Peachy
Summary: How everyone was shocked for an individual that hate PDA like Bakugou start to kiss your head more than he used to.
Pair: Bakugou x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Nothing? Bakugou is very tame in here
A/N: Hello itâs been 999+ years since I last post something. To be frankly honest⌠college is a no joke not to mention Iâm close to my last year right now⌠I can feel my sanity and braincells are decreasing with the amount of papers and journals I have to write⌠but oh well now I am kinda back? maybe not but who knows :) hope yâall enjoy my post and have a great day!
Wc: 1,4k
Weekend is finally come, and you cannot help but decided to wake up a little bit later than usual. Of course your wish is only a wish because a certain someone decided to knocked on your door and wake you up from your deep slumber.
You groggily walk to the door to find out who dare to disturb you from your very needed sleep. And there they are. A pink girl with black eyes and A girl with violet hair staring at you.
âWhat do you want?â you asked her. Mina just shrugged off your grumpiness as she walked inside your room and start to rummage through your wardrobes. Meanwhile Jirou gave you a quiet morning as she took a seat on your study desk.
âGirl, itâs 10 in the morning, and today is weekend so why donât we spent some times together at the mall?â you groaned as you flop down to your bed face first.
âAlso you told us to remind you that you run out some of your bath necessities and you want to restock them on weekend. So pull your ass up and start to get ready.â You let out inaudible grumble as you roll your body to flop on the floor.
âFine.â You let out a huff as you grab your towel and the outfit Mina already picked for you.
âGod⌠I really did run out of shampooâŚâ you sighed as you toss the empty bottle of shampoo to the trash bin.
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You walk to the living room with Mina and Jirou after you finish taking a bath. And see a bunch of your friends lazing around. Your eyes quickly find the pair of red vermilion eyes that you love so much.
âGood morning.â You chirp as you stand in front of Bakugou. Bakugou grunt as his eyes move from Kirishima and Kaminari to you. He took a second to observe your outfit before answering.
âMorninâ do you have somewhere to go?â he finally stand up from his seat. You nod your head as you hum.
âYep. Mina, Jirou and I gonna go to the mall, you know⌠girlâs time. And at the same time Iâm gonna buy some groceries because I ran out a bunch of stuff. so⌠do you want me to pick up something for you?â You lean your head deeper as Bakugou cup your cheeks with his callouses hands.
âSome spices. And just want you to be safe. Thatâs all.â You smile as you nod your head. Believing that Bakugou will send his groceries list later.
âOkay lovebirds come on we need to catch the train.â Mina decided to rip you apart from Bakugou. Receiving an annoyed grunt from the blonde. You only let out a small chuckle and wave at your boyfriend before left the dorm.
After you, Mina, and Jirou catch the train, the three of you manage to get a seat on a somehow not so crowded train despite it is a weekend. The three of you decided to discuss what to do at the mall other than shopping some groceries.
âWhat shampoo you plan to try? Didnât you said you want to try a new scent for your shampoo?â Mina asked as she peeked your phone where you are busy looking for some shampoo testimony on the internet.
âHmm⌠I donât really know yet, but I do want to try peach scented shampoo⌠apparently according to the internet, peaches scented stuff are a bit popular these days.â You answer the alien girl while your eyes still planted on the LED screen on you hand.
âOh but isnât Bakugou did not fond for sweet scented stuff?â Jirou suddenly popped a question that make you think for a while. Shortly after you just shrug your shoulders.
âWell I donât think peaches scented shampoo will have a dominant sweet scent. But even if it did, itâs gonna be âSukiâs problem, not mine.â Your answer made Mina laugh.
After a couple hours of walking and looking around the mall, Jirou, Mina, and you decided to go back home. While sit in the train you cannot help but keep looking at the new shampoo scent you just bought.
Anxieties and questions of what ifs start flooding your brain that makes you spiral down. Drowned enough you didnât hear Mina practically scream at your ears. Your body jolted up when you feel Jirouâs ear jacks poke your cheek.
âGirl, are you really start regretting to buy that shampoo now? After we are one hour away from the mall?â Mina asked as she put her hand on one of her hips. You stare at her for a couple of seconds before let out a sigh of defeat and nodded your head.
âDonât worry, Iâm pretty sure he will like it.â Jirou pats your shoulder softly in attempt to comfort you.
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âWe are back!â Mina screamed as she kicked the door open with hands full of groceries just like you and Jirou. Izuku and Ochako quickly help the three of you to put down the groceries in the kitchen.
âDid you get my groceries list?â Bakugou asked as he walk in with towel hang on his neck. You spin your body to see him before nodded your head.
âYep I got all of them just alright!â you smile as you circle your arms around his slim waist. Bakugou give you an approval nod before he started to take out the groceries from its bag with you still latching to him like a koala.
âPeach scented shampoo?â Bakugou look at you confusedly since usually you pick the floral scented shampoo. You just shrugged a bit before lean on his broad shoulder.
âJust want to try something new thatâs all.â You said. Bakugou stared at it for another seconds before put it away for you to take back to your room.
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âHmm it does smell niceâŚâ you mutter to yourself as you dry your hair with a hairdryer after you finish taking a bath. You hum to yourself while putting some casual clothes you usually wear in dorm. Suddenly you hear a knock on your door. You quickly run to the door to welcome the person who knock on your door.
Surprised but not surprised itâs your boyfriend who knocked on your door. Waiting for you to open the door. You throw each other a confused stare before he let a short huff.
âDinner is ready.â You let out an understanding hum before you step out from your room and walk to the elevator with him. You both wait in silence as the elevator went up. Bakugou suddenly smell something unfamiliar coming from you but he decided to ignore it. Not until both of you step inside the elevator.
âDid you put on parfume?â Bakugou suddenly asked. You look at him confusedly before you decided to sniff around.
âOh, you mean my new shampoo? Does it smell good?â you asked a bit hopefully. He stared at you for a second before leaning closer to you. His warm palm carefully grabbed some strands of your hair before softly kiss it. It would be a lie if you didnât feel your heart skipped a beat when he did it.
Suddenly the elevator door opened. You immediately pull Bakugou out while he still busy inhaling your new scent. You even have to purposely pull yourself apart from him to be able to walk to the dining room.
âSuki, people are staring.â You said under your breath. It only cause Bakugou to pull you closer and plant his face to the crook of your neck as you both sit down.
âYou smell so good.â He said.
âDamn girl, what spell did you cast on him?â Kaminari teased while wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes jokingly while still try to pull your lover from you.
âOkay explosion man, you need to eat.â Your stern words make Bakugou finally pull himself away and huffed like a child.
âFine. But I want a cuddle.â He said with a bold tone. Your cheeks immediately flushed brightly as you can see from your peripheral vision your friends giggling and wiggling their eyebrows to you.
âFine. Just eat will you?â you shoved a spoonful of food to his mouth before you start to eat your own food. The said man just smirk before he started to put insane amount of spice to his food and eat it. Of course he did not forget to secretly putting his warm palm on your thigh.
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FUCK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME, BABY â
[â˘~featuring: satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna~â˘]âšâ â
[â˘~synopsis: you piss the jjk men off and they get their get back~â˘]
[â˘~a/n: prob not gonna post next week, a whole bunch of tests:(~â˘]
|| SATORU GOJO || silent treatment âšâ â
was it petty to give Satoru the silent treatment after a small argument the two of you had yesterday over something so simple? it was simple, you just wanted him to take you seriously for once. you felt like he only saw you as a joke, a doll he could mess with whenever he wanted to. and satoru, didn't respond so effectively in terms of solving the issue. instead the two of you argued the whole night, over something that could've been solved with some basic communication.
so here you two were, about 3 days without saying a single word. egos way too high to just apologize and move on. it seemed like the both of you were taking it well but in reality it was destroying you both severely. you guys never had so much tension between the two of you before. and after a couple days, satoru was not taking it anymore.
"mmph!!- satoru s-slow down!! please!!" you mewl, legs stuttering as satoru's hips buck into you harshly and quickly. the white haired man just stared back into your eyes, his eyes were so empty and dark, sending cold shivers down your spine. "nah. thought y'said I never took ya seriously right? shut up n take it." he scolds, fingers drilling into the fat of your hips, as his thrusts got more intense, leaving you moaning for more.
his words only made your cunt wetter, fueling that dirty desire of yours. you could feel how deep satoru was in you, his hands pushing your knees so much into your chest you were surprised they haven't broken off yet. the angle made it feel like satoru's tip was just repeatedly slapping your cervix. making you sob for more by each and every thrust.
and you'd be stupid to think satoru was going to let you do whatever you wanted. no- he was going to show you how much frustration you made him feel. because there was no way that you thought he thought you were just a simple joke to him, while it was the complete opposite. you were his everything. if he had ever lost you, he may loose himself. so hearing you mutter such words fueled his fury.
satoru shoves two fingers in your mouth, forcing your sore puffy lips to shut all around his fingers. he relished the feeling of your tongue swirling and sucking on his digits. your moans only getting louder, but less audible. muffed moans and cries left your lips as satoru leans down to your ears, making sure you heard everything he was about to tell you.
"thought you weren't gonna talk to me ever again. what happened to that? you thought I would just let you go so easily, hm? exactly so take this cock you've been begging for, and I want not one sound out of you. do you understand?"
|| SUGURU GETO || jealousy âšâ â
to suguru, it was obvious that he had a hot girlfriend. he knew it. and he should've been used to it by now. guys always checking you out, admiring your ass in those jeans. or watching your tits in that one v-neck top that already made suguru angsty, and cautious. and usually he would just brush it off, knowing it wasn't your fault you were so so beautiful.
but what pissed him off was the way you feed into every single guy's delusions. I mean it was obvious wasn't it? the guy taking your order at the coffee was so intensely staring down your shirt. and the way he would ask you so many questions, attempting to make small talk. it made suguru sick. and the worst part was that you were flirting back. giggling at his below average jokes, and flashing him your contagious and mesmerizing smile. oh you definitely were doing this on purpose, suguru knew it.
knees burning due to the friction between your legs and the carpet floor of the car beneath you. suguru had been forcing your head up and down his cock repeatedly for what felt like hours. he was forcing to "apologize" to him for "flirting" with the barista. you knew you didn't do anything wrong, all you did was talk to the man. so you weren't gonna apologize for something you didn't even do.
and suguru was not having it. he knew you did it all on purpose. so he was going to force an apology out for you. because he was in disbelief you would flirt with a random guy right in front of him. he bobs your head on his cock swiftly, the ball of hair in his fist tangling severely. he had been doing this for about 30 minutes, with no intent of stopping.
you drooled and gagged all over his dick, sticking to your point. and the more and more you refused, the more suguru would force you down on him. his deep hoarse mutters of "just fuckin apologize." as his hips would also buck into your mouth.
he didn't care about the tears streaming down your face or the drastic red your lips had taken. he was sure to abuse your mouth until he got you to admit your actions. and the sounds of your gagging only fueled him even more, feeling the tightness of your throat engulf his cock. this went on for another 10 minutes before suguru pulls your hair up, forcing your head to snap up.
"looks like ima have to try something else, since you wanna be so difficult, but it's okay I'll get that fucking apology out of you. get on the seat"
|| TOJI FUSHIGURO || teasing him âšâ â
toji loved to be a pain in the ass. he loved to see that annoyed look plastered all over your face. he took pride in it too. never forgetting to accidentally walk in on you showering. or his hands somehow slipping up your inner thighs, finger just merely touching your clit. he just loved to watch you squirm because of him.
and it annoyed you. a lot. you felt like he couldn't go 2 seconds without any attempts to crawl under your skin. so what did you do? you simply did it back, only this time taking it up a notch.
okay so maybe brushing your hand all over his clothed cock in the middle of eating out, wasn't the best idea. you argued that it wasn't your fault that your hand just so happened to slip by. accidentally squeezing his already halfway hard dick. toji wasn't a fool though. he knew this was your "payback". but instead of accepting the consequences of his actions, he merely just going to make you regret it.
"p-please toji, m'sorryy" you moan, fingers rushing in and out of your hole swiftly. toji had forced you to play with yourself until he felt satisfied. and it was hell.
all you wanted right now was to feel toji's shaft in you. to reach lengths your weak short fingers could never. to feel how big he was , and how much he would stretch you out. savoring the painful but pleasant burn it brought. and your fingers were getting tired. you had been fingering yourself for about 20 minutes, orgasming almost 4 times at this rate. and all of it was still not satisfying to toji
"shouldn't have been such a slut earlier then, if you wanted to get fucked just say that." he growls, arms crossed as he watched you, those dark menacing eyes tracking your every movement. "be grateful you using your fingers, you wouldn't be able to handle how I would treat you right now." he speaks, hands tucking strands of hair behind your ear. you were just going to have to wait, wait until toji was happy enough with your current state.
|| RYOMEN SUKUNA || disrespecting him âšâ â
is anybody surprised that Sukuna has an outrageously high ego? it should be so obvious. sukuna knew that he was important. and he knew he wasn't even worthy to be near the presence of most people. in summary he was very egotistical.
and when you two were arguing earlier, about how he didn't treat you well enough. you weren't lying though. he would constantly leave you on delivered, constantly bullied you, and even just straight up ignoring you some times. and you were sick of it. and it all happened so quickly, you swore it was just the heat of the moment. you didn't mean to call him "the worst boyfriend in the world."
so when sukuna heard those offense and outrageous words come right out of your mouth, he knew that you had gone too far. completely lost your mind. who were you even to call him such a thing? he knew in his mind that he was perfect, so maybe you just needed to get put in your place.
"would the worst boyfriend in the world be fuckin ya right now, whore?' he scoffed, grasp around your neck growing tighter. sukuna had you on all fours, on the cold wooden floor of your shared apartment, forcing you to take both cocks in your pussy. he was making sure that you would feel his wrath in the way he would thrust into your cunt, the pace so harsh and fast it made you dumber and dumber by the second.
his two large cocks in you at once wasn't helping either. it was one thing to feel him in you but twice?? it was so overwhelming, but it made you crave him even more. sukuna was so rough with you two. he had forced those two cocks down into you with no remorse for your feelings. and been though you should be scared or concerned, you just felt hornier and hornier by the second.
"s-sukuna!! gonna cum!!" you mewled, voice raspy and hoarse just from the amount of screaming you had just experienced. and you could feel that familiar knot in your stomach start to tighten, the stars building up in your vision, making you let out breathy groans and moans. only for it to all be ruined. sukuna pulls out of you, hand pulling your neck up. "who said you could cum yet? hold it in while I show you how bad of a boyfriend I can be."
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doggy down
warnings: smut, cussing, jealousy
relationships: jealous!dogday x reader
writing type: second person
genre:smut
Camping with the critters was more fun than you had expected, for some reason your mind was glued on worrying about bugs and wild animals. The bunch actually had their way with nature. Bubba pinpointing a decent campground, Picky grilling some food, and Dogday setting up the tents correctly. It was a perfect campfire, cozy and warm. With enough space gather around and watch the others enjoy games.
ââThat's a foul! Cheater!ââ Hoppy yelled at Kickin Chicken, who was on the other side of the net. ââNo need to get all rowdy Hopps. it's all a game right?ââ he nudged your side with a wink. You sigh and picked up the disregarded ball ââYeah its just volleyball hoppy, all for fun.ââ you tried assuring her, knowing how competitive the bunny could be. âSee I knew youâd get me y/n, almost as if weâre made for each otherâ Kickin smirked, stepping closer to you ââGuys let's take a break mhm? The sun is setting anyways..âBobby interrupted, hoping to fix the situation before anything got worse. âWhatever..â Hoppy mumbled while walking back to the campfire, you trailed in behind her while the other two stayed back.âWhat are you doing? You know Y/n is with DogDay!â âRelax care bear, Iâm just being friendly with the girl..â he rolled his eyes. âIf thatâs what you say. But you know how Day is about her, pull something and he might just snap at you.â She warned him before walking away.
After making your way to the camp there was DogDay who was resting under a tree. While pondering if you should approach him your answer seems to be answered.âAngel? Come hereâ he called out while patting the ground beside him. You nodded and took a seat âYeah? Whatâs up baby?â. For a couple seconds he didnât say anything which left an awkward silence âI saw how he was with you earlier..â he finally spat out, voice laced in some jealousy. You felt your heart skip a beat knowing exactly what he was talking about âuhm..yeah he sorta did get flirty but I shook it off..â you sigh, but that didnât dim the possessive look he gave you. âAngel I know that part of course, but that still doesnât help with the fact he almost touched whatâs mineâ he growled âHey letâs not have this spoil our break yeah? We all need this Day..â you squeezed his hand before standing up âLetâs go before the food gets cold, you know Picky spends no time with leftovers.â âAlright Angel..lead the wayâ
âOh you guys made it..I was getting worried!â Bobby said, handing a plate to you âThanks Bobby,weâre fineâ DogDay comments, picking an sâmore off your plate. âHey!â You looked up at him before KickinChicken interrupted âHe took something off your plate? No need to fret, have mineâ he leans in. âUh..no thanksâ you said with an awkward laugh as DogDay grumbled. Uh oh.. you thought..was he jealous? Your beloved pup hardly got angry or such, but right now he looks like he wanted to rip the feathers off Kickin. âWeâre gonna head back to our tent..I donât think Day is hungry right now..â you told the others while taking his hand in yours, trailing away.
âThat bastard..touching my Angelâ DogDay growled while laying in the tent, staring up at the fabric. âBaby calm down, thatâs the point we left yeah? Iâm all yours nowâ you kissed his nose while petting his ears, earning a groan out of him. âMm..Angel..â he sighed while adjusting his hips..was he getting turned on? Your cheeks burned, itâs not like this was new but..in public? Intimate moments with your love was usually something private and sensual, but that didnât stop the growing heat between your thighs. You crawl down to his crotch and tugged his belt, eyes looking up for approval. âFuck, Angel what if someone needs me? W-we should get ba- ohhhhmygodâ he cuts off as you lick his cock, DogDay struggles to keeps his moans down and breaths heavily. You look up at him fluttering eyelashes as he grabs your head to keep going âMmph..Angel!â He groaned tilting his head back, let a few moans slip here and there. Going further down you bob your head at an faster pace, using your hands to stroke the lengths you couldnât get.âS-slow down! Someoneâs gonna hear..fucck!â He whined despite pushing your head down gently. His tip hits the back of your throat, your gagging egging him on. âOh fuck..â he moans, breath picking up. âIâm gonna-!â DogDay covered his mouth as he came, hoping to muffle his moans. You pulled back before swallowing and wiping the remains of his cum.âHa..w-we should hurry back, weâve been gone for awhileâ you stuttered, throat a bit sore. DogDay took a couple seconds to come down from his orgasm before he crawled out the tent with you âAnd my Angel not get anything back? I donât think soâ he scoffed, grabbing your hips. âB-but what about the others?â âShh..we dont have to go back baby..theyâll be fineâ he slides your panties off while kissing your neck.âfine..but if we get caught itâs your fault Day!â You quietly shouted. He only chuckled at that before pouncing you.
To be honest you were sure the other critters knew what was going on at this point, but did you care? Not really. All you heard beside your own moans was DogDays heavy grunts and growls, along with the slaps of his hips meeting the back of your thighs.âFuck! Day!â You cried out as he rammed into your ass, hanging your head low. DogDay loves it when your loud, driving him to thrust faster âShit baby..you sound so pretty..â he groaned, placing an smack on your cheek. âAh.. take it!â He moaned as you looked over your shoulder with teary eyes. âDogDay!â You whined out feeling yourself grow close âI know Angelâ he assured through heavy breaths, lifting his knee, pushing weight on his foot to fuck you in a new angle. You cried out once more, back arching as he reaches over to rub your throbbing cunt. DogDays movements became more and more desperate as he came closer to his orgasm, his warm breath hitting your ear as moans slipped from his lips. You felt so good, making him ram into you like he hadnât did in a while. He was so close.âFuck!â He called out, his breathing quickening, hands grabbing your hips firmly. âIâm cumming! Ah Angel Iâm cumming!â You heard him cry out before your back was met with his load. It wasnât till a second later you came to, clenching around his sensitive length drove out soft whimpers and hiccups from him. Slowly coming down from your orgasms both flinch at the sudden twig snapping outside the tent. Shit..who was that? You think before a raspy voice called out âI had to gas everyone because of you twoâ Catnap scoffed, nose twitching as the smell of pure sex hit his senses. DogDays tail and ears perked up in shock before rubbed his neck âThey heard? Shit..â âT-there not gonna remember right!â You hoped, shooting DogDay an glare. I told you so. âUh huhâŚmost likely. But Iâm gonna head back, next time though.. you both owe me.â You heard his footsteps trial away outside the tent, cheeks slightly burning at what he said. âWhat..â DogDay didnât seem to be obligated to that, but he didnât tell you that of course, only snuggling up to you with a sigh. âDonât mind that Angel..lay down with me hm?â You were too beat to even say anything else so with jelly like legs you wrap your arms around his large frame.âmhmâ mumbling as sleepiness takes over. With one final kiss to the forehead DogDay inhales âGoodnight my Angel.â
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My fantasy high jr year thoughts for episode 15
There is no context just what I would have live blogged about
THE WRITTEN TEST??? Crazy I would have died on the spot and the fact that they actually tried is crazy but they did so good for the circumstances 100 hand written words in 5 minutes is insane
Also the shrimp dragon??? I love art department so much itâs so creative and also just such a cool looking model I was dying whenâs it came out
Gorgug hitting a nat 20 always makes me happy bc we jsut see more of his artificer barbarian stuff work but the 2 crist back to back Zac always has the best rolls I swear
Zacs stupid little stamp I love him sm
FIGS SPIRIT GUARDIANS WITH THE STURGES WAS SO FUNNY I live Emily so fucking much
The second pass on the math exam is so based I fucking hate math heâs so me
When the worm came out I was stunned holy shit there were so many monsters on field
FIG AGAINST THE WYVERN WAS CRAZY ALMOST 90 points of damage in one turn
Shrimp jump/shrimp party and crab king being turned into literal monsters is so funny
ZAC WITH ANOTHER NAT 20 HIS DICE ARE SO GOOD
THE WORM IS HORRIBLE OH MY GOD
ANOTHER NAT 20 WHAT THE FUCK ZAC
âMy kid got a 7⌠my kid got a 1âLou and ally talking about their dice in the same tone as the Charlie Brown Halloween quote is so fucking funny
Gavin is the mvp I love him, fantasy high npcs are always so funny
Fig eliminating a full wyvern as well as a bunch of fantasy mosquitoes with little to no effort on her part is insane sheâs so cracked
Fabian fighting for his life to justâŚ. Not be held by a monster for a turn is so funny. This shouldnât be his turn for most rounds as an extremely Dex character lmao
The hangman with 2 nat 20s on an attack on a giant crab is hilarious bc Louâs rolls have been mid this whole time ahsjdjd
Fig kissing the fucking pentacorn mid battle is the most Emily thing she could choose to do her playstyle is my favorite thing in the entire world
FIGS SPIRIT GAURDIANS COME IN CLUTCH SO MUCH HOLY SHIT
KIPPERLILY THAT FUCKING CUNT HOLY SHIT HELLO??? KILLING BUDDY??? OISIN BEING APART OF IT TOO???? NOOO I WAS ROOTING FOR HIM AND ADINE
the ocher jellies are so cute and so fucking pointless ahsjdjd
Gorgug vs the worm no thoughts just very stressful ahsjdjd
RIZ WITH THE 31 DAMAGE VS THE UMBERHULK WITH 30 HP WAS INSANE LUCK MURPH ROLLS COMING IN CLUTCH WHEN IT MATTERS
butter gummies my beloved
âCome on rizâ
The mimic being the strongest monster is so funny bc this was 100% supposed to be a quick kill round 1
Fig carried combat today holy shit even with Emilyâs bad rolls sheâs taken out half of the enemies thatâs insane
GORGUG WIRH ANOTHER FUCKING CRIT WHAT THE FUCK ZACS DICE ARE INSANE TODAY next week heâs gonna be rolling nat ones all day long
âWhat did you call itâŚ.BUTTER. GUMMIES.â I adore ally so much
30 persuasion roll on the butter gummiesâŚ. Itâs time for love NOW
âYou are stupidâ as if Gorgug didnât leave the owl ears and dedicate the whole year to studying for his mcat pls
Gorgugs artificer stuff is so fun Iâm so glad Zac took on that class
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Idk how theyâre getting outta this one (X)
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Hey everyone,
As of January 20th, I'll have been running orkowhereheshouldntbe for two years. It's been so much fun, and I've learned so much about photo editing and media. But I don't feel like I can keep up with the daily posts anymore, and I don't want to keep half-assing things in hope the spark comes back. In other words, as the bio warned, the joke's gotten old.
That's not to say this blog is going away - I plan on leaving it up, and I'll still take requests and suggestions. I may even make a post of my own here and there when the mood strikes me. But I think taking the burden of daily posts off my shoulders will help.
I could never have anticipated a one-off inside joke like this becoming such a big part of my life, or taking up so much of my time. I'm proud of myself for managing to keep things going this long, even with the breaks I've had to take. And I'm endlessly grateful for all the love and support I've gotten on my posts. I'll have a special video on Saturday, to commemorate the blog's anniversary, and as a gift for all of you.
This isn't a permanent goodbye. It's just a change from how things have been. <3
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not rascal's deadbeat owner coming around when im not home and telling my roommate she's taking him for a week (our break is 4 weeks or so, implying he's gonna be back here even though That's Her Cat Not Ours) and then just picking up the new toys i bought for him and taking them with her without even asking. hey. hi. those are mine
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Chronic pain really got me going to bed before itâs even dark out (also my little pink unicorn lights Millie got me look so cool in the second pic)
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there goes my f*mily being a public menace going out while still testing positive
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[3k] a f1 gossip page gets insider knowledge of what might be the paddock's best kept secret. in fact, it is so well kept that even the paddock don't know who it is about (aka a wee crack fic i couldn't get out of my head ft the papaya bunch).
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It was media day at the Barcelona Grand Prix when the rumours began.
Somewhere between team media duties and the official conferences, a group had found themselves lounging in the shared canteen. It was a neutral zone, the journalists werenât allowed inside and it was just a place for most of the drivers to relax with their family and friends outside of the garages and motorhomes.Â
You were sat in the seat next to Lando, his arm sprawled over the back of your chair and his thigh pressing against yours with how close he was sitting beside you. He was looking over your shoulder, a giddy smile on his face as you went through a few of the shots he had taken on his camera that morningâincluding an obscene amount of âcandidâ shots that you made him swear not to post anywhere, despite his reassurances you looked gorgeous.Â
It was a startled laugh from Daniel that caught everyoneâs attention.
âThereâs no fucking way!â Max laughed as he gaped at Danielâs phone screen, shaking his head as he did. âWhere the fuck do they get this from?!âÂ
Daniel only laughed harder.Â
It took a few minutes before the Aussie finally turned his screen around and display the tweet for everyone to see. It took a few more minutes of snooping to find the article that followed the bizarre rumour.Â
âAlright, whoâs gonna fess up?â Lando joked as his eyes glanced over all the drivers currently sprawled across the various tables. âMy bet is on Carlos. He seems like the kinda guy to have a secret kid.â
âShut up,â Carlos scoffed before he nodded to the boy on his right. âIt would obviously be Charles.â
The Monegasque spluttered out a laugh, his cheeks heating up. âItâs not me!â
âThatâs what someone who has a secret kid would say,â Max retorted, seeming to enjoy the way the Ferrari driverâs face began to match the colour of his shirt. âYou can tell us the truth about Charlie Junior.â
âFirst of all, I would never name my child that,â Charles said with his nose scrunched up in displeasure. âAnd I wouldnât hide my children. I would be proud of them.â
âThey could be hiding the children for privacy's sake. A paddock isn't exactly the best place for a child to be roaming around. Or the safest,â another voice spoke up and everyoneâs eyes fell to the younger Aussie sitting across the table from you. Oscar squirmed a little under the sudden attention. âWhat?â
âYou wanna tell us something, mate?â Lando questioned, a grin growing on his face.
Oscarâs cheeks burned red. âI-Itâs not about me!âÂ
âYou caught him,â Logan laughed as he playfully knocked his shoulder against his friendâs. âHe has three kids back in Australia. Our lilâ Oscie is a father.â
Oscar frowned. âDonât ever call me that again.â
âIâm offended you didnât tell us,â you joked as you knocked your foot against his shin under the table. âI expected to be the godmother of one of your kids.â
âYou would be if I had any,â Oscar quickly countered, making you snort in response.Â
âWell, we have some clues,â Daniel commented as he leaned back in his chair, looking far too amused with the situation. âTime to start going through possible suspects.âÂ
âMaybe youâre trying to throw us off your scent,â you joked.
âShhh, sweetheart, they canât know about our secret family just yet,â the Aussie teased as he sent a wink your way.
You felt an arm tighten around you and turned to see Lando glaringâalbeit, jokinglyâtowards his former teammate. âBack off, Ricciardo, if anyone is gonna have a secret family with her, itâs gonna be me.âÂ
Daniel laughed. âPlease, the two of you couldnât keep a secret from us if you tried!â
âUh, we so could,â you retorted.
âYou two couldnât even keep Oscarâs surprise birthday party a secret and it was your idea,â Logan pointed out, raising his hands in mock surrender when your head snapped around to look at him.Â
âWe got excited!â You defended.Â
âAnd you donât think you would be excited about a secret family?â Oscar countered.Â
âI think we could hide a secret pretty damn well if we tried,â you replied with a shrug as you leaned further back into your boyfriendâs embrace.
âEspecially as something as serious as a secret family,â Lando added with a nod.
âWho cares?â Max eventually said with a laugh. âThe rumour is a load of bullshit anyways. Thereâs no way anyone is going to believe it.â
As it would turn out, the whole world believed the rumours. The rest of the race weekend was haunted by the ânewâ piece of gossip. The paddock was full of whispers of âwho?â, the journalists thought they were being sly as they snuck in a few questions to catch the drivers off guard, and hundreds of fan theories took over every social media platform as the weekend commenced.
Truthfully, you thought it would be one of those rumours that dragged on for a bit as a joke but died down by the next weekend.Â
You were very wrong.
...
...
You didnât realise how wrong you were until the Austrian Grand Prix came about the following weekend.Â
With both McLaren drivers wrapped up in some nonsense challenge video the media team had set them up for, you had made your way towards the Williams garage to spend your Thursday afternoon with them instead.Â
There was a cosy spot in the garage where you found yourself sat with Logan and Alex as the team buzzed around them, whispers and talks of the carâs potential that weekend. You were laying back in your seat, your feet thrown over Loganâs lap as you chatted away to Alex when the American caught both of your attention.
âThereâs two!â
Logan lifted his head to find two matching confused expressions staring right back at him.
âThereâs two,â he repeated as he turned his phone around, a single tweet sprawled over his screen with an all too familiar username on display. âTwo kids! A driver is hiding two kids!â
You snorted. âYou have got to be shitting me. One rumoured kid wasnât enough so they added another?âÂ
âThis driver has certainly been busy,â Alex mused as he took Loganâs outstretched phone, beginning to scroll through the never-ending comments under the tweet. âI guess the long term girlfriend thing does kinda narrow it down.âÂ
You raised your brows. âDonât tell me you think itâs real.âÂ
âI still have my bets on Oscar,â Logan commented with a grin, his eyes crinkling in the way you knew they did before the boy laughed. âHeâs a dodgy guy. I bet heâs Formula Oneâs own Hannah Montana with a whole double life.âÂ
âAnd, what? We are a part of his famous life?â You questioned.Â
âIt would make sense,â Alex supplied with a shrug. âHe could have a normal family back home in Australia and no one would even know.â
You rolled your eyes. âAlex, donât encourage him.â
âHey,â Logan frowned.
âIf it turns out to be true, you wouldnât be upset that your best friend hid something like that from you?â You retorted, watching as the boyâs face slowly fell.Â
Alex snorted.Â
âI need to go talk toâŚ.someone aboutâŚsomething,â Logan said vaguely before he quickly stood up, knocking your feet off his lap and rushing out the garage with a serious look on his face.Â
âLogan!â You called after him, laughing as you did so but it was a hopeless endeavour. He was a man on a mission and you knew nothing would stop him. âGod, I should go before he ambushes the McLaren motorhome.âÂ
âLife as a parent, huh?â Alex joked, nudging your shoulder and snickering when you rolled your eyes.Â
âWho would have thought I would end up adopting an American of all people?â You joked back before standing up. âTime to go stop my eagle son from throttling my kangaroo son.âÂ
Alex flashed you a smile. âMotherhood suits you.âÂ
âOh, shut up,â you rolled your eyes.Â
And little did you realise there was a certain pair of ears listening in to your playful conversation with the Williams driver, already drafting up a message before you left for the bright orange building a few garages down.Â
...
...
It was odd for you and Lando to find any alone time during a race weekend and it was mostly due to the two rookie drivers you had somehow adopted.Â
It started off as a comfort thing at first. Lando knew what it was like to be young and new to the sport. He knew that even if he was coming in with friends, it still felt daunting. It was the reason he seemed to take Oscar under his wings after the Bahrain race weekend, despite the boyâs initial awkwardness.Â
It had been you who gravitated towards Logan. Your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend helping out his younger teammate, but it completely shattered when you were making your way towards the McLaren garage and spotted a certain blond rookie hidden between motorhomes. He almost looked as though he was trying to make himself seem as small as possible.Â
Lando didnât question it when you started to venture to the Williams garages in between practices and media duties. He saw the look in your eyes, the small spark that showed your determination. He knew your kindness knew no limits and he would never even try to stop you.Â
Neither of you realised you were signing up for the roles of the 2023 rookiesâ grid parents until Logan and Oscar had sauntered into Landoâs driver room and all but settled themselves between you both on the Thursday of the Baku Grand Prix.Â
You didnât mind it, really. Race weekends tended to be hectic and chaotic on their own, so it was rare that you and Lando would spend much time alone. Beyond the exasperated sighs and joking remarks, neither of you minded when Oscar would lay his head on your laps after a gruelling interview or when Logan would ramble about some American custom he swears all three of you would enjoy.Â
It was odd not being the youngest ones on the grid anymore, but there was also something so comforting in knowing you were a safe haven for these two boys in the paddockâand sometimes, even off the track.Â
So honestly, it was an utter fucking shock that you and Lando found yourselves alone with time to kill in his driverâs room, especially with it being the Silverstone Grand Prix weekend.Â
Neither of you questioned your luck for very long before you found yourself straddling your boyfriend, knees on either side of his hips and ass firmly planted on his lap. His hands were shamelessly groping your ass. Your hands were tangled in his curls, tugging a little harsher than usual just to hear his little whimpers in between kisses. It was shameless and sloppy and a little more than either of you intendedâbut you didnât have a single issue with it.Â
âShit,â Lando moaned, his voice a little more high-pitched than usual when your lips met his neck. âI fuckinâ missed this.â
âYeah?â You murmured against his skin, your tongue dancing along a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear. âI missed hearing how pretty you sound.â
âYou canât say stuff like that,â Lando grumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you closer, as he pressed his body against yours.Â
âBut it makes you blush and you look so cute when you blush,â you teased as you lifted your head, admiring the pink tint to his cheeks. âMy pretty boy.â
âYouâre a tease,â Lando muttered as he sat up on the couch, as he pulled you closer so he could press his lips against yours again.Â
âYou love it,â you retorted, the words mumbled in between kisses.Â
âSo fucking much,â he grinned into the kiss, his hands wandering down your thighs before slowly moving back up to your ass.Â
In fact, it had been so long since you and Lando got a chance to utilise your time alone in the paddock that you forgot the first rule of making out like horny teens on the small couchâlock the fucking door.
âHOW COULD YOUâOH MY GOD, MY EYES!âÂ
âGROSS! WE DID NOT NEED TO SEE BABY NUMBER THREE BEING MADE!â
If it werenât for the tight hold Lando had on you, you would have been flat on your ass when Logan and Oscar stormed into the room. You stared at the boys in shock, your cheeks heating up as the mortification of the situation washed over all four of you.Â
You quickly moved yourself off Landoâs lap, instead sitting on the couch beside him as you stared at the two rookies who currently had their hands over each otherâs eyes.Â
âHave you ever heard of knocking?!â Lando sighed.
âHave you ever heard of a door lock?â Oscar retorted.
âTouche,â he muttered back with a nod.Â
âYou know you can look now,â you told the boys, a little amused with their theatrics. âWe arenât naked.â
Logan hesitated. âPromise?â
âPromise.âÂ
Both boys slowly dropped their hands and, truthfully, you were expecting for them to instantly break out into whatever excited ramble they had come to tell you both. It wasnât unusual for them to do as much, to want to share something with you and Lando that amazed them but didnât want to admit to anybody else in fear of seeming likeâŚwell, rookies. They knew you and Lando would never judge their excitement to the world of Formula One and all the little quirks they were discovering.
Except, there was no excited storytelling or massive grins. Instead, both boys stood in front of you with frowns on their faces and their hands on their hips.Â
Landoâs brows furrowed together. âWhat? What happened?â
âWhy did you two not tell us we are older brothers?â Logan asked bluntly.Â
You blinked. âHuh?âÂ
âWhy did you not tell us we are older brothers?â This time it was Oscar who spoke up. âWhy are you gatekeeping our little brothers from us?âÂ
Lando frowned. âIs this a joke? Is that a punchline? Am I being stupid right now?âÂ
âWe get the others on the grid but us? This is a new level of betrayal,â Logan said with a completely serious look on his face.Â
You shook your head, utterly baffled by the two boys. âWhat the fuck are you guys on about?âÂ
âYou have been hiding a secret family from us! You are the ones the tweets are talking about!â Oscar said as he reached for his phone, turning the screen around so you both could see the latest article.Â
âWHAT?!â
âYou have been keeping a secret from us. Families donât keep secrets!â Logan accused, his eyes narrowed slightly. âIf we even count as your family now.â
You gaped at them. âYou seriously think that article is about us?âÂ
âThereâs proof!â Oscar retorted.
âWhat fucking proof?â Lando questioned, his brows furrowed together in confusion. âHow can there be proof for a family that doesnât exist?âÂ
As it would turn out, the informant that had been feeding the gossip page the whole narrative had been also secretly recording conversations they had heard around the paddock. Along with the article, a series of 'leaked' audios were also released and they were, in fact, yours and Landoâs voice.Â
This person had managed to record countless conversations you shared with Lando and even some other driversâeven the conversation you had with Alex the previous weekend in the Williams garage.
âRemember we have dinner with the boys tonight. Our reservations are at six.âÂ
âDid you remind them to put sunscreen on before they went out? I donât want them to burn.âÂ
âWho knew being a parent was so hard, huh?â
âYour son is bullying my son for his accent again. Make him stop or youâre both getting grounded.â
âWell, he definitely takes after you!âÂ
Random lines of conversations taken completely out of context and, truthfully, you could understand why Twitter was going crazy. It seemed undoubtable that you and Lando were talking about your kids, it sounded like you truly were two parents discussing your childrenâif it werenât for one large and missing piece of information.
âWe were talking about you two, dumbasses!â
Both boys stared at you, blinking a few times. âHuh?â
âWe are talking about the both of you in every single one of those clips,â you told them and you couldnât help but let out a disbelieving laugh. âThere is no secret familyâjust you two.âÂ
âOh,â Oscar murmured.Â
âButâoh,â Logan muttered a few seconds later.
âSo this whole rumour started because somebody thought we were talking about actual kids,â Lando noted before snorting. âFucking hell.âÂ
âEveryone thinks youâre a dad,â you remarked with a laugh. âThe boy who has one piece of tupperware thatâs hanging on for dear life.â
Lando grinned back. âWell, I may not be a dad but I am aââ
âIf you call yourself daddy, I am breaking up with you.â
Lando only laughed harder.Â
âSoâŚyou donât have secret siblings youâre hiding from us?â Logan piped up, a shy smile on his face.
You shook your head.
âOh thank god,â he breathed out, pressing a hand on his chest. âI knew you wouldnât betray us like that! We would obviously be the first ones you tell, right?â There was a pause. âRight?â
âWell, we walked in on them almost conceiving a child,â Oscar pointed out with a shrug before his nose scrunched up in disgust. âPlease donât conceive our little sibling in front of us.â
âYou were the ones that stormed in on us,â Lando retorted.
âStill.â
âWell, consider this your warning to get out in the next thirty seconds, otherwise youâre gonna see something that will really scar youââ
Your cheeks burned. âLando!â
âWhat?â Lando flashed you a cheeky grin. âIf they are gonna make up rumours about me being a dad, I may as well start practising for the real deal.â
You rolled your eyes.
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user WAIT THIS IS WHO THE RUMOUR WAS ABOUT
user lando needs to pull a carlisle cullen and adopt me into the family
yourusername in my humble opinion, i think dilf suits you perfectly ;)
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logansargeant and you are too old to sexting on instagram
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user THEY BECAME GRID PARENTS INSTEAD OF ACTUAL PARENTS
maxverstappen1 they had to start somewhere
danielricciardo i'm just happy the safe sex talk we gave lando actually worked. got worried for a second
yourusername you were just scared you would become a grid grandpa
danielricciardo GRANDPA???
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user THE FACT PEOPLE ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE HAD A KID
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Whumptober 2023
Welcome to Whumptober 2023 â the sixth year running!
COMPLETIONISTS/PARTICIPANT BADGES CAN BE FOUND HERE
To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome!
Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.
This yearâs AO3 Collection can be found here.
And this years playlist can be found here.
There are 139 prompt options in total this year - this is including the alternatives list! A special thanks goes out to those who took part in our trope vote back in July. From the 1526 responses to our list of 223 tropes, we looked through the popularity results, as well as your honourable mentions, and were able to produce this years prompts list. Stay tuned, as we will be posting some of the results at a later date!
Weâre very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!
Best of luck and happy whumping,
Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro
(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)
Whumptober 2023 Prompt List
No. 1: âBut now this room is spinning while Iâm trying just to fill in all the gaps.â
Safety Net | Swooning | âHow many fingers am I holding up?â
No. 2: âIâll call out your name, but you wonât call back.â
Thermometer | Delirium | âThey don't care about you.â
No. 3: âLike crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.â
Journal | Solitary Confinement | âMake it stop.â
No. 4: âI see the danger, Itâs written there in your eyes.â
Cattle Prod | Shock | âYou in there?â
No. 5: âYou better pray I don't get up this time around.â
Debris | Pinned Down | âIt's broken.â
No. 6: âDo or die, youâll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.â
Recording | Made to Watch | âIt should have been me.â
No. 7: " âI paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.â
Alleyway | Radio Silence | âCan you hear me?â
No. 8: âIâve got soul, but Iâm not a soldier.â
Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | âItâs all for nothing.â
No. 9: âLearning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.â
Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | âYou're a liar.â
No. 10: âCanât you see that youâre lost without me?â
Broken Phone | Stranded | âYou said you'd never leave.â
No. 11: âAll the lights going dark and my hopeâs destroyed.â
Animal trap | Captivity | âNo one will find you.â
No. 12: âI haven't slept in days but who's counting?â
Red | Insomnia | âIâm up, Iâm up.â
No. 13: âIt comes and goes like the strength in your bones.â
Cold Compress | Infection | âI donât feel so good.â
No. 14: âFeed me poison, fill me âtill I drown.â
Flare | Water Inhalation | âJust hold on.â
No. 15: âI don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.â
Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | âIâm fine.â
No. 16: âWould you lie with me and just forget the world?â
Gurney | Flatline | âDonât go where I canât follow.â
No. 17: âYouâre the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.â
Collar | Touch Aversion | âLeave me alone.â
No. 18: âI tend to deflect when Iâm feeling threatened.â
Blindfold | Tortured For Information | âHit them harder.â
No. 19: âIâll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.â
Floral Bouquet | Psychological | âIâm not as stupid as you think I am.â
No. 20: âPeople donât change people, time does.â
Blanket | Found Family | âYou will regret touching them.â
No. 21: âSee the chains around my feet.â
Vows | Restraints | âDon't move.â
No. 22: âThey never saw us coming, âtil they hit the floor.â
Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | âWatch out!â
No. 23: âItâs gonna get me by the end of the night.â
Shadows | Stalking | âWhoâs there?â
No. 24: âIâve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.â
Goodbye Note | Neglect | âI thought they were with you.â
No. 25: âYouâre not delivering a perfect body to the grave.â
Storm | Buried Alive | âTheyâre not breathing!â
No. 26: âSometimes I get so tired; I donât even know myself.â
Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | âYou look awful.â
No. 27: âYou drew stars around my scars; But now Iâm bleeding.â
Matches | Scars | âLet me seeâ
No. 28: âWe might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.â
Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | âYou'll have to go through me.â
No. 29: âI only sink deeper the deeper I think.â
Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | âWhat happened to me?â
No. 30: âItâs okay, just to say, âIâm not okayâ.â
Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | âNot much longer...â
No. 31: âI thought that I was getting better.â
Emptiness | Setbacks | âTake it easy.â
Alternatives List:
Betrayal
Aftermath of Failure
Brass Knuckles
Decoy
Body Modification
Playing Cards
Examination
Hunting
Drugging
Shaking
Panic
Broken
Miscommunication
Lab Rat
Reluctant Whumper
Event Info & Rules
~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask ~
WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way youâd like. The 'theme' of each day is the line of lyrics.
The prompts are merely to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you donât have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is "flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be related to the 'spark' of a relationship. It's truly up to you!
In total, there are 4 prompts for each day: there's lyrics, an object, a trope and a line of dialogue to choose from. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.
Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you donât have to do ALL the prompts if you donât want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.
When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:
#whumptober2023 âŚ..(the event tag)
#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, âŚ..(day number)
#lyric, #bruises, #stabbing,  âŚ..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)
#fandom or #OC, ⌠(ironman, originalcontent, oc âŚ)
#medium âŚ..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)
#teeth, #gore tw, #etc âŚ..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Add "tw" AFTER the trigger/content warning. )
#nsfwhump âŚ..(only for nsfw content)
#your own tags go here
PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]
Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.
Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed the event. You do not need to post anything you have created, we rely on trust and we will not check this.
Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q. How does this yearâs prompt list work? What do I have to choose?
You can create something based on:
The overall theme/lyric of the day
Prompt 1, 2 or 3
One or several of the alternative prompts
A combination of the above
Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?
When in doubt: JUST DO IT!
Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?
Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.7, #radio silence). If you create works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you donât fill prompts for each day.
Q. Can I post early/late?
Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.
Q. Will you reblog my post?
Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we canât promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:
tag your post properly
post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards.
Q. What if I donât understand a prompt/theme?
Send us an ask! Weâre happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation. Donât take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.
Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?
This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that youâll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe.
Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?
Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.
Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?
Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally weâve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle.
Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?
Yes.
Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?
If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If youâve previously posted something that checks the boxes, we ask that you not include it retroactively for this current year. You can, however, add new chapters relating to one or more of the prompts.
Q. What kind of characters can I write for?
Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, RPF, whoever you like. You can use the generic âwhumpeeâ character or have specific ones.
Q. Does it have to take place in a specific fandom?
No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want.
Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?
Yes, but it only counts once towards being a completionist.
Q. If Iâm not comfortable with one dayâs prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?
No, you canât exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice.
Q. Where can I post my work?
Post where and how you want. You donât have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if itâs not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.
Q. Can I start posting early?
You can, but this is an October event and wouldnât it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we wonât be reblogging any work predating October 1st.
Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIPâs?
Yes you can post WIPs. And youâre not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist. Â
Q. Is co-writing allowed?
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lucky girl
pairing : model!jeonghan x fem!reader
content : smut (mdni), angst, fluff, fake dating, unrequited (but not rlly) love, friends to strangers to lovers
in which : jeonghan has no interest in a relationship, however it seems that everyone else is sticking their nose into his nonexistent love life. youâve been in love with him for as long as you can remember, but that was ages ago. he shouldnât remember someone like you, but he does. and he wants you to be his girlfriend (just for a little while though, right?)
warnings : public sex TWICE (this mf fucks u everywhere but a BED), couch sex (see what i mean???), oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe iâm begging), idiots in love vibes like so strongly you two are dorks fr, dirty talk, yâall want each other so bad, praise, cockiness, like one innuendo, a bunch of other idols make features in this (twice, txt, le sserafim, and svt ofc), mentions of rehab, crying, âarguingâ, jealousy, pining and yearning and things of that nature
wc : 14.9K words
note : this took me so much longer than i thought it would but itâs finally here đđ written from this request
Junior year of highschool is when you first fell in love with Yoon Jeonghan.
You were the new girl. The transfer student. The awkward, hormonal, sixteen year old girl who felt oh so small in such a big school. The nobody.
Pretending like the lingering stares, the pointing, the whisperingâall of itâwas just a figment of your imagination was easy. You had been used to tuning things out. At acting like it didnât phase you.
Private school was different than public school. Too different. The only reason you were in this place is because you were sent to live with your aunt because of the fact that your mother was in rehab and your dad wasnât in the picture. Many of the public schools in the area werenât the best, so she pulled some extra money from her savings to send you one of the nicer, private schools.
You were grateful, for her concern regarding where you went to school, but the huge contrast from transitioning to this new place was anything but easy. You may have looked just like everyone else, but you never felt like them. A bunch of self obsessed, privileged, stuck up rich kids. Yeah, you werenât that. Not by a long shot. Itâs like they could tell you didnât belong here, but you already knew that.
All of them except for him.
Jeonghan had heard the mumbled talk of your arrival since he arrived on campus. He didnât get what the big idea was. New kids came all the time, bought their way in with mommy and daddyâs help. Each and every other student here was one in the same. Predictable. Boring.
âShit, look, there she is,â Joshua whispered amongst the small group of boys, his head jerking in your direction. The rest of themâMinghao, Mingyu, Soonyoung, and Jeonghanâall spared you a single glance or two.
Minghao chuckled dryly. âSheâs gonna get eaten alive.â
"She's kinda hot though, donât you think?" Soonyoung mumbled, trailing his eyes over your body. "That skirt is way too small for her."
âItâs like six in the morning. Can you not be horny right now?â Mingyu sighed, yet Soonyoungâs gaze remained on you until you disappeared from his line of sight. Jeonghan remained silent.
Joshua nudged his friend. âWhat? You have nothing to say?â
âWhat is there to say?â Jeonghan asked, swirling around his iced coffee that had been way too expensive to taste so cheap. âSheâs a girl and sheâs new.â Soonyoung booed him, loudly, attracting the attention of other passing students.
âYouâre no fun.â He said and crossed his arms. Jeonghan gave him no response. âWhatever. How long do you think sheâll last?â
âIâll give her until the end of the day,â Mingyu nodded. The others looked at him in disbelief, which made the boy roll his eyes. âWhat? Iâm an optimist.â
Soonyoung hummed in thought, weighing his available options. âFour hours max.â
Minghao shook his head. âTwo and a half.â
âIâm gonna sayâŚOne hour.â Joshua added. Then they all turned their heads to Jeonghan. He didnât respond until the staring became unbearable.
âGod, youâre all such pessimists, you know that?â He scoffed. âIâm not doing this with you today.â
âYou have faith in her,â Minghao teased, poking the older boy in the side. âYouâre so easy to read.â
âCut that shit out.â Jeonghan hissed, pushing away Minghaoâs hand. Minghao, Mingyu, and Joshua giggled. He was so easy to piss off.
âIâm gonna go talk to her,â Soonyoung cracked his knuckles with a confidentâbordering on arrogantâsmile.
âSeriously, donâtââ Minghao sighed, but the other boy was beyond reason. By the time he even said anything, Soonyoung was literally in your face.
The expression on your face was pensive, relaxed even. UntilâŚ
âHey, new girl.â
You looked up, your eyes looking over him with disinterest. Soonyoung cleared his throat when you didnât reply, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to relieve the awkward atmosphere.
âIâm Soonyoung, but you can call me Hoshi.â
âNo.â You deadpanned.
His eyes widened. Were you serious? He could hear the others trying to keep in their laughter behind him.
âIs there something you need?â You asked, raising one of your eyebrows. Soonyoung stammered, only managing to speak the words âIâŚâ or âwhat?â before he sighed and lowered his head.
âHoshi, are you done making yourself look stupid yet?â Mingyu shouted, stopping between almost every word so he could laugh. By now, there was an even bigger scene being made by Mingyuâs additional comment, much to your embarrassment.
âExcuse me,â you mumbled to him as you scurried off to the bathroom, leaving not only Soonyoung shocked but also the little audience you had gathered shocked as well.
âWow, what a smooth talker.â Joshua clapped, a wide grin on his face. âShe was all over you.â
Minghao giggled. âI recorded the entire thing. Hey, who should I send this to first?â
âOh fuck off,â Soonyoung hissed, his face flushed with embarrassment. âNobody needs to see that shit.â
âRight, like half the school hasnât already.â Jeonghan gestured to the multitude of people still lingering around in the hallways, huddled in groups whispering about the events that had just happened. Glancing at Joshua after you were gone, he smirked.
âSo?â Joshua asked. âWhatâs your judgement?â
Jeonghan sipped the last of his drink, shaking it around and poking at the ice with his straw to see if there was any left. When he discovered none, he discarded the cup in the trash and crossed his arms over his chest. âI like her.â
You spent very little time in the bathroom, your visit only being to calm your nerves and steady your thoughts, but you didnât expect to see the same boy and the rest of his friends huddled outside the bathroom waiting for you.
Wide-eyed, you stared between the five of them.âUmâŚhello?â
âHi!â Mingyu smiled at you brightly, side eyeing Jeonghan when he nudged him aside. A quiet gasp slips past your lips; this boy was gorgeous.
âI assume you have a name? Or should we continue calling you new girl?â
âMy nameâŚ?â You repeated, feeling your body growing warm at the proximity between the two of you. âOh, my name. Iâm [Y/n].â Jeonghan nodded, and then he smiled at you. You felt even hotter now. A little dumb, too, certain that you were embarrassing yourself.
âThatâs cute,â he said, still smiling softly. Jeonghan threw one of his arms over your shoulder, keeping you close to him as he and the rest of his friends started to walk down the hallway. âSo then, youâll sit with us at lunch, right [Y/n]?â You stared at him, dumbfounded, unable to believe that he was actually being serious with you. Soonyoung, finding this funny, couldnât help but laugh.
âWhoâs stammering now?â He quipped, earning him a glare from Jeonghan. Soonyoung didnât speak again.
âSit with you?â You asked again, and Jeonghan nodded. âAre you sure?â Everyoneâs eyes seemed to be on you as you were basically escorted down the hall with Jeonghan at your side, except this time it wasnât your imagination. For some reason it felt like you were being stared at now more than ever.
âOf course weâre sure.â Joshua reassured you. When he looked close enough to fully take in the look on your face, he gave you a smile that was full of sympathy. âIgnore them. Theyâre all assholes. Weâre the nice ones!â
Joshua was right, in a way. Jeonghan and his friends were the nicest group of assholes youâve ever been associated with. It was one of those âmean to everyone except youâ type of dynamics, especially with Jeonghan himself. You knew it wasnât wise to, but you couldnât help how your heart would beat faster whenever he was around since he only seemed to regard you as a close friend and nothing more.
You also couldnât help but notice that he was as oblivious as he was cute. The others noticed, (Joshua was the first, obviously, then Minghao, then Mingyu, and then Soonyoung, who was heartbroken that youâd choose Jeonghan over him, and you didnât know if he was joking or not) but he seemed like the only one who couldnât get a hint. Even when you were being as direct and obvious as possible, Jeonghan still remained as unaffected by your affection as a white crayon did on white paper.
By senior year, you and Jeonghan started to grow apart. It was gradual, falling out of touch with one another as the last school year just passed you both by, until it seemed like Jeonghan was once again nothing but the cute boy you knew nothing about like he had been on your first day. The rest of the boys were devastated, Joshua most of all.
Aside from you, it seemed like he was the one who wanted Jeonghan to quit being dull and realize you liked him. Just tell him already, thatâs what heâd always say. You always said you would, only to end up doing the opposite.
What if Jeonghan didnât feel the same way? What if it destroyed your friendship? What if he never wanted anything to do with you after you told him? Each question seemed more unbearable than the last. It was easier to love him than to lose him.
The last time you saw him was at graduation. After the ceremony, roaming around the parking lot past all the smiling families taking pictures of their children with their brand new diplomas, looking for your auntâs carâyou ran into him.
â[Y/n]!â He called out to you, waving both of his arms in the air to draw your attention. He hugged you once you were close enough, squeezing you a little bit. âIâm sad now, weâre not going to see each other every day anymore,â he pouted, and you smiled, even though the thought of that saddened you just as much.
Having him act so naturally with you threw you for such a loop. Talking to him like this made it feel like your friendship hadnât come to an end, like you two were old friends who had never been apart.
âDonât be sad. Iâm sure weâll run into each other again.â You continued to smile, trying hard to make sure it didnât look fake. You needed to believe what you were saying if you wanted him to do the same. Luckily for you it seemed effective, because Jeonghanâs face soon broke into a smile as well before he held his pinky up to you.
âPromise?â
Now you were smiling for real. Jeonghan, at the ripe age of eighteen, still believed deeply in pinky promises. They were sacred, never to be broken, those were his words. Others may have found him childish for this, you found it noble.
Nodding, you linked your pinky with his. âPromise.â
The promise you made with Jeonghan turned five today. Five years since senior year ended, five years since you made that promise with him, five years since youâve seen Yoon Jeonghanâs face in person.
Now you saw him everywhere; on billboards, in ads, plastered on posters in the windows of just about every storeâeverywhere you went, Jeonghanâs face was sure to be there.
He was certainly doing better than you, no doubt. Odds are he wouldnât even recognize you anymore. You worked at the local Ihop, drive your auntâs old Toyota Camry, trying to save up enough money to move out of her house and into your own apartment.
You had wanted to attend college, even if only for a little, but your aunt only had enough money stashed away to send you to that ridiculously pricey private school, not to mention room she was already taking care of you for your mom while she was stillâŚaway, and you couldnât afford to go into debt or pay anyone back.
So while Jeonghan walked runways in Milan and New York, you stayed in town and missed him every time his name was mentioned by one of your coworkers, forcing away the feelings you harbored for him.
Something like that was bound to happen to him, though. He was already so handsome, and his parents no doubt had the connections needed to allow something like that for their son. You were happy for him. Even after all this time, you continued to remain his biggest supporter. Youâd buy every product he endorsed, watch any content he was featured in, and youâd stare at his pictures in awe, unable to believe that he just always seemed to get more and more good looking.
To Jeonghan, it was different. He enjoyed the attention. He liked being told by other people how handsome he was. He liked having people who adored him. But that was about it. Not once did he enjoy waking up early, rushing from shoot to shoot, sitting through meetings, none of it. He could live without the pressure to keep smiling, or the nagging from his parents, orâworst of allâthe questions on his love life.
Jeonghan had never dated anyone since becoming a model, not even in private. There were zero scandals regarding a romantic relationship when it came to him, but the media was still unconvinced. He wondered how or why they always found the time to be so nosy. Why couldnât they understand thatâs just not what he was looking for right now?
âSo Jeonghan, I think you all know the question on every one of our minds, right?â Jihyo asked with a smile, shifting around in her seat a little. Jeonghan responded with his convincing fake laughsâhe had to have them mastered by now after all the invasive questions heâd constantly be asked by people like the paparazzi, or in this case, talk-show hosts. âIs there a special girl in your life that youâre hiding from us?â
The audience erupted into a fit of âoooâsâ and âaahâsâ all while Jeonghan tried to hide his discomfort with the subject. âHonestly, Jihyo? There really is nobody right now. Iâm justâŚnot interested in dating.â
âOh, come on! Are you sure youâre not seeing anyone in secret?â The sound of Jihyoâs laughter echoed through the studio as is blended with the reactions from the audience. Jeonghan laughed along with her, wondering how much longer heâd be here. Heâd already had to have a long meeting with his parents and his agency this morning, then done a product endorsement for a cosmetics brand afterwards, and now he was here, entertaining Jihyo and her live studio audience. Today was relatively low maintenance for him, so after he left here there was only one thing he wanted to do before going home; eat.
Jeonghan shook his head, a small smile on his face. âIf I were seeing someone, they wouldnât be a secret.â
Jihyoâs face lit up in surprise, her mouth parting as she took in his response. âWow! It seems like Jeonghan is that kind of boyfriend, huh?â Various reactions came from the crowd, most of them being screams of Jeonghanâs name praising him for his response. âAll right, thatâs all the time we have for today, but tune in tomorrow to hear Jo Yuri talk about her acting debut! Thatâs all for now!â
âAlright, thatâs it people! Letâs wrap it up!â
Jeonghan exhaled with relief, saying a polite goodbye to Jihyo before he excused himself off the set and to his car. He cursed when he noticed how dark the sky was beginning to get. Most of the places he wanted to go would be closing by now. He thought hard to remember the places that stayed open late, then remembered that the local Ihop was always open. He wasnât the biggest fan of the place, not by a long shot, but heâd just have to suck it up for the sake of his hunger.
Business at work had been slow today. It was only Monday, and you never got too much of a crowd during the start of the week, especially not when it was so early in the morning. Chaewon had suggested the two of you take a short break in the bathroom (though knowing her, she just wanted to gossip).
âNo way, [Y/n]. Youâre telling me you really knew Jeonghan in high school?â Chaewon asked you, leaning against the bathroom sink as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. âWhat was he like?â
You shrugged as you washed your hands. âHe was nice. Well, he was nice to me.â This made Chaewon gasp and grab onto your shoulder, pressing her lips together to try and hide the smile creeping onto her face.
âOh my gosh, he was totally into you!â
Yoon Jeonghan? Into you? You laughed dryly, really finding your friendâs enthusiasm cute, but at the same time you seriously doubted it. If what he said in those interviews were true, there was no chance. He wasnât interested in dating; in relationships altogether.
You were just about to respond to her when the door to the bathroom flew open. Sakura, your manager, was standing in the doorway staring at the two of you like sheâd caught you doing something you shouldnât have.
âWhat are you two still doing in here?â She asked. âSomeone is waiting to have their order taken.â
âComing,â you sighed, patting your hands dry with three paper towels too many and rushing out behind Sakura. You approached one of the booths closer to the entrance, notepad in hand. âWelcome to Ihop, what can Iââ
The person sitting in the booth lowers the menu, and time seems to stop. He looks up at you. You look down at him. It was like neither of you could believe you were seeing each other in this setting, of all places.
âJeongâŚhan?â You mumbled, blinking rapidly to see if he was really the person sitting there. He couldnât really be here, could he? But then he smirked and you were convinced; he was real.
âItâs good to see you too, [Y/n].â He muses, flipping back and forth through the menu a few more times before setting in down on the table. He soaks in the dumbfounded look on your face with an overly smug smile. âDonât just stand there, sit.â
âIâm the waitress, I canât justââ
âSit.â
You slid down into the seat across from him without missing a beat. A part of you felt embarrassed for giving into him so easily, the part of you with dignity.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked, which got you an amused laugh from Jeonghan.
âIâm hungry, [Y/n]. Why else do people come to Ihop?â
Well, it was good to know he was still a smart ass after all this time. Even if you were attracted to him, then and now, you still couldnât help but roll your eyes. âOkay, you know thatâs not what I mean.â
Jeonghan tilted his head to one side. âI live here too, remember?â Then he sighed and laughed weakly. âHas it really been that long?â
A frown found its way onto your lips. Maybe it has been that long, it was like Jeonghan was suddenly a stranger to you even after the time youâd spent together in school. Thinking about that made something inside of you ache.
âI guess it has.â You mumbled. Your eyes remained locked on the table and not Jeonghan, not even when he started to give you his order. Sliding out of the seat, you gave him your usual service industry smile. âIâll be right back with that.â
You scrambled to the kitchen, handing off the order to the cooks. âHey, Chaewon, can you go bring the customer out there his drink?â
Slightly skeptical, Chaewon glanced down at the glass in your hand yet took it anyway. âWhy canât you go bring it to him? You already took his order.â
âJust help me out, okay? Just this once?â The girl sighed, mumbling under her breath as she exited the kitchen. You try to take this moment to finally catch your breath and calm your nerves, but itâs quickly ruined when you hear a shriek, followed by Chaewon running back to the kitchen, a starstruck look on her face.
âYoon Jeonghan is in our restaurant,â she says, her hand clutching the front of her shirt. âAnd heâs asking for you, [Y/n].â
Of course heâs asking for you. There was no way youâd get out of this little reunion with him so easily. Jeonghan never let things be simple, youâd learned that quickly from your time being friends with him.
âJust bring the food once itâs ready, Chae,â you muttered, walking out of the kitchen and back to the booth Jeonghan was seated at. He looked up at you, pointing to the spot across from him, and you sat. âIs there something you want from me, Jeonghan?â
âJust some company,â He replied with a faux pout. He noticed that you were still looking at him like you could see through his lie, so he shrugged and smiled. âOkay, fine. I really did come here to eat, but I do need help with something else too.â
Raising your eyebrows, you urged him to continue. âI need you to be my girlfriend.â If you had opened your eyes any wider, they probably might have popped out of your head.
âW-What?â You shouted. Jeonghan put one of his fingers to his lips to shush you, which only helped to get you quiet and not to calm your racing heart. âBut youâre always sayingâŚâ
âListen,â He held one of your hand with both of his. âI know, I know. Iâm always saying Iâm not looking to date right now. But thatâs exactly why I need you. Iâm hoping to get everyone off my fucking back even if itâs just for a little while. Once the news of our relationship dies down, we can call it quits.â
You felt like this was a really vivid dream; like your subconscious was playing an elaborate trick on you and that none of this was actually real. Jeonghan squeezed your hand and looked at you expectantly. This mustâve been really important to him, and he was counting on you. Curse your simple heart, seven years had passed and you still felt like the love struck sixteen year old you were when you first met him.
This was a bad idea. No, this was a terrible idea. You should tell him that. There is no way you should sayâ
âOkay, fine. But only until the news dies down.â
Jeonghan grinned, visibly pleased with your response.
âI knew I could count on you.â
Thinking with your brain was always hard for you to do whenever you even thought about him, so having him make such a large request of you was basically keeping you from acting with any sort of rationality.
But Jeonghan didnât need to know all that. You propped your elbow up on the cool surface of the table and leaned your head into the palm of your hand, swallowing down your apprehension. âWhat are friends for?â
When you woke up the next morning, the only thing on your mind was Jeonghan. Your interaction with him at your job hadnât been a dream. He had asked you to be his (pretend) girlfriend, and you had agreed. You partly regretted the decision like you would a hangover, knowing that you still had feelings for him and telling him youâd go along with his plans could only end so many ways. Youâd have to stop thinking with your heart so often.
In your moment of doubt, you received a text from Jeonghan. After he had finished his very late lunch yesterday, he tore off a piece of the receipt and scribbled down his phone number on it for you to keep, leaving you behind with a generous tip and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Fucking butterflies.
Heâd also left you a very lovely, romantic text.
Iâm picking you up at 7:45.
Ever the charmer. You checked the time; it was exactly 7. You groaned and hoped that this wouldnât become an everyday thing, you didnât even go into work this early.
Jeonghan ended up arriving outside your auntâs house ten minutes later than he said he would, which only made you feel dumb for racing against the clock to make yourself look presentable.
He kept his eyes on you as you buckled up. âGood morning.â You side-eyed him, just barely making out the stupid lopsided grin on his lips.
âFor you, maybe.â
âYouâll get used to it, I already have.â
So this would be an everyday thing. Great.
Accompanying Jeonghan around had given you a unique perspective on your own life. You had already thought there was a lot on your own plate, but Jeonghan, you werenât sure how he handled it all. Sitting through meetings, fittings, hair and makeup, and photoshoot after photoshoot was tiring you out and you werenât even the model.
You did like the rush of pride you got whenever Jeonghan introduced you as his girlfriend. Getting to see the shocked look on the faces of the people who worked beside him made you feel like you were important. If you didnât have to get up so early all the time, maybe this was something you could get used to.
âItâs boring, right?â Jeonghan said, pulling you out of your thoughts.
âWhat do you mean?â
He sighed, waving away the man that was wiping off his makeup. âThe sitting around, the waiting, all of it. Youâre bored, arenât you?â
You raised one of your eyebrows. âWhy would you think Iâm bored?â You asked. âAre you bored?â
âObviously,â he scoffed in reply. âI wouldâve rather done pretty much anything else. I mentioned being a model, like, one time and they just went with it. I didnât wanna argue with my parents, though.â He shrugged, and that was it.
There was a sudden awkward tension in the air with Jeonghanâs overly honest confession. You glanced at the man who was in charge of removing his makeup, sharing a sheepish look with him before breaking eye contact. He was two for two on the eye opening revelations today, and you werenât too sure you could handle a third.
Clearing your throat, you tried to think of a way to steer the conversation into a different direction. âSo, uh, where to after this?â
âThe gym. I wouldâve gone tomorrow but Joshua said heâd meet me there.â
Finally, a break in this drag of a schedule of his. And youâd get to see Joshua. You could feel your boredom melting away like ice on a hot day as you got up and stretched.
âIâll be in the car.â
So, about the visit to the gymâŚ
It was fine at first. Normal. You greeted Joshua, hugged him, expressed how good it was to see him and how much you had missed him after all this time, and he smiled and done the same.
Speaking of Joshua, he had almost screamed when Jeonghan mentioned that you and him were seeing each other, and when he looked at you to confirm that he was telling the truth, he did scream, earning him confused and concerned stares from the people around you. Lying to him warded off the happy feeling you had built up on the way over here in a heartbeat, so you stayed silent for the duration of his workout with Jeonghan.
âShit, dude, I gotta go. Something just came up,â Joshua apologized quickly and rushed out of the building, leaving just you, Jeonghan, and a small handful of other people rich or important enough to get into this private space.
You werenât sure why, maybe it was the hot, sticky air of the gym. Maybe it was Jeonghan sitting there, all sweaty and panting and looking at you with that stupidly sexy smirk on his face. Maybe it was a bunch of other things you couldnât bring your mind to conjure up the words for, but something was about to happen, you could feel it.
âI should shower.â Jeonghan suddenly said, parting his sweaty body from the machine he had been occupying. His eyes flashed with something you couldnât quite place. âWanna join?â
Thatâs the short version of how you ended up pressed up against the wall gym shower, your back to Jeonghan as he took you from behind. Your head spun with desire and a dash of shame. Even though it felt really good, you hadnât even kissed Jeonghan once since declaring your status as (fake) girlfriend and boyfriend.
âOh, baby. If I had known you felt this good Iâd have done this ages ago,â Jeonghan moaned into your ear, and you could feel your knees buckle under you. That sweet-talking mouth of his would definitely be a problem for you, you were calling it now. Hearing such vulgar comments fall from his lips so naturally made you wonder why he was so good at this.
âF-Fuck, Jeonghan. Donât stopâŚâ The tiles of the small shower felt cold and wet against your skin, the feeling being the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded. Jeonghanâs hands held your hips tightly when you almost slipped as he mumbled something about being careful. If you werenât in this position youâd have slapped him. âYouâre not funny.â
Jeonghan isnât bothered by your remark in the slightest. He snaps his hips forward, loving the way you gasp and push yourself back to meet his thrusts. He really thought you looked cute like this, so easily losing your composure because of him. He knew about the effect he could have on people, but none of them mattered now that he saw how you reacted to him. âTell me how it feels baby.â
âSo good, Jeonghan. F-Feels so fucking good.â You whined, your mine tuned in on the feeling of his wet skin against yours and the sounds of both of your moans.
âThatâs right, feels so good. Youâre so cute, you know that?â
Your muscles clenching around his cock when he said that was the one thing that seemed to have Jeonghan lose his cool. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there while he rubbed your clit in fast circles, urging you closer and closer to the bliss of your release.
âGonnaâŚIâm g-gonnaââ You try to say only to be cut off by your own hoarse wail of Jeonghanâs name as your orgasm hits you. Afraid that you might fall, Jeonghan holds onto you even tighter all while continuing to fuck you through your high. He glances down, biting his lip at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of his cock and the streaks of cum streaking down your inner thighs. Never did he think a visual so filthy would get him off, but he couldnât help but bite your shoulder and curse quietly as he felt himself cum.
The water had gone cold by now, making the realization of just how long youâd been in here weigh heavy on your mind. Jeonghan squeezed one of your hips before he pulled out of you and stepped out to find some towels. You turned off the cool water, leaning back against the same wall youâd just been fucked against and sighed.
Now you really couldnât go back.
Out of nowhere, a hauntingly embarrassing thought crawled its way into your mind. âOh no,â you gasped. âJeonghan, what if someone heard us?â He just laughed at your panicked words.
âPrivate gym, private showers.â He explained, smiling when you visibly relaxed. âYou make some pretty funny faces, has anyone ever told you that?â
You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile on your face. âYeah, you have, back in school.â There had been many instances in your teenage years where Jeonghan had often laughed harder to your reactions to certain events more than the event itself, and heâd always tell you how âfascinatingâ your range of facial expressions were. History does repeat itself after all. âHas it really been that long?â Hearing the words heâd said to you the other day elicited a soft chuckle from Jeonghan as he pulled your body closer to his, wrapping one of the warm towels around your shivering frame.
You didnât like the way your heart was beating faster at an action as simple as that as if he hadnât just had his way with you in that little cubicle this place dared to call a shower, but you just laughed with him and hoped that he wouldnât notice.
âI guess it has.â
When you returned to work on Friday, you received a warm welcome from your favorite coworker and best friend.
Translation: Chaewon screaming at the top of her lungs and shaking you back and forth.
âYou didnât tell me youâre DATING YOON JEONGHAN!â Her grip was entering bruise territory. âI thought we were friends!â
âChaewon, please,â Sakura sighed, prying you out of her arms. âYouâre dating that boy that came in the other day? Whatâs the big deal?â
Chaewon had never looked so shocked. Well, thatâs a lie, but right now thatâs just how her face looked. âThe big deal is him! Heâs literally everywhere, Sakura. Heâs YOON JEONGHAN!â
The customers could no doubt hear her frantic screaming from the kitchen despite your best efforts to make her quiet down. Unfortunately trying to get Chaewon to calm down was like trying to get a penguin to fly.
âHow do you even know about that anyway?â You asked. Chaewon held up a finger, quickly pulling her phone out of her pocket and typing a few words into google and hitting search. She held it out to you and Sakura, and your jaw dropped.
Pictures of you and Jeonghan leaving the gym together, hand in hand, along with a plethora of articles inquiring about your identity as Jeonghanâs girlfriend. Your face wasnât visible in any of them, but anyone who knew you could tell that you were the one beside him in those photos.
âOh, wow. Yeah, thatâs you alright.â Sakura hummed without even sparing you a glance. âThatâs nice. Heâs a handsome guy. Good for you, [Y/n].â
You smiled, feeling a little awkward with all the sudden attention. âThanks, Kkura.â You couldnât even prepare yourself to be grabbed by Chaewon a second time, so you just let it happen.
âTell. Me. Everything.â
âUhâŚâ
âYou can talk after work,â Sakura sighed, pulling you away from Chaewon once again. â[Y/n]âs boyfriend will still be with her after her shift is over.â
You really hoped so.
For almost the entirety of your shift, you were somewhat unfocused on your actual job and more on the leaked pictures of you and Jeonghan. Never had you been used to having so much attention on you, especially over a guy. Of course, Jeonghan wasnât just any guy, but still. All of the hype had to be because of what heâd always preached about not being interested in dating, no doubt, but other than that your sentiment was similar to that of your managerâs: whatâs the big deal?
Chaewon also seemed off, though it was mostly only because she couldnât wait to pick your brain about your relationship with the model. She kept looking at you and smiling for the entirety of your shift, and youâd just try and pretend you didnât see her. It was working fine until you know who came back to pay you another unexpected visit.
âHey, your boyfriend is here!â She whispered to you when you returned from a quick trip to the bathroom. You felt confused and surprised at the same time, he was supposed to beâŚanywhere but here right now. The stupid organ in your chest jumped when you considered the possibility that he was actually here for you.
Making your way to the front of the restaurant, Jeonghan stood there, hands in his pockets, looking pleased to see you.
âJeonghan, what are you doing here?â He pouted at you.
âIs that the only question you know how to ask me?â You crossed your arms, not in the mood for his little games right now. âSorry, fine. I wanted to see you. Make sure youâre handling the news well.â
âNewsâŚ? Oh, that.â You werenât too thrilled to talk about your sudden rise to fame even though it had been the only thing on your mind ever since finding out from Chaewon today. Kind of ironic. âItâs whatever, I guess. I mean, I couldnât believe it when Chaewon showed me the pictures, but that was pretty much it.â You shrugged.
âWow,â Jeonghan hummed. âHave you always been this blunt? Whereâs the girl with the bob? I like her energy better.â He started to laugh, the sound only getting louder when you hit him on the chest. You knew didnât hurt him, not even in the slightest, and his cute giggling only made you madder. Damn him and his smart mouth. âJust kidding, baby.â
And there he goes with the nicknames again. Seriously, damn him and his smart talking, filthy, mouth and all the words heâd speak with it to get you all flustered.
âYou never answered me. Donât you have a photo shoot or a fitting, or, I donât know, somewhere else to be instead of Ihop on a Friday?â
Jeonghan just smiled at you. âForgive me for wanting to just stop by and say hello to my girlfriend.â
âJeonghan.â
Your eyes watched him as he tried to bite back the smile on his lips to no avail. He nodded slowly, seemingly getting the hint that you could always manage to see right through him. He didnât know if it was a good or bad thing.
âAlright, alright. You remember that show I was on not too long ago? The one with Jiyho?â Of course you remembered. Chaewon had sent the link to the video once it was uploaded to youtube (like she did with everything involving Jeonghan) along with a bunch of incorrectly spelled words in all caps expressing her excitement and disbelief. He continued speaking once you nodded. âYeah, so, she pretty much wants me back on the showâŚwith you.â He puts his hands on your shoulders, waiting for you to object to the whole thing.
But you donât object. You glance to the side once, then back at him, and shrug like you had done moments earlier. âOkay. Iâm off on Wednesdays and Thursdays.â The man in front of you sighed and shook his head.
âShe wants us there tomorrow. Canât you get someone else to come in for you, or something?â
You exhaled a heavy, dramatic sigh. âFine. But you owe me, okay? This is coming out of my paycheck.â The look of utter happiness on Jeonghanâs face whenever you give into him is something you think youâll never get tired of seeing, like he really thought itâd take more convincing to get you to say yes. Youâve literally been wrapped around his finger since you were sixteen, it was honestly surprising that he had the nerve to explain himself to you sometimes when you damn near lacked the ability to say no to him.
âYouâre the best,â he was still smiling when he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. âIâll pick you up tomorrow, okay? Wear something cute.â
You made some sort of strange yet quiet noise of acknowledgment, watching him with slightly parted lips as he walked out of the doors and back to his car. Jeonghan had just kissed you. On the forehead, yeah, but it was still a kiss. And not like he had kissed you in the shower, either, this one felt different. Tingly. Youâd have probably stayed rooted to that spot if Sakura hadnât started yelling for you to get back to work.
âComing!â
Mornings always seemed to come too fast for you, especially when you were going anywhere with Jeonghan. Time had to be speeding up on purpose knowing that you were always rushing to get ready lest you make Jeonghan late to one of his unmissable and very important (that you were still shocked to discover how much he despised) events.
You were worried about wearing the âwrong thingâ even though you had no idea you should wear for something like this and texted Jeonghan for help last night. He responded with a short explanation of what heâd be wearing and said that you could just wear whatever you thought would match or complement what heâd have on. And then heâd sent one more a few minutes after that. One that read:
good night [y/n] sleep thigh
You had responded with a series of question marks, expecting some kind of explanation or clarification, but he mustâve gone to sleep right after that because there was no response for the rest of the night.
So when you had settled yourself into the passenger seat of his car, youâd decide to question him about it now.
âOh, I meant sleep tight,â Jeonghan told you. He pointed at the seatbelt, staring at you until you were buckled up and only then did the car start to move. âWere you really thinking about that all night? Even I make spelling mistakes, [Y/n].â
You could sense that he was about to start laughing even before you started talking. âNo! I justâŚwhatever, nevermind.â And youâd been right, Jeonghan laughed just like he always did whenever you seemed to make what you considered a fool of yourself in front of him. He noticed that you were frowning from the corner of his eye and placed one of his hands on your thigh. You flinched at the contact.
âWhat?â He asked, starting to pull it away, but you grabbed it and placed it back down.
âNothing.â You shook your head. âItâs nothing. Your hands are just cold.â This made him smirk. He poked your cheek, your forearm, and your upper thigh, the smile on his face getting wider each time you shivered and tried to push it away. âQuit it!â
âYou like it,â he was giggling now, and you were too. You didnât even realize that you were until he had pointed to your mouth and laughed even harder. As long as Jeonghan had known you, youâd never giggled before. He joked that he was starting to rub off on you as he poked you with his cold fingers one more time. âI like that dress, by the way.â His hand found its way back to your thigh, feeling slightly less cold now. Maybe the heat of your body was warming him up, because you definitely felt hot right now.
âThank you.â
âMhm. You wore it just for me, didnât you?â
Your eyes grew the slightest bit wider. That was partly the truth, yes. Youâd also worn it because heâd told you to wear something nice and this dress just so happened to be one of the nicest pieces of clothing you owned that was appropriate for an event like this. The former option seemed to be the one he was more interested in though, seeing as how he was pushing up the hem of the dress and glancing at your underwearâand the wet patch on it.
âWell, yeah, you kinda told me to.â Jeonghan loved the fact that you were actively choosing to either ignore the fact that you were wet right now or pretend like it didnât faze you. He pressed one of his (still somewhat cold) fingers on the spot and started to rub it, making you shiver and moan. âJ-Jeonghan, youâre doing this now?â
âAh, you know what? Youâre right. My hands are still cold, arenât they?â He mumbled, but his hand stayed placed firmly against your upper thigh. You hated the way you whined at his teasing and the way you craved more. âAww, baby. I was just doing what you wanted. Are you mad at me now?â
âYouâre literally the worst!â Huffing, you slapped his hand away and Jeonghan, stubborn as ever, just placed it right back down on your thigh. âDonât touch me.â You tried sounding stern despite the way you were starting to grin, much to Jeonghanâs amusement.
âI owe you one, okay?â His voice was full of nothing but sincerity as he pulled the edges of your dress back down. âPut on a good show for Jihyo and Iâll let you cum as many times as you want later, deal?â
Your response came immediately, like you hadnât even had to think about it. âDeal.â
Jihyo was even prettier in person. You werenât used to seeing her without her hair in a bob, like Chaewon, but she seemed to be in the process of growing her hair out. Her skin was a little tanner in person and she had a smile that was kind and natural, which made you feel at ease.
âSo, everyone, Iâm sure youâve all seen the pictures, right? Of Jeonghan and his supposed girlfriend?â Jihyo turned so that she faced the audience, nodding along at their responses. âI know, I saw them too, and when I tell you my jaw literally dropped. I was like, Iâve gotta get him back on the show. Well here he is, everyone! And with his mystery girl too!â She held one of her arms out and the audience erupted into applause seeing you and Jeonghan hand in hand walk onto the set. Jihyo clapped as well, watching the two of you the whole time while you took your seats beside each other.
âItâs good to be back, Jihyo. Thanks for having me.â Jeonghan was as polite as ever, his fingers still interlaced with your own. The woman just scoffed and shook her head.
âOh, itâs nothing! You know how much of a joy you are to have on set.â Then she turned to you, eyebrows shooting up. âAnd you! Whatâs your name, sweetie?â
âIâm [Y/n].â The smile on your face was a little awkward, but the audience still received the interaction positively and applauded once more.
âWell [Y/n], arenât you a lucky girl?â She leaned a little forward in her seat. âYouâre doing what a lot of other girls could literally only dream of. How does it feel to be dating Jeonghan?â
Itâs everything Iâve ever wanted. Itâs like a dream come true. Itâs perfect, in every sense of the word. And itâs all one big lie.
âItâsâŚitâs really crazy to think about it, you know? Like, Iâm just a normal girl, but Iâm dating him?â You ended your reply by gesturing to Jeonghan, both of you smiling. More clapping came from the audience. It seemed to be going well.
âThatâs totally understandable. If I were you, I wouldâve lost it. You probably did lose it a little, I would imagine, right?â You nodded at her question, recalling the day he had proposed the whole idea to you. Thinking about how you managed to keep your nerves under control in that situation amazed you, followed by a surge of pride for being able to keep up your act on nonchalance so well when in Jeonghanâs presence. So in Jihyoâs words, yeah, you did lose it just a little.
âRight, right. And you, mister, how long has this been going on?â Jihyo pointed one of her neatly manicured fingers right at Jeonghan. âI remember you saying youâd never keep that special someone a secret.â
Jeonghan leaned back and rested his hands flat on the arms of his chair. â[Y/n] wasnât ready to be in the public eye. She was just nervous, and Iâd never make her do something she didnât want to. Forgive me.â Seeing the fake pout on his lips caused one to form on Jihyoâs face as well. He was pretty good at this lying on the spot stuff. Maybe a little too good.
âYou sweet thing. What a considerate boyfriend. Anyone else feeling a little bit jealous right now?â Jihyo glanced at the audience, responding as eagerly as ever. âIâm definitely feeling a little envious. Like just a pinch. No, but seriously, I wanna know everything. Oh, tell us this: who fell in love first? Iâm really curious.â
You sat up in your seat a little straighter. Should you answer? Should you tell the truth? Would Jeonghan finally get the hint you just confessed right now, or would he think youâre just playing along?
âI did.â You snapped your head in Jeonghanâs direction, and you felt tingly again. It didnât help that he winked at you either, insinuating that this was yet another lie and that you should continue to act naturally. The audience was eating this up.
Jihyo held her hands over her open mouth, looking between you and the crowd. âWow! IâŚjust wow! Iâm so shocked! I was expecting you to be the one whoâŚâ She couldnât even finish speaking given her exasperation, but you could read between the lines. Jihyo wasnât the only one thrown for a loop with his answer, you genuinely had no idea he would say that. â[Y/n], sweetie, did you know he was the one who liked you first?â
âNo,â you were being honest for the first time. âIâm just as shocked as you are.â You look at Jeonghan once again, your eyes immediately noticing the smug look written all over his face. You didnât like it.
A few more questions later, Jihyo announced that there was âno more time, sorry, i know,â and started to dismiss everyone on the set. You and Jeonghan gave her one last round of polite smiling and goodbyes before you let Jeonghan escort you back to his car. The difference in your moods was stark; Jeonghan seemed to be on cloud nine while you were still hung up over what he had told Jihyo earlier.
âUm, Jeonghan, about what you said back thereâŚâ
âI know, right! Did you see the faces of the people in the audience?â He looked so happy, sounded so happy. Anyone could tell he was enjoying the attention. You werenât. You wanted answers.
You rolled your eyes. âYeah, I saw them. They really just eat up anything you say, even if youâre lying.â
For the first time in a while, you noticed a dramatic change in Jeonghanâs expression. It was only for a second, maybe less, but it happened. Something like nervousness mixed with a dash of sadness and a pinch of guilt mixed together and slapped right onto the canvas of his face to create the masterpiece of his composure being lost. And then just as quickly as he let it fall, he slapped the mask back onto his face in the form of that carefree grin.
âI know, and Iâm sorry baby. Iâll drop you off and then weâll talk all about it.â
Jeonghan was good at keeping his promises. He kept the one you made at graduation to see you againâwhich was probably just dumb luck, but it counted. He kept the one he made to you after you left the gym and brought you to your favorite coffee place so you could a drink and a cake pop. He even kept the one he made to you in Junior year when you dropped Minghaoâs phone in the pool (you both blamed it on Mingyu). He had not kept his promise to talk to you about what he said in the interview with Jihyo. You were too occupied with his other promise (technically, it was a deal) youâd made with him before that.
âYouâre a natural on camera, baby,â He whispered into your ear, running his hands up and down your sides. Jeonghan had his hand down your underwear the whole drive back to your auntâs house, and when he finally pulled into the driveway, you were scrambling into his lap. Seeing you so worked up made Jeonghan feel good. He leaned back the drivers seat and let you grind against his erection, flooding the inside of your mind until you could think of nothing but him. âI can tell they just loved you.â
âYou really talk too much sometimes,â You mumbled. Jeonghan loved nothing more than when you talked back to him, it only made things more fun when he watched you fall apart on his cock in the moments that would follow. âYou and your filthy mouth.â
âShut me up then.â
Jeonghan licked his lips, and you watched him do so with bated breath. He was challenging you. Up until now, you had never kissed each other. You were afraid that if you did, some kind of invisible, imaginary line would be crossed and then itâd be that much harder to let him go. But what the hell, youâd already had him balls deep inside of you, what was a kiss compared to that?
His perfect, pink, lips were calling out to you like a siren does a sailor. There was no resistance when you finally kissed him, finally feeling the softness of his lips against your own. Jeonghan pulls you closer, the sudden friction between your bare core and his clothed cock making the two of you moan into the otherâs mouth.
âRide me,â He whispered with need. Need, you thought, Jeonghan needed this from you. This wouldâve been the ideal time to tease him back considering his current state. But fuck, you needed him too.
Jeonghan helped you unbutton his pants and slide them down along with his boxers just enough for you to sink down onto his aching cock. It felt different, but not in a bad way. He felt so much deeper, so much better, so much closer.
He let a chuckle slip past his lips. âYour heartâŚitâs beating fast.â His ability to be snarky and annoying never seemed to escape him.
âIs yours not?â You asked him while you rocked your hips back and forth lazily. The last thing you wanted to do was rush this moment, this might be the last time you got to have him like this, you wanted it to last. Jeonghan wrapped his hand around one of your wrists and placed it flat against his chest.
His heart was beating just as fast as yours.
There was probably a word out there somewhere to properly convey the emotions you were feeling, not that you could think of it right now with the way Jeonghan was scrambling not only your insidesâbut your mind, too.
Neither of you spoke again after that. You became caught up in the moment, in the way each other felt. Jeonghanâs eyes fluttered closed when the motions of your hips became faster, the obscene sound of his moaning overpowering your own gasps and whines of pleasure. He looked a fucked out mess; swollen lips, dark eyes, messy hair, the whole nine yards. If your eyes could take pictures, youâd want a million of him in this moment.
Jeonghan couldnât stop kissing you. Heâd been waiting for you to take the initiative, to let go of your hesitation. And now he was addicted to you and the way you kissed him and slipped your tongue into his mouth like you just couldnât get enough.
ââM gonna fucking cum, baby,â he breathed, thrusting up into you without warning. You wrapped your arms around his neck, panting, feeling yourself get close too. He kissed you, sloppily, his dick bruising the spongy spot inside you until you were seeing white. No less than a few seconds later Jeonghan was doing the same, your sloppy cunt milking him dry. You stayed like that for a while, his forehead pressed to yours, until the speed and sound of your breathing fell into the same rhythm.
âIâve gotta go,â is how he chose to break the silence, kissing you to silence your whine of protest. âI know, Iâm sorry. But hey, my family is having a party in a few weeks. Some business shit, probably for publicity. I donât know all the details, but they told me to bring you so they could finally meet you in person.â
You couldnât muster any other response aside from a sigh. âIâll be there.â
He kissed you one last time. âThatâs my girl.â
One promise kept, another one broken.
âYou know, that day you asked me to cover your shift, I didnât expect it was because you were running off with your boyfriend to go on some talk show,â Yeonjun mumbled, taking the somewhat heavy box labeled âbathroomâ out of your hands and walking it to that room. âIt must be nice, right?â His voice echoed through the empty space of your new apartment.
âWhy, you jealous?â You could hear him scoff all the way from the bathroom, making you and Chaewon laugh.
Itâs been two weeks since youâve heard from Jeonghan. His schedule has gotten increasingly busier ever since his reappearance on Jihyoâs show (which only made the news of your relationship more popular) , and you missed him for a multitude of reasons. One of them being that talk you never had about what heâd said that day. Every time youâd try to bring it up with him there was always a way he managed to weasel his way out of giving you an answer, so youâd given up trying at this point.
In better news, youâd finally managed to save up enough money to move out of your aunts house and into a decent little apartment downtown. It was kind of small, but it was just you, so you were fine with it. Today youâd finally started to move in most of your things. Joshua, Mingyu, and Soonyoung would come over tomorrow to help you set up your bed and shelves and other things that required the ability to decipher Ikea instructions. Minghao would come too, but not to help put anything together. He just wanted to scope out the place and advise you on the best way to decorate it.
So for now it was just you, your coworkers, and a couple of boxes containing the few things that you owned.
âWhat was it like seeing Jihyo in person?â Chaewon asked, taking a seat on the edge of the kitchen counter.
âShe was nice. And pretty. Sheâs also more tan in person.â You replied. âI really need to go to the store, Iâve barely got any real furniture.â You stared into your box labeled âkitchenâ and felt taunted by the plastic cutlery that rested inside.
There was a sudden knock at the door. You looked at Chaewon and she shrugged, just as clueless as you. You padded to the door, unlocking it and opening it just a crack. It was Jeonghan. Chaewon gasped, and you could hear her jump off of the counter and shuffle over to the doorway. He looked tired and a little annoyed standing there with his hands buried in his pockets. Today mustâve been one of his off days because he was dressed way more casually than he normally was.
âHey baby. Hi Chaewon.â His voice sounded slightly deeper than you were used to hearing it. Chaewon waved tentatively from her position behind you. âCan I come in?â You took a step to the side, enough to let him come in, and he looked around the mostly empty space with an unreadable expression. âYou never told me you moved out of your auntâs place.â
âRight, yeah, sorry,â You shrugged. âYou were just so busy, I didnât want to bother you. It just slipped my mind.â Jeonghan just shook his head and leaned against the counter.
âItâs fine, I wouldâve made time to stop by and help if Iâd known. Wouldâve been better than all the shit Iâve been doing.â
Chaewon stood awkwardly to the side, soon accompanied by a clueless Yeonjun who had just gotten over the initial shock of seeing Jeonghan inside your apartment. âUmâŚwe should get going right now actually. Weâll come back another day, okay [Y/n]?â She smiled at you and waved to Jeonghan with a bit more confidence this time and yanked Yeonjun out of the apartment behind her by his wrist, shutting the door behind her with a kick of her foot.
The air suddenly felt a lot thicker.
âDo you think you could do me a favor?â
You hummed questioningly, watching Jeonghanâs head drop down and his gaze lower. You followed his eyes all the way down to the bulge in his pants. He frowned when you started laughing.
âThis is funny to you?â You only laughed harder, one of your hands hovering over your mouth. âI donât find anything funny about this.â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you spoke through your laughs. âHow did this even happen?â
He leans his head back and sighs. âI was thinking about you.â Your laughter immediately stops.
Youâve just come to two realizations.
1. Jeonghan admits he gets hard at the mere thought of you.
2. He came running here during one of his few days off because he wants your help dealing with it.
You felt a mix of things right now. Hornyâobviouslyâbut also proud, and kind of special. Weirdly enough, you liked the idea of Jeonghan running to you to find some sort of release. Or maybe you just really missed him in the wrong way.
âCome here.â Jeonghan beckons you closer, cupping your face in his hands and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. âYouâre so prettyâŚâ
âYou too,â came your mumbled reply. You reached down to palm him through his sweatpants, eliciting a drawn-out groan from Jeonghan. His hips bucked into your hand, one of his hands wrapped firmly around your wrist similarly to the way heâd done in the car. You slowly sank to your knees, never once breaking eye contact with him.
The sight of you on your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes and your bottom lip between your teeth, Jeonghan couldâve blown a fucking load right then and there.
âDid you miss me, Hannie?â
Jeonghan sucked in a sharp breath when you yanked down his pants and boxers at the same time, exposing his cock to the cool air of your apartment. âI always miss you, baby.â
You paused for a moment and wondered if he really meant that, but with his dick literally in your face you came to the conclusion that maybe it wasnât the best time to mull things over. You peppered his tip with kisses and ran your hands up and down the base. Youâd almost forgotten how much you love it when he moans for you.
âS-so goodâŚyouâre so good to me,â he rested his hands on the top of your head, breathing shakily when you finally closed your lips around him. Just when he thought he couldnât become any more addicted to you, you went and proved him wrong.
You choked and dug your fingers into his thighs at an unexpected show of force from Jeonghan, pushing his cock deeper down your throat with a thrust of his hips. A loud gag shot out of your mouth when it hit the back of your throat, tears starting to well up inside of your eyes. He wouldâve apologized if he didnât think you didnât like the sight of you like this. âYouâre fucking perfect,â he said it without thinking, too caught up in the moment.
A single tear trailed down your cheek. You moaned around him and he copied the sound, the vibrations making him shiver with pleasure. Your jaw was starting to hurt, just a little, but Jeonghan seemed too far gone go notice anything but his own need to cum down your throat. You whined as loudly as you could, and thatâs when he finally seemed to get the memo.
His grip became the slightest bit looser, letting you wrap your hands around whatever you couldnât fit in your mouth. You feel kind of gross when you notice that thereâs spit dripping down your chin, but Jeonghan thought it was one of the hottest things heâd ever seen. He literally couldnât take his eyes off of you, big brown eyes now dark with arousal.
âWill you be good and swallow for me, pretty girl?â He asked, though the question seemed entirely unnecessary given that you wouldâve done so anyway. Nevertheless, you hummed in agreement, which was all he needed before the warmth of his cum spilled into your mouth. His body went limp once you tore yourself away from him and he leaned back against the countertop.
âIâve never actually done that before, by the way,â you mentioned all too casually. Jeonghan stared at you, completely dumbfounded, like you hadnât just sucked the soul out of him. Your face felt hot when you noticed his face. âWhat?â
âItâs kind of hard for me to believe that after what you just did, but okay.â He shook his head. âOh, by the way, the party my parents are having is on a Thursday. Totally random, I know, but at lease you wonât have to call off and miss work. You can still make it, right?â
He really remembered that?
âYeahâŚI can still come.â Jeonghan smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. It made you giggle. Maybe he really was rubbing off on you after all.
âPerfect.â You expected that to be it and for him to leave you, but instead he picked up one of the boxes on the floor and began unpacking the contents inside. âDo you like it here?â
âHuh?â You pushed aside the shock you felt by him still being here to give a proper answer. âOh, yeah. Itâs nice. The people upstairs are kind of loud at night, though.â
Now he was giggling. You groaned and rolled your eyes. âNot that kind of loud, Jeonghan. Youâre so gross.â He was smiling at you, totally unbothered.
âYou love me.â
Oh, if only he knew.
Thursday has never come so fast. Time definitely had something against you, and this was the proof.
The venue for the partyâsome building as fancy as it was big located in the heart of the cityâwas hot with dim lights and hallways that were way too long. Dozens of people were lined up around the entrance with cameras and microphones. You couldnât tear your eyes away from them, even from the passengers seat of Jeonghanâs car, and he grumbled.
âThe fucking press is still out here?â
Itâs late in the evening. The sun is setting. Theyâve been camping out here for days. These people are nothing if not devoted.
âYou did say this was a publicity event,â you squeezed his hand. âWeâll just walk fast and smile.â
A smile broke onto his face. âIâve only done that, like, three times.â
âI remember it being more than that, actually.â
He pouted at you, making you giggle. He was so cute it was almost unbelievable.
âAre you nervous?â
âWell, maybe just a little.â It wasnât the party or the public that scared you, but the idea of meeting Jeonghanâs parents made your stomach churn. He eased your worries with a kiss, then another, and another.
âYouâll be fine. I promise.â
You wanted to believe him. You donât know if you really do. Thereâs no fooling your brain, but your heart is much more easily swayed by his words. He holds your hand tightly as he leads you past the hundreds of cameras and people crying out your name followed by some of the strangest questions youâve probably ever been askedâno, definitely ever been asked. You squint your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the low interior lighting, and you can see two people approaching. Jeonghanâs thumb rubs the back of your hand to soothe you.
âReady?â He mumbles. You smile and nod.
âNot like I have a choice.â
âJeonghan! [Y/n]! So happy you could make it.â His father greets you warmly, paired with a smile and a firm handshake. His mom is a bit less reserved with her affection, immediately pulling you into a hug.
âYou look lovely, dear. Absolutely stunning.��� You smile at the compliment. âItâs so good to finally meet you in person.â
âI feel the same. Iâm still a little shaky.â You laughed and it seemed to ease the tension, given the way his parents laughed along with you. His father handed you a skinny glass of champagne which you eagerly accepted, sipping down the bubbly liquid. Jeonghan let go of your hand, now holding a glass of his own.
âI hope Jeonghan doesnât give you too much trouble. We know he can be a bit of a handful at times.â The woman said, getting another laugh out of his father and you.
âMom, please.â
âNo, itâs okay. Heâs really such a great guy. Our time together has beenâŚâ You sucked in a breath and glanced up at Jeonghan. He looked down at you, smirking. ââŚspecial.â
âJeonghan? Oh, it really is him! Jeonghannie!â
You and Jeonghan both turned your heads to search for the source of the voice, both of your eyes landing on a girl with dark hair and plump lips waving at Jeonghan.
âMomo,â he smiled at her. âGood to see you. I didnât know youâd be here.â
Momo smiled back. âWe wouldâve been here earlier, but Sana couldnât decide on what to wear and Mina wasnât being any help.â She huffed at the memory and shook her head. âBut weâre here now. Oh, Iâm sorry, I didnât even see you.â
You smiled tightly, trying to remain polite. âItâs fine.â It wasnât fine. It was the exact opposite of fucking fine. Not only was this Momo girl interrupting your moment with Jeonghan and his parents, but she was also acting as if you were invisible. And worst of all, Jeonghan seemed less bored with her sudden appearance and was paying more attention to her than you.
You paused. Were you getting jealous?
âHey, you donât mind if Jeonghan takes some pictures with me and my friends, right?â She put a hand on your arm and squeezed lightly, snapping you out of your daze.
âNo, itâs okay.â Momo smiled again, and you couldnât help but notice just how pretty she was. With your approval, Momo linked her arm with Jeonghanâs, leading him to the opposite end of the room where two other girls stood waiting, their faces lighting up at the sight of the male model she had managed to drag along with her.
âCome on [Y/n] dear, heâll be back. Oh, there are some people weâd like you to meet. Have you met Kang Seulgi? Sheâs a very talented designer.â Jeonghanâs mom rambled on, guiding you towards an expectant looking crowd of people.
Shockingly (well, it was shocking to you), your attention is the one thing that the majority of the other guests seem to be after. Many of them gather around you and Jeonghanâs parents, hanging off every word you say and looking at you like youâre one of the most precious things theyâve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The topic of the evening is, of course, your relationship with Jeonghan.
"It's..." You search for him in the somewhat dark expanse of space, but you couldn't find him anywhere. He probably ran off somewhere with Joshua, no doubt.
Jeonghan had fucked you over. Heâd brought you here just to abandon you. He made you feel special just so youâd make him look good in front of his parents. You felt like some kind of broken toy, so easily thrown to the side once he no longer wanted to play with you.
"I don't know. It's a lot of things. I'm happy though, you know? He's good to me." You smiled, the lie stinging your throat and burning your tongue. There was only so much more of all this attention you could take.
âYouâre so lovely, [Y/n].â
âIsnât she just a dear?â
âSheâs the sweetest! Donât you just love her?â
And there it was; your breaking point. One of your hands flew over your mouth, keeping the pathetic sob from escaping. Concern flashed across the faces of the guests, and you apologized as best as you could as you pushed your way through the mass of bodies and out to the hallway. None of them followed you, probably still confused as to why you had even run away in the first place, but it didnât matter. None of this mattered.
Jeonghanâs friends loved you. The media loved you. His parents loved you. All these guests whose names you didnât even know loved you. Everyone loved you but Jeonghan, so in the end none of it even mattered. He had no problem discarding you when you were no longer of use to him, like you were nothing, because he didnât love you.
You finally cried. The regret, the guilt, it consumed you. You slid down to the floor, your face covered by your hands, crying on the floor like a child.
â[Y/n]?â
You could recognize Jeonghanâs voice in a heartbeat. He stared down at you, worry written all over his pretty face, but you gave him no response.
âWhy are you crying?â
He knelt down beside you, trying to get you to at least look at him. You wiped away the last of your tears and sighed.
âI think we need to end this, Jeonghan.â
âWhat?â He seemed genuinely shocked that you said that. â[Y/n], weâre more popular than ever. That wasnât the deal.â
You picked yourself up off of the floor, suddenly overcome with anger. "Is that seriously all you care about? How popular you are? What about me?â
His silence was painful.
âGod, of course. I donât even know why I bothered asking. You only care about yourself.â
âThatâs not true. I care about you, [Y/n]. You know that.â Jeonghan frowned.
Under different circumstances you mightâve believed him, let him sway you with his sweet words and sad little expression.
âDo you? It feels like you only care about me when you want your dick sucked or when you want someone to clap for you.â
The look on his face changed in an instant. Jeonghanâs patience was wearing thin, you could tell, but there was a part of him that was holding back.
âIf thatâs how you really feel, why didnât you say anything? Why even agree to do this in the first place?â
The words came flying out before you could stop them. âBecause I love you, Jeonghan! Iâve always loved you!â
A heavy silence enveloped the hallway. It was tenseâsuffocatingly so. You could hardly make out how his face changed once more in the low lighting that enveloped you.
â[Y/n]ââ
âIâm not done!â Youâre not sure when you started crying again, but you arely registered the wet droplets streaming down your cheeks. âI donât even know why Iâve tried so hard to get you to notice the fact that I love you when itâs obvious the only person you love is yourself. Youâre nothing but a selfish asshole. I hate you.â
Your vision was blurred with your tears, but you could just barely make out the dejection painted on his face. It didnât suit him. You hoped that he would say something, anything, but Jeonghan did nothing but stand there. You couldnât do anything but laugh pitifully.
âIâm going home. Have fun at your party.â
âWait, [Y/n], please donât go. Letâs talk about this.â He held onto your hand when you tried to walk away. You tried to get him to let go, but he wasnât ready to let go.
âWhat else is there to say, Jeonghan? Weâre over, now leave me alone. Why donât you go ask Momo to be your fake girlfriend, Iâm sure sheâd be more than happy to.â
You snatched your hand out of his grasp, fooling yourself with the last bit of hope you had that maybe he would chase after you. He made you a promise, after all.
Itâs a shame he couldnât keep it.
You didnât go into work on Friday. Or Saturday. Or Sunday. After you got home last night, you buried yourself beneath the covers of your bed, too exhausted to do anything other than lie there in the darkness until you fell asleep. When morning came, you couldnât even muster up the strength to move, so you called Sakura and said that you were sick and wouldnât be able to come in for the next few days.
Jeonghan had left you an unbelievable amount of texts and calls, none of which you bothered to respond to. Chaewon and Joshua also texted you to ask about the party and if youâd heard anything from Jeonghan; apparently no one had heard from him since the party. As if youâd know.
On Sunday, youâd managed to tear yourself away from your bedâfor longer than a trip to the kitchen or the bathroomâand out onto the couch. A rerun episode of Jihyoâs talk show was playing on the TV, the one that featured you and Jeonghan. You watched with a heavy heart as the two of you walked hand in hand, smiling, waving to the studio audience.
How could you ever fall in love with him? He was just another self serving rich boy who used you for his own personal gain. It didnât matter that he was charming or funny or cute orâ
Fuck, even when you were mad at him you found it impossible to ignore the beating of your own heart when you remembered just how nice it felt to be with him, even if it was all just for show.
Someone was knocking. You sighed, not wanting to get up, but the knocking only grew louder and more urgent.
âOkay, Iâm coming! DamnâŚâ You shouted, lifting yourself from the couch and over to the door, frowning at the person standing on the other side.
Jeonghanâs state of being didnât seem to be any better than yours. His eyes had bags under them, his hair was in desperate need of a brush, and he was still in his pajamas. Even so, he smiled weakly at the sight of you. âI was worried you wouldnât answer. Iâm happy to see youâre doing okay.â
You scoffed. âIâm not.â You missed the way his smile dropped at that. âWhat do you want?â
âI want to apologize to you.â
Shaking your head, you started to shut the door, almost closing it on Jeonghanâs arm in the process.
âWait, please! I really mean it, just give me a few minutes and then Iâll be gone, I swear.â
There was no way you were in your right mind, because you actually let him in. He smiled and followed you to the couch, sitting at a distance to keep you from getting uncomfortable.
âI thought about what you said at the party. The stuff you said about me wasnât wrong. I was being selfish. I did only care about my image. You had every right to be upset with me.â
âIâm still upset with you.â
âAnd thatâs perfectly fine, but just hear me out,â His voice was frantic. âThose two weeks I didnât talk to you were the worst two weeks of my life. I wasnât lying when I said I missed you. I really missed you, [Y/n]. And the more I thought about you, the more I realized that I was falling in love. Iâm so in love with you, [Y/n].â
You werenât buying it. âYou couldâve texted me. Or called. Or something.â
Jeonghan turned to face you, eyes flickering over your face. âI wanted to, and I shouldâve, butâŚâ
ââŚBut what?â
His cheeks were growing pinker by the second.
âBut what, Jeonghan?â
âBut I didnât want you to leave me. I didnât tell you how I felt because I thought it would overwhelm you. If you start to feel real feelings in a fake relationship, what are you supposed to do?â He sounded soâŚsad.
When the reality of his words finally sunk in, clarity followed. Jeonghan was in love with you. Jeonghan was scared that you would want things to be over. Jeonghan was worried about how you would react to him.
You breathed out a laugh.
âYouâre such a dummy, Jeonghan. Why would I ever leave you?â
His sadness evaporated, now replaced with relief and joy and love. He pulled you into a hug and sighed happily when you returned it.
âIâm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. My heart literally fucking broke when you cried because of me and my shitty attitude.â
âOh, but I love your shitty attitude. Just not when itâs making me cry.â
âGood. Pretty girls shouldnât cry.â He whispered against your lips before kissing you. You felt giddy at the way his lips moved against yours, smiling into the kiss. He gently pushed you so you were lying on your back, breaking away to look down at you.
âMy pretty girlâŚâ He said again, voice sweeter than sugar, fingers trailing up your legs. They felt cold against your burning hot skin, and it made you shiver. âGonna let me make you feel good like you deserve?â
âYes, Hannie, please.â
Jeonghan groaned, pausing the movement of his fingers to bask in the sound of you begging for him. You had no idea what you did to him and it made his dick that much harder. âGood girl. Iâll take care of you.â
âHurry up, your hands are cold,â You whined. His eyes flashed with mischief, pressing his fingers down into the flesh of your inner thigh, watching you shiver and moan.
âI donât know, I think that you like it, am I right?â
âIf you donât hurry up and touch me, Iâll do it myself.â To prove your point, you slipped your shorts off and tossed them somewhere onto the floor. Jeonghan touched you before you could even think about sliding off your underwear, cupping your leaking cunt with his hand.
âThe only one who gets to play with this pretty pussy is me, baby. Donât ever forget it.â You moaned at how fast his demeanor seemed to change, nodding furiously as you tried to grind into his hand to relieve the ache he was making you feel.
Pouting and panting, you looked up at him. âHannie, donât be meanâŚâ
He found it insane how he didnât realize how whipped he was for you earlier. Like really, he was totally wrapped around your finger. This mustâve been how you felt for all those years.
âWhatever you want, baby,â He lifted your legs a little higher, situating himself so he was lying flat on his stomach, face only a few inches away from your cunt. He pushed your underwear to the side, gasping at the sight of how wet you were. âShit, baby, youâre fucking dripping.â
âJust for you.â
He seemed pleased with that. âBetter be.â
Jeonghan buried his face in between your legs, groaning when the taste of you hits his mouth. Heâs making an even bigger mess of you, licking at you greedily and sloppily, drowning himself in the wetness between your thighs.
Youâre moaning louder than you think you ever have in your life. Shaky fingers slide into his soft dark hair, gripping tightly. He doesnât seem to mind though, already too caught up in you to register the little bit of pain. You grind into his face, staining the lower half of his face with your arousal.
âHannie, fuck,â You manage to say despite your fucked out state. Jeonghan hums, and the sensation makes your thighs close around his head. If you could speak, you would apologize, but Jeonghan seems to grow impossibly more aroused by the act.
He slips two of his fingers inside of you, itâs easy given how wet you are and keep getting, while he occupies his tongue on your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, any and all coherent thoughts having escaped you in that moment. The only thing you could focus on was Jeonghan, his lips, and his fingers.
You could feel yourself getting close, a familiar feeling blooming in your stomach. Jeonghan could feel it too with the way you were tightening around his fingers and arching your back to stay as close to him as you can. He circles your clit with his tongue before starting to suck on it, your legs shaking with the force of your orgasm.
âYou taste so good,â Jeonghan says, licking his lips clean of every last drop of you. He presses one last long, lingering kiss to your pussy before gathering the strength to pull away and wipe his mouth clean.
âWe couldâve kept going.â The look you gave him was so innocent and sweet, a contrast to the way your legs were still spread open with your juices staining your inner thighs. You almost convinced him. Almost.
âDonât look at me like that,â He spoke slowly and softly, as if he was in no rush to give you more despite the painfully obvious tent in his pants.
âWell then hurry up and fuck me already.â
Jeonghan doesnât want to keep you waiting, but he canât help but tease you just a little bit more. He sheds his clothes with little urgency, and he smirks like the little cocky shit he is when he sees the way youâre looking at him, like you could just devour him here and now. Itâs like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again, astonished by the sight of him. He was just so pretty all over.
He slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit, teasing your entrance until you were squirming. âHannie, please,â you whined, steadying your hands on his shoulders. Clearly he was just as desperate as you were, because he pushed into with a groan no more than a moment later.
âSo tight, baby, shit. Are you trying to make me cum already?â
His strokes are slow and deep, and you can feel every single inch of him inside of you as he drags himself all the way out before slamming back inside. Whenever you clench around him, he falters and lets himself moan something unintelligible about how good you feel or how pretty you are.
âF-Faster, Hannie, I wantââ Jeonghan cut you off with a sloppy kiss, swallowing each and every one of your noises.
He cooed at you and shook his head with fake disapproval. âWhen did you get so demanding?â Your words turned into whimpers when he increased both the pace and the force of his thrusts, rendering your ability to speak useless. âYou know Iâve got you baby, I know what you need.â
âStop talking like that.â Your nails dragged down his back, streaking his unblemished skin with thin red lines.
âWhat are you gonna do if I donât? You gonna cum and make a mess of yourself all over my cock, huh baby?â
You whimpered again, leaving Jeonghan to assume that he was correct and giving him yet another ego boost. With one hand, he pushed your shirt up to reveal your braless chest, kissing and sucking at the supple skin of your tits.
There was no way you werenât going to be getting a noise complaint. The sounds coming from Jeonghanâs hips snapping against yours paired with the steady stream of sounds coming from both you and Jeonghan were sure to have them making a fuss. Not that any of that mattered at the moment, well, not to either of you.
His hand snakes between your bodies, rubbing feverishly at your abused bundle of nerves, whispering so sweetly into your ear the words âcum for meâ which is all you needed before doing just that. Jeonghan watches your face as you cum, and he thinks that youâve never looked more beautiful than you do now, letting yourself fall apart underneath him like this.
âI love you so much,â He says in between his strained grunts of pleasure. âSo fucking much, baby.â Even after you had already cum, Jeonghanâs hips never once stopped moving against yours.
âI love you too, Hannie, fuck.â The overstimulation was starting to hit you, and you whimpered because of it.
âI know, baby. Iâm almost there.â
His tip is bruising your sweet spot with each of his thrusts, making you squeeze around him impossibly tighter, and the feeling makes him so dizzy, reminding him of the fact that he is truly and utterly yours. âWant me to cum inside you, pretty girl? Use your words and tell me.â
âYes, yes, please, Hannie! Need your cum inside of me!â Your mouth and body are reacting on their own, saying and doing what they want as you feel yourself cum a second time. He doesnât hold back anymore, the warm sensation of his cum being fucked deeper and deeper into you overtaking all of your senses, leaving you feeling fuzzy and lightheaded.
Jeonghanâs head rests on your chest, breathing in your scent and listening to the sound of your heart. Heâs too lazy and too tired to pull out, but you donât mind. âCan you be my girlfriend for real now?â Even as you work to catch your breath, he still manages to make you laugh.
âHm, I donât know, nobody was around to hear you say that, should we go find you an audience?â You tease, and Jeonghan whines loudly and shakes his head.
âIn that case, yes. Iâd love to be your girlfriend.â
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The sweetest remedy
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!pregnant!reader
summary: Joel has a bad day at work, but you know how to make him forget all about it
warnings: Joel is very much in love with his pregnant wife, a bunch of fluff, smut| oral sex (f receiving), Joel takes care of himself but you still swallow, fluffy smut, Joel being the pussy eating king that he is
"what's wrong?"
He'd taken one step into the house and you could already tell something was off
His forehead was creased with lines of annoyance and exhaustion, and by the way he was discarding his boots and jacket you knew he was pissed.
You were on the couch, your body turned towards the entrance, towards him, the tv muted behind you
"nothin'" he grumbled, setting his keys on the counter
"baby" you cooed, pouting softly "c'mere"
And of course, he did
Seeing you was all that made him survive these types of shitty days at work
Especially when he knew you'd be waiting for him in those flimsy summer dresses you loved to wear in the summer,
and especially since he'd gotten your belly to swell with the gift of a child.
You were five months in, and he fell in love with you all over again every time he looked at you
He had you straddling his lap the moment he sat down, his hands on your waist and his eyes all over you.
"tell me what's wrong," you asked again
You hated seeing him all troubled, he deserved nothing but happiness this man of yours,Â
because that's what he brought to you every single day
He sighed, before nodding slowly
"it's jus' the guys at work babygirl," he said "nothin' you gotta worry about"
you didn't pay attention to the last part
"What did they do this time?" you asked, softly caressing his chest to try and soothe him
"one of 'em didn't show" he grunted, the palms of his rough hands starting their journey from your pregnant belly to your butt and thighs
"Again?" you raised your eyebrows, annoyed too now "I don't understand why you don't just fire them and get new guys"
The first little smile since he first came home tugged at his lips
"what a coldhearted little boss you'd make" he joked, smirking softly.
You rolled your eyes, biting down a grin of your own
"you know I'm right"
He pushed you even closer to him before responding, wanting to feel more of you, all of you
"I know you are babygirl" he nodded, his forehead to yours now "but you know how I am... I know these guy's stories and evrythin'- I jus' don't have it in me"
Ah that's right
Who could have ever expected such a rough and tough exterior to be hiding such a softie
"you're too nice for your own good, Miller" You couldn't help but smile, softly kissing his cheek
He only grunted in response, losing himself in the scent and feel of you
"'m gonna have a talk with him Monday, I'll see what he has to say for himself"
You nodded, watching him closely
"that's a good idea" you murmured as you let him guide your mouth to his, impatiently kissing you as he'd dreamed of doing since he took the first step out of the house this morning.
You let him taste you, his tongue in your mouth and his beard against your skin, until you both needed air and had to lean away
But something seemed still off, usually, he only needed to feel your lips on his to forget all about his day, but today... today that little shadow in his eyes was still lurking in his iris
"baby" you pouted, your hands reaching for his cheeks to gently take his face in your hands "what can I do to make you feel better?"
And in retrospect, you didn't even know why you asked,
Your husband might have been a gentleman and a hard worker and everything else in this entire world... but he still was just a man.
A man that happened to love the taste of his wife more than anything on this earth
Which is why he didn't waste a moment before murmuring
"y'know what I need babydoll"
God but the way his voice always dropped an octave and that sweet southern drawl got more noticeable every time he needed you was more than enough to impregnate you all over again
"you're insatiable, Miller" you shook your head, laughing that light laugh of yours that made him feel summer breeze and sunshine all over him even on the coldest day of winter
But he didn't laugh, oh no, Joel Miller didn't laugh, he only looked at you, admired you, as you made your decision
"alright" you smiled, getting off his lap with a low groan, before laying on the couch, propping a pillow on the armrest so you could set your head on it to not have your belly cover the best part of the show, which of course, was your husband between your thighs.
just like he was now.
Good Christ and heaven all tougher did he look fucking hot like that,
his eyes fixed on your clothed core, his pupils big and dark with lust, his hands gripping the outside of your legs, his breathing almost as quick as yours...
His eyes found yours as his nose plummeted to your core, his nostrils flaring as he did what would make any woman self-conscious,( that was of course, if they weren't married to such a depraved and pussy obsessed man), he smelled you, he smelled you like you would with a good meal before devouring it, the tip of his nose ever so gently rubbing against your clit in the process.
You whimpered like you always did, and, like he always did, he only continued with his torture.
His tongue felt good even though the soaked material
"Joel" you whined now, as he licked slowly and thoroughly,
He resisted the urge to make you come like that, although he'd proved times and times before that he very well could,
he only stopped when there wasn't a spot on your underwear that wasn't drenched, and your chest was rising and falling faster than the speed of light
That, only that, was when his fingers reached for the fabric covering your core and pulled it to the side, his eyes falling to the work of art between your legs
he didn't say anything, he couldn't, he only groaned before he was devouring you whole
"oh my f-" you cried, your back arching from the couch as his hand seeped underneath your dress to get to your belly, his eyes finding yours again "f-fucking god baby"
He groaned again, his tongue drinking up everything you gave him, swirling over your clit over and over again, getting you utterly desperate just to tease you and fall to your hole, threatening to enter and forcing a gasp out of your mouth
your thighs squeezed around his head just like he liked it, robbing him of almost all oxygen as he buried his whole face into your weeping cunt.
"Joel- baby- p-please"
but he was back at sucking your clit, and all the words in your vocabulary got replaced by mindless, animalistic moans as one of your hands shot to his hair, gripping his hazel locks tightly as your hips started grinding onto his face, his nose, his mustache, his everything
And fuck if he didn't love it, if he didn't live to see you use him for your own pleasure, drenching his face and the couch beneath you with all your sweet juices as you whimpered and moaned what alternated between curses and his name with that irresistible desperate voice of yours.
Yeah, there was nothing that could ever beat this,
the feeling that he got every time you came apart like this was something that could have only been described as a glimpse of heaven, with the angels singing and everything too.
"f-fuck" he knew that high pitch cry, oh he knew it really fucking well "baby I-"
And you didn't even have to tell him, he already knew.
He continued feasting on your pussy, letting you chase your own high, and before you knew it, your head was thrown back and a wildfire of pleasure spread through your whole body, from your toes to the ends of your fucking hair.
You would have guessed you'd just run a marathon by how fast your heart was beating
"you're the most gorgeous woman on this planet" Joel murmured more to himself as he kissed the inside of your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine, before crawling up to ghost your lips "with the sweetest fuking pussy too"
You could only let out a silly laugh before he kissed you, letting you have a taste of that sweetness.
But when you didn't feel him grind what you knew must have been a rock hard erection underneath his jeans, on your core like he usually did, you frowned, as you watched him sit up instead
"baby?" your forehead creased even more in puzzlement once you watched him undo his zipper and pull out his aching cock, not looking even remotely interested in making a move to position himself at your entrance
"what are you doing?" you finally asked, sitting up too now
He wrapped a hand around his dick as he answered
"You're still sore from this mornin'"
What does that have to do with anything?
"but-"
He shook his head, watching you closely with that honest care that he only showed you "no but" he declared "I don't wanna hurt you babygirl"
And although you would have liked to argue, you knew that since you'd gotten pregnant, his protective side had somehow gotten even more hard-headed, and changing his mind was damn near impossible, which is why what you did instead, was change the tactic
"I still have hands... or a mouth, you know?" you cocked an eyebrow, eyeing his manhood
You didn't miss the way his member twitched ever so little at the proposal,
but then again, he had always refused you going down on him since the pregnancy, not because he didn't want to, fuck- god only knew the unspeakable things he'd do to let that pretty mouth of yours take care of him, no, the reason was he simply didn't want you to go through all that just for him, for his insignificant pleasure.
"All you gotta do is just sit there and look pretty, sugar" he murmured, finally starting to stroke himself, groaning lowly as he did
Your breathing faltered at the image, his large hands fisting his cock hard, stroking up and down in a way that looked incredibly natural and incredibly intimate at the same time.
And even if he'd ignored your proposal, you couldn't help but smile before pressing a kiss to his neck, right where his pulse was fighting against his skin.
And while you did that, now softly peking every inch of skin not covered by his shirt, you started undoing the straps of your dress, letting them fall down with the top of it once you were done
"like this?" you asked, biting down a smirk as Joel let out a desperate moan at the image before him.
God your tits looked even fucking better now, so full, so soft, so- so fucking perfect
"sweet Jesus" he groaned, his eyes panning between your mouth and your boobs as his strokes got faster, more desperate
You felt his hand sneak up your body and finding your tits, grabbing at them softly, gently caressing each one with all the care and amazement in the word, until he was whispering, begging "fucking-come here" and pulled your mouth to his, leaving a wet, filthy kiss on your lips as he continued palming your front.
the sound from his work on his dick was obscene, but neither of you cared, especially when the words coming out of your mouth happened to be even obscene.
"You're close?" you asked, feeling his heavy breath fanning over your mouth
"yeah doll"
You kissed him again quickly before speaking
"come inside my mouth baby"
Again, Joel Miller might have been as incredible as you wanted... but he still remained only a man,
a man who had to fight with everything he had in himself not to bust his load right there
"Good fucking Christ-" he groaned, closing his eyes as he threw his head back "fuck me"
"I would if you'd let me" you joked, placing another kiss beneath his ear
He laughed softly, opening his eyes to find yours "you want me to come in your mouth sugar?"
"yes" you nodded without missing a beat "I need it" you cooed, stroking his beard as his breathing became more and more uneven, his cock on the verge of exploding
"I need you to fill me up baby, if not my pussy, my throat at least"
"fuck"
you always knew what to say to get him going
"fucking- damnit" he groaned, tugging hurriedly at his cock as he ordered you to "don't move- open your mouth" until he was kneeling beside you on the couch, grunting and moaning soft curses or that's it-good girl, looking down lovingly at you till his warm seed was filling your whole mouth.
It took him a moment to come back to life, to the real word, but before he knew it, you were kissing as he held you close to his chest.
"Feeling better?" you finally asked
"I don't even remember what I was mad about babydoll"
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3k1 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3
Summary: Joel surprises you with a present
Warnings: 18+ mdni. PWP. Established relationship, sexting, sex toy, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, spanking, size kink, praise kink, oral (f/m), ball sucking, rimming, ass play, dp, cum play.Â
No age specified, no outbreak
a/n: same couple: 5 days collection, but can be read alone
@not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for correcting me babyyyyy đđŤśđŤ
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âWhat is it?â
Your eyes lit up when you saw the gift package. It was magnificent. All black, both box and ribbon. You looked up at Joel, who was staring at you with a smile.
âThe best way to find out is to open it, isnât it?â
You pulled on one of the ribbons and lifted the top part of the box, to discover a dildo resting on black satin. The dark pink of the accessory contrasted with all the black. You couldn't take your eyes off it, because of its size. Long, wide andâŚwith a familiar shape.
âYou can take it out of the box, it ainât gonna bite you. Yet.â He didn't hide his amusement when he saw your face. When you picked up the sex toy, you said âoh my god Joel, is thisâŚ?â
âA replica, yeah. You've said so many times that you wish I had two cocks, so I could stuff two of your holes at the same time...You're such a good girl for me that you deserve to have what you want. And to take them both.â
You widened your eyes.
âOh fuckâŚare you really gonna fuck me with your cock and thisâŚat the same time?â you asked, taking it in your hand and staring at it.
"What is it? My babyâs afraid of taking these two big cocks?â he laughed.
âWellâŚyeah! Iâm worried about my poor pussy and ass and I wonder how theyâll resist this assault.â
âIâm sure theyâll do well. They might be a little sore, though. Ok baby, bedroom, now. Iâve waited all day for this. Time to soak this toy.â
He followed you to the hall, his hands caressing the roundness of your ass on the way through your clothes. He pinned you against the wall on your way to the bedroom, your ass clenched in his hands as he crashed his mouth against yours and searched for your tongue with his. With his body pressed to yours, you felt his hard cock against your pussy, and you were already moaning into his mouth. A few moments later, he grabbed your hand and stopped you again, squeezing your breasts in his hands and licking your neck. Like so many other times before, it took you several minutes to finally cross the threshold of the room.Â
Some other days, you didn't even make it to the bedroom, he would fuck you in the hall, against the wall - his jeans pooled around his ankles and your dress bunched up over your hips, your back hitting the wall every time he thrust in you.
But this time he wouldnât fuck you there. He wanted to watch the dildo sink into you, to see it covered by your wetness while he would be fucking you with it and sucking on your clit at the same time. Feeling his cock so hard that it would almost be painful. Vainly wishing his precum would flow and slide to the back of your throat or in your pussy, mixing with your wetness. But he wouldnât let his cock control his will. Tonight, he would take his time, and he would watch your pussy and your ass getting fucked by two of his cocks.Â
Once in the bedroom, you placed the sex toy on the bed, and Joel sat in the chair in the corner of the room. It was dark and he turned on the soft light on the bedside table.
âUndress, sweetheart. But keep your heels on.â
You started by unbuttoning your blouse, sliding your hand down your chest before removing the garment.
âFace the mirror, babyâ, he said, resting his back against the back of the chair to get comfortable. You were not far from him, offering him the view of your back. You unzipped the seam of your skirt before letting it slide down your thighs, revealing your black panties, which completed the ensemble with your bra. Another gift from Joel. You removed your feet from the skirt, nudging it lightly with your foot, to the side. The large mirror allowed you to see Joel in the reflection. When you unclasped your bra, he bit his lower lip and you smiled. You slid that garment off as well, revealing your breasts. Your nipples were hard from the slight cool air that seeped into the room through the half-open window.
âGod, youâre beautiful,â he said between deep breaths.
You smiled, feeling warmth reach your cheeks upon hearing him. He had always known how to turn off the fire of your insecurities with his words, the way he touched you and looked at you. You took a deep breath as you hooked your thumbs under the seam of your panties and pulled them down your thighs.
âIt would be easier if you leaned forward to remove them, sweetheart.â
Your cheeks heated up even more, but you didnât hesitate. So you kept your legs straight, and you slid the fabric down to your ankles, leaning forward until you offered yourself to his view.
âWait, stay like this,â he murmured. âShit, babyâŚAlready killinâ me, and I haven't touched you yet. Spread your ass for me, will you?â
You grabbed your ass cheeks with your hands and offered yourself entirely to his sight. Your pussy was already drooling. A few hours before coming back home, he had been texting you and since then you couldn't stop thinking about the moment he would finally fuck you.
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Joel: You left before I woke up this morning, sweetheart
What are you wearing?
You: Yeah, you were sleeping so deeply, didn't want to wake you upÂ
Pastel floral blouse and a black skirt
J: Show me
Y: ?
J: Take a picture, show me
Y: *sends picture*
J: Fuck
These buttons are dying to be ripped off
But your blouse would look even better on the bedroom floor
Y: *sends another picture*Â
J: Fuckinâ hell, you naughty girl
In a few hours it will be my hand squeezing your breast while my mouth will be sucking on the other one
Y: Are you hard, Mr Miller?
J: Sure as hell I am.Â
*sends picture*
Y: Fuck, Joel.Â
[You saw the precum glistening on the tip of his cock sticking out of his pants. The picture made you salivate.]
J: Heading to a meeting in 5 minutes, time to cool off. Three hours, baby
Y: See you later babyđŤŚ
You made yourself cum in the bathroom at work, to release the tension that wouldn't leave your pussy, pursing your lips together, hoping no one would hear your moans.
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âStand up, sweetheart. Did you touch yourself at work after seeing my cock?â
âYes, I did. Of course I did. Wanted it so bad.â
You heard him take a deep breath.
âTake off your shoes and lie down on the bed. And show me how you did it.â
You sat on the bed to take your shoes off, and his gaze was fixed on your breasts pressed against your knees. Then you laid on your back and spread your legs wide, knees slightly bent, easily sliding your middle finger along your wet folds.
âAdd a finger baby. This little pussy is dying to get filled.â
Your index finger dove into your pussy, joining your other digit. Eyes fixed on you, Joel unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. The light from the lamp allowed you to see the precum beading. He ran his thumb over it and spread it out, stroking his shaft lazily. Your breathing quickened at the same pace as your fingers.
You heard the movement of his wrist speed up until he suddenly stopped, stood up and took off his T-shirt, then his jeans and boxers. He stopped for a few seconds, naked in front of the bed, and god he was beautiful. Even though you were dying to feel him against you, looking at him stopped time and you were breathless enough to pause the movements of your fingers.
âAre you really looking at me like I'm a piece of meat, baby?â, he laughed.
âI mean, that's a beautiful and appetizing piece of meat, sirâŚâ
âJesusâŚyouâre such a dork. Just like me.â
You laughed, until he kneeled on the bed and crawled towards you. He laid against you, warming your body with his and you felt his hard cock against your hip. Your nipples were hard, pressed to his torso. You caressed his cheek with your hand, while the other squeezed his bicep. Taking the time to look at him, to see the feelings you had for each other filling the silence of the room. He leaned towards you for a kiss. He was taking his time too. Not like in the hall. He placed small kisses on the corner of your lips, along your cheek and to your neck, then your earlobe that he bit lightly. He was gently rubbing his soft mustache against your skin, before coming back to your mouth and pressing his lips against yours. His tongue was playing with your lips, licking them. Impatient, you let yours escape to come meet his. The two tangled, and your pussy kept drooling. He grabbed your chin in his hand, and said âopen, baby.â
You parted your lips, watching him drop his saliva from his mouth, and you swallowed it. Again, his lips were glued to yours. You felt him breathing hard and you couldn't hold it anymore, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your pussy. You used it to release the pressure burning your core, first. But quickly, you let go of his wrist to press his fingers at your entrance.
âShit, sweetheart, sheâs drooling for me, isnât she?â
âShe is, JoelâŚfuck her with your fingers, please.â
Two of his fingers were inside you, your hand holding his wrist, rubbing against your clit, you fastened your movements, your hips rolling towards him.
âGonna come baby? Gonna clench around my fingers?â
âYes, Joel, pleaseâŚplease donât stop.â
âI wonât babyâŚof course I wonât. Cum for meâ, he murmured, his hand stroking your hair, and his eyes locked with yours. You squeezed his wrist when you came, keeping his fingers buried in your cunt. âFuckâŚfuck thatâs so good, Joel.â
He kissed your forehead and let his digits in you until your hand released his wrist. He reached down to grab the dildo.
âThe next time youâll cum, itâll be on this. And then youâll suck it. Wanna see your face up close, while you are sucking my second cock.â
You nodded, letting him use you however he wanted. He positioned the sex toy at your entrance, and quickly slid it in. You were so wet that he bottomed out in one go, making you moan as you felt your folds let it in. You were missing the warmth of his cock, but the spreading sensations were the same.
âDamn JoelâŚit really feels like your cock.â
He smiled before caressing one of your breasts and taking the second one into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl over it. He parted from you just long enough to say âtold you Iâd take care of your tits.â
He kept fucking you with the dildo, his mouth on the nipple, as you were stroking his brown curls. You already felt the heat flood your lower stomach again. He left it buried inside you while placing kisses on your breasts, your stomach, all the way to your crotch. He looked at you as his mouth landed on your clit and started sucking on it, pumping the dildo in and out of your pussy again. His hand clenched tightly on it, filling your core and sucking your clit at the same time, making you dig your nails into his scalp. You bent your knees further, as if you wanted him to push it deeper, and allowing him to devour you more.
âFuck, fuckâŚJoel. Iâm gonna come, Iâm gonna come, oh my god.â
When you came he left his tongue against your clit to feel your trembling, just regretted not feeling you squeeze his cock. His little licks on your clit overstimulated you but he didn't let you pull his mouth away from you, grunting until you finished cumming.
He carefully removed the dildo, adding âsoaked, exactly how I wanted it.â
He brought it to your mouth, pushing the tip in lightly. He wanted to see you play with your tongue while he watched you.
âSit on the edge of the bed,â he asked next.
He stood up facing you, the sex toy and his cock in front of your mouth. His tip was reddened and covered in precum. You licked then sucked both of them in turn, looking up at him.
âFuckinâ hell. Suckinâ these two cocks like a pro.â
His praise turned you on and all you could think about was the moment he would fuck you with both. He moved the dildo aside and took his cock in hand, holding it against his stomach, jerking himself gently, and presenting his balls to you.
âSuck my balls baby. Yeah, just like thatâŚdamn you do it good. Fuck yeah, right hereâŚright here.â
You applied yourself, sometimes sliding your tongue as close as possible to his scrotum, just the way he liked it.
âAlright, baby. Shit you're gonna make me cum, sucking my balls like that. On all fours now.â
You waited for him, ass in the air, as he was taking the lube from the nightstand.
âFuck sweetheart, I could cum just by seeing you offering me your holes like that.â
He knelt down, spreading your ass cheeks wide with his hands, and pushed his tongue into your pussy, his nose resting against your ass. He devoured your pussy and the overstimulation made you squirm, your body trying to escape his grip despite you. But he held your hips tightly and had no intention of letting you go. He then slid his tongue up to your ass, the tip of it playing with your tight muscle, softening it more and more. When he grabbed the sex toy and pushed it into your pussy, you bit your hand to prevent you from losing your mind. He continued relaxing your ass, while fucking you with the dildo and you wondered if you were going to cum again without him even touching your clit.
He stood up, cutting your inner questioning short, placing a hand on your hip and said âgonna fuck this little pussy firstâŚshe'd be mad at me if I only take care of your ass, wouldn't she?â
He slid his shaft against your folds to cover it with your wetness, thrust in and bottomed out, and your response got stuck in your throat, your forehead resting against the gray sheets. You felt his saliva reach your ass, and his thumb pushed it into your tight ring.
âFuck, sweet baby girlâŚIâm gonna ruin you and make you scream on these cocks.â
You already had tears in your eyes from the pleasure you felt. Without stopping thrusting into you, he took the lube and applied some to your ass. He spread your buttocks then your ring with his hands, before spitting on it again then reapplying lube, still thrusting in.
âDamn baby, Iâm gonna fuck you so good. Somehow I hope you wonât even remember my name.â
And you actually thought that it was possible. He thrust in faster and harder, as if he was having a hard time resigning himself to leaving your pussy.
âShitâŚok, baby. Time to share you with my second cock.â
He pulled out and applied lube on his cock, before pushing the dildo into your pussy in one go, moving it in and out, then held it all the way in. He pressed his cock against your ring, and you held your breath. His tip buried itself in your ass. âFuckâ, you whimpered, when the whole crown thrust in and he stopped there. You were leaning on your forearms, face in the sheets. You heard Joel breathing heavily, trying to calm down.
âMy babyâs such a slut. Letting me use all her holes like a damn whore.â
He pulled out before shoving half of his cock in. âFuck, fuck Joel, too much!â
âWhatâs the safe word, sweetheart?â
âFuck, itâs⌠it's âarrow.â
âOk. If you want me to stop, you say it and Iâll stop. But if you donât, youâre gonna keep takinâ it. So, do you have something to tell me?â
You shook your head no, and he thrust in slowly until his balls slapped your pussy.
âFuck, Joel!!!â
âI know baby, I know. Itâs too much, isnât it? Couldnât help it, now that I know you just want to take it. That your slutty moans are only there to turn me on even more, arenât they baby? And that's perfect, âcause I love fucking your ass. â
He pulled back before thrusting in again, clamming your second hole as your pussy was filled by the dildo.
âFuckâŚyour ass is so fuckinâ tightâŚcan feel the sex toy filling your pussy, fuckâŚâ
He tightened his grip on the sex toy, and fucked both of your holes at the same time. Stuffing them. And you felt full.
âLook at you, taking these two fat cocks, damn.â
Your tears were now falling onto the pillow, in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You were letting him use you and you wanted nothing else in the world.Â
âGonna fuck you rough now, baby. Ya ready?â
You nodded, unable to speak.
âDamn, canât speak anymore, I already ruined you. I thought you werenât fragile, Mrs Miller?â
âFâŚfuckâŚJoelâŚIâmâŚIâm gonna fuckinâ kill you. IâmâŚfuck. Iâm not fragile. Iâm justâŚhaving a momentâ, and you managed to laugh weakly.
âYou'll kill me when I'm done fucking this assâ, he smiled and spanked you. His grunts made you lose your mind as he was fucking your holes mercilessly, finally making you scream.
âShit, shit, gonna come baby. Oh fuck. Fuck! Gonna fill you up. Gonna fill that tight ass.â
He froze when his cum spurted into your ass, but kept fucking you slower with the dildo, groaning about how good you were for him, how much he loved to fuck you. Then he withdrew from both of your holes, spreading your ass to see his cum, pushing in the drops that were beading at the entrance with his finger.Â
He turned you on your back, and pushed two fingers into your pussy, his mouth resting on your clit to make you cum one last time. Your hands held his head against you, your hips lifting into him as you finished cumming in his mouth and on his fingers.
He kissed you, rolled on his back and said âhappy birthday sweetheartâ, smiling, and wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.
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Could I request Gojo getting huffy and puffy because he's jealous that his s/o's been baking and cooking for the students?
Of course, while everyone gets muffins, Gojo gets a whole cake for himself, so he's all smug.
It took all his training to slip past the threshold of the door undetected.
He usually didnât need stealth for his mission. Being the strongest, he could just go in, guns blazing, get the job done, and be home by supper time. But this was different. Gojo felt like all his training as a jujutsu sorcerer had led up to this moment.
âHEY!â
Gojo flinched. So closeâŚ.
âWhat did I tell you about keeping away from those muffins?!â
âI just want one.â Gojo whined at [Y/N]. His long fingers just inches away from his prize. If he was quick, he could just snatch one and run away. But he would never do that because he was absolutely terrified of what they might do if he actually disobeyed their order to not touch the muffins.
âThose are for the kids tomorrow because theyâre going to have a long day. Honestly Satoru, everything isnât about you.â
Gojo stood to his full height now with a sigh and shoved his hands in his pockets. âI meanâŚ.isnât part of the agreement on being married that I get all your sweet treats? Both baked and wellâŚ.other thingsâŚ.â He winced at the small smack they landed on his shoulder.
âDonât be gross. The kids are gonna have enough to deal with with the Kyoto team. Not to mention their friend coming back from the dead.â
âThe Kyoto team is a bunch of nobodies.â Gojo scoffed. âAnd, Nobara-kun and Megumi will be so excited to see Yuji that they wonât need muffins. The sweet feeling of friendship will be all the treat they need.â He winched again when they smacked his hand away from the plate.
âI think they would prefer the muffins.â
They were putting the muffins in a box and closing the lid. Now that they were cooled there was no chance of Gojo getting one. He honestly wouldnât be surprised if they put a cursed seal on it.
âIf you donât touch the muffins and be a good teacher tomorrow, and donât fight with another from the Kyoto team, I will make you a cake to celebrate the kids passing the Goodwill event. Deal?â
His eyes began to sparkle in excitement. But then it faded as he thought for a moment on their deal. âIâm going to need some guidelines on what âfightingâ means. If Utahime comes after me I have to defend myself, right?â
âIf you antagonize Utahime into attacking you then that doesnât count.â
Another long pause. âIâm going to need some guidelines on what âantagonizingâ means before I agree.â
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