#Practice sheets for excel

[birdy-bird27]

Help I’ve been hit with the curse of the scholars (too much homework)

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NSFW Alphabet - Logan Howlett Edition

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Reader Warnings: AFAB pronouns, breeding mention, pet names, bodily fluids, p in v actions, no protection, overall horniness, 18+ MDNI. Author's Note: This man is renting space in my synapses, send help.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is so gentle with you, it almost makes you feel like you’re made out of glass. He prefers to hold you close once you’re thoroughly satisfied, enjoying how your body folds into him to be as close as possible.

If you ask him for water and snacks he’s gone within the second, bringing you whatever you need, and then immediately putting you back on his lap so he can feed you. Don’t argue with him on this, he won’t take no for an answer.

You collapse against the sheets with a sigh, legs still shaky from Logan’s excellent bedside service. You’re practically boneless when he pulls you onto his chest, the dark hair tickling your cheek as he cages you in his embrace.

“Logan, I’m sweaty—“

“Do I look like I give a damn princess?” He grumbles, his hands reaching down to smooth over your hair. “Just let me take care of you, alright?”

Your whining is just for show and he knows this, a small part of you feeling guilty because he always treats you with such respect. He’s not sure what kind of assholes you’ve been dating before but he’s damn certain he’ll be the one to teach you how you should be treated.

You melt in his arms, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his large hands running down your back. His voice cuts through the silence, far more gentle than you’re used to. 

“Need anything else doll?” He asks, to which you shake your head. 

No, tonight you just need him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s an all around man, asking him that is like asking a man to choose between air and food to survive.

He loves playing with your tits, loves biting at the swell of your breasts before sucking on them, loves burying his face in the valley of them—

He loves using your thighs as an anchor when he eats your pussy, rolling his eyes when they squeeze around his head—

He loves the sight of your ass bouncing back when he fucks you into the mattress, the sound of your combined hips ringing loudly in his head—

He really just loves you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It only took one time for him to be utterly addicted to your pussy. He refuses to cum anywhere that isn’t inside you at least once, just the sight of it falling from your abuser cunt has him going back for seconds. The sloppy sound of your juices and his cum as he thrusts into you is like asmr.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Masochist to the extreme. You kind of had a feeling with the way he shrugs off pain but you didn’t know how bad it was until you scratched him just a bit too hard while getting your guts rearranged. 

Your nails dig into the meat of his arms, a deep-seated groan erupting from the back of his throat at the feeling. Immediately you look down to see the angry red marks left behind that heal within seconds, an apology on your lips interrupted by his voice growling in your ear.

“Do that again.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The man is over two hundred years old, he lays down pipe like a master plumber. Knows all your spots better than you do, knows exactly what gets you going because he can practically taste the arousal in the air. Those senses of his are no joke.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary so he can see your face, doggystyle so he can fuck a hole into the mattress and breed you. 

Prefers missionary normally if only for the fact that when he puts even half his full weight on your body you’re forced to lie there and take it, unable to so much as squirm while he fucks you within an inch of your life. Enjoys doggy when the beast inside needs to scratch a particular itch that only seeing you ass up with cum dripping down your thighs can reach.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A wholesome 50/50 of being love-struck and horny, he has his moments of laughter but they’re almost always immediately followed by pure lust. You’d think he’d be super serious all the time but he’s surprisingly gentle. He prefers to watch you enjoy yourself, he’s much more of a service top in that regard.

Want him to eat you out until you’re pushing his head away? Want him to fuck you nice and slow, keeping you right on the edge? Whatever your flavor is, he’s down for a taste.

That’s not to say he doesn’t have his rough moments as well. It’s very easy for him to lose himself so he tries not to go overboard for your safety, but if you ask him to let loose he’s not going easy on you. Just remember when you wake up unable to walk that you asked for this.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not groomed at all, just an overall hairy man. He’s got the prettiest happy trail from his navel to his dick that makes his eyes roll when you drag your nails across it. If it made you uncomfortable he’d make an effort to trim.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate, wants you to know just how much you mean to him. Even when he’s being rough with you he makes sure that your comfort is priority. Talks you through it.

You’re face down, ass up, just the way he likes it. Your thighs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm, pussy practically drooling for him as your slick dribbles down the plushness of them.

It’s a sight that Logan could never get tired of. 

His fingers rub soothing circles around your sensitive clit, gathering your wetness between two fingers and listening to your breath hitch when he replaces them with his cock, lightly prodding at your entrance.

“How we feelin’ princess?” He asks, coating his length with your juices. 

You mumble praise into the pillow, and sure he can hear it with his enhanced senses, but that’s not the point—he wants you loud and clear.

Gently he lifts you off the bed, a strong arm around your waist as he rocks himself between your swollen folds, lips trailing at your ear as your head rolls back.

“Come on doll, I need to be able to hear you,” he breathes. “Tell me what you want.”

Your hands grab at his arm, a desperate whine on your lips. “Fuck me, please.”

His chuckle reverberates in your ear. “That’s my girl.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was younger and still learning how to fight his animal instincts, absolutely. Nowadays he doesn’t really think about it, but occasionally Logan will struggle with keeping his thoughts off of you, especially when you’re wearing something nice and he doesn’t have the time to drag you back to the bedroom. 

He’d prefer if you were the one touching him, but his hand will do for now, if at the very least to hold him over until you get home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise - Like mentioned before, adores talking you through it. Favorite nicknames for you are princess, baby, and sweetheart, and his voice in your ear is like heaven.

Pain Kink - BIG masochist. Use him like a scratching post, he loves it. He’ll never admit it but if you bite his lip hard enough to bleed he’ll moan like a whore.

Primal Play - Come on now, the man is an animal at the best of times and downright feral at the worst. This extends beyond the bedroom too, he’s very protective of his mate girlfriend and would move mountains for her.

Breeding - This is an extension of his primal play, he adores filling you up with his cum, whether or not you get pregnant. Something about the sight of it just screams at him like a claim that only he can give you. It’s his cum that paints your pussy, and no one else gets to have that honor.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ideally the bedroom but he’s one of those people that couldn’t care less, if he wants you he wants you. It’s going to be up to you to be the voice of reason, and if that fails? Better learn to keep your volume down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Domestic acts, making him feel like a normal man rather than the weapon the world wants him to be. 

Making him breakfast? His hands are playing with your hips the whole time, whispering sweet nothings against the skin of your neck, swaying to the imaginary rhythm he sets. Cleaning the countertops? He drapes his wide frame across your back, pinning you to the cold granite while he tells you how good your ass looks in your pants, heavy hands making it known just how much he appreciates your attire. Bring him breakfast in bed in nothing but an apron? He’s pulling you into the sheets and not letting you go until you’re screaming his name.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As much as a masochist he is, the last thing he’d ever do is hurt you. The most you could ever convince him to do is manhandling you or spanking, but the moment he senses anything but enjoyment he’s on his knees apologizing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Y’all remember what Doja Cat said about big noses? 

If he passes out between your legs he’ll die smiling, if he makes you pass out then he’s never going to let you hear the end of it. Very likely to overstimulate you until you’re pushing him off you, only to pin your hips down and keep on going. Enjoys palming your thighs and burying his face as far into your pussy as he can, his philosophy is if you can still speak he’s not doing well enough.

As for him, he becomes so submissive when you suck him off. It’s the only time he’s guaranteed to let you take the reins, he prefers watching you work rather than taking over. Tucks your hair back, strokes your head, whispers how good you make him feel and how your mouth feels like heaven. When he cums he’ll ask you to open your mouth before swallowing and the sight of your cum-stained lips gets him hard like nothing else.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally very sensual, can easily change with the drop of a hat. Long, deep strokes that reach all the right places and make you see stars. Massive service top vibes, one of those lovers that always knows what you need at the moment (he totally can’t hear your heart pounding in your chest, no sir.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, and proud to admit it too. Always promises that he’ll be quick, but it never is. He can’t help it, y’know? You make him feel too good.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but the catch is you have to tell him. You can throw him every hint in the world but he won’t so much as touch you until you use your words. Logan likes hearing how desperate you are, he’s a bit mean like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Why would you ever bother asking that? His limit is when you decide to tap out, if even that. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Didn’t really understand and thought you were insulting him at first by offering to use toys in the bedroom. It wasn’t until you gave him a show that he realized just how much he was missing before.

If anything, he doesn’t feel the need to use them on you, but loves watching you use them on yourself.

The small toy buzzes in your hand, the sound of it ringing loudly in the four walls you call a bedroom. Soft sighs accentuated by needy whines, baby pink sheets snaking around your soft thighs, the muffled sounds of your moans when you bite your lip—

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Logan says, mesmerized at the view, eyes glued to where the vibrator meets your swollen clit. He palms at the tent in his jeans, cock twitching when your back arches off the bed with a cry of his name.

He can fucking smell it—your arousal, your need—it makes him drunk, intoxicated off your pleasure. It makes his throat go dry, makes him want to crawl over you and keep you locked beneath him, greedily wringing out every last bit of it.

Your voice cuts through the fog of carnality, a gentle distraction from the beast that threatens to break loose with every passing second.

“Enjoying the view?”

He can only bring himself to nod.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a fucking tease it’s unreal, but he’s also very impatient. It leads to moments where you’ve been edged for so long that tears are brimming your eyes, and when you look at him with those puppy-dog eyes he can’t bring himself to hold off any longer, all previous plans discarded in favor of folding you in half and exposing your puffy cunt to his hungry gaze.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He gets louder and louder the longer you go on as his animal side overpowers him. He’s no stranger to noise but when he’s deep inside you he can’t help but resort to grunts and growls of your name, makes it known just how good you feel wrapped around his cock.

I personally like the idea that because of his mutation he follows mating rituals like real wolverines do, so if you’re into that he’s extra loud during mating season, to the point that he has to bury his face into your neck or else the whole building will hear him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes it when you wear his clothes because they smell like you afterward. Encourages you to do so, and maybe hides your shirts during laundry day as an excuse (but he’ll never admit it.) When you’re not around he’ll even hold the fabric to his nose and take a deep inhale, imagining it was you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As mentioned before, an overall hairy man. Strong muscles with a healthy layer of fat, likes to laugh at you when you bury your face between his tits because they’re nice and soft.

When it comes to his dick he leaves nothing to be desired—it’s heavy, like real heavy. Nice and girthy with a fat tip that makes your breath catch in your chest every time he glides it in, the slap of his balls against your ass soon following suit. A nice pretty pink with a couple of veins running throughout.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always when he’s around you, but trained enough to know there’s a time and place. If he had his way you’d never leave his house, but that’s also his protective nature talking.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes watch you fall asleep first to make sure you’re safe and sound—a bit paranoid and overprotective in that sense, but he can’t really help it. You’re the best thing that’s happened to him, so it calms him down to know that you’re not going anywhere. Once he’s sure you’re alright he’ll go to sleep, preferably with you on his chest.

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Forced roomates or forced to be lovers?

University series: Jungwon Jake Jay

*pairing: popular pervy gamer Heeseung x popular cheerleader

*trope: forced roomates/opposites attract

*synopsis: Heeseung, a slightly introverted nerd but popular in the world of video games and in his computer course, with a passion for video games, and Y/n, the most popular cheerleader on campus, they find themselves sharing the apartment due to a mistake in the allocation of rooms. They could not be more different: he loves to spend sleepless nights in front of the monitor with always in hand a bowl of ramen, immersed in role-playing games, while she lives between exhausting training cheerleaders, evenings at the various parties of the football team and stories on Instagram. Initially the two barely bear each other, but a series of funny and intimate events will lead them to discover that, perhaps, they complement each other.

*tags: A lot of humor, tension, fluff, spicy, pervy Heeseung, a little pervy reader, Unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) pet names (Barbie, Baby, Good girl), pet names (Nerd, Loser), jealousy, teasing, possession, references to video games, cowgirl, +16,sweet moments at the end.

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It’s the first time i write explicit scenes so i hope you like (🎮)

Heeseung’s room at that precise moment was full of mathematical forms and calculation sheets and various drawings of characters he invented, you could hear only the noise of the joystick and the various clilc he made in the mouse, with his excellent score in all subjects in the computer course and being one of the best video game players in the state, Hee had the chance to register for an online tournament for only nerds and professional gamers lasting a few months and the first 3 who had unlocked the level "Queen" they would have received a reward from one of the largest video game production companies and only 3 people would have had the chance with funding from the university and this video game production company to create their own virtual game, but he would not have imagined that his life at that exact moment could change with the entry into play of a noisy Cheerleader, who spent hours in their shared bathroom to make masks or to prepare to go out and tease him from morning to night.

He heard loud punches at the door of his apartment and when he took off his headphones he thought that those punches meant only one thing, His friends Jake and Jay had finished football practice and had come to disturb him or eat a cup of ramen together but when he opened the door he choked on his own because he found himself in front of a girl in a mini denim skirt and tight t-shirt with I ♡ HOT BOYS, Blonde as a ray of sunshine with a bright smile and a scent that left a sweet trail every time she shook her long tail of hair and with a bag of lacquered leather that had to cost more than her computer and a pink suitcase. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who he was. Y/n, one of the strongest cheerleaders on campus and perhaps all other universities, a marketing student and undisputed queen of the campus. She organized the best parties and seemed to always have the answer ready for any situation.

"Hey, i know you’re a nerd and you don’t deal with girls but are you listening to me instead of looking at me like i’m an alien?" Heeseung fixed Y/n’s shirt and felt the cheeks slightly redden when he read the entire I ♡ HOT BOYS writing and looked at how well it wrapped the shirt slightly tight in the breast of the girl in front of him.

"You’re kidding me, right? What if you are one of those perverts who come to the instant only at the sight of a girl in a slightly tapered T-shirt and a skirt? Did you hear what I just said a few seconds ago?"

Finally Y/n heard the voice of Heeseung «I don’t even know what you’re talking about Barbie, i think you’ve got the wrong apartment» replied Hee with an indifferent tone, returning to his room to continue his game of League of Legends. His online teammates were already complaining about his afk.

“Barbie? Are you serious?" Y/n entered his apartment and like a puppy followed the nerd and went into his room and stared at him with a mixture of contempt and disbelief.

"The lease says this is also my apartment and you will be my roommate for next year, Lee Heeseung."

Heeseung froze when he heard that sentence. He paused the game, ignoring the barrage of insults he was receiving in the game’s chat, and turned to her. «Wait. What would your apartment be like? This is my room for...now a year and in the option, i always put that i did not want roommates and then the other room sometimes I need!»

"Well, now that room will be mine. My parents bought the whole student building and the only apartment where there was only one person was yours. Congratulations, nerd. You’ve got the roommate of your nightmares or maybe your most perverse dreams" You whispered these last words near his ear and then you went to get your pink suitcase and to disturb your roommate I played one of the songs that you were supposed to dance on the football field for the beginning of the new season and sang until your room was slightly "Decent" and clean to your standards.

It was two weeks since the beginning of the partnership and you couldn’t stand Heeseung, he was a serious pain in your neck, You didn’t understand how he had so many followers in his profile and so many girls who commented on his life or who added edit about him while playing. Some girls stopped you to ask if he was engaged or if you had taken part in watching him in one of the many tournaments he did. You really hated that nerd especially when you found empty bowls of ramen around the apartment, colored electric cables scattered around the sofa, and Joysticks of shapes and sizes of verse scattered as well in the laundry but the thing you hated most was that he played until late at night and started laughing with his virtual friends at those stupid games or tournaments you always heard about.

The hatred was mutual also on the part of Heeseung, the cheerleader with whom he shared the apartment had monopolized the bathroom they had in common hair dryers, plates with strange shapes, tricks that cost more than the food she ate, glitter, and also bought a kind of mini refrigerator to put his masks or creams for skin care. Heeseung didn’t understand how everyone was following him or how he had so many friends or guys to go out with but the thing that he couldn’t stand about you was being perfect with everyone from the professors, To your friends, family and how you thought you were always the center of attention.

That late afternoon you and Heeseung were both in the apartment, trying to study business but as always when there was Heeseung at home there was never silence. You snorted and went into Heeseung’s room and watched him sitting in the gamer’s station with his hair slightly ruffled around the professional headphones, he had a slight grin but the thing that struck you most were his hands.

God since when did that boy have such attractive hands? They were large, slightly veiny, and wore a silver and black ring that sometimes tortured them for anxiety or maybe to wait for the next level, you recovered from that state and went near the desk.

Heeseung had noticed you but he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of being in the center of attention and kept on wielding his joystick even though he was about to start a game. “Can you turn that down? I’m studying." Heeseung watched you speak, a slight puff came out of his lips as he took off his headphones and wore them around his neck. «What do you want, Barbie?»

"I said if you can please turn down that volume, I’m trying to study."

«And you can stop occupying the bathroom for three hours or sprinkling blue and gold glitter in the bathroom? The other day while I was training, i found a flurry of glitter in my gym shirt, and some thought i joined your flying spinner team!» He answered, not taking his eyes off the monitor while dodging a zombie.

Heeseung looked at you with those little deer eyes put his headphones back on and kept talking to his friends as if you’d never even entered his room until he saw you go under his table for a second and sit between his muscular legs, when you sat down you sunned yourself to look at him and observed the small ones that filled his face. Hee stood still for a moment, caught unawares, but he recovered immediately.

«What are you doing? Do you want to sabotage me? You can’t go to one of the many little friends» he asked with a somewhat grumpy tone. You wanted to take him by surprise and see how long it lasted not to give your attention

"I’m just checking your level of concentration. Don’t tell me I’m the first girl to sit over your legs or do this. You know, as an experienced cheerleader, I enjoy distracting nerds like you." Y/n moved slightly above Heeseung’s legs and watched him straighten his hair perhaps out of frustration or embarrassment.

Heeseung laughed slowly, trying not to show her that she was slightly in awe of the blonde sitting almost above her length.

«You know, I knew that I was a temptress and that I had no fear of anything Y/n but spoiler does not scare me either because I’m used to going into video games of wars, zombies, demons, etc» Y/n started laughing and looked at Heeseung

"How do you know those animated things are scary? Let me see I’m curious, nerd."

Heeseung pressed a button and an unsettling scene appeared on the screen: a dark corridor, distant moans, and a shadow creeping slowly into the bloodshot view with eyes out of its sockets. Y/n barely jerked, unintentionally clinging to Hee’s shirt.

"What the hell was that monster?" she exclaimed, opening her eyes wide as a zombie made a chilling sound and hurled itself toward the screen. Hee burst out laughing, holding the controller with ease. Oh, I thought cheerleaders were not afraid of anything. What happened to your courage?» Heeseung looked at you carefully and thought you were not as bad as his mind had painted you but he would never tell you

Y/n turned around, pretending to be upset. "I’m not afraid! It’s just... I didn’t expect it."

«Yes, Barbie. You were shaking like a cat in the rain.»

"I don’t tremble! and I’m not a coward, if I was afraid I would not be thrown by human beings for air as work," said Y/n, straining his shoulders in a theatrical move. " If you want, I’ll take the controller and I’ll kill that thing."

«Oh, yes? please, come in. Let’s see the cheerleader against the zombie. And it has nothing to do with people blowing you up Barbie, if you’re not used to a little horror you’ll always be afraid» You felt Heeseung whispering these things to you and where was the nerd from before who was in awe with you sitting between his legs?

Y/n took the controller with determined action and started playing. Hee looked at her with a restrained smile as she moved nervously through the virtual corridor. «Why are you moving like that? No need, your character does not follow you! If you’re doing it to get my attention all on yourself Barbie did it, so stop moving between my legs and rub against my length because you will never win the level» You hated how that nerd made you feel. The tension increased with each step and suddenly a zombie broke down a side door with a scream. Y/n shouted and almost threw the controller.

"YOU NERDS ARE CRAZY. THIS IS A GAME FOR PSYCHOPATHS!"

Heeseung laughed so hard he couldn’t breathe. «You’re incredible! You screamed louder than the zombie! Oh my god, it would have been iconic if it had been live streaming» Y/n stood up how angry but at the same time scared, and ran into his room until he heard Heeseung yell «I have all the cards in hand too win this game between me and you, not play with fire that sooner or later you will burn. Sweet dreams, Barbie» hit your face with your hairy pillow and Lee Heeseung in all the languages of the world.

It was almost a week after that little clash with Heeseung and for two whole nights, you had not slept properly for your standard because you always had in mind those horrible images of zombies with eyes out of the orbites.

«You are a little tired and less energetic Y/n, is everything all right?» Chan asked one of your group’s dancers and one of the few athletes you trusted to get you thrown in the air

"Yes, it’s all right I’m just a little tired of the exams and the selections we would have in the middle of the year. I would like to try to run as captain for the new year and that’s why I’m creating a choreography to run" Chan arranged the sheet you had on your head and smiled at you

«Please do not ask too much of yourself Y/n, The genta thinks this sport is nonsense but I would not want to see you again bandaged and in the hospital while crying because you could not move your leg or because your mind had made you think that you were not perfect for this sport and skipped meals or hours of sleep»

"It won’t happen again Chan, now I go home and make a good hot ramen and a nice hot shower to get all this sweat away and sleep until tomorrow morning at 10" Chan smiled at you and brought the bag until you were under your apartment

«Take care of yourself Y/n, and if you do not ask your roommate to prepare a nice basin of hot water for your feet and make ramen, Every time I get videos of Heeseung on Twitch or Tik Tok always has a bowl of ramen" the smiles and when you came in you raised your eyes, God because everyone saw Heeseung as the perfect boy and not as a loser who spent hours and hours playing those stupid games.

When you entered the apartment scientists immediately it was cold enough for your taste and on the sofa there was Heeseung who was watching a TV series to your great surprise he wasn’t playing any of those games and this thing made you alarmed because he always spent the evening At least 3 hours to laugh with his friends. Perhaps he had understood that you needed a good evening without hearing him giggle or hear from his headphones moans of zombies just killed or guns.

"Why aren’t you playing? Don’t tell me that all your friends have you pulled little and you have no one here to shoot or play" Heeseung raised his eyes and continued to eat and pay attention to the TV series he had put on the TV.

"Hey nerd, you listening? why is it so cold in here I’m going to ask you again why you’re not in your room?" Heeseung suddenly stood up and stood in front of you, you hadn’t looked at how he was dressed and had two sweatshirts and some sweatpants that he never wore inside the apartment because it usually made more than 20 degrees but now it must have been just over 10 degrees.

«The heating system of the whole building is out of use for a couple of hours and before the day after tomorrow will not be adjusted Barbie, for that you see me dressed so stuffed. You’ll have to take a cold shower today or you could call some of your friends and get them to host you» You jumped onto the sofa and made yourself slightly tiny in Heeseung’s eyes

"today is a day to forget in the sense of the word, I did not pass an exam and at Cheerliding I made mistakes I do not know how many steps I would just like to take a nice hot shower, eat some good ramen and put myself to bed warm" Heeseung looked at you and you made him a little pity where the girl had gone always exuberant, cheerful and that played music to the ball and that danced for everything?

«Relax for the ramen I can think of it, I am a master in doing so and if you want I can heat water and put it in baccinelle. I know it won’t be as relaxing as taking a shower with a full hot water shower but at least you can wash yourself and get rid of the sweat from your training»

Heeseung a little amazed and speechless, I did so with my head and you watched Heeseung prepare the ramen for you and even put an egg to you to be seasoned more.

«Here is the ramen, I hope you like it you would have made it with more ingredients but it’s been 2 days that I did not go to the grocery. Now.. Yes, I’ll make you some hot water and bring it to the bathroom. Come and see me when you’re done and leave the dish that I washed» You were seriously surprised by this version of Heeseung, is it not that maybe he suffered from some kind of bipolar disorder? Or was this the real Heeseung that everyone loved?

When you finished eating you went to the bathroom and prepared 4 basins of boiling water in the sink you had also put on a plush over-stuffed sweatshirt and a small smile formed, what is happening to Heeseung because he was so good today with you?

The shower with the basins had not you relaxed at all but at least you were washed and no longer had that smell of sweat, when you left Heeseung was no longer on the sofa, you wanted to thank him for both food and hot water and then knocked on his door.

"Heeseung" From the inside, you heard the familiar sound of the keyboard and a few nervous clicks of the mouse. And you heard his answer distractedly because he was concentrating on some computer calculations

«Yes? What is it?»

You entered without waiting for an invitation and crossed your arms for the cold. God, why is it so cold in this house? You wanted to ask Heeseung to share the bed so you could at least stay close and get a little warm but we are always talking about Heeseung the guy who loved to tease you and make you go crazy. Heeseung looked up, noticing his oversized t-shirt and his sweatshirt on the girl in front of him, he would never admit it but you with his clothes made him feel things that he should not think about you, He always wanted to see you with his things and a side of possessiveness intruded into his body. The sight of you made him swallow noisily, but he strove to keep a neutral expression.

"I wanted to thank you for the food and the hot water... I thought maybe we could share the bed. Just to keep warm. Just for this evening, I called my parents and they told me that tomorrow morning the technician will come. In my room it freezes so I thought to ask you" You had a fake smile shy, you wanted to absolutely embarrass him as he did while playing together with those stupid horror games

Heeseung opened his eyes wide and his mouse slipped out of his hand. God wanted to put him in awe

«what?! I don’t trust you at all Y/n, I know that after making you scared with that game you want to crash me» You raised your eyes to the sky, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, man this guy had understood you immediately but you kept insisting

"Oh, relax. It’s not an indecent proposal. Except that I would never do anything with you, you’re not my type Heeseung. It’s pure survival. We’ll freeze both or keep company and sleep together and warm up a little"

Hee rubbed his neck, embarrassed. He has no idea how to respond. Share the bed with Y/n, the most popular girl she knows. He’s never even been this close to a cheerleader... and now he has to share a bed but the thing that pissed him off was that phrase that said he wasn’t his type at all. Who wanted Y/n in his life? a stupid boy who made him feel nothing or he who always teased her and had seen how she reacted when she sat between her legs that was a little embarrassed also.

Heeseung moved nervously to make room on the bed, trying not to think too much about it as she tucked herself under the duvet with disarmingly natural ease. Y/n sat down next to him and made his feet touch his legs against his

"You’re made of wood, you know? Don’t tell me it’s the first time you've slept or that you’re in bed with a girl, nerd" you joked with Hee to embarrass him a little

«Sorry, I don’t share my bed every day with some girl»

"Really? You wouldn’t know it, you can even admit that you’ve never slept with someone you know" he slowly grinds, moving closer.

Heeseung was definitely tired from the constant grip of the cheerleader so he took off his sweatshirt because he was definitely dying from the heat in that situation and he lay down in bed and spread his legs a little because he did not want to feel Y/n’s legs intertwined with his. Y/n had leaned with an arm and was absorbing it and without thinking embraced the piece of wood next to her and a scent of citrus and spices invaded his nose, Heeseung seriously had a slender body but at the same time toned and felt from the shirt that he had strong abs, not bad for a nerd!

«Y/n, what did you take me for? for your giant teddy bear that you have in your room?» You laughed because even if you could not stand it sometimes it was nice to be in his company.

"Mmm, no my teddy is definitely sweeter and nicer than you, nerd. I’m hugging you because I’m cold and your temperature is too hot to not have the heat on" Heeseung ran his hands through his hair and turned off the lights, for a couple of minutes he no longer heard Y/n speak, and thought she had fallen asleep but before talking about the devil they sprang horns, felt the cold fingers of Y/n go under the shirt and roll them up their bare abs, He felt little shivers all over his body and cursed the heating not working.

«Y/n, stop it I know what game you are playing with me, I will not fall into your trap» you started to laugh even if he had turned off the light could imagine that he had slightly red cheeks and definitely had that super cute grumpy. You also put your other hand on its narrow waist and tried to go a little lower but a strong hand stopped you and now you had your arm over your head and Heeseung slightly above you holding himself with one arm.

«I repeat it again Y/n, I have all the cards in hand to pottery beat, if you are in need of attention go to your friend's football players, or swimmers with whom you do evening but not with me because otherwise, I could ruin you in an instant» You snorted and shoved Heeseung into the other side of the bed and you sunned yourself with your shoulders turned to him. "Sooner or later you will lose Heeseung, and I know for certain that it will be me who will make you lose your head" A small smile formed on your lips before you fell asleep.

Heeseung woke up a little later that morning, you were out of bed, you had gone to study somewhere or to work out. When he went into the bathroom and looked back he started to ride but I swore in all the languages of the world because you had left him a red lipstick stain with your lips engraved on his cheek and the more he tried to send away that joke, the harder it was to remove.

That Saturday went all wrong, the university football team had lost badly and even the show you had prepared to make the majors identify you as suitable to take the place of captain was a mess. Some freshmen had it all wrong and you were seriously pissed off and wanted to just smash yourself in ice cream and finally spend hours under the jet of boiling water they had repaired.

When you came in, you slammed the door of the apartment, with a face tense from anger. You dropped your bag on the floor with a thud. It had been a nightmare day. During the show before the match, a couple of girls continued to make you miss all the shots, and the coach took it with you in front of everyone because if you wanted to become the captain you had to be perfect and able to support also freshman line.

You were about to head for your room when you heard laughter coming from the living room. Heeseung’s familiar voice is clearly distinguished, and also that of Sunghoon one of his closest friends who was skating, and there was also another athlete Jungwon but along with them, there was also a girl. Y/n stood on the threshold, crossing his arms.

On the two chairs, there were Hoon and Jungwon, instead Heeseung was sitting with legs apart, bent forward to look at the screen and see how he smiled or squinted at Heeseung. She was way too close. She had Sunghoon in the same room who was one of the most beautiful guys I’d ever seen, but no she was attached to Hee.

"Well, look at that, our gamer has found someone who gives him a go," you commented in a deliberately sharp tone.

All turned to her. Heeseung seemed surprised, but he recovered immediately and saw that it was past 10 in the evening so the game had ended a long time ago. «Hey, Barbie. Difficult day? don’t tell me that the football team lost» he asked, with a smirk, and raised your eyes to the sky.

"Oh, don’t worry about me. It seems like you’re having enough fun already."

The girl next to Hee laughed, and for some reason, that sound irritated you more than it should have. <<If you want I can leave my place Y/n>> says Jungwon with a genuine smile, man how much gold would have paid to have as a roommate a person like Jungwon always nice and sociable with everyone that loser from Heeseung?

"No, no, quiet Jungwon I’m going to take a nice hot shower and some healthy skincare for my skin. I already greeted you all because I don’t know when I’ll get out of that bathroom" You went to the bathroom and felt the look of Heeseung in your body covered only by a shabby skirt and a light sweatshirt but you scrolled away all the slacks with a nice warm bath.

After almost two hours you left the bathroom in your pajamas and at the door, Heeseung’s friends were getting ready to go home, you were preparing a calming herbal tea but you watched the first girl named Luna greet Heeseung with a hug and then with a shy kiss on the cheek. That scene made you even more angry against the world, from what point did you get annoyed by girls around that nerd?

"Really, Heeseung? Bring people here without telling me? And then that girl... who the hell was she? We agreed that when I had a show when I came home I wanted to be at peace"

Heeseung stood in the middle of the living room, an eyebrow raised but with a funny look

«Does it bother you that I had friends here? What should I say when you take your best friends to make your beautiful pajamas that scream or speak of everyone or is it only Luna who has bothered you because you have always made enough friends with all my friends?» You looked at the nerd in front of you and crossed your arms.

"Don’t be smart. I hate that you don’t even have the decency to tell me when you bring people. Aren’t we roommates?"

Hee barely smiled, a smile that seemed to know long.

«You and I are roommates, so why do you seem so... jealous and upset by the presence of Luna?» You looked at him furiously, approaching a few steps.

"Me? Jealous? Of you? Don’t make me laugh, you know you’re not my type."

«Then why are you so agitated?» he replied, standing up to approach you. Heeseung not only looked beautiful but also his height was perfect, you always liked tall guys and he with his 1.83 compared to your 1.65 was overtaking you. You felt the tension grow between you two. you approached again and pushed it slightly with a hand on your chest.

"Maybe because I can’t stand when you’re bragging about your "friends," I saw how comfortable you were and how you flirted with her. You pretend to be the "good guy" of the situation but we all know that underneath you love seeing girls lost for you"

Heeseung looked at you for a few seconds, then shook his head with an incredulous grin.

«You know what? You’re unbearable when you do that, what is it you want to always be the center of attention barbie? the world does not only revolve around you»

"Oh, stop it, you’re so annoying from the first day that I set foot in here with your little smirk cheeky" you answered with your face now a few inches from his.

Heeseung was definitely tired of your spoiled behavior and even as a child he did the last thing he expected to do but he wanted so much to silence you and put you in your place. You felt yourself by the wrists and Heeseung gently slammed you against the island of the small kitchen.

«Stop» he said in a rock and still voice. You looked at him wide-eyed, ready to reply, but the words stuck in your throat when he leaned over and kissed you. The kiss is initially decided, almost to silence you, but then it becomes sweeter as if he was also surprised by his own boldness. You were slightly still for a moment then you relaxed and carried your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you. You felt his big hands under your ass and in a few moments he made you lean on the kitchen island and began to kiss you again or not devour you «Fuck, the only way to make you shut up is this Barbie? , if I knew it before I would have made you quiet in other ways, Y/n» You absolutely wanted to reply but when it detached from your lips he plunged to give light kisses around the clavicle until reaching your neck, a little moan came out of your lips when it began to torture you a small section of your neck under the ear, you felt that it was licking and then biting. Your coach would kill you if she saw some suckers but at that moment you were too much at the mercy of Heeseung and what he made you try; "Hee, stop torturing me I can’t be seen with a" You did not stop talking that you sucked strongly another area of your neck and pulled as much as possible his hair.

What you were doing was absolutely nothing normal but you felt too excited to stand between him, you felt Hee come even closer to you and you perceived its hard length in the pants of the suit she wore, You tried to approach him and touch him but he took your arm and brought it back to the shed.

«I don’t give a fuck if your coach tomorrow sees you with some pacifiers and don’t try to touch me, I don’t let the bad girls put their hands on me, and this evening you were a bad girl rather you behaved like a child and spoiled» You felt the big hand of Heeseung to slightly bloom your pants and felt your panties slightly wet and Heeseung had an expression that you had never seen perhaps victory? His hands made little circles over your pajamas but never took them off because in his eyes you were definitely a bad girl that night without thinking touched your pussy and stimulated you until you felt that from there you would come like a loser with both pants and panties around, You leaned on him and when you felt that you were coming to the climax but he detached and looked at you with all red cheeks.

"It can’t be, you’re really an asshole Heeseung" Heeseung looked at you with a grin and whispered to you «We are already 2-0 for me Barbie, when will you start to understand that with me you’ll burn yourself?» You watched him drink a glass of water and then go to his room as if he had not almost made you come in your underwear and as if you did not exist.

It was a week after those kisses, either Y/n tried in any way to avoid Heeseung and the thing was mutual with him as well. His best friends Jay and Jake had invited him to the last half-season game and with him were Hoon, and Jungwon, But he did not realize that before the game there was the show of the Cheerleaders and in front of his eyes there was Y/ n who was warming with other dancers both male and female. He watched her carefully trying to do a handless somersault and after a few seconds Chan one of the best and most famous dancers on the entire campus took her by the hips and made her lightly jump off the ground and put it over his shoulder, He knew that Y/n was good because she spent hours and hours training but did not think that she had so much charisma and ease to make such a lot of acrobatic. Heeseung looked away from the beautiful cheerleader for a moment and saw Sunoo take it back and give him a hint with his thumb.

"Why are you filming Y/n?" Sunoo looked at the oldest boy in the group with a smile and continued recording

<<I’m making some content for her team’s tik tok and Instagram profile, she asked me the day before yesterday when I saw her in the library>> Heeseung looked at Y/n smiled at Chan, and hugged him slightly, Why did you ask Sunoo to be your little filmmaker and not him who lived on technology? And then why did he embrace Chan so often, relationships between athletes were forbidden but a sense of jealousy took hold in Heeseung, and watched from the edge Y/n field that he was fixing his makeup.

Y/n for her knew that Heeseung was watching her since she had left the locker room but she would not give him his attention for anything in the world because he was seriously an asshole.

<<Your favorite nerd can not take his eyes off you for 20 minutes and is throwing me some hateful looks as if he tried to kill me with an axe or a virtual gun>> You wake up to the joke of Chan and you squatted to pretend to lace your shoes and sunflowers Heeseung’s head and eyes were watching you and you saw him turn all red when you caught him looking at your ass even though it was barely covered by a short skirt the smiles and I made the mark of 2 with my hands because he was still ahead between you two but in added a 1 because even if he did not want to admit it would also sacrifice a game of those stupid tournaments to have you and to make you his, He winked and was petrified to watch you enter the locker room to give the charge to everyone and to start the show before the half-year game.

The game ended in a beautiful victory and you came home to take a quick shower, put on makeup, and dress up for the winter party. When you entered the house there was nobody and it seemed so boring and at the same calm, there were no screams of Heeseung, the laughter of his friends, There were no sounds of gunshots or moans of evil characters and this thing made you a little bit sorry you didn’t want to admit it but by now you were used to all that mess and see the apartment empty and without the blue lights of the computer or smart tv, you put a little sadness. When you left the bathroom you felt a delicious smell coming from the kitchen and at that moment you did not think that Heeseung could return so soon, You went to the kitchen, and Heeseung when he saw you dressed as you were, looked at you with a furious look but at the same time, he saw that it was hard to take your eyes off of how he wrapped your short skirt, a light crop top sweater and on your feet you had black loafers with ankle warmers.

«Where do you think you are going dressed like that? you studied all this morning and this afternoon you trained and not even two hours ago you blew up I don’t know how many times, It’s not better to ask for a break from your body and stay at home» watch Heeseung from the mirror you had at the entrance of the apartment with a grin and sprayed a little perfume and set up your cheerleader bow in your straight hair

"Wow, someone’s in a bad mood didn’t you like the show or the game? I’m going to a party. You know, those social things that normal people do for fun, to drink, to chat, or maybe to be in the company of a nice guy or girl!" You squinted at Heeseung and he had his arms crossed to his chest and wouldn’t stop staring at you «I know what Barbie parties are, just don’t understand why you have to dress like..» you approached him and looked at him with a smile, maybe for the first time in your life you had the knife’s handle on your side the nerd in front of you was seriously jealous.

"How what? A girl who knows she’s irresistible and wants to go out and have fun with her friends? How should I dress to go to a party, certainly not with a pair of sweatpants or a sweatshirt" Heeseung looked at you attentively and saw him blush as you pressed your breasts to her strong chest and flushed from that little touch with your body.

"Relax, nerd. I can handle the compliments myself. You don’t need to worry." You took your Chanel bag and went to the door and looked at Heeseung leaning against the wall with that adorable little grumpy and his deer eyes that didn’t leave a moment. " Don’t expect me awake. I might be late or not even come home."

Heeseung when he saw you leaving the house and leaving a sweet scent whispered «Oh, I will wait for you Barbie.»

When you came back to the apartment it was around one and a half at night, I took off my boots and sighing for fatigue went to your room but before entering I saw Heeseung sitting on the bed wiping his hair wet with a cloth, He had just come out of the shower because there was that citrus scent coming out of the bathroom and you raised a eyebrow curious to see him still awake, if you had made it clear to him that he could go to sleep.

"Why are you still awake? Didn’t I tell you not to wait for me? Don’t tell me you were worried about me and that you wanted to see me safely back home without anyone."

«I admit it I was just worried and wanted to see how you yourself said that you would come home with your legs»

"How sweet. I didn’t know you were so protective." You put your bag on the desk and sat down on the edge of the bed watching Heeseung while he rubbed his hair and stared at you with sneaky eyes Your legs were almost completely uncovered and how he showed you the curves especially your breasts that sweater shrunk

«It’s not protectiveness. It’s frustration. I can’t understand why you enjoy teasing everyone... including me. What do you want Y/n?» a small smile came out of your lips and to Heeseung’s surprise you put on horseshoes in his toned legs and carefully dried the hair half gone for how many times he had passed the cloth to dry them while waiting for you

"Am I the one who provokes? One week ago you almost made me come in my pants and then you left like a loser without completing the work." Heeseung tried to put his hands on your hips but you took his big hands and placed them over his chest, "Don’t dare touch me until I tell you, the last time I was acting jealous or maybe like a child but this night you were the loser of the situation that in order not to admit that you wanted me you left me to go to a mega boring party"

You helped Heeseung to take off her shirt and a little whistle came out of your lips "How can you have such a physique and not show it off?" You began to slowly rock over its width felt it under you become harder and harder and you started kissing its neck until you reached below the navel. Heeseung had dreamed of this moment from the first time he saw you enter his apartment, he would never admit it but masturbated even thinking of you and was seriously afraid to come if you would continue to swing with that miniskirt that now let you all the thighs uncovered and saw your black panties in lace.

«I need to hear you somehow or show you that I’m not a loser as you think Y/n, please let me make you feel good and let me finish what I had started; I hate to pause the gaming games the same thing goes for you Barbie» Heeseung with reddish cheeks and eyes half-shiny desire and gently laid you down in his place and bent down to make you feel good, you made the sign to take off your skirt but he did no head and a grin formed in his face «I want to make you come with this skirt of a bad girl and then you will take my dick» you were seriously shocked by Heeseung’s words that you wanted to tease him again but your voice stopped when you felt the fingers slipping into your still-dressed slot and Heeseung’s slightly wet hair buried under your skirt, You jumped at him as you felt his middle finger and ring slide down your pussy while with the other hand, he suddenly took off your panties in a provocative way. He looked at your panties for a moment and then dived back under your skirt and you felt her finger on your palm clit with her thumb. You crave the feeling, of holding tight to his arms, the longer he pleased your clitoris, the sooner you would lose control of yourself and that was what Heeseung wanted, to see you lost to him. And in the end, you were just giving in to what your body wanted: rubbing against that annoying nerd’s hand, you felt his fingers get inside of you for good, and little moans came out of your mouth.

«Fuck love to hear your moans, and groans for me Y/n, make everyone feel who is fucking you and who is ruining only with two fingers inside of you, I can not wait to see you ride my dick and be able to have you finally mine»

You pulled Hee’s hair and small moans came out of your mouth as fast as her fingers went inside you at that moment.

"Hee, I need" fuck was nice to be filled by his long fingers. You felt his fingers curl inside, and you closed your mouth with your hand, afraid to wake up anyone who was sleeping. Annoyed, Heeseung pulled his hand away from you and admired you as you had your mouth open, hair in his bed, and were standing up for him and not one of those stupid athletes who came after you.

«Come for me baby, don’t be shy» felt that you taunted your clitoris again and came moaning again the name of Heeseung, The nerd under your skirt slowly tasted the mess that had caused you and tasted your shiny white cum that polished your pussy. When he got up he looked at you and leaned to give you a little kiss on the forehead «Good girl», after a while you got your arms around Heeseung’s neck and kissed him with a hunger for him and pushed him back into bed and rode over him to his cock.

"I need you Heeseung" The guy in front of you interrupted the kisses you were giving and looked at you with a shy and sincere smile, «Fuck tell me that I’m not dreaming Y/n, it’s months that I want you close around me, for me this is not a game Y/n» You smiled at Heeseung and took off the light sweater you had and the boy in front of you cheeks turned red and took off your breast-holder with nonchalance and immediately took a bud from your breast and with the other hand held you and tickled the other breast.

"Not for me either Hee this is a game, I want it" A little moan came out of you when he sucked slightly your nipple and a little spit went down your left breast repeated this thing also with the other. You really needed him so you lowered his pants and at the same time boxer shorts and saw his cock semi-erect, caressed him slowly but after a while you started to pump him slightly, It was beautiful to see him swearing under the sensation of your warm hand, slowly pumping it and observing the way his tip leaked copiously liquid.

«I thought of you I don’t know how many times in these months in this exact position...» mumbles, slightly shivering, «please Y/n, I need you» A little laugh came out from your lips, you had never seen Heeseung in this state and it was only thanks to you.

"You know we’re tied right now Heeseung, you seem so desperate for me right now. If you want fuck me”. he sent you a charming smile before pulling down your hips with that slutty skirt still on you; he wheezes sweetly at the feeling of your pussy flying around her tip, already able to feel your exhaling excitement before you finally slowly sink over him.

"Fuck, oh shit Hee" You were seriously ecstatic by the length of Heeseung inside you, and slowly you moved to let it in and out so that your bodies lined up and went at a rhythm.

«God you are so tight» You felt his big hands under your ass and brought you even closer to him and you put your hands over his back to ride it harder. «Who is fucking you so well, Barbie?» You felt again his thumb rub your wet pussy as you took his cock up on the ground and hit exactly your G-spot to make you moan his name. " You, Hee, only you Heeseung"

Heeseung began to leave open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, climbing up, climbing up until finally reaching your ear, leaving a kiss behind it before whispering: «You are mine and from this moment I will not share you with anyone»

By the time he pushed back in you could already feel the tears ticking your eyes: you’re loud and cheeky in your sounds as he starts hammering you again because he knows it’s coming soon and he wanted to feel your body again, you felt your back curl from the way Hee’s hand started to rub your clitoris again, you could only groan softly for feeling, Allowing him to play with you as if you were his own game or even worse his favorite toy.

"Hee, I’m close."

«Come for me Barbie, I want to feel and see you with my sperm in all your beautiful pussy that right now is taking my cock»

Finally allows herself to come inside you, you can hear Hee sibilate softly for the sensation, triggering her orgasm while you whimper for all the sensations you had experienced thanks to that loser of your roommate. You’re hot and full to the point that it’s already started to leak out, and Heeseung swears he’s never seen a better show, and you’re burying your head in the hollow of your neck.

You felt Hee give you a little kiss on the head and then on the forehead and put you lying in her bed and after a few seconds of silence she went to get you some warm clothes and cleaned you from her cum and put you her clean boxers and her crumpled nerd t-shirt and brought you to my bride in your bed, Your cheeks were seriously all red and maybe you were also agitated because now things would go with him?

When he put you under the covers you saw him lay an arm around your waist and look at you smiling softly move a rebellious tuft from your face around your ear give you a light kiss on the cheek and lay down with his head leaning close to your neck and crossed your legs. You were seriously surprised by his attitude but maybe underneath he also felt emotions like a classic twenty-year-old boy and you embraced him a little timidly because you had never seen this act of Heeseung.

«We are 3-2» You started again with your joke but in your head, you were 2-2.

"What did I do this time to get you back in the game? It seems we are still 2-2" You felt his nose close to your neck and started laughing, he did not want to admit but for him that three were you. He would be able to skip a session of video game tournaments to make you happy and maybe he was falling in love with you but he would never admit it if you didn’t do it first, because the weak point of the situation was him not you.

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[lily-bisque]

suguru is all about exhibitionism.

the guy is a perverted, deranged degenerate but that same guy is also your boyfriend. you’d been dating for around a year now, and to be clear, you weren’t… unacquainted with his sexual desires, since he has tested quite a few of them out on you.

from bondage in his apartment where he’d tie you up until you were releasing hot, wet, real tears all over his sheets, to his collection of toys he had no issue slipping into your tight hole, to twisting your form like a pretzel in all sorts of interesting positions to see if he could get you to squirt from them [insert fan favorites: full nelson and a headlock.]

and now, as the two of you are perched in the back row of a movie theater, despite you complaining that the middle of the theater had the best sound quality, his hand found its way trailing up your skirt.

you didn’t think much of it, letting out a soft hum as you knew he liked to touch you and basically couldn’t keep his hands off of you for the life of him.

that was, until a digit began to run up and down your clothed cunt, poking and prodding, causing you to flinch and snap your thighs shut, caging his large hand between.

peering over at him, he had his eyes fixed on the screen, your boyfriend the perfect image of poise looking blissfully unaware of his curious hand like it had a mind of its own.

“sugu,” you quietly whined out over the scene where the killer finally appeared, knocking on the glass window of the victim aka final girl who was scrambling to lock it before he came in.

suguru glanced down to look at you, your flushed expression and startled face causing a tent growing in his pants. “yes, darling?”

he knew what he was doing and he was reveling in your reactions.

you let out a whimper only quiet enough for him to hear in hopes that he wouldn’t decide to tease you in a theater where everyone was practically holding their breaths in silence, but no. suguru never made anything easy for you.

a dexterous digit of his slid your panties to the side and sunk into your already dripping heat, making you clench around him immediately.

your teeth gritted hard, morals grinding against each other as your heart rate roared in your ears.

thankfully, the seats in your row besides your own and suguru’s were empty, but the rows before you had plenty of people that could be privy to the scandalous endeavor with just one glance behind their backs.

your hands found themselves across your boyfriends leather jacket, gripping to steady yourself and your already dizzying mind as his slender finger found that sweet spot, the rough pad of his finger leaving delicate strokes that had your squirming.

“n-not here,” you whispered out, eyes threatening to roll into your skull, hoping the elderly couple in front of you couldn’t catch on to the way your cunt was making obscene, quiet squelches sounding beneath the movie soundtrack.

suguru only let out a few unpleased tsk’s before his fingers curled deeper, causing your form to bow and bite into his leather jacket. “not here?” he mocked, tilting his head down to your ear and biting your lobe, sending a shiver down the column of your spine. “oh sweetheart, here is absolutely perfect.”

and that’s how you found yourself for the next few minutes or so, attempting to muffle your whimpers in your boyfriends bicep until you released all over his digits. your body wracked with your orgasm, eyes flying wide and dotting black as you realize that you’d just let your boyfriend finger you in a movie theater.

however, the image of excellent patience was getting… impatient.

by the time you’d calmed down from your high and the protagonist of the film finally escaped from the clutches of death, suguru grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you out of the theater, not even allowing the movie to come to a close.

his grip was firm, yet gentle, as he led you down the dim corridor of the cinema. you found yourself being dragged into the men’s room, your boyfriend pulling you into a stall and shutting the door behind you.

your lips quirked up into a faint smirk as he pinned you against the flimsy stall door, eyes undressing your still-flushed state and fiddling with your outfit.

“i couldn’t wait,” he rasped out with a hoarse chuckle, as if every moment he waited to feel you was paining him.

“then don’t.”

his lips connected with yours in an instant, a hungry and passionate kiss as if he needed to consume you right then and there. his assertiveness had you whining between his parted lips, a groan of pleasure rumbling in his chest and making your thighs rub against each other.

his large hands found purchase on your hips as he spun you around, practically tearing your panties to the floor and riding your skirt up.

he admired the globe of your ass, eyes blown wide with lust, as he fumbled with his zipper, adjusting all the annoying fabric around until his cock could spring free. the cold air made his red, leaking head all the more sensitive.

suguru didn’t even bother searching for the condom he’d brought along, wrapping a hand around his shaft and aligning it with your entrance.

it was in this moment that you wanted to facepalm yourself, not recalling your boyfriend locking the restroom door, nor checking the other stalls. “w-what if someone hears us?”

his tip brushed against your drooling folds, pushing right into your prepped hole and against that ring of resistance, the pressure making your body tense.

suguru wrapped a hand around your mouth, muffling any noise you could make, before purring in your ear.

“better keep quiet, then.”

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➤ i've been loving him to pass the time | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x fwb!reader

summary: you've been loving lando to pass the time, but is that really all it is? (inspired by 'oh my' by alessi rose)

wc: 4.6k

warnings: angst with a happy ending! not great relationship skills and allusions of smut

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It was nothing special. What you and Lando had was, really, nothing special.

Or, perhaps you should say what you have is nothing special. It hadn't died yet, even if it seemed like it had a hundred times over. You were still here, standing in his kitchen, unloading his dishwasher, while a hoodie of his and some random dress shoes were still tossed about your living room. 

But it was nothing special. You were just strangers who sought comfort in each other from across the hall, because the longer you think about it, you never were friends.

You're not sure who had set that hard boundary, but it was evident, because days like this remind you that you're not central in each other's lives, don't matter outside of your homes and bedrooms, don't exist to anyone else. You'd woken up alone in his bed like you always do with a sticky note stuck to his pillow that he was having people over later, so you should head out before four. It was normal enough, though it once wasn't - where before you used to rush to leave, you now spend your morning, eating and tidying up after yourself to leave no trace behind, like you didn't live just down the hall.

If people looked, really, they'd see it, but you'd both gotten so good at pretending that it was convincing enough even you couldn't decipher if it was all real. There was a time when you thought about defining what you were, making things more obvious, but that had been a year ago, and all your secrets were still tucked away in the back of each other's bathrooms, hidden toothbrushes and hygiene products just in case. If people looked, really, they'd see it, but there's no one to ever connect the dots besides you and him.

You had his favourite chocolate hidden at the top of your cupboard for late-night meetings, or just needing a reminder of him. He had your spare key in some junk drawer, attached with some gaudy tourist keychain he had tried to pawn off to you for your birthday, only for it to end up back at his. 

But it was nothing special. 

You were always last, because this was nothing special. He was rarely home to begin with, but he wasn't solely to blame. He knew you'd wait for him, something soft and unspoken between you where he'd find solace on your couch or you in his arms and within a few hours, no evidence of what happened would remain. 

4: 

you didn't have to clean

Not existing was a strangely easy task, names ignored in contact lists, paparazzi unaware, even when his fame picked up, and he had to admit to you who he was. Your total absence from his life doesn't take away from the fact that you were there, helping him practice for interviews, compiling your own secret list of stories he'd only ever told you, getting to ask personal questions without crossing your lines. You had never been to a single race, but that didn't stop you from watching every one, listening to him excel in the spotlight for hours on end as you sat in the dark of his apartment. 

5: 

you're welcome

You were better than him, he'd told you one of those long nights spent under his sheets, but only by a little bit. So you would be 5, when he was 4. It was a one-off joke, but his words had taken up more of your time than you're willing to admit. He could do that, turn seconds to hours and days to nothing. You could spend all the time in the world and it wouldn't matter, or you could exchange a glance in a hallway and have it feel like an eternity. 

But it was nothing special. You're not sure what you'd do at this rate, to be honest, if he tried to change that. You were so used to revolving around Lando's schedule you'd forgotten that you could exist with him beyond being a satellite. If he asked to be something official, you think you'd say yes, but that wasn't a dream or a fantasy, just simple delusion.

If anyone else asked what you were, you'd say neighbours. It didn't matter the routines you fell into, the bonds you shared, the yearning, the distance, the silence. What you and Lando have is, was, nothing special. 

Didn't matter how you felt about it. What you have is nothing special. 

"I feel bad." He appears at the door at some ungodly hour, curls ruined with sweat that makes his t-shirt cling to him. Outstretched is a singular cupcake with a few random letters on it, taken obviously from some birthday celebration. "You're not my maid." 

"If you want to feel better," You say as you accept the cupcake, "Then don't leave everything a mess. I'm trying to help you maintain those F1 delusions of grandeur." 

"You shouldn't." He responds, letting himself into your apartment and closing the door behind him. You take a bite from the cupcake, savouring the chocolate for a moment as he stares you down. "It'll inflate my ego. I'm trying to stay humble." 

"Tell that to the cars in the garage downstairs." His lips are on yours, cupcake abandoned on the kitchen counter beside you, knocked over and icing smeared across the marble. 

You don't know why you let him do this. Maybe it's the way he makes you feel, desperate to hold you like you're something he could actually lose, even when he could have anyone else. Maybe it's the gifts, maybe it's the humour, that stupid smile, but for the past year, you've let him rule your romantic life, kept single for the moments he'd decide to pay some attention to you, and you dumbly realize, hands woven through his hair as he lowers you onto your bed, that it's become your favourite passtime. 

With all the hours spent, you've been loving him to pass the time, because what else do you do? Move on to a worse smile and someone who doesn't understand you or your body the way he does? 

Someone else would be seen with you, your brain reminds you as his lips find your neck. Someone else would give you a title, take you out, show you off. Your entire life keeps moving forward around you, new jobs, new friends, new adventures, and then you return to him like you hadn't grown at all, and you let yourself spiral as he does what he does best, taking control, giving you just enough pleasure to stay. Making you feel like the centre of all his worship for the night, so that when he collapses beside you, it feels like he'll stay. He'll wrap an arm around you and press himself to your side, to your back, whatever way he likes, and you ask stupid questions back and forth about things like how your day went and the cute dogs you've seen in the building before dozing off, and expecting him to stay. 

He never does.  

"Isn't that a bit big on you?" Your friend pulls up the hood to your hoodie, laughing as it swamps your face, and you reach up to toss it back. 

"It's-" Lando's. He'd abandoned enough sweaters in your place to last you a lifetime, and to keep from mixing worlds, you return them to him diligently. This one must have slipped through the cracks, even as you savoured the smell of him all day. "It's supposed to be a boxier fit." 

He won't be back for two or three odd weeks, having managed to text this morning that he was off racing somewhere and had to wake early for his flight. It's almost honourable, you think, the way he tries to excuse his behaviour as if he hadn't disappeared every morning. As if he didn't just seek you out when he wanted. 

Then, like clockwork, like he can't even let himself go the 24 hours without finding you at night, he calls at 12:26, which is apparently 2 AM his time. He could have anyone else, you like to fantasize as you listen to him drunkenly drawl about a DJ. He could be with any other girl, but he's on the phone to you, like he's loyal, like this whole thing is something he could be loyal about, but it's nothing special. He just happens to call when he's drunk, because he can trust himself to say stupid shit to you and no one find out about it. 

That's how it all started, anyway. You heard someone knock at your door and then a loud, heavy fall outside at around midnight, and discovered a drunken Lando on the floor, the newest resident to the apartment building. He said something about needing help getting to his place, and you'd dragged him to his door, helped him with his keys, got him to bed. 

He'd returned the next night with cookies as an apology, and it felt like he never left after that. You were the one part of his life, he liked to say, that had nothing to do with fame or family or pressures. You would argue you weren't really part of his life, but it wasn't an argument you wanted to have. 

Not when, on the rare nights when he felt romantic, he'd get some fancy food delivered and order some nice wine and once, at the beginning of all this hell, he'd held your hand under the table like you could've been anything more than strangers in the night. The last truly romantic gesture was weeks ago, but you weren't counting. 

You never really counted on him to do much besides show up at your door, after another failed race that you claimed you didn't watch, because you didn't watch racing, because this was nothing special, even if you found yourself glued to your TV no matter the hour. He lets his aggression out in the healthiest way he can, letting you sit in his lap on his couch and venting about all the problems with his car in between breathless kisses, clothes abandoned at some point and dignity at another. 

He'd say things in the heat of the moment that he'd never mean, about how he wanted you, only you, wanted you to stay. You'd give in to every word, even if you weren't under him, because it's all you ever wanted. You wanted him, wanted it all, wanted more than you could ever reasonably ask and more than he could ever give you. 

And there, curled up for the hundredth time, you feel the world finally shift.

Time, once dictated by his arrival or departure, pushes forward without him as he turns to look at you in the dim moonlight. He's leaving, you realize, even if you knew it was happening. The whole reason he was here was the in-between until he was able to move to wherever he needed to go, and he'd told you back in those first, fateful days, it would be a couple months at most. You suppose those many, many months have finally caught up with you.

"Monaco, huh?" You breath out, and Lando buries his face into your neck, unable to say the words himself.

You were just loving him to pass the time, you remind yourself. It was nothing special, though it's impossible to act like this wasn't consuming both of you alive, only for him to extinguish himself. Maybe it was mercy, leaving you here to burn alone.

You gather your things that morning as you leave, ultimately needing a box to put everything in. You would make a joke about how much he'd kept over time, but he's not there, like every morning, like nothing could ever change, time pushing you forward, as if to tell you to move on. It's your tupperware, socks, a camera with your name on it, but with all his photos, a year summed up in a handful of random items. 

You do the same to yours, returning the sweaters, the shoes, the watch you've been holding hostage since he left. His oversized sweater remains in your drawer, your last souvenir of him, and unbeknownst to you, the random friendship bracelets you left behind one drunken summer night remain in his bag. 

If you cry over him for the first time that night, it's no one's business but your own. And if time slows to let you process it, no on else notices. 

What Lando and you had was nothing special.

It wasn't romantic, despite the flowers Lando knew were your favourite, it wasn't committed, despite the fact he hadn't sought out other women, considering you were right there, and just right. You never gave each other enough time for it to be anything special, though more and more often, it was Lando leaving you alone, in his bed, when he went to work out, when he ran to do his meetings. You didn't mind, Lando was almost entirely sure, because it was nothing special. It had ended as peacefully as it had begun, and Lando hadn't thought much of it until he found himself lonely in a life he had thought he was fulfilled in.

He saw the same people, tried making new friends, did the exact same routine, but he found himself stuck on the edge of something invisible, something he couldn't understand. 

He couldn't understand how his socks piled up so easily, or how long it took to put away all the dishes, like he hadn't already done them a million times before. He couldn't understand why his bed felt so cold in such a warm place like Monaco, why people kept asking him if he was alright when he'd never been better. 

What you and Lando had was nothing special. He was just indulging in the rare chance of normal, loving you to pass the time while he had it, because everything was such a rush around him. He couldn't understand how everything moved so fast, how nights moved so fast, when they used to stretch out so long for him. 

He couldn't understand why other dates weren't the same. Why they didn't understand what he'd want, predict his next moves, give him that extra space on the other side of the bed because he likes to splay about. He couldn't understand why even his groceries were different, because sure, he's in a new country, with new stores, but it was still the same chocolate, even if it wasn't stolen from ridiculously tall cupboards. He finds your favourite fruit in his basket before he questions it, something he always picked up for mornings he never witnessed, mornings that were not special, where he'd eat the leftovers, even if he didn't like them. 

He thinks of texting, but then again, you didn't text first. You didn't text often, actually. He only called when he was drunk, and despite his few escapades out at night, there were no new secrets he needed to share, because they didn't really matter anymore. It was nothing special, anymore. 

He finds himself scrolling through his phone at random hours of the night when time seems to refuse to slow down for him, and it was nothing special, so when he finds the only photo of you on his phone from some night where you both got tipsy and tried to play a minigolf course set up in his living room, he couldn't understand why he had to stare at it to fall asleep, over and over, your smile as you laid on his couch, hands clutched to your stomach in laughter, half of the course knocked over in his footsteps. 

After another race he loses, he realizes he doesn't have your social media. It doesn't matter, really, considering you didn't know anything about racing, as much as you played along that you did. He thinks he might find you among his followers, but you'd never cared for his fame. He finds your account anyway, private, and it makes sense. You always were private with your life, with what you did outside of the hours spent with him. He's not sure if he knows your job, even if he knows how much you hate his choice in soap, he's not sure he knows the names of any of your friends, even if he knows your aspirations, your dream pets, your first and second favourite colours. He tries to ask other people the same questions, but their answers don't sound the same, answered for the sake of answering, not for the sake of sharing. 

He goes home, and tries to ignore the draw of going back to his old building, to that door, but he's a man who acts on impulse, unable to keep himself from driving down your street, his street, thinking about what you'd be doing at this hour, and he doesn't understand it. You were just strangers in the night, really, people who found comfort in each other, so why was he so stuck on the thought of you? 

What you had didn't exist outside of apartments and memories, so how could it occupy every area of his life? The concert he's back home for is a band that he introduced you to, every song tied to some stupid moment nestled together, and as some romantic ballad starts up, he spots you in the crowd, the first time he's seen you outside his and your walls, the first time he'd seen you properly dressed up and not getting undressed. You're all but screaming along to the song, knowing the lyrics like knowing him, and you turn to beam at some friend beside you, and it wasn't anything special, but Lando was jealous of it. 

You used to smile at him like that, even when he never went out, even when he tried to keep things with you as secret and normal as possible, hidden away from anything that might ruin it, including himself. It was the most selfish, dickish thing he ever did, and you never mentioned it, never brought up your thoughts on it. Lando thought it was mercy, letting him have some normalcy with you. Now, he realizes, it was because he never gave you the space to say something, never gave you the time or the possibility to turn what you'd created into something more.

Now, he realizes, he wants you to look up from your seat and see him staring from the VIP section, and smile at him, and choose him again, because he realizes that's what he's been missing this whole time. He wants you to sing along to a cheesy love song, not because he taught it to you over a drunken night of karaoke, but because you want to say those words to him.

You were always there. He never had to make a choice, only had to show up at your door, but now? It wasn't his choice anymore. He didn't deserve one, anyway. You deserve to choose him, should you want, and god, the thought makes Lando realize how much he wants it. He wants you to choose him because you can, because he mattered to you outside of all the shit he put you through, he wants you to want him outside of the hours of night, because standing here, longing for something he didn't realize he wanted in the first place, maybe it was special. 

Maybe you made it special.

He buys the last two VIP tickets and gets some security guard to bring you up as he disappears out the back door, leaving behind the music he had once been so excited to hear, now reduced to background noise. His feet take him to your building, time sped up to get him there in what feels like minutes flat. He knows your code to punch into the building, has your spare key in his back pocket just in case, though he could never bring himself to use it. He used to let himself into your apartment like it was his own home, but now, he's forfeited that right. So he sits on the floor next to your door, head rested back against the wall, and wills the hours to speed up to bring you home to him. 

You get home with more questions than answers, but it doesn't matter. Why you were chosen out of a sea of fans for some random band your friend pulled you along to, with lyrics that haunted you more than you could ever explain, to go to the VIP section, you have no idea. Time had sped up, rushing you through the night faster than you've ever felt, over in just a second for the walk down your hallway to be the longest you've ever experienced, because Lando was at the end of it. 

Even if it wasn't anything special, you could always sense Lando from a mile away, knew he was here the moment you set foot in your building, having pulled strings and made your night better when he used to never see you out. You could sense him when you went on more dates, when life kept going, when nothing matched. You found yourself longing for things to do, seeking out friends when the silence was too obvious, longing for someone to ask you a question because they wanted to know everything about you, and not to just pass the time. 

But it was nothing special. What you and Lando had before and after he left didn't matter, even if you wanted it to. And even as you approach him, his eyes closed but not quite at peace, you try to convince yourself it doesn't matter. That he's just back in town for the night and wanted a place to crash, that he wanted one more night, but you were always more than that, even if it wasn't anything special. He always somehow chose you, even when it seemed like he couldn't care less about you. You were always better than him, always something he came back to, even hesitant, like he was afraid you wouldn't be there. 

But he knew, and you knew. You'd always be there, even if he wasn't. You'd always wait, even if you shouldn't. His eyes crack open to stare up at you, that ridiculous, soft smile instantly plastered over his face. 

"You're getting glitter on the carpet." He voices quietly, hand reaching out to undo your heel nearest to him, the smallest smattering of glitter falling from your dress to create a halo around you. It suited you, Lando would say if he could stomach it. He finishes one shoe before moving to the next, and you slip out of them easily, despite the fact you're now standing in your stockings in your apartment hallway. 

Then, you realize, he hadn't kissed you. For once, he doesn't surge up to bring you inside, to get your dress off, you don't plant yourself in his lap, you just stare, time stopped between the two of you. Nothing could move the silence between you, not now, likely not ever. What happened tonight was supposed to happen, whether either of you realized it or not. 

He wears a VIP bracelet around his wrist, the same as you. He'd given up the concert of some band he loved for you, and you, for once, let yourself read into it. You had been making love with him to pass the time, but by now, it was more than that. You weren't loving him to pass the time, to keep up with what you'd started, because it wasn't just a pastime, wasn't just a hobby. It wasn't just seeking pleasure, even if at times it was. It wasn't just something normal for him, even if at times it was. You were loving him because it had become second nature, outside of everything you did. It was the default, what you reverted back to, as if you had loved each other for years, and not just moments. 

You loved Lando, and there was nothing special about the thought.

He grabs your shoes as he rises, and you let him into your apartment. He fits like the last piece missing, an absence you'd tried to ignore. He tosses his own shoes off, landing where his dress shoes always used to be, and he drops your heels unceremoniously next to them by the door, cluttered like they were always meant to be side by side. His outstretched arm finds your waist, hesitant, and you don't blame him. Your usual territory was demanding touches, heavy and all-consuming. Coming home to each other like it was a normal night, like you were something domestic, wasn't exactly ever on the table, even if you had done his laundry a hundred times, even if he used to help with your groceries, even if you had kissed and embraced enough times to know exactly what the other person needed. 

Leaving space for each other was customary, but filling real spaces in each other's lives was not.

"Did you miss me?" His words are low, not quite ego-driven, even if you know he'd use them against you later.

"Of course." Your hand finds his curls, gently sorting through them, those two words the most open you'd been about how you feel about him. You don't ask the same, partially because you don't want to ruin the moment, partially because you already know the answer. He came back to you, but it was still the same, old patterns. It was the middle of the night, and he was looking at you like he could devour you whole, and you'd let him. 

"Can I kiss you?" He hadn't asked before. He didn't need to, considering the flurry of emotions, the desperation for each other, the limited time you were allotted. 

The words being spoken aloud stop time in its tracks completely, and you gently place a hand on his chest to feel his heart pounding, an anxiety you'd never experienced from him before. He wanted to kiss you, and he wanted to ask, and you let him. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, but rather than pushing you back against the door, of it being hot and heavy, it's nothing special. It's a soft, quick kiss, like coming home after a long day at work, a tender thing that never had to be spoken. It's normal, like you've always wanted it to be. 

There's still that old connection there, from the way his hands tighten on your hips, but he pulls away before he allows himself to indulge for reasons you're both not privy to and yet well aware of. It wasn't that absence had made you fonder of him, or he of you, but it had made you realize that your nights spent together weren't just passing the time, weren't just midnight affairs. Something had broken between you when he left, maybe long before that, and for the first time, you think you might survive the repairs.

"Do you want to stay the night?" You ask, another first, because you never had to ask before. He just did. The path to your bedroom is well worn, but this time, the flurry of clothes was not for each other, but rather to slip into pyjamas. Him tossing you onto the bed was not to get to you there faster, but rather to hear that laugh bubble out of you, wrapped in an old t-shirt he's pretty sure he gave to you. 

It's the fact that he collapses into the divet he'd created in his side of your bed, unchanged, unoccupied since he left, and you mould around him like you always knew how to, and nothing else happens, because tonight is nothing special. What you and Lando have is nothing special, nothing like the poems about star-crossed lovers, or some front-page headlines. It's just you and him in the bed you made. 

When your alarm goes off in the morning, he's still there, face hidden in your neck as he snores softly. 

It's the first time you'd ever heard the sound. 

a/n: i know its not my typical style but i am going through a situationship of my own that is driving me crazy, so i needed to let that energy out somewhere - enjoy?

[fakebwitch]

mean nerdy!rafe helps reader with physics…

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you played with your hands while walking along the corridor that would lead you to his dorm. you stopped recognizing the number of his room, you took a deep breath trying to relax yourself as you raised your hand, knocking two times on the wooden door. after a few seconds the door opened wide, your eyes met the figure of rafe, a white polo shirt with simple brown pants, his face decorated with a delicate pair of glasses. he gave you a small look before moving leaving you some space to enter, “come in”.

choosing rafe cameron as your tutor was one of the last things you would have wanted. you had tried to ask other students but everyone was busy with their sessions or they already had too many people to tutor for, and he was your last hope. he was a few years older than you and was fucking good at any scientific subject - math, physics, chemistry, biology - always getting the best grades, and this did nothing but increase his ego, exploiting his excellent knowledge as an excuse to be arrogant and presumptuous. your grades were really bad and failing in physics was certainly not among your plans, so you had to resort to his help.

you would never have thought that he would agree to give you private lessons, you thought that he would have much better things to do, like studying for the next sessions or maybe he already had someone else to whom he dedicated his time, instead he looked at you for a few seconds — maybe feeling your despair — and accepted, giving you an appointment for friday at 5 p.m. at his dorm.

you get inside, a strong smell of cigarette with a vanilla room perfumer flooded your nostrils. the room was quite tidy, very minimally furnished with few personal decorations — unlike yours— there was a small bookcase full of books, and not to mention his desk, covered with scribbled sheets, just as you had imagined it. he sat on one of the chairs fixing his hair, “sit” he said looking at you, you did as he said by sitting in front of him, placing your bag on the chair next to you.

“let’s just start” he said crossing his hands on the table, you nodded taking out your book with a small notebook, as well as a small pencil case. “what do you want to start with?” he asked you, his look stinging while waiting for your answer, you had never had a real conversation with him and being aware of his character you didn’t really know how to behave, you didn’t want to look stupid in his eyes. you opened the book showing him the topic you hadn’t understood, rafe gave it a little look without uttering a word, an imperceptible “mhm” was audible to you while he took his notes.

before you noticed it he began to explain, his words fluid and clear while he gestured lightly with his hands, his eyes fixed on yours sometimes fell on his notes or on your book showing you what he was referring to, not even the slightest difficulty transpired from his speeches, as if he was talking about a banal topic that did not include the most complicated formulas and most absurd meanings. holding his gaze was difficult for you, having to focus your attention on something other than his sharp blue eyes. no matter how much you got lost in the details of his face and how he seemed so involved in what he was explaining to you you could not afford distractions, you had to listen and you had to understand above all what he was saying, or you would not have solved anything.

he stopped leaning his back on the back of the chair, the biceps muscle contracted as he scratched the back of his neck, “got it?” it was all he said, his tone almost arrogant as if not understanding what he said was stupid. “yeah” you nodded placing the pen on the table, on the sheet of your notebook some small sentences were visible concerning some important formulas or terminologies.

“we need to make a little practice” he said taking your book in his hands, flipping through the pages in search of some exercise to put into practice what he explained. the room felt suffocatingly quiet, his presence was intimidating, his sharp gaze like a dagger that kept you on edge.

“let’s try this problem” he said, sliding the book across the table toward you. his hand brushed yours briefly, and you felt a jolt shoot up your arm. it was ridiculous how much his touch affected you, how even his scent—a mix of clean cologne and the faint, lingering cigarette smoke—was making your head spin. “okay” you murmured, trying to focus on the equation scribbled on the paper. but your mind was anything but clear. you picked up the pen, feeling his eyes on you, watching every move you made as if you were under a microscope. he got up from his seat, your breath hitched as you heard his slow step approaching you. you tried to shake it off, focusing your attention to what you should’ve solved, but then he stopped right behind you, you could feel his presence towering you, his scents even more clear now that he was so close to you.

“you’re doing it wrong” he said, leaning closer. his voice was low and curt, but not cruel. he reached out, his large hand covering yours as he guided your pen across the page. his touch was firm, his skin warm, and you found yourself holding your breath as he pressed against your back. “there. that’s how you set it up” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. his breath ghosted across your cheek, and you couldn’t help but turn slightly, catching the edge of his jawline and the curve of his lips in your peripheral vision. he was so close you could see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes when he glanced at you.

“are you even paying attention?” his words snapped you out of your thoughts, and you blinked, heat flooding your cheeks. “y-yeah, I’m paying attention” you stammered, though your voice betrayed you.

rafe smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “doesn’t look like it.” he sat on the chair next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. there was something about his expression—arrogant, almost predatory—that made your stomach flutter in the most inconvenient way.

“i said I’m paying attention” you repeated, your voice a little firmer this time, your eyes never leaving his. you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how flustered you were.

“hmm” he hummed, tilting his head as if he were trying to figure you out. “prove it. solve the next one on your own.” he slid another sheet toward you, his fingers lingering on the edge of the paper. “let’s see if you actually learned anything.” his voice provocative, almost amused by the situation, as if he knew the kind of effect he was having on you. you did your best to hold back, the words threatened to come out of your mouth but you swallowed them; being given private lessons by the best student was certainly not something that happened to everyone, and you could not afford to lose this privilege just to retort his stupid provocations.

you picked up the pen, determined to prove him wrong, even if your heart was pounding like a drum. the numbers and formulas blurred in front of you, and you could feel the weight of his gaze, the heat of his body still lingering near yours. you tried your best, but you didn’t even have the slightest idea of where to start. minutes passed, and each seconds you became more discouraged, his gaze fixed on you almost judging you and you couldn’t take it anymore. “I can’t,” you admitted, your voice barely audible.

rafe chuckled softly, shaking his head. “of course you can’t.” he stood up, moving behind you. you felt your chair shift as he placed his hands on the backrest, leaning over your shoulder to look at your work. his voice was close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “let me show you again.” you froze as his hands settled lightly on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing against the base of your neck. it felt too intimate, too intentional, but he didn’t seem fazed. instead, he leaned closer, his chest just barely grazing your back as he reached for the notebook.

“this is where you keep screwing up” he murmured, his tone low and deliberate. “you’re overthinking it.” his hands squeezed your shoulders lightly before one slid down your arm, guiding your hand to pick up the pen again.

you could barely focus on what he was saying. every nerve in your body was hyperaware of his touch, the heat radiating off him as he stayed impossibly close. you managed to scrawl out the equation under his guidance, but your mind was a mess, the numbers meaningless.

when he finally pulled back, his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “see? wasn’t so hard.” your breath hitched, and you turned to look at him, your faces dangerously close. his smirk widened, his eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. the air between you felt heavy, charged.

“rafe—” you started, but your words faltered when he leaned in, his hand brushing your jaw as he tilted your face up. “relax” he said, his voice a mix of command and tease. “you’re way too tense” his thumb grazed your cheek, and before you could think, his lips were on yours—soft but insistent, a mixture of dominance and curiosity.

you were shocked by his gesture, it took you a few seconds to actually realize that his lips were on yours, and that he was kissing you. your hands tightened around his face pushing him towards you, the kiss quickly became more intense, both fighting for dominance.

rafe pulled away from the kiss trying to catch his breath, but was taken by surprise by your lips again on his, eager to taste his soft lips again. one of your hands went down his chest, pushing him so that he was sitting on the chair next to yours, and in a quick movement you sat on his lap. rafe didn’t utter a word, leaving you free to do whatever you wanted; he couldn’t hide his amusement in seeing you so eager, taking the lead.

his hand tightened around your chin, moving you away from his lips. his intense eyes stared at you for what seemed like an eternity, admiring the way you seemed so desperate after just one kiss, your lips flushed and your hair already messy, your eyes stared at him with a burning desire that you could no longer hide.

“so eager are we?” he was teasing you, a faint laugh left his lips. you tried to speak but his hand was too tight and you knew that if you opened your mouth nothing sensible would come out, he would only have made fun of you. he let go of the grip on your chin, letting it wrap more gently under the jaw, angled your face while his lips approached your cheek, placing a sloppled kiss right under your ear. you bit your lip closing your eyes while his kisses followed the line of your jaw, slowly going down towards your neck. for sure that bastard knew how to use his lips.

his lips moved skillfully against your neck, sucking and wetting the skin. unknowingly your hips began to move against his lap, looking for a desperate clutch with his bulge, your pussy almost praying to be touched. his free hand tightened around your waist stopping your movements, his lips let go of your neck bringing his gaze back to you. “didn’t know you were so needy” he said lowly almost as if he was talking to himself, his cock semi hard in his pants and he could feel through the thin material of your panties a wet spot.

"you were the one who kissed me first," you replied, raising an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth lifting into a sly smirk. you weren't lying-it had been him. he kissed you first, set everything into motion, and now here you were, the one craving more, so typical of him.

his gaze darkened, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "and you were the one who couldn't keep your hands off me, pushing me back so you could grind on my dick" his voice was low, dripping with heat, each word sinking into you. “just a consequence of your gestures” you said shrugging your shoulders, rafe couldn’t help but laugh at your answer.

“i think we should do less talking” he said in a whisper, resting his lips on yours, this time he didn’t stop you, letting you rub yourself on his bulge, earning you little whinings from him. his hand tightened around your breasts, squeezing it between his hand, you weren’t wearing a bra so it was easy for him to feel your hard nipple and squeeze it between his fingers through the material of the shirt, earning a small gasp from you.

“you want this?” he asked you, as if it wasn’t already obvious enough. but he needed to hear you say it, just to boost his ego even more. his hand made space under your skirt, playing with your panties. “yes” you answered without hesitation, the need between your legs growing more and more. his thumb gently brushed your clit, moving in a circular way, the contact sent a shiver all over your back and you couldn’t help but let out a little whine at the slightest pleasure he was making you feel.

“stop teasing” you ordered him in a firm voice, your hands clenched around his shoulders in search of support. “as you prefer” he replied in a moking tone, a grin on his face. without wasting more time with two fingers he moved the material to the side, with two fingers he collected all your wetness. he started teasing your clit again with his thumb, this time, however, he pushed two of his fingers inside you, a big gasp left your lips to the sudden intrusion. his fingers moved quickly and with experts inside you, touching all the spots that made you shudder, as if he knew you for years and knew by heart how to make you melt.

your head fell back completely overwhelmed by pleasure, small and continuous moans kept coming out of your mouth, unable to contain you. rafe loved how responsive you were, your moans were like a sweet song to his ears and he couldn’t help it, he angled his fingers inside you, his pace getting faster and faster making you continue with your melody. “love your pretty sounds” he said, his eyes completely fixed on you while his hands worked on you like no one had ever done, “fuck... just like this” you incited him, your voice choked completely out of breath, your hips moved slightly, riding his fingers.

you could still feel his hard cock against the soft skin of your thigh, and for the pleasure he was making you feel you couldn’t help but reciprocate. you brought your hands to his belt, unbuttoning it quickly, you unbuttoned his pants and with your fingers you tightened the zipper pushing it all the way down with a quick movement. you stopped for a few seconds, your legs trembled while rafe continued to hit your spongy spot. you continued your work by pulling out his cock, his pink and swollen tip practically screaming to be taken care of, he was long and thick. lke a magnet your hand tightened around it, your thumb rubbed on the fluffy skin of his tip.

“g-goddamn...” his head fell back, a spit fell from your mouth ending directly on his tip, using your fingers you spread it along the entire length, quickly working the hand around him. his expression was simply fantastic, his face corrugated, his eyebrows sulked while his mouth emitted small pathetic whimpers. despite this his fingers continued to abuse your little wet hole, his free hand tightened tightly around your thigh, his fingers dug into the soft skin leaving a mark.

“f-fuck” his voice completely broken as he continued to moan your name, your walls tightened around his fingers at the sight below you. you could not explain what you were feeling, in seeing a presumptuous, unpleasant, proud guy like him completely wrapped around fingers, a mess of moans and whines, bringing yourself closer and closer to the orgasm.

slimy sounds filled the room, coming from both of you. you tightened your hand around his tip, focusing on it again, having realized how sensitive he was. “h-holy shiiit baby” a broken moan came out of his mouth and you could feel his legs shaking under you, he was close.

and you were too.

he could feel it, from how your moans were more persistent and how your pussy was clenching around him, almost trapping his fingers. “as much as I love you pretty hand around me, i fucking need to be inside you” and so he took out his fingers, your hole clenched around nothing as you felt your stomach squirm for the orgasm just denied. your hand around his cock stopped,you watched him with a pout, even if you knew that in a few seconds you would finally have his cock inside you.

“you better make it worth” you provoked him. you knew he would fall into your trap, “oh don’t worry angel... you know I’ve got you.” and before you could realize his cock slung inside you, his length made space inside you while his thickness widened your walls. rafe let out a choked moan at the sensation of your warm walls, which welcomed him inside him. “feels soo good around me... so fucking tight” he praised you, his hand was around the flesh of your ass, holding it in his hands.

without giving you a any time to get used to him, he began to push himself hard inside you, his tip hit in no time your cervix. he helped you take off the shirt you were wearing, throwing it somewhere in the room. his hand immediately tightened around your breasts, squeezing it. he gave you an hard slap on the ass as his hot mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking it and biting it lightly. you wrapped your hands in his hair, pushing him closer to your chest, completely ruining his carefully done hairstyle.

you don’t know what happened to you, but you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him backwards so that his back was against the back of the chair, you dug your nails into his skin while you crossed his gaze — confused but intrigued by your sudden gesture of dominance — his cock stopped inside you. you began to ride him, your hips moved quickly as a hand of rafe came down to stop firmly on your waist, his glasses completely fogged. “shit rafe... feels so good inside me” you said with a big moan, his big cock sank into your hot and wet pussy. you lowered your face meeting his lips, the kiss was completely messy, your tongues quickly collided with each other, the salivas mixed together as well as your cum inside you.

“look so beautiful like this... riding me so fucking good” he said with clenched teeth, another hard slap on your ass. “i’m cumming” you said immediately after hearing his words, you could feel the weight in your stomach grow. rafe’s hips met your thrusts, while his hand went down, the index and middle finger moved quickly in a circular way on your clit, leading you to high.

with a big moan you finally reached your climax, your movements slowed down abruptly, your legs trembled at the intense pleasure achieved, and if it hadn’t been for his hands tight around your body you were sure that you would have already fallen. “fuuck” your pussy tightened around his cock, releasing your cum that was covering his tip inside you.

“that’s it baby, took me so well... f-fuck gonna cum” his voice hoarse as he used his last forces to push himself inside you, trying to reach his orgasm. it took you a few seconds to recover from the insane orgasm you had just had, despite the sense of overstimulation you moved your hips slowly, meeting his thrusts. “shit... here we go” when he feel he’s reached the limit he pulled out, he squeezed a hand around his length moving it quickly up and down, with a few pumps splashes of his cum finally fell on your lower stomach.

“thaaat’s it” his words dragged as he fully enjoyed the sensation, his hand tight around the tip not wanting to waste even a drop. without thinking twice you brought two fingers along your stomach, collecting his cum and then bringing your fingers to your mouth, savoring its flavor.

he didn’t say anything, but his gestures spoke clearly. he approached to give you one last intense kiss, savoring himself on your tongue, his hand gave a last slap to your ass before finally detaching from your lips, “we have to continue studying” he said, suddenly returning seriously. he lifted you slightly so that you were sitting on the chair next to him.

he got up from his chair, adjusting his pants and polo while sitting in front of you. “alright, let’s get back to work,” he said, his tone casual, as if nothing had happened. but the way his gaze lingered on you told a different story.

[gracie-eilish]

dirty girl(s)

warnings: shower smut

an: thank you for all your kind messages and comments🥹 writing smut and basically anything other than fluff is starting to get easier for me to do, so it’s always nice to hear that you like a fic i wrote, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside☺️ ok enough warm and fuzzy here’s a slutty fic😳

the sun had climbed higher by the time either of you moved again, your bodies sticky with sweat, hair a mess, lips kissed raw. you were both lying in a tangle of limbs and sheets, billie humming lazily into your shoulder, her fingers tracing soft shapes on your stomach.

“okay,” she murmured, voice rough from sleep and something else. “i love you, but we stink.”

you laughed into her hair. “speak for yourself, rockstar.”

“sweetheart, it smells like sex in here,” she smirked. “we’re practically melting into the mattress.”

“i don’t hear you complaining.”

“oh, i’m not. i could stay here all day.” she kissed the corner of your mouth, and then tapped your thigh. “but i do happen to have a very nice shower with excellent water pressure. and maybe a girlfriend who’s filthy but very cute.”

“filthy?!” you playfully nudged her. “i’ll have you know i scrubbed every inch last night before i came over.”

“i’m not talking about that kind of filthy, doll” she whispered in your ear making you flush red.

billie looked at you like she might actually melt this time. then she kissed you, all slow and warm, before nudging you playfully.

“come on, baby. let me spoil you some more.”

she stood and stretched, bare skin glowing in the soft light. you followed her, wrapping the sheet around your body, and trailed her down the hallway into the bathroom. billie turned on the shower, steam already curling into the air, fogging up the mirror as she grabbed a towel, playfully snapping it at your hips.

“hey!” you squeaked, laughing.

she winked. “get in, gorgeous.”

you let the sheet fall to the floor and stepped into the shower with her, the warm water rushing over your skin like a sigh. billie joined you, moaning as the spray hit her back, soaking her hair, tracing down her spine.

“god, this feels so good,” she groaned, tilting her head back. her eyes then flicked to you, and a grin tugged at her lips. “but not as good as you look.”

you blushed instantly, and she stepped closer, hands brushing your hips as water dripped from her lashes.

“don’t get all shy on me now, baby. you were crawling all over me an hour ago.”

you bit your lip. “that was different…”

“mmm, was it?” she purred, leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder. “you’re still mine in here.”

you didn’t answer with words. you just turned to face her and reached up, fingers threading through her wet hair, pulling her into a kiss that made her groan into your mouth.

her hands slid up your back, over your ribs, as if memorizing you all over again. and even though you were both naked, the moment felt more reverent than sexual—like she was handling you with care, not hunger… for now.

she pulled back slightly, eyes scanning your face.

“you okay, baby?”

you nodded, cupping her cheek. “more than okay.”

she smiled, and you felt it down to your toes. “good. lemme take care of you.”

she grabbed the shampoo and poured a little into her palm, lathering it between her fingers before stepping behind you.

“close your eyes, pretty girl.”

you did, and the next thing you felt was her hands in your hair gently massaging your scalp with slow, tender strokes that made your knees a little weak. you sighed under her touch, water dripping down your chest as she worked the shampoo through every strand.

“god, that feels amazing.”

“mmhmm,” she hummed, kissing your shoulder. “you deserve to be spoiled.”

she rinsed your hair carefully, guiding your head under the stream, then reached for the conditioner and did it all again, even slower this time. her hands were everywhere, on your shoulders, arms, waist, touching you like you were something sacred. when she turned you around again, her eyes were soft.

“now i want a turn,” she whispered, handing you the shampoo.

you smiled and lathered it in your hands, stepping close to work it through her thick hair, giggling as the bubbles slid down her back, mingling with her tattoo.

“you’re so cute when you’re sudsy.”

she snorted. “rude.”

“i mean it!” you said, leaning in to kiss her temple. “you’re ridiculously hot, but like… domestic hot.”

“domestic hot,” she repeated, grinning. “that’s a new one.”

you shrugged. “i’d shower with you every day if I could.”

she stilled, then gave you a look that was soft and serious and totally floored.

“you’re gonna kill me with how sweet you are.”

she kissed you then. it was slow and deep, her hands cradling your face, the water rushing around you. and for a moment, there was nothing but the warmth of the spray and the warmth of her. eventually, she pulled back with a grin.

“i fucking adore you.”

you giggled, already flushed from the heat, the water, and the way her voice hit your chest like a warm hand over your heart.

billie chuckled against your skin, kissing a slow trail down your neck. “you’re dangerous when you’re wet and cheeky.”

“you like it though.”

she laughed under her breath, voice raspy. “i love it.”

she poured a generous amount of body wash into her palm and rubbed her hands together before turning you back around and sliding them over your shoulders, across your collarbones, circling around to your chest with a touch that was firm but reverent.

her fingers moved with care, but she wasn’t shy. she knew where to linger, where to tease. when her hands dipped lower, soaped up and slick, you let out a quiet, breathy laugh.

“billie…”

“mhm?” she asked, like she was the picture of innocence, though her fingers were very much not.

“you’re not playing fair.”

“i’m not playing at all,” she whispered into your ear, lips brushing the shell. “i’m just appreciating what’s mine.”

you turned around in her arms, water dripping from your lashes, and gave her a pointed look.

then she kissed you. it was wet and deep, mouths sliding together like it was instinct, like this was exactly where you were always supposed to be.

she pressed you gently against the tiled wall, not with force, just enough to feel all of her against all of you. her tongue brushed yours slow, purposeful, and her hands slid down your back, pulling you impossibly close.

“i could kiss you like this for hours,” she murmured between kisses. “you’re so warm, baby. so soft. feels like a fucking dream.”

you whimpered against her mouth, the heat of her skin mixing with the steam, her touch everywhere.

“is this part of the shower routine?” you asked, voice half-breath, half-laugh.

billie bit your bottom lip gently. “only for special girls.”

you grinned and tugged lightly on her damp hair, loving the little groan it earned you. “thought you said you wanted to get clean.”

“i lied,” she said, hands exploring the dip of your waist. “i just wanted to see you naked and wet.”

“well, i am definitely naked,” you started chuckling, taking her hand and moving it down to your heat. “but… why don’t you tell me if i’m wet.”

her fingers found your slick folds, wet with more than just shower water.

“babygirl…” she whispered, getting onto her knees.

she pressed warm kisses all over your lower belly, trailing lower and lower. carefully she lifted one of your thighs over her shoulder, making sure you were steady before doing anything. she teased your pussy, kissing everywhere except where you needed her.

“bils,” you whined, threading your fingers in her head hoping she got the message.

with a quick look through her lashes, she licked a long stripe from your weeping hole to your swollen clit, making you cry out, the sound bouncing off the tile walls.

she then proceeded to close her lips around your clit, kissing and sucking the bundle of nerves, leaving you panting, head against the tile wall.

“you steady?” she mumbled against your clit, looking up at you. you shifted until your thigh was snug against her shoulder, and nodded.

without missing a beat on your clit, she snuck her now free hand between your legs and pushed two fingers into you.

“SHIT! billie oh my god!” the pleasure was blinding.

her fingers thrusted into you hard, reaching that gummy spot deep within your walls, making your legs shaky and knees weak. billie wrapped her free arm under and around your thigh, holding you up as best as she could. you fingers threaded deep in her hair as she continued melting you away with pleasure.

“c’mon baby, cum in my mouth. i know your close mama.” her words were slurred and mumbled, she was completely pussy drunk on her knees for you.

she thrusted her fingers a few more times hard, before you finally unraveled on her tongue.

“atta girl,” she praised. “good job mama, doing so good for me.”

once she licked you clean and was sure you’d be able to stand on two feet, she slowly let your leg back down off her shoulder and stood up, her hands grasping your waist.

she kissed you, this one deeper, longer, until the edges of everything blurred a little. she pulled back just enough to look at you, her thumb brushing a drop of water off your cheek.

“god, you’re beautiful,” she whispered. “like… stupid beautiful.”

you leaned your forehead against hers, your heart pounding sweet and loud in your chest. “you’re not too bad yourself.”

“liar,” she said, nipping at your jaw. “i look like a drowned rat. but at least I’m a lucky one.”

her hands slid back up to your ribs, slow and certain, and she ducked her head to kiss gently at the base of your throat. you gasped softly, nails lightly digging into her shoulders, and she smiled against your skin.

“still okay?” she murmured.

you nodded. “more than okay.”

she kissed you again, slower this time. steadier.

“good. ‘cause i’m trying really hard to be good,” she said, nose brushing yours, voice husky. “but you’re makin’ it really fucking hard, sweetheart.”

you gave her your most genuine innocent look. “i’m not doing anything.”

billie laughed, breathless. “that’s the problem. you existing like this is enough.”

eventually, her touches softened, her kisses slowed, and she really did start rinsing you off, though not without the occasional squeeze or flirtatious brush of her fingers. you returned the favor, lathering her up with care, giggling when she moaned dramatically about how good your hands felt, how “spoiled” she was.

by the time she turned off the water, you were both flushed, slick, and a little dazed.

she toweled you off with so much care, her fingers grazing down your calves as she knelt to dry you, murmuring sweet nothings as she worked her way back up.

she walked you back to her bedroom, grabbing you a hoodie and some of her sweats to throw on, making sure you were comfy before she changed herself.

“i might be in trouble,” billie muttered, watching you from under her damp lashes.

“why?”

“because i don’t think i’m gonna let you leave my house today.”

you raised a brow. “oh no, what a tragedy.”

she stepped forward and kissed your cheek. “you’re a menace.”

you kissed her back, lips brushing her jaw. “you’re obsessed.”

she smiled, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you in.

“you have no idea.”

[woominooy]

constellations

tags: wonwoo x f!reader, established r/s, suggestive

wc: 932

minors dni!

he lay on his stomach across the shared bed, towel draped carelessly around his hips, hair still damp from the shower. the soft glow from the bedside lamp spilled across the angles of his back, casting warm shadows over skin—broad, strong, littered with stories.

you sat beside him, one knee drawn up, wearing an oversized shirt that clung to your thighs, your gaze soft but entirely focused.

“you have so many,” you murmured.

wonwoo turned his head slightly, eyes half-lidded. “hm?”

“moles,” you said, smiling. “like a map.”

“then read me,” he murmured, voice low. “follow every point.”

you leaned down and pressed your lips to the first—just below the sharp edge of his shoulder blade. a light kiss. a whisper of warmth.

then another.

lower.

slower.

your mouth moved like you were tracing constellations—slow, deliberate. but it wasn’t stars under your lips. it was him. hot. real. shivering.

wonwoo’s fingers curled into the sheets. “you…”

you kissed the one on his lower back—lingering, open-mouthed this time. your tongue barely brushed the spot before your lips sealed over it again, and he groaned, quiet and ruined.

“you’re teasing,” he said.

“i’m loving,” you whispered.

your hands roamed up his sides. goosebumps bloomed in their wake. you found a mole above his hipbone and kissed it—and wonwoo exhaled, shaky, like he hadn’t expected that.

and he shifted, his body betraying how much he was already reacting—hard against the sheets, panting now.

you grinned. slow. dangerous. reverent.

you climbed over him, lips brushing his shoulder, then up the line of his neck, following the scattered marks like stepping stones to a secret destination.

“do you know what i see when i kiss them?” you whispered near his ear.

wonwoo shivered. “what?”

“that you were made for me to learn by heart.”

and then you bit gently at the one just beneath his jaw, and he broke, flipping you both with a groan, pinning you beneath him in one breathless, fluid motion.

“you,” wonwoo growled, mouth crashing to yours now, desperate, wild.

“i was just admiring,” you whispered, laughter in your breath.

he kissed your throat. your collarbone.

wonwoo’s hand slid up your thigh.

“then let me return the favor,” he said, voice softer now. “i want every inch of you memorized.”

and you melted beneath it—beneath him.

you had always been composed. the careful, the brilliant, the untouchable. years of being watched. judged. expected to excel. expected to vanish.

but beneath the cotton, beneath the calm exterior and the practiced stillness—you were fire marked by skin and soul, and wonwoo knew it.

because you let him see.

he sat back slightly, hands brushing the hem of your shirt. he didn’t rush. his eyes searched yours, asking without words.

you nodded.

and wonwoo lifted it.

slowly.

his fingers dragged the fabric upward, grazing your stomach, your ribs, your arms—until the shirt slipped free, leaving you bare beneath his gaze.

the air felt different then. like something had shifted—like quiet had become tension.

you lay back against the pillows, breath shallow as wonwoo’s eyes swept over you—not with judgment, not with hunger alone, but with something heavier. a kind of need that looked an awful lot like awe.

“you kissed every one of mine,” he murmured. “now it’s my turn.”

he didn’t wait for permission this time.

his mouth found your throat, warm and deliberate.

then lower.

each kiss landed like a secret, slow and just a little too soft, just a little too purposeful. he moved with a confidence that didn’t rush—but didn’t hesitate either.

your pulse thudded under his lips. wonwoo lingered there.

“you try so hard to hide this part of you,” he said against your skin. “but it’s the part i crave most.”

he kissed down the center of your chest, again and again.

“this,” he whispered between kisses.

“where you’re quiet.”

“where you feel.”

“where you don’t have to perform for anyone.”

and then—

he kissed lower.

between your breasts.

the underside.

places no one else had ever dared reach with such reverence.

not rushed. not greedy.

like worship.

and then—

wonwoo slid down the bed.

kissed the line of your stomach. the curve of your waist.

then lower.

your thighs.

you gasped when his lips brushed the inside of your thigh, breath catching like your body knew what was coming—what he was taking his time to give.

he kissed you there—slow, open-mouthed, tongue sliding just enough to make your legs tremble.

but then he paused.

not because he was unsure.

because he could feel it—how tightly you were holding yourself together.

his hands didn’t move. his voice came low, just above your skin.

“you always go quiet right before someone gets too close,” wonwoo said. “like you’re waiting to disappear.”

your breath hitched.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. “you don’t have to earn this. you don’t have to hide for me to love you.”

he looked up at you from between your legs, eyes dark but soft—anchored.

“you’re safe,” he said. “with me, you’re safe.”

and then he kissed higher.

higher.

until your hands flew into his hair and your moans broke across the walls, your thighs trembling beneath his grip, your breath a series of desperate whimpers.

every piece of you you’d tried to guard—

wonwoo kissed them all.

and held them.

one by one.

when he finally slid back up your body and kissed your mouth again, you were soft beneath him.

no walls.

no practiced grace.

just you—bare and breathless.

“mine,” he whispered.

you nodded, breath catching.

“all of me,” you said. “you’ve always had it.”

[a-casxandra]

𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬?

Since i'm still in the process of writing the alternative ending of rafayel and caleb's story. i'm just gonna leave this here ahahaha

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : in every lifetime they loved mc, ans everytime she would always die, and just like the cycle they will get reborn to another world where they would meet mc once again... however this, is definitelty the first world that caught them off guard. A world where women dominates, while the male was expected to be gentle, submissive, housemaker.

- and yes in this au. the lads men knew and interact with eachother.

𝗭𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲

The scent of jasmine and old sandalwood was the first thing Zayne noticed. Then came the weight of fabric—smooth, luxurious, wrong. He sat up, instinctively brushing his long black hair back, only to pause. Long?

His fingers curled into the silk of his robe, trying to suppress the rising unease. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, scanned the intricately painted room. Everything screamed wealth and control—but not his.

Then the attendant spoke, gently but firmly: "Honored consort candidate, please refrain from touching your hair. It must be styled according to palace standards. The Empress prefers elegance.”

Zayne blinked once. Slowly. “The Empress?”

A week to prepare. Virginal check. Etiquette training. Embroidery.

He didn’t scream. He didn’t scowl. He merely turned his gaze toward the window and muttered dryly, "So now we're the prize livestock. Excellent."

Zayne could already hear Rafayel teasing, and Sylus laughing his smug ass off.

𝗥𝗮𝗳𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗹

Rafayel groaned and rolled over in bed, only to realize the sheets smelled like rose petals, and his hair—his hair—was being braided by someone humming a court song.

He bolted upright.

A mirror across the room showed him: long, perfectly waved purple locks, glowing skin, and a complexion that looked like he’d spent a decade inside a beauty salon.

“Oh no... oh no, not this again—”

The servant bowed. “Consort-candidate Rafayel, your embroidery practice begins shortly. Her Majesty enjoys elegant, clean needlework. Please do not delay your skincare ritual.”

“—Also, your virginity exam is in two days.”

His eye twitched.

“—Do I at least get different outfits?”

𝗫𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗲𝗿

Xavier opened his eyes to silence. He studied the ceiling first, its hand-painted dragons coiling in the clouds. Then the bed. Then his hair—no longer cropped, but brushed out to his mid-back. Silver and soft.

“Hm.”

An attendant entered, bowed low, and placed down a tray. “Master Xavier, please review the etiquette scrolls before your sewing class. Her Majesty favors calm, composed candidates.”

He looked down at the tray—tea, mooncakes, a single white flower.

He said nothing. Only whispered as the attendant left:

“So this is how the world shifts.”

He calmly sipped the tea, unmoved by the idea of virginity tests or delicate embroidery. The chaos didn’t bother him.

What bothered him was the silence that followed. The feeling that she was already slipping away again.

𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗯

The polished wood of the floor beneath his feet felt alien. Cold. Still, Caleb rose to his full height, robes cascading around his frame like water. His hair brushed his shoulders now. A servant opened the screens before him, bowing so low they nearly kissed the floor.

“My lord Caleb, please allow us to measure your waistline for the Empress’s inspection. A slim figure is favored, and breakfast has already been tailored to your nutritional plan—”

He didn’t respond. Not at first. Not until the servant left.

Then he stared at his reflection—at the carefully softened lines of his face, the paleness of his skin, the violet eyes that no longer looked like a colonel's.

“I couldn’t protect her then... now I’m not even allowed to try.”

But if the Empress was her... then he’d play their game. He’d sew, sing, smile—whatever it took to stay by her side.

Even if it killed him again.

𝗦𝘆𝗹𝘂𝘀

The palace was too quiet, too soft. Sylus ripped the silken robe from his shoulders the moment he saw it, throwing it aside like it burned him. He marched toward the door before the attendant blocked his path.

“My lord Sylus, you mustn’t expose your chest! It would be improper!”

“I’ve been stabbed in the gut, and that was more proper than this.”

He shoved his hair back with a scoff—his long, silver hair. He stopped, catching his reflection. Even he had to admit—he looked stunning.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

When told the Empress was choosing her concubines in a week, Sylus just laughed—loud and sharp.

“So she gets a sword and I get a spoon? Nah. If she’s the Empress this time…”

His grin widened.

“She better be ready to chase me.”

Mc as the empress, with lads men as her concubines. Again this was one of my drafts.

[lxzy-bxby]

Sitting in a Tree

~ ♡ ~

Caleb thought that it would get better over years. You two had your fair share of anniversaries already—yet he still drooled over you.

Just like this morning.

When you descended downstairs, you found your husband at his usual place—by the stove. Might sound reverse-sexist, but it was true nonetheless. Caleb said that if you ever do as much as lift your finger, he owes you a divorce.

Frankly speaking, having househusband is nice. Having househusband who fucks your guts until you drool all over the bed is even nicer.

Just like last night.

You two went at it around four times, and you suppose you passed out right after his cock slipped out of your worn-out cunt. Usually Caleb would carry you to shower and bathe you himself, or at least wipe your body all over with a towel and change your clothes with bedsheets—but he was exhausted, too.

Hence dried-off sticky cum between your things this morning. You threw stained sheets in the laundry basket, hoping Caleb won't notice—since 'it's his duty to keep the house'. That's what he said next day after your wedding.

You move forward to the room, pressing kisses to the temples of your twins, settled in their high chairs. They babble something like greeting, making Caleb turn towards you to see why are they chattering.

You swear you notice his eyes widening a little. As if you was wearing a thong with no bra—but you was wearing his shirt, long enough to cover your knees.

Which is ways sexier, in his eyes.

You cast a glance towards carrier on his bare chest with your eight month babygirl in it. Caleb swore he has zero gender preferences when it comes to kids made with you, but it was so comically obvious he was happy to be a girl dad more than anything.

Caleb blinks a few times, finally snapping out of it. He felt like going through puberty all over again.

And his puberty was torture. He was sure it was inappropriate to get a boner caused by your childhood bestfriend.

Thank God now his childhood bestfriend is his wife. He still gets a hard-on every time he sees her, though.

Feeling blood from his brain rushing to his cock, Caleb groans internally. Great. Just great. A semi at 8 AM. Exactly what he wanted.

Ignoring relentless twitching of his dick in his sweatpants, he clears his throat, feeling suddenly so wrong for getting rock-hard with his children present in the same room. "Good morning, honey! Breakfast gonna be ready in a minute. Bacon, eggs... Want me to make you coffee?"

You want him to let you breathe, honestly. And putting a shirt on wouldn't hurt—he probably had no idea, but his back was painted with lines your nails left on it the night before.

But you nod, because coffee honestly would be excellent thing to have right now. He immediately moves to coffeemaker, managing to coddle little one on his chest, check on the eggs and pour your coffee.

"One latte for pretty Mommy, incoming right up." He grins smugly, carrying cup of coffee to you carefully.

You huff out a quiet chuckle, taking an opportunity to peck your infant's head. She looks extremely adorable today—Caleb dressed her up in a colorful green onesie with little red apples, and there for a fact is nothing cuter than adorable babywear. Especially when the baby wearing it is adorable as well. And babies made with Caleb can't be anything but adorable.

Caleb chuckles, but you see the way his eyes darken slightly from the feeling of neglect—he always makes sure you have nothing to care about so you can give himself your all. Seeing you showing affection to someone else, as much as his own kids, made him feel both warm and pained.

"Is there a kiss for me as well, ba-by?" He hums, leaning in way too close, taking all of your personal space.

Ah, right. You stopped having any upon marrying him.

"Maybe. Think you earned it?" You tease, stroking his bottom lip.

Caleb's eyes glint as he murmurs the words practically against your ear. "What's your pricelist, wifey? How many orgasms per kiss? Ah, nevermind. How many should I give you for a makeout session? ...Oh, then again, forget it. Just gonna keep makin' you come unless I get a discount for life."

"Caleb!" You hiss, gently swapping his forearm.

"Mhm. Exactly what you're gonna keep screamin'."

With a glance at your kids, who are blissfully unaware of his dirty talk, you sigh with relief.

Then his huge palm cups you chin, turning your head towards him, and when you part your lips to say something, he just latches on to them.

Caleb is PDA ambassador, actually.

And yeah, for you your kids count for public, too.

His lips caress yours reverently yet hungrily, his kisses always bordering on something in-between. You sigh, cupping his face and just giving in.

"...Mama and Dada sittin' in a twee!" One of the twins squeaks, clapping his small hands.

Of course. Beware of toddlers.

You pull away first, chuckling, "Were they?.." You mutter under your breath to yourself.

Caleb grins like a Cheshire cat, walking over to the twins, letting his hands brush against your hip while he's at it. "Yeah? Then what, buddy? Oh, wait. You can't even spell 'kissing'. Tough luck."

Caleb ruffles both boys' hair, making them giggle. You clear your throat indifferently, sipping on your coffee.

"Other than that, you're right. First came love... then came marriage. Then came Mommy with... actually two baby carriages. And then came Mommy with a baby carriage, again." Caleb snorted, his eyes glistening with amusement.

"And then again?" Twin brother of your little tease in the making piped in, giggling and grinning so hard his gums started to show.

"Oh shoot." You mutter under your breath. Kids and their tongues.

Caleb raises an eyebrow. "Dunno, buddy. Probably she will. Most likely, she will."

He glances at you with a devilish sparkle in his eyes, and you curse internally. Two under two would be wild. People gonna start talking.

Caleb eyes you up and down, his eyes lingering on your curves and smooth skin of your legs, his throat bobbing with a swallow. "You wanna know what, champ? One hundred percent she will."

Twins squeal with delight as if they both were the only children who had zero siblings to play with.

And Caleb looks at you so smoldering as if it's your first wedding night.

After all, maybe skipping Plan B just this once wouldn't hurt.

~ ♡ ~

[velidewrites]

ACOTAR Character Sheets || Lucien Vanserra 🍂☀️

I’ve decided to redesign the way I draw Lucien! Lately I’ve been feeling like my art style is not as consistent as I’d like it to be, so this was great practice — and Lucien is an excellent model.

Stay tuned for Eris & the Bat Boys! Please do not repost.

🍂 See close-ups under the cut! 🍂

[studyinrain]

today was great! i’ve recently started practicing yoga in the mornings, and i’m loving it so much. other than yoga, i make sure to do physical activity during the day, and today it was walking.

after that, i spent the afternoon planning my upcoming academic year and the rest of my plan & goals for the remainder of this summer.

🌟 i’m using an excel sheet to track my performance in each course i’m studying. basically, it helps me determine which topics i’m confident with and which topics i’m struggling with, so i know what topics to study and work on everyday (start with the weakest topic).

[daily log]

–discrete math (sets): completed lesson videos

–sociology readings for class #2 pg. 1-2

[seungkw1]

sugar sweet in a million ways — lsm

💿 birthday - ten 🎶

♡ pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut, pwp [18+ mdni] ♡ wc: 2.9k ♡ warnings: sub!seokmin, (very)softdom!reader, but lowkey also switch!seokmin and switch!reader oops, unprotected piv sex (fr do not do this), mutual masturbation, fingers in mouth, cowgirl, breast/nipple play, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), creampie, size kink!!!, dk nose appreciation!!!, LOTS of whining sorry i wrote it what do u expect, seokmin is down BAD dude, excellent aftercare, fluff at the end | petnames (m. receiving - good boy, pretty) ♡ a/n: happy birthday @miniseokminnies!!!! figured my first dk fic should be dedicated to the world’s biggest cuties g hehe. hope u like and hope i did your mans justice, i did my very best <3

Seokmin is - and always has been - a sweetheart. The man who steals kisses then runs away giggling, who gets excited every time he gets to tell you about a dog he met that day, who buys you flowers for no reason other than to see you smile. He simply would walk to the ends of the earth and back for you. 

Seokmin is the epitome of the ideal lover - always treating you tenderly, checking in every step of the way to make sure he’s loving you exactly the way you want him to, prioritizing your pleasure above all else. And goddamn does he know to touch you in all the right places. His hand resting on the back of your neck as he draws you into a deep kiss, his soft lips kissing your breasts as he navigates your body with ease, his tongue dancing across your pussy as he savors your taste, his cock filling you to the brim - not just fucking you, but thoroughly loving every inch of you. He is everything you could ever want in a partner - and so much more. 

Seokmin loves you dearly - but three months into your relationship, you find out he’s been harboring a secret. Without a doubt, he absolutely adores showering you with affection, treating the bedroom as the altar upon which he worships you. But, beyond the confidence and gentle masculinity lies a man who wishes, sometimes, that the roles were reversed - a man who yearns for you to take control.

“Ready, love?”

Seokmin nods, the expression on his face already pathetic, and you haven’t even started yet.

You flash him a sweet smile from across the room. Seokmin sits on the bed, back resting against the headboard, legs outstretched over the sheets, wearing nothing but a pair of soft gray sweatpants. The outline of his cock stands out against the light fabric - with no underwear on either, his bulge is practically on full display. You can already see him getting hard. 

“What’s the rule again, baby? Tell me,” you instruct.

You see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, anxious but excited. 

“No touching myself until you say so,” he answers. It comes out barely more than a whisper. 

“Good boy.”

His cock twitches. You smirk, pleased with how easily you’re able to get a rise out of him.

You recline comfortably in your chair, still fully clothed. Your hands reach to your breasts, lightly squeezing them through your sweater. Seokmin takes a deep inhale, exhaling steadily in a futile attempt to mellow his accelerating heart rate. Reaching for the hem, you begin to lift your top, taking your sweet time as you peel the sweater from your torso. As you reach your chest, you tug the knit fabric up and over your bra, taking a moment to caress yourself once more through the cute lacy undergarment. He shifts slightly upon the mattress. Pulling the sweater over your head and off your body, you toss it aside, letting one hand slip downwards. You spread your thighs, letting your dainty skirt drape across your lap enough to showcase a great deal of skin, but still covering your core. 

“Should I keep going?” you ask, fiddling lightly with the skirt’s hem. 

“Please,” he begs immediately. 

You lift the skirt up, revealing your bare pussy.

“Oh,” he utters, his voice deepening. 

You grin, shifting so you can lift your legs, swinging your calves over the chair’s arms to give him the clearest view. You drag your fingertips up your cunt, collecting the arousal that has pooled there and bringing it up to your lips, leisurely licking it off. Seokmin’s cock has quickly grown in his pants, forming a sizable tent in his own lap.

Your hand drifts back to your clit, stroking it gently, evoking a low hum resonating from your lips. You close your eyes as your fingertips work the bud, caressing it delicately with a practiced hand. When you open your eyes again, Seokmin is squirming. Despite his attempts to remain still, his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his jaw clenched, the bedsheets crumpled in his palms as he grips onto them tightly.

“You like watching me, baby?” you coo at him.

“Mhmm,” he mumbles pitifully with a fervent nod. 

“I bet you want to touch yourself right now, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” his voice wavers. “Can I…”

“Not yet,” you decline. “But take those pants off for me, would you?”

He obeys, gripping the waist of the sweats and lifting it over his thick, fully-erect cock. He shimmies out of the pants and lets them plop onto the floor. You gaze at him longingly, mouth watering at the sight of him before you, fully nude and painfully hard, utterly losing his mind over you. This is agonizing for you both - you’d love nothing more than to leap out the chair and throw yourself at him, but you know the delayed gratification will be well worth the wait.

You let out a soft whine as you slip two fingers inside of your drenched, aching cunt, eager to be filled. Slowly you begin to fuck yourself, letting low hums of pleasure drift from your lips; it feels good, but you know this is nothing compared to how good Seokmin is going to feel inside you. Growing restless, you quicken your pace, squirming against the seat as excitement swells in your gut. Seokmin’s head falls back against the headboard, eyes glassy as he watches you. His white-knuckled grasp upon the sheets has only tightened, the fabric furrowed around his fists. His cock stands tall, its head bumping against his stomach as it pulses wantingly, desperate for relief. 

“Oh my god, I’m gonna die,” he groans, his chest rising high and falling deep with each labored breath. “Please let me touch myself.”

You nod, gazing at him through heavy eyelids. 

“Go ahead, baby.”

His hand flies to his cock, gripping it tightly in his fist. He lets out a sharp, loud moan.

“Oh fuckkkk.”

He begins to steadily stroke his length, fighting against the urge to jerk his cock at breakneck speed lest he cum all over himself in three seconds. As badly as he craves release, it needs to be in your mouth, in your pussy - anywhere, he doesn’t care, as long as it’s for you.

Slowly you retrieve your fingers from your cunt - any more, and you risk cumming far too soon. Swinging your legs to the floor you rise, sauntering over to Seokmin. He gazes up at you, hopelessly pathetic, hand rhythmically rising and falling as you approach. Leaning over him, you bring your fingers to his lips; eagerly he accepts, sweetness gracing his tongue as he savors your juices - a taste he can never get enough of. With an abrupt release he lets go of his cock, leaving it throbbing against the air, desperate for relief. You draw your fingers from his mouth and wrap them around his girth. He whimpers as you drag the mix of spit and juices up and down his length.

“Does it feel good, love?” you coo at him.

“So good,” he exhales breathily. 

“You know what I want?” you mutter softly, leaning in, your noses brushing as your lips hover in front of his. 

“What is it, baby?”

His breath is hot on your lips, his eyes gazing up at you from under thick dark lashes, ready to give you anything you desire. 

Slowly you climb onto the bed, swinging one leg over his lap, resting your knees against his outer thighs as you straddle him. You grip his cock in your palm, guiding it toward your core, running the head along your slit.

“Ohhh my god,” Seokmin whines as his cock throbs in your hand. “So wet…”

He reaches for your skirt, lifting the fabric up so he can see. Your pussy glistens as you grind against his cock, the stickiness of your arousal spreading over its length. You align his tip at your entrance, lowering yourself slowly, the head pressing against your hole for the briefest of moments - but your cunt is too eager. It slips inside you with ease, causing Seokmin to let out a pitiful moan as your walls swallow his cock. You rest your palms against his chest as you slowly accept more of his length, groaning softly as he bottoms out. You sit there for a few moments, letting yourself adjust to the stretch - because no matter how many times you’ve fucked him, his size never fails to overwhelm you.

Breathing heavily, your chest rises and falls right in front of Seokmin’s face. He gathers your skirt in his left hand, keeping it lifted as he slips his right hand around your waist, reaching up your back and undoing the clasp on your bra. He practically yanks the garment off your body, chucking it across the room before grasping onto your breast. He kneads the soft skin in his hand, giving your boob a few good squeezes before guiding it to his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicks across your nipple, licking it delicately, before suddenly latching on. Your head falls back, soft moans escaping your lips as he starts to suck on the bud. Reflexively your hips grind back and forth, and you begin to ride him.

“Oh my god, Seokmin…”

The sound of you moaning his name sends an electric shock through his body. His mouth glides to your other breast, sucking the nipple as your pussy wraps around his cock so deliciously. You begin to bounce faster, and faster - he releases your nipple, grabbing onto your hips and pushing your skirt up again to watch his cock disappear into your cunt. His thumb reaches for your clit, easily locating the sensitive bud, making you cry out at the gentle pressure - heat rising in your belly as your body begins to tense up. 

“Fuck that feels so good,” you whine as you sink onto Seokmin’s cock over and over again. “Make me cum, baby.” 

He increases the pressure upon your clit, making you moan his name again. You clutch onto his chest, fingernails digging into his tan skin as you ride him, tears running down your cheeks as his thick cock fills your pussy with each stroke. Finally, the sensations become wholly overwhelming - your orgasm takes over, pleasure pulsing through your body as you cum on his cock. He rubs your clit perfectly, just the way you like it, guiding you through your climax as your body shakes atop him. The high is incredible, and you savor every lasting moment of it. 

He slows as your body starts to relax, releasing the bud and wrapping his arms around you as you collapse onto him. You cling to his torso, burying your face in his neck as you catch your breath, deep sighs filling the room as you come back down to earth. Seokmin rubs your back softly, kissing your cheek lovingly as you lay there entangled with him. As you recover the ability to form coherent thoughts, you realize just how hard his cock is, throbbing against your walls as it rests inside of you. You sit up, smiling as you see your partner’s face - he gazes up at you, desperation off the fucking charts. As if drunk off your orgasm, you can’t help but let out a giggle, 

“You look so pretty like this,” you coo as you run your hand through his hair. He gulps, using all of his willpower to not just cum in you right this moment. He groans as you shift, slowly letting his length slip out of you. He looks down, the sight of your drenched pussy dripping onto his wet cock making his mouth water.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” you praise. “Where do you want to cum?” You stroke his jawline with your fingertips, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, but he shakes his head.

“Not yet,” he mutters.

“What? What do you m- whoa!” you yelp as he flips you over onto your back, rolling himself on top of you. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, but you start to giggle as he kisses your neck. His kisses trail down your body, across your breasts and over your stomach as he scoots down the bed. Finally, he reaches your core, his lips hovering above your still-pulsating clit. You nearly shriek as he grabs your thighs, shifting your hips as he lifts your legs up, knees just about meeting your chest as he practically folds you in half. He begins kissing your inner thigh, making his way down to your core - he sticks his tongue out, nearly licking your pussy, but instead he starts kissing your other thigh.

“Stop teasing me,” you laugh as he nips at the tender skin with his teeth. He grins, giving you a wink. 

“You got it, babe,” he replies, before burying his face in your cunt.

“Oh FUCK,” you cry out as he sticks his tongue into your hole, his nose rubbing against your clit deliciously.

“Tell me what you want, love,” he mumbles into your folds. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“Oh god, keep doing that,” you beg. “Feels so fucking good.”

Your body begins to wriggle beneath him, chest rising and falling as he fucks you with his tongue, hips grinding your clit further against his nose. You stroke his hair, running your fingers through the dark locks as he eats you out hungrily. You grip onto the sheets with your other hand, trying to still yourself, but to no avail. He knows exactly how to touch you to drive you fucking crazy.

“Want your fingers in me, please,” you whine breathily.

Seokmin looks up at you, brown eyes normally so soft and kind now overtaken with pure lust. His fingertips flutter through your folds, touching you gently, tracing circles around your clit before slipping two fingers inside you. You cry out as he pushes them deep into your pussy, curling his long fingers upwards to reach your g-spot with ease. Electricity jolts through your body as he latches his lips onto your clit, suckling on the bud as he fucks you. His tempo is slow at first, easing you toward another orgasm; but as you squirm against the bed he begins to quicken his pace. His fingers pulse in and out of your hole as his tongue dances skillfully across your clit, making you see stars as your eyes roll back into your head. You cum again, even harder this time, a powerful shockwave pulsing through your body as your cries of pleasure ring through the air. Seokmin’s name escapes your lips between the otherwise unintelligible babbling; he holds as still as possible, not letting himself grind his cock into the mattress - because he’s so fucking turned on right now that any amount of friction against his dick would make him cum all over the place. He yearns so badly for release, but he knows exactly what you both want.

Retrieving his fingers from your cunt, he crawls back up to you, his leaking cock pressing against your core. He brings his fingertips up to your lips; you eagerly put them in your mouth, tasting yourself as you suck your juices from his hand. He slips his cock inside you once more, your soaking pussy gratefully accepting his size. He slides his hands to your wrists, pinning your arms above your head as he starts fucking you. He doesn’t go slow this time, he can’t - it doesn’t even matter, because he’s already about to cum.

“Oh my god, baby, feels so good, so perfect…”

You wrap your arms around him, pulling his body into yours with a tight squeeze - and with that, he releases.

He moans loudly as he cums, his cock pulsating into you as hot ropes of cum spill against your walls. The overwhelming sensation of fullness makes you let out a string of whimpers into Seokmin’s ear. 

“Fuckkkk, baby,” he groans, his cock still releasing inside you. After every last drop of his cum fills your pussy, his body relaxes, squashing you against the bed. 

“Hey!” you squeal with a giggle as you sink into the mattress. “You’re squishing me!”

Seokmin raises his head, looking at you lovingly through heavy eyelids. 

“Sorry, love,” he tells you with a big cheesy grin. He lifts himself up, shifting his weight off of you, slowly retrieving his cock from inside you. As his length leaves you, you feel his cum spilling from your pussy. You sigh at the sudden emptiness, reaching up to grab his face, drawing him in for a kiss. 

“I love you,” he mutters softly into your lips. “So much.”

“I love you too,” you mutter back, before kissing him a dozen times more. 

Quickly but gently he gets you cleaned up, heeding great care to your comfort - but always with Seokmin, you could never be more comfortable. He smiles to himself as he watches you struggle to keep your eyes open; you always get so sleepy after sex, and he finds it incredibly endearing. Crawling back into the bed, he pulls the sheets over the both of you, tucking you in as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight. You giggle, snuggling yourself deep into Seokmin’s embrace. Neither of you had bothered with clothes; the warmth of his body radiates against your skin as he holds you - it should be too toasty, given that both of you are covered in a thin sheen of sweat, blood pumping and endorphins rushing. But, as everything always is with Seokmin - it's perfect. 

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[theshiniestgemstone]

gideon’s preaching and hears screaming from the back. it’s his daughter, mid-meltdown. he sighs and says, “that’s my kid.” the congregation laughs.

It was one of those rare, golden Wednesday mornings when everything felt like it was clicking into place.

The lighting was perfect. The room was packed, and the energy in the room buzzed with anticipation. Gideon stood tall in front of Prayer Room 314A, a little flushed from nerves, but calm. Steady. His voice strong and warm as he spoke.

He was preaching, and it was going so well. He'd finally found his footing and confidence.

You were in one of the middle rows with your daughter in your lap, gently rocking her from side to side. She was squirmy. Only two years old and already inheriting every ounce of her daddy’s fire. Her curls were wild and damp with sweat from fidgeting against your chest, her little hands full of a mangled bulletin and a sticker sheet that had long lost its stick.

From the very back of the sanctuary, Jesse and Eli sat side by side, watching with two completely different kinds of pride. Jesse in his usual bouncing-legged, “that’s my boy!” way, while Eli simply watched with the smallest smile and both hands folded neatly in his lap. He hadn’t said much before the service, just placed a hand on Gideon’s shoulder in that heavy, grounding way he always did when he was proud.

And Gideon?

He was killing it.

“Faith isn’t about the parts of the road we can see,” he said, voice building in quiet conviction, “it’s about trusting the path even when it’s hidden. Even when the light don’t reach all the way down.”

You smiled softly, heart tugging as you watched him. He was glowing. There was no other word for it. Confident. At home. Alive in the moment.

And that’s when it happened.

“Daddy!”

The scream echoed like thunder across the room. Gideon flinched slightly, blinking mid-sentence.

The congregation stirred. Some chuckling, some shifting and twisting around to see the source.

You were already halfway to standing, cradling your wriggling, red-faced daughter who had finally had enough of staying still and decided to make her feelings very known. Tears welled in her eyes, tiny legs kicking as she reached toward the front like he was the only lifeline in the world.

“Daaaaaddy!”

Gideon sighed, a soft chuckle behind the sound as he tucked his hands into his pockets. He looked out over the room, then toward the back where Jesse had visibly lost composure and was openly laughing, elbowing Eli like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“That’s my kid,” Gideon said, smiling crookedly. "Sorry, everyone."

The room erupted with laughter.

He held up one hand and gave a sheepish little shrug. “Sorry, folks. She’s got… excellent timing.”

The laughter softened into warm chuckles and a few affectionate “aawww”s. Someone near the front even said, “She just wants to hear more!”

You were trying to soothe her, bouncing gently, whispering reassurances into her curls, but she was full meltdown now, only one person in the world would fix this.

Gideon caught your eye, gave a little nod, and waved. "I think my wife's takin' her out."

“Sorry, everyone,” you muttered, more to yourself than the crowd, as you tried to keep her wriggling body upright without knocking her tiny skull into the edge of the pew. You started to turn, already calculating the quickest route to the side door without making eye contact with anyone. Laughter rippled through the sanctuary again. A few knowing nods, a couple of whispered “God bless her”s.

But before you could get more than a step down the aisle, Gideon was already coming toward you. He walked straight down the center of the sanctuary like it was nothing, like it wasn’t mid-sermon, like he didn’t have half the town staring at him.

Your daughter’s cries hiccuped the second she spotted him.

“Daddy!” she sobbed again, reaching out.

“I got her,” he said, voice soft and sure as he took her from your arms with practiced ease. “Hey, sweetheart. You okay now?”

She sniffled and clung to his shirt, instantly soothed by the familiar scent of his cologne and the warmth of his embrace. You exhaled like you’d been holding your breath for ten years, stepping back and brushing your hair behind your ears. “She’s all yours, preacher man.”

He gave you a crooked grin. “Ain’t she always?”

Gideon adjusted her on his hip with one arm and reached into the inside pocket of his blazer like a magician preparing to pull off a trick.

You blinked. “Gideon, please tell me you didn’t-”

“Course I did,” he said, already holding up a cherry sucker in shiny red cellophane like it was the Holy Grail. “You think this is my first rodeo?”

The congregation chuckled again, watching him pop the candy open and hand it over with a wink. She grabbed it immediately, all drama forgotten, and sucked on it with the kind of focus you wished she gave anything else in life. He set her down, steadying her as she clung to his leg.

Gideon turned back toward the pulpit and gave your arm a gentle squeeze on the way by. “Thank you, baby.”

You mouthed, good luck, as he returned to the stage, now with one small, soothed barnacle trailing behind him, sucker firmly in mouth.

With a casual confidence only someone born on a church stage could manage, he pulled a spare chair from the wings and sat it just behind him, a little off to the side. He helped her climb up into it, adjusted the hem of her dress so she didn’t trip, and whispered something in her ear that made her nod solemnly.

Then he turned, stepped up to the center, and smiled like nothing had happened.

“She said she promises not to yell again. Well, long as I don’t talk too much,” he joked, making the crowd laugh again.

Jesse nearly fell out of the back pew.

Your daughter swung her legs and quietly enjoyed her candy like a tiny VIP guest while her dad finished his sermon, and somehow, miraculously, she didn’t make another peep. Just sat there, legs swinging, head tilted as she watched him with round, reverent eyes.

Like maybe he was magic, after all.

The final “Amen” echoed, and the crowd stood clapping and murmuring their way toward the doors. Gideon didn’t even have to gesture. She slid off the chair, sticky hands outstretched and he swept her right back into his arms.

“You did so good, baby girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She beamed, mouth red from the sucker. “You did so good, Daddy!”

You were already walking toward them with her diaper bag, your expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. “She’s gonna want to do this every week now.”

Gideon gave you that lazy, crooked grin. “She can. She’s better than half the youth group.”

“Preacher’s kid,” Jesse said, walking past and clapping Gideon on the back. “Sucker in one hand, the Word in the other. Daddy's gonna eat this up.”

And sure enough, Eli was already on his way over with a rare softness in his eyes and his arms open for his great-granddaughter. She reached for him happily, and Gideon passed her over before turning to you and letting out a long, exhausted breath.

“Okay,” he said, eyes still on you. “Now I need a sucker.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “You get a kiss instead.”

He grinned like a fool the whole rest of the morning.

[colebabey888]

Study Tips | THE IT GIRL DIARIES

As the academic year begins to wrap up, things can get stressful with extra workload and faster lessons. I've definitely been a victim of this but unfortunately, I can't afford to slack off if I want that degree, so I began implementing a few tips and tricks into my study method that has helped me a lot.

Summarize and Recite Notes

If you’re good at remembering things like speech notes, try “paragraph summarizing” Those who did orals in pre school, high-school and were good at it, will know exactly what I'm talking about. I take a week’s material and shrink it down to a few key paragraphs with main ideas and keywords. Then, read these notes out loud as if you’re practicing for a presentation. This helps me remember faster. On occasion I make q-cards for harder or more learning material but very rarely.

Use AI !

When I come across hard words or ideas, I use AI tools like ChatGPT or Google. Copy your tricky material, paste it into the tool, and ask it to “explain like I’m five” AI turns it into simple, easy language, making it much easier to understand and remember. This can be so helpful when it comes to work that requires having a good understanding of the topic to actually excel in it. Think of AI as your study buddy that already knows everything. For those who struggle to speak up in class or ask for help, AI is the solution. You can ask the dumbest questions ever and not be judged lmao. Progressive learning 101.

My 3 Step Muscle Memorization

Step 1 : Type out a summary of your notes on your laptop or computer, whatever digital device you choose, I prefer a laptop.

Step 2 : Copy and rewrite them by hand on paper

Step 3 : With a blank sheet alongside you, rewrite your summaries onto it without looking at it, so you'll read off your summaries on your previous page but with your other hand, rewrite it on the blank page. I call it "scribble memorizing" Repeat this until you can do it without looking at your summaries. I do this to basically practice muscle memory so my hand knows what to write without me having to think about it first.

mwah! xoxo, colebabey8.88

[stillmonsterz]

my summer girl

pairing: jay x reader

genre: smut, fluff

summary: it's 1975, jay is about to enter his last year of university, and he's still a virgin. however, he plans to change that this summer when he goes abroad to france. the only problem is finding someone good enough to be his first.

warnings: unprotected sex, swearing, voyeurism, dubcon

word count: 7.2k

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It was the summer of 1975, and Jay was going to lose his virginity. He knew that he was a late-bloomer; 21 years old, three years of university under his belt, and he hadn’t so much as seen a woman in her undergarments. But contrary to the teasing remarks of his friends, it was his decision. Jay wanted it to be a perfect experience, something out of the fanciful, romantic novels he regularly read in his spare time, or like a movie. He wanted his first time to be complete with red roses on white sheets, aromatic oils dripping from their bodies, and swelling music that led to a sensuous, thrilling crescendo. Jay occupied the time not spent on work, school, and his various hobbies with these grandiose fantasies. While his friends cavorted with the women from their established university, Jay bided his time. 

Then he got the best news of his life. As he packed away his clothes for summer vacation, one of his classmates who worked in the school office knocked on his door.

“Jay,” she said, “your mother called.”

Jay brightened; he liked to hear from his parents, and he was fully prepared to brag about both his grades and his prowess on the rugby field. The words that came out of his mother’s mouth, however, dashed away all thoughts of grandstanding.

“Honey,” his mother said as he clutched the phone. “We’re coming to get you shortly.”

“Today? I already booked a flight to visit you guys in a few days,” he replied. “I was just packing up.”

“Well, we’ve had a slight change of plans. We’ve decided to fly to France for a month this summer!”

Jay nearly dropped the phone, but he tried to feign nonchalance. “France? That’ll be a great opportunity to practice my French with the locals…”

His mother cooed, “Oh, aren’t you so practical? We’ll be staying at this gorgeous chateau in a town called Gordes, I’m sure you’ll love it…”

She kept speaking, but Jay was too busy imagining his summer. He wouldn’t just lose his virginity in France, he would be able to  have madcap adventures with a gorgeous woman. A wild summer fling charged with youthful exuberance and set in such a romantic country…it was beyond his expectations.

When he got off of the phone, Jay was practically vibrating with excitement. He rushed to his friends’ dorm room- Heeseung and Jake’s room. His own roommate, Sunghoon, was nowhere to be seen. Probably trying to convince his on-again off-again girlfriend that they should take a break so he could “sort himself out.”

Jay burst inside of the room. “Guys,” he said, opening the door with gusto, “I have some excellent news.”

Heeseung and Jake had been sitting cross-legged on the floor and playing a game of Crazy Eights, a game that they didn’t halt despite Jay’s intrusion. “Are you finally going to get laid?” Jake asked blithely, setting down a five of spades.

“Yes, actually,” Jay said, leaning against the doorframe.

Heeseung and Jake looked at each other, then at Jay. 

“Really?” Heeseung asked suspiciously, while Jake asked, “You’re not going to visit a whorehouse, are you?”

“Yes,” Jay said, pointing at Heeseung. He shifted his finger over to Jake. “And no to that.”

Heeseung chanced a smile. “You’re seriously going to do it?”

“Yes,” Jay said, crossing his arms. “My family and I are going to France for the holidays. I’m going to meet a beautiful woman, and she will be my summer girl.”

Heeseung rested his hands on his jeans, a smirk on his face. “Your what?” 

“My summer girl,” Jay explained, gesticulating madly. The scenes played out in front of his very eyes like a Technicolour romance. “We’ll meet at the chateau, we’ll play tennis together, hold hands, and then I’ll fuck the everliving daylights out of her every single day. Then- stop laughing at me- then I’ll leave her behind, because she’s my summer girl.”

Jay heard footsteps behind him- it was Sunghoon, trotting down towards the room with an annoyed expression on his face. “Hey guys,” he said, walking past Jay and sitting on Heeseung’s bed.

Jake turned to Sunghoon, who was swigging on a bottle of coke. “Sunghoon,” Jake said with feigned innocence, “our friend Jay here is going to find a ‘summer girl’ and ‘fuck the everliving daylights out of her.” Sunghoon choked on his soda as he doubled over in laughter. Jay clenched his hands into fists as his friends teased him. That’s fine, Jay thought, It is not by muscle, speed, or physical dexterity that great things are achieved, but by reflection, force of character, and judgment. And he had force of character in spades. While they dabbled with whores and sluts, he would find a quality, stunning woman to be his summer girl. 

–

As it turns out, not only were there no quality, stunning women milling about the chateau, there weren’t even any whores and sluts. Jay had walked all around the premises of the area in abject horror. The chateau stood by itself, nestled into a forested area with no neighbors for miles. Jay could. The nearest town was a 40 minute drive away, and not only was Jay an unconfident driver, but the town was so small he figured that any single woman was probably single for a reason. He tried to keep up his spirits so that his parents wouldn’t realize that he was disappointed- or worse, attempt to figure out why he was so disappointed. As he trudged through the opulent, spacious chateau, however, he felt a heaviness in his heart and a stiffness in his cock. There was a codgy butler milling around, a cook in the kitchen, and apparently there was a maid. Presumably, they were all related.

Jay slumped onto his bed and sighed. His room was rustic, with dark-stained floors, white-washed walls, and hand-carved wooden furniture. There was a small bookshelf in his room replete with both French and English books, so at least he would come away this summer with a decent grasp of French grammar. Jay groaned again, closing his eyes. He wished that the soft light filtering through the gauzy curtains beside his bed  would turn to raucous thunder and gloomy skies, or at the very least a drizzle of rain to complement his mood.

He heard a knock on the door and sighed. “Who is it?”

“Ah, housekeeping,” the voice said quietly. Jay’s ears perked up; that voice sounded decidedly feminine. Then he came back to reality; maids were generally married women who would have little interest in sleeping with the son of the master of the home. When Jay didn’t respond, the woman continued, saying, “Mrs. Park asked to have some tea delivered to your door, in case the flight unsettled your stomach.”

He wished that it was the flight causing him this internal anguish. “Please,” he said, closing his eyes and crossing his arms behind his head, “bring it in.”

The door opened quietly, and Jay could hear the rattle of the tea tray as it was carried into the room and set on his nightstand. His nose picked up on something, a floral fragrance that wafted in a pleasant cloud. 

He opened his eyes, and then he saw you.

You were wearing a dark blue maid uniform with a stained white apron, but you kept yourself well. You were groomed well, your nails were clipped short and polished, and your face was bright and sweet. And that perfume…Jay wondered how much you had had to save up to purchase it, or if it had been a gift. Maybe a boyfriend had gifted it to you.

“Did you need something else?” Your voice was so kind, and you looked at him so expectantly.

“No,” Jay whispered softly, “nothing at all.”

You nodded and pointed to a small piece of cloth hanging out of the wall above his desk. In his despondent mood, Jay hadn’t noticed it. “If you need me, you can pull that and it’ll alert me. It’s a bit old-fashioned, but this is an older house…”

Jay smiled. “Any time?”

“When you need something, sir,” you replied, smoothing your apron down. 

Jay cleared his throat. “Of course.” He poured himself a cup of tea, dropping two lumps of sugar inside and mixing it languidly. As he sipped his tea, he noticed that you were still lingering nearby. His smirk was hidden by his teacup as he looked you up and down. You must want him already. “Ah…you’re still here, Miss…?”

You told him your name, then said, “I have to be dismissed.”

Jay’s face reddened. “Right. Yes, right, of course. You’re dismissed.” You bid him goodbye and left him with the tea tray. As Jay sipped his tea, his feet crossed at the ankle, his vision for the summer shifted. Instead of wild encounters in haylofts and dirty, wet hot sex in valleys and behind churches, Jay now envisioned himself ravaging you in that little maid outfit of yours. Yes, he thought as his hand slowly crept to his crotch, this was perfect. 

He had found his summer girl.

–

Jay was able to quickly ascertain the problem with his plan- you were his maid. And you had to work. While he lounged outside, sunbathing shirtless, you were inside polishing the silver. He would eat lavish dinners, and you were the one who set the table, brought the food, and stood by on hand and foot. While he enjoyed being able to ogle you at his leisure, he started to feel like a brat. What could he do to prove to you that he wasn’t just a spoiled child? 

When he would stew over this, he would feel indignant. Why did he care about what the wait staff thought of him? He was Jay Park, and you should be so glad that he wasn’t ordering you to hand-wash his boxers. In fact, what was stopping him from just ravishing you the second you walked inside of his room? He was a rugby player, and rich, and he could get away with it. Just as quickly as those thoughts would enter his head, however, they would be cast out. For starters, it wouldn’t be right. Moreover, it wouldn’t have been earned. He had spent years building up to the loss of his virginity, and he didn’t want it to be with a woman struggling to get away from him. He wanted to seduce her, pliant in his arms as he made passionate love to her on his bed, or on a beach, or maybe on the balcony, or by a river…

Generally, these mental deliberations always ended with him squirting lotion onto his hands and soothing his angry cock the best way he knew how. They were always fuelled by the image of you puttering around the chateau. 

You had this way about you that Jay found intoxicating. He would always pretend to read, but he would take peeks at you as you cleaned up. Something about your movements, your manner of speech were all so sensual. The care with which you take care of the house, the knitting of your eyebrows as you scrubbed at a particular spot, the precision you utilized when tidying his room, it all appealed to his more epicurean sensibilities. And, of course, that scent…whenever you left the room, he would stand where you had been and he would deeply inhale its heady aroma. 

After a week of this, Jay had come up with a paltry idea. He tugged on the piece of cloth, and within three minutes you arrived at the door. As usual, your expression was bright. “Hello, sir,” you said politely. 

“Hi,” he said with a tenderness that would have earned him Jake’s derision. “I would like you to bring me some Earl Grey tea. And bring two teacups.”

You gave him a quizzical look, but you said, “Yes, sir,” and bustled out of the room anyway. 

When you left, Jay picked up his small pocket mirror and checked his hair. He unbuttoned one of his buttons on his loose shirt, fluffed out the collar, and parted the curtains so that the light would settle on his face better. He laid on his bed with a practiced relaxation, waiting for you to return. 

You came back with a tea try equipped with two cups. Setting it on the nightstand, you smiled. “Enjoy, sir…”

“No, no, you’ll join me,” Jay replied. The way your eyes widened was so cute, Jay just wanted to kiss you.

“Oh…I don’t know if I can do that, I’ve got to polish the silver…”

“I’ll come down and vouch for you,” Jay said, holding one of the cups to her. “Please? I haven’t been able to talk to anyone near my age in a week. I’m going mad.”

You laughed and warily accepted the cup, which you then set down to pour his own tea. 

Jay rested a hand on yours and shook his head. “Please, allow me. Come on, sit on the bed.”

You did as he said, leaving a fair bit of space between the two of you. He carefully poured the tea for both of you, willing his hand to stay steady. “How do you take your tea?”

“Just like this,” you said. 

“Really? No sugars, no milk, no cream?”

You shook your head, and Jay sighed. “Have you ever tried it with sugar?”

Once again, you shook your head, sipping your tea. “No point in wasting sugar like that.”

Jay gently took your cup and dropped a lump of sugar into your tea, mixing it. “Try it like this.”

You wrapped both of your hands around the cup and took a slow sip. He loved the way you drank. “It’s good like this,” you said. “Very good.”

“Isn’t it?” Jay looked at you closely, and he knew that the warmth bursting inside of his chest wasn’t good for his plan. You were his summer girl, and affection would only ruin that. Jay drank his tea, trying not to stare at you. He decided that engaging you in a conversation might help; reminding himself of the class difference between you two would stave off the feelings blossoming within him. “So…what do you like to do?”

“What do I like to do?” You drummed your fingers on the cup as you thought. “Well…I like to go for walks. The area is simply gorgeous, so I go for walks when I’m not working. I like to sketch, too.”

“You sketch?” Jay swallowed his tea in one painful gulp. “What do you like to draw?”

“Oh…everything, I guess. The things I see. I like to draw flowers, trees. Sometimes people.”

“Would you draw me?” Jay blurted out, setting his tea cup on the tray.

“I couldn’t do that,” you said with a slight laugh. “Imagine how embarrassed I would feel if I made you look bad.”

“I’m sure you couldn’t do that,” he said, leaning against the headboard. “You’re so careful with everything you do. I bet your drawings are lovely.”

“You’re just flattering me, sir.”

“No, no, not at all,” Jay said with a laugh. 

“Or you’re trying to get a free portrait out of me.”

Jay shrugged. “Can you blame me?”

“Yes, I can. Someone like you could afford to fly Elisabeth Chaplin here and have her paint a portrait of you,” you retorted. Then you stiffened; Jay figured that you weren’t used to speaking so casually.

He kept his voice light. “What are you saying then, that I should pay you?”

“How much would you pay for a portrait I did of you?”

“For you-,” he began, but just then, you heard a bell chime in a different room. The veneer of nicety came over you, and you quietly put your tea cup on the tray and lifted it. 

“Thank you for the tea-time, sir,” you said politely. “Have a lovely day.”

“Yeah,” Jay said, dejected. “You too.”

–

After that, he pulled on the cloth and asked for tea three more times. Three more times he had shared conversations of varying length with you, and something dreadful had happened to Jay. Instead of waves of raw, primal lust overtaking him and pushing him to take you on the sheets, Jay felt warm when he spoke to you. 

You told him about your ambitions, about how you had become a maid, your favourite records, your favourite books, how you would walk down the dusty road winding into town and meet your friend halfway. Then you would watch movies with her. You liked movies that were thrilling, a contrast to your own life. Every time you laughed, your eyes shifted, every time your fingers wrapped around the small teaspoon as you swirled a lump of sugar into your tea, Jay felt like the sun was rising within him. 

He watched you as you cleaned up. When you would go outside to tidy up the tennis courts after your parents would play a game, he would watch you, sometimes with one hand shoved inside of his pants. 

Jay knew that his fantasy of using you as nothing more than a warm body and bragging rights was fading away quickly. He had to refocus his efforts…but how? As he paced around his room one night, he got an idea. A damned good one, if you asked him. 

He knew that you got off work at 6 pm, so at 5:59 pm he tugged on the cloth. The scene was set; his bedsheets had been rumpled to mimic a post-coital aftermath, his shirt was sensually unbuttoned, and he had dabbed cologne behind his ears and on his wrists. The record player in the corner was playing a crooning Serge Gainsbourg song. The piece-de-resistance was the bottle of pinot noir that Jay had filched from his parents’ room while they were taking a stroll in the forest, along with two fine-stemmed wine-glasses.

As he heard your footsteps approaching his room, he adjusted his position so that he was lying on his back, one hand draped over his stomach, the other hanging over the edge of the bed. 

“Mr. Park?” you asked softly, rapping on his door.“Come in,” Jay said in a low, husky voice.

“What was that?”

“I said, ‘Come in,’” Jay said normally. You stepped inside, closing the door behind you, and Jay smirked at you. You had no clue what he had prepared for you. As usual, you were wearing your maid outfit, and your hands were clasped in front of your apron. Even from here, he could smell your sweet, floral scent; it was almost an aphrodisiac to Jay.

 “Come sit.”

You sat at the end of the bed so that his feet were pointed towards you. He shifted his position so that he was sitting up slightly. He leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed the bottle of wine.

“Do you like wine?” Jay asked, uncorking the bottle.

You nodded. “I do. I don’t drink it often, though.”

Jay poured you a glass of wine, making sure not to spill a drop. “This is a nice Domaine de Montille Les Pezerolles, from Pommard.”

“Oh, really?” You swirled the wine around in the glass, and he was pleased to see that you held the wineglass’ stem at the bottom. “It sounds good.”

“Yes,” he said, pouring himself a glass. He took a slow sniff of the wine before taking a sip. “This is from 1969, so it hasn’t completely thinned. In fact, it has a full body- you smell that?”

Before you could speak, Jay continued. “It was a dry summer when they harvested these grapes in Pommard in a premier cru- do you know what a premier cru is? It’s a vineyard where high-quality grapes are harvested. Of course, these aren’t the creme de la creme. The best grapes are harvested in what are called grand crus. Do you know Romanee-Conti?”

You paused, then said, “Ah…that’s a very expensive wine, yes?”

“It’s a type of wine,” Jay said, taking another sip of his wine. “I take it you’ve never had any?”

“Well…no.”

Jay pointed his pinky at you while he held onto his wineglass. “I’ll have to get you some someday. I’ve had a glass once, I believe it was a 1956 La Tache, and you can simply taste the caliber of the grapes. The tannins weren’t strong, more on the silkier side…”

You tilted your head. “What are tannins?”

Jay’s face brightened.Somehow, without knowing it, Jay had spent two hours explaining what tannins were, how wine was harvested, the ideal temperature to enjoy wine, and how he would pair the wine they were currently drinking with a meal. After 8 o’clock had approached, you had quietly excused yourself, bidding him goodnight. Jay had waved goodbye gaily, until he looked down at his empty wine glass and realized belatedly that he had squandered his opportunity to fuck you. 

Jay sighed and poured himself another glass of wine, sitting on his bed and closing his eyes. He was running out of ideas, and the third week of vacation was steadily approaching. If he went back to school without knowing what you felt like, what you tasted like, Jay thought he might die.

His dreams that night centered around you lying on his bed, naked save for a black pair of pantyhose. Jay was pouring that wine all over your body and sucking it off of your breasts, licking the sweetness from your stomach like a madman. He poured wine into your mouth, and you kissed him back so that he could drink from you. When Jay woke up, the taste of pinot noir was heavy on his tongue.

–

The next day, after breakfast, Jay knocked on the door of his parents’ room in the chateau. His father opened the door, smiling at him. 

“Hey, kid,” Mr. Park said, affectionately ruffling his hair. His father was wearing the same set of pajamas that Jay wore

“Dad,” Jay said quietly, “I need to speak with you.”

His father’s eyes narrowed in confusion; Jay’s expression was earnest and his tone was pleading. “Sure.”

Once they were safely inside of Jay’s room, Jay sat on his bed. His father joined him. 

“Dad…” Jay hesitated, unsure of how to word his question. Finally, he said it as plainly as he could: “How did you win Mom over? I mean…how did you approach her?”

Mr. Park’s eyes twinkled. “Has someone caught your eye?”

Jay tried to ward off his father, who was nudging him in the ribs with his elbows. “Not-not quite, Dad. Just…for the future, you know? For the future.”

Mr. Park laughed. “Sure, son.” He looked up at the ceiling as he thought, and Jay looked directly at his father. “Well, it wasn’t easy. I had to chase your mother. She was popular, beautiful, and smart, so it wasn’t an easy task. But she said that what she enjoyed was when I would send her flowers.”

“Flowers?”

His father shrugged. “She said it was such a classic gesture, it made her feel like I was more of a traditional man. Not someone who would just toy with her emotions then cast her aside like so much filth.”

“Flowers,” Jay repeated, his eyes darting around. Of course. Flowers.

“I was also honest about my intentions,” Mr. Park continued. “I knew that she was desirable, so I didn’t want to waste time. I told her how I felt and showed her my cards. That might not work for every woman, but your mother and I thought- think- similarly. And that’s what you want to find, Jay. Not someone who mirrors you, but someone who thinks just similarly enough to you that you’ll hardly argue, and differently enough that your arguments will be interesting.”

Jay smiled at his father’s joke, but he quickly became lost in thought. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “I’ve got a lot to consider.”

Mr. Park ruffled his son’s hair again. “Glad I could help, sport. I hope things go well with this girl.”

Jay smiled at his father affectionately. “Yeah, me t-,” Jay’s face blanched. “I mean, there is no girl.”

His father laughed as he left the room, and Jay sighed. At least now a plan was forming, something concrete. 

– 

Jay spent his entire afternoon wandering through the forest bordering the chateau searching for flowers. He brought his thick canvas bag with him, as well as a pair of shears. Every time he saw a gorgeous flower, he snipped it carefully and placed it into the bag. Violets, white flax, buttercups, sheaths of elderberry, red and purple poppies. Jay had to work fast; he wouldn’t forgive himself if the flowers even slightly wilted before you could enjoy them. As the sun set, Jay’s fingers were caked in dirt, sweat coated his brow, but his bag was filled with various, fragrant flowers. To his delight, he realized that their scent was similar to yours, and he walked towards the grounds of the chateau with his nose buried in a handful of flowers. 

You lived in the servants’ quarters, which was a smaller house located on the edge of the premises. It was past six o’clock, so you would surely be there now, washing up. Maybe you had already changed into something comfortable. Jay darted inside of his bathroom, cleaning all of the dirt off of his nails and changing into a loose shirt and linen pants. He slicked his hair back and applied cologne. Using a light blue ribbon from a package of artisanal biscuits, he tied the flowers together into a rough bouquet. Jay arranged the flowers carefully, placing the violets at the front and tucking the elderberry flowers as accents.

Jay swallowed thickly and walked over to the servants’ quarters. He knocked on the door, and as he waited for someone to come to the door he reminded himself that he was Jay Park, the son of James Park, someone to be revered, someone to be respected. 

To his delight, you answered the door. You were wearing a long nightgown, and your smile was so soft and dreamy Jay could have melted. 

“Hello, sir,” you said, leaning your head against the doorframe. “To what do I owe this honour?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly. Then he thrusted the flowers towards you. “Here. For you.”

You beamed at him, and Jay knew he would have spent a month traversing that forest if it would make you smile like that again. “Thank you.” You received the bouquet, touching the flowers delicately. You closed your eyes and took in their scent.

Jay lingered outside of your door. He felt like he was being split into pieces. He wanted to caress your hair and kiss your cheek; he wanted to barge into your house, toss you on your bed, and take what he wanted from you; he wanted to run away until he was a better man, a stronger man; he wanted to be one of the flowers you were stroking, the perfume you inhaled. 

You looked up at him. “The butler and the cook won’t be back until 8,” you said quietly. “They’re still at the chateau.”

Jay’s breath caught inside of his throat. “Is that so?” 

“Yes, sir. So if you liked, we could go inside and talk?”

Jay’s eyes glowed. “Yes, yes, of course.”

You led him inside of the small home; there was one large room that constituted the kitchen, living room, and dining room, a bathroom, and three bedrooms that were hardly more than a cot and a dresser. Yours had drawings stuck on the wall, a threadbare blanket covering the bed, and a dresser that was covered in your makeup, hairbrush, and other toiletries. Jay sat on your bed and frowned as he looked around his room. 

“What is it?” you asked, setting the bouquet on the dresser. “Not to your liking?”

“That’s not it,” Jay said, his eyes fixed on your drawings. “It’s just that you deserve something better.”

You smiled at him. “Do I? Why?”

“Why? What do you mean, why? You’re…you’re too good for this,” Jay said, gesturing wildly. 

“So where should I be?”

So many words sprung to his mind that they clogged in his throat. You should be in my bed, in my college, in that chateau, on a beach being ravaged next to the ocean, lying in a flower field, anything except being a maid. Instead, Jay looked down at his hands.

“I’ll just get a vase for this,” you said, gesturing at the bouquet. Jay nodded, and as you left he gripped his thighs and sighed. He could hear his heartbeat thumping madly, and the fact that he was in your room wasn’t making things any better. Your scent was everywhere, lingered on everything, and it set his heart ablaze. 

With a furtive glance at the door, he leaned down to your pillow and inhaled deeply. Jay moaned slightly; he wished that you would stay away for a little longer, so that he could pleasure himself in a cocoon of your fragrance. He’d leave traces of himself everywhere, in your clothes, in that maid outfit, in your underwear. Jay was considering pawing around in your drawers to find your panties when you came back with a chipped vase. You set it on your dresser and tucked the flowers inside of it carefully, not disrupting the arrangement that Jay had made. For some reason, the way that your fingers deftly placed the flowers in the vase made him shiver from arousal. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore. Three weeks now, three weeks of smelling you and seeing you and learning about you without so much as a touch. Once you stepped away from the glass vase, Jay came up behind you and grabbed your shoulders, pinning you to the bed. You seemed more curious than anything else, your arms splayed at your sides.

“I want you,” Jay whispered. “I want you so...ardently, it hurts.” With trembling fingers, he shoved your nightgown all the way up to your waist. Now, he could glimpse your panties- white, of course you wore white panties. It was like you had been designed to ruin his summer. 

Jay didn’t bother taking his pants off all the way, instead only tugging them along with his underwear down slightly. His cock was hot and already leaking precum as he looked down at you, at your gorgeous pussy that was covered in a fine mat of downy hair. You stared up at him, seemingly daring him to make his next move.

Jay spit onto his hand and coated his cock in a mixture of saliva and precum. His entire body screamed for him to enter you, ruin you, to fulfill millenia of biological hardwiring. Jay trembled in anticipation as he finally pushed himself inside of you. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. You were so warm, inviting, and silky, like you had been made for him. The small gasp you had made as he had entered you was just perfect.

He thrusted inside of you, overwhelmed by the sensation of your velvety pussy. After another stroke, he realized that his orgasm was already racing through him. 

“No, no,” Jay whispered, pulling out of you, but the friction of your pussy as he slid out of you caused him to spasm. Cum spurted out of him in humiliating globules, landing on your stomach and nightgown. 

Jay hovered over you, his eyes widened with shock. “No. No, no, no. That-that was nothing. That only lasted for, what…”

“A minute,” you replied, your face impassive. 

“A minute,” Jay repeated in horror. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry…” Jay squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. Now everything was ruined. He had come in a pathetically short amount of time. You probably didn’t feel a thing. 

Then he felt warm hands stroke his cheek, and his eyes opened. A small smile had graced your lips, and despite his despair he managed a smile too. 

“Was that your first time?” you asked quietly, tracing his lips with your thumb.

Jay hesitated, but there was no point in lying. “Yeah,” he whispered, “it was. You were.”

You nodded sympathetically. “It’s okay,” you said. 

“It…is?” Jay stared at you in awe.

Then, to his delight, you brought his head down and kissed him softly. It wasn’t rough, not the way his friends had described it- teeth clashing, tongues choking each other, hands wildly groping. This kiss was so gentle, and Jay reciprocated, his hands cupping your face. Your scent tickled his nostrils, filled his mind with a haze. 

Soon, you were licking his bottom lip, so Jay parted his lips. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, and he touched it with his, once, twice. He ran his tongue over your teeth, probed into your mouth, sucked on your tongue. He wanted to memorize every inch of you. 

Jay felt one of your hands slip under his shirt, and you ran your hands over his abs. He was proud of the hardened muscle he had worked so hard to cultivate, and he could feel his pride slowly returning. Emboldened, he kissed you even more deeply, and he began to feel your breasts over your nightgown. You weren’t wearing a bra, and he could only imagine how soft they must feel properly in his hands. 

“Take it off,” you whispered against his lips. Jay didn’t need to be told twice. He undressed you slowly this time, helping you push the nightgown over your head. 

Jay groaned under his breath as his eyes flickered over your body. It was amazing. You were like Aphrodite, the Venus of Willendorf, a being designed to be admired. How could he have ever thought of thrusting into you like you were his right hand? “Turn the light on,” he said quietly. 

“Yes, sir,” you said, flicking your standing lamp on. Your body was bathed in the soft, rosy glow, painting you in colours that rivaled the work of the pre-Raphaelites. 

“Don’t call me sir,” he said pleadingly. “Call me Jay, please.” With that, he dipped his head down and kissed your neck softly. You whimpered, and the sound was like the song of an angel. He kissed you all the way down to the space between your breasts. One hand gently fondled one breast, and the other hand held your waist as he kissed the other breast. 

“Lick my nipples,” you whispered. “I like that.”

Jay did as you asked, taking one nipple in his mouth and licking it. The way it hardened was fascinating to him, and he lavished both of your nipples with attention. His hands stroked your waist, up and down, and he could feel you tremble. Jay trailed wet kisses down your stomach, sticking his tongue into your navel to make you laugh. He splayed your arms out on the bed and kissed and licked them. When he got to your hand, he kissed your palm  and your fingertips. Jay lifted your legs up and kissed them from your inner thigh to the backs of your calves to your ankles, all the way to your toes. 

You made these darling little sighs as he kissed you and touched you. “This feels great, Jay,” you sighed out. On occasion, you would tell him to pay special attention to a certain part of yourself; your inner thighs, Jay found, were a sensitive spot. He would frequently return there on his journey around your body and bite and suck at the soft flesh there. 

As Jay gripped your thighs, kissing them, you pulled at his hair so that his face was tugged upwards. 

“I want to teach you something else,” you said, looking him in his eyes. 

“What?” Jay whispered.

As a response, you parted your legs slightly. Jay could see pools of arousal leaking out of your pussy, and his cock stirred. You took your fingers and touched a small, pearly nub of flesh. 

“Do you know what this is?”

Jay had a rough idea, based on the conversations he had had with his friends. “Your clitoris?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes,” you said, your fingers still threaded through his hair. “I want you to lick it.”

“Lick it?”

“It’ll make me feel good,” you whispered, and you gently pushed his head down between your legs. After one tentative lick, Jay was hooked. You tasted amazing, not quite sweet, not salty, but something else. Something primal and delicious. He laved your clit with his tongue, spreading your legs apart even further. 

For the first time, you moaned, a sound that made its way all the way to Jay’s gut. He kept going, lapping at that little pearl with feverish abandon. Jay pulled away after a while, worried that he was going too fast, being too rough again. “Is this okay?” he asked.

Your voice was tense and high as you said, “Yes, you’re doing amazing, Jay. It feels amazing. Keep going, keep going.”

That encouragement was all Jay needed. One hand firmly split your legs apart, and the other reached up and toyed with your nipples again. He felt you writhe and shiver as he swallowed your arousal, making circles with his tongue around your clit. 

“Jay, Jay, I’m going to, I’m going to…” A series of high-pitched moans passed through your lips and your back arched off of the bed. Jay continued licking your clit until you weakly pushed his head away. Jay stared in awe at your cunt opening and closing on its own, and he inserted a finger inside of you to feel the contractions for himself. He shivered as he imagined his cock in here, but he decided to wait until you weren’t so exhausted. 

Jay dragged himself up the bed so that he was lying beside you, and he affectionately rubbed your stomach. Your face was wet with sweat, lips parted, and your eyes were lidded. Still, that same smile was plastered on your face, and Jay wiped your face with his thumb.

“How was that?” he asked, just to hear you praise him.

“It was great,” you said weakly. “It was…wow. You’re a fast learner, aren’t you?”

“Top of my classes,” Jay said with a wide grin. You playfully pushed him, and he kissed your cheek. “I’m sorry I couldn’t…you know… last.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. It was your first time. No one has a very good first time.”

“Did you?”

“That’s a story for another day,” you said with an eye roll. 

Jay traced your stomach with his hand again, his eyes flickering over you. After a while, he whispered, “Teach me.”

You looked at him. “Teach you…?”

“How to please you. I want you to enjoy it, too. Please?”

You glanced at him, and your eyes were so soft Jay got the sudden urge to cry. “Okay. Come on, sit up.”

Jay sat so that his legs were spread, entrapping you between them. You sat up as well, leaning against the headboard. 

“Your pants…”

“Oh, right.” Jay scrambled to take them off, and his boxers too. His cock flopped out, and he was dismayed to see that it wasn’t completely hard. He glanced at you to gauge your reaction, but your gaze was fixated on his dick. 

“How have you managed to stay a virgin with that?” Your hand rested on his thigh, rubbing up and down.

Jay’s heart swelled with pride. “Oh, well, I’m picky, I suppose. I only like the best of the best.”

You smiled softly, catching the compliment, and then your head bobbed down to his cock. His eyes drank in the sight of your wet little tongue swirling around the tip, your hands massaging his balls. Jay moaned loudly, his arms falling back to hold himself upright. “Oh, will you jack me off, too? Please.”

You obliged him, letting some of your spit trickle down his shaft before massaging it loosely. Jay leaned his head back and moaned loudly. He was so glad you two were in the little servants’ quarters and not the chateau, where the sounds would have echoed. The sloppy noises of your mouth wrapped around his tip and your hands fondling his cock, and his own moans. 

Soon, you were pulling away, and Jay was initially disappointed by the lack of his contact. You wiped your mouth and smiled at him, and his annoyances were forgotten. You shifted backwards so that you were sitting against the headboard again.

“Now,” you whispered, “come here.”

Jay crawled over to you, sitting upright as well. He pulled your legs over his, so that you were straddling him. As he waited for you to keep speaking, he caressed your smooth legs. 

“This time, be slow. You want to feel everything, feel the way I fit around you. Take your time. There’s no rush, Jay.”

He kissed you, then, his hands around your throat. Jay pushed himself inside of you again, this time noting how delicious the stretch was, how your pussy squeezed his cock mercilessly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your lips were still on his. You moaned into each others’ mouths as he bucked his hips against yours. Jay’s hands fell from your neck to your shoulders to your breasts, fondling them slowly. He grew accustomed to this rhythm, of becoming one with you, and it was better than what he could have ever imagined.

Jay gently pulled you on top of him, his back hitting the bed. He thrusted into you slowly, languidly, and you matched his movements. From this position, Jay could swirl his tongue around your nipples again as his hands groped at your ass. He pushed you down on his cock, forcing you to take his full length. Now that your moans were no longer muffled by his lips, they reverberated all over your small room. The air was thick with your scent percolating with Jay’s, your soft moans with his harsh grunts. 

Jay could feel his orgasm approaching, but he resisted the urge to pound into you. Instead, he rolled you over so that he was on top of you again. He pulled out of you and kissed you the way you liked, slowly, tongues meeting, spit dribbling down chins, hot, wet mouths sharing breaths. While you kissed, Jay’s hand worked down your body and he tried to find your clitoris again. Your hand reached out and gently guided him towards your small nub; he rubbed it in steady circles, and he relished in your whimpers. 

“Are you close?” Jay asked before pressing his lips against yours again.

You nodded, unwilling to stop kissing him. 

With that, Jay thrusted inside of you again, his fingers still playing with your clitoris. He felt powerful as he felt your back arch. When he dug his knee up slightly, he could feel your legs begin to tremble. Finally, he let himself go, rutting into you the way he had wanted from the start, his free hand  on your waist. Jay grunted as he approached his high, his eyes shutting in ecstasy. 

You came first, whining his name and clutching him tightly. Your pussy clenched around his cock, and he came with a final, primal grunt, emptying himself in you. 

Jay didn’t want to pull himself out of you. He wanted you to stay full of him, and the way you held him made him think you felt the same way.

Jay kissed your forehead and laid on top of you, stroking your cheek as you came down from your highs together.  The way you nestled your head into his neck made his heart sing, and your scent was even stronger now. He knew that he could never let go of you.

You were his summer girl.