of your high and heavenly spasms of your hole around nagi simply aren’t enough to satisfy him however — whatever remains of an orgasm he had coming fade away like embers of a dying flame while you come down. in fact, before you can even collapse on the white haired royal fully, he uses a strength you were unaware that he possessed to immediately flip you onto your back — manhandling you into the position he desires most. your thighs pushed together, knees pushed into your chest and him… towering over you menacingly.

only now do you realise how… large seishiro is. how much more dominant he is over you. how it may have been a mistake to think you could steal pleasure from him while he slept as a personal reward and not expect consequence. or at least a consequence you might enjoy too. “such a waste,” he comments groggily, pulling his cream soaked cock from its home within your pretty pussy with a hiss. using one hand, nagi grabs at his ravaged shaft and taps it against the swell of your thighs pushed together. “how can you use me like that…and still fail to make me cum? i’ll have to do it myself. what a bother, angel.”

your breath catches in your throat, indicating your surprise. “seishiro…w-wait,” you plead, lips parting in a quiet moan at every squeeze of your flesh and tug of hips to get your body into place. you don’t even know what you’re asking for or why you’re asking him to stop, you still don’t care about the consequences. all you want is for the sleeping beauty above you to fall apart, to hear your name on the tip of his tongue, to feel him cum wherever that may be. “‘m sorry…i-i didn’t know you were awake!”

“don’t care darlin’,” seishiro’s breathy words hang between the pearliness of his teeth, shaggy hair tickling the skin on your calves as he positions them over his shoulders instead of in the air. “don’t r’member much… just my finger gettin’ pricked ‘n then you… using me. on top of me…” his cock makes a home between your plush thighs, pushing back and forth against the flesh to relieve his painfully hard erection. the action itself paints the canvas of your body with remainders of your arousal and essence — thick stringy globs of white forming tracks against soft skin. “f-fuck angel, you put in all this work to make yourself cum using me… now it’s my turn.”

eyes that mirror the silver light of the moon flutter shut and nagi’s nose judges against your ankle — lips grazing the pointed bone and in their wake leave a trail of inflamed bites from where he leaves his mark on you, hoping that they’ll be present on the morning to remind you of who you belong to. his pink tongue peeks out to lick, loll over and soorje what he nips at, but the wet sensation doesn’t distract from curious finger tips that dance their way down and pinch your arousal soaked, fat folds together. neediness streams into your tone as you whimper out for more and your hips arch up to chase the feeling.

in response a lazy grin twitches at the corner of your prince’s mouth, playing with the tackiness your cunt leaves against his hand before he spreads it over his bright red tip as lube. “quit squirming angel, s’too much of a bother to keep you pinned down,” seishiro then adjusts his knees on the bed and his hips begin to brutally rut into you, dragging his sloppy length back and forth, back and forth through the makeshift pocket pussy he’s made out of your quivering limbs. his precum loaded tip prods at the softness of your tummy and earns you a symphony of high pitched moans and heaving pants, harmonised with heavy balls slapping wetly against your clit over and over again. to the point where you fear you may be overcome with another orgasm all too soon.

being used like this, it feels humiliating, shame burns like paper held to a flame underneath the surface of your skin and tears begin to sting in your lower lash line as your entire body jolts up the bed — nagi throwing you about like a rag while he plunges his hips against your doughy thighs. his stamina impresses you too, but you find it hard to dwell on how quickly your lover was able to be riled up after rising from the constraints of an all powerful curse. you don’t mind the aching pulse to your untouched pussy when you get to watch nagi hang over you and hungrily hump your shaky legs — his usually kind eyes are swamped with darkness of lust the back of his pupil practically eclipsing the grey colour.

his head darkens at the roots from how much he’s sweating, droplets crowning his head and running down his back like water on a glass windowpane. he’s a sight to behold, he makes your holes drool and mouth water, the both of you completely wrecked by a little thigh fucking and humping. between his merciless pace and the creaks from the bed, nagi jams a veiny hand between the sensual bump and grind of your bodies to grasp at his thick, temperate shaft — pulling it down to run through the entire length of your slippery before tapping it greedily against your puffy clit and snack between your thighs.

the sweet squeak you release has the prince repeating his action over and over, blood rushing through the purpling veins that spiral down his chubby cock. you’re the perfect sticky little fleshlight for him to fuck, to hold and love, and he hisses, jutting his hips forward in order to chase the euphoria coursing for his veins like the next best drug — all while he pounds your thighs to the starry heavens and back.

juicy, wet sounds fill the room to the brim, a concert and performance of moans and whimpers to match and accompany nagi pounding away at your thighs, grinding against your sex. the white haired man leaks copious amounts of precum, milky like his hair and loose from his sore and sensitive rouge tip, that can’t stop weeping, oozing. his arousal makes each of his movements easier and more fluid, slipping and sliding between your legs and just grazing your sobbing mound. this way; you’re reminded of the sheet sheer size of your lover from the woods — be throbs, swollen and fat with an oncoming orgasm, with the seed that weighs down his balls that swing with each rut of his hips.

a hearty sob escapes you each time they press against you, dragging over your clit that begs for attention. the visage of your prince above you — flushed at the cheeks ( if they’ve been kissed by the petals of a rose), white brows knitted together st the centre of his forehead while ruby lined lips appear bitten and bruised — begins to blur from your saltine tears. you can no longer hold back, raw and rough desire washing away your ability to control your body and your voice.

the way you cry wracks your body with the case of the shakes because of the wild whines resounding from deep within seishiro’s hard chest. each sound makes your cunt quiver, your juices darkening the sheets below and clinging to his snow while pubes, all the while, the prince ravishes you pulling you apart molecule by molecule before he pieces you back together with just a lazy shape drawn against your hardening clit.

“w-what a waste of tears, i thought you wanted to use me,” nagi stutters out, breath condescending against your ankles. it makes him pulse between your thighs, knowing that he’s the one able to reduce you to a mess of cum and tears — even if you did half the work for him while he slept soundly. the fact that you threaten to break, still holding onto your inhibitions and desperate moans, only serves to make home rut his creamy cock against you faster. “you should give it up angel, m-much less of a hassle if you give into me.”

and with that, seishiro leans down to kiss you, his swiftness akin to a starved man. he manhandles your thighs to sit either side of his unfairly slender waist, granting him the room to swoop down until you’re chest to chest — his wide, large frame hiding your shaky one away from the world underneath him as his teeth sink into your bottom lip. he licks into your mouth as you open up with a shy mewl, devious tongue wrapping itself around your own as he tastes himself there. “thank you for waking me up, angel,” spit slings between your eager mouths, movements a little out of sync and languid since they’re so driven by a raw passion that simmers underneath the sleepy fog clouding the prince’s brain. “wakin’ me up to do this,”

he settles back on his haunches after coming up for air, laughing tiredly at the pout on your lips from the loss of contact.

but now that you’re spread eagle with your cunt drooling openly on the bed and glistening under the moon’s light — the white haired royal angles his hips just right, shuddering from head to toe as his sex soiled girth slots between your swollen folds perfectly. his bulbous tip peeks out against your clit and he circles it against you, desperate to hear you wail like the wind again. “feels so good against you, s’not fair how good you feel,” he says under his stuttering breath, using a thumb and forefinger to spread your pussy lips apart — groaning at the strings of clear slick that tie them together. ““later on, when i’ve got more energy, i’m going to fuck this pretty hole. make sure i really have my turn.” nagi promises and swallows thickly at the raunchy sight of you, viscous drops of your treacle like nectar running over your slit and down to your puckered asshole.

you’re grateful for his touch, the friction you’re about to receive… but you miss seishiro’s lips and his tongue so deep in your mouth he might as well have been fucking it too. why do you miss those luscious lips? because they keep you quiet, muffle your embarrassingly high moans and withering screams of pleasure, cover up your glass shattering cries that accompany your teary face. he’s so heavy and raw against you, grinding his shaft that shoots tiny spirts of precum onto your cunt while you match his rhythm — it’s a wonder why you’re crying right now. not to mention the rounds of overstimulation he’s put you through.

“you were so quiet before, angel, what happened?” a condescending tone fills out the weight in nagi’s voice, punctuated by the harsh lunges of his hips forwards as he smothers his girth in the juicy offerings from your folds. part of the prince wants to selfishly keep you writhing against his hot and heavy dick for all of eternity, adoring the way you bleat and cry for him through bleary Bambi eyes. hes sure you wouldn’t mind it either, but he’s too far gone to keep edging you both forever. “does it feel that good? so fucking good that you can’t help but whine and whimper for me… s’too much of hassle to hold back, angel. go one, cry pretty f’me, pretty girl…”

you burst into tears, letting your emotions overwhelm you. “feels so, so good, my prince,” you slur back as that familiar twinge of pleasure begins to rapidly mount within your tummy once more — throwing an avid, heated look his way. “s-sei, ‘m close,” one of your shaky hands take purchase in the silvery roots of his hair while the other grasps him shoulder so that you have the leverage to grind into him — rocking your hips in a fluid motion like a boat on rapid waves. sanity slips away from you under nagi, his energy completely unmatched as you struggle to keep up with his pace. the way he chases your sweltering, souse sex with the speed of the kingdom’s finest race horse. he pushes forward when you pull back and it goes both ways — one moment can’t happen without the other.

nagi simpers above you, smirking lazily as he pushes back the sweaty snowy white roots of his hair — drinking in the sight of you. “that so? you’re close? wanna feel it’s, s’too much effort to have you hold it…not when you sound so wet…” both of you move with increased vigour the closer you get to cloud nine, seishiro cooing to you like over the crude sound of your sexes slipping over each other. “…y’should be embarrassed, yanno,” he presses against you, whimpering happily at the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest with each thrust, his breath hot against the tips of your ears and weakly grinds against you clit now — his own orgasm on the horizon. “taking advantage of me like that. using me. s’naughty princess. such a hassle.”

he tucks his face against your neck, teeth grazing over the skin while he listens out for your hiccuped sobs and heaving chest — you’re so loud when you’re close and it pleases nagi. he can’t stop tapping your clit and nipping at your flesh — desperate to hear how much louder you can get without holding back. a gargled gasp from you has his cock twitching and threatening to burst with release, while the condescending gripes that vibrate in his chest shoot straight to you’re swollen clit.

listening to you cry and settling his greyed gaze on your puffy eyes is more than enough for nagi to cum, the string of his own sanity snapping as you scream for him. “you look like you’re about to cum, angel,” he purrs lowly, panting between each word. “mmmh, don’t you think i deserve to go first? fuuuuck i’m close…so close. do you want it inside? i won’t ruin the bed that way… wont need to clean it up…” seishiro rambles over the spit pooling pathetically on his tongue, bucking faster and harder against your slippery cunt with each syllable he manages to get out. “…wanna put it inside you as you cum.”

you barely have it in you to respond and you can hardly make sense of it all, brain running a mile a minute. the feeling of your orgasm twists in your lower stomach, stacking painfully in your pelvis at a rapid pace you can’t even comprehend. “yes…! want it inside, gods yes!” you sigh out, voice rising several octaves. “want you inside!”

though it’s entirely selfish of you to make demands in the moment, after how you so sinfully used the sleeping prince as your prize — nagi relents, slipping the delicious curve of his cock past your puckered, fluttering entrance just as he reaches his peak. it makes him shake as though the gods have stepped down from the heavens and set foot on earth and he really can’t help it, how much he cums. there's so much of it, white hot seed that spews into you hotly, so pent up from all the pleasure you’d given him while he slept. his heavy load pulses against your sensitive, ribbed walls and sticks — lubing up your insides while he pushes his milky cock deeper into your bare cunt.

“f-fuck!” the white haired prince curses loud enough to rouse his loyal subjects within a ten mile radius with one final swing of his hips. “f-fuck angel… gods!” strings of opaque seed tie the veins on his shaft to your precious hole and as he twitches with the last spurts of his orgasm — your own high is triggered.

white flashes behind your eyes and the dam breaks for the third and final time — your release trickles out of you in small waves and you let out a borderline pornographic moan. nagi hums happily at the feeling of you squirting around him, Essen e clinging to his pubic hair too.

for a second or two, seishiro relishes in the way you convulse around him, giving you a moment to calm down while he pacifies your high pitched squeals with gentle kisses along the side of your head. you’re still quivering when he collapses on top of you exhausted — neither of you having the capacity to speak properly. “d-don’t move… jus’ lay here with me,” he murmurs, tripping on his words. “‘m tired… don’t wanna move,”

you hardly have the strength to deny seishiro or push him off, snuggling into him as the pair of you roll onto your sides. “you’re tired… you almost slept for an eternity!” a laugh escapes you in reply.

“and guess who woke me up and made me work to cum. s’on you not me. fair is fair.” nagi quips back, burying his face into your neck.

you suppose that he has a point, nuzzling him from below as the two of you drift off without the fear of never waking up, of succumbing to lifelong sleep — content, happy and fucked out by your sleeping beauty.

the end.

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the way

★ pairing: softdom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader PART FOUR (final series) OF THE PROJECT 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part one 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ part two 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part three

✦summary: Now you get the full experience of dating the kind of guy you thought you’d never fall for. It’s all late-night laughs, sweet touches, and moments that feel like a dream, but there’s certainly always something new to learn about him, or with him.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fuff, college au, established relationship, tight riding, clit play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, handjob, oral sex, teasing, pet names, light exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive chan ?

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♡ the way by ariana grande ♡ love on the brain by rihanna ♡

(all the parts have been sweetly requested! — I add one thing or two for the narrative hehe)

wen’s note: cheesy ahh song for inspo, as per usual. i tried to be sweet :p. sorry this took so longgg omg lol, for my tp stansss, thanks for +5k notes in the original (first part) post :3 also this is the final series omg so sad, soo... the end?

As far as you knew, everything was strangely perfect. It was only a matter of time before Chan started acting even more affectionately, especially now that you were official, which excited him too much.

You had never had that kind of connection or little distraction in your life; you didn’t even have the words to describe it any more. It was unexpected, the way you fell so deeply in love with Chan from one moment to the next, going from being complete strangers to complementing each other.

It was a cheesy, sweet, and shy love that grew with each passing day. You never thought you’d be in that position, but being with Chan made everything clear. He made you laugh, he made you happy, he listened to every little thing you had to say, you talked too much, and you spent more time together. He planned the perfect dates, and you went along with his pace and plan, always offering an opinion, despite being the slightly nosy and extremely worrisome person you were, which he loved about you. For you, it could be said that Chan was your first love. You weren’t the type of girl who fell in love easily, especially in the past years of your youth, walking arm in arm with a boy in the school hallways; you considered it unnecessary and slightly ridiculous, but with Chan, it was different. Neither of you were kids; you were in college, and he was a real man, so it was so easy for you to fall in love with him. He was cute, sweet, attentive, silly… and incredibly handsome. He was absolutely everything you never thought he would be.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up too high, because part of you was afraid of getting hurt, and… it might sound corny, or make you look blind, but with him, you felt that he wasn’t that kind of person. The moment you were both experiencing was so incredibly sweet.

On the other hand, Chan had been dying for you since that sweet moment when your tenderness and intelligence dazzled him. That’s when he knew, but circumstances made him shy and nervous… How could he approach you when he knew so little about you before? You didn’t go to parties often enough to bump into each other magically, and he hardly ever saw you on campus. How could he approach you, the most beautiful and intelligent girl in his eyes? You always lived in your own world, and now he was part of it. That project had been the perfect excuse, the little push he needed, and now you were together.

You were so different, but you always managed to coordinate. You were still shy, it was your nature, and that kept Chan enchanted, although it was clear that you were feeling more and more confident, you trusted him completely, you felt free to be yourself, comfortable, and loved. Sometimes you stopped to think… how suddenly it was possible.

You were in that phase where you were exploring your relationship, and it felt so pure and innocent to the public eye, being with you all the time without seeming strange or cloying. He spent time with you, walking together on campus, studying and eating together, and talking for hours. He always took you out on the town, convincing you to go on even the smallest of dates… and in private, you loved each other passionately without any restrictions. All your sweet love blended perfectly with the obscenity and intimacy of the sex you shared. Chan and you were highly sexual, your chemistry in bed was irremediable, but just as he could fill you with all his sweet love, he also offered you many other things.

You didn’t understand why, perhaps because you were still somewhat inexperienced when it came to sex, but there was something about Chan that made you feel uncontrollably and undeniably horny. And sometimes it was hard for you to express it, because you didn’t want your connection to be purely sexual. After all, you recognized all the beautiful things that connected the two of you, plus you didn’t want to seem obvious or slightly sick, or the fact that you were still inexperienced made you nervous. Because it was true, he drove you absolutely crazy, and you knew a thing or two about his past, where he used to have other girlfriends before you. He didn’t talk about it directly or often, because it wasn’t relevant to him, his present, and his girlfriend now was you, who was all that mattered to Chan, you were his whole world now, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you couldn’t help but feel curious about the girls he had dated before...

Chan was so sweet to you that having those kinds of thoughts about who exactly his exes were sometimes made you feel bad. You knew it all—that he was right for you, because that time he asked you to be his girlfriend didn’t stay that way; but a few days later, he became a little nervous and suspicious, suddenly taking a keen interest, more than usual, in the clothes you wore. He wanted your opinion on everything, what colors you liked, what you felt comfortable and pretty in, and if he gave you the option of letting him buy you whatever you wanted, what exactly you would ask for.

After that, you understood that his behavior was because he was secretly planning a nice date. And he told you just one day before. You changed all your plans for him, which basically consisted of schoolwork and the occasional tutoring session for younger students, because you could see how tenderly excited and thrilled your boyfriend was about the date.

Chan chose everything for you: the dress, your shoes... He took you to a nice place, gave you flowers, and then you talked while he drove around the city with no fixed destination, until he stopped. You noticed that he was a little nervous and tense, so that day you asked him what was wrong, and he insisted on getting out for a moment, avoiding the question.

You thought that night was just that. Another nice date, but Chan’s intention was even nicer and sweeter, and you had no idea. It was his way of asking you to be his girlfriend, once again, in a more intimate, comfortable, vulnerable space, and this time with both of you fully clothed, or at least that was Chan’s line of reasoning.

You saw him, he looked certainly uncomfortable and nervous, and then you looked around, dark, alone, but you felt in a way that being there, surrounded by trees and with the presence of the starlit sky, was warm and comforting. You turned to look at Chan with a smile, as you immediately thought that you were there to stargaze, and suddenly it seemed extremely tender and sweet to you.

But you noticed your boyfriend’s expression, licking his lips, and gathering the courage to tell you.

“Y/n... I want to ask you something very important.”

The way he said it alarmed you a little, and you whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to ask you... Once again in a more appropriate place, between you and me,” he took your hands, caressing them, intertwining them with his while looking at you sweetly, “would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Your slightly worried expression changed in seconds, and a smile appeared on your face. You didn’t understand it at the time.

“I thought I was already your girlfriend?” you joked.

“I wanted a nicer moment than when I asked you that... it was... something immature, right after we—mm, you know,” he said, making a funny face.

You giggled, the fact that you thought he might have been planning and thinking about it for days, asking you this, knowing Chan, seemed really adorable to you. How could a man like him be so cute to you?

“Well... would you like that?” he added, curious, raising an eyebrow, looking at you amused.

“Yes, Chan... but hey, but then what date will we use as our anniversary now?”

“The...” he leaned in close to you, to give you a soft, tender, quick kiss, “date you like best, sweetheart.”

“Ahh, and...” Chan let go of you to go to the back of his car, leaving you slightly confused for a few seconds, and you knew as soon as he came back, “this is for you. Open them.”

You couldn’t believe it; you hadn’t even noticed that they had been hidden in his car all this time. With Chan, anything was possible. Even though he was just a college student like everyone else, you knew he had money, but you never wanted to take advantage of that in any way; that wasn’t why you loved him. Your boyfriend tenderly handed you, with his typical smile, narrowing his beautiful eyes, two bags of designer jewelry, Swarovski and Tiffany & CO. They were bracelets, the latter of which was thick and looked a lot like the bracelets he always wore. Now you matched adorably.

“Oh, Channie, you shouldn’t have spent so much on me.”

Although you loved being pampered, you still didn’t want to say it, even though he already knew... the way your eyes sparkled when you opened his gift and how the corners of your lips trembled as you tried to hide your big smile and act more modest.

“Why?” he took you by the waist, pulling you close to his body, looking at you defiantly in a playful way, “You’re my girlfriend and I want to give you everything. You deserve so much more. I’ll give you everything you deserve, little by little, love, I promise.”

“Thank you.”

That night was very beautiful. You really believed it would stay that way, between laughter, asking you to be his girlfriend in his arms after a very vulnerable moment you shared together... but no, as always, he had to find a way to make it even more special. From then on, you had high and very good expectations of him, even better than before. You knew he knew how to treat you very well.

He understood perfectly that you were getting used to something new, so he always tried to balance what a relationship entailed so that you would never get bored, taking you out of your comfort zone from time to time and taking you to new places, as well as respecting the fact that you will always love the idea of a nice, warm, relaxed, and intimate plan between the two of you, something as nice as him cooking for you and watching movies in your apartment... where, being alone, it was inevitable not to show the passionate love and attraction you felt for each other. That’s why Chan was always gentle, excited, and delighted by the way you were still learning more and more.

The sex between the two of you was wonderful, and Chan spent most of his time at your apartment because you lived alone. You always teased him that you were going to get a roommate, but that didn't suit him at all, as he would no longer have his space alone, his sacred space where those walls had witnessed your first kisses and many other things until now.

You simply drove him crazy. He loved waking up next to you and doing romantic and somewhat cloying things. He loved just being with you. Your presence brightened his day, but with each day you spent together, you grew more and more confident in him, showing your true side, letting yourself receive all the wonders and advantages of being Chan’s girlfriend, such as his incredible, sweet and passionate love and affection, which went hand in hand with the great lessons and hot sessions of intimacy that you both shared.

You were still a little shy, you couldn’t deny it, how were you supposed to tell him that the simple way he sat at your table, focused on his work, comfortably wearing a sleeveless shirt exposing his strong arms, and the way his brow was slightly furrowed, his concentrated gaze focused on his laptop screen while he subtly bit and licked his velvety lips, was making you uncontrollably turned on, and wet.

With Chan, it was always like that, a consumable passion, teachings, touches, and the sweetest care after the act. You couldn’t ask for anything better. You felt loved and desired during the vulnerability of that precarious act.

In situations like this, you approached him, shyly but dangerously, with desire in your eyes and a slight change in your breathing. With every step you took to get closer to him, as you admired him from afar, you could already feel him, taste him, imagine all the hot scenarios you could be in at that moment, in all the intimacy that awaited you both the moment Chan read all your intentions.

You put your hand on his broad shoulder, and in response, he smiled sweetly at you, looking away from his laptop and focusing on you. For a second, you felt dirty because he looked at you sweetly with his bright eyes and whispered softly:

“What’s wrong, baby?”

You bit your lower lip softly; that soft whisper was so hot, you were unable to find the words to express how incredibly much you wanted him. That you need him.

You shook your head, trying to downplay it, as if you didn’t have that constant tingling down there in your intimate area and the unsettling sensation of your glands moistening your folds, all just from seeing how good your boyfriend looked.

“Nothing. I’m done with my work, how about you? Do you have a lot left? Can I help you?” You tried to sound disinterested, but with each question, you developed a subtly more needy tone.

You made Chan laugh softly, and almost as if by magic, as if he could read your mind, he moved away from the table, pushing himself away attractively with his foot, took your wrist, and gently pulled you onto his lap. You felt relief and impatience at the same time.

“You’re going to distract me, huh?” he hummed in a low tone.

Your body tensed up in seconds. His closeness made you nervous, his face so close to your cheek and ear. Suddenly, you became so flustered that you couldn’t even turn to look at him and could only see him out of the corner of your eye. You were impressed by how quickly he understood everything. So for a moment, you remained rigid on his lap while he wrapped his strong arms around your body.

“No...” you murmured, your heart began to race, his legs suddenly began to feel more comfortable, and your desire for him began to intensify little by little. “I told you that if you need help, I can help you. I’m not going to distract you from your work.”

You turned shyly, still not looking him in the eyes, but getting the perfect view of his chin, his luscious lips, the smooth texture of his neck, chest, and shoulders, his light skin, his veins exposed by his sleeveless shirt. You played with the collar of his shirt, not wanting to play innocent, but simply because that was your way.

You were so pathetically turned on, and he was just so close, and you were sitting on his lap, but his strong grip, his heavy arm dropping its weight on your bare thighs, was inevitable.

And you drove him crazy in a second, the way you moved your legs in the air, nervous, impatient, sweetly, wearing one of his hoodies and uselessly tiny shorts... while avoiding looking him in the eyes, as if you didn’t know each other well enough...

He licked his lips, unable to bear having you so sweetly on his lap when the tension between you was growing. He knew exactly what you wanted, so why not give it to you? He wants it too, right there, and he adores you immensely.

“Oh, I really need your help right now,” he murmured, impatiently letting out a sigh, gently lifting your chin with his hand, making you look him in the eyes. “I know exactly what you want, but why don’t you tell me out loud, baby girl? I thought we had already talked about and overcome those moments of shyness.”

But your naivety and innocence drove him crazy. You were the smartest and most outstanding girl he knew, but when he touched you, you became vulnerable and somewhat irrational.

“What?” you whispered breathlessly, completely lost in the closeness of his face.

He just wanted to tease you.

“I want to hear everything you want me to do to you,” he repeated, encouraging you.

His right hand began to caress your thighs more constantly, moving up and down your skin, almost reaching a dangerous place, making you even more nervous and excited, adding to the fact that you were about to kiss him, his nose dangerously brushing against your face, and his gaze penetrating you. His other hand played with his hoodie on your back, and you lost control when his hand caressed your lower back, slipping his hand inside the garment.

You sighed. A little afraid that he might feel your fragile body, hopelessly aroused and trembling. And of course, he noticed, and he loved every second of it.

“I need you, Chan. I want you to fuck me,” you joked, your eyes sparkling with a soft smile and a giggle. “Is that what you want to hear?”

Your attempt to not seem needy wasn’t working. The joke was too much for him. He let out a ragged sigh; it was too late, he was already imagining having you. He was losing control over you, and you could feel his arousal growing beneath your body.

“Isn’t that what you want, then?” he said slowly, teasing you, “Huh? Isn’t that why you came to me so sweetly needy?” His hand reached almost to your inner thighs and squeezed them. He leaned close to your ear and whispered, “Why are you so still then? Letting me touch you...? You haven’t asked me to stop.”

You looked at him intensely, and there was no turning back. Your attempts to control your desires were so pathetic, but they drove him crazy and seemed so cute to him. You both needed each other so badly right now.

“Because I don’t want you to stop.”

You leaned toward him just a little, since you were both so close to each other, and that was enough to catch his lips.

Chan kissed you slowly, carefree and unhurried, enjoying the kiss, even though he could sense your hasty and abrupt movements against him, slightly desperate; yet he did it at his own pace, forcing you to adapt to him, to a passionate, slow, and meaningful kiss. Your hands went to his manly face, holding it delicately and trembling softly against it. His hands caressed your body more, your thighs, teasing you when he got close to your private area, and your back under that hoodie. Chan almost moaned as he caressed your entire back and found it so vulnerable, with no sign of a bra.

So that’s how you were, walking around your house with him, practically in panties and his oversized hoodie.

As you pulled apart, both of you gasping for breath, you looked at each other, and he noticed that look in your eyes, almost reflecting fire. He was madly in love with you. You needed him so much, and he loved being required by you.

Chan bit his lip softly and decided to play with your temperament a little, taking advantage of you, in a way. He loved playing with you, pressing all the right buttons to get you so aroused for him, so he gently and nimbly spread your legs a little and decided to play with your clit, pressing it against the fabric of your shorts.

You gasped, surprised, opening your eyes and breathless, shifting slightly on his lap and gently clinging to his hand, touching you. Chan chuckled, finding your reaction tenderly pleasurable and amusing, your tense body on top of his, letting you enjoy what you wanted so much but were too shy to say.

You watched his hand lost in you, under the oversized hoodie that covered it, and moaned softly as you felt him become more solid, his long fingers pressing against your folds trapped in your comfortable fabric shorts. And then you saw him, your gaze so desperate, your eyebrows adorning your face completely surrendered to him, crying out for your boyfriend, you could even feel his erection against you, you needed him so much that you weren’t in the mood for your arousal to increase and tease you, but he had other plans, and not letting you get what you wanted so easily was part of them. As much as he adored you, he loved putting you in a position where you were so hot, enjoying every moment of the situation.

He reached forward, sliding his hand inside your shorts and panties, making you sigh; finally, his fingers found the real, warm sensation of your pussy, your clit almost sweetly popping out just for him, for his pleasure and to control you with it.

“Cha-channie, please” you begged, looking at him with bright eyes.

You were on the verge of something, and he hadn’t even started yet.

“Please, what? Do you think I don’t notice how naughtily needy you are for me? Honey, let me take care of it.”

You nodded, biting your lip and letting yourself go, which was sweetly killing you. Your sex throbbed hard, and your stiff muscles began to despair. His fingers slid deeply into your folds, filling almost perfectly every space in your soaked pussy. Chan could feel you, and that sent a disturbing shock through his whole body and his cock. He loved having you like this.

“Mmm... so soft... and wet for me, baby. I can almost taste your sweet pussy in my mouth...”

“Then do it,” you almost begged, interrupting him, your gaze meekly asking for him again as your breathing quickened.

“You’re a little minx, princess. Weren’t you shy five seconds ago?” His smile widened. “Do you want to help me, sweetheart? Remember the first time I helped you a little?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and moaning as you felt his fingers slide into you without mercy. That night, when everything started...

“Why don’t you help me...? I want to see you like this, needing me... mmm, you can rub yourself on my thigh.”

“What?”

His words took you by surprise, causing you to look at him with confusion.

“Open your legs, sit on my thigh, and move as if you were riding me, sweetheart” he explained slowly.

You blinked rapidly in front of his face, understanding but finding the idea strange... something new you were about to explore.

You obeyed your boyfriend, holding onto his strong chest and beginning to move timidly.

“Come on... stimulate your clit, sweetie, I want your pussy well prepared for when I eat it.”

He smiled, satisfied as he held your hips under the hoodie. You looked into his eyes so lasciviously as you did so. You bit your lip trying to hold back your moans, but the more you moved, the more you understood... the hard pressure of his strong, muscular thigh, pressing and teasing your much-needed center so precisely and perfectly.

And without knowing it, he was preparing you for something even better, with his strong build, controlling you with ease, putting you on the table, removing your shorts and panties, and then delighting each other, you from his lips and skillful mouth devouring you completely with a voracious hunger that left you gently trembling in your first orgasm, and him delighting in your juices and prepared cunt, from your trembling, well-stimulated, and well-attended pussy. Then he stripped you completely naked, desperately removing his hoodiefrom you, putting you back on top of him, filling you completely, whimpering at his breathtaking cock size, guiding you to ride him while playing with your breasts and never forgetting to kiss you and talk sweetly to you throughout the whole process...

And that was a little bit of your passionate moments in your apartment, him exploring you with such devotion and affection, attending to you just the way you liked it. Being attentive to your every need. While he showed you more and more of everything he could give you and make you feel…

But then you returned to reality.

Both of you maintained your different and busy routines at the hectic school… but when night came, you couldn’t help but feel lonely. All it took was a subtle, light text message suggesting how much you missed him and that you wished you could sleep and cuddle with him, for him to show up at your door, his eyes shining and looking so tender and hot at the same time. He always looked so docile and gentle with you, in contrast to his muscular appearance and the power he commanded in his daily life as a college student.

But that’s how things were. Even so, your college life continued, still. You were getting used to having time for your boyfriend and having the proper time to study and keep up with your career. As for your relationship, it was known that you were somewhat shy about public displays of affection, and the fact that you were dating one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus attracted the attention of others at first. There was a lot of gossip, and your relationship was unexpected, but at the end of the day, you didn’t care what anyone thought. You had Chan, and he had you.

You continued with your routines, and you, in particular, had a routine that Chan wasn’t entirely convinced about, and that was your strange little job as a tutor. Normally, he didn’t think it was a big deal, and there was nothing to worry about.

It was pretty normal; he understood. You were incredibly smart and made money tutoring your juniors. It was such a sweet and nice thing to do, and very common for the sweet person you were.

He knew absolutely everything: Monday, Becky, a freshman; Tuesday, Jay; Wednesday, Jake, both sophomores. Everything was fine, except for those special days, Thursday and Friday, when you had a particular student: Yang Jeongin. A junior. Spoiled and popular one. He filled Chan with a rage that he had to learn to control, and of all of them, he was the one who paid you the most for tutoring hours.

Jeongin was everything you thought Chan was at first—and you were slightly wrong in every assumption, but you weren’t so wrong about Jeongin, handsome and popular, a typical college playboy.

You had to admit he was quite cute; he was usually attentive and respectful to you. He was a nice guy despite his reputation, which had nothing to do with his confident personality that radiated every second he spent with you.

At first, it was just a few days of tutoring, but then Jeongin became insistent, asking if you could see each other more often, forcing you to give him your number in case of an emergency, and subtly trying to text you. None of that seemed right to Chan. He already knew what was going on, from the moment you decided to increase your number of sessions with Jeongin, you told your boyfriend, casually, just so he would know what you would be doing after class, not because he needed to know and worry that you were with another guy, because you genuinely have no intention whatsoever with Jeongin.

But boy, did it bother Chan. He thought he knew what Jeongin wanted from you. He could see it, feel it. He knew how someone like him might think, having such a pretty girl teaching him, at his disposal, close to him... Oh, of course Chan was more than upset, and just thinking about it made him furious.

Even Chan tried to convince you not to accept, that you didn’t need the extra money from tutoring if that's what you needed... But no, Chan grimaced and looked at you tenderly, because you were such a sweet person, so pure in his eyes that he knew you were going to do it with the most sincere intentions, trying to help the poor boy younger than you who was in trouble. Chan couldn’t be mad at you; it made him love you even more. But he simply couldn't stand the fact that someone like him was spending what were supposed to be your free afternoons with you, his girlfriend.

Chan knew everything about him, and not just because—although that was a big part of his interest—you were spending time together. But your boyfriend knew exactly what the look Jeongin always gave you meant, without shame, even when you were with Chan.

Jeongin was a flirt, but he was the real player type. His reputation was spot on: a guy from a powerful fraternity, handsome, wealthy, young, and irresponsible. Jeongin was the leader of Chan’s rival fraternity, and he chose it that way, even when Hyunjin and Chan himself wanted to recruit him a few years ago. Rumors said that Jeongin refused because he didn’t want to be a protégé, let alone a follower of Chan.

Since then, Chan didn’t think much of Yang Jeongin... until he came into your life, causing your poor boyfriend so much helplessness with the carefree and brazen way Jeongin clearly tries to flirt with you and seduce you.

But until now, everything was going well. He could tolerate it. He didn’t want to seem toxic by forbidding you or controlling who you could and couldn’t tutor, when he knew perfectly well that you were doing it out of kindness, for a little money, and because you liked to study and/or review more in the process of teaching. You were a dream come true.

So Chan continued with his normal routine. The last message you had sent him was that you were with Jeongin in the east wing library. He mentioned that he was about to go to the gym with some of his friends... and from there, there was no response from you. Chan finished at 5:30 p.m., still without a response from you, when normally you would have already sent him a message to meet you in the library. He tried to relax, not to invade your space, so he went to his dorm room to clean up, take a shower, and wait for you. He got a little distracted chatting with the guys, and when he checked the time, he still didn’t have a message from you.

He insisted again, asking if everything was okay, if you could let him know when to pick you up, but still no response. He called you, and you rejected his call. That was enough. He was slightly annoyed, with a rage that clouded his judgment because at this point he was already heading to the supposed library where you were supposed to be, the last place you told him you would be, with Jeongin.

And you, for your part, like any good girl, would never lie to Chan. You were in the same place, doing what you told him you would be doing. But you were so focused on helping Jeongin with important paperwork, and he asked you if you could extend your hours, and in the end, you agreed, after seeing his big, bright eyes practically begging you and finding him extremely cute. He was like a child to you, younger and in trouble, ready to learn.

You were extremely focused on helping and advancing with Jeongin as much as possible, so you both put your phones on Do Not Disturb mode. You lost track of time and, for a moment, forgot that you hadn’t replied to your boyfriend.

Hours had passed. Jeongin was tired. You started at 3 p.m., took a short break at 5, where you went to the bathroom and got some water, completely forgetting to check your phone. And then, you went back to studying. At a certain point, he was annoyed, but not with you, never with you. The extra hours were just an excuse; Jeongin wanted to be as close to you as possible, for as long as possible.

At first, his infatuation with you was fun. He thought you were hot, a smart and hot girl, and he couldn’t stop fantasizing about you... But as time went by, he admired you more, seeing you with kindness, sweetness, and... not forgetting how much he wanted you.

Jeongin was mesmerized by you. At a certain point in the session, he didn’t even know what you were talking about... he just watched you... your complexion as you held the book, the gentle way you adjusted your glasses. You were so incredible, almost perfect, but you had one small flaw—or so he thought—and that was that you were with Chan.

Chan, Chan, Chan. Jeongin must have known that he would be the start of his problems, since the moment Jeongin joined the rival fraternity, the two of them clashed a little. But now... Jeongin knew you had something going on with Chan; at this point, the whole campus knew, but he didn’t know how serious you were with each other, and he really didn’t care to know. He wanted you for himself, and in his mind, it’s never too late to try and get what he wants so badly.

There was just something about you... Something so cute, delicate, and sweet every time you saw each other. But you were just being nice and professional with him... while Jeongin’s imagination ran wild.

He watched you, more and more... long seconds of intense stares, every move you made seemed to be in slow motion. He watched your profile, your lips moving, your exposed neck, your thin necklace falling down your chest... his breathing quickened a little. Sitting there was tedious, but it was worth it to be close to you and your sweet scent and presence. Jeongin half smiled, losing himself in the small cleavage of your blouse and the fact that you were wearing a skirt.

You weren’t stupid, you knew he was watching you, maybe too much, but you preferred to pretend you didn’t notice, that it wasn’t what it seemed, and that maybe... he was paying attention to you and the session.

He didn’t know if it was fatigue, but somehow you drove him crazier, his desire for you, to kiss you and take you, intensified, so he couldn’t help but flirt with you a little.

“Oh, I’ll get my laptop out now, I’m a little tired of taking notes by hand.”

Jeongin interrupted you. You nodded, slightly confused because he wasn’t really writing anything down, so you just played it cool.

He was sitting to your right, there was a decent distance between you, yet you were still close, but in the middle of that distance was Jeongin’s backpack, so he strategically leaned towards it, getting the cutest and best detailed view of your thighs exposed by your skirt. He licked his lips, in his mind, cursing Chan for getting everything from you. Not believing he was worthy of you. He still believed he could be better than your boyfriend in many ways.

Jeongin took advantage of the opportunity, knowing it was wrong... that he shouldn’t... but an invisible force took hold of him every time he was near you. Besides, you were practically alone. He chose that library because he knew it was rarely frequented, so he pretended to lose his balance a little as he leaned over to hold his laptop, grabbing your thigh tightly, pretending that it was the first thing he could hold on to without damaging his device.

You flinched at his unexpected touch. You looked with fear and astonishment at his hand on your bare thigh. It looked big on your skin, felt cold, and extremely wrong. You also looked at his crouched body.

He quickly regained his posture, placing his laptop on the table and turning it on.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I almost tripped,” he laughed, an awkward chuckle, making him look like a good guy. He looked embarrassed.

You believed him completely, besides being too confused to process how he could have lost his balance... but you had talked to Jeongin so many times, little conversations at the end of tutoring sessions and while walking out of the library and study hall, and in them you remembered that he mentioned that he was a clumsy person, somewhat uncoordinated at sports.

Instead, it was you who blushed and felt more embarrassed. Driving him even crazier. But you let it slide.

You were about to resume your explanation when you noticed that Jeongin quickly and violently moved his backpack, dragged his chair even closer to you, so close that his body bumped into yours, practically surrounding you with his, and in a more carefree tone, he said,

“Where were we?”

His closeness made you uncomfortable and nervous. If you turned your head, you could find his face inches away from yours, almost criminally close.

You noticed his intentions. He wanted to get closer to you; he wanted your attention. You knew it as soon as he rested his hand on the table, subtly caressing yours, and he played with his pen, trying to make you lose yourself in the sight of his attractive, long fingers...

You found him ridiculous. You knew he was just another hormonal kid.

“Aren’t you cold?” he hurried to say, inches from your face. You didn’t want to turn to look at him. “The library is a bit cold, don’t you think? Do you want me to borrow you my jacket?”

You were about to ask him to move away from you. You felt cornered, and your body was stiff. Meanwhile, Jeongin was enjoying it too much... he was almost getting turned on.

“Jeon...”

“Y/n, can I ask you something...?” he interrupted you again, his cool breath hitting your face.

This time, you turned to look at him, slightly embarrassed and annoyed by his cynicism, incredulous that the “respectful boy” you knew had disappeared for a moment. He wasn’t respecting your space, let alone the fact that you were in a serious relationship with Chan.

But... a naive part of you underestimated yourself... You didn’t want to look foolish by telling him that you were misinterpreting his actions and appear arrogant by reminding him of the typical, ‘I have a boyfriend.’

You looked at Jeongin, he looked at your lips and your eyes, having him inches away from you felt so, so wrong. You had Chan.

Chan... arrived just in time, not-so-appropriate in terms of the situation, but at the moment when you were in trouble, the image filled his whole body with anger. He walked across campus to the place where you said you were. His entrance was silent, at first he just wanted to spy, hang around and see if you were there, to sweetly approach you, give you a kiss, and kindly remind you that the tutoring sessions had gone on long enough, that you needed to rest and focus on your own studies and current projects, not focus so much on those of others. He would offer to buy you dinner and go to your apartment together.

He couldn’t be calm leaving you alone with Jeongin; he had to admit it, it was obvious to Chan what Jeongin wanted from you.

But when he saw that scene, oh gosh, everything sweet in his mind shattered and only reaffirmed his thoughts about him.

What was Yang Joengin doing dangerously close to you? The angle looked so bad, everything was so wrong. Chan didn’t want to make assumptions, but anger got the better of him, and he approached you, contrary to his initial plan, with angry steps, stealthily, his attractive face looking obviously unhappy.

“What’s going on here, huh? Is this how you study now?” He appeared suddenly, narrowing his eyes, angrily taking the chair in front of you and sitting down abruptly, his legs spread and his arms crossed.

“Chan...” you whispered, genuinely surprised, turning to look at him.

You knew he was upset. Very upset. He was licking his teeth inside his mouth, breathing deeply, and his gaze was anything but sweet toward you. In fact, his eyes had become sharper and more intimidating.

He wanted an explanation. Now. One that made sense and didn’t increase his intense desire to punch the guy you were teaching.

Jeongin gently pulled away from you, unconcerned, staring at Chan with an arrogant smile, satisfied that your boyfriend had found you like this, not giving a damn how clearly angry he looked. Chan wanted to hit his arrogant face right there, but he stopped and looked at you...

Your eyes sparkled innocently when you saw him. You didn’t know what to say to him, other than that you were obviously just trying to do your job with Jeongin... but he got so close to you. You were embarrassed, knowing how bad it must have looked from Chan’s perspective. You were disappointed. But, oh, Chan—he could never doubt you, or get so angry like that, not with you. He knew you, he knew you would never betray him.

So the whole damn problem came back to Jeongin himself.

Your boyfriend tried to relax. To do his best to act decently, to speak to you sweetly, and not to smash Jeongin's face in, so he just clenched his fist.

“You still here? It’s 7, I thought the tutoring sessions were over...” Chan addressed you exclusively, speaking slowly and sweetly.

“Yes... It’s just that Jeongin needed a little extra time...” you murmured shyly, sad that you had been making your boyfriend angry.

“Extra time?” Chan replied incredulously, chuckling softly. “How long can it take him to learn...” He abruptly took one of your notebooks to read your notes. “Write a 10-page essay on... Charles Dickens. Can’t you read, Jeongin?” he teased him, looking at him with feigned pity and dragging the notebook back to its place. “You have my girl working for you like an actual professor.”

The atmosphere became tense. Jeongin was unconcerned, slightly annoyed, but he didn’t take it too seriously. He remained relaxed, as if nothing had happened, which annoyed Chan even more.

“C’mon, Chan, it’s not just about Dickens...” you tried to say, feeling that your boyfriend was being a little harsh with the younger boy.

Chan couldn’t stand his arrogant face any longer.

“Yeah, Dickens, dickheads,” Chan looked intentionally at the boy, “it’s time to go, baby. You’ve given him enough tutoring for today. Past his regular 2 hours, actually.”

Your boyfriend was about to stand up, waiting for you to follow him, when the carefree and cheeky Jeongin mentioned:

“Didn’t know you set her a curfew,” he challenged him.

Chan stood up and glared at Jeongin. You felt you had to do something, since Chan, being the only one standing, imposed something in a way. And, before your boyfriend could respond with something else reluctantly, you turned to Jeongin and said kindly:

“That’s true... it’s already quite late, let’s not drag out the tutoring sessions or make them tedious. Let’s call it a day.”

Chan smiled softly, happy that you had listened to him. Jeongin, however, wasn’t. He just snorted and thought, Whatever, and began to gather his things without a care. You did the same, starting to gather your things.

Jeongin would have argued more, saying that if that was how he always treated you... but this time, he left it at that.

You and Jeongin stood up from your chairs, your bottoms were a little sore, it was genuinely time to take a break. Chan was about to take your hand and pull you away from him, but Jeongin noticed his intention and quickly stepped forward, taking your forearm and getting your attention.

Chan clenched his jaw at this act, which was exactly the reaction Jeongin was looking for. You were surprised again.

“Thank you very much, Y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he said, in a slightly kinder tone than usual, sounding almost fake. “I didn’t mean to make the session so long, but it helped me a lot, thank you.”

You smiled at him. Uncomfortable, wishing he would let go of you since your boyfriend was there and you didn’t like physical contact very much, unless it was someone you had already allowed it with, like Chan.

Jeongin let go of you. “See you later.”

Jeongin walked away carefree, without a hint of remorse, nor feeling remotely intimidated by Bang Chan, who glared intensely at him as he watched him leave.

“Channie...” you called his name sweetly, to get his attention, you could still tell he was upset.

He turned to look at you and you noticed how he let out a cold:

“I’ll carry your bag, honey.”

Chan took your backpack to put it on his shoulder, trying to act like everything was fine, but you wanted to talk about it.

“Chan. I’m sorry. Don’t be so hard on him...”

Your boyfriend looked at you, his eyes widening, shocked and scandalized for a moment, scaring you slightly.

“He’s insufferable,” he muttered angrily, looking away in the direction of Jeongin.

Your boyfriend quickened his pace, waiting for you to follow, not bothering to hold your hand as he was still quite upset.

“I think he’s just a kid trying to annoy you... and he’s succeeding.”

You caught his attention with your comment, making him turn around abruptly. Chan chuckled and then looked around in disbelief. There was no one there, except for a poor student far away from you, working as an assistant behind a counter, taking care of the place and registering the lending of books and maybe some other people in the other side of the place. Still, Chan tried to calm down, sighed, and was so annoyed, but he refused to make a scene in the middle of the library. But he couldn’t help it; he had to let it out. Even though it hurt him to be harsh with you, he couldn’t take it anymore and decided to be honest with you, speaking to you seriously.

“Are you kidding? Are you defending him now? Didn’t you feel the way he was blatantly hitting on you? Or are you just choosing to ignore it? Do you have any idea what...?” Chan quickly approached you, feeling a rush of fresh air that surprised you a little. “Do you have any idea what I had to see?” he emphasized. “See how close he got to you—I could’ve misinterpreted it. Gosh, Y/n. If he wants to bother me, then he should bother me and not you, but the jerk knows exactly what fucking pisses me off.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t like seeing him like this. You had never seen him this upset before.

“Well... I said I’m... sorry.”

Chan sighed, acknowledging that he had lost his temper for a moment, and almost spoke to you through gritted teeth. He tried to calm down, but for the moment, he didn’t know exactly what to say.

“It’s not your fault. Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to your apartment.”

He watched you. You looked confused, your eyes shining—you were somewhere between scared and uncertain. Neither of you wanted that, much less for the reason to be simply jealousy or a younger guy getting in the way of your relationship. But as much as Chan wanted to let it go, he couldn’t, he couldn’t take it lightly, especially when it came to you. He adored you. And besides, it was time for you to discover his true side, one that wasn’t so sweet, one he tried not to show, his jealous and possessive nature. That was how he was. You were his, and nothing could change his mind.

You felt that he wanted to say something, but he held back. The truth was that he couldn’t find the right words to express himself and thought that maybe on the way, he could think better, more clearly, with you by his side.

You followed him, both of you walking in silence through the large library, a silence and a certain distance that was killing you both. So you got his attention by gently taking his arm.

“Wait, Chan,” he turned to look at you intently. “I… I don’t want you to be upset over something ridiculous. You know exactly how I feel about… Jeongin” you murmured, speaking uncertainly because you didn’t even know if it was right to say his name out loud right now, “and you know exactly how I feel and think about you… but you’re right, maybe he’s going a little too far with me, and it would be best to stop seeing him.”

Chan sighed, his gaze softened, and he looked at you tenderly, just the way you loved him to look at you. His heart beat fast; he couldn’t believe you were justifying yourself for something that wasn’t your fault, and that you had come to the conclusion that you would stop teaching him because it bothered him, and not specifically you. At least not as much.

“My dear…” Chan bit his lip innocently, unable to resist, and took your face delicately in his hands. “I’ve told you I can’t be angry with you. You’re not the problem. I’m sorry I got angry, it’s just that…” He took a breath. “I can’t stand how that brat thinks he’s so great that he can flirt with you. You’re my girlfriend, mine alone.”

“Exactly. I’m your girlfriend. I wouldn’t leave you for… him. I understand that.”

“I know you do, baby. But… he doesn’t.”

“That’s why I’m saying it’s better to stop seeing him. I don’t want to make you angry.”

Chan sighed, “Honey, you don’t make me angry. It’s…”

You were both interrupted, or at least that's how it felt when a student casually walked right past you. You both felt slightly embarrassed. Chan pulled away from you and took your wrist to lead you to the back of the bookshelves beside you so you could talk more privately.

“I already told you that it’s him and… I don’t want to forbid you from seeing who you should or not see…”

You bit your lip indecisively as you looked into his eyes. You were both in a dilemma. Chan wanted to tell you that the decision was yours to make, but he also didn’t want to sit idly by until something bigger happened, and he had to intervene when he could have prevented the problem.

“I’ll cancel the tutoring sessions little by little so it doesn’t look like I did it just because you ordered me to.”

A cynical side of Chan would have liked you to do it right away, just because he asked. He was dying to get Yang Jeongin out of your life, but he knew and had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Yeah... that’s gonna be a little hard,” Chan looked away from you for a second and bit his lip thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?” you looked at him, confused.

Chan was standing in front of you, almost pinning you against a shelf.

“He won’t go away that easily. I don’t think I can be the one to push him away. You have to be the one to kill his hopes.”

“I’ll do it,” you replied quickly, getting his attention. “I’m not interested in him at all. I want you, Chan.”

He smiled sweetly at you, and you felt your cheeks flush, as you may have sounded a little corny and overly devoted to your boyfriend, but that was how you felt; it was your genuine response. You both felt that the tension and the situation had finally eased a little.

“You’re the sweetest girl ever,” Chan said tenderly. “I haven’t kissed you once since I came for you.”

You pouted slightly and played with the collar of his shirt, inviting him to come closer to you as you gently leaned your body against the large shelf.

“I know... I just didn’t want to mention it.”

He chuckled and leaned toward you to place the sweetest of kisses on your lips. Sweet, soft, meticulous... the only way Chan knows how to do it to you—letting you enjoy the sensation of his lips long enough, savoring the rhythm and motion of your mouths, then taking you by the waist and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into you skillfully and stealthily.

You remained like that, playing with each other’s mouths and lips, defying your lack of air so as not to separate, holding each other tightly and both closing your eyes, letting yourselves go.

It was tender, lasting as long as it did, taking breaths between giggles and brushing your nose and lips together.

Whispering little things like, “I’m sorry I got upset, I didn’t mean to talk to you like that.” “I can’t believe you got upset over Jeongin.” “Exactly, he’s a stupid kid who thinks he doesn’t know you’re mine...” Hot and intense whispers from Chan, his warm breath on yours, kneading your skin, “Fuck, yes, you’re so mine, baby girl.”

He took you by surprise, more abruptly, and kissed you with a firm but precise desperation. Chan knew he was losing control more and more, but he still knew what he was doing. He was consistent and kissed you so intimately and dirty, enough to provoke you and leave you breathless, making it clear how much you needed him sexually. Both of you were touching each other, teasing each other, one with more control than the other.

Chan smiled, massaged your butt and thighs while his swollen lips went down your neck, almost incredulous that your pretty cleavage had been Jeongin’s view for hours. He was gently aroused and still felt uncontrollable anger toward your young apprentice, so he didn’t hesitate to nibble, suck, and torture your docile skin, marking what was his, leaving neat hickeys on your neck and breasts.

You moaned at the sensation. Your pussy throbbed hard, your body generating heat. Suddenly, you realized that you were in a public place, on school property.

“Cha-chan,” you whimpered breathlessly, stroking his hair.

He raised his gaze, his tongue, lips, and teeth still attached to you. He made his last mark and regained his composure, leaving you breathless after an intense make-out session. But he, unlike you, had controlled his desire.

“Wear something more provocative next time for that little fucker Yang and make him understand that you’re only mine,” he ordered you firmly, pointing with his gaze at your recent marks, then smiled smugly. “Let’s get out of here, hun.”

You were in your apartment. Alone. Even when you thought things had been sorted out with Chan... you saw him acting a little distant. You spent quite a while wondering if something was still going on... if something was bothering him, since you could still see that he was slightly pensive.

You even offered him to spend the night, because you wanted him close, but he excused himself, saying he had to take care of some things at home.

But he wanted to think about some things, as well as figure out how to get rid of Jeongin, because he still wasn’t satisfied with closing the issue.

So there you were, in your comfortable clothes, about to rest—you wouldn’t turn on your laptop, you wouldn’t take anything out of your backpack. It was late and you were about to relax. It had been raining for a while and you were resigned to spending a quiet night, distracting yourself with whatever you could until you got sleepy, but all you could think about was how much you wanted Chan to be with you right now, on a night like this.

But just as you were about to walk into your living room, cookies in hand, remembering that you would say good night to your boyfriend, a knock on your door startled you completely. At first you were shocked, as the atmosphere made you alert, being alone and it was raining outside, to a certain extent making you feel defenseless.

But then there was another knock. Unnecessary and somewhat impatient. But enough to cheer you up and let you know exactly who it was. He knew the passcode to your apartment, yet he waited.

You dropped everything and almost ran to your door. You were so happy, you could only think about who was behind it, without even thinking about the small details.

Finally, you opened the door, expecting to see Chan, and you did, but not exactly the way you had imagined.

“Christopher!” you exclaimed, almost breathless, opening your eyes in surprise.

Chan smiled at you attractively, narrowing his eyes, adorning his handsome face every time he smiled at you, and looked at you sweetly. You were so surprised. Chan was standing in front of you, soaked, and you had so many questions that suddenly none of them could come out of your mouth.

You looked at him, perhaps more than necessary, his dark wet hair, his pale face shining with water, his tight clothes, especially that useless, thin black T-shirt he was wearing, clinging to his body, showing off his abs. Was it raining that hard?

“Let’s go outside,” he suggested, almost in a seductive tone, still smiling, noticing how intensely you were looking at him.

You blinked suddenly, seeing him like that left you stunned, but you snapped out of your trance and looked at him, confused. He looked so cute like that, you couldn’t deny it... But common sense was scratching all kinds of questions in your mind.

“Wait, what? You’re crazy, and soaked, come inside and dry off... Did you walk all the way he-”

“Come on, let’s play in the rain.”

He interrupted you. It looked just like one of those occasions when he wouldn’t give you a single answer, and you had no choice but to go along with him. He sounded serious, but playful. You played along, but only in the sweet way he spoke, not in actually wanting to go out and get wet. Nothing he was doing made any sense, nor why he was standing there at your door, at night, soaking wet. Sometimes you just want to enjoy yourself... let yourself go, not question anything, and enjoy the beautiful sight of your very attractive boyfriend, drenched by the rain, standing in your doorway, with his beautiful bright eyes, looking like something out of a movie; but your sense of responsibility told you:

“You’re crazy, it’s pouring rain outside,” you scoffed. “How-how did you even get here to get so wet? You’re gonna catch a cold like that, for God’s sake, Chan, come inside so you can dry off. I’ll bring you a towel.”

Your boyfriend didn’t contradict you; he remained silent and looked at you with a tender, obedient gaze, like a sweet puppy being scolded. He convinced you, genuinely did, so for some reason you waited for him to enter your apartment, you moved away from the door a little and saw his intentions to do so; but as soon as you let your guard down, Chan took your body unexpectedly, making you sigh at the cold sensation of your body getting wet, and he carried you with ease, placing your abdomen on his strong shoulder.

“Oh. My. God. Chan! What are you doing? Put me down now!”

You weren’t upset, you didn’t sound that way at all. He chuckled, closed your door, and walked down the hallway with your body on him, toward the elevator.

“Chan, put me down! I don’t want to go out. You’re getting me wet!” you gently patted him on the back.

“Nothing I haven’t done before,” he teased at your last comment, pressing the elevator button with his free hand.

You felt your cheeks burn. It was so silly and sweet that for a second, you felt like a little schoolgirl with the innocence of her first love, teasing her boyfriend. You could hear your flushed giggles, his ears turning tenderly red.

“You’re getting soaked everywhere!” you continued, scolding him playfully.

You both entered the elevator, and that’s when he finally put you down gently. Chan quickly turned his back to the buttons, blocking you from even using them with his body.

“When was the last time you were in the rain?” he asked you, playing sweetly.

“A few months ago, when I had to go back to my apartment and was coming from college,” you replied reluctantly, joking.

He rolled his eyes and rephrased the question, “When was the last time you had fun in the rain?”

You sighed, pretending to be annoyed.

“If I get sick, it’ll be your fault.”

“You know I’ll take care of you, sweetie,” he said tenderly, unable to resist the distance between you and walking toward you to caress your cheeks tenderly.

“You’re going to get sick too, idiot.”

He looked at you, surprised and feigning offense. The next thing you knew, his hand was taking yours and dragging you out of the building. Getting you both completely wet.

You smiled in surprise, the water was cold and hitting your body violently.

“Fuck, Chris! My slippers got wet!”

“Hey, watch your language...” your boyfriend warned you gently.

He moved dangerously close to you, putting his big hands on your waist, holding you tightly, and pressing you against his body. You were so busy thinking about how wet you were getting, how it was slightly ridiculous but romantic, and you didn’t know whether to be upset or happy; however, Chan’s pull on your body made you understand everything. You slowly raised your gaze and met his eyes. It was a beautiful, dark, starry night, and he looked even more handsome. You smiled at him, feeling warmth in your body despite the cold autumn rain that drenched your bodies.

And the moment lasted like that, you captured it, and it became magical. You and Chan, with no worries other than enjoying the rain... but the passing of a car on the street brought you back to your senses and broke the magical moment, at least for you, since Chan didn’t let go of you and was still lost in the image of your sweet wet face, your flattened hair, your damp eyelashes, everything about you that took his breath away and made his heart beat fast. He knew exactly how he felt, and right now he wasn’t afraid to express it out loud.

You started to blush, feeling hot and nervous. Chan was watching you too intently, too intensely.

“Come on, Chan. Let’s go inside. This isn’t a K-drama. People are going to think we’re crazy. I can’t even see you through the rain.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter, making it harder for you to escape his grip.

“Why do you care what people think?” he murmured, barely audible.

“What?”

“Y/n, I don’t want to fight anymore, or for you to think that I feel threatened by some little idiot who has a crush on you. But I don’t blame him, look at you, you’re beautiful. I’m so lucky. And c’mon, even in your pajamas and soaking wet, you’re beautiful.”

Chan took a step back, looking you up and down, licking his lips at the small detail of your wet breasts, your thin lace bralette visible through your loose white V-neck shirt. “Mmm, I love your top, it looks even cuter wet and clinging to your body.”

You blushed even more. His words sounded so genuine, his gaze was still intense, and his voice sounded so good alongside the sound of the drops hitting the floor. You wanted to kiss him so badly, with that poor lighting, his whole demeanor made him look wonderful.

“Okay... I thought we had already cleared that up. Did you come here just for...?” you hissed, almost in a slow sigh, letting yourself be carried away by the soft tension that was building.

“I came to see you. I wanted to go for a walk and the rain caught me and... I came to you and thought I wanted to see you exactly like this...”

“Like what...”

Chan giggled, looking at your eyes and lips, lost in thought, not even knowing what he was talking about.

“I love you.”

He confessed, in the air, loud enough to leave you speechless. You thought he wasn’t serious, but you heard him loud and clear. He was sincere... it felt so right, something you didn’t bother to repeat because you felt the same way.

Chan caught your slight expression of confusion and then your entire face, softening. What could you know about love? But you were sure it was the most accurate explanation for your feelings every time you were with him or thought about him.

“I love you, too.”

You both smiled, lost in each other, until he leaned toward you, cupping your cheek, teasing you with his closeness and brushing gently your nose with his and kissing you. His lips were wet, rain falling on both your faces, but it felt so magical. His hands gently explored your body, and his mouth guided you to the sweetest of pleasures with a meaning as genuine and innocent as the love you had just confessed for each other.

And then there you were, playing like two idiots in love in the rain.

The next morning was even sweeter. You both returned to your apartment soaked and with an uncontrollable hunger for each other, kissing as if you were unable to separate from one another, then ending up naked, trying to dry yourselves off, sweetly teasing each other without crossing the thin line of initiating anything sexual, and, between giggles, you forced him to take a shower, you did the same, and you simply ended up falling asleep cuddled up together.

It was so sweet, even when you woke up on your own, accustomed to your strict schedule without needing your alarm, slowly opening your eyes, and the first sensation in your body upon becoming conscious was that of your boyfriend’s warm body, heavy, asleep, and tenderly carefree.

You looked at Chan, both of you were so snuggled up that your first reaction was to smile tenderly, from the position you were in, your leg over his body and him hugging you, his natural curls gently tickling your skin and his face caressing your chest, barely covered by your little tank top.

He looked so cuddly, precious, and soft, sleeping peacefully, his big arms and muscular build exposed since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, tightly attached to yours. You stayed like that, enjoying the sight of his puffy, pink lips, looking so comfortable on your body, you weren’t even sure how you ended up sleeping in that position.

However, something inside you felt the need to know exactly what time it was. The day was still cloudy, so you couldn’t even use the sun’s rays as a guide. Besides, you wanted your cell phone right away to take pictures of Chan, to tease him after how he acted tough, when the truth was that he was a complete softie with you, sleeping with his head on your chest, hugging you as if he didn’t want to let you go. And he didn’t want to let you go; as soon as you moved slightly, stretching your arm to reach for your cell phone on the nightstand, Chan felt you and slowly woke up.

Chan took a deep breath, stretched his muscles a little without letting go of you completely, and slowly opened his eyes, raising his gaze to meet yours, looking at your tender face, also just awake. And both of you locked eyes, in addition to how warm and close your bodies were, you both looked at each other like two lovers in love, having just confessed something so intimate to each other.

Chan groaned, still sleepy, trying to adjust to the dim light that now illuminated your room, and complained softly, whining, that you were moving to reach for your cell phone. You had to check the time; even at the first moment of the day, you had to be so responsible, and that made your boyfriend whimper softly. He wanted to be there, with you, hugging a little longer, not worrying about anything, and just enjoying each other’s scent and warmth.

“Good morning, princess. What are you doing?”

His voice was thick, raspy, vibrant, almost making you shiver. You adored him so much. And his face was perfect, with full, puffy lips and small eyes that lit up when he saw you. But you had to return to reality and face your day. You also wanted to spend the whole morning with him, in your apartment, like the quiet weekend mornings that you both loved so much.

“Good morning, Channie... I have to check the time... it’s...”

You replied, finally seeing that the clock read 8:05 a.m. You had to get ready for your first class.

“Come on, I know you don’t have your first class until 9:20 on Fridays.”

You sighed. Chan adjusted his body, snuggling closer to you, caressing you, and making the sheets rustle.

“It’s 8 o’clock, Chan, I have to get ready.”

Chan whimpered and growled, intentionally hugging you tighter and hiding his face in your chest again.

“Please don’t do this, stay,” he begged, his voice still hoarse. “It’s okay if you skip a class or two... come on, I’ll make you breakfast if you want.”

You chuckled. He looked particularly cute and sounded sweetly needy. You were about to protest, but a notification distracted you.

Everything was perfect, but you had just received a message from Jeongin:

Yang Jeongin can we meet today?

So it happened just as Chan told you. Jeongin texted you to ask if you could meet up, canceled his tutoring sessions, saying that you had already helped him enough that week and that he just wanted to talk to you. Chan didn’t exactly force you to wear a top with a neckline low enough to show your marks, but you agreed to his idea and covered them very poorly with a very light concealer, intending to show that your boyfriend’s hickeys were there.

Chan coordinated everything from afar. Jeongin invited you to a café, while your boyfriend waited far enough away to not be seen, but to be with you as soon as you told him the conversation was over.

Jeongin’s original plan was to be a gentleman. He regretted acting childish and so hasty with you yesterday. He wanted to apologize and sweet-talk you with his voice and words. He didn’t care about Chan at all. It was you who was of complete interest to him. Dealing with your boyfriend came later. Jeongin first wanted to win you over and thus remove Chan from his path.

So, he saw you enter the café, greeted you with a big smile, and pointed out which table he was at. You looked beautiful, but as soon as you both approached each other, he pulled out your chair and waited for you to sit down. Jeongin noticed everything. The aggressive hickeys on your skin, lightly, almost barely covered with makeup, as if you hadn’t even bothered to do it properly.

“Y/n. Hello! What would you like to drink?”

Jeongin clenched his jaw, pretending that everything was fine. His patience quickly ran out.

“Hot chocolate is fine.”

“I’ll be right back. Would you like some cookies with that?”

You nodded. Jeongin hurried to the counter without even waiting for a waiter to approach. He needed to calm down a little… to remember that he had to be a gentleman to win you over, to get Chan out of his way.

As he waited for the drink, he wondered what Chan was really like and how someone like him could get you. Were you perhaps too gullible?

Jeongin approached you with your drink and cookies. He had already ordered.

“So…” he said, slightly nervous, sitting down across from you.

He was quite cute and attractive, but you could never see him that way, not with the same eyes you saw Chan. However, Jeongin tried to put aside how much those hickeys bothered and distracted him and tried to strike up a conversation. You talked relaxed, calmly, and sweetly for 10 minutes, the words flowing naturally between you. He apologized for yesterday and subtly tried to get information about Chan out of you.

By that point, you had finished your drinks and all the cookies. You were a little sad because sometimes you thought you could find a friend in Jeongin, since you had never had a male friend with whom everything was so natural… but it was obvious that you knew his intentions and how he subtly kept flirting with you.

“Ah, I wanted to ask you something… well, rather invite you… or just know if you’re going, although,” he sighed, “at this point you must already know from Chan,” he said, slightly indignant.

You listened attentively, almost without blinking, but mentioning Chan took you by surprise, and you expressed confusion, yet Jeongin continued.

“Tomorrow? The annual fall event? The midnight society?” Jeongin mentioned it casually, just to make sure you were following him, to see on your face that you understood what he was talking about.

But your face reflected the exact opposite. You had no idea what he was talking about.

“Oh, you don’t know?” You shook your head gently, and Jeongin chuckled, incredulous and happy, thinking that maybe you and Chan didn’t share everything about each other. He leaned on the table, unable to control his happiness that he was the one who was actually going to invite you. “You know that this month is the university’s founding anniversary, right?” He began to speak more cautiously. “Every year, all the senior fraternities organize this kind of secret party with all the fraternities and sororities of the uni. Guests must be invited exclusively by a member of the fraternities and they use secret codes and shit like that. There’s always a theme; this year it’s like The Phantom of the Opera or something. You really don’t know? Chan is literally in charge of the event.”

You didn’t know how to respond… suddenly, you were inundated with information about secret societies at the university… You wondered why Chan never told you about it. Was it really that secret? What could you know if you never even tried to apply to the school’s old system?

“Okay. I’ll invite you. Color palette: black, red, white, silver. Dress as you please. Wear a minimalist mask. The Dongwook clubhouse, just before midnight. Tell him the fox sent you and…”

“The fox?” You giggled, almost so caught up in the conversation that you suddenly lost your seriousness.

“I know! Stupid, right? But that’s how it has to be, and the code is... noctis vox... remember it well because I can’t even tell you by text.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m kidding! I’ll text you all the details. Hope to see you there.”

You spent the next few long minutes talking a little about the background of fraternity life... it was an unfamiliar topic, since Chan hardly ever talked about it. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t pique your curiosity. It did, and it made you feel a little overwhelmed with intrigue as to why Chan hadn’t invited you, or even mentioned it.

Chan noticed that you were acting particularly strange after you met with Jeongin. He playfully asked you if he had been upset when he saw your hickeys, and you responded distantly.

He drove you to your apartment, where you had previously agreed that Chan would spend the night... but you were still deep in thought.

He approached you again, setting aside the dinner he was about to cook for you, and asked you gently:

“What’s wrong? Is something wrong? You really seemed different after the coffee thing. Did that fucker do something to you? Y/n, love, sweetheart, tell me, did that fucker dared t...”

You looked him in the eyes. He knew exactly that something was wrong. Chan looked worried.

“No, Channie, it’s nothing like that,” you interrupted him.

“Then what? You know you can tell me anything.”

And he was right. It seemed ridiculous to you to be upset about something so absurd, to hide how you felt from him right after you had openly confessed how much you loved each other and shown yourselves to be extremely vulnerable. But you couldn’t stop thinking... why was he acting like nothing had happened? What was his plan? Not to attend that important party? Or to sneak out at midnight without saying a word to you? Why hadn’t he told you... Besides, you were terrified by the way Jeongin told you about it—a club in the middle of the forest, after midnight, wearing masks and without phones, forbidding anyone from talking about that night once it was over at dawn... Like a fucking remake of Eyes Wide Shut, you were scared of rich kids doing stupid things, and you also had a right to feel jealous, knowing that other girls were going to be there.

“It’s just that... why...” You almost dared to say it, but sighed resignedly, “Forget it.”

He took your arm. “No, Y/n, honey. Tell me.”

You grimaced uncomfortably and nervously adjusted your glasses.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything about tomorrow’s party? You weren’t planning on going?”

Chan examined your face and body language and let out a confused, “What?”

“The annual fall party... or something like that—at midnight?”

“Oh. How do you know that?” He quickly answered himself. “Oh, right, he told you.”

“And?”

“And what, baby?”

His calmness made you a little desperate.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s ridiculous. I’m not even going! I’d rather be with you.”

You narrowed your eyes. It was sweet... but his answer disappointed you in a way. You weren’t expecting that.

“You’re not going...? Don’t you have to go because you’re the leader of the frat?”

“I left Hyunjin in charge. He’ll go for me.”

You nodded softly, didn’t answer, and went to sit on the sofa. Your gaze was still lost. You had more questions now that you knew more. Even if he wasn’t going... You would have liked him to mention it to you; maybe you would have wanted to go. Maybe not.

Chan knelt down in front of you, knowing that the problem wasn’t solved.

“Now what, princess? Tell me everything,” he said, placing his warm, large hands on your knee.

You looked at him. “I don’t know... why don’t you want to go?”

“Because,” he sighed, “you know that kind of event isn’t my thing. I want to be taken seriously and break away from that frat boy, party image. I want to graduate with you, find a job, support you in your master’s degree, be with you... You know I’m only in the fraternity because of the Bang tradition or whatever.”

You smiled at him. You found what he said truly sweet. It was true, there was no reason to force him to do something you knew he didn’t like... but you had another reason that you were afraid to say out loud just this once.

“It’s okay, Channie. I understand.”

He sat down next to you. “Why the sudden interest?” Your silence spoke for itself. “Oh, you wanted to go?”

You shrugged. Downplaying it, but it was the truth. Maybe Chan wanted to leave that life behind and enjoy his senior year more quietly, but for you, it was completely the opposite... You felt like you were just opening up a little more, so a party with that kind of theme piqued your interest. At the end of the day, you were just a young, inexperienced girl.

“I don’t know. I won’t know if you don’t even tell me,” you joked.

He understood.

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Do you want to go?”

You looked at your boyfriend, looking exquisitely handsome in a tailor-made all-black suit. On Saturday afternoon, you went out on the town and he spoiled you with lots of things—a black designer dress, jewelry, and shoes. You thought it was too much, but Chan refused to accept your modesty.

“You look so good, honey. It's like Eyes Wide Shut and Fifty Shades of Grey, you frat kids are insane, actually” you commented, adjusting your boyfriend’s cloak and pinning his fraternity pin to his suit.

“I think the cloak is too much.”

Chan laughed, unable to contain his joy at seeing you happy. It was obvious that you wanted to attend this kind of party, one you never thought you’d go to. Another college party that was unlike the rest, in a private and exclusive club owned by Hyunjin’s family, everyone dressed elegantly, with no cell phones allowed inside.

“I think I want to make love to you with that cape on,” you said, teasing him just before leaving.

“And with the mask. Oh, baby, you’re kinda kinky,” he continued the joke, quickly putting on the mask and taking it off while holding it on its stick.

Chan blushed and, amid sweet giggles, you both finally headed to the party. And you understood everything, just as you finally arrived, the place was beautifully decorated, with lovely artistic details. That’s why Chan told you he had left Hyunjin in charge, because in the end he took care of almost everything.

You were nervous. It was true. It was the kind of place where the perfect crime could happen and no one would say anything, all the rich kids there would get away with it, or at least the ones who were luckier than others, since the ordinary people who managed to get into fraternities and sororities without as much money as the rest, well, they had it a little complicated. But it was good to be holding Chan’s hand. Always, and it eased your anxiety about going through the crowd.

And the show began. Right at midnight, or so you thought. The lights went out, the music stopped, and Chan had to be part of the center of the dance floor, along with other boys and girls wearing their cloaks, which only they wore, imitating a kind of ritual that made your hair stand on end. It was terrifying for a moment.

But everything returned to normal within a few minutes. The party began like any other. Chan returned to your side and took you to chat a little with his group of friends. Felix invited you to have a drink and, for some reason, you turned to look at your boyfriend with sparkling eyes, getting his absolute approval.

So you headed to the bar with Felix, shouting over the loud music to ask him what exactly he recommended. Felix ordered for both of you, and as you waited quietly for your drinks, you felt a hand touch your shoulder. You turned around excitedly, thinking it was Chan, but your smile faded a little when you saw Jeongin.

“Y/n, hey, you came. I assumed you would when I saw Chan at the start of the ceremony. I was looking for you.”

You smiled nervously at him. Felix also turned around, including himself, and at the same time, not including himself at all in the conversation that Joengin clearly wanted to strike up.

“Yes... in the end... I was quite curious about your secret societies.”

“Ah, nothing like that, it’s just an excuse and a bunch of college students getting drunk and wearing suits and dresses.”

You giggled, and just then, Felix brushed your arm, friendly to pass you your first drink.

“Are you going to drink tonight?”

You shrugged, nodding and taking a sip of your drink, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his presence. You had already decided to distance yourself from him little by little. So far, Jeongin hadn’t confessed anything to you, so it seemed embarrassing to suddenly tell him you weren’t interested in him, plus it seemed silly to say something like that when it was obvious. You’re not interested. You’re with Chan.

“It’s a party,” you replied nonchalantly.

He looked at you intently for a few long seconds. He looked you up and down boldly while subtly biting his lip.

“Well, yeah. I’ll order some drinks too.”

Jeongin turned away, leaving you a little confused, and you saw him walk over to a girl behind him. The girl was chatting amiably with another group of girls, and as soon as Jeongin approached her, she happily stumbled over to his side, standing in front of you and Felix. She had a huge smile on her face, and you could read “What?” on her lips. Jeongin repeated something in her ear, and as she listened, her eyes wandered around, finding you and Felix there. You both noticed how the girl’s big smile slowly faded. She replied to Jeongin with what you heard was the name of a drink, and he leaned over the bar to order them.

You felt strange and out of place. You felt like the girl was looking at you too closely, but you assumed it was because she was obviously a little tipsy. Still, you took another sip of your drink, not knowing how to say you were leaving... and trying to hide a sigh of relief at the thought that Jeongin had come with a girl. Which meant that at least now he could leave you alone for a while, or so you thought. Besides, you found her extremely pretty, good for him, you thought. The girl was petite, even in heels, slim, with pale skin, straight red hair, big hazel eyes, straight eyebrows, pretty lips, and freckles. You couldn’t have thought of anyone better for Jeongin—if you even thought about it.

You glanced at Felix, but your boyfriend’s blond friend looked too serious for some reason. Even so, all of this happened in a matter of seconds, but you were still sober and could notice all those little details. So, the girl looked away from you and saw Felix, smiled warmly at him, and said.

“Oh, hi, Felix.”

“Hey, Kaia,” he greeted her, and you looked at him, mildly surprised that they knew each other, but you found it normal since Felix was popular. “Did you come with Jeongin?”

Still, it seemed strange to you how a little uncomfortable Felix looked; he never looked like that. You thought that maybe it was because of Jeongin and because he wanted to get out of the situation and go back to his friends.

“Mmm, well, kind of...” she said with a smirk on her lips. “I’m one of the girls now,” she added enthusiastically, proudly pointing to the pin of a sorority on her strapless dress. “You came with...” she rambled for a second, not knowing your name.

She knew it. The girl looked at you as if she knew you—and she did—so intensely every time she looked in your direction.

“Y/n? No. She’s a friend, she’s with someone else,” Felix replied quickly, slightly nervous and trying to save the situation from becoming too awkward.

For a second, you wondered if it was right to introduce yourself. But Felix had already done it for you. You felt a little small and shy; it wasn’t like you wanted to seem rude.

“There you go,” Jeongin interjected and turned, gently handing his drink to the person you now knew as Kaia, who mumbled a thanks. “You guys met already?” he added.

Kaia took the lead, taking a sip of her drink first. “No. Not really. I’m Kaia, I’m a performing arts major. Nice to meet you,” she replied quickly, coldly, and almost obligingly.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

She smiled at you, but her slightly annoyed face distracted you a little, and without realizing it, you didn’t introduce yourself the same way she did. But she didn’t seem angry with you, but rather with her companion. But you didn’t want to be there anymore, reading people and deciphering expressions. You wanted to be with Chan, and the drink in your hand was starting to bother you.

“Well, I have to go. I’ll be with Chan... um, on that side of his frat house table” you told Jeongin.

Jeongin smiled with a strange satisfaction, and both Kaia and Felix looked uncomfortable that you had made that comment.

“I understand. He’s waiting for you,” Jeongin said, in a mocking tone that was difficult to decipher.

But his smile widened as soon as the real show began, and his target approached you. Chan appeared, next to you and Felix, and was about to complain that he was there for some drinks for Hyunjin since, as he had taken care of everything and Chan had hardly been involved in the event, Chan owed him one and Hyunjin had warned him that he would treat him as he pleased throughout the night... However, he was initially stunned to see Jeongin, not very happy to have him there, but another feeling came over him as soon as he saw Kaia standing next to him.

It was obvious that you didn’t even know who she was. But Chan was annoyed because he knew exactly that Jeongin was the one who knew everything and that he had brought you both together just to annoy him later. He couldn’t believe it; the young man was testing his patience more and more.

“Hey, Chan. Do you want some drinks, or were you looking for your girlfriend? I see you can’t leave her alone for even five minutes. Afraid something might happen?” Jeongin hissed, arrogant and amused.

Chan glared at him, not responding because he was determined to be more mature about the situation, to stay calm and not fall back into something you had already discussed. Besides, he thought there was no reason to get angry. You loved him, he knew that, and that mattered to him.

“I’ll get some drinks from Hyunjin. If you want, you can go to our area now, honey,” Chan said loudly in your ear.

You said goodbye awkwardly to Jeongin and the girl, but as you did, you couldn’t help but notice the way Kaia looked at Chan, so deeply, her eyes bright and wide open, almost a frightened look. Chan looked normal, calm; he didn’t see her that way. And before you left with Felix, you heard Chan greet her softly with a simple “Hey,” but then he walked away to the other end of the bar to order.

You left there extremely confused, wondering if they knew each other, but you decided to ignore it, because you knew he was popular, because when you saw Chan, now wearing his suit, finally without that scary cloak, with the buttons of his shirt open, revealing a little of his chest... You thought that maybe the girl had a crush on your boyfriend. It bothered you, but you didn’t blame her. Besides, he was right there, right next to you.

And the party continued. This time, you didn’t drink much, just enough to lift your spirits and dare to dance with Felix, Changbin, and Chaeryeong, his date. You were having a good time, talking with them. Every now and then, Chan would join you and then watch you from afar, enjoying yourself. Later, Changbin and Chaeryeong were the first to leave, and Felix asked you for a moment to go to the bathroom, so you were left alone, and you were about to go back to Chan when you suddenly felt a strong urge to touch up your makeup. At that point, you knew you were walking a fine line between drunkenness and sobriety.

But you felt fine. Different, so you bravely walked on your own, determined to find the bathroom by yourself so you could touch up your lipstick. In a fleeting thought, you imagined touching up your makeup and returning to Chan, sitting on his lap and kissing him. That’s what you wanted to do. Your emotions were playing tricks on you, your thoughts were betraying you, suddenly you missed him terribly, even though you had seen him a few minutes ago and knew he was there, waiting for you. It was the alcohol betraying you a little.

You continued on your way, still lost in the crowd and in hallways with people drinking, kissing, and chatting with their masks on, and suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder again.

“Hello. Where are you going, sweetie?”

It was Jeongin. He seemed to be your shadow.

“Oh, I was just going to touch up my makeup. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure this is the way?” he joked. “I know where you can do that, follow me.”

Jeongin took you to a brighter space, with few people chatting, the music sounding slightly distant. You were impressed, as you didn’t know the place could be that big. Because maybe you weren’t entirely sober and thinking clearly...

And Jeongin didn’t give up, he kept openly flirting with you, asking you how long you’d been dating Chan, taking advantage of the fact that you weren’t sober and throwing out the comment:

“Hmm, the way he looks with you, it might last longer than it did with Kaia.”

You were putting on your lip gloss when that comment took you by surprise.

“What?”

“Oh, you know, Chan and Kaia...” he read your confused reaction. “Don’t you know? Why wouldn’t he tell you?”

It was obvious that Jeongin knew you had no idea; he knew it from the moment you acted so innocently when she was right in front of you. Your silence perpetuated everything. Sobriety and responsibility were returning to you, as you felt you were about to hear something important.

“Kaia is Chan’s ex, they dated for about 7 months when she was in sophomore year. Now she’s in my class, and we take theatrical literature together. You know, the usual.”

Jeongin kept talking, but you weren’t paying attention. Your mind went silent... and all you could think about was that she was his ex-girlfriend. Right before you, she existed, and that tormented you. It was your first time experiencing a relationship. Your first time experiencing and realizing that your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend was a beautiful little redhead with a big smile who studied art. You wished it didn’t bother you so much, but it did.

You didn’t doubt Jeongin’s information; your instinct told you that he was telling you the truth. There must have been a reason for Felix’s discomfort, for Kaia’s bright eyes when she saw Chan. Who broke up with whom? You couldn’t help thinking and thinking...

And, without realizing it, just as you gently raised your gaze, Chan approached you with quick steps. He was looking for you. Suddenly, he lost sight of you, Felix didn’t know where you were, and neither of you had your cell phones. And, to his not-so-pleasant surprise, you were with Jeongin, in a more private area, and Chan could bet that its use was restricted, since Hyunjin strictly marked the places where his property could be used.

“Oh, god. Do you always have to appear out of nowhere?” Jeongin said to Chan, annoyed but amused.

“Cute chatting, huh?” Chan said.

Chan tried to calm down. But every time his instincts pushed him to the limit, you always appeared next to Jeongin. He was annoyed again. Definitely letting go of the maturity he had set out to use. He was so pissed off.

“Yang Jeongin... I’m taking my girlfriend with me, okay?”

Chan replied through gritted teeth, slowly losing his composure.

Jeongin rolled his eyes and shrugged. And watched you leave. Chan grabbed your wrist, almost dragging you away. You could tell he was upset, but you were too, too much so, you felt that he wasn’t the only one who had a right to be angry.

“Chan-Chan,” you protested, half-heartedly, tired of having to watch another scene.

He took you to a bathroom. A single bathroom, very fitting for such an elegant place, and locked the door. You were both upset, but with the slight effect of alcohol still lingering in your system, the way Chan looked made you rethink whether you were really upset at all; his eyes darkened, he licked his lips, and his whole demeanor looked so attractive as he tried to maintain his sanity.

“We need to talk. Talk about something that had already been resolved. Weren’t you going to distance Jeongin from you? When are you going to tell him to stop bothering you? Or is it that you like having his attention, huh? Is that it? Why are you sneaking away like this? You know, we don’t have our cell phones.” Chan started saying one thing, but just by saying something, he exploded, he couldn’t resist it, he spoke more and more harshly, his veins popping out in his neck.

You felt stunned. With nothing to defend yourself with, you just blurted out:

“And you? What about you, Chan, huh?”

“What about me, what? You didn’t answer m...”

“Kaia,” you interrupted him, silencing him.

He sighed, annoyed and tired, not believing he had to deal with this right now.

“Wh-what about her, what are you talking about, sweetheart. You’re so drunk.”

He knew you knew. He could see it in your tender gaze, slightly dulled, but it didn’t seem right to him, since he was convinced that Chan hadn’t been in contact with her since they broke up, but instead you... and another guy who wasn’t him... oh, he was almost dying of jealousy.

“No. I know. When were you going to tell me about her?”

“What was I going to tell you about her? She’s not even part of my life anymore. But you, you’re everything. Did you see me approach Kaia even once tonight?”

You remained silent... thinking that maybe he had a point, but you came up with a quick comeback.

“Why? Didn’t you approach her because you knew I was watching?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know I don’t talk about... my exes because they’re not relevant. But you, my God, I let my guard down for a second, and you’re back with Jeongin. I thought we’d already talked about that.”

“Yes. We only talked about me, but never about you! Who else was with you besides her? Anything else I should know?” you raised your voice.

“Baby, watch your tone when you talk to me. Don’t yell,” he warned slowly, moving closer to you. “Don’t bring up things from the past, honey,” he pinned you against the door, piercing you with his gaze and leaving you breathless. “You know very well that you are my present and future. And I don’t want that to be damaged by some silly junior guy, okay, beautiful?”

He was intimidating you. And it was working well; you almost swallowed hard when you saw him, your legs were almost shaking, and there was something about him that suddenly made you so obedient.

“We good, sweetie?” You nodded slowly. “Good,” he said, bringing his hands to your face and holding it delicately. “Because you know I won’t tolerate that boy showing you off as if you were his. You’re mine, understand?”

You nodded again. Breathless, a little turned on by having him so close, plus his voice was rough, demanding. And your boyfriend in a suit wasn’t exactly making you feel good and sane.

“Then, kiss me, beautiful.”

You almost melted right there, forgetting your anger as soon as his lips touched yours, giving you the deepest, most passionate kiss, the way only he knows how to do with you, the way only he knows how to leave you breathless and with your emotions on edge, always needing more and more of him. You dropped your small handbag, stunned, and touched him.

“Anything else to add or say, sweetheart?” he whispered, slightly agitated on your lips.

“It’s just that...” you paused.

He looked at you almost warningly, waiting for an answer. You thought you were being dramatic; you never saw his ex as a problem, and you didn’t even want to know more about her. You just wanted to be with him. And that kiss spoke for itself. You sighed.

“I love you.”

You whispered shyly on his lips.

“I love you too, my dear” he replied tenderly. “I hope you understand why I’m reacting this way.”

You knew. Chan loved that way, and it drove you crazy. He kissed you again, this time pushing you more roughly toward the door and kissing you more passionately. His hands began to roam your body mercilessly, and the situation was heating up; you could both feel it.

You tried to adapt to his rhythm, to his desperate lips with an insatiable energy for you, to his tongue playing with you. You didn’t even have time to process that something sexual was beginning to develop between you, and you just let yourself go, feeling more and more, slowly igniting in a pleasurable agony that overwhelmed your weak body. You could never feel soft and beautifully aroused for Chan; you always had to seem needy when it came to him, no matter how much you wanted to control it, because he kissed and touched you so well...

The arousal also grew in Chan’s body. There was something so damn hot about claiming that you were his, something that filled him with so much pride. First the hickeys, and now he was going to fuck you there just for the sheer pleasure of both of you, and he was going to do it so jealously until you whimpered and remembered who you belonged to. He could already visualize your tired body being held by him, fucking you, and that made his cock even harder.

His lips moved down your neck, subtly teasing the marks that were just beginning to heal a little. His large hands squeezed your waist, your bare thighs, and you sighed as soon as you felt him lift your tight dress up to your stomach, exposing your panties. Chan was working fast, but at the same time with a patience that only built your pleasure.

He pulled away from you and with a mischievous smile, pulled your dress down from your breasts in one swift motion, leaving you vulnerably exposed again, making you moan softly. Your cheeks flushed. Chan appreciated his own work on you, your used lips, shiny, soft marks on your skin, your heavy, agitated breathing with just a few small teasing kisses and caresses, your exquisite, round breasts exposed, you, just for him, with your tender, hopelessly excited gaze. And, from your perspective, the sight was so wonderful that it made your pussy throb with desperation, and it was because of his intense gaze and how fucking attractive and handsome he looked in that suit tight against his body. Your gaze drifted away a little, just to make sure that you were both in exactly the same state of arousal, and you confirmed it as soon as your mouth salivated painfully at the sight of his large erection in his pants.

“Look at you, beautiful. So fucking needy for me, just as I adore.”

For some reason, you felt immobile, able only to enjoy and receive pleasure from him. You didn’t even know what to say exactly. More than thinking it was true, you needed him right now, every part of you begging for him.

“No one is going to touch you like I do, princess. Remember that,” Chan said in a deep voice, full of desire.

He was so right. You were never going to love anyone else like the way he did it to you. You needed him right now; you were being overwhelmed with stimulation.

He licked his lips, and you trembled and whimpered as you felt his fingers gently brush against your clit, teasing you even more. Your pussy throbbed, your nipples hardened, and at that point you felt so wet.

You enjoyed his touch and with trembling hands you tried to unbutton his shirt, caressing his exquisite abs, and just as you were about to unbuckle his belt, he leaned toward you, kissing you more desperately, messily, in contrast to his touch against your pussy, which became more precise, his fingers pressing your sweet spot, playing with your clit, driving you crazy, and then his fingers moved down to tease you as he felt your wetness between your folds. Chan knew exactly what he wanted from you. Right now.

But first, he delighted in your lips, in your tongue fighting against his, and then he seductively went back down to your skin, playing with your breasts, licking them and using them mercilessly, just like his free hand that ran all over you.

You stroked his hair, letting yourself be carried away more and more by the delicious movements toward your clit, and you moaned his name loudly as you felt his fingers bury themselves inside you, without losing your caresses on your sensitive spot. You were being touched so exquisitely. He thrust deeply into you, his long fingers reaching many weak spots in you, all of him was your weak spot. You were feeling so pleasurable, enough to want to come if he sped up his movements, but his next action took your breath away and you knew exactly what he was about to do.

“No one is going to eat your pretty pussy like I do, baby girl. Who’s gonna make you tremble like I do, huh? That stupid Yang kid, mmm I don’t think so, you’re so mine. Isn’t that right?”

He had knelt in front of you and recited those words, looking into your eyes, his breath hitting your pubis, and your heart beating faster. You captured the moment when your boyfriend pulled down your little panties, which he had chosen, and his attractive face approached your intimate area, almost ready to take your much-needed pussy.

“Yes” you replied nervously, shaking.

You wanted him to do it already, you knew he was teasing you by the way his fingers kept playing with your clit, and finally, you felt a brief release, but the tension in your body intensified. You whimpered with satisfaction as you finally felt his warm, strong tongue push against your clit, his lips sucking it so exquisitely, reveling in you. His hands grabbed you roughly, your thighs, your folds, spreading them apart to give him better access to your core. Meanwhile, you whimpered for him, pressing your back harder against the door, restless and desperate, feeling his tongue stimulate every inch of your slick, trembling pussy. You held onto his shoulders, impatient for the pleasure you were experiencing that was altering your entire system. It was too much. It was perfect.

He continued, and for a moment you felt so helplessly pleased, almost at your climax, that you lowered your gaze, and nothing could compare to what you were witnessing—but the sensations were still a thousand times better—yet a sight like that stimulated all your senses better, and it was Chan, crouched down for you, eating your pussy with desperate hunger, but being gentle with you, his attractive face buried in you. Just like the first time he did it, you could still remember it with such longing.

He knew each of your spots, he knew you were a little weak, that you didn’t like to prolong your pleasure for too long once you both started touching each other, but he loved to tease you, to enjoy himself, so his tongue moved mercilessly over your cunt.

Chan delighted in you thoroughly, merely for the light sadistic pleasure of making you suffer by being loaded with so much pleasure, and for his masochistic pleasure of letting his cock throb inside him. Chan savored your pussy, slurping on it, his soft gasps echoing in the isolated bathroom of that club, his babbling telling you how delicious you were to him, completely lost in you and the sensation of your vagina pleasing his mouth and thrilling every fiber of his being as if he were enjoying and tasting a wonderful delight, and he was, his cock trapped in his pants coming to life on its own, veins popping, aching and impatient for attention. He cursed, feeling desperate, but for him, it was worth every second of tasting you, of receiving your moans and your body yielding in desire in response. Feeding his ego, his obsessive admiration for you, reminding him that you are only his.

You began to melt away little by little, holding on tightly to his shoulders and caressing his head a little more wildly, and Chan knew you were so close, so his licks became sloppier to tease you more, but he complemented it by penetrating you again with his fingers. You were blinded by pleasure, feeling restlessly close to orgasm, and it left you breathless.

He looked up, only to find from that angle your whole body struggling, your muscles contracting, your breasts exposed, and your pleasure sweetly captured on your face.

And you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Chan pulled his lips away from you a little, leaving you with a void just at your peak, adjusted his uncomfortable erection a little, making him moan softly, and looked into your eyes and encouraged you passionately in the only way he knew how to turn you on. You were a slut for Chan’s little comments during sex.

“Cum for me, princess, you can do it, cum for me, and remember who’s the only one who makes you come like this.”

You whimpered exaggeratedly, you could feel your whole body flushed. Chan smiled, his lips sweetly glossy from your fluids, and with a quick movement he buried himself back into your pussy, naughtily replacing those fingers that filled you mercilessly with his ruthless tongue, thus triggering your orgasm, making you come for him just as he had asked.

“Mmm, Channie...”

You took a deep breath. You had completely lost your composure from the wonderful oral sex Chan always gave you. You ended up with your muscles aching from your orgasm, leaving your legs trembling and weak.

Chan lapped up your orgasm and tentatively tried to clean up the mess you had made with his mouth, gently teasing you despite being a little tired and very agitated.

“Good girl, good girl.” Chan stood up, licked his lips, wiped the corners of his mouth, and teased you by briefly pinching your nipples. “You’re going to continue being a good girl for me, huh? You gonna take my cock, now?” he spoke in a rough voice, yet exaggerating his intonation a little as if he wanted to speak sweetly to you.

You watched him closely. You were still processing how good you felt, and your intimacy was slowly recovering with a series of exquisite pulsations... Fuck, you thought. His comment vibrated through your body again, and you felt the situation become so real as soon as you saw his long, attractive fingers deftly unbuckle his belt and, in one swift motion, pull down his underwear and pants to expose his erect cock, throbbing with desire without being stimulated, looking as appetizing and beautifully red-pink as you love it.

Chan took off his jacket, feeling his body hot, and let out a smug chuckle, almost blushing, finding the bold and slightly hungry way you looked at his cock amusing. Then you bit your lip, and the image of your body wrapped in desire, your breasts tenderly exposed, and your agitated expression, caused his cock to twitch and move violently on its own, contracting his muscles and covering its tip with slippery naughty precum. You worked magic on him. He groaned, hurting and exciting him at the same time, so he immediately appeased the unsettling sensation of the incredible load descending along his entire length, taking and caressing his cock gently.

You were surprised by the burning obscenity of his big cock trembling and then his big hand wrapping around it. You got turned on again, this time, perhaps even more than before, knowing that now it would be him fucking you and his cock filling you that would take you to a new climax.

“What’s the matter, baby? You want to touch it, don’t you?”

You met his eyes and nodded enthusiastically. He smiled and guided your hand to his cock, letting you stroke it.

“Fuck,” he moaned softly and breathlessly, closing his eyes. “Just like that, your hands are sooo soft, my pretty baby,” he babbled almost incoherently.

You felt his cock throbbing perfectly in your hand. You stroked it gently and patiently, remembering the smooth texture of his entire length. Chan bit his lip, holding back from whimpering at the sweet but ruthless way you were stimulating him.

He suddenly lifted your chin gently and made you look at him, taking your gaze away from his needy penis being stroked in your hand.

“What is your pretty mind thinking? Mmm, when you touch me like this?” Chan spoke sweetly, with genuine curiosity.

He saw how expertly you caressed him, your eyes shining with lust... your mouth expressing soft moans... but he wanted to know more, he wanted to make you talk dirty, it was so ridiculous and hot at the same time for him, saying obscenities could make him cum even faster than you thought.

You blushed instantly. What were you thinking? You were thinking so many things, your mind focused on the sensation of his manhood, on him enjoying himself, on your pussy reacting on its own every time you were with him... it was difficult to express.

Chan saw your intentions to speak, but you kept that shy and uncertain look that he knew so well.

“Come on, baby. Say it. Say it all for me, talk dirty to me...”

You almost gasped. You bit your lip and confessed with some embarrassment:

“I love your cock.”

“Mmm,” he moaned, feeling more and more aroused, as if that word coming out of your mouth sweetly pressed a button in him, turning him on even more, “is that so, baby girl?”

You began to get hornier, it was the seductive way Chan spoke to you and seeing him writhing gently with pleasure at your caresses. So you continued, with a little more confidence.

“Yes. It’s so big, Channie...” you hissed and increased the pace of your strokes, cupping his balls, and teasing his tip.

“Mmm,” he threw his head back, ecstatic. “Yeah? You love it when I stretch your little pussy and fuck you, don’t you? When I fuck you raw and fill you with my cum.”

Your pussy throbbed hard, reacting to his comment, your mind perfectly remembering the feeling of his cock filling you. The situation heated up so quickly, both of you were so aroused that you began to babble nonsense.

“Fuck, it’s so good, I wanna put it in my mouth.”

He giggled seductively. “What are you waiting for? Do it, get on your knees. I’m all yours.”

Your exposed pussy felt overwhelmingly aroused, used, and as soon as you got down on your knees, it was no different. You felt like you could squirt or drip at any moment, and that distressed you. The whole situation overwhelmed you; everything about you was so damn turned on. So you took his cock, licking every inch of it and sucking it, at your own pace and with your own technique, which Chan had guided you through very well beforehand.

His hands went to your hair, and he didn’t take his eyes off the image of your pretty face being fucked by his needy erection for a second.

You loved that Chan filled every possible part of you, you couldn't help it. You loved filling him with pleasure too and seeing his perfectly sculpted body from that angle while you sucked his cock, plus he tasted exquisite.

You teased and aroused him for hot but agonizing minutes, you were just starting to drool over his erect penis. Chan played with you, pushing your head and pressing you to take more of him, deeper, but when he saw you gasping for breath and struggling, he pulled you away from him. You looked at him with teary eyes and an undescribable desire to continue if he wanted to, but he only whispered to you.

“Come here, baby, now.”

Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. You were so excited about whatever he was going to do to you, and you squealed when he picked you up, putting your back against the door and making you wrap your legs around his body. You knew what was coming, but you didn’t expect his next comment.

“Beg for it, baby. Convince me and maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Your arms were around his neck and caressing his hair, you were so ready for him to fuck you; but you blinked in confusion. You blushed again, but you needed it so badly.

“Please, Chan, fuck me, please. I need to feel you,” you pouted.

He smiled. “Be more specific.”

“Please fill me with your cock, I need you.”

He bit his lip and moaned, those words sounding so wrong yet so lustful coming from your sweet lips.

“Mmm... why would I do that?”

You flinched and gasped at the unexpected sensation of a finger inside your pussy, sliding in and out of you.

“Come on, baby... what could be fucking you right now is my cock and not just a finger...”

Even just his finger worked wonders on you, it was only frustrating you more.

“Please, Channie. Because we both want it. I’m yours, please, fuck m-”

You were speechless and moaned raggedly instead. He couldn’t wait any longer either. He needed you. Chan buried his entire cock inside you, opening you up completely, leaving you so little time to get used to him when he was already moving inside you. He whimpered. Your pussy was so ready and prepared for him that he removed his finger and entered you with ease, but your tight walls weren’t expecting the thickness of his visitor so soon.

He fucked you there, intensely, unleashing all his energy on you, manipulating your body to his liking, stimulating and using your exposed breasts, sucking them, biting them, leaving marks that would fill him with pride every time he made you his.

“Who else is going to fill you up and fuck you like I do, huh? Say it!”

He increased the pace of his thrusts. You were both so close.

You whimpered, without even thinking about an answer. “No one, fuck, only you, Chan.”

“That’s right, my love. You understand me...”

He continued for a few more moments, until you hugged his body closer, your chest rubbing against his, his moans and gasps in your ear, and him controlling your body, moving it violently to the rhythm of his cock pounding your pussy and pleasing every part of you, until you climaxed in an intense orgasm, leaving you trembling and agitated.

You reveled in the scent of his perfume and felt his exhausted cock tremble inside you, followed by the warmth of his orgasm filling you. Chan moaned audibly, overwhelmed by the pleasurable experience. Immediately thinking how much he loved you, in every way, connecting in all his fantasies, being part of his sweetest dreams.

You searched for his face, his cute face looking at you sweetly despite just finishing such a dirty and hot act, and, blinded by your love for him, you kissed him on the tip of his nose, making him flush completely, in contrast to everything that had just happened...

“Should we go home now, sweetheart? I can’t wait to cuddle.”

the end.

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