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returnofeternity · 2 months ago

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PLEASE. more of that possessive shauna you talked about……. having the pretty, bubbly girlfriend that even nat, lottie, tai, and van adored….. shes wanted by Literally everyone. maybe a “5 instances shauna caught someone coming after her girl and 1 instance where shauna got revenge” and it ends with reader being fucked in front of everyone or in their hut just suuuuuuper loud…….. Pls…… Feed Me…….

synopsis. 4 times shauna caught someone coming after you and the 1 time she got revenge.

pairing: shauna shipman x fem!reader

genre: 18+, smut.

warnings. jealous, toxic shauna???

wc: 2,442

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the first time shauna caught someone flirting with her girlfriend, it was nat at the scene of the crime. you were picked to become hunter after nat was chosen as leader by lottie, so you spent a good chunk of time with natalie. she was angry that you were so skilled in hunting because, of course, you had to be. it's like you wanted to hang out with nat. you'd come back to her in the hut, red tint on your cheeks, and talk her ear off about how fun it was training with her. she'd just give you a fake smile, one that you always caught, and continue writing in her journal about ways she could murder nat while you went on about how excited you were for your first kill.

"if you like nat so much, then why don't you just go be with her?" she spits, her hand shaking with so much jealousy that her writing becomes nothing more than scribbles on the page.

you freeze at her sudden anger and recoil a bit. but then you grin at her, and she looks away like she got caught because she did. she's jealous.

"maybe i will?" you test your limits. you move on your knees, getting up to walk out, but shauna huffs and grips your wrist, making you tumble onto her lap.

"i'd kill you both." she snarls quietly, her voice low and dangerous. it makes you thrilled.

you smile and put your hands on her shoulders, leaning in close to her face. "promise?"

before shauna can push you on your back, she hears the worst noise possible: nat calling out your name.

"hey, are you in here?" nat just barges in, face reddening when she sees the compromised position you're in. "oh."

shauna barely notices the way nat's face falls due to her eyesight clouding in rage.

you quickly get up from shauna's lap, much to her annoyance, and wipe the dust from your pant legs as you stand in front of nat, obviously feeling awkward. "did you need something?"

"yeah," she responds quietly, glancing toward shauna for a brief second before lifting up something in her hands. "i fixed the sling for you. figured it'd be easier to carry around like this while you're out hunting." nat blushes as you take it, holding her breath as she waits for a response.

"thank you." you run your fingers along the leather, noticing the little flowers and what seems to be patches of clothes sewn into it. "it's awesome."

she nods and awkwardly places her hands by her side. "you did good today, by the way. you're almost as good as me."

shauna scoffs. "are you fucking serious?" she gets up and pulls you back by your shirt, getting in front of you and hiding you from nat. "i think you can leave now."

there's a staredown between her and nat, shauna daring nat to say something with her eyes. she smirks triumphantly when nat clenches her jaw and walks out, and when she turns back to you, her expression now cold, she takes the sling from you and throws it on the ground.

2. the second time shauna catches someone flirting with you, it's taissa. which pisses her off because she's dating van. she just has to be greedy and go after you too? she's sulking. and she's still upset by what happened with nat. shauna feels like every small sound is 10x louder than it actually is. she can feel it reverberate in her chest and throb in her brain as the wind blows her hair especially as she hears the sound of your laughter. usually, it would make her happy. calm, even. but now, watching you from across the camp, laughing at whatever the fuck taissa is talking to you about, it makes her angry. you keep leaning into taissa's space as you try to stifle your giggles, your hand on her arm as you murmur for her to "shut uppp."

that's exactly what shauna thinks she should do.

and she knows whatever tai is saying is meant to be flirty. she can tell by the way she looks at you. it's the way she looks at you when you're not looking. a soft look and twinkling eyes, looking at you like you make everything better. how dare taissa look at you like that? but she gets it. shauna's always loved how bubbly and pretty you are, a part of her actually liking how everyone here seems to want you. but she's also insanely possessive.

"you better get back to your girlfriend before she kills me." taissa leans in close, smirking a bit, as she notices shauna glowering by her hut with her arms crossed.

you look back, shauna's jaw clenching when you make eye contact. you huff and roll your eyes, which makes steam come out of shauna's ears. turning back to taissa, you shake your head.

"she's fine. i wanna keep talking to you anyway. besides, i know she's gonna be an ass if i go back."

taissa's chest swells with pride at your words. "you'd risk her wrath just to stay with me?" she smiles at how you seem to blush as you look down. "i'm honored."

"you look pretty with your hair like that," she continues, referring to when she did your hair earlier. "you should let me do it again sometime."

when you look back up at tai, her eyes are low and dreamy, and she's smiling dumbly at you like she's in a trance of some sort.

shauna shouts your name so hard that it echoes around the forest.

3. the third and perhaps the worst time shauna caught someone coming after her girl, it was lottie. it was right after her stunt of trying to convince shauna to get everything out and after she told her that "needing a shrink doesn't make you a shrink", quote unquote. she was trying to get her to drink this weird tea that she did not trust coming from lottie. so lottie went to you.

lottie's always been weirdly obsessed with you—weirdly obsessed with shauna too. but she knows it's more than just whatever shit the 'wilderness' is telling her. it's an attraction. she gets a stick up her ass when nat or tai or van flirt with you, but when it's lottie? she just sees red. lottie's always been quiet with her attraction, though. but recently, she's been more forward.

and it's the fucking worst.

the two of you are outside, sitting on a log, just enjoying each other's presence as you play with her hand mindlessly, when lottie walks up. shauna immediately sits up straighter and clutches your hand.

lottie smiles at both of you, stepping over shauna's legs as she gets on your side and bends down.

shauna wanted to trip her so badly.

"you should keep using it. you're doing so well with it." lottie pushes the cup into your lap, giving you a cheesy smile and a tilt of her head, slightly bouncing up and down with excitement.

shauna's eyes narrow. "you drank it? are you fucking kidding me?" she scoffs, roughly grabbing the cup from lottie and pouring it out with a smug look as lottie stares at her, then she scowls at you. "you're going off and getting high with her?"

"no! it...it was one time, okay?" you explain, kind of enjoying seeing the veins in shauna's neck pop as she seethes. "we just talked."

and maybe lottie was a bit touchy as you rested your head in her lap while ranting about shauna and how you feel about everything...

shauna's eye twitches, and she suddenly stands up, reaching over to grab your wrist as she tugs you up and into her body. the look she gives lottie makes you excited down there.

"get someone else to drink your bullshit tea." she says before dragging you into the woods.

4. the fourth and final time shauna catches someone flirting with you before snapping, it's with van. she doesn't know why it ticked her off so much because van's always been playful and flirty, that's just who she is as a person, but it was like a bomb went off when she saw her with you. it was the last straw. the last time she could take everyone trying to steal you away from her. again, she was sulking in her hut, furiously writing in her journal about how she hates how everyone adores you when she heard hushed whispers.

van quietly calls out your name just before you reach your shared hut with shauna. "hey. can we talk?"

shauna stops writing and listens in, her hand squeezing her pencil roughly.

you nod, turning back to look at the pieces of clothing hanging on the hut meant to be privacy curtains and to keep out the cold since it's winter again. you don't know if shauna is in there, and it would be a mess if she were. the whole plan would be ruined.

"is shauna in there?" van asks, wondering the same thing. she doesn't get any less tense when you shrug, but she clarifies, "it's not about... that thing."

oh. you thought she wanted to talk about the plan to get rescued.

"what is it about?" you wonder, looking at her curiously. you take a second to appreciate her scars, the paleness of her face because of the cold accentuating the red marks that you think are so cool.

"it's about you." van says. "and shauna, i guess."

you pout slightly, tilting your head. you raise your brows, signaling for her to continue. you're curious.

van steps closer, something shauna can hear, and looks down at your hands before enveloping them in hers. "she doesn't treat you right."

your mouth opens in surprise at her words, and you let out a small chuckle.

"van..." you assume she's joking. this is the first time someone's been forward in their advances. hell, you don't even know they're flirting half of the time. you can only tell when shauna's jealous. "c'mon."

"no, i'm serious." she continues, and it's only then that you notice the amount of adoration in her eyes.

has it always been there?

shauna thinks she blacked out long ago. when she opens her eyes again, the pencil in her hand is now in two pieces, and there are angry scratches on her journal page. when the ringing in her head subsides just a bit, she's up in an instant, flinging the curtains to the side so fast that they all come undone as she steps out of the hut.

she hears the end of van saying, "...like you."

"what the fuck did you just say?" shauna yells with her chest, her voice booming so loud that you get scared and jump closer to van.

big mistake. huge mistake.

5. everyone's either peeking out of their hut or watching nearby as they hold their breath, wondering if shauna's really about to kill van right now. she's eerily silent as she stares back and forth between you and van and the rest of them, her chest heaving.

"shauna, it was nothing. van was just joking." you try and stick up for her, thinking that it could lessen whatever the hell shauna's planning on doing as punishment. "you're causing a scene. let's just—let's go back inside."

"i'm causing a scene?" she asks calmly, her voice sending chills down your spine. her face is void of any recognizable emotion as she scoffs, a cold smile on her lips. then she seems to visibly relax, standing up straighter and looking around with a hard stare.

and then you're being pulled forward by the front of your shirt, shauna's lips crashing onto yours so roughly that it causes a spark of pain to shoot through your nose as it clashes with her face. you gasp in shock, shauna using the opportunity to shove her tongue down your throat. you can't help but moan into the kiss, your hands reaching up to her shoulders to steady yourself, eyes fluttering shut as her big hands grope your ass.

you forget all about the little audience you have.

until she starts undressing you. first, it's the cold you think of. then, it's the fact that you're not in your hut but outside where the rest of the team are.

"shauna..." you whisper, trying to stop her wandering hands as she messes with your jeans.

"it's okay. they don't mind." she looks up at the yellowjackets, their eyes watching you intently. it only makes the anger and jealousy grow stronger.

she manages to yank your jeans down, stepping back to admire you as you try to cover yourself up. the wet spot on your panties is just too embarrassing.

"take off the rest." she commands. she lets you do it yourself, to give her your consent. she knows you if you refuse, she can just lift you up and take you back to the hut to fuck you, but if you take it off, then she knows you want this—knows you wanna get fucked in front of everyone.

and her breath hitches when you lift your shirt up, smiling like she's proud of you. she licks her lips when you bend down to take off your panties, disappointment in her chest when she realizes they all got a good view of your ass and she didn't.

"mine." she growls, to you and the yellowjackets. shauna stalks forward and turns you so you're facing them, pulling you tight against her chest. she looks toward van, who's still by the hut, and sneers. "you can't fucking touch what's mine."

her hands squeeze your tits roughly, making a loud whine spill out of your mouth. you turn your head in embarrassment, the thought of accidentally making eye contact with one of the girls making you feel lightheaded and shy. but, as you hear nat groan, you can't help but peek up at her, her pale face flushed red as she rubs her thighs while watching shauna use you.

you're absolutely wet enough for shauna's fingers. but it's a huge surprise when she suddenly shoves two of them in your hole. lottie lets out a whiny sigh at how you fold and slump against shauna at the contact, and she drops down to her knees as she analyzes the way your hole greedily sucks in shauna's fingers.

"i know she's pretty...." shauna mumbles, nibbling on your neck and biting down hard, her ears twitching at the lovely sound of your broken whines. "and i know you all want her."

#ilovgore #shauna shipman thoughts 💭#shauna shipman x reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #shauna shipman x you #© returnofeternity

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myth1cs · 4 months ago

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School Meal Club (Kim Dahyun, Son Chaeyoung, Chou Tzuyu x M!Reader)

Smut;

The joke option I put on the poll winning was not my intention and yet here we are. I gotta take a union mandate 1 month break after writing this. (Also anon, I added your ask but left out some of it.)

Word Count: 3,417

You would have been content not being in any school clubs, but your parents wanted you to be involved in at least one school club so you could put it in a resume or when applying to colleges. You wanted to argue but you knew you couldn't change their minds.

Today clubs set up stations in the gym and you - along with the rest of your third period - got to go to the gym to possibly apply to join one of them. A few of them were after school clubs, and since you didn't want to stay in school longer than you had to you stayed away from them.

Many club booths had a good chunk of people around them but you saw that a certain booth had nobody standing around it. Three girls were behind the booth looking a little demotivated. Since no other club peaked your interest you decided to head to their booth.

The smaller girl's eyes seemed to light up as she noticed that you were making your way to their booth.

"Hey you there, wanna join the school meal club?!"

"Don't yell at him Chaeyoung you're going to scare him off!" The slightly taller member said.

You walked closer to their booth and introduced yourself.

"Hey my name's Y/N. What's this club about?"

The second tallest woman cleared her throat "Let me introduce myself my name is Dahyun and I'm the president of the school meal club, she's Chaeyoung, and she's Tzuyu. It's our job to help prepare the school meals as the name suggests. If you join it'll replace your third period and you'll get your own uniform. So what do you say Y/N?"

"How many people are in your club?"

Dahyun started sweating a bit.

"Well it's just us three but-"

Only three members? That's the bare minimum requirement to have in a club. You didn't want to be in a club barely anyone was in but then again the other clubs were after school related.

"I'll join your club."

The three girls eyes lit up and they went over to you and hugged you. "Thank you Y/N! The principal told us he'd shut down our club if we couldn't get another member to join!" Dahyun exclaimed.

"You just saved our club we couldn't be more thankful!" Tzuyu said.

The sudden hug surprised you a bit. You looked around to see if anybody was seeing what was happening but nobody was paying attention.

All three of them pulled away and Dahyun held her hand in front of you. "Y/N as president of the school meal club let me welcome you."

"급!" (School)

"식!" (Meal)

"단!" (Club)

"급식단!" (School Meal Club!)

"얘들아 우리.. 다시 하자.." (We're not in sync! ... Again.) (Dahyun)

"너무 오랜만에 했어!" (It's been a while!) (Chaeyoung)

Seeing the members argue about saying the chant correctly made you giggle a little. Maybe joining the club wouldn't be so bad after all.

The next day marked your first day at the school meal club.

"Y/N I'm so glad you made it here."

"Yeah you are, you were telling us how worried you were that Y/N might not actually show up."

Dahyun's face turned red.

"Shut it Tzuyu! You were the one-"

Tzuyu covered Dahyun's mouth and cleared her throat.

"Anyways Y/N your uniform will be here in about a month so until then you're free to wear whatever. But when it does come in you will be expected to wear it while you're at the club, got it?"

"I understand."

"Ew why did you start licking my hand?!"

"It was the only way to get it off my mouth."

"You're so gross Dahyun."

Even though you have only seen them interact with each other for a short while you could tell they were really good friends with each other.

"Where's Chaeyoung?"

"We're waiting for her. She has to come in from the band room so it usually takes her a while before she gets in here." Dahyun replied.

Not too long after Dahyun said that Chaeyoung came running into the room. She was clearly out of breath as she spoke "I got here as fast as I could."

"That's odd you usually take a few more minutes to get here."

"I didn't want to be as late on the first day our new member works."

Chaeyoung reached her hand out to you and you shook her hand.

"I know we did this yesterday but I want to introduce myself again to you. Hello Y/N I'm Son Chaeyoung and welcome to the school meal club. We're all happy to have you here."

"I'm glad to be working with you all."

"Chaeyoung and Tzuyu you guys know what to do. I'll show Y/N what his role is."

"Understood president" Chaeyoung and Tzuyu said before they left you alone with Dahyun.

"So Y/N let me take you to where you'll be working."

While you two were walking you decided to try to mingle a little with the leader of the group.

"So what do you and the others do here?"

"Well I do all the planning for what the students will have on what day. Chaeyoung unloads all the ingredients and sets them in their respective place, Tzuyu makes all the meals. Of course we don't do it all on our own we have the cafeteria workers helping us to. We just lend a helping hand."

You two finally arrived at the destination which seemed to be the kitchen. "What's my role?"

"You'll be washing the trays which before I did alone but now you'll be helping me!"

"Wait don't we have like 400 students in the building?"

"Yup so we better get to cleaning huh?"

Half an hour passed by and you two had a good chunk of trays washed. You were getting tired and felt your hands skin getting dry. "Can we take a break Dahyun?"

"Hm well I guess it wouldn't hurt especially since we're almost done anyways."

Dahyun turned off the sink and you both went to sit down in the empty cafeteria.

"You know Y/N we're going to be graduating in the same year and yet I can't help but notice that we've never talked before."

"Well I don't think we have any classes together."

"You're right. Wanna maybe hangout at my place after school? You seem like a good person. I wanna get to know you more Y/N."

The sudden offer stunned you for a bit. Usually you were friends with someone for a few months before they invited you to their house and yet here was Dahyun inviting you over to her house on the second day of knowing her.

"I'd love to." You replied. It was rather quick and sounded eager, you hoped Dahyun didn't notice.

"Here give me your phone. I'll text you my address!"

You didn't like the lunch break that much. It seemed like the school administration was out to get you since all your friends get put in the same lunch period yet you were the only one to have a different lunch period. As you were looking for an empty seat you heard someone call out to you.

"Y/N is that you?"

You looked behind you and saw that it was Tzuyu.

"Tzuyu, I didn't know we had the same lunch shift."

"I didn't either until I saw you here. Wanna have lunch together?"

"I'd love to, are we going to sit with the rest of the school meal club?"

"Oh no we won't have lunch here. Let's have lunch in the basement."

"We're not supposed to leave the cafeteria."

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were such a stickler for the rules Y/N. Are you coming with me or not?"

"Alright fine I'm coming."

Tzuyu led you to the school basement that went mainly unused. You weren't too fond of it as it didn't really smell the best. Why did Tzuyu eat lunch here anyways?

"Why are we having lunch here?"

"Nobody comes down here except the janitor after school ends. Plus there aren't any cameras down here."

Tzuyu led you to an empty classroom. It smelled less than pleasing and was rather dusty. It seemed Tzuyu didn't mind and sat down at an empty desk and motioned you to sit next to her. After sitting next to her you looked at her as if expecting her to say something.

"Something wrong Y/N are you not hungry?"

"Uhm why are we eating here, isn't it rather gross?"

"Clean freak are you?"

"I'm not, but this is a bit gross don't you think?"

"I guess."

A short silence fell between the both of you until Tzuyu spoke up.

"Are you hungry for dessert Y/N?"

"Not really?"

"Come on Y/N don't be like that just say yes"

You weren't sure where this was going but you decided to go along with it. "Yes."

With your affirmation Tzuyu started to take off her pants.

"Don't worry Y/N I'll give you the best dessert you've ever had."

It suddenly clicked in your head on why took you to a secluded area

Tzuyu moved your lunch tray and sat on top of your desk. Her pussy was right in front of you.

"Desserts here Y/N!"

Her pink wet pussy was showing in front of you and it made your cock hard. You grabbed her legs and shoved yourself into her pussy. Shoving your tongue in as deep as it could. You were able to taste her sweet fluids. You slurped them up so greedily.

"So needy aren't you Y/N? There's a lot more where this came from."

Tzuyu's pussy clenched around your tongue as she started to rub her clit and she purposely moaned as loud as possible. Not that she was worried about being heard all the way from the basement.

You slipped your hands under Tzuyu's shirt and moved them towards her breasts. But Tzuyu grabbed your hands before you could touch them.

"Naughty hands you have there Y/N. How about we save these for next time we fuck?"

As much as you wanted to grab Tzuyu's breast it was probably for the better that you didn't get to touch everything. It gave you something to look forward to.

A muffled "Yes" left your mouth. You continued licking the sweet liquids coming out of Tzuyu until she came on your mouth.

Her cum tasted better than her juice.

"Ah fuck your tongue is so good Y/N!"

"Your cum tastes amazing."

You got up and kissed Tzuyu on her lips. She tasted her own cum which wasn't her favorite activity but she let it slide. You started to slide your tongue into her mouth.

To your surprise Tzuyu's tongue play was really good. Not that you had experience but you could definitely tell she had done this before.

"Have you done this before?" You asked as you pulled back.

Tzuyu nodded "I've done this a few times with Chaeyoung. Please don't tell Dahyun about this though."

"I'll keep quiet."

"We should really get out of the basement though. Lunch is about to end."

Those words left you a little disappointed. You wanted to do more with her but you always had tomorrow.

You were working in the pottery room alone. The other students in art class were in the main art room working on another project.

The door to the pottery room opened and you were surprised to see Chaeyoung walk in. "Chaeyoung, why are you here?"

"I left my sketchbook here during 5th period. Have you seen it?"

"No I haven't."

Chaeyoung started to look around the room. As she was looking you noticed her petite small figure, more specifically how much it turned you on. You tried to push the lewd thoughts away and focus on your pottery project.

"Ah here it is!" Chaeyoung picked up her sketchbook and turned to look at you.

"Hey Y/N can I ask a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Well I've been trying to work on a sketch but I need a reference. Can you pose for me?"

Couldn't take too long right?

"Sure, what pose do you need me to do?"

"Get on the table." Chaeyoung said as she pointed at an empty table. You quickly washed your hands and sat on the table.

"I need you to put on a blindfold."

"Why?"

"I'm trying to draw someone who's blindfolded and naked."

You thought she was joking with you but you could see that she was being serious. "We're in school."

"You're right." Chaeyoung went to close and lock the door before she went back to you. "We should be good now."

"That's not what I meant."

"So you won't help me with my art?"

Chaeyoung sounded disappointed. You didn't want her to be upset at you so you agreed "I'll help you."

"You will?"

"I will."

She handed you the blindfold and started to take off your pants. You put the blindfold on then started to take off your shirt. You couldn't see it but Chaeyoung was smiling when she saw your naked body blindfolded.

"Let me fix your position Y/N."

She put her hands on your body and started to 'adjust' it. Your cock was growing and you knew Chaeyoung could see it.

"Your cock here is very hard. I'm not trying to draw someone with an erected cock, mind if I relieve you real quick?"

"Do what you have to." Your voice was a bit shaky as you responded.

Chaeyoung put her small hand on your growing cock and started to give it a few pumps. She licked your balls which made you shiver. She enjoyed seeing you react this way and give your balls a few more licks.

Your cock was as hard as it could be and Chaeyoung was rather shocked at how big it was. She spat on your cock before she put it in her small tight mouth. Her tongue glided down your cock. You did your best to hold your moans knowing that people might hear you. But you'd be lying if you said that didn't add to the excitement.

Chaeyoung sucked on your sensitive tip. All of this was making her wet. "Y/N your cock is so much better than my boyfriends cock!"

"You- you have a boyfriend?"

"Mhm but his cock isn't as big as yours."

The sudden confession that she's cheating on her boyfriend was the final straw that made you cum in her mouth. So much cum spilled out that some of it overflowed out of Chaeyoung's small mouth.

She swallowed everything she could and used her fingers to get the cum that overflowed back in her mouth. She got up and removed your blindfold. You struggled to adjust to the light for a bit. Once you did Chaeyoung showed you her empty mouth.

"I swallowed it all."

"Chaeyoung that was amazing."

She kissed your forehead.

"Looks like class is almost over so I should get going."

"What about your art?"

"Oh yeah, I lied about that."

Once school ended you texted your mom that you would be visiting a friends house and she texted you that she was fine with it.

You arrived at Dahyun's house and knocked on the door. After a few seconds she opened the door and answered. "Y/N I'm glad you came, come in!"

"Not like I had anything else to do." you thought as you went inside.

Once you walked in you noticed that Chaeyoung and Tzuyu were also there. "You invited the rest of the school meal club?"

"Yeah, I thought this could be a bonding moment."

It felt awkward being seeing Tzuyu and Chaeyoung again. You've had sex with both of them without telling that you've had sex with the other. "Hey"

"Come sit next to me Y/N!"

"I think Y/N wants to sit next to me Chaeyoung."

"Well I think I know him better than you!"

"I'm sure I know him way better than you ever could!"

"Guys guys calm down. Let Y/N sit where he wants."

Dahyun sat down on the sofa and they all looked at you to see who you would sit next to.

You sat next to Dahyun.

Both Chaeyoung and Tzuyu looked disappointed. Dahyun tried to lighten to mood.

"Let's play Mario Kart! But with a twist." Dahyun said.

"What's that?" Tzuyu asked.

"The winner gets to pick a punishment for the losers!"

"That sounds fun, any obligations?"

Neither you or Chaeyoung had issues with it.

"Not like I'll lose."

"Tzuyu I could beat you even if I had my controller upside down!"

The game was intense but in the end Chaeyoung won because a blue shell hit Tzuyu letting her get first place on the fourth race.

"I won!"

"You got lucky!"

While Tzuyu got 2nd and Chaeyoung got 1st in the final rankings you and Dahyun got a respective 5th and 6th.

"As the winner I'll choose the punishments. Tzuyu follow me to the kitchen."

You and Dahyun went with Tzuyu to see what Chaeyoung would make her do.

"Eat a spoonful of mayonnaise."

"Gross, I'm not doing that!"

"You agreed to the terms Tzuyu."

Tzuyu groaned as she put mayonnaise on a spoon and swallowed it all quickly. She quickly grabbed a cup of water and drank it all.

"That's so gross!"

Chaeyoung got a good laugh out of Tzuyu's pain.

"Alright now for Dahyun. Hmm.. you're claustrophobic right?"

"Yeah?"

"You and Y/N have to be in a closet for... let's say three minutes."

"Chaeyoung isn't that a bit much?"

"I'll be fine Y/N.My claustrophobia isn't that bad."

Dahyun seemed okay but you were a bit worried for her. Still, you both got in a closet and Chaeyoung yelled "I'll open the door in three minutes."

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments.

"So uhm... I bet you didn't think your afternoon would be spent like this Y/N."

"Can't say I did."

Your bodies were so close to each other the two of you could feel the others breath. This closeness made you realize Dahyun's features her hourglass body, her thighs, her smooth skin. It made your cock throb a bit, but who could blame you? After all you were so close to such a beautiful person.

"Y/N are you poking me?"

You weren't sure what she was talking about until you realized your erected cock was touching Dahyun.

"Ah~ I'm sorry Dahyun!"

Dahyun looked down and realized what was poking her. "It's so big. Can I touch it?"

The request shocked you, Dahyun didn't seem like the type of girl to engage in lewd acts but you weren't about to deny her.

"Go ahead."

She slid your pants and underwear off and took hold of your hard cock. She rubbed her hands on it making your cock as big and hard as it could. "I want this inside me, can you put it in me Y/N?"

You shook your head.

In the confined space Dahyun turned around and slid her pants and panties off. Your erected cock slid in her ass and you made slow pumps in and out.

"Ah~ so good Y/N."

One of your hands reached for her small breasts while the other groped her perfect ass. It squeezed your cock so hard you had difficulties pulling it out.

You kissed her neck making Dahyun let out soft moans. Softly squeezing her breasts you heard her breath hitch as you molded them as you wanted, but you were careful not to hurt her.

The closet door flung open and before Chaeyoung could say that the three minutes were up her jaw dropped when she saw you fucking the school meal club leader. "Dahyun, Y/N, what the fuck!"

Tzuyu entered the room shortly after "Why are you- Y/N?!"

"It's not-"

"I didn't let you eat my pussy just for you to go and fuck Dahyun behind me back!"

"Wait he fucked you to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N fucked me in the pottery room."

Both Chaeyoung and Tzuyu looked at you upset. You and Dahyun stayed silent as both looked at the pair argue.

"I think there's only one way to make it right. You thinking what I'm thinking Chaeyoung?"

"I am... come on Y/N we're having a foursome!"

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I thought my days of writing multiple people were behind me. Yet they pull me back in.

Starring: You Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu (Twice)

#twice #twice smut #dahyun smut #chaeyoung smut #tzuyu smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #twice x reader #female idol smut #twice imagines #school meal club

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mimiruuna · 5 months ago

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Girrrrl pls write more mouth washing headcannons like you just did 🙏🙏 truly you are a good writer and I enjoy your posts (I saw your intro and happy belated birthday!!)

thank you so much anonny!! so sweet :) i honestly love you for this request bc that means i can ramble on and on and be super unserious 👅 i'll section this off into two, nsfw and sfw!! (adding the read more link bc this is long!)

(reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns)

୨⎯ sfw ⎯ ୧

anya ۶ৎ

strikes me heavily as the "stay at home and rot" typa gal

and she's so real for that!!!

dates w her would definitely consist of little picnics, sitting by the lake and having deep talks, stargazing, pottery, library dates, all that good stuff >0<

she's totally slavic

i can't exactly put my finger on it but she gives russian/polish

will def give you nicknames in her one of those! (im not listing any bc im gonna be so embarrassed if i butcher my own language 😭)

if you're good at it, she loves when you braid her hair or do it up in fancy styles, she'll wear it for literally the rest of the day

LOVES seeing you all dressed up

like if you have a job that requires you to dress formally, and you walk out that bathroom with a dress shirt and slacks on??? ur gonna be a little late for work

she makes GREAT pasta dishes

vodka pasta, shrimp/chicken alfredo, mac n cheese, lasagna, gnocchi, YUMM

likes baking as well, but isnt very good

the most impressive thing she's ever made was chocolate chunk cookies that had literal pockets of gooey chocolate

can you tell im hungry

she's toned asl

loves the gym!

i feel like she dresses modestly for the most part in public but at home she'll wear crop tops and teeny shorts

definitely the type of person to give great advice but never use it

likes your voice, will say whatever to get you to talk (even better if you're someone who just talks and talks and talks) (me)

very comforting to talk to

WOULD NEVER JUDGE YOU OMG

you almost ran someone over? we've all been there!!

you actually ran someone over? why were they jaywalking??!

they died on the spot? ...get the boat.

i feel like she displays all of the love languages

but her main one would be words of affection i think

calls you love, dear, darling, all that sappy mush

wife!!!!!

curly ۶ৎ

ever since i've read what the devs said abt him liking snow sports i genuinely cannot stop imagining this guy skiing or snowboarding w you LMAO

but besides his love for that, he likes summery sports as well!!

like surfing, volleyball, badminton, tennis, golf, etc

dont take this in a weird way but i rlly just see him as the sugar daddy type

like yes he's your significant other BUT he's a good-looking man who looks a bit older, so if you look a lot younger than him then yeah ppl are gonna raise an eyebrow

but they have the right to bc every time you two go out he buys you something expensiveee

showers you in jewelery

he loves the beach!! (same)

definitely the type to massage sunscreen on you EWWWW (im kicking my feet)

he likes to give you massages in general, those strong ass hands be at WORK!!!!

my friend said he looks german and i can't get it out my mind, pls gimme opinions bc i totally agree 😭

sosososo nice and friendly and caring

loves taking you out on cruises, swanky resorts, michelin-star restaurants, the works

and if you like to workout he takes you on gym dates

my favourite

sometimes when he doesn't feel like going he'll just use you as a weight lol

likes randomly lifting you up

loves to listen to you ramble while he's cooking

good at cooking!!

calls you darling, princess, baby, beautiful

gentleman!!!

daisuke ۶ৎ

dream gen z bf

has a skincare routine he does with you every night

and if you arent there with him in person he'll facetime/video call you so he can "make sure you're doing all the right steps"

(he just wants to admire your LETHAL face card)

pothead >0<

this man takes you on dates GALORE

the arcade, thrifting, the mall, walmart (if they in walmart together they fucking RAW /ref), go karts, amusement parks, the beach, more i can't think of

likes when you do his makeup/give him a full glam makeover, it's so fun to him

lots of piercings

you HAVE to have a good relationship with his parents (saw this somewhere on ao3!)

has HUNDREDS of pictures of you in his gallery

has pics of you sleeping, cooking, walking, eating, watching tv, doing work, drinking, just existing

the type of mf to take like a thousand pictures of himself if you leave your phone around him

his love language is 100% physical touch and sending sappy ass tiktoks/instagram reels/everything else

LIVES ON SOCIAL MEDIA

he totally has like a fashion acct and it's just him trying on clothes and giving reviews

he has an impressive following!!

omg speaking of fashion, THIS MAN.

he's not like wisdom kaye level (one of his biggest inspos) but he can DRESSS

he'd totally judge you for wearing like socks and sandals or something utterly unacceptable

"girl. take those ripped skinny jeans OFF."

kinda like swansea is, i can see him being a sneakerhead (no i am not projecting)

calls you babe, dude, pretty girl if he's feeling freaky

jimmy ۶ৎ

he's such a pos i need him so fucking bad

he tries to clean up for you

shaves more, wears cheap cologne, tries to keep his home as clean as possible (which...isn't very clean)

is EXTREMELY dependent on you, esp if you're well off

loves getting high with you

off of VARIOUS substances 😭

mostly powder or acid but you two will shoot up from time to time

you've bailed him out of jail several times

committing crime dates!!! like

oh and yk eating out (at mcdonalds off the dollar menu), road trips (in his rusty ass truck), facetime/videocalls (his phone is so fucked up, his internet is horrible, and his camera quality is disgusting) whatever

hes so pathetic but he loves you so so so much

even if he doesn't display it like a normal person

his love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation

because that's all he can afford

very jealous, the two of you got into an argument once bc he thought you were looking at curly

tries to keep him away from you as much as possible

dont hate me for this but he definitely abuses his partners

psychologically, physical, verbally, sexually

but i dont care we love you jimmy!!

tbh most of the headcanons i have for him are nsfw, hence why this list is so short

im sorry!!!

swansea ۶ৎ

now THIS is a sugar daddy

(he's not technically bc you don't use him for money) (you better not.)

anyway!!!

he absolutely LOVES to take you out on fancy dates

likes travelling!!!

i can see him being a big fan of italy, germany, thailand, the bahamas

(psa: guys once before you die you HAVE to go to the bahamas omg its so freaking lovely and the locals are very very sweet :) )

oh he definitely enjoys a leisurely game of golf

he's such a sweetheart like he'll make you breakfast in bed and cook you a romantic candle-lit dinner and give you back massages and urghh

gives THE most insightful advice

actually super smart, will help you with any college work you have

his strong suits are math and science!

very good at cooking, devs themselves said he makes a mean paella!

i can see him being rlly good at cooking cultural food

like dont let this man make butter chicken or pad thai 👅 it will be GONE.

he admires you very often! you're so beautiful!! yes you!!!

he really likes it when you cuddle him

like aww imagine he's just watching something on his macbook and then here you come curling up next to him

AWWW I LOVE HIM

he's not super affectionate himself but if he notices it makes you happy then he'll try to show you that he loves you more physically

his love language is gift giving/quality time

having long talks with you is a must, especially when you are tuckered and all snuggled in your bed, and the tv's on but you aren't paying attention to the plotless show because you're too focused on listening to each others life stories, revealing little bits of lessons you've learned and why the way you are

ily swansea

୨⎯ nsfw ⎯ ୧

anya ۶ৎ

very gentle

unless she's like super into it then she'll start gripping your thighs or tonguing you down more intensely

she def watches porn when you aren't around and imagines the actors are you and her

but only the amateur lesbian type. that produced shit makes her cringe and uncomfortable

lots of toys!!1!=1

has the softest cutest moans

isn't particularly loud in bed, the loudest you'll get from her is a long, shaky whimper

loves giving head!!!

she literally has a fucking waterpark like she gets SO wet

not the easiest to turn on, which is why sex is uber intimate and precious to and with her

she's very sensitive and he orgasms are intense

also doesn't have the best stamina, will go literally two rounds before she's knocked tf out

PILLOW TALK

ughh she can't keep her lips off of you

even when you two aren't making love she's always kissing you somewhere

do NOT let her get a hold of a strap-on.

her stroke game is so freaking good like where does she get the experience??!

she likes your tits, her hands are always on them even in non-sexual situations

no matter their shape and size, she thinks they were sculpted by the gods

she thinks you were sculpted by the gods!!!

if you're super loud in bed then you're in luck bc she can't get enough!! she cant!!

she only initiates if you two are laying down, she'll wrap her arm around you and kiss your jaw

then she'll ask "is this okay?"

HELL YEA

curly ۶ৎ

oh man

he's 100% the type to put you in the most absurd positions

one i think about him doing all the time is like he'll be standing and he'll be drilling into you while you're UPSIDE DOWN

he's such a gentle giant, if you like it rough you'll have to beg him to stop being so nice

makes the hottest noises when you give him head

aughh he'd totally shut his eyes and keep a hand tangled in your hair and curse under his breath and buck his hips

when he initiates, it's always by lovingly running his big hands up and down your waist and pressing tender kisses to your neck while he whispers "i love you" and "so beautiful" in your ear

ooh that'll do it!!

you trying to initiate though? literally just kiss his neck and all of a sudden you're on your back

you call him "grant" when things start to get hot

like imagine moaning "curly"

doesnt watch any porn whatsoever

if he's horny and alone he'll just pleasure himself thinking about you

very very romantic, don't let this man find out it's valentine's day or your birthday or ANY holiday for that matter

like yk those tiktoks where someone is showing off a hotel room that their spouse decorated all romantically for their birthday, and then it cuts to the morning after and everything is all messed up after a few rounds?

YEAH THATS CURLY

for the love of god PLEASE SIT ON HIS FACE

likes risky/public sex

definitely part of the mile high club

loves fucking you in the kitchen

he seems like the type to grope you

but in a 'husbandly' way

like before he leaves for work he'll kiss you and smack your rear

or while you're cooking dinner he'll just squeeze your tits/ass

he loves ur ass!! i see him as an ass man

LMAO ASS MAN

good stamina, can go a FEW rounds

he will ALWAYS let you come first. no exceptions except for when you're sucking him off

he's so fucking good at giving head it's genuinely unbelievable

he likes his nipples played with

guys i NEED you to hear me out on this, he'd eat your ass/he likes anal

BUT LIKE ONLY IF YOU WANTED

but c'monnn don't tell me he wouldn't spit on it and get it real wet before slipping it in

daisuke ۶ৎ

THE freak of mouthwashing

canonically he's always horny lol

other ppl say he'd be a virgin but i cant see it 😭 he been to all those parties and he looks that good, are you sure he didn't get him some?!

watched a shit ton of porn before you two got together

and lemme tell you

HE DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE

big ass, petite, goth, ebony, asian, latina, blonde, brunette, bbw, interracial, WHATEVER.

enough of that

he's soooo noisy and sensitive like it doesn't make ANY sense

ESPECIALLY from head like he'll be gripping the bed/couch and moaning like a girl into the air and his thighs will be twitching and-

loves to edge himself

like if you're sucking him off and he's close, he'll tug your head off of him and take a breather before letting you do your thing again

LOVES recording you

literally i can see him downloading snapchat for the sole purpose of the 'my eyes only' feature

he's absolutely down for anything you wanna do

he would let you peg him tbh

gives super sloppy head

like it's not bad but he's just so eager and excited to please you that he gets kinda carried away

his tongue piercing feels so good

he noticed how much you loved it so he bought a vibrating one

literally wants sex like everyday and his stamina is insane

GENUINELY he can go all night

worships tf outta you

he is so obsessed w you and loves you so much like pls ride his face

dry humping is a lost art and he is bringing it BACK

he's like a fucking dog he's so noisy and messy and sloppy and horny and ugh

i love him so much he's literally me

jimmy ۶ৎ

extremely rough

like hardcore shit

he will actually choke you until you pass out and then fuck your unconscious body

same with whenever you go down on him, he hold you there until he feels your body go limp and then fuck your face

he loves getting head so fucking much

he has lots of...philias

i REFUSE to name any of them pls

intense groper

complete disregards the idea of consent

he's gonna take what he wants, whenever he wants it

and im okay w that!! 😻

wakes you up with head every morning

has a super high sex drive

the littlest, stupidest things turn him on

you spilled water on yourself? he's hard. you burnt your hand from super hot tap water and yelped? he's hard. he sees you cry? he's hard.

his stroke game is actually insane

if his goal was to make you finish (it's typically not) he'd succeed in a very short amount of time

he likes anal and he doesn't care if you like it either

ugh he doesn't even lube you up correctly

he just spits on it and goes on

he loves when you mark him up

leaves insane hickeys like that mf will look like you got SOCKED

he totally bites...just look at him

has sickkkk fantasies and expects you to mold yourself to all of them

likes torturing you for no reason whatsoever

he has a bunch of whips and paddles

something i always imagine him doing is coming home from a long day of work, pulling down his pants the minute that he sees you, and just going at it

swansea ۶ৎ

he would spank you

just to get that out the way

like if you're pissing him off he'll tell you to bend over his lap and he'll strike your ass until it's flushed red and tears are streaming down your face

but it's okay because then he'll kiss you all over and fuck you oh so nicely after

he's kind of but not really the brat tamer type

ehhh

as i said before: pussy slapping, face slapping, clit pinching GALORE >0<

kinda mean

like a mixture of praise and degradation

he likes when you spread your legs wide for him

sex drive is not high whatsoever

i mean he's like 50

neither is his stamina 😣 but he gives it to you super good

he usually just lets you ride his thigh or has a snack between your legs

he's so good at fingering

like imagine just sitting on his lap writhing around while two thick fingers are plunging into you and two more are rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit

loves kissing you during the act, he knows it makes you feel good

loveeess seeing you squirt/cream

he loves your moans as well, they're so cute to him and they're letting him know that he's doing a good job pleasuring his baby

he honestly believes that his job as your partner is to please you as much as possible

and he does that

girthy as FUCK

doesn't make a lot of noise

but when he's close he'll grunt quite a bit

another position i imagine he likes is one where you're lying on your side and your leg is in the air, and he has a grip on it while he fucks the shit outta you ahhh

after the deed you two will lay down and simply make out while his hands roam your body

that's how it starts sometimes too!!!

#mouthwashing #anya x reader #curly x reader #daisuke x reader #jimmy x reader #swansea x reader #anya smut #curly smut #daisuke smut #jimmy smut #swansea smut #i love exclamation points!!!#goingdownondaisuke ۶ৎ

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thechaoticcherub · 5 months ago

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Eight Ball Corner Pocket

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Reader goes on a really bad date, Joel steps in to help make her forget it.

Warnings: 18+ Please, large age gap, mentions of reader being plus size/fat, otherwise reader is not really described, reader is self conscious, fatphobia(not by Joel at all), internalized fatphobia, Reader is just really trying to learn to love herself, negative self talk, drinking, random boy is a fuckin' meany, eight ball, reader is excellent at pool, semi traumatic past(barely mentioned), oral sex(female receiving), pet names(SO MANY), vaginal sex, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, pussy pronouns

Notes: My bff edited this for me and I went over it a little but its not perfect. I also worked for SO long on this. I cried a little while writing it because it healed some shit in me. I hope it helps my other plus size/fat readers. Joel would think you are sexy af.

Word Count: 7.7 K

Going to the Tipsy Bison with this guy you had known for years was supposed to be a date. Your friends had made it feel like a big deal that he had finally asked you out. You wore a dress. Futzed with your hair until it was just right and actually got kind of excited. This guy, Daniel, was someone you had known since you were young and new to Jackson, essentially grown up with him and he wasn’t exactly your type, or all that interesting but everyone made it seem like it was bound to happen, like you were destined to date and he finally asked you. So you wore the dress. Did the whole thing with the hair and walked to the Tipsy Bison with him.

Things were fine, albeit a little boring while you had drinks and talked. You felt a little self conscious both of the fact that everyone around you seemed aware that it was a date and that he kept looking at your body. It didn’t even seem appreciative, it seemed like he was appraising you. The way your arm jiggled as you lifted your glass, how round your cheeks were when you smiled, the curve of your tummy he could notice through your dress. You felt like you were meat on display and the buyer wasn’t that interested.

Things got slightly better when you asked if he wanted to play pool and so you two went to the open pool table and set up to play standard 8-ball.

You broke and the balls went scattering, the solid 2 went into a pocket and then to your delight so did the 3. Daniel wasn’t so lucky. You kicked his ass the first game. It took almost no time and it was fun, you found yourself flirting a little more, making sure you leaned over just right as you were lining up a shot so he could catch a glimpse of your cleavage. Or so your ample ass stuck out in a way that you thought would be appealing. Daniel joked about being not so good at pool but you could tell he was getting frustrated by the time you got the 8 ball into one of the center pockets.

Halfway through the second game, you had some onlookers. Some of the older Jackson residents that spent a lot more time at the Tipsy Bison than you watched and cheered you on as you cleaned the floor with your date.

It was when you leaned low over the table, lining up a tricky shot, trying to get your 5 ball into the far corner pocket by glancing it off of the edge of the table when you noticed Joel Miller was watching from his typical spot at the bar.

Joel was notoriously grouchy, typically drinking at the bar with his brother Tommy, and incredibly attractive. Everyone knew he rarely spent any of his freetime with women, and the lucky few he had taken back to his place were always cryptic about it when asked. He was also a good chunk older than you, at least old enough to be your father, and none of the women he had been seen with were more than 10 years his junior. But here he was, sitting next to Tommy, looking right at you. Tommy was watching too, but there was something about Joel that made you almost miss your shot. Almost. The 5 ball skittered for a moment but then bounced off the side right by the pocket and dropped in. You grinned and hopped to a standing position, your hair and breasts both bouncing, your breasts bouncing in the dress you were wearing and giggled.

“Damn!” Tommy commented with a laugh, looking over at Joel, catching him staring at you and punching his flannel clad arm, “She’s good.” There was a smattering of some of the others making similar comments but Joel remained quiet.

You proudly turned to Daniel who let out a long, low whistle,

“Shit,” He said. “If you were more my type I’d be taking you home with me,” Daniel laughed, looking at you standing proudly holding your pool cue. Your heart sank, dropping into your stomach. It was such an odd thing to say on a date that you were momentarily taken aback.

“What do you mean, ‘if I was more your type’?” You questioned, putting a hand on your hip. Daniel looked a little sheepish but then he shrugged and half-heartedly gestured to your body,

“I mean…just…” Daniel shrugged again and something inside you shriveled. All the confidence you had gained from kicking his ass at pool, the way you had looked at yourself in the mirror pleased with how the dress sat against your round belly and accentuated your chubby thighs vanished in an instant and you were suddenly a teenager being picked on for having bigger boobs than the rest of the girls your age. It wasn’t even like you had wanted to go home with Daniel, he was scrawny and more importantly, boring but the way he had so blatantly said it, hurt a small part of you that you thought you had hidden away.

“Ah,” You said, turning away from him. Worse than the fact that he was saying this was that you were sure that there were other people that could hear. Worse than that even was you were so taken aback that you couldn’t come up with a reply, you didn’t tell him to fuck off or get lost.

“I mean, besides your body you’re really pretty!” Daniel said and if you had had it in you, you would have punched him in the fucking face but it was taking everything in you to not start crying. You looked at the pool table in front of you and realized you were about to beat him. You only had the eight ball left and you were pretty well set up to knock it into the corner pocket.

“Yeah.” You said. “Good to know. Eight ball, corner pocket.” You pointed to the corner pocket you meant, the pocket that was opposite of the bar. You walked over to the side of the table closest to the bar and leaned over. You set up your pool cue, anger and embarrassment should have clouded your perception, should have made it more difficult but you needed to prove something to him, you wanted to humiliate him the best way you could. So when you took the shot there was a loud, satisfying crack of cue ball smacking into 8 ball and then the even more satisfying thwunk of the 8 ball falling into the pocket.

You dropped your pool cue onto the table with a clatter and turned your back to Daniel, wanting to just go to the bar and forget him.

“Rematch?” Daniel asked, sounding oblivious to your hurt and irritation. You were about to whip around and tell him off when a low, husky voice spoke up from the bar.

“I think you’ve been embarrassed enough, son.” Joel had stood up from his bar stool and gone over to Daniel. “I wanna play the winner,” Joel insisted as he sidled up to Daniel. Daniel looked almost like he wanted to argue but Joel put his hand on the pool cue he was still clutching and gave it a tug. You looked from Daniel to Joel and then refused to let your eyes move back to the boy you had let speak to you so horribly. You didn’t want to give him another ounce of attention, especially when Joel Miller wanted to play you in pool.

“W-well we’re kinda out together-” Daniel stuttered. Joel eased the pool cue all the way out of his grip and turned to the table, not sparing him another glance,

“Nah, you’re not.” Joel said, reaching into one of the pockets to take out some of the balls. “Wanna play someone who’ll actually give ya a run for your money, sweetheart?” Joel asked you as you watched him move. You pursed your lips, trying to conceal a little smile at the pet name. You tilted your head to the side as if you were considering it, you knew you’d rather get beat at pool by Joel Miller than kick Daniel’s ass any day. Plus, you were on a roll, maybe you could beat him and while Joel was gruff and attractive, and quiet, and really attractive and stern and holy fucking shit hot. He was also safe. Safely unavailable. Older than you.

“Sure,” You said finally with a shrug, reaching out and picking up your pool cue again.

“Atta girl,” He said, nodding and grabbing the triangle to start putting balls in. You passed him the balls and he got it set up properly while you watched and paid exactly zero attention to Daniel who might have been slinking away from the pool table anyway.

“You wanna break?” Joel huffed looking up from where he had set up the triangle.

“I’ll break if you really think you can beat me,” You teased, trying to fake that confidence you had felt earlier. Joel breathed out a little laugh,

“Go ahead and break, darlin and I’ll try to go easy on you.” And then Joel Miller winked at you, your heart skipped, and you felt the need to beat him drive deeper. You lined up your shot and broke with a sharp snap of balls, they skittered all over the table, the 10 ball dropped into a pocket.

“Guess I’m stripes,” You said, taking your next shot and missing the 9 ball by a centimeter. Joel walked over, putting his hand on your waist as he squeezed past you to get to the cue ball. Your cheeks burned and you tugged at the skirt of your dress.

“Maybe it means your luck is out,” Joel leaned over and you tried not to admire the way his jeans tightened over his ass.

“Maybe…but I doubt it,” You said, flouncing around the table to take your next turn as he missed his shot and swore under his breath.

It turned out, Joel was excellent at pool, it was sheer luck that made you able to take a few turns, sinking some balls in the pockets, hoping you at least had a chance at the eight ball.

“I could give you a few pointers, darlin.” Joel said as he sunk his last ball into a side pocket and looked around the table for the eight ball. “If you’re worried about the quality of your game,” He teased, his eyes were alight and there was a smile playing on his lips. You could tell he was competitive, and beating you was stroking his ego. You didn’t mind though, the entire time you had played he had called you pet names and you had playfully trash talked each other. Joel had gotten you a beer and only teased you a little bit when you almost knocked the glass off the edge of the pool table with your pool cue. Now, you were desperately hoping he’d miss this shot so you could sink a couple more balls and then take your own shot at the 8 ball. “8 ball corner pocket,” he pointed to the pocket he meant and glanced at you, smirking.

“Nahh, cause I think you’re about to scratch on the 8 ball.” You told him, holding your pool cue propped up on the ground between your knees.

“You wish, puddin’…you…” he lined up his shot, leaning over, “wish,” he finished as he shot. The 8 ball, followed immediately by the cue ball, sank into the pocket with a thwuthwunk. You burst out laughing and raised your fists in triumph.

“You lose, old man!” You squealed excitedly. Joel was staring at the pocket that had lost him the game, shocked that what you had predicted actually happened. “I win!” You did a little dance, jiggling your hips. Joel’s eyes twinkled as he watched you but he was forcing a frown, making himself look disappointed.

“You win by default not ‘cause you actually beat me, sugar.” He pointed his pool cue at you and you giggled.

“A win is a win!” You said. Your round cheeks were glowing with warmth and you couldn’t believe your luck, both in the game and in the fact that Joel Miller had single handedly saved your evening. Joel was downing the end of his beer and you glanced around the bar for any sign of Daniel, he was gone and you weren’t disappointed but you were a little irritated. “Looks like I drove my date off,”

Joel cast his eyes around the bar too and then shrugged. “You’re better off,” He said, setting his beer glass down on the bar. “C’mon, let me walk ya home.” He grabbed his coat from where he had thrown it over the end of the bar and pulled it on.

“Oh…don’t worry about it, Joel, I’m fine.” You said, looking towards the door, you didn’t want to put him out, he had already been so nice to you. You licked your lower lip and then sucked it into your mouth, “Thanks for playing me though, you kind of rescued me.” You told him. Joel chuckled, “Uh-uh, Puddin’. I ain’t lettin you walk home alone,” he said. He gestured towards the door and you led the way out into the cool evening air. You were just in your dress and cardigan and you shivered as soon as the wind blew across your chest and ruffled the hem of your dress.

“You ain’t got a jacket?” Joel asked, looking down at you. You shrugged,

“It was warmer earlier,” You mumbled. Before you could stop him Joel shrugged out of his jacket and put it over your shoulders. “Joel-I can’t take your coat-”

“Quit arguein’ with me,” His voice was gruff and commanding, “I ain’t going to put up with it much longer,” He was teasing you but you knew better than to try to fend off his kindness. You walked across mainstreet and tried not to feel self conscious about the way his jacket wasn’t as big on you as it might have been on another girl. Ever since Daniel’s comments you hadn’t been able to shake the stupid self conscious internal monologue.

“How’d you learn how to play pool?” Joel asked as you walked.

“My dad spent a lot of time in the Tipsy Bison when I was younger and being there was the best way to spend time with him so…I kinda taught myself pool to keep myself entertained,” You explained. Joel knew your dad had been a drunk. In Jackson, everyone knew everything about everyone else and you didn’t want to get into it anymore than that. In the quiet that followed, Joel’s arm snaked around your waist, his hand pressing into his own jacket against your side. You felt yourself tense up, wondering why he was doing this. Why would he want to hold you close like this?

Your heart had momentarily fluttered when he touched you but then it sunk again. He must have seen you staring at him and then heard the way Daniel spoke to you, and being such a good guy, he wanted to boost your confidence by offering a little physical touch. You took a step away from him and looked up at him,

“You don’t have to do this,” You said. You stopped walking, pushing his hand back as his grip tried to follow you. Joel looked at you, confused, his brow furrowed.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Walk me home to try and make me feel better about my date ditching, give me your coat, touch me just to make me feel like I’m not…not disgusting or something,” You said, shifting your weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. Joel’s face twisted a little and you waited for him to agree to stop, to leave you standing in the middle of the street but he didn’t move away. In fact he reached out and put a steady hand on your waist again, but this time between his jacket and your dress.

“Beg your pardon, sweetheart, but, what the fuck?” He laughed out the words and you felt anger spike through you. You shoved his large hand back, away from you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear what Daniel said to me back there! Don’t pretend that you’re touching me because you actually want to. I get it that you feel bad for me that no…no boy would want me.” Your lower lip trembled and you bit it fiercely, not wanting him to notice you were near tears. Joel’s eyes were blazing and his jaw was clenched, he was angry and you were sure it was because you had called him on his bullshit.

“That nasty little boy who you had the misfortune of goin’ on a date with ain’t got nothin’ to do with me wantin’ to touch you,” Joel growled. You turned to face him now. It was your turn to look confused. Something stuck in your throat and you couldn’t reply to him even though you found yourself wanting to argue with him. “If he didn’t wanna take ya home, it’s ‘cause he’s a stupid little boy who aint got any idea what to do.” Your eyes searched his face, looking for a sign of dishonesty.

“But-” You managed to blurt out, your voice trembling as much as your lip was.

“The whole reason I haven’t dragged you back to my place already is because I’m too old and worn out for someone so pretty and full of life.” He looked almost sad as he said it, large hands splayed as he explained. You couldn’t believe it. Joel had to know how wanted he was by an almost endless amount of women in Jackson. What kind of sick joke was this? Was he trying to make you throw yourself at him just so he could reject you? You tried to find the lie in the creases on his face but he was steady and everything about him screamed honesty but none of that lined up with your own idea of yourself.

“But you’re so hot, Joel.” You breathed, “Why would you want me?” You asked, still trying to discover the lie, or uncover his joke. Joel’s eyes darkened again as he looked at you like you were completely insane, “Quit it,” He said, “Don’t you think for a single second that you’re the one reachin’ here, i’m old enough to be your daddy and you’re…look at you.” You could see barely controlled lust in his eyes as they roamed over your body and the way he did it didn’t make you feel like he was appraising you to see if you were worth it. He was appreciating you. Appreciating the way your breasts stretched the fabric of your dress and the way you could see the curve of your belly, the way your thighs pressed together. You stared at him, trying to take in the truth of his statement, trying to remember how pretty you had found yourself that morning before you had been reminded of all the insecurities of your teenage years.

“Aw, fuck it,” Joel breathed. His big hands found your waist on one side and your neck on the other, dragging you into him. He had to lean over a little to press his lips into yours but he did it in one swift motion, holding you to him. The hand at your waist was tucked into his jacket again, squeezing the flesh of your side. His lips were a little chilled from the night air and they tasted so good, like beer and a heady, warm taste. His skin and beard were rough against your lips and cheeks as he kissed you. You started to forget your worry as he held you into him.

“Been wantin’ to do that ever since I watched you kick that idiot’s ass at pool,” Joel mumbled as he broke away from you. Your eyes were glassy as you looked up at him, he was so close you could see all the crinkles around his eyes.

“Do it again then,” You challenged, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. Joel didn’t need telling twice, he caught your bottom lip between his and sucked it into his mouth, nibbling as the hand at your neck moved up to cup your face.

“You shouldn’t come home with me, I’m too old for you, puddin’” he breathed into your mouth, laying another lingering kiss against your lips and breaking away to speak into the skin of your cheek, “But I want you to,” he said. There wasn’t an ounce of you that doubted him now, and his hand on your waist was greedily running over the dips and rolls you usually hated. His other hand had dropped to your hip, holding you steady.

“I want to,” You said to him through a smile.

“You shouldn’t,” he responded, “You should be a good girl and go home,”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” You giggled, leaning your body into him, he supported your weight with his broad chest and as you spoke his hand at your waist caught your flesh tight in his grip while the hand at your hip dipped lower, grabbing the seat of your ass and pulling you flush against him.

“You’re goin’ to regret that, puddin’,” Joel muttered, looking down into your eyes. You smiled at him and watched as the way he looked down at you turned from sweet and almost loving, into something like a predator stalking prey. In a swift motion he pulled back from you and bent slightly, lifting you at the waist and hauling you over his shoulder.

“Joel! You cant-you’re going to hurt yourself,” You nearly shrieked, mortified at how hard it must have been to lift you. Joel let out a grunt and then a snort of laughter,

“Yeah right, darlin.” He said, he didn’t even sound strained and you felt yourself melt a little. That was until he reached up and smacked your ass, hard. “You wanna come home with me? Lets get you home then,” he turned and started the other direction up the street. You dangled over his shoulder, his jacket practically hanging off of your arms and his arm wrapped around your thighs was the only thing that kept your dress from falling above your head.

Joel walked all the way to his house with you over his shoulder, and even managed to get the front door open and you over the threshold before he bent to set you onto your feet. You had barely recovered from hanging over his back when his hands were on you again, pressing you back against the wall of his entryway. He kissed your lips but only briefly before he started to work his lips down your cheek, your chin, your jaw. You could feel the strength of his hands as he tightened them against your hips, keeping you pressed into the wall. His lips and stubble pressed into you. kissing prickly heat into your neck. The heat from his lips burned down your throat and into your stomach, melting you. Joel’s fingers found the sleeves of your dress and started to take them down.

“God, I gotta see all of your pretty body, darlin’” he said into your neck. With a tug the dress pulled down. You had worn your favorite bra, a simple unlined cream colored one. There wasn’t much for sexy lingerie in Jackson but this one was relatively new, clean and had scalloped edges. Joel’s pulled back to let his eyes wander down your chest, “As pretty as this is,” he started, his finger tracing the edge of your bra along the curve of your ample breast. “Its comin’ off,” he finished before reaching around and unhooking it with deft, skilled fingers. He tugged it off of your arms and exposed your jiggling, heavy breasts.

“Fuck, puddin’, look at these.” Joel’s cupped your tits, palms pressing into your hardening nipples. His fingers dug in, dimpling the soft skin of your breasts. You sighed at the feeling of him touching you, his pointer fingers slipped down and stroked around your nipples. The skin puckered even more and you pressed your chest forward, letting out a shy sigh. “That’s a good girl,” he breathed. He replaced his finger on one of your nipples with his mouth, kissing your areola and letting his tongue flutter around the pebbled tip of your nipple. His hands dropped to the hem of your dress and he started to ruck it up your body. You let out a little whine, putting your hand over his to make him pause,

“You…you don’t have to take that off,” You mumbled, as if giving him permission to keep you partially covered. You didn’t think he’d want to see your whole body. You felt like it might ruin his excitement if he saw your round belly and the way it moved and wiggled as you adjusted or breathed heavily.

Joel stared at you like you were completely insane, “Oh babygirl, it’s comin’ off unless you tell me otherwise in three…” He tugged it up farther, the dress sliding up past your thighs to where your sex was covered by your simple underwear. “Two…” He continued to gather it in his fists, revealing the curve of your belly. You couldn’t find words to stop him. You were shy about your naked body but Joel made you feel like he wanted to see you so you let him. “One,” The hem of the dress met the spot where he had tugged the bodice down to reveal your breasts and Joel gathered the whole thing in one loop of fabric around your body and tugged it up and off of your heads o you were bare except for your underwear in front of him. You immediately crossed your arms in front of your belly, instinctively wanting to hide it from him, even though you had let him strip you while you were standing in his entryway.

Joel leaned in towards your, his lips hovering above yours as he looked down at you; one of his hands trailed down your arm and collected first your right wrist and then your left one in his big hand. In a fluid motion you weren’t expecting he lifted your wrists above your head and pressed them into the wall.

“Don’t do that to me, puddin’, don’t hide yourself from me.” He breathed, you felt the warmth of his breath wash over your lips and you craved his mouth on yours again. You were leaning into him, trying to get to his lips but he didn’t indulge you; he pulled back enough so that he could look down your body, his hand still holding both your wrists above your head. You swallowed as his gaze lit on every inch of your body that you were most ashamed of, but instead of making you feel judged or uncomfortable, it only drove your lust deeper. The way Joel looked at you was with such appreciation, and a feral need. Joel growled as he looked you over, pressing your hands harder against the wall, keeping you there as he pressed his clothed body against your naked one. You wanted to get him undressed, you wanted to touch him and look at him the way he was looking at you but there was also something so vulgar and sexy about being naked while he stood in front of you completely clothed, appreciating your nudity.

“Are you goin’ to be good and keep your hands away from your body? I don’t want ya coverin’ up again,” He said, the tip of his nose ran along the side of your nose, his lips just out of reach from yours. You nodded,

“Yes.” your voice was weak and strained with need.

“That’s my good, pretty girl.” Joel’s lips twitched towards a smile while he spoke to you. Your body reacted to the words in a way that surprised you, you shivered, your nipples hardening even more, there was a rushing feeling in your lower tummy, slipping into your cunt. Joel removed his hand from your wrists, your hands dropped but you didn’t try to cover yourself again; instead you reached out and took his waist, pulling him close to you. Your brow furrowed in need as you looked up into his eyes. Joel stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers, “Can you keep being a good girl even if I get ya completely naked, puddin’?” He asked, his brown eyes focused on yours. You swallowed, trying to drown your own anxieties and fears because being naked for him sounded so good. You nodded.

“I wanna hear you say you’ll be good for me,” He chastised, his eyes sparkling, teasing.. Waxy warmth continued to pool in your tummy and drip lower, making you feel like your pussy was melting into your underwear.

“I can be good,” You let the words fall out before you could think twice about them.

“Atta girl,” and with that he eased down onto his knees, letting out a short groan as his knees creaked. You hadn’t been expecting him to be level with your pussy so quickly and you gasped as his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and ripped them down without any level of ceremony. You resisted the urge to cover yourself, you felt so sure he would be disgusted by your pussy you didn’t want to give him the chance to see it but you reminded yourself that he really, actually thought you were beautiful. He had not been lying. He hadn’t been joking and if Joel Miller thought you were beautiful, it was clearly true. You kept your hands way from him as you felt his gaze move to your pussy,.

“Lord help me, I’m fuckin’ lucky. She’s so fuckin’ pretty.” Joel’s words sounded like a prayer, half under his breath, half through a growl in his chest. You watched as his eyes examined you, his hands running up and down your trembling thighs, trying to sooth you. You felt tense until his eyes moved from your pussy in front of him, up into your eyes. You melted a little when you recognized the intense need behind his eyes.

“Spread your legs, I need to see her more…fuck i need to taste her, darlin’” He informed you. You felt your cunt clench at the words. No one had ever eaten you out before and the thought of it sent shivers down your spine. You worried internally that he would find it disgusting but he was on his knees in front of you, saying he wanted to so you took him at his word and stepped your feet apart more, looking down at him. His eyes fell again to your pussy, and his fingers crawled up your thighs until he was at the apex of your thighs. His hand cupped your whole plush pussy in his hand, his thumb running up and down your slick slit. Joel let out a purr of approval as he felt your wetness.

“There’s my girl,” He whispered, his voice sounded horse and you felt the wetness between your legs seep out against the ministrations of his thumb. “You’re drippin’, honey,” He told you, eyes flicking back up to your face. You let out a whine, embarrassed by how needy you were. You reached up and covered your face with your hand,

“Joel, it’s…it’s embarrassing,” You whined, your words sounded like they were stuck in your throat.

“I know, sugar, but it’s so pretty. Aint nothin’ to be embarrassed about,” He pulled his hand away, as his thumb disconnected with your slit you watched in vague humiliation as a string of your wetness connected his thumb to your pussy lips. When it broke, Joel brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked the bit of your juices off of it.

He let out a low moan in his chest, it bubbled up and seemed to overtake him. He grabbed one of your thighs and lifted it so you had to lean back against the wall to maintain your balance. Joel’s hand fixed under your knee and hooked your leg over his shoulder. You felt your pussy open more for him, your lips parting as Joel’s eyes roamed over you,

“There she is…” he breathed, the fingers of his other hand found your waiting pussy lips and stroked up and down. You squeaked out your pleasure as the pads of his fingers grazed along your wetness and brushed your clit. Before you had recovered from that,Joel leaned forward and licked a stripe up your pussy. You gasped and tensed so much that you stood up on the tiptoes of your foot that was planted on the ground.

“Oh my god! Joel!” You gasped and he tilted his head back to look up at you,

“Aint you ever had someone lick this pretty pussy?” He asked. You mutely shook your head and his eyes softened and then he let out a chuckle, “Oh honey,” he said. “Let’s take her apart, yeah?” You nodded and his mouth moved back to your pussy, lapping at your wetness.

One hand stayed on the underside of the leg wrapped around his shoulder, keeping you open for him and his other hand roamed up your thigh, to your belly. His tongue lavished first along each inner lip, teasing up towards your clit but never touching it, then down towards the source of your wetness. Your cunt clenched each time his tongue neared your entrance. The hand on your tummy pressed in, squeezing the flesh there, dimpling your skin and pressing you back. The acknowledgment of the chubbiness of your belly would have usually made you self conscious but the way his thumb rubbed along your skin and the way he squeezed it so possessively made your pussy gush even more. Your hand fell to the silver curls on his head and you grabbed them, not pulling him in, not pushing him back, just having something to anchor yourself there.

You felt him hum and growl into your pussy, and it sent vibrations skittering through you. Joel’s tongue was an expert at pleasuring you, the second you felt like you needed more, he would lick up to your clit, still barely grazing it. The second you felt like you might be overwhelmed with pleasure, he would back off and plant slow, wet, languid kisses closer to your hole. Nothing had ever felt like this before. Nothing had given you this intense need.

You fisted your fingers into his hair and it only spurred him on, his tongue moved back up to your clit and started to work over it in a tight pattern of circles, sweeping over it, working you up, up, up.

“Come on, puddin’, you gonna come on my face?” he asked into the folds of your soaked pussy. You whined, holding his hair tighter. His fingers squeezed on your belly and your thick thigh, “I know you’re close, babygirl, I can feel it.” He said before putting all his attention on your clit again, this time sucking it into his mouth. You felt like you were about to black out when he added small nibbles to the mix. You saw black around your vision as Joel took you over the edge. Your orgasm overtook you very suddenly, dropping you off the cliff and making you throw your head back, smacking it against the wall. It didn’t matter though, nothing hurt, the pleasure coursing through you made you stand up on your toes again, pressing more of your weight onto Joel’s shoulder. But he held you steady, licking your clit through your orgasm. When he finally let you go, you dropped your leg from around his shoulder, you were about to apologize but it was like he could tell because he shut you up with a kiss, his mouth pressed into yours. You could taste yourself on him, heady and warm.

“I need ya, babygirl,” He said into your mouth. “Gotta feel my girl wrapped around my cock,” He mumbled as his hands cupped your cheeks and held you up against him, his lips centimeters from yours. You nodded.

“Yes, Joel, yes I need your cock,” You breathed into him and you felt his lips twitch into a smile. His hands moved to your arms and he grabbed them, turning you around towards the entryway to his living room. Your tummy jiggled a little at the sudden movement and your breasts swayed. You were now very aware of how naked you were and how fully clothed he was. Still holding your upper arms he leaned down behind you to whisper into your ear,

“Be a good girl and help an old man out, go bend over the arm of the couch. Show off that ass,” He spanked your ass once to get you moving and, trembling, you went through the doorway into the living room. The couch arm was high enough that you could easily bend at the waist over it, using it to support yourself. You arched your back, hoping you were providing a sexy view of yourself but you worried so much about the way your hips widened and how if your ass looked too big sticking out like that.

You heard Joel behind you, the jingled of a belt buckle and then the slide of a zipper. He moved behind you and you could feel the heat of him against you, rough denim against your soft skin.

“I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven, baby, look at you!” Joel huffed out as his hands slid over your ample hips and cupped the thickness of your ass. You felt him pull at your asscheek so it spread slightly, showing off your pussy to him. “You’re so soft and pretty for me,” His hand traveled up your back and then back down to your ass, “And that delicious pussy peaking out for me, sayin’ hello.” His fingers slipped lower and stroked over your still soaking lips, pressing at your entrance, teasing it. You let out a moan.

“You…you really think I look pretty like this?” You asked nervously, you couldn’t help it, you were trying to force yourself to believe it. You looked back over your shoulder nervously, still trying to search for the joke.

Joel moved his hand from your pussy and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you back so your head was pulled back and he leaned over your body to speak into your ears

“Yes.” He said. “Do you not believe it? Do you need me to show you how fuckin’ sexy I think you are?” he asked. Joel rutted his hips up against yours, you could feel his hardness against you, the bulge against his boxers, pressing into you. You gasped and nodded. “Alrigh’ darlin’ i’ll show ya,” He let go of your hair with a little push and you instinctively arched your back, showing yourself off to him. Joel’s hands moved to his boxers, tugging his big cock out. It slapped against your ass cheek and you gasped again.

“You feel him, puddin’?” he asked, his hand wrapping around himself and rubbing it along your slit. “Think you can take all of him in that tight little thing?” He asked, he notched the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance of your cunt and you already felt him stretching you a little. Suddenly you weren’t so sure you could but you wanted it, badly. You nodded vigorously and he started to press his cock head into your twitching pussy. You let out a moan and his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back into him. “There’s a good girl, that feel good?” He asked. You couldn’t speak, you felt like you were drunk, he was splitting you open for him, carving out a space for himself in your cunt. You nodded again and his hand came down sharply on your asscheek, “Words, puddin’, lemme hear you ask for more o’him in that…Jesus Christ…tight pussy.” He moaned out through gritted teeth.

“Oh…god, please put more in me, Joel! Fill me up.” You could barely get the words out because you were seeing stars. Joel pressed himself in deeper and deeper until he bottomed out inside of you. You could feel his eyes glued to the place where your bodies connected, watching the way you wrapped so tightly around his cock.

“You’ve got a bit of a filthy mouth,” He laughed. “I wanna hear more of that,” The laugh turned to a growl as he dragged his hips back, the walls of your pussy contracting, trying desperately to keep Joel’s big dick inside of you. Joel rocked himself back into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, hitting a spot inside of you that tingled all throughout your body.

“Fuck!” you moaned, “Joel! Don’t…don’t stop fucking me, please, please, I need your cock in me.” You moaned. Joel gave you exactly what you needed, pumping his cock in and out of you over and over, filling you up, stretching you for him. You could feel another orgasm building and it shocked you, another orgasm so soon and one caused just by his cock inside of you was unheard of for you. Your breathing was ragged as you pressed yourself back into him and he clamped his hands on your hips, guiding you back.

“You want to come again, dont you?” Joel asked.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” You moaned.

“Yeah, I can feel you clenching on me.” His voice was stained, working towards his own release. “First you come on my face and now you wanna come on my dick?” he asked. You nodded again, your heart was hammering and all you wanted was to feel his release inside of you while you came all over his cock but you doubted Joel would be willing to come inside of you, it was too risky. Joel groaned again, his hips thrusting more sloppily into you, you could tell he was close to his own orgasm, he was chasing it desperately. You were so close, your legs were shaking, but then Joel had pulled out of you, his hand pumped over his cock twice and you felt ropes of his hot spend fall against your back and down your ass cheeks. Your pussy clenched on nothing, desperate for more. “Oh good girl, good fuckin’ girl,” He moaned, watching his own come spread across your back and ass.

Joel didn’t forget that you had been practically begging for it, even as he came down from his own release he wrapped his arm around you, reaching between your legs and finding your clit, starting to stroke it with deftness that bordered on expertise.

“I wanna watch you come, puddin’,” His voice seemed to float to youfrom far away. You let out a weak moan and arched your back, his fingers worked tight circles around your clit while the fingers of his other hand replaced his cock in your pussy, two thick fingers working you open.

“You gotta tell me when you’re going to come,” He breathed. Joel watched as his fingers fucked into you and you pressed yourself back. You could feel his come slipping down between your asscheeks and you longed for it inside of you. The fingers at your clit brushed over it again and again, sending you into a dizzying frenzy, incoherent moaning and babbling slipped from your lips. This orgasm came over you in a a steady sort of pulse that worked from you clit as he toyed with it into your cunt as he curled his fingers up, stroking the walls of your pussy.

“I’m…I’m coming!” you gasped out and Joel tugged his fingers out of your pussy. You gasped at the loss but his fingers on your clit still teased you through it, “Fuck, Joel!” You moaned, clenching on nothing, feeling his eyes on your pussy, eating up the look of your empty cunt begging for more.

“Oh christ, darlin’ your pulsing for it.” He breathed and his words spurred your orgasm further, making you gasp and collapse forward against the couch. Joel’s hand slowly eased away from you and rubbed up your spine, catching his breath. You were wrecked and you could feel his come still trickling down your back, your orgasm had been so good but you found yourself still desperate to be full of his cock again already. Probably because he hadn’t even finger fucked you through your orgasm. There was the quiet sound of movement behind you and then footsteps. You didn’t want to get up because of the mess all down your back but before you had time to do anything, Joel came back and used a towel to wipe down your back and your ass. Joel reached down and helped you stand up, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled your ample body against his, smushing you against him.

“Let’s get you to the bed before you start begging for my cock again,” He smirked and you giggled and hid your face in his shoulder,

“I can’t believe you actually-“

“Nuh-uh…none of that. Get your sweet ass to bed,” He said into your ear, his hands gliding over your curvy hips and down to your ass. “I stared at your ass the whole time you played eight ball with that idiot,” He said. “And I finally got to feel it.” You pulled back to look up at him, eyes shining. He squeezed your plump ass, “I do think you owe me a rematch in pool though,” Joel said with a smirk.

“Okay but only if you also let me come on your cock next time,” You said even though your face heated up and you had to look away in embarrassment. Joel took your chin and forced you to look back at him,

“If you beat me, you can come on my cock. If you don’t…well, we’ll see.” His eyes sparkled and your heart squeezed.

“Deal.”

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Hello sweetheart 😘 I really really adore your writing so much ! So, I dare to send in an idea as well 🥰 maybe you're dating Harvey but he barely had time for you lately, so one time he wants to surprise you with dinner at his apartment and you enjoy your time together. Then you both end your evening with lovely passionate smut and lots of cuddles afterwards. In the morning he wakes up before you and takes time in admiring you, realizing how happy he is to have you ? Hope that's not too cheesy ❤️ thank you so much in advance!

{Warm} Reader x Harvey Specter

This has been sitting in my inbox for god knows how long. I thank you for your patience my dear. I love this idea so much, and this song Warm by SG Lewis is just perfect. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. P.S. nothing is EVER too cheesy for me to write <3

Word Count: 3,998

Warnings: Just some good ole fluff and smut, some very soft dom!Harvey.

Tagging: @rosedpetal @blacktreacle22

Summary: After a particularly brutal month in the office, you've noticed some changes. Harvey is just... not present. Rather than demanding his attention, you just simply float by, knowing eventually he'll return his negligence. And boy does he ever.

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“Yn, you really just need to grow a set and tell Harvey he’s being a jackass,” Donna scolds through the phone.

I roll my eyes, “Donna, I told you before. I don’t mind. He’s focused on winning this case, and it quite literally is the life and death of this firm. So, while I appreciate your ‘words of affirmation’, I didn’t ask for them.”

“I know, I just hate to see you so neglected.”

“Oh please,” I pff, flipping my head to move a chunk of hair out of my eye. “Neglected is probably the last thing I am. I can entertain myself. I actually haven’t minded the space. Every once and a while it’s good to go back to the basics. I’ve finally learned how to take care of the plants, I can make a mean lasagna too. I’ve even gotten back into reading. For fun.”

“Sheesh, clearly something is wrong if you’ve been reading voluntarily.”

I snickered. “I don’t know, I saw a book recommendation on instagram and fell in love. Childhood penpals turned strangers, turned back to penpals and she found out he’s the world's biggest rock star and he’s been writing songs about her the entire time.”

“Sounds exactly like the fairytale mushy-gushy shit you love. How you found Harvey to fill those shoes I’ll never understand.”

“He’s just… I don’t know, exactly what I need? My life is perpetually disorganized and he’s too organized. We balance each other out. It just works, and I love our life. I love our dynamic, and I love him. Since he’s so busy, and I have the energy and mental space to, I don’t mind picking up the slack. Again, things will balance themselves back.”

Donna sighed, and I knew that flat line was on her lips. “I know, you’re always so insightful. Optimistic bitch.” I cackled a laugh. “But in all seriousness, Harvey needs you. You’re right, he is too organized. He needs you to unwind him. I know how he is, and he needs a kick in the ass every once in a while. So, if by the end of the week, he doesn’t come around a little, just push him. He’ll fold. Especially for you, and that ass of yours.”

A smile bloomed onto my face, the door of our apartment building coming into view. “Thanks Donna, I’ll let you know how tonight goes. Maybe I’ll stop by the office in the morning and bring the crew some coffee, a few bagels as well.”

“This is why you will always remain my favorite. Now go eat that Chinese food, you sexy son of a bitch.”

“How did you know I had Chinese food?”

“Because I’m Donna.” Then the line went dead.

Psycho. My psycho, but still a psycho.

I did indeed have a takeout bag hooked in my elbow filled with Chinese food. Sesame chicken and wonton soup for me, beef and broccoli with pork lo-mein for Harvey. I got a small order of pork fried rice and some scallion pancakes to share. I was about ten seconds away from crouching in an alley and eating myself into a coma.

The city streets were just beginning to fill up with Friday night festivities. Those heading to lavish dinners or exotic clubs, dressed to the nines with pristine hair and outfits. I looked down at my beat up orthopedic sneakers that kept the never ending foot pain of being a museum tour guide at bay. Here I was, surrounded by the most eccentric and busy place on earth, with absolutely nothing to do.

And that felt amazing.

I scurried up the steps to the apartment building, greeting our doorsman with a smile and a wave. He gave me one back, pulling open the big glass doors. The mild April chill vanished and the comfortable, still air caressed my cheeks. The elevator door chimed open, chimed closed, and ascended to the top.

21… 22… 23… the floors climbed and climbed. What was I going to watch? The new season of Bridgerton was out, I could watch that. No, the next season can’t possibly be as good as Charlottes. Maybe a movie? Didn’t that second Dunne one come out? I’m not sure I understand the first one enough to comprehend the second.

The ding sounds, and I step off, juggling my keys as I rattle off more ideas in my head.

There's always The Big Bang Theory, maybe Two Broke Girls? Nah, I’ve seen those a thousand times. Maybe I should watch something new. No, nothing sounds interesting. I could try to read, but I don’t wanna risk spilling anything on my book. Once in third grade, I was eating a bowl of cereal in the morning, and I spilled the entire thing on my book. If You Give A Mouse A Cookie was never the same again.

When the door opened, I toed off my sneakers, kicking them in the corner. I threw the keys in the bowl and hummed a song aimlessly. In the kitchen, I pried a plate out of the cabinet and began to spoon food onto my plate. I won’t tell Harvey, but I stole some of his lo-mein.

“Yn,” a voice spoke.

I spun so hard I knocked my hip into the kitchen island corner, a scream bubbling out. “Jesus fucking christ Harvey! You could warn me next time, fucking hell.”

My heart thrashed in my chest, my eyes going a little wonky from adrenaline. I swallowed, bending at the waist to catch my breath.

“Sorry, my love,” he smiled, coming to raise me from my hunched over position. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“A simple text would’ve been lovely,” I sighed, rising to my full height. “What the hell are you doing…”

All words died on my tongue as I looked around. The table was decorated with a white cloth, candles skewed about. There were flowers in a vase on the counter, beside it a card with two small boxes. There was champagne chilling in a metal bucket of ice, a box of chocolate covered strawberries and cherries next to it.

“Harvey, what’s all this for? Our anniversary isn’t for two months.”

He grinned, that smirk going right to my chest. “No, it’s not.”

“Then what's all… this?” I waved my hand around, noticing a few balloons blown up and taped to the archway. I somehow completely missed the rose petals lining the floor.

“It’s because I love you,” Harvey grabbed my hips, pressing our fronts together. “You’ve been… dealing with me for weeks now. My absence, my constant mood swings and lashing out. And I know what you’re gonna say-”

“That I know you’ve been stressed and need some time to focus on the case?”

Harvey tilted his head, a flat expression on his lips. “Yes. That.”

“It’s not a big deal, Harvey. I know how important work is to you, and I know that you’ve really needed to focus so the firm doesn’t crumble and-”

“But I need you to know that you are a thousand times more important than work,” he says, placing his palms on my cheeks. He kisses me softly, stealing the air from my lungs. “Then the firm,” another kiss. “And anything that has to do with that hellscape. I love you, Yn. And I don’t know what I would do without your constant flexibility with my chaotic life. So this is a very small token of my appreciation. The first part, at least.”

I hummed against his lips, letting my arms lay across his shoulders. I kiss him deeply. “The first part?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, hands falling down my back, a less than PG-13 flex of his hands on my ass. “First, I want you to open those little boxes. Then, we’re gonna eat and have some dessert.”

“I feel like there's more to this list,” I smile, making my way back to the counter to get our food. One second to the next, Harvey gripped my arm and pulled me back into his chest. I could feel his desire pressing into me. “Looks like I’m right.”

“You’re always right,” he whispered, breath tickling my ear. He kissed the side of my neck, leaving a little bite below my ear. “Go sit, I’ll get the food.”

A new thrill fueled my body, propelling my steps to the dining room. I sat, playing with the end of the table cloth as Harvey brough everything over. The champagne, the card, the boxes and the food. Before he made his way to his seat, his palm cupped my neck and he tilted my head back. His deep, lust filled eyes locked with mine before he kissed me again.

“Open whichever you’d like, darling,” he sat opposite me, tucking the napkin across his lap.

“Just because I did what anyone would for their love doesn’t mean you need to shower me with gifts, Harvey,” I said, giving him a pointed look.

“And if I bought them just because I wanted to?”

Point taken. I read the card, a picture of a polar bear wearing sunglasses on a beach with a coconut in its hand plastered on the front.

Classy. It made me giggle nonetheless.

To my Yn,

Thank you. I’m sorry. I love you. Thank you for being here, even when I wasn’t. I’m sorry for my absence, I promise I’ll be more conscious of my time spent at the office. I love you, more than I ever thought I’d ever be able to love anything. You are everything I’ve always wanted, and everything I never knew I’d need. After this last month, I didn’t understand just how badly I craved you. Your smile, your laugh, your warmth. The taste of you in the morning, and those adorable snores at night. No matter how many times I do it, I’ll never get tired of kissing you. Never tire of taking your breath away. I’ll never get sick of you being the first thing I see when I wake up, and the last thing before I sleep.

You are forever entwined in my soul, Yn. And I wouldn’t dare to imagine it otherwise.

I love you. <3 Harvey

I looked up at him, tears lining my eyes. He just winked at me, fork scraping his plate as he shoved a mouthful in.

“Fuck you for that,” I sniffled, brushing away the tears as I blinked. “That was so uncalled for, you didn’t need to do that to me. That’s so unfair.”

He smiled, “I know you love that shit. And before you ask, Donna didn’t come near me when I was writing that. It all came from up here.”

I laughed as he touched the side of his head. “Good to know all those years at Harvard Law taught you something other than corporate jargon.”

“Open the boxes, little devil,” he sipped his champagne, nudging the boxes towards me.

Both were a dark blue velvet, unlabeled. They were closed with a silver ribbon. The first one I grabbed was about the size of a book, and something rattled inside. I undid the bow, lifting the lid. Inside was a Kindle. I gasped, pulling it out and looking it over.

“Harvey,” I grinned, mouth falling open. “You did not.”

“But I did,” he smiled brightly. “Unlimited.”

I could jump his bones from across the table. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Well, after you find out I got you a case, a Pop Socket, and one of those stands with the remote clicker so you don’t even have to hold it, you might love me a little more.” I squealed, pushing out of my chair as I crashed into him. We nearly tipped backwards. Harvey laughed, rubbing my sides as I latched onto him. “I knew you’d appreciate this. I know we haven’t been together much, but I remembered you showed me a video of some girl who had one.” “You remembered that?” A new set of tears choked my voice.

“Of course I did. And I also remember you telling me that if I bought you another set of earrings you’d use them to pierce my ears, so that option went out the window.”

I swatted his chest, Harvey’s smile easy as he eased me off of him. “This is perfect, thank you so much.”

“Of course, my dear. Now open the next one.”

What could be better than a Kindle Unlimited? With a stand AND a remote to turn the pages for me. Harvey has no idea what he’s done, I’ll literally never get out of bed again.

Practically ripping the box in half, I take off the lid and peer inside.

I blink a few times, looking from him to the box. “My passport?”

“Yup.”

“I feel like there is something I’m not getting here.”

“There is.”

“Are you gonna tell me or make me guess?”

“I’m not that mean,” he rolled his eyes.

“I mean you have been ignoring me for the past month,” I feigned being upset, letting out a little yelp when he threw a piece of broccoli at me. “You're literally four years old.”

“We’re going to China.”

Everything stopped moving. I dropped the box, my small, navy blue passport skittering across the floor. My ears buzzed, my fingers buzzed. “I- What?”

Harvey grinned. Fuck, I missed that grin. “We’re going to China. We won the case last night, and I am desperate for some time with you. You’ve always wanted to go, so why not now? I have everything set up. We’re gonna stay in the mountains, we’re gonna go hiking and see some shows. I also know you’ve wanted to-”

“We’re going to China?” I had to make sure I heard him right? I’ve been learning the language for years now, engrossed with their rich culture and history. The cuisine, the art, the music… everything. Had I been in a different timeline, I would’ve moved there.

“Yes, my love. We’re going to China. Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” My eyes nearly fell out of my skull. “I can’t take two weeks off of-”

“Yn,” he cut me off, knowing I was going to spiral into a never ending list of reasons of 'why this and why that'. “It’s all been taken care of. All you have to do is pack a bag and get you cute ass in my car on Sunday morning. Don’t worry about anything else.”

“But-But Harvey… what the FUCK? WE’RE GOING TO CHINA? Oh my god, I have to call Donna.”

“Can you call Donna tomorrow? I have other things I’d like to do before you go blabbering to her about how amazing and awesome I am for planning this.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “Donna planned this, didn’t she?"

“She did find the panda place. And the art festival. But everything else was my doing. You can applaud now.” Cocky, arrogant son of a bitch. My cocky, arrogant son of a bitch, but one nonetheless.

I looked at him, dumbfounded. He did all this for me, just because he had a crazy workload. I feel like it should be the opposite, me pampering him, congratulating him on his huge win. Not him fueling my book obsession and planning my dream trip.

But it was yet another reason I loved him more and more every day. He just did these things, without prompting. Without need. He felt like he was neglecting me, leading to… all of this.

We ate our dinner, chatting about anything other than the case. I asked about it, twice, and he completely side-stepped my attempt. I wanted to know, but if he didn’t want to talk, I wouldn’t push. I told him the plot of this terrible Mafia romance book I finished earlier in the week, and he listened to every grating, awful point I made about it. All with a dopey smile on his face.

Harvey cleared the plates, setting them in the sink. He brought more champagne, the strawberries and the cherries. In a calm silence, we devoured them, eyes raking over each other. I risked a look below the table, seeing just exactly where he wanted the next phase of the night to go.

“You looking at it makes it worse, you know,” Harvey leaned back in his chair, my legs propped in his lap. He stroked his hand up and down, fingers dipping into one of the holes in my jeans.

“Good,” I smiled, a sinful intent in my eyes.

He looked from my smile to my eyes and back down. With a curse, he threw my legs off his lap and pulled my chair close to his. Harvey enveloped his mouth with mine, the sweet taste of chocolate mixed with the sour berry and tarte champagne. Every flavor on his tongue became my own.

I was in his lap the next second, legs folded against his thighs. Harvey kept me firmly planted. Steady. He wouldn’t dare let me fall. I got lost in him, suddenly aware just how long it had been since I truly had him. Truly tasted him. Truly craved him.

He stood, taking me with him. The familiar route to our bedroom whirled by. I landed on the bed with a soft bounce, tugging on the collar of his shirt until he laid on top of me.

“So demanding,” he whispered on my lips. I wrapped my legs around his hips to emphasize my need. “Fuck… I love it when you get like this.”

“You made me this way, Harvey,” I pleaded, eyes catching him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to give you what you deserve,” Harvey sighs. It’s not heavy, but it’s noticeable. “Let me take care of you, Yn.”

“I just need you to-”

“I know, my love. Let me worship you. Treat you how you deserve. You’ve been so patient with me, now let me return the favor.”

Well, I’d be stupid to deny him.

Delicately, he kissed down my torso, lifting my shirt over my head and throwing it for tomorrow's problem. He removed my socks, then my jeans. From ankle to knee, he kissed and bit my skin, making me squirm against the sheets.

Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, the tips of my fingers and toes pulsing with anticipation. With the last remaining pieces of my clothes gone, he spread my legs, kneeling to the ground.

The sight of Harvey Specter on his knees between my thighs was… empowering. Not that he hasn’t tasted me with his tongue, I’ve just… always been on top. Never so… exposed.

A heady sigh left my lips, body going lax with the first pass of his tongue on me. I clenched my legs against his ears, muffling my whines. He pushed them against the mattress, eyes pinning me as he sank his teeth into the muscle of my thigh.

“You know better than to hide those pretty moans from me, my love.” Yes, I do know better. “Scream my fucking name if you want.”

I just might.

He made quick work of me, practiced movements easily sending me up and up and up. He’d slow back down, torture me with more bruising marks on my thighs while I writhed and begged for him to let me release. I arched up off the bed when he added his fingers.

I was so close, a month's worth of pent up desire threatening me all at once. My mind and body were on fire. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I chase that high, circling my hips against his face. His hands, firmly planted on my inner thighs, I shook, that month long ache finally subsiding before roaring back to life.

When I thought he’d stop, he kept going. Around and around and around his tongue went. Teasing and sending an endless supply of pleasure through my body.

“H-Harvey,” I gasped, my body up in flames over his never ending devotion.

“I’ll stop when I want to. Fuck Yn, you taste so sweet. Almost as sweet as hearing you beg for me to let you cum. Can you take one more?”

Again, I nodded, content to let him spend however long he wanted at my aching core. My second release came much sooner than the first. He didn’t bother teasing me, knowing it would ruin all his hard work if he stopped. With a few more sweeping passes, he licked me clean, sitting back on his heels to look at me. He wiped my cum off on the back of his hand, giving me a wicked grin.

“You are so fucking beautiful, all laid out for me to do as I please,” Harvey said, beginning to strip.

“Please Harvey, have me. Any way that you like.”

He chuckled, kneeling over me. “I will, but like I said, I want tonight to be all about you.”

“Well I want you to fuck me.” I am not very good at being subtle.

“How can I deny you when you ask so nicely,” he purred, closing our lips together, I parted my legs for him, desperate for the friction of his body on mine. His chest, his stomach, his hands lacing with mine. I needed all of him all over me.

It didn’t take long for him to slip inside me, every inch of him stretching me in the most desirable way. I hummed as he stilled, his need clear in the way his arms shook to keep still.

“Move, please please move,” I begged, threading my hand in his hair. With a reluctant drop of his head, he rolled his hips into mine, our bodies finally meeting in full.

“I was trying to be gentle,” he reasoned.

“Fuck gentle, I need you. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know my love, I know.”

With each thrust into me, a new sensation bubbled inside me. My toes curled, my back bowed, my eyes fluttered shut. He quickened his pace, heavy breaths falling from his lips into mine. His air was mine. Every muttered curse and moan and praise went straight through me. He needed me as much as I needed him.

~~~~~

With my mind not fully awake, I lazily fling myself off my stomach and onto my back. My arm knocked into something hard, and I squinted against the morning sun. Oh, Harvey.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, crashing back down against the pillow.

He chuckled, kissing the hand that accidentally hit him in the face. “It’s okay.”

“Are you going into the office?” I asked, still keeping my eyes closed. Man this bed is so comfy…

“No?” He said, a question in his tone. “Why would I?”

“Why else are you up so early?”

“I was just looking at you, my love. It’s been a while since I’ve just… looked at the love of my life. Taken the time to appreciate just how fucking stunning you are.”

My heart melted, a lovesick feeling welling up in my chest. I turned over, facing the handsome lawyer and grinned ear to ear. “I’m sure I look fabulous after last night.”

“You’ve never looked hotter. Lips swollen from mine, hair a mess from my hands… your body covered in my-”

“Okay,” I snatched his lips between my fingers, silencing his next words. “I did just wake up, at least let me shower before you destroy me again.”

“Only if I can quote on quote destroy you in the shower before I cook you breakfast and fuck you again on the counter.”

My eyes snapped open, meeting his blown out pupils. “You certainly have a vivid imagination for…” I looked over at the clock on the side of the bed. “... eight thirty-seven AM.”

“Wait till you find out I’ve been awake since six. With nothing to do but plot all the ways I could ruin you.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, offering my lips as a peace offering. He quickly accepted, kissing me deeply. “Man, I missed this.”

“More than you could ever know.”

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