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Student spotlight: Victory Yinka-Banjo

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Student spotlight: Victory Yinka-Banjo

This interview is part of a series from the MIT Department of Electrical Engineering and Computer Science featuring students answering questions about themselves and life at the Institute. Today’s interviewee, Victory Yinka-Banjo, is a junior majoring in MIT Course 6-7: Computer Science and Molecular Biology. Yinka-Banjo keeps a packed schedule: She is a member of the Office of Minority Education (OME) Laureates and Leaders program; a 2024 fellow in the public service-oriented BCAP program; has previously served as secretary of the African Students’ Association, and is now undergraduate president of the MIT Biotech Group; additionally, she is a SuperUROP Scholar; a member of the Ginkgo Bioworks’ Cultivate Fellowship (a program that supports students interested in synthetic biology/biotech); and an ambassador for Leadership Brainery, which equips juniors/leaders of color with the resources needed to prepare for graduate school. She recently found time to share a peek into her MIT experience.

Q: What’s your favorite building or room within MIT?

A: It has to be the Broad Institute of MIT and Harvard on Ames Street in Kendall Square, where I do my SuperUROP research in Caroline Uhler’s lab. Outside of classes, you’re 90 percent likely to find me on the newest mezzanine floor (between the 11th and 12th floor), in one of the UROP [Undergraduate Research Opportunities Program] rooms I share with two other undergrads in the lab. We have standing desks, an amazing coffee/hot chocolate machine, external personal monitors, comfortable sofas — everything, really! Not only is it my favorite building, it is also my favorite study spot on campus. In fact, I am there so often that when friends recently planned a birthday surprise for me, they told me they were considering having it at the Broad, since they could count on me being there. 

I think the most beautiful thing about this building, apart from the beautiful view of Cambridge we get from being on one of the highest floors, is that when I was applying to MIT from high school, I had fantasized working at the Broad because of the groundbreaking research. To think that it is now a reality makes me appreciate every minute I spend on my floor, whether I am doing actual research or some last-minute studying for a midterm. 

Q: Tell me about one interest or hobby you’ve discovered since you came to MIT.

A: I have become pretty involved in the performing arts since I got to MIT! I have acted in two plays run by the Black Theater Guild, which was revived during my freshman year by one of my friends. I played a supporting role in the first play called “Nkrumah’s Last Day,” which was about Ghana at a time of governance under Kwame Nkrumah, its first president. In the second play, a ghost story/comedy called “Shooting the Sheriff,” I played one of the lead roles. Both caused me to step way out of my comfort zone and I loved the experiences because of that. I also got to act with some of my close friends who were first-time stage actors as well, so that made it even more fun. 

Outside of acting, I also do spoken word/poetry. I have performed at events like the African Students Association Cultural Night, MIT Africa Innovate Conference, and Black Women’s Alliance Banquet. I try to use my pieces to share my experiences both within and beyond MIT, offering the perspective of an international Nigerian student. My favorite piece was called “Code Switch,” and I used concepts from [computer science] and biology (especially genetic code switching), to draw parallels with linguistic code-switching, and emphasize the beauty and originality of authenticity. This semester, I’m also a part of MIT Monologues and will be performing a piece called “Inheritance,” about the beauty of self-love found in affection transferred from a mother. 

Q: Are you a re-reader or a re-watcher — and if so, what are your comfort books, shows, or movies?

A: I don’t watch too many movies, although I used to be obsessed with all parts of “High School Musical;” and the only book I’ve ever reread is “Americanah.” I would actually say I am a re-podcaster! My go-to comfort-podcast is this episode, “A Breakthrough Unfolds”, by Google DeepMind. It makes me a little emotional every time I listen. It is such an exemplification of the power of science and its ability to break boundaries that humans formerly thought impossible. As a computer science and biology major, I am particularly interested in these two disciplines’ applications to relevant problems, like the protein-folding problem discussed in the episode, which DeepMind’s solution for has caused massive advances in the biotech industry. It makes me so hopeful for the future of biology, and the ways in which computation can advance human health and precision medicine.

Q: Who’s your favorite artist?

A: When I think of the word ‘artist,’ I think of music artists first. There are so many who I love; my favorites also evolve over time. I’m Christian, so I listen to a lot of gospel music. I’m also Nigerian so I listen to a lot of Afrobeats. Since last summer, I’ve been obsessed with Limoblaze, who fuses both gospel and Afrobeats music! KB, a super talented gospel rapper, is also somewhat tied in ranking with Limo for me right now. His songs are probably ~50 percent of my workout playlist.

Q: It’s time to get on the shuttle to the first Mars colony, and you can only bring one personal item. What are you going to bring?

A: Oooh, this is a tough one, but it has to be my Brass Rat. Ever since I got mine at the end of sophomore year, it’s been nearly impossible for me to take it off. If there’s ever a time I forget to wear it, my finger feels off for the entire day. 

Q: Tell me about one conversation that changed the trajectory of your life.

A: Two specific career-defining moments come to mind. They aren’t quite conversations, but they are talks/lectures that I was deeply inspired by. The first was towards the end of high school when I watched this TEDx Talk about storing data in DNA. At the time, I was getting ready to apply to colleges and I knew that biology and computer science were two things I really liked, but I didn’t really understand the possibilities that could be birthed from them coming together as an interdisciplinary field. The TEDx talk was my eureka moment for computational biology. 

The second moment was in my junior fall during an introductory lecture to “Lab Fundamentals for Bioengineering,” by Professor Jacquin Niles. I started the school year with a lot of confusion about my future post-grad, and the relevance of my planned career path to the communities that I care about. Basically, I was unsure about how computational biology fit into the context of Nigeria’s problems, especially because my interest in the field is oriented towards molecular biology/medicine, not necessarily public health. 

In the U.S., most research focuses on diseases like cancer and Alzheimer’s, which, while important, are not the most pressing health conditions in tropical regions like Nigeria. When Professor Niles told us about his lab’s dedication to malaria research from a molecular biology standpoint, it was yet another eureka moment. Like, Yes! Computation and molecular biology can indeed mitigate diseases that affect developing nations like Nigeria — diseases that are understudied, and whose research is underfunded. 

Since his talk, I found a renewed sense of purpose. Grad school isn’t the end goal. Using my skills to shine a light on the issues affecting my people that deserve far more attention is the goal. I’m so excited to see how I will use computational biology to possibly create the next cure to a commonly neglected tropical disease, or accelerate the diagnosis of one. Whatever it may be, I know that it will be close to home, eventually.

Q: What are you looking forward to about life after graduation? What do you think you’ll miss about MIT?

A: Thinking about graduating actually makes me sad. I’ve grown to love MIT. The biggest thing I’ll miss, though, is Independent Activities Period (IAP). It is such a unique part of the MIT experience. I’ve done a web development class/competition, research, a data science challenge, a molecular bio crash course, and a deep learning crash course over the past three IAPs. It is such an amazing time to try something low stakes, forget about grades, explore Boston, build a robot, travel abroad, do less, go slower, really rejuvenate before the spring, and embrace MIT’s motto of “mind and hand” by just being creative and explorative. It is such an exemplification of what it means to go here, and I can’t imagine it being the same anywhere else. 

That said, I look forward to graduating so I can do more research. My hours spent at the Broad thinking about my UROP are always the quickest hours of my week. I love the rabbit holes my research allows me to explore, and I hope that I find those over and over again as I apply and hopefully get into PhD programs. I look forward to exploring a new city after I graduate, too. I wouldn’t mind staying in Cambridge/Boston. I love it here. But I would welcome a chance to be somewhere new and embrace all the people and unique experiences it has to offer.

I also hope to work on more passion projects post-grad. I feel like I have this idea in my head that once I graduate from MIT, I’ll have so much more time on my hands (we’ll see how that goes). I hope that I can use that time to work on education projects in Nigeria, which is a space I care a lot about. Generally, I want to make service more integrated in my lifestyle. I hope that post-graduation, I can prioritize doing that even more: making it a norm to lift others as I continue to climb.

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if my workplace blows up in the next hour and 35 minutes i’ll be very happy

[nicromancytarot]

WHAT WILL YOU LOOK LIKE IN 5 YEARS?

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I do not charge for these readings, and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I get for the readings, but I pull like 15-20 cards each reading and that is just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD READING

I asked my spirit guides what you will look like in 5 years time, pick a picture to find out what they had to say!

PILE 1

Golly gosh, my sweet pile number 1’s, I must tell you the cards I got for this.

2 of pentacles, 8 of cups, 4 of cups, Moon, Page of cups, Tower, 10 of swords, High priestess, 2 of wands, Queen of swords, 5 of pentacles, Lovers.

We’re a little bit hectic over here if you can’t already tell. I wouldn’t say this is anything to worry about however.

Starting off! I feel that your physical appearance is going to change a lot during this era of your life, whether that be you go through a bunch of phases, try new things, receive procedures etc. I feel that a lot of you may feel stagnant in how you look during this time, you may find that you’re right on the cusp of looking how you want, but are struggling to get there. Some of you may begin to notice features of your own mother poking through, others may start to look more mature and possibly take on a more maternal appearance — this could be seen in having a little more maturity to your body perhaps after childbirth, or even just beginning to put your appearance on the back burner if you have kids that must take the forefront of your mind.

I have a feeling that a lot of you will go through a major glow up around this time, which is great, however! The motivation will arise around some sort of betrayal or major shake up like heartbreak, whatever it is will instantly get you feeling like you need to take more care of yourself, and becoming much brighter and just looking happier because of it.

The change in your appearance during this time will certainly mark a new beginning and major change in your life, it will really be that first step to a fresh start.

You may begin taking more care of your body, and specially your skin, perhaps spending more money on the highest review products, or just even investing in some long term serums that you know work wonders for your skin. (Please be careful with how much you spend on this stuff lol, you can definitely find cheaper stuff with amazing properties if you look hard enough) This could also imply that many of you will begin working out and eating healthier around this time as well, ensuring that your self care is the top of your priorities.

And finally, our lovers. Now I would say this will bring a new love opportunity to you, but when I first thought this card was present, it was actually the king of wands that caught my eye in the middle of the deck. You’re going to love yourself a lot more, love looking at yourself in the mirror, and just overall feeling more like yourself. You will love who you have become. Good luck my lovelies, get that beauty on!

Physical features: Intense eyes/eye makeup, wearing lots of black and mysterious colours, becoming skinnier or leaner, muscle building could be applicable, stubborn features you can’t quite get rid of (perhaps a bit of flab on your thighs, something that just makes you look more mature, still hot as hell by the way), some of you may stop shaving for a period of time, black hair, spiky jewellery, silver jewellery, cold toned makeup, clothes, gems etc.

PILE 2

Hello my pile number 2’s, how’s it going? Starting off strong we already have the two of cups, so I’m sure this appearance will be highly negated by the status of your relationships, specially those that we deem romantic. I’m seeing that during this time you are trying different things and may even be getting advice from family and friends about what to wear or what things to CONSCIOUSLY consume — I cannot stress it enough that money is big talk here, I need you to be very aware on what you’re spending your coins for, I wouldn’t recommend any expensive surgeries that could end up going wrong, specially lip injections/filler.

Anywho! You could be being very intentional about the way you appear, perhaps with ensuring you do enough research into new products before purchasing them, or even investing in a personal dermatologist, colour coordinator, personal trainer etc — it’s all very well thought out.

Your glow up, if there is one, may be motivated by some sort of competition, so perhaps just ensure you don’t get too deep into all of that. Knight of pentacles appears twice here, so I’m definitely getting the message that you will be investing a lot of time and effort into your appearance, liking the way you look could be a long time coming.

You’ll have a lot of tips to share with people around this time for sure.

God damn it, I flipped the deck for more info and we got the tower. Ok! Dramatic changes. PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH PROCEDURES!!! I really feel like this is something I need to say with all seriousness. You go for lip filler, you’re coming out with sausages glued to the absence of your lips, also heavy chance you can get scammed when trying to get something done. I would absolutely not recommend any plastic surgery of that kind — however you can get away with waxing (I’m specially getting your bikini line lmao), eyebrows threaded, hair done professionally, professional makeup, nails etc — that’s all fine, but I’m getting a really big feeling to tell you to avoid any plastic surgery, specially if you’re from the UK.

I’m being told you need to embrace your natural features, things that you’ve hidden before can be very alluring when you learn how to harness them. A lot of you may look young for you age, honestly embrace it, you’re going to look twenty at fifty, and the rest of the world will sag, so good on you!

Physical features: doe eyes/very loving expressions, unconventional features that make people look twice (perhaps drawing on moles, or not covering up already existing ones), you could thrift most of your clothes (and get really good at it), may lean into more blues for colours, spending a fair bit money on accessories or hair/makeup etc, whimsical clothes, wearing reds/red lipstick, leaning more into the traditional looks from your culture.

PILE 3

Hello my wonderful pile number 3’s! Ok firstly, this is YOUR time for real, if you grew up without being conventionally attractive, this is your justice coming straight in and giving you that unthinkable glow up. Now this won’t be entirely easy, you will have to put in a fair amount of effort to receive this effortless look, which is fairly ironic given the name. Anyways, I’m seeing the need to take control and allow yourself to focus on your own appearance, people may tell you “looks aren’t everything” or “personality matters the most,” and while they are not far off, it’s not hard to assume they grew up with the privilege you yourself may have not been lucky enough to hold badge of. As it always goes, money is of the essence here, and you may need to spend a fair amount to get that look you desire — obviously do it with a conscious consumer mindset, and don’t go overboard.

I’m seeing that you may join a community of sorts, like a subreddit with the best tips, or perhaps confide in a super cool witch that makes bank off people requesting beauty spells — something of the sort anyways. The people you meet through this community, whatever it is, will help guide you to harnessing your best potential. Now I will say that you may meet some that are a little misguided or too deep into it all, so be aware of what you consume and who you listen to, ensure it’s all ethical and worth your while.

Some of you may actually have to have a glow up for work, like it could be something so minute like having to do something nice with your hair, or having to wear a specific uniform that will just make it all pop and you will receive an abundance of compliments and attention. I’m also getting the message that you could have a new job with/or new uniform that like lowkey makes your eyes pop and you have that moment of realisation to what colours work the best for you.

My main message however is to make sure you don’t lose yourself in echo chambers that end up spewing shit about lookmaxxing or some weird ass phrenology. Like please be aware lol, I’m sure you’ll be fine.

Physical features: Looking intimidating or unapproachable, looking more expensive, glow up that will 100% make people wonder how the hell you did it, appearance change through work (new uniform, hair, makeup), wise appearance, type of person someone sees once and never again but always thinks of, wearing warm palettes (yellow, orange, red, brown), tired/experienced eyes, thrifting clothes/making something old look new

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Qualities of the Nakshatras - How do you do what you do?

While the traditional Vedic classification of the qualities of the Nakshatras can be found in many common sources, few of them describe in detail, how that classification is applied in real life. I myself struggled and took my time pondering, analysing and discussing these qualities and their practical application, in order to be able to understand and then explain the reality of those particular Nakshatra traits.

For those who never heard of Nakshatra qualities, these are described as Chara, Sthira, Mrdu, Ugra, Tikshna, Kshipra and Mishra.

It is important to realise, that these descriptions show not just what activities will a given Nakshatra undertake, but how it operates, and if you look at your Moon Nakshatra, you will see that its quality will reflect your basic nature of being. However, that doesn't mean that all Nakshatras from the same group have the same jobs/interests/always do the same thing. It's more about how people "take up space" energetically, the style in which they bring about change.

Chara Nakshatra - "Moveable" - Shravana, Dhanishta, Shatabhisha, Punarvasu and Swati.

The word I would associate with those Nakshatras, more than simply moveable, is "dynamic". You can see it best perhaps in Dhanishta, that is notorious for its amazing natural sense of rhythm and association with dancing and being in the public eye. However, even Shatabhisha, that moves in the shadows, has a certain rhythm to it, coupled with restlessness. The energy here is breezy and flowing, and you can see it in those natives, even if they just sit and talk, that they are decidedly and constantly animated.

Sthira Nakshatra - "Fixed" - Rohini, Uttaraphalguni, Uttarashadha and Uttarabhadrapada.

The energy here is of a person in position of authority sitting on a throne and establishing something durable. I associate this Nakshatra group with authority, because there is something passively steady and indomitable about them. Their authority is a given, they are in their place and they don't feel the need to go out of their way to prove it, instead they build upon who they are. This is why this Nakshatra group in traditional Vedic sources is associated with making firm, long term decisions, as these people lay foundations for things that all the other Nakshatras build upon. Their position of authority comes from the fact, that decision making and authority often goes hand in hand. While the moveable Nakshatras make waves in motion, fixed Nakshatras can change the fate of the entire collective from their steady position with one decision.

Mrdu Nakshatra - "Tender" - Chitra, Anuradha, Mrigashira and Revati.

These Nakshatras relate to feelings and creations that are fleeting yet eternal at the same time. There is a certain contradiction here, as these natives may appear outwardly defensive, but that defensiveness is born out of necessity in a harsh world and hides deep sensitivity, and if you talk to them more, you will see their softer side, their attachment to beauty and harmony, and their fear of losing that serenity. Traditional Vedic sources point out their connection to subtlety of music, delicate, precious newly purchased things or clothing. More than the objects themselves, it's about the thrill of happiness such experiences give you. And even if they last not more than a moment, the reality of these Nakshatras is their sensitivity of creation and perception, their ability to see, that beauty and intricate delicacy can be found anywhere, and while you can never fundamentally shield it from all harm, it will always pop up in the world somewhere else, just like a flower, even if picked, will regrow next spring.

Ugra Nakshatra - "Violent" - Bharani, Magha, Purvaphalguni, Purvashadha, and Purvabhadrapada. 

The main theme of these Nakshatras is conquest, and while of course not all of these natives are interested in traditional warfare, these are the kind of people that occupy 100% of any space they are in and like to set the rules with their presence. Their naturally fierce presence can make them incredibly successful with the demands of the modern world, but even a housewife with Ugra Nakshatra is a force to be reckoned with. The conquest here can have multiple meanings, and gains a decidedly creative, romantic and sexual nature in Venusian Purva Phalguni and Purva Ashadha, to conquer one's object of desire. However, the energy here is really about internally conquering one's own weaknesses and wrestling with the animalistic, expansive desirous aspect of human nature.

Tikshna Nakshatra - "Sharp" - Moola, Jyeshta, Ardra and Ashlesha.

The real task of these Nakshatras is putting other people back in their place. While the fixed Nakshatras have a natural, calm authority coming from status, and violent Nakshatras can be intimidating, sharp Nakshatras automatically gain respect with their presence, because they are so ready to regulate people who are out of line. Their "sharpness" is required for that energy to be effective against others, especially since some Nakshatras like Ugra will not back down easily. However, unlike Ugra, these Nakshatras correct and regulate rather than express desire for outwards conquest, relying more on handling things, that are already out there, making these natives excellent in managerial positions. You can think of it in the context of Ardra being a passionate activist and critic of established social systems.

Kshipra Nakshatra - "Swift" -  Ashwini, Pushya and Hasta.

These Nakshatras operate in short but intense bursts of energy. Hasta is a good example, as it embodies the traditional business transaction - money and goods exchange hands, the deed is done, the seller moves on to the next one. Same with Pushya and spiritual teaching, delivering quick but valuable lessons and moving on to another student/activity/rest. The focus here is on efficiency and maximising good energy through limited and realistic potential.

Mishra Nakshatra - "Mixed" - Krittika and Vishakha.

An interesting aspect of these Nakshatras comes from how Vedic astrologers link them both to laying out furniture, electronics and fire rituals. You would think these two activities have nothing in common, but they are actually the key to the ceremonial nature of these Nakshatras. In modern households, few houses have a fireplace, but fire pits in the middle of the main living space used to be traditional in old houses, to keep them warm and for religious purposes. In the 21st century, a grand television set is god, and coupled with a comfortable couch it is what sets the scene in a home. And this is what these Nakshatras do, energetically, set the scene both for worship and to be worshipped, establishing a relationship between the viewer and the viewed. For that reason, there is a sense of fiery dramatism in these Nakshatras, ready to both worship and be worshipped at any given time.

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"Going Offline." Erik Campbell X FEM!Reader.

Hellllllooooo! So, I know it has been legit a week since the last almost 10K Erik Campbell fic, but he is living in my head lately, so you get this delightful follow-up to Textual Relationship now! I already have ideas for a part three, Hell I have already started writing it, lord help me. I hope everyone loves this, I got a lot of nice comments and reblogs.

Seriously I am shocked by the influx of notes. I would be remiss to not mention the fact that the amazing, @28bohemianmoons, beta read this for me! The whole thing is so much better for it that it isn’t even funny, I am endlessly thankful, you have no idea the love poured into this by her, so let’s get into this!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 8.7K Erik Campbell X FEM!Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Casual Sex. Friend With Benefits Relationship. Cunnilingus. Cum Eating. Eating Pussy. Oral Sex. Vaginal Sex. Creampie. Restrained Reader. Dirty Talk. Multiple Orgasms. People Watching. Teasing. Banter. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Messy Head. Vaginal Fingering. Piercing Play. Semi-Public Sex. Edging. Both Of You Are Down Bad But Trying To Keep It Casual. 

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You know how some people tend to over inflate themselves and their abilities? Like a prospective job applicant embellishing their resume to get a leg up on the competition. Or the frat boy boasting to his buddies about how many chicks he’s hooked up with over Spring Break. Or even the attractive stranger you’re sexting promising you a mind-blowing time in the sack, given the chance. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out all the ways these scenarios can break bad and end up disappointing, instead of what was promised. 

Yet, somehow, against the odds, Erik is proving that he is, most definitely, a man of his word. 

He had commented on the pictures and videos you shared over text, mentioning how good your cunt looked. He divulged, in the heat of the moment, that he wished he could taste you and make you squirm on the end of his tongue. It was hot, in theory, and it helped get you off beautifully that night. But in practice? It turns out he wasn’t all talk. He didn’t set the bar too high, and now you are in fact squirming thanks to his mouth between your thighs. 

You truly had no idea how deeply this affinity for eating out was ingrained in him. Nor did you ever suspect Erik’s strong oral fixation. If only you knew that his love affair with eating out  began from the first time his tongue slipped over soaked velvety skin, and he heard the gasp it drew. That the moment he felt the way thighs tensed around his head and tasted that unique flavour, was when he became totally addicted; Only then you might have had half a clue of how much he loved to do this. It is quickly becoming obvious that he has cultivated a wealth of knowledge to reach his current level of skill. 

The most valuable and vital skills when it comes to being outstanding at eating out are as follows: One, adaptability, changing to fit the tastes of the individual, listening to how they respond and filling those needs as they arise. Two, consistency, it cannot be understated how important it is, after finding what works, to be able to maintain that for an extended period of time, as long as the receiver needs without faltering. Erik has both these skills down pat, burned into his brain, hardwired into his damn DNA it seems.

Normally, Erik would start with a little more build-up; taking time to strip your clothing away; kissing over your hip bones and inner thighs; just barely tracing his fingers where you wish his tongue was. He would be so featherlight and much too teasing to satisfy, until it gets to be almost too much, then fingers lift and lips take their place. Tonight’s scenario is different though, not as much preamble is required as this is far from an average encounter. It wouldn’t be the first time, but normally he eats someone out before he cums inside them, not after. A few quick, exploratory licks and then his tongue is focused on dealing with the mess he made before he really settles in to figure you out. He never really got the whole ‘being weirded out by your own cum’ thing. The taste of him mixed with you is better than it has any right to be, he swallows it back with ease and unfiltered delight. 

With that taken care of, he treats you to a few light swipes on and over your clit, then slowly with each following lick he provides more pressure. You shift your hips slightly, a hum slipping out as his tongue passes over and then back down, again and again. Your fingers tangle in his hair and tug, nudging him just a little closer. His mouth lifts, a wet sort of laugh escaping as he speaks, “You okay up there?” 

“Just, fuck, feels good-” You mutter and as you do, he suddenly licks again, much harder causing your sentence to break off as you exclaim, “-God!”, he laughs again, louder, his head tips forward, so his forehead rests on your lower stomach. You want to pout, desperate for him to continue, “C’mon Erik, please-” You pull his hair so he lifts his head, his lips are wet, blue eyes half lidded, there you find playfulness lurking, he coos condescendingly, “I know, I know, I’m being too mean, right?” 

“Yeah-” He drops back down, mouth latches back onto you, his lips wrap around your clit, he sucks noisily, messily. His tongue flicks over the nerve dense tissue he has trapped on all sides, the sheer slick heat of his mouth is indescribably good and makes your head fall back with a moan, “-ahhhh-”

There is no more teasing or pausing, just careful and purposeful moves of his mouth to bring you devastating pleasure in short order. 

This whole ordeal is enough to make your head spin to think about, let alone allow yourself to admire the irresistible visual you have right now.

Erik on his knees on your plush rug, hands cradling your hips, and fingers digging into your soft flesh, his lips latched on your clit, sucking with perfect pressure. His eyes closed in concentration as he focuses on making up for cumming early, doing his damndest to ensure your pleasure. You are flat on your back, ass near the edge of the bed, legs over his shoulders, fingers in his hair and breathing his name on an exhalation. Currently trying your best to hang on as sensation threatens to eat you alive. 

God, you needed this so badly; Much more than you previously realized. There is nothing quite like being able to lay back and have someone else see to your enjoyment; To completely give yourself over and do nothing but feel. The last time you experienced this kind of pleasure that wasn’t by your own hand escapes you. In fact, all thought does, your mind only capable of registering how he is making you feel; All coherent thoughts and attempts at intelligible speech long forgotten. Any potential to ruin the moment by overthinking how you smell, taste, or look, gone. Even how long you take to reach your end is impossible, self sabotage is not a factor here. 

He kisses, licks, sucks, you pulse, leak and ache, body tense. The feeling builds, and your breathing is a wreck, shuddering on every inhale and barely restraining sobs on the exhales. He has worked you up fantastically, and soon you are getting so close. You can’t get your mouth to work well enough to alert him properly, but something tells you that your trembling thighs on either side of his head let him know what’s about to happen. Your pleasure plateaus for a blissfully tortuous minute, just on the edge of oblivion but not quite there, it is just the right side of being almost too much until it all catches up with you, clicks into place and you cum. 

Your hand tugs on his hair again, keeping him as close as possible as you ride out your peak, you pulse against his tongue in time with the rhythmic contractions and the radiating waves of ecstasy that accompany them. Soon your orgasm finds its natural end, your body slackens, relief and relaxation setting in, going boneless against the mattress for a moment. Simply basking in the feeling, until Erik doesn’t relent. He continues to work, lick and suck, his tongue delves into you again, and you tense up once more, overstimulation setting in. You tug on his hair rather uselessly, a hard swallow, and you find your voice again, “Shi-shit, fuck, I-I’m done, please-”

You pull harder on his hair, but he remains locked down there, his hands gripping your hips tightly enough to keep his place, you beg a little more, “Erik, oh God, s’too much-” 

Trying to pry him off isn’t working, the only option you have to escape is up the bed, this is a challenge with how your legs are hooked over his shoulders. Your hand releases his hair and falls, gripping the sheets instead, you try to push yourself backwards up the bed. He doesn’t let you go that easily, he follows, it’s easy for him with the points of contact he has maintained so with your last hope, you moan weakly, “Please, please, stop!” 

Thankfully he only indulges himself for another second before his head lifts, a laugh spilling out, and he licks his lips, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” 

“You are the worst.” You roll your eyes fondly, struggling to catch your breath. He finally  takes your legs off his shoulders and gets up to fully join you as you stretch out back on the bed. Erik says, “Yeah, I’d say we are a pretty even match.” 

“I didn’t overstimulate you like that!” You argue, and he agrees, “No you didn’t, you just made me bust embarrassingly fast.” Erik then adds on, “Besides, soon as you said stop, I did.” 

Fuck, he did, if you had just actually told him to stop sooner you could have saved yourself there a bit, so much for accusations of not playing fair. Conceding, you say, “Alright, alright, the score has been settled.” 

“Mmm, not quite yet.” He hums, you raise an eyebrow, and before you can properly ask what he means, he has his hands on you again, starting to reposition you as he says, “I’m hard again, so how about round two?” 

He is full of great ideas. 

One of which leads to your current position; Face down, one cheek to the sheets, and your ass up. One of his hands is resting on the back of your neck, while the other is gripping one of your wrists, pinning it to your lower back. He is balls deep, and currently destroying you. 

When you are in control, it makes it a lot easier to take, you know what to expect. You are the one moving, shifting the angle, and can anticipate the sensations that will follow, but like this, pinned and made to take it? It heightens everything, ramps it up significantly, makes you moan louder, feel everything more intensely. It doesn’t help that he got a lock on your G-spot in record time, he got inside of you, slipped in and out a few times. Once he had coated himself in your ample wetness and then started fucking with the angle. He adjusted till he heard that choked off gasp and felt how your walls tightened in response that told him just where it was. Now he was being relentless, hitting it over and over again, you are moaning brokenly in such a delightfully debauched way. A breathless laugh rings out above you, followed by a question, “You alright?” 

You force the answer out, a low and embarrassingly wobbly, “Yessss-” 

“Yeah, fuck, you sound pretty good right now.” You can hear the smile on his face and the praise sinks into your bones, warm and pleasant, fingers curl into the sheets, eyes squeezing shut as you hold on. 

He doesn’t let up until you manage to cum again, hands free this time. In short order, satisfied now that your pleasure has been ensured, he pumps another load into you with a long groan, causing you to shiver.

Once he pulls out, your body sinks down to the mattress, you lay there on your stomach, cum leaking out and panting. You have thoroughly been taken down a peg, he can more than hold his own, he can ruin you if he decides it so. Erik falls onto his back beside you, trying to catch his own breath. 

It is quiet, it reminds you of another shared moment between you both, laying and breathing together, back then the only form of connection was the phone call. Now he is here, you can reach out and touch him if you want. It’s still kind of mind-blowing it all worked out this way. You are the first one to speak up, “Is it just me or was this-” 

“Amazing?” He fills in the blank, sounding a mixture of equally baffled but happy about it, and you laugh, pushing yourself onto your side you say, “Yeah! Like for a first time hooking up? Pretty unbelievable.” 

“To be fair, the whole thing we’ve had going on has been pretty fucking unbelievable.” He points out as he rolls to face you better, cheek resting on his hand, and you have to agree. It is quiet again for a moment, before you push yourself up to a sitting position and ask, “I could do with a snack, are you hungry?” 

“After all that, it would be weird to not be.” He responds. 

You reach for the box of tissues to deal with some of the excess mess before you throw them away and get up. Making the way to where you have your robe hung on one of the series of hooks on the back of your bedroom door. You select your usual one and slip it on and turn back to the bed to ask as you tie the belt, “You want something to wear?” 

“Well, it’d be nice, otherwise I’ll be walking around your place dick out.” He quips, and you say, “I wouldn’t complain about the view.” 

Tragically, he does put his own underwear back on, and you come back to him, another robe in your grip, and you hold it out. He takes it and lifts it to get a better look, taking in the black silk robe with the lace edged bell style sleeves. Erik lowers it and looks up at your face, asking in a tone that makes you want to bust out laughing,“Really?” 

“What? I ordered it a while back, and they sent the wrong size. It swims on me so it’ll totally fit you.” You say with a wide smile before saying next, “Besides, it’s in your favourite colour.” 

“You spoil me so.” He sighs as he gets up and slips it on, he ties the belt around his waist and finds that yeah it fits alright, however it hits high above mid-thigh. He holds the edges, swishing the satiny fabric and sleeves back and forth comically, “Pretty short, lucky for you that I am so secure in my masculinity.” 

You laugh lightly, before you said, “Lucky me indeed, you’ve got great legs, Show em off!” 

Soon, snacks were retrieved from the kitchen and brought back, you sit up in bed, sharing a bag of plain chips and a carton of chocolate fudge banana split ice cream between you both. 

“I gotta say, you really showed me, I was a total mess there when you were on top.” You praise him around your bite of ice cream, and he shrugs, brows creased as he said, “I had to defend my honour.”

“Consider it defended. You seemed to enjoy it when I was the one riding you, though.” You start, and he says, “Of course I did, just because I love taking it doesn’t mean I can’t give it and love that shit too.” 

“Same here.” You say easily, Erik laughs, head dropping for a moment, his hand runs through his hair, before he asks, “Did we really luck out that hard? Both of us are switches?” 

“Seems like but at this point? I think just about anything is possible if we are together.” 

“I think you are onto something.” Erik muses. 

The conversation hits a comfortable lull. You take a second to look at him, in the soft light of your bedroom, so close your knees touch, wrapped up in your robe. The sleeves are too short and slip down his forearms, bunching near his elbows, his scattered tattoos partly exposed. This is one of those moments that even when the visual fades, the feeling will stay, you will recall tonight and remember how this felt. You choose to revel in how comfortable this feels. 

After a minute more of snacking, you ask, “So you still want to sleep over?”  Erik nods, pulling the spoon out of his mouth, “For sure, been a while since I’ve done one.” 

“Oh yeah, fucking randos in bar bathrooms is more your style, isn’t it? Should I be honoured you actually came back to my place?” You ask as you pluck a chip from the bag, he is scooping out another spoonful as he says with that cocky air, “Yes, you really should be.” 

“And what if I wanna keep this going?” You smile but are asking it half seriously, hopeful this won’t be a one time thing, he says, “Oh careful what you wish for, if I hang around too long you might get sick of me.” 

He offers out the carton as the spoon is put into his mouth, you reach out to take it, your fingers brushing his briefly. You say sincerely, “I think I would love the opportunity to get sick of you.” 

You both make eye contact, and you swear you saw a softness bloom on his face for a  second before he’s reaching into the chip bag again. With his playfulness back in place, he quips, “Alright, your funeral.” 

You let out a laugh, playing along, “I won’t say you didn’t warn me, okay?”

After a lot more casual conversation and finishing your snacking session, a quick evening clean up happens. You settle down for the night, you loan him a phone charger, and soon you are passing out with Erik beside you pretty quickly. You sleep in later than normal, you have the day off. Assuming he has nowhere in particular to be, when you both are properly awake, you say, “I need to go grocery shopping later, so I don’t have much here, but you wanna go out for breakfast?” 

Erik rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he tells you, “Oh fuck yes, please.” 

He slips back into last night’s shirt and pants, you get dressed, and then you strike out.  Leading him to a nearby diner you loved, turned out he was a fan too, it is seriously so strange you’ve never run into him before. 

You are seated quickly, coffee cups are filled before you start looking over the menu. You watch as he adds sugar but no cream into his mug, filing away the little observation. Then you ask, “So I am curious, what kind of breakfast do you go in for?” 

“Depends on the mood and the previous night’s activities.” He shrugs as he flips the page. You press, “And what do last night’s activities call for?”

He hums in consideration before closing the menu with a satisfying clack. He announces, “Salty and sweet, chocolate chip pancakes and bacon.” 

“Your history of amazing taste continues.” You nod and he says, “Naturally.” Then he asks, “You?” 

“I think I need something classic, hearty, with serious protein. A mainstay; eggs, sausage, toast and hash with fruit on the side.” You close your own menu, and he lets out a low whistle, “You know what you want, and I respect that.” 

He holds his mug out, a raise of his brows as he says, “To a great first hook up, offline.” 

A smile takes over your face as you pick up your own coffee and gently clink yours against his, “Hear, hear.” 

You both take a sip, and you set down your mug, asking, “So you said ‘first’ hook up offline. Does that mean you want to do this again?” 

“I do, and I think you do too.” He asserts casually, and you joke, “Did my extremely shaky legs give me away last night?” You wouldn’t be surprised if they did, you didn’t stop fully trembling until about ten minutes post fuck. 

He snickers, elbow resting on the table-top and holding his hand out in a ‘trying to squish a fly’ gesture. His pointer finger and thumb almost touch as he answers, “Just a little bit.” 

“Okay, so you are right, I do want to repeat this-” You admit, but he cuts you off, “No shit.” You ignore him and continue, “Anyway! The way I look at it is like this, I think we are both the kind of people that greatly prioritize having fun. Would you say that’s accurate?” 

“Absolutely.” He agrees, and you say, “Good, I would too. So how about we do this as long as it remains fun? Deal?” 

“Deal.” He stretches his hand out, and you take it, firmly shaking on it. And so, it has been decided that as long as it remains fun and makes sense, you are going to keep meeting up for casual sex.

The waitress stops by, you place your orders, and then she leaves you two alone again, well, almost alone. There are four people at the table across the aisle from you, and they were being rather loud and increasingly obnoxious. 

They are all talking about how terrible their food is. When the waitress comes by again they proceed to complain to her, one of them bitching about how burnt their grilled cheese apparently was, and how unimpressed they were with everything overall. You had both eaten here plenty of times, so there was no way it was as bad as they were making it out to be. Your table was too close to theirs to talk about how insane they were being, but thankfully that is what phones are for. Barely holding in your laughs, you and Erik text about them while you wait for your food. 

“Oh my fucking God, are you hearing all this?” Erik asked, and you typed out quickly, “Can’t hear my own thoughts with how loud they are being, but see that one in the cardigan? She was eating her pancakes with her hands.”

Erik looked up from his phone, giving you a look that translated to, “Really?” 

Holding in a laugh, you nodded and typed out, “I swear, she is ripping off pieces and dragging it through the syrup on her plate.” 

His next text pops up to read, “And she has the audacity to complain that they are subpar? What a monster.” 

Eventually they leave and as soon as the door closes you both let loose, you start with an impassioned, “Oh my fucking Goddd-” 

Erik following up with an impression, arms crossed as he intones, “This is so disappointing, we used to know the owners you know, and this is just so awful, I don’t think we will be coming back-” 

“Good, don’t fucking come back! I never understand when people throw that out as a threat.” You reply, and he agrees, “Right? When someone annoying drops that on me, all I want to do is ask ‘Promise?’, like fuck off.” 

You both break down into a fit of laughter. You are glad that when the situation calls for blowing off some steam, you and Erik can be a little petty without judgment. While discussing how sticky it would be to eat pancakes with just your hands, your food is brought out. You both devour your breakfasts, and it’s as delicious as you expected. When all the plates are cleared away, you split the bill down the middle. 

You both head out onto the street, he is carrying his jacket and pocketing his wallet, you zip your bag closed and say, “What are you doing now?” 

“Going to head home. Since I have fucking work later might as well shower, get into clean clothes, yada yada. You?” He asked, and you said, “I have the day off, so just groceries, maybe some cleaning, but the rest of my day is wide open.” 

“Jealous.” He sighs. 

The pair of you are wondering the same thing. How should your good-bye’s go now that you are friends with benefits? Taking the initiative, you open your arms and invite him in for a hug. He steps in, talking you up on it, and leans down to wrap his arms around you. You return the action, giving him a firm squeeze. It is a nice moment. Until you ruin it, leaning into his ear and whispering, “Text me whenever you need a hole to cum in, alright?”

He laughs and pulls back with a playful shove of your shoulder, he fires back, “Yeah and if you need a living dildo to fuck, I’m your guy.” 

You start to walk off, a wave over your shoulder as you call, “Don’t work too hard, music man.” 

“I never do. Bye.” He calls in return as he heads off in the other direction. 

The rest of your day is uneventful, but good because frankly you are in an amazing mood. 

So Erik as becomes a bigger part of your life, texting becomes a bit more frequent, at times you still engage in your old dynamic; pictures passed back and forth, dirty or otherwise, but why do that when the band aid has been ripped off? Meeting up is just so easy. Much more often than not, if you are in the mood, you carve out a space in your schedules to meet up and find that infinitely more fulfilling. After this new arrangement is established, your next meeting goes like this.  

It has been about a week and a half since the last time you saw him in person. When you do hear from him, you are just getting home after a night out with a friend grabbing dinner and a movie straight after work. You feel your phone buzz in your bag as you are about to hang it up. You take it out to see a text from Erik, you swipe it open to see, “Oh my fucking Godddd!” Another comes in immediately after, “Fuck this day!”, and lastly, “I am going to fucking lose it!” 

“Oh no.” You mutter to yourself, fully aware that a triple text of this nature isn’t good. You  start to type a response as you take your shoes off, “What’s up? Talk to me.” 

His new text comes in, reading out, “You home?” You text back quickly, “Just got in.”  

Your phone starts ringing, you swipe again to accept the call, bringing the phone up to your ear, you say, “Erik? I’m here.” 

“Kill me please.” He says firmly, and you bark out a surprised laugh from the sheer drama of hearing a phrase like that straight off the bat. You respond to him as you walk down the hall and into the kitchen, “Yeah, hello to you too.”

“Hi. I reiterate, please, fucking kill me.” He says more urgently, and you laugh again as you sit on a barstool at the kitchen island, “Okay, okay, I promise, I’ll kill you, after you tell me what’s wrong in the first place.” 

He then begins to recount the source of today’s misery, “I had that big appointment I told you about today, the guy who was dropping over a thousand dollars on the snake thing. I sent you the finished sketch the other day.” 

You hum in acknowledgment, knowing just what he was talking about. He was pretty jazzed about this one. The sketch was phenomenal, he poured a lot into it, and that amount of money for a single tattoo is nothing to sneeze at either. “Course, how could I forget?” 

“Well, for some reason my alarm didn’t wake me up this afternoon, so I woke up late and had to fucking run to get to the shop-” Yeesh, you wince slightly and continue to listen to him. 

“-I make it on time and start prepping and shit, whatever. Then this guy messages me like ‘Heyyy sorry, can we push back an hour?’ and that was kind of annoying, since I’d rushed over to the shop in this heat. However, I could stop rushing around right then, so I was like ‘Yeah it’s fine.’” 

“Alright.” You say quietly, following along, and he presses on, “Cuz what else am I gonna say? Obviously, I don’t want to miss out on that amount of money, so I take my time, finish prepping some stuff. I get the stencil ready, even have a chance to run out to get a drink and a sandwich. Everything is ready to go, but THEN-”

You bite your bottom lip to restrain another laugh, and he continues recounting his story, “-he asks for another two hours! I was like ‘Okayyyy, are you sure you can do this today?’ And he says ‘Totally, I’ll be there.’ So I have two walk-ins for piercings and that’s fine, then I kill time working on some other sketches.Then he texts me again and guess what it fucking says?” 

You can see where this is going, you say, “He cancels on you?”, at the exact same moment that he says, “He cancels on me!”

“Fucking unbelievable.” You sigh and he says, “It is! I had most of my shift blocked off for this guy, so now I can either hang around and hope for walk-ins or bail out. The whole day is basically a wash.” 

“Did he reschedule?” You ask, and he laughs bitterly, “Yeah, he did. Next fucking week.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Even though the way he complains is funny, the situation he found himself in was not, and you genuinely feel bad for him. “So, are you going to hang around or what?” 

“No, I don’t think so, I am not the only one here anyway. I stepped out to call you-” Another sigh, and you can picture him rubbing over his eyes and his hand slipping up into his hair. You swear you can feel his frustration over the line. 

“There are some other people here now that will get first dibs on walk-ins, they came in because I was supposed to be busy.” He finishes. 

You see an opportunity, a chance for you to help, you pose a question, “Well, how about you come over? We could get a pizza, maybe fuck it out if you are up for it?” 

He pauses for a moment before asking, “Oh my God, are you serious?”

You reach over to pluck a grape from your fruit bowl, rolling it in between your fingers as you respond, “Yeah! Let me salvage your night.” 

He confesses honestly, “Yes, please, I think I really do fucking need that.” 

“Of course, come on over.” You encourage, and he says, “I’ll be there within the hour. I gotta take my station apart and clean up before I leave.” 

“Take as long as you need, see you soon.” You trade good-bye’s, and hang up. Popping the grape into your mouth, you get off the stool and make your way to the bathroom, intent on showering before he comes over. 

True to his word, he arrives within the hour, you open the door and there he is, looking pretty beat.You feel bad as you let him in, even more determined to try and cheer him up. You lead him to the living room and once he is seated on your couch in the living room, you tell him, “Wait right there.” 

“I don’t think I could do much else.” He sighs, hands slipping behind his head as he leans back into the cushions.You walk away to head into the kitchen, and when you come back you are holding two bottles of beer. His brows raise, and you offer, “Want a beer?” 

“Oh yes, definitely.” One of his hands comes from behind his head and reaches out for it. Slipping the bottle into his waiting hand, you take the seat beside him on the couch. He takes a sip and almost moans as he pulls the bottle back, “Hice Pale Ale?” 

“It’s my favourite. I am not huge on beer, but having a few of these on hand in the fridge to crack open after a long day is a must.” You say with a shrug as you pull your phone out of your pocket, he praises, “And you go on about my good taste.” 

“Only because it’s true. So, what kind of pizza do you want? Once I have the order in, you can bitch about your day some more.” 

You decide on two wood fire pizzas from that nice pizzeria downtown; one classic pepperoni, the other margherita and phoned in the order. More venting ensues, and before you know it, you’re both one beer down and onto your second. The food arrives partway through the movie you put on. The pizza boxes are opened on your coffee table, you both just eat out of them, not bothering with plates. It tastes pretty amazing. You glance over as he gestures to the screen commenting on something, and actually smiling. You are glad to see his mood has lifted considerably. 

By the time the credits are rolling, you are in his lap, some mid-2000s song you’ve heard countless times but couldn’t name playing in the background. The make out you are engaged in is getting rather heated, you have one hand on the back of his neck, the other buried in his hair. His hands are settled on your hips, his fingertips starting to edge up underneath the hem of your tank top. Your tongue slips out of his mouth for a moment as you nip at his bottom lip, before pulling back, and asking quietly, “How are you feeling? Better?”

“Better than I was.” He admits with a half smile that could make you melt if you let yourself get too caught up. Pushing that thought away, you grind yourself down, feeling how hard he is under you, “Yeah? Because I was thinking of one other thing I could do to help cheer you up.” 

He responds by arching his own hips up to meet yours before prompting, “I’m listening.” 

“I was just thinking about how tragic it is that I never got to suck your dick last time, how about we fix that?” 

One minute later you are on your knees between his spread legs, your hair out of the way with him hot and hard in the palm of your hand. 

You’ve been wanting to do this since the very first picture he sent you. No, dying to. So you waste no time leaning closer to make first contact with your tongue. Your eyes are turned up to his face, determined to catch every little reaction. When you pass over his piercing you feel him tense slightly, noticing the shift in his eyes and the sharp intake of breath. Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Your lips lock around the head of his cock, and your tongue lathes over it slowly while it’s in your mouth. You suck lightly and pull off of him with a wet pop, teeth hooking onto well polished metal, and tugging on it slightly. 

A fond roll of his eyes as he huffs out, “Jesus, you love to play with that shit, don’t you?” 

“Call it a kink. I didn’t hear you complaining last time.” You muse before you start to slip him back into your mouth. He breathes, “I’m an asshole, not an idiot.” 

You’d laugh if your mouth wasn’t already occupied with more important matters. An amused exhale through your nose would have to do as you focus on sliding him deeper.

Now, sucking dick isn’t quite as complicated as eating pussy, other than utilizing an excess of spit, there are two very important factors that should not be forgotten. The first and most crucial is enthusiasm, the second is that every good blowjob should include more than just your mouth. You have hands, use them. The first time you get on your knees for someone is exciting, but usually you don’t have this much lead up. To say you are desperate to do this for him is a major understatement. You are utterly ravenous for it. In your opinion, the best head is sloppy, messy, and you enjoy it more than you have any real right to. The act of giving pleasure is one you partake in joyfully, so you never have to fake your enthusiasm. 

You take him halfway down his shaft before bobbing back up, lips now wrapped around the defined ridge where head meets shaft, you suck slowly as you pull up the rest of the way. Then you let your lips part and allow the veritable river of split you’ve been building up in your mouth run down over your fingers. You start to stroke, spreading the lube and coating him in the process, and with that done you can really settle in. Mouth and hand work in tandem, you stroke and suck, taking him as deep as you can with your hand around the base before moving back up again. 

You do this for around a minute before you decide to really try and wow him, you move your hand away, and take him to the base. As soon as you feel his tip touch the back of your throat, he moans in a way that makes you want to press your thighs together. Your gag reflex isn’t that much of a bother when you are motivated enough. You bob up and down a few more times, fucking the tight opening of your throat with the head of his dick. One of his hands grips the couch cushion beside him, and the other comes to the top of your head. He moans again, with an undercurrent of confusion, “What the fuck-” 

You will never get tired of his reactions. Swallowing around him, letting him feel that simple action in full, you are rewarded with a choked gasp; A sound that will haunt your dreams for many nights to come. He pushes back on your head until he pops out of your mouth, strands of your spit following the motion and your eyes locking on his flushed face as the wet leash connecting you to him breaks apart. Erik utters a breathless accusation, “Youuu majorly undersold your skills.” 

You cock your head and smile softly, a faux innocence in your tone as you ask, “Did I?” 

Your hand comes back up, fingers circle around his base, you spit into your other palm, then reach out and grip him. Starting to stroke firmly, causing him to inhale harshly, “Yes, Christ, you fucking did.” 

“Maybe.” You sigh, twist your wrist on the downstroke, and watch in amused interest as his upper lip twitches and his brow creases in response. You continue on to say, “I just think actions speak louder than words.” 

Your thumb swipes over his tip, catching the stray bead of pre-cum there, “Why blab on and on when it is so much more fun to get on my knees and just show you what I can do?” Your hand lifts to your mouth, your tongue flicks over the pad of your thumb briefly before you ask, “Can I get back to blowing you now?” 

He nods once, and you sink back down into it immediately, taking him back into your mouth in one smooth motion. Suddenly deep throating him again, he moans out, “Oh fuck-”

You don’t stop, alternating between fucking him into your throat and stroking his shaft with your lips wrapped around his head. You are relentless, eating up every reaction you draw from him, and filing it all away to masturbate to later in all honesty. Until a few minutes later, he is moaning your name as he cums into your mouth. 

You wait until he stops pumping out cum and the twitching subsides, when he sighs in relief you pull back to see his eyes are on you. Perfect. While he is looking at you, your mouth opens, showing off the pool of cum coating your tongue; Then you make a show of closing your lips and when you swallow him back, you show him your now clean tongue. 

The look on his face is priceless. You climb back onto the couch beside him as you ask, “Good?” 

You knew it was, but you liked this aspect of your relationship, being kind of dickish to each other. Erik is a sarcastic kind of guy, very funny, and you like giving it back to him. You are positive he likes it too. He scoffs, “Yeah, of course it was good.” 

“No jokes?” You inquire, and he laughs as he finishes putting himself away, “No, I don’t think I can pretend that was bad even for a joke, you nearly sucked the soul out of me.” 

You sigh, “Don’t worry, I’ll get it next time.” 

He hooks an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closer. You are reminded that he isn’t shy about his own cum when he initiates a kiss and his tongue slips into your mouth. Returning his affection with a moan is the most natural thing in the world, after all he is unfairly hot. He returns the favour, shows you that he is just as good with his hands as he is with his mouth. You end up cumming with two of his fingers buried inside you, grinding your clit against his palm, dizzy with pleasure. 

Erik leaves in a much better mood that night, and you were glad to help him out. The boost to your own mood was just a bonus. 

The next notable quality time you share is about two weeks later. It’s a hot day when you make the decision to drop in on him, since he mentioned that he was working. He was meant to be there to field walk-ins, so you decided to do the same. You’ve walked by this shop many times before you knew him; Had seen it in the many pictures and videos he sent you, too. But this is the first time you’ve actually been inside. You don’t arrive empty-handed though, you stride in with a smile and an iced coffee for him. 

The bell rings to signal your arrival, he looks up as you take your sunglasses off and place them on top of your head. He has surprise in his eyes, paired with a grin as he questions, “The fuck are you doing here?” 

You make your way over to him as you say, “I thought I’d be nice, bring you an iced coffee, help you cope with this hot ass day we are all suffering through.” 

Now close enough you place the iced coffee on the counter he is seated at, he picks it up and says, “Oh, and here I didn’t get you anything.” 

“I’m sure we’ll find a way to even the scales again.” You tease, leaning forward on your elbows. He leans nearer as he flirts back, “We always do.” 

He takes his first sip, and he sighs out, “God, that’s good, thanks.” You shrug with an easy, “Don’t mention it.” 

Erik asks, “Wanna sit behind the counter?”

You take him up on it, pulling over one of the cushioned stools on wheels. You sit down and ask, “What are you working on?”

“Trying to come up with my flash sheet to advertise, Friday the 13th is coming.” He sighs as he picks up his sketchbook and passes it over. You look over the half filled page as you say, “Oh yeah, cheap tattoo day, gotta be ready.” 

Your eyes scan over the themed sketches, admiring his work. After a minute, you ask, “Would it be weird to get a tattoo from you sometime?” 

He gives you a curious look, and he asks, “Why would it be weird? Because we fuck each other stupid like once a week?” 

You reply easily, “Uh yeah that’d be why. But hey, if you don’t think it’d be weird then I’ll take your word for it.” He already leaves the occasional hickey, what’s a more permanent mark between friends. A thought pops into your head, leading you to inquire, “Wait, did you ever do that?” 

“Do what?” He asked, and you responded, “Like tattoo a girlfriend or something before you broke up?” 

“Noooo, I have avoided that so far.” He admits with a laugh, shaking his head. You joke, “Oooh, fresh ground, virgin territory.”

“Such a freak.” He hums amusedly, and you double down, “Erik, you have to understand, this is very exciting for me.” 

“Adding corruption kink onto your ever-growing list, got it.” He holds his hand out to take his sketchbook back, you roll back on your wheeled stool, holding it out of reach, “I didn’t say I was done.” 

“Look as much as you want.” Erik drops his hand, and you go back to look down at his sketches. Staring down with great interest, and that is when you uncross your legs and lean back a little. 

He says your name and your eyes peek back over the edge of the book, “Yes?”

“Are you wearing anything under that sundress, orrr?” Erik asked, and you shook your head, confessing, “No I am not. Too hot, you know?”

“Too hot for panties?” He deadpans.

“I mean, it’s a black sundress, Erik! Yes, it is too hot for panties.” You defend, and he says, “No one made you wear black today.” 

“Rich coming from the guy whose closet is ninety-five percent black.” You quip, foot reaching out to nudge his black jean clad leg, you add on, “Besides, I thought you’d like it.” 

You spread your legs wider, his elbows come to rest on his knees, he leans forward. Watching his eyes drop significantly lower. He says, “I never said I didn’t like it.”  

 A bite your bottom lip before asking, “Well. Are you going to do something about it?” 

He does in fact do something. You get dragged enthusiastically into the very bathroom he took that first video for you, the door locked behind you faster than you could say a word. 

You are praying you can get this quickie done before anyone comes in, gripping the sink while his hands are on your body. The skirt of your sundress is bunched around your hips, and he is adjusting you, lifting one of your knees up onto the sink. Erik’s other hand is on your lower back, making sure he will be able to fuck you easily while he is standing behind you. Pressing himself against you, he slides easily as he grinds against you, and asks, “How are you this wet already?”

“Mighta edged myself in the bathroom of the coffee shop while they were making your order.” You admit, and he drags the tip of his dick up and down your slit, he spreads your wetness as he says, “I knew it, you planned this whole thing.” 

How can you be expected to do anything but capitalize on his impulsive nature? He slides into you, and you moan out, “Caaah-’nt help it-” 

He starts the pace out easy, sliding in and out of you slowly, and you revel in the stretch. You are content for this to be a quick and dirty fuck, and to see, secretly, if you could get home before all his cum runs down your thighs. 

Erik has other plans. He starts to adjust, shifting the angle just right. Your head turns up, looking into the mirror and meeting his eyes. Your eyes quietly questioning what he is doing, wondering why he isn’t railing the fuck out of you already, but the only warning he gives you is, “Wait, wait, hold on-” 

He fucks all the way in and strikes your G-spot so strongly, the stab of pleasure it delivers makes your back arch and punches the air out of your lungs. Your head barely misses hitting the mirror, “Oh fuck-”

“Therrrre it is!” He purrs. His hand that was on your lower back slides up, he grips the straps for leverage, and his other hand grips your hip firmly. You pant out, “You’re the wor-st, ha, you cocky fucking bastard-”

“Ready?” He asks in a sanguine way that blatantly ignores what you just said. Without waiting for your response, he sets a pretty brutal pace. 

He doesn’t stop, and it’s your turn to cum embarrassingly quick. You can thank the ten minutes worth of edging you gave yourself prior to this. It makes the climb scary quick, and you are totally helpless as he abuses your weaknesses with glee. Worst of all, you have no one else to blame but yourself for being so sexually open with him.

You claw at the sink while he pounds your orgasm out of you in five short minutes, biting your tongue so hard you worry you might draw blood. Barely managing to whine out an approximation of his name. Your walls spasm around his shaft as you ride out your orgasm, shuddering and gasping. Even after it ends, you are incapable of controlling the aftershocks. You only have to bear the overstimulation for a few minutes before he rushes out, “Fuck, gonna cum-”

He forces himself deep as he can one last time, reaching his own end and spilling inside of you; Your name staining his tongue. Your forehead touches the cool glass of the mirror, and you heave out a breath that fogs it up, mind glazing over yet still registering the sweat sticking to your skin.

When he pulls out, a rush of cum spills forth as opposed to a slow drip. You are a wreck, heaving and mostly supported by the sink. He asks, “You okay there?” 

You raise your head, eyes half lidded, and you moan out, “Soooo good.” 

He seems thoroughly amused, eyes raking over your form as you endure the aftershocks, the occasional twitches endlessly entertaining for him.  

“I’m gonna go make sure no one came in and heard you cum your brains out. Take a minute and clean yourself up, yeah?” He says far too breezily, he finishes securing his belt and unlocks the door. He leaves you there, cum staining your thighs and still reeling. Your mind drifts back to your previous conversation shared post-sex, the one revealing that you both were switches. Honestly, you do like rocking his shit, but there is something to be said for the times he flips it back and returns your ample efforts.

You do take the time to clean up and eventually you leave the bathroom to join him. He is sitting back behind the counter, pencil in one hand and iced coffee in the other. He looks far too normal, too put together. As if he didn’t just fuck you dumb in the bathroom. He is so attractive, it’s almost annoying. 

Erik doesn’t look up as he says, “Don’t worry. No one came in, so no one heard you.”

You come back to the counter and say, “Thank God. I was trying to be quiet, but someone wasn’t making it easy on me.” 

“Suuuure it’s all my fault that you couldn’t stop-” He starts mimicking your moans in an overexaggerated way, shifting in his chair and swaying back and forth in a jerky rhythm as if he were getting fucked. You laugh so hard you snort, hitting him on the shoulder, but he doesn’t relent. He only stops after you finally say, “Oh my fucking God, Erik!”

“Yeahhh-” He turns to look at you finally, “-you said that a few times too.” He says with a shit eating grin. 

You don’t linger much longer after that, you have a short conversation about texting to meet up again soon. As you are leaving, he calls out, “By the way, thanks again for the coffee.” 

“Anytime. Maybe you should swing by and visit me at work sometime.” You suggest, and you mean it. You slip your sunglasses back on as you leave.

[mei-mei-fics]

Maintenance

pairing: ceo!jeong jaehyun x afab!employee reader

synopsis: You worked at an extremely successful Marketing company in the big city of Chicago. Fresh out of college, you were able to land such a high paying job, just for it to not be enough for you. You valued the more expensive things in life, and there was only one man who could provide that for you, Jeong Jaehyun.

genre: angst + smut

wc: 8.4k

warnings: sugar daddy basically, heavy smut, cursing, smoking, cunnilingus, filthy talk, odd power dynamics, age gap, hint of misogyny, etc. just mature.

ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .*

You wanted a promotion. Scratch that. You needed this promotion. Anyone else would’ve been satisfied with the amount of money that you make. You’re only 25, working as a marketing consultant almost fresh out of college.

Simply put, you were very skilled in university and had amazing internship experience. It’s only been about two years of you at this South Korean-based company, its branches have finally reached the States, landing you a great opportunity to work in the big city of Chicago and be grateful enough to live alone.

But, even with the amazing pay and benefits the job comes with, you want more. You’re one to spoil yourself and live a luxurious life as a 25-year-old woman making more than the nation's average. You never came to work with your nails undone, a hair out of place. Instead, you came in the sleekest heels with the highest quality blouses and skirts. You catch eyes from all around when you step into the office. The men and women in every quarter acknowledge you daily.

“Y/N, I love your suit today.”

“Y/N, your purse is so beautiful, I wish my husband could afford that.”

“Your hair is always so beautiful, send me your stylist”.

Just several things you hear daily. However, your maintenance is becoming a bit too high. Your budgeting is shifting, and you’re beginning to realize that your maintenance can only be upheld with a higher salary. And what better way to do that? A raise simply wouldn’t cut it.

But, why not head for a position that offers 6 figures after the first year? Yes. You decided you were going to run for Vice President of Marketing Consulting at your company, that way with a little bit of the extra money, you can sit back and monitor everyone else in your company. You’ve always been one to express your opinion on anything going on, so why not get paid more for your input?

Applications were to have been submitted earlier this month, and of course, you were one of the first to get that done. Your boss, Jeong Jaehyun, has always praised that aspect of you. You never slacked or procrastinated, you’ve always shown that you were serious about your job and put in your best effort.

Earlier this month, you knocked on the door to his office, all the way on the 17th floor of the sky-rise building he owned. “Come in please.” you heard the assuring tone through the thick wooden doors. You pushed the golden handle and walked into the office, lit with beautiful warm lights, the room was filled with huge windows, cleaned twice a week per his request. Filing cabinets galore, the smell of coffee, and soft jazz music playing off his Alexa speaker. He acknowledged your presence once he heard the clacking of your heels approach further.

“Ah, Ms. Y/N, I almost forgot you were coming today. Is this your application?” He asked, motioning towards the portfolio in your hands. “Yes sir, I know we had about a week left to submit it, so I just needed to get this out the way.” You smiled softly, placing the portfolio in his hands. He nodded agreeing with your state, and gazed over the portfolio.

“You know, Y/N, you’re very brave for going after a position like this at such a young age, the competition won’t be light. What’s influencing you to go this route?” He asked like it was a simple question, setting your portfolio into a cabinet next to him, leaning back into his chair, cocking his head to the side.

He folded his hands over his lap, after motioning you to sit in the soft office chair across his desk. You cleared your throat, smoothing your skirt, sitting on the chair, and sitting up as straight as you could.

“Well, you see, I want to explore my expertise and bring everything I have to offer this job, Sir. I admire everything that goes on here and I would love to play a bigger role.” You said, in your soft but assuring voice. Even though what you said was truthful, you wanted it to sound more convincing than the tone that was coming out.

Jaehyun giggled slightly and put his head down facing his hands. Almost in disbelief. You cocked your head and furrowed your brows, genuinely trying to follow the actions of your supervisor. “Ms. Y/N, your answer sounds so rehearsed, it’s almost like you’re playing this out to be the interview,” he says calmly after regaining his breath from the laughter. “You’re young, you’re single, what business would somebody like you want going out to be the boss of a bunch of egotistical men? You’ll drain yourself by the time you’re 30.”

You furrow your lips into a tight line and try to suppress a sigh. He was right. These men don’t want to be bossed around by a woman like you. At least not in this setting. Will you even be taken seriously? Will people acknowledge you as a higher-up? You’re as old as some of these men’s daughters. Would it be selfish to take this opportunity from another person who might need this money?

“I need the money Mr. Jeong.” you finally caved in. It sounded almost disappointing that you were admitting to such a thing. Jaehyun’s eyes dropped as well as his smile. He looked down a bit awkwardly, almost like he said something offensive, and realized the severity of the situation.

A few moments pass, and he inhales a breath before leaning in closer over the table. “Excuse my ignorance Ms. Y/N, but every day you come into the office looking like a model. It sounds a little cliche and inappropriate coming from your boss, but your documents tell me you’re single and live comfortably, your salary pay is above average, your hair is never out of place, and you drive a 2024 Hyundai outside, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re doing perfectly fine.” It sounded like a lecture in all honesty.

He was right, you were doing amazing on your own, and you could afford almost anything comfortably. You’re being greedy, at least that’s what you felt Jaehyun was portraying. You shook your head in acknowledgment of his words. “Yes sir, my mistake. I’ll withdraw my application.” you caved in, too afraid to look him in the eyes. You slowly began to rise from the chair, noticing your vision began to get a little blurry from the tears threatening to fall.

“Ms. Y/N.” his voice came out sharp, but not harsh, as he also arose from his chair. He looked at you with the same soft gaze as before, you blinked a few tears back and met his eyes. “Yes sir?”

“Do you have any plans tonight?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Why could he possibly need to know that? Your eyes told it all, but he still wanted to hear you.

“Uh. Well, no sir I’m not. May I ask why? Do you need me to stay after today?” you asked with a confused pitch in your voice. It almost came off as a bit rude some may argue, but with Jaehyun being your higher-up, the idea of him seeing his past work hours is as rare as a blue moon.

It’s understandable why your mind is racing accordingly. “I want to see your apartment,” he said ever so bluntly. “I want to see how you live, I want to make sure the assumptions I’m dropping on you are correct.” he continues, crossing his arms. Is he trying to intimidate you? Because if he is, it’s working.

You cleared your throat once again and shook your head in approval. You stood straight up, raising your head higher and forcing a small smile, to distract him from your nervousness. “Oh. Well, I guess that’s okay. I’ll have to clean a bit, but I could see you for company tonight around maybe 8?” your voice was as convincing as a 5-year-old who broke something and pretended to be oblivious.

“Great. It’s a date. See you tonight Ms. Y/N.” he smiled again finally since his laughing fit, of course, his dimples on display for your eyes. “Yeah, a date.” you blushed like an idiot, before collecting yourself, clacking your heels as you almost sped walk to his door. The sigh of relief that left you after closing his door was almost as loud for anyone passing to hear.

“Fuck.” you cursed to yourself.

8:33 PM

A sudden knock approached the door of your apartment. You arose from your on the couch, wearing a matching lounge set with your Ugg slippers, going to the door. You gazed out the peephole to be met with the familiar face of your boss. You took a deep breath, wiping your hands on your top, alleviating the sweat that was building, opening the door. On the other side, Jaehyun stood in all his glory. Black slacks, a loose white button-up, and his hair a bit more ruffled than how he usually maintains it.

“Good evening Ms. Y/n.” he smiled.

“Good evening Mr. Jeong”. You responded breathlessly. He looked handsome, no denying that. Even though it's obvious he's just gotten through with the workday, he seems more relaxed and approachable.

“May I come in?” he asked, hand motioning towards the door frame. “It’s getting kind of cold out here, I left my blazer in the car,” he explained with a shy smile, dimples coming to display.

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry.” you nodded stepping to the side and allowing the man to enter. He slipped off his work loafers and laid them neatly down by the front door. His eyes browsed around the living space with a grin creeping.

Your apartment was warm, with beige walls, paintings gracing the walls, vases filled with plants, a nice big rug, and even some figurines of your favorite niches laid around the hard surfaces.

“Your apartment smells nice.” Jaehyun acknowledged before having a seat on your cremé colored couch. “It’s almost exactly how I could've imagined it to be Ms. Y/N.”

You bit back on your lip nervously, before walking to finally sit on the opposite end of your couch. Your eyes were too shy to meet your boss’s gaze. Of course, you've had men over, even though it wasn't a lot of men, you're not a stranger to having the presence near you.

But, your handsome, respectful, polite boss, who seemed to never have a social life outside of his job? In your humble abode? Wow. It’s like having a first date all over again. Your train of thought was gone before he ever stepped in, barely being able to focus on anything that was not his looks. Reality snapped back at you when you felt a piercing gaze hit the right side of your body. It’s only then you remember that he bestowed a compliment upon you.

“Oh, right yes thank you. Sorry, I just blanked out for a minute.” you rambled out quickly before turning your body to face his direction. “Uhm, I’m sorry I’m so rude. Would you like anything to drink or eat? I have fruit and uhm alcohol, maybe a glass of wine I…”

“Just a bottle of water if you have it Ms. Y/N”. he interrupted with a soft giggle. He glanced over again to your kitchen area filled with a neat array of decor and fine china peering through the glass cabinets. “You know, even I don’t have any dishes that fancy in my house. Do you ever have guests over?” he questioned.

You stood up from your seat keeping your head down as you walked into your kitchen, opening the fridge and retrieving a bottle of water. “Oh, I don’t have many guests over at all, I just like to keep pretty things you know,” you admitted in an assuring tone before walking back to hand the bottle to him. “Also, outside of work, you don’t have to call me ‘Ms.’” you told him a bit quietly, you made sure your tone wasn’t coming off in a rude manner of course. “Just Y/N will suffice now.”

Jaehyun’s smile grew right before your eyes, his hand lightly grasping the bottles as his fingers hovered over yours for a brief moment. “Okay Y/N, well then maybe with this new comfortability we’re coming to, it'll be easier to talk to you about this situation I had in mind.” Jaehyun opened the bottle and took a quick swig of the water before placing it down on the coffee table in front of him.

You blushed like a fucking fool at the slight touch the man laid on you, staring at him a bit too hard watching him drink the water. How did he make such a simple action look so erotic?

You gulped slightly before going back to your original position on the couch to face him. “Uhm, okay well what did you want to talk to me about sir?” you cocked your head to the side laying your curious expression on him.

Jaehyun took one last slip of the water again, before letting out a sigh of satisfaction. He shifted his body towards you while he cleared his throat. “To put it simply, I think it would be extremely ignorant and difficult for me to give you that promotion.”

“Some people have been with the company longer and have more experience in that field than you do Y/N. It wouldn’t be fair for them, and I don’t want to damage my credibility”. He simply spewed out the statements as if it wasn’t one of the worst things you could’ve heard.

Your head naturally fell at his words. He was right. No need to argue, plead, or beg. Nothing. It was the undoubtable truth. Facts that have been proven time and time again. Still, the tears in your eyes welled and your expression fell. God, can a girl just get a little fucking help? You don’t ask for much, all you want to do is just spend the money you make as lavishly as you can.

You work like a dog and spend like a queen, it’s not like you expect all this to just be handed to you. You deserve more and you always tell yourself that. The frustration was becoming too much for you. Tears fell slowly but silently.

“Y/N, I understand how difficult this is for you. As your higher-up, I want to offer you another solution to your problem.” Jaehyun said barely above a whisper leaning closer to you, laying a soft hand on your thigh.

The sudden motion caught you off guard looking at his hand. You wiped your face with the back of your hand before looking up to meet his eyes. You stared at him with a small sense of hope wondering before you what his solution could be. “Maybe, I could sponsor you Y/N,” he suggested softly.

The stare on your face was as blank as a damn white sheet of paper. What? What does he mean by sponsoring you? “Like, a sugar baby?” you asked dumbfounded. He sighed softly before closing the gap between you two even more.

“I don’t like that term, I don’t expect the sex or forcing you into doing anything like that. I just, you’re very pretty Y/N. Simply, I’m drawn to how you present yourself. I can’t express to you how good it would feel to be the man who bought all the things you wore.”

He whispered gently interlacing his hands into yours. His thumb graced the back of your hand as he looked into your expression. “You would look so pretty in the clothes that I buy you and the jewelry I pick out for you. You’d look so pretty just for me.” he continued out trying to get a read on your face.

You blinked back the rest of the tears and held his hand a little tighter. Your lips curved slightly to give him a weak smile and meet his eyes finally. “Well, what would you like in return Mr. Jeong?” you asked softly. To be honest, as handsome as your boss is, you’ve never been the type to see him in such a romantic aspect, at least not yet.

You don’t know exactly how far you’re willing to go in your agreement. Jaehyun’s head turned to the side to stare at you with his attentive eyes. “That’s up to you really Y/N. Just show me that you’re appreciative of what I’m doing for you. Give me your attention. It’ll be enough for me.” he told you in all his honesty.

Jaehyun was like most men in his field. Lonely. Whether they were married in loveless relationships, or divorced and used for others' advantages, Jeong Jaehyun had nobody outside of work. Other than his other extremely rich male friends, they’re always boasting about having sugar babies or models that they spoil.

Some say it’s pathetic, but for Jaehyun, it’s perfect for him. He’s not asking for devotion or a relationship. Just some time. Just some affection. And in return, he’d do what he could to keep you as happy as you made him. Is that so bad?

You nodded understandably. Giving off a small smile you tugged gently on Jaehyun’s hand, squeezing it before meeting his gaze. “I think this is something I’d be interested in Mr. Jeong,” you assured him. Your tone was soft and gentle, but warm and assuring. This is what you want. Money. Spoiling. Gifts. And best of all, the price was your choice. Be respectful and kind, and he’ll do whatever you wish for. This is a dream coming true for you.

Jaehyun’s smile was bright and tender. He acknowledged your words, taking your cheek and cupping it in his hand gently. “I appreciate you so much Ms. Y/N. We can discuss any rules or suggestions you have at any time. You have my number, I’ll be in touch with you.” he stated.

He stood up gently, dusting himself off and grabbing the water bottle you issued to him earlier. “I better get going, I do have a pretty lady to work with early tomorrow morning and I wouldn’t miss that for anything in the world.” he teased jokingly, obviously the pretty lady in question being you.

You stood up as well, shaking your head. “Your flirting is crazy Mr. Jeong.” you softly chuckled, leading him towards the door to your apartment and opening it. “I’ll see you tomorrow sir, please be safe.” you issued your farewell respectfully. Jaehyun made his way towards the door, stopping in the frame to lay a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Like I said Ms. Y/N, I’ll be in touch. Goodnight,” he whispered before heading out the door of your apartment.

You closed the door softly. You sighed to yourself and began to think about everything happening. Your heart was fluttering and your head spun with all the possibilities that could take place with you and your boss. Letting your imagination run free, the rest of the night went by swiftly as you went to bed for your nightly rest.

9:14 AM

The following morning, you enter your cubicle in the office building like usual. Your hair in its signature style, wearing your favorite perfume, and a soft gloss complimenting your complexion. You began the day with a hot caramel-flavored coffee at your side as you typed away at your computer, answering emails and looking at logs and dates for the future. A ring on your cellphone shortly came after some time into your work. The contact was labeled no other than “Mr. Jeong.”

You smiled and took a soft breath before answering it, voice quiet as you didn’t want to distract any of your colleagues. “Hello?”

“Ms. Y/N, could you drop by my office today? I wanted to discuss something regarding our agreement,” he responded softly into the phone. His voice was warm, as per usual. However, hearing it over the phone now with your new arrangement exudes a new feeling in you. Something sudden and seductive.

You slid out of your chair and walked quickly to the office of Jaehyun’s, knocking a few times before you heard his voice telling you to come in. You walked into the office with a bright smile on your face before sitting in front of him in the guest chair. “Good morning Mr. Jeong.” you beamed.

Jaehyun’s dimples were on display, smiling at your presence. He looked at your outfit, your blouse a soft pink shade today with a black pencil skirt. “Good morning Ms. Y/N, you look beautiful today. As you always do.” he complimented casually. “I called you in because I wanted you to read over this, Tell me what you think.” his hands went to his printer, and a few sheets of paper came out.

He grabbed the warm stack of papers and stapled them together before placing them in front of you. The title of the documents is labeled as “contract.” You cocked your head to the side before skimming through the items.

Contract

This document reads the legal terms allowed between the pair of Y/N L/N and Jeong Jaehyun. In regards to the limits, expectations, and direct references of their relationship….

As you read on, a few things caught your attention. “Details of our relationship will not be discussed with colleagues or anyone in our team.” Understandable. “If either factor in the pair decides to leave the agreement, the contract will still uphold any rules regarding discussion of the relationship.” Okay, so basically an NDA right? But the major rule highlighted caught your attention.

“This pair will not conduct any exclusive activities of a relationship, including but not limited to being officially boyfriend and girlfriend, marriage, or sex.”

Your eyes opened widely. Jaehyun took notice of the action, leaning into your gaze. “Anything wrong?” he asked, furrowing his brows. You blinked a few times before clearing your throat and meeting his gaze. “No! Nothing's wrong at all sir. It’s perfect how well thought out this is.” you perked giving an awkward smile. Everything in the agreement was understandable.

You memorized everything that stood out and narrowed your options. “So, everything here is just for legal purposes I assume?” you ask tilting back up to acknowledge Jaehyun.

He nodded accordingly. “Just in case we have any issues since we’re in a work setting, I don’t want to risk being sued or ridiculed in case something happens. Not that it will, but I’m just being smart,” he assured. He rummaged in a cup, hanging you a black pen. “I’ve already signed here, sign down here on the line. You can keep that copy, I’ll just have to copy it in the machine before you go.” he motioned towards the red line. Above, was his signature acknowledging he agreed to all terms of the contract.

You took the pen from his grasp, wrote your signature on the line, and handed him the sheet to copy. He smiled softly, slipping the paper into the copier machine, and faxing out more sheets. He handed you the original copy with your signature. “Thank you. Here’s your pen.” you handed the item back to him with a soft grin, awaiting his response.

He smiled, softly removing the pen from your grasp and setting it back. “Now, Y/N I wanted to show you a bit of my appreciation for signing up to do this.” he began gently, he dipped down under his desk revealing a sleek black shoebox. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped, covering your lips before a gasp could escape. The box read “YSL.” You shook your head and extended your hand out. “Mr. Jeong, I can’t accept this, I don’t even buy this for myself.” you began protesting politely.

His eyebrows furrowed as he shrugged his shoulders. “That’s the point Ms. Y/N. Allow me to buy these things for you.” He extended his arms over the desk, hinting for you to open the box. You reluctantly slipped your hands over the item, lifting the black lid. Inside the box held the sleekest kitten heel with gold YSL embellishment on the center.

You looked up to him with the brightest smile you’ve ever worn in that office. “Mr. Jeong, I appreciate this so much. I can’t believe you did this, I’m so thankful,” you repeated. Your voice was laced with excitement and gratitude and it exuded something Jaehyun, something that he knew he needed to see more of.

“Try them on love.” he insisted, his tone sultry as his voice barely became above a whisper. He lifted from his seat walking over to you. He spun you lightly in the chair to face him. He took the box and got down on one knee in front of you. You weren’t wearing your stockings today, as you had on a long pencil skirt. His hand gently caressed your bare leg lifting to his chest. He gently slipped the black flat off your foot, replacing it with the heel, repeating the same step for the other leg.

His touch was gentle, warm, and seductive. It was enough to spark that rare feeling of excitement and lust in you. This contract would be dreadful if he continued these actions with you. How could he ever expect that you wouldn’t want to have sex with him? Jaehyun looked as if he was constructed to be God’s favorite. His skin was clear and bright. His hair is thick and full of body. The dimples balanced his masculine appearance so well, that his body was toned perfectly. Everything was perfect about him. Sexually endearing.

Jaehyun gazed upon you carefully eyeing every ounce of you. How your hair was always neatly styled. How your makeup was soft and warm, your lips always a perfect shade of nude or glossed. Your eyes are soft and endearing. He knew exactly what he was doing when he was writing that contract. He knew exactly why he had to emphasize a no-sex clause. He wouldn’t be able to get enough of you.

You stood up from the chair taking a few steps in the heel. They were surprisingly very comfortable, even though you were good at walking in heels, you weren’t a stranger to the occasional pain they caused. Jaehyun lifted off the floor, tossing your black flats into the box before he bestowed it under his desk. He took you by the waist encouraging you to face him.

“I saw these in the store months ago and they did remind me of you.” he began as he inched closer to your face. His gaze trailed from your beautiful bright eyes down to your slightly exposed collarbone. “I couldn’t help myself from getting these for you once I found out you wanted to partake in this sponsorship,” he whispered.

You met his gaze shyly before giggling a bit to yourself subconsciously. “Thank you, Mr. Jeong. I’ll wear them as often as I can.” you continued. His gaze on you was dangerous. He was locked in, to say the least. The space between you two was slim to none, not that either of you mind. Your chest was to his as his lower body pressed closer against you.

“I want to see you in everything I get you more often,” he explained with a soft smile. His breath hitched gently as he felt the erotic feeling growing in his pants. Once he noticed it he politely turned away, pulling his touch away from you. He walked back over to the seat on his desk.

“You should get going Ms. Y/N, I’m sure your colleagues are wondering about your whereabouts.” he insisted with his regular tone of voice once again. You were caught off guard, but you decided not to overstep. You nodded your head shyly before walking to the door to exit. “Thank you, Mr. Jeong. I’ll see you soon.” you kindly bid your farewell before you are caught off guard once again by him saying your name.

“Yes sir?” you asked while your body stood in the door frame. “Please lock the door on your way out,” he answered as steadily as his voice allowed him to. Your eyes widened slightly but you didn’t refrain from doing what he said. Exiting the door, you made sure to twit the lock to the left heading back to your seat.

After the door locked, Jaehyun unbuckled his pants grabbing out his hard length. He wrapped his large rough hand around his dick and began pumping slowly and tightly. Only one thing on his mind. You.

“Mm… fuck Y/N.” escaped his lips countless amounts of times. For the record, no one saw him for the rest of that morning.

A few weeks pass of Jaehyun texting you and calling you every few days of the week. Usually, these conversations consisted of asking about each other's day, asking you about your favorite colors and sizes in clothes, and occasionally venting from both parties. When you came to your cubicle in the office, breakfast, and coffee would be waiting there for you. When you came home from work, a package from designer brands or flowers wrapped outside would be awaiting at your door frame. Messages would be attached to each gift from none other than Jaehyun of course.

“Saw this and it reminded me of you love.”

“Show me how this fits today Y/N.”

“You look so pretty in this love.”

All signed by J.JH. When it was time for a fill-in for your nails, Jaehyun would pick which color and design he would want you to wear, which you didn’t mind because coincidentally you both had similar tastes. When you wanted to go to the salon for a treatment or new style, he always sent double the amount that was needed. He loved spoiling you. He loved seeing you dolled up for him. And all you did in return was send him photos of you in everything he put you in.

When he bought you that new blazer for work, you wore it the next day. Every salon appointment, you flooded his messages with pictures of results. Even when you got your toes done, you sent him pictures of everything. The flowers he sent were watered daily in your apartment. You were truthfully grateful and appreciative of the life he was providing for you.

What did Jaehyun think of all this? It turned him on. Every picture flooded and his phone was immediately saved to his camera roll. He scrolled through your chats every night before bed, and every morning when he woke up. The smile on your face, the glow on your skin, and the perfume you wore were all caused by him. You were his. His muse, his doll, everything he needed. You were so kind and willing to show how much he was appreciated. The fact that he easily made you feel so loved and cared for was heaven to him.

9:59 PM

It was a Saturday night, you had the whole weekend off. You were sat in a red satin robe and some fuzzy slippers Jaehyun bought you a few weeks ago, in the living room of your apartment eating dinner while watching your favorite Netflix series. You were awaiting a package that Jaehyun alerted you about earlier in the week. It was supposed to have arrived last night but got delayed due to the weather. A message pinged your phone, checking the notification it was from Jaehyun.

Mr. Jeong❤️: hey beautiful girl, check outside your door now.

Mr. Jeong❤️: your package said it arrived about 5 minutes ago, send me pictures whenever you try it on <3.

You texted back an “okay❤️,” before jumping out of your seat to your front door. You opened the door and grabbed the package that was set directly outside. Bringing it into the house, you cut open the box to see that a pink and white striped box was inside. Victoria Secret. Your eyes widened. Jaehyun never bought you lingerie. Nothing even close. Your hands trailed over the box lifting the lid to see exactly what was graced inside.

White and lacy bra and panties set with laced socks to match. The bra was embroidered with gold clips adjustment straps and a bow directly between your cleavage. It was undoubtedly the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. You checked the back of the panties, it was a cheeky style. You took the item with you into your bedroom slipping it onto your body.

You went to the mirror and stared at yourself. You decided to keep your hair down and not put on any makeup since you were just going to send him a picture of your body. The lingerie hugged your curves perfectly and the white and gold contrast brought out your skin tone beautifully. You laid back in the bed and began posing seductively taking a plethora of photos to send to Jaehyun.

You: [sent 6 attachments]

You: wow, I can’t believe how pretty this is, thank you❤️.

10:23 PM

Jaehyun’s phone dinged. He was sitting on his balcony in a relaxed white tee and sweatpants smoking a cigarette while listening to his playlist off his speaker. He checked the phone and saw the pictures you blessed his phone with. His breath hitched as his heartbeat grew faster. He examined each picture slowly analyzing every inch of your body. He examined how your breasts sat perked in the bra. How glowy the white lace made your skin pop. How the thin lace barely covered your nipples.

Mr. Jeong❤️: I’m otw.

It sounded like a threat in all honesty. Jaehyun hadn’t been to your apartment since the day he proposed the sponsorship idea. Your mind was foggy. What do you do? What was he going to do to you? Would he finally break what’s in the contract? After pondering for a few moments, you hopped out of the bed and went into your bathroom. You graced a soft amount of makeup enhancing your features just in case he planned to fuck you. Finally.

Your mind raced vigorously taking in all the possibilities of what he could do to you. Would he be big? Would he tease you? The possibilities were endless. After popping a few dabs of blush and lipstick on, you grabbed your robe and pulled it around your skin. You headed towards your mirror taking more seductive pictures to send to him. If he was already feeling the pressure of wanting to fuck you, you wanted to grow that desire as much as you could before he got there.

You: [sent 4 attachments]

You: I hope u like these too :)

As Jaehyun was rushing out of his home, he checked the mirror pictures you sent him. His pants were tightening every second as he stared at you. You were enticing to him. There wasn’t a part of you that he didn’t feel enamored by, physically and emotionally. Your personality was sweet and polite. But your body was the sexiest thing he could ever lay his eyes on.

Mr. Jeong❤️: fuck the contract.

He jumped into his car and sped to your apartment. He knew your addresses by heart now making the 20-minute drive into 10 minute one. He arrived shortly knocking at your door.

You jumped up from your space in the bed strolling over to the door. As you opened it, Jaehyun’s presence filled the door frame eyeing you. His eyes were dark and hooded, his chest heaved up and down like he was out of breath. “Hello Mr. Jeong!” you greeted innocently with a smile. He smiled softly sizing you up and down. The way your body was out almost completely on display for him caught him in a trance. “Hello Y/N. May I come in?” he asked calmly. You moved to the side allowing him to step into your space, closing and locking the door behind you.

“What brings you here so late?” you asked curiously walking over closer to engulf his frame. He held you closely by your naked waist staring at your frame. “I had to see how beautiful my baby looked tonight,” he whispered inching dangerously close to your lips. Your eyes fluttered allowing him to grow closer, lips barely touching his. Your breath hitched at the contact.

“I look this beautiful just for you sir,” you whispered seductively against his lips. Jaehyun closed his eyes and crashed his lips against yours passionately. His grip on your waist tightened, causing him to pull you against his lower half. The friction between his body and yours created a hot sensation between you too. The tension in the room thickens. The sound of each other's lips smacking against each other filled the room.

You melted into the kiss yearning more for his touch. You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning gently at the friction he was creating by grinding your hips onto his erection. “M-Mr. Jeong,” you gasped between kisses trying to catch your breath. He ignored you. He completely took over your body, engulfing you in a deeper and longer kiss.

“Your bedroom, now,” he commanded. His voice was hoarse and breathing heavy. He only released you enough to have you lead him towards your room. He kept his hands close to your waist as you led the way. “Mr. Jeong, the contract what’ll happen if we break it?” you questioned stopping in your tracks as you stood in your doorframe. His eyes were still filled with lust, but his touch was reassuring and warm.

“We can worry about that later, we both want this. Don’t you Y/N?” he asked gently. His hands interlocked his fingers into yours, rubbing warm circles with his thumbs. “I do, but I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” you continued quietly. He nodded pulling you into your bedroom and having you both stand adjacent to your bed. He finally let go of your waist staring down at your frame.

“Get down,” he commanded with a low and stern voice. You looked up with eyes widened in shock. You slowly got down onto your knees keeping direct eye contact with him. You kept your head tilted up as Jaehyun brought his hand to cup your cheek. He softly stroked your face with his thumb examining your soft features.

“You’re so pretty baby,” he whispered daringly. He pressed his thumb to your lips pulling them slightly ajar. “Open your mouth,” Jaehyun smirked watching as you obeyed him instantly. You maintained eye contact surprisingly not breaking at the dominance he reigned over you. He leaned down slowly spitting into your mouth catching you off guard. He watched as you reluctantly swallowed the drop he laid into your mouth, smirking at your reaction. “Such a good girl for me,” he cooed strumming your face.

You blushed at his actions feeling slightly embarrassed by how you could easily succumb to his wants. But, you couldn’t deny how much his dominance turned you on. The wetness pooling from your core was more than enough evidence. You slowly raised your hand up to his bulge poking through his sweats, palming everything Jaehyun had to offer.

He hissed loudly at the abrupt touch, grabbing your wrist. “Not yet baby,” he warned sternly jerking your hand away from his length. You whined annoyed at his actions. “Why not?” you questioned cocking your head up to him. He smirked at your whining, amused by how much audacity you had. “Because baby, we’ve established already who’s in control here haven’t we?” he asked rhetorically. He simultaneously pulled his sweatpants and black boxers down to his ankles, letting his erect length spring into the air.

It took everything in you not to gasp his size. You didn’t expect him to be so thick, his tip red and leaking with pre-cum. He stilled his hand under your chin, using his other hand to pump his length in front of you. Jaehyun moaned softly as he noticed you staring at him masturbating. It was hot. How infatuated you were with his body. How enticing it was for him to see you so needy and weak for him. He barely touched you, yet he knew how much of a hold he had on you. “Do you see what you do to me baby?” he hissed stroking himself faster.

“Seeing you get so pretty for me, how you always smell so good. How do I get to spoil you and nobody else? How you listen to me and be so good to me, it turns me on so much having a good pretty girl like you,” he praised breathing heavily in between each stroke. Jaehyun was covered already in a thin coat of sweat and his deep baritone voice laced your ears with pleasure. You wanted nothing more but to show him your appreciation thoroughly, how wonderful he made you feel.

You slowly grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm that cuffed his length directly into your mouth. He moaned hazily at the contact of your wet and warm mouth around his cock. He threw his head back instantly. Jaehyun watched as you took him all the way engulfing his length. He struggled to keep a steady breath or a calm face. Only shaky moans escaped his lips and the furrowing of his brows took over.

He scrunched his face in pleasure, taking the back of our head and bucking his hips roughly into your mouth. Gagging and humming filled the air as saliva drooled over your chin. He rutted against your mouth at a faster pace as you struggled trying to keep up with his desires. “Fuck baby,” he hissed lowly. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum in this pretty mouth of yours,” he warned cupping the back of your head with both strong hands now.

Your eyes were welling with tears as the back of your throat became tense and sore. He was being so rough with you. Like you were just a toy he could fool with and use for his sole pleasure. But essentially that’s what you were to him. A beautiful, loving, fuck toy. Just his. Only his. You hummed gently around his dick causing vibrations to hit around his entire length.

His eyes shut tightly before you felt a trickle of warm salty liquid fill your mouth. You struggled to swallow it, as his length was still fully engulfed into your mouth. He gently pulled away from your lips, wiping your soaking mouth dry with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry I was so rough Y/N,” he whispered timidly strumming your warm cheeks. “Are you okay?”

You nodded assuringly giving a small smile. “I’m okay Mr. Jeong, I promise.” You slowly rose from your knees making your way to sit on your bed. Your robe was slipping, your knees aching from sitting on the floor. Jaehyun eyed you, looking at how gorgeously the sweat from your head caused your hair to stick to your skin. Your shoulder and torso are exposed from the poorly secured robe you adorned.

“Baby,” he whispered walking to sit on the bed adjacent to you. You cocked your head up, noticing how closely he was inching towards your face. He slipped your robe off your shoulders, gently wrapping his arms around you again. You giggled noticing he still had on his shirt. Tugging at it gently you looked into his eyes. “Take this off for me Mr. Jeong,” you politely asked with a kind smile and pleading eyes.

He immediately obeyed doing just as you asked, removing his shirt in one swift motion. He pushed you gently having your back laid against the bed, as she hovered over you. He placed his knee gently before your wet clothed core. “You drive me so crazy Y/N,” he confessed as he placed open wet kisses across your neck.

You moaned softly at the sensation. His lips were soft yet filled with so much passion and force. His fingers laced around your throat squeezing lightly at the sides of your neck. His knee slowly dragged between your legs feeling how soaked your pussy is. “Wow baby, you’re this wet for me already? Were you thinking about how well I was going to fuck you, my love?” he rhetorically asked grinding his knee deeper between your clit.

You nodded your head obeying his words. You gasped as his grip tightened. “Yes, yes sir! I’ve been thinking about you fucking me for weeks. I want you so bad Mr. Jeong sir,” you screamed out each word as he deliberately kissed your rougher down between your cleavage. Jaehyun chuckled in amusement at your confession, placing your legs over his hips. He slipped your white panties to them staring at your seeping core.

“Yeah, baby? You thought about me taking care of you like this?” he questioned before slipping one of his long slender fingers inside of you, curling it feeling the inside of your walls. You arched your back in pleasure as your thighs shook at the feeling. He was already setting you off the edge, hardly even touching you.

Jaehyun watched as you squirmed beneath his touch, the feeling of wanting to completely ruin you was taking over him. Corrupting your perfect body, fucking you like the spoiled slut you were for him. His eyes were fluttering from the intense feeling building inside him. He sat on his knees pulling his finger out of you harshly, causing a whine of ache to escape from you.

“You’re such a good girl. Always showin' off for me,” he whispered looking dead into your eyes as he pumped his cock once again. “You’re so beautiful in this lingerie I bought you,” he continued. “Take your panties off for me darling,” he commanded quietly. You nodded profusely as you slipped the material off your thighs. He took the panties from your hand and swiftly threw them into the pile of clothes that he left on your floor.

You laid there half-naked just for him to explicitly see you. “Spread your legs and lift them for me.”

The command was so vulgar and dirty. He knew he had so much control over you. You’d do anything he said, anything he could ever ask for. You were obligated to. You were his.

You did as he commanded, legs up having your heat out for display. Jaehyun stared down at your wet cunt, dripping in arousal just for him. His gaze made his way back to your doe eyes. He hovered gently over you to lay a soft kiss on your beautiful lipstick-smudged lips before he rammed into you.

Your back arched instantaneously at the abrupt contact, you screamed out a long pleasure-filled moan as your arms flew to cling onto Jaehyun’s broad back. “Mr. Jeong please!” you begged. Jaehyun began to ram into you at a steady and deep pace, kissing down your neck in an attempt to calm you down.

You were anything but calm. The pleasure was immense. The speed was perfect. He stretched you out so well and filled you perfectly. The pleasure overthrew the pain by miles, it was incomparable to anything you’ve ever felt before.

Jaehyun himself was struggling to keep his composure as well. He was extremely vocal about how good you felt, groaning at every clench your body made. He thrusted deeply into your core causing waves of pleasure to take over him. “Mr. Jeong,” you breathed out weakly, “I-i can’t take it sir,” you complained out. He gripped his strong hand around your neck once more forcing your lips to meet his.

He kissed you deeply muffling your moans and your comments. “You can take whatever I give you baby,” he replied between your sunken wet kisses. He trusted faster into you, causing your face to scrunch up. “See baby? You’re taking it so well, you’re doing so good. Such a good girl for me. My pretty baby…” Jaehyun praised you every single moment he could. This was no exception.

You clenched around him so tightly, that he felt every inch of you. You didn’t run away from the love he was making for you, you were perfect for him. A warm and tight knot formed in your stomach. The sensation caused you to dig deeper, scratching red lines deep into your boss’s back. “Mr. Jeong, I think I’m going to cum, it feels too good!” you exclaimed again, your voice cracking and toes curled in the sensation he was causing you.

Jaehyun grabbed your hips holding you down as he somehow was able to ram into you faster, causing screams from the both of you. His body was covered in sweat. His abs glisten before your eyes, his head thrown back as every inch of his manhood disappears deep into your core. “Take it, baby, take it so well, I’m gonna cum with you,” he praised his voice deep and laced with passion.

After a few more deep thrusts, you felt your cum drip down your thighs. Your cheeks were red and flush, sweat covered your entire body. Curses fled from your mouth as you chased your high. Jaehyun was far from composed. He was a sweaty mess. He managed to pull out just in time before exploding over your abdomen.

He collapsed next to your body, breathing heavily. Jaehyun ran his fingers through his drenched and sweat-filled hair, turning to face you. You managed to cool off enough to meet his gaze and chuckle softly at him. “What was all that for Mr. Jeong?” you teased eyeing the tired man. He chuckled softly blinking a few times at you. “You deserved it silly,” he replied simply.

You shook your head not following what he meant. “I don’t know what you mean sir?”You propped your body up enough to rest your head on the palm of your hand. Jaehyun stared at you in silence for a few moments, taking in everything about you thinking to himself. “My job is to take care of you every way I can. You’re a bit high maintenance you know that Y/N?” he retorted softly engaging his attention on you.

“Ouch.” you fake winced at his words. Jaehyun smiled cheekily kissing your forehead and wrapping his arm around your torso. “You know what I mean baby. Allow me to treat you to the life you deserve.”

It wasn’t an option, he was going to. And he did.

For the next few months, Jaehyun continued doing exactly that. But recently, he treated you to rooftop dinners, movie nights, to wine tastings. Your sponsorship became more exclusive, he invited you over to his house. Sleepovers and dinners became a regular thing on the weekends for you too, and the no sex clause? Consider that good as done.

8:53 AM

It was another Monday morning in the office, in your decorated cubicle, you received an email notification from none other than Jeong Jaehyun, issuing to alert to his office immediately.

You stood up and made your way to his room, knocking politely on the door. “Come in!” he rang from the other side of the door.

You made your way into the office, shutting the door behind you as you sat in your usual spot with a smile plastered on your face. “Good morning Mr. Jeong! You needed to see me?” you cocked your head to the side noticing the blank expression on his face.

Jaehyun faced you and held out a familiar stack of papers, your contract from when you first started being his sugar baby. He cleared his throat before looking into your eyes emotionless. “Ms. Y/N, I think it’s safe to say that I would like to end our contract,” he blankly stated.

Your heart dropped. Why? He was tired of you already? You were so willing and devoted to him. You loved how everything played out for you too, you were even willing to take things further and be more than just a girl he chose to spend his money on. “May I ask why?” you stuttered meekly.

Jaehyun’s face somehow did a complete 180, he lowered his body underneath his desk revealing a bouquet of roses. His dimples were on display and his eyes were sparkling.

“Because I want to be with you.”

ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .*

a/n: last full fic reuploaded! i’ll be starting some new fics soon, can’t wait to share them with u all <3

love, mei!

[cosmowgyral]

"Beast in Office"- April Fool's Short AU Story

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

GVO Group

Until corruption and deceit vanish from the world—the GVO Group will lead us toward a tomorrow free of conflict.

This spring, I am changing jobs.

For the job interview, I made my way to the top floor of a gleaming, jet-black skyscraper—

Gilbert: You’re hired.

Emma: …Huh?

Gilbert: You’re my secretary now, so I’ll be counting on you starting tomorrow, okay?

Luke: Hey hey, hold up! She hasn't even stepped in and said a single word!

Gilbert: She doesn’t need to say anything. She is hired.

Sariel: Sir Gilbert, I think you’re being a bit hasty. She does seem quite taken aback.

Sariel: Besides, a job interview is also meant for the applicant to decide whether our company is truly the right fit for them.

Sariel: If you declare her hired without giving her a say, people might start questioning your sense of judgment.

Gilbert: What’s this? Since when does a tax accountant get to have a say on things like this?

Gilbert: Or is it something else? Maybe the company backing you told you to block any talented hires from getting through?

Sariel: You must be joking. It seems like Sir Gilbert is always suspecting me of being a kind of corporate spy…

Sariel: As you can see, I merely offered a suggestion in my capacity as an ordinary employee.

(The atmosphere is intense!)

(I checked the company website beforehand, so I know—the guy with the eyepatch is most likely the president.)

 (And the one sitting to his right must be the tax accountant.)

(The one by the window—big build and a serious vibe—he’s probably the president’s personal bodyguard.)

(And then---)

Kagari: You want a dorayaki?

Kagari: I’m the company’s official dorayaki vendor. Got a solid rep for flavor.

Kagari: The president downs about a hundred a day so business is booming.

Kagari: What say?

Emma: Then… I’ll have one please.

Emma: Wow, this is amazing! I wasn’t expecting it to be this good.

Kagari: Approved. I’m with the president—anyone who loves dorayaki can’t be bad at all.

Gilbert: I don’t like that you’re sneakily boosting your approval rating all by yourself—but since she’s clearly enjoying herself, I’ll let it slide.

Luke: Emma, was it?

Luke: So why’d you choose our company? You’ve figured it out by now, right? The boss is totally nuts.

(Here it comes, the reason I applied…. I’ve thought it through so I’ll be fine.)

Emma: You company is a leading name in the public safety industry—it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say you’re responsible for all the nation’s security operations.

Emma: I was deeply moved by your philosophy—preventing crimes before it happen and creating a world where no one has to suffer, as a stepping stone towards global peace.

Emma: That’s why I applied, to see if I could be a part of that mission and contribute in any way I can.

Luke: …Don’t buy into that. That’s just a pretense—

Gilbert: Mhm, I like it. If you’re interested in world peace too, then you’re more than welcome here.

Gilbert: I absolutely despise corruption and deceit, but you seem like someone who’s got nothing to do with any of that.

Luke: You serious…? You’re really gonna drag a regular person into a workplace where assassins show up daily?

(Huh? Assassins?)

Sariel: I’m worried too. Becoming Sir Gilbert’s secretary practically guarantees getting caught up in trouble……

Gilbert: I don’t recall hiring anyone incompetent. As long as everyone does their job properly, there’s no problem at all.

Gilbert: More importantly, do you really think I’d ever allow such carelessness?

Luke • Sariel: …………

(This conversation’s getting way too sketchy! Don’t tell me… is the GVO Group actually some kind of shady organization..?)

Kagari: Do you want some more dorayaki?

Emma: Y-yes, please.

Gilbert: Well then, we already have the employment contract prepared.

Gilbert: All that’s left is for you to sign right here.

Gilbert: Everyone else can say what they want, but in the end, it’s your decision.

Gilbert: I’ll respect whatever you decide, okay?

(There might be a hidden side to this company that the world is unaware about.)

(But still, my desire to join this company remains unchanged.)

(Even if they are operating secretly behind the scenes, they have achieved real results in protecting this country’s peace…)

(I won’t know anything until I see it with my own eyes.)

Emma: Thank you very much. I’ll do my absolute best in this role.

Luke: Ahh, another poor soul has been added to the list.

Sariel: …In that case, it’s up to us to protect her now.

Kagari: From enemies? I’m good at cutting them down so leave it to me.

Gilbert: Heehee, let’s work hard together—for the sake of world peace, okay?

While Sariel and Luke buried their faces in their hands, Kagari remained expressionless, and President Gilbert greeted me with a dazzling smile—so radiant it was almost blinding, brimming with charm and confidence.

And so, I took his outstretched hand.

[moonlightkitties]

Author Note: This is my first Price x Reader post and I am a bit nervous to post it. In this universe, hybrids aren't just humans with ears and a tail, they actually transform into the animal that they are. This is to make it easier for me to describe reader herding the sheep. Shape-shifting is crucial for hybrids because it helps them to protect both of their bodies; human and animal. This is also just a build up but I promise more posting with these two are coming!! Ghost is also going to be a main character ;)

CW: Hybrids

After John retired and moved to the country side he realized he didn't know ANYTHING about how a farm worked. He had little knowledge on plants and livestock but after a few months in he got the hang of it.

He bought a handful of sheep and goats and after realizing his older body couldn't handle him, he scoured the internet for trained livestock herding dogs.

After going through a website specifically for herding dogs, his eyes landed on you.

Your cute blue merle ears and tail that stood perfectly still and erect when your eyes were trained on the herd of sheep. Your transformation wasn't that amazing as some hybrids; simple, modest, and short. Your human form was though.

You were short compared to him, seriously, he would tower over you and the way you smiled at the camera, his pants were already getting tight.

He didn’t think twice and quickly clicked on the “Submit Application” button beneath your profile.

After that, he got bombarded with emails from your breeder who asked him loads of questions. Some asking how big of an acre he has, how much livestock, if he had experience working with hybrids before. He answered the questions and about a day later, he got the approval: he could come meet you and your parents, both of whom were well-known in the herding world for graduating at the top of their class.

You were more cute in person. Your hair, ears, and tail were brushed perfectly and Price couldn't wait for you to work on his farm. Your parents were skeptical of him. What military captain buys a farm after he retires? What does he really want with you? Price reassured them that he really did want you to work on his farm as a herder and after about a half-day getting to know you and your family, they gave him the okay.

After a tear-full goodbye, you climbed into the back of his truck and he drove back to the farm where you would live your days as a livestock herder.

[hotchsprncess]

Hi! Can I please request a Hotch fic with a chubby BAU!reader? Where they’re on a case and the lead detective isn’t really taking reader seriously and says/mentions something backhanded about reader’s appearance and Aaron just happens to overhear it and defends her 🤭

Then she acts like it didn’t really bother her but Aaron can just tell something’s up, could end in smut (either hotel room or when they’re back home) or just good old fluff! you can throw in some daddy kink in there if you want 🙂‍↕️

Also sorry if this is too long of a request, please don’t feel obligated to respond to this!!

.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ

OMG thank you so much for this amazing idea 🤭 the way i'm beyond excited to write this is unreal!!!! hope you enjoy °⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ p.s: there is a lot of plot/build up in this fic, so it may take a while to get to the smut but i promise it's there :p

i like you, have a cupcake ⊹ aaron hotchner

ᝰ summary : after being disrespected by the lead detective in new york, hotch can tell that it's hit close to home. once he decides to check on you back at the hotel, there's no telling what he'll do to make you feel better.

ᝰ warnings : fem chubby/plus size bau!reader, discussion of case/unsub, reader being undermined/body shamed, discussion of insecurity/body image, use of y/l/n (twice), co-workers to lovers (ish, asked on a date), sub!reader, softdom!aaron, some nipple play, clit smacks (literally 2), oral f receiving (he's a munch idc), daddy kink, praise (maybe a tad of degradation), dirty talk, p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie, fluffy ending

you loved new york city, but not when you were here on a case. 3 days in felt like 5 already, and everyone was getting impatient. you all sat around the table, with the exception of hotch standing at the evidence board, trying to build a stronger profile.

"it's just so elusive, i don't get why the mo is going back and forth between strangulation, stabbing, and shooting" jj wonders out loud, the shuffling sound of flipping through photos filling the room.

"are we looking at a team here? i mean, there's 3 distinct mos. maybe they're taking turns" rossi chimes in, everyone nodding along to what he says.

"the victimology is all over the map though" reid gestures to the evidence board, "the 2 stabbings were young white females, the 1 shooting was a middle-aged asian male, and the 3 strangulations were all single women of varying races, aged 50-55 who lived alone. it doesn't correlate with a team who would likely be going after the same demographic"

"and we're still sure this is the same guy?" lead detective thomas calls out from the corner of the room, sipping coffee out of his nypd mug.

"a penny was left at each scene in the victim's hand. it might seem coincidental, but the chances of all of these individuals holding a single penny while they were attacked is under 0.1%. so yes, it's the same unsub" reid provides a statistic as he usually does, causing the gears to turn in your head.

"what if it's one person with dissociative identity disorder? like you said, the victimology doesn't make sense for a team, but for someone with did an alter is a completely different person with different experiences, motives, preferences, etcetera. the signature of the penny remains the same, so maybe that's motivated by the host personality. they all share a reason to kill, but that's the extent of the similarities" you figure that even though someone may see it as far fetched, it's worth proposing.

"seriously? first of all, i doubt that even exists, let alone that this guy has it. like agent rossi said, a team seems more accurate" detective thomas counters your theory, making you curl in on yourself a bit.

"actually, what agent y/l/n said is very applicable to this case and might just help us solve it. let's deliver the updated profile" hotch responds, shutting up detective thomas as the team starts to head out of the conference room.

"great work" he whispers to you as you pass by him, a gentle blush filling your cheeks. praise from your boss was always welcomed, not only because he defended your theory but also because you maybe had a little crush on him.

later that day around 7pm, one of the nypd officers brought in treats that his wife had made. there were cookies, cupcakes, brownies, and even a few muffins. everyone dug in as you waited until the crowd dissipated to go have your pick. your stomach rumbled as you approached the counter, filling your cup with coffee as you scanned the beautiful desserts. you felt the presence of someone beside you, looking to see that it was detective thomas. you felt a little anxious around him, but nonetheless hoped to keep the peace with some small talk.

"these all look great, huh?" you propose, stirring some sugar into your coffee.

"very..." you notice his eyes scan you from your peripheral, "not sure you need any of them though"

you'd had your fair share of body shaming throughout the years, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. it was one thing that detective thomas already undermined you and your profiling skills, but he also blatantly body shamed you to your face as if he had no cares in the world. it made you sink further into yourself, unsure of what to say and also not wanting to cause a scene. you were in the fbi and you had the reputation of the bau to uphold, you couldn't afford to let him have it despite desperately wanting to put him in his place. though, you didn't have the chance to react anyways because hotch was one step ahead of you.

"that was extremely unprofessional and rude of you, detective. my team and i, including agent y/l/n, are here out of our own free will. if you can't show her respect i will not hesitate to walk out of here with my team and leave you to your own devices. am i clear?" his tone is authoritative and his threat very serious. hotch didn't mess around.

"uh... yeah. crystal" detective thomas is visibly awkward after hotch's scolding. good.

"are you going to apologize to her or do i need to teach you how to do that too?" you wanted to chuckle at hotch's response but decided to hold it in for everyone's sake.

"i'm sorry, agent. won't happen again"

all you do is nod in response, walking away from the coffee counter and retreating back into the conference room. another rumble of your stomach reminded you just how hungry you were, but the thought of stuffing your face with a cupcake after that made your appetite dissolve. you felt out of place, like everyone heard what he said and was analyzing your appearance. you knew that wasn't the case, but that's exactly how it felt. the feeling was ultimately unwelcomed.

after 5 more hours of work and another victim, the team decided to call it a night. with your input of did the profile of the unsub was getting stronger and connecting the victims became easier, lifting everyone's spirits a bit.

you bid your goodnights to the rest of the team as you exited the hotel elevator and made your way down the hall to your room. you decided a shower was necessary after the long day, humming as the warm water encapsulated you.

you avoided looking in the mirror for too long as you stepped out of the shower, still feeling a little uncomfortable from earlier. you slipped into your pyjamas, consisting of a baggy crewneck sweater and sleep shorts, before settling against the headboard and grabbing your book from the bedside table. before you could even finish the first sentence, a knock at your door grabbed your attention. you shuffled your way to the door, looking through the peephole to spot hotch on the other side. your heart skipped a beat before unlocking the door, a small smile on his face when you opened it.

"sorry to bother, but i just wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay" hotch can appear standoffish in the field, but his care for others was very strong and genuine.

"oh, thank you, i'm okay... i don't want to make earlier a big deal or anything, i've heard it before"

a slight frown forms on hotch's face at your words, "i'm sorry to hear that, you don't deserve to be spoken to that way"

you nod shyly at his response, spotting the container in his hands.

"oh! here" hotch holds the container out towards you, "i noticed you didn't end up eating anything at the station, so i grabbed you a cupcake"

your heart swells at the thoughtfulness of your boss, grabbing the container from his hands, fingers brushing against his. "that's sweet of you, thank you" you continue without thinking, "did you want to come in? i have a couple beers in the fridge"

"i don't want to impose-"

"you aren't at all, please..." you open the door wider, allowing him to pass by you. you're overwhelmed with the scent of his cologne, not too strong but still potent and manly. hopefully it sticks in the room after he leaves.

you set down the container and grab two beers from the mini fridge, passing one to hotch as he sits across from you at the little dining table in your room.

"do you party by yourself often when we're away on cases?" he teases, gesturing to the beer in his hand.

"oh no, jj and i party together" you giggle softly, a chuckle slipping from his mouth. "i'll invite you next time"

"that would be great" he shoots you a smile before taking a sip, you doing the same.

"i-" you take a breath, "like i said, i don't want to make earlier a big deal, but i do want to thank you for defending me. being a female in this area of work can already be hard enough, but being..." you sigh, "not fitting into the beauty standard just adds another layer, i guess, so thank you"

"you don't have to thank me, you never should've been disrespected like that. and for what it's worth, i think you're beautiful" his hand reaches for yours which is resting on the table, squeezing it softly.

your cheeks fill with heat, the feeling of his large hand around yours bringing solace.

"i know it may be inappropriate, but i don't care. you're so beautiful, i can't help but want to make sure that you know it" his tone is as serious as can be, yet beyond genuine.

"aaron" you breathe, locking eyes with him. you get lost in the deep brown hue of his eyes as they fill with something you can't quite pinpoint.

"come here" he speaks barely above a whisper, coaxing you over to his side of the table as he rises from his chair. your hand remains in his as you walk over, stopping in front of him before his hands trail to your hips. he hoists you onto the table, a small gasp escaping you. a subtle smirk grazes his lips as he situates himself between your legs, leaning in closer.

"if this isn't okay, tell me" the urge to squeeze the plush of your hips was overwhelming aaron, but he harnessed some self-control in order to make sure you were comfortable.

"it's more than okay" you reply, hands reaching up to loosen the tie he was still wearing.

aaron doesn't miss a beat, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. you hum at the feeling, tugging off his tie and letting your hands roam his shoulders. he squeezes your hips, his hands trailing up your body underneath your sweater. his hands are rough but his touch is intoxicating, indulging in every inch of you. he takes ahold of your breasts, groping the mounds and flicking your nipples with his thumbs. he pulls away from the kiss, a whine escaping your lips.

"i know, baby. just wanna take this off, is that okay?" the pet name goes straight to your core as you nod in response to his question.

"words. tell me it's okay" the dominance in his voice has wetness pooling in your panties.

"it's okay, please" you practically beg, eager to feel him all over you.

"good girl, lift your arms up" he strips you of your sweater, tossing it onto the chair he was previously seated in.

his eyes rake over your body, close to drooling at the sight of your bare breasts and the plush of your tummy; he was in awe.

"fucking beautiful" he groans, kissing you again but with a little more fervor this time. he lets his lips trail down your jaw and neck, making their way between your breasts and over your tummy. he reaches the waistband of your shorts, looking up at you for confirmation.

"please, yes" you whine impatiently, remembering his need to hear you verbally respond.

he smirks proudly before pulling off your shorts and panties in one shot, kneeling on the rough carpet of the hotel room as he spreads you open.

"my god" he murmurs, pressing kisses along the insides of your thighs. "i always loved your thighs, the way those skirts you wear hug them so perfectly..." he muses as you squirm under his touch and gaze, his mouth so close yet so far.

"i'm getting there, sweetheart, be patient" this only makes you whimper more, aaron landing a gentle smack to your clit. "did you hear me?"

"mhmmm" you whine, another smack landing on your needy clit.

"you'll get what you want faster if you answer properly, you know that by now, don't you?" he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy open, your slick staring back at him.

"yes, yes daddy!" the name slips before you can stop it, your mouth moving faster than your brain due to the pure desperation you felt. having your boss (and the man you secretly have feelings for) between your legs was a sight you thought you'd only see in your dreams, so your current position was dizzying to say the least.

the sound that left aaron was reminiscent of a growl, immediately diving in to collect your juices on his tongue. you couldn't hold back your moans if you tried, nails clawing at the wooden table underneath you.

"you taste so good... so good for daddy" he murmurs, sucking your clit into his mouth. each time he suckles on your bud he sends you further into ecstasy, your back arching and pushing your pussy further into his face.

"oh my god, fuck oh my god" you babble breathlessly, aaron's ministrations not faltering even as you grind your pussy against his mouth. he lets go of your clit just to start flicking it with his tongue, hands gripping your thighs and holding them back so he had room to devour you.

"i'm- i'm close"

"yeah? you're gonna cum on my tongue?" aaron's tongue dives into your hole before suckling on your clit again, pushing you over the edge.

"daddy" you squeal as you cum for aaron, a hum rumbling in his throat as he tastes your sweetness. your chest rises and falls rapidly as you attempt to regulate your breath, the task proving difficult as he sexily unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt.

"you did so good, baby. can you get on the bed for me?" he asks gently as he unzips his pants, observing every movement of yours.

"of course" you make your way to the bed, sitting in the middle and waiting (im)patiently for aaron to make his way over and touch you again. he removes his boxers before he saunters over, your eyes almost bulging out of your head at the sight of his cock. he was around 7 inches in length yet still a perfect thickness, the head leaking precum and looking unbelievably enticing.

"lie back and hold those legs for me" he hums in satisfaction as you obey his orders, tapping his tip on your clit. the wet smacking sound has you whimpering, your eyes practically begging him to push inside.

"is there something you want?" you learned quickly that aaron loved to taunt and tease, but also hear you ask for him; express your desire.

"give me your cock, daddy, i need you inside me"

"need me, huh?" he smirks as he slowly pushes just his tip inside, remaining stagnant for a moment though it felt like hours. "who am i to deny a girl her needs?" he pushes all the way in, the sudden fill making you gasp.

he starts to thrust, finding a pace that still allows him to fuck deeply into you. his hands are pressing your legs back now, your own yanking at the duvet below you. the sound of his hips slamming into yours echoes off the hotel walls, your pussy sucking in his cock each time he pulls out.

"so perfect, you feel so good around daddy" he moans, pounding into you like it's the last thing he'd ever do. "thought about this pussy so many times, pressing you like this and making you mine"

you whine at his words, the prospect of forming a coherent sentence seeming far fetched by how much his cock was jumbling your brain.

"you cock drunk? hm? you're so cute" he breathes out, his hips picking up their pace as he plunges deep into you again and again. you clench around him, indicating that your orgasm was on it's descent again.

"are you gonna cum again? answer me"

"yes daddy! i- oh i'm gonna cum, gonna cum" you moan loudly, speaking nonsense as you begin to cum around his cock.

aaron lets out a low growl, continuing to pound relentlessly. "that's it, that's a good fucking girl, let it all out"

your legs quiver in his grasp as you come down from your second orgasm, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease.

"please cum inside me, daddy. fill me with your cum, please please please" you plead as you stare up at aaron, the pleasure plastered on his face now ingrained in your mind.

"fuck... anything for you, sweetheart, i'm gonna fill this pussy" he groans, his hips stuttering as he starts to cum. you feel the twitch of his cock as he pumps you full, his hands gingerly releasing your legs and lying them flat on the bed.

"holy shit" you giggle, rubbing your hands up and down his biceps.

"you could say that again" aaron chuckles, pulling out slowly and lying beside you on the bed. his hand finds it's home on your waist as you snuggle close to him, your head resting on his chest.

"i definitely couldn't have guessed that this is how my evening would go" you mumble, tracing shapes on his chest with your finger.

"me neither, but i'm happy it did... i've been wanting that to happen for a long time" aaron hugs you close as your bodies exchange heat.

"oh yeah?"

"mhm, and i want you to know that i have more than sexual attraction to you... i'd love to take you on a date once we get home, if you'd want that"

a smile takes over your face at his question, "i'd love that"

aaron presses a kiss to your head,

"sounds like a plan, sweetheart"

[covenofagatha]

Do I wanna know? (Part 5)

Carol wants to make amends and you and Agatha adjust to life in different states

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: phone sex, sex toys, masturbation

Agatha drops you off at the train station the next morning and you keep your face pressed against the window until she becomes too small for you to see as it pulls away. Your breath has fogged up the glass and before you can think about it, you draw a heart with your finger. 

You can still feel the ghost of the hug she gave you lingering and you burrow down into the crewneck you stole from her that has her scent before pulling out your laptop from your bag. 

By the time the train stops in Westview, you’ve submitted your application to the University at Albany and finished most of your homework for the week ahead. 

Alice picks you up from the station and you shoot Agatha a text to let her know that you made it and that you miss her already. 

I miss you too, honey. But I’ll see you in two weeks, okay? 

Before you had left, the two of you had poured over your schedules in an attempt to find the soonest you could go visit or she could come to you. Driving up on a weeknight for you didn’t make sense because you had classes in the morning and the afternoon, and Agatha has client meetings this upcoming weekend. You weren’t sure you’d been apart for that long since that fateful day you and Wanda snuck into the pool at your dad’s house. 

“How was your trip?” Alice asks and you ignore the heavy feeling weighing on your heart. It wasn’t a secret among your friends that you were dating an older woman—you decided to use the word girlfriend, even if it hadn’t been explicitly said—and Alice had already volunteered to pick you up and drop you off at the train station if you ever needed it. You were so thankful that you’d gotten an amazing roommate out of the random assignment. 

“It was good, yeah. Kind of sad, but I think we’re going to be okay.” You still hadn’t told her that you were planning on transferring at the end of the semester as long as you got into the University at Albany, but you figured there was no need to mention it now. “I’m going to go see her in two weeks. And then she might come here the week after, and then when we have fall break I’ll go up.” 

Alice glances at you with a reassuring smile. “You guys are making time for each other. That’s a real sign that it’ll work out.” 

You nod, believing it yourself. You’re most excited for her to come down for your birthday at the end of October—maybe you’d even be able to convince her to go to a Halloween party with you. 

“It’ll be okay,” you state firmly. “How was your weekend?” 

Alice chews on her bottom lip. “It was chill. Did some homework. I think I’m going to try to get a job at the mall, you know, just to make some money. Oh—and that girl Carol stopped by the room yesterday.” 

A flash of anger bolts through you, still holding a bit of a grudge over what she said about you and Agatha. “Oh?” you hum through gritted teeth. 

“She was asking when you were coming back and said she wanted to apologize for how she acted. Something about her crossing a line?” 

With a heavy sigh, you push away your budding annoyance and realize that you’re going to have to talk to Carol sooner or later. 

She is a good friend and you tell yourself that you know her heart was in the right place. You may have been overreacting just a little, not that you would ever admit it, still fragile over your insecurities about your relationship. 

But you’re feeling good now. “I’ll talk to her.” 

Alice nods in approval and turns into the parking lot in front of your dorm building. She carries one of your bags for you and you trail after her up to your room. The world feels weird now with Agatha in a different state, like there’s a piece that’s missing. 

It’s okay, you tell yourself. Two weeks. It’s only two weeks. 

You busy yourself by putting away the things in your bag, giving Alice a shifty glance before sliding the box that contains the vibrator from Agatha into your nightstand. Your clit pulses involuntarily and you squeeze your thighs together—you cannot wait to use it. Even the thought of Agatha making you cum from all the way in New York has your heartbeat quickening and you hope she’s not going to be too busy this evening so you can try it out. 

Just as you finish unpacking, there’s a knock on the door to your dorm and Alice watches from her bed as you go and open it. 

It’s Carol, standing there sheepishly with a red hoodie and blue jeans and holding a plate with four cupcakes covered with saran wrap on them. She offers you the plate and you slowly take it, eyes darting from the dessert back to her. 

“Hi,” she says and you glance back at Alice, who is clearly pretending to not pay attention. You smile awkwardly and step forward into the hall, closing the door behind you. Even though you’ll tell Alice exactly what happened, you feel like Carol might want the illusion of privacy. 

“Hi,” you respond stiffly. It’s clear that she’s expecting you to start the conversation but you hold your ground. You’re not the one who needs to be sorry here.

Carol shifts and looks down at her feet before trying again. “I just want to apologize again for what I said about you and your girlfriend. I completely overstepped and it was really shitty of me, I just want you to be careful and be okay. But I know you know what you’re doing and it’s your relationship and I just want to be friends again.” 

She holds out her hand for you to shake. After a moment, you begrudgingly accept it and Carol’s face breaks into a grin. You smile back despite yourself and a weight feels like it’s been lifted. You didn’t realize how tense the strain between the two of you was making you feel and you hate to admit that you may have missed her a little. She’s older and cool and it would be good for you to have a friend like her around campus, especially without having Agatha to run to almost every night and weekend. 

It might be time for you to actually focus on college and having a social life. There’s a small voice in your head that says maybe you shouldn’t because it’ll make it harder to transfer, but you push it down. Having long-distance friends would be much easier than a relationship and whenever you come to visit your parents, you’d be able to see Alice and Carol and whomever else you’d want to. 

“Will you take me flying now?” you ask and she laughs before patting you on the shoulder. 

“Sure,” she agrees, sounding lighter as well. “Maybe we could get dinner sometime, too? There’s a great burrito place just off-campus. I’m free Tuesday night?” 

You mentally search your head for anything you might have going on that day and you draw a blank. Without Agatha here, you might have a lot more free time now. 

“That works for me,” you say and Carol claps your shoulder. You reach under the saran wrap on the plate of cupcakes and offer her one. 

She takes it. “Perfect, I’ll pick you up here at around six or so?” 

You nod and she gives you one last smile before walking away, taking a large bite into the cake. You watch her until she turns the corner and you go back into your dorm room. 

Alice is still lounging on her bed, arms folded across her chest, smirking at you. “How was it?” 

Shrugging, you set the plate down on top of the mini-fridge Alice brought from home. “We’re all good now. We’re going to get dinner Tuesday. Apparently there’s a good burrito place off-campus. Want to come?” 

She raises an eyebrow and tries to fix her face into something less obvious. “Yeah, I don’t really think Carol will want me there.” 

The bed dips under you as you climb into yours and lean against the wall so you’re facing your roommate. “What do you mean?” you ask and she looks incredulous. 

“She definitely likes you,” she says, like it’s the clearest thing in the world and you’re daft for not being able to see it. 

You splutter something nonsensically before spitting out, “What?” Embarrassment floods through your cheeks and your eyes dart furiously around the room, not wanting to accept it, even though a small part of you knows she’s probably right. 

Alice raises an eyebrow and you scoff. 

“She knows I’m with someone. I don’t think she’d actually do anything even if she did like me. We’re just friends,” you protest and Alice only looks slightly convinced. 

“Mhmm,” she hums and you roll your eyes before grabbing your phone and throwing yourself off your bed. Your feet hit the floor and send a jolt through your shins and you wince. 

Grabbing your keys, you try to look as unbothered as possible as you walk to the door. “I’m going to get some groceries.” 

Even if Carol does like you, she most definitely knows how serious you are about Agatha. And if she doesn’t accept that or tries to make a move, you will have no qualms about actually cutting her off. 

—

Agatha calls you just as you finish up your last class on Tuesday and you happily press accept and crane your neck to position your phone between your ear and your shoulder so you can walk out of the building with your hands free. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” she says and you melt at hearing her voice. It was her first day of work yesterday so you didn’t get to talk to her much, but this more than makes up for it. 

“Hi,” you chirp and catch people staring at your wide grin. You try to look less like you just won the lottery. “How are you?” 

There’s a slight rustling on her end and you look at your watch on your wrist. Five-fifteen. She might just be finishing work now, you still don’t know her schedule. “Good, good,” she hums, slightly out-of-breath. “Just getting to my car. What are you up to?”

“Oh, just finished class,” you tell her. “Walking back to my dorm now. How’s work? Do you like it?” 

The audio cuts out momentarily as you shove the door open and walk outside, the bright sunlight making you sneeze. You swear under your breath as you almost get run over by a boy on a scooter. 

“It’s good! Everyone here is really nice so far and they’re really helping me learn how things run. I’m already getting the hang of it, I think.” She keeps telling you about her job and you interject occasionally with a question or an exclamation about how awesome she is. She seems happy.

Alice isn’t in your room when you get back so you put the call on speakerphone and toss it onto the bed while you rummage around in your drawers for something to wear to dinner. There’s no time to shower so you settle for deodorant and then a few spritzes of perfume as you undress. 

Agatha pauses her story, noticing that you’re distracted. “What are you doing?” she asks and you freeze like you just got caught doing something you’re not supposed to. 

“Carol and I are hanging out in a bit,” you answer casually, choosing black pants over blue. You pull on a gray shirt. “My roommate thinks she likes me.” 

“I’m sure she does,” Agatha says, a bit coolly. You glance at your phone like she’ll be able to see your expression.

It feels like you’ve made a mistake. You had thought she would laugh about it. “I mean, I don’t like her like that at all, I don’t even think she actually does like me, Alice is definitely just reading into it. We’re just friends—” 

“Baby, relax,” she coos, now chuckling at your rambling, “I know. I trust you and I want you to have friends. But with how hot you are, I definitely wouldn’t blame her for wanting you.” 

Your stomach grows warm. “Oh, yeah, mommy? You think I’m hot?” you tease and immensely enjoy the way you can hear Agatha suck in a sharp breath. 

“Yeah, honey, I do,” she rasps, voice significantly deeper. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. About your perfect pussy and how you taste and how you feel around my fingers, god…” She trails off with a gasp that’s barely audible over the faint rumble of the engine of her car and knowing that she’s driving while talking like this has your skin burning.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” you admit feebly and whimper—you’ve just climbed onto your knees on your bed and the inseam of your pants is now resting against your clit. Your core is hot and you can feel the slick starting to collect in your underwear and you gently rock forward and silently keen. 

Agatha clears her throat and you can picture her blushing right now, the vein in her forehead bulging out, the darkening of her eyes. “Fuck, baby,” she groans, “remember all those times I fucked that cunt with my strap?” 

The air in your lungs gets punched out with a force so strong your eyes almost start watering. You grind down harder. 

“Yeah,” you breathe and glance at the clock on your nightstand. Twenty-three minutes until Carol is supposed to be at your room. Plenty of time to do something, if Agatha lets you. “Agatha—mommy—can I—can I please touch myself?” You sound pathetic and whiny and you can imagine Agatha smirking at you. 

“Such a good girl for asking,” she purrs. She never explicitly told you that you needed permission to masturbate, but it felt like you should ask. 

You wanted to ask. You’re her good girl and you’re determined to make that known. 

“Why don’t you get that toy I gave you before you left?” she suggests and you moan deeply before quickly grabbing it from inside your nightstand. Your breath catches again when you open it and you softly trace a finger against the engraving—Mommy’s cunt. Each letter sends a spark to your already-wet cunt. 

She laughs condescendingly when she hears your zipper being dragged down and you slide a hand into your pants and whine when you delve through your sopping, hot folds. 

“So desperate for mommy, aren’t you?” she simpers and you choke out an affirmation. “Tell me what you’re doing.” 

A shudder runs through you at her demanding tone. “I’m rubbing my clit with two fingers.” Your touch is light but still effective and your words are broken. 

There’s a ding and then the thrum of the engine stops. Agatha must be home. Her side of the call goes silent and then reconnects. Instead of checking to make sure you’re still there, all she says is, “Taste yourself for me.” 

With a moan, you pull your hand out of your pants and shove your two fingers into your mouth, lapping at your sweet wetness. She must be able to hear it because she whimpers and you make more exaggerated sounds just to get to her. You can almost see her screwing her eyes shut as she just tries to make it to her apartment. 

“How do you taste?” she asks hoarsely. You get an idea and slip your hand back down between your thighs, collecting your slick and holding it up to the light. You snap a quick photo, make sure you can see your fingers glistening, and send it to her. 

“You should come find out,” you sulk mockingly and you can tell that she pulls the phone away from her ear to look at what you just sent. 

“Fuck,” she gasps and a thrill runs through you. “You’re such a tease.” 

You shrug innocently even though she can’t see you. “What do you want me to do now, mommy?” 

Agatha swears under her breath and there’s the sound of doors opening. She mutters a greeting—someone must have gotten into the elevator with her. 

She’s going to be so mad, but you smirk and moan explicitly. “Fuck, now I have two fingers inside myself,” you tell her, mirroring your words with your actions and groaning at how it feels. “Wish they were yours, mommy, I need you so bad.” 

Agatha doesn’t answer because she can’t, but she does choke on nothing. The other person asks if she’s okay but she doesn't answer. 

“Need you to fuck me,” you continue and you hear her breathing getting heavier. “Come taste me, mommy, come fuck me with your strap—fuck, I need your cock inside me.” 

The doors ding and there’s the sound of footsteps hurriedly moving. You curl your fingers and gasp. 

“Put the toy inside you now,” Agatha hisses and you scramble for it, press it against your entrance, and sink it into you. Your back arches and you sharply inhale. It rests right against your g-spot and your clit and you pant in anticipation as you wait for her to turn it on. 

There’s a click and you jerk forward onto your bed as your cunt is racked with vibrations and you can’t help the loud keens that fall out of your mouth. Your hips are bucking frantically and you desperately grip onto the sheets of your messy bed. 

“Fuck, mommy, it feels so good,” you sob and cry out even louder when she turns up the intensity even more. 

There’s movement and then a long sigh on her side and you clench around the toy. 

“Are you touching yourself?” you squeak. 

Agatha chuckles throatily. “How could I not when you’re sounding so pretty for me?” You whimper. “Fuck, baby, I wish I was there. I’d fill you with three of my fingers to get you ready for my strap with my tongue on your clit—” she sinfully groans and you bite down onto your hand, “—you always taste so good for mommy, you always take me so well, just mommy’s perfect girl, mommy’s perfect slut.” 

The vibrations get stronger and you’re furiously humping against the bed now, each drag of your hips pushing the toy further inside you and how are you already so close? 

“Need you so bad, Agatha, please,” you babble, “please let me cum, I need you, I need—fuck—” 

There’s a knock on the door and you throw a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans. Agatha must hear it too because she turns the toy off, leaving your cunt pulsing and clenching with a rhythm around nothing, the phantom vibrations still making you twitch. 

You stay silent, hoping they’ll leave. 

“Hey! It’s Carol, are you ready to go?” 

“Fuck,” you swear again and take the call off speakerphone, shoving it against your ear as you leap off the bed and check yourself out in the mirror to make you don’t look like a complete mess. “I have to go, I have dinner.” 

Agatha hums in disappointment. “Aw, well I hope you have a fun time,” she says, sickly sweet and sarcastic and you genuinely consider cancelling on Carol right now. With the sweat on your forehead, you could plausibly tell her you think you have a fever. “I know I will.” 

Her suggestive tone is not lost on you and you screw your eyes shut and try to tamp down the wave of arousal flooding through you. “I’ll talk to you after?” you ask through gritted teeth. 

“Of course,” she says with a melodic chuckle and you think you can hear the lazy slapping of her fingers inside her. Of course she’s not playing fair. “Oh—and one last thing. Leave the toy inside you.” 

Your breath catches at the thought of her able to toy with you while you’re hanging out with a friend and you know Agatha’s not going to make it easy. “But—” 

“Say: yes, mommy. I’ll be a good girl and keep the toy in for you,” she croons and you parrot the words back to her in a mumble. You can practically hear her smirk through the phone before she smacks her lips together in a kiss and hangs up. 

Carol regards you curiously when you finally open the door after you fixed your clothes and hair. “Everything okay?” she asks and you self-consciously adjust your shirt again. 

“Yeah, sorry. I was taking a nap,” you lie but she doesn't question it. You can feel the toy with every step you take but Agatha thankfully doesn’t turn it on. 

You keep waiting for it though, always anticipating, and a few times you swear you feel it buzz when you’re in Carol’s car heading to the restaurant. 

The drive is filled with small talk and you almost forget all about it by the time you’ve sat down in a booth and ordered. 

Carol’s just telling you about the time her uncle took her flying for the first time when your phone vibrates against your leg from inside your pocket. You don’t want to seem rude so you ignore it, although now you’re wondering if it’s one of your parents or Agatha. 

Your cheeks heat up and you shift, involuntarily moving the toy inside you and you choke on your drink. Carol looks concerned but you wave your head dismissively to tell her that you’re fine. 

There’s another buzz against your leg and you subtly try to slide your phone from your pocket and glance at it. 

It’s from Agatha and your thoughts falter when you see that it’s a video. Your brain goes to the filthiest places and you gulp down more soda to try to cool your burning body. 

“So how did you and your girlfriend meet?” Carol asks and you clench around the toy at the mere mention of her. 

She was married to my dad and then we started sleeping together and now they’re divorced and we’re together. 

“We met…online,” you say and you feel another text message. “What about you—any romantic prospects?” The moment you bring it up, you regret it because now what if she starts doing the coy thing where she makes it really obvious that she likes you without actually saying it? 

Luckily, Carol just shrugs. “I just got out of a bad break-up. We tried to do long distance but it didn't really work. Found out she had been cheating on me for about three months which was when she moved away.” 

You whistle lowly. It makes sense now, why she was so weary about you and Agatha. You almost feel better—Carol’s motivations weren’t because she had a crush on you, it was because she just didn’t want you to get hurt the same way she had. You can feel your muscles relax. 

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, not sure what else to add. 

She smiles gratefully and then the vulnerability is gone. “Do you have any pets?” 

You get another text and this time, you can’t help but look down and read it. 

Mommy needs you, please, baby. 

Swallowing roughly, you look back at Carol. “Um, no, no pets. My dad is allergic and now my mom just doesn't have time. I’ve always wanted a dog though. What about you?” 

“I have three cats, one is a—” 

You don’t hear the rest because Agatha, seemingly tired of your silence, turns on the toy and you groan and double-over because of how high the intensity is. You can vaguely perceive Carol asking if you’re alright and you nod your head and look back at her. 

She’s very concerned but you have to grip onto the table so hard that your knuckles almost pop to keep from gyrating against your chair. 

“Are you okay? Are you going to throw up? Do I need to call an ambulance?” Carol spitballs and the toy turns down a level, letting you breathe a little. 

“No, I’m okay,” you rasp, hips quickly rutting and you bite your lip to keep a gasp from escaping. The sweet agony is killing you and you know Agatha is doing it on purpose, to send you a message. “It’s just period cramps.” 

The toy stops but your chest still heaves but you’re able to think more clearly. 

And then she turns it back on, but all the way down, so it’s just a low rumble pulsing through your body. There’s a metallic taste in your mouth from your teeth in your lip and you quickly lick away the blood before Carol can say anything. 

You clench around the toy periodically, trying to push it deeper with just your walls, because it’s so close to exactly where you need it. Are you about to cum right here, right now, with Carol less than a yard away? 

It might happen. 

Your phone buzzes in time with a pulse of the toy. 

Go to the bathroom. 

A muffled whimper leaves your mouth and you’re too turned on to care—you shove your chair back and stand up. “I’m going to the bathroom,” you announce and Carol tells you to go firmly. 

The moment the door is shut and locked behind you, thankfully a single restroom here, you moan loudly and read all the texts from Agatha. 

Thought you’d like to see what I was doing while I was thinking of you. 

One video attachment. 

You make me so wet.

Mommy needs you, please, baby. 

Go to the bathroom. 

Tears prick your eyes as you silently beg for her to turn it up just so you can get some relief and with a trembling finger, you tap on the video and turn the volume up. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. 

It starts with Agatha facing the floor-length mirror that she set up in the corner of her room—except now, it’s on the wall about four feet from the bed—in nothing but a short, purple, silk slip that hugs all of her curves perfectly. The veins in her hand holding the phone are prominent and it makes you salivate. 

Her reflection teasingly smirks and then she walks slowly backwards until the back of her legs hits the bed and she sits down gracefully. You’re panting open-mouthed, grinding standing up against the toy because she is too fucking hot. 

Agatha spreads her thighs and scooches back so she can plant her feet on the bed and when she hikes up her dress, you see in the mirror that she’s not wearing anything underneath. 

You whine audibly. 

She slides a hand over her cunt and then moves her phone so she’s holding it right above the juncture between her legs rather than pointing it at the mirror and you let out a strangled breath as she slides two fingers into herself. 

The vibrations turn up inside you like she knows exactly what you’re doing and you clamp a hand over your mouth lest anyone walk by and hear you. 

In the video, Agatha withdraws her fingers and holds them up to the camera and the light catches so you can see just how much they’re glistening. She is drenched. 

“This is all for you, honey,” she says and it makes you keen. The phone stays directed on her pussy but you can hear sucking sounds and you let out a broken sound because you know she’s tasting herself. 

“Fuck,” you draw out, shoving a hand into your pants to better position the toy inside you and you gasp loudly when you align it just right. Your hips are bucking wildly and you think you’re about to cum in the bathroom of this restaurant while your friend is waiting outside, very concerned for you. 

Agatha’s fingers slide back into her and the squelching sounds are audible—you lift your phone to your ear, forgoing the visual for just a second, because you can still imagine that you’re the one fucking her. You can almost smell her, feel her, and she turns up the toy again and it pulls a long groan out of you. 

She parts her swollen folds and pushes closer and you can see the strands of wetness connecting her pussy lips, see the slight convulsions of her walls and it makes you weak. Your knees buckle and your back slumps against the door, holding your phone like water in your hands. Her clit peeks out and she rubs at it, her hips jumping in the video. 

“You make mommy so wet,” she moans and then she shoves three fingers into herself and—

The video stops. 

You frantically click on the screen, hoping you accidentally just paused it, but that was the end. Before you know what you’re doing, you’re calling her and pressing your phone to your ear. 

She picks up immediately and you can hear her smirk. “Hey, honey. How’s dinner going?” 

You open your mouth but she turns up the toy and you sob, tension beginning to build in your stomach and simultaneously about to snap already. “Please, please, fuck, I need you—” 

The vibrations increase even more and you cry out and if you weren’t in a public restroom, you would’ve collapsed to the floor by now. You really hope no one else can hear you. 

“Who do you belong to?” she asks calmly. 

“You, mommy, fuck, Agatha, I’m all yours,” you gasp out. 

Agatha hums in approval. “Good girl. Cum for me.” And that’s all it takes for the dam to break and you fall apart right there. She keeps the vibrations going and it sends you straight into another orgasm and then it becomes too sensitive and starts to hurt so you have to beg for her to turn it off. 

She does and that in itself makes you moan because the toy is still resting against your special spot and your clit and you can feel it every time you move. 

“You okay?” she asks and you huff out a laugh as you look in the mirror at your ruined state. There’s not much you can do besides dampen a paper towel and run it over your face and hope Carol doesn’t notice how sweaty you’ve become, although period cramps were a good excuse. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say and then soften. “I really miss you.” 

“I know, honey. I really miss you too. But I’ll see you soon, yeah?” 

You nod even though she can’t see you and you wish she was there to give you a hug and a kiss. 

“Now go back out there and finish dinner,” Agatha says, teasing lilt in her voice, “and maybe I’ll send you the second part of that video.” 

You’ve never obeyed anyone so quickly in your life. 

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10 Best Reseller Hosting Companies

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10 Best Reseller Hosting Companies

Ever thought of owning your own hosting company? 

Luckily, it’s not all suits and ties. You can own and manage your own hosting service from the corner of your bedroom and earn some profit. This is termed ‘reseller hosting,’ a type of hosting that allows you to buy a bulk hosting plan from a full-scale web host and resell it to your customers based on their needs or demands. For many years, it has served as a source of passive income to agencies and digital entrepreneurs and is still profitable today. 

As a reseller, you’re probably looking for the best reseller services that are budget-friendly yet have excellent performance, robust security features, unlimited or sizable bandwidth and space, quality customer support, etc. But with countless web hosts making bold claims about their services, finding the right fit can get tricky.  

No need to fret! Instead of sifting through thousands of reseller hosting providers online, we have done the heavy lifting to rank the top ten reseller providers based on their unique strengths. 

But before we get started…

Top 10 Reseller Hosting Companies At A Glance

SiteGround – This is where Unite.ai is hosted.

StableHost

Cloudways

Verpex

Inmotion

A2Hosting

Chemicloud

KnownHost

GreenGeeks

HostArmada

What is Reseller Hosting and How Does It Work?

Reseller hosting is a web hosting service where you become a (mini) web host yourself. Here, you purchase or rent web hosting resources from a web hosting provider, such as space and bandwidth, and sell them (for profit) to a third party. The profit you make comes from the difference in the cost and selling prices.

In this type of hosting, you are assigned a client admin area called the WHM (web hosting manager), where you can manage all your hosting services. This administrative control enables you to create hosting plans and customer accounts, share hosting services, etc. You can also create separate control panel accounts for your customers on this platform. This way, they can manage their hosting needs end-to-end without your help.  

The best part is that you get a white labeling option that enables you to customize the hosting services to your preferences. You can add your brand logo, sell the services under your brand name, design the dashboard to be consistent with your brand colors, and so on.  

Tip: Most reseller hosting providers also give you access to WHMCS or Blest to receive and manage payments. Not all web hosts are compatible with both platforms, so ensure you confirm this before committing to any plan. 

Who is Reseller Hosting For?

Reseller hosting is for people who want to own and run their own hosting companies without purchasing or managing the underlying server infrastructure. This makes it a great option for web developers, designers, IT guys, and freelancers who want to sell web hosting as a complementary service to their core offerings. 

Because of its low-cost entry barrier, it poses an attractive option for digital marketing professionals looking to expand their service portfolio and generate additional income streams. 

These Are The Very Best Reseller Providers

In this section, I ranked the best ten reseller hosting providers based on their unique advantages. It’s subjective and will likely be different from other hosting reviews. Let’s go! 

SiteGround tops my list of best reseller hosting providers. With over two decades in the hosting industry, they have continually refined their service offerings to provide scalable, performance-focused hosting to all their users. In all their plans, including reseller hosting, you get free emails, daily backups, free CDN integration, a free SSL certificate, and unlimited bandwidth. 

So many things attracted me to SiteGround, but their commitment to providing reliable performance and robust reseller tools at an affordable price stood out to me. You’ll love their Google cloud-hosted servers, out-of-the-box caching, customization options (private DNS and white labeling), 99.9% uptime guarantee, and blazing speed. They also offer priority support on their top plans, ensuring you get the best assistance when needed. 

Why choose SiteGround?

Their servers are built on Google Cloud.

They offer access to over 30 developer tools for easy management 

You can create as many professional emails as you want

Robust security tools on every plan

Daily and automatic backups on all plans 

Overall, SiteGround is an excellent choice for an affordable reseller host with outstanding performance and reliable customer service. 

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It’s not common to see a web host with 4.9-star reviews on TrustPilot, which is why I graded StableHost the best-rated reseller hosting provider. A majority of their reviewers gave good comments about their excellent customer support.  

StableHost offers a wide range of hosting solutions, including VPS, shared, and dedicated hosting. All their plans are flexible, scalable, and built on enterprise-grade SSD drives and dual cores for reliable, high-performance websites. On each plan, you have access to a robust security system (free SSL certificate, WAF, and anti-spam), unlimited bandwidth, and an in-built drag-and-drop website builder to create your own website for free. 

Why should you choose StableHost reseller hosting services? If you’re tired of web hosts with unreliable customer service, this provider is for you. They use cluttered hosting—a technology that allows servers to share resources and workloads—to improve website performance and speed. This clustered setup ensures no single server is overwhelmed, leading to faster processing and improved performance. If one server fails, the others take over automatically, minimizing downtime and ensuring that your clients have access to their website at all times. 

Why choose StableHost?

They use enterprise-grade SSD storage and LiteSpeed servers for fast loading times and optimal performance. 

cPanel and WHM for easy access and client management 

They offer a 99.9% uptime guarantee to ensure your client’s website is always accessible. 

They provide 24/7/365 customer support on different levels – live chat, phone calls, emails, and even physical mailing services.

45-day money-back guarantee to give you a satisfactory look at all their features and tools 

In summary, StableHost is an excellent choice for anyone looking for a reliable, high-performance reseller hosting provider offering scalable features and quality customer support. 

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3. Cloudways  (Most user-friendly)

Tired of the traditional cPanel providers? Checkout Cloudways, a reputable cloud hosting provider with a custom control panel. Their goal is to simplify website building and management, especially for users without technical experience. How? Let’s start with the basics – the Cloudways platform. 

The Cloudways platform is intuitive and beginner-friendly, allowing you to perform intensive activities in just one click. For instance, you can create, clone, or scale servers without hassles. Of course, you’ll get the customary hosting features on Cloudways, such as a free SSL Let’s Encrypt certificate, automated backups, a dedicated OS-level firewall, and more. 

You can also add team members (this feature is absent on cPanel) for easy collaboration and monitor all your client’s websites from one dashboard with their 24/7 real-time server monitoring service. You can see why I ranked them as the easiest to use.  

I love that their service offerings are unique, too. Instead of VPS, shared or dedicated hosting services, their packages are priced based on your chosen infrastructure. For example, if you’re deploying your website on the Digital Ocean, you’ll pay $54/month for the lowest plan and $36.56 for the AWS server.  

Cloudways’ focus on usability and performance makes them an excellent choice for resellers. For each reseller hosting plan, you can add unlimited sites and apps (without worrying about the extra costs of an upgrade), access to their proprietary control panel, dedicated firewalls, staging environment, and advanced caching functionalities. They also handle every server-related issue and simplify workflows so that you can focus on business logic rather than cloud server hassles or managing your client’s websites. 

Why choose Cloudways? 

Their modern control panel is sleek and easy to use

Cloudways use cloud-based, enterprise-grade servers for fast and reliable website performance 

The hosting resources are completely scalable  

Free SSL and CDN on all plans

Hourly and monthly payments available 

Overall, Cloudways provides easy-to-use, high-performance hosting solutions with scalable reseller hosting features, making it an excellent choice for all resellers – IT guys, digital marketing entrepreneurs, or online business owners. 

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4. Verpex (Best managed hosting)

Verpex is another young web hosting provider gaining mainstream adoption because of its reliability and versatility. This less-than-a-decade-old host currently hosts over 200,000 websites worldwide. Yes, totally amazing! 

Verpex offers myriad web hosting services—shared, VPS, cloud, WordPress, etc. Although they don’t have email hosting (which is common to hosts in this category), they complement that with other unique hosting services such as eCommerce, WooCommerce social media, SaaS, and CRM hosting. 

Each plan features unlimited bandwidth, cPanel, SSL certificates, unlimited migrations, NVMe SSD storage, and more. Remember what I shared earlier about AMD EPYC processors? This web host also provides nest-generated AMD EPYC CPUs for more efficient website performance. 

One of the advantages of switching to this web host is their fully managed service approach. As a reseller for their hosting packages, they handle your server’s technical aspects, including server maintenance, upgrades, and security. This allows you to focus on non-technical issues and expand your business accordingly. 

Verpex’s best reseller hosting plans, which start at $20/month, allows you to create up to 50 cPanel accounts. You enjoy 250GB NVMe SSD disk space, unlimited bandwidth, and a free domain transfer. The plan also helps reduce latency and improve user experience with Anycast DNS, a networking technique that spreads DNS requests across various servers globally. This means no matter where your clients are located, they can enjoy faster and more responsive website performance. 

Why choose Vertex?

Vertex provides round-the-clock support with expert technical support to answer all your queries

They offer free automated daily backups 

WHM and cPanel for hosting management 

Their servers are in over nine countries worldwide, including London, New York, etc. 

They provide robust security features such as Immunify 360, SSL certificates, and SPAM-free email servers.

In summary, Verpex offers comprehensive managed hosting services for anyone looking for reliable and efficient hosting services for their clients.  

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There are hosting providers that prioritize paid users over unpaid ones. However, Inmotion Hosting stands out by offering support to all types of users, including those who are yet to commit to their plans. This means even though you’re an unpaid user, you have full access to their customer support team whenever needed. Their commitment to excellent customer service and fast response times made me categorize them as one of the best web hosts with quality customer support. According to Sunil Saxena, Inmotion’s cofounder, they’re a customer service company that happens to offer web hosting.

They’re a privately owned company providing managed, cloud-based web hosting services to businesses of all sizes. They have been in the hosting industry for over two decades and proudly manage over 170,000 websites hosted on their platform. They use green data centers that are wholly owned and managed by them. All their plans boast 99.99% uptime, over 500,000 WordPress installations via Softwaculous, SSL certificates, NVMe SSD storage, etc.

As a customer-focused company, they offer managed reseller hosting to help you save time on routine server tasks. Whether you want to migrate all your clients’ websites without hitches or install custom software configurations, their managed services cover all technical aspects while you focus on growing your business. 

Why choose Inmotion Hosting?

Custom nameservers are available for all plans 

Free domain reseller account that allows you to sell and register domains to your clients 

Free WHMCS to manage, automate, and receive payments from your customers 

Reseller VPS hosting is available for users in need of dedicated resources 

On-demand backups on all plans 

90-day money-back guarantee, offering more time to test if they’re a good fit

Free website builder on all plans 

Overall, Inmotion Hosting is a customer-centric hosting provider with state-of-the-art functionalities that guarantee your success online. Compared to other providers I reviewed in this piece, Inmotion only offers 80GB SSD storage at $0.99/month. Although, this plan renews at $35.99/mo. 

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6. A2Hosting (Most comprehensive)

When I first tested A2 hosting services, I was awestruck! They offer myriad hosting features on all plans, making it one of the most versatile providers in the hosting industry. A2 Hosting provides high-performance servers, free site migrations, daily backups, unlimited SSD storage, and a free SSL certificate for all plans. Their turbo servers, SSD NVMe and LiteSpeed Turbo Caching, available on higher plans, can deliver up to 20X faster speed and performance for an enjoyable user experience and higher conversion rates. 

Whether you’re a veteran reseller or just looking to start your journey, A2 Hosting has a tailored plan for you. Each reseller hosting package contains SSD storage, white-labeled WHM and cPanel, WHMCS or Blesta for payments, automated daily backups, CloudFlare CDN, and DNS management. 

Under the smallest plan, you can create up to 30 client accounts and offer customized hosting packages. I love that all their plans come with fully managed server management services, so you don’t have to worry about server maintenance or updates. 

Why choose A2 Hosting?

Their LiteSpeed servers are built to handle high traffic without stress 

They offer scalable server resources, allowing you to scale effortlessly without downtime or service interruptions 

Your clients can keep track of their web performance via the website statistics feature 

24/7/365 reliable customer support 

Unflinching 99.9% uptime guarantee

Wide server locations

In summary, A2 Hosting is your best bet for resource-filled hosting services. 

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7. Chemicloud (Best new web host)

Chemicloud is less than a decade old but is fast growing to become one of the best web hosting providers in the industry. When I first encountered them, I was skeptical about their promises and guarantees (common to new hosts to get your money). But I’m happy that Chemicloud leveraged its newness to carve a distinct niche in the hosting industry.  

Like other A-list providers, Chemicloud offers free SSL certificates, domain registration, daily backups, and a free CDN. Its servers are hosted on the cloud, coupled with NVMe storage, LiteSpeed, and Turbo caching for maximum performance. 

Even on their smallest reseller hosting plan, which starts at $19.95/month, ChemiCloud gives you up to 60 GB NVMe storage with 3TB bandwidth! The same is offered for  $22.99/month on A2 hosting. Another advantage is that you can create packages and accounts that exceed your account limits—sell more, earn more! 

ChemiCloud also offers a domain reseller program, an offshoot of the reseller hosting plan, where you can sell top-level domains for profit. Like reseller hosting, you can customize your pricing packages, install WHMCS/Blesta for payments, and manage your clients from one dashboard. It’s completely free for all reseller hosting plan users. 

Why choose Chemicloud?

They have data centers dispersed in over seven locations across the globe

They’re eco-friendly 

Their platform is mobile responsive and easy to use

White Labeling option available on all plans 

Overall, Chemicloud surpassed my expectations with its simplified, resource-rich hosting solutions for its users.  

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Looking for a budget-friendly option with good qualities? Check out KnownHost, a fully managed web hosting provider in the US. For them, offering affordable hosting services isn’t low quality. For only $6.97/month, their basic reseller hosting plan features the AMD EPYC platform and powered enterprise NVMe storage. In lay terms, their servers are built to handle high traffic volumes effortlessly and minimize downtime, ensuring your client websites remain fully accessible and functional. 

You may ask, what’s the benefit of choosing them as your preferred provider? 

In addition to excellent performance features, KnownHost is also known for its robust security features. They offer basic SSL certificates and DDoS protection. But you’ll also benefit from their advanced security system (Immunity 360), which keeps track of malicious traffic before it affects your website. 

Why choose KnownHost?

They offer LiteSpeed, LSCache, and MVMe technology for optimized performance 

White-label WHS for branding 

99.99% uptime guarantee 

Fully managed reseller hosting services 

Dedicated IPv6 address support 

One-click installs for over 400 applications 

Free website migration 

In summary, KnownHost is a good option for anyone wanting to try reseller hosting for the first time without overcommitting costs.  

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9. Greengeeks (Most eco-friendly)

GreenGeeks is a web hosting provider that stands out for its reliable, high-performance services and unwavering commitment to environmental sustainability. I believe that influenced their name, ‘GreenGeeks.’ Cool. 

Their hosting platform is designed with sustainability, ensuring they don’t pollute the environment with carbon emissions from their data centers. 

For each hosting account on their platform, they partner with a One Tree Planted non-profit to plant trees where needed around the globe. Because of this, the United States Environmental Protection Agency recognizes them as a partner for their sustainability practices. 

GreenGeeks’ reseller hosting plan features all the essentials—white-label hosting cPanel, WHM, WHMCS, domain registration, etc. I love that you can integrate other payment processors such as PayPal, Authorize.net, and 2Checkout, which means your clients have flexible payment options. They also offer a domain reseller service where you can buy and register your customers’ domains for more profit.

Why choose GreenGeeks?

Managed reseller hosting for all paid users 

They offer a 30-day money-back guarantee 

Offer up to 25 cPanel accounts on the lowest plan 

You’ll also enjoy private DNS nameservers for more customization 

24/7/365 customer service 

In summary, GreenGeeks combines reliable, high-performance hosting services with an unparalleled commitment to environmental sustainability, making it an excellent choice for eco-conscious resellers.  

Isn’t the best always saved for the last? 

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Blazing speed and reliable performance are excellent. However, security is a non-negotiable factor that should always be prioritized when selling web hosting services. As a reseller, you’re responsible for hosting and managing your clients’ sites, and they trust you to keep their websites secure at all times. If anything goes wrong, you’re at risk of damaging your reputation or, worse, inciting lawsuits from the victims. This is why you need to partner with a secure web hosting provider.  

HostArmada excels at many things but shines the most in providing a robust security system for all sites hosted on its platform. They have one goal: to provide a fast, secure, and reliable web hosting service. As a result, they have continually refined and upgraded their hosting solutions to ensure every website hosted on their platform is protected against security threats. 

Like other A-list providers, HostArmada offers VPS, shared, dedicated, reseller, and WordPress hosting plans. Its services are powered by cutting-edge cloud technology to reduce downtime and data loss due to latency. 

A provider committed to security should expect robust security features out of the box. I’m glad Hostarmada didn’t disappoint. Their web hosting environment is layered with multiple security firewalls to prevent malicious attacks. 

Beyond the usual SSL certificate, automated backups, and DDoS protection, they have a web server security fleet that surveys web traffic to identify and block any malicious attack on your site. They also have an ‘Environmental Security Fleet’ that identifies and mitigates security threats across all their servers. 

Why you should choose HostArmada: 

They offer LiteSpeed web servers and  an LS Cache plugin for blazing-speed

Access to Memcached, an object caching technology that serves database queries faster  

They provide WAF protection, malware detection & cleanup, etc., for site security

White-labeling WHM service for customization  

In summary, I was pleased with HostArmada’s features. Their commitment to security without sacrificing performance and reliability makes them a good choice for resellers. 

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How We Chose The Best Reseller Providers

Before evaluating each host, I laid out some criteria peculiar to running a successful reseller hosting business:

Unbeatable Reliability and performance: 

This is a no-brainer. To attract and keep clients as a reseller, you need a provider with reliable performance and high speed. The provider should have all the required features for optimal performance and at least a 99.9% uptime guarantee to keep your customers’ websites running smoothly and accessible at all times.

Pricing: 

Another thing I considered is the cost. The truth is, in the hosting industry, expensive doesn’t always mean better. Sometimes, smaller hosts offer better service. This is why I understudy each pricing package to know if the specs included worth the price and don’t have hidden fees. 

Scalability: 

As your client base increases, you need a provider with scalable servers—that is, one that offers the opportunity to scale seamlessly as you grow. For the purpose of this review, I chose web hosts with expandable storage, bandwidth, and a variety of scalable features. 

Feature-rich: 

Before choosing a web host, I look for providers with robust reseller features. This includes the basic reseller functionalities – WHM, WHMCS, cPanel, site migrations, unlimited bandwidth and storage, SSL certificates, etc. I also considered the availability of advanced features such as integrated CDN services, developer tools like SSH access, staging environment, automated backups and white labeling options. 

24/7/365 Customer Service: 

As a reseller, you’re expected to provide quality, on-demand support to your clients. But sometimes, they experience issues outside your control or skill set. In this review, I prioritized providers with a verifiable reputation for delivering quality customer support to avoid hiccups. These providers offer varying levels of support, from phone calls to emails and (or) live chat. 

FAQs

What is the best reseller hosting? 

The best reseller hosting provider offers reliable performance, blazing speed, a 99.9% uptime guarantee, cPanel or other related control panels, white labeling, and a quality customer support team. 

I’ll choose Siteround as the best reseller hosting for 2024 because it provides all these features (and more) at an affordable price. Their platform is intuitive and easy to use. 

Can you make money reselling hosting? 

Yes, you can make a ton of money selling web hosting services. However, this depends on your chosen web host, pricing structure, and customer base.  Choosing a reliable provider coupled with competitive pricing and good customer support is an excellent way to win the hearts of your customers fast. They’ll likely recommend you to their network, which means more revenue for your business. 

How to set up reseller hosting? 

Setting up reseller hosting differs based on the web host you choose. Generally, the process goes like this: 

Choose your preferred provider. 

Find the reseller hosting plan on their website (it’s most times listed under ‘hosting’) 

Sign up, make payments, and set up your reseller hosting. 

Head to the client area (WHM or others) to customize your hosting services. You can also leverage the white labeling opinion (if included) to add your brand elements. 

Promote your business to reach new customers. 

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“Carbon neutral” Bitcoin operation founded by coal plant operator wasn’t actually carbon neutral

I'm at DEFCON! TODAY (Aug 9), I'm emceeing the EFF POKER TOURNAMENT (noon at the Horseshoe Poker Room), and appearing on the BRICKED AND ABANDONED panel (5PM, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01). TOMORROW (Aug 10), I'm giving a keynote called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE! How hackers can seize the means of computation and build a new, good internet that is hardened against our asshole bosses' insatiable horniness for enshittification" (noon, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01).

Water is wet, and a Bitcoin thing turned out to be a scam. Why am I writing about a Bitcoin scam? Two reasons:

I. It's also a climate scam; and

II. The journalists who uncovered it have a unique business-model.

Here's the scam. Terawulf is a publicly traded company that purports to do "green" Bitcoin mining. Now, cryptocurrency mining is one of the most gratuitously climate-wrecking activities we have. Mining Bitcoin is an environmental crime on par with opening a brunch place that only serves Spotted Owl omelets.

Despite Terawulf's claim to be carbon-neutral, it is not. It plugs into the NY power grid and sucks up farcical quantities of energy produced from fossil fuel sources. The company doesn't buy even buy carbon credits (carbon credits are a scam, but buying carbon credits would at least make its crimes nonfraudulent):

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/31/carbon-upsets/#big-tradeoff

Terawulf is a scam from top to bottom. Its NY state permit application promises not to pursue cryptocurrency mining, a thing it was actively trumpeting its plan to do even as it filed that application.

The company has its roots in the very dirtiest kinds of Bitcoin mining. Its top execs (including CEO Paul Prager) were involved with Beowulf Energy LLC, a company that convinced struggling coal plant operators to keep operating in order to fuel Bitcoin mining rigs. There's evidence that top execs at Terawulf, the "carbon neutral" Bitcoin mining op, are also running Beowulf, the coal Bitcoin mining op.

This is a very profitable scam. Prager owns a "small village" in Maryland, with more that 20 structures, including a private gas station for his Ferrari collection (he also has a five bedroom place on Fifth Ave). More than a third of Terawulf's earnings were funneled to Beowulf. Terawulf also leases its facilities from a company that Prager owns 99.9% of, and Terawulf has *showered * that company in its stock.

So here we are, a typical Bitcoin story: scammers lying like hell, wrecking the planet, and getting indecently rich. The guy's even spending his money like an asshole. So far, so normal.

But what's interesting about this story is where it came from: Hunterbrook Media, an investigative news outlet that's funded by a short seller – an investment firm that makes bets that companies' share prices are likely to decline. They stand to make a ton of money if the journalists they hire find fraud in the companies they investigate:

https://hntrbrk.com/terawulf/

It's an amazing source of class disunity among the investment class:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/08/money-talks/#bullshit-walks

As the icing on the cake, Prager and Terawulf are pivoting to AI training. Because of course they are.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/09/terawulf/#hunterbrook

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i love the fact that wei wuxian is an amazing teacher like he is THAT professor in highschool/college that leaves a mark on your life forever just because he’s super cool and earnestly interested in teaching and spreading the knowledge that he has; what’s more is that there is an idea (somewhat valid) that natural geniuses at academics are not good at teaching because they don’t understand how a concept would need to be packaged to someone who doesn’t intuitively understand it but wei wuxian hops over that idea entirely and proves that he can competently relay complex information in a manner digestible to his juniors while making the learning engaging and fun because the best part about wei wuxian’s genius is not that he is innately able to understand complex academic information but that he’s just extremely good at Figuring Shit Out and that’s why he can still relate to his students and dissemble convoluted topics and present them in the form of basic building blocks that can be pieced together by any regular student. and on top of that, he is a good mentor in other matters like practical application, common sense and a general awareness of the mentees he goes out on-field with. like you know he’d be beloved by anyone he taught because he covers both sides: being a good teacher and being a good person and i think that is absolutely amazing.

[81pastrys]

College!AU

Part 1 / 7

Summary— She arrives at her dorm and expects to see her new roommate, but when HE shows up; her perspective changed on the perfect roommate she had imagined.

Warnings— they’re both a bit dickish; Lando is dismissive as well

A/N— It is Lando! I just started writing without his name.

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I finally bit the bullet and moved out for college. I was so excited to start classes and get settled into my dorm. My mom had her worries, along with my dad, but nothing could beat the overwhelming joy I had in branching out on my own.

There I was, staring at the boxes and furniture pieces eager to be placed in their spots. I began putting furniture in place then began unpacking boxes. The room was a semi-private suite. Technically one room, but divided by a wall in the middle and an open sliver to the other side for a roommate.

I unpack my toiletries and organize them, hang clothes up, break down the finished boxes, until it all came together to be cozy and mine. A sigh of relief leaves my body as I finally relax on my bed. I go to start shopping for things I may have missed or need for the future. The night creeps in and no sight of a roommate. I ignore it and go to sleep in my new cozy space.

The next day I explore campus, finding the cafeteria, study halls, main buildings, and my classrooms. I settle down in a small coffee shop near the perimeter of the school grounds. I make sure my classes are in line and have what I need for classes.

Once midday hit, I return to my dorm. The entrance had a pile of clothes and few boxes strewn about. “Hello?” I call out expecting a girls voice to answer. Well, the dorms do have mixed placements so it could be a guy. Although I get no answer. I walk in and see more random shit about in the once empty space.

I notice quickly I’m roomed with a man or a really masculine girl. I shrug it off and lay on my bed. They’ll come back and organize, I hope. I hear voices in the hall, laughing and talking loudly. I roll my eyes and try to ignore it until the door clicks open. I sit up and abandon my phone to greet my roommate.

“Hey, you must be my roommate!” I greet before rounding the corner. A man. Of course. He stares at me like I’m insane and snuck in. He swaps the keys to his opposite hand and takes his phone out.

“Uhh I hope not, I thought my buddy was rooming with me.” He dismisses me. I’m taken aback by the audacity. I cross my arms and lean against a wall.

“Well I’ve already organized my things so.” I reply softly, as if he didn’t just dismiss me. “Maybe it was an application mistake.” I offer a simple explanation, in which he rolls his eyes at me. He walks over the pile of clothes and plops on the bed.

“Yeah, whatever I’ll fix it.” He scoffs still on his phone. I walk back to my side of the room and try to relax. It’s just a guy, and I won’t even see him around. My mind now races with anxiety, I didn’t get his name, what if he’s a serial killer, well anyone can be a serial killer.

Time passes with a few laughs here and there from both of us. I hear him mumble something and then what sounds like commentators on his phone talking about some sort of racing. I roll my eyes. “Can you turn that down?” I yell across the wall. He doesn’t turn the volume down, but up. I hear him chuckle.

I get up and walk to the open wall. “What? I can do what I want, it’s my room.” He said. His room is still a fucking mess and it’s starting to bother me. How can you just throw everything and call it a day?

“Okay, well it’s also my room.” I say, my arms crossed. “Can you at least clean up your side?” He looks at me like I just killed his puppy. Then goes on to ignore me. “Ok I don’t even know your name and you’re being a dick.” I say and return to my side of the room.

What an amazing start 🤭

[senselessviolets]

“one step closer”

stepdad!Roman Roy x Fem. Reader

Rating E (Angst/Smut)

Word Count: 2.8k

AO3 Link

WARNINGS:

Ass-eating, rimming, pussy-eating, smut, office sex, hate sex, fucked-up power play, humiliation (both recieving and giving), Roman is Reader’s stepdad, Reader is halfway through college & has known Rome since she was 18, POST SEASON 4, no PIV, no uses of Y/N.

!! /// SPOILER/ADDITIONAL CONTENT WARNING /// !!

Reader and Roman take photo/video during the encounter without each other's consent. It's not entirely 'revenge porn' since we don't know what happens to the footage after the fact. Still thought I'd give a heads-up, though!

Author's Notes:

Both me & @cum-a-calla operate under the notion that Roman Roy could and would eat pussy/ass—so long as things were kinky enough & he wasn’t being watched during. “Make It Wrong” still lives in my head rent-free, just sayin’.

Summary:

Three years ago, your mom married billionaire Roman Roy, making him your ‘stepdad’, much to your dismay. Being an econ major who wants as much hands-on experience as possible, you begrudgingly take him on as your mentor and shadow him around the clock at Waystar. All of this prolonged time together starts to wear thin on you, and things come to a head one late night in his office.

“What the fuck did you just say?” you beckon Roman as he stands opposite you in his chilly office.

“What? Your mom’s a cunt. You know your mom’s a cunt so what-what’s this big bad bitch attitude for? I’m just stating the facts as well as the obvious—being that your mother is a Grade A cunt,”

“Yeah? Really? Then how come you fuckin’ married her?” you say.

“If I say ‘purely for the optics,’ are you gonna cave my head in with that paperweight?” he points.

You beam down at your hand, not even realizing you’ve picked up the metal sphere mid-argument. Roman had picked today, of all days, to wind you up, as he so often enjoyed doing. Now it was after hours; just you, him, and a few other forlorn souls ruminating in the Waystar Studios office building. You taking up a major in global economics and his name belonging to one of the world’s largest media conglomerates resulted in somewhat of a cohesion between the two of you. And yet, you refused to accept him as your so-called stepfather; you refused to at the altar, and you refused to still three years after the fact. Your mom, a class action lawyer who’s helmed several of the most high-profile corporate malfeasance cases, didn’t need his money. To say it was not a huge driving force behind their decision to get hitched less than a year after meeting each other would be a complete falsehood. 

You’d suspected that a large part of it was Roman’s subconscious effort to feign normalcy after his family all but fell apart at the seams several years ago. Dad—dead. Older brother—may as well be dead. His baby sister, now beset with a baby of her own, married to Corporate America’s latest progeny. It was all so grim. You could hardly blame him for being so desperate, so willing to put up with whatever just to make do. 

Doesn’t mean he didn’t send you flying into a white-knuckled, red-eyed rage at least once a day. 

As a result of the GoJo acquisition, Roman had accepted that his role in the company was no longer what it once was. He went as far as resigning—his old COO position now being occupied by Mattsson’s pal Oskar, and Tom crowned as CEO. He orbited around Studios before winding up back where he’d started. He was the newly minted President of Distribution. It really all boiled down to the optics at the end of the day. Roman hadn’t simply handed his stepdaughter a highly sought-after internship. He merely ‘aided her in the application process’. That’s how she’d become a Multiplatform Content Strategy Trainee with practically zero experience.

“This ‘economical’ enough for you?” he’d said, tossing the paperwork outlining the internship at you.

“Wow,” you breathed, in a false amazement, “You must really not want me to go back to New York, huh?” 

Little did you know at the time what twisted scheming was behind his actions. 

You did have your suspicions, though.

“...okay, Lil’ Miss Scary…you gonna bludgeon me to death or what? Hm? Take out some of that pent-up anger you’ve been bottling all inside you for the past, what, six months? Might feel good. Might feel really good, actually.” You sigh and set it down on the teakwood desk. 

“Y’know…I know you like to joke about your dad taking a pop or a swing at you when you were younger…but you have ‘kicked puppy’ written all over your goddamn face. You’re a pathetic excuse for a person, much less a man though you’re a pretty fucking wretched excuse for one of those too. I cannot fathom a single version of reality where you are not this warped, bent version of a person. With your vapid, pretty wife who hates you and your daughter, that’s not even yours, who—shocker—also hates you. Be honest. If you performed a little magic trick and practically ‘poofed’ out of existence like your brother did, y’think anyone would actually even fucking notice—” A sharp snap whips against your cheek.

It stings in an instant, and you barely have the time to even register what’s just occurred. But then it dawns upon you; he just fucking slapped you and didn’t think twice about it.

You could scream. You could cry. And part of you kind of wishes he’d do it again—just one more time so that maybe the red is emblazoned into the details of your skin and the sting becomes a burn. His expression softens when you open your eyes. You can see him maybe even for a split-second regret his actions, rearing to give a halfhearted apology. And then you pull your hand back and strike him square in the jaw. Roman scoffs, smoothing his tussled hair back. 

“Yeah…feel better..?” he sniffs.

You move to start wailing on him, and he halts your wrists. Using all of your weight, you lurch and struggle against his grasp wildly.

“No, no, no, no—stop. Stop! We’re not doing this, we’re not—hey!” Roman is half-laughing, half-serious, “Sh-sh-shh! Hey! Enough!” 

“Let me go, you fucker! L-Let me go!” you sob, “Let me go!”

The two of you have become utterly entangled with one another, hips colliding with the edge of his desk. 

“Stop! Oh my god! D’you want someone to see this shit?! You acting like this! Like a crazy fuckin’ psycho-bitch, knock it off!”

“I hate you! I hate you!” you belt out.

He nods along with your protests and ‘mm-hms’ as if he were actively listening and considering your assertions. It’s sickeningly patronizing. The fight has just about left your body, and the resistance in your arms wanes. Your breaths are labored, and you stumble back and forth as Roman continues to hold you steady.

“...I-I hate you….god, I f-fucking hate you,” you sob bitterly.

“There, it is. There you go…let it out, sweetheart. Some big tears for such a little thing like you,” he coos, “There, there. Deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths.”

Your center of gravity has shifted, and you find yourself being compelled backwards into the edge of that hardwood desk. His pelvis follows suit, pressed against yours. Roman releases your wrists and draws you into a cold but firm embrace. His lithe hands affix themselves to the small of your back, not daring to descend any lower. Funny how the prospect of holding someone in a deep embrace and being mildly sweet to them like this would’ve sent Roman running for the hills mere years ago.

What changed?

You. You came along. 

The mere presence of ‘you’ provided him the opportunity to dabble somewhere between deplorable and despicable without consequence. Truth be told, there was a particularly wanton tension between the two of you. It emanated the most in moments of silence—gaps in your conversations. When you could feel him staring you down, and you’d refuse to give him so much as the time of day. That rejection, that repulsion. It called to him like a homing beacon. You, being his stepdaughter, of age but no blood to be shared, were the centerpiece of the whole thing. This was fucked in every sense. To the point where it would disturb Roman late into the night as he slept inches away from your mom, palming his stiffness as he imagined your face red and puffy with tears. Like now. 

“I do love you, you know,” Roman coaxes, “I do,”

“I don’t,” you insist between sniffles, “I-I won’t,”

“I know. I know.”

Roman pulls away, just as you were getting used to his closeness. He purposefully turns his back to you, and you’re left puzzled and shaking with adrenaline. 

“Tell me it’s wrong,”

“...w-what?”

“Tell me it’s wrong and that I’m going to hell and how fucked I am for getting off to you,” he goads, “Do it.”

“..I-I…I’m…R-R—”

“Should be making you call me ‘dad’ or ‘stepdad’ or some shit. That’d be something, wouldn’t it? Yeah, it would,” Roman scoffs, a breathlessness consuming his tone of voice, “Fuck.”

It’s then that you realize how his movements are conveniently obscured by his stance. His feet planted firmly, shoulder width apart, while his head began to crane back. It doesn’t take a super-sleuth to realize what he was starting to do. With his stepdaughter present in the room, no less. 

Horrible. Disgusting. Vile. What else is new?

“Door’s right there if you’re not…y’know…but if you stay…I can’t make any promises that what I’m gonna do to you will be decent in the slightest,”

Puffing a defiant breath, you brisk past Roman. In an instant, you’re standing before him, in your flattering powersuit he checked your ass out in too many times to count. It takes a Herculean amount of self-will not to look back and see him exposed like a raw nerve. Those hurried, desperate pants that fill the office with such sweet noise. You don’t recall hearing a belt be undone; you figure he’s taken to stroking himself through his slacks. 

Keep fucking walking. Don’t give him the satisfaction. 

That smarmy little fuck. Be the bigger person.

Be the bigger person.

Is it possible to be ‘the bigger person’ when the man in question is your one and only stepfather? Your stepfather, that’s taken a liking to you ever since you met him at your grad party. Your stepfather, who, whenever he’d stay over at your Mom’s for a while, you’d notice yourself missing various undergarments more and more. A bralette, some black opaque tights, and your favorite checkered ankle socks that you’d no doubt worn more than once without washing. They were never clean—the clothes you suspected him of thieving. 

But you figure, that was probably the point.

More ‘you’ on them for him to savor. 

“...well..?” he snaps you back to reality.

Your hand slowly grabs the edge of the glass door, the one connecting his office to the rest of world. Rather than carrying yourself and your dignity over the threshold, you pull that door closed until it clicks shut. Your fingers then ghost over the zipper at the front of your trousers. You’ve already shed your blazer without even realizing it, leaving a tight-fitted white blouse underneath. In a moment, you’re bare from the waist down, having just utterly pantsed yourself in your stepdad’s office. There’s still the hipster lace panties you’d been sporting underneath, but you make quick work of them, awkwardly inching them down past your hips and over the softness of your thighs.

“...I knew it,” a hoarse voice says behind you.

A pair of cold, more dexterous hands slap past your own, and he proceeds to peel your panties down the rest of the way. They remain limp around your ankles along with your pants. They sort of keep you in place, preventing you from moving around on him. You close your eyes, lips trembling with need. They part the moment you feel a faint trail of facial hair ghost up your thighs. Roman, who’s presumably on his knees at this point, has resorted to dragging his lips up and down the smooth flesh of your hamstrings. He speckles them in kisses, getting closer and closer to where you both want him.

“...pull it…pull it apart…,” he murmurs with a certain level of urgency in his tone.

His request takes a moment to rattle through your head. Once his words have sunk in, you dig your fingers into the plumpest part of your cheeks and pry them apart for Roman. The stale cool office air hits the slickness of your cunt instantly. He takes a moment to coat his fingers in your wetness, dipping them in and out of your greedy little hole. For a brief second, you feel something rigid and fleshy prod the ring of your asshole. Initially, you think it’s a finger, but then the added chill of a deep inhale there makes you come to the conclusion that it’s his nose. A hot dripping tongue drags from the bottom of your pussy back to the ring of muscle he seems so preoccupied with.

Your bullshit internship had evolved into a glorified personal assistant gig over time. That being said, as far as you were aware, ‘getting rimmed by your stepdad’ was not on the docket for today. Had your proximity to Roman “Romulus” Roy debauched you entirely? Robbing you blind of all your morals that quickly? All at once, the reality of the situation hits you and leaves you sickened and feeling all of a sudden very exposed.

“D-Da–Roman. W-Wha—what if somebody sees—”

“I don’t give a shit,” he growls, in between licks.

“Roman—”

“Just shut the fuck up, okay? Just…just let me do this,”

“I-I’m gon-gonna trip, I can’t just stand here like—”

“Fine,” he huffs, pulling away from you entirely, “Just…I dunno. Lay down, on the sofa, over the desk, w-whatever, just…go…I’ll wait. Also, y’know…no peeking.”

“Yeah, thanks, got it,” you snark.

Without directing your gaze at him, you stumble your way over to his desk, leaning yourself over it unceremoniously. Bracing your weight entirely on your elbows while letting your middle hang limp, all the while keeping your ass propped up. The sound of his leather oxfords sashaying against the trim carpet is the only indicator of his whereabouts, like some perverted Marco Polo. 

Until the loud click of a phone’s camera shutter fills the void.

“Ah–shit–fuck!”

Instinctively, you begin to lean upwards, before a blunt force pushes you back down over the desktop roughly, his phone clattering on the wooden surface as he tosses it to the side.

“Don’t! Don’t do that, just—”

“Roman?”

“—’s fine, okay? Just don’t—it’s not—it’s not a big deal,”

“Ro—”

A glob of wet is spat onto your hole, and a semi-slick thumb pops right in. The intrusion draws a whine out of you, the sensation unfamiliar but not unwanted. His free hand hastily masturbates you from beneath, making the occasional contact with your clit. You don’t get the impression that any of this has been done with your pleasure in mind. He doesn’t care if you finish. You’re merely a vessel for his urges in this moment. The brand new toy on the playground he finally got his hands on. So yeah, he might want to see what makes you tick and what kind of batteries you run on—but it's all for his own amusement at the end of the day. 

You know it, too.

“…I-I can’t believe it…this is what it takes…what it takes to get you off nowadays,” you exhale shakily, “B-Bending your only stepdaughter over your desk, defiling her…should be fucking lucky I’m letting you touch me at all, you sick fuck,”

Roman groans against your skin, his tongue taking over for his fingers on your cunt.

“Yeah…? How many girls…how many women have you charmed into thinking you’re some…some playboy…some fucker who’d just pump and dump them for nickels….all for them to realize that you’re the worst…that you’re the most vile fucking human being they’ve ever met…how many women, Roman? Huh, how fucking many, d’you think?”

There’s the clinking of that buckle. And that zipper. 

And those breathy fucking pants and the needy little moans that follow.

“There’s something wrong with you…there really, truly is. You see this young college girl you’re told is gonna be your stepdaughter…then you just wanna do this to her…ruin her for everyone else…like whoever fucking ruined you. Shit. They did a number on you, didn’t they?” 

A hand that was fondling you in some way is removed, now having been given a new purpose.

“Such a fuck-up…such a worthless piece of nothing…let me say this, though. I do have a little confession to make…,” you drop your voice to a whisper, “I truly cannot wait until the day that she wakes the fuck up and finally fuckin’ leaves you—“

A guttural, throaty sound followed by hyperventilating is all you hear. Some warm flicks of liquid speckle the backs of your calves. Given his timely “finish”, you allow yourself to turn around and take in the view before you. What had been a proud spoiled twat of a man is now reduced to a puddle of nothing at your feet. For all the power he held over you and your mom, it was reassuring to see him like this—a reminder of just what he really is and always will be. His slacks are pulled down only enough for his cock to leak pathetically out of. He’s on his knees, where he indubitably belongs. Dress shirt soiled with sweat. His brown locks are drenched, affixed to his veiny forehead in dark tendrils. Cheeks reddened, lips that have been bathed in your pussy—his entire face stricken with an expression of relief. 

You stride over to your bottoms, which had been abandoned, and pull them up without haste, along with your blazer, also in a heap on the floor. There’s something heavy in one of your pockets—your phone. Clearing your throat, you walk over to Roman once more. He remains in disarray on the floor, the thoughts having yet to return to his head. You open your camera app, pressing the record button, that recognizable ding. You see him in his full diminished glory through the screen, savoring the view for all its worth.  

“...there, there. Deep breaths, baby,” you serenade, “Deep breaths.”

He lifts his head with an all-knowing tilt. You swear you hear him curse under his breath.

“...feel better?” 

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[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Hidden Gems 11: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have one of our recurring themes: fics that have under 150 kudos! Check under the cut for nine fics that we think deserve a little more attention, and of course comment and kudos if you like them!

All Witches Burn by Vailee (6102, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Major Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Panic Attack, Dissociation

Sometimes desperate people make the worst (or best) decisions. Like sneaking out in the middle of the night to wander the woods and finding Bad News.'

Reccer says: This is just such a fun AU! The set-up is very fun, I love the soft world-building (some questions left open but in the BEST sort of way - Also like how, as a Fantasy AU, it's similar-ish Canon but a step to the left~. . . VERY fun XD) - So glad I refound it recently, it's very fun /u\ (P.S, The author has alot of other really good/fun Shadowgast AUs, this one in particular is just my favorite ;3c XD)

And Not A Wild Shade by Pippin (7312, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Essek goes looking for spell components on the border of Fae lands, didn't expect to encounter a mysterious Fae-touched man guarding them. . . - Shadowgast Tam Lin AU!

Reccer says: A really well done AU, just fun from start to finish and so so soft! /u\

Half-Sick of Shadows by Copperhawk (14512, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek departs from the Nein soon after the conclusion of the peace talks, saying he needs to tie up some loose ends - However he is a loose end all his own, and not the only one looking to weave this tapestry. . . (Lady of Shalott AU!)

Reccer says: A very fun fic!! Whether you know the poem or not, the fic is very well done and so fun to read - If you DO know it (or read it before reading the fic), it's fun to see the use of the framework of the poem within/meshed with the fic narrative XD The author plays with the ideas *very* well - Cannot overstress how fun and downright delightful I find this fic As a small note, while there's alot of platonic M9 & Essek and the ship-status is Pre-Relationship, there's also a nice amount of pining that's real neat XD Overall, just an amazing Fic

Act of Service by CitizenMocha (5488, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek do some roleplaying and learn more about each other.

Reccer says: I like the portrayal of nonsexual intimacy and the way Essek is written as having a disability.

The Icarus to Your Certainty by ithilielthechosenone (14091, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

sometimes you consider breaking time and then you go and kiss about it: big wizard energy

Reccer says: Some excellent post T-Dock angst and feels!

I’ll Bow to the Altar of Your Curiousity by Serlenti (10266, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Rape/Non-con, Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

Bren Ermendrud awakes, naked, gagged and strapped to an operating table, after he barely survived an implosion leveling the whole of Rexxentrum. Ready to die because of the Residuum in his arms, Bren quickly realizes that the mysterious Shadowhand is searching for something different entirely.

Reccer says: I like the medical themes!

Held in Place: Practical Applications of Immovable Object by C. Widogast et al by Artificial Haunting (6320, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek teaches Caleb some new uses of the Immovable Object spell.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Heart of Joy by Vvenus (68 276 , Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A WIP modern AU with magic featuring Caleb and Essek as dorm roomates.

Reccer says: A lot of open communication, Essek an overthinker who discovers infatuation with Caleb, it is very sweet, and also explores disabilities. It is a WIP but the author is updating 2 chapters a week !

Then we have two recs for this next fic!

Zweisamkeit by Ajaxis (29,086 (but still being updated), Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

I follows Caleb and Essek as they traverse the ruins of Aeor right after the events of C2.

Reccer 1 says: I’ve been wanting a ‘Caleb and Essek Aeor adventure’ fic for a while now and this absolutely ticks all my boxes. It’s dual pov (which I love) and you can feel the unspoken longing between them in the air. It’s also incredibly well written! Reccer 2 says: I love Caleb and Essek’s dynamic in this!! This fic is full of tense moments, humorous moments, and the typical Shadowgast pining that everyone loves. It expands on and fills in blanks for what Caleb and Essek did in Aeor and is basically canon in my eyes. I wait patiently for every update, and so far, no chapter has disappointed

This is one of our weekly communally-generated shadowgast rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. 

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Next week, we'll be featuring time travel/time loops! Fun with dunamancy

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