#đ. fic request ! â àŁȘ.*
JAMES POTTER | NO MORE HOCKEY PLAYERS!
REQUEST. : I think this might be too vague but can I request IceHockey!James x Reader angst with fluffy ending. I'm acc in love with the way you write him đ€đ€ â€requested by anon
LENGTH : 1.9k
TAGS : modern au ; muggle au ; ice hockey player james potter ; enemies to lovers? but not really? ; enemies by association to lovers? ; protective james potter ; precious reader ; oc!andrew ; reader in a bad relationship ; james being the knight in shining hockey gear ; angst with fluff ending
WARNINGS : toxic relationship ; mentions of mistreatment in a relationship
You knew what was coming. It was something you were used to seeing, to dealing with in the two years youâve been dating Andrew. As captain of the Ice Hockey team at Imperial College London and playing the Right-Wing Forward position, he was oftentimes compared to his more prominent, more celebrated counterpart, James Potter.Â
James Potter was the Ice Hockey captain of his team at UCL and also played the Right-Wing Forward position. Through this similarity, they were often compared and Andrew was beyond irritated by the fact. Irritated and fed up. James never appeared to mind the comparisons, however. In fact, he took it in stride because, in his eyes, the results of a fair game will put the constant equating to rest.Â
Andrew was passionate about the sport, he really was, his position as Captain was evidence of that dedication, however the constant comparisons in his ear made him highly aggressive on top of his already present anger issues. It wasnât like this in the beginning, he was once very sweet and caring towards you, aware of your needs and was as much of a best friend as he was your boyfriend. Yes, you werenât exempt from the occasional disagreement or shouting competition but itâs been so much worse as of late.Â
Just a couple of months ago, he lost a game to Jamesâ team and finally snapped to the point that he managed to make the usually grinning and charming James Potter flush red with anger and commenced a screaming match that inaugurated an infamous rivalry between the two. That one win against him was also the tipping point for all the whispers comparing the two to sharply peak in favour of James. Now, there was always an undertone of James being viewed as the better one of the two. More charismatic, more diligent, more empathetic, more resilient, more consistent, more respectable⊠more handsome. All of which fanned the flames of your boyfriendâs anger until it reached dangerous levels.Â
The matches against them were, now, much more exhilarating but also much more aggressive. It frightened you the first time you saw them play against each other after that horrific encounter the previous game. This wasnât a good display of sportsmanship. They were like two lions going after each otherâs throats, pushing and shoving and colliding at top speeds, baring their teeth menacingly but neither side conceding defeat â they refused to surrender; one had to fall for the other to rise. It was horrifying to witness. You worried for Andrew but you also worried for James. They were both equal in brawn and stature so anything could happen to either side and they werenât the least bit shy in making their belligerent intentions known. Bruises and sore limbs were expected from the sport but you feared that something more serious could be anticipated in the conflict between the two.Â
Your heart was almost ready to burst out of your chest when each game began and ended. It didnât help that you were a frequent witness to Andrewâs harsh criticism towards his own team. Due to his frustrations and boiling anger, he demanded more of himself and, by extension, demanded more of his teammates as well. Many times, you tried to remind him of the fact that he wasnât going about disciplining or encouraging his team in the right way. A familiar confrontation once became a huge fight that his teammates had to get in the middle of, worried for you, who they had come to think of as part of their own and, vice versa. Gradually, his support from the team dwindled, which meant that, during his combative encounters with James in the rink, he was slowly being left on his own with no one to assist him. He was playing at a higher risk each game and it hurt you to watch. Your love might have dwindled during Andrewâs self-destructive tirade but that didnât mean you didnât care for his well-being.Â
The result was inevitable. Owing to the lack of support from his own teammates and having to counter Jamesâ antagonistic plays by himself, Andrewâs anger and jealousy grew and grew. It was a slap to the face when, at every re-match, his self-sabotaging behaviour led to James and his teamâs victory. It was predictable, even for you, but you supported Andrew through it all.Â
At the end of the match, Andrew sulked in the locker rooms while the rest of the team hurried away, disgruntled by their captainâs pathetic plays, selfish agenda and mistreatment towards them when pinning all the blame for their loss solely on their lack of collaboration when, truly, he was the only one to blame.
âItâll be okay, AndyââÂ
âShut up!â his roaring shout bounced off the walls of the empty locker room. His voice echoed with mourning, betrayal and burning hot rage. It made your shoulders tense from the rising tension.Â
âAndrew, the way youâre acting i-it isnât rightâ!â you tried to reason with him despite his hulking form and much larger frame intimidating you. He didnât even have to look into your eyes for a shiver to run down your spine; the slamming of his locker door, the throwing of his clothes and the reckless handling of his equipment was enough to make you flinch each time.Â
âYOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHATâS RIGHT OR WRONG!â he argues through clenched teeth, pushing the locker room doors open and letting it swing back, almost hitting you as you scurry up behind him.Â
âWell, you should, at least, try!â In a moment of bravery, you puff out your chest and glare at him, your eyes shining with thinly disguised disappointment and fear. He wasnât like the Andrew you knew at all⊠this horrible, violent person was nothing like the Andrew you fell in love with two years ago, âI know you can be a great captain but youâre running yourself and your own team into the ground! Learn to put your ego aside for once!âÂ
âWHY YOU!-- WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO LECTURE ME?!â his large hand raises and comes swinging down. Itâs too late to react, you can only pinch your eyes closed and wait for the impact to come with clenched teeth.Â
âWHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO HIT HER?!âÂ
The hit never came. Instead, your eyes snap open to stare in shock at James Potter gripping the wrist of your boyfriend and pushing him away as he tucks you behind him. Too shocked at the situation and the sudden appearance of your boyfriendâs counterpart, you canât help but just gape at the situation.Â
No no no! This isnât meant to happen! You should have left the argument in the locker room!Â
âSheâs my girlfriend! Dipshit!â Andrew snarls and tries to reach for you again but James steps in the way, blocking your view. Heâs a solid mountain between you and your irate boyfriend. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.Â
âThat gives you even less of a right, not that you had any right to hit anyone to begin with,â James pants lightly, his heightened anger making him feel as though heâs run a mile, âIf sheâs your girl, you should treat her better! Acting like this after a loss is pathetic but pinning it onto your lady is disgusting!â James can handle rough play on the rink because heâs trained for it and heâs grown the thick skin to endure all kinds of impacts. But, when he sees violence like this outside the rink, itâs beyond infuriating, it makes him see red, it makes him want to throw all manner of good will out the window and go charging in like a stubborn bull.
âFuck! Off!â Andrew shoves him away and grabs your upper arm, tugging you away without any regard for the force in his grip. It happened much too quickly that you couldnât comprehend everything until you felt a stinging pain bloom in your arm under his grip.Â
âOw!⊠Andrew, stop, please! Youâre hurting me!â
âI donât care! Hurry! Up!â he gives another aggressive tug and you squeal from the pain, willing yourself to suppress it so as to not anger him further. But your cry of hurt was enough to set off an unbelievable chain reaction.
There was a dull but harsh THUMP as Jamesâ clenched fist collides with Andrewâs face, sending him sprawling as two gentle hands come up to your shoulders and gently pull you away from the scene. Those same two hands turn you around and carefully move down to press against your lower back, acting as a guide to lead you a safe distance away. The girl introduces herself as Alice, the girlfriend of Frank, who was the goalie of the UCL team. She leads you with a sympathetic smile past the rest of the Jamesâ teammates, who face forward and grit their teeth at what they were just the witnesses to, some even stepping forward. Whether they wanted to join in or not, you didnât find out but one was tall with mousy brown hair and the other had dark black hair against pale paper skin and grey eyes â the left defence and the centre of the UCL team.Â
âYouâre okayâŠâ Alice whispers softly, hurrying you along as the sound of punches begin to echo through the hallway, âIâm so sorry, sweetheart,âÂ
As tears slip past your lash line, a shaky whimper escapes your bitten lips and you accept her comfort with a small nod.
Suffice to say, you and Andrew broke up. And for good reason. Many people couldnât even fathom that someone as soft-hearted and sweet as you would ever give someone like Andrew the time of day when you deserved so much more. What they donât understand is that he was never like that when you first met⊠but, you suppose, he finally showed his true colours. But thanks to that, youâve sworn off dating hockey players ever again!Â
âOh!â a happy acknowledgement sounds and draws your eyes up to see a handsome, boyish grin beaming down at you, âItâs you!â His freshly washed locks drip with water and he moves to close the locker room door behind him when his words bring the attention of curious eyes from the rest of his team, all peaking a glimpse of you around his frame.
âYeahâŠâ you smile softly, nerves shaking anxiously as your hands clasp together for some stability, âsorry for suddenly showing up,â
âItâs alright,â Jamesâ beaming smile doesnât fade the slightest bit as his eyes shine with relief, âIâm just glad youâre looking okay,â
âYeah, all thanks to you,â the compliment makes him flush bashfully as a large hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. For a guy with a bear-like frame, he pulls off the adorable puppy look pretty well.
âDid you watch the game?â he hurries to change the topic and instead of answering, you hold up a cutely wrapped batch of homemade cookies. Andrew was once the only person who had exclusive access to your home baked goodies but he lost that privilege a long time ago. Itâs time to associate your baking with something (someone) more positive and deserving.Â
âWow! Thanks!â James eyes your offer with wide eyes and was already drooling from the sugary scent in the air, seducing him into taking it and having a bite. You smile at his moans of gratification and allow his free flowing compliments to boost your confidence, âwill you be coming to our next game?â he suddenly asks, catching you off guard.Â
âUhh..--â
âPlease come,â his eyes plead with you but when you donât answer, he bargains, âIâll win it for you,âÂ
No more hockey players be damned.
A/N : i love writing hockey player james potter too~ he's just so dreamy! ahhhhh! it's probably one of my favourite aus of james potter! (,,o // o,,) thank you so much for the request, anon-darling! im so sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy the read!
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YOU GAVE UP
Ë â masterlist . . .
parings: charles leclerc + fem!reader
summary: the one where your relationship with charles is about to end
đïž: someone asked me but I couldnât find the request, so here it is!
type: angst â¶
The sun had cast its final golden rays over the coastal town where Charles and Y/N had once wandered hand in hand, sharing dreams and secrets amidst the sea breeze. But now, as the evening descended, it felt different, almost haunted.
Y/N leaned against the balcony, her heart heavy with the weight of their crumbling relationship. Four years of laughter, companionship, and shared dreams seemed to slip away like sand between her fingers. There was a time when Charles was all she saw, his infectious smile lighting up her world. But lately, it was replaced by a hollow ache, the constant whispers of his absence eating away at her soul.
"Y/N," Charles' voice interrupted her reverie. She turned to find him standing at the doorway, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotionsâregret, weariness, and an unfamiliar distance. "Can we talk?"
She nodded, the lump in her throat preventing any words from escaping. Sitting on the edge of the bed, they faced each other, the space between them heavy with unsaid words.
"I'm sorry," Charles began, his voice almost a whisper. "I've been distant, consumed by the demands of racing, the pressure...I've lost sight of us."
"Lost sight of us?" Y/N repeated, her voice barely audible. "We were everything, Charles. How could you not see it slipping away?"
He hesitated, his eyes avoiding hers. "I've been selfish, thinking I could balance it all. But it's not fair to you. And now, there are rumors...about someone else."
The words hit Y/N like a blow to the chest. Rumorsâof Charles with someone else. She wanted to protest, to deny the possibility, but the pain in his eyes confirmed what she feared.
"Is it true?" she managed to choke out.
"Iâm sorry Y//N/N," Charles admitted, his voice strained. "But I don't want to hurt you anymore. You deserve better than this uncertainty, this neglect."
Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks as she stood up, the reality of their impending end sinking in. "I gave you everything, Charles. All I did was bleed trying to salvage what we had."
"I know," he whispered, reaching out but retracting his hand before it touched hers. "But it's too late, isn't it? We're too far gone."
She nodded, her heart shattering into a million pieces. "Stop, Charles. Stop saying it's too late when it's you who gave up."
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I was thinking maybe you could smth with miles (1610 or 42 idc) based off this tiktok?ïżŒ
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8RfxHK5/
ong this would be so funny behind the scenes
not sure if itâs really what u asked for but đ€·đżââïžđ€·đżââïž
itâs still based off it
doing it with 42 đ€đ€
thanks for this babes
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âmyles can you come real quick? I wanna make a tiktokâ
ânot againâ
you included him in so many of your tiktoks. heâs tired of you now. but he canât get enough of you đ€Șđ€Șđ€Ș
âwhat do I have to do?â
âimma be lip syncing and you will be punching my ass.â
âexcuse me?â
âyou heard me.â
âno puedo mas, no puedo mas, no puedo mas.â
âchill, it will be quick.â
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after filmingâŠ
âbro why did you punch my ass so hard?â
âi was taking my anger out.â
âwhat anger?â
âif only you knew.â
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Kai hi! Don't know how and why but, I've been experiencing severe Seventeen brainrot in general so, I'm here to supply hard thoughts. (Also, I reread the JeongCheol x Reader trilogy you wrote and it remains a favourite of mine.)
I don't know who to start with so, I'll go with my man lol. The thought of being forced to cum on Cheol's ridiculously thick fingers makes me need to sit down. You know he'd be running his mouth too and, telling you how good you're doing for him.
the svt brainrot is well-deserved <3 and JAAHFJHD i'm so touched you reread inflection point thank you so much TT BUT HELLO? being forced to cum on cheol's fingers.... [kai.exe has stopped working]?!??!?
it kind of reminds me of the oneshot i wrote after he posted those pics on ig :| his fingers,,, what i'd do to get to cum around them /gen,, you can treat this drabble as a short continuation to that fic :3c
⣠forced orgasm with cheol âą
wc: 0.8k words
minors do not interact!
Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.
When he tells you he'll pick you up at seven o'clock on a Friday evening despite his harrowing schedule, he'll pull up at the curb in front of your apartment with five minutes to spare. When he promises to call you every night he's away on tour, he'll phone you despite the time differences, and the fact that he sounds way too tired to be asking you about your day.
So when your boyfriend promises to stuff you full the next time you see each other, you know better than to call his bluff.
About twenty minutes since he hung up, you hear the telltale knocking on your door. You don't bother putting your underwear back on -- fully confident of the identity of your late-night visitor.
It's safe to say that when Seungcheol sees you behind the crack in the door wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top with your pert nipples straining against the fabric, you were completely at his mercy.
You don't even make it back to your room. Seungcheol simply brushes past you and makes himself comfortable on your couch -- dark eyes hooded with equal parts arousal and disappointment as he manspreads all over the cushions. Fuck.
"If I wasn't the one who was outside, what would've you done then?" he asks gruffly. "I didn't know you were such a fucking slut, princess. Answering the door wearing nothing but that top of yours. Might as well have done it naked."
You humor him with a laugh before striding over to take a seat on one of his thighs, making a mess of his sweatpants as you rub your needy pussy all over the fabric.
"That's just how badly I need you, Cheol," you whimper, sliding your hips against his thigh for the friction you've been craving since you saw those pictures he posted. When you feel those big, warm hands of his sliding up your thighs, you can't help the moan that spills from your lips.
"Turn around and sit on my lap," he commands, and you're much too willing to comply.
The moment your back is pressed against his broad chest, Seungcheol pries your legs apart -- gathering your slick between his fingers before prodding your lips with them. When your boyfriend whispers a quiet, "That's my girl," you practically preen at his praise.
And that's how you find yourself writhing on your boyfriend's lap as he fucks you open on his thick, large fingers -- whining and crying as your walls clamp down on each digit. Seungcheol deigned to start with three, as you've already loosened yourself up during that sultry phone call you shared before he came over, and he delights in how depraved you are from his mere fingers alone.
"Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you?" he rasps, sinking those digits into your cunt before curling them just so. "You miss me that much, baby? Want to keep me all to yourself?"
"F-Fuck, Cheol!"
You can't even bring yourself to respond. He's so thick, and so, so deep, and he hasn't even brought out his dick yet. But when your brain manages to make you remember how you felt seeing all those fans thirsting for your boyfriend, you end up hissing through your teeth as you grind down on his hand.
"Mine, mine, mine. You're mine," you mewl, barely hearing the sound of Seungcheol's amused laughter before he smashes your lips together.
"All yours, princess," he whispers, and you cry out when those few, subtle words end up becoming the catalyst for your inevitable release.
But even as your walls spasm around his fingers, Seungcheol is relentless. He continues fucking into your cunt with unending fervor -- as if he means to engrave the idea of how much he's missed you as well into your body. You're practically twitching on his lap as he mumbles an incoherent string of words against the skin of your neck, but you're not exactly in the right headspace to tell him off.
"My beautiful baby, always so pretty when you cum for me," is what you first hear when the white noise finally recedes from your ears. You realize that you're still moving your hips despite the overstimulation, so fucking desperate to have any part of him inside you again. "You want more? I've fucked you stupid with my fingers alone, and you still want more?"
You do. You do want more.
"I remember a certain someone saying he'll blow my back out the moment he's back here with me," you sigh, tilting your head so you can kiss the corner of his mouth. "Is he going to make good on his promise?"
The ravenous glint in his eyes is enough of an answer. After all...
Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.
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Heyy!!Um if you donât mind can you write for mbav?(benny weir x fem reader) Something along the lines of evil benny creating readerâs evil copy and she starts flirting hard with the real Benny and when Sarah and the real reader destroys the evil copies Benny gets sad and misses the evil copy :>
Two is better than one.
Benny weir x fem!reader
âWhat were you thinking?â
Warnings: cursing, seductive behaviour, degradation.
â Summary; what anon said đ«¶đ»
â A/N; I LIKE IT PICASSO this came to me when cleaning and I literally stopped everything to write it. I got so many evil copy requests Iâm down them ALL.
Benny and you didnât particularly have a clear relationship at times.
There were certain things he said or done that always had you second guessing,
maybe it was the way he looked into your eyes a second longer than usual when he smiled that signature grin of his or maybe it was the way he teased you until he was sure he made the tips of your ears red but one thing was clear,
It was the things he would do a second later that would make you uncertain It was obvious Benny weir flirts with any girl that walks his way and honestly you were thankfully that the girl were daft enough to pay more attention at the fuck boys than Benny otherwise you were sure heâd be snatch up by now.
âEthan youâre delusional if you think Benny weir has any sort of romantical feelings for me at all.â You explained your frustrating case of what always clouded your mind.
âWhy are you so sure of yourself? Why is it so hard to accept what Iâm saying is true y/nn? Youâre telling me you donât see the way he looks at you?â Ethan protested but not as strongly as he had before, poor Ethan has this whole conversation rehearsed with not only you unfortunately.
Benny had to force a giggle out of himself to cover for the untrue words Ethan had mistakenly spoken âdude, no need to lie to me. I like the girl and all but I think by now I can tell when a girl doesnât like me as hard as that is to believe.â Benny replied sarcastically to a eye rolling Ethan, his favourite expression in both Y/N and Bennyâs opinion.
Christ you guys even argue the same.
âLet me entertain the possibility that you are right for a minute,â Ethan merely nodded mind elsewhere. âIf I get as far as asking him out and not get rejected by whatever godsend was on my side that day that Benny didnât run away scared of my âproposalâ â you qoutated for your special day of the weeks rant affect âwhoâs to say he still wouldnât make comments about every other woman he saw that day? We just wouldnât work as much as I wanted to.â
âDenial is a river in Egypt.â Ethan chimed matter of factly with a cheeky smile he knew pissed you off âyour just trying to convince yourself because you know none of that mumbo jumbo isnât going anywhere with me.â
âE, you wanna know how I can see that she doesnât like me?â Benny tugged on his backpack straps with a thin pressed lip ânot really.â Ethan muttered unbothered âgreat, well for one I flirted with a girl right in front of her today to get any reaction out of her anything! And she didnât care! Thatâs like movie 101 the chick totally storms off in jealousy yet she didnât budge.â He finished
How was it that Ethan was the only expert in spotting the hurt in the teens faces ? Or the broken laugh he oh so quoted All you guys needed was to stop being so stubborn and a little confidence couldnât hurt.
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It was after school and you were walking home with your headphones on, playing whatever song your iPod had to offer on shuffle then you spotted something, oh cool benny grandma Evelynn is having a yard sale.
âHey Benny whatâs up?â You waved as you saw his grandmother leave the stall seemingly leaving Benny to sell the remaining products,
âgrandma is selling all the junk in her house she no longer uses and she said if I help I get extra cash so currently being an entrepreneur.â He grinned leaning on the table with his collared striped sweater sleeves pulled up revealing his forearms, that mixed with his smile had you saying âshut up and take my money!â
âI donât think thatâs how that works but sure Iâm always up to support a business.â You furrowed your brows but nonetheless went along with his playful manner âIâll take that vintage camera.â Maybe itâll help with you and your friends picture day project.
âFine choice mâlady.â You giggled in response and took the camera âIâll see you later bennsâ â and with that you left.
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It was the next day at school and if you had known Benny and Ethan had their own school picture day idea maybe you wouldnât have volunteered to help your friend.
But having said that it didnât stop you from sticking your tongue out at Benny like a child cheekily as he slumped in defeat
âdefeated with my own tools.â He muttered as you laughed sympathetically in response patting his shoulder âsorry Benny rabbit, maybe next year?â You teased further more making sure to use the name you knew he hated cause you just loved to be the person to grind his gears.
Unfortunately you missed what he whispered to Ethan âItâs cute when she says it..â ethan looked puzzled at the boy.
You agreed after class to futhermore help your friend by testing out your retro cam, having successfully found a dark room you firstly tested it with a simple selfie really 2010 pose of you, Y/n.
And then you set it aside to develop, continuing with your classes.
Later on you went to check on it and would you look at that! Perfect 80s selfie, you just Missed the laboured breaths behind you as you were knocked unconscious.
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Benny tapped his pencil on his desk as he watched the clock on the wall, you should definitely be at this class he remembered on your timetable you had the same classes as him! So then where were you? 10 minutes went by and mid way through class Y/N finally showed up,And boy did she make an entrance.
Are you allowed to wear shorts that short? Or leather jackets that cool?
You slumped in your chair looking directly at the teacher, eye contact and all. âCare to explain what was more interesting than class that made you 20 minutes late Miss Y/N L/N?â The teacher rightfully asked through a stern voice.
âliterally anything..?â Y/N replied as if it was a joke and not they were real consequences.
The Teacher was taken aback âY/N this is nothing like you whatever has gotten into you Iâm not dealing with this today.â She explained furthermore to a doodling Y/H/C.
âI didnât want to deal with this math today and yet here we are.â Y/N shrugged âwho in the right mind puts fucking letters in marginal equations?â The teacher scoffed âdetention IMMEDIATELY.â
And with that Y/N stood up, smirking at Benny whoâs mouth was agape âlike what you see? Or is staring your new habit Dork?â She leaned on his desk table inching closer to him as she maintain intense eye contact âwhat did I just say?â The teacher raised her voice and with that Y/N practically strutted out.
Benny leaned into Ethan âI donât know what Y/N has done with herself but I like it.â He spoke unbeknownst to Ethanâs bewildered expression, this has supernatural written all over it and yet again he was the only one to spot it.
Obviously Y/N wasnât gonna listen to the teacher though, she had a better plan in mind. Why not finish what she started? So she dragged her friend to the room where she left the camera and made a copy of her, putting on her best sickly sweet voice imitating the other sweeter more rational Y/N she managed to fool her friend into becoming a copy just like her and whilst Y/N was having fun Terrorising other teens days her friend would make more evil duplicates.
Fun and innovative, woman in stem yk?
Mindlessly she walked through the halls she had about a few hours before school was over and then she could go to go carts she rented for the day.
Thatâs when she spotted him. Benny weir. she just needed to figure out why the other Y/N was so intrigued by him so she made her way over to him âwell if it isnât just the guy I was looking for, can I talk to you? â benny looked around puzzled and then nodded, Y/N turned to look at Ethan âalone. take a hint third wheel.â She did a fake smile for a millisecond benny raised a brow
Third wheel? In what?
âWhat is it that makes you so important?â She began in a low tone as she eyed him head to toe slowly âmy charm, i get Aâs in calculus I do a killer Tom cruise from top gun impressionâ no one in the world could not cringe at the words Benny utters.
Well unless you got a tolerance like the other Y/N does, which was what evil Y/N was so aggravated to figure out.
âNot the things you say Idiot, the things you do.â She took a step closer to him â Iâm not sure Iâm following now y/nn? This about my yearbook photo idea?â He guessed utterly lost, poor guy.
âThis is about how every thing you say or do drives other me crazy, youâve such nerdy arms and yet she fawns over your slender hands.â Evil Y/N sure knew how to cut and praise you in the same sentence that was for sure.
Benny didnât respond he just looked down to said hands in question and then back at Y/N he was finding it hard to maintain eye contact under this pressure âI bet you havenât even been with a girl, how pathetic.â She chuckled yet her eyes showed interest and she inches nearer again.
Benny gulped âY/n what are you talking aboutâŠ?â Benny managed to speak as he trailed off as if he spoke any louder than he did he was afraid you would stop.
âMaybe if I teach you a few things you might actually have the balls to get with me.â Why she was speaking about herself in the third person was beyond Benny but what wasnât beyond him is whatever degrading kink evil you just summoned in him.
He grinned âif this is you getting back at me for teasing you so much I admit im not sorry.â You pressed your hands flat against his chest âthatâs exactly what it is.â sexual frustration totally didnât play a part at all.
So you tangled your hands in his brunette locks and peckered his neck then his lips
âWhatthefuckishappeningohmygodsheskissingmethisissohotâ
And then she stopped with a tug of his hair releasing a low whine from Benny as he opened his Green eyes âIf you actually want to take me up on my offer find me in the dark room, Iâm only having fun. Think you can do that pretty boy? Hm?â Benny nodded cheerfully She smirked and spon around on her heels and walked away.
Did Y/N just walk straight out of his wet dream or something?! Like I know yesterday Y/N was pretty Damn sexy in her flarely skirt that Benny was so sure she put on intentional to screw with his head but this was definitely a dream he had only a week ago.
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Somwhere along the line you woke up, not evil you but actual you and you spotted your friend tied up,
âwhat happened?! Are you alright?â You asked frantically concerned as you untied her âthereâs a evil copy of me and you going around terriorising people! I donât know whatâs going on but I think she knocked you out too!â That would explain the raging headache that got worse by the minute.
âI have to go tell Sarah and Ericaâ you thought.
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Frantic to find Sarah you scanned the halls as you tucked a strand of Y/H/C behind your ears and was certainly not looking where you were going and it became more certain when you bumped into a unknown force.
Benny flushed being met with you, except you lost the shorts and the leather jacket, but hey you did sport his favourite skirt on you âI knew it was intentional!â He muttered under his breath thinking aloud
âbennsâ are you okay? You look a little red and your shirt is all scrunched up..â you expressed with much concern for the boy âIâm fine, y/n. And if Iâm not Iâm still taking you up on your offer later and you can make me fine.â He grabbed your hand to politely shoo it away from his striped shirt as he winked
âoffer? What offer? Benny I need your help finding Sarah.â Benny tilted his head in confusion That word be the third time today you drive him around the bend in mind whipping mood Change,
you are a force of nature woman.
He was gonna flirt but he saw your expression and put his feelings aside for a moment âwhatâs wrong bunny?â His brows furrowed âthereâs these evil copies of me and (I forgot her name Iâm so sorry) walking around and theyâre planning on making way more! We need to stop them or who knows what theyâll do.â You pleaded with urgency.
âThat chick Ethanâs into? Wait you have a copy?â You nodded, deciding against telling Benny that she had a boyfriend right now as it wasnât the top priority going on right now.
Benny slumped, of course it wasnât you.
âBenny? Hello? Come on!â You grabbed his hand and went to find Sarah and Ethan, unknowing to how extra sweaty his hands were today as you interlaced your fingers together.
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âWhat in the Jenniferâs body is this bullshit? Youâre meant to be evil Me?â You scoffed eyeing her âitâs not like I give a fuck what you think honestly cause youâll be dead in a minute.â
âHoney youâre just another bad selfie gone wrong.â
A few minutes of bickering and fighting go by and you finally manage to tear the developed photo apart.
Sarah stormed into the bathroom after dealing with the other copy âare you okay?!â You nodded offering a Sympathetic smile âtotally shouldâve took that jacket before she vanished.â Sarah rolled her eyes reminding you of how she does it just like Ethan does and you both smiled.
âLetâs get you up.â She helped you from your position on the floor as you regained your breath and stood up.
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Now with school done you rejoined your favourite best friends as Rory, Sarah, Erica and Ethan walked ahead. Benny still looked distant and you couldnât help but notice it.
âHey Benny youâve been quiet all day, are you alright? I hope evil me didnât say anything mean to you, If she hurt you that wasnât me Iâd never do any like that.â
Benny for the first time after today looked you in the eyes again with a hitched breath I donât think heâll ever forget your hands on him, or your pillowy soft lips for that matter.
âShe didnât itâs just she said some thingsâŠâ you looked at him as he looked down âwhat did she say?â Her words played in his mind but he couldnât bring himself to repeat them so he shook it off ânevermind it doesnât matter, itâs stupid Iâm all good.â He forced a smile but you saw through it âhey.. you know evil Y/N rented go carts?â You tried cheer him up and knowing Benny it worked and automatically he was back to his old self âonly room for 2!â And with that you two scurried to front in giggles
Maybe things could be different now?
Ahhh Iâm sorry that was so short but I hope you like itđđ Iâm gonna proof read it later if I made any mistakes <33
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omg this is modern au and slightly cringe(??) but a your mom joke with James and he'd be like, 'my mother adores you?'
AAAAAA AHAHAHA I LOVE THIS!! tysm for requesting ivy!! đ„čđ„č
word count: 154
warnings: mention of semen? lmao?
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âwould peter parkerâs semen be webs?â
james looked at you, eyebrows raised in bewilderment. âexcuse me?â
âwould peter parkerâs semen be webs?â you repeated, repositioning yourself on your boyfriendâs lap. âseriously, would it? i mean, like, tobey maguireâs peter parker, the one whose webs come out of his actual body. if they come out of his wrists, would they come out of⊠you know, other places too?â
james shook his head, laughing, and kissed the top of your head. âyouâre such an idiot,â he joked.
you pouted, leaning against him. âyour mumâs such an idiot,â you grumbled.
james gasped in mock aghast. âhow could you say such a thing?! my mother adores you!â
âwell youâre supposed to adore me and you said it about me!â you argued.
âiâm sorry, pumpkin.â he kissed your forehead. âyouâre not an idiot. just a little silly sometimes.â
you smiled, nuzzling into him. âyour mumâs not an idiot either.â
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came here with a request cause honestly why tf not
Hear me out (Iâm so shit at explaining) but miles is gone for a while for a mission yup yup and then comes back and bunny was tryna get off and yea
okay so I am writing this, pairing it with another request I got similar to it! Itâll probably be done by Thursday night, ready to post (Iâm hoping) so keep your eyes peeled đ
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why do i kinda see bad idea right? with max đłđł
no cause i see it too đ do yâall want it cause i can totally write it (maybe i could add some spice as well) đđ¶ïž btw, hey anon! welcome to the anon club! what emoji/word are you? pls claim one â€ïž
EDIT: READ IT HERE.
EDIT: I HAVE DELETED THE POST AS I HAVE DECIDED THAT I WILL NOT WRITE FULL SMUTS ANYMORE. READ MORE HERE.
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Hii anon here I'm the one who asked you about the fiction of Joel ro write I just wanna thank you for considering it and take your time (Also plz hurry upđ om dying here) just kidding anyways I 2anna just say ir you could like make it slow burn if you could and maybe lik3 write10 chapters and then download (like post every 10chaps bcz I'm impatient (no pressure) love ya đ«¶
Hi anon!!! Oof đ
ten chapters is... A hefty ask... I really appreciate your faith and interest in my writing though! The people-pleaser inside me really wants to give you that, but I honestly don't know if I have that many chapters in me. I'm still working on my series The Key to Your Heart, and have at least 3 other (likely) series ideas rattling around in my noggin. Plus my normal human job đ
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but maybe I can try and give you one and see where it goes ? â€ïž I'm thinking of ideas, though.
Thank you for your support đ„șâ€ïž
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So I've read several smut fics about Bucky's first time after 70+ years but never a combination of these:
- touch starved Bucky, him begging the reader to touch him where he needs it the most
- him being iper sensitive, just a simple touch makes him whimper
- cumming a lot, reader can't even manage to suck him or stroke him properly
- still being hard after cumming several times
- he's just a moaning mess who needs attention, his metal hand isn't enough anymore
- his thrusts getting harder and deeper while he loses himself in the feeling, not even able to form a sentence
...could you please write something like this? If the f!reader and Bucky are friends, friends with benefits, in a relationship, how it starts, how it ends... it's up to you.
Wow. Here goes nothinâ BAHAHA.
Starved.
â ïžTW: NSFW, sub!touch-starved!bucky, dom!fem!reader, blowjob(m!receiving,) p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight overstimulation, cockwarming, Bucky being a touch starved and needy little thing, much more lol just read it
âïžSummary: You make Bucky cum for the first time(s) in over 70+ years. Your touch starved little baby.
đA/N: Thx for this request babie. I tried my very hardest to include everything in here! P.S: Iâve been a very busy person lately, which meant no time for writing. Iâm so very sorry! You guys sending in requests really motivates me though. <3 I even used some of your exact words if you look closely, anon ;)
You and Bucky had a relationship that was indescribableïżŒ. He was honest and open around you, which was something that nobody else could ever say. Wherever you were, so was he, and you didnât have a problem with that.Â
During the time youâve spent getting to know Bucky, youâve come to 2 conclusions; James Buchanan Barnes was a broken and damaged man, but that will never mean heâs any less worthy of love. You also noticed a certain desperation in him. The slightest touch would make him go rigid.
You can recall multiple occasions where youâd grab his hand, kiss his head, or simply pull him in for a hug and heâd be all flustered and glossy-eyed. Heâd beg you to do those things again. To touch him literally anywhere. It didnât matter where because to him, any sensation was a good sensation, just as long as it came from you.
Which led you to your second conclusion; Bucky was longing for touch. He was a touch starved, delicate, little thing that just needed to be taken care of. And you had no problem being the one to fulfill his needs.Â
As of right now, Bucky has made himself comfortable in your arms, eyelids shut and mouth agape as he indulges in your soft, delicate touch. Heâs on your lap and facing you, so you notice even the slightest twitches of his beautifully flushed face. Your fingertips slowly scratch at his scalp, and you feel him fall limp in your arms, as if heâd given himself up to you.
âl- I love that, y/n. please donât stop...â Bucky mumbles.Â
âwhen you touch me.. f-feels like mâ floating...â Bucky continues to babble and whimper from your simple movements. Heâs literally shaking in your lap, which makes your mind wander into filthy places. Youâre still awed about how the simplest touches from you make him go mad.
âyeah? feels good?â You ask quietly in response, and he nods his head yes. You feel subtle, but noticeable movements against the skin of your right thigh. His metal fingers were lightly tapping your thigh, as if he needed something to hold on to, to ground him here on earth so that his now ânormalâ headspace wouldnât become a fuzzy and floaty one.
âmy sweet boy..â you whisper to him, brushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear. He gives you a weary and desperate look in response, and you give him a soft kiss on the nose as an attempt to calm him down. You began to feel something on your thigh again, but it wasnât his metal fingers. You look down and see Bucky grinding against your thigh, whimpering and hyperventilating while doing so.
âf-fuck, I c-canât! need moreâŠâ Bucky whimpers, hot tears falling from his baby blue eyes. He was so frustrated that he could never do it for himself, it was humiliating for him. You know heâs tried to cum by himself, but his metal hand just wasnât enough. Poor little baby just couldnât get himself there, and he needed you to do it. You wipe his tears with your thumb and begin to shush him. He was stiff in his pants, and the fact that he was wearing his comfy gray sweats didnât make it any less obvious.
âshh⊠youâre okay James. What is it that you need, hm?â
Your voice was soft and delicate to his ears, which was something that Bucky appreciated. He was feeling so many things right now, it was all so overstimulating for him, but youâre sweet, sultry voice reminded him that he was okay.
âplease do something. anything! it hurts, y/n⊠make it stop, pleaseâŠâHe whimpered, avoiding your eyes. His cock was leaked and stained his sweats.
 His whimpers have gotten even more high pitched as heâs become more desperate for you. You palm him through his sweats which makes him jolt in your lap, practically screaming at the sensation. You havenât even touched him yet and heâs already so spent.
âget up, baby. gonna take care of you now.â You whisper to him. He gets off of you and sits on the edge of your shared bed as you get down on your knees in front of him. You take off his shirt and undo the drawstring to his sweats, taking them off along with his boxers. You stare at his body in awe. He was so beautiful, so ethereal. All his scars and bruises were so perfect in your eyes. Even that metal arm of his, the one that he would be insecure about from time to time. Your eyes trail down to his aching cock, loads of precum having spilled out from before.
You get up to kiss him on his adorably pink lips before coming back down to leave a trail of kisses down both his trembling thighs.
ây/n, please! Please touch my cock, I need you there!â Bucky yelps at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing his legs. Heâs so sensitive and whiny, just needing you to touch him where he needs it most. You hum in response and move up to his twitching cock. You plant a kiss on his tip, causing him to let out a gasp and buck his hips up towards you. You notice how stimulated and sensitive his cock is, which wasnât very surprising. His cock must be aching from being hard and not releasing for so long.
âyouâre so hard, sweet boy...let me know if itâs too much, okay?â You say before taking his red tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly. You make sure to make your movements slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm him. The moment your soft, moist lips wrap around him, you hear him stifle a pathetic whimper. When youâre halfway down his shaft, you begin play with his balls with one of your hands.
âkeep goin⊠please donât stop!â Bucky cries, both his hands gripping the sheets. You finally take his whole cock in your wet mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you go. Bucky had no idea such ecstasy existed; the feeling of your wet tounge on his sensitive cock was almost driving him mad. You could feel his poor cock pulsating in your mouth, which motivated you to continue your movements. You reach down into your shorts and rub yourself through your soaked panties. You didnât even notice how wet Buckyâs pathetic sobs and whimpers made you.
âf-fuck, y/n that's so good! feels so, so good! gonna make me c-cum!â Bucky continues to babble and cry, the poor little baby couldnât even manage to speak one complete sentence. He was literally finding it hard to breathe because of the way you were making him feel. This would be the first time in over 70 years since heâs last had an orgasm, so he could feel every little thing. Every flick of your tounge, the vibrations of your moans, the way your fingers fondled with his balls.Â
Buckyâs chest rises and falls as he pants heavily, shaking and trembling as he cums in your mouth, his cum painting the back of your throat. He didnât even notice how much he was cumming until he felt the cold air hit his sensitive cock after you let it out of your mouth. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you start to pump him. Loads of cum continue to spurt out of his cock in long white strings, coating your hand and his spasming thighs.Â
ây/n...canât stop..â Bucky whimpers wearily as he thrusts his hips rapidly into your fist. Â
âawh, canât stop cumming, sweet boy?â you coo at him, continuing to pump his spasming cock, milking him for all heâs got. His cock and your hand were now painted white with his cum. Once youâve pumped out the last of his creamy warm liquid, you sit next to him on the bed so you could check on him. He immediately falls into your arms, whimpering and babbling like a little baby.Â
âneed more..wan-wanna be inside you...please? please let me be inside you, i need it!â Bucky cried. Your sweet baby boy was sobbing, visibly frustrated because he still wasnât satisfied, and you didnât expect him to be after only one orgasm.
âshh, of course you can, baby. you can have anything you want.â you assure him, understanding how overwhelming this all must be for him. You take his hands in yours and kiss them, and an adorably pathetic whine escapes from him.
His precious eyes glistened, tears falling from them. He was so desperate for you; heâd probably take anything you gave him at this point. You take off your clothes before scooting back on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs for him. You smile at how Bucky just stares at you, eyes wide at the sight of your wet, glistening pussy. Â
âyou can touch me, yâknowâ Bucky's precious turquoise eyes narrow at your words, as if he wasn't certain this was real, as if none of this was, and he was merely dreaming of this euphoria he was experiencing right now. Before you knew it, heâs scrambling to get above you as he thanks you over and over again.
 His flesh fingers glide over your silky skin, traveling from your cheek, down to your neck, before hesitating over your boobs. His cheeks have become flushed, and you giggle softly at how adorable he is. You take his hand in yours and place them on your tender breast, and you watch at how his once flustered and shy expression became a hungry and erotic one.  You give him a soft kiss on his plush lips before gently grabbing his aching cock and aligning it with your entrance.
âmâ ready whenever you are, babyâ you coo. Bucky nods his head in response, and slowly enters you. He gasps at the sensation and remains motionless inside of you for some time as he tries to get used to the intense and overwhelming sensation of your warmth.
 âtoo much fâyou?â You ask him, more than willing to call it quits if he wanted to. Your main focus was to keep him comfortable. You only receive a breathy ânuh uhâ in response, and before you knew it, Bucky was pounding into you relentlessly. âBucky!â You moan blissfully, throwing your head back against your pillow, and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.
âf-fuck y/n, s-so warm! feels so good!â Bucky slurs as he continues to jackhammer into you, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around his cock sending him into overdrive. He buries his head into your neck, whimpering and whining for you.Â
You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks, which is something that Bucky couldnât get enough of. You were practically screaming at the way he thrusted in and out of you rapidly. Each time heâd thrust back into you, heâd hit that spot inside you that sends you right over the edge.
âBucky, youâre doing so well, making me feel so good!â you praise him. He rutted into you even harder at your praise. The sounds you were both making were those of a pornographic film, one you would definitely watch.
 Bucky was a pathetic, babbling mess for you, tears streaming down his face from how good you feel.
âm-my cock... s-so deep inside you...!â Your sweet boy was so pussy drunk; he couldnât form a complete sentence. His thrusts only got harder and deeper as he loses himself in your feeling. He sobbed, the thought of filling you with every last drop of his cum making his balls tighten.Â
âfuckfuckfuck, so close! can I please cum in you? can i? want to cum in you, y/n! I need it!â Bucky pleaded as he continued railing into you balls deep like a savage animal.Â
âGo on, sweet baby. cum in me, fill me up.â You say between heavy pants. Your back arches, your hips meeting his as you chase your own orgasm. Buckyâs mind went blank as he released his load into you, his cock pulsating extremely fast in your pussy, which in turn makes you cum right after him. He never stopped his thrusts into your now sensitive and fucked out pussy.
âJames, too much okay? mâ sensitive..ââ you mumble shakily, trying to recover from that intense orgasm you just had.Â
 âplease, y/n.. one more, just feels so good..â
 You nod your head, giving him permission to cum a second time. You tried to pay no mind to how overstimulated you are as Bucky begins to fuck you into the bed, chasing his orgasm for the third time today. He gripped your hips and angled you so he could get deeper inside you.Â
You scrunch your face in discomfort at the almost unbearable sensations you were feeling, but the pain quickly subsided into an undeniable pleasure. Your legs begin to tremble around Buckyâs waist, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.
Bucky leaned down to bury his face in your neck again, and you felt hot tears fall onto your skin. He wanted to scream out-- his third orgasm was only seconds away, but he couldnât manage any words. Only broken and pathetic whimpers came from him, as he railed in and out of you, over and over again, neither of you caring how overstimulated you were. An intense shiver runs down your spine and through your body. You almost couldnât take it anymore, the feeling of his swollen cock hitting your g-spot making you lose all control,
âfuck Bucky, gonna make me cum again!â You wail. You can feel that heâs close too, his cock twitching madly inside your velvety walls. Bucky lets out the most broken and pathetic cry as he bites your shoulder, making you wince slightly.
ây/n..feels so good, feels so fucking good..â Bucky cries softly in between thrusts. âf-fuck! mâ gonna cum inside you again!â
âgo ahead, baby. mâ right behind you..â You whisper as you stare at his beautifully fucked out face, nearing your orgasm as well. His thrusts become sloppier and more desperate as he cries out for you.
 You watch Buckyâs eyes roll back as his warm cum fills you up. You follow after him, pussy fluttering around his pulsating shaft. Your liquid drips out your pussy and onto the bed. He thrusts in you balls deep a few more times before falling limp on top of you, cock still buried inside you.Â
You and Bucky were both too exhausted to move as you lay there panting heavily. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing begins to even out slowly.
âthat was so.. you made me feel so-â Bucky tries to speak, but only manages to make a few words come out. You kiss his head softly, and he sighs contently as you continue to play with his hair.Â
âyou did so well, Jamie...â You praise him before looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside you.
âcome on, Buck. Itâs getting late. letâs clean up, okay?âÂ
Bucky shakes his head no at your words as he buries his face deeper into your neck.Â
âdonât wanna pull out just yet. you feel so warm..â Bucky mumbles, pulling the covers over the both of you. He was already exhausted from cumming all those times today, and the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair ever so softly made him even more sleepy. Just this once you would make the exception of sleeping on sheets this dirty. If it were anyone else you would have refused immediately.Â
âokay love, weâll stay here for a while then.â you coo at him, shifting slightly and relaxing in the position you were in. Bucky lets out the cutest little yawn, and a few moments after, begins to softly snore. You stay there, watching your little baby looking the most peaceful youâve ever seen him.
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JAMES POTTER | JOINT SCHEDULE
request. : Hey can you do some more ice hockey player James imagines? I love them sm! â@prongsbandit
sum. : you booked the university's ice rink to practice your routine for an upcoming competition but so did the university's ice hockey team, whose captain screwed up the timings
g. : fluff ; modern au ; ice hockey player james ; figure skater reader ; shy reader ; university au ; jock james potter ; supportive figure skating coach ; supportive hockey team
length : 1.6k
In preparation for an upcoming figure skating competition, you were dedicated to getting in as much practice as possible. Thankfully, you were able to book the university ice rink for two months in the lead up to the competition. Your regular practice sessions were every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday for five in the late afternoon until seven. It was a bit excessive but you wanted to win. Many of your friends view you as someone sweet and docile but also hard working and quite the perfectionist. What they donât realise is how competitive you can be behind the scenes. Everytime you cancel plans, you usually excuse yourself with the âIâm busyâ reasoning that your close friends readily accept, believing that you were working through papers and research articles for uni classes when, in actuality, you were spending time in the rink.Â
Today, you had brought with you your portable stereo to go through the routine with the music over and over again, gradually perfecting the appearance of your more grandiose moves as well as the sequence of your steps on the ice. It felt good being at this stage of your development, the entirety of your routine has been choreographed already and had been revised by your coach, who suggested some minor changes but approved it overall â you knew what you were doing, it was just the case of perfecting things now, something you were talented at and even enjoyed.Â
The main focus for todayâs session was the polishing of the big jumps and ambitious spins of your routine. It was a little tiresome and you donât believe youâd be able to cover all of them for this session but you never really expected to in the first place. Your only saving grace was that you had some time to apply light makeup earlier in celebration for the new figure skating set you were gifted by your parents. It was an all black set that paired a sleek skort with a long sleeved turtle neck top that had lacing to decorate the open back and thumb holes in the sleeves as the hem reached half way up your palms. You liked feeling pretty in practices, it always helped to encourage your self-confidence so there was always a little spike in your performance. The praises of your supervising coach was all you needed to confirm this fact.Â
âBrilliant, my girl! Again!â Vera sang her high praises from the stands and helped you control the music whenever you wanted to repeat a particular part of the choreo. For this routine, you had settled for something more elegant and based the choreography around the âWaltz of the Flowersâ by Tchaikovsky. The soundtrack made you miss the time you did ballet until you were fifteen before eventually falling in love with figure skating. A lot of your routines tend to be based around the elegance of ballet in addition to the complicated turns, spins and jumps that encompassed figure skating; your coach, Vera, loved how you were able to combine both sports in such a seamless way.Â
The music kept playing even after you had repeated the skid spiral so you naturally flowed into rehearsing more of your choreo, allowing muscle memory and the music to guide you over the ice as you subconsciously waited for Vera to pause the music and ask you to repeat something that didnât look quite right. Polishing up the routine was filled with more critiques than any stage of creating your final performance so your anticipation for Vera to pause the music, repeat a move and provide additional tips lingered in the back of your mind as you flawlessly spiralled into one of your most difficult spins â a one-handed beillman.Â
âBeautiful Beautiful!â Vera praised, clapping as you gradually spun out of the position before abandoning the routine and grinning widely to yourself, proud and giddy for finally nailing the transition and spin.Â
âVera!â you shout across the ice and over the music, cheering with your fists raised to the air in victory, âI did it!â It was then when you realised that Veraâs clapping was accompanied with an entire audience of applause and your panicked eyes fell upon a grinning hockey player standing beside your coach, behind them was a team of hockey players, some whistling and whooping in between their applause.Â
As you tried to catch your breath and suppress your bashfulness, you gathered that Vera had neglected to reply to the soundtrack to discuss something with the hockey player, and so, it seems that the entire hockey team just saw a glimpse of your routine. Eventually, Vera paused the music and motioned you over, looking to discuss something.Â
âWh-whatâs wrong?â you ask upon reaching the sidelines, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves as you avoided the hockey playerâs eyes. He was dressed in most of his equipment, only missing his headgear, and was sporting the dopiest grin on his face.
âIt appears as though the university hockey team had booked the rink to practise for a match happening early next week, however, there was some miscommunication over the timings and schedules,â you furrow your brows as Vera explains the situation before shyly glancing up at the hockey player beside her, who had unruly dark curls and glimmering hazel eyes behind a pair of cute glasses. It seems your simple acknowledgement of him was enough to prompt his self introduction.Â
âIâm James,â he reaches out his gloved hand for you to shake, quickly taking it back to rip of his glove off before reaching to shake your hand once again, âJames Potter, Captain of the Hockey team,â behind him the rest of the hockey players wave at you, some with friendly grins and others sporting a mischievous smirk as they regard their captainâs behaviour around you, âVera explained that you were practising for a competition and also booked the rink in advance but since you got here early, weâll put the decision to you,â
You raised a brow and tilted your head slightly, prompting him to continue, âmake a decision on what?â
âOn whether to kick us out and continue your practice or finish your practice early and allow us to have the rink for drills exercises and plays,â James finished, grinning at you with no malice and insinuating that he wouldnât hold any ill-will over either outcome.Â
âOh!â your cheeks heat up under his warm voice, amiable manner, pretty eyes and charming dimples and you couldnât help but stare for a moment before eventually shaking your head and giving him your resolve, âIâd be happy to give you the rink, Iâve covered a lot of ground already so I donât mind,â Jamesâs smile reaches his eyes once more and he nods.Â
âYou heard the lady boys, what do we say?â he shouts back to his team, his voice commanding attention and is as firm as his build, encouraging an ensemble of âthank youâs to sound from behind him, âThank you very much,â James finishes and nods to his boys, signalling them to set up the rink and get ready for practice while you also take the time to shake off your nerves and walk off the ice, where James greets you once more.
âI hope you have a good and productive practice,â you wish him and offer a warm smile, your heart finally settled down to a semi-heightened beat. Heâs really quite handsomeâŠyou think to yourself but quickly look away to, again, keep from staring too long.Â
âThank you and thanks again for letting us have the rink,â James takes your hand and lifts your knuckles to his lips â an act of gratitude that has a dangerous heat creeping up your neck to occupy your cheeks once more, âyouâre very beautiful on the ice, by the way. Iâm sure youâll smash it at the competition, your competitors donât stand a chance,â the two of you share pleasantries and more smiles before you finally make your way to the locker rooms to change with a straighter back and a lighter heart.Â
What an encounter.Â
âShe practises every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday from 5 to 7pm,â Vera says out of nowhere as she approaches James, who stares off to where you had disappeared.Â
âIâm sorry?âÂ
A stone cold look crosses over Veraâs face, âavoid those times at all costs,â she warns, her russian accent suddenly thick and intimidating, âmy student doesnât need any distractions,â the statement makes James raise a brow in question, âher competition is on the 14th November, held in the city community rink, and it starts at noon, donât be late,â
Suffice to say, James wasnât late to your competition, in fact, he was early and he brought the entire hockey team with him to support you. You won second place but felt like a gold medalist when the hockey team hollered the loudest for you at the awarding ceremony and lifted you onto their shoulders with the congratulatory flowers James brought you in your arms and your silver medal around your neck. To return the favour, you attended their next hockey game and made sure to shout the loudest whenever their team scored and eventually when their team won the match.
âWhen do you think our captainâs finally gonna grow some balls and ask out his ice skating ballerina?â Sirius whispers to his taller brunette friend.
âLet them take their time,â Remus replies, the two staring as James throws his arm over your shoulders and you wrap your own around the back of his waist, âeveryone already thinks their dating anyway so theyâll get it eventually,â
âWait! So theyâre not actually dating yet?â Peter asks with a surprised face as the other two laugh, âBut I swear I saw them kissing by the locker rooms before the game earlier!â
a/n : i know nothing about ice skating or ice hockey but i tried my best! i'm sorry if this is not very realistic. i also hope that the request was fulfilled to a satisfactory standard despite the long wait, i'm really sorry for that by the way (âłĐâł) nevertheless, i tried my best and i hope this made you happy, darling, thank you for the cute request (ÉË Âł(ËâŁËc)
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i swear glasses are the sluttiest thing a guy could wear
could you write about the reader getting turned on by charlesâ new glasses đ«Ł
hope that u like sweet đ
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May I request some earth 42 miles x cheerleader reader (highschool or college) miles overhears a jock wanting to ask her out or do something mean to her ( your choice) and gets protective maybe a little jealous because reader looks good in her cheer skirt
ofc! let me do it rn
pairing: e!42 myles x black!fem!reader
warnings: cursing, use of n word so black peeps only đ€·đżââïž
a/n: this is my second time doing it. last time I wrote it it didnât save so it was all gone đ
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you were in a corner practicing your moves. since you were a flyer you had to look good in the air with no mess ups yk?
you were basically going over the counts.
â1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8â
until-
âhey.â
âoh, hi.â
âi saw you practicing and i thought you was pretty.â
âoh thanks.â
myles usually hangs out with you during practice. sitting on the bleachers, watching, and also hyping you up. unfortunately, he was late. until the doors of the gymnasium opened.
he opened the door to see you talking with a guy. he was pissed and thought this nigga gonâ get beaten the fuck up.
he started pacing towards you. you were trying not to laugh because the way he was speed walking was killing you đđđđ
anyway, he quickly pulled up and said
âhey mami, whatâs up?â
ânothing.â
âso, anyway, do you wanna go on a date or something?â
âit better be âor somethingâ because sheâs my girlfriend nigga.â
âdamn nigga, alr. call me later boo.â he was them weird guys đ
and he walked away thinkin he got swag
âboo? call me later?â
âmyles i swear i didnât give my number to him.â
âmhm.â
âthe fuck you mean âmhmâ pendejo.â
ânothin.â
âyouâre jealous!â
âno im not.â
âthe myles morales is jealous!â
ânot too loud.â
he really didnât want to admit it xd
âif i bought you chipotle would you be better?â
âyea.â
so, you got myles to admit he was jealous and bought food for him bc your a good gf đ€
no man will ever talk to you again after that.
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â heavy lifting
sub!gym buddy!changbin x dom!personal trainer!reader | 8.1k words
⥠⊠sequel to uplifting
After Changbinâs gotten too comfortable around the gym, you needed to remind him of his place. Youâre his significant other, sure, but youâre still his personal trainer â and his training is only getting even more personal.
â„ gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics). smut. fluff. established relationship. pure porn, no plot.Â
â„ bratty perv changbin. petnames âbaby,â âcoach,â ârat,â and âbunâ/âbunny,â semi-public unprotected sex, anal creampie (reader receiving), fingering (changbin receiving), strength kink (headlock), no specifics about y/nâs physiqueâbut y/n is strong.
đ happy new year bitch!!! i finally fucking finished The self-indulgent fic!!! header art by ME! otherwise, enjoy!
18+ only. minors do not interact.
You and your client â now boyfriend â Changbin were getting ready to go to the gym. Staring at your bathroom mirror together, he flexed his arms as he hugged you close to his body.
One look at the man and you can tell heâs changed.
Heâs far from the man you met a year ago, the boy with a thick build that shyly signed you up as his personal trainer. He used to close his big body into itself every time he wasnât trying to impress you. Shy as he was with you, his crush, Changbin was also confident whenever he had the opportunity to try and make you swoon.
Now that he got you in his arms, you all his and him all yours, heâs a lot more toned now and a lot more open.
You got very clear glimpses of his personality at the gym, but dating him officially was like opening a gate and welcoming yourself into his colorful world. It didnât take too long to find out that he works as a lifestyle journalist, but it took many months more to find out that his side gig is working as a talent manager for some small-time DJ named CB or something. Whoever that guy is, your boyfriend claims that heâs just as shy as your coworker Chris, hence why he doesnât show up often.
Changbin opened up more of his life to you just as you gave lots of your life to him. Every date extended from the gym to the cafe next to it, from fancy restaurants in each of your hometowns to humble home-cooked dinners at either his or your apartments. He stutters less and heâs more giggly around you, while youâre definitely not your usual strict self when it comes to cuddles in his bed.
You two allowed your lives to meld into each other and bond, mix in, and create one shared universe that you can both breathe in. He loved you and you loved him and that never seems to end anywhere.
But it all starts at the gym, you figured, and it always goes back there; he hasnât signed out of being your client and technically still pays you to help him work out.
âY/N,â he said with a smile on his face. âWait first, please? Iâm not ready to go to the gym yet.â
You raised an eyebrow at him and struggled to look back as his arms engulfed you. âFirst time Iâve ever heard that from you. Why?â
Changbin is always more than eager to go to the gym, so the request set you back. He giggled and you could feel his chest pump against your back. He smiled at your figure in the mirror.
âWhat are you plotting?â You squinted your eyes back at his reflection. Changbin smiled dumbly in response.
You almost asked again until he leaned down to kiss your cheek from the side. It wasnât a peck at all, his lips solidly planted on the apple of your cheek for a bit longer than two seconds, and it ended with an audible smooch at the pucker of his lips.
âHeh. I love you, bun.â
The smile on his face returned bigger and brighter. His cheeks heated up and his ears turned incredibly red at his own actions even if he was supposed to leave you melting; well, you were, definitely relaxing in the hold of his biceps at the simple display of affection.
But youâre stronger than him, at least emotionally, and he knows that.
âThat was it?â You faked dissatisfaction in your tone and it turned him back into the shy guy you met a year ago. âGonna delay your gym appointment for just a little kiss?â
His eyes didnât leave your figure in your bathroom mirror. Changbinâs body heated up and you could feel every bit of him collapse slightly as he stared at your face.
To him, youâre still as handsome and as pretty as the time he met you, if not significantly more beautiful now than ever. Even when you were intimidating.
âI donât think my coach minds if Iâm late,â he attempted a smirk.
Changbin grabbed your wrists with a swiftness and held them against your back. Holding them with two hands, he made sure that you were unable to separate your arms, teasing you with one of his strength displays.
âCoach probably wouldnât mind, especially when theyâre late too.â
He wasnât just planning on locking your hands there. He was feeling bold and you could feel it in the strong hold of his hands against yours.
But youâre physically stronger than he is.
You raised your arms and his hands together over your head, catching Changbin off-guard, twisting your wrists and your body so that you finally faced him. With his hands in the air, you grabbed him by his wrists this time, holding your shocked boyfriendâs hands together and slamming his frozen body against the wall.
You had his hands over his head, locking him in a far more vulnerable position. A blush ran through the apples of his cheeks and painted his ears red. He looked most delicious with his eyes wide open, mouth hung ajar, and pretty little head racing endlessly with thoughts.
âAnd what makes you think your coach would excuse this unnecessary tardiness?â You asked him with an ear-to-ear grin and half-lidded eyes.
âIâm not saying theyâdâŠallow itâŠâ Changbin bit his bottom lip for a second to ease his stammering. âIâm saying I donât mind the punishment.â
You chuckled at his weak response. âWhereâd you get this boldness?â
âFrom you, bun.â
You leaned in impossibly closer to his face, tightening the grip on his wrists. Your thumbs massaged the peaks of his palms as your gaze drilled into Changbin for making moves that you never thought heâd do. The man felt so much smaller under you, his biceps clenching suddenly at the tense atmosphere that he initiated.
You stepped away, releasing his hands, and softly smiled. âBinnie, you owe me a hearty dinner tonight.â
Changbin blinked. âIs that my punishment?â
âYes and no,â you tapped his bicep and squeezed at his muscles. Your sultry voice returned briefly. âWhy, do you want more?â
Changbin nodded almost a little too quickly to be subtle.
You turned around to face away from him and smirked.
âHow about we go to the gym and find out?â
The trip on the way to the fitness center went on as it usually did, full of banter and tight hand-holding. Your boyfriend was extra giddy in the driverâs seat â he insisted on driving â and seemed way too excited for something just a little less special than a date. After all, this was your work, and heâs still your client.
That didnât stop him from wanting to be yours for a day.
You both greeted Chris, your coworker, and Changbinâs right-hand man, and Minho, Changbinâs left-hand devil. They were both sparring until you two entered the picture. After handshakes and smiles, they noticed the subconsciously possessive hand of yours snaking around your boyfriendâs back.
They always had knowing grins and your boyfriend always looked like a bullied little dog whenever they teased him.
Whatever it was between you or the two friends, you shrugged it off and headed to the semi-private training room that Changbin liked. It was a four-walled room full of mirrors and equipment, almost always reserved for you and him, your personal training all upgraded to something much more personal now that everyone in the gym knew the both of you.
Shutting the door behind you, your boyfriend let out a giggle. You turned to see him hiding a smile with a dumb look on his face as if he was aching to tell you a joke. You lightly tapped his cheek and he shrugged it off with a downturned smile.
âAnyway, silly boy, weâre here to work out your upper body and arm strength,â you headed over to set up the equipment, yet Changbinâs eyes wouldnât stop following your figure as you spoke. You could feel the stare right onto your ass, his favorite part of your body, and it felt nasty yet comfortably familiar.
âBinnie, please pass me theââ
âHmmâŠâ Changbin crossed his arms, pretending to stand inattentively.
You blinked. Tapped your shoe to grab his attention. Nothing worked, and your boyfriend â your client â just looked at his reflection in the mirror, biting back a grin with sharp teeth.
âBin?â You called out to him. âBaby.â No response. âBun, bunny.â The eyes that were once on your ass seemed to look away, settling for your impending reaction.
âSeo Changbin.â
He whipped his head your way, feigning surprise, but you didnât miss the way the corners of his lips turned upwards for a split second. He loved hearing his name, loved it so goddamn much that heâd tease you this way just to hear it fall from your lips, no matter how stoically you called him. If it meant that you would succumb just to say his full name, a sign that you were his, then that meant he won in his own book.
âMhmm? Oh right, whatâd you say?â
If he was going to play some stupid game again, you were definitely catching on, and you were going to fucking win it.
âPut the bench down here.â
Changbinâs ears were impossibly red again at the sternness of your voice, but he scoffed, appearing like the overconfident self that he wanted to be to you. He grabbed the bench, sure, but he hovered it just above the spot you wanted him to place it on.
âI said put it down.â
He dropped the bench down with a loud thud. His eyes shifted back and forth between you and his pathetic reflection in the mirror.
You smirked at yourself after watching his natural obedience shine past his antics. âHow about we try something?â
Changbin shook off his nervousness to listen to your inquiry.
âPlank with me underneath.â Your voice was stern, eyes all strict on his figure; if an outsider was watching, they wouldnât know that you were looking at your very own boyfriend.
He merely scoffed in response.
âExtra bossy today, huh?â Changbin smirked at you, the shit-eating grin leaving your heart burning.
Youâve seen that smile before: he flashed that smirk often, teasing you especially whenever he sent you mirror selfies from his apartment with suggestive follow-up voicemails. It made you laugh every single time how tough he tried to look, flexing whatever muscle he wanted and texting like he was going to ruin you; only to look like a piece of dumb melted mess whenever you teased back with the promise of breaking his cock.
And now, of all times, you couldnât back down. âOf fucking course. Arenât you forgetting whoâs boss?â
Changbin wiggled an eyebrow, knowing he was pushing exactly the right buttons. âYou already know.â
âI donât care. Remind me who your personal trainer is,â you sternly said.
A whisper left his lips. âIt wasnât supposed to be you,â he subtly said, but you unfortunately picked up on it.
The dark stare you gave him was all he needed to realize what he had done, mouthing âoh shit.â All he could do now was expect you to double down on whatever you were already doing.
He fucked up, pushing the one last button too early â but he loved that he did, and maybe you did, too.
âWhoâs your trainer?â You walked behind his figure on the weight bench. The reflection of your menacing stance in the mirror in front of Changbin left him nervous, his heart skipping a beat as he watched you trace a hand down his back.
You grabbed him: one hand pushing his upper back down while the other hugged his hips upwards. With full force, you caught your boyfriend off-guard by making him fall on all fours on the bench in one singular motion.
âWho is it?â You reiterated, ignoring the long whine that escaped him.
ââŠY-You, babe. I-ItâsâŠyouââ The words left his mouth all chopped up in stutters.
âI need a name.â
âY/N,â Changbin whimpered before biting his lips to smile again.
âSeo Y/N.â
If he hadnât pushed enough, then he did now. It was your job to tease but he was catching on. âDonât play with me.â
âYou know you l-like it. You love my nameââ
His response earned him a sudden and firm slap on his ass. The boy cried out, his smile replaced by a scrunched face, his giggle replaced by a full moan.
âFilthy little gym brat,â you hissed.
You grabbed a fistful of his curly hair, forcing him to stare up at your reflection in the mirror alongside his pre-fucked-out face. âThatâs what you are. Some dumb little workout junkie who thinks of nothing but their trainerâs ass.â
Changbin subtly turned his head in an attempt to look at your actual face. âYouâd do the same if I was your trainer.â
âThatâs what you think, rat.â You spanked his ass again, this time allowing it to sting through his thin shorts. âAt least Iâm not a weak little submissive toy of a man like you.â
He whimpered again, this time sounding pained. You thought it was from the spank itself but immediately figured that he was attempting not to leak precum in his shorts. His cock strained against his pants painfully. How cute.
âY/N! Please, please!â Changbin hissed.
In a twisted attempt to worsen his situation, you sneaked your hand under his shorts to grope one of his ass cheeks, your nails digging into the spank mark. âPlease what?â
âF-FuckâŠâ He attempted to speak straight, holding back drool from spilling out of his mouth by biting his lips back. He stared at you through the mirror with glossy eyes. The hearts in his pupils shined through his bangs, affecting you as if they were aphrodisiacs.
âPlease fuck me?â
Without a doubt, his bratty antics were getting to you, but you merely smirked back at him. The same grin he flashed you earlier now pasted on your face, mirroring everything he did from the ego boost down to the annoying scoff that left his mouth. Only yours was more sadistic, infuriating, yet all sorts of hot and addicting.
Changbin anticipated your response, the brattiness leaving him, faux fear inching close to his heart.
âDo you really think you deserve that?â
He tried to whine but nothing could escape his mouth. He was incredibly hard and his poor little fat dick couldnât take it anymore. Maybe if he didnât rush his flirtatious antics before you two got into the gym, he wouldâve changed into looser shorts that could actually give his cock some breathing room.
Whatâs worse is that you probably knew this but never gave him â nor his cock â the mercy to breathe.
Changbin settled on shaking his head, his scalp stinging a little from the hold of your hand on his curls. At his response, you forcibly let go of the hand, pushing his head down slightly, making his head bow in painful humiliation.
A delicious whimper made its way out of his mouth.
âIâm here to train you,â you said, your other hand still firm on his ass, âI will train you to be patient, hmm? Iâm not your partner now.â
You squeezed his ass one last time before removing your hand from his shorts. âIâm your coach for now, youâre my client, yeah? Iâll fuck you if youâve been good enough.â
Changbin simply nodded his head eagerly. You chuckled darkly, impressed at your bratâs sudden obedience.
âNow, where were we?â You slapped your palms on his round and bouncy pecs. âOh right.â
You got on your knees down to meet his eye level, him elevated as he was supported by the bench. You looked like you could kiss him, or if he stood up then you would suck him off, or maybe eat his ass in that position â but you simply grinned, laying down with your back to the floor and front facing up under Changbin.
âDo a bench plank with me underneath. One minute and thirty seconds. Go.â
Poor guy had the most agonizing minute and a half of his life.
The sight of you, winning at the game he set, and teasing him with the nastiest curl of your dark smile left him struggling when he usually never did. He couldâve gone on for possibly two minutes or more, he never tested the limit, but maybe he hit it when he was forced to stare at you.
âThirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two.â The husky timbre of your voice rang in his head as you counted the seconds down, a daunting timer right underneath him. He couldnât believe himself, that he tried to become an annoying brat â and he never expected such a return.
But what was he supposed to expect from you â the partner he bagged through fucking in the very same gym he was struggling to work out in.
Changbinâs cock was straining, raging boner only ever getting harder while staring at you and your body that he loved so much. He couldnât say a word, mutter a single word of worship even if he wanted to; he was still keeping up the act, refusing to succumb to the game he was still trying not to lose.
Maybe he already did, but heâs stubborn, just as you found him out to be.
âFifty. Fifty-one, fifty-twoâŠâ
Flowing through his popping veins, his blood heated up his entire body when he was just planking, a simple warm-up exercise, as he fell into the pit of disbelief that you held the reigns and all the power even while being physically under him. He felt humiliated, less than the confident man he wanted to be, feeling smaller and significantly less strong than he actually was.
âEighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nineâŠâ
At some point, he felt like giving up, like bucking his elbows and letting go of the bench. That unfortunately meant that he would drop onto your body and crush you, losing the game and, more importantly, hurting you.
It was beyond a game at that point. His nerves were fighting themselves, he wanted to cum, to drop onto your hips and just be fucked by your body. He was so ready to admit defeat, but he couldnât at the cost and real fucking risk of crushing you.
Crushing the body he so loved. The collection of parts that made up the whole that is you, the one he fell in love with. The curves and sharp edges that framed your plush skin and contours, the hairs that grow in directions that flatter you. Thereâs something in the way the sight of your body places him in a trance; perhaps because it is the very body that houses the person he loves, his coach, the one who loves him, the one who knows how to love him. And god, you were strong, strong enough to bear his weight, but his anxiety boiled all the way down his crotch.
Canât crush the body he loves.
He didnât want that. Of course, you wouldnât want that. He shut his eyes and listened to your voice instead of the thought. His sweat dropped from his forehead and neck down to your cheek, making you chuckle. The lightness of your laugh relieved him a little, but also made him harder, his hips wishing to line up against yours.
Of course, you noticed. Of course, you knew how badly he wanted you. You pulled your knee up and brushed it against his crotch.
âOne hundred!â
Changbin yelled loudly at the action and your last count, failing to realize that he had gone ten seconds past a minute and a half. He tensely let go of the bench, only to catch himself painfully with his elbows and propping his body just inches above yours.
He flinched more at the fact that you barely flinched rather than the last-minute save down on your body.
âGood job, Binnie. You went beyond the time limit!â
Cock aching between his legs, Changbin resisted to call for a restroom break as he knew you wouldâve humiliated him. He would want that, but not in the way he truly needed. He craved your validation in the form of proper disciplining, wishing to bring out that side of you, his coach.
But lord was your praise music to his ears.
If he had a tail, heâd be wagging it then.
The workouts went on for what seemed like hours of agony and his cock wouldnât soften at all.
He did more reps on the pulldown machine than usual. It didnât help that you hovered over him with your ass just above his hips as his back ached and arched at each pull. He looked beautiful, *fuckable,*especially when he complained slightly about doing another set at your command.
âAnother?â
âWhy, canât do it?â
âWhat if I said noââ
You pulled the bar down with his arms in a sudden burst of strength, stretching his entire upper body, making Changbin groan so loud it mightâve echoed beyond the private room.
âYouâre doing it anyway, thatâs a demand.â
Then he got on the bench press while you hovered over his crotch. You counted the reps as he tried to focus on the heavy barbells. Your ass teased him, luscious hips just above his own in a way that made him feel like throwing the weights and pushing you down on his cock instead.
Turns out that wait is more tiring than weights.
Then you commanded him to use the sit-up machine while your lips were dangerously close to his every time he curled up. Then you took him to the chest press and forced him to stare at you, not your ass in the mirror behind him. Every single other exercise felt like another lap down the circles of hell.
He also did elevated push-ups on the bench as you sat on his lower back. The tease of your ass against the back of his hips drove him insane.
You spanked his ass again and he almost came then and there.
He was heaving, not just from the muscle soreness, but also from the thought that you could just fuck his ass in this position if you could â but alas, you held it over his head, and he was just a âfilthy fucking gym brat.â
You could feel your veins popping as he smirked at you upon accomplishing his last set, only to feel satisfaction when he ducked his head and pouted when you raised an eyebrow at him.
âDonât get too cocky, rat.â Your hand found his right bicep and held the firm, exhausted muscles.âHow about I check your progress, hmm?â
A finger ran across the grooves of his shoulder blades and defined collarbones. âOh, this rat did so well after all.â You ran your knuckles against the firm skin, feeling his biceps flex under your bones. Changbin shuddered at the touch, affecting him mentally and physically.
But god was your lovely voice making it so much worse. âBody got so much prettier.â
So was your teasing. âAnd youâre still so eager.â
You pointed straight at his erection while your other palm squeezed his strong forearm. He hated the teasing, or loved it; he isnât too sure. Before he could say anything, feel the humiliation creep in for being a huge pervert, you bent down â and intentionally showed the curvature of your ass â to pick up a bottle.
âDoes my baby want a treat?â You offered the treat in the form of a bottle of his favorite energy drink, still all cold even after being sat on the floor throughout the entirety of the workout.
The boy was thirsting, sure, but he wanted to quench a different kind of thirst. If the short yet thick tent on his crotch was any indication, then it was the darkened gaze that suddenly flickered in his eyes when he stared at you.
âNo.â
A bratty side was returning and you hated that same lopsided smile on his small, puffy mouth.
âI want Y/N.â
You fiercely grabbed him by his cheeks, pinching your thumb and index finger down onto the softness of his cheeks. Your boyfriendâs luscious lips puckered at the pressure, but he tried to look less cute in your hands with a little tinge of failure.
âDemanding now, are we? Youâre gonna have to train more if you think you deserve me.â You dug your nails harder into the skin of his cheeks. âWhat are we here for again?â
No response. Your nails sunk in more, making your boyfriend whimper. âAnswer me.â
âTraining.â
You let go. âGood. Training for?â
âM-My body.â
âYes,â your voice softened. âFor your pretty body.â You felt up his muscles, fingers walking across the thin fabric of his shirt and dancing around his firm, sweating skin. The threads were cool due to his sweat yet his skin was warm under your touch, the blood of a full-body blush creeping just within his veins, flesh reddening where itâs most sensitive â which is everywhere your hands graced.
âSuch a glorious thing. So thick. So firm. So smooth, so beautiful.â Fallen into a trance at your warm words and touching, Changbin grew lightheaded, losing sense of thought almost completely even if he was feeling all sorts of emotions at once.
With a dark voice, you asked him an important question. âMy baby worked out so well. But youâre missing something, why are you really here?â
Everything had to be mustered up for him to even reply. âTo beâŠa good boy.â
Dumbing down, he felt his head spinning at your touch. He couldnât form full sentences as he grew dumb, but he tried, and you could feel him trying. He still wanted to impress you but you had him drunk on the thought of you.
At this point, his poor cock had been edged past his record limit, but he hadnât backed down to rub one out even in the private room with you.
Even if he wanted to. God, it would be nice, being sat with his back laid flat on the bench while your glorious ass cheeks bounced on his fat cockâ
âI donât think weâre done though.â
Feeling the grooves of his well-carved muscles, relishing in the subtle instinctive flexes, you felt a burn inside your heart just above the chest. Changbin was shaking ever so slightly, judged by the mere touch of your fingertips, a lovely little tactile feeling all contrasted with the flaming intent of your actions.
âI want more from you. How much can you lift again?â
Dryness caught itself in Changbinâs throat. âM-More thanâŠ130 kilosâŠâ
âHow about we see whoâs stronger?â
âBabyââ Realizing how deep your pupils seemed to drill themselves into him, he changed terms of endearment. âCoach, what do you mean?â
âI lift you, then you lift me. Letâs see whoâs stronger then. Got it?â
The matter-of-factly tone of voice and hands on your own hips got Changbin reeling. He especially loved seeing your displays of strength, something you were ironically subtle about even as his own trainer.
Is it bad that he got more excited to watch you outdo him than to prove you wrong? He hadnât realized yet, but he was losing his own game.
This gym session was going overtime.
âYou gotta be stronger than me to pass.â
Squatting before him, you looked up at him with shiny eyes as you readied yourself to carry your big boy.
He thought he would look unattractive from the lower angle however you digressed. His tummy became more apparent, one of your favorite parts of his body, alongside his ass.
It was no secret that the both of you were obsessed with each otherâs bottoms. He wanted yours in a way that a hungry man would want to savor the food heâd finally get. You wanted to finger his as if his plump, round, and firm cheeks werenât an invitation to be violated.
Maybe you should finger him.
Maybe youâd do it after lifting him off the ground.
âHolyâwoah, Y/N, woah woah! Put me down!â
âAh. Wonât put you down for a minute, I kind of like the heaviness.â You lifted him up by snaking a strong arm around his hip and supporting his heavy upper body with your other arm. âYou werenât this big before.â
You spanked his ass one more time, watching the jiggly form recoil, until you held it firmly in your hand.
âNow, Iâm sorry Binnie, but I canât resist you.â
While holding him up, you slammed both of your bodies against the wall, making sure not to break the mirror behind Changbin or hurt him in the process. After realizing that it had only gotten his cock pulsating in his shorts, you made the wise decision to pull it down.
The yelp that Changbin let out was to die for.
You hastily pulled his shirt all the way up to his mouth, forcing him to bite onto the fabric as his belly and chest exposed themselves to you with the prettiest subtle bounces. They had been freshly worked out, skin glistening and glowing from his sweat. Each form of his pecs and the round firmness of his tummy was detailed enough to make you admire it even more than when it would naturally be while relaxed.
Every side of him was attractive, whether or not he worked out, but the view of his exposed body made your core tingle with delight.
Tracing a finger up his stomach, you felt up his skin until the dip of his chest. His cleavage was extra prominent, especially in the way you squeezed his body between your own and the wall. You played with the space before your fingers settled on pinching his nipple.
Of course, you were aware of his sensitivity around his chest, and that made you intentionally tease him even more.
Changbin let out a muffled cry, drool pooling in the fabric of his shirt where his mouth clamped on it. You still held him up, but this time, you adjusted your hold by throwing his leg up and over your arm. He shuddered at the action and then at the realization of what was to come.
Before he could even think, your finger dug into his exposed asshole, and prodded it open.
Changbin bit down and cried, writhing in your arm and attempting to grab anything. He settled on holding onto your shoulders as he felt your finger enter him even deeper.
His cock seemed to move painfully on its own. It twitched rapidly as the heavy dick was left unattended but his ass clenched around you in the same way.
Figuring that your boyfriend already had enough stimulation going on in your little game, you decided to make it worse by sucking on the nipple you pinched earlier.
At this point, Changbinâs mind had gone completely hazy, all thoughts fogged out as he could only focus on the pleasure on opposite ends of his body. Your tongue swirled around his hardened nipple as your lips sucked around the skin of his tit. Your finger was joined by another digit, slowly going as to let him adjust to the sensations. His prostate was getting violated, used, and abused, but it only spurred the both of you on to keep going.
And then you went merciless on him.
Your fingers curled against his sweet spot before getting pulled away, only to push back as soon as Changbin attempted to whine; his subconscious obedience proved itself to manifest as he dropped the bratty act and kept his mouth clamped around his shirt. He made muffled noise after muffled noise, tearing up and drooling, wishing for his cock to be satisfied. He was close, dangerously so, and you could feel it in the way his balls started to grow heavy against your wrist.
Denying him relief, you moved on to suck on his other nipple, picking up the pace in which you fingered your boyfriend.
He threw his head back against the mirror with a loud thud but he could care less. Your other armâs hold around his body kept him in place but also flexed enough to make him feel all of you.
Maybe it was subconscious possessiveness. Maybe it was the need to keep his melting body up. Maybe it was the lone sensation of being surrounded by muscles and also being penetrated by muscles that made Changbinâ
âNo, youâre not cumming yet baby.â
Your lips left his chest with a pop and your big boyfriend ducked his head in response. You pulled the shirt off his mouth and dragged it down while your other arm set him down on the ground.
Still shaky, Changbin grew confused and frustrated â not at you, but at the denial of relief once more.
âTime to show your strength Bin. Show me what you gotââ
Changbin hastily pinned your body to the mirror wall as well, breathing heavily while holding your body by the hip.
Just as you held him practically with one arm only, he did the same, this time using the other to pull your own bottoms down to reveal your ass.
âPlease, Y/N, p-please, âm so needy.â Changbin was out of breath, brain still jumbled from being fucked mercilessly in the ass. âCanât takeâŠanymoreâŠplease, pleaseâŠâ
He mustered up every single bit in him to form sentences. The poor thingâs bicep wrapped around your ass as if he could never let you go. âWanna fuck coach, please, let me fuck you.â
It wouldâve been a grave sin to detach from you at any moment. His hunger for your body had grown past his primal instinct and now he had been craving you like crazy.
âWhatâs gotten you so horny?â You had to ask, shocked at the drooling, sweating, blushed-up mess of a man that you still proudly call yours.
âCouldnâtâŠstop staring at you. Since earlier. S-Since last night. Since yesterday. Couldnât get my mind off you.â The words that fell from his mouth graced your ears as slowly as possible yet tasted sweeter than ever.
Praises and worship left his mouth at a rapid rate as he felt up your body lazily with his free hand. âYouâre justâŠso strongâŠY/N, you drive me crazy.â Changbin kissed any inch of skin he could get. âI really love you, you know that?â
âOf course. I love you too and you are mine.â
Your response made Changbin shiver, evident in the breathy whine he let out. âI promise Iâll be your baby b-bunny forever. Your strong bunny.â Your boyfriend shook as his mouth left love bites on your neck. âIâm obsessed with you, I love you, I love you, Iââ
You shushed your boyfriendâs mindless mumbling with a deep kiss, one that Changbin had been craving for hours. He relished in anything that was you, felt like you, tasted like you, and he couldnât bear to bring out the bratty act once you finally planted your lips on his.
Sighing into your mouth, he shuddered, leaning into your touch and pouting again to receive more of your love. You smiled in response, teasing ever so slightly, before returning the favor with a dart of your tongue.
Changbinâs arms shot up to hold onto you for support, the strong man crumbling under you. What was better was that you held him up, your own arms circling his body again, the grip from every inch of your body around his putting him steadily in his place.
Then you squeezed.
âFuck, coach, youââ Then you pinned him down on the bench. âY/N!â
âHush, boy, arenât you so excited?â You chuckled as you repositioned yourself and him. âWanna fuck your coach so bad?â
âPlease! Please, I tried to be good!â
Adjusting your hold on him, you gently laid him down on the bench and abandoned your bottoms completely. âAw. Not so much of a brat now, are you?â You shuffled your hips to hover over his thick, desperate cock.
âDeep down youâre just a pathetic little boy, yeah?â
âY-Yeah,â Changbin whimpered mindlessly. âCouldnât be a brat!â
All you could do was laugh while lining up the entrance of your ass with his tip. âSo whyâd you try?â
âBecauseâŠâ He choked on the lump in his throat.âY-Youâre so hot when youâre strict, Y/NâŠâ
You shoved your ass down onto his cock in one fell swoop, enveloping your boyfriend whole.
It was known ever since the beginning that he loved anal; your first bit of sex in the very same gym was telling enough, but he loved giving and receiving in both ways. He loved the dirtiness but also the fact that the both of you prepare and clean yourselves well for it âjust in caseâ it comes up.
This scene was one of those emergency moments that you were glad you both prepared for. Otherwise, you wouldâve had the worst time adjusting to Changbinâs sheer girth.
His size was something he had never truly believed to be astounding, but even with your strength, you couldnât help but lose a bit of yourself to it. The girth was to die for: even if his cock didnât reach deep, it was heavy, loaded, and big enough to stretch your ass wide. As you lifted your ass before slamming it back down, the feeling of your behind being opened and filled despite the tightness felt amazing.
Changbin felt like crying at your first strokes. He always loved it when you two fucked or made love, but shit, he basically edged himself the whole time in the gym. He had never done such a thing, most especially while putting up a brat act, but every single morsel of thought flew right out of his head as your ass picked up the pace and took him whole.
Somehow, youâd both become sopping wet as you both met in the middle once, twice, thrice, four times â youâd lost count, unable to keep the seconds and rounds of body slamming as you wouldâve earlier.
You couldnât help but moan from the pleasure, making Changbin hold you using all of his limbs with the last bits of strength in him. The both of you knew that he wouldnât last.
A heat was pooling in your stomach as well, sliding all the way down to your crotch just in front of your ass. While his cock hit the sweet spot in your hole over and over, you could feel your own orgasm building quickly alongside your boyfriendâs.
Neither of you could care less about the mess you were about to make.
Quickly picking up the pace, you slammed your hips down over and over again and pressed your hands against his chest, rubbing his nipples and soothing the sore muscle. The stimulation grew far too much and too fast, but Changbin was so lost in the ecstasy that he couldnât complain, and he grew so physically tired that he couldnât hold you off.
Despite the hurt in his cock he still didnât want to stop you.
âS-So fuckingâŠcloseâŠholy shit, Y/N, gonna cum!â
âCum inside me,â you demanded.
Fully shaking, Changbin dug his fingers into your thighs with all his remaining might and held you in place, shooting load after load from his poor, aching cock deep into your plush walls.
He was so warm, his release filling you with a certain nastiness that you loved so much. You could tell how much he saved all of it from the amount he shot into you. It even started spilling despite the fact that you stilled in place, unable to move from the force of his hands pulling you down. Maybe his training on the pulldowns earlier helped him with it.
But you were both far from done.
You kissed Changbin on his plush lips and sighed in faux contentment. âBinnie baby, you filled me wellâŠâ He could only mouth âthank youâ in reply.
Then you pulled his sore body up after pushing yourself off his sore cock. âBut I want more.â
His eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear at the prospect of you using his spent cock more than he intended. This mightâve been the punishment he wanted, but it was nothing like what heâd expected.
Making matters worse, you sat behind him and suddenly wrapped your arm around his neck. The other hand found his cock and both arms squeezed, locking Changbin in your hold.
The boy moaned the loudest he had ever done in his entire life.
âGonna fuck you like this,â you said as you pumped his cock at a rapid pace, âIâll milk you dry.â
Your words left Changbin gasping, moaning, whimpering, and whining like a trapped dog. The tears in his eyes flooded down as he struggled to adjust in your arms, but god, you were far stronger than you displayed earlier. He barely had any strength left to push you off, to wiggle out, to even form a coherent enough sentence or word.
Was it bad that he liked it this way?
Changbin could only tremble. He moaned your name deliciously over and over as your hand pumped his fat cock from the tip all the way down to his balls at a breakneck pace. You softened the headlock slightly to make him breathe, but the flexing of your forearm drove your boyfriend past the point of self-control. He was overstimulated in every single way.
Again, it was the strength display. The fact that you were putting such a huge man like him in his place. You rendered him unable to function, tired him out until he became putty in your arms, and now you had him caged like a real rat. You flexed your forearm again and Changbin let out a severely choked out whimper.
He couldnât take it anymore. He came non-stop with his head rolled back to your shoulder, curly bangs covering the fucked-out face he gave you from the sheer amount of pleasure.
Overstimulation sent him over the edge though, making him cum again and again. You could even feel the vein on his cock pop and pulsate under your palm. The lone fact that it only seemed to soften after a few more shots of cum on Changbinâs own belly and on your hand made you feel powerful.
âMy tamed brat, my good boy.â
The praise made Changbin see stars. You saw the hearts in his eyes as he struggled to look back at you.
Wholly dumb and unable to move, your boyfriend simply lay in your arms and you both sat there for a moment. You pet Changbinâs fluffy hair with one arm and rubbed his belly with the other, playing with the cum on his tummy before you two shifted in your seats.
A year or so ago, you two had been in the same dilemma and position as you were. You and Changbin were both sweaty and exhausted, his head rested on your shoulder, unable to move. The both of you relished in the glow of being fucked nasty in the gym with your clothes barely hanging onto your bodies, soiled with sweat and cum â it sounded disgusting, but it was the reality that you two had to face with your puffy cheeks.
Lord knows how agonizing the cleanup wouldâve been if you werenât going to do it with your boyfriend at least.
Guilty at the mess he made, Changbin kissed your face everywhere and mumbled to âtake care of itâ as he attempted to stand up â only to groan in pain after the soreness hit all of his muscles at once. You laughed and supported his weight with your own. Unable to register how youâre still managing, you guided him up and took mops, towels, and bottles of isopropyl alcohol.
Everyone knew you two were lovebirds, but nobody could use this room after you tainted it with an atmosphere of pure sin.
Itâs funny though, you thought; Changbinâs goofy self returned in full force, albeit in a tired body, but still entertained you enough to keep your spirits up while cleaning the room. He hummed, giggled at you, nudged his face into your arm, and even sniffed at you as a joke.
It was your silly signal to take a break in a shower together within the adjacent locker rooms that, somehow, were empty then.
Perfectly enough, you two took a single stall together and showered together just as you two were accustomed to doing. This time was a little more special, the deja vu of the first meeting settling in as you happily scrubbed your boyfriendâs once-sweaty scalp. He was too tired to do it to himself he returned the favor by cleaning you too. The rest of the shower was quiet save for a few âI love youâsâ and light chuckles.
He gave your back a peck before drying it, relishing in your natural scent and the aroma of the post-shower lotion. You dressed him up in your extra clothes the same way that he dressed you up too, feeling at home even in a slightly public space.
Home was wherever Changbin was, in the same way, you were his home as well.
Back to the reality of the messy room, you handed him a mop and he grimaced.
âHey, Y/N, slap my wrist next time I try to act bratty. Thatâs not really me.â
Your reaction mustâve been funny, as your face earned Changbin a hearty giggle.
âThen who might this just-as-handsome asshole-ish guy be?â
âIâm thinking Changbin would be a fitting name.â
âEw.â You grimaced in the same way he did earlier. âAnd you should be jealous of him?â
âNah. âCause I know you love The Seo Changbin only.â
You snorted at him and threatened to swipe his leg with the mop. He laughed and snorted back. He liked the idea of poking fun at you with his own name so much that he pulled it thrice.
âSay, I owe you dinner tonight, right bun?â He huddled closer to you, the comfortable distance only growing warmer. It was touching to know that he remembered your silly claim from earlier, softening your heart. You got excited to listen as his ideas for hearty food were always right, a privilege you unlocked by having a lifestyle journalist wrapped around your finger.
âMhmm. Gotta heal from that ass-kicking I gave you.â You bumped the side of your hip onto him, but he blushed as the slight memory of half an hour ago flashed before his eyes.
âAnyway! I know a cozy restaurant just downtown that serves banger seafood. Itâs the side branch of that beachside bar I told you about.â Changbin went on to describe his recommendation.
Your eyes lit up at the idea. âWow, your lifestyle writing really takes you places, huh?â
âYeah, but actually,â Changbin raised his index finger, âI discovered it through my side gigâs talent, ChanâI mean CB.â
You paused and raised an eyebrow back. ââŠInteresting. Tell me about it.â
âHow about I just show you?â
As if on cue, you both heard a punch, then a comically loud groan that sounded like Minho. Following it was an even louder apology from Chris. The other end of the gym mustâve been busier than you two, you thought.
The laughs that escaped both of your chests filled the air of the private room. It was one of many beats in your relationship that you shared with him often but itâs still an unconfined joy to have with him. You could live in the banter and tiny conversations forever, even the bratty behavior he displayed only cemented how much you loved the man even if he made your heart burn and filled your ass up.
Brats used to be off-limits until you brought him to his limit, and now itâs all you could ever think about.
Changbin expected punishment but only got rewarded with your love and warmth in the end. Itâs a mission he successfully failed and a game you aimlessly won.
As you two walked out of the fitness center, wobbling in your steps back to the car, you fought over whoâd be the driver. You won again, and Changbin fell asleep angelically in the backseat. At least then youâd wake him up with the hearty meal he recommended.
Even after all this time, your client â and boyfriend â never changed the love he had, has, and always will have for you. He might as well renew his gym subscription under your name even after the gym closes.
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