#along with aiko

[npdlangley]

at the end of the day i was a coward towards my loved ones which will never change and i will always be a lonely suicidal girl who wishes she died in middle school

[leavejenalone]

[krikidilly]

Thinking about Aiko....

[mirathescientist]

hiii so I saw you said request were open! i really LOVE your writing so yk yk i had to ask but can you do like a story where ony does a being mean to my girlfriend prank but y/n is a reallll crybaby!! BYEE

pairings: onyankopon x sensitive!reader

warnings: smut 18+, ony is a lil mean, reader cries a lil bit

a/n: so sorry it took me this long, life has been....lifing.

What goes around comes around

Actions have consequences, you knew this and yet you still decided to go with your plan.

Setting up your phone you smiled into the camera and started your intro.

“Hi, lovelies. Today we’re gonna do a get ready with me, while I tell you three reasons it's okay to cheat on your boyfriend.” 

Taking a quick glance in the mirror of your vanity, you could see the wheels working overtime in the handsome head that belonged to your boyfriend.

The decision on whether to be calm or tweak out playing tug of war on his brain. 

Settling on the thought that he misheard you he decided to go the calm route.

“Whatchu say, baby?” Deep voice contrasting against the soft tone of Jhene Aiko in the quiet room.

“Hmm?” You feigned innocence as you met his eyes in the mirror.

“I asked, ‘What did you say?’ ” His straightening posture and tone transition to demanding letting you know his patience was thinning by the second.

You were positive this would end with you folded in half, crying from overstimulation as he continuously ripped orgasm after orgasm from you. The thought only excited you and fueled your response. 

With a shrug of your shoulders you hummed a quick ‘I don't know’ and went back to your task.

“The fuck you mean youn know?” He chuckled in disbelief, hand running over his freshly maintained waves before coming down to rub the lower half of his face.

Opting to ignore him, you continued along with your routine, silently. 

“So you just gon ignore me?” Heavy thuds bouncing off the walls as he made his way to stand behind you.

The light pressure applied to your neck, as he tilted your head back having your thighs clench.

Oh, how you wanted to ditch the plan and jump his bones. Brown eyes glaring down into yours, as he tightened his grip. 

Feeling a little risky you decided to do the one thing Ony hates most. Roll your eyes.

“Mmm, aight” He nodded his head. Zero fucks given to the content you were creating as he lifted you from your chair and bent you over.

Never once slowing his assault even after you managed to tell him it was a prank through your moans and cries. 

The new information only encouraging him to go faster as your arousal trickled onto the wood floors while he required you to tell the camera why it wasn't okay to cheat on your boyfriend as he fucked you dumb. 

Usually, your consequences consisted of the audacity being fucked out of you whenever you did something to piss Ony off, but this time he decided to play a prank of his own.

Waiting a week to execute his plan, he chose to carry it out the day you came back from your girl's weekend. 

“You didn't hear me or get my texts?” A small pout forming on your glossy lips as you sat next to him, despite him taking up more than half of the bed. 

“Baby, I'm home” You sang as you wandered around the house looking for him.

Only to find him laid out on the bed as he watched an episode of Judge Mathis.

“I did” Eyes trained on the TV.

“Did something happen?” You gripped his jaw, forcing him to finally look at you.

“Nah, I just don’t feel good.” He removed your hand from his face and moved to the opposite side of the bed. 

“You need me to make you some soup?” Pout returning to your lips as he flinched away when you tried to check his temperature. 

“I’m good. You could leave me alone though.” 

You considered yourself to be very understanding when it came to relationships. Whether it was with family, a coworker, or a client, but more than anything when it came to your relationship with Ony. You understood he needed time to himself just as you did, but the way he said it was just… mean.

The stinging sensation of your eyes was becoming unbearable as the tears pooled in the inner corners of your eyes.

“Oh” Voice cracking despite swallowing the lump that lingered in your throat.

Your tone raised alarms in the man. His own heart gained a pace that matched yours as he saw the tears that began to spill from your eyes. 

“Wait, I'm sorry, ma. I was just playing. C'mere” Hand reaching out to hold you, only to pause when you flinched away from him.

“Mama, it was just a prank. I'm sorry, baby” Panic rising at the influx of tears flowing from your eyes. 

Seeing you cry from any negative emotion always pained him, but knowing he was the reason for the tears falling from your pouty face made him feel as if he failed in life.

“What do you mean it's a prank Onyankopon?” You huffed, the palm of your hand wet as you wiped away your tears. 

“I was just joking. You know how you did that video last week? I was doing something similar. I didn't mean to hurt you, mama. Please believe me” He pleaded.

Maybe it was the immense amount of love you had for him or that it'd be wrong to not forgive him when he put up with all your antics, but you couldn't stay mad at him for too long.

“You really need to work on your pranks. They're terrible” Pink satin pillow softly hitting him along the side of his head. 

“I know, I'm sorry, c'mere” He smiled, happy you were no longer crying and motioned for you to straddle him.

Caring less about the fact you were wearing a dress you crawled over to him, getting comfortable on his lap as you traced the small tattoo of your name behind his ear,

“You know you're gonna have to make it up to me right?”

“Mhm” He mindlessly hummed, eyes trained on your lips before he could no longer resist.

Low groan escaping his chest as he pulls you closer, tongue tracing your bottom lip before diving into your mouth.

“Ony” You whimpered as his lips moved down to your neck, peppering gentle kisses along your skin before sucking on the areas that made you weak. Your body craving for some sort of friction as you ground your hips down onto his.

“I know, mama” He murmured. His fingers sliding up your dress before slipping past the waistband of your panties, digits immediately coming into contact with the slick that was pooling in between your chubby thighs.

“Lil ma already soaked for me” He groaned against your warm skin. A small bruise forming where he was previously sucking. 

“Ony, stop teasing” You whined as he slowly rubbed your clit, the pads of his fingers barely grazing the bud.

With a slight smirk on his lips his fingers gravitated to your entrance, slowly rubbing at the pulsing hole before his fingers worked their way into your walls.

Fingers knuckles deep as he curled them against the soft spongy flesh against your walls. 

“Need you inside now” You pouted, craving something more than the two digits plunging in and out of you.

“Yeah?” He mumbled as he pulled out his fingers. Placing the pads on your tongue as you sucked your arousal off his digits, just as you would do his cock.

Watching you with lust filled eyes he removed his fingers from your mouth, and wrapped a hand around your neck before pulling you in for a nasty kiss. His tongue exploring the path down your throat while you rocked against the growing bulge in his pants.

Pulling away to fumble with the waistband of his pants he pulled down his sweats just enough to release his throbbing cock. Standing tall with his viens prominent and tip leaking a small amount of precum.

“Ride your dick, ma” He pulled your panties to the side rubbing his tip along the slick folds of your puffy pussy, before lining up with your entrance and helping you sink down onto him. Hiss escaping him as your warm walls engulfed him.

“Ony s'so big" You whined in his ear. Allowing him to lift you up and down his cock at a deliciously slow pace, your walls contracting around him at every movement.

“Doing so good fa me.” Two toned lip stuck in between his pearly white teeth as he bucked his hips up to meet your thrust, tip grazing against your cervix.

“Fuck. Faster, daddy, please” You gasped, head resting in his neck as he did all of the work.

Listening to your plea, he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper into you. The sound of your pooling arousal, slapping flesh, and your mixed moans filling the room, atmosphere becoming nastier by the second. 

“I love you so fucking much” His arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you tried to run when he increased his pace.

“Say it back, ma” He grunted. Palm landing on the flesh of your ass.

Tired off your running, his hands gripped your hips and he pulled you off him, flipping you over onto your back before ramming back into you.

“Ohh, shit, Onyyy” You cried, knees near your ears as he pushed your legs back.

"Say it or I'm stopping" He threatened. Eyes focused on your sopping pussy sucking him in, sticky ring of arousal dripping from the base of his cock.

“I- mhmph love you too Ony, so much” Bed creaking under the speed and force of his thrust.

Releasing your legs he leaned down, lips immediately on yours in a sloppy kiss. 

“I'm so close, pa" A mixture of moans and whimpers escaped your agape mouth, nails digging into his back with every thrust.

“Mhm, I know, baby. Let go for me” He grunted, reaching between your bodies to rub his thumb against your clit.

A series of curses left your mouth as you creamed around him. Walls contracting so tightly that he had no other choice but to cum.

“Fuuuck” He groaned, hips stilling inside you as he flooded your walls.

“I'm sorry for making you sad, baby. I love you so much, I'll never do anything to hurt you again” He whispered into your neck.

“I know Ony, I forgive you"

Pulling out he kissed you once more before laying flat in front of you, your thighs on each side of his head.

"Lemme show you how sorry I am, yeah?"

[sh4nksslvt]

Smoke Break

A collection of fiery, smoky encounters where passion burns as hot as the cigars and blunts exchanged between you and some of the world’s most dangerous daddies i mean men — every kiss laced with smoke, heat, and unspoken desire.

Benn beckman x reader x sanji x smoker x crocodile | ONE SHOT

Tags: fluff, flirty, smok!ng, w3ed mentions, blvnt smok!ng, cigarette smok!n, mouth-to-mouth sm0ke sharing, minor spit description, light nsfw tension

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc

word count: 3.3k

MINORS DNI!!

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

Is it hot in here or is it just me?

I'm so high in here, been smokin' on this weed

Only drug a bitch is on is the tree

But I lasted ten rounds like a freak

Like a G

Benn Beckman

The deck still stank of gunpowder and sea salt by the time you slumped onto the steps leading up to the helm, boots heavy with exhaustion. Your knuckles throbbed from the earlier brawl with some no-name pirate crew dumb enough to pick a fight with the Red Hair Pirates. You won, obviously—but victory didn’t erase the tight coil of stress still buzzing under your skin.

You dragged your hood up over your head, shielding your face from the low sun. Hands steady, you pulled out a battered little tin from your pocket, the familiar ritual already soothing your frayed nerves. You broke down the nug slowly, fingers working with careful, practiced motions. You barely even registered the distant sound of boots approaching.

Benn Beckman stopped a few feet away, cigarette halfway to his lips, brows lifting slightly at the sight of you hunched over the tray.

He leaned against the rail, arms crossed.

"Rough day?" he drawled.

You didn’t look up right away, just finished rolling your blunt with a lazy flick of your thumb. When you finally glanced his way, your gaze was cool, detached—like you were sizing him up and decided he wasn’t worth worrying about.

"Nothing a smoke can't fix," you muttered, voice low and even.

Benn whistled low under his breath, impressed.

"Didn't think you were the type to roll your own medicine."

You snorted, lighting the blunt with a snap of your lighter.

"Cigs are for rookies," you said, plucking the cigarette from his fingers without asking. You tucked the blunt between his lips instead, your touch casual, intimate.

Benn played along, inhaling deep. His eyes hooded slightly as the taste hit him—stronger, sweeter than he expected.

"Holy shit," he coughed out, laughing.

You took the blunt back from him with two fingers, tapping it lightly against the railing.

"Too much for you, old man?" you teased, the faintest smirk curling at the edges of your mouth.

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated in his chest.

"Old enough to know better. Dumb enough not to care."

You offered the blunt again—not by hand this time, but by leaning in, smoke trailing from your lips in a lazy, tantalizing swirl. Benn caught on quick, closing the small distance between you. His mouth brushed yours just enough to catch the exhale directly, smoke passing from your tongue to his.

The heat flared instantly.

Before you could pull back, he tilted his head slightly, deepening it into a kiss—slow, languid, tasting of smoke and adrenaline. His hand found your jaw, rough thumb grazing your cheekbone with a kind of reverence that didn’t match how fucking cocky he was about it.

When you finally parted, a thin, silver thread of spit clung stubbornly between your tongues until it snapped, leaving a hot smear of want in its wake.

You sat back, lazily dragging the blunt between your lips again. Your expression barely shifted—still that same unreadable cool—but your hooded eyes glittered with something dangerous, something alive.

Benn wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, grinning like he just won the biggest prize in the world.

"You always this generous after a fight?" he asked, voice low and rough.

You exhaled slow, letting the smoke roll between you both like a secret.

"Depends who's asking."

Benn’s grin widened, cigarette long forgotten at his side.

"Good," he said, leaning in close enough that you could smell the faint whiskey on his breath.

"'Cause I’m not planning on being just a one-time habit."

Sanji

The galley was quiet at night, all the chaos of the day gone still. It was your favorite time—when the ship seemed to breathe slow and easy, and nobody was around to bother you.

You sat perched on the counter, blunt half-rolled between your fingers, working fast but precise. You glanced around — no way in hell you could borrow a lighter from anyone without exposing your little habit.

Of course you didn’t bring yours. Of course.

You sighed through your nose and hopped down from the counter, moving toward the stovetop. You twisted the burner’s dial, letting a tall flame lick up from the gas, the soft click click whoosh breaking the silence.

You leaned into the flame, lighting the tip of your blunt directly against it, shielding it with one hand like an old habit.

That’s when you heard a low whistle behind you.

"You know," Sanji’s voice drawled from the doorway, lazy and amused, "most people come to the kitchen for food. Not... that."

You turned slightly, the blunt between your lips, glowing softly as you took your first pull. You held his gaze through the smoke, your expression unreadable, unbothered.

"Guess I’m not most people," you said coolly, exhaling a slow, thick ribbon of smoke into the low light.

Sanji didn’t flinch. Didn't fawn.

Instead, he grinned, a slow, dangerous curve of his mouth as he stepped into the kitchen, cigarette tucked behind his ear, hands sliding easily into his pockets.

"You could've just asked for a light," he teased, voice like silk and heat. "I would've given it to you. Anything you want."

You shrugged one shoulder, casual.

"Not exactly advertising my hobbies."

Sanji stopped a few feet away, head tilting just slightly, studying you. You could feel the weight of his gaze — not heavy, not invasive — just... there, like a hand trailing just over your skin without touching.

"You're full of surprises," he murmured, voice dipping lower.

You took another hit, slow and deliberate, letting the thick taste settle on your tongue. As you exhaled, Sanji moved closer, crossing into your space so naturally it felt like gravity.

"Mind if I...?" he asked, eyes dropping to the blunt between your fingers.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned forward slightly, parting your lips just enough to offer the smoke right to him.

Sanji caught the game instantly.

He plucked the cigarette from behind his ear and set it on the counter. Then he leaned in, mouth brushing dangerously close to yours—not kissing, not yet—and drew the smoke straight from your mouth with a slow, deep inhale.

His hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing the warm skin behind your ear.

When he exhaled, it was right against your lips, warm and intoxicating.

The space between you crackled.

You barely had time to process before he closed the gap completely, his mouth pressing to yours in a kiss that was all slow burn, all slow claiming. His grip tightened just a little, guiding you against the counter behind you without force—just the kind of confident pressure that made your stomach flip.

You kissed him back, matching his heat with your own, the taste of smoke and fire mixing between your tongues. When you finally parted, a thin, sticky thread of spit clung between you, snapping when you tilted your head back, breathless but still wearing that same cool smirk.

Sanji stayed close, his forehead brushing against yours, his fingers still tangled loosely in your hair.

"You," he said, voice low and warm, "are way too dangerous to be left alone in my kitchen."

You chuckled, flicking ash into the sink.

"Then don’t leave," you said, voice lazy, teasing.

Sanji smiled against your cheek, teeth just grazing your skin as he whispered,

"Wasn't planning to."

And from the way his hand slid down to your hip, you knew he meant it.

Smoker

The port was busy, noisy, and reeking of salt and sweat.

Perfect place to disappear for a while.

You slipped between two battered brick buildings, finding a patch of shade away from the main street. No patrols, no Marines. Just the low hum of the sea and the sharp scratch of your lighter as you tried, once, twice — and cursed under your breath.

Dead. Perfect.

You rolled the unlit blunt between your fingers, considering your options. Borrowing a lighter wasn’t on the table — too many judging eyes. Especially for someone like you, already treading too close to the Navy's leash.

"Problem?"

The deep, rough voice made you freeze. A shadow stretched into the alley. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.

Vice-Admiral Smoker stepped into view, coat draped over his broad shoulders, two cigars clamped between his teeth, smoke curling around his head like a storm cloud.

You gave him a flat look, the blunt dangling lazily from your lips.

"No lighter," you said simply.

Smoker snorted, amused in that dry, almost imperceptible way of his. He pulled one cigar free and tucked it into his coat, flicking his silver lighter open with a smooth motion.

He lit his remaining cigar, took a deep drag — and then, without saying a word, held the lighter out to you.

You raised an eyebrow but leaned forward, cupping a hand around the flame as you lit the blunt, your face close enough to his chest that you could smell the faint scent of smoke, leather, and something warmer underneath.

You inhaled slow, savoring the first pull, then leaned back against the rough brick wall with a sigh.

"Didn't peg you for the sharing type," you said, smoke curling from your mouth.

Smoker grunted, replacing the cigar between his lips.

"Don't make me regret it," he said, but there was no real bite in his voice.

For a moment, you just stood there, passing slow, lazy pulls between you. The world outside the alley blurred into meaningless noise.

Then, bold from the buzz creeping in your veins, you leaned forward again—holding the blunt between your fingers—and offered the smoke directly to him, a silent challenge.

Smoker’s gaze sharpened slightly, amused. He plucked the cigar from his mouth and stepped into your space, his broad chest almost brushing yours.

Without hesitation, he caught the smoke straight from your lips, leaning in so close you could feel the heat of him — and then, instead of pulling back, he kissed you.

It was rough at first, full of the same heat and tension that always seemed to spark between you. His hand came up to cradle your jaw, fingers pressing firmly as he tilted your head back just slightly.

You opened for him without thinking, the kiss deepening into something slower, hotter — tongues brushing, breath hitching between you. His mouth tasted of smoke and salt and something that was just him.

The world outside the alley dissolved entirely.

When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t messy — just breathless, lingering. His forehead rested against yours, both of you catching your breath in the haze of smoke curling between you.

"You," he muttered, voice low and thick, "are nothing but bad news."

You smirked against his lips, your hands still fisted loosely in the fabric of his coat.

"Good thing you’re terrible at saying no," you murmured.

Smoker let out a rough, half-laugh, half-growl, and kissed you again—deeper, slower, like he had no plans to stop this time.

And honestly, neither did you.

You barely had time to settle into the heat of Smoker’s mouth again, the slow grind of his body pressing yours back against the brick wall, when—

"S-smoker-san?!"

The sharp voice cracked through the alley like a gunshot.

Both of you froze.

Smoker broke the kiss with a low, almost feral growl under his breath, his hand still curled possessively around your waist.

You cracked one eye open lazily, barely lifting your head from Smoker’s shoulder to glance toward the entrance of the alley.

Tashigi stood there, sword awkwardly bumping against her hip, her entire face rapidly turning the color of a boiled lobster.

"I— I— I was looking for you to discuss patrol routes— but I can—! I can come back later!" she sputtered, already halfway turning on her heel, practically tripping over herself to get away.

Smoker let out a long, slow exhale through his nose, the kind of breath that usually meant someone was about to get absolutely wrecked—but he didn’t move away from you. His hand stayed right where it was, fingers still flexing slightly against your hip.

"You’d better," he said, loud enough for Tashigi to hear as she fled back into the chaos of the port.

You couldn't help it—you laughed. A low, smoky sound that vibrated against his chest.

"Think we traumatized her," you said, voice rough with amusement.

Smoker shot you a sideways glare, but there was no real fire behind it. If anything, he looked... pleased. Dangerous. Like a man who didn’t give a damn who saw what he wanted.

"Serves her right for barging in without knocking," he muttered, gruff.

You arched a brow, grinning lazily up at him.

"Maybe you should install a door in your alleys."

Smoker huffed a laugh — a real one, low and brief — and bent to kiss you again, less careful this time. Hotter, a little messier. His free hand finally dropped the half-burned cigar, grinding it under his boot as he pressed you back into the wall, fully claiming your mouth again like he had all the time in the world.

And honestly, for once, you hoped he did.

Crocodile

The lounge was dim, soaked in the kind of golden light that made everything seem a little more expensive than it probably was.

Low jazz music played from hidden speakers, and the soft clink of chips and whiskey glasses filled the background.

You slouched lazily in a velvet armchair near the back, rolling the blunt between your fingers, cool and unbothered. No one really noticed you here — not with the heavyweights and high-rollers stealing the spotlight.

But, of course, he noticed.

You felt it before you saw him — a shift in the room’s atmosphere, a change in the way conversations dropped to murmurs.

Crocodile’s presence was like a thundercloud creeping over sunny skies.

You kept your expression blank, indifferent, even as you realized your lighter was nowhere to be found.

Perfect.

Exactly what you needed.

You sighed, the blunt sitting unlit between your lips, considering your next move.

A shadow fell across your table. You didn’t bother looking up.

"Need something?" Crocodile’s voice rumbled, amused.

You tilted your head slightly, fixing him with a bored stare, the blunt still balanced at the corner of your mouth.

"Seems I’m short a flame," you said, voice dry.

Crocodile’s lips curled around his cigar, eyes gleaming with something sharp and entertained.

He didn’t say a word.

Instead, he bent slightly at the waist — slow, deliberate — bringing the burning tip of his cigar close to the end of your blunt.

Too close.

He stopped just shy, forcing you to lean in to meet him.

You exhaled through your nose, slow and steady, and leaned forward, lips brushing barely near his cigar, lighting your own off the glowing ember. The flame caught with a faint crackle, a tiny hiss.

The whole time, Crocodile didn’t move an inch.

The smell of smoke, expensive leather, and something faintly spiced wrapped around you like a second skin.

You leaned back into your chair, taking a long, slow pull from the newly lit blunt. The first hit bloomed warm in your lungs. You exhaled lazily toward the ceiling, your eyes half-lidded.

"You're welcome," Crocodile said, voice dripping with dry amusement, straightening to his full height.

You tapped ash into a crystal ashtray nearby without even glancing at him.

"Didn’t say thank you," you replied coolly.

He chuckled — a low, dangerous sound that vibrated in the base of his chest.

"Didn't expect you to."

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The tension crackled softly between you, thick and slow, like molasses dripping from a knife.

Crocodile shifted, the gold of his rings catching the low light as he pulled a chair up to yours — close enough that his knee brushed yours under the table.

Deliberate.

Territorial.

"You planning to cause trouble tonight?" he asked, cigar smoke curling lazily around his words.

You blew out another cloud of smoke, just as lazy, just as unbothered.

"Depends," you murmured, voice low. "You planning to stop me?"

Crocodile smirked around his cigar, eyes gleaming with something dark and hungry.

"Not tonight."

He sat back, perfectly relaxed, the image of a king amused by the antics of his favorite piece.

You could feel his eyes on you as you smoked, weighing every slow drag, every lazy exhale.

Watching.

Waiting.

The house always won in places like this.

And tonight, it was clear you weren’t going anywhere.

The minutes slipped by in a slow, heavy haze.

The blunt burned low between your fingers, each drag slower than the last. Across the small table, Crocodile watched you like a predator sizing up easy prey — not rushing, not moving, just waiting for the exact right moment.

You met his gaze through the rising smoke, your face blank, but your heart starting to thrum a little harder behind your ribs.

He shifted finally, leaning forward slightly, elbows braced on his knees. The gold of his rings caught the light again, flashing like a warning.

"Come here," he said lowly, almost conversational, like you were a thing he fully expected to obey.

You didn't move immediately. You took another lazy pull from your blunt instead, blowing the smoke off to the side with a small smirk. Testing him. Pushing.

Crocodile huffed a small laugh under his breath, all amusement gone razor sharp.

Without warning, he reached across the table, hand catching you by the wrist — not rough, but firm, dragging you forward until you were pulled out of your chair and into his space.

The blunt dangled forgotten from your fingers as he leaned in — close enough that you could see the faint scar cutting across his face, the glint of amusement and warning in his heavy-lidded eyes.

He reached up with two fingers, plucking the blunt casually from your grip and setting it in the ashtray with a careless flick.

"You’re slow," he murmured, voice like warm gravel. "Let me show you how it's done."

You barely had time to process it before Crocodile’s lips crashed into yours.

It was rough — like he was making a point. His mouth devoured yours with an intensity that was unexpected, yet exactly what you needed. His cigar still burned between his fingers, and before you even had the chance to think about it, he tilted the cigar toward your lips, offering the smoke as you kissed.

The warm, glowing tip of the cigar hovered near your mouth, and you instinctively opened up, taking in the deep, spicy taste as you inhaled. The heat of it filled your lungs, mixing with the taste of Crocodile’s kiss — rich, dangerous, intoxicating.

You pulled back just a bit, lips brushing against his, then exhaled slowly, the smoke curling out from your mouth and into his.

Without breaking eye contact, Crocodile inhaled the smoke you gave him, his gaze darkening as he held it in for a beat, then exhaled it slowly, sending it back toward you.

The air was thick now, saturated with smoke and the lingering taste of him. Every breath felt like it stretched the moment, making it last forever, and yet, you knew it was only a brief exchange.

When he pulled away, his lips were curved into that same smug, dangerous smirk.

"Better," he muttered, voice rough with satisfaction. "Now you’re getting it."

You smirked back, though your chest felt a little tighter than it had before.

"You’re insufferable," you said, the words coming out softer than you intended, but your heart was still racing in your chest.

Crocodile chuckled low, the sound like a dangerous promise.

"Only when it suits me," he said, leaning back in his chair and taking another slow drag from his cigar. He didn’t look at you directly but you could feel the weight of his gaze on your lips. "You’ll learn, eventually. That’s how the game is played."

You stayed there, breathless and still, as the tension simmered between you.

The house always won.

And tonight, you were playing Crocodile's game

[antinousletmehit]

HAIAIA REI!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAYY/NIGHT/EVENING , REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER AND TAKE BREAKS!! I KNOW YOU'RE PROBABLY BUSY WITH A LOT OF REQUESTS BUT I WAS THINKING OF A TELEMACHUS X READER WHERE THE READER IS LIKE MANHANDLES HIM (I thought it was funny and a bit silly THEHE) AND HE JUST FALLS MORE IN LOVE WITH HER BUT ODYSSEUS WAS NEARBY AND HE'S JUST LIKE "😧" please do it if you're not uncomfortable tho!! And when you have time!! :33 ANYWAYY HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT/EVENING

୨୧┇how I feel after doing Aikos request after a month

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Odysseus had seen battle. He had faced monsters, endured storms, and survived the wrath of gods. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for the absolute absurdity of watching his son get dragged by the hair through the halls of the palace, looking completely smitten.

You had a firm grip on Telemachus’s thick curls, yanking him along as he stumbled after you, only half-resisting. “You absolute idiot,” you growled. “I told you to stop sneaking out at night, but do you listen? No. Now I have to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.”

Telemachus, despite being unceremoniously hauled by his hair, was grinning like an idiot. His face was flushed, and he looked practically delighted. “You’re so strong,” he sighed, stumbling slightly as you yanked him forward. “Gods, it’s hot.”

Odysseus stood frozen in the middle of the hall, watching with an expression of pure disbelief. “You’re—what?” you snapped, throwing a glare over your shoulder.

Telemachus just gazed at you with open admiration, like you had personally brought him down from Olympus. “I love when you handle me like this,” he said, voice a little too dreamy for someone being dragged.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “You would.”

Odysseus couldn’t take it anymore. “Boy,” he barked, stepping forward, “why in the name of all the gods are you letting someone drag you by the hair?”

Telemachus blinked at his father as if the answer were obvious. “Because she’s perfect,” he said, shrugging even as you tightened your grip on his curls. Odysseus opened his mouth. Then shut it. He inhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Have you no pride?” he finally managed, voice strained.

Telemachus just grinned. “Not when it comes to her.”

You scoffed, finally releasing his hair with a shove. He barely even stumbled, just beaming at you like a lovesick fool. “I swear,” Odysseus muttered under his breath, shaking his head, “I should’ve left you in Pylos.”

Telemachus dusted himself off, still watching you with that infuriatingly fond expression. “So,” he said, tilting his head. “Are you gonna toss me around some more, or is that it?” Odysseus gave up. You, however, grabbed Telemachus by the collar and pulled him close.

“Do that stupid sneaking-out act again,” you warned, voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll throw you down the stairs next time.” Telemachus’s breath hitched. His face went red.

Odysseus groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m leaving. I can’t witness this.” As he stormed off, you huffed and let go of Telemachus, who was now watching you with an almost dazed expression.

“…You really like this, don’t you?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Telemachus just smiled, still flushed. “With you? I’d let you throw me off a cliff.”

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

chewtoy | s. gojo

✮ tags ; dead dove: do not eat, noncon, humiliation, abuse of power / power imbalance, master / servant relationship, titles like master satoru, he's being Really Fucking Weird (sniffs u a bunch...rip), oral(f!receiving) 18+

✮ wc ; 2k (????)

✮ a/n ; horrible horrible man. can he leave me alone. extension of this

"The young Master is calling for you."

You try not to flinch. Aiko gives you a warm, summery smile and a soft nudge to your side. You can only assume this means you've succeeded and she doesn't sense your disgust.

"He's so fond of you," She ends her sentence with a wispy sigh. "Must be nice to have a rich, powerful man fawn over you a bit, right?"

You remain indifferent. She smiles again. You think she is infinitely more beautiful than you. Soft, bouncy hair and smooth skin. Her naive nature makes her shine brighter than one thousand suns. It'd be nice if the young Master showed interest in someone like her.

You put the dream to rest quickly.

"You shouldn't keep him waiting," She hums. It's so innocent. "Go on, don't let me keep you."

You don't tell her you wish she would keep you. She is also right that you should not keep him waiting. If he's summoned you to his chambers deliberately, that means he is already feeling impatient. Master Satoru never seeks you out unless he is in some kind of mood.

He's had this habit since childhood. You've never made him aware of it, and you don't plan too. One of the few things you help you know what to expect from him.

You nod her along, tell her to finish up work in the living quarters to which she agrees merrily. Her spirits are lifted by the prospect of the young Master showing you fondness. Some part of you wishes you could share in her joy.

A pit of dread makes your steps heavy, but your footfall is light and beautiful. You are poised and cool as you walk along the dark, dreary hallways that lead to the Master's office.

A door swallowed in shadow, a single light shining on the golden plaque with the young Master's full name. You knock twice, announcing yourself.

"You're here," He says. You try not to flinch. You're certain you do not succeed. You are thankful he cannot see you - or you hope he can't. "Come in,"

You open the door and step inside to his office - shutting the door behind you. Muscle memory guides you to your curtsy. You bow politely.

"Yes, Master?"

"So stuffy," His voice makes your chest feel tight with discomfort. Frustration ebbs underneath it, cuts like a jagged edged knife. "At least call me, Satoru. Our relationship is much better than that, I thought."

"I could never be so informal to the young Master," You say, and then concede. "But I will call you Master Satoru, if you wish."

"How obstinate," He drawls. You do not life your head to see the face he makes. You already know what it looks like. It's burned into your mind. "But I suppose I'll make do. Lift your head."

You lift your head, but do not look at his face.

"Come closer,"

You step towards him, your lungs pushing air out of you manually. Remembering to breathe evenly is a herculean task. He beckons you closer until you're within distance of his touch.

He glances at you. "Look at me."

You try not to hesitate and force your eyes forward. His eyes undress you. Pointed gaze falls along your features, outlines your every inch, and analyzes your face. You remain even. He hums.

His frivolity is missing. This is suddenly more frightening. His mood is worse than you thought.

"Lift your skirt,"

Your muscles tense as you try not to shake. You succeed. He lets out a soft breath before he drops down onto his knees. You do not let yourself make any sort of expression, averting your gaze. He stares long and hard at your clothed pussy.

You tremble. He assess you silently, eyes flitting up.

"Sit in my chair with your skirt over your waist. So I can see you properly and all."

You listen to his instructions mindlessly. The velvet of his chair and warmth of his remaining body heat touch your bare ass and thighs. Satoru turns to you, still on knees. His hand wraps around your ankles and slips your shoes off of you.

You close your eyes. Sudden intimacy makes you slink back.

"Look at me."

It is is a command. You let your gaze fall on him again and watch on in excruciating nausea. Your stomach twists violently at the fragility of it all. Slender fingers hook into your knee socks and pull them down along your calve until they're off. His gaze catches yours. He does not smile at you. His hand comes around your ankle again and lifts your leg closer to his face. His nose presses against the bend of your foot.

He inhales. You try not to react but you can feel your eyes go wide. Feel your muscles clench, your heart sinking. Iron fills your mouth.

He lets his nose nudge up against the top of your calf.

"Young Master,"

He stares at you. Irritation flits through his gaze. There's no getting out of this, no mercy. You slink back again. He does smile that time.

Your body prickles with unwanted heat at the sensation. He licks along your legs, biting the supple skin - huffing the scent of your sweat every time he goes along. His teeth sink perversely into your flesh, sucking until there's throbbing, marks against your calves. The color of an orchid, purple and red. Fear strikes in you like a match. His grip on your ankles moves to the back of your calves and squeezes tight. He repeats the process on both calves intently.

There's claim to this. You know this part of him. He is claiming you with vicious confidence. Something with deeper magnitude then lust. For you, he is desire and ownership and want incarnat. A testament of his own beliefs. You willfully do no make noise aside from a gasp or breath.

You don't know how long it takes until he's satisfied with the state both legs.

He moves up. Bites the soft flesh of your thigh. You nearly spit out another useless plea. Shamelessness makes up his every move. His tongue slides over every single inch of your bare skin until his noses brushes along your cunt.

He doesn't lick you there. Not right away. Again he sniffs, breathes you in deep and uncomfortable. It's violating in all senses of the word, his grip tightening on your thighs as he huffs your scent. You haven't bathed. You've practically been running around since morning, but he doesn't let up and breathes you in anyway.

You squirm at that point. Your face contorts so slightly and he's watching you for it. His face finally cracks a smile and abject dread makes your spine lock up.

"Mm," He emphasizes the sound. It's so loud in such a quiet room. "That's it."

You don't have the strength to say anything.

It's frighteningly abrupt and rough, the feeling of his mouth along your pussy. He sucks at your clit from outside the fabric and you gasp - suddenly helpless. It's not the first time, of course not. But it's never this... random. Never this rough.

Your back arches at the sudden motion, face breaking - and Satoru grips you tighter and forces you back into the chair. Forces his tongue against your clit and sucks hard through the cotton material. Your body betrays you in its reaction - nipples pebbling underneath your clothes. Nearly screaming from the sensitivity. Your lower body is all ache - hickeys and bruises and bite marks making you throb perpetually. Too much, too much, too much.

Shame floods your system as the first spike of arousal forces itself from you - your cunt floods, gushing with a sudden spike of want from rough treatment. The sound of him sucking you so hard and drenching it with his saliva echoes across the room. You're sure it's traveling into the hall.

"Master Satoru," Your voice is even but it cracks on his name. Tears form at the corners of your eyes - fear and shame mixing into desperation. "Satoru,"

He hums into your pussy and you shake. "What is it? What wish would you like your master to fulfill for you.

"Please," Your voice is hoarse. Bone-deep exhaustion is out done by adrenaline. "Not through the fabric, please. It's dirty."

He sucks again and you keen - nails digging into your palms as you throw your head back.

"Your Masters spit soaking your panties is dirty? How rude." He teases. The whimper leaves your mouth without permission. You wish this would end soon but even amidst your fog you know that is not more than a pipe dream.

He takes them off. Rolls them down your thighs all wet and drops them. You let out a sigh of relief before his nose bridges touches your clit again. Swallowing the sound, you look away.

"It's soaked," He says conversationally, "Your needy little cunt is making a mess of your Master's chair. Tsk, tsk - so shameful."

"I'm sorry," You croak, unsure of what else to say. "I'll clean it."

He laughs, seemingly alleviated from his prior upset at the state of your humiliation.

"I'm sure you'll do an excellent job," He rests his hand over the mound of your sex - using pointer and thumb to spread your lips apart and get view of your swollen little clit. He breathes on it. "But you're still begging me for my attention down here. Filthy pussy for such a meticulous maid. Do you know how wet you are? Did you miss me so much?"

You don't answer him. He goes on.

"I thought of you all week," His voice is soft. Tinged with affection, or something like it. "Ahh, dealing with higher ups is such a pain."

You stare at him. He looks back at you with a smile. You flinch. You flinch certainly. "But I can always take it out on you, can't I? This perfect, filthy, needy cunt. It'll only every belong to me and I get to use it to my hearts content. I thought of that suddenly then called you."

It's not just your cunt he's interested in. That'd be relieving if that were the case. If he only ever used you to vent his sexual frustrations, treat you like a personal cocksleeve. You think it might be better that way.

He's too fond of you for that.

The young Master treats you like a chew toy instead. He bites, licks, slobbers, and misuses you. He might hump you to chase his high from time to time, might throw you around for rough sex should the mood suit him. But he's not a clueless oaf, some classless barbarian who only feels pleasure from his cock.

His violation is something else. It's deeper in scent, richer in taste. It is born from his greatness.

He's smart enough to know exploitation and that's what gets him off most. He exploits you. Exploits your reactive body, exploits your stoicism, exploits your dedication to your duty. You're his chew toy because you are designed to be unbreakable. You are indestructible.

But you have the perfect amount of give. You flinch, sigh, and whimper enough to make your Master thrilled. You squeak and moan like you're heat addled when he plays with you enough.

To Satoru, you're the most perfect thing to ever grace his life. His favorite toy that he's bitten at since he was just a boy and grew so fond of.

No matter how much you end up in tatters, Satoru can't help but love you with all of his heart.

You get exhausted being thrown around. But you can't go anywhere, either. He's so watchful of you. He might go crazy and bite if you were to disappear.

"Cum for me," He says, sucking on your clit much more softly. He's gentle but exact. Knows the ins and outs of your body enough to send you racing towards the edge with an unimaginable speed. You gasp and shudder, holding onto his chair for your life as an orgasm shoots through like lightning through a telephone wire.

You cum. You cum hard, bruised and mind-broken and nauseous and you cum so hard something spurts out of you and makes the chair wet. The young Master is nonplussed of course, and laps it up like a dog drinking water.

"Ahh, much better." He's pleased as he stands up and then bends down to your height. His hand cradles the back of your neck with a pleasant sigh as he forces a cum-soaked kiss onto your mouth. "Just as I thought, you were just what I needed."

Utterly defeated, you pull away with a gasp. "...I'm happy to serve you, Master Satoru."

"Such a nice sentence from your mouth, true or not." He gives you one more kiss, to the crown of your head. Too tender, too raw. "Prepare yourself to service me a bit more, then."

[writeriguess]

Kiribaku having kids (twins boy & girl) they start kindergarten and into the year they notice the kids are sadder when they come home they’re more quiet and in a certain day kiribaku and reader (secret girlfriend) are out on a date while the kids are at school and they get a call they need picked up asap cause something’s wrong so they all three go not thinking about it and the kids meet her Sav’s a few months go by and the kids finally say the issue was not having a mommy but now they have one

A Missing Piece

Kirishima and Bakugou had always known they wanted kids. It had been a long journey—filled with paperwork, home visits, and nervous waiting—but when they finally brought home their twins, Ren and Aiko, it was like their lives truly began.

They tackled fatherhood like they tackled everything else: with passion, dedication, and an unshakable love for their children. They weren’t perfect, but they always made sure Ren and Aiko knew they were safe, cherished, and cared for.

So when the twins started kindergarten, it was a huge milestone—not just for them, but for their dads.

The first few weeks were amazing. Every afternoon, the kids would come home brimming with stories, bouncing with excitement as they recounted every detail of their day. Bakugou and Kirishima would listen intently, grinning at their enthusiasm, feeling a sense of relief that their kids were adjusting so well.

But slowly, things started to change.

It was subtle at first. The twins weren’t as chatty when they got home. Their excitement dimmed, their energy lowered. They weren’t causing trouble like usual, weren’t filling the house with their infectious laughter.

Kirishima noticed it first, his sharp observation skills picking up on their quiet moods. He tried to bring it up to Bakugou, but at first, his husband brushed it off.

“They’re kids. They’ll have bad days.”

But then bad days turned into bad weeks.

And when Aiko, their usually fiery and opinionated daughter, pushed away her plate at dinner one night without saying a word, even Bakugou knew something was wrong.

That night, after tucking the twins into bed, Kirishima leaned against the kitchen counter with a deep frown. “Something’s up, man. They’re different.”

Bakugou exhaled heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I see it too.”

“We should talk to them.”

“Tch. Like they’ll tell us anything,” Bakugou muttered, but the frustration in his voice wasn’t directed at the kids. He just hated feeling powerless.

They decided to give it a little more time, hoping the kids would open up when they were ready.

But weeks passed, and things didn’t improve.

Then the call came.

It was supposed to be a rare, peaceful day off.

Kirishima and Bakugou were on a date—something they hadn’t done in way too long. Between hero work and parenting, moments alone were hard to come by.

They were walking through the city with you—Bakugou’s secret girlfriend.

He hadn’t told the twins about you yet, not because he was ashamed, but because introducing someone into their lives was a big step. He and Kirishima had agreed that when the time was right, when things felt solid, they’d take that next step.

Right now, though, all three of you were enjoying a carefree day. You laughed at Bakugou’s usual grumbling and leaned into Kirishima’s easy warmth. It was comfortable, effortless.

And then Bakugou’s phone rang.

“Mr. Bakugou, we need you to come pick up Ren and Aiko immediately.”

His entire body tensed. “What? What happened?”

“They’re very upset. We think it’s best you come in.”

Kirishima and Bakugou didn’t waste a second. The date was forgotten as they rushed to the school, you tagging along without hesitation.

When they arrived, the twins were sitting together in a small, quiet room, curled into each other like two halves of the same soul. Their tiny hands were clenched, eyes downcast.

It hurt.

Kirishima stepped forward first, crouching beside them. “Hey, little ones.” His voice was soft, careful. “What’s going on?”

Ren sniffled but didn’t speak. Aiko peeked up at them, then hesitated when her eyes landed on you.

You stayed quiet, offering a small smile, not wanting to overwhelm them.

“They’re not talking much,” the teacher explained gently. “But we think something has been bothering them for a while. It might be best if they tell you.”

Bakugou crouched beside Kirishima, his red eyes soft with concern. “Come on, brats. Tell us what’s wrong.”

It took a moment, but then, in a tiny voice, Aiko whispered, “The other kids said it’s weird that we don’t have a mommy.”

Silence.

Kirishima and Bakugou exchanged a glance.

“They… what?” Bakugou’s voice was dangerously low, but Kirishima nudged him gently to keep him in check.

Ren wiped his nose on his sleeve. “They laughed at us when we said we have two dads.” His lower lip trembled. “They said all families are supposed to have a mommy and a daddy. And that maybe… maybe our mommy left ‘cause she didn’t love us.”

Kirishima felt something in his chest crack. He pulled the twins into a hug without hesitation. “Hey, don’t listen to that, okay? That’s not true. You are so, so loved.”

Aiko clutched at his shirt. “But we don’t have a mommy…”

A beat of silence passed.

And then Ren glanced at you again.

“But… do we now?”

You froze.

The question hung in the air like an unspoken wish.

Bakugou and Kirishima both looked at you, their expressions unreadable. It was a moment they hadn’t planned for, hadn’t expected—but maybe, just maybe, the kids had seen something they hadn’t fully realized yet.

Your heart clenched as you met the hopeful, tear-filled eyes of the twins.

You knelt in front of them, keeping your voice warm but careful. “Families come in all shapes, you know. But if… if you’d like, I’d love to be a part of yours.”

Ren hiccupped. “You would?”

Aiko’s eyes were wide.

You smiled, holding out your arms, giving them the choice.

It only took a second before they crashed into you, burying themselves in your warmth.

Kirishima swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. Bakugou turned away, rubbing at his face with a grumble, but his shaking shoulders gave him away.

The twins held onto you like a missing puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

“Yeah,” you whispered against their hair, holding them tight. “You do now.”

And just like that, their family became whole.

[venusincleo]

Time. iii.

Part One [i]. ♡ Part Two [ii].

Warnings: MDNI • Explicit • Aaron Pierre x Black!Reader, smoking, a lil angst, a lil fluff, teasing, p in v, creampie, slight overstimulation, pet names, DDLG kink, BDSM themes, Soft!Aaron, omniscient POV and more...

BKG/Summary: As you and Aaron maintain your budding love in your long distance relationship, your respective careers continue to grow exponentially. Your writing has picked up wonderfully, and your newest work is to hit local shelves with pre-orders out for delivery. When there is a snag in production and they print the wrong cover, fans are rightfully mad but have no one to blame but you. To help cope with the stress, you call Aaron, hoping that he can talk you down but as he's busy himself, all you get is solutions. To make up for his lack of sensitivity to a moment that may very well be formative to your career, he gets a one way flight to see you.

Word Count: 3.8k❣

A/N: ✴︎Happy New Year!✴︎ Tell me how you liked this one 💗🫶🏾

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right now i need your loving, one way flight ain't nothin'... - NYL by Phabo

Light smoke billowed from your lips, taking the color of the bronze sky as you blew it out of your large window. Your eyes low and your mind clear, you gazed into the horizon, thanking God for the beauty He had painted ions ago. You gazed along the limited foliage and bustling street underneath your apartment building, and couldn’t help giggling at the fact that everything seemed to be orange under the filter of the sunset.

As your mind was numbed from any of the day's events, you thought back to the person you would have loved to share this moment with. Earlier in your hectic day, you had called him for some relief from life’s unexpected symptoms but you did not get the reaction you desired. Wise but stern motivations took the place of the gentle words you thought you were sure to receive.

Then, your yearning tone turned defensive, and that was not pretty. Before you knew it, you and Aaron had had a small spat about his tone, and then you were hanging up in his face.

It wasn’t like you needed him to make things better, but you at least hoped that he would love on you enough for you to see the solution for yourself. Instead, he made it seem like he was too busy to handle your emotions in the moment, like he was unable to make the time. Though, two short minutes of affirmations would have sufficed, no doubt.

Now, you were okay with not speaking to him for the rest of the day. You wanted to feel your high for as long as humanly possible.

With a levitating sway of your hips, you allowed your bare feet to usher you back into your living room, your patterned maxi dress flowing behind you as you turned up your speaker. As Jhene Aiko’s voice heightened in volume, you rolled your body to her sensual lyrics, joint in the air.

'Let’s go half on a son, how far do you wanna go? Ohhhhh…'

Just as you brought your herb back to your lips to take in a long puff, your phone rang, interrupting the music. Breathing out the smoke quickly, you rush to your phone, ready to decline the call when you see the contact photo. Aaron.

A deep sigh rushes past your lips as you press the green button, taking a drag from your j as you see the call connecting. Distracted by nothing in particular, Aaron’s eyes take a moment to focus on your face through the screen, but once he does, he scoffs in near disbelief.

“I see you found an outlet.” His deep voice is littered with droplets of venom, and you roll your eyes as you breathe out the smoke you were holding.

“I would much rather have something else for that but, here I am.” You are involuntarily calm, your logical mind wanting to give him back what he was dishing. But physically, the effects of the weed wouldn’t even allow you to be phased. You were just…there.

“Anyways, did you call for something or what? Cause I’m busy…” You bend down to your coffee table to ash your joint in your pretty glass tray, and then your red eyes meet Aaron’s on your FaceTime. He hears a hint of reciprocation of the energy he gave you this morning, and his eyes soften, his natural pout a bit more defined.

“Uh, yeah…I’m outside.” Without much thought to his words, you smack your teeth, and look at your j, examining the neatly rolled herb inside.

“Okay, nigga.” All he can do is chuckle at your reaction, and you look at your screen to see what’s so funny.

“No, I’m really,” He begins, and then you hear three knocks echoing on either side of your phone. “Outside.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you set your joint down in your tray and go to your front door. A quick glance through your peephole is all it takes to see Aaron’s large frame waiting right on the other side, and you instantly hang up the phone. After unlocking it, you swing your door open and meet Aaron’s eyes.

Every feeling that you had been avoiding bubbled up quickly, like seeing him was the last straw. Shit. You cursed yourself internally. You didn’t want to fold under his intense blue eyes, but as his softened demeanor waits to be welcomed in, tears sting at the sides of your eyes. Blinking to try and keep the waterworks at bay, you step aside and allow a space for him to make his entrance, looking off into the distance of your apartment.

Once he steps in, and waits for you to close your door, he watches you turn on your heel to face him. Soft steps in your direction lead him to the space right in front of you, and he leans his head down to be face to face with you.

“Come here.” His English accent sticks to his deep voice, and he places his hands on your hips to pull you in closer. You almost allow him to hug you, but as he begins to nestle his face in your neck, you reach your hands up to push him away from you.

“No. You hurt me, Aaron.” He keeps his stature, silently flexing his strength over you, but he moves back a little to try and respect your wishes. The tears continue to flood your eyes, but at this point, you don’t care anymore. You want him to see how he made you feel, you need him to.

Seeing you so upset with him makes Aaron’s chest tighten with worry. It wasn’t his intention to make you cry, it never was. But he couldn’t help but notice the tears threatening to spill over your lower lid at any moment.

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry.” His tone is soft, maybe the softest it’s been all day, and you find yourself looking up into his slightly upturned eyes. You want to kiss him so bad, just say ‘fuck it’ to all the points you had in mind to make to him. But you had to at least bring up the most pressing one, your mind wouldn’t allow you to forget it.

“Aaron, I-…” You begin, shaking your head as you try to form your words in a neutral way. A tear falls onto your cheek as you find just what you want to convey.

“You won’t always be able to pop up on me like this; phone calls are our primary form of communication right now. If you’re too busy for calls then maybe we should rethink this relationship.”

“I’m not too busy for your phone calls, Y/N. Today was just a bit stressful for me too but, I had no right to take that out on you.” His hands rub at your sides as he gazes into your eyes. “Truly, I apologize.”

A moment of quiet falls between the two of you, and you take in a deep breath, releasing it into the room.

“Thank you.” Your voice was near a whisper, as you took in his second apology. Comfortable now, that the two of you were on the same page, even if only for tonight, you reach your arms around Aaron’s neck, peering up into his pretty eyes yet again. Instantly, he pulls your body into his and brings his hand to your face to wipe your fallen tear.

A lush peck laces the lack of space between each of your lips, and then finally Aaron gets the hug that he yearned for. His strong arms squeeze around your body as he rests his head in the space of your shoulder and his large hands find their ways to the skin of your back. You feel his supple lips on your neck and you breathe in slowly, smelling the distinct scent of his luxury cologne mixed in with his pheromones. Your mouth nearly waters at the perfection of the warm, clean notes of his fragrance.

"I don't like seeing you cry, pretty girl." He rasps against your neck, sending tingles down your spine.

"I know." You run a dainty hand down his neck, along his shoulder and bicep, squeezing at the toned muscle. Mmm.

"Not unless Papa is making you feel that good." He trails his hands down your body, resting at your plump ass to give it a squeeze. Hearing your whispered gasp at his gesture, he brings his face back parallel to yours so he can see your expression.

Doe eyes stare up into his lowered ones, the energy in the room long past shifted, and waiting to be acted upon.

"You want me to make you feel good?" Your eyes flicker from his lowered gaze to his full pink lips, your vision shadowed by your long eyelashes.

“Yes.” As your vision is fixed on his pretty mouth, Aaron leans forward to seemingly give you what you want. But just when your lips get close, he pulls away, his intense glare demanding your attention.

Looking up into his eyes yet again, you press your body further into his, craving so desperately to feel his kiss. Instead of a kiss though, Aaron brings a strong hand to your shoulders, pushing your lovely black kinks out of his way. Sure enough, his tender hand wraps around your neck tautly, and he pulls your face right up to his.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His chest rises and falls quicker as he watches your lips purse to reply to him.

“I want you to make love to me.” He closes in on your lips but when your eyes don’t leave his, he waits just a moment for your other requests.

“Start slow.” Your tone is breathy as you express just what you wanted and needed from your night. The ghost of a grin plays at Aaron’s lips, and then they finally connect with yours.

He parts his mouth almost instantly, the fulfilled desire of your tongue on his causing a soft moan to escape his lips. You aimlessly fight for balance, your tongues playing a tug of war you were okay with losing as long as it continued. Aaron’s hold on your neck stays firm for a few moments later, and then he slowly lets you go, bringing his strong hands to your ass through your flowing dress.

Your sure hands move to his shoulders to push his suit jacket off of his frame, and his arms leave your body to pull the tweed fabric off of him rather quickly. He throws his jacket to the side with no real regard for where it lands, and soon, his arms are back around you.

Aaron lifts you like you’re nothing, allowing your body to straddle his waist as he holds you up by your thighs. You don’t disconnect for any longer than a second, as you continue to press your needy kiss into his thick lips, feeling his hungry reciprocation. As you focus on the warm breath filling the space between your lips, and the secure hold you’re in, your body can’t help but react, your natural lubrication easing from between your thighs.

“Mm.” You grind your body against his, the friction of the clothes between you both being just enough to stimulate your throbbing clit. You whine against his lips, and he pulls away from the kiss to see your flustered face, as you bite your lip.

Seeing just how dire it is for you to feel something right now, Aaron carries you to your couch, where he lays you down softly. He lays over you as you keep your eyes locked on him, bringing a hand to your cheek as he presses his lips back into yours. As he delivers one of his slow, torturously enticing kisses, he rubs his hardened shaft against your heated core, grinding his hips against yours through your clothes.

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel yourself get wetter because of his efforts, and energy rushes through your body.

“Fuck, baby.” You breathe out, nearly being overcome with the feeling of him grinding into you. A deep breath leaves Aaron’s vocal cords in a gruff, stuttered tone, and he rubs himself against you just once more, pulling back just slightly to reach up your dress for your panties. But, when he feels nothing but your plush skin, he blinks slowly as he tries to contain his excitement.

As he takes his time pushing your dress up your body to reveal your moisturized melanin, his eyes trail past your hips, your navel, your torso and your chest to meet your pretty brown eyes yet again. Your eyelashes flutter against your cheek as you watch him intently, having a hint of an idea of what he’s about to do.

Gently, he tugs at the airy fabric of the dress you are barely wearing now, and his eyes turn stormy with desire.

“Take this off.”

You obey quickly, pulling the dress over your head and tossing it to the floor beside the couch. When your eyes meet his again, he lets a moment pass before he’s tugging his chocolate brown shirt off of his own body, revealing his soft, honey-toned skin and the rippled muscles under it. Your eyes instantly attach to the greek sculpture of his body, and you bite your lip absentmindedly as you caress his limbs with your gaze.

Under your longing specs, Aaron only leans himself forward, his body drawn to the thought of your willful and wanton touch. Catching on to his wants now, you sit up and allow your hands to grasp onto his waist, pulling him into you tenderly as your eyes flicker up to view his face.

Almost completely overtaken by the needs of your flesh, you place a series of supple kisses along Aaron’s abs. Your eyes don’t leave his stare as you decorate his skin with small pecks, teasing him just a little. But as his mind is dead set on how pretty your face is from this angle –and the tingles that erupt underneath his skin wherever your delicate hands are holding him– soft moans sneak through his lips.

Your skin heats at every moan, as they get more and more pronounced, and you get a bit sloppier with your technique. Instead of the innocent feather-light kisses you were delivering before, you part your lips to widen your kiss along his skin. Your wet kisses sound in the quiet room, ad-libbing over the music that had started back up on its own some time ago. The song you make is just enough to make Aaron even harder, and his whispered sounds of pleasure harmonize perfectly with your energy.

“Lay back.” He keeps his composure the best he can, his mind swirling with thoughts of you taking control of him and doing whatever you wanted. Yet, as you layed against the yielding cushions of your couch, luscious brown skin glistening underneath the dim light in your living room, all he knew is the only place he wanted to be, was with you. And he’d be damned if he messed it up over a phone call.

Slow hands reached for the button of his pants, and he took his time undoing the fastens that kept the fabric up on his hips. His movements sped up just a little as he got the pants off of his legs, and across the room, out of the way. The black breifs that once decorated his lower body are close behind, and then it’s just you and him.

Aaron’s kisses start at your feet, feather-light, gentle. He allows himself whatever pacing he found reasonable, for cherishing every piece of you. His lips trail up your calve, his large hand holding your leg in place as he nuzzles his nose in your skin to smell the luscious lotions you had put on hours earlier. As he gives the same amount of attention to your other leg, his kiss tender as ever as he memorizes every detail of your skin down to tracing scars, you can see just what his intentions are.

Your eyes water just a little as you watch him make a mental note of all of your details, goosebumps raising along your skin as he runs his strong hand along every inch. A gasp leaves your lips as the dopamine surging through your veins makes way for your skin to be even more heated, more pliable, more sensitive to his touch. He looks up for a moment to check in and when he sees your beautiful eyes staring back at him, a small grin raises on his lips.

The smile falls as he kisses up each of your thighs, the puddle between them worsening as he got closer. His lips fall onto the side of your thighs, traveling to your hips and the stretch marks that came with your grown woman weight. He caressed the skin adoringly, littering smaller kisses on each stripe of lighter skin he found. The breath caught in your throat as you thought of the implications of his doting actions, and the tears that had welled in your eyes were threatening to spill over.

“Aaron..” You called for him in a near-cry. Instantly, he brought his face right in front of yours, and you ran your hands along his shoulders, pulling him between your legs. His thick lips captured yours without any direction, and you kissed back eagerly, your manicured digits easing into the short curls on the back of his head. He drags the kiss on for a few more seconds, readying himself at your slick opening. When you feel his thick tip easing in just slightly, you wrap your legs around his waist tightly, trying to brace yourself for his length.

“You are so special to me, Y/N.” He mumbles against your lips before he pulls away to look you in the eyes. “I don’t ever want you to feel like I don’t care.” You reach your hand up to cup his cheek, as he continues to speak his heart to you.

“I love you, Y/N.” Aaron gives your lips a lush peck before he presses his forehead against yours, easing his throbbing cock into your wetness. You growl softly at the familiar feeling, a slight pressure reminding you of your first time together.

“Mmh, I love you too.” You whine, feeling him pull back out slowly, to thrust once again before he caught a swifter rhythm. All you can do is draw in more air, your exhales laced with high pitched exclamations of unexpected bliss.

“Daddy’s so sorry, princess.” He goes to nestle his face in the crook of your neck as he continues to make love to you a bit recklessly. Your breathing gets faster, your chest heaving up and down as you feel your climax rushing through your soma.

“Aghhh.” You squeal lightly, throwing your head back at the overwhelming feeling of his thickness going in and out, in and… out…in…and…out. Aaron recognizes your falsetto-esc moans, and leaves kisses on your ear before he whispers to you.

“Ugh, this alright?” He asks, his deep moans doing nothing but making it worse for you to concentrate on breathing right.

“Yes, baby… Shittttt…ugh y- so thick.” You almost hoped that he would take it easier on you, but Aaron had no such plans. His strong hands reached to your legs that were crossed behind his back, and pushed them up so that your knees touched your chest.

Carefully, he pulled out of you, staring down at your connection and the tracings of your pussy juices that decorated your folds, and his entire length. A gravelly moan leaves his vocal cords as he slides back into your opening, you welcoming him in with the tightest fit, and your eyebrows turn upward at such a fill.

“Fuckkk. I’m ‘bout to cum, baby.” Your whiny confession is followed by a hearty moan, and then you cover Aaron in your essence, dripping down your cunt to the couch beneath you, and circling his cock in the process. He slows down just a little bit, though he has no intentions of stopping, and leans toward you to give you the most silken kiss. Then, as he pulls away from your lips, gazing down into your eyes, he thrusts at this new, slower rhythm.

“Mmh, pussy so good.” A growl laced his mumbled words, as he fought the urge to pick up the pace even slightly. With rushed, panting breaths, he reached his hand up to your neck and grasped it just tight enough.

You feel a jump in the pit of your stomach as he works your core, effectively digging yet another nut out of you. As you feel just a little overstimulated, you reach up to his hand that is wrapped around your neck, and hold his wrist in place. You wouldn't dare tell him to stop. But it was so much, and he was so girthy... you didn't know how much more you could take.

Eyes glossy, you let in a deep breath, hoping to regulate yourself but instead, all you do is moan out loudly. You throw your head back yet again, this time unintelligible whimpers and mumbles leave your mouth, and a tear runs down the side of your face.

"A-Aaron." You croak quietly, grabbing at his hips with your free hand. You find yourself grasping at any flesh of his that is visible to your hazy eyes, and he just sighs in delight.

He bites his lip to try and stifle his own cries but moans slip through his teeth so eloquently, you can tell he's close. His strokes never falter; they just get sturdier, firmer. Soon, he's squeezing his eyes shut for just a moment to hold on for as long as he can.

With a few more thrusts and a couple more loud moans, he was releasing all of his gooey, warm elixir right inside of you.

“Ohh.” You breathe out tiredly, another wave rushing over you in your trembling climax.

Aaron pulls out of you tenderly now, hearing your combined moisture sound lewdly in the room. When he saw the mixture ease from your slightly stretched opening, he smiled boyishly and placed a kiss on your forehead and then your lips. You hum lovingly, revelling in the feeling of him giving you the soft Aaron you'd craved all day.

The two of you share a quiet beat, just trying to catch your breaths. And then a resolution pops into your head.

“I need this every day. Every once in a while ain’t cutting it.” You express, still catching your breath from your great session. He chuckles at your forwardness, and pecks your lips yet again as he thinks about how he could make such a request happen for you.

“Then maybe…I move closer…?” He ventures, just a bit unsure. With sparkling eyes, and a hand to his cheek you assure his suggestion with a bit of levity.

“Maybe you should.”

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[joontroverted]

of course other women want your boyfriend

pairing: nanami kento x reader

tags: nanami is 34. is that a warning? lol.

"your dad's kinda hot."

the bar isn't too full, just the regular crowd, and then some. of course there were other college kids, none that you knew. well, except this one.

you've seen aiko around, always at the back of the class. not that that's worth shaming, you ended up back there too often due to sleepy mornings to be looking down on her.

no, it's the constant bitching and laughing during class that pissed you the fuck off. not an ounce of respect or decorum for the rest of you depressed losers just trying to make it out of class with notes that made sense, or the poor professor, who has long since given up on admonishing her. so maybe you did once tell her off in the middle of class a week before finals. just once. or twice.

and here she is, having tapped on your shoulder as you were sipping your drink, bitching and laughing with her friends hanging behind her, snickering along.

"that's not my dad," you reply, ticked off.

her eyes widen in faux shock. "even better then! I didn't wanna make it too messy for you. what's his instagram?"

you laugh, bunching up your shoulders, finally putting down your drink and getting up. you're usually not the jealous type, and you're not even feeling jealous right now, more like a bubbling irritation.

"he doesn't have an Instagram. he's thirty four, what instagram do you think you're gonna be hitting him up on, huh?"

"thirty four? he looks forty plus at least! I didn't know being with a stuck up bitch like you would age a man like that, but makes sense!" she scoffs, looking you up and down.

"so you can pick up on social cues! I was wondering how you couldn't figure out that he's my boyfriend from the kiss he gave me or, perhaps from the way he was holding me, but turns out you're just a rude bitch who wants to slather her fingers all over my boyfriend!" you snap at her.

that makes a few people around you look over, and as much as you wanted to smack her across her face, you needed to maintain your standards.

"then where is he now? where's your boyfriend? and which forty year old brings his little girlfriend on a night out to a bar like-"

"there you are, sweetheart."

kento slides his arm around your waist, slipping into the seat next to yours.

nanami kento. thirty four. food critic! 6' 1", honey blonde hair slicked back, but a few pieces spill out on to his face, deep brown eyes that are both soft and sharp. his white shirt's sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing his thick forearms, veiny with light, golden hair. the bar and the girl in front of you almost fade to the back of your mind when his cologne hits your nose, sending you into a daze.

almost.

"ken!" you breathe.

"did i keep you too long? you know satoru, refusing to get to the point," he frowns, dropping a kiss on your forehead. "what's got you all worked up?"

"hey!"

his eyes leave yours to look at aiko. "yes?"

"how come she doesn't bring you around more often? she's always all by herself, in her own little world! so shy, really! i'm aiko, we go to class together!" she smiles at him, all cute and bubbly like.

"what are you trying to do?" you ask, shouldering youself between kento and her. "you trying to swoop in and show him a better life or something? do you need attention that bad?"

"oh my god, you guys, look she's getting all bothered!" she gasps to her friends around her. "no babe i didn't mean it like that, i just meant it like i am personally, SO happy that someone like you's found love, you know? even if it's with someone who is SO different from you, you're finally out of your shell, and clearly, there is someone for everyone!" she gushes, and then looks over your shoulder at kento.

"why are you looking at him, look at me," you interject, something finally snapping in you. kento can sense the change in you, and places his hands on your waist.

"sweetheart, i think- "

you appreciate it, but you can handle this, you're FINE.

"no no," you repeat, "look at me! because do you think he's gonna treat you the way he treats me? do you think he's gonna keep up with your bullshit, and your little friend group and not see you for the pathetic attention seeking loser you are? you think he's gonna buy you the stuff you want and take you to all your raves and whatnot? this man goes to sleep every night by eleven thirty! you don't see him at parties because he's thirty four fucking years old, and his definition of a night out is wine and fine dining, with ME! he treats me like this, and buys me whatever the fuck i want, because i'm me, he's not gonna treat you like that babe!"

"don't get all worked up!" aiko spits "we can just be friends, you know!" she twirls her hair, her eyes still on kento.

"what are you twirling your hair for? he's not even looking at you, the only thing that that's gonna do is make you even balder. spending all your time trying to poach another bitch's man the whole time your bald spot's been making direct eye contact with me."

she gasps, and deep down you know you would never say that to a girl unless she absolutely deserved it, and aiko has been begging for it.

kento squeezes your waist, standing up, towering over you from behind.

"baby, she said she just wanted to be friends, didn't she?" he asks. "why don't you give her my instagram?"

aiko chuckles, seeming to have recovered. she pushes her phone into his hands, instagram open, and he hands it over to you diligently.

you scoff and type in his username, pressing the follow button and shoving it back to her.

"now that that's done," sighs kento, holding you. "it's getting a little hot in here, isn't it honey? let's get this scarf off of you."

his hands unfasten the scarf that you had tied around your neck, that you're sure aiko just attributed to poor fashion sense. despite the previous chaos, your eyes follow his thick fingers as the open the knot, and unloop the scarf from around your neck, causing the scarf to slip out and leave you neck bare in the deep v neck top you had put on this morning.

deep red and purple bruises litter your neck, all the way down to your breasts, disappearing off behind the lace borders of the neck of your top.

kento stares at you, smug and unclouded desire clear on his face. he slides his hands up and holds the sides of your neck firmly, squeezing slightly. he pulls you closer and your lips meet in a deep kiss, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your cheek. the kiss leaves you breathless as he pulls away and leans back in to place on more kiss on your wet, parted lips, taking you by surprise.

"that's perfect," he thumbs on one of the hickies, eyes never leaving you. "my perfect girl."

warmth floods up your chest and face. a smile can't help but spread across your face as you lean into him.

"let's go, love. dinner, wine and that eleven thirty nap time awaits us," he chuckles, taking your hand, gathering your bag and turning away to leave, not a single glance given to aiko.

aiko!

you turn to her, a lazy, easy grin on your face, glancing to her phone open with kento's instagram, and then back up at her. "happy stalking!"

aiko and her friends are sure to spend the night pouring over kento's instagram, which is filled to the brim with pictures of you, you and him, food, you, travel and his girlfriend, you.

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|pt 2|

humming the smooth melodies of jhené aiko’s music, you slowly walk down the aisles of the bookstore, picking up books and looking at the back reading the synopsis, this morning you woke up and decided you wanted to go to the mall..

usually you go with your bestie but she’s been in florida all week, so you decided to go by yourself, this was a little anxiety inducing but you went straight to your safe haven.. barnes and nobles.. where you can pick any escape you want

you decided you wanted to pick up some romance novels, it probably having to do with it being february and your new found crush but your gonna be delusional and pretend that’s not the case..

you think about him as you look through the books, you haven’t seen him at school all week and you feel worried? it’s odd because you wouldn’t have noticed before but now it’s different..

you haven’t attempted to text him out of fear, but you notice he hasn’t texted you either, it hurts a bit and deep down you can’t help but feel like it was too good to be true..

you shake the thoughts away and collect your books and head to the cashier..

connie silently follows the guards as they lead him out to intake, he’d been locked up the past few, some bullshit about a warrant.. he knew that was a lie.. he knew they needed to get him on something, but unfortunately for them he has one the best lawyers in the country..

he smiles when the guard roughly uncuffs him, muttering for him to get dressed.. the guards leave and immediately he shoves off the jumpsuit wrapped around his waist pulling on his cargos and tee he was last in, he opens the ziplock baggie with his phone in it, calling his employee, he tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder and laces up his shoes

“sir?”

“im out, send the car”

connie hangs up and shoves the phone in his pocket along with his keys and wallet and zips up his jacket, before pressing the button notifying he was done changing—

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you hop off the bus, and start walking back to your house, you carry the few bags of things you bought and shiver at the bite of the cold

“oh nah” you whisper and start to walk a bit faster

a few blocks in you feel the urge to look behind you, you peep a hellcat going slow down the street but you don’t recognize it exactly, you think that’s odd so you keep walking silently keeping note, starting to feel paranoid you turn around again and it’s still following you.. not knowing what to do you keep walking faster until the car finally pulls up next to you and rolls down the window, you prepare to tell the whoever in the car off until you hear

“hey mama”

you stop dead in your tracks and turn to look at the man you’ve been thinking about this whole week

“connie?”

you walk closer to the car and he puts it in park and gets out, before leaning on the door, he smiles

“you missed me?”

wanting to say yes you shrug and say

“where you been? i haven’t seen you at school since last week”

he slowly slides his hands in his pockets and looks at you for a beat and says

“i was locked up, got pulled over on a warrant or sumn, but i got out quick because they had nothing to stand on”

you brows slightly furrow “jail? what kind of warrant did they say it was?”

connie slowly walks closer to you and, softly grabs the bags from your hand and nods towards his car..

“cmon, take a ride wit me real quick”

he goes around the other side of the car opening the door, before you slip inside, he places the bags on your lap and mutters a “seatbelt” and shuts the door quickly walking around to his side and looking around before slipping in the car, the car starts and plays loud drill music before he quickly turns it down and pulls off..

“you didn’t answer my question..” you say softly looking at him

his jaw ticks for a second and his thumb taps the wheel, “ion want you to worry about that aight?” he shoot’s a lazy look towards you..

“should i worry about it” he shakes his head no and you ask..

“is it gonna happen again?” he softly licks his lips and says “i’m gonna make sure it doesn’t”

you look in his eyes as he says that and you get the slightest flash of something sinister behind them, that erupts butterflies in your belly and you softly squeeze your thighs together

“okay” you whisper, and he looks at you again with a slight smile..

after 20 mins of driving you finally ask with a little laugh “where we going?” he pulls up to a parking garage entrance and pulls in before saying

“my crib” your heart skips a beat and, your feel yourself get a bit hot.. “oh” you whisper

“is that okay?” he asks with a teasing smile, pulling into a parking space, “yea i just didn’t expect that”

“don’t worry your safe, your always safe wit me”

you look up at him with a bright smile, and connie nearly wants to fall to his knees, he looks at the brightness in your eyes before it quickly lowers to your lips and he looks away, almost wanting to laugh at how smitten you’ve gotten him..

he opens your door, taking your hand and you walk away hearing the car lock, he leads you to an elevator, and he presses the fob to the button and presses the 10th floor..

you feel his thumb softly go back and forth on the back of your hand “you cold?” he says softly and you nod.. “i could tell when you were outside” he shrugs off his big carthartt jacket and drapes it over your shoulder.. the elevator dings and he pulls you into the hallways stopping at his apartment door, pulling out his keys, unlocking it and nodding you inside

you walk through the door looking around, it smells just like him, the fresh masculine smell, slightly twinged with weed, he kicks he shoes off and you do the same, pulling off your hot pink crocs and neatly placing them next to his shoes…

“so did you just get home today?”

“yea a few hours ago actually, i haven’t been home in a week, i fucking missed it” he pulls off his hoodie causing his shirt to lift under it and you catch a glimpse of his happy trail.. you want to scream because you find that so attractive but you look away fighting back a smile..

you walk further into the seemingly large apartment, looking around at the masculine decor, the black couches and large tv mounted on the wall, you slowly turn and notice a book shelf, you slowly walk towards it, hearing connie in the back opening a fridge.. you graze your fingers on the books about finance, stock investing… and your finger stops on a book about secret society’s.. you look back at connie before you keep scanning the books.. others filled law.. others about cars and guns…

“you like to read?” you ask connie

“that’s how i learn, knowledge is power” connie says as he stands behind you, slowly dragging his hand up your arm.. then slowly moving your braids to one side.. and dragging his lips up your neck inhaling your sent at the same time..

you let out a slow breath.. and you feel his large hands slowly press against your lower belly, and you feel heat slowly pool there..

“your so beautiful you know that?”

you softly smile.. “sometimes i don’t”

he softly pause before slowly turning your face towards his.. “i’m gonna ensure you do”

he looks in your eyes for a beat before letting your face go, “im gonna hop in the shower rq, then we’re gonna dip aight?”

you let a breath “mhm” you nod for reassurance and he smiles a bit before turning around and walking down the hall..

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10 mins later you sitting on his couch tapping through stories.. you start to think about who connie is.. he got out of jail today and you still have yet to know what.. and.. and that phone call! the last time you were in the car together he told you the same thing “don’t worry about it” do you trust him enough to not worry about it? are you going to let curiosity kill the cat?

you hear the bathroom door open cutting your thoughts short, you look up at connie.. the towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets rolling down his abs.. gold chain dangling around his neck.. and his tattoos.. god you love his tattoos.. a snake winding around his arm.. a cross on the side of his neck and a large chest and back piece..

“i can feel you staring pretty girl”

you immediately look away feeling your body heat up from embarrassment.. he laughs a bit and shakes his head.. “it’s okay.. i stare too” you softly turn towards him and look in his eyes.. “i really like your tattoos”

“oh yeah?” “yeah” you whisper back shyly and he smiles at that, connie likes making you nervous.. he likes catching you stare and that little dazed look on your face..

“your gonna come wit me to pick sumn up, and we gon get food after or sumn aight?”

“you know.. you never ask.. you just tell” you say with a teasing smile..

“would you like me to ask? even if i knew the answer already”

“what makes you think i’ll say yes?”

“you haven’t said no yet..”

“maybe i will”

“well let me know when you decide to do that”

you roll your eyes and connie slightly smirks before walking into his room and changing clothes, he goes into his closet looking behind him before grabbing his piece and tucking it his pants, he covers it with his shirt and grabs a thick jacket and pulls on his timbs..

he sprays some of his cologne and slips on his rings and opens his nightstand and grabs his other phone slipping it in his pocket and leaving..

he walks out the room and sees you still patiently waiting on the couch, hearing your nails tap against the screen.. “cmon mama”

he watches your pretty head snap up, you quickly hop up, pulling up your pink sweatpants and rounding the couch walking towards him..

he grabs your hand and you walk out the door together, heading to the elevator and eventually ending up in the parking garage again, this time getting into a different car, he quickly pulls out, nodding to the security guard and pulling into the street..

he zooms pass other cars as he picks up his phone from the cup holder, calling someone..

he looks around before he turns, and starts to speak

“im pulling up, have it ready” soon after he pulls into a warehouse building, you hear his tires crackle against the the gravel and a man stands there holding a large black duffel bag, connie rolls down the window, dapping the man up before reaching down and opening his trunk, silently plopping the back the trunk and shutting it, without another word he begins to walk inside, connie pulls out the driveway pulling out into the street again..

you almost open your mouth to ask what’s in the bag but you choose not too, do you really want to know? do you need to know? it seems connie doesn’t think you do.. so you stay quiet..

connie softly looks over to you.. “whatchu want to eat?” you smile a bit thinking about it “mmm i dunno you pick” he shrugs and smiles “i don’t care about what i eat, i’ve been eating prison food for a week”

you think about it, and you smile getting an idea “let me cook for you” connie slightly pauses and looks over at you, his heart slightly soars and he says “forreal?” “mhm” you nod and connie looks at you with an amused expression on his face, like there’s an inside joke he’s having with himself..

“aight, bet” he quickly makes a u-turn zooming pass cars and soon after pulls into a whole foods.. he parks and nods for you to get out too, you walk hand in hand inside the store and you grab a basket quickly pulling on his hand, leading him to where you need to go..

you stand in the aisle looking at different types of beans as connie stands close behind you, softly rubbing your back “what are you making?”

“rice and beans with jerk chicken” he groans softly and whispers “sheesh” you smile and continue shopping, quickly grabbing all the ingredients and heading to self check out, connie helps scan and pays of course and you quickly put the bags in the car and head back to his place..

the tv is playing in the back as you cut up vegetables, the meat is already marinating in the fridge, and your just focusing on the rice and beans at this point, connie is standing next to you washing the rice..

connie loves this, cooking with someone, allat wifey shit.. that gets him bad, he hears you giggle at a joke from the show and he smiles, when you proposed the idea of cooking for him he almost fell in love with you on the spot, he likes that wifey shit because he knows he can match that energy by providing, he’s always wanted to be that.. a provider.. it’s just in his nature, he knows dudes who want a wife but act like bums when the opportunity arises, nah he’s gon take care of you back.. always.

he finishes cooking the rice and looks over to you “you need me to do something else?” you finish giggling at the joke and shake your head no “no thank you” you say sweetly.. and he nods before pressing a kiss to your cheek.. “i’m gonna be in my room aight?” “mhm” you nod and he walks down the hallway as you cook..

an hour later your rolling balls of cookie dough and placing them on the baking sheet in front of you, you hear the door open and connie’s comes out the room, he changed into grey sweats and a wife beater he smells the kitchen “damn it’s smells good in here”

you smile and grab the sheet, placing it in the oven and go to the sink to rinse your hands off “we can eat the food is done, i was just making some cookies”

he walks behind you, reaching up grabbing two plates and forks handing them to you, you go over to the pots on the stove and start making his plate..

“you eat alot? you ask and he walks up behind you softly rubbing your lower back “mhm” he hums and you start to put more rice and another piece of chicken and you hand him his plate before making yours..:

you end up on his couch, he puts on a movie and you start to eat.. “you wanna smoke?” he asks and you smile “you stay trynna get me high” he laughs and shakes his head before reaching on his coffee table, grabbing a box and starting to roll up, he sparks it and hits it before passing it to you, you pass it back and forth until your both faded and you start eating

connie takes his first bite and groans softly, pointing and nodding at the food “this is so fucking good mama” you smile knowing that it’s good and you take your fist bite “shiiit” you say and you both laugh high asf..

you talk and eat for the rest of the evening, you open up about yourselves, telling each other things about your insecurities, your outlook on life.. who you want to be as people, and that draws you closer, you both begin to understand that your just people that want love, and company and support.. and that connects with both of you, both of you falling deeper and deeper and not even realizing it..

you and connie cuddle, both wrapped around each other eating the warm cookies fresh out the oven, the high still hitting, you feel his hand softly rub small circles on your hips, and you feel butterflies erupt in your belly, and heat slowly trickling down..you softly adjust yourself, and connie notices looking down, he softly smiles and against his better judgement he slides his palm down, softly rubbing your lower belly, his pinkie lightly grazing under the waistband on your sweats and you softly bite your lip..

you reach back softly, and rub his hand on your belly, softly rubbing it, connie softly presses a kiss to your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck, nipping and sucking softly, your eyes lower and you shudder, you softly turn around, sitting up and connie follows,

you slowly climb on his lap, and his hands immediately finds your waist, you both hold eye contact only breaking it it look at each others lips,he leans in looking up at you for consent, you softly nod and he captures your lips in a kiss, you kiss him back the kiss is slow and sensual, as if your both making a map, slowly figuring each other out.. his tongue grazes your lower lip and you open your mouth , you tongues now dancing around each other, you slowly roll your hips into his his, and that sends a sharp shiver down your spine.. you almost gasp at it..

he hands slides up your chest and up to your neck, grabbing it and squeezing it, pulling you closer, the pace of the kiss becoming faster, more passionate..he softly pulls back softly biting your lip before kissing you again.. you wrap your arms around his neck, your nails grazing against the nape of his neck, causing him to shudder and his bulge under you twitching, this slightly intimidates you.. your a virgin and all of this is new to you.. your just going with the flow.. but damn does it feel good.. it feels better than any words you’ve ever read when reading your silly little romance novels.. even better than when you touch yourself late at night..

you slowly pull away, a string of saliva connecting you both, not wanting you to separate, his eyes are low and filled with lust.. he leans back and groans softly rubbing your ass “you gonna drive me crazy mama” your face heats and you smile “yeah?” you whisper sweetly while you softly rub his chest..

he watches you, and you lean in, laying your head on his chest, he softly rubs your back.. this combined with the weed and food, starts making you sleepy, your eyes begin to lower and connie notices..

“you can sleep baby, i’ll drop you off later” you sleepily nod and you feel connie pull a blanket over you and press a kiss to your forehead.. and you drift off to sleep, feeling safe and warm..

|a/n|

yalll! did you miss me?? hehehe i don’t think you guys understand the bull i just went through!!! tumblr dead deleted half my draft! i’m officially traumatized guys! i see why you guys write in word or like google docs or sumn! but i just wanted to say thank you for over 1000 notes on soft thug 1!! like ermmm i did NOT expect that thank you so much guys!! ily 🩷

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[ohbueckers]

YOU WANNA TALK TERMS AND CONDITIONS?

uconn super senior paige bueckers has her eyes on one thing: a national championship. after a long road back from injury and a season of almosts, she’s determined to block out anything that might knock her focus, especially the secret she’s been keeping since junior year. nevaeh ‘nevi’ batista, co captain of the cheer squad and completely off limits, was never supposed to be more than a passing distraction. but now, with everything on the line and no one knowing they even know each other, paige and nevi are walking a tightrope between control and collapse, trying not to fall for something that was never supposed to matter in the first place.

FINE—

authors note. i have a couple of updates for my supporters and donors… they’re finally here after me tweaking the plot 700 times! updates will probably be inconsistent like always, but i will have a lot more free time after exams end. i’m thinking of making an actual tag list for this (surprise, surprise) so just let me know if you wanna be added. missing uconn paige like a sad baby rn so this was only right. dallas p up next doe!

includes. switch of point of views. sexual content, 18+. secret relationship / situationship, mentions of injury, emotional repression, internalized pressure / performance anxiety, toxic tendencies, daddy issues, mentions of sexuality, angst, intoxication, lots of cheer squad names (not really important), the sharing of intimate content, subtle manipulation, etc. not real interpretations of paige or the uconn wbb team (or geno), fair warning that you’ll probably hate nevi sometimes, but she’s pretty so she gets a pass!

YOU DON’T EVEN LIKE ME.

THAT’S THE ONLY WAY THIS WORKS.

playlist. songs i associate heavily with paige and nevi! you’ll see why, sooner or later…

tell your friends, the weeknd. “last year, i did all the politickin,’ this year i’ma focus on the vision.”

slut! (taylor’s version) (from the vault), taylor swift. “i said it might blow up in your pretty face, i’m not saying do it anyway, but you’re going to.”

GREEDY, partynextdoor drake. “this is not conventional, this is not traditional, this is unprofessional, but these are my confessions though.”

loose, daniel caesar. “if you ever start to wonder why all the rain and all the thunder follows her around, you better cut that girl loose. what are you, a coward?”

faking it, calvin harris kehlani lil yachty funk wav. “why you, why you, say let go if you’re still holding it? just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby.”

connect, drake. “i remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is, she call me and tell me be here before the sun up, i be dressed before we hung up.”

bad religion, frank ocean. “if it brings me to my knees… it’s a bad religion.”

drinking and driving, jhene aiko. “so i need you tell me that you love me some more, put your hands on my body as my clothes hit the floor.”

none of ur friends business, ginuwine. “but i don’t give a damn, long as it’s me you trust, ‘cause i can’t get down with your clique.”

don’t matter to me, drake. “you wanted me to gon’ put my hands on you just to show you i love you. you know i can’t jeopardize both our reputations.”

goodnight n go, ariana grande. “it’s bad enough we get along so well, just say goodnight and go.”

& more tba!

chapters. all t&c chapters will be linked here, from start to finish!

teaser, not a prologue.

one. don’t look too long.

two. reintroductions are a cruel sport.

three. it’s purple.

& more tba!

[seros-girl]

egg hunt

timeskip!katsuki bakugo x f!reader

plot: easter egg hunt with the family, katsuki makes it interesting

“oh come on kacchan thats not fair for them!” izuku exclaimed as bakugo puts the 8 biggest eggs on a tree. ochako, shoto, momo, kirishima, izuku, you, and mina watched as he continued to neatly line them up.

“babe dont you think thats a little too high?!” you called out. you looked towards your home where sero and denki were keeping the kiddos distracted. “nah they’ll be fine” he waves it off as he climbs down.

“these eggs wont hide themselves come on now!” he barks out as you grab a handful of them and scatter them arond your shared backyard. kirishima and izuku quickly hide eggs in order to not anger bakugo even more.

“is that all of them?” mina asks as you looked at all the empty baskets. “yup should be all” ochako nodded and you went to go get sero and denki, along with all 8 children.

“eggs are ready” you said with a huge smile on your face. the kids immediately ran down the hallway and out the back door. “hold it” bakugo said and the kids stopped.

bakugo winked at his two kids, aiko and daiki. aiko being 4 and daiki being 6. these two meant the world to him. denki, sero, and jiro come out and thats when bakugo gives the kids the okay to go and hunt.

you watch as your two ash blonde kids bounce around the backyard grabbing eggs left and right. you see your goddaughter, anzu, and her green long hair as she giggles running with aiko collecting eggs as well.

you see mina and kirishima’s twin boys, botan and riku, running around, dark brown with pink specks in their hair.

“come on daiki!” denki and jiro’s son,haruto, said as he runs with yours. “wait for us!” botan, riku, and sero’s son, arata, yell out running with daiki and haruto.

you catch a glimpse of the todoroki’s, as their son, touya, runs after the boys, red hair flopping everywhere. you find it endearing that shoto decided to name his first born after his late brother.

their little girl, ema, snow white hair with black streaks to represent her mothers genes, runs along with yours and ochako’s daughter.

“daddy!” aiko calls out to bakugo as she jumps up and down in place, pointing at the tree. “eight eggs daddy look!” she says as she continues pointing once bakugo gets to her side.

“eight eggs youre joking aiko!” haruto kaminari exclaims out as he runs in the direction of the tree. the kids immediately run to see these so called eight eggs.

“she wasnt joking” botan says as he looks at the big eggs in awe. “try grabbing them” bakugo smirked as all the kids snapped their heads up to him.

“youre joking uncle katsuki” anzu said as he only shook his head. “nah go on grab it” he encouraged her. anzu inherited the similarities of ochako’s quirk along with inko’s, her grandmothers.

anzu focused as she tried bringing the egg towards her. after 5 minutes the egg came towards her and she placed it in her basket. “i did it uncle kats!” she exclaims jumping up and down.

“see?” katsuki said as he turned to look at all of you. “let them do it go on kiddos” bakugo said stepping back to join all of you in intently watching.

anzu steps close to izuku as she happily tells him about the big golden egg she grabbed. you look at your husband as you smile softly. “always trying to get them to use those quirks huh?” you said grabbing ahold of his bicep lovingly.

he watches aiko and daiki as they both used their quirks to grab their golden eggs from the tree. daiki let out soft explosions from his hands to grab the egg. aiko concentrated as she used her hands to bring the object close to her.

aiko’s quirk was just like her moms, telekinesis. anzu and aiko bond over the similarities of their quirks. “stand back this is easy” arata says as he holds his finger up and out comes tape.

“wheres hagakure?” jiro asked sero. “something came up with tsu i believe” he said nodding his head as arata came and shoved the egg in his dads face.

as all kiddos get their special golden eggs, the egg hunt has concluded. the kids count their eggs as they fight over who collected more.

“i collected 15!” daiki says, crimson eyes shining in anticipation to hear how much the others collected. “14 here” riku said as he turns to his twin awaiting his answer. “14 too” he says and they high five.

“i think anzu wins” ochako laughed softly as she sees anzu is still counting her eggs with izuku. “how many zu?” izuku asks his daughter as she smiles wide.

“24!” she beams as you all clapped. “i was right behind her i got 23” aiko says and daiki scoffs. “how’d you get more than me?!” he says to his little sister. “be better dai” is all she says as she shrugs and hands her basket over to katsuki.

“sassy today arent we?” katsuki asks her and she only shrugs. “always” she says and runs off her anzu and ema.

“a successful easter i will say” momo says as you all stand together nodding. the kids are playing on the playground katsuki set up in the backyard.

“thank you for having us” shoto says smiling. “thank you for coming” bakugo nods, smiling at shoto. you leaned into katsuki, content with how your life turned out.

“i love you” you said looking up at him. you kissed his arm and he looks down at you. “happy birthday” you said softly and he smiles softly.

“thank you, i love you more” he cups your face and kisses you. “get a room!” denki yells and bakugo pulls away, running after him.

just like old times.

[hoodzgyal]

idk there’s something rlly sexy about college!dick grayson.

he’s definitely a flirtatious frat boy who sits in the back of your brit lit 202 class, popping his gum and scrolling on instagram rather than paying attention. he does it so often that his grades suffer, going from a B+ student to a smooth C- after bombing the shit out of his midterm.

that’s where you come in; the pretty brown thing with bohemian braids down your back, assigned to tutor the near-failing student, lest he have to repeat the class.

he’s innocuous, really. unassuming, even. so when he invites you to his on campus apartment for a study date at five, you think nothing of it. its only now, at 6:30 pm on a dreary february evening that you realize that you should’ve been more guarded.

see, the sweet college boy you’re used to seems to become a different person when the sun goes down.

instead of the usual lofi study playlist you’re used to, he has living room flow by jhene aiko playing. instead of sitting across from you at the dinner table, like usual, he’s sitting right next to you on the couch, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing along the skin of your thigh as you talk.

anyways he ends up worming his way into your panties by 6:38.

[cosycafune]

HOUSE HUSBAND!

'Satoru never thought he would take on the role as a house husband, but he found himself proud of the cookies he had baked for you and little Aiko. Jujutsu's second nature to Satoru, but being at home with you and his daughter's first.

— ⋆₊˚⊹ ᡣ—

Satoru never thought he’d find comfort in becoming a house husband, but he found himself comfortable the moment he was placed in the role. Seeing you working, yearning for at least enough time to commodify Aiko with someone trusted, left him offering to temporarily look after Aiko longer than what he was used to.

Innately, Satoru’s always overseas — accustoming himself to the way of jujutsu. Yet, the moment he came home, watching a tired you place Aiko into bed, it caused him to develop a change of heart. A change of heart towards seeing you mentally struggle with having to deal with it all, along with the worries of Satoru potentially leaving you as a widow.

So, since Satoru’s good at mastering everything, he couldn’t help but stand within the kitchen. Within the kitchen with a cute apron on, bundling Aiko in his arms while he mixed up the ingredients for cookies and dinner. Just everything about the moment, particularly with him wearing a matching hat with Aiko, made his heart ache at the passed by memories.

His daughter continued to grow, but very few moments of her’s had skimmed by him.

“Pwpa!” Aiko gleefully announces, splattering flour on Satoru’s nose with irreplaceable happiness.

“My little flower,” Satoru musters out, splashing flour upon Aiko — brightening the whites of her curls.

“Mama would be so proud right now,” Muttering, Satoru silently ponders on his statement — intaking Aiko mindlessly babbling.

“Mwma!” Ecstatic, Aiko’s eyes contort to a heavily tired you — making your way into the kitchen within the blessed morning.

“Look at you two, cutie pies!” Slightly jogging, you fill the ample kitchen with your cherished warmth.

“I’m waiting,” Satoru falsely grumbles, his cheeks dampened with crimson when you applied a heavy kiss upon his floured lips.

“‘So greedy,” Smitten, you chuckle — merrily being suffocated by so, so, so many face kisses coming from Satoru and Aiko.

“I think I’ll stay home more often,” Cooing, Satoru attacks you with further kisses. His cerulean eyes beam, filled with starriness at your floured, dazed expression.

Floured, moments like this made him truly cherish you and Aiko’s presence — making him truly take on the role of a sufficient house husband.

After all, he now did the cooking, cleaning, teaching and more with you occasionally working.

do not copy, translate or relocate my work on any other platforms. all work is written by me: cosycafune. 2024.

[slut4hee]

Kill Bill

{Paring: Ex Boyfriend Jake Sim x Crazy Ex Girlfriend Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, dark themes, serial killer au, toxic relationships, angst, 18+ so (mdni).

{Summary: In which, you refuse to let the love, that you and Jake once shared die. The love you harbor for Jake is dangerous, an obsession, is what they would call it. You would do whatever it takes to get Jake back into your life, even it meant killing his new girlfriend. If you can’t have Jake Sim, then no one else could.

{Warnings: explicit scenes, dark scenes, mentions of murders, psychopath behavior, manipulation, obsession, stalking, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking, squirting, knife play, blood play, cum eating, reader is very unhinged, etc, just read along bestie🙂

{Playlist: Kill Bill~Sza, Break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored~Ariana Grande, Wildest Dreams~Taylor Swift, After Hours~The Weekend, You Right~Doja Cat, Chase Atlantic~Into It, I’ll Kill You~Summer Walker(feat. Jhené Aiko).

“I’m so sorry Y/n, but I can’t do this anymore”

“I think, it would be best, if we just called it quits”

“You’re just too toxic for me”

“Goodbye”

Those words replayed in your head like a broken record, like a broken melody that you can’t seem to comprehend. Those were the last words, Jake said before he walked out of your life one year ago. But it feels like just yesterday, the pain and suffering, still fresh like newly painted walls.

Here you stand in the rain, your hair and body getting beyond drenched, but you just stood there lifeless, alive but dead inside. You stare at the families and couples in the park, Jake always loved parks you thought to yourself. He would, always surprise you with a picnic dates, just you, him, and his dog Layla.

You didn’t even realize you were crying, until you realized the water falling down your face wasn’t just from the rain, but a shower of your tears. You missed him so much, god so so much, you yearned for his touch, you yearned to hear his soft voice. You didn’t realize, you started walking again, until a loud car horn knocked you out of your train of thought.

“Hey! get your head out of the clouds lady, and watch where the fuck you’re going” The older male screamed from his car, glaring at you one last time, before he sped off in a hurry. You barely reacted, as you continued to mope across the street, your face drained of life and vibrance.

You made it back to your lonely apartment, the silence being so loud. Your apartment was a mess, you haven’t cleaned your apartment since the day Jake left, it reeked of rotten food and dirty laundry that you have yet to wash. You sighed exhausted, plopping down on your bed, as you set in silence.

Like a waterfall, the tears kept flowing down your cheeks, how could he leave you? Didn’t he love you? Weren’t you supposed to be his everything? You questioned yourself, as a wrecked sob erupted from your chest, you just wanted to turn it off the pain hurts so bad.

Suddenly the sound of your phone buzzing, interrupted your crying session, you wiped your cheeks quickly and aggressively, before picking up your phone. You looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was your best friend Dina calling you.

You haven’t really spoken to anyone since you and Jake’s breakup, in fact, you blocked half of your contacts except your mom, Dina, and of course Jake’s but he definitely has you blocked, he might have even deleted your number. You sighed before clearing your throat, trying not to make it obvious, you’ve been crying your eyes out.

“Hello” You said, your tone came out low and wrecked, you cringed upon hearing your own voice, you almost forgotten how your own voice sounded like.

“Y/!?! Oh my god, you finally answered, why haven’t you’ve been returning my calls?” Dina’s voice ringed through the line, her voice carrying a tone of concern, and relief that you finally answered. You bit down on your lip so hard, that blood started to draw from it, the bitter metallic taste hitting your tastebuds.

“I’ve been busy” You said nonchalant, your tone lack of empathy and compassion. You heard Dina sigh over the phone, the sound of a turning signal comes through the line, indicating that she’s driving.

“Too busy, that you can’t even call your best friend since 1st grade back?” Dina replied, she sounded kind of hurt by the lack of care you have, at the fact you both haven’t spoken for over a month. Your grip on your phone tightened, you loved Dina, of course you did, but right now all you wanted was to be alone and hope to drain in your sorrows.

“Look Di, I just have a lot on my plate right now, I’m sorry I haven’t been returning your calls. Have you spoken to my mother?” You inquired, you had totally forgotten you had a mother, a mother that loves and cares about you so much but you’ve abandoned her.

“Everyday she calls, asking if I was able to get ahold of you, she misses you Y/n and she’s worried sick. You should call her, don’t keep worrying your mother and me” Dina said, you went silent, before finally replying with a low “Okay”.

“I’m coming over” Dina said, you could hear the faint sound of her engine roaring, indicating she’s speeding down the road. You rolled your eyes, before responding.

“You didn’t ask me, if you could come over, to my place” You said annoyed, adjusting your position on your bed. You didn’t want Dina to see you like this, but you knew there was no changing her mind.

“Last time I checked, I’m your best friend since forever, I don’t really need to ask for permission. Dina chuckled, you didn’t even try to stop her or put up a fight, your energy was low and completed.

//

“God Y/n, what is that awful smell in here. What are you hiding a body in here or something? Dina said, making a gag noise, as she pinched the bridge of her nose, to keep the funky scent from traveling into her nostrils.

“Yeah sorry, I haven’t really been able to clean this place up yet” You mumbled, moping into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. Dina looked at you with disappointment, worry, and sadness. You weren’t the Y/n she once knew, you were depressed, lazy, and dead to the world.

“You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with you Y/n? Because this isn’t you, the Y/n I know, would never let her apartment smell and look like this. Dina said sternly, folding her arms across her chest. You looked away from her, swallowing harshly, before replying honestly.

“I’m just still not over Jake, I just can’t believe he left me Di, after three whole years of dating he just abandoned me” like an ON switch, the waterworks came crashing down, as you were hysterical crying. As the past events, of Jake walking out that exact same front door, that Dina just walked into 5 minutes ago.

“Y/n baby, it’s been a year since you and Jake broke up, it’s about time you move on and start a new chapter in life” Dina said, rubbing soothing circles on your back, and looking at you with a sympathetic look on her face. The thought of, starting a new life, without Jake by your side made your chest tighten.

What was life if Jake wasn’t in it? Was it worth living? You couldn’t go on, knowing that Jake’s out there somewhere, still breathing, living his best life. While everyday, you’re here in your lonely shitty apartment, living in your own personal hell picked out just for you.

“You don’t understand Di, I’m nothing without him, he’s the reason for my existence, he’s the oxygen to my lungs, I’ve never loved someone like I love Jake” Your voice quivered, your lips trembling, as you reminisced about the times Jake would wipe the tears off your face whenever you cried.

Dina didn’t know how to respond to that, instead she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

“Let’s go out tonight” Dina quickly said, you looked at her in disbelief, shocked that she would even suggest you go out in the position you were in right now. Of course Dina knew you weren’t in the best shape to be going out clubbing, but she was desperate to get you out of your slump.

“What do you mean go out? Like clubbing? I don’t think that’s a good idea Di, I’m not really in the right headspace. You replied, you could feel the anxiety creeping up on you like a ghost, the thought of going out and acting normal like you weren’t going through hell made you sick to your stomach.

“On come Y/n, you need this, you need to put yourself out there again and forget all about Jake Sim.” Dina said, coming over and grabbing you up from the bed, you whined and groaned telling her to let you go, but she wasn’t letting up.

“This is not an option, you’re hitting the club tonight and you’re getting laid” Dina said, rummaging through your closet, to find an outfit that was “club appropriate” she said. You just stood there watching her, rolling your eyes, and mumbling stuff under your breath.

Finally she pulled out a short red dress, with a slit on the side, that was pretty high. You rolled your eyes, watching as she turned around and threw the piece at you, wiggling her eyebrows for you to put it on. After several tries, of persuading you to put on the dress and go out tonight, Dina finally succeeded.

“You look hot as fuck babe, promise you will meet someone tonight, that’s going to make you forget all about Jake” Dina said, as she stood by you in the mirror, the both of you checking out yourselves in the mirror.

“Operation forget all about my ex, is now in motion”

//

The club was packed like usual, bodies on bodies, and the smell of alcohol and sweat lingered all over the crowded room. Here you stood idly in the corner of the club, the dress feeling uncomfortably tight to your skin, and the loud music blasting through the speaker was causing you a headache.

“Here I got you a drink” Dina came from the bar, handing you a glass of some pink looking drink, you took the drink immediately, taking a big sip of it. Dina just chuckled and downed hers as well, the drink was actually pretty good and you’re definitely going to be ordering one again.

“How are you feeling? You’re not feeling uncomfortable right, just say the word and we can leave right now” Dina said, her tone carrying a sense of encouragement to it. You waved her off, and told her you were feeling okay, for once you actually started to feel alright.

“I’m good, I’m acutely kind of thankful you dragged me out tonight, I would still be crying in my bed right now.” You reassured your best friend. You started to awkwardly scan the club until your eyes landed on a particular figure. You could only see the back of him, he was a pretty tall gentleman, kind of long black silky hair and dressed in a latter jacket and jeans.

You thought he seemed so familiar to you, so you continued to eye him down. It wasn’t until he finally turned around, did you realize exactly who he was. Your heart dropped to your ass, when you took in the appearance, of the gentleman at the bar. It was Jake, your Jake. Your breath hitched, your heart rate picking up, as you watched Jake laugh and talk with the group of guys he was with.

You recognized some of them, especially Heeseung, Jake’s best friend since grade school. You couldn’t believe after a year, you’ve finally ran into him, after so many times of lingering around the spots and places you and Jake used to go to, you never would have thought you would finally see him at a nightclub.

You were frozen in place, you could feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach, as you listened to Jake’s signature laugh that echoed throughout the club, you always adored his laugh, it was the most satisfying thing in the world. You looked to see Dina already dancing with a random guy, so you decided you would go say hi to him.

You were so nervous, so so nervous. You didn’t know what to say to him, should you ask how he’s been doing? Should you ask him why he left you? Should you drop to your knees and beg him to get back with you? A million thoughts ran through your head, as you slowly made your way over to Jake’s section.

“Long time, no see Jake” You said, your voice low and calm” Like time had stopped, Jake turned around to face the voice that he was all too familiar with. His eyes widened when he realized it was really you, his ex girlfriend, the girl he left in the past and wished to forget a year ago.

“Y-Y/n, what are you doing here” Jake tripped over his words, swallowing hard, as he continues to stare at you like a stranger. You could feel your heart breaking slowly, the way he looked at you was so nerve wracking, the light no longer shining in his eyes, only distaste and lack of affection.

“I’m here with Dina, is that such a problem Jake?” You asked, your voice cracking and quivering. Jake swallowed again, before running his hands through his silky hair. Even though you were heart broken, your heart still aches for him, you still yearn for his touch and love.

“No not at all, as you see I’m here with my friends as well, you remember Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon right?” Jake said awkwardly, swirling the tequila around in his cup, as his friends greeted you. Your lips twitched into a little smirk, as you realized Jake still love to drink tequila.

“Your hair’s gotten longer Ikeu” You smiled at him, your eyes full of love and lust. Jake’s body tensed at the old nickname you used to call him, you frowned at the look of discomfort written on his face, you were so confused why he was acting this way towards you.

Before you could say anything, a females voice interrupted your conversation with Jake. She was a blonde chick, her body mimicking the super models you see in magazines, her eyes were dark brown and her perfume was so strong and potent.

“Baby! There you are, I was looking for you everywhere” the blonde girl cried out cutely, you watched as she came up to Jake and hugged him, kissing him on his lips. You felt your heart sink like a wrecked ship, your blood starting to boil, and tears starting to prick at your waterlines. Jake looked at you with an unreadable expression, but you could see the discomfort in his face that you were still standing there.

“Who’s this babe?” The blonde girl asked, looking at you with a nasty look on her face. Jake looked at you in the eyes, before he grabbed ahold of her waist, pulling her into his lap before starting to leave little wet kisses on her neck.

“Just an old friend babe, nobody you need to worry your pretty little head about.” Jake said smugly, smirking as he watched the tear finally dropped from your eye. You couldn’t believe what you were witnessing, who was this guy? This wasn’t the Jake you fell in love with three years ago, the guy who asked you to be his girlfriend over ice cream and a movie date.

You quickly turned around and ran out the club, your face covered in tears and snot, as you let all of your emotions out. Here you sat on the side of the road, letting your emotions get the best of you, the scene of Jake flaunting his new girlfriend and kissing her neck in front you was making you feel sick.

Your name phone started buzzing, Dina was calling you but you hit ignore, turning off your phone, as you walked all the way home from the club. When you got into your apartment, you really let it out.

RAGE!!

You screamed and shouted like a maniac, as you started to break everything in your apartment, you grabbed the bat that Jake had left behind, as you smashed the flatscreen tv. You smashed the picture frame of you and Jake on your one year anniversary, you smashed the coffee table, you smashed and smashed until you couldn’t smash anymore.

Your chest was heaving up and down, you were wheezing with anger, as you cried hysterically, chanting out why you, why you out of all people, and how you have Jake Sim’s guts. But deep down you knew you could never hate him, no matter how much he hurt you, you could never hate him.

But there was one person you did hate.

HATRED!!

“I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS, YOU BLONDE UNLY SKANK AND I PROMISE YOU I’ M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU” You screamed out loud, as you stared at yourself in the mirror, the person that stared back at you was someone else, the old Y/n was gone, the demon thats buried deep inside you, has finally come out to play…

You were going to murder Jake’s new girlfriend.

//

“Dude you literally have the worst luck known to mankind” Sunghoon said, chuckling as he takes a big sip from his water bottle, letting out a dramatic ‘Ah’ sound. Jake sighed, as he started to slow the speed of the treadmill. He hoped off the machine, grabbing his towel off the rack and wiping the sweat off his forehead and neck.

“Save it bro, never thought I’ll run into her again” Jake sighed again, as he runs his hands through his hair frustratedly. He can still see the look on your face from yesterday, the death glare you gave his girlfriend, had him feeling uneasy inside.

“I mean, it’s good to know she’s still hot” Jay said, coming around the corner, as he takes a big gulp of his Gatorade. Jake rolled his eyes, and flicked Jay off, Jay always had the hots for you, but he would never act on it and betray his best friend, he sees what time of timing you’re on.

“Well my Chaewon is better, but enough about my crazy ex girlfriend, I wanna be able to sleep good tonight.” Jake said before hopping back onto the treadmill, continuing his workout.

What they all didn’t know, was that you were hiding in the back of the gym, a hat on your head and a mask covering your face. Chaewon huh?that was her name, you smiled evilly to yourself, as you let her name roll off your tongue. It didn’t take long to find Sunghoon’s instagram, and find out what gym they all worked out at, I mean the dude is a social media fanatic.

You watched as Jake ran on the treadmill, droplets of sweat dripping down his toned torso and forehead. You bit your lip, letting out a quiet whimper, as you started to feel an ache forming between your legs. Your panties were getting soaked, with your arousal, you couldn’t wait to be able to have Jake inside you again.

“Soon you will be mines again Jakey” You whispered to yourself and smirked before walking out of the gym. When you got back to your apartment, you immediately started researching Chaewon, and stalking their social media accounts. It was almost too easy to find her, being you found out indeed she’s a model.

On her page there were pictures of her in designer clothes, and on trips to foreign destinations. But what really made you want to rip her head off her body, was the picture of her and Jake, they were in the picture kissing each as they held hands in the park.

THE SAME PARK HE ALWAYS TOOK YOU!

You could feel yourself heating up, you were boiling with rage, and you couldn’t wait to release it on her.

“Pretty soon, I’m gonna rip that little smile right off your face, Chaewonie” you chuckled before slamming your laptop closed and rubbing your hands together menacingly.

//

You sat quietly in the corner of the ice cream shop, your hat and mask covering your face, as you watched Jake and Chaewon on their ice cream date. Jake loves ice cream, cookies and cream to be exact, you also loved that ice cream flavor, that’s what you two always had in common. You watched as they fed each other’s ice cream, like a happy little couple.

Your fist clenched at your sides, your flesh and knuckles turning white, from how hard you’re squeezing your hands. They both laughed and talked, and of course Chaewon took a bunch selfies of them together. It’s funny how Jake is taking her everywhere he always took you.

The park, the ice cream shop, the movie theater, the beach, you couldn’t help but smirk and think that Jake still loves and misses you, you still have him wrapped around your finger you just know it.

You hated seeing him happy, why did he think he could be happy without you? Why did he even think he was allowed to be happy and move on with his life, without you by his side. You could feel your heart rate quickening again, that tight lump in your throat forming.

You wanted to end it now, drain the life out of her body, as you watched her body slowly turn cold and pale. You wanted to torture her slowly, as Jake watched, his precious little Chaewon die right in front of his eyes. You didn’t realize you were crushing your coffee cup, until you felt the hot liquid run down your skin.

But nothing was more painful than seeing your beloved, eating your favorite ice cream with another woman. You took one last look at them before getting up from your seat and storming out. Jake watched the door to the ice cream shop slam opened and shut. His eyes frowned, when he saw the back of the women that just stormed out of there.

If he wasn’t mistaking, he would say the women’s figure resembled you, but maybe he was just going crazy. Little did he know it was you, and you had been stalking him and Chaewon this whole time. But sooner or later he will find out, and it won’t be a pretty sight to see.

//

“Dude I’m telling you, I think Y/n is stalking me and Chaewon, I don’t know I just get the feeling that was her” Jake said in distressed, as he picked at his ramen, no longer hungry for the savory goodness.

“Oh come on dude, I think you’re just being paranoid, there’s no way Y/n would go as far as stalking you.” Heeseung said, his mouth full of ramen, as he took a big sip of his can coke.

“You don’t know Y/n, like I do Hee, she’s a fucking psycho. Do you remember when we all went on that camping trip, and One of Jay’s friend girls was hitting on me. Well the poor girl woke up to all her hair falling out the next morning.” Jake said, shaking his head, as he replayed that memory in his head, you always took things to the extreme.

“Ehh I mean she kind of had it coming, Plus hasn’t Lia always thrown herself at you? She was dumb to do it in front of your girlfriend” Heeseung said, shrugging his shoulders and smirking.

“Ex girlfriend you mean, but seriously dude, I’m going crazy, it’s like I can feel her everywhere. Like she’s watching my every move, just like last night, I felt like someone was standing over me and Chaewon in the bed.” Jake replied, swallowing hard, as he looked around the room paranoid.

“Oh shit, do you really think she broke into you and Chae’s apartment? Don’t you guys have like some type of security system or something?” Heeseung said, his ramen now forgotten, as the conversation started to get interesting and serious.

“I’m almost positive she did, and I have proof” Jake said, pulling out an anklet bracelet from his pocket. It was gold anklet bracelet, with his initials on it. You always adored this anklet bracelet, in fact, you never took it off ever. The gold piece, was always dangling from your ankles, as he fucked you dumb in missionary.

It’s like you purposely left it there, as a warning, as a reminder that you’re watching him. And Jake could feel it too, his skin crawling, and the hairs on his neck standing up.

“Dude! I think you need to go to police station, and file for a restraining order” Heeseung said, his voice carrying a tone of, seriousness and fear for Jake. Jake placed his head on the table, sighing dramatically, as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I gotta talk to Chaewon about this”

\\

The sound of Chaewon’s footsteps, echoed throughout the dark alleyway, as she walked by herself: she had just gotten off work, and she was beyond exhausted. She was so ready to get back home to her bed, and also back to her sweet boyfriend Jake.

She pulled out her phone, sending a text to Jake, that she was on her way home. She smiled brightly at her phone, her fingers moving swiftly across her phone screen. Little did she know you were following right behind her, your footsteps slow and calculated. Your hoodie hung low over your head, your face full of hatred, as you watched the girl twitch her hips as she walked.

Suddenly Chaewon started to feel weird, like she was being watched. She turned around to look behind her, not seeing a single soul in sight, just the passing cars and the busy night city scene behind her. But she couldn’t shake the feeling, that someone was hot on her trail.

She started to quicken her steps, looking back and forth frantically, as she could hear footsteps coming closer but nobody in sight. She’s running now, her heart beating out of her chest, as fear takes over her body. Then suddenly she’s being grabbed, her life flashes before her eyes, before a sharp pain stings her neck and everything goes black.

//

Chaewon’s eyes fluttered open, she struggled to adjust to the bright light. Her head felt heavy, a sharp throbbing pain rushed to her skull. She looked around to see she was trapped inside an abandoned building, her arms and feet tied together, and duct tape sealed shut over her mouth. She tried to scream, tried to shout and set herself free from the restraints, but she was hopeless.

“Well, aren’t you a pathetic little thing aren’t you Chaewonie?” You said, coming from hiding in the shadows of the darkness, a menacing smirk on your face. Chaewon’s eyes widened, fear and confusion written all over her face. God you loved that expression on her face, her widened eyes with fear locked into them.

“I bet, you’re weren’t expecting this is how your Saturday night would go right?. Oh well would you look at that, looks like you and Jakey had a movie date tonight.” You chuckled sarcastically, holding up her phone in her face, she barely was able to make out the messages on the screen, from the tears falling from her eyes.

Chaewon didn’t know what the fuck was going on, why did you kidnap her? How did you know her boyfriend Jake? Was she really going to die here alone, by the hands of a psychotic stranger. She said something muffled, her body moving around, as she tried and tried to fight off the tight ropes wrapped around her body.

“Oh how rude of me, did you have something to say to me” You feigned innocence, and empathy, as you ripped the tape off her face. Chaewon winced at the sudden pain, breathing hard, as she struggled to regain control of her breath.

“W-Who are you, and w-why are you doing this?” Chaewon asked, her voice shaky and laced with fear. You giggled, before twirling the ends of your hair, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Don’t you remember me?, the woman from the club, the other night? Jake’s so called old friend” You said, folding your arms across your chest, as you waited for her response. She stared at you for a moment, and then it her, the other night from the club, you were the woman who looked at her and Jake like you wanted to kill them.

You smirked at the realization on her face, stepping closer to her, and leaning down to be face level with her.

“Well, I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I’m definitely more than just an old friend. I’m Jake’s first love, his first kiss, his first fuck, the only women that’s worthy of being in his life.” You spat in her face, your eyes dark with anger and resentment.

Chaewon stared at you back and laughed, her facial expression mocking. You frowned at her antics, your first tightening it’s hold on the chair, fuck was she laughing at? Did she think this is some sick fucking joke? Well, I mean I guess she should get her last laughs in, being that soon she will part this earth.

“Wow! Jake wasn’t lying, you are a crazy bitch!” Chaewon yelled, her eyes widened with disbelief and sarcasm. Suddenly, a loud smack, echoed throughout the quiet room. Chaewon’s cheek stung with pain, and turned a shade of red. Her ears were ringing, and her head felt stiff.

“Fuck you bitch! Jake’s a fucking lying piece of shit! He’s the reason why, you’re in this position right now. If, he would have never walked out of my life like he did, you wouldn’t be here facing your ending. You shouted in her face, your chest heaving up and down with rage.

Before you could continue on, Chaewon’s phone ringed, a picture of her and Jake popping up on the screen. You smiled, before picking up the phone off the ground, and waving it in her face before answering the call.

“Hey darling, where are you? Why can’t I see your location?” Jake’s voice came through the line clearly, his tone sounded concerned and worried. You faked a gag sound, before speaking into the phone.

“Wow, isn’t she a grown women Jakey? Didn’t know, she had to report to you like some little servant.” You chuckled, twirling the ends of your hair again, as you smiled uncontrollably over the phone, you loved hearing his voice so much.

“Y/n?! What have you done with Chaewon!” Jake shouted over the phone, you could hear muffled sounds of him moving around over the line. you assumed, he was gonna come to her rescue, and that’s exactly what you wanted. That’s right Jakey baby, come back to mama.

“Ouch! Didn’t think, you would think the worst of me baby, you know I wouldn’t hurt a fly darling” You fake pouted, cooing over the phone and giggling.

“Y/n stop, please stop with the damn games, where did you take my girlfriend” Jake yelled once again, his grip tightened on his phone, he knew he should have met up with Chaewon, when she got off of work tonight.

“CALL HER YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND ONE MORE TIME, AND I SWEAR TO GOD, ILL GUT THIS BITCH LIKE A FISH” You screamed into the phone, picking up the knife, and pointing it at Chaewon. Chaewon let out a terrified scream, shaking her head frantically, begging you please not to use the knife on her.

“Okay, Okay! I’m sorry Y/n, I won’t call her my girlfriend anymore, just please don’t hurt her” Jake pleaded with you over the phone. You rolled your eyes before twirling the sharp object around playfully.

“Call me baby, and I might just spare her life” You said, a playful yet unhinged edge to your voice, sent an uneasy chill down Chaewon’s spine. You were fucking crazy!

“I’m sorry baby, so sorry, just please don’t hurt her” Jake cringed at his own words, he couldn���t believe he was calling you baby, knowing that his girlfriend was right in front of your face, and she could hear everything being said.

“Awe, you’re so cute Ikeu. But, you’re going to have to give me a better apology than that. You know, I’m a woman who believes actions, better than words, so how about you come show me just how sorry you are. I’m gonna, send you the location of where me and your precious little Chaewon are at, and you’re going to show up alone, or I can’t promise I won’t send you a picture of Chaewon’s lifeless body.”

“Time is ticking, Jake Sim”

//

Jake’s heart was beating rapidly, as he ran through the halls of the abandoned building. Anxiety is what he felt, the fear of what was to come, was Chaewon still alive? Did you hurt her? Was this all some fucked nightmare? Maybe if he pinched himself hard enough, he would wake up from this shitshow.

Suddenly, he heard a painful shriek echoed throughout the empty building. He recognized Chaewon’s cries, and he headed in that direction. Finally he stumbled upon an old surgical room, then he realized he was in an abandoned hospital.

The doors flew up to the surgical room, and there Chaewon was, her face red and bruised, blood dripping on the side of her face with a mean cut. And there you set in a chair in front of her, your legs crossed and a devilish smile plastered on your face. Jake’s heart sinked, at the image of his girlfriend bruised, and bleeding.

“It’s about time you show up baby, almost thought you going to stand me up” You chuckled, standing from the chair, as you made slow steps towards Jake, your hips swaying side to side as you walked. Jake eyes were full of anger and disgust, but that only turned you on more.

You looked him in the eyes, before wrapping your arms around his neck, and pecking his lips softly. Jake closed his eyes, as a tear ran down his face. He knew if he pushed you off, or rejected you, it would be consequences. So for Chaewon’s sake, he played along.

“Why are you doing this Y/n?” Jake said, his voice shaking and breathless. You smiled and bit your lip, grabbing ahold of his face, and caressing his cheeks.

“I’m doing this all for you babe, just wanna show you just how much I love you Jake. I would do the impossible for you, I’ll even kill a bitch for you” You said, looking back at Chaewon, and winking.

“Y/n… we ended our relationship a year ago, what we had in the past is gone now, the love we shared is non existent now.” Jake said carefully, slowly removing your hands off of him. Your smile dropped, your first tightening, your eye twitching with electric fuse.

“How could you say that to me Ikeu, don’t you see that we’re perfect for each other, our love for each could never die, our love is simply inseparable!” You shouted in his face, pushing at his chest, and getting all in his face. Chaewon sat and watched everything, she continued to sob, wondering how the fuck did she get herself in his shit like this.

“God Y/n! That’s only in your imagination, some fucked up fantasy, you’ve created in your head over time. We were never perfect for each other, our relationship was toxic, all we did was fight all the time and instead of addressing the elephant in the room, we just fucked it out.”

Your eyes were dark with anger, your chest puffing up with rage, you wanted to hit him so bad. But no matter how much he hurt you right now, you could never lay a finger on him. Instead you stepped away and put your face in your hands.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I hurt you, but the woman I love is Chaewon, and that’s not changing. Not now, not ever, what me and you had is done” Jake said, stepping away, and walking over to Chaewon. Silly Jakey for thinking it be that easy, he was hit in the back of the head with a bucket, letting out a pained grunt, as his body dropped to the ground.

You laughed hysterically, holding your stomach, and the knife that’s now back into your hand. You leaned down to look at him, caressing his face with knife, the sharp tip of it, tickling his cheekbones.

“Did you really think it would be that easy Jakey? You would come in here, and put me down with your words, and save your pathetic Chaewon.” You laughed out loud again, letting the knife slightly pierce Jake’s soft cheek, blood staring draw from the small cut.

You licked a stripe of his cheek, humming at the bitter metallic taste. Jake looked at you with disbelief, terror written all over his face, when he realized just how unhinged you are.

“You’re going to fuck me Jake, right now, right in front of your man stealing slut.” You spat, pointing the knife at Chaewon. A broken sob erupted from Chaewon’s chest, pleading with you not to do this. You just rolled your eyes, and ignored her pathetic sobs, as you cut the fabric of Jake’s shirt down the middle, exposing his toned stomach.

Your mouth was watering at the sight, your hands trailing down his chest, your eyes never leaving his. Jake let out a shaky breath, he felt so disgusted with himself, his body betraying him, feeling himself getting turned on.

You locked eyes with Chaewon, as you started to lick on Jake’s abs, slowly rolling your tongue All over his chest and vline. You could see Chaewon’s first clenching at her sides, you just knew her blood was boiling, and that only amused you.

“Gonna make you feel so good Ikeu, just surrender to temptation, and let yourself feel good.” You said, now unzipping your hoodie, showcasing the dark blue lace bra, your perky tits on full display. Once again Jake’s body betrayed him again, his cock twitching at the erotic sight.

Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he was always crazy about your body, when you guys first broke up, and he got with Chaewon. The first time he and her were intimate, it was the same. Of course sex with Chaewon was amazing, but she simply wasn’t you.

You climbed on top of him, staring deep into his eyes, as you started to leave little wet kisses on his neck. You smirked to yourself, when you felt his very obviously bulge, poking your clothed core.

“You see that Chaewon, his cock missed me so much, he’s hard, as a rock” You giggled, grinding down on his bulge. Jake bit down on his lip so hard, trying to conceal the sounds that threatened to spill from his mouth.

“Undress me Ikeu, take my bra off for me, play with my pretty tits” You moaned, your pussy soaking in his lap, clenching around nothing. Jake’s shaky hands came in contact with your bra hook, unclasping it, your big tits bouncing free.

“Fuck….”Jake didn’t realize he had said that out loud, until he locked eyes with his tied up girlfriend, across the room, sadness and betrayal all over her face. You giggled at his reaction, looking back at Chaewon, as you placed Jake’s hands on your boobs.

As if he was possessed, he started to grope your tits, looking up at you with an unreadable facial expression, but you could see right through him. You knew deep down he was enjoying this, you just needed to bring it out of him, and you were.

“Mmm baby, that’s right, suck on them pretty please.” You moaned, running your hands through his fluffy hair. Jake obliged pretty quickly, starting to suck on your perky tits, and lick your sensitive nips. Your body jerked forward, you let out a high pitched whimper, from the feeling of his wet muscle sucking your boobs.

Chaewon watched with horror, mortified by the fact that, the love her life is fucking another women right before her eyes. Her heart shatters, each time, a sinful moan rips from your throat, she looked away, her eyes puffy and red from all the crying she’s been doing.

Jake hates himself, hates himself for having a hard on, hates himself for being so unbelievably turned on by you right now. He should fight you off, defend his girlfriend, not sucking on your boobs right in front of his girlfriend.

You and Jake were both naked now, his head buried between your legs, eating your pussy like nobody’s else’s business. Your loud moans, echoed throughout the eerie quiet building, you looked down at Jake to see his eyes closed, a dried up teardrop visible on his face.

You wiped it away with your thumb, grabbing his hair tightly, as you lose yourself in the feeling of his heavenly mouth, eating at your pussy.

“Fuck Ikeu! That’s right baby, eat my pretty little pussy, ugh so so good baby” You whimpered softly, looking over at Chaewon. She was staring straight ahead, her skin pale, her face drained of the vibrance she once had, before you came along and ruined it for her. Jake told himself he was only doing this to keep Chaewon alive, but was he really?

He asked himself why was he enjoying licking and sucking, on your cunt? why did his tastebuds tingle with satisfaction, every time he flicked his wet muscle against your folds? He might been more sick in the head, than you. Jake’s fingers came in contact with your pussy, rubbing your clit, before sliding a finger inside you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck Jakey, mmmphh please!” You cried out, you didn’t even know what you were begging for, you always lost your brain cells, when Jake would eat you out, fucking you stupid. He hummed against your pussy, too pussy drunk to be coherent. That sent you over the edge, your legs shaking in the air, as you came hard all over his face.

Even after you had came, Jake’s lips were still attached to your cunt, you pushed his head away, due to overstimulation. Jake looked over at Chaewon, and she was already staring at him. She looked dead inside, betrayed, replaced.

“I’m so sorry Chaewon, I’m so sorry baby” Jake cried, as he slid inside your tight hear, letting out a sigh of relief. You let out a pained moan, from the sudden right stretch, your pussy clamping down on Jake’s huge cock like crazy. He started to rock his hips, back and forth steady, fucking you deep and slow.

“Oh God, f-fuck, you’re so tight for me” He groaned, his strokes getting rougher, as he sets a brutal pace. You screamed to the top of your lungs, wrapping your hands around his body, clawing at his back.

“Yes Jakey, always gonna keep still pussy tight for you. It’s all yours, nobody else can have it!” You whimpered, when he put your legs behind your head, stretching you out, beyond your limit.

“Is that right? Never gave my pussy up?” He groaned, your pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock, he could feel himself slipping into the deep end, his stomach tightening. You replied with a choked out moan, nodding your head frantically, too dumb off his dick to speak.

You looked over at Chaewon, almost forgetting she was still in the room, tears streaming down her face, as he watched Jake fuck into you, like a mad man. You smirked at her, holding Jake tighter against you, as you both chased your highs.

“I told you Chaewon, I’m the only woman Jake would ever love, if he loved you like he- fuck! s-said he did, he wouldn’t be fucking my pussy right now” Jake’s head hung low, shame washing over his body, as reality hit him, it wasn’t about keeping Chaewon alive anymore, it was pure lust, pure want and desire.

“Oh Jake, I’m close, I’m so close baby, gonna cream your cock just how you like it” You screamed, the band in your stomach threatening to snap. Jake was also close, his cock twitching uncontrollably, balls tightening, as he neared his peak.

“Harder Jake, fuck me senseless, want your cum inside of me Ikeu!” You cried out, your pussy clenching snugly around his cock, heat rushing through your body, your legs shaking violently.

“No Jake please! Please stop, don’t cum inside her! I rather die than watch you creampie this psycho bitch” Chaewon screamed out, moving around in her seat frantically, trying everything in her might to break herself out of the restraints. But, Jake took a deaf ear to her pleas, too high and drunk, off the feeling of your pussy milking his cock.

“Shit baby, oh God! Y/n, I’m gonna cum baby” Jake grunted, his hips stuttering, before he shot thick ropes of creamy cum deep inside your gummy walls, letting out a guttural grunt, as he emptied out his balls entirely. His orgasm triggered yours, as you squirted all over his dick, he rubbed harsh circles on your clit, to prolong your orgasm.

The both of you, panted heavily, trying to catch each other’s breath, from the intense highs your bodies just experienced. You felt the room was spinning, your body was spent but satisfied. Jake pulled his softened dick out of your pussy, a hiss following from the sensitivity. He quickly got up, grabbing his clothes off the floor, throwing them back on.

He walked over to Chaewon, shame and guilt plastered on his face. She looked at him with anger, disappointment, and distaste. Jake swallowed hard, leaning down to face level with her, as he grabbed her hand in his.

“I’m so so sorry baby, I had to do it, if I didn’t do it she would have killed you, I would do whatever it takes to keep you alive.” Jake said, his voice shaking, as he kissed her knuckles, untying the ropes off her body. Chaewon didn’t say a word, she gave no reaction, as she fell out the chair, her limps weak from being restrained for hours.

Jake caught her, holding her tightly, and moving her hair out of her face. He kissed her forehead, apologizing repeatedly. You watched the whole scene unfold in front of you, Jake was just balls deep inside you, but still runs back to that skank. You got up, walking over to him, and yanking him off her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! You were just fucking inside me, yet you still care about this pathetic little skank you call girlfriend.” You screamed at him, pushing at his chest.

“Stop Y/n! I only fucked you, to keep her alive. Please Y/n, please just let us be.” Jake pleaded, helping Chaewon up off the ground, you continue to fight him, using your strength to pull him away from her. Chaewon saw that the knife you had was laying on the ground. She quickly ran to pick it up, before charging at you with it.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you bitch!” Chaewon screamed, before she charged at you with the knife, Jake turned around quickly, his eyes widening, when he realized what Chaewon was going to do. Panic surged through his body, his fight or flight instincts kicking in, as he grabbed the knife out of her hand.

Chaewon tried to fight Jake, trying to grab the knife out of his hand, and asking why is not letting her have the knife. Jake repeatedly told her not to kill you, to let you live and just turn you again, but Chaewon had other plans, she quickly grabbed you by the hair, wrapping her hands around your neck, as she started to choke you.

Jake saw the life leaving your body slowly, and he panicked, running over to where Chaewon was choking you, and threw her off of you. Chaewon flew back, her head hitting the ground hard, blood pouring out of her head, her vision slowly getting dark, her pulse slowly slowing down.

“Y/n, are you okay, Y/n can you hear me!” Jake shouted, tears streaming down his face, as he thought you were dead. You regained consciousness, gasping for air. You looked over at Chaewon laid on the ground, a puddle of blood, dripping from her head.

“Jake?” You said, your facial expression unreadable, as you pointed at Chaewon’s lifeless body. Jake turned around, his heart dropping, his face mortified, at the realization what he’s just done.

“Chaewon!” He shouted, and he was going to run to her, but you pulled back, pulling him into a tight hug. Jake tried and tried to get out of your grasp, but your hold was simply too tight.

“It’s okay baby, it had to happen, Chaewon was only a stumbling block in your life, to brainwash you, by keeping you away from your true love, me baby.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around him, as you smiled at him, tears gathering in your waterlines.

Jake sobbed into your neck, you patted his back, allowing him to let out all his sorrows. Did you feel bad that Chaewon was dead? Ehh, not really. Nothing or no one, was going to get in the way of you and Jake no longer.

Jake took one last look at Chaewon’s lifeless body, before you both walked out of the abandoned hospital, holding hands, a new chapter of your relationship was going to be filled.

“I love you Jake Sim, forever and always”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗇𝖽．



A/n: oh my….. this was a lot?! The plot twist omg?! Guys this is like my first ever horror/dark themed fic, and umm I’m so impressed with myself. I hope you guys enjoy this unhinged project as much as i did! WARNING ‼️ this is dark theme, so if you’re not comfortable with this don’t read it! Reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated🫶🏽

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