#That hand page looks sexy tho | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

doycngs · 1 year

Text

jay park. | riveted.

summary. “you’ve never held onto someone so tightly before, knuckles going white and digging so hard into his solid body that you’re sure Jay is hurting. but he withstands it all, quiet and there for you as you crack and fall apart in his arms.”

pairing. y/n x enhypen’s jay

genre. fwb to lovers!au (wa hooo!!!)

word count. 2k.

warnings. afab!reader, swearing, mention of not eating for a little while, reader smokes, small description of anxiety from overstimulation (not the sexy way :/) please let me more if i could add another, thanks!

happy comeback from literally ten months of not posting anything!!! sorry loves, hope the ending to this couple makes up for everything (it doesn’t lolz) mwah <3

first part is here! could technically be read on its tho, i think it’s comprehensible enough :P

|—————|

NEON LIGHTS DANCE behind your eyelids when you close them for just a second, a heated breath escaping your cracked lips when the card declines. You steel yourself to face this man, already wasted off his feet and leaning heavily on the bar counter.

Offering his sticky red credit over, you curl the corners of your lips in and feign an empathic smile. “Sorry, it declined again.”

The dazed man whips his head up at the sound of your voice over the bumping bass, eyes glazed and lips twisted in bewilderment. “Are you joking? Try one more time!”

Licking your lips, you shake your head, eyes flitting over to another customer at the end of the bar vying for your attention. The older man seemed impatient, looking to have been standing there and waiting for a while.

“I tried three times already. Sorry.”

When he starts denying it, continuing to leave your wrist tense while waiting for him to take his card, you place the piece of plastic down and stalk away before it could get worse. The dude was clearly already at his limit. It’s likely good his empty bank account had cut him off for the night.

Brushing hair away from your eyes, you cringe internally at the residue on your fingertips and then wipe them harshly on your jeans.

“Hi, what do you need?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, finally! 3 Snake Bites. Actually, make that four, an extra for the fucking wait I just had to endure!”

Biting your tongue, you bend to start his order, barely resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Pretending to not hear the burly customer over the chaos of the club doesn’t help because he leans closer across the bar to get in your face.

“You hear me right? 4 Snake Bites!”

“Yup, got it. Opening a tab?”

“Yeah, obviously!”

Now you turn, not willing to withhold the expression of annoyance anymore. This night already had you on your nerves and it was only past midnight.

Slapping four shot glasses in front of him, you pour and avoid looking in this dude’s eyes. He’s clearly still angry and more so by the next words he utters.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Sir, I’m the only bartender working tonight, alright? It’s packed, I’m tired, and I’d rather not argue currently. Are you doing debit or credit?”

There’s a tick in his jaw and when his fist on the counter tightens, you hover your hand over the walkie-talkie on your waist.

“You have a big fucking attitude bitch, I should—”

Pressing the button, you walk away with the cocktail shaker towards the exit behind the counter, eyes scouring for the guard you’re paging.

“Johnny.”

“Yeah!”

“There’s a dumbass over here. You’ll see him, he’s stomping my way right now.”

There’s a crackle and then your coworker replies, “Coming babe, stay there.”

“Uh huh.”

You’re startled at the strength and speed with which the angry man reaches you, way faster than you had expected. Slipping slightly when backing up, his face screams furiosity for you to leave without hearing his derogatory comments.

Throwing the shaker in the sink, you slink quickly back over to the other end of the bar, hand on your walkie-talkie. Your finger lightens in color at the pressure you place on the button. Praying in your head doesn’t work fast enough because the customer clasps his meaty hand on your forearm, yanking you around.

His spit hits the side of your cheek but before he can let more than two words out, Johnny comes crashing in.

Dazily, you watch as the man screams and fights back from Johnny’s grip, trying his best to get back to you. Digging your nails into your thumbs, which usually helps to ground yourself, doesn’t, even as you attempt to suck in humid air that shakes with the music banging on your eardrums.

Too stimulated, you clench your eyes closed tight for only a second before a very loud yell interrupts you. It sounds so incredibly familiar and comforting that you can’t help but open your eyes to catch sight of him.

It’s been three weeks since that night.

“Y/N!”

Wiping your wet cheek, you face the call of your name, his warm caffeine-colored irises wide with concern.

“Jay.”

|—————|

“Are you alright?” Jay roams your face, seeking any type of shaken behavior.

Taking a deep breath, you nod, a small smile on your expression. It doesn’t reach your eyes. You take out a small and thin, rectangular tube of cardboard from your purse, one that Jay recognizes from Jake.

“You smoke now?”

Turning slightly to watch Jay’s expression, you’re a little surprised to see it blank at the lighter and the blunt you take out the box between your pointer and middle fingers.

“Yup.”

“Since when?”

Humming, you light it while pursing your lips. The end finally catches and you throw your head back to the moldy brick of the club, pulling from the small rolled joint.

“Maybe a week ago.”

Your peripheral sees Jay shift, hands deep in his pockets while he shuffles in the thin layer of brown April snow. The leaves on the ground scratch on the dirty cement from his movement and you blow out smoke to watch it fizzle and curl out in the cold 2 A.M. air.

You would’ve thought the silence would be suffocating. So suffocating that you’d do anything to avoid staying in it with Jay for so long but the preemptive haze you know will slide over your mind eases the anxiety.

You don’t even mind looking at Jay so directly. You can tell he’s a little worn down and not just because he went seeking out you tonight.

No, you can tell because he’s wearing an expensive black dress shirt that looks like his wrists are being choked. You think this is the first time you’ve seen Jay wear pants that aren’t ripped jeans or anything else that is wrinkled like it was left at the bottom of a basket for too long.

Jay hates doing laundry. He probably got some fancy dry cleaner place to do this suit for him. Or maybe his family’s maid to pick it up.

An unnecessary thought crosses you. “Where’s the suit jacket?”

Jay looks up for a split second before checking himself. “Oh,” he pats his sides, “It was stuffy. It’s in my car.”

A silent scoff leaves a trail of icy smoke from your nostrils. Tapping the end of the blunt, the ash withers to the ground, red to black.

He’s bothered by the uncaring smile on your lips. There’s a tilt to it that shows you’ve lost— something. Jay isn’t sure what and whether he should hope it’s because of him.

It does feel like sometimes punches his chest when you utter your next words though.

“Did you come to fuck?”

You pull from your joint again, making dead eye contact. Jay swallows harshly, dumbfounded by how lowly you think of him. Or maybe how lowly you think of yourself.

After all, Jay was beating himself up, driving all around the city and going to every bar he knew you worked shifts at. He had finally been driven to the wall in madness of how much he hated how things were left with you. Hated how he let you walk out of his place that night, especially how he didn’t fight hard enough for you.

And here you were. Somehow willing to accept Jay’s savior-complex-self back into your life. But… all for a fuck?

He’s somewhat angry at how you’re so ready to fall back into him. Jay has no right to feel that way. But if you were going to put up such a harrowing, hard, and unbeatable wall around yourself, you shouldn’t crumble so easily.

All for, in your kind words, “a fuck”.

“You really think I came to you for…” He can’t help but scoff in disbelief, “Sex?”

Saying it leaves a sour taste on his tongue.

“I don’t know, I kind of missed you.” You loll your head, cheek hitting the wall and eyes narrowed on the end of your blunt, “This guy I’ve been filming with recently isn’t really all that. I didn’t have to pretend to come with you.”

Jay’s jaw shifts, unbelieving of the words leaving your mouth. The long lashes you love on him so much blink hard and fast.

“Are you even hearing yourself right now? I—”

“Hm?” Finally kicking off the wall, you walk a step closer to Jay, “What?”

His hands stay locked in his pockets, red from the dropping temperature tonight, though they itch to shake some sense into you.

“Did you expect me to turn you away? After what?” You gesture towards his clothes, “After, clearly having the worst time at some stifling dinner party you went to. Isn’t that usually why you came to me all the time in the past? That’s why I came to you—”

“Don’t say this type of shit to me.”

He’s so calm with his words, looking down all high and mighty at you, you lose your cool for a moment. Fury flashes in your eyes.

“Say what!?” You humorlessly laugh, stepping forward to make Jay step back, “Why are you denying what our relationship was really like?”

Pressing him further and further with an invisible force, Jay’s back hit the opposing wall of the alley.

“It was all just sex, so I’m not sure why you were starting to get all attached—”

Jay lands a tight grip on your wrist’s next anticipated move, holding it rough enough to yank the lit blunt from your hold and dropping it. He doesn’t look down to stomp and dig the small flame out on the ground… but you do.

“You owe me money for that.”

He flares up at your comeback. “Stop it.”

Breathing unevenly out your nose, you can barely meet Jay’s hardened expression. Shame floods your insides. You want to get sick from the amount of overwhelming reality he snaps into your head but you didn’t eat too much today.

“You get enough of that out?” He leaves space for rhetoric, “Got it all out of your system, hm?”

Your chin tilts your face down but Jay doesn’t allow it, following by moving his to meet your embarrassed self.

“Don’t shy away now. Keep talking shit and trying to undermine what the fuck we had. Because now I know for a fact, you’re trying to push me away.”

You step back far enough to get Jay let loose on your wrist.

“You keep trying to hurt me and clearly do not see for yourself how much you’re hurting either.”

Lungs caving at his words, you curl in on yourself. Going back to leaning heavily on the club’s brick wall, you slide down and sit heavily on your ankles.

Exhaustion tightens your lower leg muscles and now the register of your throbbing temples further the dizziness. It doesn’t help either that your throat is now so taut you can’t let a coherent word out from emotion.

You can’t even let Jay know how exhausted you are now that you want to.

“Do you even know how much I adore you?”

Leaning your cheek on your crossed arms laid on your knees, you close your eyes. Pray for the rocking world at your feet to pass.

You strangle out, “We’re not good for each other.��

“Can I not decide that for myself?” He laughs without the humor and there’s a pause in Jay’s words.

They come out choked, “Because I think I’m okay with not being good for each other.”

“You deserve better.” You warble out, unable to continue looking at the pain you’re creasing into Jay.

You should push away the only person who’s gone out to look for you, sought and fought to love you for the first time in a long time. Right?

You had nipped that blooming bud of something good in your eternal winter of life. You had shut out one of the only people in your life to truly care for your broken self. But to only have one last time to redeem yourself, ending up completely hurting him again.

It’s an eternity where you sit there, trying to even out your breathing. The sound of the mushy snow in receding footsteps makes your heartbeat climb to your ears.

You choke out a cry soon after. The faucet is loosened to let the tears fall finally. The pressure of everything on your shoulders should crush you. And it’s so close to doing so.

At least until the weight of a jacket is draped over you. Jay plants himself beside you before wrapping a warm arm over your back, gently rubbing before curling the other to cradle your head into his chest.

You’ve never held onto someone so tightly before, knuckles going white and digging so hard into his solid body that you’re sure Jay is hurting. But he withstands it all, quiet and there for you as you crack and fall apart in his arms.

His own heart crumbles from the quiet pain that seeps from the sounds you make. Hearing the anguish that’s been built up for so long makes Jay want to forever hold you like this; regardless of how his fancy dress shirt is soaked now or the creases his shoes are bound to get. Regardless of how much hurt you’ve caused him because he knows you have a good heart. A heart that’s been dragged in the dirt for too long.

You make him want to keep the smile you get on your face when he buys you the right Gatorade from the convenience store down his street.

Or the specific rare laugh you let out when he’s so ridiculously knowledgeable on the most random thing while drunk, spewing facts.

Or the tired, mumbling voice you have when you just woke up, eyes bleary while you rub and walk like a grandma around his place.

The way you clutch to his shirt when walking through the people on the dance floor, afraid to get lost with sloshing tequila down your sticky fingers. Your smell after a shower, his shampoo, and his band tee on but also your natural scent sneaking in to land on his pillowcase for a week.

The way you were embarrassed to start wearing your glasses around him because you were afraid they were too big for your face, but also too afraid to replace them. Sneaking his take-out food from his container even though you had your own box, claiming stealing made it taste better.

The way you lean on anyone around you when cackling in laughter, willing to lose sight while your eyes scrunch. Silently tying your friend group’s shoes, no matter the time or weather, sober or blackout wasted.

The way you scratch at the nape of his neck in bed, slow but with purpose. Curling your knee around his leg and splaying a wide palm to his tummy, falling asleep to the feel of it rising and falling. Your unfiltered noises and sounds, all for him.

You make him want to show you the little good parts in life.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

You can only sniffle and sob louder into Jay, clutching to his sides with a death grip. He laughs, chest shaking you on him as he looks up to the night air, stars never in sight in this city.

“You should… You should know.” He sighs out to the moon, hoping the world was listening so maybe have it go easier on you, just for tonight.

“Why do you, hm? Why?” You painfully yell past wet cries, weakly punching him with no real intent.

Jay thinks of all the specifics but settles for curling the wet hair behind your ears. “I just do. Should there only be a few reasons to love someone?”

Managing to gather yourself after a few moments, you nod. “I love you for a lot.”

“Yeah?” Jay grins so big, his cheeks hurt from doing so.

“Yeah. So I’m sorry,” You twist and curl your arms back around Jay’s neck, hiding your messy face in the crook of his neck. “I’m really, really sorry. I’m scared but I want you now. Nothing else.”

Jay’s hand hooks at your shoulders, “Is that what you really want?”

Your small and muffled voice makes it to his ears. And he wishes he could turn back time already to be able to hear your next words over and over again, whenever he wanted.

“That’s all I’ve ever really wanted."

#dont you love ugly sobbing to the love of your life in a musty ass alleyway behind a club and then getting together with them in the end???#slayyyy #jay #enhypen jay #jay park #park jongseong #jongseong park #park jay #jay fic #enhypen jay fic #park jongseong fic #jay fanfiction #enhypen jay fanfiction #enhypen fic #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen angst

71 notes · View notes

fullmetalgirl98 · 3 months

Text

30 days Hypnosis Mic challenge

DAY 11: the very first song you listened to

🎤 「ヒプノシスマイク -Division Battle Anthem-」

(link)

Basically, this is not only the very first Hypmic song I heard, but it's the thing that introduced me to the project too. And I'm not exaggerating when I say it was probably also the very first rap song I ever listened to in my whole life. And the one that changed my music tastes from that moment on. I remember it was July 2018 when it appeared among YT's recommended videos on the home page. Granted that I had no idea what a multimedia project even was at the time, I opened the video out of pure curiosity and the very first thing I thought was that it was one of the coolest things I'd ever seen in my life. Of course, for someone like me who absolutely did not like rap, the style of music hit my eardrums like a shovel to the face, but despite my first grievances (because, damn, for someone who had never listened to rap before, it was a pretty intense song, other than a strange way, to approach the genre (in JAPANESE, btw!) ...I mean, we're talking about the Anthem. And we all know how intense it is, as a song). So kudos to me for not shutting everything down immediately and deciding to continue the viewing, because here I am today, 6 years later ¯\_₍ッ₎_/¯ Well, yes, ladies and gentlemen, I practically saw this project BORN (although I did not follow it with interest, at beginning. Shame on me, now). So, the video started, and the thing that left me most pleasantly surprised was just the setting of the MV. I found it extremely interesting, as well as innovative, to show the behind-the-scenes footage of the recording with the seiyuus and the chacaters, in short....it gave me an effect like "'???so coooool???akhgakgkad?! (⚆ᗝ⚆) " And now here is a list of the very first things I thought while listening:

Ichiro/Subaru: I immediately thought that he had the face of an Italian and that he was ridiculously cool. And then the way he rapped??? WOW. I remember I didn't like Ichiro's mole lol

Samatoki/AsaShin: AsaShin hit me...like a truck, yeah. I loved his voice, it was so scratchy! My eyes were mesmerized by his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Instant crush for Samatoki, at that moment.

Ramuda/Shirai: they didn't blow me away, at first glance.

Jakurai/Hayami: what a deep voice O.O And what a hair....

Chorus: THIS STUFF SLAPS AS HELL?!?! ∑(; °Д°) In particular, the "Welcome to the division, Welcome to the division, oh yeah" part sent me high.

Jiro/Ishiya: uh, nice guy, this one. But why does his seiyuu look like he's about to have a seizure?! O.O

Jyuto/Komada: why is he screaming so much???? Turn off this man, PLEASE!

Gentaro/Saito Soma: WOW. YOUUUU. I LIKE YOU. YOU'RE SEXY, MAN. I LIKE YOU. YES. YOU AND YOUR SEIYUU. I was struck by both the initial "uhm?" with which SS peeped in the shot and the very elegant way in which he brought his hand to his headphones shortly thereafter.

Hifumi/Kijima: You guys have no idea how much Hifumi annoyed me at first. And continued to annoy me for a very long time. Just because of this MV. The "paaaaaaati naaaaaai" in particular was something that bothered me deeply, I don't even know why lol. LOOK AT ME NOW, i love my baby ;^;.

Saburo/Kohei: the moles disturbed me LOL. Kohei seemed to be having a particularly good time, jumping around haha

Rio/Kamio: what an... austere??....way.... of... speaking? Cool character design, though!

Dice/Nozuyama: AHHHHHHH!!! STRANGE NOISES!!! WHAT'S WITH THIS GUY!!! The guy (Nozu) is AMAZING!!! And the character looks really cool! I like the way he dresses (◎0◎) he looks like a dangerous one, tho...

Doppo/Kento: Here I became seriously concerned. The seiyuu was twitching his fingers in an alarming way. And the character looked even less well than he did. I thought Doppo was an apathetic, at first. But then??? The YELLS???? WHO IS THIS MAN!? I'M SCARED.

OH, Hello again first two great seiyuu of whom I still didn't know life, death and miracles. So yes. This is the first song I ever listened to :)

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #30 days hypnosis mic challenge #30 day challenge #day 11 #division rap battle #division battle anthem #seiyuu #japanese rap #anime #manga #buster bros #mad trigger crew #fling posse #matenrou #hypmic drb #drb

3 notes · View notes

tharizdun-03 · 1 year

Text

The Case of Vanitas Watchrough & Readthrough

The Vanitas Opening is cute, very rom-com like. Basically just the two of them going on dates lol. I hope they're actually gay for each other. I need that. I really need that.

Vanitas episode was pretty good. Definitely more of an emphasis on world-building than character so far tho, and still has that Pandora Hearts comedy, but it's way less obnoxious, and presentation wise it's slick and stylish. It's got a solid hook, so I'll stick around for more.

I appreciate the Vanitas anime keeping the OST running even during gags. I feel like most anime stops the music during quick jokes, but keeping it going makes it flow better.

Rewatching Vanitas from the start as I'm gonna catch up now, and this is a very strong overarching hook.

Yeah, he's not. Like, at all. That is a very weird insult.

Hmmm...

Ooh. It's interesting that Noe seems to respect his teacher a lot and is very loyal to him in the present, but with this reveal, that could be tinted to being something of a coping mechanism or something, cause he's gotta have mixed feelings about him after this.

I am reading the Vanitas manga as well, just to see how it did things, and the art is pretty excellent, as expected. Altho the quality of scans varies.

Some non-colored pages too, cause the actual art in the manga is very good as well.

I like the kind of preview they did for the next volume at the end of volume 2, hope they keep doing that.

Noé is precious.

Vanitas is intriguing. I like him a bit more in the manga (I'm not crazy about Hanae voicing him) but it's interesting to ponder whether his preferring that his love doesn't love him back is cause he doesn't want to be tied down or if it's some self-inflicted punishment.

On the one hand, his love for Jeanne feels genuine, but on the other hand, his actions towards her feel very calculated to get the most out of her. Of course, they're not mutually exclusive, I suppose. Either way, lots of potential here. Shame he's a bit annoying lol.

Noè is probably still my favourite character, just cause, he's a sweet, precious little cinnamonbun.

baby

Could be how Noé kills Vanitas in the future then.

Vanitas no Carte Part 1 was pretty fun. Looks great. Stylish and sexy, with plenty of intrigue and strong world-building. Some annoying comedic faces and chibi intercuts tho. Noé is precious and wanna know more about Vanitas. Most a really faithful adaptation too.

The Vanitas anime definitely cuts stuff from the manga, but so far it's not really super significant stuff and they manage to communicate the info in other ways instead. Altho that Mikhail has yet to appear in the anime.

Mmmm...

Backstory episodes in Vanitas hit different. They happen a lot in Jun's stories, she seems fond of them. It's one of the things she's the best at too, I'd say. Sadly, this was the first episode with real significant cuts from the manga imo.

Before it's always been skipping some details you can infer anyway from the context, but entire scenes were also missing here. Mind you, the episode on its own was very good, but, you get more in the manga, and it's more essential to the experience here than it's been previously.

The visual direction has been less Shaft-like overall, compared to Part 1, and a bit more standard Bones, which I think works in its favour at the moment. They pulled some trademark Shaft in this episode tho, but it fit a lot better here.

Jun is still a bit of a mixed writer for me even here in some regards, but she's definitely improved from Pandora Hearts. Her set-up is a lot better constructed here. Bodes good, gives me hope the climaxes she's very good at could actually properly hit for me here.

I was hoping for Chloé to have a little bit more self-agency, so very much like this twist. Not yet quite sure why she's going against Naenia tho, but guessing because she manipulated her to keep living and Jean to become the beast, and she eventually realized that.

I'm just spitballing, obviously, we'll get more info on this next episode, I'm just thinking out loud at the moment.

Ah, alright, yeah.

Again, anime cutting stuff but nothing that crucial, just further small moments, further details, or more action that isn't VITAL to the overall narrative. I understand manga purists disliking it but as an adaptation, think the anime is doing the best it can good enough.

OH SHIT.

INSANE VISUAL

So, the theme of loneliness seems to be the central one in Vanitas.

Oh damn.

Another great spread. It pays to see how the manga depicted these moments as well.

Art was a bit off for the kiss in the anime, but they adapted the smile pretty nicely. This is very cute.

Usually, the comedy in Vanitas doesn't do much for me, but this was one of the most effective comedy-driven stretches.

Alright, I dunno how effective this twist is. Okay, I guess they're twins then, and not one year apart. And the reason for all this is because of some weird superstition that twins are bad luck for vampires or something? Maybe the manga elaborates on this but...

And then there's this, and I guess it's natural for her to assume that in her current state of mind, but with the twist not being that clever, this is just annoying, when it's obvious he might mistake her for him, as they look almost identical, and he has like PTSD so?

Mikhail is an interesting addition to the story.

Ignoring the execution of things, the ideas for her backstory feels very Mochizuki, and in a good way, so hopefully the manga does this in a way that is more effective for me.

Yeah, no, the whole that Louis was said to be ill but not actually was vague from the start, as was him supposedly being one year old but actually wasn't, and it all being based on this weird superstition is a bit weak.

Some nice stuff for Domi, her cutting her hair to look like Louis would've been really disturbing in the right way if the context was strong enough to back it up, and it reveals why she doesn't think Noe loves her, as she thinks Noe agrees that Louis should've survived.

But yeah, the twist and logic behind it are not strong enough to make it as effective as it could've been. I mean, I'm not here thinking it's so stupid, but it's just not super strong for me, but oh well.

This is also weird, why give Noé stakes AFTER he's dead? We'll probably get more on this tho, I think. Or I'm missing something.

Mikhail is at least twisted in all the right ways, in typical Mochizuki fashion. Beginning of his backstory was a bit tonally off in the anime, but handled much better here in the manga. Excited to finish the anime and catch up to the manga tomorrow and find out more.

Dude, this confrontation between Noé and Vanitas is crazy good.

Oh...

We'll see where this goes, cause having him be behind a lot of the stuff in the story yet having been basically completely invisible throughout the narrative doesn't seem fair to the viewer, but we'll see.

He's got the same eyes as Noè's cats, and also calls them kittens. He might be the cat lol.

Vanitas No Carte Part 2 is a mostly faithful adaptation that when it has to cut things, chooses the least crucial parts, and story-wise it really ramped things up and delved into the more interesting and darker ideas, shedding light on its mysteries. Really good overall.

Jeez, his entrance is way scarier in the manga.

Caught up to the Vanitas no Carte manga, which was consistently very good, and occasionally great! Jun's writing skills have improved, and I'm more invested than ever right now, so I very much hope that she has a lot of story left to tell cause I think there's plenty of promise.

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #anime #watchthrough #readthrough

3 notes · View notes

jkbabiey · 2 years

Note

Hello 🌄 I'm here for the future spouse game 😊

I'm Flora, my pronouns are she/her. Pisces sun, gemini moon, pisces venus conjunct mercury in 6th (so a lot of mercury influence) 🤭 My love language is words of affirmation and quality time. A word to describe myself is likely ethereal. My favorite song at the moment is "heart burn" by sunmi.

I really enjoy this game. I'm really curious whag you'll find out 😊☀️ Thank you for doing this! 🌿

Hey Flora!!! First of all, I just wanted to say the song you chose has the exact same vibe I was getting from you just reading your ask!!!! So cool!! I'm so glad you joined the game!!

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞:

Appearance

Your cards: King of Swords, Page of Swords, The Tower, The Hanged Man, The High Priestess, Ace of Pentacles

I'm getting that they may be a lot taller than you. They may be taller than most people. Also, I immediately got very chiseled features, like a sharp jawline, a pronounced chin, hollow cheeks, and a hooked nose. Also, a triangle-shaped face, maybe. They may have a beard and short curly dark hair. Very handsome. They exude a very masculine energy. They may have smaller feet than you would expect tho. Thin waist. A very well-built body. They may have defined pecs, or if we're talking about a woman, bigger breasts. May have hazel eyes, but I'm not sure about that. Very sexually attractive. The type of person to get you turned on just by looking at them. They have a very sexy vibe to them, I guess you could say that.

Personality

Your cards: The High Priestess, King of Swords Queen of Wands, Wheel of Fortune (rev), Ace of Cups

First of all, while I was shuffling the cards were FLYING EVERYWHERE, so I will take that as a sign and tell you that this is a very chaotic and funny person. They have light-hearted energy to them. I'm still getting a very hot vibe from them. They are a very honest and determined person. They may be a bit bossy and like things to be done their way. A bit authoritative too. They are very confident and extremely social. They are THE social butterfly. I'm also getting that they are not a big fan of rules ("rules were made to be broken") and they will be the ones to break a pattern. As I said, they like things done their way, even if that goes against what is usually done. Also, I'm getting that this may be what you would call a womanizer... They are famous amongst the ladies and they like to live up to their fame. They seriously giving me uni jock vibes.

Career

Your cards: Justice, Ace of Swords

So, I'm actually getting that when you two meet this person is going to still be studying and deciding what they want to do with their life. They may be studying something related to the law if they're in uni, but it's nothing that's already been decided since the cards took A LONG TIME to fall when I was shuffling.

Communication Style

Your cards: The Lovers, King of Wands, The Magician, Judgement (rev)

As we were expecting, a very attractive voice. The way they talk is very harmonized. And they talk as if they have everything under control. They can keep their cool even in the most stressful situations and make it look like they are as calm as ever. They may curse a lot tho. Also, they have this talent for making everything sound accurate. They may be sweet-talkers because I'm getting that they can make the most obvious nonsense sound actually believable. They may gesticulate a lot with their hands too, which normally transmits confidence, so they will overall look very confident in everything they say.

Love Language

Your cards: Queen of Cups, Page of Wands (rev)

I'm getting quality time. They like to spend time with you and let you know how much they actually want to spend their free time with you and you only. They like to do anything it is, as long as it's with you. They like to go out with you, they like to stay home with you, they like to watch movies with you, and they don't even bother just laying on the couch all day talking to you either. They just like to spend time with you, especially because it gives them a sense that they get to know you better than anyone else and that makes them feel privileged.

I hope you liked the reading! Thank you for your patience!!

#1000 followers game

3 notes · View notes

vamppanda · 2 years

Text

Why is she doing this to me?

Izuku Midoriya x Black Reader

Request by Just_reading0110 on Wattpad.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: lime

(f/s)= favorite store.

🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

'' Deku'' You said as you look up from your phone.

'' Yeah what is it puppy?'' He said as he look over to you.

He put his pencil down on his desk and rub his head.

'' Why do you want me to go?''

'' Because when I ask Mina, she said that she had to study with Momo and I want to get a hoodie.''

'' Sure when do we go?''

You got up and walk up to him and grab his arm.

'' Come on, Let's go right now.''

You put him up out of his chair and walk out the door. Izuku grabs his and yours shoes in the hurry, so both of you can't walk around barefoot.

When you guys get to the mall. You look around with stars in your eyes. Izuku rubs his head.

' She seem happy. That good.' He thought.

He look down to see you was wearing a short skirt showing your brown thick thighs. He blush and look away.

' Damn why do she had to wear that start knowing, I love how how her thighs look in them.'

You walking with him to looking at the store windows. He was looking at you.

'' Oh, How about we go into this store." You said as you grabs his hand and point to the store.

'' Yeah sure.''

You both walk into the (f/s) and Deku saw a choker and his thoughts went somewhere else. He wanted to you tie up and for you to beg from him to go faster. He snap out of it. You look at him happy.

'' Um, Are...are you ok Izuku?'' You asks confuse.

'' Yeah I am fine.'' 'Not like I am hard or anything.'

'' That good, I want to try on this two outfit, Can you wait right here?''

" Sure''

You leave to the changing room. Deku sat down on one of the chair. Deku look around waiting for you to come out. A few minutes later you come out with a cat outfit. He blush.

'' Do you like it?''

'' Um I....I love it.''

'' I know you would. I got one more ok'' with that you went back in.

' I can't do this anymore, It's killing me.'

You come back and you start doing sexy poses. You walk up to him start shaking your butt on his lap. He became even more red.

' Is she doing this on purpose.'

'' Deku do you like my outfit, I am a dog woof.''

' She is doing this on purpose.'

'' Deku Are you ok?'' You asks as you was in front of his face.

Izuku more away a little , face all red and he look away. You turn your head a little to the side.

'' You look cute puppy.''

'' Why are you so red baby, Do something happen?''

' Yeah your big boobs happen.'

He move his hands up to his face.

'' It's just hot in here.''

You learn back and puts your hands together.

''Ok then let me change out of this and we can go to other store.''

When you do that, both of you walk out of (f/s). You walking and talking to him about your day at school. Him on the other hand was watching out for the males that was looking at he girl and was not trying fuck you in the bathroom.

'' So can we go to the toy store. I want a new teddy bear.'' You said as you look at him to the he was in a his on world. You smirk and stop him.

'' Izuku, I need you to come with me.''

He nod his head. He stand next to you in the store, thinking.

' Maybe I should just take her in the restroom.'

He shakes his head no.

' No she not going to like that, but I am really hard and uncomfortable.'

He put his hand on his chin.

' Maybe I should just wait, but how long should I wait for. I date her because of her personality, not because of her body and skin color. Even tho I want to tub her brown skin and pull on her afro hair.'

He then shakes his head again.

' No No, I want to keep her and make her fell comfortable, but my lust is taking control.'

You tap his shoulder. He jump ten feet in the air.

'' Oh its just you.'' He put his hand to his chest to calm his heart down. You rise an eyebrow and cross your arms over your chest.

'' What do you mean.. just me."

You just scare me that it.''

'' Oh ok ''

He stare down at your hands to there was bags.

'' Here let me help you carry the bags." He said as he reach for the bags. You give him some of the bags.

'' Aww baby you are so nice.''

He smile and grab your brown hand.

'' Let go to the food court, I am hungry.''

' Of course I have to wait longer, I should just take her to the food court or..'

'' How about we go home, I well cook.''

'' Ok fine.''

'Thanks the all might she agreed.'

Both of you guys was almost out of the mall, when you stop. Deku look at you with worry/ lust look.

'' I have to go the restroom.'' you left the bags you was carrying with him at his feet.

'' I will be right quick ok.''

He sat down on the floor, he rub his dick a little in his jeans.

' I can't take it anymore, I need her now.'

He was lost in his horny thoughts. When you came back, you see that his eyes hold hungry and not for the food kind, more like your body kind. You got him right where you want him.

'' Deku baby let's go home.''

He nod as he got up.He slap your butt and continue like nothing happen. You jump and rub your butt, following after him.

' Damn he hit hard.' you thoughts.

When you guys get to the dorm room. You pat your bags down on his bed. Izuku move behind you. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck. You sweat drop and look at him to the side.

'' Um Izuku baby are you ok?''

" Yeah, I am, but you won't be when I am done with you puppy.'' He said in a husky voice. He push you down on the bed and get on top of you. He took off your panties.

'' No it's time to eat, Itadakimasu.''

Let's just say you guys went about to 10 round that day.

*****************************************************

Master List

#izuku midoriya #IzukuMidoriyaxblackreader #xblackreader #Animexblackreader

2 notes · View notes

adartseanairda · 3 months

Text

*looking me dead in my eyes* “if i ever catch anybody touching you or being with you im gonna fucking kill them. i’m not saying you would do that but you better pray for whoever you’re with. ill catch another body for you i dont care. you’re mine. even if we’re not together, you’re mine. you believe me?”

he choked me and slapped me to shut up and enjoy it while eating my pussy🥴🥴

“nobody else gets you like this” “nobody else turns you on babe”

“you know how you have me. you know that right”

“i beg for you adriana”

“i know you’re not gonna cheat on me or anything but if anybody fucking tries it i pray for them”

“i am in love with you”

“you’re so fucking beautiful when i’m fucking you. especially when you cum for me”

*spit in my mouth*🥴🥴

“did he try to talk to you? he said you were sexy. he didnt ever try to text you did he?” (thomas)

“your pussy is so good. it tastes good it smells good its so tight. your pussy the best”

eres perfecta

you be smelling like weed and perfume i fucking love that it turns me the fuck on

[saying i dont want him] *puts hands down my pants* “look how fucking wet you are”

you know i could never leave this pussy

you sound so sexy talking in spanish. you sound like a completely different person

im in love with you. having sex with you is something different

after we broke up i saw so many of my friends i thought were my friends were on your page. you were my wife i showed you off everywhere

idk baby i like the fact that you’re just mine.

i love the fact that you’re so mean to guys i really am gonna do the same thing. i’m changing for you and i wanna prove that to you

[yeah i think to other people we’re clingy] “i dont give a FUCK”

I love you more my love you don't know how you get me but I'm pussy whipped asf and in love

you have the best pussy ive ever had

[i cant talk to jimmy?]

“no what the fuck why are you even thinking about that”

“my sisters texting me asking if im with you i said no. she said where are you who you with im snitching to adriana” then i heard her on the phone “ya te dije que me and mom are gonna snitch anytime you leave the house”

[you don’t like that i’m crazy baby] “you’re crazy but you’re loyal as fuck”

“you’re the love of my life” [yeah okay] “first of all you should know that. you’re the love of my life whether you like it or not. just like you said i know what i signed up for you should know what you signed up for too.”

“i love you to death, you know that. you’re my forever girl.”

*he was sober we were both just high on weed while im riding him without saying a word* he breaks the silence “oh fuck baby you cant do that” and cums alll over me 🥴

*hes fucking me from the back talking me through it* “every other girl is dead to me i only see you”

he keeps pounding me, “you wanna leave me? say youre sorry… you wanna put a restraining order on me? you wanna do that? why the fuck would you do that. tell me you regret it. tell me you’re not going anywhere”

*he cums inside me* “you’re so fucking perfect. your curves are so perfect”

“you’re dangerous when you’re on top”

hes fucking me from the back and he cums and holds my back “have my babies. please have my babies”

he got down to the floor and kissed my feet, “i need you adriana”

“i been wanting to fuck you to this song” *wassam baby* you fine baby you mine baby

“toxic headass” 😮 “it turns me on though” “everytime you yell at me or hit me it turns me on. only you tho”

“toxic assss. i like it tho”

“you be posting shit too. i be going thru that facebook”

you make me orgasm you’re the only girl ive done that with your pussy is so good

“i love your titties but i prefer your ass” i dont even have ass🙄 “do you not realize the view i have when im hitting you ts be bouncing”

0 notes

sunnyjae · 3 years

Note

prompt #41 & #46

dom!jay x switch!femreader

so umm i was thinking abt jealous sex :’D

+ aaaa im your new follower! i just saw your blog yesterday and i swear you write soooo good, your jeonghan fic tho 🙇‍♀️😰😮‍💨 tysm!! 🏃🏻

pls these jay requests have me reeling 😩👍🏻 welcome to my blog omgggg thanks for requesting, sweets!

prompts: #41 “you see that baby? that’s me deep inside you“ + #46 "face down ass up, you know the rules"

the role of the class president ♡ pjs [req]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ dom!jay x fem!reader, switch!reader (alternatively a bratty sub lol)

genre ♡ e2l!au, non-idol!au, smut, mild angst (is banter/arguing considered angst?)

warnings ♡ arguing, lots of kissing, impact play (reader is slapped in the face once), jealousy, mild possessiveness, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, bulge kink

word count ♡ 2.9k

summary ♡ fighting with your enemy is fun, and all the more exciting when he’s jealous

author’s note - it takes me at least three days to write and edit requests lol so i hope you guys understand <3 i’m a full-time student so I need to manage my time well. Thanks lovelies! Check out my masterlist and prompts list here

Jay hated how attractive you were, barely letting him go about his daily business without internally crumbling when you came into class every morning. When you didn't, he found himself especially disappointed. You weren’t the most popular in your class, but everyone knew you pretty well and you were friendly to be around - making Jay’s quiddity a living hell (or so he thought). And although you and Jay had an unspoken hatred of each other, there was something more to your dynamic than just pure animosity: you were convinced of that.

Your Sociology teacher Mr Moon concludes the lesson on Critical Criminology with a clap of his hands, eyes immediately going to Jay Park. Who, in your eyes, is the most self-centred, nosy, egotistical and painfully sexy student you’d ever come across. When he passes you, a waft of cedarwood and musk hits your nose, making you internally curse and press your thighs together.

Jay doesn't do much, let alone even speaks to you and yet has this effect on you. Fuck.

“Clean the classroom after everyone leaves, will you, Jay?” Mr Moon packs his papers and takes his coffee mug in hand. You stay seated as the other students shuffle out, some of your friends waving bye to you as they leave.

Jay nods, watching the teacher follow. His chest tightens as he realises he and you are finally alone.

You open your textbook and look through some of the recently read pages, skimming for some necessary information. As you dig through your bag, you hear Jay open the cupboard at the back of the room with the set of keys Mr Moon must have left for him. Eventually finding your airpods, you notice they’re out of battery as they die as soon as they pair with your phone. Fuck. Now you have no way of distracting yourself.

Your tiny whispered curse gets Jay’s attention and he rolls his eyes for effect. “Studying isn’t that hard.” His voice isn't loud enough to echo in the classroom, but it's clear enough to get your full attention.

Your head snaps to him as he bends to wipe the desks a few feet from you with a wipe he must have procured from the janitor's closet, not looking at you. “I’m recapping some stuff?” you gawk, turning back to your book. “Don’t distract me, I’m busy.”

“Whatever, it’s not like studying is gonna help you anyways.” he adds.

You stand up immediately, swiveling in Jay’s direction again and pointing a finger at him. “I don’t like you.” you pause, suddenly unsure of what insult to throw that is suitable and effective for the situation (a relatable problem, but i digress). “Fuck off.”

He actually laughs at you, hysterically, even going as far as to bend over to rest his hands on his knees through his fit of booming laughter. “Very mature for your age,” he snorts, fingers going back to the wet wipe and swiping down the wood in long strokes.

You straighten your skirt and, slightly embarrassed, clear your throat before sitting down. Fingers playing with your red biro, you bite your lip and continue reading.

Jay suddenly leans over you from behind, the warmth radiating from his chest but not touching you, and that same cedar scent filling your nostrils again makes your heart flutter in well-masked excitement. He places his palm over the paragraph you were (kind of, but not really) reading and furrows his brows. “What are you looking through?”

You swallow, feeling the heat between your legs grow borderline distracting. “Marxist theories on crime.” you sniff.

“Hm. It’s pretty easy to understand - but of course you’re just not very intelligent, are you?” you feel him mock-pouting, and that comment does something to you that you can’t really explain. You’re concerned you’ll gush out onto the chair from your wetness, the skirt would be doing nothing to hide your arousal either, thighs slick and hot.

“Fuck off.” you mutter, “I won’t be intelligent if you don’t leave me alone, you dick.”

He lets out a tight breath, “Ouch. My feelings are hurt.” and the warmth is quickly replaced by the cold of the classroom again as he lifts himself up and heads for the front of the room.

Jay’s blazer does nothing to hide the definition on his arms when he picks up the mop and begins swiping at the floor like nothing ever went on just a few seconds earlier. You have to close your eyes to ground yourself before you jump him and go feral, your anger (you think) really getting the best of you.

When your friend from the year below, Sunoo enters the room with a wide smile, Jay can’t help but narrow his eyes. “Hey,” he settles himself on the desk beside you, the one Jay just wiped down, he reminds himself, tight-lipped.

“Hiya,” you turn to Sunoo, “What brings you to my study hour?”

“Thought I’d keep you company till the next bus.”

“Awe,” you coo, reaching to pinch his cheeks before he slaps your hands away.

Sunoo grimaces at you, “I’m staying for five minutes and then I’m leaving, calm your ass down.”

Jay tries to cancel out your conversation, but of course, your voice being as pretty as it is, he can’t help but perk up at the mention of his name.

“I have Mr Class President Jay with me to keep me company,” you throw him a look, making Sunoo glance his way too. “But he’s just a pretentious ass so he’s no fun.” you pout, and Jay fucking swears he’s never seen anything so cute in his life. If only he could put that pretty mouth to better use-

The tension is rife in the room and Sunoo clocks it immediately.

“Right then, have fun guys, I’m leaving.” he gives Jay a prolonged look as if to say thank me later and exits the classroom as quickly as he got in.

“Wait- Sunoo-” You stand, but your friend leaves with a quick salute and an accomplished smirk on his face.

You sit back down with a tilt of your head, unsure of what to say.

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on that guy,” Jay deadpans, finishing up the mopping job.

You scoff, snatching your bottle and taking a sip of your water. “And if I did? It doesn’t concern you.”

He stops moving and just stands there, facing the board at the front. “No?”

“So you’d date him?” he laughs unamused, biting his lip in anticipation of your answer. Sunoo’s nice, but you don’t really go for your best friends.

He rests the mop against the wall behind the teacher's desk and quickly forgets about his task.

Jay turns around, dark eyes on you already. “I asked you a question: would you date Kim Sunoo?”

Fuck it. “Yeah, if he wants to.”

Jay is silent. Only the sound of heavy breathing fills the room.

He points to the space in front of him. “Come here.”

With a twitch of your brow you question, “You want me to stand in front of you?” crossing your arms defiantly.

“I said come here.” he repeats, voice somewhat different, and the stare he’s pinned you under has you shuddering.

"Some goody-two-shoes rich boy telling me what to do? Funny, that." you smirk to hide your nerves, leaning back and crossing your legs for effect.

"If I have to repeat myself a third time, you'll be in trouble."

You shrug, considering your options. Whatever Jay has to say will have you internally choking so you guess it's just best to follow through.

Standing up from your desk, you make your way to eventually be face to face with the pompous ass of a class president. "What." Your question isn't even a question, you note, realising that you don't care for what he has to reprimand you for, only that he can absolutely fuck you into the next century.

His jaw is tight and he steps closer to you.

You laugh. "Are you jealous? I bet you can't even fuck me properly-"

He slaps your cheek with his fingers, just so he stuns you but doesn't hurt you. Humiliation burns in your stomach. "What the fuck?" you try to grit out, holding the area that was hit with your own fingers, but failing to react angrily enough because you swear you nearly cum from just that.

"Fucking brat," he adds, tone a little melancholic and his expression unreadable at this point.

He holds your chin with one hand and uses the other to pry your fingers off your face, holding your wrist down.

"Get on the desk, ass to me."

You look up at Jay, biting your lip and hesitating in front of him. He's intimidating, and you don't think you've felt so excited before.

"Face down ass up, you know the rules." Jay corners you into the table, throwing his blazer elsewhere and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

"The door is open." you tell him.

"It won't be because I'll close it." he rolls his eyes, stalking over to lock it before returning to his previous position, watching you expose yourself for him.

"I bet you're dripping, aren't you?" he smirks, leaning over you once again to mutter in your ear. "All for Jay. isn't that right?"

"Yeah," you sigh breathily, not feeling the need to lie anymore as you press your cheek into the clean desk.

He laughs over you, head lolling down as his shoulders shake for a few seconds. When he stops, his eyes return to you and begin to rake up the expanse of your back and legs.

You swallow harshly, not knowing how to feel about his reaction.

Pressing his hips into yours, Jay groans as his covered semi-hardness comes in contact with the material of your skirt. The way your hands reach back for god knows what, makes him physically shudder and finally realise fuck this is really happening. Using one hand, the other pressing into the desk beside your waist, he presses his palm into the back of your hand and puts it in front of your face, flat on the surface.

"Tell me again." He whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You feel Jay's fingers now under your skirt and they press into the sopping material on the crotch of your panties. "Who made you wet?"

Biting your lip, you gulp. "Um-"

"No ums - we don't do that here. You speak to me properly."

You breathe in deep and answer softly, "You, Jay. You made me this wet."

"Hm. And remind me," he smirks to himself. "Did you or did you not insult me just then?"

You swallow again. "Yes Jay."

"Are you going to apologise?"

"Will you fuck me if I apologise?"

"Talk back to me again-" his grip on your hand tightens. "We're making some rules, okay, love?"

Love?

"Yes."

"You call me Jay and Jay only. If you insult me, or disobey our rules, don't expect to be able to sit properly for the next two weeks." you're tempted to mutter a playful ooooh scaryyyy but shut up before you do. "Don't talk back to me, and if you do - same thing." he affirms. "If you're good, my good girl, expect to be rewarded. Do you understand?"

When he moves one of his hands to your waist and the other rubs at your clothed slit, you let out a breathy "Yes, Jay." the petname doing whatever the fuck your stomach was doing in the moment.

"Apologise."

"I'm sorry Jay."

"Properly."

"I'm sorry for calling you a pretentious ass and a dick." you stop yourself from laughing, luckily.

"Better." he mutters. "Can I take your panties off, sweetheart?" you nearly choke on your spit at the next petname.

"Yeah, please Jay." you whisper, feeling his lips on your jaw and just under your ear. He kisses at your skin, sensitive, and continues, using both hands to hook his index fingers into the elastic and tug them down slowly.

They eventually come off under your converses and Jay puts them in his pocket for safekeeping.

He finally flips your skirt up and has to hold back from absolutely going to town on you. "Fuck."

Your pussy is out on display for his greedy eyes, messy and wet. So ready. Ready to be eaten out so good. Ready to be fucked into just like that with no necessary prep. “Will you let me eat your pussy, baby?”

“Yes, Jay. Please touch me.”

At that, he falls to his knees behind the teacher’s desk, coming face to face with your pretty pussy and winking asshole. “God, I wish I could take your ass today too.” he lifts a finger to wiggle the tip in. “But I’m saving that for another day.” he sighs, eyes moving to your sopping cunt.

“Please Jay,” you whisper.

He pulls his fingers away, big hands going to hold your hips in his tight grip before diving in feral, eating your pussy like a straight up animal. His tongue slips over the sides of your lower lips teasingly, “Tastes so sweet hon’.”

“I eat a lot of fruit.” you respond with an airy moan, his tongue penetrating your hole.

He laughs, “I like to eat sweet things too,” suckling at your folds and teasingly pressing a kiss onto your clit. You don’t see him look up at you, completely smitten as he fucks his tongue into you, listening to your pretty as fuck moans and whines of his name. The vibrations of his chuckles leave you shaking, knees knocking against each other as your abdomen tightens with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.” you whine, bucking your hips into his face. His nose presses into your puckered hole and he sucks at your clit again.

With one final tug at your labia between his lips, he stands up. You groan at the loss of warmth, but gasp when he shoves you around and sits your ass on the desk, your legs around his hips. He dives in to kiss you and it feels as if his lips meeting yours, and the taste of your sweetness still on them is all you need to fall for an ass like him even more. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he lies you onto your back and swoons internally as you spread yourself open for him. “Please baby,”

He kisses you deeply again, “You’re fucking mine,” he groans, “Not gonna date anyone but me,” Jay adds, “Not gonna spread this pretty pussy for anyone but me, not gonna ever fucking kiss anyone but me, baby.” lips pressing to yours once again, he sucks the breath from your lungs along with the words you were about to articulate.

“Please fuck me, Jay.” you bring him down to your mouth, licking in to taste him again. Your tongues tangle in a passionate battle and he almost loses his balance when he tries to unzip his slacks.

“Yeah, pretty girl, Jayjay’s gonna fuck you so good.” he mutters, tongue swiping at his lower lip. “Spread your pussy for me, baby.”

You bring one hand down and flip your skirt up, using two fingers to spread your labia and expose your winking hole to him.

“Gorgeous, sweetheart. Mine.” he smiles at you, pulling himself out of his boxers, tip already at your entrance. When he eases into you, your eyes are focused on his dark ones. You bite your lip shyly and Jay kisses you softly, hearing the sweet airy satiated sighs escape your lips. “You’re always so pretty for me,” he pulls away, lips cherry red from your tinted lip balm and you coyly smile at him, letting out a hiss and when he finally pushes in fully.

Your eyes drop to your belly and you gasp, stealing the class president’s attention. “Fuck. You see that baby? That’s me deep inside you.” he grins, eyes flicking to yours again.

“Yeah,” you nod softly.

“Fuck, you’re so cute.” he groans, pulling out and pressing back in again until you’re full. Jay leans down to cuddle into you as he fucks you slow and deep, taking in your pleasure-filled gasps.

When your hands find his hair, he looks up at you with soft eyes, completely unlike his earlier demeanor. You pout your lips in need of a kiss and he giggles, submitting to your non-verbal request. He continues fucking you as he kisses you, “This isn’t where I wanted to fuck you this softly.” he whines, holding your waist.

“You can fuck me slow when you come over tonight.” you tell him, stroking the sides of his head, “Right now I recall you called me dumb,” you laugh.

He pulls himself up, the snaps of his hips quickening in pace, making you hiss. “Ah, fuck.”

“You’re my dumb little girl,” he corrects you, smirking. “How about I fuck you here, then we go to your house and I stay over,” Jay adds, “And I take you out tomorrow,” he continues,

“And then I fuck you again,”

author’s note - I like this one lol

#jay park smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen smut #jay enhypen smut #kpop smut asks #kpop smut requests #kpop smut #enhypen smut requests #enhypen smut asks

1K notes · View notes

dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

Text

Private Show

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I hope y'all like this fic! Procrastination is a horrible thing. I felt so dirty writing this, even though I do this almost every single time.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Camboy Male reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Bottom male reader, Top Chris Evans, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, and jealous Chris?

Word Count: 3195

Summary: Chris Evans wants you to give him a private show. Just you and him over a webcam. But maybe he’ll get to meet you in person.

I hope you’ll enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And for any errors that are found.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can go to my masterlist.

KEYS:

M/N: Male name

L/n: Last name

C/U/N: Chris Username (Y’all get to decide what name he gets. Couldn’t come up with anything)

F/S/D: Favorite Starbucks Drink (You never had Starbucks, then just pick a random drink)

E/c: Eye color

H/c: hair color

«⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕»

DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE OR DISRESPECT TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES. THIS IS JUST FICTION.

I may have changed the request a little bit… (actually, I think I changed everything.)

ALSO, YOU ARE AGE 25 YEARS OLD IN THIS! Okay, that’s it, you may proceed to the fic.

MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZED ANY OF MY STORIES

«⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕»

*Sigh*

Chris sighed as he was sitting there naked and with his cock in his hands. He rubbed his head in frustration, throwing his head back. ‘Same old stuff.’ He thought. He hasn’t jerked off in months, and so he was extra horny.

He was scrolling through several different porn videos on Pornhub but nothing interested him. ‘What about something new?’ He thought, moving his cursor to open a new tab.

His fingers were typing away to look up a specific type of porn. Once done, it read, “Gay Pornhub”, he pressed enter. The page loaded to show many types of porn videos, Chris had never seen before.

‘What about this one?’ Chris thought, clicking on the video and waiting for it to load. The title was, “Step-daddy and Step-son ‘Hanging’ out” video was done loading.

The video started with a young male with a lean but somewhat muscular body, lying on his stomach reading something on his phone.

He was only wearing underwear that hugged his ass amazingly.

The camera zoomed in on the boy's plumped ass. Moving up slowly. Chris has to admit, the boy was sexy as hell. Then an older man came in. He looked to be 30 or something. He was the definition of daddy and alpha.

He was shirtless, showing off his hairy chest and muscular body. "Since your mother is out, how about we hang out?" The guy said in the video.

The other male nodded. The next scene was them both hanging out, watching TV. The camera then zoomed in on the step-dad crotch. He had a noticeable bulge.

"I can help you with that daddy. I know mom doesn't let you touch her or have sex with her, but you can touch me." The young man said, rubbing the other guy's bulge.

He spoke in a seductive tone that turned Chris on. His meaty cock got rock hard from the boy seducing the hot daddy.

"Fuck, m/n! Do you want to be a good boy for daddy? How about you wrap that little mouth around my cock?" The daddy growled into the m/n's ears.

'So that's his name?' Chris thought, rubbing his cock to the two males now making out.

It then escalated to m/n removing the man's boxers and giving him the best blowjob of his life.

"That's right m/n~ wrap those pretty lips around my big cock… oh fuck… you suck cock better than your mother. A good little slut for me." The older male said, running his fingers through your soft hair.

Chris's cock was leaking already, cock head becoming red. "So fucking hot! Better than regular porn." He said, throwing his head back in pleasure.

The camera view turned into 1st point of view, with the older male looking down at the other one giving the blowjob.

Chris's mind began to change. Instead of thinking about females' lips wrapped around his cock, it was filled with the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock.

'Want those beautiful lips around my cock.' Chris thought, jerking off faster to the thought.

Then he heard moaning. "A-ah~ daddy! Mmm… wreck my… b-boy pussy!" You moaned as the other male thrust into him.

"Yeah, I'll fuck this little boy pussy. Such a slut, seducing your step-dad into cheating on his wife with her son? But this is worth it." The other male groaned as he felt you tighten around him.

'Yeah, like that baby. Tighten that sweet boy pussy around my cock. Milk me off my cum.' Chris moaned, wishing he was the one fucking your plumped ass. Rubbing his nipples for more stimulation.

"Mmm, daddy, please! Keep fucking me!" You moaned as the daddy picked up the pace.

'Don't worry baby. Daddy will fuck you faster.' Chris was lost in his thoughts of fucking you.

He began to thrust his cock into his hands, thinking it was your tight hole. It's was only his first gay porn video, and he was already hooked.

Much hotter than straight porn. Most specifically, he was hooked on you. "F-fuck… I'm gonna cum~"

'Cum for me baby. Gonna fill these buns with my cream!' Chris groaned, jerking off faster, nearing his end.

"CUMMING!" you moaned, your cock releasing its load. The daddy in the video burst inside you.

Chris felt cum burst out of his cock and all over his muscular chest. 'That was the best orgasm I ever had.'

Chris never shoots that big of a load before. This was his first. 'So fucking hot.' Though Chris was kind of jealous of the man in the video.

(Mostly because he got to fuck you and cum inside.)

Chris found his new favorite porn to jack off to. And a new favorite pornstar.

«⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕»

Over the next few days, Chris was hooked. Curiosity got to him again.

He wanted to know if there were more videos with you. Your name was mentioned in the video, so he just looked you up. And there you were. A verified account, millions of views, a lot of followers.

Chris binge-watched all your videos, cumming several times. He at least came 4 times, draining his big cum-filled of its essences after months.

He got premium just to watch your other videos. It was safe to say, he was kind of obsessed with you.

he was kind of jealous of the guys that got to have sex with you. He loved the way you moan, your beautiful face, and your plumped ass. The way it jiggles whenever the other guy would thrust into you.

Even though it all started days ago. He wanted to feel your hole clench around him, your fat ass jiggling whenever he thrust his pelvis into you. When Chris found out about your only onlyfans, he immediately made an account.

And since then became your biggest donator. He would donate hundreds of thousands of dollars. You took notice of this.

XxxXxxX (I don’t think I did this part correctly?)

Chris was sitting there, cock in hand, as he watched you over a webcam. He gave his cock a few strokes. It was rock-hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip.

You were shoving a large 10-inch dildo inside your plump tight hole. Chris was turned on by your hole just swallowing the whole thing. Of course, he had dirty thoughts about having sex with you. He could imagine the way your hole would swallow his cock.

He was also reading the comments. And of course, they were filled with horny people. Mostly men. Some were:

“You make me so horny!” “Shove that dildo inside that tight boy-pussy!”

“I wanna fuck you.” this made Chris a little jelly

“Boy-pussy is probably still tight.”

Your moans were music to his ears. "You wish this dildo was you, daddies? You want to fuck my boy-pussy?" You moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

'Fuck, yes baby boy. I want to fuck that little hole. Have you riding daddy’s 12-inch cock.' Chris groans, stroking his cock faster. He was close and you were close too.

“You wanna cum inside me? Want me to milk your cock of all its cum?” you said, thrusting the dildo faster while dirty talking to your audience. It hit your prostate deep inside.

Chris stroked his cock harder at the thought. ‘Fuck yeah… Wanna cum inside that ass.’ he could feel his cock twitch, pre-cum gushing out from the tip. “F-fuck, daddy! I’m close.”

'Cum for daddy baby boy. Cum all over you that chest of yours. Be a good slut for me!'

"I'M CUMMING!" You moaned. 'Me too!' Chris groaned, his meaty cock shooting its load. His cum covered his chest and hand.

At that time, you came as well. Your cock twitched a little. "I wish this dildo was your cock and you were filling me up." You said before ending it.

'Me too baby boy. Wish I was there.’

«⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕»

Chris was at a local Starbucks in Boston. Ordering some tea, but then he noticed a familiar face among the crowd of people. ‘He lives in this area?!’ Chris thought, watching you in the distance drinking your F/S/D. You were sitting alone.

He noticed that you were typing away on a laptop. Then he began to take in your features, your soft plumped lips wrapped around the straw, sucking up the liquid, beautiful e/c focused on the laptop, and soft, puffy h/c.

You could feel someone watching, but when you looked, no one was looking at you. Chris turned away before you spotted him. He probably looked creepy to everyone else. ‘Stupid, stupid!’ face-palming himself.

‘Should I go talk to him? Wait, how old is he even? He looks young.’ Chris thought, debating whether to go or not. In the end, he decided to shoot his shot. (Not in a sexual way. Not yet.)

Chris made his way towards you and asked, “Is this seat taken?” you looked up at the person and noticed a tall muscular white man (IDK if I can say that.) He looked pretty handsome. ‘Daddy material. Maybe I can get into his pants- Goddamn thought.’

You shake your head no. He smiled at you before sitting down and sipping his cup of tea. “So, I think I should start with introductions. My name is Chris. Chris Evans.”

You cracked your neck and knuckles. “You play Captain America? Well, my name is M/n. M/n L/n.” you said, taking a few more sips from your F/s/d.

You both talked about random things. Chris found out you were 25 years old and more things about you. And most importantly, a pornstar. Chris was curious about how you got into the porn industry.

“So, how did you get into this sort of stuff?” Chris questioned, sipping his tea while making eye contact with you. You took time to comprehend what he said.

“Oh, um… you see, I started it because I needed the money to support myself and to pay for college. I attend MIT.” you said, looking down in embarrassment. Chris decided to shoot his shot.

(You both left the Starbucks and are walking through the streets of Boston)

“I could be your Sugar Daddy. Who do you think gives you all that money?” Chris said, smirking at you. Your jaw dropped at this new information.

“Wait, your C/U/N? I-” you were lost for words. Chris looked around to make sure no one was looking and there wasn’t anyone. Then he pinned you against the wall.

“What do you say… baby boy?” Chris said, lifting your chin and whispering the last part into your ear. You smirked at him. “Mmm, maybe... I should reward you for being my top contributor.”

“Let’s take this to my place.” Chris offered.

«⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕»

Chris was sitting on his bed waiting for you to come out. He felt the cold air on his naked muscular chest. His cock aching inside his boxers, which gave a noticeable bulge.

Then he heard the bathroom door open. His breath was caught in his throat. You were probably the sexiest guy he has ever seen. He could see your lean but muscular build. You walked towards and straddled his lap. His cock was pressed against your cheeks.

“I would like to thank you for your support. I’ll give you a private show,” you said seductively into his ear. You traced your tongue against his neck. Chris snapped at that point.

Suddenly, you felt two strong hands grab your hips and his scruffy beard buried in your neck. You moaned as Chris nipped at your neck, leaving hickeys. “You taste so delicious. I always dreamed of this.” Chris admitted while rubbing his bulge against your ass.

You moaned as Chris massaged and groped your ass. “Why don’t you be a good little slut and suck daddy’s cock?” Chris said, pushing you between his legs. You smirked at him before removing his last article of clothing. You were met with the most beautiful thing, Chris’s cock.

It was probably the biggest you saw. The biggest you have ever seen was 10 inches, but Chris looked to be 12 inches long and thick as a wine bottle. There was a prominent vein that leads to the tip and big cum-filled balls.

“I know it’s amazing, but I want that slutty mouth on my cock.” Chris said in a cocky tone. No pun intended.

You gave his cock a few kitten licks on the side. You traced your slick tongue up the large vein and tasted his salty pre-cum. Chris groaned, moving his fingers through your hair.

“OH FUCK!” Chris moaned, feeling your warm, wet mouth swallow his cock. You sucked on his cock like your life depended on it. You rolled his balls as well, Chris threw his head back in pleasure.

“You sure know how to suck cock, M/n! I never had this good of a blowjob.” Chris moaned. You moved from his cock to suck his big balls as you stroked his cock. Chris’s chest was moving up and down.

You could feel his cock twitch and pulse in your hand. Suddenly, you were lifted off the ground and pushed onto the bed. (On your back) “Tighten your thighs,” Chris said, using his dominant alpha voice. And you did just that.

Chris inserted his meaty cock in between your thick, soft thighs. “Oh fuck. Such beautiful thighs.” Chris groans as he fucks your thighs. He used your thighs like a fleshlight. You moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing through your thighs. ‘I want him inside!’ you whine needily.

“You want me inside you, baby? Don’t worry, daddy will give you just that.” Chris said, removing his cock from within your thighs and moving down to see your little hole.

Chris lathered his fingers with lube and pressed it against your hole. “Mmm.” Chris could see your clench and unclench which was more of a turn-on. He circled his fingertip around your hole before pushing it in.

You clenched around his thick finger as it pushed further in. “Such a tight ass. Even after all those guys fucked the hell out of you.” He then added another finger, stretching your hole to take his cock.

‘Where is that place?’ Chris thought until he heard you moan. “A-ah…” you moaned as he found your sweet spot. ‘Guess I found it.’

"Please, I need you inside daddy! I wanna feel your fat cock split me open!" You begged, moving back onto his finger.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck your brains out. Make you my personal cumdump. My little slutty whore. I'll give you what you want!" Chris growled, removing his fingers and placing his meaty cock against your ass.

"Thrust that cock inside-" before you could finish your sentence, Chris thrust his whole cock inside you. You could feel your home stretch as he settled in.

"Fuck! Your hole is still tight after fucking so many guys! So warm and tight. Better than that pocket pussy I use." Chris groaned as you tightened around him.

"P-please… don't be gentle… fuck me rough." You begged.

"What do you think I'm gonna do? But first, switch positions, I want you on your knees." Chris said, not taking his cock out. You moved onto your knees with Chris’s cock still inside. “Now… let’s get to the main course.”

Chris pulled his cock all the way out before thrusting back in. “A-ahh!” the room filled with the sounds of skin-slapping, moans, groans, and growls. He was hitting the right spot with every thrust.

“My little slut, how does it feel to get fucked by a real man? This is what you were made for, to serve fat cocks like mine, but too bad, cause I ain’t sharing you.” Chris growled, gripping your hips as he thrusts faster.

“Y-you fuck… m-me better than… anyone e-else! Your cock… is m-much and t-thicker! P-please… c-claim me as… y-yours!” You moaned as Chris’s thrusts became rougher and he kept hitting your prostate. Your cock was aching to release its load.

“I always dreamed of this happening. Me fucking your plumped boy-pussy. I would fuck a pocket pussy thinking it was your hole.” Chris said, leaning down to your ear and licking. You clench around his cock at the thought. You gripped the bedsheets as he kept hitting your pleasure spot.

“Now it’s reality. - OH FUCK - I’m gonna cum soon!” Chris said, holding you tighter and thrusting faster. You could feel his cock twitch and your cock was twitching too. “M-me too… daddy! P-please… cum inside me!”

Chris gave one last thrust before filling you up with his hot load. You could feel his cum squirt out of his tip. His cum was the filling to your donut. (IDK where I was going with that.) And at the same time, your cock shot its load all over the bedsheets. Chris pulled his cock out to see his cum dripping out.

Chris collapsed onto the bed next to you. You rolled over and placed your head on his chest. “That was the best sex I ever had. Even though you weren’t my first,” you said, moving your hands down to his toned abs.

“Also, I gladly accept your offer. Maybe this will evolve into something else.” You said, moving your hand down to his limp cock and slowly jerking it. Chris’s breath hitched.

“Also, I can also be a power bottom. I have a lot of stamina left so prepare for round 2.”

THE END

A/n: I hoped y’all enjoyed this fic! Now I have to work on kinktober. Anyways, bye my🍓 little strawberries🍓!

#x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male reader imagine #chris evans #chris evans fic #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans x male reader #camboy male reader #camboy #camboy!au #top chris evans #bottom male reader #chris evans x camboy male reader #requested #rough smut

1K notes · View notes

chosossprincesss · 2 years

Text

Death of a Bachelor pt. 3

✧ Part 1 Part 2

✧ PAIRINGS: Pornstar!Choso x Reader, slight Yuji x Reader

✧ GENRE: Slice-of-life, romance, eventual smut and some humor :)

✧ Warnings: Whehheeewww...so here we go: Smut! So much Smut, oral (f.receiving), penetrative sex, degradation, swearing, use of the word slut but make it loving lol, dub-con! not really but if you squint? idk just wanna make sure, everything is 100% consensual tho, cliffhanger haha, choso is a menace, ringplay...(?),oofc yuuji :(, choking soooo light breathplay, idk what else to tag but yeah this is mature content for people of age! so minors dni

Important note: The reader is called Yue in this. !

✧

Soooo...here it is finally!

I know it took me a while but I'm grateful you were so patient :)

This is really long, like 15 pages, I read over it soooo often so if there are still mistakes be gentle with me, this is not my first language.

I'm always happy to hear what you think and I just wanted to remind everyone that my requests are currently open so just send an ask my way if you got a valentine I could write you a little something for lol.

Anyways, enough from me!

Enjoy this smutfest with Choso and Yue ;) and remember safe sex is sexy sex. Don't be like them, children!

All my love,

Kiko <3

﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋

The cab came to a screeching halt, it had started to rain as told by the soft thuds against the window. Megumi turned around, looking at you with a slight furrow of his brows, as he saw Yuuji half molten into your heavily breathing figure. The two of you made eye contact and it was as if Megumi could read your mind, as if he could feel that it was time for him to intervene.

“Alright, Yue, I’ll help you out,” Megumi said pointedly, as he moved to get up and slammed the door shut. That woke Yuta, who started groaning and moving next to you. Eventually Megumi appeared at the door to your left, opening it forcefully and grabbing Yutas arm. Yuta was still dizzy, lids hanging heavy and he did not find it in him to protest Megumi nor question what was happening. With quick, languid movements you escaped from Yuujis iron grip and shot him one last look, before exiting the taxi into the cold night rain. Megumi let go of a still past tipsy Yuta, who like a little animal taken from its nest, hurriedly scurried back onto his seat, closing the door.

“You good?” Megumi asked, as you stood in front of him, looking through your belongings to make sure nothing was left behind.

“Um yeah, just more than ripe for bed and kind of dreading tomorrow,” you answered jokingly, oblivious to Megumis stern eyes on you and the worry radiating off him.

“I can talk to Yuuji, you know?” your tall best friend said, as the two of you made your way around the cab towards the door of your apartment complex, he caught onto the surprise flashing in your eyes,”I’m sure he’d understand, that you’re not-”, Megumi scratched the back of his head, looking for a way to voice his concern, but you brought a hand to his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze to let him now, you were fine.

“Don’t worry about me too much, Megumi. Worry instead about these two overgrown babies,” you laughed pointing to Yuuji and Yuta snoring in the backseat of the cab.

Megumi smiled slightly, his expression showing that he was still reluctant to let you go,”come on, we’ll be soaked if we stand around any longer.”

Megumi agreed and ruffled your hair as a good-bye, before vanishing back into the car. You watched as he said something to the driver and they pulled out of the drive-way. Suddenly as you were alone there in the rain, in the cold, you felt exhaustion rattle your bones. It was making its way through you, sinking deep into your limbs and eyes, and you realized just how much you were longing for your warm and comfortable bed. At this point, you thought to yourself, I’ll leave the rest to me tomorrow.

✧

To your surprise the next morning almost all of your troubles seemed to vanish into thin air.

Neither did you have a hangover, nor did Yuuji seem to remember the events in the cab last night and there was no uncomfortable energy surrounding the two of you at work.

But as you made your way to the playground with a bunch of five year olds, you realized that there were two things indeed not in your favor. On the soft patch of your neck, that just yesterday a certain pink haired friend of yours had assaulted, a moderate but suspicious, purplish mark had formed. Thanks to Yuuji, you were now wearing a bandaid on the side of your neck, that maybe fooled your little charges but anyone over the age of fourteen would surely look right through that little act and the thought filled you with hot shame. Teenagers covered up hickeys, not a grown-up kindergarten teacher.

The fact that Yuuji had not commented at all on the absurdly placed bandaid told you that maybe he remembered more about last night than he let on. After all the commotion yesterday and having fallen victim to a brutal wave of exhaustion, you had totally forgot to text a certain already rather pissed Sex-on-legs.

Fuck.

And just as you expected, Choso was indeed pissed. Not only had he barely slept, since the rest of his friends had insisted on staying till three in the morning at the bar, but he had neither received an answer from you, nor a follow request on any of his social medias.

Maybe you did not use Instagram fine, it was probably in his favor - you not seeing his profile, if he was honest.

Choso was on his upteenth cigarette, as he decided to take a walk, before his shoot in the evening. He was still in black sweats and a gray tank, as he had just gotten done sweating out the drugs in his system by working out. Not only that but working out always seemed to help take his mind off things. Or of someone that seemed to haunt his thoughts lately. When Choso woke up around noon, he had almost subconsciously reached for his phone immediately checking his messages. 0.

Angrily he had grit his teeth as he rose from the bed, to take a shower. He was angry and that made him feel especially helpless, as he noticed his very apparent arousal.

That mix of anger and arousal was still lingering on him, as he made his way through the park. Choso could not think of the last time he had mimed his brain like this over someone. Something immature and prideful kept the man from just double texting you. As Choso made his way through the park currently overrun by families, dog owners and teenagers a sound made him stop dead in his tracks. Chosos ears perked up to catch the sound again, just to be completely sure.

But as he turned to the side, gaze locked onto the playground a mere couple of meters away, he had to gulp.

Hard.

It really was your laugh echoing over to him in waves. Chosos jaw clenched at the sight. There she stood, a toddler perched on her hips as another two were dragging her along by her hand.

His spine began to tingle at the sight, memories of his childhood flashed in front of him, before they turned into a vision of the future. You, just like this, with his children on your hips.

What the fuck was he thinking, he bit down on his tongue hard, to shake the thought, no

matter how enticing it felt to give in. Chosos head snapped back up as he heard your soft laugh again, eyes narrowed into slits at the sight before him. There was a man, your co-worker he presumed, perched on a bench, shouting something over at you, that as Choso now understood, was the cause of your laughter.

These coincidences of running into you were getting too much, Choso thought to himself as he tried to ignore something ugly, green and vile bubbling up in his chest. People run into each other all the time right? Calling it a stroke of luck or fate would seriously be pushing it, Choso reasoned with himself as he tried to tear his eyes away and keep walking. You were just some girl.

His head snapped back to where you were, at the sound of you laughing once again, he could feel his toes curling at the sight of you now sitting next to your co-worker and the dude getting way too close to you. Maybe he’s the one who called you yesterday, tearing you away from Choso, responsible for him not being able to feel your hand on his face a little bit longer, and now that asshole was sitting there, making you laugh, invading your personal space. A part of Choso was pleading with himself, begging for him not to care, to keep going, to stay the way he was, to not give in to the cracks currently threatening his peace of mind, to stay as he was: alone, uncaring, unfeeling.

But the way you had talked to him, looked at him, listened to him, opened up to him, had given him glimpses not only of what could be, but what once was. It was wrong to burden you with a responsibility you could not know about, to make you something you’re not.

The crazy thing is, if you had not touched him, maybe he could turn away. But after having felt your warmth on his skin, Choso knew he had to act.

“Urgh, I’m really not on top of my game today,” Yuuji groaned next to you, wrapping his fingers behind his head, eyes perched onto your little charges running around the playground. You giggled softly.

“I told you drinking on weekdays is bad,” you sneered, playfully flicking his nose. Yuuji let out an exaggerated shriek and rubbed his nose, feigning an actual injury. His ember eyes fixed yours, as he drew closer to you, one arm coming to rest on the bench.

“Where did you run off to yesterday, Yue,” Yuuji asked, all playfulness gone from his voice, and you caught his deep, dark eyes traveling down to where the bandage was sitting on your neck. Maybe if he had forgotten yesterday's events, Yuuji was suspecting someone else of having had a go at the soft spot, how ironic, you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to say something, two of Yuujis eyes suddenly shot up to where the bandaid was, and you pulled back as you realized he was about to pull it off of you.

“What happened there, Yue?”, Yuujis voice dropped an octave as he spoke,it was weird seeing him like this and it reminded you of how he had grabbed onto you yesterday. Hungry, possessive even. The situation was almost funny to you, the thought that your pink haired friend was jealous of himself. But as much as you tried keeping your thoughts light and playful, you felt anxiety rise up at what this could possibly mean. Did your best friend since preschool have feelings for you? Actual, grown up feelings?

Little did you know that your unassuming, ray of sunshine friend was boiling inside, his thoughts running at a thousand miles per hour. Yuuji remembered what happened that day, in fact he had not been as drunk as you thought he’d been. All he wanted now, looking into your eyes, scanning how your breath picked up, was to hear you say it was him. That it was him that marked you up. To feign shock and then lure out of you whether you liked him being close to you.When Yuuji was unable to find you yesterday he had grown increasingly nervous, nervous about where and with whom you were.

His tipping point had been, when Nobara drunkenly told him and Megumi about your little date. Yuuji may not have shown it, but he knew exactly who his brunette friend was talking about.

In a lust filled haze, when nothing but porn seemed to work, and he was unable to think clearly about what he was doing, he had more than once stumbled over ‘Chosos’ videos.

It’s not like he seeks out that kind of porn, but it's almost as if that dude with the black streak across his nose gets shoved in your face on every possible platform.

Yuuji wasn’t big on using porn to get off to, actually, and this is something he’d never dared to tell you about, he much prefered scrolling through an album on his camera roll called ‘Yue’. So knowing that his wonderful, lamb-like, angelic Yue had been in proximity to a monster like Choso sent his mind reeling and blood boiling.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he had seen you with him outside the bar, standing there with him, unable to reach you since the door was blocked by gossiping people. It felt like a stab to the back, as he saw you cradle that asshole's face,

Chosos mere closeness to you threatening to defile the beautiful flower Yuuji had worked so hard to protect, not daring himself to soil you with his longing. Your best friend wanted you to know what kind of person the tatted star actually was, that nothing good comes from these people and for once he wanted to have some kind of ownership over you, showing off to the world that you were his.

Yuuji almost lost control in the cab, feeling your breasts press into him, feeling how soft and tender your skin is. He almost lost control, when your scent invaded his brain. He had held back for so long, not wanting you to be corrupted, not even by himself, but still Yuuji wanted you to see him as more than just your friend, more than a boy. Yuuji desperately wanted you to understand that he was a man.

“You idiot,” your chuckling made Yuuji crash back into reality, as your hand came up and pushed against his forehead, pressing him back, away from you,” that was you, Mr. Promiscuous.”

It was obvious that you were joking. But Yuuji wanted to press you for details.

So he just said nothing, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Maybe next time don’t give your best friend a hickey, huh?” you whispered, voice low so the kids wouldn’t hear you. A mischievous grin was playing on your beautiful lips, but Yuuji had to gulp hard, as his castle in the sky threatened to come crumbling around him. Best friend, huh.

“Yo,” a stern, gloomy voice rattled both you and Yuuji, the two of you whipping around to stare at the big, looming figure standing a little to the side of the bench. Your eyebrow flew up at the mouth-watering sight of Choso, muscular arms bared to the world, long, inky strands of hair plastered to his face that were covered in a sheen of sweat.

It was unfair how you immediately felt a swirl of arousal settle deep in your tummy, while simultaneously your nerves started perking up. A dizzying concoction started brewing in your body, at the sight of his heaving chest, and inscrutable eyes fixed to your own.

If you had paid closer attention to Yuuji you could have felt him stiffen in his seat next to you, glaring at Choso who looked rather unfazed,” mind if I steal her for a second?” Choso said, making it sound rather like an order than a question.

“Actually-” Yuuji put to say, but was interrupted when you rose from your seat, shooting him an apologetic look, “ I’ll be right back, sorry, Yuu,” you assured him, the realization that you still hadn’t had the common decency to text Choso hitting you like a bus.

Yuuji had to gulp down venomous thoughts and feelings, as he continued staring daggers into Choso, who did not budge for even a second. Choso shot him an almost arrogant grin, when the two of you turned around to walk a little further away. Had this not been work, had he not been in a position where he had to stay back, to watch the children, he would’ve stormed after you, saving you from the tall, dark haired man.

One of the kids beat him to it and even though Yuuji knew the two of you probably wanted to speak in private, he did not chase after the little girl, following Yue and Choso.

“Hey!”, a little hand grabbed onto Chosos top, stopping him in his tracks, he peered at the adorable little chubby face, looking up at him with wide eyes,” are you Yues husband?” the curious little girl asked, a big smile sprawled over her tiny features, before you had a chance to order her back to where she’d come from.

Heat threatened to engulf you completely at the question, your palms felt clammy, as you stumbled over your words. You heard Choso let out a surprised laugh.

“Eriko, that’s a rude question to ask a stranger,” you lightly scolded her, crouching down to come face to face with the adorable, little girl,” he is not my husband.”, you quickly added, even though you felt yourself stumble over your words. From your position you couldn’t see Chosos soft gaze on you.

“Then are you also a kindergarten teacher?”, Eriko insisted, looking up at Choso with big eyes, she barely reached his thigh in height. Choso mumbled something as you also looked up at him.

“Actually I’m someone who teaches people how to have children in the first p-”, you smacked him, stunned at his bluntness and feeling your face grow impossibly hotter, urgh, Yuuji would scold you for letting Choso say something like that, you began stuttering, as you saw Erikos face scrunched up in confusion, thoughts rattling inside her brain, trying to understand what he had meant. It appeared to you that your hand was still resting where you had smacked Choso, near his upper thigh and you gulped hard, as you got up, fishing the little girl into your arms.

“Eriko, I promise to play with you later if you go back to your friend Yuuji now, okay?”, you pressed, voice strained, working hard on not letting the little girl catch your wonky disposition and pestering you for details. Eriko did as she was told, though an obvious pout was on her face, as she trotted back, stumbling over her big scarf.

“I guess you can tell that this is a rather bad moment for me to chat with you,” you said as you finally mustered up the courage to look at Choso.

“Are you playing hard to get?”

“Excuse me?”, you were a bit confused by his question.

“Well, you see, Yue,” Choso stated, stepping closer to you, head tilting to the side, as he was watching you with the same predatory look you’d seen in his movies before,” you didn’t hold your promise twice, so it’s either that, pretty girl, and you’re teasing me” he drew even closer, getting in your face, so you could clearly see the swirls in his iris and long, thick lashes framing his beautiful eyes,”or you’re trying to rile me up and make me really, really mad.”

You had to take a deep breath, steadying yourself, trying to pull yourself together by remembering that you’re at work,” well, It’s working Yue, you nearly got me going crazy.”

I barely know this man, you tried to reason with yourself, trying to deny that you also felt an inexplicable pull towards Choso. But this was all moving too fast, you reasoned with yourself. You were still struggling to collect your thoughts as you caught Chosos dark eyes wandering to the band-aid on your neck.

Oh fuck, you thought, closing your eyes and cursing the gods for equipping you with the bad luck of an otome game main character. This is going into the exact opposite direction that you had wanted for it to go. If this was the last straw that’d make Choso decide to leave you in the gutter, you could not blame him. After almost two years of not getting any action now you’d have to explain to a pornstar (-how’d that even happen? Thanks Nobara…) that the hickey on your neck is…platonic?

Chosos eyes widened almost unnoticeable and just for a second. You expected him to pull away from you. But to your surprise his lips turned upwards into a smile.

“Yue,” his voice sounds hoarse, dry - angry,” I think you owe me an explanation.”

“Choso, I-” your throat tightened, as panic spread through your body like a wildfire.

“When are you off work?”

✧

This?

This was not in a hundred, not in a thousand years how you had expected your Thursday evening to go. But here you were, with Choso, opening the door to your apartment. As soon as the door stood open, you turned into a ghost, the blood freezing in your veins at the sight of compromising and miscellaneous items cluttering your apartment. Not only were there varying bras (not the good, lacy kind…) draped almost artistically over your couch and floor, but your plushies were neatly lined up and waiting for you on the bed.

Chosos heavy boots dragged along the wooden floor behind you, unaware of your panicked expression. This is nightmarish, you thought to yourself, glancing at Choso who seemed rather unfazed by the whole situation. The realization crept up on you, that he was basically a stranger, someone you talked to maybe three times. Yuujis voice rang in your ears, no matter how much you tried to drown him out, how hurt he had sounded and the things he had said.

Earlier, back at the kindergarten, when you had gotten ready to leave, Yuuji had entered the employee room, closing the door behind him with a loud thud. Up to that point you had been oblivious to his anger, almost on purpose, unwilling to add his anger to the turmoil going in your life at the moment. But then, an argument erupted, unlike any other the two of you had ever had in your many years of friendship.

“What has gotten into you,Yue?,” Yuuji had muttered - venomous tone, leaving no doubt about how mad he was at you,” do you have any fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

Your eyes widened at hearing him swear, expression turned sour.

“What are you on about?” you shot back, trying to make it clear, that you did not owe him anything, no explanation, and he was stepping out of line.

“You know he’s just using you for a fuck right? How gullible are you, yue? That asshole probably fucks god knows how many girls every night, and you think you’re special?” his words hit you like daggers, a blunt, uncomfortable anger eating away at you, your chest becoming tight at his words.

Yuuji was getting ahead of himself, foolishly insulting you, when all he wanted was to protect you, he winced at his own words, but the contempt bubbling inside him was stronger.

“You’re the asshole, Yuuji, listen to you!” you all but shouted at him, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Yue! He’s gonna hurt you, you think a dude like him cares whether you feel good? Do you have any idea what kind of a person he is?” Yuuji ramble on, you were desperately trying to get a word in, but Yuuji had already talked himself into a rage,” he’ll fuck you and leave, and I dont know whats worse, that you’re seriously naive enough to fall for him or what kind of person you are that you’d even consider someone like him, I-”

The sound of your hand against his cheek, filled the suddenly quiet room. Quiet was an understatement - devoid of all sound, not even the sound of your breath..

Yuuji was the one to make a sound first, something throaty, almost like croaking, then you started blinking, breathing rapidly, still not completely processing what had just happened. Yuujis cheek turned red quickly, as his palm came up to stroke the tender spot.

You tried to say something, to apologize somehow, to collect your thoughts, to-to do anything. But Yuuji beat you to it, a huff escaped his lips, and after that he was gone, with a thud of the door even louder than when he came in.

Had you not been so mad, maybe you’d cried. Or tried to call him, or anything, but the anger won, again and again, it was just too hard to grasp that someone you cared so much for, would speak to you like that, would stand in your way when finally you began to trust yourself, to break out of your shell.

After the third call from Nobara and the sixth text from Megumi, you shut off your phone.

Now you were standing in your kitchen with Choso who seemed to dwarf your counters - and you.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, it was like in a painting, where your attention is drawn to the point of contrast, and in your bright and neutral home, Choso was the point of biggest contrast, with his dark clothes, his inky strands of hair, and towering height.

But Choso had, since you knew him, become the point of contrast also in your life, turning it into a whirlwind, making you question things you had formerly been so sure about, making you rediscover a long neglected part of yourself.

If only you could forget what Yuuji had said about him, that he was cruel, that he was deceiving you, going to hurt you. Of course you wanted to trust yourself, your gut feeling, but Yuuji was right, you had seen what Choso could be like, and it did scare you.

And now you were here with him. Alone in your apartment. Goosebumps ran along your spine at the thought, fear mixing with something primal, he could have his way with you if he wanted, he could devour you, break you, and the dark longing in his eyes made you believe that he might.

“D-do you want to drink something? I have,um, water and soda”, you tried calming your nerves, trying not to make it too obvious how nervous you really were.

“Are you okay?” Choso asked, calmly, embodying the complete opposite of you.

“Yes, sorry, it’s just, uhm Yuuji”, you tried to sound neutral, but your tone betrayed you.

“Your co-worker?” Chosos eyes dragged along the band-aid still sticking to your neck.

“Hmhm, we had a fight, I’m still trying to figure out what set it off, but he-he’s unhappy about me seeing you, I guess,” it felt uncomfortable to talk about it, when it was still so fresh, Chosos head was slightly tilted to the side, as if he was encouraging you to keep going,” I guess he’s a tad over-protective”, you smiled, joking as a way to ease the tension.

“He wants to fuck you.”

Though you wanted to reply something, defend your relationship with Yuuji, the task of closing your newly opened mouth was taking up your energy. To put it simply you were baffled. Not because the sentiment was completely new to you, obviously after everything that happened the thought had crossed your mind more than enough, but - well, hearing it put into words like this was just a little overwhelming. Hearing it stated so plainly, by no one else but Choso, who somehow seemed to have brought this whole mess on in the first place.

“In fact”, Choso said lowly while closing the distance between the two of you,”I bet he was the one to give you this,” his long, thick fingers came up to your neck, cold metal of his rings sending shivers down your back, and in one swift motion the bandage came off your neck. Chosos eyes were fixed on the mark, one eyebrow slightly raised, seemingly unaware of how shallow your breath had become.

The air was filled with anticipation, something seemed to linger in his gaze, some sort of inner turmoil, and his jaw was clenched in an effort to hold back from what Choso actually wanted to do. For reasons only his subconscious knew Choso was aware how scared you were, he could smell it, taste it almost - the sweet rush of adrenaline. Every fiber in his body seemed to scream at him, to take you right now, bend you over the counter and claim you for himself, something primal in him raging and trashing at the sight of the hickey. Choso did not want to hurt you, he wanted to make you feel the sensual thrill of protection, and wanted to make you give in to him enthusiastically.

You on the other hand were shivering with an intoxicating mix of arousal and anxiety, as your thoughts started swirling violently, brewing up an concoction of insecurity and jealousy, as you imagined the beautiful women you had seen give into Choso, the images of them in the throes of pleasure, his hands on their body, his vile words, his cruel touch and just as much as it made you feel contempt it made you feel an unspeakable need to have him do these unspeakable things to you.

The air was thick, both of you feeling feverish, as Chosos hand wandered from your neck, the band-aid falling to the floor, down, grazing the lines of the acceptable and you felt this very particular feeling of anticipation that rises, when you know something erotic is about to happen, something serious. - A terrible hunger was threatening to ravish you and you weren’t sure whether it was your hunger or his.

“I'm scared,” you heard yourself admit, voice small and fragile. Chosos glossy eyes met yours and you could feel your cheeks warming up. A slight smile played on his features.

“A-and im angry, and jealous, and confused by what is happening to me, to my-my life, why I’m so timid, wh-y,” your voice cracked, as hot tears were beginning to form in your eyes, it was all too much, your nervousness, Chosos closeness to your body, his hands on your body, it made you dizzy, weak, limb in the knees.

“A-and I’m frustrated, needy-” you looked up at him, a small pout on your lips, tears streaming down your gleaming cheeks, lashes heavy with wetness and Choso could feel his dick stirring in his pants at the sight, how absolutely beautiful you were.

“My poor girl,” he whispered calmingly, pressing himself into you, your back hitting the counter, as his other hand found its way to your hip, squeezing slightly, calming you.

Choso drew even closer, lips grazing your ear, his breath hot on the shell and his smell began to invaded your brain, it was impossible to draw back from him now, and why? Why would you? All logic aside, you craved this enigma of a man, this half-stranger looming over you, tainting you, consuming you. The sudden realization of your need burned through you at lighting speed and it was as if Choso could feel this, his hand dragging along your leg, fingers pressing into the flesh, his other hand cupping your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Yue,” he whispered out of breath,” do you want me to help you relax, baby?” Chosos voice was so sweet, so loving, so unlike the one you’d heard in his videos. He was watching you through half lidded eyes, and the hardness you could feel pressed against your leg, told you that this was getting to him, just as much as it was getting to you.

“Let me help you, Yue,” Choso pleaded, ”please, let me, I couldn’t take it if you didn’t.” You knew what he was talking about, you could feel in your flesh what was about to happen.

“Are you gonna hurt me?” your voice left you almost inaudible.

“Only if you want me too.”

The moment Choso snapped was almost supernatural. It made you realise just how farmished you were, how much you were craving him, craving sensuality, craving for him to fuck you. But it also made you feel powerful, feeling how much he wanted you, this beautiful man that could have anyone, was starving for your touch, your attention.

You looked up at him, through half lidded eyes, recognizing the look in his eyes, it was the one you’d seen in his videos, this predatory look he gave the girls before wrecking them and somehow it made you wince. As Chosos hand came up, behind your neck, pulling you towards him, you realized how much you craved for this to be fulfilling to YOU - so long had you denied yourself any pleasure and know you were hellbent on not having this be just another, meaningless encounter for either of you.

So, you returned the favor, intertwining your fingers in his soft hair, tucking at the black strands, drawing a slight gasp from Chosos full lips, his pupils blown wide, staring at you with anticipation.

The moment his lips met yours felt like the culmination of all that pent up frustration, all your hidden desires forcing themselves into the open, your chest threatening to burst with want. Choso could barely contain himself, as he felt the soft inside of your mouth, exploring your taste with his tongue, pressing himself impossibly closer to you. It made Choso dizzy, he had forgotten how good it could feel to be close to someone. Instinctively his large hand came to wrap around your throat, to cover the hickey Yuuji had left, because Choso felt as if he would lose the last bit of self-restraint he still had if he kept being reminded of it.

Choso was torn in half, he had forgotten what it meant to be gentle but he did not want to scare you away. His nerves flared up at the sweet sound spilling from your lips, the way you moved against him and he was growing harder, needing more friction.

He drew back, looking into your eyes for a second, the sight of your pretty face, all scrunched up in pleasure, the way his rings looked pressed against your fragile neck, made him feral. Choso was just about to open his belt, when your hand stopped him.

“I-I want you to get on the ground and eat me out,” your voice sounded much more confident than he’d imagined and it sent him into a frenzy.

Choso had never - never in the last few years taken a command from anyone. The sight of drool forming between your slightly opened lips almost made him push you down into submission, but the sensation of having this sweet, innocent creature before him give him commands in such a stern voice, felt too good not to indulge a little longer. He’d just make you repay the favor later.

“My dirty girl”, Choso chuckled, pressing two of his thick fingers into your wet mouth, while still holding on to your neck. The sounds were obscene as he swirled them around, pressing down on your tongue, and it aroused you beyond belief,”I thought you’re just so innocent, baby.”

A lustful wetness had already started soiling your underwear, a damp spot consuming the soft lace between your legs, threatening to spill over, to drip down your thighs and it embarrassed you that the smell filled the space between you and Choso. Your face grew hotter from a slight lack of air and the embarrassment you felt.

The world seemed to tighten around you, as Choso pushed you down onto the counter and fell to his Knees. The sight was so unbearably erotic, him looking up at you, through the dark strands of hair framing his face, his chest heaving, sweat forming at his temples, and his two thick fingers coated in your slick that he was slowly dragging up the inside of your thigh. A low chuckle escaped his dry throat.

“Looks like I don’t even need all this, huh?”, your legs started trembling and it took all he had for Choso not to dive in, to make you moan his name, to litter your body in his marks, shameful fantasies clinging to him of filling you up with his cum and sending you to Yuuji with it all dripping down your thighs.

The sight of your thighs coated in slick, the smell of your arousal made his own heavy with want and once again he felt like a dog on a much too short leash, it was infuriating.

“Tell me what you want, my pretty girl,” Choso whispered against your legs, licking a long stripe up towards your impatient center. He delighted in the way your hips bucked up to meet him.

“You, Choso, you - plea-please,” this time our voice came out strained, burdened by your heavy breathing and the fact that you could not think anymore, no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to tame this man, to make him cater to you, to prove to yourself and everyone else that he was not a monster, that he would not hurt you. Well, hurt you only in the most perverted, delightful sense of the word.

“You want me to corrupt you baby? To fuck you? Aren’t you scared you won't be able to handle it?” he was teasing, but it made you angry, it was almost like Choso enjoyed your nervousness, your fear, like it was spurring him on.

You propped yourself up on the counter, using your elbows, and before you knew what you were doing you grabbed onto his hair, and yanked him towards you.

“Choso, you talk too much…’’, Chosos eyes widened again at your sudden sternness, just as he thought he had won the upperhand, but now again, you had him in checkmate with your aggressiveness. It was almost like getting a taste of his own medicine. Chosos grip on your thighs became bruising, the anger radiating off him, but to your surprise - he complied.

The moment his tongue hit the soft flesh of your pussy, you let out a shrill scream, taken aback by the pleasure his skilled tongue inflicted on you. Any doubts whether this was the right idea or not, were washed away when he started circling his tongue over your clit, lapping at it and flicking ifrom side to side over the swollen bud. You could barely believe how fast he could move his tongue, and it seemed to get faster the louder your mewls became, holding onto him desperately, your toes curling. Choso laughed at the sight of you writhing in pleasure, at how dry your voice had become.

“My dirty girl, I haven’t even really started yet,” the low vibrato of his voice made you clench around air, you were almost scared of him adding any more sensation, as you already felt your climax nearing, it had been so long since anybody made you feel good, and now you were about to tip over the edge much too easily.

Then you felt an intrusion at your pussy, the cold metal of Chosos rings, grazing your flesh plump and making you arch your back at the delicious sensation.

“Look at you, Yue, where is all that talk from earlier huh? Moaning like a bitch in heat all of a sudden,” Chosos mean words made you cry out, tears forming again, but it felt too good to pull away. Again the vibrato of his condescending laugh at your center, while he continued lapping up your juices that kept spilling and spilling. Choso felt high, he was so consumed with his own lust and how it merged with yours that he started to totally drown out his surroundings only focusing on you. It was so much better than he imagined, seeing, hearing, tasting your innocent demeanor crumble in front of him, seeing you become tainted, giving yourself to him, to your pleasure. Animalistic pride surged up at the thought that he was the one doing these things to you, that you trusted him. It began being painful how hard he was and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you, make you cream all over his cock but he knew he was too big to just have his way with you unprepped. And the sight of you crying from how good he was making you feel, was too good to miss out on. He felt like a god and you were his goddess.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered more to himself, as he began working a finger into you. Choso was still working at your clit like a madman, and he could feel you tighten around his fingers, as he began moving them in and out of you.

One hand came up to pull down your top, exposing your chest to him. Choso had to draw in a sharp breath at the sight, as he slowly began toying with your nipple.

The sensation of him inside you, was otherworldly, but you perched up again, feeling yourself coming so close to your release that you wanted to tell him to slow down. And then it was too late.

As you felt Chosos fingers with the thick,metal ring pave their way into you, alongside the other one, suddenly the stretch became so good, paired with him flicking his tongue over your clit, that the tight band in your belly snapped and everything in front of you turned white. The pleasure was almost too much to take, you heard a ringing in your ear, saw the way Chosos back straightened, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening, and suddenly the momentum became so grand that you screamed out. Your orgasm ripped through you much harder and longer than usual, and you seemed to lose control over your body as every fiber of it started shaking violently.

“That’s it, baby’’,Choso had come up to wrap one arm around you, kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips, his tongue everywhere. He held onto you tightly but gently as you came down from your high. His fingers were still inside you, moving slightly as Choso pressed his forehead to yours, smiling at you.

You felt like crying then at that moment. It felt so tender suddenly, so precious. The way he was holding you felt incredibly familiar, you clinging to him, your breathing suddenly synchronized. It felt almost like fate, being there with him in that moment and you had to think about how some 12000 years ago, people thought of kissing as an exchange of souls.

Choso opened his eyes, looking at you and in that moment you could tell by his glossy eyes and slight smile, that he felt the same.

And you also realized how badly you need him inside you.

“I want you, Yue,” Choso said and immediately he jerked back. He just stood there for a moment - tense, panic rising up inside him, as he realized what he had almost said, what he had wanted to say in that moment. Choso shook his head, ignoring your confused expression, trying to reason with himself that it was just the heat of the moment. Choso was stiff, unsure of what to do, till you came up, leaning towards him and he felt himself ease into your arms.

His dick felt so good pressed against your core, your wetness ruining his pants. Your lips found his, his hands cupping your cheeks. A wave of sadness washed over you for a moment, you felt unsure whether this was happening like you had wanted it to, but it was impossible to focus on your doubts when Choso was so close to you, when you could feel his muscular chest press against your tits.

“Now it’s my turn, Yue.”

With those words Choso took a step back, pulling off his sweater and into view came his perfectly pale chest, his defined muscles, the dark ink of his tattoos complementing his eyes and hair. He took his pants off next and you had to swallow hard at the sight. You had seen his dick before - on screen. You knew it was huge but seeing it now, up close, about to be rammed inside of you, anxiety paved its way through your body.

“I-It is not gonna fit, Choso,” you murmured nervously, gnawing on your bottom lip. Choso did not waste any time to press you down on the counter, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Choso, I’m serious,” you urged him, weakly pressing against his much bigger and stronger body.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you how it fits, sweet girl,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his dark eyes glaring at you, strands of his black hair falling into his face,” while you’re screaming my name, little Yue.”

That made you gulp. Chosos' thick, long fingers found their way under your skirt again, pulling the fine fabric of your panties, even further down your legs till they fell to the floor. It took all the self-discipline in the world to wiggle away from under his touch. A strained sound came from the back of his throat.

“Fuck, that outfit looks too fucking good on you,” Chosos left hand came to grap your jaw and make you look directly into his beautiful eyes, swirls of dark brown and black seemed to be clouded by lust and anger.

“Lets see the rest of your body, huh, Yue?” He spoke and it sounded almost like a threat.

All protests died in your throat, as he started undressing you with slow, skilled fingers. His touch was way too intoxicating to keep fighting against him and deep down you trusted him not to hurt you. Chosos hands started roaming your body, as he continued his ministrations on your neck, lapping at it with an hungry tongue. The metal of his rings came to lay on your nipples, they immediately hardened and as Choso realized that, he made its way forward, wrapping his lips around the sensitive spot, sucking on it and moaning at the sweet sounds you were making.

Choso couldn’t decide what he wanted most. Was it to use your pretty little mouth? To watch you suck his cock, to watch you struggle taking it all? Or did he want to fuck your little hole that could barely take his fingers?

His thoughts and desires were so vile, but he couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. It felt intimate somehow. It was as if he could not remember any other women before you, any other body before the one in front of him, and never did he feel such an almost supernatural need to be with someone, to make them feel good.

The look of fear mixing with arousal in your eyes as Choso took off his underwear made him impossibly harder, and he knew he had to be inside of you now. The need had become unbearable. Choso did not want to hurt you - well, maybe a bit, but only in the best way.

“I’ll be careful, baby,” Choso whispered tenderly as he aligned himself with your entrance. You closed your eyes, laying back on the counter, but Choso grabbed onto your shoulder, dragging you closer to him, he smiled at you,”Don’t look away, Yue, I want you to see my cock breaking you open. I want you to see it’s me filling your sweet pussy”

You felt yourself becoming even wetter at his words, at the sight of his furrowed brows, as he started pressing himself into you. You winced, as you felt him opening you up, it hurt, but at the same time that well-known heaviness started building in your belly again.

“God, Yue, I wanted to see you take my cock since the first time we met,” Choso said suddenly and you could see that the predatory look had returned to him. Chosos' whole demeanor changed and everything about him became predator-like, it dawned on you that he enjoyed corrupting you, consuming you and some kind of dark desire sprouted inside of you to do the same to him. To let him take you and give yourself to him, rendering him helpless without you.

You had to hold onto his broad shoulders as he kept pushing inside of you, feeling how your walls struggled to accommodate his size, but you only grew wetter and wetter at the sight of him strained and needy. His hand found its way around your neck again, pressing lightly, and his other hand held tightly onto your ankle, spreading your legs so he could see you swallow every painful inch of his dick.

“Choso, i-it feels so good,” you cried out as he finally bottomed out. Both of you were shivering, panting and the whole kitchen counter was soiled in your juices and sweat.

“Yeah tell me again, Yue,” he demanded as he stilled to let you adjust. And you did, again and again, while he licked along your breasts, sucking your tender skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

“You’re such a little slut, letting me fuck you raw,” Choso chuckled darkly, as he suddenly pulled out of you and rammed back into you at an unmerciful pace. Your spine arched and you screamed, fingers clawing into his back at the brutal intrusion,” If only your little, pink haired friend could see you like this.”

Choso laughed darkly and you wanted to tell him to stop, but the air was knocked from your lungs, as he suddenly set a brutal pace, ramming inside of your tight pussy again and again like an animal in heat. Your brain was reduced to a string of lewd noises and pleads for him to slow down, but Choso was relishing in seeing you come undone on his dick.

He couldn’t stop himself, your pussy sucking him in again and again and he enjoyed seeing your body shake from his violent thrusts, your jiggling flesh, the drool pouring from your mouth, voice coarse as he pressed down on your neck harder.

Choso wanted to ruin you so badly, ruin you forever, so you could never be with another man without thinking about him.

No, scratch that, he never wanted you to be with another man at all. His brain was going haywire, as he imagined flipping you over and degrading you even further, to claim you and fuck you into submission. But he also wanted you to be stern with him again.

“You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” Choso cooed at you gently, the contrast between his sweet, tender voice and his bruising thrusts so stark that it made you dizzy,” my little slut,” he murmured while sweetly stroking your face with the hand that was around your neck.

“ ‘m gonna cum, Cho, gonna cum on your cock,” you whined loudly and he kissed you.

“Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me?”, he asked proudly, the hand from your ankle coming to rub your clit in slow, sloppy circles, your juices spilling all over his hand.

Suddenly a familiar sound startled Choso and his pace slowed down. As the sound of his skin slapping against yours became quieter the tone grew louder filling the room. Both of you looked around in confusion, your brain was still slowed down and anger grew in your chest as your growing orgasm died down in your belly. Not far from you, on the counter your bag sat and the tone came from inside of it - your phone.

Choso grit his teeth, he clenched his jaw in annoyance at the intrusion, so he just turned back towards you and continued his administrations on your clit. But you grew nervous - you had ignored your friends the whole day, nobody knew what you were doing besides Yuuji and you were scared they’d may drop by to check on you, so you pressed Choso away from you slightly, chewing your lip nervously while shooting him an apologetic glance.

Choso grabbed both your hands in one of his much larger ones.

“Don’t answer it!”, he spat through gritted teeth, seemingly seething with rage.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want them to worry and come by,” reluctantly Choso let you reach for the phone, pulling out of you. He felt bitter, abject almost that you were making him wait. Choso studied you intensely as you pulled your phone towards you, jumping down the counter onto wiggly feet. Choso tried to calm himself down, tried not to snap at you, but he was frustrated beyond relief.

His eyes fixated on the hickey on your neck once more, and he felt the primal anger inside of him surge up again. All of Chosos restraint flew out the window as he saw the caller ID.

Yuuji.

The moment he saw you accept the call he saw red. Never in his life had Choso felt rage this deep and seething. His body felt light, like all his weight was suddenly centered in his chest, where he felt venom bubbling. This must be some kind of foul joke, after what just happened you’d just go and talk to that guy? Choso had tried to be nice. Tried to be gentle. Enjoyed it too, he’ll admit that, but there was a line not to be crossed with him. Choso had always been teritorial, bad at sharing and right now he was so fucking horny and angry that he did not care how toxic or hypocritical he was. Choso had enough of this, of you leading him on like this.

Big Mistake.

#kamo choso #itadori yuuji #jjk fanfiction #smut #choso x reader #yuuji x reader #choso x you #jjk choso #jjk smut #choso smut #choso kamo #choso kamo x reader #choso imagines #anime

372 notes · View notes

tomhardyspinkyfinger · 2 years

Text

Freddie Gets Caught

Masterlist

Summary: Freddie promises to be loyal, but lying always tops loyalty in Freddie's world.

Warnings: PURE SMUT. literal filth. Cursing and super kinky sex all around you've been warned.

A/N: yeah i really just had this idea and needed to write it. freddie needs to be put in his place and so here is this one shot. no one look at me im so ashamed. its hot tho i wont lie lmao. also hardly edited I wrote this so quick it was like flowing out

Word count: 1885

some people I think would like this: @hecatemoon87 @solomons-finest-rum @darklydeliciousdesires @potter-solomons (also known as some of my fave pages)

I had been seeing this guy Freddie for a few weeks now.

Well, fucking. I've been fucking this guy Freddie for a few weeks.

And god did he fuck.

He all but begged me for a shag when I first met him at the bar I worked at. I declined time and time again, but he kept showing up every night. I had to give props to him for his resilience but I didn't have sex with just anyone.

So I set guidelines.

1. I don't do one night stands, we don't have to date, but there will be a mutually pleasurable relationship.

2. During this brief relationship, the only people we fuck is each other.

Two very simple guidelines, if we fuck, we fuck exclusively.

"Freddie, do you understand?" I had asked him, pulling away from his firm kiss.

"Yeah yeah yeah, c'mon take this off." Freddie rushed out, pushing the straps of my dress down and pushing me against the wall of the dark alley.

That exchange was simple enough, he agreed to my terms and I gave him what we both wanted, a proper fuck.

Freddie was a possessive man in all aspects of our relationship, if by any rare chance we were out in public together his hand remained on my ass practically the entire time, and I can't say I didn't love it.

What I didn't love, was how aggressively possessive he could be. I couldn't look at another bloke without him blowing up on me, so we usually stayed at my flat to fuck to avoid his anger flare ups. But that time alone seemed to flare Freddie's emotions towards me.

He'd call, begging to come to my flat and fuck me senseless. I just couldn't find the space in my heart to deny him. And thus, our romantic relationship began.

It wasn't healthy in any aspect, he would do a line, shout at me, I'd hit him, he'd fuck me twice as hard.

Not healthy at all. But god was it fucking sexy.

It would always end pleasantly though, a hug a kiss and a back massage usually. He'd plea with me to forgive him and I always did.

Forgiving Freddie was usually pretty easy, until I caught him, which brings us to where I am now, staring at Freddie kissing a beautiful blonde woman outside of a hair salon she had just exited. Before I could second guess myself I walked up to the happy couple with a smile on my face.

"Excuse me, do you happen to have the time?" I questioned her. If I could've taken a photo of Freddie's face in that moment I would've. He paled instantly, his eyes widening while the pretty blonde smiled back at me.

"Of course love, its half past two." She spoke looking down at her watch. I spotted the beautiful diamond ring and I could feel more anger growing if possible.

"Thank you, your ring is absolutely gorgeous by the way." I said, still not looking at Freddie and smiling at the woman. She placed her hand on Freddie's chest and let out a chuckle.

"My Freddie knows how to spoil me!" She said, rubbing his chest, flashing her ring. I tied up the conversation and walked down the street, heading towards my flat. I heard Freddie telling the woman to go on home without him because he had work to attend to. At this I picked up the pace, arriving to my flat that wasn't very far away. I heard his steps running behind me, most likely delayed so he could make sure his wife was gone. I unlocked my door quickly, swinging it open and rushing in, attempting to slam it behind me.

Freddie slammed into the door just in time and shoved it open, clearly out of breath.

"Sweetheart, listen-"

"Get the fuck out, Freddie." I growled, moving to my bedroom and tossing my purse on my dresser. He grabbed me and turned me around, distress clear on his face.

"What can I do to make you forgive me? I'll do anything." He said, desperation clear in his voice.

Anything?

"Get on your knees." I spoke, crossing my arms. He released me, confusion clear on his face.

"What?"

"You heard me, do it or get out." I said. I watched as he slowly lowered himself to his knees, looking up at me.

"Beg for my forgiveness Freddie." Freddie let out a huff and paused for a moment, really debating if he was going to do this.

"Please forgive me my love, I should have told you about Jackie. I was going to break it off with her, honest."

Yeah, sure.

I pondered for a moment.

"Take your clothes off and lay on the bed." I commanded. He let out another breath and stood, beginning to do what I asked. When he completed the task. I climbed on top of him, straddling his boxer-covered cock that was pushing into my panty covered core, given I was just wearing a summer dress.

I began to kiss up his chest to his neck, nibbling the spot I knew he loved. His eyes closed and he let out a shaky moan. I quietly reached into the nightstand to the right of me and pulled out the cuffs he had used on me in numerous situations. I pushed his hands above his head with my non-occupied hand and cuffed them quickly.

His eyes snapped open and met mine. I smirked.

"What is this? Trying to take charge are we?" Freddie asked, a sly smirk gracing his features.

"You don't get to be smug now Freddie. Just you wait." I said, pushing myself down his body so I was now leaning over his growing member. I pulled his boxers down and placed him in my mouth suddenly.

"Oh fuck, that's right sweetheart, right there." Freddie moaned out. I continued pleasuring him exactly how I liked. Until a knock sounded out on my front door. Freddie halted his movements and held his breath momentarily. I slid off the bed and stood, smiling at his frustrated expression.

"Excuse the interruption darling, I told my friend Kelly she could borrow my camera for her holiday this weekend. I'll only be a moment." I began to walk towards the bedroom door when Freddie called out.

"Do not fucking leave me here, do you fucking hear me?" He all but yelled, anger growing.

"Oh sweet Freddie, if only you were in any position to be making demands. If I'm honest I've heard quite enough from you today." Freddie watched as I reached up under my dress, pulling my soaked panties down and off. I walked up to his tied up frame and pushed the balled up panties into his mouth.

"That's much better, isn't it?" He glared at me but his cock twitched.

"Oh Freddie, you like this don't you darling?" I teased, touching his tip with my finger. He exhaled loudly from his nose and I smiled wider. I left the room, shutting the door.

I welcomed Kelly in, handing her the camera and starting a small chat.

Well, a small chat that turned into a thirty minute conversation about her upcoming holiday. I was practically squirming at the idea of Freddie tied up on my bed, anxiously awaiting my return. The conversation shifted towards me with Kelly asking,

"How's that bloke you've been seeing? Freddie?" I smiled a wicked smile.

"He's married." Kelly gasped.

"What the hell are you smiling about? Let me have a go at this bloke!" She yelled, anger clear on her face.

"Oh no don't worry, he's in the room right there cuffed to the bed with my panties in his mouth, he'll have learned his lesson by the end of the day." I spoke, knowing Freddie could hear. Kelly's jaw dropped and she laughed.

"You dirty girl! I would say you're yanking my chain, but I know you better than that. I'll be out of your hair then, but that doesn't mean you get to spare me any details!" Kelly said, heading towards the door.

"Of course not, have a great holiday!" With short and sweet goodbyes, I reentered the bedroom, where Freddie laid with his face almost as red as the tip of his cock.

"Miss me?" The glare Freddie gave sent a chill down my spine, but as of now I was in charge, and the repercussions wouldn't be a problem yet. I noticed my panties stayed in his mouth, which widen my smirk. He very easily could have spit them out if he wanted to.

I stripped off the remaining clothes I had on slowly, letting him take in my body before mounting him again. I reached into my nightstand again, retrieving a condom and rolling it on his still rock hard cock. His breathing was heavy again, and watched as I slowly eased myself down on him.

I rocked my hips back and forth and let out a moan. I placed both hands on his chest and rocked faster, smiling at how hard his knuckles were clenched in the cuffs. I rode him until we were both close, but came to a stop suddenly. Freddie let out a loud groan. I pulled my panties out of his mouth.

"Beg me to let you come, Freddie." I said, holding still with him inside of me.

"When I'm out of these cuffs, you're going to fucking get it babe." Freddie growled out, trying to move his hips. I gently smacked his face, halting his movements.

"That's not what I wanted to hear baby boy." He closed his eyes and groaned, knowing he needed to give me what I want.

"Please, please, let me come." Freddie all but whined out.

Music to my ears.

I began rocking my hips back and forth quickly, both of our moans filling the room.

"Let go Freddie." I commanded, feeling my impending orgasm. We both came together, loud moans falling from both of our mouths. I collapsed on his chest, exhausted from the event.

I reached up and uncuffed him before rolling off of him and onto my side of the bed. He put an arm around me and grabbed a cig from the nightstand, lighting up and taking a puff. He placed it in-between my lips and let me inhale before speaking.

"I deserve much worse than what you did love, I'm sorry for lying." I exhaled the smoke from my lungs.

"It doesn't matter Freddie, I would've kept fucking you regardless." I said.

What? Don't judge, I already said our relationship was unhealthy.

"Let's just go to bed Freddie, I'm beat." He nodded and I snuggled closer into him, falling asleep almost instantly

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I awoke late into the night, feeling the warmth of Freddie's arms around my legs, his face pushed into my pussy, licking away hungrily. I moaned, overjoyed with this late night wake up call. I went to put my hands in his hair and hold him in place, but my wrists were stopped by cold metal. Freddie kissed his way up my body and out from under the blankets, looking at me with a smirk.

"I couldn't just let you get away with all of that, love."

Fuck.

#freddie jackson #freddie jackson x reader #the take #tom hardy #tom hardy smut #freddie jackson smut #smutty #so smutty omg #pure filth #tom hardy x reader #reader insert

183 notes · View notes