#my goal is to get one of these over spring break

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I understand why tattoos are expensive, but also I want so many and absolutely do not have the money for that

[st4rbwrry]

𝓢𝓐𝓣𝓞𝓡𝓤’𝓢 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛.    satoru gojo.

ᰔᩚ warnings. 5.2k, fem!reader, professor!satoru x college student!reader, classroom sex cs duh, reader’s 23! & satoru’s 30!, oral ꒰ f + m ꒱, titty sucking, biting, size kink, voice kink, sub / dom dynamic, fingering, choking, spanking, lotssss of dirty talk omgie, multiple orgasms, pet names ꒰ lil’ girl (literally just a taunt), pretty, baby ꒱, roughhhhh sex ona desk, minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs + comments are greatly appreciated. ♡

꒰ mocha’s note ! ꒱ : got inspired by miller’s girl and wrote this in literally five hours. so, happy bday daddy. <3

he always knew there was something wrong with you. how could there not be? one, you’re deadly in the eyes. that he solidified the first day. always looking at him like you wanted to eat him. two, you're a mythical deity. stunning. you could be born in a different world for all he knew. sometimes he hated those voices that told him to stare at you. watch you watch him. velvet red hair cut in layers that reach the middle of your back. dermal piercing a few inches below your right eye, multiple on your ears, septum ring in your nose. your eyes are slanted like a cat, fluffy lashes enhance your features. your lips always look soft, darkly lined, and topped with a sheen of gloss. 

most days you dressed according to weather, or really whatever you felt comfortable in. yesterday, when going over the topic for an essay he wanted everyone to have written and turned in before spring break hit, you were different. just tuesday you were wearing oversized men’s jorts with a basketball jersey tied up to your back. now, when you walked into his classroom with less clothing than he’s ever seen you in, he had to question it. you looked nice. it wasn’t any of his business, maybe you could be going out later with friends. it’s not his business. 

what was his business was how you strutted up to his desk after you waited for every student to exit class. satoru sat in his leather chair, legs sprawled and hands clasped together in front of him as he leaned back into his seat. his eyes absentmindedly trail up and down your body full of curves and soft, ample skin. the tattoos on various areas of your body are more evident. the black prescription glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose as you chew your gum and hand over your essay. those short ass white ruffled shorts and a yellow crop top, without a bra, with green accents and black font that read ‘soulaan’ in the middle a distraction.

“hi, ꒰♡꒱. you’re always one of the few people who turn in their work early.” 

“what can i say, i was very passionate about this essay,” you twirl your finger within your necklace, scanning his entire face with flirtation. satoru hums, pretending not to notice. “i really put my entire soul into it, so please take your time reading it. it’ll mean a lot.” 

“must’ve been a really interesting dream of yours.” 

“you have no idea.” 

and you were fucking right. that night satoru went home and started his usual routine of getting comfortable, making dinner, and brewing some coffee so he’s wide awake to read over thirty student essays. luckily, he didn’t ask for much. they were given two options. their goal was to describe the perception of dreams or in detail, write a tragic fantasy story. most of the essays he read felt like middle school writing, frustratingly rubbing his temples as he graded multiple papers, trying to figure out why basic comprehension skills were lacking, even doubting himself as a teacher. he tries not to stay up for hours, flipping through papers and scribbling—until he sees your name on the corner. 

satoru sniffles, taking a sip of his coffee before he’s getting comfortable in his chair, sinking into it and beginning to read what you wrote about. you’ve always had a way with words, great formatting, expansive dictionary. when reading your dream, it felt like a real novel, like he was a part of it. then, he felt really a part of it, to a point where it was uncomfortable. the story has to do with a woman who aches for an intimate union with her lover, yet he’s withholding her pleasure, leaving her trembling on the precipice of desire in their lover's den. the greek god you describe as your lover is dominating. stunning facial features, starlight hair, and crystal blue eyes. the woman is feeble, urging him to see her, to yearn for her, to become one with her. abandoning her needs for his personal endeavors. 

with gentle touches that linger on the softness of her plush thighs, smoothing along her brown skin shining under the moonlight, she results in the sensual act of pleasuring herself. the help of her lover is nowhere to be found in the darkness where her body laid on milk-toned, silk sheets. leaving her to pursue the cavern flowing with burning, hot arousal. she finds herself daydreaming of what could’ve been as her delicate fingers find themselves sinking between her precious legs. trailing another hand to her throat which she clutches tight as if it were his. rolling her hips into her hand to grind on as if he were entering himself into her. dulcet whimpers escaping her throat as her body arches off the bed in ecstasy, mind swirling with pleasurable emotions and unforeseen desires. rocking her body upon the bed as if his heavy, big body hovered over her and lost himself in her. spanking herself as if it were him. chewing on her lower lip as if he were gnawing at them. orgasming with tiny whimpers and sobs as if he were the cause. him, him, him. . . 

the heat encasing satoru’s face could only sum up one feeling; arousal. the essay goes on for so much longer, conjuring up unwanted fantasies of a woman he promised to push back into the furthest parts of his brain. you were altering his mind. it was clear as day exactly who you wrote this for and about. him. what you wanted from him, the longing ache to have him. it’s enough to give him a migraine, cutting off his desk lamp before forcing himself to take a very cold shower. those words replay in his mind, the image becoming erotically more vivid. picturing your body atop of silk sheets where you’d fuck yourself out of pity. is that how he’s making you feel? edged? unsatisfied? whimpering in your loneliness? he’d never do that to you. 

satoru hates himself for needing to handle the painful hard on he’d gotten, head buried under the stream of water as his fist twists roughly around his aching dick, grunting at any image of your face coming to mind. it was a highly inappropriate thing to do. a professor and his student sleeping together? it’s all too cliche. you were a grown ass woman, so if teasing him by switching up how you dressed to purposely gain his attention, and writing erotic pornography was your way of showing him you needed him for one act, one day, one night of nasty ass sex . . what were he to do? you are a beautiful woman, and he’s always felt a source of attraction to you, but you weren’t worth jeopardizing his career for. it’d have to wait. 

the last day before spring break came and he was ready to confront you about your so-called ‘essay’. when he notices you walking into class, he tries to avoid staring at your attire; a really short black pleated skirt with a matching ed hardy tank top and glossy mary jane’s on your feet. gulping and keeping his focus on your eyes as he whispers, “stay after class. i need to talk to you.” 

you try to hide the smirk wanting to display upon your face, winking at him before nodding and finding your seat. class seems exceptionally longer today, finding yourself dozing off for most parts, shutting off your brain by doodling into your journal or making a grocery list for this weekend. pulling a sweet treat from your purse, you find a pink lollipop to distract yourself with, oral fixation getting to you. satoru almost chokes on his words when he catches you swirling your tongue mindlessly around your candy, being a fucking brat in his eyes. gently kicking your feet and resting your chin in your hand to keep yourself from sleeping. 

when the lecture ended, that’s when your heart began to race in excitement, and maybe a sheer sense of nervousness. curious to hear what he was going to say to you. making your way down the steep stairs of the class, you sit in the front row, plopping into a chair and crossing your legs as you look up at him, watching him say his final goodbyes as the class completely clears out. half of the campus was empty considering most students began making their way home, so really only fifteen students showed their faces today. 

satoru’s shoulders roll as he sighs, folding his arms in front of him. “so, ꒰♡꒱. . . i read your essay.” 

“uh huh, what’d you think?” you smile. 

“it's definitely something. very good writing, never doubted you on that. but, i do have some questions.” 

you snap your fingers before pointing them his way like a gun. “shoot!”

“you remember the topic of discussion, correct?” 

“wrote it down in bold,” you nod. 

“right, but, i think we went far off topic. as in, inappropriately.” 

“what are we, in high school?” you scoff. “i’ve read worse. i used to grade papers for teachers.” 

“i understand that. but it’s evidently not what i meant as far as the topic goes. in this dream of yours, the two characters are . .” he pauses, trying to figure out what to say. 

“fucking,” you finish for him, still sucking on your lollipop. 

satoru’s gaze flew there momentarily before finding your eyes again. “having intercourse, yes. i’m just having a hard time comprehending what you wrote.”

“why is that?” 

“how is it considered a tragedy?” 

“well, the woman couldn’t have what she wanted in the end. she was edged, given false hope from promises that were made to her. pleading for any form of gratification. why, as a man, deny your lover of acts that forever bonds their love?” 

you bat your lashes, eyes going wide as you word it so . . dreadfully. satoru inhales, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he squints at you. 

“so, she killed herself in the end, because she wasn’t gratified?” 

“as implied, yes. the pain of a woman, you’d never understand. it’s unbearable. feels like death, satoru,” a pained sigh emits from you as you hold your heart and shake your head. “ugh.” 

“꒰♡꒱,” satoru blinks, your games becoming unfunny. “was this dream something you recalled, or are you trying to imply something?” 

“dreams can’t always exist, unless you persuade yourself to make it real,” you respond firmly, making yourself as clear as you possibly can. 

“do you want it to be real?” 

“do you?” you counter. 

satoru pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, turning his attention away. “i-i can’t answer that.” 

“why not?”

“it’s just . . not in my position to answer that. it’s inappropriate.” 

“but, you felt it, right?” your voice grows softer.

he looks at you. “felt what?” 

“our attraction to each other,” your head slowly tilts to the side, eyeing him up and down, watching him slightly shift. “through that essay. what i want from you, what you’ve been wanting from me, professor satoru.” 

his jaw stiffens. “you’re essentially crossing a line.” 

“the only thing i’m crossing are my legs,” a loud pop! rings as you remove the lollipop from your mouth, looking at it before deciding to crack it in your mouth and tossing the white stick somewhere in the room. satoru’s fists clench whilst he admires your glistening legs. “you want them . . un-crossed? open?” 

“꒰♡꒱.” 

“mhm,” you moan after hearing your name desperately fall from his lips. he didn’t mean for it to sound that way, sucking in his breath as your fingers trail within your plush inner thighs. “it’s wet, professor satoru. see.” 

next, you spread your legs apart, lifting your skirt up some more so satoru can easily see the imprint of your cunt against the red fabric of your cotton panties, wetness sealing and sticking to you. 

satoru clears his throat, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck with a rough grunt, trying to contain himself from acting on his obvious desires. his polished loafers click amongst the tile as he strides quickly towards the classroom door, locking it and pulling the shade down so there would be no interruptions. he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he shouldn’t even react this quickly in fact. but he’s been pent up ever since last night, having such a hard time sleeping. only the thought of you glimmering in his mind. 

satoru takes a deep breath with shut eyes, hands sliding back into his slacks pockets as he leans against the desk, one foot crossed over the other, those once daydream blue eyes now staring maliciously in your direction. you bite your lip, slowly rising from your seat to strut towards him, hips swaying salaciously. 

your body brushes amongst his seductively slow, tits grazing his chest and arms that are tightly fitted into his baby blue button down, lips coming up to graze over his clenched jawline. your hand trails up his left arm, feeling the hair on his skin rise as your nails brush along his neck where a vein throbs violently, blood rushing. 

“don’t be so scared, i don’t bite. and i don’t tell.” 

in a swift move, you're hiking your body on top of the mahogany wood desk, kicking off your shoes and planting your feet flat on the surface, legs spread wide to allow him to slot himself between you. satoru’s vision remains unchanged, still staring at the seat you once resided in as he breathed heavily. your manicured foot skims up and down his strong arm, your short, bubblegum acrylics sliding into your mouth as you lewdly suck on your own fingers while mewling. satoru can see you in his peripheral vision, your hips shifting dauntingly, just waiting for him to react. 

“you already locked the door, what are you waiting for?” 

“for you to say it.” 

you grin. “say what, baby?” 

satoru scoffs, shifting in his spot from the sudden pet name, dick uncomfortably hard. “that you want me to fuck you, ꒰♡꒱. i need to hear it.” 

okay, you get it. lowering your leg from touching him, you go to grab his hand instead, the expensive watch on his wrist cold to touch as you guide him to touch the top of your thigh. “want you to fuck me like you've been needing to, satoru. please.” 

an unexplainable breath of air releases from him as he finally faces you, and seeing you spread along his desk like this felt like a hallucination. most of this didn’t feel real. maybe he was still sleeping? and if that was the case, there were no rules. his towering body slots between your thighs, glaring down at you possessively as he smoothes both his veiny hands up and down your thighs, tightening at your hips before sliding back up. going back down to apply pressure to your ass, then lowering his head to your pretty face. 

“gimme your mouth,” satoru rasps, clutching your neck to pull your face up before you oblige and lean in for a kiss first to feed his hunger. 

satoru grunts in your mouth, soft lips molding with your own in a passionate kiss. it’s slow, sucking on each other's lips before you’re sucking and moaning on his thick tongue, moaning into his mouth while he pants into yours. you suck on his lips, turning your head slightly to deepen the kiss, unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to feel the heat from his skin. then goes his belt, unraveling it along with pulling down his zipper, and that causes satoru to get aggressive with his mouth. kissing so rough it makes your pussy throb. 

“you taste so good, pretty,” he moans in between, turning your neck to the side to latch his lips and tongue on the flesh, your eyes rolling back as he found your sensitive spot. you gasp from the whimper he emits as he does it. 

“f-fuck,” you whimper, gripping his wrist as he suddenly sinks his teeth delicately into your skin, soothing it with a rough, slow swiped of his tongue before ending it with a kiss. 

he’s traveling to the other side to do the same, your hips rocking on the desk to try to get closer to him, his bulge only grazing your soaked pussy. you lift your hips and scoot closer, balancing yourself by gripping onto his shoulders to drag yourself against the outline of his dick. satoru moans from the motion, locking his right hand under your left thigh to raise higher so he could grind against you like you whimpered for, dry humping you as he continues to kiss you.  

soon, he’s lifting your top over your tits, eyeing them as they sit on your chest, barbells pierced into the dark skin of your nipples. it created a visceral response from him, shifting his hips to grind against you harder as if he’s fucking you slow, cocking his head to latch his full mouth around your tits. your head falls back as he pulls them into his mouth greedily, dropping your hips on him mindlessly. 

“satoru, you’re g’na make me cum too soon,” you whine into his ear, but he ignores you completely, almost growling like a dominant animal in heat as he locks you close. 

“g’na cum a few times fuckin’ me, so get over it,” he mumbles after releasing your tit with a lewd pop, switching his mouth to drop his tongue and enclose his lips over the other, tongue flicking with his hands slamming against the side of your ass falling bare of your skirt. 

satoru hisses a deep ‘fuck’ as you rotate your hips quicker, humping him like a bunny, an orgasm in fact happening. satoru picks up his pace, rolling his hips forward to match your rhythm, his eyes sparkling from your desperation. he’s leaking precum, and your slickness is drenching his briefs. 

“mgh, baby—fuck,” your tongue lolls out to lick and suck at the shell of his ear, biting gently on his earlobe as your knees buckle and you whimper while grabbing at his backside to pull him indefinitely closer. 

“lemme taste that shit,” satoru’s almost begging, your heavy breathing by his ear and inability to stop moving your hips fucking him up. he knows you taste as good as you look. 

you grip the edges of the desk as you nod, legs shakily raising as he roughly pulls your victoria’s secret thong with a blinged hemline off to finally see his other girl, lowering to his knees in worship. 

“she’s pretty as hell,” he whispers with an erotically drawn-out moan, licking his lips before he leaves open-mouthed kisses at your inner thighs, holding yourself open for him. he spanks your thigh hard, the hit making you squeak and stare at him with a stretched jaw and furrowed brows. “where’s that thank you, lil’ girl?”

“t-thank you, baby.” 

“mhm, that’s right,” now his lips are latching onto your sluice clit, hungry eyes piercing into your every emotion as you whimper pathetically and maintain eye contact you’re sure he wants. “fuck yes, baby. so fuckin’ good, girl. rock on my face.” 

sinking your teeth into your lips which you’re sure were bitten red and nearly chapped, you comply, gripping tight on the desk while your other hand tangles into tresses of white, swallowing and lifting your hips just like you were doing a few minutes ago. satoru’s thumbs are embedded into either side of your thighs, using only your pelvic muscle to shift into his mouth, his fat tongue hot on your pussy. 

“tongue so good, baby. nng,” your face scrunched up as he growls into your cunt, your inner thighs shaking when he slicks his face up and down your pussy, juices covering his chin. “right there, right there!” 

satoru keeps his mouth where you want it, focusing mostly on your engorged clit pulsating on his tongue, digging into and occasionally capturing it with his lips, his salvia drooling onto you as he moans, his eyes scrolling as you tug at his hair. 

“oooooo, fuck, yessss,” you didn’t mean to scream, but his attention on your clit gets distracted by his thick fingers sliding into your hole, twisting and thrusting two of them simultaneously. his jaw shifts quick, kissing and licking while he fucks you open. “ ‘t-toruuuhh.” 

“unh huh,” satoru continues to swallow you. “gimme that fuckin’ cream, baby. i want it all in my mouth. make me proud. atta girl.” 

you cry out, stomach heaving. “i love when you talk like that.” 

his fingers pull out to quickly spank your clit, your hips stuttering as he’s slipping them back in, pumping three to four times before taking them out again and spanking your clit again. “that’s what you like?” 

“y-yessss!” 

“fuckin’ sexy ass girl,” he spanks your outer thigh with vigor, coming to grab your throat once again, giving you a chaste kiss while he finger fucks you faster. “ain’t you? fuckin’ let me know. scream that shit out loud.” 

“i amm, ugh—god . . pleaseeee.” 

“go ‘head and cum, c’mon. gotta paint my dick pretty with it, yeah?”

“oh . . my . . g-goddd,” the way he talks to you makes you dizzy, and it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of. his mouth is filthy, and when you cum hard for the second time, he makes sure you suck on his fingers to taste yourself. wrapping your lips around them to suck them clean before satoru’s sticking out his tongue to rush over your mouth along with his fingers, pulling them into his mouth to suck after. 

your eyes are drooped, feeling so fucked out without actually having him fuck you yet. who would’ve expected your professor to be this . . nasty? it’s like he’s been waiting for you to speak up so he can fulfill his own disgusting fantasies. safe to say, you made a good choice. 

satoru’s standing back to his full height, which never fails to make you ditzy from the size difference. you feel so small on this desk under him. 

“c’mere, move up all the way,” he’s now guiding you to turn your back to him, which makes you pout since you wanted to face him. he chuckles deeply at the audible disapproval, swatting your ass. “you’ll still see my face, greedy. be patient.” 

he positioned you on your knees on top of the desk facing a dusty chalkboard, spread eagle and hands pinned behind your back, almost curled up into a fetal position with your tits to your knees. satoru swallows, your pretty red hair falling angelically around your soft features as you wait for him to fuck you. his dick is throbbing in his fist he’s pumping it into, the shlick shlick noise leaving you anticipated as he uses your arousal as lube. he’s aligning the tip with your opening, teasingly rubbing the head up and down, the vein on the underside of his heavy dick throbbing. 

his other hand is keeping you pinned down at your hip, also lifting the flesh of your ass so he can slide into you. he’s pushing forward, choking on a moan the deeper he gets. you’re real tight, it being slightly difficult to push fully into you. words like ‘relax’ and ‘breathe baby’ utters painfully from satoru as he tries not to lose his shit at the sight of your pussy literally gripping his dick to pull back in after he slightly shifts back. when he’s halfway in, leaving the hand on your hip, he uses the other you lock your wrists behind your back, gyrating his hips to cock back and grind into you. 

“ooo, f-fuck,” you whimper, hands wiggling in his grasp, nails managing to scratch his arm. satoru watches the flesh of your ass bounce with every deep, slow thrust, pussy squelching. 

“see? look at the shit,” satoru comments to himself, knitting his brows together in fascination. “told ya’ it’d make it pretty,” 

“can’t see it,” you whimper, upset. 

“you can feel it, right? it’s stretchin’ that pretty girl open,” satoru moans gruffly, moving himself closer so his sharp hips hit your ass with every movement. he’s getting rougher, your skin nearly bruising from his hot touches, the bangles on your wrist clinking with each thrust. 

“i feel it,” you hiss, stomach caving in. “bet s’so pretty.”

“yeah? promise to give it a taste after?” 

“yeah,” you nod slowly, eyes tightly shut. “y-yeah. will, ‘toru.” 

“good girl.” 

gasps fill the air when he fucks you harder, balls slapping against your sticky clit as your ass recoils and claps back onto his abdomen. he’s got a deadlock on your posture, satoru’s face completely serious as he fucks you so, so rough. his sounds are animalistic compared to your own; whiny and soft. coughing out moans as you heave against the desk creating a spot of condescension. he’s so big hovering over you, bending you underneath him, papers falling off the desk while he rutted into you. skin clapping, moans synchronized, and sweat dripping. it’s the hottest fucking scene. 

“takin’ me so deep, baby. this shit feels so fuckin’ . . good, god,” satoru’s voice breaks, hitting you ass with a dirty grunt. “ungh, fuckin this pussy g’na get me in trouble.” 

“i n-need you,” you fight to break free from his grip, flipping your hair over to one side of your face as you sit up after he releases his grasp. “closer.” 

taking the initiative, you go to stand on your feet, back pressing to his chest as he clasps your throat, standing on your tiptoes to rotate and grind your ass back on his dick, stuffing you so full you feel it in your tummy.  

“that’s my girl,” satoru’s kissing your earlobe, pressing his cheek onto the side of your face as the two of you controlled your breathing together. “it’s your dick, take it. fuck that pussy how you want. i’m your fuckin’ toy.” 

“ssshit,” sucking your lips inwardly, you keep your hand on satoru’s wrist while your arm slings behind his neck to balance yourself, the ridges of veins on his dick scratching all the good, achy parts. 

“c’mon, girl, got me waitin’ too long,” without incoming, satoru spanks your thigh, hips thrusting steadily. “if you g’na fuck me, do it right.” 

you try to keep your composure, but the sultry, deep baritone of his voice directly by your ear makes your waist stutter, that warm, bubbly feeling swarming in your tummy. his mouth is back on your neck, and that activates you quick, sobbing and clapping your ass back needily. the mutual desperation to cum is at an all-time high. 

“there we go, t-there we go, girl. that’s what i wanted. s’good,” satoru’s gorgeous eyes cast white, jaw dropping as he grunts, holding your waist just to hold you, allowing you to handle it. “ungh, fuck. keep fuckin’ back.” 

the burn in your legs prolongs as you sway your hips and fuck back on him, his grip on you keeping you balanced to give you enough space to move how you want. this dick is slick with your cum, a ring of cream covering it as you cry and push all your weight back so you're feeling every inch while he's experiencing every tight clench.

“ ‘toru, i—” your words are cut off by an interrupted orgasm, cumming yet again as you greedily roll your ass back with weak cries. your legs feel staticky, almost falling down before satoru makes sure to lock his forearm around your stomach. 

“ ‘toru needs t’ cum too.” 

interlocking his right hand with yours, the two of you hold hands as he lays it on your thigh, bringing your head back to rest on his shoulder with a hand grasping your throat tight, nearly cutting your airways. he’s getting . . mad? nothing satisfies him more than to know he’s made a woman cum multiple times in one session, but when he gets as horny and fucked out as he was now? it wasn’t a good idea to leave him without one orgasm. and he can definitely give you more than just one. he wanted to show you that, you deserved that. 

satoru begins to pull his hips back, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips to let you know he still cares and will comfort you after. just needs a few minutes of shutting off that part of his brain to fuck himself dumb. your pussy clenches and pulsates sloppily on his dick as he fucks you harder than he has before, the breath knocking out of your throat while he squeezes his eyes shut and pounds assertively. they’re neither fast nor slow, just steady and rough. like he’s been needing it so damn bad. the warmth of you getting him out of character, the scent of your perfume enveloping him. the conditioner in your soft, red velvet hair. the tattoos inked into your brown skin, the piercings on your ears and face. your fogged-up glasses, courtesy to him. the unexplainable pleasure he derives off of hearing you whimper ‘toru, toru, toru’. 

who knows what kind of fucking spell you put on him. he just knows he’ll never, ever erase today from his memory. it’ll play like a tantalizing loop. tears threaten to fall from your eyes, cunt going sore from his brutal pivots, falling back weakly into his strong body and gasping from every deliciously deep, thrust. satoru kisses at your face, lashes kissing your cheekbones, trying your best to look up at him. and when you do, you can see he’s utterly gone. the groans emanating, feral growls, and pinball white eyeballs that couldn’t stop scrolling into the back of his head. you watch him mumble your name while spewing expletives, pink lips wide as his whimpers and moans break apart.

“fuck!” he bellows, moving your bodies back towards the desk as he pins you down flat and fucks your ass back onto him, that pressure tugging at him. he's pressing the side of his cheek with yours, breathing heavily while gripping your jaw and dropping his weight on your backside. “fuck, fuck. fuck.” 

“ ‘toru, please cum for me, baby. w’na taste you so bad.”

and he does, as soon as you say his goddamn name like that again, that vanilla voice of yours, seductive yet sweet, coaxing him to cum. 

“knees, baby. suck me,” satoru heaves in a high pitch.

hurriedly, you twist your body to crouch below him, palm wrapping around his dick, satoru’s hand taking strands of your hair to make a ponytail on the back of your head to bob your head to suck him, hips stuttering and his lips damn near quivering. your cheeks hollow inwards as you swallow him in your throat, satoru guiding your head as he shoots his cum hot in your mouth. you moan around him, staring up at him through your dark falsies to be rewarded with the beautiful sight of his snow white hair shielding his face, blue eyes glowing as he looks at you with a genuine laugh. 

pulling your head back, you wipe your mouth slowly with the back of your hand, satoru’s dick twitching midair, semi-hard. he holds both palms out, waiting for you to grab him so he can pull you up. you take them, and he brings your chest to his. 

“fuck, you’ve got me spent,” his hands are now on either side of your face, locking his lips with yours once more. “so damn good.” 

“mhm,” you blink with a goofy smile, pulling your shirt down and smoothing your hair. kissing his face, you wipe your lipgloss off any part of his skin. “so, same time after break?” 

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bf dreamies 𓍼 dating a full-time student

꩜ i received a request on my main blog, but it honestly feels weird to post there for nct now lol, so i decided to let it live here >.< thank you for requesting, anon 🤍 happy reading!

mark: he brings you lunch during your shifts at the library. he melts watching you run down the stairs, skipping to his car because you know his adoring gaze is locked on you. the excitement twirls you, and he laughs in the driver’s seat, observing the curious students, probably wondering what on earth is up with this girl. they’d understand if they knew her boyfriend was here. her very busy boyfriend with her favorite food and a kiss to give. a few kisses. as many as she has time for.

renjun: he thinks you’re incredible. he finds your major fascinating and has shown more interest in your studies than anyone else in your life. he quizzes you with your stack of flashcards, throwing in spontaneous questions to make you laugh. he reads over essays. he asks about your lectures, curious to know what the most interesting part was. he loves it when you text him after an exam, confident you crushed it, and gracious for his help, but he always says: no, baby. that was all you.

jeno: you stay up late together. he plays video games and you sit at the desk he built beside his gaming setup. you wear one of his AirPods, attention focused on your laptop screen and the opened textbooks around you. he stopped playing an hour ago and is admiring you, but you haven’t a clue. he leans over to kiss your temple, asking if you’d like some water or tea. all you do is nod, and he laughs. “which one, baby?” “hmm?” “water or tea?” “whichever’s easiest.” your eyebrows furrow, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you flip back a few pages. “i’ll make tea.”

haechan: you’re in an online grad program that’s kicking your ass, so anytime you’re on break, he spoils the hell out of you. you’ve been flown to cities across the world after exam season to sing and dance in arenas and experience top-tier stress relief. when deadlines are compressing, he cooks for you and pulls you away from your desk to eat with him. he’s supportive and sweet but intense about your health. you’re a perfectionist, and he’s received far too many texts from you in the middle of the night like it’s normal to completely disregard rest. your favorite thing to do is nap with him, or feel his fingers in your hair while he watches tv at a quiet volume so you can rest.

jaemin: a part of him—and maybe he doesn’t admit this—is living vicariously through you. any opportunity he has to pick you up after class is taken, and he finds himself leaning forward against the steering wheel to get a better view of the students passing by. the campus is slow and quiet before erupting into a sea of bobbing heads and heavy backpacks as another morning class ends; they navigate the rush like it was choreographed. in another life, he wonders if your paths still would’ve crossed. if you would’ve spent every waking hour studying together in the library, at cafes, in the grass outside the science building once spring’s warmth is delicious. when he sees you, he slides back into reality, feeling the leather beneath him, and smiles widely through his window.

chenle: when he finds out you’re on the uni’s club soccer team, he asks for your game schedule. there’s a twitter page that posts updates, so he makes an account for the sole purpose of following it. his liked tweets are filled with every goal you scored and assist you made; he replies too: that’s my girl!! he has your last name on a sweatshirt that he wears to every game he can make, a mask covering his face, and sunglasses covering his eyes. he loves greeting you after games, your lips still parted, catching your breath. your cheeks are red from the excursion. flyaways frame your face, ponytail messy and much looser, so much looser than it was when you ate breakfast together hours earlier. you unravel the hair tie in his car, run your fingers through your hair, and contemplate what you want for dinner. his treat.

jisung: he’s your safe haven. his apartment is your oasis. his heart lurches whenever you text him about heading over, even if you know he won’t be home for hours. his demeanor always shifts slightly when he knows you’re at his place, and he can’t be there. he always texts back, wondering if you’re ok, and hoping you were just seeking a different environment to study in. when he gets home, sometimes you’re still studying. other days, you’re asleep in his bed or standing in the kitchen in one of his t-shirts with wet hair, waiting for the kettle to whistle. he wishes you’d just move in with him, knowing it wouldn’t only save you money, but he craves your presence. he sleeps better when you’re in his bed, and he prefers to know you’re eating. it warms his heart to see your folded figure studying on his couch, taking short breaks to peer out the window. he takes your picture, sometimes calling your name and catching a soft smile and warm eyes on film.

[fishnapple]

How they proclaim their love for you

(lover/partner/future spouse)

This reading is about how the person you have in mind would proclaim their love for you. You can consider these as their mini love affirmations

Disclaimer : cheesy edition

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

About me | Masterpost Book a reading with me - KO-FI (Read this post : personal reading)

CUBE 1

• Let's take all our time in this world. There's no need to rush. Time? It might not even exist for us. We have escaped time.

• You sent an electric shock down to my core and I still find myself standing. Stronger than ever. Like a machine getting its fuel.

• Our language is of moonlight, fluttering wings, laughter of the stream, cloudy scents of flesh.

• Our lips kiss through the air with words.

• Actions speak louder and we are loud in our actions.

• My mind is spinning, soaring then diving, goes a hundred miles around then comes back, struggling to take you all in.

• This dark corner is our playground.

• I'm in hardworking mode when it comes to our connection. I have lofty goals. Let's work hard together.

• We look like kids when we're out into the outside world together. People ask whether we are friends? We are best friends, whether we are lovers? We are best lovers, whether we're having fun? Nothing is more fun and more serious.

• I have fears, but when I open my mouth, I don't let them escape. But you helped them get out. Is this a prison break for them or for me?

• My mind keeps going back and forth from past to future and you're there, in all of them.

CUBE 2

• Here, take my money. What's mine is yours.

• Do you know the plot where one character is thrown into a dire situation, and somehow, the other one character will come to their rescue. That's me, I'm the one rescued, by you.

• After winter is spring, time goes on, seasons change, I have you with me to witness that together.

• I've become greedy. Wanting to possess every minuscule expression of yours. If I would just freeze them in time.

• Do you see those wild beasts outside the window? And here we are, snuggle comfortably in our home, safely. The light of our home attracted those beasts, they're outside, cold and hungry. Our home will welcome them, but they won't be able to come in as their old shells. They will come in as happiness, transformed.

• I fall in love fast and then I keep it slow.

• I love giving you a bath, bubbling up your hair, seeing water running on your skin then later drying your hair for you and smelling the fresh shampoo scent. Aromatherapy at its finest.

• There's this need growing in me, and I can feel it growing in you too, we share some parts of ourselves with each other. This need is big, it's overwhelming, it makes my heart feel a tugging pain, it animates my body, giving me energy. It's the need to be, to stay alive, so that I can be together with you.

• I know all the right words yet feel like a fool with you.

• I imagine myself a parent, coming home to see our kids fighting, then I will act as a mediator, coming in to lecture them. I look forward to this scenario more than the promotions of my career. Biggest achievement.

• Thank you for letting me love you.

CUBE 3

• Loving you feels like second nature for me, something I've done so many times already, everything in me just do it automatically.

• We definitely have met before. Did we share past lives together? You look so familiar, like the ghost in my dreams, the daydreams in my head, the face of a character in those novels I read.

• My soul is a trapped pool, I would use my bare hand to scoop out all the dirt and monsters from it, take a cupful of water, boil it over and over again until it transparently pure, keep it warm or ice it the way you like then present it to you.

• I stand firm on this earth, confident that I have someone to come back to.

• Our hearth is the most sacred place to me. I would put offering before it, just like how people of bygone days worshipped at the god altar.

• I will keep it warm and nourishing for you.

• Never fear.

• Our lifetime together will blink by so fast, I'm already missing it. But have no fear, it won't end.

• We navigate this path so well that we're definitely professional travellers.

• Change of places, change of jobs? Doesn't matter, I can go along with everything, as long as there's no change of hearts.

• We've travelled from faraway lands to each other and we will continue to travel together.

• I wish you could read my mind and feel my heart, and I could do the same for yours, it would save a lot of time and misunderstanding.

• This is just the beginning.

CUBE 4

• I will tell you "I love you" everyday. Make that a checklist.

• If you and I went to the same school, you would be my high-school sweetheart, the one that I would secretly gush about in little notes, the one that I would absentmindedly draw a heart next to your name.

• Even if we were continents apart, I still feel you next to me, every waking moment and every sleepy dream.

• You fill my throat with sweet sweet love dripping down so much I feel like I can't breathe.

• I love you.

• I can't speak! Tongue tied. Unlock me. But then, if the door is open, I'm too shy to step out.

• In sickness and in health.

• I feel a part of myself went missing whenever you're not here.

• Your pain makes me bleed.

• This is new to me, I don't know what to do. Help me, teacher.

• I probably have a malfunction somewhere in the system to be acting like this. What have you done?

• You are love personified.

• Life has been good since you came to me. But it also has been exceptionally difficult for me to stay alone.

• I have imagined countless times how you would hold my younger self in your arms and feel soothed by them. I may not get to feel it in the past, but I will feel it now, for my past self, my present self and my future self.

[sukunacest]

cw:: incest/abuse/breeding (implied)

olderbrother!suguru was all you had left after he killed your parents. they were abusive, useless monkeys who didn't need to exist in this world anymore

when suguru found out they were beating and starving you while he was away at jujutsu high, that was the catalyst to push him over the edge.

he came back home a few days early on spring break to surprise the family but it was HE who got surprised when he found you in a cage ):

you hadn't eaten in days and your parents blamed you for all their recent short comings and mishaps in life.

after suguru rescued you, he defected from jujutsu high. there was no longer a point in working to save or protect malicious people like your parents — no. all he had now was you and that's all he needed.

your sorcery was nowhere near as strong as his, but he would still help you and teach you to become stronger. he would appoint you as a leader in his cult, with the goal of ridding the world of people like your parents.

it would only be a few years later when you and suguru are living perfectly comfortably in the main hideout of the star religious group aka suguru's new cult.

you did have a leader role because you were the most important thing to him — therefore no one but him could tell you what to do, but you didn't have any actual duties like the lower level members.

suguru loved to keep you close at all times, especially during meetings he lead. he would often let you sit in his lap, idly doom scrolling on your phone.

one day there was important "elder business" being discussed and even though suguru promised you no secrets, he didn't allow you at this meeting.

"play with nanako and mimiko" he insisted with a smile and soft pat to your head. "i promise ill tell you everything you need to know later"

you frowned, feeling like you were being treated like a kid, but wouldn't dare argue with him. suguru saved you, took care of you for years. he knew what was best for you.

that same night, suguru called you to his chambers. he was kind and sincere to you, as he always was, unlike your parents. he gave no warning to what he was about to say.

"i love you, you know that right?"

you would smile and nod "of course"

"good" suguru approached you, giving you that signature head pat. "the other elders made me realize something today.... something about how special you are. and how i hate those monkeys"

you kept his gaze, letting him continue.

"i was reminded how i need to make sure our pure blood gets passed down — none of that non-sorcerer," he made a face of disgust "shit getting mixed in with ours." he gently cupped your chin, making your heart beat ever rapidly.

"mimiko and nanako are wonderful and i love them as my own but..." he trailed off.

"they're not actually yours," you finished for him.

"...yes, exactly"

you walked over to his bed, still holding his gaze and sat down. "so what would you like me to do, brother? i know manami likes you-"

he immediately cuts you off with a kiss. you gasp, taken aback for a moment until you kiss him back, letting him take control and gently push you back into the bed.

"sugu... we cant" you breathe, once he pulls back. his purple eyes locking onto yours. "im not good enough for you"

"sh-shhh" he shushes you with a finger to your lips and a calming peck to your forehead. "you. are. perfect."

and who were you to deny him? you melt into his touch and your heart is overjoyed that suguru is showing you exactly how he intends to make an heir (or two or three or four) and keep his bloodline pure. brother knows best.

[dangerpronebuddie]

Eddie takes the picture from the fridge and smiles at the grin on Chris' face. It soothes the bone deep ache that had set in the moment he watched his son walk out, at the same time acting like another bolt to his heart.

Footsteps thunk on the wood floor and Eddie places the photo back beside the one of his niece. He looks up and gives an awkward half smile to his dad, the only one who had been home when Eddie knocked a few minutes ago.

"Hard to believe he's grown so much," Ramon comments as he takes a mug from the cabinet. He holds it up with a raise of his eyebrows and Eddie nods.

"Hard to believe I missed so much of it," Eddie adds. He falls into a chair at the kitchen table. It squeaks like it always has. It doesn't break the sudden heaviness in the room.

Ramon pours two cups of coffee, spoons sugar into both. It takes Eddie a little by surprise that his dad knows how he likes his coffee.

"You were serving your country, Edmundo," Ramon points out as he sits down across from him, sliding the pristine yellow mug towards Eddie.

Eddie scoffs. Nods his thanks as he lifts his coffee to his lips. The sip burns all the way down. It feels better than the hollowness he's been carrying around lately. "And four months ago?"

Ramon takes a deep breath, folds his arms on the table as he raises his eyebrows. "I can't answer that one, Eddie."

Eddie mirrors his position and sighs. He hasn't tried to answer it himself either. Was too ashamed to look at it. His goal has been to get back to his son. Beyond that? He has no idea.

"I... just wanted more time with her," Eddie admits, staring at the steam rising from his cup rather than the no doubt judgement on his father's face.

"Eddie." Ramon shifts in his seat, drawing Eddie's attention back. There's no judgement. Instead, there's something forlorn in the downturn of his mouth. Something pained in his eyes, but clear. "If you spend the rest of your life wishing for more time, you will never have any."

Eddie's eyes burn. He sips his coffee, hopes it will dislodge the emotion in his throat. It doesn't.

"I spent your childhood providing for this family," Ramon continues. "I can't get that time back-" he reaches across the table and squeezes Eddie's wrist- "but I'm not going to waste what I do have left, wishing I could fix it."

Eddie lets out a shaky exhale, clears his throat. "I'm not sure I have more time, Pop."

"Eddie, the boy has spent the last four months talking about you. About his life in LA," Ramon says. "All he wants is time with you. He just needed space to understand that."

Eddie bites back the impulsive response on his tongue. That he was giving Christopher space. That his parents didn't need to swoop in and take over. But he knows, at least on his father's part, the intention was good.

"I don't want to miss out on anymore of my son's life," he says instead, an echo of a talk in this very kitchen a few years ago, and in his own when Buck discovered his plan.

"For what it's worth," Ramon adds, his eyes shining with tears and something akin to pride, "you've done good with him."

Eddie swallows thickly. Bites the inside of his lower lip to stop the tremble. He can't get the words out to thank his father- instead simply squeezes his wrist.

Ramon nods once with a tight lipped smile. "I'm sorry you've had to do it all on your own."

This time, Eddie doesn't stop the retort that springs to mind. It's the truth. One he'd only realized when his best friend took on his house- carried his weight so easily. "I don't think I've really been on my own for a while."

Ramon's smile grows, knowing and fond. "I'm glad you have him."

"Yeah," Eddie says with a smile Hen deemed Buck-specific, "me too."

The front door opens, the sound of crutches tapping on hardwood following after it. Eddie holds his breath.

Ramon squeezes his wrist once more before letting go with a nod of encouragement.

When Christopher beams and barrels into Eddie's chest for a hug, Eddie finally, finally feels like he's not wishing for more time.

[Also on ao3]

[atinystraynstay]

Off Limits - Jeong Yunho

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Synopsis: Going to college for you was very serious. Nothing could stand in the way which meant often rejecting social events and saying no to anything to risk. That was until you met Yunho, someone you would risk it all for.

Pairing: College!Jeong Yunho x fem. reader

Genre: mutual pining, strangers to friends with benefits - MINORS DNI

Contains: mentions of celibacy, mentions of alcohol consumption, nudity, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, slight begging, protected intercourse, characters losing their virginity, orgasm

Note: based on a request from @jonghoslvt ☆ no joke, I adore you and never thought you'd take up my offer. I really hope this doesn't disappoint because I literally fell in love with the idea the moment you hit my inbox

Word Count: 7.8k

"But y/n, it's not even a frat party," your best friend whined. "Yeah! We're too old for that anyways," your other friend chimed in.

You currently found yourself in a standoff. At first, you had situated yourself in your bed with your textbooks to have a quiet night in. Your friends, however, took it upon themselves to propose an alternative idea. One that you often rejected.

"Are you forgetting that we have midterms next week? I would like to start spring break stress-free."

Your entire life has been focused on going to college. If asked about your childhood, you would always recall how happy you were growing up. But you never overlooked the sacrifices your parents made for you. Going to college was never realistic or them, so they worked overtime I order to provide you with the opportunity to live a better life than they ever got a chance for. Their struggles were something you can never ignore, which made you want to work hard to make them proud.

And since getting to college, it was about doing well to be able to show them why their hard work was worth it. You also had a personal goal of being able to afford to repay them for everything.

To get to that point, that meant often saying no to social obligations so you could study. Your weekends often looked like you were crammed in the library. Or, if you needed human interaction, propping yourself at a coffee shop to mix in with the crowd.

Breaks were the opportunities to let loose and have a little bit of fun. Yet, your breaks often looked like doing work for internships. Now that senior year has arrived, you are also adding in time to scroll through LinkedIn and Indeed for potential job openings

"Y/n, I adore you, and what a little studious bookworm you are. However, it is senior year. We have less than 3 months to make stupid decisions before adult obligations. There is also the chance we might not be living even in the same state or country! Do you really want to live life only when we come to visit or you visit someone else?"

You never went to a frat party. You never had a random hookup. You always played things safe.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh as you gazed down at your lap where your textbook rested. She had a point. While you were very excited about being that true adult version of you, you weren't ready for the hard parts of it like no longer living with your best friends or really having little interaction.

"And I'll tell you what. We don't have to stay all night. If you get overwhelmed or are over it, we will come straight home and watch Love Is Blind."

You perked up at her compromise. When you looked up, hopeful eyes were staring back at you before you silently nodded. That was enough to send them into squeals and start to drag yourself out of bed.

What were you getting yourself into?

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Little did you know, across campus, a similar debate was going on.

"Guys, I really don't like house parties like that," Yunho huffed. "And how do you know if you've ever been?" Mingi challenged him.

Yunho couldn't help but narrow his eyes on his best friend. He had a point, but damn, did he hate it when he was right. Out of the two them, Mingi was the more social one. Before a party was finalized, Mingi was already receiving texts about the details so word could spread like wildfire.

On the other hand, Yunho often opted for quiet nights in. He would spend nights either gaming with Seonghwa or drinking at home with a few friends. What was the point in going to a house party when they already had beer in their apartment?

There was also a part that loved hearing Mingi's retelling of what went down. Yunho simply didn't like parties, the situations that could arise from consuming too much alcohol, and the morning recovery.

"You owe me!" "For what?!"' "I mean," Mingi began. "I am your best friend. I'm sure you owe me something!"

Yunho rolled his eyes but couldn't fight the smirk curling onto his lips. It amused him greatly the antics Mingi always tried getting into, and how he basically became a whimpering puppy for attention.

"What will you do for me if I go?" Yunho challenged. "I will literally never ask you to come out again if you absolutely hate it. Or I will do all the chores in the house for the next month."

That caught Yunho's attention instantly. He liked to consider himself a very clean man, never knowing who might step into their humble abode. However, Yunho still liked to maintain a welcoming household and seemed like he had things together. First impressions mattered the most to him. And it was no secret Mingi often dirtied up any clean space, no matter how recently Yunho finished cleaning.

"Wait? Are you being serious?"

With Mingi cleaning, that meant that Yunho could just spend time the way he wanted to - playing video games and chilling with his friends. Yunho definitely was a person who liked being around people, but he didn't like situations that could get messy quickly. Hence why there was a slight aversion to going to parties where things could go 0 to 100 too quickly.

At home, Yunho was in control. He was the mood maker who kept a warm, welcoming environment. That meant one that was clean and safe for everyone. An oasis from the chaos of university.

"I'm dead serious, Yunho." "Deal!"

Little to Yunho know just how overwhelming the atmosphere would be. Even though Yunho certainly liked making memories with his friends, he was almost intimidated. All around him were drinks being passed left and right, not even knowing what was in the drink but it made his noise scrunch up as all he could smell was cheap perfume and alcohol. It practically burned his nostrils.

"Relax, Yunho," Wooyoung laughed. "You are about to give away that you've never had pussy before."

Yunho's head snapped towards his younger friend, a look of shock on his face. "Do you ever not think with your dick?"

"Will you ever sleep with someone? Come on. You're in college. Make a bad decision." "I'm fine with sticking to this one," Yunho sighed.

It wasn't that Yunho didn't want to have sex. However, he knew just how special being intimate with someone is. What mattered to him was waiting for the person he felt like he could be that vulnerable with. Just finding a random person and doing it sounds disgusting. Not how he wanted his first time go.

Nobody has caught his attention yet.

"Oh ease up, Yunho. Woo just is looking out for you," Mingi laughed. "But if you do find someone, bedrooms are open upstairs.

I think I'm going to be sick.

"Well, to be the bearer of good news," Jongho called out. "It seems like Yunho has a pair of eyes on him."

What was he talking about?

Slowly, Yunho looked over his shoulder whereas his friends seemed to wipe their heads around. Way to be subtle. There was this pattern that always occurred where girls seemed to have taken an interest in Yunho, but he never reciprocated. He was just content with the way things were in his life - no drama, no mess.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight behind him. There's no way.

Yunho has seen you around campus before. The two of you have never had a class together, seeing as your respective programs were in two different buildings. Yet, there were always ways you two crossed paths. You were heavily involved on campus or often in the library studying. Yunho did frequent the library, but if there was no immediate open spot available, he would leave. He always thought you were cute, but the opportunity never presented itself where he could make a move.

He didn't quite think that asking someone, a complete stranger, out on a date in the library when they were obviously busy was romantic.

To be honest, he never saw you as a party girl. You were often studying out of your mountain of textbooks or typing like your life depended on it on your laptop. He adored that side of you. When your hair was pulled back and your glasses framed your face, highlighting your big eyes.

Tonight, you opted for a different look. You ditched your sweats for a short black skirt that had a small slit on the right side. You wore a white shirt but that was mostly hidden underneath the leather jacket you wore. Your hair was downing loose curls. Your makeup also looked like it was light, but he was drawn to your cherry red lipstick.

I wonder if it also tastes like cherries.

Yet, tonight, you seemed like you had no agenda. Your eyes did glance in his direction, followed by whispers and giggles from your friends. To say his interest was peaked is an understatement.

You were someone who caught his attention. And his friends seemed to notice.

"Hey y/n," Mingi called out.

Yunho's head immediately turned towards Mingi who wore a smirk on his face. He wouldn't.

But it was too late. Mingi was already halfway across the room to greet you and your friends. And Yunho was hot on his trails.

"See you finally are breaking out of the library to join the rest of us," he commented.

You rolled your eyes before greeting him with a hug. Of course, Mingi knew you. He knew everyone. How did you two meet though? You weren't an ex-girlfriend or else you would have been over to the dorms. And you had a face that was impossible to forget. Maybe Mingi got tutoring from you?

"Don't hold your breath, Mingi. I was offered an out if I want to take it," you warned.

Your voice was just as angelic as Yunho imagined it. You often studied alone, unless you were shoved into a group project by your professors. Hearing how you speak made his heart flutter.

"Well maybe I can offer a reason to stay?"

You tilted your head in confusion. Mingi nodded over his shoulder which caused you to instinctively look over.

Everything else froze the moment your eyes met. It was like a scene from a romantic movie where the lights highlight the dream girl, music fades out. Nothing else matters at the moment besides you.

"Y/n, I want you to meet my best friend, Jeong Yunho. Yunho, be nice. This is y/n."

I was brought back to reality by Mingi gently patting me on the shoulder and giving me a slight shove. Luckily, I was quick on my feet to prevent myself from stumbling into this girl and making a fool out of myself. The wouldn't be a great first impression.

By your body language, Yunho could tell that you were out of your element. But so was he. Your eyes bounced around as you noticed your friends and his had left the two of you alone.

"Why don't we head out of here? Maybe go to the kitchen? Away from the crowds?"

Your eyes instantly lit up at his offered. The sight of you feeling relieved made Yunho felt proud, but also served as a motivating factor to ensure you always felt that content especially around him.

With a hand on your lower back, Yunho escorted you two out of the main part of the house. His eyes flickered all around to see where there were less people. However, people were playing drinking games in the kitchen. He glanced down at the cup in your hand to see you still had something to drink. The stairs, on the other hand, were vacant.

"Come on, let's go upstairs. I've been wanting to get to know you, y/n," he confessed.

Instantly, you felt your cheeks heat up. You nodded before following Yunho's lead. Your friend groups watched almost in astonishment at how quickly things progressed. Mingi was the proudest, as he played cupid after all.

As the two of you descended up the stairs, you could hear the bass of the music from below but could not quite make out the words. The loud conversations faded out to where you could just hear the footsteps of you and Yunho. You swore though you could feel your racing, and you were nervous Yunho could hear it too.

He flashed you a warm smile as he began trying the doorknob on the first door he saw.

"Occupied!" Someone shouted from within. The two of you felt yourself get hot in the face.

Quickly, he maneuvered the two of you to the bedroom across the hallway. Luckily, the door was slightly cracked and lights were off. An indicator that it was unoccupied. And to confirm, Yunho stepped in first by gently pushing the door. He let out a sigh of relief as there was no one.

"Perfect. Now I can actually get to know you."

He wanted to know me? The girl who is always studying?

He stepped out of the doorway, his back against the bedroom door to allow you inside. You thanked him with a soft smile before stepping into the room. You did notice he closed the door but also left it unlocked. It honestly made you feel a bit safer just by his gentle gaze and consideration.

Whenever you've seen Yunho walking around campus, you've always taken note of his soft aura. Maybe that's why it was so easy to lean into the potential friendship with him.

You found yourself walking into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your hands flattened out the skirt so it covered a bit more of your legs. Yunho joined you, keeping a bit of space but nothing too much. Just enough so you could speak one another but be respectful and mindful of your own personal space.

"I'm surprised to see you here tonight," Yunho commented, a smile still on his lips. "You just never seemed to be the party girl." "You know me already," you laughed. "I'm honestly not but my friends want to make lasting memories before graduation," you explained.

Yunho couldn't help but chuckle which caused you to raise an eyebrow. He quickly cleared his throat, a light hue coating his cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It just seems that our friends are in the same mindset since that's why I got dragged out of the apartment tonight." "I guess it isn't so bad now that I'm here with you."

You swore that Yunho's cheeks got darker. You also noticed how his smile widened to the point his eyes became hidden. He was just too adorable.

"So mystery girl knows who I am," he chuckled again.

God, his laugh was so infectious. I could just sit hear and listen to it all day.

"And I'm surprised my campus crush knows even who I am." "Oh? I'm your campus crush?" He smirked.

Now it was your turn to blush a bit. Damn, caught red-handed.

"Well yeah. I've seen you all over with Mingi or when you are trying to study in the library. Guess you could say I've always been curious."

Yunho's ego soared. He didn't come here to get lucky, but he was. He felt as if he had one the lottery.

"There's something else I've been curious about," he admitted.

Your upper body had turned towards him. The moonlight shining from the window made your eyes sparkle. It was as if you had the whole universe in your eyes. Your head was tilted slightly, a habit Yunho was quickly learning about you and equally adored.

One hand remained at a respectful spot in the space between the two of you. Yet, his right hand reached across to cup your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek affectionately as your eyes widened slightly. Yet, your body felt relaxed underneath his touch.

He never wanted to take things too far, but a little kiss never hurts, right?

"Is it okay if I kiss you, y/n?" He whispered.

Your name coming from his lips sent butterflies in your stomach. "Yes," you whispered back.

He offered another gentle smile before he leaned in to press his lips against yours. His lips felt soft and gentle as he didn't want to pressure you to kiss him back. But you would be a mad person if you didn't. You matched his tempo, allowing him to lead the kiss.

Tiny electric shocks were sent throughout your body. You couldn't help but allow your arms to wrap around his neck, which gave him the green light to move his hand off the bed to your knee. His warm hand caressed your exposed skin.

"I like the feeling of your hands on me," you murmured against his lips.

Fuck, Yunho, you're in trouble. Your statement made his brain all fuzzy. Yet, he didn't want to get too ahead of himself. He was almost positive you meant innocence in your statement.

His hand moved from your knee to your hip where he lifted you with ease. You gasped softly, pulling back from the kiss. You never expected him to be so strong! Your mouth was slightly open as you were positioned on his lap.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Yunho said. "Did I move too fast?"

You turned towards him and shock your head. Your heartbeat was felt throughout your whole body. If it was anyone else, you might have gone running out the door by how overwhelmingly intense the moment felt. With Yunho? All you wanted was to stay.

"No, this is perfect," you confessed. Your one hand stayed wrapped around his neck, your fingers running through your hair. "Is this okay? I mean, I've never done anything like this before. I don't just kiss cute boys who I barely now."

Yunho couldn't help but smile softly at your sentiment. You were too sweet. "Well, maybe we can become more than strangers?" His hand caressed your side affectionately, easing any nerves left in your body.

"I'd like that," you whispered.

You were about to go in to kiss Yunho again when the bedroom door busted open. You gasped as Yunho gently moved you off, shielding your body. The people who busted in just gasped before quickly closing the door behind them, muttering apologizes.

Way to kill the mood.

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That was three weeks ago. Yunho and you kept in good contact, especially now that Mingi prided himself in bringing two of his favorite people together. Even though you and Yunho were as far from being a couple as anything else. If anything, you two were beginning to deepen your friendship.

Yunho now had a reliable person to study, with who would keep him accountable for actually getting work done. And you had someone who made life fell less lonely.

And it was a bonus that each study session ended with a makeout session at your apartment. It was almost a ritual between the two of you. At the end of the night, Yunho would make sure you had eaten before walking him. You would then offer to come in for some water or coffee, depending on what else he had going on in the evening. Which were ultimately excuses to go to your bedroom.

Never before had you felt so safe with someone. Yunho looked after you, which honestly blew you away considering how new the friendship was. Yet, for Yunho, taking care of you was a duty. Even if you weren't official, he always wanted to make sure you knew someone was looking out for you.

That was as evident as ever when you two were behind closed doors. Light kisses led to light touches. His hands often wondered to your lower back, maybe underneath your shirt to cup your bra-covered breasts. Your hands would fall on his chest, sometimes down his abs towards where his belt was. Kisses on your lips led to neck kisses then to hickies which your roommates teased you relentlessly about.

Nothing more though. You had told Yunho that you were always anxious when it came to sex. You didn't want to jeopardize everything you worked for. And Yunho always respected that, especially since he was waiting for the right person. He didn't want to regret something so meaningful. And you respected that too.

Yet, you couldn't ignore your own urges anymore. There was something powerful between the two of you. You just weren't sure how to tell Yunho how you were feeling without scaring him off.

The past three weeks have been the time of your life. He made you feel warm and fuzzy, as if you were the main character in a Nicholas Spark's novel. And Yunho felt like he was on Cloud 9 with you. He never wanted to lose that feeling.

Buzz buzz

You were currently in the kitchen of your college apartment, slicing up an apple and peanut butter. A favorite study time snack of yours. Your eyes warned over to see Yunho's name flash on your phone which instantly brought a smile on your face.

"Oh! Y/n must be talking to Yunho," your roommate teased.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the smile growing on your lips. Yeah, you were down bad for him.

"Hey pretty girl, what are you up to today?" "Not studying! I got everything done." "So you have time for me?"

Your smile grew wider at his text. You literally felt your heart flutter.

"Maybe.. is it worth it though?" "Oh darling, don't you worry. I'm going to make sure you feel on top of the world." "Where are we going?" "My place? 7pm?"

You glanced at the time at the top left corner of your phone. 5:41pm. Not much time to get ready.

"Anything I should bring over?" "Just yourself. It is all I need."

Lord have mercy.

Your snack was long forgotten as you ran up the stairs. The excitement about seeing Yunho, being alone with him drove you in ways academic achievement and goals accomplished never could.

You wear wearing a loose sweatshirt and a pair of leggings. Nothing too suggestive but also easy to remove. You never wanted to go in assuming any situation, but you couldn't help but be hopeful. Your roommates also noticed your change of perspective since Yunho came into your life. They liked seeing this side of you - the side where you were allowing yourself to enjoy life rather than focus on work and outcomes.

"Make sure you say hi to Yunho for us," your one roommate teased as you rushed to grab your wallet and keys. "Should we expect you tonight or tomorrow afternoon?"

Your cheeks were a bit red, not from embarrassment. There was not one ounce that was ashamed to be so scandalous with Yunho. Maybe it was because it was your little secret, the part of your that you were allowing to flourish for the first time, that was being exposed. While you weren't sure if you and Yunho would be anything more than friends, you were safe to say you were no longer strangers.

"I'll just text you guys when I'm heading home," you laughed, trying to ease your own nerves. Yet, you felt all the butterflies in your stomach which mad you jittery.

"Oh, no need. We have your location, y/n." "Creeps," you huffed. "Or just care about your well-being! But we also know Yunho will take care of that part."

I need to get out of here. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was 6:47pm. Yunho was just a 5 minute walk away from your apartment, so you were in no rush but any excuse to get to Yunho quickly.

"Hey, I'm heading over now :)" you texted him. "Can't wait to be with you."

You waved goodbye to your roommates who sounded off in encouraging cheers. You shook your head playfully before walking out the door to Yunho's apartment. With each step, your heartbeat is faster and louder. He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn't even know how to tell him.

"Hi pretty girl," Yunho said, answering the door. His height always left you breathless. You knew you were down bad when his height is something you adore. He was dressed in a grey sweatshirt with a yellow smiley face in the middle and black sweatpants.

Gently, he stepped out of the way to allow you to enter. You smiled appreciatively before walking in and slipped off your shoes. Mingi was in the kitchen, wiping down the countertop after dinner assumedly.

"Hey y/n. I'm about to head out!" He exchanged a look with Yunho, but you were too hyper-focused on Yunho's hand on your lower back. You could basically turn into Jell-o. "I'll see you around," he snickered.

"Bye Mingi," Yunho muttered. His demeanor softened when he turned towards you though, offering that gentle smile that makes you want to do anything he says. "Wanna go up to my room?"

You nodded before taking the lead. You've been all too familiar with the staircase that led up to Yunho's bedroom. Each time you walked in front of him, Yunho struggled. He surely had the best view in the world but wanted to do his absolute best to remain respectful.

Once you arrived in his room, you were a bit taken back. This wasn't the usual setup. You were much accustomed to the floor lamp being on, his laptop ready for a movie.

Tonight, the no lights were on. Instead, he had lit a few candles that were new additions to the top of his dresser. It created a glow in the room that was warm and welcoming. It also had a smell of vanilla and cashmere, two of your favorite scents. He was a good listener. Soft, sensual music was playing in the background from the speaker by his desk.

You stepped into the room but didn't go to the bed this time. You turned towards him, keeping a bit of distance but yearning to be close to him.

"What's all this for, Yunho?"

He loved the way his name sounded from your lips. It sent shivers down his spine. He smiled gently before taking a step closer, closing the door behind him. Once again, he didn't lock it right away. Yunho was the exception in a world of boys where he was a gentleman. He always offered you an out, always a way to leave if you so choose. Yunho never placed expectations on you. He followed your lead.

"Y/n," he began. One of his hands gently reached out for yours, fingers gently wrapping around your own but not quite holding it just yet. It was endearing. "You mean so much to me. I mean, I've always been mesmerized by you, but I never knew someone could have such a large impact until you came into my life. I've never wanted to open up to someone the way I open up to you."

Your eyes widened slightly, stepping even a bit closer to Yunho. Your mind was jumping to conclusions but you did everything to stay calm.

"There is just something special between us, angel," he whispered. His hand fully slipped into yours as the other gently moved to hold your hip, keeping you close. His touch was gentle yet firm, almost as if he was begging you to say but also allowing you to move if you desired. "You complete me in ways I never imagined. Both emotionally and mentally, and our physical connection is something I'd like to explore more."

Oh my god.

"I understand if maybe that's something you never wanted with me but-" "But just kiss me. Please."

His eyes now widened this time. You were biting your lip gently as you gazed up at him with your big doe eyes.

Come on, Yunho. Get it together.

No longer hesitating, he leaned in fully to press his lips against yours. His hand squeezed your hip affectionately. Unlike the other times he's kissed you, this was more passion. He had a certain level of assertiveness that made you melt. Your hands moved from holding his to resting on his chest and the other on his arm.

With ease, Yunho picked you up which caused you squeal. He pulled back from the kiss to look up at you. You noticed this time his gaze was a bit more seductive which made you feel all tingly.

"Oh darling, I'll get you squealing for another reason soon enough," he promised you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist. You knew he'd never let you fall, so your action was more to lure him in closer. His hands moved to hold your ass, giving a playful squeeze which indeed sent your squealing again. Even though the sensations were newer to you, it felt so good when it was Yunho touching you.

Gently, Yunho tossed you on his bed. Your sweatshirt moved a bit to expose your midriff. Your hair was sprawled out on his comforter. And with the glow from the candles, Yunho swore you looked angelic.

"You can say no at anytime, darling," he promised you. His voice was in a soft tone but firm. This was serious for him which made your heart swell.

"I trust you. This is new for me too, but I want to experience it with you."

At first, he remained standing at the foot of his bed. Just enough so he could slip his own sweatshirt over his head. You couldn't help but stare at his exposed chest. He was built so beautifully.

Yunho noticed which caused him to smirk. Not wanting to be apart from you any longer, his hands gently then moved to your exposed skin. "What do you crave first, darling? I want to make sure you're all wet for me."

His words caused your cheeks to warm up tremendously. Your brain was all fuzzy just coming to realize this was actually happening. You were about to have sex with Yunho, your campus crush. This felt just too good yet nothing extraordinary has happened yet.

"Could you eat me out? I've always wanted to know what it feels like," you confessed. "Your wish is my command, princess."

His hands moved from your hips to the waistband of your leggings. He glanced up at you once more to make sure you were comfortable and okay with proceeding. You couldn't help but giggle before running your hand through his hair comfortingly, giving him the nod he needed.

"So gorgeous, y/n, baby," he murmured. His lips kissed the exposed skin of your tummy before both of his hands began to move your legging dow your legs. "You look amazing in these leggings, but I'm so honored to be the one to take them off of you." His eyes then noticed the pink lace panties that you were wearing underneath. A tiny bow was in the front which made his mouth water.

You shivered as his hands gently began to tug off your panties. It was a bit chilly in the room for which Yunho smiled apologetically.

"I'll warm you up in no time, darling." "I have no doubt, baby. I know you always look out for me." "Always," Yunho vowed.

With your leggings and panties on the floor, Yunho crotched in front of you. His hands rested on your knees gently, thumbs caressing the outer part. He was a bit surprised how you opened them almost automatically for him, but he was overjoyed to know you wanted this just as much as him.

His cock twitched at the sight of how wet you already were, a slight glisten already noticeable. "My baby girl needs me, hmm?"

"I like when you speak to me like that," you confessed, letting out a shaky breath.

Yunho moved your one leg over his shoulder as the other rested on your thigh. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable. "What? You like knowing that I want you all to myself? That I want to be selfish?"

You were propped up on your elbows, gazing down at him. Your teeth were sunk into your lower lip in anticipation. All you could bring yourself was to nod in confirmation.

"Well, y/n, sweet girl. You are mine. You've been mine since the party, so don't doubt it again."

His tongue then licked a long strip along your pussy up to your clit. You let out a loud gasp, head tilting back. His hot breath hit your pussy causing you to shiver and spread your legs a bit wider, offering yourself completely to him. He hummed in satisfaction before letting the tip of his tongue circle your clit.

Your back arched slightly off his comforter. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let yourself immerse fully into the pleasure.

He loved the taste of you. So sweet. His tongue ventured up and down your pussy before sticking into your tight hole. You let out a soft moan. It was music to his ears, knowing that he was capable of making you feel so good.

His cock was hardening by the sounds you were making. Twitching and began for attention. Soon though, he would get the relief he's always fantasized about.

You were his main priority though. He wanted this to be just as special, as meaningful for you as it was for him.

He pulled back which made your head snap down. Yunho couldn't help the small pout that formed on your lips. "Don't worry, darlin'. I'm not going anywhere." His lips began to press kisses into your thighs as his one hand left your knee to gently trace along your pussy.

"Is it okay if I finger you, angel? Just want to make sure you're stretched out for me. Don't want to hurt you."

His speech was a bit slurred, almost as if he was drunk off the taste of you.

"Please. I want to feel all of you, want to feel of this for the first time with you."

Yunho leaned down to kiss your thighs. He moved his kisses towards your clit. He could imagine the feeling might be a bit uncomfortable for you at first, so he wanted to help ease you a bit.

When his lips met your clit, he kissed it delicately before wrapping his lips around it. He began sucking on it which had you moaning sweetly. He couldn't help but smile before sliding one finger into you. His eyes looked up at you to see your mouth slightly open. Yet, your body remained relaxed on his bed.

He moved his finger in and out of your pussy slowly. He let out a groan at the feeling of how warm, how wet you were. You just felt so inviting it sent him into a frenzy. He craved more that he was struggling to hold himself back but he knew all good things come with time. His cock was straining against his pants painfully.

"I'm going to add another, sweetheart, okay?" He murmured against you. The vibration of his voice against your pussy caused you to whimper out in euphoria as you still nodded your head.

"Can I hold your hand, baby?" you begged softly.

Instantly, his free hand left your thigh to rest against the comforter for you to hold. He didn't need to be told twice. Whether it was for reassurance or to feel close to him, he would do anything for you.

Slowly, he slipped another finger into you. This time, at the feeling of how full you were, your body tensed a bit. Yet, Yunho kept his fingers still inside of you. He didn't want to rush in as he kept his gaze on you. Feeling your fingers slip into his hand, he squeezed your hand reassuringly. And this time, you squeezed back. "Keep going. Please."

His fingers moved slowly. He couldn't help but stifle the moan from his lips as he wanted to suck on your clit a bit harder, to make sure you were still feeling good. When you started moaning again, he began to curl his fingers gently into your g-spot. That made you moan louder than before, an encouragement for Yunho to proceed.

He then began to spread his two fingers apart, stretching you out properly. Your eyes widened, your breathing becoming shaky and shallow.

"Speak to me, baby girl. How does this feel?" "S-so good, baby." "Tell me what you need." "You. Please." "How do you want me? You've already got me. Right here, angel." "I want you to fuck me."

His fingers stilled inside of you as he pulled back from your clit. He looked up at you as he knew there was no going back. He knew he wanted to continue, but he just wanted to make sure you weren't too caught up in the moment. He didn't want you regret such a vulnerable moment with him.

"Are you positive?" He asked in a gentle voice. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Slowly, his fingers slipped out of your pussy. You whimpered at the lose of contact but quickly moaned when you saw his fingers enter his mouth. He sucked on them gently, humming against his digits. You've never witnessed something so attractive before. Your cheeks were flushed at the sight too.

"So delicious, angel. Thank you for letting me have a taste."

Now standing fully at the end of his bed, his hands moved to undo his belt and unzip his pants. Your eyes widened when you saw the tent in his pants. You couldn't believe he got so turned on by tasting and touching you.

Seeing the effect you had over him made you feel powerful.

Noticing you were staring, he winked at you. "You are the only one with this effect over me. Only one I ever want." His belt clinked against the floor as his pants soon joined, exposing his grey boxers. He was so hot. Does he even know that? You were going to move up to offer to jerk him off or suck him but he stopped you before your upper body could even leave his bed.

Did you do something wrong? You frowned a bit as your eyes quickly landed on his. Was he regretting going this far with you?

"Tonight is all about you, sweetheart." "But I want to make this special for you too," you frowned. "You just being here is enough to make this special. I promise."

You were a bit hesitant, wanting to be insistent on making him feel good. But with the look in his eyes the lustful gaze, you knew it was not a topic up for debate. You settled back onto his comforter as he moved to grab a condom from his bedside table.

He was a man prepared for any scenario. Whether it be one of his friends needing a condom or when a moment like this finally presented itself.

His boxers soon joined the floor. His cock instantly slapped against his abs. You noticed the veins running around the sides and the angry red tip, begging for attention. You made a mental note that you just had to suck Jeong Yunho off.

He grabbed the gold wrapper to tear it open. His right hand grabbed the base of his cock to hold it still as his left hand skillfully slipped the latex on. It just made his cock glisten, make it more appealing.

Finally, Yunho joined you on the bed. His knees rested in between your legs to keep you spread for him. His one hand rested by your head as the other cupped your cheek. You felt his forehead press against yours but not once did he look away from you.

"I mean it when I say we can stop at any point, angel. Just say the word." "Yunho, you're too sweet to me but I need you."

You needed him. God, his eyes nearly rolled at the words you spoke.

He pressed his lips to yours for a moment. Even the room felt hot and heavy, he wanted to remind you just how important you were to him. You kissed him back for a moment until you felt his tip against your pussy. He kept his gaze on you, wanting to make sure you were okay with what happened.

"You ready?" "Yeah," you breathed out.

As slow as ever, Yunho pushed his tip into you. You bit you lip as you kept your eyes trained on him. It felt familiar, just like when his fingers entered you. You nodded slowly before he began to push more of himself into your pussy. His head nearly rolling back at the feeling of how warm and tight you were around him. "Fuck," he breathed out.

The sound of you letting out another whimper caused him to snap back to reality. He frowned when he noticed the tears in your eyes.

"Oh angel," he whispered. He didn't dare move another inch. This wasn't about his pleasure, this was about you. "What's wrong?" "It's just a lot," you confessed. Salty tears began to leave your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. "Do you want me to stop?" "No, no," you begged. "I just need a moment."

Yunho nodded understandingly. He began to press soft kisses along your cheeks, your nose - anything to distract you from the pressure and temporary pain. He wanted to kiss you fully but he noticed you were breathing in deeply, trying to collect yourself and he didn't want to be inconsiderate.

"Take your time," he whispered. His hand moved to wipe your tears. "I go when you say go. I stop when you say stop." You took in another deep breath, really being able to feel how deep he was as your puss instinctively gripped his cock. He bit his lip to not moan, not wanting to do something that pressured you to say go.

However, in the few seconds of regulating your breathing, the pain began to feel like pleasure. It felt good. It was an odd feeling for sure, but one you wanted to continue with.

"Yunho?" you called out gently.

He pulled back so he could look into your eyes. His lips were curled up into that signature soft smile.

"Keep going. Please."

His eyes were trained on yours, almost as if he was looking for any hesitation. Yet, when he didn't see any, he nodded his head gently.

Before continuing to slip himself into you, he offered his hand for you to hold again. He really was a gentleman. Your fingers instantly slipped into his and you gave him a reassuring squeeze. That's all Yunho needed to continue slipping into your pussy.

Your breathing hitched again, but you remembered to breathe through it. And while it was a bit uncomfortable, it wasn't as bad as when you two started. You moaned when he eventually filled you completely.

"You okay, darling?"

He kept still but you could feel all of him inside of you. You felt so close, so vulnerable with him. It was overwhelming in the best sense.

"Never been better," you breathed out.

Satisfied, he began to retreat his hips before thrusting into you. Your head rolled back against his pillows and he rolled his head back at the feeling. "God damn," he breathed out. "You feel so good, angel. All for me."

His thrusts were slow at first, at an even pace. He was treating you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world, something that needed to be fiercely looked after. And while you might have enjoyed the sentiment, you just needed him.

"Baby, go faster, please." "Fuck, are you sure? If you say yes, I might not be able to hold myself back anymore." "Let loose, baby boy." That's all he needed to hear. His hand planted firmly on the space by your head, his other hand still holding yours. However, his thrusts became quicker, became deeper. It was as if something primal took over him.

Your moans were louder as you felt all of him entirely with each threat. He was so big, so thick. He filled you up just so heavenly, in ways you couldn't describe besides perfection.

"That's it," you whined out. "Right there, baby." "God, I could die a happy man this way."

You couldn't help but giggle as you moved your free hand to rest on his shoulder. Your fingernails dug slightly into his skin which seemed to send him pounding deeper into you.

The sound of wet skin slapping made him nearly delirious. He never imagined this would be happening especially not with you. Yunho truly won the jackpot. He watched as your eyes rolled back, your cheeks a light pink color. Your lips were slightly parted as you moaned without any control.

"You're so gorgeous, y/n."

Your walls began to tighten around him, a fire-like feeling taking over your stomach. His jaw was clenched, almost as if he was concentrating. You were a bit curious but began to notice the veins protruding out of his forearms from how hard he was thrusting.

You began to put the dots together.

"Are you close, baby?" "So fucking close," he huffed out. "Are you?"

His eyes were practically glued on you. All to make sure you felt on top of the world. He loved knowing that you two were sharing this experience together. The grip you had on his shoulder further encouraged him to give you everything he had.

No room to hesitate or overthink. "Yeah," you whimpered.

Sweat was beginning to coat his skin. You early drooled at the sight of how delicious he looked. How did you get so lucky?

"Let go, y/n, baby. I'm right there with you."

With one particularly hard thrust, you lost it. You felt like you were being sent into another dimension but the intensity of your orgasm. Nothing could have prepared you for the feeling as you truly believed you saw stars. Your legs shook slightly as Yunho groaned loudly, spurting his hot cum into the condom.

The heavy breathing from the two of you filled the room. The world outside of his bedroom seemed so far away as you felt so consumed by Jeong Yunho. You wouldn't want it any other way.

His cock started to soften inside of you but you two couldn’t bring yourselves to move. Your arms moved to wrap around him softly as he laid gently on you, keeping you close.

There was no other place you wanted to be. I guess sometimes you do need to take a risk and do something that might seem like it is off-limits.

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Damian Wayne x Reader

For someone big on social media, you would’ve never expected this side of it, and love it

A/N: … So… I'm in college… idk how consistently ill be able to post. I thought I could do every week but ig that's not possible for me as I'm taking 6 classes 😭 My goal is to post at least once a month to put something out. That highlighted part is from when I had about 85% of this done MONTHS ago. And I'm finishing this during spring break 2025, and mind you this was asked September 2, 2023… IM SO SORRY 😭

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warning(s): none I think…

As someone with almost 100 million followers across several social media platforms, to say you’re relatively active is an understatement. You’re practically always working. As a part-time college student, it took a while for you to find a good balance.

You would post at least 2 YouTube videos every month, usually vlogs, TikTok’s every few days, sometimes a few days straight if you have enough content, an Instagram post every now and then, and posting on Twitter and Snapchat are rare unless something big is happening. On top of that, you have a monthly performance meeting with your team. You talk about how your engagement has been and ways to increase it. At the last meeting, they thought you could reply to more comments and videos you’ve been tagged in.

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You were chilling with Titus on Damian’s bed, knowing well that Titus isn’t allowed on the bed, waiting for him to return from Patrol. After almost 3 years of dating, it has become routine for the two of you at this point. After editing and posting for the day, you would spend the night at the manor, and the next day you had off, you spent it with friends/Damian.

As you were waiting you took it upon yourself to scroll through comments and videos you’ve been tagged in. While scrolling through the comments of a video you posted of you and Damian doing one of those game interviews, you saw a comment that confused you.

Wifeofyn: I can see the edits already 😃

Edits? Like the ones you would see when a new movie or show came out? Due to the people you follow and the type of content you and them post, you rarely ever see them. And you never spent enough time on your for you page to get them either, so you searched it

Search: Y/n edits

You scrolled and scrolled. You were completely mesmerized as you watched the TikTok edits of yourself for the first time. You watched in amazement as you saw how people turned your everyday life into something straight out of a movie, albeit you have made cameos in movies before and had some minor roles but it was nothing like this. You got so caught up in the videos, your excitement bubbling over, that you lost track of time and everything else around you. You didn’t even notice Titus had gotten off the bed and went to sleep in his and Damian had returned from patrol.

It’s only when you feel the bed shift and see Damian lying next to you, freshly showered and awaiting your attention, that you realize he’s back. You realized that he’s probably been watching, and most likely studying, you for God knows how long.

He saw the excitement in your eyes every time you watched an edit. He heard your laughs as people used funny or sarcastic things you’ve said before in intros of edits. Of course you thought they were hilarious, no one was funnier than you… He even saw when you rolled over on your stomach and started kicking your feet in the air when you discovered the couple edits your fans made of you and Damian. You snap out of your TikTok trance with a start, your face flushed. You turn to him with an apologetic smile, eager to share your newfound excitement about the edits.

Over the next few days, you spend some of your spare time watching edits. It didn’t matter where you were, on the toilet, in the car, at a cafe. You LOVED them.

It had been a few days since you had “discovered" the edits of yourself. You’ve been commenting and “reposting and sharing the edits you’ve seen.

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Secretlifeof_y/n started a live: Revolutionary Discovery

You look at your phone and watch as the number of viewers is increasing.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna let more people join before we get started”

Y/n_lover: omg your reposts

You continued to see comments come in regarding your reposts on TikTok.

“Wow! 10 thousand people in less than 15 minutes”

ButtercupBriii: is it me or has she not been on live in a minute

777.Marley: @ButtercupBriii no you’re right it’s been like 3 weeks

You read more comments of people agreeing that you haven’t been on live as much. That was the whole reason you were on live now.

“Now that we have more people in here, HIIIII!”

You watch as comments flood in of people greeting you and asking many questions. In the back, the viewers can see that you're in Wayne Manor, as you have gone live there several times before, and Stephanie is searching for something in the pantry.

“I’m trying to read all the comments coming in but you guys are too fast,” you say as your eyes skim the bottom of your phone screen. Accidentally letting out a snort, you slap your hand over your mouth. “Someone said Stephanie in the back looking for food is giving big back. Yall are evil !”

Stephanie pops her head out of the pantry giving the camera a confused look. “They said what about me?”

She walks to you with a large metal mixing bowl filled with baking supplies. You move the camera back so she can place the items onto the counter while also giving the camera a greater view of your surrounding area. Noticing candy in the bowl that you know she got for the two of you to snack on, you opt not to say anything about it. You clap your hands together while standing straight and slightly popping your hips out.

“Okay guys. Today Steph and I are,” You start. Stephanie moves close to you and in unison the two of you enthusiastically state “Baking brownies!!”

“So,” you start. “While we’re mixing everything, neither of us will be able to read comments so we’re just gonna talk, and while the brownies are baking we can chit-chat.”

As you and Stephanie pour ingredients into the mixing bowl and mix them, you talk about how the night you first saw the edits of yourself. You explain how you saw a comment referring to them and got curious, prompting you to search “Y/N edits”. That’s how you ended up with over 50 reposts of edits of yourself and various friends and family.

You pour the mixture into a flat pan and Stephanie goes to put it in the oven. While Stephanie does that you start reading comments aloud to answer.

“Who’s my favorite editor? Wifeofyn. But yn_lover is up there too.”

You and Stephanie continued answering the comments until you heard voices from the foyer. Sure enough, it was your boyfriend and his brothers returning from one of their excursions. You could listen to them bickering, which was normal, considering that's how they communicated 70% of the time.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend as he and his brothers walked into the kitchen. Everyone started getting comfortable, especially Dick with the camera. You move towards the back of the kitchen with Damian. He wraps his arms around you from behind and you instinctively relax into his embrace. You let your head fall back while he nestles his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent.

“You smell delicious,” your boyfriend mumbles into your shoulder. You couldn’t help but giggle at him, “I smell like flour.”

“You still smell good.”

The two of you remained in the same spot and position for several moments in silence. It was moments like these you loved: in Damian’s arm, in a comfortable silence, watching life happen.

You notice Jason is staying away from the camera. This peaking your interest, you question him. As you’re asking Jason about his seeming distaste for the camera, Damian kisses the side of your head as he let’s to know he’s going to retire to his room for the night.

“I’m not getting in frame because people will make edits and every single one you see you’ll send it to me and next thing you know I have 42 edits of myself to watch” Jason states.

You gasped, acting offended, but you knew he was right. You also knew people were probably editing this live. You rolled your eyes at him and walked back to Stephanie, who was downing some brownies with Tim and your phone.

“Guys so the brownies are done and I miss Damian so I’m going to bring him some. I promise to go live again soon,” you finish off by blowing a kiss to your viewers.

LIVE ENDED

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[sleepynoons]

THE NIGHT BY SOYOU (FEAT. GEEKS) – asakura shin (sakamoto days) x gn!reader, college!au, sfw

genre – fluff word count – ~2,300 warnings – suggestive content synopsis – plans have changed, and to your surprise, both you and your boyfriend shin are staying on campus over winter break. that means the two of you can spend christmas together, and you're excited to have him all to yourself!

Your room has never been cleaner. It’s a small studio, just a little over how much a college student living in Japan can afford, and usually, there’d be piles of clothes hanging on the backs of plastic chairs, plushies scattered across the floor – victim after victim to your devastating tossing and turning during the night –, scrap paper and ballpoint pens lying on every hard surface. But given that your boyfriend, Shin, will be staying with you for a week over winter break, you put in the effort to make your place look somewhat presentable and spacious enough for two people.

It’s not like he hasn’t come over before, but that was at the beginning of the school year in March when you had just moved in, and most of your belongings hadn’t arrived yet. At the time, the two of you barely knew each other; he only came to drop off some soldering tools that Natsuki, your mutual friend, had been holding onto for you, but from first glance, Shin looked absolutely adorable to you, and you knew you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. After a few months, thanks to many chance encounters on campus and several more deliberate efforts on your end to meet up (mainly never-ending text messages in all-caps to Natsuki demanding he set the two of you up), the two of you began dating towards the latter half of the summer.

That’s why you’re not only excited that he’s staying over, but it’ll also be your first Christmas together as a couple! Throughout the past week, you’ve been daydreaming for hours on end about all of the romantic, cheesy things the two of you can do together – cuddling while watching a movie in the dark, making hot chocolate together, waking early to a white Christmas, the list goes on. But, more importantly, you have a single goal for this Christmas, one that will change the progression and trajectory of your relationship, and you must accomplish it.

You’ll finally convince Shin to make out with you (and maybe do more)!

Aside from teasing pecks and soft smooches, the two of you haven't done more, and it almost pains you to admit that your relationship is still on first base. To be fair, it’s not like you haven’t pressed for more. Especially when the mood seems more heated, you always ask your boyfriend for more, at which he blushes furiously but shakes his head, refusing to give you what you need. 

“I’m too nervous, and I don’t know how to,” he admitted once, begrudging and a little ashamed in tone. “You’re my first, so… I don’t really know what to do.”

At that, you backed off, not wanting to pressure him into doing something he’s not prepared for.

But it’s been months since that conversation, and your impatience is returning ten-fold. You’ve also noticed that, as of late, he’s been staring at your lips more, lightly panting under his breath whenever the two separate from a kiss, hands clenching and fisted at his sides whenever you lean a little too closely, as if he’s resisting some devilish temptation or desire.

Now that you have the chance, you have to ask him again, and if he lets you, you’ll teach him everything he has to know.

The doorbell rings, and you drop your phone down onto the kitchen counter and scramble over to the door. You fling the door open and spring forward, causing Shin to shout in surprise as you hug him.

“Shin!” you chirp, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you release him.

He sets down his duffle bag with clothes, toiletries, and other necessities for the upcoming week onto the ground, while holding onto a small bag with a ribbon tying the handles together. He pecks you on the forehead before shoving the party bag at your direction. “Merry Christmas!”

You can’t help but yelp with delight, hands clapping vigorously, before you take it from him. You look back at him and, with a large, wide smile, ask, “I thought we weren’t going to exchange gifts?”

With a shy sigh, he rubs a hand behind his neck, ears tinged pink, as he explains, “It’s not really a present. Just some goods from back home since you’re letting me stay over.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you, Shin!”

You fling your arms around your boyfriend again, embracing him tightly again, and you don’t let him go until you hear him wheezing for air.

Promptly, you let go before turning around and beckoning him with dramatic waves of your arms to follow after you. “Come in! Just make yourself comfortable!”

Shin chuckles before setting his duffle bag next to your bed before joining you in the kitchen. You’re pouring hot milk into two mugs, and he helps you drop marshmallow bits on top to complete the hot chocolate.

As you both sit down at your dining table, you ask him, “Are you feeling alright? I know this is your first Christmas away from home…”

Originally, your boyfriend was supposed to return home, but the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and it wasn’t safe anymore for him to drive home on his motorcycle. It’s quite obvious how much Shin’s family means to him – his phone wallpaper is of his two sisters, Lu and Hana, and he calls his parents every weekend. His brother, Heisuke, along with his pet bird Piisuke, often drop by as well. While you’re excited that the two of you can spend more time together, you’re worried that the tradeoff came at his loss.

Shin glances at you as he blows at the persistent steam rising from his cup. With a shrug, he says, “Oh, it’s not a big deal. The forecast said the snowstorm will clear by next week, so I’ll get home right before New Year’s.”

Despite his nonchalance, you let out a loud wail and bury your face into the crook of his neck. “Don’t worry, Shin!” you declare, though your volume's muffled by his sweatshirt. “We’ll have so much fun together!”

And the evening is fun! As per tradition, the two of you order fried chicken with several side dishes – corn with melted cheese, toasted bread, garlic fries – and chow down while catching up on several movies that neither of you could watch due to endless assignments and deadlines. You also force Shin to do a sheet mask with you, and throughout the 15-minute wait, Shin’s incredibly restless and has to fidget in some way, whether that be bouncing his leg or wriggling his finger or elbowing you in the rib cage. By the time you both are ready for bed, it’s already past midnight – in other words, officially Christmas.

“Merry Christmas,” you giggle as you crawl into the covers.

Shin’s already lying on his back, sprawled across the entire bed, and you take care not to step or press down on him. You hook a leg across his midriff and fold your arms together between your bodies, one hand flattened over his chest directly where his heart rests underneath. His heartbeat is surprisingly slow, though it’s not as abnormal given that he’s athletic and built. Shin has an arm underneath your neck, and his cheek's pressed against your forehead.

It’s tempting to fall asleep – from your shared warmth, the thumping of his heart alternating with yours, the occasional whisper of his breath tickling your forehead. And you do almost give in. Shin’s eyes are closed, and his other hand, which was fiddling with your sleep shorts, is getting lazier and slower in its movements. He might even be asleep at this rate, but unfortunately, you won’t let him rest that easily tonight.

“Shin,” you mutter, patting at his chest lightly, “are you still awake?”

At first, he doesn’t react, and you feel disappointment sink in your stomach. Then, you watch as a corner of his lip twitches until there’s a small, teasing smile on his face.

“What’s up?” he asks through a fit of chuckles. You giggle along with him and get up to peck him lightly on the eyelids.

“It’s Christmas!” you whine, quite emphatically as well. “We can’t just go to bed!”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes. You ignore it because you know he always gives into your wants anyway. And as expected, he asks, “What should we do then?” 

This is the perfect opportunity, you think. A surge of excitement races through your body, causing you to almost shiver in delight. And so, with your leg that is slung across his waist, you tuck the heel of your foot into him a bit tighter, and look down at him with giddy expectation.

“Well…,” you drawl, “it’s normal for couples to get a little… naughty on Christmas, right?”

Shin immediately blushes, sputtering surprised and flustered noises, and tries to cover up his face. You catch his hand, though, and your hold on him prevents him from pulling away through other means.

“Shin,” you whimper, more desperate than anything, “don’t you want to kiss me?”

The question quite literally gags him, and with a slack jaw, he’s stunned quiet. His eyes scramble around, fastidiously searching your face for a sign of humor or teasing. But you’re totally serious, determined, and he can tell from the slight pinch between your brows.

He sighs, a loud release of air, before he faces away from you. With a muted voice, he admits, “I do.”

You gleam at his answer, and you press your body closer to his, chest to his side, thigh hiked up and over his stomach, arm across his chest. At this point, you’re practically lying on top of him.

“I want to kiss you, too!” you exclaim. But you quiet down immediately and mumble, “I want to kiss you more…”

Shin’s face is now a shade of deep red, heat spreading across his cheeks, ears, and neck. “I-I don’t know how to…”

You press your lips against the bottom of his jaw. You glance up, gauging his reaction, but it seems he’s also waiting to see what you’ll do next. So you continue, making your way up to his earlobe, which you nip at – his breath hitches at it –, before you move horizontally, scattering more pecks across his cheeks and nose bridge.

Then, you take a brief pause. You rest your forehead against his and whisper, “Is this alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he grunts.

With his approval, you resume. You kiss at the arches of his eyebrows, his temples, the apples of his cheeks again. But you feel a burning impulse to do more, so you finally allow yourself to kiss him.

You’re truly on top of him now. Legs straddling him and forearms resting on his chest, you kiss him deeply, putting slight pressure as you mesh your lips against his. Shin responds enthusiastically, hands grabbing at your waist, chin tilting up for a better angle, throat thrumming with broken groans.

When he tries to break for air, you press forward. You lick and bite his bottom lip, to which he weakly gasps at, before interlocking your lips together once more. Your hands have moved up to hold his face in place, enabling you to nibble at and taste his lips until you’re content.

“Breathe through your nose,” you croak as you finally relent, pulling away to get a proper look at your boyfriend.

Shin’s entirely disheveled. His shirt's crumpled and wrinkled, his hair's matted to his forehead, and there’s a dazed air to him in general. He glances at you before huffing, out of breath, “Should’ve said so earlier, idiot.”

You try to contain your satisfaction, but Shin clicks his tongue at you, knowing your internal monologue regardless.

“How’s that for your first makeout session?” you tease, poking at his stomach with an index finger.

Unwilling to give in, he gruffly responds, “Fine.”

You squawk, more than displeased with his response, and you probe even further. “What?! What didn’t you like? Was I too forceful? Did I bite too hard? Should I have added tongue –“

He muffles your mouth with his palm, blush reigniting at your string of questions, particularly that last one.

“No, no! It was fine – actually, fantastic! There, happy?”

You cross your arms and pout. You wanted Shin to enjoy making out with you so much so that he would say it himself, not to simply appease you.

As you’re thinking about what you could’ve done better, you don’t notice the way he stares – practically glares – at your lips. His arms have also slowly wound their way around your hips, and it’s only when he shifts so that he’s sliding up that you’re brought back from your thoughts.

You didn’t realize the two of you were so close again. Now that you’re both sitting up, Shin’s chest is pressed solid against yours once again, and a hand of his rests at the back of your neck, reaching up to hold the base of your head as well. His breath's also heavier, and you gulp, having never seen Shin so serious and quiet, aside from when he’s studying.

Finally, after what seems like several minutes of silence, Shin redirects his glare to you and mumbles, “Merry Christmas,” before he seals the last bit of distance between the two of you, kissing you so deeply, intently, breathlessly.

You squeak in surprise, but the noise gets swallowed up by Shin’s hungry licks and suckling, and the two of you continue to make out, lip to lip, tongue against tongue.

You’ve always known that Shin’s a fast learner, but your heart also sings with pleasure at your boyfriend’s adventuring boldness. The shyness he had once displayed has been replaced with an eagerness that can’t be suppressed for any longer, and as he licks at a string of drool that's only beginning to slide out of the corner of your mouth, you relax into his grip, relinquishing pacing and control over to him.

Somewhere, in the back of your head, you thank your impatience because this is the best Christmas you could’ve asked for, and you wouldn’t trade this moment with Shin for anything else.

winter event masterlist

[leafofkudzu]

Happy Spring, everyone! Though where you are may not be warming up just yet (I know it isn't for me), the end is in sight! And speaking of things happening soon - this Saturday is the first one of a new month, which means it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, Verdant Shield [VS]!

For those not familiar, art parties are a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV: in-game get-togethers for artists of all kinds to hang out, chat, and create together! For GW2 parties there’s more of an emphasis on hanging out and gathering references during the party itself, and then in the days/weeks following to work on your creations at your own pace and then post to the shared art party tag. We’ve used the same one (#VSArtParty) since the very beginning so you can go allll the way back and explore what people have made! The most important thing to keep in mind though is this: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is below the cut, but will also be posted again on the day of the party as squads go up!

Location Information:

It was incredibly funny to me when doing up the promo image that Judgment Rock just...has no POI attached to it at all. It simply is a tiny little region in the Southeast corner of Mount Maelstrom with its own waypoint (aptly named Judgment Waypoint) and literally nothing else. Good news for us though - that means it's a perfect place to set up shop for a party and not be disturbed!

Time & Squad Details:

As always, there'll be two parties - the first one on EU servers and the second on NA ones - with an hour break in between!

The EU server party will begin at 9pm Central European Summer Time (aka 3pm Eastern Daylight Time or 5 hours before in-game reset). I'm actually unsure of my work schedule for this weekend, so EU partygoers will have to stand by and I'll update this post (and subsequent reblogs) with who may be hosting for the first half of the party!

The NA server party will begin 1 hour after the EU party’s official end, at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 1am Central European Summer Time or 1 hour before in-game reset). I’ll be on my main account for this one, so please /whisper or /squadjoin Zhalsi for a taxi invite if you don’t see my customary white cat tag hanging around on your map!

Closing Words:

The dreaded concept of time and its perception led to me procrastinating on this post, only to realize that both regions have already switched their clocks by now and there was nothing to worry about, so sorry for the delay! Thank you for putting up with my short notices, I'd say it won't happen again but who knows what strange thing will come up next month. :P

Thank you again to everyone who comes out to these, I look forward to them every month even if I don't talk very much, and as long as people are interested will continue to be your designated cat herder! I'll see you all this weekend, take care! ♥

[cuntyhunty22]

SWITCHING THE POSITIONS FOR YOU.

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Mature content 18 plus

Javier Peña x reader

Description: reader is a journalist.. trying to make a name for herself. Covering the narcos and the state of the world. Reader goes undercover in her alter ego meeting someone who complicates her actual career and life. Fantasies and boundaries are tested and explored.

Tags : smut. Bdsm. Latex. Rope play. Whip. Shoe kink. Papi kink. Daddy kink. Rough sex. P in v. oral on both ends. Fingering in public. Cream pie. Squirt. (And a shit ton of other stuff I forgot. It's just filthy okay. 🫶🏼

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First time writing Javi P and I'm still getting my groove back.. FEEDBACK APPRECIATED.

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The sun tingles on your skin, the echos of music in the distance, and groups of drunk spring breakers. You wanted to do a quick trip to Miami make some extra cash but it's all turned into a cliché you being here.

You yourself are a college student by day, journalist major , but something totally different by night.

When you booked this trip you didn't have in your brain it would be the same week as spring break instead it was entirely different.. Miami is the hot spot for drug trafficking in the states and a pipe line straight to Colombia.

journalism is hard , but journalism as a woman to cover politics and events going on around the world is entirely different.

Right now the big story is Pablo Escobar and the whole world of narcos.

A little birdie may or may not have told you some inside info on people being in town this week and you were here to see what you could find out for yourself.

After a quick tan, you headed back to the condo you rented for the weekend, gathered your things to switch into your alter ego for the evening.

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You show up to the club, it's in the not so safest area of downtown Miami but it's not your typical strip club. The inside dark, dimly lit by red lighting.. booths all black leather. Different stages throughout the building, hallways the lead to different rooms for different fantasies.

This was a gateway to pleasure, the gateway to live out your deepest secrets, fantasy's , and to just let go of reality and let someone else take charge.

For you this was a way to relive the stress college and work put on you, but it was also a way to gather information because even the strongest, richest deadliest people have fantasy's and typically you will find them lurking in a place like this where no one questions a god damn thing.

You got here early to scope things out, you've worked here before but it's been a few months and putting yourself in this position it's best to stay steps ahead.

You got ready for the evening , you started with a skin tight black latex mini dress with a cut out thong back. the straps with buckles clinging to the curves of your ass. black stiletto boots. Your long hair sleek down past your waist and dark red lips.

You made your rounds looking for customers as well as any familiar faces when you spotted a man at the bar.

tight pants, aviators on, sipping whiskey, talking to every woman the passes by.

Looks like you aren't the only one here to gather information. Javier Peña DEA agent. Your goal tonight was to avoid him, you wanted information just as badly as him if not worse.

You did a few dances, took some customers back to the poison of their choice but so far the birdie lied to you. You have not made any progress on gather information till now.

You walk back out and a whole section has been taken up, tequila bottles being brought, all woman scurrying over because they were the high rollers the ones that spend money.. but they were also associates of the cartel.

You bide your time, that's your specialty. You let the other girls who lean more submissive do their job, your job is to lure in the men or woman that for one night needs to be dominated. That needs to be out of control, needs to get away from reality and be put in another position another life where you dictate what goes on.

Finally one of them walk over to you, you recognize him. He's high up in the cartel, not under Escobar but he definitely has alot of knowledge. "So what's your poison." He looks you up and down. Hyper fixating on your boots, and the rope you have strapped to your garter on your thigh.

You reach into your clutch pulling out a collar with a leash attached to it.. "can mommy put this on you.?" Sí, he responds. Typically you're very good at blocking other things out around you to just focus on the moment with the customer but you notice a set of eyes your direction.

Javi is still surrounded by woman, but he looks bored, or maybe he is just evaluating the situation. whatever you didn't care, either way you just wanted him to stop staring and stay out of your way.

You pull the leash leading the man back to a secluded section. back here there are many things you can get into.

"Kneel"

you demanded as the man got on his knees.. "

"are you going to do what I ask.?"

You pull on the leash making the man wimper.. "sí.. " "sí who..?? Who am I.??"

He didn't answer so you pull the leash , and the man is now on all fours.

you smack the man with the tiny whip you have.. "YES WHO.." "mistress.. Sí mistress, tie me up." The man begging.

"You lack manners."

You hear footsteps coming your direction, but you're sure it's just another worker and a client. you were annoyed once you seen who.

Javi is now in the booth next to where you are. Sitting so he has eyes on you. Either this man is on to you, or the man you have on a leash.

"Because you were a bad boy mistress has to punish you. "Lay down." Man obeys. You caress his cheeks with the leather on your boots, toying with him..

"mistress is gonna step on you now, teach you manners as I am in charge. Next time you think to not call my name you will remember the weight and point of my boots onto your cheek.. the burning pleasure to be pinned to the ground looking up at my thighs begging to touch mistress but you can't."

You hear conversation in the background, javí just told the other girl to leave him because he was bored. But he stayed. Eyes locked in.

You step on the man's face, he cried in a rather contradictory moan, whether it was pain pleasure or both. You look away for a millisecond, Javi sitting legs open, swear you can see the bulge in his pants, smoking a cigarette watching you.

You look back to Javi, licking your lips caressing your own breast.. if he's gonna watch might as well make it worth it. Typically there is where you'd pry for information from customers but how can you do that with a fucking DEA agent right next to you.

Session ends, the man pays you. Invites you back to the house they have, it wasn't much information but it was something.

You clean up your props, and walk over to the bar they have back in this area. You have a brief conversation with the bartender, when the stool next to you becomes occupied.

"Whiskey neat, and whatever mistress is having." Javi smirks at you.

"Oh am I supposed to thank you now, does this work on all woman.?"

"Well considering you are big on manners, maybe you should thank me." Javi says with a sarcastic chuckle.

"And maybe you should see.. uh what's your name? That I demand the manners around here not you."

"I'm Javi, but I think you knew that already..."

"excuse me.?"

"You heard me honey.. who are you.?"

"I am no one you need to worry about, here for that same reasons you are."

"I doubt that baby."

If you doubt that, why don't you cuff me right here.?"

You lean into him. Your lips hovering above his ear.

"So the mistress, is a switch.?" Javi cocks his head.

"Let's just say, I adapt" you take the shot and leave Javi at the bar.

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The shift ends and you head out for the evening. you exchange your latex, for a pair of bell bottom jeans and a tight black top.

It's late and you are debating on stalking the address that was given to you. You would take anything, even if was the most un useful piece of information. you just wanted to feel that this trip was worth it.

Fumbling with the keys to unlock the condo door , you were startled by a man sitting in the chair outside the door.

"How-"

not saying a word javi stands up, grabbing your throat pulling you into a kiss. Instantly heated.

Nothing behind it besides lust and possibly a common enemy. You reach down and grip javis hard bulge not even being discreet making Javi let out a groan.

"You like that. I can see how har-"

javis hand covers your mouth. "how about you let me in control baby, Open this door so I can fuck you."

You obliged.

Door swings open. Javi pushing you backwards through the condo, leading you to the bedroom. stripping you of every article of clothing every step you took, till you were left in your lace lingerie.

"Jesus Christ." He groans. I need you.

"Then fucking take me."

Javi throws you to your back on to the bed. he doesn't even take your panties off, he rips them in two. He grabs your things pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Javi sheds his pants no underwear under. which was so slutty for a man. And that ignited your want for him more.

As much as you hated to admit it ,since you seen him tonight a part of you wanted this.

He is rock hard, and the biggest cock you have ever seen, and let's face it.. you've seen your fair share.

Javi could see the thoughts by your facial expression.

"What baby, my cock too big..? You dish it but can't take it.?"

"I said fucking take me Javier"

and that's all it took.

No foreplay. No building up for his cock. He lines up with your entrance and shoves the full length if his cock into you.

"Hmmm, were you thinking of this all night, I seen you watching me "Javi said

"Is that why this pussy is so fucking wet. Were you thinking of how big you thought my cock was while you stepped on that piece of shit."

Your body arches and you go to move and Javi pulls you back with another thrust.

"Don't fucking move "he snarls, tell me you won't move. "

"I won't move.."

"say I won't move papi, and I will take your cock like a good girl."

You smirk. He thinks he can pull this off. But he doesn't realize how good at this you are. Say it, he demands. Slamming your cunt over , and over and over.

"Papi ah fuck." You move again.

This is a game to you. This sent Javi overboard. He shoves your legs above your head pining you to the point you can't move even if you wanted too. At this point you can't say anything besides scream.

"Javi Javi fuck I'm gonna cum , please papi."

Javi still has you pinned, his pace hasn't changed just completely running you. Javi grazes over your clit with his thumb, and he had you exactly where he wanted you.

you have came to the conclusion this battle you lost. Damn was he good.

"You wanna cum , baby..?"

"Yes papi I do, please don't make me beg."

"What if that's what I want.? What if I want you to feel what it's like.?" "

"Then make me beg Javier"

you could see it in his eyes when you called him Javier and not Javi. that it did something.

Javi pulled his cock out of you, leaving you feeling completely empty, but his thumb stayed applying pressure to your clit, continuously edging you. He would get you right there and just stop. Javi did it again, looking at you straight in the eyes, as your eyes water begging for a release.

"Javier please, please fuck me, please make me cum, please give me all of your cock, I need it, papi pleas-"

Javi cuts you off by shoving his cock back in you. it took three thrusts for you to see black and be taken over by your orgasm. Javi didn't stop after you came.

"Hmmm so slutty begging for papi to make you cum, but you didn't think I was gonna stop after right..?"

You're unable to speak.

"I'm gonna ruin this tight little pussy, so when you think you're in control.. you remember this, you remember begging for my cock. "Javi is thrusting furiously.

"Mhmmm fuck it's so good baby I won't even lie. I'm close."

"Javier cum for me, wherever you want."

"Wherever "he grunts.

"Oh baby I'm gonna cum in this pussy I'm ruining you."

Javi has his release and he collapsed next to you.

"So you gonna tell me how you found me.?"

"Baby I work for the government it's not hard."

You pass out. when you wake up Javi is gone. All that remains of him is his tie he left.

•

6 months later

You ended up scoring an internship at a tabloid magazine It's a political based. You told the boss about your knowledge on the cartel and events in Miami connecting to Colombia. he told you that you have 3 months to come up with a story that would change the world. All the dirt. On the cartel. On the government. EVERYTHING. He booked you on the next flight out to Colombia.

•

•

It's been about a week since you have been here. You ran into a DEA agent yesterday. Steve .. you think that's his name. you ease dropped as steve and his wife had dinner. Siping on your wine, acting oblivious.

Dressed like any other woman alone in here. Then you heard the name ... Javier.

You got the bare minimum, Steve and Javi are partners. Trying to pay attention to the conversation you were interrupted by the ache between your thighs.

remembering that night you shared. That ever since nothing has even came close to what you had with Javi.

You wonder if he knows you are here, how easy it was last time for him to find you.. I mean you have been here for a week already.

Dinner was useless, you go back to your hotel, there's girls out working the corner and you think maybe you go that route. Befriend one of them, maybe get them to introduce you to their pimp, because everything that happens here leads to Escobar.

You gave up for the night. exhaustion sets in and jet lag. Just when you were about to sleep your phone rings.

"Hello"

"hey it's the office, boss said he got you a meeting at the U.S agency in the morning, some DEA agent is willing to speak."

Who you have a name.?"

"No that's all I know, just be there 8:30 am. "Okay got it thank you."

The next morning

You didn't sleep. You laid awake thinking of every possible scenario. Then back to how Javi had you pinned. then back to how the hell you are gonna pull this off.

You pulled on your skirt, button up blouse with your lace bra slightly peaking through.

You arrive to the agency about 10 mins early.

"Miss.."the receptionist says.. "they are ready for you."

"Great , thank you."

You walk back and they lead you to an office. They seat you at two desks pushed together.

"Morning, how are you.?" I'm Steve. He reaches out to shake your hand.

"Good morning, thank you for meeting with me. My boss said he spoke to you.?"

"Yes when I was In Miami I knew him pretty well, he reached out saying he had journalist over here undercover putting something together."

"That's great I really do appreciate it, I'm lowkey I'll stay out of your way, just anything you can tell me before other journalists know would be incredible. I'm really trying to make a name-" you feeeze.

Javi walks in.

"Oh by the way, this is my partner Javier pená. Javi this is a friend of a friend from Miami. "

"Miami.. "Javi trails off with a small chuckle.

"Oh yeah that's right jav, you went there a few months ago.. her boss said she has some inside information about what's going on there, that she was undercover."

"I know. "Javi replies.

You know.? Steve asks confused..

"Javi you didn't.. "

"we did.. hello Javier." You smirk.

•

You leave the embassy, it went well.. well as well as it could.

Steve and Javi seem like they will cooperate with you.

You go to the coffee shop across the street needing the pick me up. You choose to sit in the corner by the window so you can watch outside. But still be discreet.

Javier is outside smoking a cigarette. tight jeans, button up shirt, aviators on and that mustache you just wanna stratal but you won't.

You aren't giving in this time, this is strictly business. Lost in thought your startled by a chair being pulled out.

"What are you exactly doing here." Javi's tone very stern.

"I told you this morning."

"Why didn't you tell me in Miami.?" he questioned.

"Well we didn't exactly do alot of talking, and I just figured you put something together of who I was or you just didn't care... I didn't think I would ever see you again. Or I would even be here."

Javi stars at you, his hands linger under the table, as he touches your thighs moving it up under your skirt.

"No javier. I'm not messing this up, this is strictly business."

You let out a tiny whimper only you and him could hear in this crowded shop.

He continues stopping between your thighs grazing over your panties. Already becoming wet.

"You help me... I help you.." Javi whispers.

Javi moves your panties back sticking two fingers gently in.

"Javi we are in public. Ah-"

"shh baby. No one is paying attention. "

You couldn't believe what was going on. you of all people don't kink shame or judge any situation. But this is different.

He makes you completely submissive.

You are letting this man finger you in a coffee shop.

"Javier "you spoke his name with a light moan.

Finally snapping back to reality you grab his hand shoving it away.

"Goodbye Javier." You left not uttering another word.

•

A few days go by, it's been slow. News on the tv of another bombing, but this one was the most devastating.

Rumors of sending agents back to the states fly around.

You haven't heard too much from Javi, honestly you haven't heard from him at all besides what Steve tells you. one of the girls downstairs mentioned that a girl she knows gives Javi information, which you knew what that meant. oddly it made you so fucking jealous.

It's getting late In the evening and there is a knock at your door. You peep out the peep hole and who it is just infuriated you.

"What the fuck do you want Javier. Shouldn't you be with one of your informants."

You go to turn away from him and he grabs your arm pulling you back to him.

"I'm here aren't I. Javi looks at you with dark eyes.

"Why." You let him come in.

"Because I need something from you."

"You tried this the other day, Javi if you want sex there is tons of woman here, go do that I am busy.. "

javi comes behind you, breath hot on your ear.

"I could have any of them, but that's not what I want.. what I need.." his voice sounding desperate.

"Javi pussy is pussy... just go.."

Javi nibbles your neck leaving you whimpering.

"I need something.."

"Fine Javi, what is it.?"

"I need the mistress."

You turn around fast to look at him, not saying a word, you take off javis tie.

"Okay. Get naked. And don't fucking speak."

•

You strip. You have on a black silk lingerie set. Javi is now naked laying in the middle of the bed. You grabbed some things out of your bag, rope, and the tie Javi left in Miami.

"Are you missing this..?"

You trail it down his body, chest, to stomach to across his cock.

Javi reaches to touch your ass.

"did I tell you that you you'll touch me." You smack his hand.

" No", he replies. Breath shakey.

"No who.?"

"No mistress.."

"good boy,i have to punish you okay. You disobeyed me.

"Okay mistress."

"Good.. hand above your head."

You take javis hands, bound them together with one of his ties. You tie him to the mental bed frame.

"Do you know how many times, I've touched myself with your tie, wishing I could grind my pussy on you how I was on the tie does it feel good knowing you make me weak."

Javi groans.. hips bucking..

"This is really my punish-"

you smack him across the face.

"Once again did I say you could fucking speak.?"

Javis eyes dark, with need, for lust, for control.

"It's killing you isn't it, to be in the other end.. but this is why you asked for right.. tell me.."

"it is mistress.." Javi breathless, unable to speak more than that.

"good boy.."

you start kissing him. Working your way, down his jaw to his neck down his body, to the tip of his cock.

Javi groans.

"You utter a word.."

"or what.." Javi manages to speak.

you crawl up his body positioning his face between your thighs.

"Shut the fuck up and let me fuck your face, like I fucked your tie. My pussy is the only thing your mouth is good for."

You plop your self down on Javi pulling your panties aside meeting his warm hungry tongue, swirling over your clit, sucking licking flicking every sensitive spot like his life depends on it, which it kinda did.

you rock your hips, you both meeting a rhythm, when it took over you. Grinding on his mustache lost on the lust and the feeling of control.

He's addictive.

You feel your release building but you can't give in, you need to drag this out.

" I've thought about this all day, riding your mustache , coving it in my squirt."

Javi curses under his breath.

" I heard that."

He moans continues devoring your pussy. "Fuck Javier"

he groans again.

As you feel yourself leak all on him, you pull your self down to taste yourself on his mouth.. he's kissing you with such need, such want. You can still feel his body language that he craves being in control that he needs to let that go.

"Mistress.." Javi shakily says between kisses.

"You redeemed yourself, Javier.. but we aren't quite finished."

You move between his thighs, you grab his cock stroking it, twitching with every little move. It was so hard that it looked almost painful. You put his cock in your mouth no warning and the most animal like moan left this man's body. You bob your head up and down, shoving it in your throat as far as you can. Gagging on it covering him in your spit.

You gently squeeze on his balls and his whole body twitches.

"Javier you are holding out on me, fucking let go."

Javi groans. "Mistress, I need you. Please."

"Please what Javier"

"God damn it woman, I need you to fuck me I've had a shitty-"

You cock your head.

"And who is in fucking control.? I am. I'll fuck you when I want to fuck you.. you asked for this."

And that's when it hits you. You want to submit to him so bad and just make his day better, but maybe in a way he needs this as a lesson. You need to stay strong. Because as bad as he wants you to fuck him you want to fuck him more.

"You want me to fuck you huh..? Okay fine."

You climb on top of Javi, sliding his cock inside your wetness. You bounce up and down taking every single inch. your ass slapping against his thighs. You lean back to a slight arch to take him even deeper and to an angle that hits your clit slightly. Lost completely on riding him you were taken by completely surprise when a hand was now wrapped around your throat.

Javi has untied the bound. This man is insane.

"Javier" you moan.

Javi grips your throat tighter.

"You are a switch.. I knew it." He growls.

"Only for you..."

Javi reaches up cupping your cheek as you continue to ride him. His thumb brushes your lips and you gently suck on it. You feel yourself tighten around him.

"Fucking tight, clenching all around my cock."

"Javier.. fuck- oh my- "

"Say the words baby..."

You knew exactly the words he needed, wanted to hear.

"Fuck me Javier" "fuck me papi."

Javi growled picking you up. Flipping you on to your back. Not wasting anytime Javi pumped inside you, every thrust kissing your cervix.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. that attitude.. the whimpers when your pussy clinches on my cock. Months it's been on my mind." Javi grunts slamming his cock in and out.

"Javier- mhmmm-"

"That cock feels good doesn't it baby, you and I we are one and the same.. craving control but losing it at the same time."

Something about him slamming his cock in you but saying these things were pulling you to the edge, there is something here, something you don't know if either one of you would explore but for now this is what it was.

Javi looks down at you, his face inches from yours. You gave in to your intrusive thoughts, hands in his hair pulling him into your kiss. Javi gives in, moving one of your legs to wrap around him keeping him as close you you as possible, this kiss was different. Still hungry but in a different way.

"Javier I-" you let out a loud moan as Javi circles your clit sending you over the edge.

"I know baby-" Javi grunts and you feel him spill inside you.

Javi collapses on you, and you get Deja vu.

"Are you gonna leave me again." You ask

"I don't think I can this time. I don't think I can leave you ever again." Javi sighs.

"In what world Javier does this work.?"

"The world where we only submit to one another and that's this one."

[meazalykov]

bien joué

lea schuller x lyon!reader

you make it up to lea after kicking her team out of the champions league quarterfinal

you step off the train in munich, the early april breeze cool against your skin as you cradle a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers. they are lea’s favorite and rests in one arm of yours.

in your other hand, a perfectly made cappuccino, one packet of raw sugar stirred in just the way she likes it, warms your fingers.

the past week has been crazy to say the least. your club, aka lyon's, champions league quarterfinal win over bayern still echoes in your head.

your curling shot in the second leg had clinched it, a moment of celebration that felt bittersweet. lea had met you on the pitch afterward, her smile soft despite the defeat, her arms around you a quiet reassurance.

however, your guilt lingers.

she’s your love, your home, and knocking her team out stings, even if it’s just football.

you’ve got a rare weekend break, so you’d schemed this surprise in secret. lea thinks you’re still in lyon, probably texting you about what series to binge next with one of her own teammates.

instead, you’re here, navigating munich’s familiar streets toward her apartment, heart thrumming with anticipation.

your phone buzzes which is probably one of your lyon teammates like danielle or lindsey ribbing you for “defecting” to bayern territory for the weekend, but you ignore it.

today’s for lea.

outside her door, you pause, juggling the flowers and coffee to knock.

before your knuckles hit wood, the door flies open, revealing lena, mid-laugh, with lea's other friend rena. they're both leaning against the frame behind the door.

when they saw you, lena stop dead, eyes widening.

“oh, look at this,” lena says, grin wicked.

“y/n, crawling back to make amends to lea for that goal?”

“please,” you scoff, stepping inside as rena chuckles.

“i’m just here to remind lea what a good girlfriend looks like.”

rena raises a brow, smirking, “giving her gifts after knocking bayern out? that’s commitment and love actually.”

"shut up," you smirk.

your old essen teammate, lena, laughs at the teasing, "no, she's just glazing."

you’re about to fire back when lea’s voice cuts through from the living room.

“who’s glazing who?” she’s curled on the couch, a worn paperback in her hands, hair tucked into a messy bun. she looks up, and her face splits into a grin that makes your chest ache.

“y/n?”

she’s across the room in a heartbeat, throwing her arms around you.

you nearly drop the cappuccino but save it, laughing as she buries her face in your neck, her warmth grounding you.

“surprise,” you murmur, holding out the sunflowers and coffee.

“thought you might need a pick-me-up.”

she takes the cup, sniffing it with a delighted hum, then cradles the flowers like they’re treasure.

“you’re unreal,” she says, eyes soft, “how’d you even get here?”

“magic,” you tease, dropping your bag by the door.

lena snorts, flopping onto the couch.

“magic, my ass. she’s here to grovel for crushing us.”

“crushing’s a strong word, obi,” you say, sinking next to lea, who’s already sipping her cappuccino with a contented sigh.

“i just… played well.”

rena laughs, tossing a cushion at you.

“played well? you sent them packing! lea, tell your girl to stop being so smug.”

lea giggles leaning into your side, “she’s allowed to be a little smug. it’s cute.”

"not when she didn't get the rest of us something to drink either, simp." lena looks at the cappuccino placed in lea's hand with envy.

sometimes you've missed lena's bickering while the both of you played at essen. it was where you've met lea as well.

you roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile.

lena and rena keep up the teasing while calling you whipped, joking that you’re only here to “appease the bayern gods” but you don’t mind.

lea’s hand is warm in yours, her laughter brighter than the spring sun outside.

eventually, lena and rena head out, but not without one last jab about you “betraying” lyon’s honor for love.

“they’re ridiculous,” you mutter as the door shuts.

“they’re right, though,” lea says, nudging you.

“you’re spoiling me.”

“good,” you reply, kissing her temple.

“you deserve it.”

you’ve got plans for the day, a throwback to your essen days when life was simpler. you’d found a pottery painting studio nearby, the kind of place you and lea used to haunt when you were younger and falling in love.

when you tell her, her eyes light up like they did back then, and she’s already tugging you toward the door, barely giving you time to grab your jacket.

the studio smells of clay and paint, a cozy nook filled with mismatched tables and shelves of blank ceramics.

you pick a wide, shallow bowl to paint together, something she could actually use. lea grabs a pencil, sketching a goofy scene: you, mid-goal, with her in goal, dramatically “sobbing” as the ball sails past.

the drawing took about five minutes and it is not the most advanced artwork but you laugh, flicking paint at her.

“rude,” you say.

“i didn’t gloat that much.”

“you did a little,” she teases, smearing blue paint across your cheek in retaliation. you dot yellow on her nose, and soon you’re both giggling like kids, hands streaked with color.

the bowl becomes a chaotic masterpiece with her cartoon, your wonky attempt at sunflowers, random swirls where you’d fought over brushes.

“remember essen?” you ask, rinsing paint off your fingers.

“we’d spend hours making the ugliest shit here.”

“like that vase,” she says, laughing.

“god, it was so bad since it looked like a melted candle.”

“we loved it, though,” you say, and she nods, her smile softening.

“we loved a lot of things,” she murmurs, and your heart squeezes.

you lean over, kissing her gently, paint smudges and all.

after the studio, you head back to her apartment to clean up. she picks a sleek black shirt with matching trousers that hugs her just right, and you go for a nice black dress, catching the way her eyes linger when you step out of the bathroom.

“not bad,” she says, smirking, and you pull her close, whispering, “you’re better.”

dinner’s at a rooftop bavarian restaurant, all twinkling lights and city views. you’d reserved a corner table, private enough for just you two.

you order her favorites which is grilled sea bass, truffle risotto, a bottle of crisp white wine and insist on dessert, even when she claims she’s stuffed towards the end.

lea hand stays in yours, her thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin as you talk about everything and nothing: lyon’s next match against PSG, something funny that happened with her and syd during training, and the stray cat she’s been feeding outside her building that is considering to adopt.

over dinner the conversation drifts to the champions league. lea’s voice is light, unguarded.

“you know i wasn’t mad, right? about the game. it’s just football. you were amazing out there.”

you nod squeezing her hand, “i know. but i still felt bad. you’re my person, lea. scoring on you feels… wrong.”

she laughs, the sound bright and warm.

“you’re too cute but don’t worry... bayern’s gonna come for lyon someday. we’ll get you back.”

you grin, leaning back in your chair.

“whatever you want to believe, lea. whatever you want to believe.”

she sticks out her tongue, and you laugh, the guilt finally dissolving. the night stretches on, all easy smiles and shared glances. you walk back to her apartment under a sky dusted with stars, her hand swinging in yours. back inside, you kick off your shoes, sprawling on her couch, her head on your chest as you trace patterns on her arm.

“today was perfect,” she murmurs, sleepy.

“you’re perfect,” you reply, and she snorts, poking your side.

“corny.”

“only for you,” you say, and you mean it.

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📍Paris | [🎶Booyakasha - Booska-P, JRK 19🎶]

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Winnie.Baby1 Slide 4 is so 🥺🥺🥺 also you look hot af, obviously User90 Jude had 1 goal and 1 assist and still found time to be a boyfriend and an uncle. Generational. JudeBellingham Whoever took that first photo must be very funny… ↳Y/N.xx “Very” would be generous… ↳JudeBellingham how about sexy? ↳Y/N.xx “very” would be an understatement 😉 User90 Wait… did I miss a chapter whose baby is that??? louisvuitton A certain couple has finally arrived… parfait, bien sûr 🖤 User81 Jude went from dribbling past defenders to getting soft-launched with a LV filter 💀 TobyBishay At what point do we stop calling these soft launches? User888 I’ve never seen better looking people in my life User61 Paris suits you. So does he 😏 User14 NOT HER HOLDING THE BABY. I REPEAT. SHE HAS THE BABY. Aurelientchm T’as oublié ton gars ou quoi? 👀 User45 imagine being this photogenic. couldn’t be me 🙄 User111 PFW? Forget the shows! You posted a full memoir and we’re eating it UP Trentarnold66 10th slide looks familiar 👀 that my baby? User2323 I spy with my little eye… two people who think we’re not watching 👁️👁️ User09 Got @/judebellingham cheesin like that in 4k lmao 😭 WhitneySmith Teddy’s fave auntie. certified. no arguments. And that’s between us 👼 ↳Winnie.Baby1 So am I supposed to ignore this? Footybanter TAA & JB5 pulling up like the LV boyfriends of the year 🤝 User09 not Jude making an appearance 😭 We get it. Stop rubbing it in. User66 this is giving… betrayal. my roman empire is crumbling in real time 💔 User89 IS THIS HAPPENING?? 😭😭😭 Jobebellingham Soft-launch speed: Olympic. Evidence level: undeniable. User823 you win. no warnings. just devastation 🥲 User8492 don’t mind me sobbing over the fact this entire post smells like black coffee, designer perfume, and love User1515 This is giving Louis Vuitton campaign couple by next spring. ↳User67 OMFG I’ll scream ↳Louisvuitton @/judebellingham @/Y/N.xx 👀👀👀

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📍Paris | [🎶L's - Nemzzz🎶]

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Winnie.Baby1 Soft launch? Nah this is a tell-all 😭 He’s giving fashion WEEK boyfriend!! ↳User45 Excuse me?!?! Boyfriend?!!?! 😳 User40 jude soft-launching y/n like we’re not all painfully aware 💀 User611 not him posting a pic that screams: “we’d make such a cute family wouldn’t we” 😭😭😭 ↳User55 FR that’s not just any girl holding a baby… that’s his girl holding their practice baby ↳User_11 someone go check his Pinterest board rn Y/N.xx just call me your accessory next time 💅 ↳Judebellingham What about sumthing else? User9294 I love how his entire vibe has changed since dating y/n. like?? glowed up, softened, flourished User777 Who’s cutie little hands are those 🥺🥺🥺 K.mbappe l’amour. c’est ça. Userr09 Carrying her shoes 😭😭😭😭 Louisvuitton Notre garçon 🤝 User72 Jude went from breaking midfield lines to breaking our hearts 😭 Trentarnold66 Can I have my baby back? ↳WhitneySmith Our** User49 He posted her with a baby. it's real. it’s happening. i’m hyperventilating. ↳User93 it's the way he zoomed in on her with Teddy like that was his baby too… help TobyBishay why does this feel like a couple’s shared custody post? i’m uncomfortable… User000 is jude bellingham in his boyfriend era?? am i seeing this right? Jobebellingham Softest man on earth. Also who’s in slide 4 👀 User17 It’s always the ones you think you have time for 😩 User90 you’re giving “next one’s ours” energy and I need you to STOP Gqstyleeditor Bellingham might’ve just cemented his place as the future of fashion-forward football User22_ This is basically a relationship announcement but ok carry on 😭 Aurelientchm Très française… et très suspect 😏 User91 He really had to remind us he’s the best dressed and taken huh 🫠 User03 uncle jude & daddy trent in one post?? the internet’s not gonna make it. Camavinga In France….Même pas un p’tit coup de fil ? T’es froid. User86 I’m happy for them but I’m going to walk into the sea

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📍Paris | [🎶Very Few Friends - Saint Levant🎶]

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Y/N.xx No New Friends 🔒🔒🔒 ↳WhitneySmith Forever 🔐 ↳User50 I wouldn’t want new friends either tbf ↳User888 Guess that works when your boyfriends are also dating… ↳User50 💀💀💀 User926 my heart’s not built for this content 🥹 Winnie.Baby1 Feeling mildly left out…. ↳Y/N.xx Miss you bae User67 My god this child is living my dream life 😭😭 Tobybishay my bro walking the Seine like he’s the main character…. User09 that birkin pic is ACTUALLY art. frame it. louvre it. Jobebellingham ngl Teddy got more drip than all of us User45 Whitney in that hotel bed?? Wow. ↳User56 Congratulations to Trent lol DeniseBellingham2 Your baby girl is glowing and so are you! User101 A radiant maman ✨ VogueFrance How do we get invited to spend PFW with this friend group? ↳Y/N.xx Toi, t’as pas besoin d’invit’ User09 Y/N and Whitney kissing Teddy’s cheeks like she’s a baby angel they were sent to protect 😭😭 Louis98 La vraie star ici c’est Teddy 💫 User100 Teddy girl already on her third passport stamp and first luxury jet 😭 Judebellingham The best-dressed fam in Paris, don’t @ me 🤷‍♂️ User788 no bc trent walking along the Seine alone like he's carrying the weight of fatherhood and fashion week on his shoulders ↳Y/N.xx more like the stress of Whitney saying we’re late 😬 ↳Judebellingham Sorry Trentski. My bad bro 😅 ↳WhitneySmith The invitation has a time for a reason 😵‍💫 User81 It’s giving Dior diaper bag, room service bottles, and bedtime stories told in French ✨ Trentarnold66 Did we approve the soft launch in slide 5? Asking for a friend. ↳Y/N.xx You have a baby with her… the soft launch is over 🙄

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📍Paris | [🎶Circadian Rhythm - Drake🎶]

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User40 he may be running on fumes but the fit? never tired ↳User582 he's on 3 hours a night and still turning up… I’m tired. TobyBishay: Slide1: Louis V Slide 2: Dior. Slide 3: drama. WhitneySmith Teddy is the only girl I’d share you with tbf 🧸 ↳Trentarnold66 only one I’d want to be shared with xx User71 More posts with Jude than his own daughter lol… Y/N.xx Don’t let that AP distract you from the fact Ted has Dior on 😭 User40 Y’all really made baby content the new fashion accessory 🍼x 👜 User111 He really posted her love note. He’s worse than Jude Jobebellingham My bro out here being Fashion Dad of the Year™️ ↳Y/N.xx Everyone say thank you to Whit for making him “fashion” dad of the year lol User000 This post smells like Tom Ford, warm baby lotion, and generational romance 🧸 Footballerfits Braids. Baby. Birkins. Bellinghams. It’s giving range bro. User19X Y/N ON JUDE’S BACK??? SLIDE 3??? EXCUSE ME SIR ↳User60 Lets talk about it?!?! ↳User85 that slide is what happens when the group chat forgets to coordinate the launch rollout 😭 Winnie.Baby1 not the softest girl dad energy wrapped in the iciest wrist game 🥺 + 😮‍💨 User101 no but this is actually the cutest triangle of family vibes i’ve ever seen 😭😭😭 User865 Teddy in Paris??? Baby girl is collecting stamps before her teeth 🕊💌 User01 Trent and Jude in their DILF eras. The world wasn’t ready. Judebellingham Broski 🤝 ↳Judebellingham more pics of my little bestie next time tho…. User4820 Pic of him and Jude is actually peak bromance. I feel bad for the girls icl User1773 I can’t figure out how serious any of these couples are… ↳User60 No FR… They’re messing about. A baby with no ring? Soft launches with no title? ↳User1773 I’d scream. Girlies stand up.

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[🎶Snooze - SZA🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others Judebellingham main one, riding 🪽 view all 3,521 comments…

User40 OMFG it’s happening! Everyone stay calm! It’s happening! WhitneySmith we love love (and public PDA) User611 I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. Delete this. User102 You mean to tell me I’ve been decoding location tags for MONTHS and now it’s just out like this ??? parisstreetsightings I SAW THEM THAT NIGHT AND NOBODY BELIEVED ME Trentarnold66 bro dropped the Champions League of soft launches User58_3 this is worse than the Champions League final for me personally Winnie.Baby1 @/Y/N.xx hiding in these pics for what? ↳WhitneySmith Oh no! His millions of followers might see mee 😭😭😭 ↳Y/N.xx Please shut up User990 he went from soft launch to holding hands in public with intention real quick User22 she’s beautiful I can’t even hate properly 🫠 User764_2 THE HANDS AROUND HIM??? she’s CLAIMING HIM. Aurelientchm Wah… j’suis choqué là. ↳K.mbappe Incroyable, vraiment 😂😂😂 User17 and the green Goyard makes its final appearance 😭😭😭 TobyBishay bet you wouldn’t post that chess pic if they knew you lost mate 😭 ↳Judebellingham low it mate 🤫 User804 I just know he be texting her “u up?” from the England camp User288_1 Jude Bellingham got a girlfriend and now my team's losing. Coincidence??? Louis98 C’est mort pour toi maintenant 😌 elle va te mener à la baguette ↳Y/N.xx Rude???? User44 from blurry shadows to HANDS IN PUBLIC we’ve come so far 😭 4amteapage I need to their see all their photos. For research ofc. Camavinga Enfin bordel !!! Now I can stop pretending I don’t know things. User700 she won. game, set, match. jobebellingham Am i supposed to comment like I’m just finding out? LMK. User91_7 I’ve been laughing through the pain for 20 mins now

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📍France | [🎶Snooze - SZA🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Only you. view all 1,013 comments…

Louis98 Oh là là… quelle surprise! Does this mean I get match day tickets? ↳Judebellingham I’ll hook you up, fréro 🤝 User102 THE WAY HE’S HOLDING HER IN PARIS… I’m not okay User58_3 This woman said hard launch but make it FATAL Winnie.Baby YUPPPPPPP. You are obnoxiously hot in love 😮‍💨 User73 She really finessed the softest man in football. Legends only User990 the "only you" handwriting??? oh we're done for User17 she really said my man, my sunglasses, my city, our game Trentarnold66 he’s done for and we like it that way ↳Judebellingham Gonna keep it that way G 🤝 ↳User288_1 Oh Jude is TROLLING trolling this comment section User804 she’s laying like someone in love. I don’t care User700 the hand on the small of her back… yeah. we lost. 4amteapage he wears her sunglasses and she drives him around. I’m going to combust Camavinga Il manque juste la clope et la pluie ↳Aurelientchm Comme dans un film français 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx Are you two going to chat under all my posts??? User505 not her drinking wine with the caption “only you” as if we could all keep scrolling normally after this??? User7_1 heels in the street??? in love in paris?? she’s living my dream User59 I feel sick. Is he holding her like that on my internet??? Jobebellingham Could do better… just saying 🤷‍♂️ ↳Louis98 Unlikely ↳Y/N.xx close to blocked Lou…

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📍England | [🎶Home - Knucks🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham Back home view all 3,103 comments…

User09 No. No. No. don’t play with me rn. Trentarnold66 man like uncle jude User45 Oh that’s his wife now… WhitneySmith Ted’s obsessed with Judey 🧸 Thanks for the cuddles (and the hangover for me). User000 La Liga player of the year turned babysitter 😭 Ma7ell 😭😭 family fr. ↳Judebellingham Broski 🤝 User19 nah but tell us if she’s the reason you’ve been moving like Zidane lately. User666 So you’re soft now huh. ↳User131 if he's soft it's cause he's in love and I love that for him. Jobebellingham Still don’t trust you to hold a baby for longer than 4 minutes. User60 the baby. the coffee. the record store. the soft smile. WE’RE DONE FOR. TobyBishay Uncle of the year? I’ll allow it. User991 Do you know it’s not your baby or no? ↳User71 FR like that’s not your kid…. Footballerfits Lads, let's keep these girls the fits are heating up ↳Y/N.xx 👀 User10 it’s always a wrap when they start posting children 😭😭 Aurelientchm … but she is from Paris? ↳Louis98 man will do anything… take our food, our girls, our cities… but still can’t take the World Cup 🫢🇫🇷 ↳Judebellingham: You’re still thinking about 2018? Bro I was in school 💀 ↳Aurelientchm And you’ll still be thinking about 2022 when you’re 80 😏 ↳Louis98 Just say merci and go home, mon roi d’Angleterre 👑🇬🇧 ↳Y/N.xx Mon dieu 💀💀💀 User80 One visit home to see his best mate’s baby and man’s gone full dad mode. Camavinga Form’s been elite since you started seeing a French girl. Coincidence? 🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷 ↳Louis98 @/aurelientchm do we go again? ↳Aurelientchm trop facile, pff. User77_ He’s got that “my girl’s watching” first touch now.

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📍England | [🎶Understand - Omah Lay🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx With my favorites view all 1,042 comments…

WhitneySmith Auntie duties fully unlocked 💗 Teddy girl and I love you so much User50 Not her tiny sambas dangling from the trolly 😭😭 User22 Jude went from “I’m private” to getting kissed mid-nap on main. we lost the war girls 💔 User917 Slide 10 just sent me into cardiac arrest ↳User4_ I wasn’t ready ↳User8X1 THAT KISS OMFG Jobebellingham Pretty sure that little car is for age 4 and under… User10 Y/N posted a jet, Jude in Selfridges, AND a toddler in sambas. That’s the holy trinity of soft-launch supremacy. User10 I’m not even mad. She’s stunning. The baby sambas. The miu miu. The toy car. She’s got us in a CHOKEHOLD. User50 Bro she posted the nap cheek kiss… it’s over for us. Trentarnold66 Is that the food that I was promised but never got? 👀 ↳WhitneySmith We were hungryyyy 🫣🫣🫣 Sorry baby User663 Jude went to international duty, got soft-launched, hard-launched, jet-launched. He’s FINISHED 😂💀 Footballerfits Plot twist: she’s been running England AND the Selfridges menswear floor all along. User99 no because that is Jude Bellingham SLEEPING while being kissed… how do i go on now Judebellingam Can’t lie… I peaked in slide 2 😴😘 User888 YOU + THE BABY = EMOTIONAL DAMAGE User01 she’s a natural 😭😭😭😭 User277 the matching posts in Eng visiting TAA’s fam…. WHATEVER THIS IS, I’M IN. TobyBishay Wait so who’s babysitting who in slide 5? 👀 User421 Tbh I didn’t cry, throw my phone, or scream. I did all three at once. UserA1 best energy. best girl. soft life queen.

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📍Home | [🎶Crush - AJ Tracey ft. Jorja Smith🎶]

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Trentarnold66 you just gonna raise my daughter now? 😐 User809 posting THE baby… THE girlfriend… THE flowers… THE gym… THE bags??? i’m in ruins User40 Does he think that Trent and him had that baby… I’m so confused. Like sir, that little girl is not yours…. ↳WhitneySmith difficult conversations need to be had @/trentarnold66 @/judebellingham ↳Judebellingham Ted doesn’t want those conversations. Judey’s staying sorry. User501X This post is giving: ‘My girl, my niece, my gym routine’ and honestly I’m not mad User78 Nah he’s gone. GONE. Slide 2 made me tear up and I don’t even know that baby. TobyBishay "Uncle" of the year, sure… TAA's kid's calling you Daddy by next post User611 Not you cosplaying dad 💀💀💀 User56 Idc what you bench bro, that baby girl owns you now 😂 JobeBellingham I’m in the first slide and I’m being eclipsed by Teddy-mania in these comments gd. ↳trentarnold66 when your big your big. Sorry lad. User71 Teddy blink twice if that’s not your actual dad pls 🧸😭 User34 Game’s completely gone. Get him back on the pitch. ↳UserF1 hate the off season bro, they all go so soft User87 Why is he the father figure I never had and the boyfriend I’ll never get 😭 Camavinga Même plus il traîne, il est collé à sa go 💔💔💔 ↳Aurelientchm Wsh il est love le gars 😭 ↳Louis98 T’as croqué fort wAllah 😪 ↳Judebellingham @/instagram can I block an entire country? User40 Bode shorts? Loewe tee? Thank god for Y/N…. Y/N.xx Cute, baby 🍓 ↳User6S Cute? I’m going to spiral… This man is in so deep and she calling him cute? ↳Y/N.xx He's very gorgeous to me!!! User5A1 I am deeply unwell. y/n has this man doing cardio, cooking, AND cuddling a baby User766 slide 5 is the softest thing I’ve ever seen. he's SO gone for her it’s disgusting Winnie.Baby1 This isn’t a photo dump this a ✨family album✨ User000 Not the breakfast in bed. Not the shopping bags. Not the solo pic of just her. Not the stealing someone eles’s baby. You are NOT slick, Jude Bellingham. Footballerfits Don’t be shy bro… drop the selfridge haul.

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📍ENG | [🎶Kat Slater - Tim Duzit🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Home office, so my opps hate us... view all 293 comments…

Judebellingham You post like I don’t want to keep you here forever 🫣 ↳ User5_09 “forever” sir this is a HARD LAUNCH not a comment ↳User12 not jude bellingham commenting like a man in LOVE 😭🫣 someone hold me ↳User81 what do you MEAN “keep you?” WHERE IS THE REST OF THIS FANFICTION User15 this trip is making me believe in love again and that’s honestly offensive User78 i just know Jude’s out here calling you “my girl” every five seconds 😭 ↳User5000 no,1000% calls her angel Jobebellingham: That J is for Jobé right? 😇 ↳Y/N.xx and here I thought the J necklace wasn’t obvious enough User65 we lost him girls… it’s giving soulmate era 😭 Maman103 You look happy ma chérie (Your dad and I want a call this week x) ↳Louis98 Can text her next time xx User76 idk who this girl is but she’s got Belligol IN A CHOKEHOLD Winnie.Baby1 You’re too pretty for England. Come home. ↳WhitneySmith No. Stay forever pls <3 ↳Winnie.Baby1 No seriously come home. Also… are those my trainers Whit??? User193 He took her home. That's a man in love. We see you, Y/N. User5A0 Was anyone else like 85% certain she was American? I’m lost… ↳User3 Pretty sure she is... User60 NOT THE SOFT LAUNCH PART 23947 WhitneySmith You forgot “stole my child for emotional support” (I miss you already, J necklace, matcha matchdays and all) User89 do you girls come with a manual or what??? like how did you even get him?? ↳User61 I think her and @/WhitneySmith should come out with a tutorial for the girls. ↳User7o2 They’re doing double dates and matcha runs in between mans games can’t even get a text back User11 NO BECAUSE THIS IS ACTUAL BOYFRIEND BEHAVIOUR I’M GONNA SCREAM 😭😭😭😭 Louis98 Ah ouais… l’Angleterre, quel rêve hein 😂😂😂 ↳WhitneySmith Honestly, who hasn’t dreamed of a holiday in the northwest???

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Love in Verses (I)

Chapter 1 : ‘And that orange, it made me so happy, as ordinary things often do just lately’

Hi, everyone!!! I’m so glad to finally start posting this series! I know I’ve been talking about it for a while, and I thank all of you for being interested and even excited about it! I hope you won’t be disappointed!

The first chapters will set the plot into motion, of course, we need to get the story going!

I hope you like this series! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3502

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

The Orange

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange— The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I’m glad I exist.

Wendy Cope, The Orange and Other Poems, 2023

There was sunshine upon the Liffey that morning. A scent of new beginnings in the air, a whisk of excitement in the breeze.

You took a deep breath before entering the college grounds. This was what you had worked so hard for, for so long…

You were finally working in a university, you were a researcher, you would be teaching to younger generations about your passion. And every time you thought about that truth, that new reality, your heart made a happy jump, and a grin formed on your lips.

You were there. At long last. You had a teaching position, you had money for your research, and you had this at Trinity College, no less.

For now, there were no students, the grounds were empty, filled with nothing but old stones, bending trees and sunlight. The year had not begun yet, it was still the early days of August, filled with warm weather, summer storms and a tinge of sun here and there. It seemed that your first day was one of those sunny, warm days that felt too much like vacation time to work. A good omen, if you had ever seen one. A good omen for your life that seemed to fall perfectly into place these days. Professionally, you were achieving your goal today, with this position in the best university in Ireland. Your family was proud, and so were you. And on a personal point of view, you were engaged, to be married to a successful man. You glimpsed at the diamond on your finger. You didn’t have a date for the wedding yet, but you were aiming for spring of the coming year. Frank had proposed during the summer, while you were on a trip for your vacation in Wales. You smiled at the memory. You were lucky this year, your life was perfect, or at least, successful. You were ticking all the right boxes. What else could you ask for?

You walked between the still frames of Edmund Burke and Oliver Goldsmith, stepping finally on the grounds of Trinity College. And you took a deep breath as you stepped into the entrance hall, crossing the building to reach the first courtyard hidden inside. You gathered your thoughts, tried to slow down your beating heart that was pounding with nerves and excitement.

You were to meet one of the fellows of your department, Professor O’Connell. You had never met the woman, but she seemed kind enough on the phone, if strict in her tone. You checked your watch, but you were still seven minutes early. At least, you would not make a bad first impression because you were late…

You hurried under the archway at the centre of the yard, glancing at the forbidden green grass on both sides, and the tall buildings that surrounded it. You tried to calm yourself, thinking that you were an assistant professor already, even if this was your first stable job, that you knew what you were doing, that the papers you had already published were proof of your academic success and your worth as a researcher. You could do this. You could do this…

You walked towards the English department with hesitant steps, trying to follow directions on the various signs scattered across the grounds. A fifty-something woman waved at you from afar though, she seemed to be waiting in front of a building. You smiled, hurried towards her, hoping that you were not mistaken and that she was, indeed, the woman you were looking for…

“Y/N Y/L/N?” she asked, and you nodded your head with a grin.

“Yes! Professor O’Connell, I assume?” you answered, offering her your open hand, which she took with a smile.

“Oh, Lydia is more than enough. How are you?”

“Grand… grand…”

“Welcome to Trinity, I guess. I’ll guide you for a quick visit of our building, and then leave you in the competent hands of our HR department for you to sign off some paperwork. Come on, I’ll show you around.”

She guided you across the large stone building in which you would be working from now on. You easily got lost in the maze of corridors, staircases and halls you were crossing. Still, she showed you the cafeteria in which you were introduced to a few of your new colleagues, some of the classrooms, and finally she guided you to the HR, where a middle-aged woman gave you some paperwork to sign.

Lydia was waiting outside, ready to guide you to your office. A new maze of corridors opened before your feet, but you said nothing, figured that you would eventually get used to it. You took a turn to the right to another corridor, headed straight for the door a few steps ahead. Wooden, with two plaques fixed on its surface.

Dr. Andrew Hozier-Byrne

Dr. Y/N Y/LN

Your heart skipped a few beats at the sight of your name there, engraved in copper.

“You’ll be sharing your office with another of our assistant professors,” Lydia explained. “Andrew arrived last year, he’s working mostly on 20th century literature… but I’ll let him talk your ears off about his research.”

She knocked, didn’t wait for a response before opening the door.

The office was tiny, to say the least, but it was enough for the two desks and chairs set there, a wardrobe and a few shelves. There was a poster of Johnny Cash on one of the empty spots on the white walls, and a large window facing the door, behind one of the desks. The other desk was set on the left-side of the room, a tinier window behind it.

A man was sitting in the chair behind the desk in front of the larger window, and he looked up as the door opened and Lydia walked in, you following close behind.

“Good morning, Andrew,” Lydia greeted her colleague with a smile. “This is Y/N, our new assistant professor, who’s going to share your office this year.”

Andrew’s eyebrows arched slightly, although he still gave you a warm but shy smile, standing in a hurry. You couldn’t help your surprise as he stood up, towering you with an intimidating height. He seemed to have long hair, that he had tied in a bun. You studied his features, something kind and gentle made his hazel eyes shine, a short beard coloured his cheeks. He readjusted his glasses, as he quickly stepped around his desk. He was wearing a black turtleneck and dark jeans, there was a brown jacket thrown on the back of his chair.

You looked up at him as his smile widened just a little, still polite but with an extra-touch of kindness now. His body was intimidating though, and the fact that he was handsome wasn’t helping. He bent to avoid the lamp that was hanging from the ceiling.

“Of course! Erm… hi, nice to meet you,” he greeted you, offering you his open palm, avoiding eye-contact. You weren’t expecting how soft his voice was, how quiet his tone sounded. If his height gave something intimidating to his appearance, his voice countered that feeling, and you immediately felt more at ease.

“Hi! It’s very nice to meet you too, Andrew!”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to settle,” said Lydia, addressing you. “My office is down the corridor, if you need anything. But I’m sure Andrew can help you with the rest. The HR gave you everything you needed to access a computer?”

“Yes, I’ve got everything.”

“Good. Settle this morning, we’ll have a talk about your research this afternoon. The meeting for the upcoming year and classes is set later this week, you’ll get all the information you need for your teaching then.”

“Alright, thank you so much.”

She gave you a bright smile, before walking out of the room.

You were left alone with Andrew, who gave you another shy smile, rubbing at his palms.

“Erm… right… obviously, there is a large selection of desks you can choose from in this room,” he joked, his tone still stern, and you noticed how he was biting the inside of his cheek.

But you laughed good-heartedly at his joke, and he raised his eyebrows at your reaction.

“Hmm… I guess I’ll take this beauty over there,” you said, dropping your bag on your desk.

“Good choice,” he nodded, fleeing your gaze again. “Erm… I’ve emptied a couple of shelves over there for you too, and made some room in the wardrobe as well.”

“Thank you,” you smiled up at him and caught his eyes again, noticed their pretty hazel shade.

You turned on your computer, looked through your papers for the password that had been given to you so you could log in.

“So… what’s your research about?” he asked, a little awkward, shifting his weight while burying his hands in his pockets.

You noticed how he was bending his head and shoulders a little, as if to look smaller than he was.

“I work on feminism and the use of the female gaze in literature, as opposed to the male gaze.”

He raised an eyebrow, and you noticed how his gaze lit up with interest.

“Oh… that’s so interesting!”

You were surprised by the earnestness in his tone. The academic world was a particularly misogynistic one, after all. Most men in your field were enemies rather than allies.

“Yeah… I… I think so too,” you smiled, cursing yourself for your naïve answer. “I mean… If I chose to work on that, it means that I’m interested in it, but…”

He chuckled, the sound as quiet as his voice. You were still surprised by it, by the contrast it offered to his intimidating stature.

“Totally, yeah…”

“What about you?”

“20th century literature… mostly modernism and contemporary poetry. So… Lots of Joyce, Woolfe, Heaney and the likes.”

“Nice! That sounds interesting.”

“I mean… I teach a lot about modernism, but my research is more focused on poetry, especially poets who are currently writing.”

“That’s pretty rare, to have scholars studying contemporary art, instead of… dead people.”

You both chuckled at that.

“Yeah… but I… I mean… I value a lot the political weight of art, so… I find it more interesting to study something that talks about our current problems, rather than the problems from… four centuries ago or something...”

“Can’t argue with that,” you nodded.

You exchanged a smile, noticed that Andrew was relaxing as well by now.

“Erm… I’ll let you settle down, but… tell me if you need anything. Oh, and…”

Andrew nodded towards an empty frame tugged away against the wall, in a corner of the room.

“There’s an empty spot on the wall, feel free to hang something you like in it. As long as it’s decent enough.”

“Oh… I will refrain from a poster of my naked celebrity crush then,” you joked, making Andrew laugh again.

“Please, refrain. Although, I will accept your latest pagan ritual to summon Chtulhu or something…”

He tensed again, bit the inside of his cheek, as if he regretted his joke, but you laughed, and he seemed a little surprised by it.

“Dully noted… so, I can bring my pentagrams at work?”

His smile widened.

“Feel free to do so. I can produce the goat for the sacrificial ritual, if you need.”

You chuckled again, and Andrew bent his head, but you noticed the way his shoulders relaxed.

“Right, sorry for the weird humour,” he apologised anyway, and walked back to his desk. “Tell me if you need help with anything. I have a couple of things to take care of, but I can show you around if you need.”

“Okay, thank you! Yeah, that would be grand! And no need to apologise, I have a rather dark humour too.”

You exchanged a smile, before both of you would focus on your computers. You managed to log into almost everything, started to create documents and files for your research, downloaded a few articles that you needed to read this week.

It was almost noon when Andrew looked up from his screen again.

“Erm… is everything alright for you?” asked Andrew, his voice still as quiet.

“Yeah… erm… I just can’t log into something.”

Andrew stood up, bent to avoid the lamp again.

“Can I take a look?” he asked softly, and he walked around your desk when you nodded.

He helped you log into the software you needed, showed you a couple of things that you would need to use often.

“Would you like to get lunch?” he asked you with a timid smile.

You answered with a bright smile.

“Yeah, sure!”

“Did you bring some food?”

“Erm… no…”

“That’s fine, no worries,” he chuckled at your sudden hesitation. “We have a cafeteria in our building, for the staff. But it’s more suited for a coffee break than anything else. You can’t buy food there, except for a few snacks from a vending machine. There’s an electric kettle, a coffee machine… there’s a microwave and fridge too, if you… like… want to bring your own food. But nothing to make proper food. We can go to the cafeteria on the campus, though.”

“Okay, that would be nice! Are you waiting for anyone else for lunch?”

But Andrew shook his head.

“Most people in the department are gone to a conference in Cork for three days,” he explained.

“How come you didn’t go?”

But Andrew merely shrugged.

“I wasn’t invited to be a speaker, and to be honest, it was mostly about subjects I’m not particularly interested in. Besides, someone had to stay behind to keep the new lecturer company,” he smiled with a tinge of mischief, and you liked the sight.

He waited for you to gather your things, and you walked together out of the building. Andrew showed you around the campus a little bit, mainly the library and a couple of buildings where you could be asked to teach. You followed him to the cafeteria as well.

“Do you eat here often?” you asked, as you took a look at the food that was available that day.

“When I can. It’s not bad. But students come here too, so you should come only if you can avoid the worst of the crowd. As this year hasn’t started yet, we’re in the clear for a few more weeks.”

You ordered a sandwich, while Andrew bought a salad, and you walked together to one of the many empty tables.

“Lydia told me it was your first job as a professor?” asked Andrew, before sipping on a glass of water.

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve obviously been teaching and working in research for a while, but it’s my first year since I got that title,” you answered with a smile.

“Have you talked about your classes with Lydia yet?”

“No, not too much. I should be able to create a couple of lectures based on my research, but for the more… general stuff, nothing.”

Andrew nodded.

“Yeah, you might inherit some of the classes no one really wants to do, as you’re the newbie.”

“Did it happen that way for you?”

Andrew nodded again, but shrugged right after, swallowing a mouthful of salad.

“I mean, you’ll stay in something you’re used to, don’t worry. But a lot of people are holding the classes they enjoy teaching. You’ll have a limited choice in your field.”

“Any class that you’re hoping to drop?”

“One of them is bound to religion and religious references. I should be able to pass it to someone else this year. We’re exchanging. I’ll get a class on Yeats instead, which is much more in my area of expertise… and interests.”

“Not a religious guy, are you?”

He chuckled.

“Not really, no.”

He didn’t elaborate on the subject, and you didn’t want to push him, happy enough that your colleague and office-roommate was talking to you and acting with benevolence.

“Where did you teach before Trinity?” you asked instead, changing subject.

“Cork for a while, but my partner works in Dublin so I really wanted to move back on the west coast. And then I had the opportunity to come to Trinity last year, when I got the rank of assistant professor, so I didn’t really hesitate. What about you?”

“I taught for a while in Belfast, and they offered me a job when I became assistant professor. But I really wanted to teach at Trinity, so I applied and… got the job! My fiancé is working about halfway between Belfast and Dublin anyway, so it didn’t change much on his side.”

Andrew nodded.

“Relationships can be tricky with academic jobs, especially with how few the teaching positions can be.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure.”

You had gotten a yoghurt for dessert, and Andrew some dry fruits. He handed you the packet, a questioning rise of his eyebrow as a silent enquiry. You smiled, opened your hand and he poured some fruits in your palm.

“Anyway, I hope you’ll get interesting classes, and especially that you can teach about your research. Aside from being interesting for you, I think it’s important to develop what you’re working on in our field.”

You smiled, and he seemed to notice, giving you an awkward smile of his own in exchange.

“Thanks. I think so too.”

“But I have a more important question to tackle.”

You raised a questioning eyebrow, inviting him to go on.

“What poster are you going to put in that empty frame?”

You couldn’t refrain a laugh.

“I have no idea,” you admitted.

“Well, think about it. The decoration of our office is at stake, that’s serious business.”

“Of course, of course. Definitely my number one priority.”

“Good, it should be. My Qi is very sensitive to that kind of stuff.”

You both laughed, and you felt yourself relax again.

You had a good feeling about Andrew, about your shared office, about your new job, about this whole life that was ahead of you.

The world was smiling to you, even the weather was on your side. What could possibly go wrong?

You were so excited to go home and tell everything to your fiancé. Frank got home before you did, you lingered a little longer than anticipated because you asked Andrew questions about how the university worked, the power dynamic in the department, the people you should avoid and those who were nice to talk to. And you wanted to tell Frank about Andrew too. You were so relieved that the colleague sharing your office was nice, kind even.

When you stepped inside, Frank was watching TV. He had ordered some takeaway, and was eating in front of a stupid show that was on, more focused on his phone than on the tv anyway. He jumped when you entered, put his phone away in a hurry.

“Hey, babe!” you greeted him with a grin, bending to kiss him as he sat on the couch.

“Hi! I ordered food for tonight,” he said, nodding towards the Indian food that was scattered across the coffee table.

“Nice!”

“You’re home late.”

You grinned, nodding your head.

“It went amazing!” you jumped up and down excitedly. “First, a senior professor, Lydia, came to pick me up and showed me around. She seems very strict, but nice as well. Apparently, as long as you do your job well, she’ll be on your side. I went to the HR to sign some papers, and…”

You noticed that Frank wasn’t paying too much attention anymore, so you rushed your explanation.

“Anyway, I’ve met a few colleagues, and especially Andrew! We’re sharing an office. He’s been of great help throughout the day, and he’s very sweet! Which is surprising given that he is quite literally a giant!”

“You’re sharing your office?”

“Yes!”

“With a guy?”

“Yes. His name is Andrew! He’s been teaching at Trinity for a year.”

You noticed the way Frank refrained from making a comment, knowing you would call him out for being jealous. You refrained a sigh.

“He lives near Dublin with his partner too. He’s specialised in poetry.”

Frank seemed to relax, and you struggled not to be annoyed by his reaction.

“It’s grand that your first day went fine, babe,” Frank gave you an earnest smile.

“I’m just so relieved that the guy sharing an office with me is not some… misogynistic gobshite. I mean, I don’t know Andrew very much, but he seemed to be more on the feminist side of the spectrum, so I’m sure we’ll be able to get along.”

“That’s nice.”

He didn’t ask any further question but he was still looking at you. You sat down next to him, and he handed you some food he had ordered for you. It wasn’t your favourite, but you liked it.

He opened his arm for you to settle against his shoulder, and you happily obliged. You thought about all the details you wanted to say, but knew would bore him. You chose another question instead.

“What are you watching?”

[littlxpxtal]

The Beach

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 3k

If I told you that I loved you

Tell me, what would you say?

If I told you that I hated you

Would you go away?

Now I need your help with everything that I do

I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you

Fallin' again

I need a pick-me-up

I've been callin' you "friend,"

I might need to give it up

April

Fuck you

I hover my thumb over the send button for a long breath. When I exhale, I press send, click my phone off and toss it onto my bed. It lands face down.

I walk over to my bathroom, shutting the door behind me and striping down.

The pogues went back to the cut, sending JJ off into the swamp lands with a backpack full of food and camping gear. We are hoping in the next few days we can figure something out to make sure he can come back home safely.

While I shower, I think of all the new information I learned about the mission, and how getting the rest of the gold out was the next goal, but they would have to do it very strategically.

My mind wanders to rafe for a second, and I wonder if he’s back from his trip. Then I remember I hate him, and don’t want to hear back from him. I think about how after my shower, i'm going to block him. I should’ve done that after sending the message anyways.

I’m not entirely sure why it took me so long to send it. I drafted that text the same night JJ and I talked about rafe. I think it just took me a bit of time to finally be able to let go, and let him know I refuse to be treated like this.

There was a small part of me that hoped he already blocked me, so he wouldn’t even see the message from me.

Tomorrow is the last day of spring break, and my family will be back on the outbreaks by nightfall. I think about how I’ll try my best to be asleep by the time they get back tomorrow so I can avoid any questions.

The pogues helped me clean everything, washed bed sheets and dishes, took out the trash and wiped everything down. There was no trace of life in the house, not even from me.

I make mental to do lists of what I still need to do before graduation, what i should wear to school this week, and what color to polish my nails. My mind wanders and runs a million miles a minute as I step out of the shower, ringing my hair into the towel, and plopping it on top of my head. I lotion my body and face up, then wrap myself in a robe.

When I walk out of my bathroom, a shriek spaces my lips.

Rafe is sitting on the edge of my bed, and he’s playing with one of the trinkets from my book shelf.

“What’re you-“ I hold on tightly to the doorknob, ready to run back into the bathroom if needed. I couldn’t read his expression at all.

“You shouldn’t leave the door that leads from the outside, directly into your bedroom, unlocked. Especially when you’re home alone.” He says coyly.

“I think we are privileged enough to know that we don’t really have to worry about those kinds of things here on figure 8, now do we?” I tilt my head, and take in his presence. He’s wearing a hoodie with the hood up. His eyes are on my body, wrapped up in a silk sobe.

“Why are you texting me all crazy like that for, hm?” His eyes finally flicker up to meet mine. They are cold and hard. I glance over to scan my room, find anything to pique my interest enough to not give into the urge to look back at him. My heartbeat raced and I felt my mouth get drier by the second.

“I had been wanting to say it for days, but I figured it would be best if I waited until you were done with your trip so I didnt bother you.’ he scoffs and stands up, taking a step towards me. I responded with a small step backwards, my breath hitching in my throat.

“You think some text behind a screen would’ve ruined my trip? You think saying “fuck you” to me, is something I would get worked up about?”

my lips trembles, my body is reacting in a way as if im getting scolded, or reprimanded for speaking back to an adult.

I don’t speak, my body freezes and he takes another step towards me, his head dipping down.

“You think I care about the fact that you helped hide maybank here at your house?” I hyelped, and my hands trembled. I looked down at the ground, and he’s finally close enough where I can smell his cologne.

He hooks his finger under my chin, and I flinch. My back is pressed against the doorframe, and he leans forward, pushing my chin up, and y eyes meet his,

“Cat got your tongue?” He coos, his eyes look manic, and there’s a slight tremor in his hand.

“I think you do care. And it would’ve ruined your trip.” I finally croak out, letting out the breath I had been holding.

“And I mean it. Fuck you rafe. Fuck you and the mind games you play with me. Your not even my boyfriend and you like to control everything, and if i'm not doing something you Like, you use move onto another one of your girls. Like im disposable, like i dont matter. And I know i Fucking matter to you.”

I dont really mean to say the last part, but it came out anyways. I was just being honest.

He doesn’t respond for a while so we stand in silence, and he stares down at me, his finger still holding under my chin.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I dont object, but I dont open my mouth for more.

“You dont mean it” his whispers, his lips brushing against mine.

“Yes i do” I mumble, my brain getting light from the feeling he brought in my mind.

his other hands reach up and trailing down the valley of my chest against the robe. His fingers make it down to where the rob is tied, and he glances up with a smirk.

“Tell me, y/n, did you finally sleep with him? Did you get back at me?” He hot breath fans against my chest, and he lowers on his knees, slowly pulling open the tied pieces of my robe.

”What Don't you get about the fact that JJ and I don't do that. Never have and never will.” I try my best to pretend I am unaffected by the way his fingers trail up my inner thigh, right to the line of my robe, barely hanging open. His lips press right below my naval, and a whimper escapes my lips.

“It would’ve ruined my trip” he whispers, using his hands to open my legs, I press harder against the wall, the towel on my head finally dropping to the ground, I pull my wet hair to one side, looking down at rafe. His pupils are blown, his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for my response.

“I know it would’ve” I say with a smirk.

”you give me a constant headache” he grumbles, pressing another kiss to the inside of my thigh.

”You Make this whole thing so hard. Would be easier if you just stopped overreacting” I retaliate, bending my knees slightly, opening up my thighs more. He grips my hips and Iicks a strip up my slit.

“Wheres the fun in that?” He says with a chuckle before diving in, suckling on my clit, his fingers burned deep into my hips. I moaned out in pleasure, my hands entangling themselves in his hair.

He hums with pleasure against my heat, and I find myself panting, my head hung low, bottom lip between my teeth.

“So did you fuck her again?” I ask, hissing as he sucks hard on my clit in response.

“Nah” he responds quickly, before his mouth attaches back to my folds, his tongue lapping up and down rhythmically.

I whimper a few times, and he looks up to my eye contact with me.

“You’re easy to piss off” he says against my pussy.

”sounds like you do it on purpose” I groan and bcuck my hips against his face. He releases his mouth, its covered in my slick, and his eyes are still blown out. His right hand trails down, and he runs two fingers between my folds, pushing into my hole, just teasing it slightly. I breath out heavily and he smirks.

“You’re fun to play with” he drawls out, his eyes focuses on the way his fingers are sliding into and out, deeper with each pump. My legs start to shake as he curls his fingers inside. Once they are fully inside , he quickens his pace, the silence in the room filled with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of me.

“‘M not a fucking toy” I grit out, pulling his hard harder, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel myself reaching my peak. He doesn’t respond, and instead brings his mouth back up to my clit, flicking it with his tongue, swirling around in circles, clockwise then counterclockwise.

“Fuckkkkk” I groan out, seeing white behind my closed lids. I cum all over rafes face. I dont get to ride it very long, before he’s dragging me over to the bed, and pushing my face down, ass up. He pulls the robe full off my body, and presses my face down into the pillows, I feel himself line his cock up with my entrance, and he pushes in.

”Rafe” I groan, holding out the sheets with all my might. I finish riding out my high as he pounds into me from behind, his hands gripped on both sides of my hips.

Profanities slip from his mouth, accompanied with a few whimpers of my name.

I gain enough strength to push my self up, so im in tabletop position, while he still pumps in and out of me. I turn my head and look back to see the hoods of his eyes are hanging low, his jaw is slack, his tongue peaking out the side, and drips of sweat are beading on his forehead. A whimper erupts from his mouth, and he grunts after, his eyes snapping open to meet mine, as if he sensed me looking at him.

“This what you wanted? Huh?” I bat my lashes innocently and bit my bottom lip.

”Wanted to piss me off so much I just had to come over and fuck you just to get you to shut the fuck up? Huh pretty girl?” My eyes roll back and my head hangs down. He’s tsks his tongue, leaning forward, one hand gripped tightly on my hips, the other gathers my hair in his fist, and he yanks me back, my shoulders pressing up against his chest. He cocks his fist down to the right, angling my head up and back to look up at him. His pace hasn’t faltered once, and the continuing sound of my pussy squelching against his throbbing cock is only getting louder, I can no longer contain my moans, and I squeeze my eyes shut as they spill out of my mouth. He takes this opportunity of my open my mouth to spit in it. My eyes shoot open, and we hold eye contact for a second before I swallow and he smiles.

“All you have to do is ask nicely you know?” His grip on my hair still tight, and his dick is ramming into my harder than before.

“That doesn’t sound like something I’d do.” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. His smile never faulters, and he leans down and kisses me.

“Don’t ever say that shit to me again” he says, breathing into my mouth, his eyes shut, still pounding relentless into me.

“What? Oh, Fuck you” I whimper out. Everything happens so quickly.

His eyes snap open and they darken, he lets go of my hair, pushing me down by my shoulder too the bed.

”Don’t.” He gives my ass a hard slap, making me yelp out.

”Ever” he pulls his dick out, and grabs my hips, flipping me onto my back.

”fucking” he pushing my legs open, and wraps them around his hips.

”say that” his right hand reaches up and wraps around my throat, putting just enough pressure.

”again” he growls the last word before ramming himself into me.

I lift my head up and attach my mouth on his shoulder, sucking harshly to cover the moans I wanted to scream out. His head rests against mine, and he grunts.

“You gonna be a good girl for me now?” He breathes out heavily, and looks down at me. We make eye contact and I pout, refusing to give in. His hand is still on my throat, and he gives it a squeeze. I groan in response, shutting my eyes.

“Look at me” he commands. My eyes flutter open and he has a smirk on his face.

“I’ll only be a good girl if you promise to stop fucking other girls”

His hips stutter a second before he completely stops. The grip on my throat is released,and he pushes himself up on both hands, hovering over me, my legs still tightly wrapped around his hips.

“Is that what you really want?” He asks sincerely.

I wiggle my hips to try and get him to keep going, but he doesn’t budge.

“I dunno. Can we just keep fucking?” I please, grabbing onto his bicep and reaching up to kiss his neck.

“Sure” he whispers before thrusting again.

We dont say anything the rest of the time, until Rafe is about to cum.

”’m close”

”Not inside me” I protest.

”Fucking duh” he grumbles into my neck before pulling out and finishing on my stomach. He immediately stands up, grabs a tissue and starts cleaning me off.

Once he’s done, he passes me my robe, and he puts his clothes back on.

“Well, are we like good now?” He asks, checking his pockets for his wallet and keys.

”Yea, we always were”

”Right” he says, scratching the back of his head. “Im just gonna” he points towards the door he snuck through. I nod my head in understanding, and watch him leave. I turned off my bedside lamp, and laid in silence.

My moment of self loathing was interrupting by my phone ringing.

Sabrina

I answer immediately

“Sab?” I say into the phone, sitting up.

”Y/N, you need to get down to the beach right now. Like NOW”

I furrow my brow, take my phone from my ear to check the time. I was 9:27pm

”I dont know Sab I was about to go to bed honestly.”

”Bitch, it’s the last night of spring break. And mostly everyone is back, and we’re partying on the beach. Get here NOW” she yells the last part into the phone before hanging up. I hurriedly pack a bag with miscellaneous illegal items, slip on a hoodie and shorts then run out the door. I check Sabrina’s location to see where on the beach she was, and it was decently close for me to make it on foot.

When I arrive, I see a mix of faces, those I get along with, and those who I simply pretend dont exist on a regular basis. Before Sabrina sees me, I catch a glimpse of rafe. He’s taking a drag of a cig while Kelce talks to him and Topper. Topper looks semi interested, while rafe looks like he couldn’t care less. His face looks angry and hard. And hot. Like. Really fucking hot.

Before I could analyze his face more, Sabrina yells out my name, and his head whips in my direction. I look away before our eyes meet, and smile when they land on Sabrina.

“Hi baby, I missed you” she cried out, standing up to greet me with a hug. She’s sitting on a towel that topper brought. I smile down at them and look around to see where I can set up. Conveniently, there’s a spot next to rafe in between him and some random kook.

“Why dont you go sit by rafe and cheer him up a bit. He’s in one of his moods.” Topper jokes, nudging his head over. I give a fake smile and trudge over, laying my towel down without acknowledging him.

When I sit down, he gives me a Look.

“What? We’re you saving this for someone?” I say with a smirk. He gives me a fake smile, and laugh then rolls his eyes.

I pul out the bottle of wine I stole from my parents bar and take a big gulp. I hand it out to him, and he takes it, drinking a small mouthful before passing it back.

We get along cordially, mainly because we dot actually talk to each other. We just silently pass the bottle back and forth between each other, while people chatter among us.

When the night gets late, and everyone starts slowly leaving the beach, it ends up just me and rafe, my head laying on his lap, staring at the stars as he stroked my hair and looked out into the ocean.

”This is nice” he mumbles. I nod my head in agreement and he looks down.

His face is sad, and his eyes are brimmed with tears.

“Y/N, I dont think I can be the person you need.” He whispers, and a tear slips down from his face and lands on my cheek. He wipes it away then looks back out into the ocean.

“Could you try?” I as. My face is hot and flushed from the alcohol, and I was probably going to say something I would later regret. But i don't care. I wanted him to want to try for me.

“You might have to teach me”

“Okay” I whisper. “Rafe?”

”Yes, Y/N?”

”Can you take me home? And will you stay with me?” He smiles.

“Of course”

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Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest May Mayhem Bingo event.

Despite All My Rage I'm Still Just a Rat In a Cage

Prompt: Locked Door | Word Count: 3335 | Rating: M | CW: Kidnapping/Hostages, Mildly Dubious Consent, Minor Injuries | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Future Fic, Famous Eddie, Teacher Steve, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Finding Themselves in a Predicament, Getting Together, With a Drastic Nudge

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It's day three. 

At least, Eddie thinks today is day three. But he's not certain. Mainly because he doesn't remember how he got here in the first place. He went to bed, then woke up here, kidnapped and drugged. At least he assumes so, because things were fucking fuzzy at first, and now he's been stuck in this dark, dingy, slightly damp room. 

There's holes in the ceiling, letting beams of light filter through at certain times of day, but screaming for help hasn't seemed to produce any results. His throat is just scratchy and raw. Worse than playing a week of shows straight.

He never hears anything from outside. No street noise. No sounds of life.

Surely people are looking for him. His friends, his band. Wayne. The media, in general.

"Eddie," comes the voice over a crackling walkie talkie mounted out of his reach. The voice is disguised in some way, and sounds almost inhuman.

He's sick of the creepy disembodied voice. They never tell him anything. Just taunt him, trying to make him submit.

Never. He'll fucking never. He'll die first.

"Just kill me or let me go!" he screams, rolling over onto his knees, struggling to stand. If this was a ransom mission, it's gone on too long. He's not sure what the end goal is, just that he's being kept.

"Calm down," the voice says. "I have a present for you."

Eddie doesn't want anything from this asshole besides his freedom.

"Since you're so lonely. All those songs, all that pain, all that longing," he says, and Eddie doesn't know what the fuck they're talking about. He seems like a loner in public, but that's not true. Not outside of his stage persona.

He has a lot of people in his corner. 

The door starts to open for the first time, and Eddie's ankles are chained together, so he can't move fast, but he tries his best. There's no time. The door opens, a man with a burlap sack is shoved into the room, and then the door clangs shut again. Heavy locks turning. 

The guy is shoeless, only wearing a pair of shorts. His hairy chest on display, and he looks like —

No. No, no, no. 

Eddie reaches up and yanks the sack off his head, and lets out a pained whine. He shouldn't be here, and he put up a fight not to be, clearly. His nose is caked with dried blood, and his left eye has a painful looking bruise forming underneath it. 

Eddie's heart sinks. 

"Steve," Eddie says, taking a step closer, hands cupping his cheeks, "Harrington? Can you hear me?"

"Eddie?" Steve asks, and then just starts crying. Eddie's gonna kill whoever is responsible for this. It's one thing to snag him, with the hope of getting a payday or whatever. But invading Steve's life? Hurting him like this? That's unforgivable, and they will fucking pay if it's the last thing Eddie does.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks, checking him over as best he can. They've done this before, after Vecna, and he hates that he has to do it again now. Steve never deserved another ounce of physical pain.

Steve shakes his head, and it was a dumb question. Of course he's not okay. 

"I went out to get the paper," he says, "I just stepped on my porch."

"I know," Eddie says, even if he doesn't. He has no idea how he was nabbed.

"They grabbed me."

"More than one?" Eddie asks.

"Yes. I think. I don't know. It had to be right?"

Eddie doesn't know, but he takes off his jacket, and moves to drape it over Steve's shoulders. He can't put it on better than that, not with his hands bound. But it's reminiscent of days gone by. Back when they were healing from that shitty Spring Break. When they both needed help to do lots of things for a while.

When he turns him, there's a key taped in the small of Steve's back, with a note. Eddie is gentle with the tape, not wanting to cause him any more pain. Though, he knows tape is nothing compared to what he's already gone through. 

The key is to the cuffs, he's sure of it. 

He frees Steve's hands, and then tries the lock on his own ankles, just in case it works for both.

It does. 

His raw ankles are grateful when the cuffs fall loose, but he's cautious when he unfolds the note. It's the ramblings of someone very out of touch with reality, and Eddie reads it three times trying to understand. 

His songs were too sad, and they wanted him to have the one thing he couldn't have?

And that's…Steve?

They've never, they're friends. Just friends. Old friends. And now they've both been taken hostage because someone musically illiterate they think Steve is the thing missing from Eddie's life.

Steve's in Eddie's life, and Eddie realizes now that's what caused this. Seeing them out and about, as friends, made this psycho snap for whatever reason.

This is all Eddie's fault, and he doesn't know how to deal with that.

They sit on the floor, and at least Eddie's convinced that Steve's okay, now. He looks better than he did when he was thrown into the cage. The door locking behind him. 

It's easier, having someone else in here with him, especially someone he knows as well as he knows Steve. He just wishes Steve wouldn't have gotten dragged into this, he's suffered enough bullshit over the years. He deserves his quiet life, with his classroom full of little kids that are surely missing him like crazy.

Eddie's not sure who will be the bigger news story: Famous Musician, who is a little rough around the edges or the All-American Teacher, who looks like Steve does. 

He wonders if their disappearances will be connected. If the media will even put together that they know each other.

Nancy will. Robin will. Henderson. Erica. The band. Taking Steve is going to throw up so many red flags that none of them will be able to ignore it. Eddie disappearing off the grid for a while? Maybe they could explain that away. Steve, though? No fucking way. 

This dude just fucked up, and Eddie laughs to himself. As much as Eddie hates that Steve's been dragged into whatever the fuck this is, involving someone as well-loved as Steve is gonna be the downfall for this asshole. Fucking good. 

"Tell me again how it happened," Eddie requests.

"I went out, and then I was grabbed. I fought them, took an elbow to the face," Steve says. He's told Eddie over and over.

"And they said sorry," Eddie says.

"They said sorry," Steve confirms. It makes no sense.

The door to the bean hole slides open and another bag of fast food is tossed in. It's scary how well they know him from their stalking. No matter what they drop off, it's something he'd order, customizations and all. 

When he opens these, they even got Steve's burger right. No tomatoes.

It's unnerving. 

Eddie's jolted awake by the speaker crackling to life. 

"If you'd just get on with it, you could go, you know?" he asks, and Eddie doesn't know what he's talking about. 

"What the fuck are you talking about? Just open that door and face us like a goddamn man, if you're so powerful. If you think you can take us. Try."

"That's not what this is," he says, voice steady, as if his feathers are never ruffled, "it's not about me. It's about you, both of you, making it right with each other."

Making it right with each other? They aren't fighting, they've never been fighting, not since Eddie's whole world turned upside down. Literally.

"We're good. Look at us? Are we fighting? You've made a mistake. Let Steve go. People are gonna be looking for him, and when they find you, you're gonna wish they didn't."

Eddie believes that fully. If they don't want to experience the full wrath of Nancy Wheeler, they'd better backtrack, fast. 

The speaker cuts out, and Eddie slumps back again. 

"Wheeler is looking for you," Eddie says, "Buckley. All of them. I know it."

Steve nods, "Yeah, probably. We knew you'd holed up somewhere, Wayne called. Looking for you, thinking maybe you'd decided to camp out with us for a while. He said he was getting the runaround from the boys and didn't like it. I mean, I didn't expect that this is what happened. I'm sorry we didn't round up a posse."

Eddie laughs, "I'm not mad you didn't assume I'd been held captive. That's quite the leap to make. We're experts in otherworldly things, not human monsters."

"Yeah, I guess," Steve says, and Eddie squeezes his thigh.

"They'll find us," Eddie reassures, and Steve just nods.

The sliding door to the outside, where the food is thrown in, is opened and closed again. Eddie hears it. And when he grabs the bag that thudded hard on the ground, it's not what he expected. Instead of food, there's a bottle of lube. 

"Is this a fucking joke?!" Eddie screams, "What's it for? For you to continue fucking us, for what?!"

The speaker crackles on, "I'm not gonna fuck you, you idiot."

"Then what—" Eddie starts, when Steve speaks up.

"It's for us. Right? You want us to…?" Steve asks.

"I knew one of you would be smart. I should have expected it to be the teacher, I suppose."

"You're a sick fucker!" Eddie shouts. They're friends. And they definitely aren't gonna fuck for this sicko. If they were gonna do that, it would have happened years ago. It didn't. Such is life. 

"Eddie," Steve says, pulling on his pant leg from his spot on the ground.

"We aren't fucking for his perversions," Eddie snaps, "don't worry."

"Eddie, just sit. Calm down," Steve says, and Eddie does. If Steve asks, he's gonna do whatever he wants. That's how this goes. He can sit and try to calm down. For Steve. 

They sit in silence for a while, Eddie trying to not be so goddamn pissed off.

"We could just do it," Steve says.

"No way," Eddie answers. "I'm not letting some sick fucker get his way to get his rocks off, or whatever. He's probably filming us. He can do whatever the fuck he wants to me, I'm Eddie Munson. Freak. Nobody will be surprised. But I'm not letting him get footage of you like that. You have a job you love. No way."

"Eddie," Steve says softly, but that's all he says. There's nothing else to say. They'll just sit here. 

Another day, and Eddie is plotting this fucker's death. He's never killed anyone, or anything, but he's gonna make an exception when he gets out of this shithole. 

Steve is leaning against his shoulder.

"We should just do it," Steve says. "Just fuck me."

He's said that fifty times over the past day. 

Eddie shakes his head. Again. Not happening.

This time, Steve huffs out a breath of annoyance, "I know you don't want to fuck me. I get it. Message has been received loud and clear. But, like, can you just suck it up and get us the fuck out of here? Take one for the team? Goddamn, Eddie. I'm tired."

Eddie stills. That's. That's not what's happening here.

"I'm not raping you for his pleasure, what the fuck?"

"You can't rape the willing," Steve says, and Eddie laughs, he can't help it. But Steve laughs, too, and Eddie can feel the tension drain from between them. 

"You're ridiculous," Eddie says, wrapping his arm around Steve's shoulder, patting his arm.

"I'm serious," Steve says, "like, I get that you're not really into it."

Eddie's into it. Eddie's always been into it. 

Eddie laughs, "I'm not not into it, Steve. What the fuck? I'm just not about to do this," he says, waving his hand between the two of them, "because of this. Because we're trapped here, okay? I'm not. If we didn't get there on our own, it wasn't meant to be."

Steve is quiet, too quiet, and Eddie looks over at him to see what's going on. Steve's just staring, like he's working through something in his head, before finally asking, "Did you? Did you want to? With me? When?"

When? Always. 

"That summer, after," Eddie says, because that's the truth. The first truth. "But you were trying to work through your feelings for Nancy—"

"Nance stayed with Jonathan!" Steve snaps. 

She did. That didn't change that Steve was working through it.

"I know, but that's where you were. Where your head was. Your heart. With her, not me."

Steve presses his fists into his eyes, "You're a fucking asshole."

Eddie laughs, "Well, yeah. That's the deal. The whole persona."

Steve laughs, pulling his hands away from his face, "I was interested. I thought you weren't."

The smile falls from Eddie's face. He feels it slip, and this is no longer a fun conversation to be having. Had they? Was there? Had there been a chance and neither one of them took it? Fuck.

"I was interested," Eddie says, "fuck, Steve. I was in love with you."

Probably still is. The asshole behind the curtain pulling the strings probably didn't misunderstand his lyrics at all. Eddie's just been in deep denial for years and years. Desperate to make sure he didn't fuck up their friendship. He couldn't afford to lose Steve totally.

"Still am, I suppose," Eddie admits, and the sound that comes out of Steve's mouth is full of pain and sorrow.

"We're both idiots," Steve finally chokes out, and presses his face into Eddie's shoulder. 

Well, no shit. Of course they are. Eddie could have told him that years ago.

Steve shifts, and rests his head on Eddie's shoulder, "We've wasted a lot of time. Can we not waste anymore?"

And fuck. Steve's asking, and Eddie wants to give him anything he wants.

"Okay. Okay, c'mere," Eddie says, and Steve crawls onto Eddie's lap, straddling his thighs.

And then he's kissing him. It's what Eddie's always wanted, but not here, not like this. Both of them are dirty, and neither have great breath. Eddie resents that this is how their first time is gonna go. Being watched.

Eddie slides his hand down the back of Steve's shorts, fingers just barely brushing against his hole. He reaches for the lube with his other hand, and hears the lock on the door click open. A heavy, echoing sound. 

He freezes. Nobody comes in, and maybe it's a trick. Maybe it's their doom. Maybe they should stay right where they are, doing this, because maybe it's the last chance they'll ever have to do it.

But if the door is unlocked, and this is their chance to escape, they gotta take it.

Eddie slides his hand out of Steve's shorts, and lifts his arms, letting Steve push himself to his feet, before pulling Eddie up after him. 

They walk towards the door, cautious, leery of what they might find on the other side. 

Eddie pushes on it, and it's heavy, but it swings open, revealing more of the same, just a larger area of an old warehouse instead of the room where they'd been holed up. He takes Steve's hand, and they head for the other door across the way. When he grabs the knob, turning, they are hit with bright sunlight. They both shield their eyes on instinct, before Eddie forces himself to look around. 

There's a car. His car, actually. Sitting along the deserted road. The keys are in the seat, on top of a note. Steve gets in and Eddie hits the automatic locks, locking themselves behind another set of doors, however, this one seems safer. 

Unfolding the note, in a marker, it just says: Congrats. You finally did it. Tell Steve sorry about the black eye. He put up more of a fight than we expected.

That's it. There's no other explanation. He hands it to Steve, and Steve reads it, and then just says, "Huh."

Eddie starts the car, they don't explode which he was only slightly concerned about, and pull down the dirt road. He has no idea where they are. Not what state, hell, maybe not what country, though he assumes they didn't go too far if his car is here.

"Do you recognize where we are?" Eddie asks, paused at the stop sign onto a highway.

"Not at all," Steve answers.

"Left or right?" Eddie asks, and Steve looks in both directions.

"Right."

Right it is.

They stop at the first motel they see. Ready to get cleaned up, ready to call someone, report that they're safe. First, they'll call home, then the police. In that order.

Eddie knows once that official call is made, all hell is gonna break loose. A media circus that he just isn't prepared for yet. They're safe. It can wait a second. 

Steve sits on the motel bed, and presses the touch tone buttons on the phone. It rings and rings, before it finally connects.

"Robin," Steve says. 

"Hey! Way to not check in after your flight landed," she says, very clearly annoyed. 

"My flight? Where did you think I went?" he asks, and Eddie leans close so he can hear, too. 

"Hawaii? With Eddie?" 

Eddie snatches the phone from Steve's hand, "Who the fuck told you that?" 

"Jeff," she says. "Are you not in Hawaii?" 

"We are not in Hawaii. I don't think," Eddie says, and looks at Steve, who shakes his head. There's no way they're in Hawaii. "We were kidnapped. Nobody was looking for us?" 

"Well, no? We didn't know we were supposed to be! Steve Harrington, did you get kidnapped and not tell me?!" 

"You thought Steve Harrington just skipped school?! Just didn't show up to work? And that didn't worry anyone?!" 

"It's Spring Break," she says, "I thought. Shit. I just thought he'd finally, that you'd both finally…nevermind."

Eddie hangs his head. Nobody was even looking for them. They could be dead in a warehouse and nobody would even know to start looking for longer than Eddie's comfortable with. 

Steve takes the phone back, "We're fine. I'll call you back."

Next, Eddie calls Gareth. No answer. No answer from Goodie either. Jeff, however, does pick up.

"Why the fuck did you tell Robin I took Steve to Hawaii?"

"Did you not?" he asks, like he's totally unbothered.

Of course he fucking did not.

After getting off the phone with Jeff, Eddie's now trying to decide if they were all duped by a psycho stalker fan that snagged him or if those three assholes are who locked them up together. In some sort of horribly misguided matchmaking scheme. 

"You think it was them, don't you?" Steve asks.

"Well, kinda. Why else would they lie to Robin? And Wayne. Something's not adding up, and if I find out they threw us both in a cage to try and get us to admit our feelings or whatever, I'm gonna kill them. That's not their business. And they hurt you."

Steve reaches out and grasps both of Eddie's shoulders, "I'm fine. Maybe we needed a little sense knocked into us."

"You didn't need a black eye," Eddie seethes. "Or another concussion."

"I'm fine, Eddie. Look at me. I don't have a concussion. I need a shower, yes, but other than that, I'm good. We're good."

"What would they have done if we'd called the cops first?"

Steve laughs, "Well. We could always call them and tell them that's exactly what we did, and see if they flinch."

Eddie cackles. Oh, hell yes. If it was them, he's gonna make them squirm. They deserve it.

Even if it's probably gotten him what he's always wanted: Steve.

Still. If he finds out this was them, they're gonna pay for it, dearly.

"Shower first," Eddie says, "retribution later."

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Notes: Title from Bullets With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins. (I wondered where this note had gone. I accidently put it on yesterday's fic, lol. Whoops.)

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