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unsaid (part 4-finale)

4.2

note: OMGGG! FINAL PARTTT!!! thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting on all previous parts of unsaid – the love is overwhelming! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧ this was a labor of love so i hope you enjoy! lowkey don't love the ending but whatever hahahaha. please talk to me and let me know what else you wanna see!! sending you all a big smooch ᵔદᵔ

pairing: bsf!rafe x bsf!y/n

summary: rafe's struggling and y/n finally works up the nerve to confront her feelings.

warnings: this is 18+. alcohol and drug use mentioned.

Midsummers. 

The most boring event of the summer, filled with old rich guys and their younger wives and the most annoyingly privileged kooks your age, all coming together to network and celebrate the summer with extravagant outfits. A party that you would usually make the best of by ditching your parents and going off with all your friends to sneak drinks and shit on all the people who take it seriously. 

But this year, it was different. You had texted Rafe, called him, and even shown up at his house, only to be turned away by Rose, Ward, Sarah, and even Wheezie, telling you that Rafe either wasn’t home or he was busy. It had been almost two weeks since he came to your house in the middle of the night, leaving you with more questions than answers. 

You regretted putting so much distance between the two of you and ignoring Rafe because now it was being thrown back in your face. It hurt to not see or talk to him while you were the one texting back with excuses, but it hurt even worse when you were on the other end of the stick. He was flat-out acting like you didn’t exist. 

You knew that you should’ve just sucked it up and acted like everything was normal because now it was all falling apart, and it was your fault. You were the one that hurt him. All he did was give it back, which you should’ve expected. 

After he left, you had laid awake for hours, going through everything that had happened since the party. Did he actually remember what he said? He asked why you were avoiding him, and if he remembered, then surely he would have some idea of why you had pulled away from him, right? You went in circles, going back through everything that happened under the assumption that he either did or didn’t remember his confession at Kelce’s party, and nothing made sense either way. 

Sure, Rafe was avoidant of most things, but anytime you did anything to piss him off or hurt him, he would always be sure to make you aware of exactly what you did. But now, he wasn’t even speaking to you anymore, and the weight on your chest felt heavier every day. 

Now, you’re looking at yourself in the mirror. All done up with a green silk floor-length gown that's been catching at your heels every time you try to walk around your room. The flower crown on your head is heavy, and the necklace Rafe got you for your 16th birthday sits right above the neckline of your dress. 

“Honey!” 

“We’ve gotta go!” 

You look towards the door at the sound of your parent’s voices and take a deep breath, grabbing your bag that you had stuffed with shooters and a couple of joints. You toss it over your shoulder and grip the railing as you walk down the stairs to meet your parents. 

The drive to the Island Club was filled with lectures about being polite, not causing trouble, and honoring your family’s name. As soon as you step out of the car and into the building, you’re met with the sight of the familiar floral decorations the club did for Midsummers. Waiters scramble around, bringing drinks and hors d’oeurves to the patrons, dressed up in garish suits and dresses like they owned the place. 

You follow your parents through the party, greeting the people they want you to meet, smiling, and nodding until your neck feels sore. Your eyes dart over the room, and you spot Kelce talking to a couple of other friends outside. You excuse yourself from your parents, and they reluctantly let you go. You hurry through the halls, slipping by waiters and kooks, holding your dress up, attempting not to fall. 

You go outside onto the wraparound porch, where a band plays some beachy music on the green. People are dancing and ordering drinks, and you look around again, losing your view of Kelce when you finally make your way through the doors. You spot him again and sigh in relief, wobbling towards him on your heels. 

“Hey.” You smile weakly, dropping your grip on your dress. 

He turns at the sound of your voice and grins. “Yo, when’d you get here?' He asks, pulling you into a side hug that you return. 

“Like an hour ago, I had to make my rounds.” You sigh.

Kelce nods, knowing exactly how it feels. “You finally escaped?” 

“Barely,” You mumble and pull your purse in front of you, rummaging through the contents. “I brought shooters.” 

He laughs and pats you on the back. “Fuck, yeah. Here, I’ll block you.” 

He stands in front of you, his back turned as you hide by the wall, pulling a Fireball shooter out of your purse and downing it in seconds. As you swallow, you wince and put the cap back on, stuffing the empty bottle back in your purse. 

“Okay.” You say, and you hear applause as Kelce steps to the side. 

You see Ward first, walking outside with Rose wrapped around him, waving at everyone. He was being coronated as  ‘Guardian of Knights of the Rhododendron’ tonight; how could you forget? You watch as the Camerons make their way down the porch steps, greeting everyone, and your eyes immediately find Rafe. 

He’s wearing a light blue suit tailored to perfection and topped off with a bowtie. His hair is slicked back, and you swallow the remnants of the shot you just took as you watch him follow his father around. He looks great to anyone else, but you can see the dark circles around his eyes as he shakes hands with the people around him. Did you cause that? The lack of sleep that was so evident on his face, the weariness he seemed to mask as he made small talk?

“Have you talked to him?” 

You’re snapped back into reality as Kelce speaks, and you shake your head. 

“Uh, no. Have you?” You try to ask casually. 

He shakes his head, frowning. “Barely, he’s been MIA the past few weeks.”

You grimace at his words and sigh, running a sweaty hand over your dress. “He hasn’t talked to me at all.” You admit. 

You honestly couldn’t bother to care anymore about Kelce knowing about your feelings for Rafe. After the day at the country club, you knew he knew.

“Really?” His eyes widen as he tilts his head. “Why?”

You scoff. “Fuck if I know.” 

Your eyes find Rafe again, and he’s still mingling. God, he looks exhausted. A wave of guilt washes over you as you watch him. He told you he needed you, and you just avoided him like what he said didn’t matter. You feel uncomfortable in your own skin as your mind races. How could you have let it get this far? Your own fears held you back from confronting him, and now the two of you hadn’t spoken in weeks, all because you couldn’t just suck it up? You suddenly feel sick, and your hands grip your purse strap. 

“I need to…use the bathroom.” You manage to get out, and Kelce’s face morphs into confusion as you rush away, back inside the club and towards the stairs. You climb over the velvet rope, blocking off the stairs to deter people from wandering and hurry down into the women’s locker room. As expected, it was empty, and you shut the stall door as you sit on the toilet seat cover, your head in your hands. 

It all seems so stupid now to have been avoiding him, ignoring him because of what he said. You were scared that you couldn’t be enough for him, couldn't be what he needs, but all of that was washed away as your true fears came to fruition. 

He didn’t want to talk to you anymore; he didn’t want to be your friend anymore, be in your life anymore. This was real. It wasn’t your anxiety making things up, telling you that you weren’t good enough for him. It was actually happening, and you didn’t do anything to stop it. 

You should’ve just asked him what he meant. Taken the jump and see where you landed. You should’ve run after him that night he left your house, demanded answers, and given your own. You should’ve just been honest.

“Fuck.” You mumble as you tear off some toilet paper and blow your nose. 

You toss it into the trash, open your purse, and take another shot. Partially for luck and partially for strength. You just needed to talk to him. 

You put the empty bottle back in your purse as you wince and walk out of the stall. You stare at yourself in the mirror, flushed cheeks and a tear-streaked face staring back at you as you wash your hands. You take some paper towels and clean yourself up. 

“You’ve got this.” You say to yourself and make your way back up the stairs, climbing over the velvet rope and heading back outside. As you make your way through the crowd dancing, looking for him, you bump into someone. 

“Sorry-” You start, and as you look up, you meet his eyes. 

You do not have this.

Rafe looks down at you as the two of you stand still, everyone moving around you. 

He takes a step back, and you can’t bring yourself to move. 

His heart races as he realizes you were the one that bumped into him. No amount of alcohol could’ve prepared him for this, and the couple of shots he snuck in earlier before his family left for Midsummers did nothing. He felt dead sober as he locked eyes with you. 

He takes another step back, not ready to face whatever would come when you spoke. That’s why he had been avoiding you for so long. What was he going to say? How could he even explain himself?

“Rafe.” You breathe out.

His jaw clenches as you speak, and his heart drops to his stomach at the sound of your voice. He feels like crying as he looks you over. He missed you over the past two weeks more than he ever thought it was possible to miss another person. He was so scared of how deep his feelings went for you that seeing you right now? It was terrifying. 

Suddenly, Topper is grabbing his shoulder and turning Rafe to face him. “Dude, your Dad is trying to find you.” He says lowly.

Rafe’s chest bubbles in both relief that he doesn’t have to face you and anxiety about being around his father. 

“Thanks, man.” He claps Topper on the shoulder and doesn’t spare you another look back as he makes his way to the porch where Ward is. Like he didn’t even see you. 

Your mouth opens slightly as he just…walks away, and your heart feels heavier than it ever has before. You’re putting your hand on your chest as Topper turns to face you. 

“Hey, oh—woah, are you okay?” He asks, stepping closer. 

You look up at him and nod. “Mhm.” You keep nodding like your lungs aren’t folding in on themselves. 

He places a hand on your arm. “You don’t…you don’t look okay.” Topper’s brows furrow in concern. 

“I’m fine.” You mutter, shrugging his hand off you and pushing past him and out of the crowd. The sun was almost below the horizon as you walked as fast as you could in your heels towards the nearby garden, looking for the bench you would typically smoke on during past Midsummers. 

It’s surrounded by hedges and bushes of flowers, and you stumble as you sit down, setting your purse next to you. You struggle to pull off your heels in your haze, but you’re desperate for some kind of relief. Anything to make you feel some semblance of normal. It doesn’t help. You bring your knees up to your chest as you close your eyes, attempting to calm down. 

———

Rafe is at his father’s side, getting introduced as a future employee of Cameron Development to some of the other top real-estate moguls in the area. He laughs when he needs to and tries to pay attention, but his eyes drift to where he last saw you. 

He can’t spot you in the crowd anymore, and he’s forced to focus on the men in front of him. 

“I’m hopin’ Rafe here is going to be my successor when I feel like retiring.” Ward grins, clapping his son on his shoulder, shaking him a bit. 

Rafe forces a smile and nods. “If he ever retires.” He tries to make it a joke, and the other men laugh lightly, but as Ward squeezes his shoulder, he knows he made a mistake. 

“Step it up.” Ward hisses into his ear, and Rafe straightens out his back. His chest squeezes at the feeling of inadequacy that rushes through him. If he can’t be good enough for his own father, his family, how could he ever be good enough for you? 

Then he remembers he’s not. He’s not good enough for you, and he never will be. That’s why you avoided him; that’s why he, in turn, is avoiding you. He’s unfixable, incurable. A person made up of mismatched puzzle pieces stuck together with scotch tape. And the one person who made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he could finally put the pieces together wants nothing to do with him. 

He feels numb as he continues to chat with the businessmen and his father, eventually being dismissed after what feels like hours. He heads to the bathroom and rinses his face, looking at himself in the mirror. He knew the last few weeks of not speaking to you took a toll on him, but in the harsh lighting of the Island Club bathroom, he was able to see just how much damage it had done. His dark circles are prominent, and his eyes droop in exhaustion. 

He shakes his head. He needs to pull it together, be a man, and fix his shit. He pats his face with a paper towel and heads back outside. He tried to find you again, just so he knows where not to go, but he still doesn’t see you, and while his heart aches, he feels the tiniest bit of relief. 

———

You’ve been on the bench for an hour. 

You know this because the sun typically sets around 8, and as you look at your phone through your blurry vision, it’s a little after 9. Midsummer’s is still going, although the noise has lessened. Your parents had texted you, telling you they were heading home, not bothering to call. 

You sigh and look up at the stars in the sky, wiping your face of the tears you had shed earlier during your nervous breakdown. You feel like shit. Pure and utter shit. Like someone had just stepped on you and then decided that wasn’t good enough, so they kicked you as well. 

Your body is aching from the tension it’s held over the past hour and, honestly, the past few weeks ever since Kelce’s first party. The party. The one that changed everything. 

You sniffle and rub your ankle, raw from wearing your heels all night. You wish you just felt physical pain. You think it would be easier than the emotional pain you’ve been dealing with. Easier than thinking about Rafe. 

You’ve been trying to pinpoint the exact moment things went from bad to worse, and you’re pretty sure it’s when he came to your house, and you refused to tell him the truth about why you’ve been so distant with him. 

You sigh and stand, your heels dangling in one hand and your other holding your purse. You make your way through the garden, heading towards the beach. Your bare feet dig into the sand, and you look back towards the Island Club. 

The crowd on the green has dispersed, and the band is no longer playing. There are only a few figures on the porch, and you assume that every other attendee is inside, still making rounds and talking aimlessly about things that aren’t important. 

You turn back towards the ocean, which looks navy blue in the moonlight, and keep heading further down the beach. You sit down by a sand dune and look at the water for a while. You need to talk to Rafe. Even if it takes begging for him to listen, you just need to be honest. 

You dig in your purse for the joints you had packed earlier, but then you hear it. 

His laugh is so distinct you would be able to find him in a crowd, and you look up to your left to see Rafe, Kelce, and Topper walking on the beach a ways away.  Topper's chugging some sort of alcohol straight out of the bottle as they walk along the shore. Their voices travel to you, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You keep your eyes on them as you grab your purse and heels and stand, walking towards them. 

You’re determined to talk to Rafe, and while your heart races out of nervousness and anxiety, you know this is what you have to do. 

“Rafe!” You call as you get closer, and you see all three boys turn towards you. As their faces come into view, Topper looks clueless, Kelce grins a bit, and Rafe’s expression is unreadable. You jog up the rest of the way, now right in front of him. 

He looks down at the ground, and you frown. 

“Can we talk?” You ask, your heart beating out of your chest. 

He doesn’t respond. Just looks back up at you, his expression almost pained. 

“Please?” You say, your voice desperate. 

The last thing he wants to do is talk to you. In all honesty, he would rather just drink until he forgot you existed, but the crack in your voice and the way you’re fidgeting with your heels in your hands makes him lose all restraint.

“Okay.” He mumbles and walks past you, away from Topper and Kelce, and further down the shore. You turn and follow him, leaving Kelce and Topper behind. 

He hears your footsteps behind him, but he keeps walking until he’s sure the two of you are far enough away for anyone to hear. 

When he stops, you do as well, and he sighs before turning to face you. 

“What?” He asks, his voice clipped. 

He watches you frown, and for a moment, he thinks he should’ve been more gentle. But he needs to stay mad at you because he’s afraid of what he might say if he doesn't. 

“How-how have you been?” You say softly, and his heart clenches at the tone of your voice. 

“Fine.” He responds shortly. 

Rafe watches as you take a deep breath, almost like you’re preparing for something, and suddenly he’s nervous. He watches you wearily as you set your things down in the sand before standing back up to look at him. 

“Listen, I know you’re upset with me, okay? And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being weird, and I’m sorry for being distant.”

His breath catches at your words. He didn’t expect you to come and apologize; if anything, he thought you would chew him out for ignoring you or just straight up tell him that you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. 

He swallows, the air feeling heavy.

“Okay.” He manages to say. 

He knows you want to hear more from him based on how you cross your arms and look at him like that. Like you’re disappointed. But he can’t bring himself to say more. 

You sigh and run a hand over your face, and it’s then that he notices how your eyes are red and swollen, and the makeup you had on earlier has been washed away by tear streaks. He shifts on his feet, knowing that it was probably him who made you cry. All he ever does is ruin things. 

You lick your lips and urge yourself to keep talking. “At the party, um, Kelce’s party, you told me that-that you neededme-that you always need me, and—do you remember that?” You interrupt yourself, needing to know. 

Rafe’s heart stopped when you mentioned the party, but he’s able to nod his head once. A silent confirmation of what he wished he couldn’t remember. 

You swallow at his action and your mind races. Now that you knew for a fact he remembered, suddenly everything was painted in a different light. 

“I just…I didn’t—fuck,” You laugh humorlessly, unable to get the words out. “I was afraid that I couldn’t be that for you. I couldn’t be what you need.”

Rafe’s lips twitch into a slight frown at your words before he schools his face back into something neutral. “Why?” He asks gruffly.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to gather yourself, but as you look back at him, everything comes tumbling out. “B-because I haven’t even been honest with you, for-for the past couple months—I’m in love with you, Rafe, and I couldn’t even tell you, and I just thought, how can I be there for you when I can’t even be fully honest with you or myself…”

The rest of what you're saying falls on deaf ears when Rafe hears those five words. I’m in love with you. His heart is pounding, and it feels hard to breathe as he watches your lips move, but he can’t hear a thing. 

You’re in love with him? What the hell was he supposed to do with that? Tell you he felt the same way? He did, of course he did, but he couldn’t be what you needed. He was too messed up, an emotional wreck. There was no way you could possibly love him. 

But…what if you did? 

It’s then he realizes you’ve stopped talking, and you’re staring at him now, waiting for something, anything. 

“Y-you’re in love with me?” He chokes out. 

You nod. “Yeah. I-I’m in love with you, Rafe. I love you.” Your voice is shaky but resolute.

"That's not—no, you don't." Rafe shakes his head, stepping back. 

Your heart tightens at his words. 

"I do." You mumble. 

He lets out a humorless laugh and runs his hand through his hair. "No-no, you can't, alright?"

"What?" You frown, your anxiety now being replaced by confusion. 

"You can't." He says, and he looks like he doesn't want to keep talking, but he continues. "I'm not, I'm not that guy." 

You shake your head. You knew about his insecurities and his troubles, and maybe this was what you were also afraid of. Not that he doesn't love you back, but that he feels like he doesn't deserve to be loved. 

Your eyes well up with tears as you look at him, and he looks just as close to crying as you are. 

"That's not true, Rafe," You say quietly. "I love you. I'm serious." 

He falters for a moment. It makes sense; why you avoided him. But he needs the reassurance. 

His face twists as he runs his hands through his hair again. "No, you just-you just wanted to fix me, and when you realized that I'm a lost cause, you stopped trying-"

You cut him off before he can even finish what he's saying. 

"W-what the fuck?" You frown, your voice getting louder. "No. Absolutely not. You're not some-some case that I'm trying to solve or fix, Rafe. You're my best friend. I avoided you because I didn't know how to deal with my feelings, I—why would you even think that?"

It's then that you feel hot tears running down your cheeks. That's what he thought? This whole time, he thought you were just playing with him like some kind of toy you could put back together?

He swallows at your words, and while his mind is running a million miles a minute, processing it all and still trying to convince him he's not good enough for you, seeing you so upset just breaks him. 

His bottom lip trembles as he looks at you, and it’s then that he realizes you’re not bullshitting him, you're being honest, and everything that held him back before doesn’t matter anymore. 

Before he or you know what’s happening, he’s taking a step towards you and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. 

Your eyes widen in shock before you allow yourself to melt into it. Melt into him. 

He pulls away after a few seconds, both of you breathless and equally surprised by his actions. 

“I l-" He cuts himself off and shakes his head like it'll help get his words out. "I love you too—I’m in love with you too.” He says, his hands still on your cheeks. 

“Yeah?” You manage to ask. 

“Yeah.” He nods, a small smile working its way on his face.

You smile, too, and look up at him. “So we’re good?” You ask. 

He nods vehemently and leans forward, pecking your lips once more. 

“We’re good.” He murmurs, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

And as his thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away your tears, you wish you told him how you felt ages ago, but you push the thought away. It doesn’t matter anymore. 

All that matters is him. 

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first shot (1) | koby

➳ categories: modern au, established relationship ➳ warnings: nsfw (top koby, virgin koby, bottom reader, afab reader, masturbation, dry humping, koby has wild fantasies, oral, penetration) ➳ word count: 4k

➳ summary: You're Koby's first at everything, so naturally, he has the wildest fantasies about you.

➳ notes: dedicated to and requested by @mibso! 🩷 ➳ cross-posted on ao3

"Did you date anyone before me?"

Koby looks behind his shoulder to eye your laid back form on the bay window of your kitchen. Shaking his head, he looks back at the cup of hot milk in front of him, swirling the liquid to dissolve the clumps of chocolate powder he just dumped five seconds ago.

"No. You're my first."

"So, you're a virgin?"

Koby swears he would have dropped his cup had he been holding it. Instead, he drops the metal spoon and tries with all his might to process your words.

His response is delayed.

"I am," he settles, but it comes out weak, small.

You grin. Koby knew you would. Dating you for the last three months has given him enough foresight for your actions, and you're quite known for your cheekiness. You love seeing him flustered, but he doesn't mind it. Not at all.

You hop off the bay and stroll over to your boyfriend. He prepares himself for your mild teasing, but it doesn't come. You kiss his cheek instead.

"Okay."

It's the last thing you tell him before you disappear into the living room, never to be seen again for the next ten minutes. When Koby peeks past the kitchen archway, he sees you engrossed in the same series you've been watching the past week. Too occupied, he thinks, you won't even bother answering him if he prods any further.

So he sits beside you with his cup of hot chocolate in both hands. He drowns his flustered thoughts in a sea of happy ones, laughing his nerves away as he watches the show you just put on.

But even as he leaves your flat and swaddles himself in his blankets that evening, he's reminded by your questions. Your voice echoes in his head even when his eyes are closed, when exhaustion coos him into slumber. To his luck, the image of your playful grin stays in his head the following morning and the morning after that.

Eventually, he snaps.

"Seriously, now," he whispers to himself because he's ashamed of how he feels. He was in the middle of entertaining Hibari's questions when she brought you up in the middle of a convo and it sent him spiraling.

"I have yet to ask about it," she continued, but Koby was long gone. He doesn't remember what other request Hibari had for him after that. All he remembers is giving a half-assed excuse before scrambling back to his dorm where he can take a breather, and now that he's here, he collects himself painstakingly.

He reflects on his feelings as his body sinks into his bed. Two things are for sure: one, he's still hung up on the question you decided to ask three weeks ago, and two, he's painfully, painfully hard. Very hard.

Koby looks down at his pants. He groans. This isn't the first time he's been hard like this, or the second, or the third. He knows it's out of character. It's beyond stereotypes, superficial impressions. But contrary to what most people think, Koby's been hard several times in his life and he's jacked off more than one would expect, with his own set of fantasies fueling his wildest actions in private—he just doesn't make them public, doesn't voice them out loud. He thinks that if he would, ill-natured banter is going to bite him in the ass, so he shuts up. He keeps quiet.

Unfortunately, he's a virgin. It's quite pathetic, really, but at the same time, maybe not so much. Most people don't lose their virginity until university, so Koby has a few years left until his situation becomes too pathetic for someone who wants to have sex—but he can't blame anybody but himself because he doesn't make the effort to initiate, and never has.

Until getting with you.

Since entering an exclusive relationship with you, Koby has done many things he's never dreamed of doing until age 30 because he's stereotyped as the innocent cutiepie. A sweetheart, a pure soul. You've initiated all things remotely sexual with him—kissing, making out, subtle consensual groping that coaxes a moan out of him—but it never escalates to something more. At least not yet.

It's expected to happen someday. With how you throw yourself at him at any given chance, Koby thinks about giving your relationship a month or two before it happens. Before it gets there. But for now, he's confined to his thoughts and fantasies.

Without question, he grips himself. A sigh leaves his lips when he presses his balls just a bit to relieve the pressure within his pants. He traces his dick with his fingers moments later and spends a minute in deep silence. Half of his thoughts are occupied with sexual fantasies, but the other half speaks to him out of exhaustion. He's tired after a long day, that's no question. Is he willing to spend the last of his energy jacking off?

Koby makes a decision not long after that. Tiredly, he undoes his buttons and slips out of his pants, which he discards on the floor with his shoes. He pumps himself a few times with slow languid movements, like he's still debating whether or not he should stop—but the reluctance jumps out the window once he remembers you, his girlfriend, the very reason why he's in this state, and imagines you kissing him sensually while he touches himself.

As painfully hard as he is, Koby doesn't rush. One hand works himself just the way he needs, while the other is splayed on the sheets to ground himself. His strokes are fluid, beginning from the base of his dick and ending up at his tip before going back down again.

His eyes fall close.

He imagines you again. In his darkest thoughts, you're stripping for him until you're in nothing but your underwear. In his head, you spread your legs wide open for him while your tits bounce free from your bra. Your hair would fall on his pillows. You would guide his dick inside you. In the heat of the moment, Koby speeds his touches and grips his cock tighter, the pressure that presents at his stomach almost unimaginable.

"Fuck, wow— like that please."

He's thinking about what you can do to him. You're bold, you take initiative. So maybe you'd tease his cock with your hands until he's whimpering for release or until he's shooting cum uncontrollably after being edged to his limit. Maybe you can dip your head low and start blowing him clean after his orgasm, or maybe you can wet his cock with your mouth before fucking him again.

You'd guide him to different positions. Maybe you'd start with your favorite. He doesn't know what they are, but he's bound to find out. You probably like the ones that accentuate your features—cowgirl to show your ass, missionary for your tits. Then, when his energy is spent, he can flip you over and take control from behind. Or he can pin you to the wall for a change. Or he can fuck you standing up, if that's your thing. Koby has been working out the past year. Picking you up is no big deal.

He opens his eyes. His cock can't get any harder, any redder. He wets his hand with spit and puts more pressure on his head, teasing it every so often until he's whimpering for more, whimpering like you're there with him. Like you're watching him. Beads of cum stream down the side of his dick as he teases himself further, his thumb swiping over his head, and his fingers massaging his balls just the way he likes it. He traces the underside of his dick with his pointer finger, sickly pretending that it's you, your wet tongue that he would love to suck on given the off chance that you're up for it.

"Fuck, that's so..." Koby curses, but his cock pulses in his hand and he has to take a deep breath in. Hot. 'Hot' is what he would like to say, but he feels embarrassed enough by the barrage of dirty thoughts in his head that he can't get himself to speak it aloud. The best he can do is to curse, but even his faintest curses are muffled by his shyness.

"So, you're a virgin?"

Yes. Yes, he is. So what? Do you want to fuck him, too? Are you meticulously planning on swiping his virginity after months of innocent and not-so-innocent kisses? Koby's eyebrows furrow. Are you thinking of fucking him of his virginity like he's thinking of fucking you?

It doesn't matter, Koby says in his head, and there's a silent agreement between himself and his demons that it truly doesn't because his resolve is quite clear. He can give you all of him if it means getting to fuck you, taste you, and see how good your mouth sucks him dry.

"Fuck, please, please," he begs, "please, please, please, I feel so good, please—"

He cums. It's quite a lot. A waterfall of white liquid leaks from his dick, shooting into his sheets that he has to change later on. Koby doesn't care, though. He keeps cumming into oblivion, wishing again that it's your face he's painting white. As his vision clears in the next few minutes, he decides he'd act on it when he can.

"Next time," he says through heavy pants.

Next time, he's having you.

"Is everything okay in there?"

You're in Koby's dorm room twenty or so minutes later. It's eight in the evening, so you decided to drop by with an offering of store-bought pastries from the bakery that just opened downtown, figuring that he hasn't had anything to eat since that morning. Problem is, Koby was in the shower when you arrived and it's been more than ten minutes since then, so now, you're knocking on his bathroom door.

You're half-worried and half-curious on what he's up to because he hasn't uttered a word since you announced your arrival, which is nothing short of strange. If there's one thing you know about your boyfriend, it's the speed at which guilt eats him up. Koby would've felt bad about making you wait, so he'd storm out of the shower once he learns that you've been waiting for him and apologize profusely.

That doesn't seem to be happening now, though.

"Sorry, just a second!"

With that, you strut back to his study desk and waste your time on a mobile game until Koby emerges from the bathroom. He's hosed down from head to toe, his kobi pink-colored hair thrashed around in a wet mess in need of combing. Although the oddest of it all, beyond the suspicious amount of time it took him to shower, is probably the fact that he's dressed in his pre-shower clothes.

If you squint hard enough, you can see his chest peeking past his white shirt, the fabric sticking to his damp skin and outlining the ridges of his chest.

"You're soaked," you point out.

He laughs nervously.

"Yes, um, I just— I just got out of the shower," he explains, but he sees the source of his problems on the bed. "I didn't bring the towel with me."

Shaking your head, you turn your back toward him. You dig through the bag of pastries, picking out the flavor Koby would appreciate as a post-shower snack. "I could've brought it to you," you say. "Anyway, I bought you something. Check these out when you get changed. I won't look."

Koby nods like you can see him, snatches the towel from his bed, and ransacks his closet for a fresh set of clothes. He hurries to the bathroom, then meets you back outside a few minutes later.

You spin around in his chair. "Did you just change in the bathroom?"

"Yes?" he replies in a questioning tone. "Yes."

You shrug. "I told you I wasn't going to look."

"I was scared you would—" Oh. At that moment, Koby realizes that he is his own downfall. You were signaling an innuendo, suggesting that it was okay for him to change with you around. That you weren't going to ridicule him or anything, that he was safe being bare and vulnerable with you. He wishes he realized this sooner, but he's too abashed to backtrack his words. "That was my bad."

Chuckling to yourself, you walk over to him and throw your arms around his waist. He reciprocates instantly and looks at the pastry in your hands.

"Sweets to fill your stomach?"

The night proceeds calmly, but Koby has to walk back to the bathroom at one point to collect his thoughts. You have no clue what you just walked into earlier. He was in the middle of washing himself clean when you snuck into his room using the spare key he gave you a month ago. The moment he heard you come in, panic consumed him alive until he realized just how lucky he was to have finished before you visited.

As Koby watches you ramble about your day on his bed, he's awfully thankful that he had half the mind to change his bedsheets after that.

"Hey, do you moisturize or something? Why's there a bottle of lotion by your pillows?"

He isn't thankful for his forgetfulness, however, as you seem to have caught up with his dirty antics. Koby watches you feel under his pillows, where you eventually find a bottle of lotion that he had suspiciously hidden there. He panics.

"I-I forgot to"—he gulps—"put it back in the cabinets a-and stuff."

"'And stuff'? I know your hands are smooth, but I always thought they were naturally like that," you say as you inspect the bottle. It's when you raise a questioning brow and Koby pathetically tries to wrestle it from your hold that you burst out laughing. "No way, please don't tell me you—"

"I don't!" He panics. "I don't use— I don't do that silly stuff! Can you please give it back to me?!"

Koby reaches for the bottle in your hands, but you stubbornly move it away. "It fascinates me how guys use lotion to masturbate," you remark. "How does it feel?"

"Good," he answers. His eyes widen. "Actually, very bad. ACTUALLY, I don't even use it! Give it back!"

You smirk. "Pervert."

"I'm not!"

Satisfied with his answer, you toss him back the bottle. Koby shoves it deep inside his closet and comes back to the bed with a face colored pink.

"I know much better alternatives to lotion," you tease. He shakes his head.

"I don't need them."

You laugh. "I'm kidding, you dork. You're so adorable." Falling back into his pillows, you open your arms toward him. Koby crawls over to you and gently lays his head on the pillow beside you.

"I think we should have a sleepover one day," you whisper.

Koby doesn't know where that suggestion came from, but with his thoughts still muddled, there's one thing he wishes that would happen at a sleepover with you.

"I think we should," he says.

A few weeks later, you celebrate your four months together. Koby takes you out to somewhere special after your morning classes, and by evening, you're spending a heartfelt discussion with him by the seaside. When the sun dips past the horizon, you take the peaceful walk back to your apartment, where Koby decides to stay for the night.

"We should put a movie on. Or a show," you suggest as you emerge from your bedroom, freshly showered and clothed in your pajamas. You snuggle beside Koby on the couch, where he flips through the Netflix shows projected on your TV.

"Forever just released," he says. "It's based on a book by Judy Blume, but we have other options."

You shrug. "Put whatever you like."

Koby settles for a coming-of-age movie, a film so reminiscent of the high school days the both of you lived together. Halfway through the film, you've shimmied yourself next to him until he's spooning you on the couch, your legs entangled with his and your face tucked in between his arms.

"Um," Koby stutters as the screen goes dark and orchestrated moans fill the room, "this is awkward."

You sneer. "Figures. Teenagers are horny."

"Yeah..." he says. Looking back at the screen, he makes a face of horror as a sex scene drags on longer than he expected. "But this is unlooked for."

You move around on the couch to face him. Koby looks down at you in his arms. "Don't be a prude," you tease.

"I'm not," he retorts, but he takes it back. "Actually, I kinda am. But this is too much vulgarity for a 16+ movie."

"Of course, a puritan critic." You look back at the screen. The girl is getting her shit rammed raw in a cinematic sequence like the ones you've seen in Euphoria, with the only difference being the magnitude of sexual display overpowering that of the HBO show. Your boyfriend might have a point, but you aren't about to give him that.

"You're making fun of me again," he says. He pokes the side of your waist. You squirm.

"I was joking."

You hit his hip bone to retaliate, but your hand lands dangerously close to somewhere untouched. Koby swears his head spun during the 2 seconds your hand glided across his skin, but he keeps his perverted thoughts at bay because he doesn't want to be disrespectful. When he looks past your head and sees the erotica on the TV, however, he's immediately challenged by his demons.

Little does he know that this is only the start of a tempting evening.

"Come to think of it, I haven't kissed you enough today." Flirtatiously, your hands encircle Koby's head and begin to get handsy with his face. You trace the side of his cheek, his jaw, his neck, until your hands land on his chest. You push him farther into the couch until he's laying on his back, while you hold yourself up on your elbows.

"What are you doing?" he asks, but it comes out as a mumble. Frankly, Koby knows what you're doing. You've kissed him in the same manner before, but the erotic noises coming from the TV and his four-month-long sexual yearning impair his ability to think properly. As you knead his skin through his clothes, you peck his cheek with slow sensual kisses, eventually getting close enough to his lips.

"I'm kissing you," you say in between pecks. "Show is giving me some ideas. Didn't get to kiss you enough today. Happy four months."

Four months, Koby thinks to himself. Not to be a pervert, but Koby wonders if four months is a decent period of time to get seriously sexual with you. He knows it's taboo for some people, but you don't seem to mind it. Your flirty stunts prove that.

Still, Koby holds himself. He doesn't let temptation take over even if he wants it to. The most he does is to support your body weight with a strong arm, then, once you're satisfied with his face, he parts his lips wide enough for yours to slip in just the way they always do. Koby doesn't do much but give you control, instead cherishing a moment well-spent between the both of you.

It starts slow, but kissing you always starts that way. When you climb on top of him and straddle his waist, Koby feels his stomach turn. He's never had you do that before. Worse, he's never made out with you at such a private time. It feels like one passionate kiss away from the best fuck of his life—not that he's had prior experience, but if he did, he'd call the shots right here, right now.

With that, Koby decides that he's horny. His dick stirs in his pajamas in response to your consistent work on his lips. You move more passionately than all the times you've kissed him, your hips matching the rhythm of your lips. Koby tries his hardest to prevent an erection, but your ass lightly grazes him a few times and he admits defeat.

It doesn't take you long to notice it. When you move back, you feel his hard-on through your pajamas. You gaze at his pelvis, but Koby directs your lips back to his with a guiding hand.

As you kiss him once more, you sit down on him. Koby gasps loudly. His hands suddenly come up to feel your hips, your waist, and anything else that they can hold onto. Experimentally, you roll your hips on him, and his grip tightens around your body.

You repeat it for the next couple of minutes to rile him up. Koby responds well to your movements, his lips parting for a whimper and his hips wriggling through the pleasure.

When you're spent, you attach your lips to his jaw and tiredly kiss the skin down his neck. "Koby..." you mumble.

"Yes?" He cranks his head away to allow you more space. He looks at you through hooded eyes, wondering what you're up to next.

You push yourself down on him. Koby feels you through your pajamas, a growing wetness in your pussy. Suddenly, he fears you stopping. He hopes that you don't.

You bite down lightly on his neck. Koby makes a noise.

Looking up at him, you ask, "Do you want me to blow you?"

His eyes snap back down at you. He looks at you through equally watery eyes, needy irises, and plump lips. Koby begins to lose his mind. He's so hard. And in need. But he can't form a coherent reply. Fuck. Is this real?

"Like... that blowing?" is what comes out of his mouth. You grind down on him another time, and this time, Koby doesn't restrain the moan that escapes his lips. He lets it free in your living room, where it battles with the background noise tinkling from the TV.

"Yes. Give you head," you tell him. You snuggle your head into his neck and leave gentle kisses on his skin. "Do you want it?"

Koby's automatic answer is yes. Of course he wants it. As a matter of fact, he's been wanting it for ages. He even yearns for it in his dreams. He doesn't believe it's actually happening, though, so he makes a nervous decision.

But the moment he says yes, you're smiling from ear-to-ear with excitement. You peck his lips before crawling down to his lower body and feeling his thighs. Your hands coil around the hem of his pajamas and slowly pull them down past his hips.

But suddenly, your ringtone alarms from the coffee table.

"Oh no," you curse, "oh no, no, no, you've got to be fucking kidding."

As you hop off the couch and race to answer your phone, Koby's face twists into a frown. Disappointment is etched across his face. You come back into the living room some seconds later, mouthing the words, "my mother" before going back to your bedroom to take the call.

So, Koby shifts around the couch and lays his head on the armrest dejectedly. He's still hard as shit—that's no question—but he doubts you would want to go back to doing the nasty with him right after speaking to your mother. Besides, putting it realistically, he doubts he'd even have the balls to ask you to continue.

When you come back five minutes later, he's admittedly more bummed out than horny. Sensing his disappointment, you cuddle next to him instead.

However, Koby feels that you're equally upset, so he hugs you tightly and rubs a comforting hand on your back.

"It's okay. You can give it to me anytime," he tells you.

You look at him. His eyes are still glossy and his lips are still plump, but you don't miss the sexual frustration on his face. "Anytime?" you ask.

There's a sparkle in your eyes that Koby cherishes. He loves you.

"Yes. Anytime."

[tytonidyke]

I love stopping at the gas station or whatever for last-minute toilet paper and the only options they have are Cheek Shredder 9000, Now With Recycled Tax Returns! (may include staples) and The Husk of a Memory Within a Dream Wherein Someone Once Whispered the Word “Paper”

[prlssprfctn]

The first time, Tim notices someone observing them from afar, it is when they are all settled for a brief dinner together. It is the middle of the week, and Bruce gathered all of them together to... relax. Which is strange but not unwelcome. Everyone is so involved in chattering and bantering that they don't notice a lingering gaze through the window; they don't, but Tim does.

It takes him a few seconds to figure out that it is Jason.

He is not sure if Bruce reached for him to invite, and Jason just declined, or there was no offer to begin with, but Tim knows for sure Jason lurkes behind windows for a few minutes before disappearing in the night.

And the funniest thing? Tim understands him.

He thinks he is not Jason's replacement — never truly was, despite what the other thought — but in a way, they did swap their places. Because in the past, it was Tim, who hid on the rooftops, staring at Bruce and his family, listening to the snippets of their conversations. And now it is Jason.

It is still different, of course. Tim had a choice, and it was his... enthusiastic project, if anything — Jason doesn't really. But if anyone understands the feeling of standing far away from everyone, it is still Tim.

That's why the next time in happens, Tim reaches out.

It is after the particularly easy mission, when Tim spots the red motion on the rooftop. He slips away from Nightwing and Robin, who debate about something with Batman through the comms, and finds himself standing behind Red Hood.

The way Red Hood taps his fingertips on the balustrade makes Tim remember that he is not included in their comms anymore. He wonders how lonely it is, to hear the voices of his brothers, but never being able to grasp the whole conversation they have.

'Hood,' he calls for him.

To Jason's credit, he doesn't scramble in panic, even if it seems that he is surprised by his appearance.

'Red,' he mutters back, instantly defensive. 'What, came to mock me?'

Tim rolls his eyes; he wishes things would be easier with Jason, but they are not, and he can't really blame him for that.

'Had I ever mocked you?' He copies his stance, arms folding in the chest. When Jason tilts his head, almost asking, "Really now?" Tim rolls his eyes again. 'Okay, I did a few times. But it mostly were jokes about your death.'

Jason chuckles.

'Good one, punk. It changes everything.'

'You like jokes about your death,' Tim protests. 'And I know you allow Arsenal to joke about it, so it is not entirely closed topic.'

'I don't remember allowing you to joke about it, though.'

...

This conversation is so fucking stupid. Tim didn't even came here for this, but-

But fine. He still can win.

'So, you only allow it to your friends. Fine. Let's be friends,' Jason chokes on his own exhausted sigh. 'Do you need some friendship questionnaires to fill to be my friend? I can arrange that.'

Jason kindly flips him off under his breath before disappearing in the night, leaving him alone with whining Nightwing and irritated Bruce in his ear.

The next time he stalks down Jason, who in turn is stalking Damian and Bruce, he shoves in his hand twenty three papers filled with bunch of friendship questions — half stripped from internet, half made by Tim that involve the specifics of their jobs.

He doesn't expect anything to come after it, but in two weeks after Jason returns to the city after his mission with Outlaws, Tim finds these papers filled with surprisingly neat, calligraphic answers.

And he gets the printed copy of the same questions, with one page of an additional one, written in the same handwriting, and with a little sticky note atop of it.

Your turn, Timbo.

Tim smirks.

Oh, he will so drag Jason back in the family, somehow.

[phantomwithbreakfast]

~ Scarred For Half A Life ~

First of all, I am never doing this style again—I think. I was trying out something new, even when this wasn’t planned first!

Anyway, I was working on this piece, when something shot through my mind. Yeah, that scar. And I began to write a story—Of course I did.

(Sketch of this one is lurking on the bottom of this post, lol)

The story is called Scarred For Half A Life.

Why this title? Well. Because Danny is half human—alive, and half ghost—dead. Instead of ‘Scarred for life’. Bad joke, I know.

Published first two chapters here.

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Genre: Angst/Pain And Comfort (and a little Horror)

Trigger Warning: Emotional Distress — Violence — Graphic Content

Rating: M

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Summary:

Danny had been captured by the GiW once again, or so he thinks. Leaving him feeling utterly helpless—vulnerable. There was nothing he could do. What will happen to him? And why again?

Spoiler:

Was he here—there? Trapped in some forbidden wasteland in the middle of a desolate desert? He couldn’t even remember how he had ended up in this place. His mind scrambled for answers, but nothing came. What had happened? Back home… did he even still have a home? Or was this lifeless prison now his new reality? How long had he already been here? Days? Weeks?

His mind grew hazy, a dense fog clouding his thoughts and erasing his memories, one by one, as they slipped into the unreachable corners of his mind. He fought desperately to stay conscious, clinging to the faint hope that this was nothing more than a terrible dream—a nightmare he might eventually wake from. But the fight was slipping from his grasp. His body was too weak, his strength utterly spent. The darkness pressed in, heavy and unrelenting, until he couldn’t hold on any longer. With a final, defeated breath, he surrendered to the pitch-black void—a hollow, empty space that led to… nothing.

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Sketch of Danny. When he would be 17 years old, maybe? I don’t know.

He looks tired. I am aware.

[lvmimis]

cw: senku accidentally makes an aphrodisiac and fem!reader helps him out... minors dni! smut but no penetration. american colony au.

Senku rarely makes mistakes, ever, but as Gen has so often pointed out, luck is very often not on the young man’s side - in fact, luck seems to avoid him as though punishing him for refusing to leave his life up to fate. 

Minutes after he’s taken the potion that had been designated by the village doctor as an analgesic, he realizes quickly he’s made a grave one. Sweat beads on his forehead as he breathes in, the very action of drawing in a breath serving to increase the deafening drumbeat in his ears. Thump, thump, thump. The heat clouding his mind right now as he tries to remember where exactly he went wrong, what could have possibly happened to have him in fetal position, tensed up everywhere but especially in the space in between his legs.

Top shelf, to the right. A small vial stopped up with a cork.

Cork. It shouldn’t be a cork, he remembers suddenly. She had said the bottle might be hard to twist open. He must have taken something else. What else could explain the fact that all the blood coursing through his body seems to have collected to one place only, giving him the hardest erection he’s ever had in his life?

The scientist can’t claim to never have thought about sex. After all, he’s young and healthy and as curious about his body as anyone else, even if he’s not so easily persuaded by the prospect of soft round breasts or plush thighs as others, and he prides himself in knowing the basic workings of everything including that particular type of recreation. 

Now it’s all he can think about as he shivers and flushes, blood gorged cock throbbing and desperate to be touched in any way, shape or form.

He’s initially thankful that he was struck by this affliction while hiding away in the lookout tower  in the middle of the night because of its privacy and the ability to rub one or ten out and hopefully turn into a logical human once again, but once he can hear the familiar soft pad of your footsteps approaching up the stairs, he’s repetitively cursing his rotten luck under his strangled breath. 

Scrambling from his position sat in the corner, back against the wall, he quickly finds his way onto a chair, but stumbles, and when your eyes fall onto him, he’s practically face down. 

“Senku?” 

Your voice is soft as usual, not completely sure it’s him in the dim light. Moonlight illuminates part of the wide room, and when he finally rolls over to a cross-legged position, doing his best to hide the embarrassing bump in his clothes, you look at him quizzically.

“Fancy meeting you here!” Senku exclaims. There’s an uncharacteristic upturn to his voice that is a cause for concern.

“You mean, in the tower you supposedly made for me?” you ask. Senku pales, but you’re already sliding down to sit cross-legged next to him. 

“Are you doing okay?” you ask. Leaning over to press a hand to his forehead, you frown at the dampness, while a shudder passes through Senku’s entire body the moment the back of your hand grazes him.

“I’m fine,” he says, coughing to cover up the strain in his voice. His body language is slightly turned away, and so is his face, because he can’t look at you, not like this. Desire pools in his chest heavily, so thick he can barely breathe, and your sweet voice is like water dripping onto an already overfilled cup.

“You don’t sound fine,” you muse. You think of yourself just weeks ago insisting on being left alone despite a raging pneumonia, and move in closer, a move that has him retreat like a trapped mouse. “Did you take the medicine for your headache like you were supposed to?”

Senku would roll his eyes if it weren’t for the fact that an accidental brush of your hand against his could make them roll into the back of his head.

“Your friend might be a quack,” he says, but then quickly adds in fairness, “...the truth is I think I might have picked up something I wasn’t supposed to.”

He laughs, and then feels his cock jump and scrambles to his feet to stand further away. You’re troubled by his anxiety and his refusal to look you in the eye and after a few more questions about his mental and physical state, you decide you’re tired of his dodging questions.

“Senku, what the hell is going on?”

“Nothing,” he lies. He’s thinking of a way to escape without you noticing, but you’ve moved now, and are standing right in front of him, far too close, and your upset look is simply too pretty, and he looks at you almost fearfully.

“I need to go,” he says, and tries to move past you, but you immediately block his path. 

“Senku.”

It only takes one look at the knit in your eyebrows to realize he’s not going to make out of this without the truth. He’s still flushing intermittently, and can feel the tip of his dick more exquisitely than any other part of his body. It takes him a moment to decide, but eventually he realizes he can approach this embarrassing predicament in the best way he can think of.

Logically.

“Whatever I took… I think might be having aphrodisiacal effects on me.”

You blink, bright eyes wide with every bat of your lashes, and he feels the genuine pull of yearning in his loins.

“Oh.”

Senku blushes, the warmth spreading throughout his whole body this time as you finally look down then quickly avert your gaze. In a flash, he wonders for the first time how much you know about sex. Are you a virgin? When was your first time? With who? Would you do it again? With him?

The last thought he immediately banishes from his mind, telling himself that it’s likely the effects of whatever potent concoction is clouding his rationale. Not now. If ever, not this way.

“I… I can help, you know,” you offer. Your voice is quiet, gentle and steady, the same way you speak when you talk to the animals when they misbehave, when you want to reassure without controlling. “Platonically, of course,” you quickly add.

Platonically. Of course. It’s just an urge, and you understand those animalistic urges pretty well, given your breadth of experience in the natural sciences. Just a want. It wouldn’t be a crime if…

You move in close, your hand hovering over his crotch but not touching him. You then look at him, asking with your pupils, and he can swear he can feel his dilate. He nods, and you let your fingers slip beneath the layers of fabric until they reach the slightly coarse grain of his pubes. Your lips part slightly as you move slowly; he’s holding his breath but the moment your finger grazes the skin of his firm shaft, he lets out a moan, covering his mouth immediately to shut himself up.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. He’s embarrassed, suppressing pants, but you press forward, letting your fingers close around his shaft, one by one. Grip still awkward, Senku shifts, pulling down his pants further, and you pull your lower lip before your teeth briefly before you tug smoothly for the first time. He gasps, and you press your thumb on the tip, right at the orifice of his urethra.

“Have you ever done this before?” you ask, wondering if you should have asked earlier. The small talk is meant to make it more casual, less intimate, but he’s quick to shake his head and say no, breathily.

“Not by anyone who mattered.”

Your heart flutters and you move just a bit faster. Senku moans, throwing his head back, and you keep your pace.

“Is that enough? Are you feeling good?” You slip. You mean better. You’re not trying to pleasure him, you’re trying to help him. 

“Fuck, can you… more… can you-” he stops, then bites his lip. He’s breathing heavier now, the expansion of his chest much more noticeable. He glances at you for a moment, then quickly looks away. If he were to do what he wants to do, ask you for more, press his lips onto yours, would it be using you? Is he allowed to ask that of you? Is it just this… or something else?

Your hand has stopped but he’s whining now, bucking his hips into the base of your fist almost subconsciously. You grip tighter, then slide up and down his shaft again, pressing against the darkened tip more, now slippery with treacherous precum. It occurs to you for a moment that maybe, maybe just a bit more friction would help, and you take the initiative of spitting on your hand, then resuming and he moans, fingers pressed to the floor beside him tensing and tightening as he accepts your onslaught.

Straggled groans escaping his throat, his eyes close, and you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows spit and desire. He’s thirsty, needy, unsure if this is making it better or worse.

And just at that moment, you ask, “Are you feeling better, Senku?”

Oh, the way you say his name, he practically spills into your hand. 

“D-don’t talk…” he begs, and your face flinches with hurt, but you remember that you are only helping.

“Mm.”

Your hand keeps moving, and you watch his cock throb and twitch in its grasp. It’s a pretty thing, you let yourself consider for a moment, pretty like the rest of him, eager, greedy… it has been a while, you think, since you’ve been so intimate with someone.

Not intimate. That’s not what this is. You’re helping a friend.

Senku grits his teeth as you spit on your hand again and your moistened palm swirls around his cock. 

There’s no reason for you to be so good at touching him like this. He exhales.

“I’d be a real piece of shit if I asked you for more, wouldn’t I right now?” he finally asks. He’s looking at the ceiling now, trying to contain himself, but how can he when you’re touching him like this and he feels better than he’s ever felt in his life. He’s only mildly coherent at this point, perhaps he should count backwards, perhaps…

“Tell me what you want, Senku, I’ll do my best.”

He turns, and you look at him in just that moment, but you don’t let go of him. 

His hand goes to the back of your neck, pulling you closer and he stops quickly, inches apart. 

You’ve closed your eyes, and you’ve puckered your lips just so. Senku swallows hard, wondering how he could have ever stopped but he knows why.

“It’s not the drugs,” he’s able to eke out. Your eyes open, gentle as they look into his, your lips still parted. Your hand shifts, palm rested on the edge of his warm length. 

“It’s not the drugs,” you repeat.

“I’d feel like this anyway, in this moment,” Senku says. A moment passes. Your tongues passes over your dry lips.

“Do you mean it?” 

Senku doesn’t hesitate, before saying yes.

You press your lips to his first, letting him press his way in and explore, letting him bite your lip and suck, and pass his tongue against your teeth, letting him tip your neck backwards and deepen the kiss. You kiss, and you move your hands and your lips part, and you dip lower, to make him feel pleasure like he’s never seen.

[thoughtsandmusingsandideas]

Dehya + Arlecchino Forgotten!Creator AU

A proper response to @ninjacomix sorry for the wait!

Dehya

You woke up in the deserts of Sumeru when you first arrived in Teyvat, so it’s no surprise that the first people you met were Eremites 

Unlike the Traveler, you are not immediately attacked- half because of your divinity subtly making them more docile, and half because you’re covered in sand and dressed in foreign clothes and practically melting under the sun- and yeah, you look too pathetic to rob

They end up taking you back to Aaru Village, and that’s where you end up meeting Dehya.

Well, technically you meet Dehya the day after you arrive, when you rush outside during a sandstorm and spot her fighting monsters

It’s a bit surreal, watching an actual fight like this, and you’re frozen in awe

At least until you notice the Rifthound sneaking up on her

You’re panicking as you lunge forward, feeling something begin to expand inside you, and-

Everything is still

Both the storm and the Rifthounds are frozen in place, and Dehya is looking at you, extremely confused

“What is this?!?��� “HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!?!” “YOU’RE THE ONE DOING IT!!!!”

Dehya dispatches the Rifthounds quickly, and the sandstorm resumes

And the next day, the both of you set out towards the Akademiya, wanting to figure out what your deal is

(You don’t realize that now the gods are remembering the creator, the Akademiya is Scrambling to find any and all information on you and why they forgot you)

During the journey the both of you grow close, and a few weeks in, the both of you wrapped in a blanket to protect from the chill of a desert night, you turn to her.

“Hey, let’s get married.”

And after choking on her water, she agrees to it

Congratulations! You have a wife!

The Creator, showing up hand in hand with an Eremite is not what an Akademiya scholar expected to see at four in the morning on a random day, but that is what he saw- and he thinks the subsequent panic is very understandable

Before you know it, you and your new wife are sitting in the acting grand sages office as Nahida uses some kind of Archon communication to page the other Archons

It takes about an hour for them to burst through the door

(In that time you’ve taught Alhaitham and Dehya how to play Rock Paper Scissors, Go Fish, Uno, and you’re in the middle of teaching them slapjack. Alhaithams hands are suspiciously red and Dehya is smirking)

They’re instantly fretting over you, apologizing for forgetting you and generally praising you, completely overwhelming until Dehya pulls you away

“Hey! Who are you supposed to be!” It’s Venti, disappointed that his god has been taken from him

“That’s my wife!” You state proudly.

And then everything clicks

“Wait, I’m a god?” 

The room explodes in noise, but Dehya’s hand never leaves yours

Arlecchino

When it comes to Arlecchino, instead of taking you to Aaru Village, you ask them to take you to the border of Fontaine

You’ve only made it to the end of Sumeru in the Archon Quests- maybe if you head to Fontaine now, you’ll get to see the Archon Quest in person!

It’s only once you’ve taken the Aquabus to the Court of Fontaine that you realize you do not have a single mora on your person. 

It’s after a day of exploring that you end up near the sea, and after being startled by a giant crab appearing from nowhere (It was Very Scary I promise) you end up tumbling into the water, you’re trapped under, and-

Wait… you can still breathe!

You light up with excitement, diving deeper, and that begins your life as a diver.

You end up becoming a collector, selling cool shells and oddities to anyone in the Court who’s willing to buy them (You’ve built up a pretty good rapport with the supply manager of Chiori’s Boutique)

It’s also underwater that you discover you’re the creator- finding an old abandoned temple with murals of a god that look just like you, helping you make sense of the power beneath your skin

But hey, if no one else was gonna bring it up, you wouldn’t either

And it’s underwater that you end up meeting your first Fatui member: Freminet

He was surprised when he first saw you swimming around- but now he’s grown pretty accustomed to you, and sometimes you guys even interact

Admittedly, sound doesn’t travel well underwater, so most of your communication is via charades, but the two of you end up growing close

Freminet shows you cool diving spots, you collect valuables from the ocean floor together, swim together in blissful silence, and play with all the friendly ocean animals you seem to attract

It only takes about a month for Freminet to begin mentally referring to you as mother (This boy is starved of a parental figure)

And after that it only takes a week before he slips up

He’s waiting in Father’s office, looking around as he waits for him to arrive

It’s pretty sparsely decorated- but there are a few ornaments still left around.

“Mother would like this…” Freminet muses, looking at a small model boat, delicate and intricately carved.

A flash of heat at his back. “… What did you just say?”

After a very long and frantic explanation, and a slightly shorter lecture on stranger danger, Arlecchino demands to meet you.

You first meet the harbinger after a day diving with Freminet, and he shoots you an apologetic look as you both surface to find a harbinger on the shore

And then you make eye contact

Your thoughts: That is a harbinger. From the Fatui. Huh. I’m going to pretend not to know that.

Arlecchino’s thoughts: That is the Creator that The Tsaritsa told me to look out for. They have the exact same appearance. I will pretend not to know that.

Arlecchino asks you to tea to get to know you better, and it devolves from there.

At your tea party, she introduces herself as a completely normal orphanage matron, and you’re polite enough to not point out that her brooch is a tiny Fatui emblem

You introduce yourself as a normal diver and she ignores the fact that your spoon has been stirring sugar into your tea without you even touching it

Your relationship continues in a similar fashion, with the both of you pretending to be a completely normal couple

After a few months, when both of you are getting married, you both ignore the oddities of your guests

“Ah, darling, the Fatui are here.” “Oh yes, they sponsor my orphanage, how polite of them to come.”

“Angel, Morax is here.” “Huh. Isn’t he supposed to be dead?” “Yes.” “Well, I’m glad he could make it.” 

The both of you continue with intense purposeful ignorance

Venti: Your grace, do you really want to marry the harbinger? Is she threatening you?

You: What harbinger? I’m marrying a completely normal and totally average orphanage owner. So kind and generous she is.

Arlecchino, in the background, kicking Childe for trying to start a fight at her wedding, pausing to turn and wave: Hello.

Also Freminet is the flower girl

[featjunranghae]

Fatherhood - Lee Jeno

part two of a three part series.

summary: when jeno's girlfriend left him to deal with fatherhood alone. he decided he'd never let anyone in his or his daughter's life. that was until he met you. his neighbour whom his daughter seemed to love way too much

part one - nct masterlist

Jeno was exhausted.

Finals week had drained every ounce of energy from his body, and all he wanted to do was collapse into bed and sleep for as long as possible. But with Jiwoo, that was never an option.

His two-year-old daughter had a strict bedtime routine—she went to sleep by ten and woke up at nine. Sometimes, she stirred in the middle of the night, but most of the time, she slept peacefully. Jeno, on the other hand, had no such luck. His sleep schedule was a complete mess, thanks to late-night study sessions.

Tonight, at least, Jiwoo was already tucked in. With her warm little body curled up under the blankets, he kissed her forehead before stepping out of the bedroom.

In the dining area, he found his roommates, Haechan and Jaemin, setting up the table. Candles. Snacks. Drinks. The whole deal.

Jeno raised a brow. “Do we have someone coming over?” He reached for a chip, only to have his hand smacked away by Haechan.

“Don’t,” Haechan warned, snatching the singular chips from his hand making him pout. “Jaemin’s pretty friends are coming over. We need to impress them.”

Jeno scoffed. “Which friends?” He flopped onto the sofa, already disinterested. “And no music. Jiwoo just fell asleep.”

Jaemin placed a few cans of soda down, nodding. “Don’t worry, we know our princess needs her beauty sleep. Anyway, remember I told you about Karina? She’s coming over—with her roommate. Who, by the way, Haechan saw from a distance and instantly became obsessed with.”

Jeno smirked. “Oh, so little Haechan has a crush?”

“C’mon, guys. Crushes are for boys. I just like looking at her face,” Haechan defended, popping a chip into his mouth.

“You hypocrite—”

“You could’ve just asked for her name,” Jaemin pointed out. “What if she’s not even Karina’s roommate?”

“Then why would they do grocery shopping together? Why would they talk about which shampoo to get?” Haechan leaned back, propping his feet on the armrest of the couch.

Jeno hummed. “What if they’re dating?”

Haechan sat up so fast he almost fell off the couch. “Oh my god, Jaemin, is Karina a lesbian? Please say no. No offense to lesbians, but I can’t lose that girl to the girls.”

“Dude, calm down,” Jeno rolled his eyes. “You change crushes every other day. Some big tits and doe eyes are all it takes for you to simp."

“What can I say? I’m just a man—”

The doorbell rang. Haechan scrambled to his feet, suddenly panicking. “Oh my god—do I smell good? Is my hair okay? Do I have anything in my teeth?”

Jaemin snickered as he opened the door. “Hi, girls. Welcome to our humble abode.” He stepped aside, letting them in.

And that’s when Jeno saw you.

His teasing smirk faded for a moment, eyes widening slightly. Of all people, of all places—you.

"Why do you look so shocked?" Haechan asked him.

"It's yn."

Haechan, who had been shamelessly staring at you with heart eyes, leaned in, whispering, “Wait, is this the magic bus lady?”

It had been a fleeting moment, that day on the bus. Jiwoo had been cranky, fussy, and Jeno was struggling to keep her calm. Then you appeared—like some kind of miracle. You had leaned in, spoken to Jiwoo in the softest, gentlest tone, and within minutes, his usually stubborn little girl had settled down in your arms like she had known you her whole life.

And now, you were standing in his living room.

Jaemin introduced you to them, but you didn’t need an introduction.

“Jeno,” you smiled, recognizing him instantly. “We met on the bus last week.”

Jeno only nodded.

So you were the girl Haechan had been raving about all week. Jeno didn’t know why that sent an uncomfortable feeling through his chest. It wasn’t like Haechan was a bad guy—he was one of Jeno’s best friends. But Haechan always thought with his dick, and you just… you seemed different.

The night went on, conversation flowing easily. Jaemin and Karina talking about their work place, while Haechan tried—and failed—to flirt with you.

Jeno wasn’t sure what his problem was. You weren’t his. You were just some girl he met on the bus. But when he saw Haechan trying to charm you, something about it rubbed him the wrong way.

You and Karina did leave after a few hours. But Jeno kept hearing about you from Haechan for another week.

It was one lazy night when Haechan sighed. “Dude, I think she doesn’t like me,” Jeno should have felt bad for him.

“She said—oh my god—you remind me of my younger brother. Not even friend-zoned. Brother-zoned. Almost started sobbing,” Haechan whined dramatically, pulling Jiwoo onto his lap as she giggled.

Jeno bit back a smile. He shouldn’t feel relieved. He shouldn’t feel happy about this. But he did.

——

Days passed, and you became a regular presence in their apartment. Karina often brought you along, and Haechan still made half-hearted attempts to flirt, but it was clear you weren’t interested.

Semester break arrived, and Jeno brought Jiwoo to stay with him full-time. With more free time now, he often left her in the care of Jaemin and Haechan when he went to work, knowing he could trust them.

One evening, you and Karina joined them for movie night. Normally, you sat beside Haechan, but tonight, you settled in next to Jeno.

“Hey,” you greeted with a small smile.

“Hey,” he replied, trying not to think too much about it.

“You like horror movies?”

“They’re fun,” he admitted. “It’s just stupid, unrealistic stuff.”

“Right? Who even gets scared of them?” You both glanced at Haechan, who was already clutching Jaemin’s arm like his life depended on it.

When a particularly gory scene played, Haechan let out a scream.

“What the fuck—why is this so graphic?!” he yelped, burying his face into Jaemin’s sleeve.

Jaemin groaned. “That’s it. Movie’s over.”

The screen went dark, and just as everyone was settling back down, a tiny pair of arms suddenly wrapped around Jeno’s leg.

“Princess?” Jeno looked down, surprised to find Jiwoo standing there, still groggy from sleep. “What are you doing here?”

“See, Haechan? You woke my princess,” Jaemin scolded, bonking Haechan on the head.

Jiwoo blinked sleepily at everyone, then spotted Karina. “Hello,” she mumbled.

Karina nearly melted. “Oh my god, hi baby—you're so pretty.”

Jiwoo giggled, turning her head shyly. Then, her gaze landed on you.

Jeno didn’t expect what happened next.

Jiwoo reached out for you.

At first, you thought she just wanted to hold your hand. But when she lifted both arms toward you, waiting, you hesitated before picking her up.

“Pletty,” Jiwoo murmured, resting her head on your chest.

Jeno stared.

“No way,” Haechan whispered, just as stunned. “She never lets anyone hold her when she wakes up.”

Jaemin nodded. “She’s the crankiest princess when he wakes up.”

Yet here Jiwoo was—completely at peace in your arms.

Karina pulled out her phone, snapping a picture. “YN, you’re the chosen one.”

Jeno didn’t know why it felt so right seeing Jiwoo curled up against you.

But it did.

After that night, your presence at Jeno’s apartment became a regular occurrence. It wasn’t even intentional at first. Karina would invite you along whenever she visited Jaemin, and Jiwoo would run straight to you the moment you walked through the door. At first, Jeno figured it was just a phase—Jiwoo had always been an affectionate kid, but she was usually wary of strangers. Yet, with you, she acted like she had known you forever.

It wasn’t just Jiwoo either. Somewhere along the way, you and Jeno started gravitating toward each other too.

Maybe it was the way you always crouched down to Jiwoo’s level when talking to her, never treating her like she was too young to understand. Maybe it was the way you remembered what she liked—always bringing her favorite strawberry-flavored lollipops or tying her hair up in tiny pigtails because “she likes it when her hair is out of her face.”

Or maybe it was just the way you talked to him.

You were a psychology major, so naturally, you were good at understanding people. But with Jeno, it didn’t feel like you were analyzing him or trying to figure him out. You just listened. Really listened. And when he found himself opening up to you more than he intended, you never made it awkward.

It was a relief, honestly.

Being a young single dad, most people either pitied him or judged him. He’d gotten used to it, but with you, there was none of that. Just quiet understanding.

——

One Friday evening, you came over earlier than usual. Karina had a late-night study session, so you texted Jaemin if you could still come over. He replied with a dramatic voice memo about how he and Haechan were “fighting for their lives” trying to entertain Jiwoo, so you took that as a yes.

When you arrived, Jiwoo was in the middle of destroying Jaemin’s Jenga tower.

“YN!!”

She abandoned her mission to run straight to you, and you crouched down just in time to catch her. “My pretty girl,” you cooed, rubbing her back as she nuzzled into you.

“YN, please take her. I can’t do this anymore,” Jaemin whined from the floor, looking exhausted.

You laughed. “She’s two, Jaem.”

“She’s two with the strength of a full-grown man,” Haechan groaned, rubbing his shoulder. “She threw her stuffed bunny at me, and it hurt.”

Jiwoo giggled against your shoulder before lifting her head. “Haechan is… is a loser.”

“Oh my god—who taught you that?!”

“Jeno,” Jaemin answered immediately.

You turned toward Jeno, who had just walked out of his room. “Jeno.”

Jeno blinked, looking at Jiwoo, then at you. “What?”

“You taught your daughter how to call Haechan a loser?”

“...Define taught,” Jeno said, completely unbothered.

Jiwoo grinned and pointed at Haechan. “Loser.”

“Why must I suffer?” Haechan clutched his chest dramatically, making you laugh.

Jeno sighed and walked over, reaching for Jiwoo. “Alright, come here, troublemaker.”

But Jiwoo only clung onto you tighter. “No. With YN.”

Jeno paused. You looked at him, waiting for him to take her, but he hesitated.

“Looks like you made your mind baby,” Jeno muttered, watching as Jiwoo tucked her face into your neck. His lips twitched slightly before he ran a hand through his hair. “Fine. You win, princess.”

Jiwoo giggled in victory.

Jaemin and Haechan exchanged looks before Jaemin leaned in, whispering to Jeno, “Bro. Your daughter just chose YN over you.”

Jeno rolled his eyes and walked toward the kitchen. “Shut up.”

——

That night, you found yourself sitting on the couch with Jiwoo curled up in your lap, playing with the rings on your fingers. The others had started a movie, but you were barely paying attention.

“YN,” Jiwoo mumbled sleepily.

You looked down. “Yeah, baby?”

Jiwoo blinked up at you, her tiny hands still wrapped around your fingers. “You come morrow?”

Your heart melted a little.

“You want me to?”

Jiwoo nodded, eyes drooping. “Uh-huh.”

You smiled, brushing a hand over her soft hair. “Okay. I’ll come tomorrow.”

She made a content noise before snuggling closer.

Jeno, who had been watching quietly, exhaled through his nose. “You do know you’re officially Jiwoo’s favorite person now, right?”

You grinned. “I’ll take the title.”

He shook his head with a chuckle. “She’s never warmed up to someone this fast. Not even my own mom.”

You looked down at Jiwoo’s tiny fingers curled around yours, her breathing already evening out. “She’s easy to love.”

Jeno didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, quieter, he murmured, “Yeah. She is.”

——

It happened gradually.

You started coming over more, not just because of Karina or Jiwoo, but because you wanted to. And Jeno… Jeno stopped questioning why he didn’t mind it.

When Jiwoo had a meltdown over a missing sock, you found it tucked under the couch and turned it into a silly sock-hunting game. When she refused to eat her carrots, you distracted her by pretending to eat one yourself—“Oh wow, this is so good!”—and suddenly, she wanted to try them too.

Jeno found himself watching you more than he should.

You didn’t just tolerate Jiwoo; you genuinely loved being around her. And Jiwoo? She adored you.

So when Jeno had to work late one evening, and Jaemin asked if you could babysit, Jeno didn’t even hesitate.

That night, when Jeno came home, he found you and Jiwoo curled up on the couch together, a storybook resting on your lap. Jiwoo had long since fallen asleep, her tiny hands gripping your shirt.

You looked up at him, eyes tired but warm. “Hey.”

Jeno took a slow breath. “Hey.”

You carefully shifted, trying not to wake Jiwoo. “She wanted to wait for you.”

Jeno exhaled, running a hand over his face. “She’s stubborn.”

“She just loves you.”

His gaze softened. “I know.”

He watched as you gently ran a hand through Jiwoo’s hair, your touch instinctively soothing.

You looked up again, meeting his eyes. “Jeno?”

He blinked, realizing he’d been staring. “Yeah?”

You hesitated, then smiled softly. “You’re doing a really good job, you know.”

Jeno felt something in his chest tighten.

People had told him before that he was a good dad. His friends, his family. But coming from you… it felt different.

His throat felt dry. “Thanks.”

You smiled again before looking down at Jiwoo. “I should put her to bed.”

Jeno nodded, stepping closer. “I’ll take her.”

You carefully shifted, letting him scoop Jiwoo into his arms. She stirred slightly, but when Jeno whispered, “Shh, baby. Sleep,” she relaxed against his chest.

You stood up, stretching. “I should head home.”

Jeno looked at the time. “It’s late. I’ll walk you.”

“Jeno, I’m literally two blocks away—”

“Don’t care.” He grabbed his jacket. “Let’s go."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue.

As you both stepped outside, the cool night air settling around you, you glanced at Jeno. “You know… I really like being around her.”

Jeno shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. I know.”

You nudged his arm playfully. “I like being around you too, I guess.”

Jeno huffed a laugh. “Wow. What an honor.”

You grinned. “It is.”

He glanced at you, something unreadable in his eyes. “I like having you around too.”

Your chest felt a little warmer.

Neither of you said anything after that. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable—it was easy, natural.

When you reached your apartment, you turned to him. “Thanks for walking me.”

Jeno shrugged. “Anytime."

You hesitated before stepping closer, lowering your voice. “Jeno?”

He raised a brow.

You smiled. “Get some sleep.”

Jeno blinked. Then, to his own surprise, he smiled too"

“Yeah. You too.”

As you disappeared inside, Jeno stood there for a moment before shaking his head and walking back home.

Yeah.

This was dangerous.

And he was already in too deep.

part three

an: y'all this has been rotting in my drafts for ages. I forgot completing it. anyways. part two one. one more left

taglist: @rubiiisyeon @x-luv @iseos1 @nctead @jaeminnanaaa17 @ajaaaaayyyyy

[roseyodditea]

Sneak a Quick Kiss - Harumasa x gn!Reader

Summary -> 1.6k words. Established relationship. 2 moments where Harumasa remembers you have to hide your relationship, and 1 when he decides he's had enough.

Warnings -> A 'lil suggestive in the middle (marked and optional)

A/N -> I'll be honest, I didn't expect to like writing as much as I do and I've been getting more support than I ever thought I would. Thank you :)

Image taken from ZZZ Wiki

— Close Call #1 —

You looked out of the window into the H.A.N.D Headquarters Plaza, watching people walk leisurely. You were in an empty meeting room, one of the many shoved in a forgotten corner of the large office building. This meeting room was often forgotten about, which just made it perfect for your purpose. The purpose that Asaba Harumasa was currently late to. You sat down on one of the chairs, spreading the folder of paperwork, figuring you might as well do work instead of letting the folder be just a quick excuse to anyone curious of the meeting between you and Harumasa. 

You were analyzing a document heavy with black bars of redaction, holding up the paper to the light to read the name of the hollow that was hidden under the dark ink, Melinoe. You bite back a small giggle, realizing that Harumasa definitely shouldn’t have told you about it on your last secret date night. You continue on your data analysis work, still waiting for the very late man. You two had started this little routine over a month ago, a weekly (sometimes happening even two to four times a week) recurring meeting disguised as a debriefing of Section 6’s hollow data. The meeting's true purpose was known to no one, and you hoped to keep it that way.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door closing, familiar arms draping over your shoulder, quick playful kisses being pepper across your cheeks. “Hey, darling~” Harumasa placed one more exaggerated kiss on your cheek before hiding his face in your hair. 

“You’re late.” You chide lightly, leaning back in the chair.

Harumasa huffed and let go of you, moving to instead sit on the table in the room, shoving aside some of the work you were doing. “Yanagi caused a meeting to run late despite both me and Miyabi wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.”

You stood up, moving to stand in front of him, a familiar hug playing out as you leaned your head on his shoulder, his arms resting securely on your lower back. “You’re still late. You’ll pay for that.”

“Will I now?” He said, his tone light and teasing, his hands sliding down your sides before he hoists you up on the table with him, your thighs straddling his lap. “What’s your price?”

“You have to host a dinner and movie night at your place, meaning you have to clean your apartment.” You giggle, leaning in a bit.

“Highway robbery, absolutely unfair price, what has the world come to?” He mutters back playfully before sealing your lips in a kiss. It was slow and patient, one of his hands cupping your cheek sweetly, the other on your lower back, keeping you close in his safe grasp. 

The sound of footsteps causes the kiss to break unceremoniously, you crawling off his lap immediately, moving quickly to sit in front of the papers you had set out, Harumasa scrambling to snatch up one of the papers to look busy as the door swung open, a janitor looking up surprised to see people in this forgotten about meeting room. 

“Oh sorry, are we in the way?”

— Close Call #2 —

(A/N) -> Make out scene contained betwixt the asterisks, feel free to skip if that's not your thing. Mwah mwah kissing, you get it.

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Adrenaline pumped through Harumasa’s veins after a successful investigation in Melinoe, another large target successfully taken down. In this hyped up state, a lot of Harumasa’s rational thoughts when it came to you flew right out of the window, which was why you were currently pushed up against the wall of the parking garage outside of the H.A.N.D headquarters. You didn’t even care that the rough bricks of the wall were clinging to your clothes and your hair, how could you care when there were feverish touches and kisses being scattered across your body. 

Half gloved hands sliding up under the bottom of your shirt, tracing over your skin, desperately lips begging for more, wanting to celebrate this win with you. You haphazardly shoved off his bow and quiver, the sound of them clattering to the pavement beneath your feet not even reaching your ears, one of your hands moving to his tie, pulling and trying to loosen it in the heat of a moment. Harumasa didn't even care his beloved weapon was on the ground, instead moving to press his body even close, one his thighs moving between yours, wanting to be impossibly closer.

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

The sound of an “Enh-na!” caused the two of you to pull away from each other harshly with a pant, Harumasa looking down at the source of the sound. 

Agent Gulliver stared blankly, just holding up paperwork to you, the data analyst. His round eyes were unblinking, seemingly unaware of the situation he had just stumbled into. You and Harumasa were quiet for a few seconds before you reached out. “Uh… thank you, Agent Gulliver.” The bangboo saluted as you took it and walked off. 

Harumasa blinked a couple times. “He… He won’t tell anyone, right? Bangboo’s don’t gossip, do they?” You sighed, straightening up his tie before pushing him a bit off of you. “I’ll go pull his memory card. It’s standard for my reports. I’ll just… crop the video.” “Yeah thanks.” Harumasa scratched the back of his head. “We’ve got to be more careful.”

— Close Call #3 —

— Secret is Out —

You had told Harumasa not to push himself too hard, and what does he do? Run head first into battle without calling for backup, of course. He had it handled, but he was paying the consequences today, and of course you were sweet enough to give him company while he was holed up, miserable in his apartment. You swiped through the files on the tablet, a sleeping Harumasa laying in the bed next to you, his arm draped over your lap, holding you securely even in his sleep. An alarm buzzed and without looking up from the tablet, you shook Harumasa awake.

“Huh?” The tired man sat up, wiping the drool off of the corner of his mouth, smiling a bit when he saw you were in his bed.

“Second dose of medicine.” You replied without looking up, handing him one of the bottles. He opened it and placed one of the pills in his mouth, reaching across you to take your water and taking a couple big gulps. “Rude.” You scoff, finally looking up from your tablet.

He placed the cup back on the nightstand before grabbing the tablet, taking it from you and also placing it on the nightstand. “Your poor, sick boyfriend is suffering cold and alone in bed and you’re more focused on work?” He pouts as he pulls you to lay down with him, rather than sitting up.

“You’re only sick because you knowingly pushed your limits!” Your words had no real bite as you did, in fact, lay down with him.

“Your words wound me.” Harumasa cuddles close to you, his wheezing breath right next to your ear, but you didn’t mind, especially with the way one of his hands played with the hair at the base of your neck. “You know you don’t have to be here, right?” You let out a noise, not wanting to repeat this conversation yet again. “I love you, I want to be here, I’m not going anywhere.” You list quickly, and Harumasa didn't argue back, kissing your forehead. “I love you, too.” He whispered softly, his voice slightly hoarse. “And I love that you’re here.” The tender moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. “Oooh that’s probably our takeout.” You reluctantly get up out of his bed with a promise that you’d be right back. You opened the door holding the tip money, only to come face to face with quite possibly the worst person to see right now. “Yanagi?” You were going to ask something else, but your brain chugged when faced with this rather awkward situation.

“(y/n)?” Yanagi was honestly just as confused. “I didn’t know you and Harumasa were close.” Your silence was bordering on suspicious when you let out a polite, professional chuckle, very thankful you hadn’t changed into your pajamas yet and could still kind of pass this off as work. “I work very closely with Harumasa for my reports. A lot of the hollow data can be weird to work out so I often talk to him since he’s a really good scout. I just stopped by to grab some paperwork for him and I ended up helping him with a few things since he’s not feeling well today.” You lie through your teeth, but luckily Yanagi didn’t really seem to question it… or if she did she certainly didn’t let it be known.

“Ah, well I just wanted to drop off another set of folders for him to review. Soukaku tried to do his paperwork for him and I tried to read his handwriting through the scribbles and I wanted to double check it was accurate before I handed it in to you.” Yanagi offered politely.  

Harumasa, who you didn’t realize got out of bed, stood next to you, looking between you and Yanagi. He was tired, in pain, and frankly tired of hiding this relationship. It was his idea originally to keep the fans at bay, keep him out of hot water with the press, and make sure there wasn’t anything to report to HR, but seeing you try to cover up comforting your sick boyfriend with work? Absolutely not. He wrapped his arms around you from behind before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, your body freezing as Harumasa looked at Yanagi from his hiding spot in your neck.

“Sorry, I’m off today!” He closed the door before dragging you back to bed with him.

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🖤won’t give up on us: sim jaeyun

part three of the off limits trilogy

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 17.1k

synopsis: your relationship with jake has been better than ever. almost two years have passed since moving in with your brother, heeseung, sunghoon and jake, what’s even better is everyone finally graduated college. but with the new freedom of your adult life, other challenges make their way into your relationship.

genre: established relationship, older brother’s best friend!au, smut, fluff

warnings: swearing, multiple unprotective sex scenes, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering, cum eating, alcohol, masturbating, some tags will be hidden due to not spoiling the story, MINORS DNI. lmk if I missed anything ♡

✰ this is part three to this trilogy, please see part one and two under the title before reading this one. ✰

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In the blink of an eye, almost two years have flown by. 

Your relationship with Jake was now stronger, harder to penetrate or break. You still had fights, but never again like what happened when you broke up. 

You, yourself even felt stronger coming out of that dark place you were in. Shaping a better heart that you were able to hand to Jake. And he did the same for you. 

Everything on campus was different now. You and Jake both had eyes on you, yes. But Stella and her bitch squad never once spoke to you or even Jake again. You’ve walked past them on campus, she’ll give you a dirty look and you’ll respond with your middle finger. 

Jake even came around with Shotaro, getting to know him better, and to his surprise, was trying to hang out with him more than you. 

But one by one, everyone finally graduated college, leaving your graduation in two weeks. 

Except you didn’t think you’d make it to graduation. 

You lay on the couch in the living room, coughing up your lungs and sweat rolling down every inch of your body. How could you have gotten sick two weeks before graduation? 

“I’m actually going to die,” you mumbled. 

Your brother sat on the floor beside your head, dabbing a cool wet washcloth on your forehead, a mask covering his face. With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, he responded, “You have a terrible case of the flu, you aren’t dying.” 

The three stooges stood at the end of the couch, masks also on their faces as they watched Jay take care of you. 

“Doctor said you’ll be better next week, ya?” Jake said, reaching down and massaging your legs through the blanket covering your body, “Just continue taking your meds and you’ll be better soon.” 

You knew they were all right, but you chose to be dramatic anyway, “I’m dying!” 

Jay covered your face with the cool washcloth, “Shut up, Stinks.” 

Usually, you’d fight him on the nickname, but right now all you wanted was rest. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon took every opportunity to tease you. Heeseung would walk into the living room with a can of Febreze, spraying it as he walked past you to get to the kitchen. Sunghoon would walk by holding his index fingers into an X. You’d just respond either with your middle finger in the air or sitting up and fake coughing at them, making the boys scramble away in a hurried fashion. 

But as they all said you recovered just in time to finish up the rest of your classes for the semester and walk the stage to get your diploma. 

Jake has never looked more proud in his life watching as you crossed that stage and officially started the next chapter in your life. He had actual tears streaming down his face. 

Jay was even worse of a mess. Has snot rolling out his nose and ugly crying and everything. 

“Jongseong,” you snorted at seeing the state your older brother was in, embracing him into a tight hug as he continued to cry into your shoulder. 

“You’re all grown up, I can’t believe it. I remember when you were just a baby,” 

Your father forced Jay off you, so he and your mother could also embrace you in a hug. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon were next in line for a hug, and then there was Jake for last. 

You stared into his eyes, smiling so wide as he pulled you into a kiss, “I am so proud of you, my love.” 

“It’s all because of you,” which is true. If it weren’t for Jake or even your brother, you wouldn’t have moved in with them and graduated with their help. You were thankful for all four boys. 

Shotaro even made his way through the crowd to pull you into a hug, “You killed it, princess!” 

At one point, your eyes would drift off to Jake to see him cringe at the nickname Shotaro has given you, but over the last few years, it doesn’t bother him, Jake just stands there with his puppy dog eyes and smile, joining the hug with you and your best friend, “She did! Didn’t she!!” Jake said, nuzzling his head between you and Shotaro, “Our girl did so well!!” 

You blushed at all the compliments and love you were getting, you’d be a liar if you said you hated it all. 

Jay threw a party for you that night. Granted it was just the five of you, along with Taro and Sunghcan, but it still felt great to be surrounded by the people you loved the most. 

Everyone sat in the kitchen and living room, talking and drinking away. Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to him. His eyes traced down the side of your face and down to his necklace that even after all these years still stayed wrapped around your neck. His eyes moved down to your breasts and the way they peeked out over the drop of the dress you wore for your graduation. 

Jake felt his pants tighten, his mind wandering to the thoughts of your tits in his hands, tongue shoved down your throat and dick pushing in and out of you. His hand gripped the beer can, biting his lower lip. 

Normally, Jake would wait to dick you down once company has left, but since everyone is drunk and in no way going home tonight…

Fuck it. 

“Hey,” he whispered in your ear so seductively that it sent chills down your spine. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was Jake wanted. With the way his lips brushed your ear and hand tightened at your waist. It made you soaked on the spot. 

You leaned into him, “Hmm?” 

He softly chuckled, “You look so sexy right now,” 

Your eyes wander around to your brother and then your friends, seeing them all too interested in whatever card game some of them were playing at the table and whatever game the rest were playing on the Nintendo Switch. No one would even realize you’d two be gone. The music was playing loud enough in the apartment that they wouldn’t be able to hear anything anyway. They were too drunk to realize anything really. 

You shifted, pressing your body to his, feeling his cock hard against your stomach, your breast pressing to his chest, making him hiss, mouth practically drooling over you. 

“Keep acting up and I’ll press that pretty face of yours into the pillows in our bed.” 

You stood on your tip toes and gave him a quick kiss, “What else would you do to me? Hmm?” 

Jake’s head was spinning. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you. The way he’d do them. Fuck. 

He took the beer can from your hands, setting it down on the counter beside his, lips touching your ear again, “I’d have you screaming my name while I fuck that sweet cunt of yours until I’m spilling into you.” 

It’s all you had to hear before taking his hand and leading him to your shared bedroom, Jake closing and locking the door behind you. 

You didn’t even have time to turn around, have time to kiss him let alone touch him. Jake threw you into the bed face first, one hand on the back of your neck and he pushed your face deeper into your pillows. 

Your pussy was clenching already, feeling your slit pooling in your panties. Hands gripping the bedsheets. You turned your head slightly, looking Jake in the eyes, seeing nothing but desperation behind them, so lust-filled. 

Jake’s cock was twitching against his pants, so angry and begging to be set free. With his free hand, he lifted your hips up higher, arching your back. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispered, sliding his hand from your neck down your back and resting at your hips with his other hand, “Don’t move pretty, be a good girl for me, ya?” 

You nodded, biting your lips. You wanted to beg him, wanting to feel his hands everywhere and his dick deep inside you. But with the way he was right now, you knew Jake would either take his time and enjoy the way you were in front of him, or get right to fucking into you. 

Jake lifted your dress up and over your ass, bunching it at your hips, releasing a hiss, “Fuck YN,” he groaned, seeing how soaked your panties already were, “Want my cock that badly?” 

You nodded again, “Jakey please,” you wiggled your hips, Jake’s hands immediately gripping your ass and squeezing tightly. 

“I said don’t move,” he growled. 

You stayed still, listening to the sound of his shirt, jeans, and boxers hitting the floor. Jake glances down at his angry cock, pulsing and red. His precum dripped down the side of the tip, aching to find its home inside your pussy. 

He pulled your panties down, letting out a “Fuck,” at seeing your juices creating a string connecting to your paints, “You’re so fucking wet for me baby,” He lifted your legs one by one to pull the laced fabric off you, flinging it somewhere into the abyss of the room, then rolling your dress completely off your body, shoving your face back into the pillows. 

Seeing you this wet drove him insane. Watching your cunt clench around nothing, waiting so patiently for him to fill you up. 

Jake shoved two fingers inside you, ears ringing from the pleasured moans that left your mouth, scooping your wetness from you and bringing it down to his cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft. Jake suppressed the moan he wanted to let out as he pumped himself a couple of times, then adjusted himself up to your pussy, wasting no more time and shoving inside. 

Your jaw went slack as he filled you up, his hand pushing your face even further into the pillows, the fabric now in your mouth. 

Jake fucked into you hard, his hips snapping back and forth as if his life depended on it. Fingers gripping your hips tightly, surely to leave bruises in the morning. 

“Fuck, baby,” he finally moaned out, “You feel so fucking good. Fuck,” 

You were screaming into the pillows from the pleasure, chanting his name with each thrust. Your head was spinning, seeing stars. 

“You know how proud I am of you baby?” he said, fingers now wrapping in your hair, pulling you up, his chest now pressed to your back, “You’re the smartest person I know. So proud. You deserve this dick, don’t you baby?” 

You nodded, “Fuck yes Jaeyun and you’re being such a good boy giving it to me like this.” 

Jake fucked into you harder, “Yeah? I’m your good boy huh? Dicking you down so hard and fast, being so good taking me like this.” 

You reached up behind you, hands finding their way into Jake’s hair and pulling, “Fuck baby,” he practically screamed, “I’m going cum so hard if you keep it up,” 

And you did, tangling your fingers even more into his hair as you pulled with all your might, Jake’s thrusts getting sloppier. 

“No way I’m cumming before you,” he growled into your ear, his hand at your hip sliding between your legs, fastly circling his fingers on your clit, “Cum for me first baby, then I’ll breed this sweet cunt.” 

You moaned out his name, pulling even harder at his hair. 

You and Jake were filled with so much pleasure, both growing more sensitive at each other's touches. It took everything in Jake to not cum right here right now, using every bit of willpower he had to hold back from painting your walls with his seed. 

But Jake couldn’t hold on much longer, his will slipping. But you beat him to it, your climax rushing you so fast as you came around his dick, “Oh fuck,” he moaned, “M’cumming baby, going to breed you, fuck, fuck. Cumming, I’m cumming.” 

His hot cum filled you, his hips snapping into place against your ass, hands pulling you down onto him, making sure every ounce of cum spilled into you. 

Both your bodies shaking, Jake laid you down on the bed, his body gently laying on top of you, dick still inside. 

He rubbed his thumb against your jaw, placing soft kisses on your neck, “I love you. Fuck I love you so much.” 

You tilted your head, catching his lips with yours, “I love you so much too my sweet, sweet Jake.” 

—

You leaned your elbows to the table, fingers rubbing your temples. The room felt like it was spinning and that you were about to puke up your lunch and coffee that Shotaro just bought you. 

“YN? Princess?” he called you by your nickname, snapping his fingers in front of your face until you looked up at him, “Everything okay?” 

You just shook your head, “I feel like death.” 

Taro leaned back into his chair, taking a sip of his coffee, “You look like death too.” 

You roll your eyes, “Jeez, thanks Taro.” 

Shotaro just chuckled, the jazz music playing in the background of the coffee shop you frequent was soothing and relaxing. How could you feel like shit when this amazing music is filling your ears? 

You dropped your face into your palms, “I can’t really be getting sick again.” 

Shotaro started thinking, “Didn’t you have the flu last time?” you nodded, “Did you change out your toothbrush and get more toothpaste? Did Jake change out all that as well? What about Hee, Hoon, and Jay?” 

That was way too many questions for your brain to process, but you continued to nod anyway, “Yes to all that. Jay made sure everyone changed out everything and washed every blanket and sheets in the apartment.” 

“Do all five of you really just share food and drinks like that?” 

You shrug, “I’m siblings with one, grew up with them all and dating one of them, and been living with them for almost two years. I don’t think there is such a thing as not sharing in that apartment.” 

Taro just nodded, “And I know they didn’t get sick after you did.” 

You just nod again, too winded to even speak. 

Shotaro just kept running through everything in his head, the people who’ve been sick after or before you were before graduation. Hell, even Shotaro changed out toothbrush and toothpaste after he found out you had the flu. He wasn’t taking chances and you’ve eaten after each other a couple of times. 

But the more Taro tried to wrap his mind around it the more it hurt his brain, his own headache forming. The only thing he can see how you got sick is from passing some random stranger who was sick or…

Wait. 

“When was the last time you had sex with Jake?” 

You glance up at your best friend, narrowing your eyes, “You need to be more specific, we have sex all the time.” 

Taro bit down every ounce of nerves he had and begged you with his eyes to forgive the questions he was about to ask, “I mean, when was the last time he…you know…” 

You raised a brow, “Every time? I am on the pill,” you just stared at your best friend, “Taro what are you getting at?” 

He started playing the timeline in his head, from the moment you got sick with the flu, to graduation, and to now. If what he’s thinking is true…then. 

“It’s been about, what? six-seven weeks since you’ve graduated?” You nod, “Did you and Jake have sex that night?” 

You nod again but this time more confused and getting kinda angry that Shotaro was putting his nose into your sex life, “Taro, what does my sex life with Jake have any—“ 

And then it hit you. 

“It would make sense…” Taro whispered.

“But it can’t be?” you pull your hair back out of your face, eyes glued to your iced coffee on the table, watching as the ice floated more to the top. 

“YN, last question,” he took a deep breath, “What medication did they put you on for the flu? And does it affect taking birth control?” 

You just stared up at him. Every piece of the puzzle falls into place. 

The medication the doctors gave you to treat your flu would have countered your birth control pill, and since you were sick and obviously not having sex you skipped the pills until you took the last bit of medicine to treat the flu before taking them again. And the last day of your medicine for the flu was…two days after you graduated. 

Your eyes widened, “Holy shit.”

Shotaro sighed, “Yeah, holy shit,” and took another sip of his coffee, “You could be pregnant.” 

—

Jake sat at his work desk, eyes reading over the article on the new software his company was planning on launching within the next couple of months. His boss leaves Jake to take on the project alone to fix all the major issues with it. 

He leans back into his chair, thumbs rubbing over his eyes from staring at the computer screen for too long. 

Why did he choose software development out of everything he could have when it came to his major? Guess it’s too late now to change it. 

Jake can’t complain though, he makes BANK and the job comes so easy to him too. Plus he works the typical nine-five Monday-Thursday having Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off to do whatever he wants. Plus his co-workers and boss are great people. He has it made here. 

Jake’s mind gets taken off the article by his phone vibrating in multiple texts. 

Jay: did you piss off my sister?  Jay: because she just busted down the apartment door before storming off into your bedroom, paced around for like ten minutes before leaving the apartment again. 

Jake sighed, rubbing his eyes again. 

Jake: not that I know of… Jake: I haven’t spoken to her since this morning when I left for work. She was supposed to be with Taro today Jay: She just came back, seemed calmer this time tho. She has a grocery bag, guess she needed snacks?

Jake tossed his phone onto the desk, going back to the article. As much as he loves you and his best friend, whatever attitude problem you have right now, Jay could deal with or he would deal with when he gets back home. Jake tried to think of anything he could have done to upset you, but not thinking of a single thing. 

Jay: she’s pacing again.  Jay: well now she locked herself up in the bathroom.  Jake: dude, she’s your little sister. deal with it? Jay: your girlfriend tho buddy. you deal with it.  Jake: …I am working.  Jay: I’ve never seen her act like this before. something is wrong. 

Jake looked at the time, he was off in an hour. He texted Jay back saying he’ll talk to you once he’s home and left it at that. Jake had half a mind to call Shotaro and bug him about what happened. You seemed fine earlier besides a small headache. 

The clock ticked and chimed once it hit four o’clock, Jake jumped from his seat after shutting his PC down and practically skipping out of the building. 

He couldn’t make it home fast enough, his mind was only on you and if you were okay. He called Jay the minute he got off work for an update and he said you were still locked up in the bathroom. Jake was worried. 

He made his way up the steps to the apartment, fumbling around with his keys to unlock the door. Jay sat in the living room with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, a horror movie on the TV. 

“Is she still in the bathroom?” Jake mouthed to his friend, earning a nod from him. 

Jake walked up to the door, knocking softly, “Baby?” he called for you, trying to turn the knob to find it locked, “YN, sweetheart, baby what’s wrong? Unlock the door please.” 

After a sigh on the other side, you unlock the door and slightly open it and pull him in, then shut the door behind him. 

Jake’s hands were on you immediately, checking if you had a fever, runny nose, everything. 

“Hey,” he whispered, cupping your face with his hands at the look of shock, “What happened?” 

The first thing he assumed was Shotaro fucked up somehow. A pity really if that’s the case, Jake was just starting to like him. 

You look up at your boyfriend, debating where to start. 

“Remember when I got sick with the flu?” 

Jake nodded, rubbing his thumbs against your jawline, “How could I forget? Your brother went all clean freak on us and made us wash everything and replace everything.” 

“Do you remember the medication I was on?” 

Jake thought for a second, then nodded, “Yeah? Baby that was weeks ago.” 

“I had to stop taking my birth control because of it…” 

Jake looked at you in confusion, “I know? It would have canceled it out anyway. YN, stop beating around the bush, what happened?” 

Your eyes dart to the sink and Jake follows your gaze seeing the grocery bag, and five boxes of pregnancy tests sitting around the counter. 

Jake looked at the boxes, then back at you, then back at the boxes, “I’m confused?” 

You roll your eyes, “Jake, I was off my birth control for the entire time I took my flu medication. And didn’t get back on it until the last pill of the medicine was gone, which was two days after graduation.” 

He just raises a brow at you, waiting for you to continue. 

“We had sex the night I graduated when I was still off my birth control.” 

Those words. Those exact words were all it took for Jake to swallow and feel how dry his throat had become. 

“Are you sure?” 

You looked back down to the boxes, “I pissed on every single stick in those boxes, and every single one of them came back positive.” 

You had to be honest, you were scared to tell Jake. The two of you have always been so careful when it comes to sex. Always have condoms on standby just in case. You always made sure to take your birth control pill on time every single day. And well shit, you both even still carried around Plan B’s as a backup. 

Jake was shaking and his heart was racing, “You’re pregnant?” you nod, waiting for him to get upset. Waiting for him to sink down onto the floor and laugh it off that you’re lying, to call your bluff. But he didn’t, his eyes softened, and the corners of his lips curled, “I’m going to be a daddy?” 

You nodded again, your lips also moving into a smile, “You’re going to be a daddy, Jake.” 

He couldn’t stop the smile that grew. Like wow, you’re pregnant? He’s going to be a father? You’re going to be a mother? Jake will get to raise a baby with you. Get to grow this little family even more. 

Jake pulled you into a kiss, arms wrapping tightly around you, “I love you so much,” he whispered between kisses, “I can’t believe it.” 

“Well you better believe it,” you kissed him again, “And I love you so much too.”

Jake sank down to his knees, placing his hands on your waist and kissing all over your tummy, “I am so happy right now.” 

Before you could respond, the bathroom door opened, “Hey I heard laughing, is everything okay now?” 

You stared wide eyed at your brother as he looked down at Jake on his knees. You could see the gears turning in your brother's brain, thinking he walked into a sexual act about to happen. 

He turned to leave, opening his mouth to make a smart retort when he saw the boxes in the sink. Jay looked at every single one before going back to you, down at Jake, back to the boxes…then the light bulb lit up above his head, face now tensed as he looked at you, then at Jake again. Jake awkwardly smiled up at your brother. 

“You got to be fucking joking.” was all your brother said. 

—

You and Jake sat on the couch, arms crossed as you both stared up at your brother pacing back and forth in the living room. 

“You’re going to cause a draft,” Jake finally said, trying hard to not laugh, but stopping his smile when Jay stopped pacing and looked at him. 

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around this,” Jay said, rubbing his temples as if he had the worst headache. 

You stare down at the boxes that now sit on the coffee table. Jay looked at every single piss stick in those boxes more than five times each as if the answer on it would change. You found it funny, hilarious even. Jay was acting as if he were the one growing a human life. 

Jake sat forward, narrowing his eyes in confusion, “Brother what is there to wrap your head around? She’s pregnant.” 

Jay slid his hands down his face, the stress showing on his face as he glared at your boyfriend, your happy mood faltered. You could read him like a book, “Jay, what’s really going on?”

Your brother let out a sigh before dropping his hands at his side, “I’m going to be an uncle?” he chuckled, his hands finding their way back to his face and then in his hair, “Like wow, my baby sister is pregnant with my best friend. I’m going to be an uncle…” Jay repeated those words a few more times before the worried look turned into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him make, “I’m going to be a fucking uncle!!” 

You smiled as wide as he did, standing from the couch and rushing to your brother and hugging him. Jay squeezed you so tight, rocking you back and forth as his laughter filled your ears, “Seongie, you’re literally going to be the best uncle ever.” 

“Fuck yeah I am,” he said, laughing even more, then turning to look at Jake, “You going to just sit on the couch? Get your ass up and join this family hug.” 

Family. Jay was officially his family. The term brother would mean more now than just being super close. Jay will be the uncle to his child. The big family Jake always wanted was finally within his reach and who would have guessed it would be with the people who were his second family growing up. 

Jake bounced from the couch, embracing you and Jay in his arms, joining the laughter that filled the apartment and still laughing even after you three pulled away. 

“God, I can’t believe you let him get you pregnant stinks,” Jay teased, flicking your forehead with his fingers. 

“It was an accident!” Jake defended himself, “Not my fault your sister is like a sex goddess.” 

“Dude,” Jay rolled his eyes, “That’s my sister I don’t want to hear that,” Jake just smiled at him, already loving the way he was going to tease the hell out of Jay through this pregnancy, “Anyways, when did this happen?” 

Jake was the confused one now. Jay literally was just on his ass about speaking about his sex life with his little sister, but now he’s asking when it happened? 

“Are you really asking me when I boned your sister that impregnated her?” 

Jay shrugged his shoulders, “Well when you say it like that…” 

You just looked at Jake, trying to not laugh at the obvious embarrassment on his face. Usually, the roles are reversed, but guess Jay pulled a fast one on him this time. 

“It was my graduation night,” you said for Jake, “Would you like to know the details since you want to be so nosey?” 

“God no shut up!” your brother scoffed, “I didn’t actually want to know I just wanted to tease Jake. Jesus fucking Christ.” 

Jake awkwardly chuckled with a shake of his head, “Now we just have to tell Heeseung, Sunghoon, Shotaro, my brother, and both our parents.” 

“Taro already knows.” 

Jake raised a brow at you, “He knew before me? Before Jay?” 

You just shrugged, “Taro was the one who suggested I might be pregnant. I was feeling sick earlier this morning, it was the only logical explanation.” 

That…makes a lot of sense. 

And as if speaking of the devils manifested them into existence, Heeseung and Sunghoon arrived back at the apartment, snapping at each other over the flavor of pop tarts and which one was better. Both their hands were filled with groceries. 

“Oh!” Heeseung scoffed, “Nice to know you three were home and ignoring your cell phones! Would have been nice to get some help.” 

Sunghoon nodded with a click of his tongue, “Yeah, would it have helped to not have been so lazy?” 

You crossed your arms, eyes darting between the two of them. You glanced down at the coffee table with the pregnant test boxes, and stepped off to the side giving them both a better view, “We were kinda busy with something important.” 

Sunghoon noticed what the boxes were immediately, his eyes widening and mouth slightly open. 

Heeseung tossed the bags of groceries into the solo recliner chair and picked up one of the boxes, “What could have been so important you’d ignore your best friends…for…” 

Heeseung looked over the box for a couple seconds before tearing it open and taking the test out (obviously holding the end you didn’t piss on), eyes widening at the positive marks. 

“You’re pregnant?!” Heeseung shouted, his voice filled with so much excitement as he looked up at you, eyes sparkling with the happiness he was feeling for you and Jake.

You smiled, giving him a nod, “Yeah, I’m pregnant!” 

“Holy fucking shit!” Heeseung shouted, tossing the stick and box back onto the coffee table and pulling you into a hug, “Congratulations stinks!” 

Sunghoon was right beside you, dropping the groceries to the floor and pulling you into him, “You’re growing up so fast!” 

“Oh, fuck off!” you pinched his bicep, and all Sunghoon could do was laugh. 

“I am so happy for you, YN,” he said, eyes darting over to Jay, “You’re going to be an uncle my dude!!”

“I know!” Jay shouted with the same excitement as his friends, “I mean, you two will be uncles too, since you’re practically family.”

Heeseung’s jaw dropped to the floor, “I’d be Uncle Hee!!” 

Jake watched as the most important people in his life laughed, shouted, cried out of pure happiness, and hugged each other. His heart was so full and so warm. He had the best non-biological brothers surrounding him. Had the best girlfriend who was now carrying his child. Had a good ass job that helped pay the bills and help support you and the baby. What more could he ask for?

Jake continued to watch his family, picturing a miniature you/him running around the apartment. Picturing Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon being the best uncles in the world as they play, laugh, love, and care for his future child. 

That thought alone also sunk Jake’s heart, “Guys,” he said, everyone turning and looking at him. Jake had the realization that the apartment was made to fit four people. There are five people standing in this living room and You had a baby on the way, “This place is about to get a lot more crowded.” 

— 

You lay on the couch, two fingers pressed into your cunt. Your other hand slid underneath your shirt, squeezing your breast and twisting your nipple between your thumb and index fingers. 

Nobody else was home, all four boys were at work and Shotaro couldn’t hang out with you. 

What better way to pass the time than to touch yourself? You weren’t fortunate enough to have gotten a job after graduating and now that you were pregnant, Jay and especially Jake, were against you getting a job right now.  

“You’re pregnant, you don’t need to work right now,” Jay said, taking your laptop from your hands to keep from applying to any more jobs. 

“I’m pregnant, not disabled!” You snapped, “Let me do something besides sit at the apartment all day.” 

“Yeah, and if you get a job you’ll be on pregnancy leave shortly after getting it. Might as well just wait.” Jay retorted back. 

“Baby,” Jake said, kneeling down beside you, his hand resting on your belly, “You’re already doing enough by growing life inside of you. Please just wait until after you have the baby.” 

You looked to Heeseung and Sunghoon for support, they just shook their heads, hands raised up, “Not my circus, not my monkeys,” was all Heeseung could say, with a small snicker of laughter from Sunghoon. 

Traitors. 

You glanced down at your belly, baby bump now fully on display as the little speck of life grew more and more every day. 

You were at the end of the first trimester and the beginning of your second trimester, your baby bump was obvious that you were pregnant, but with your clothes, no one would ever know unless you told them. The morning sickness came and went as it pleased, your weird food cravings kicked in a bit, and all four boys started being more careful around you. Helping you sit down and stand up as if you all of a sudden couldn’t do that on your own, always grabbing things for you instead of you getting it yourself. You weren’t that far along in the pregnancy, you didn’t need that kind of help right now but took the help anyway. You knew you couldn’t get out of it. 

You flung your head back onto the pillow, pumping your fingers faster and squeezing your breast tighter. 

You breathed in harder, arching your back at the pleasure. You glanced at the clock on the wall, Jake should be coming home for lunch at any minute, bringing the takeout you requested as your food craving of the day. 

But you got horny while waiting for him, and now here you are, waiting for him to come home to help finish you off and then eat your lunch. 

The sound of the keys sliding into the lock made you jolt, your cunt clenching tightly against your fingers, not being able to wait any longer, you needed Jake. 

“Hey baby,” Jake called from the front door, kicking his shoes off before stepping in, “I have your lunch.” 

You tried to call out to him but lost your breath in a small gasp. 

Jake heard the gasp, and thinking something was wrong, he quickly rushed around the corner from the hallway, stopping at the sight of you, him nearly slipping on the hard floor at seeing your legs spread with your fingers pumping in and out, Your fucked out facial expressions and other hand massaging your tits. 

He was hard almost immediately, “Oh baby, fuck,” he hissed, his hand palming at himself through his jeans, “Look at you.” 

“Jaeyun,” you whined, barely being able to speak, “I need you,” 

Jake left the bag of food on the solo recliner chair, sliding his jacket from his body and tossing it to the floor, “Yeah baby? What do you need me to do?” 

“Touch me,” you whimpered, “Please do something.” 

Jake slid onto the couch in front of you, tossing your legs over his shoulders and replacing your fingers with his, using his other hand to grip the top of the couch as he hovered over you carefully. You shut your eyes and furrowed your brows, mouth opening wide and letting out a wet moan as the feeling of his fingers slid into you, “Feels good baby? Couldn’t wait until I got home to touch yourself?” 

You nodded, “I needed to do something, was too horny.” 

Jake bit his lip and pumped his fingers faster into you. The last thing he was expecting to see when he came home was you sprawled out on the couch so wet and ready for him. Jake has only seen you this needy a handful of times, it was a once in a once-in-a-blue-moon kinda thing but oh god was he loving it. 

Seeing you so needy only made himself needy too and removed his fingers from your cunt, “Jae—“

“Shhh baby,” he whispered, “Sit up a bit for me, ya?” 

You nodded, pulling yourself up into your elbows and scooting up a bit onto the couch arm. Jake laid himself between your legs, lifting your hips up a bit to give him a better angle at your pussy. 

Your hands gripped the cushions of the couch at feeling his tongue flatting against your hole, “Fuck, Jake!” 

His chuckles sent vibrations up your whole body and made you shiver. His tongue licked streaks up and down your cunt, twirling the muscle around your clit and back down and up again. Repeating the process a few times before sliding his tongue into your pussy, shoving the muscle so far into your hole his nose was now rubbing against your clit. 

You chanted his name, knuckles turning white from the death grip you had on the couch, squeezing your thighs against Jake’s head. He moaned into your cunt, bucking his hips into the couch to feel some kind of friction on his cock, his hands gripped your hips tighter, thumbs rubbing circles at the edge of your belly. 

The more you squeezed his head between your legs, the more he knew you were fixing to burst, working his tongue faster and angling his face to the side a bit in a tilt, opening his mouth wider to shove his tongue further into your pussy and wrapping his lips around your hole, digging his nose a bit harder against your clit. 

“Jaeyun!” you pant, “Jake, I’m going to cum.” 

Jake hummed against your heat, only removing himself to let out a “Cum on my tongue for me baby,” then reattaching himself to your cunt, eating you out like you were the last meal he’d ever get. 

And it made you come undone, your cum coating his tongue. Jake took a deep breath through his nose, licking your pussy completely clean, taking all your cum into his mouth and swallowing it, “Fuck you taste so good.”

Your chest raised and fell at hitting your high, flinging your arm over your forehead, taking more deep breaths. 

You look down at your boyfriend, seeing the look in his eyes as he licks his lips, still soaking up your leftover juices on his mouth, “Turn to your side,” You roll over, watching him unbuckle his belt and pants, sliding them down and off his body. Jake squeezes himself between you and the couch, “Lift your leg over mine.” 

You wrapped your leg over his hip and tucked it between him and the couch. His tip lined up with your entrance, and slowly slid into you, “Fuckkkk,” he moaned in your ear as he bottomed out, “You feel so good.” 

Jake thrust into you slowly, wanting to savor every ounce of pleasure he could get before having to return back to work, but that plan failed as you backed your ass into his hips and reached a hand behind you to grasp his hair, “Fuck me harder,” you begged, “Babe please.” 

His body shuddered, hand gripping your hip and bucked his hips faster, the sound of skin-to-skin filling the quiet of the apartment. 

Jake glances down, watching as his hips thrust into you, watching the way your body moves in sync with his. His eyes wandered higher, seeing the baby bump. He carefully places his hand on your belly and snapped his cock further inside you, holding it there to rub against your cervix, “You’re so sexy pregnant,” he growled in your ear then started fucking into you again, “Should have bred this pussy so much sooner.” 

You pulled at his hair, “Yeah, you should have.” 

Jake was losing his mind. Something about fucking his sexy as fuck pregnant girlfriend on the couch in such a tight space made him dizzy. He couldn’t be as rough and manhandle you as he normally would, but fuck this was still so hot and pleasuring as if he was being rough with you. 

Your grip on his hair yanked harder, sending Jake over the edge and filling your cunt completely with his cum, his hand now at your thigh as he squeezed it tightly as he continued to pump his cock in and out, letting your pussy milk him completely. 

Out of breath, Jake lays his head on top of yours, hand sliding from your thigh and down back to your belly, thumb drawing little circles. 

You placed your hand on top of his and leaned more into him, “You really think I’m sexy pregnant?” 

Jake chuckled, “Of course I do, I’ll always find you sexy.” And it was true. He’ll never not find you sexy. 

He continued to run his hand over your belly, yours following on top of his, tracing the outline of your naval then sliding down on the underbelly then your hips, and back up. 

“I still can’t believe you’re growing a life,” Jake whispered, “Growing our baby.” 

You lifted your head up to look at him, smiling at him and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “And it’s all thanks to your sperm that got past all the female's defenses to find the egg.” 

Jake softly giggles at your medical terminology and presses his lips back to yours. 

He was really still in disbelief. You went from that little girl he grew up with and would tease to his girlfriend and being madly in love and pregnant with his child. Jake was truly so blessed to have found his soulmate so early on in life. 

“I love you,” he said between kisses, his hand softly squeezing your belly, “I’m so lucky to have you.” 

“I love you too,” you smiled so warmly at him, sliding a finger down his jaw. 

Jake pressed one last kiss to your lips, “Let’s eat, I’m still starving after my first meal.” 

You giggled, being so thankful for him. 

—

“What about this one?” Heeseung asked, holding up the ugliest orange shirt you’ve ever seen. You scrunch your nose, “Hard pass, got it,” he said, placing the shirt back onto the rack. 

You were thankful Heeseung came along with you to do some much-needed shopping. Your baby bump was no longer easy to hide and all the clothes you’d normally wear no longer fit. Well, they did but felt way too tight. 

You practically tore your and Jake’s bedroom apart trying to find any piece of clothing that would fit comfortably that wasn’t one of Jake’s hoodies or sweatpants. Heeseung just so happened to be walking out of his bedroom and crossing the hall and almost got hit in the face by a pair of flying jeans. Which is how you now ended up at the mall with him doing much-needed clothing shopping. 

“You need some more color in your closet though,” Heeseung said, shifting through all the shirts on the rack, “You can’t just keep having white, black, and red, YN.” 

You pouted, “I have other colors!” 

Heeseung glared at you, “The few blues, purples, and greens don’t count. You have more black shirts than anything else, you little emo. Even Jake has more colors than you.” 

You wanted to fight back but knew you couldn’t. Heeseung was right. 

“And check this one out,” He pulled a really pretty lavender shirt from the rack, holding it up against your chest, “I think it looks good!” 

You nodded, actually really loving the color, “Put it in the cart,” 

Heeseung’s eyes sparkled as he placed it into the cart with the other mixtures of jeans, leggings, dresses, bras, panties, and socks, all for you. 

You watched as he moved onto another clothing rack, watching as he pushed the cart for you. You couldn’t hide the smile that was forming on your lips as you looked at him with endearment. If he was willing to do all this for you, his best friend's girlfriend, and his other best friend's little sister, while pregnant, you could only imagine how well he’d treat his future girlfriend and wife. Heeseung would make a fine husband someday. 

“Seungie, you sure you don’t mind doing all this?” you felt somewhat guilty. Jake should be here too, picking out clothes for you. But unfortunately, going and watching Formula One races with your brother at the sports bar was in his deck of cards today. You even called Jake earlier and told him the plans you made with Heeseung and he didn’t even bat an eye at it. 

“Why would I mind?” he questioned, taking a pink long sleeve off the rack and holding it up to you, “Yeah pink is definitely your color while pregnant,” then tossed the fabric into the cart. 

“Because you literally helped me shop for bras and underwear?” 

Heeseung shrugged his shoulders as he continued to flip through the clothing rack, “They are just clothes, YN. I’ve done your laundry plenty of times, and have walked in on you and Jake undressing each other enough times. We’ve grown up together, shopping for undergarments with you doesn’t bother me at all.” 

Your heart filled with the love you have for him, wanting to pull him into a tight hug and kiss his cheek. Heeseung was definitely that second older brother you never had. 

But you decided to use this time to tease him. You don’t get to tease Heeseung often, he was always one step ahead but this might be your chance. 

“Jake might think differently after finding out you helped shop for lace bras and panties for me when it should be his eyes only.” 

Heeseung chuckled, holding up a black long-sleeve and then tossing it to the cart, “Then maybe he needs to find better hiding places to smell your panties with.” 

Your smile fell, “He does what?” 

Heeseung let out a loud laugh, “YN, I’m joking, you can’t try to tease me and expect me to not clap back.” 

Always one step ahead as usual. 

“Besides, I’ve only ever caught him with your panties once and that was before you moved in with us and he was definitely NOT smelling them, that’s for sure.” 

You knew about how Heeseung caught Jake rubbing one out with a pair of your dark blue panties that were Jake’s absolutely favorite pair. You saw Jake steal them from your drawer before he took that drive back home and confronted him before he could even step foot out the door of your dorm. Jake wasn’t a panty sniffer, but he sure used to be a stealer. You remember how Jake called you not even five minutes after Heeseung walked in on him. You thought it was the funniest thing. 

“Jake honestly probably wouldn’t care anyways,” you shrugged, following behind Heeseung as he moved into another section of clothes, “He’d just be happy someone was here with me.” 

Heeseung agreed, “He’s been so protective over you since finding out you were pregnant. He made me and Sunghoon swear to look after you if he and Jay weren’t around to do so. Never seen the man that protective, and you know how he is over his ramen.” 

Getting Jake to share his ramen is a hard thing to do, even with you. He had a bowl the other night and you had to beg for him to share and even pulled the pregnancy card to get him to share it, which he didn’t do by the way, “Just because you’re pregnant doesn't mean I’ll share my ramen. Fuck off.” Asshole. 

Heeseung continued, “You really make him happy, YN.” You nodded. You knew you did. Jake never goes without telling you, “You know, I was a bit jealous at first.” 

You raised a brow in confusion at him, “What are you talking about, ace?” 

Heeseung sighed, picking up another shirt, then placing it back on the rack, refusing to make eye contact with you, “When we first saw you again after all that time during winter vacation, you had all our hearts dropping, just so you know. It wasn’t just Jake’s.” 

You knew the feeling was mutual, seeing Jake, Heeseung, and Sunghoon all grown up made your heart flutter. They were good-looking men, they still are, there’s no denying that. 

“We knew from the beginning that Jake’s heart kinda dropped a bit harder than ours did,” he continued, “Don’t worry about Jake finding out about this conversation, he already knows,” you nodded, waiting for him to continue, “I woke up one night and saw Jake sneaking out of the guest room, I think it was the very first time he did so. I sat up after the door was closed only to see Sunghoon was staring at the door as well. We knew exactly where he went. We stayed up discussing it. About what we should do about it. We knew Jay would kill him and then kill us if he ever found out we knew.” 

Ouch, guess you and Jake suck at hiding, “Does my brother and Jake know you two knew?” 

Heeseung nodded, “They do now. The four of us had a good long talk on that drive back to the apartment, but at first no.” 

Makes sense. 

“Anyway, Hoon and I just decided to keep it to ourselves. Mostly because, well, our own feelings were conflicted. You weren’t completely the same little girl we grew up with. We were mostly just attracted to you, that’s how far our feelings went really. I was jealous Jake had the balls to go after you even after Jay was being his crazy protective brother self,” Heeseung laughed, “Jake was really crazy for crossing that line. Had major balls. But after he snuck back into the guest room that night and saw how wide his smile was at breakfast that following morning, you became off limits not just because of Jay, but also Jake. Hoon and I decided to drop the attraction, don’t get me wrong, you’re still as pretty as ever, but you went back to being our little sister super quick.” 

You just smiled at him, you found it cute that the three stooges all had some little crush on you at some point. Funny even. Jake just happened to be your soulmate from the beginning, they all knew that too. 

“Anyway,” Heeseung said again, finding a blue top with a flower graphic design, “I think we have enough clothes picked out for you,” he said as he tossed the article of clothing for you into the cart, “How about you help me find some new outfits for you now?” him giving you his heart lipped smile. 

You nodded, it was the least you could do, plus you both were already here. 

Heeseung continued to push the cart as you found clothes for him. It was his turn to watch you with such endearment. Heeseung doesn’t know why he decided to tell you about the small and very short-lived crush he used to have on you. Maybe it was because you looked so pretty today. With how your hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and wearing Jake’s hoodie and sweatpants. It was way too cute. You’ve worn Jake’s clothes even before he got you pregnant, but it was still cute. Made him think that this is how his future wife will look once pregnant. But looking at you made Heeseung happy because you were happy. Jake made you happy and you made Jake happy. Which obviously made everyone else happy. 

Heeseung watched as you picked him out a bright pink shirt, leaning on his elbows on the cart, his eyes wandering down to your belly, his smile growing wider, “I can’t wait to become an uncle.” 

—

Jake and Jay clinked their beer glasses together as they cheered for their racing team, chugging down the liquid. Then asking the bartender for another refill. They clinked their glasses again, chugged it down, and got another refill. 

Jake and Jay’s phone buzzed, Heeseung texting the “and they were roommates” group chat. 

Jay took a few sips of his beer, ignoring the chat so Jake looked instead. 

“Hee and YN are back home,” Jake said, and Jay nodded, “Hee also said to let either him or Sunghoon know if we need someone to come get us.” 

It was usually this way if any of the boys went out without the others. Everyone is always on standby if anyone gets too drunk. And if all of them went out together, one person wouldn’t drink or drink as much to be the driver home. It was a perfect system. 

Jay took a few more sips of his beer then set the glass on the table, “How did YN's doctor appointment go yesterday?” 

Jake brought the glass to his lips, “Everything is good. She’s healthy, the baby is healthy. That’s all I could ask for,” he took a few sips of the beer and trained his eyes back to the TV with the race on it. 

“Do you know the gender yet?” Jay asked curiously. Jay has been thinking about that a lot lately. If he’ll have a niece or nephew? Will they have more of the Park genetics or the Sim genetics or an equal mixture of both? Will he be a good uncle? God, he hopes so. 

Jake just shakes his head, “YN wants to wait until she has the baby, wants it to be a big surprise. Should have seen her face when the doctor tried to tell her the gender. She held her hands up so fast and straight up told the doctor to keep her mouth shut.” 

Jake chuckles at the memory, he thought you were going to fight the doctor over it. Thank god you didn’t. 

Jay relaxes in his seat, studying his best friend, “Are you nervous?” 

Jake narrows his eyes and releases a huff, taking another sip of the beer, “Oh what? Nothing to be nervous over.” 

Jay could see right through Jake. He knows his best friend like the back of his hand, he can see it all over Jake’s face that the further along you got in your pregnancy, the more nervous he got. Jay really noticed Jake’s shakiness after returning from the appointment yesterday. 

“To be a dad. Nervous about wanting to take care of my sister, and wanting the pregnancy to go smoothly. Bro, I can see it all over your face. You vowed to stop drinking and partying after she got pregnant, yet you were the first one tonight to order alcohol.” 

Jake just shakes his head, “I want to be the perfect dad. I want to take care of YN through the whole pregnancy. I want our baby to be healthy. I’m scared man.” 

Jay nods, slowly rocking his body with the nod, “I’m nervous too.” 

Jake raised a brow, clearly confused. 

Jay continued, “I lived for protecting my sister, that obviously hasn’t changed, but I always tried and wanted to be the perfect older brother for her. I knew once the day came that she started popping out kids that I wanted to be a perfect uncle and protect her kids as I did her. But I also feel like I haven’t been the best or perfect brother. That I didn’t try hard enough and now I’m scared I’ll fail as an uncle.” 

“Are you fucking serious?” Jake snapped, causing Jay to widen his eyes at him, “You’re not a failure of a brother. You never failed YN and you won’t ever fail her. You did perfectly to protect her, trust me, as someone who got caught sneaking around with her, you do a pretty damn good job at it. And you won’t fail our child either. I promise you that. You’ll be a perfect uncle.” 

Jay tried to keep his eyes clear as he nodded, never wanting to admit that Jake’s words gave him the ego boost he needed. 

So he raised his glass, “To our little family.” 

Jake smiled, raising his glass as well, “To our little family.” 

“Including Heeseung, Sunghoon, and Shotaro, because YN would kill us both if we left them out.” 

Jake nodded in agreement, “Amen to that brotha.” 

“Thank you…for helping me take care of my sister,” Jay chuckled, “She doesn’t just have to deal with me trying to protect her.” 

“Trust me,” Jake rolled his eyes, “She hates it.” 

“Well YN gotta deal I guess.” Jay shrugged but also laughed. 

Jay had to admit he finally and fully was able to accept Jake in your life. He always accepted him, it just took a little bit longer to be one hundred percent okay with it. To be completely used to seeing you wrapped in Jake’s arms. Because now when you weren’t by Jake, it was weird and didn’t sit right. Jay honestly was so thankful you chose Jake. Because if you chose any other loser male out there, Jay wouldn’t be as accepting. No one is good enough for his sister besides Jake. Point blank. Plus, you were pregnant with Jake’s baby, and Jay kinda had no choice but to fully accept Jake into the family. 

They chugged down their drinks and got another refill, paying back attention to the race and knocking their sad attitudes away. 

“You know,” Jay said after some time, “We’re both fucked if you have a girl.” 

Jake groaned and dropped his face into his hands, “Don’t fucking remind me, I’ve already thought about it.” 

Jay chuckled some more, chugging down his alcohol. If you did have a girl, he already knows his protection level will skyrocket. And since Jake will be the baby’s father…oh all hell would break loose. That baby wouldn’t just have to deal with an overprotective father, but an overprotective uncle. Maybe that’s why you didn’t want to know the gender yet, you knew what would happen the minute everyone found out. 

And honestly, it wouldn’t just be him and Jake losing their brains over you having a girl. Heeseung and Sunghoon would also protect that child with their lives. The two of them are already helping you around the apartment and watching your every move. It’ll just be worse once the baby is here. 

Jay shook Jake’s shoulders, “Come on man, lighten up! Just focus on the fact you’re going to be one kick-ass of a dad!” 

That lifted Jake’s spirits, “Yeah? Think so?” 

Jay nodded, “Yeah. Because if you aren’t I’ll beat you myself. YN will be right behind me too.” 

Jake just rolls his eyes, “Whatever man.” 

The two of them laughed and continued to watch the race and enjoy each other's company. 

Heeseung had his arm wrapped around Jake, and Sunghoon had his arm wrapped around Jay, helping the two of them walk out of the bar. 

You had your arms crossed as you leaned against the car, watching for your boyfriend and brother to come into view. Your heart relaxes once the sight of Heeseung and Sunghoon dragging them out comes into view. 

“Damn, how much did they drink?” You asked, your eyes glancing back and forth between the two drunks. 

Sunghoon scoffed, “Who knows, but we told them to not get so fucking hammered.” 

“But our racer won!” Jake smiles, letting out a hiccup then his eyes focused on you, “Baby!” 

Jay looked up at you, realizing Hee and Hoon left you outside, his protectiveness and rage coming in, “You left my pregnant sister outside by HERSELF?!” 

Jake then realized it himself too, “You left my pregnant girlfriend outside by HERSELF?!” 

“Oh shut the fuck up!” Heeseung snapped, “I tried to usher you both out of the bar by myself but I needed help. YN was told to stay INSIDE the car.” 

You just shrugged, “I can hold my own.” 

“You’re pregnant!!” Jake and Jay both said in unison.

“Yeah! Pregnant! Not disabled!” 

Jake lifted himself from Heeseung and walked to you, taking your chin between his fingers and his other hand resting on your tummy, “You and this baby are the most important things to me, if something were to happen to you two…I…” 

You relaxed your body and placed your hands on your boyfriend's face, you knew he was just being protective. Same with your brother. You knew you were the most important thing to them, the least you could do was respect their wishes when it comes to protecting you. 

“I am okay,” you reassured him, looking at your brother and repeating the words, “Heeseung and Sunghoon wouldn’t have left me alone if they didn’t think it was okay.” 

“Trust me,” Sunghoon said, trying to keep Jay from slipping out of his hold, “We didn’t want to leave her in the car.” 

“Can we discuss this at home?” Jay said, hanging his head low, “I think I drank way too much.” 

“You don’t fucking say?!” Heeseung scoffed, helping Sunghoon with Jay. 

“I’ll drive Jay’s car back,” Sunghoon said, “Help me get him in then we can head back. I think YN has Jake fine.” 

You nodded, eyes darting to your brother, “Take care of him.” 

You got Jake in the car, him laying his head on your shoulder, cuddling up to you. 

Heeseung returns quickly and jumps in the driver's seat of his car, “Let’s get home guys, I’m exhausted.” 

You watched Jake’s hand through the street lamps and moonlight as his thumb rubbed your thigh then shifted up and placed his whole hand on your pregnant stomach. 

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he says softly, taking a deep breath and snuggling more into you. You rest your head against the top of his, smiling. You could already tell Jake would be a fantastic father. 

You kissed his forehead, whispering, “I love you.” 

—

You moaned softly into Jake’s mouth as he slowly pumped into you. 

The early morning sun beats down onto the bed, making his skin shine beautifully. 

Jake slides his tongue down your mouth, his hand moving up and down your bare back, stopping to squeeze your ass, moving down to your leg wrapped over his hip, and squeezing your thigh before moving back up and repeating the process. 

You were now about halfway done with your pregnancy. Your little sprout of life grows perfectly and healthy every single day, which made having sex with Jake a bit harder now that the baby has grown so big. 

But that didn’t stop you two, obviously. 

Jake woke you up this morning with kisses to your neck, and his fingers sliding down your shorts, “I need you so bad right now.” 

The sex wasn’t rough but filled with so much love. It was soft, lazy, passionate, and just so so much love. 

His hand stopped at your hip and squeezed it tightly, “I want to get so rough with you, fuck,” he whispers, “I need to cum.” 

You remove yourself from him, sliding his cock out and rolling over to your other side, backing your ass into his hips, “Then get rough with me babe.” 

Jake hissed, quickly shoving his cock back into your cunt, snapping his hips fast against your ass. 

“Fuck baby, can never get enough of this pussy.” 

You could tell Jake was losing himself in your heat. He hasn’t been able to be rough like he normally wanted to, being too afraid that he would hurt you. 

Jake leaned more into your back, pressing you into the sheets as he fucked into you at a primal rate. His fingers slipping between your legs and rubbing your clit at the same pace. 

You bit into the fabric of your pillow to suppress your moans, not wanting to wake anyone else up in the apartment. Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white. 

You missed how rough Jake could get. Missed him pressing your face into the pillows. Even though this wasn’t the full extent of roughness that he could do, you still ate up every ounce of what he was giving you right now. 

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, “You’re doing so good for me, taking my cock so well even though you’re pregnant.” 

You felt your climax reach its peak, Jake groaning at feeling you cum on his cock. He was literally on cloud 9. And the fact you’re letting him get even the smallest amount of rough with you was driving him crazy. 

Jake would be lying if he said he didn’t google sex positions to use while being pregnant and read plenty of articles on it too. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. 

Jake also read how some girlfriends/wives completely took sex off the table when they found out they were pregnant. He was so fucking blessed that you had just as high a sex drive as he did. Jake would lose his mind if you wouldn’t let him have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours for nine months. His hand would only get him so far before his crumpling at your feet begging you to let him fuck you. So again yeah, he thanked god you were just as addicted to his cock as he was to your pussy. 

Not to mention the position he has you in right now was so sexy to him. He was still able to press your face into the pillows and rail you from behind, getting to see how his cock moves inside you, watching how your cum wraps a white ring around his cock. Get to see every facial expression you make while hitting your G-spot. What’s not to love about it? Plus you’re comfortable and it wasn’t affecting your belly at all. 

“Hmm I’m fixing to cum baby,” he growls, “Going to fill this cunt to the brim.” 

“Pleaseeee,” you beg, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum stain your insides. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed, licking the shell of your ear and then biting the lobe as he came. His strings of white rope filled you completely, “Fuck…fuck,” he moaned, trying to catch his breath. 

Jake kissed your temple before pulling out and removing himself from the bed. You rolled over and watched his naked figure dig in his dresser for a clean pair of boxers and socks, slipping them onto his body then grabbing his favorite pair of jeans that he wears to work, along with his white striped button-up. 

You sat up in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body, now cold from the loss of your boyfriend pressed against you. 

“You should call out,” you softly said. 

Jake chuckles as he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his sneakers onto his feet, “I would if I could my love, I need every time saved up to use once you give birth.” 

You groaned and pouted but knew it wouldn’t get you your way. Knowing he couldn’t actually call out. Mostly when he wanted to take off a couple of days around your due date just in case he needed to rush you to the hospital. And then there’s the first few weeks he wants to spend with you after the baby arrives. He couldn’t take off at all and the only reason his leave got approved by his boss was because he promised to show up every single day before you gave birth no matter what. Yet you still pouted anyway. 

“What will I do while you’re gone?” 

“Why don’t you see if one of the other guys can hang out with you?” Jake wanted to call out. Wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with you all day. But he has a future child and a girlfriend to feed and spoil, he kind of needed to work. 

“I already asked them,” You cross your arms, “Heeseung also has to work, Sunghoon is spending the day with his sister, and Jay is too busy finishing up his culinary degree online to step away.” 

“Have you called Shotaro? I’m sure he’d love to see you.” 

Your eyes lit up, remembering that Taro had the day off today, “Yeah I’ll give him a call.” 

Jake smiled at you, “Just make sure to be careful okay?” he asked, placing his hand over your growing belly, “Don’t do anything you know you can’t do, let Shotaro help.” 

You rolled your eyes, being as stubborn as ever. 

“I’ll call and tell himself—“

“Okay!” you said, “I’ll behave.” 

“Good,” Jake pulls you in for a couple of kisses, then kisses your forehead, “I’ll see you when I get off. I love you.”

“I love you too meanie head!” 

Then you watched him walk out of the bedroom. 

—

“What do you mean you don’t want a baby shower?” Taro asked, brows furrowed as his fingers rapidly pressed the buttons on his PS5 controller, the sounds of the boss he was fighting and killed on Elden Ring filled his sound system, “Yes!!!” 

You slouched down onto his couch, watching as his character now ran out of the castle, “Didn’t you beat this game already?” 

“Hmm,” he hummed, still focused on the game, “But I am doing a different build this time.” 

You just sighed, continuing to watch your best friend play his video game, the ice in his coffee on the table to his right slowly melting away. 

“Are you going to answer my question?” 

You groaned, “Ughhh Jay was on my ass about this too the other day,” you pouted, and decided it was time to sit up. Taro quickly set the controller down to his set and helped you sit up, “I don’t want a baby shower because I don’t really have any girlfriends, and even so I don’t know the gender of the baby, so I don’t want to get a bunch of pointless gifts. Jake and I decided we would just probably have a small get-together after our child is born and we all go shopping for stuff then.” 

Shotaro nodded, making sure you were sitting up comfortably before grabbing his controller again, and going back to the game, “I guess that is a bit easier and less planning out. Totally sounds like a you thing to do though. Why would Jay get onto you for it?

You shrugged, “I think he’s more nervous than I am and wants an excuse to drink.” 

Shotaro laughed, “Yeah, I’ve noticed the lack of Lee, Parks, and Sim at parties.” 

Which Taro understood completely. Everyone was an adult and you were pregnant, none of the four men wanted to leave you alone at the apartment while they went out. Even if they wanted to, Taro always offered to sit with you, but I think the reality check hit each of them hard after finding out you were pregnant, kinda sending them to a more sober life. 

“Those four really took attached at the hip seriously huh?” 

You scoffed, “Yeah, it’s probably worse now than what it was when we were kids, and they were super annoying as kids.” 

Shotaro sometimes wished he knew you five back then. From the stories he’s heard from Jake, Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and yourself, the five of you were a blast to be around. You five, at least to Shotaro, were the sole definition of what friendship/family is and what it meant. He’s happy that he’s a part of the family now, but man he would have loved to see you all in your prime. 

Shotaro closed out Elden Ring, “Want to play anything? I feel bad just having you sit here.” 

You shook your head, “Taro I feel perfectly fine just sitting here and watching you play games. Your company is everything and much needed.”

Taro just smiles, opening up Elden Ring again and leaning back on the couch. He knew you just wanted some company, but he still didn’t want to let you feel left out either. 

From what Jake said, you used to be super independent, not needing anything from anyone or needed anyone who wasn't Jay. That you grew up so headstrong and unbreakable, probably due to having Jay as your brother and the three stooges as your friends. Even when you went off to college you were independent, only ever spending time with your roommate and a few other friends but mostly did your own thing. 

But something changed after that winter break and moving into town. You got used to relying on others, always having one of the four boys at your side so when they are all busy, you feel lost. That’s where Shotaro came in. He knows you two are best friends and that you love him and know when you need him, and you need him right now. Things got a lot crazier after finding out you were pregnant, but Taro still was filled with endearment each time you asked to hang out. 

You slid back onto the couch too, leaning your head against his shoulder. Shotaro leaned more into you as well, letting the two of you be comfortable with each other's space. 

“Actually, can I learn to play? Jake plays this at home all the time too.” 

Shotaro nodded, “Of course, princess.” 

He hands you the controller, “Are you sure? I don’t want to mess up your progress.” 

“It’s just a game, YN,” he chuckles, “Plus I know what I’m doing, I can fix any mistake you make.” 

You smiled, letting him teach you what each button does and how it works, and then taught you the basics of the game. Before you knew it you were running around and slaying the lower level enemies. 

“Figured out names yet?” Taro asked, taking a few sips of his coffee. 

You shrugged, “We honestly haven’t really discussed it. Jake and I have been really going about this blind, besides you know, reading the parenting books and doing your basic research. Plus I’ve been attending my doctor appointments and everything seems to be going well, so we are doing something right.” 

“As long as you both and the baby are happy and healthy, that’s all that matters. Maybe it’s one of those things that once you see your child for the first time, the name will come to you almost immediately.” 

You nodded, “That’s what we are going for.” 

You were then killed in the game and Taro teased you to no end that you got his character killed even after he said it would all be okay. 

But you were happy, laughing, and enjoying your time with your best friend. You could see it now, Shotaro being another non-biological uncle to your child. Teach him or her to play video games and tease them to the point they are crying from laughter. 

You were truly blessed to have been surrounded by the right people. 

—

Jake rolled his eyes as he shoved his gloved hands into his puffy jacket pockets, “Is there any reason why I need to be here right now?” he scoffs, a shiver going down his back, “I could be at home cuddling my girlfriend.” 

And rightfully getting my dick wet. 

You woke up super touchy this morning, pressing your chest and belly against his back, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and shoulder, sliding your hand down his boxers, and pumping his long hard length slowly. 

Jake could be buried balls deep inside you right now. Whether that means your hand, mouth, or cunt. He didn’t care, he just wanted to fuck you slowly. 

Sunghoon skated passed him quickly, taking Jake’s mind out of the multiple positions he could already have put you in by now. 

“Man, we just want one last bro day before YN has the baby,” Heeseung tucked his hands into his pockets, “She’s ready to pop open any day, ya?” 

Jake just nodded, staring down at the ice underneath him, “Within the next few weeks yeah.” 

Jay patted his shoulder, “Don’t look so nervous, everything will be fine.”

Jake knew everything would be fine. But you’ve been staying in bed or lounging around on the couch more often than doing anything else these days. With you finally being in the last leg of your pregnancy, Jake just wanted to take care of you. And obviously, get his dick shoved so far up your cunt that it makes you see stars. 

Jake just rolled his eyes, “That’s not the point, I want to be at home with her right now.” 

“You just want to get your dick wet,” Sunghoon said as he slid across the ice in front of his friends, “I heard the fooling around that was happening this morning.” 

Jake glared at his best friend, “Really man?” 

Jay was also glaring, but not at Sunghoon, “Yeah really man?” Jay might have fully accepted Jake as family and his relationship with his little sister, but he still didn’t want to hear about the sexual acts the two of you do. 

Jake was now glaring at Jay, “I got her knocked up, I don’t see why you’re giving me the death stare right now. It’s kind of obvious at this point that I have sex with your sister.” 

Heeseung and Sunghoon could honestly eat popcorn and watch Jay get mad about Jake railing against you every single time. But Jay was just being a big brother protecting his baby sister, even though you were literally so close to giving birth. 

Jay just waves his hands in the air, “Nah nah I don’t want to hear it.” 

“Anyways!” Sunghoon interrupted, skating back in front of his friends, “We are going to have a bro day and ice skate on my old stomping grounds from hockey days. YN is with my sister having a girls' day, she’s fine.” 

Jake knew once the baby was here that having a guy's day would be less often, mostly up until you’re able to take care of the baby alone after much-needed rest and care. So he shrugged his shoulders, knowing you were with Yeji and perfectly safe, and smiled up at his friends. 

It’s been a while since the last time the four of them ice skated together. It was probably before college. Because once Sunghoon was accepted onto the hockey team, it became hard to skate together again. 

The four boys raced around the rink, trying everything they could to outrun Sunghoon but failing terribly. 

Jake’s heart was so full. He felt like a kid again being with his best friends. With the way everyone laughed, teased, and talked without a care in the world brought all of them back to their high school days. When they’d sneak out of the Park’s house and climb onto the roof and look at the stars until you got annoyed at hearing them talk above your bedroom. 

The memories didn’t stop there. Jake started to remember his soccer days in high school. Remember seeing Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and you cheering him on from the bleachers. Remembering how his parents threw a big party for when his team won the championships for the school district, everyone’s parents drank and laughed in the kitchen while the five of you along with Heeseung and Jake’s older brothers, and Yeji. How you all played around outside until the sun went down. 

Jake rounded the corner of the ice rink, his smile up to his ears as the images of his friends once as children came into mind, then turning them back into who they are all now. 

It’s crazy how fast time can change, but how the four of them never did. They continued to grow together, learn together, and still had each other's backs. 

Jake was truly lucky to have these guys, mostly now that he has you. Jake will never have so much trust in anyone else with his child as he will with the three men standing before him. 

Jake pulled his friends into a hug, “I really needed this today guys, thank you,” His friends pulled each other closer, their smiles never fading, “I truly do love you guys.” 

—

You lay in bed, scrolling through the latest TikTok trends and giggling softly to yourself, using your thumb to swipe to the next video, your other hand gently resting on your belly, fingers tapping lightly as if to tell your baby that you’re here and ready for them. 

You were nearing the due date, counting down the actual seconds until it was time to finally meet the little sprout of life that you and Jake created. To finally grow this small family into something bigger. You were excited, Jake was excited. Same with Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon even went out and bought a small hockey jersey of his favorite team for the baby to wear. Heeseung bought baby Legos, and Jay bought a small baby guitar to teach his nephew/niece the love of music so early on. 

Sometimes you think the other three are more excited about you giving birth than you and Jake were. 

But nevertheless, it made you more than happy to see the three of them excited for the baby. 

The only con to being pregnant and being at the due date is everyone has been more on edge. All four of the boys have started picking up more hours and longer shifts at work to pile in that extra money. Mostly because you can’t work and Jake will be taking a leave to help take care of you and the baby. So the other three decided to pick up those hours to help pick up the slack from Jake not working to help pay the bills. You were grateful and hated that you could pitch in, but you loved them all dearly for it. Jake also was working himself to death recently, wanting to get every last penny possible to put into savings for the hospital bills you’ll have and to get clothes and food that everyone else will need. 

You set your phone down at your side, staring up at the ceiling. Grateful and love aren’t big enough words to describe how happy you are to have those four men. 

As if on cue, the front door to the quiet apartment opened, an obvious sign that someone returned home. 

Today was one of the rare days you were left alone. Mostly because Shotaro also had to work and wasn’t able to call out or get a replacement. But you promised to stay in bed all day to help ease the boys' minds. 

You sat up in the bed, listening carefully on who could have come back home, then heard the sigh of your boyfriend and the sound of him dropping himself onto the couch. 

Your heart raced as you swung your legs over the bed and stood up, making your way to the bedroom and opening it slowly, peaking out to see Jake hunched over on the couch, face in his hands. 

You walked out of the room, the sound of your bare feet walking on the floor had Jake lifting his head, giving you a small smile, “Hey baby, you resting okay?” 

You nodded, taking note of the bags under his eyes. How tired he looked, how he seemed to barely keep his smile up. 

“Jake, are you okay?” you asked him, taking his hand into yours, and rubbing your thumb into his palm. 

Jake just nodded, leaning back onto the couch, “I’m just exhausted. They sent me home early because I almost fell asleep on a computer tower I was working on.” 

You bit your lip as you squeezed his hand. Jake has been working so hard for you. Barely getting enough sleep. If he wasn’t at work, he was at home helping to take care of you. You couldn’t help but feel guilty. 

Jake could see the worry in your eyes, quickly trying to blink away the sleep and sat back up, taking both of his hands to your belly and resting his forehead against the middle, “Don't look at me like that,” he whispered, “It’s all for you, for us. It’s going to be worth it once this little one is here.” 

You tangled your fingers into his hair, taking a deep breath in. Jake is almost as stubborn as Jay when it comes to putting his mind to something. You knew no matter how much you told him to rest or not worry about you, he was going to do everything anyway. 

Jake’s hand moved to your hips and softly squeezed, leaving a few kisses on your clothed belly, “Even when you’re fixing to burst open you’re still so sexy, YN.” 

A heat wave went through your body, and you started acting on instinct. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly pressing him back onto the couch. Jake looks up at you, seeing the lust that filled your eyes now. Seeing the want to take care of him. 

He had to admit, it got his cock hard so fast. 

Jake watched as you sank down to your knees, crossing your legs underneath you for better balance, hands now at the button of his jeans.

“Baby—“ 

You cut him off, “Let me take care of you,” you said it more as a warning than anything else, making him know damn well he better sit back and relax, “You’ve been taking such good care of me, let me repay it.” 

Jake didn’t even attempt to start arguing, not after you slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, his cock slapping against his abdomen from being set free. The tip already red and angry and leaking with precum. Jake bit his lips, any exhaustion he had was out the window as he watched you take his length in your hands, extending your tongue and licking him from his balls all the way up his shaft and to the tip. Flattening your tongue over the top and pressing the precum, mixing it with your saliva. 

Jake couldn’t hold his moans back, mostly not after you placed the tip between your lips, slowly sucking it as your tongue wrapped around it then releasing it with a pop. 

You fluttered your eyes up to him, seeing the way your boyfriends pupils were already so blown out. Loving how furrowed his brows were and how his mouth opened a gap. You smirked at him, keeping eye contact as you stretched your tongue out again and licked up his shaft. 

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, hands gripping the cushions of the couch, “Fuck fuck fuck, stop teasing me.” 

You hummed against his cock, placing soft kisses up the shaft and at the tip then finally taking him completely in your mouth. 

Jake flung his head back as he felt your mouth slide down him, the tip hitting the back off your throat and squeezing around him, a wet moan leaving his plump lips. 

You squeezed your thighs together, the moan Jake let out sent chills down your spine and to your heat. You had to be dripping out of your panties after that moan, because fuck it was hot. 

You bobbed your head up and down, taking every inch of him as your hands squeezed his thighs. Tongue working its magic as it wrapped around him, giving that extra pleasure. 

Jake set his head back up, looking down at you all pretty between his legs, sucking him off like the good girl you are, taking such good care of him. 

Jake was losing his mind, seeing the way you sucked his dick, with how you gripped onto his thighs. Wearing that pretty blue sleep dress to help keep the comfort while pregnant. It was so fucking hot to him. 

Here you were, knocked the fuck up and still down on your knees for him. Sucking him like your life depended on it. Jake could cum just from watching you. 

His cock twitched and he hissed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. 

“Baby,” he cooed, running a finger down your jaw and your eyes fluttered up to him, still not slowing down your movements, “I’m fixing—fuck—to cum,” he flung his head back, but then quickly set it back up, “I wanna cum in your pussy.” 

You released him from your mouth, using his thighs, with the help of his hands pulling you up. 

Jake carefully laid you down on your back against the couch, hands lifting up your blue dress until it was now on the floor, hands flicking back to your hips and removing your panties, leaving you completely bare to him. 

You reached for his shirt, hands gliding up his body, fingers tracing over his abs and chest as he helped you remove that last bit of clothing from him. 

Jake lined his cock to your entrance, hands resting on your knees, looking to you for the nod of approval then sliding himself in. 

You gasp as he bottoms out, then pulls himself halfway out, then slams back into you.

Jake bit his lips as he watched the way your body reacted to him deep inside you, watching as you moaned and whimpered under him. Even though you did all this to take care of him, Jake wasn’t going to let himself finish without you getting some taken care of too. 

So his fingers got to work on your clit as he pounded into you. Jake was already close and knew he was going to bust before you did, but he didn’t care. He continued to fuck into you until his seed spilled in you, his hips staggering as he did two last hard thrusts then held his hips in place, making sure every last drop of his cum stayed inside you. His fingers are working faster now. 

Your moaning got louder. The sensation of Jake pressed up against your cervix with his fingers on your clit was driving you mad. You couldn’t form any sentences, could barely even think of a sentence. 

“Oh? Fucked you dumb?” Jake cooed, licking his bottom lip, and slowly started moving his hips again, “All you know is my cock right now? Right baby?” 

You nodded, feeling your climax fast approaching. 

Jake thought he would be finished after cumming, but seeing how fucked out you were made his dick twitch and wanting more. He couldn’t help it, you looked too sexy laying there under him to not move his hips again. Regardless of how overstimulating he felt right now. It just added to the moment. 

“Fuck I love you so much,” he whispered, snapping his hips faster, his cum now leaking out of your hole and dripping down onto the couch, “Here you are fixing to give birth and still caring more about taking care of me and my needs? God, what did I do to deserve you?” 

The knot snapped and your orgasm washed over you. Jake pumped into you faster now, both hands being back on your knees, mixing your cum together. 

“Thank you,” Jake groaned, “Thank you for never giving up on me,” he ran his hands down to your thighs, gripping the plush tightly, “Even after everything we’ve been through, after the shit I put you through. You stayed by me, continued to love me—fuck—thank you, baby, for never giving up on me, on us. And I promise you,” Jake reached his second climax faster than expected, but he didn’t care, letting the white ropes shoot deep inside your cunt, hips pinning so hard against your thighs you’re sure bruises will be there in the morning, “I won’t give up on us, I’ll never give up on us, on you, or this family.” 

You exhaustedly smiled up at your boyfriend, looking at him with endearment as you reached both arms up to his shoulders and pulled him down to you. Jake hovered carefully, his hand gripping the back of the couch as his lips connected to yours. 

He rests his forehead against yours, smiling and chuckling as he struggles to catch his breath after cumming twice. 

How did he actually get so lucky to call you his?

—

You woke up in a pained sweat, your body sitting up quickly as your hands reached for your lower stomach. 

It was only five pm, and the apartment was quiet except for the sounds of Jake’s soft snores as he slept beside you, the other three being at work. 

“Jake,” you barely were able to mumble out, reaching a hand from your stomach to tap his bare back, “Jake.” 

Jake sniffled and hummed, not moving. 

You sat up more, feeling the wetness soaking the bed sheets. 

“Jake,” you cried out, shoving his shoulder the best you could, sending his head shooting up and looking at you, “Jake.” 

All it took was one look and Jake knew what was happening. 

“Shit!” he cursed, jumped from the bed, and ran to the closet, grabbing a pair of clothes for you and himself. 

Jake helped you dress as fast as he could before dressing himself and helping you to your feet and out of the apartment. 

You still weren’t due for another few days but Jake never has been so happy to already have his time off from work. 

Crazy how the small nap the two of you decided to take would end with your child deciding to gift the world its presence. Even though nerve-racking, Jake wouldn’t help the excitement. 

Jake was speeding down the street, fumbling with his phone to call Jay while telling you to keep breathing. 

Jay answered on the second ring. 

“What’s up, man? I am in the mid—“ 

“Her water broke,” Jake interrupted. 

“What?” Jake could hear the panic in your brother's voice. 

“YN’s water broke!” 

“Oh fuck,” there was fumbling around in the background and the sound of Jay’s shoes hitting the pavement to show he’s running, followed up by a “My sister’s water broke, I gotta go!” more running then a car door being shut, “Please get her to the hospital safe, I’ll be there shortly.” 

“Call Hee and Hoon and all our parents too,” Jake was barely able to say, the nerves settling in even more, “I need to focus on YN. Can you also go back to the apartment? I forgot the extra bag of things for her night stay.” 

Jay agreed, “Get me sister there safe,” and then the call ended. 

Jake tossed his phone onto his lap, reaching his hand over onto your stomach, rubbing it gently, “Just keep breathing baby, okay?” 

You nodded, feeling lightheaded and like you were about to pass out. 

Before you knew it, you lay on the hospital bed with nurses and doctors surrounding your lower half. Jake stood by your side squeezing your hand tightly and sending words of encouragement that you could barely hear over the sound of your ears ringing from pushing. 

This was the most painful thing you’ve ever felt, but you knew once your baby was out, it would always be worth it. 

Jake leaned his head against yours, placing kisses on your brow, and continued his words of encouragement, “That’s it, baby, you’re doing great. Keep pushing.” 

You gave one final push, and the pain was easing up. Jake’s head whipped to your lower half as the sound of crying now filled the room. 

You took some deep breaths and relaxed your body, but you noticed Jake’s hand was still squeezing yours. You tried to call him, but eyes never once left your baby as the doctors and nurses took them to a small table, bathing your child clean, their little cries getting louder. 

One of the nurses noticed Jake’s stare, her smile growing wide after the other nurses finished wrapping your baby in a blanket. 

“Want to come meet your daughter, dad?” the nurse said. 

Daughter. He had a daughter. 

Jake opens his mouth to speak, hands trembling. 

“Babe,” Jake hears you call to him, “Go meet our daughter.” 

He finally looks down at you, only seeing how big your smile is even after the exhaustion of pushing out a whole human being. 

So he nodded, finally letting go of your hand, and with shaky legs walked over to the table. 

Jake fell to his knees. One look was all it took. One look at his daughter and everything in life made sense. One look and his life finally had even more purpose than before. One look and that sweet baby girl became the center of his world. 

Oh, he was fucked. 

The nurses helped Jake back to his knees, teasing him about being a first-time dad, and encouraged him to hold his baby girl. 

Tears filled Jake’s eyes as he picked her up, her cries finally disappearing the moment she locked eyes with him as if she knew she was safe and sound in the arms of her father. 

The tears fell down his cheeks, smiling big as he let out a soft chuckle, turning to face you as he rocked her in his arms, “She has the Park nose.” 

You let out a small giggle because of course she does. You’ve never heard the end of how people knew you and Jay were related by similar noses. But you were glad she did have the Park nose. 

The longer Jake stared down at his little girl, the more he saw himself in her. Mostly her eyes, the same beautiful brown that he has. 

“We created this,” Jake cried, finally walking back to your side, “We created this beautiful piece of life.” 

You reached for your daughter, Jake slowly and carefully placing her in your arms. And oh the sobs that escaped your mouth. 

She was so beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. She was a spitting image of Jake, with small hints of you. 

Jake pulled a chair up to the bed, sitting as close to you as he could, wrapping his arm over your arms that held your daughter, his thumb grazing the back of your hand. 

Her small eyes looked back at him and gave a small yawn. His heart nearly stopped, mouthing opening and voice speaking before he realized. 

“Hwa Young,” he softly said. 

You didn’t take your eyes off your daughter to know what Jake meant, “Beautiful Little Flower,” you whispered. 

“Beautiful Little Flower,” Jake repeated, his smile growing again. 

“Hwa Young Sim,” you smiled, finally turning to face your boyfriend, “Babe, it’s the perfect name.” 

Jake quickly leaned over to kiss you, not being able to get enough of your lips on his at this moment. Hwa was finally here in both your arms, your little family finally completely together. 

Hwa’s soft yawn had you two pulling away from each other, eyes filling with endearment at how her nose scrunches when she yawns. 

You gently traced your fingers over her face, wanting to outline this moment in memory. 

Jake watched as you did it, eyes going back and forth between you and Hwa. Knowing this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. 

“YN?” 

You looked up at your boyfriend, giving him a smile, “Hmm?” 

“Let’s get married.” 

You stare at him, tears filling his eyes once again as he leaned back in to kiss you more then slowly fell back into his seat. 

“Let’s get married,” Jake repeated again, “Marry me.” 

You cried again, nodding and chanting out strings of “Yes yes yes.” 

This might have been Jake’s happiest moment of his life and knew this happiness was never going to fade. He has you. He has Hwa. He has Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, his older brother, and his parents. There’s nothing else Jake needed. He has it all now. 

You started to ask where your brother was when the door to the hospital room flew open and everyone’s eyes went to the door. 

Jay stood in the doorway, your duffle bag in hand. 

“I came as quickly as I could, Heeseung and Sunghoon are…on the way.” 

You smiled up at your brother as his eyes were locked into Hwa in your arms. 

“Jongseong, my big brother, want to come meet your niece?”  

Jay almost lost his balance, dropping the duffle bag to the floor and gripping to the wall. Jake couldn’t help but laugh. 

“My niece?” Jay’s heart was pounding. He has a niece. He’s an uncle. Oh my god, he has a niece. 

“We’re both fucked, brother,” Jake teased, “We are done for.” 

Jay slowly walked over to your bedside, watching as you slowly lifted his niece up and into his arms. Jake was right, they both were fucked. Because the moment Jay fully held her in his arms and looked into those eyes, he was done for. Jay became putty in this little girl's hands. She has him wrapped around her finger and his entire world. The protection Jay felt for her was on the same level he had for you, and you could see it in his eyes as he held Hwa. That big brother protection spell overflowing onto her. It made you smile, knowing she would be so loved and protected like you are. 

Jay fought to hold back his tears as he rocked her in his arms, “My sweet niece…” 

“Hwa Young Sim,” Jake said with a big smile, “Beautiful Little Flower.” 

Jay chuckled, “It fits her so well…Little Hwa. Oh my god, she has the Park nose.” 

Everyone in the room laughed as Jay continued to coo over Hwa. Kissing her forehead softly and whispering how he’ll be the best uncle for her, to protect her with everything. It made tears swell back into your eyes. 

Jay chuckled again, “She is a spitting image of you, Jake. An exact copy and paste, it’s crazy.” 

Heeseung, Sunghoon, and even Shotaro rounded the corner of the door frame, the three of them immediately crumbling the moment they laid eyes on Hwa. 

Baby girl has only been born for twenty minutes and she already has everyone in the room wrapped around her fingers and falling to their knees. 

“We’re uncles!!” Sunghoon cheered, taking Hwa from Jay. 

Jake and you watched as your parents pulled in one by one, everyone taking turns holding your daughter and showing her all the love she deserves. 

Jake rests his forehead against yours, tangling his fingers around yours, “Baby?” he hummed, “Let’s have another one, ya?” 

‧₊˚✧THE END✧˚₊‧

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Hello,

If you're still taking orders, would it be alright if I ordered profiteroles with a side of champagne with max verstappen please.

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want to order something? find the menu above to see all of our delicious treats! remember to specify who you want to bring you your order! as for this one, i am biting my first. i am biting my fist a sugar daddy max verstappen who is painfully desperate. big ol' simp.

profiteroles: ("come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go.") + champagne (sugar daddy au) served by max verstappen (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, sugar daddy au, needy!max, missionary,

the money was nice. you saw how that watch of his gleamed in the sunlight when you two were on his boat. it was nice to see your debt trickle away until it hit zero. it was all nice, the kind of money you'd sell your morals for. you'd even take it out of his hand with your mouth like a dog if it meant keeping every last scent.

the one thing you didn't except, was a needy sugar daddy.

you were in max's penthouse, cooking breakfast while the driver kept around you like a shadow.

"scrambled or fried there, mon ombre." you said as you looked to him. you smiled softly, "i can't guarantee that they'll come out fried."

he pulled away from the wall of the kitchen and settled his hands on your hips. his nose in your hair behind your ear, "i know you can do well. i know you're a good girl."

you chuckled, "right right." you leaned over and cracked two eggs in the pan and had max following you closely as you put the shells in the garbage. then followed you back to the stove, his arms remained a fixture around your waist.

max liked to be around you. he once said it was like flowers in the sun. he curled around you as you cooked. the agreement was that you were his live-in girlfriend while he was in monaco, when he went away for races you could either stay at his penthouse or go back to your apartment (which also paid for).

while he was away, he made sure that you still got your "allowance", it basically was on auto-pay. you thought it was a big of an ego stroke that he paid you right before a race. as he was about to get into that car and drive his heart out.

but when you got the notification, you smiled a little bit. as if you weren't watching the race on a (illegal) live stream.

you didn't think much about competitive driving when you started. you knew of formula one, but nothing of this new generation of drivers and drama. you had seen a few faces plastered on adverts, but couldn't really place a name to them. so when you met max through a "friend", you had a whole world to learn about.

his eggs came out scrambled, but he happily ate them with a slice of toast. it was the only way he'd part from you. he gazed at you from across the table, his foot rubbed against your ankle.

his desire for closeness was sated. he washed the dishes for the both of you, leaving them in the dish rack to dry before he was on you once more.

max paid handsomely for you. you just wanted enough to survive, but he always pushed your pay more. he never told you how much he made in a year, but a quick google search answered your question.

after breakfast, he got you into the bedroom. his hands around your middle once more. his lips on the back of your neck, when you got close enough to the bed, he pulled the bottom of your shirt up your back and over your head.

you turned to him and gazed at him as he pulled you in for a searing kiss. he tasted like ketchup and butter as he got your bra off of you. you felt a thump in your chest when he got his shirt off. his toned body always looked so nice

"you have tanlines." you remarked as you ran a finger down his arm, seeing how it went from darker to lighter, "maybe red bull should put you in a tank tops to even it out." you chuckled.

he raised his eyebrows, "maybe you should wear one, red bull across those pretty tits." he cupped them and rubbed your nipples with his thumbs.

you held onto his biceps and remarked, "maybe your little logo, i think it would nicer." then winked at him. you were moved to the bed and max quickly got the rest of your clothes off and onto the floor.

it was followed by his basketball shorts and briefs. he got into bed with you and pressed you under his body. he kissed at your face with such devotion. he loved the feeling of you under him.

"you're so good for me." he said, "you always listen. so pretty for me. always making sure that i'm taken care of. do i do the same for you?"

you cupped his face and chuckled, "max. of course you do." when got put on your back and your legs around him. you eyed the sight of his erect cock, it made your stomach flip.

"more than just money?" he asked.

you replied, "max, of course." you reached up and touched his face, "i'm surprised that we aren't already dating."

his heart flipped and his cock twitched. he said, "well." then swallowed, "you know how busy i am with racing." his hands trailed down your soft sides, "it wouldn't be fair to you. honestly."

you chuckled, "don't worry, max. i know. don't worry. you're already enough." then leaned up to kiss him before he settled one hand on your hip and the other on his cock.

"too good for me." he said under a low breath before he rubbed his cock up against your sweet pussy. he slowly sank in and then placed both hands on your hips. he grit his teeth as he pushed into you.

you wrapped your legs around him and felt his cock nudge against the deepest parts of you. he curved over you to kiss you on the lips as he thrust further into you. you held onto his shoulders and let him try to get as deep as he could inside of you.

"max."

"yes?"

"why do you spoil me?" you asked as he moved against you. you clung to his shoulders tightly, nails dug into his broad shoulders. you felt the sweat down your neck.

"because when i look at you." he said between heavy breaths, "everything feels alright. even if i lose, to know that i get to come back to you. to be spoiled as i spoil you." he leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

you clawed down his back as you felt your core throb. you whined between heavy thrusts. you felt so protected by him. he kissed down your neck as he continued to thrust.

"don't make me blush, max." you said softly.

"why? you look so good when you do. especially when you try to hide from me, treasure." he chuckled as he kissed you on the lips once more.

he continued to thrust up against you. you held onto him tightly, your nails left angry tracks across his backside. his pace became more brutal the more that he thrusted into you. you could feel him deep inside of you, it felt so good.

it made your gut pool into a heap of warmth as he continued to move against you. you whimpered and whined, you felt your heartbeat deep in your chest.

you kissed his cheek some more and down his jaw, you felt the sweat pin prick your back as you clung to him. you even gave his jaw a small kitten lick which made him groan.

"such a pretty girl. perfect for me." he said, "i can't believe that you let me into your life."

you chuckled, feeling more heat in your cheeks, "what life, i was in university for a dumb degree with no job prospects."

he said, "no, it wasn't stupid."

you chuckled and clung to him, "see, you spoil me." then panted heavily against your sugar daddy.

"come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go." he panted between heavy thrusts. he wanted to be close to you all the time, he wanted to feel you close to him. he wanted to say something else, but didn't want to ruin the moment.

he could only give you a time away, somewhere, anywhere, you'd be with him.

he wanted to bask in your rays for days on end. he wanted some peace with his beautiful girl.

you moaned, "of course. please! ah, i need to cum." you dug your nails further into his shoulders as he thrusted up into you.

"good, good." he panted, "so good for me, letting me have all your attention." he held onto you tighter as he pushed his cock as deep as he could possibly go. he wanted to enjoy every inch of you, inside and out.

you tightened your hold on him and panted heavily. a few more heavy thrusts and he finished inside of you. he grit his teeth and felt the heat down his back. you came soon after as he continued to fuck you, the two of you holding on to one another.

he slowed down and held you for a moment. those strong arms around you, he felt like a sense of safety. you laid there, heavily panting. he pressed kisses to your face.

"i'm a lucky man." hie said, his voice low but gentle. he kissed the top of your head before he got off of you and laid next to you under the thin white sheet.

you felt like home to max. but cat got his tongue whenever he tried to ask you out on a proper date. to be more than just someone to pay to be a pretend girlfriend.

he wanted you in ways that made his heart thump in his chest. you kept him alive, you eternal sun.

-

the next morning you laid next to him in bed. his strong arm over your middle as he kissed at your jaw. in a few days he'd be in some other country, doing some other race.

so he'd have to be clingy from a distance. and that was the hardest part. he shift next to you and sighed contently. he said to you, "my offer still stands. when i come home, let's go away somewhere."

you looked at him, "i'd love to. anywhere with you, max. you take me wherever and i'll go."

he kissed your cheek and said, "good, i'll give you the whole world."

[defmaybe]

Sprint

PURPLE KISS’ Na Goeun x Male Reader

2.6k words

A/N: Very messy lmfao, thanks for reading as always! Part of @mintwithchoco's prompt exercise!

—

“You’re arriving at the halfway point of our cycle. I’m still perplexed why they don’t let you come in after this sprint ends!” Goeun says, clearly annoyed by the fact that you were accepted into the department in the middle of this mess. Still, you have to be a professional and accept this hardship, no matter how difficult it will be.

“Don’t worry, Miss Na. I can work with that,” you answer, trying to sound firm as you walk along with her through the floor, passing countless tables and your soon-to-be co-workers. The scent of lavender wafts into your nose. It’s different from what you’ve expected the office to smell, especially a tech-related office. Sounds of clicking keyboards ring through the floor. These people are clearly working hard, and you have a lot to catch up to them.

Goeun chuckles, clearly amused by your enthusiasm. “Well, if you need anything, just tell me or the other guys, alright? We won’t bite.”

“Yes, Miss Na.”

You two advance through the floor until you arrive at an unoccupied table. The table is empty, like empty-empty. There’s nothing on it, only a plug socket on the right of the partition.

“Here’s your desk!” Goeun says, palming her hands towards the table with a small smile. “Again, if there’s any problem, just ask us!”

“Sure, Miss Na.”

“Just call me Goeun. No need for formalities, really.”

—

Two weeks go by quickly. You find yourself caught in the web of the ever-growing project your team is working on. The sprint is harsh on you, punishing in its sheer complexity and size, but you fight through it. You double your efforts on the works, so determined to earn acceptance from your co-workers. You stay for the overtime (the money’s great). You polish your work. You try to be nothing short of resolute.

And it works.

Your first sprint is a success, and your contribution finds its place in the project. The stakeholders give you a few praises during the meeting, and ecstasy couldn’t even begin to describe the emotion you feel after that.

You aced it.

—

“Well, it seems that your first sprint went well. Congratulations!” Goeun cheers, raising her bubble tea for a toast, to which you shyly reciprocate along with your other co-workers.

“You did great! Especially considering you came in during the middle of it,” Jiwoong adds, giving you a thumbs up.

“I couldn’t do half as good as you did when I joined here. Good job!” says Sumin.

“I’m here because of you guys, so–thank you!” you say, smiling. They sure have helped you a lot. You were afraid at some point that they’d be annoyed with how frequently you’ve asked them for help, but it’s apparent that these guys are genuinely kind. You’re falling in love with this company, well, at least the department.

“To the new guy!” and Goeun leads another toast.

—

The rest of the day goes by quickly as you get absorbed into the whirlwind of work. More Python, more Pandas, and without knowing, it’s starting to get dark outside.

“Hey.” Goeun greets, peeking out from the partition with a small smile. “We’re not paying more after six, remember?”

You look at the clock, suddenly reminded of how much time has passed since your last bathroom break at three. “Oh, fuck, shit,” you mumble, quickly scrambling through the tabs you’ve opened through the day on your overworked laptop. “Let me–uh–”

“I’ll wait in front of the building.”

“Sure.”

—

The chilly night air blows through your body. White puffs of air leave your lungs as you walk along the street with Goeun. Your hands occasionally rub against each other in an attempt to retain some heat. A car passes by.

“So–why did you decide to become a programmer?” Goeun asks. The sounds of dry leaves crunching under your feet can be heard. Another car passes by.

“Oh, my mom, she works in tech, and I kinda didn’t know what to do when I had to go to college, so–yeah.” You let out a huff, looking downwards as you take strides after strides along the asphalt road. Another car passes by. “How about you? Why did you become a programmer?”

“I was also like you—don’t know what to do, and I did well in Python, so I kinda just–roll with that.”

Another car passes by.

She muses, looking up at the stars, “You know, I did wanna be a singer once when I was young.”

An image of Goeun, lost in the symphony, pops up in your head. You find it cute. 

You chuckle softly, out of endearment more than anything. 

“But I was afraid that I’d fail, so I kinda just, well, stick to programming instead, more reliable.”

“You seem like you’d make a brilliant singer, though.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Just a hunch.”

You continue walking along the street. You take a glance at her to find her eyes, and you feel something. It’s short-lived, but it’s definitely something. You don’t consider it much more than just an eye contact, though.

“What?” Goeun asks. You aren’t going to deny that she looks good tonight. The pairing of a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt fit her like a glove. She looks much better than your average programmer.

“Nothing,” you reply, before breaking eye contact and continuing to walk into the nocturne.

After a short while, you reach her apartment, very likely one of the rooms inside this 40-floor tower (unless she’s otherworldly rich). You’ve walked past it quite a fair few times. It’s not so far from your apartment, after all.

“See you on Monday, I guess?” you say, smiling. It’s almost your bedtime now.

“Wanna have something from my room before you go? I have a few beers,” Goeun invites you, her thumb pointing towards the building.

Your eyebrows arch slightly, hands shifting inside your pockets. You’re uncertain.

“I mean, a bottle can make you go a bit drowsy and stuff,” she continues, cocking her head towards the tower. “Should help you sleep better.”

—

“Nice room,” you say as you take a look around her place.

Goeun’s room is neat, spine-chillingly neat. It’s a small studio room meant for single-living. Everything is kept in its place. No stray strands of hair on the floor, no clothes lying around. She’s good at this.

“Can’t live in a dirty room, you know?”

“I get it.”

You settle yourself on her couch nervously. It’s your first time at her place, after all, gotta be a good visitor.

“Kirin or Hoegaarden?”

“Kirin, please.”

Goeun picks up a Kirin from her fridge before walking towards you. Her legs look longer than usual from this angle.

“To our next sprint,” she says, handing you the beer can, smiling. You take it.

Cold.

“Thanks.” You open the beer can with a loud pop. A fizzling sound can be heard. You take a swig of beer. The familiar bitterness and a hint of malt runs down your throat, and you’re sure your face contorts a little as you put the can down.

Tastes good as always. Well, for a beer.

Goeun takes a seat beside you. She reaches forward to pick up the tv remote on the table, before turning it on.

“What do you wanna watch?”

—

You forget what time it is, but after Crazy, Stupid, Love ends, the last Merseyside Derby at Goodison Park starts, and you two are glued to the screen.

“I’m going to miss this stadium a lot, been there once, and it was fucking awesome,” Goeun says, taking a sip of beer. There’s a pool of aluminium cans sitting on the table in front of you now. You’re feeling a little woozy as you open your fourth beer tonight.

“Lucky.”

The word brings out a chuckle out of Goeun. You can see from the corner of your eyes that she moves in closer towards you, but that’s the least of your concern right now.

She takes a glance at you. You can see in the corner of your eyes, and this time, you give her a reply, shooting a look back at her. She laughs softly. The soft glow of the television casts onto her face. It’s mostly dark blue from Everton’s kit. You can feel the effect of the alcohol dawning on you—dizzy, disoriented—and you realize that she looks good under any light. You look into her gorgeous eyes, and there’s something in them.

Want.

Need.

Lust.

You kiss her.

You get a taste of her lipstick flavor—intense, fruity. Your body shudders as she has her hand wander around your body, feeling every curve and contour of your body—touching, sliding down your frame with haste—and she stops right on your belt.

“Can I?”

“Sure.”

Your hands aren’t doing any better in straying away from this filth, pulling her towards you by her ass. She gasps into your mouth. It’s affecting her, and you go a little further, giving her butt a light squeeze. “God,” she gasps again. Her lips softly quiver against yours. Her tongue trembles. She’s nervous.

The tug on your belt pulls you closer into her tremored body. “Shit.” Her hands begin to undo the leather belt around your pants. It makes a slight scuffle with her, but it comes off, eventually.

“Lie down,” you say. Goeun’s flushing, all red, all anxious. She grabs onto the back of your head with her hand, pulling you down with her as she falls onto the couch, and you’re on top of her.

You draw your hands forward to her jeans' button, undoing it with haste. It makes a slight scuffle with you, but it comes off, eventually. You’re so, so close to her heat right now, and you couldn’t have asked for more for tonight.

“Fuck,” Goeun utters, writhing under you as your hand run along the hem of her panties. Her hips buck up to you—so wanton, so full of need. “Stop with the teasing already.”

You chuckle before pulling her garments down in a single swoop. Her glistening pussy is sitting just right there—below you, waiting to be filled with your throbbing cock inside your boxers. “Already wet?”

“I’m horny, that’s normal,” Goeun says, giggling. “You’re hard too, you know?”

“Thanks.”

With no more words, Goeun pulls your boxer down your legs. Your cock springs free from its fabric cage. You lower yourself closer to her wanton cunt, making a slight touch as you run your cockhead along her wet slit.

“Fuck,” she says, breathy. “What did I say about teasing, huh?”

You chortle before you push yourself into her pussy. Her breath comes out in a stuttering rhythm. Her eyes roll up in pleasure. She’s loving this.

“Fuck, goddamn,” Goeun rasps as you push yourself into her wet cunt. Her fingers dig into the back of your head, forcefully pulling you into a sloppy, drunken kiss.

Your hands slide under her white t-shirt for her chest as you thrust into her pussy while kissing her vigorously. You give her bra-clad tits a squeeze, eliciting a soft moan out of her lips.

“Fuck, this feels good,” Goeun huffs between the kisses, hand moving with your hips to push you into her warmth. Your bodies move in sync as if it’s a habit between the two of you. She feels so good. Her pussy feels so good.

The sound of kissing rings inside your ear as you try to take in how her body feels. You drag your lips down her jaw. She smells like spring. Her skin is so smooth, so soft. The notes she makes are chaotic, but you find it angelic. Her body writhes and spasms under you as you fuck her brains out. God, she’s perfect.

You double your efforts, pushing in deeper and faster with each stroke. She cries. She whimpers. She moans. Her body responds to you so well, pussy gripping your cock like a goddamn vice.

“Ugh–fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Goeun rasps, her face flushing with red as your hand wanders under her white tee, giving her firm breasts squeezes after squeezes. “You cock, god!”

You reply to Goeun with harsher thrusts; her notes grow higher and higher as you hit the sensitive spot deep inside her cunt. She’s lighting your synapses aflame, making you see stars around her gorgeous face. Your moans and hers are filling up the bluish room.

Goeun’s breathing grows shorter and shorter. Her moans climb higher and higher as she’s at the brink of her orgasm. “Shit, shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Goeun rasps, and you thrust into her with even more intensity. Your cock vigorously pumps into her wet cunt, so determined to bring her to her peak.

And she breaks. 

Her body spasms under you as the wave crashes into her. Goeun mewls, moans, cries under the sheer force of her orgasm. Her hips buck. Her eyes roll up. And suddenly, she grabs you by the collar again, pulling you into a deep kiss as you keep ravaging her spent cunt. The sound of flesh smacking echoes through the room, along with her filthy cries.

She slowly comes down from her orgasm as you keep fucking her through her peak. Goeun’s chest heaves up and down as she tries to recollect herself back up again.

Pulling back, she utters, “Fuck.”

“I know.”

And you are, again, dragged back by the collar to kiss her pouty lips.

“Cum in me,” Goeun says into the kiss, breathy, tired. “I want to feel that cock twitching inside my pussy. I want to feel your cum hitting my womb.”

The ever-so-used-to feeling is boiling inside your loins as your cock finds its rhythm in and out of Goeun’s cunt. Your hand is still playing with her bra-clad tits. Your fingers slide under the garment for her stiff nipple. She moans, struggling to keep up with the pleasure coursing through her body. It’s getting difficult for her to kiss you now.

“Gonna cum,” you whine, your tongue interlocking with hers messily. Her hand grabs onto the back of your head harsher, pulling you deeper into the kiss. The sound of it is obscene, but you’re too happy to care right now. The burning feeling is so strong right now. You need a release. You need a release.

“Do it, baby. Cum in my pussy.”

And you break.

Your cock shoots ropes and ropes of cum into Goeun’s wanting cunt. Your entire body shakes and spasms above her. You moan, whine, whimper, and cry into the kiss. Her pussy wraps your cock so fucking well, and you just fail to find any word to describe the feeling you’re feeling right now.

Fuck.

You connect your lips with her messily again. Your fingers latch onto her face as your tongues are busy exploring each other’s mouth. She finds a good grip on your ass and pulls your hips closer to hers, pushing your softening cock deeper into her cunt.

You pull back. Her bangs are a mess.

“We can’t tell anybody about this,” Goeun huffs, her chest still heaving from the sheer force of her orgasm. Her whole body flushes with red, but most importantly, she’s beaming, so full of joy.

“Sure, sure, Miss Na.”

Goeun chuckles, getting up from the couch as you get off her flushed body. “We should get cleaned up.”

“Round two in the shower?”

She shoots you a smile, before saying, “Definitely, maybe.”

—

[81pastrys]

I was wondering if you could do driver of your choice x reader who has adhd so they are constantly forgetting stuff zoning out in the middle of conversation and they talk a mile a minute always switching topic thank you

A Mile a Minute

Summary— Carlos notices unusual habits, but his girlfriend doesn’t see anything wrong

Warnings— adhd mentioned ; leaving food unattended ; gazing off

A/N— currently watching Suzuka FP3 🙂‍↕️

Carlos One Shots

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

Carlos being home was stressful when it shouldn’t be for his girlfriend. She followed her usual routine, getting groceries, doing work, watching shows in her free time. She forgot Carlos was home one day and did all these things before he stopped her in the kitchen during dinner.

“Is that for both of us mi amor?” He asked, staring at the small proportion of food she was making. Her head ran around at the thought. She looked at him guilty and took the food off the stove, walking to the pantry and refrigerator without a word. “Mi amor talk to me what’s going on?”

She sighed and began working on a different dinner, forgetting the other one completely as she scrambled. “I’m sorry, I was in a rhythm and forgot you were home.” She started. “I can make us pasta, it’s the only thing I have, I went to the store but only grabbed ingredients for one serving meals and-“

Carlos stopped her by kissing her lips and pulled back. “Let’s breathe, it’s okay.” He reassured her in that soft, sweet voice he had. “We can order take out if we need, I don’t want to mess up your routine.”

She pouted slightly at him, continuing to cook them dinner now and not just herself. Carlos sat at the bar watching as she cooked. She paused mid-cooking and walked off. He looked to her confused and when she didn’t return for a while he finished the cooking for her.

“Mi amor, you can’t leave food like that unattended.” He reminded her when she returned. Her face looked glossy and her eyes were focused on Carlos plating the food. To be fair she had the food on low heat.

“I put it on low heat so I could do my skincare, it would’ve been fine.” She said. “I remembered I had to, that’s why I left it.” She explained. Carlos chuckled at her. She began setting the table and halfway through just stared at it. A few mumbled words tumbling out, incoherently.

“Mi amor, you’re spacing again, let’s eat.” Carlos snapped her out of the gaze and set the food down. “Should I be worried?” He asked. He never thought that her ADHD would be so prominent in her everyday life but he just witnessed it.

“No, no, Carlos.” She said. “I’m always like this, I knew if I forgot to do my skincare, I would’ve never done it, so to avoid me forgetting I put the food on low heat to go do it and just now I was thinking about what groceries I should get so we can eat together like this while you’re home, but I had to think about how long you’ll be home and what foods I can make and-“

“Mi amor.” He said low. She stopped talking and looked at him. She sulked her shoulders and he rubbed her arm. “I don’t need an explanation, I just want to make sure that you’re okay.” She is okay and she knows it, but usually she was zoning out during races and such, not leaving food on the stove and doing her skincare.

They hadn’t spent enough time together in the same house for more than a week, so it’s understandable he hasn’t witnessed her live her life normally. They finish dinner and clean up, her mind still running circles until she’s wrapped in Carlos’s arms and sleep claims her.

More are coming!

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @kallanfiona @itznotsophia

[ijustmissyouraccenths]

White Lie

Where Y/N tells Harry a lie and she gets in trouble. Word Count: 5,990

Content Warning: Mentions of alcohol, spanking, smut, dominance.

Based off Toxic Valentine by All Time Low

Harry adjusts the horns on his head, smirking at his reflection in the mirror. “Who knew finding a decent devil costume in March would be this impossible?” he mutters, running a ringed hand through his curls.

Y/N, slipping the halo onto her head, grins. “At least you didn’t have to order yours from a questionable website. The shipping took forever, and I’m pretty sure this halo is made of pipe cleaners.”

Harry turns to her, dragging his gaze over the soft white fabric hugging her body. “Looks like it was worth the wait, though,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “You look like a dream.”

She rolls her eyes but can’t help the warmth creeping up her neck. “And you look like trouble.”

Harry smirks, adjusting the pitchfork in his grip. “Then I guess I’m playing my part well.”

Harry scoffs, leaning against the bathroom counter as he watches her. “Only Zack would throw a costume party just because he’s bored of normal birthdays.”

Y/N adjusts her halo, turning slightly to check her reflection. “Yeah, and only we would spend a whole week scrambling to find costumes in the middle of March.”

Harry steps up behind her, his hands lazily resting on her hips as he meets her eyes in the mirror. “You complaining, angel?” His voice is smooth, teasing.

She tilts her head, feigning thought. “Not complaining, just making sure you remember how much effort I put into this.”

His smirk deepens. “Oh, trust me, I noticed.” His fingers squeeze her waist, his voice dropping an octave. “And I plan on showing my appreciation later.”

She rolls her eyes, but the warmth in her stomach betrays her. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me,” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss just beneath her ear.

Y/N adjusts her wings, making sure they sit just right before slipping on her heels. Harry watches her with a smirk, twirling the car keys around his finger. “Ready, angel?” he drawls.

She nods, and they head out. The night air is cool as they slide into his black Range Rover, the soft leather seats cool against her thighs. Harry starts the engine with a low rumble, his rings glinting as he grips the wheel. One hand stays steady on the leather, the other resting lazily on the gear shift. His devil horns sit slightly askew, curls falling over his forehead, and the glow of the dashboard casts sharp shadows on his jawline.

The road is quiet, streetlights flickering past in warm pools of yellow. Music hums softly through the speakers, something slow and sultry, the bass thrumming beneath their conversation. Harry’s fingers tap against the wheel in time with the beat, his thumb occasionally dragging across his bottom lip as he concentrates on the road.

Every now and then, he glances at Y/N, eyes flicking over her bare thighs, the curve of her dress. A smirk tugs at his lips when he catches her staring. “See something you like?” he teases, voice rich with amusement.

She rolls her eyes, shifting in her seat. “Just wondering if you’re even paying attention to the road.”

Harry chuckles, deep and low. “Trust me, angel, I can multitask.”

Harry smirks, letting his palm drift from the gear shift to Y/N’s thigh, his rings cool against her warm skin. His fingers splay out lazily, tracing slow, absentminded circles as he focuses on the road.

Y/N swallows, shifting slightly, but the heat blooming under his touch is undeniable. The warmth spreads up her spine, pooling low in her stomach. The soft fabric of her dress does little to shield her from the way his fingertips skim closer to the inside of her thigh, just enough to tease.

Harry notices—of course he does. His smirk deepens, his thumb pressing in just slightly. “You’re warm,” he muses, voice smooth, teasing. His eyes flick toward her for a split second, dark and knowing. “Something on your mind?”

She exhales slowly, willing herself to keep her composure. “Just wondering if you actually plan on keeping your hands on the wheel.”

Harry chuckles, low and deep. “I like having one hand free.” His fingers tighten ever so slightly, a deliberate squeeze before he pulls away, dragging his palm back to the gear shift.

The absence of his touch leaves her skin tingling, the air between them charged. The rest of the drive is quiet, but the tension lingers—thick, heavy, and promising.

Harry pulls the Range Rover into Zack’s driveway, the low hum of the engine cutting out as he kills the ignition. The house is lit up, warm yellow light spilling from the windows, and a steady pulse of music thrums from inside—not deafening, but enough to feel in their bones.

The front door is slightly ajar, laughter and conversation drifting out into the cool night air. A few people linger on the porch, drinks in hand, their costumes ranging from effortless to completely ridiculous. One guy, dressed as a cowboy, tips his hat at Y/N as she walks past, making Harry’s grip on her waist tighten slightly as they step inside.

The living room is spacious, decorated just enough to match the theme without feeling like a Halloween party. Streamers hang lazily from the ceiling, and a few dimly lit lamps cast a soft glow over the crowd. The scent of alcohol and something sweet lingers in the air, mixing with the faint traces of cologne and perfume.

Zack, dressed as some over-the-top magician, spots them instantly from across the room and grins, making his way over. “Finally! Thought you two weren’t gonna show,” he teases, clapping Harry on the back before pulling Y/N into a quick hug.

Harry smirks, slipping an arm around Y/N’s waist. “Wouldn’t miss it, mate. But if I’d known I’d be seeing that—” he gestures to Zack’s dramatic velvet cape— “I might’ve reconsidered.”

Zack scoffs, adjusting his ridiculous top hat. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Styles.”

Zack rolls his eyes at Harry before turning to Y/N. “Anyway, drinks are in the kitchen, music requests go through me—” he smirks, wagging a finger, “—and try not to get into any fights with anyone’s questionable costume choices.”

Y/N laughs, already spotting a questionable superhero outfit across the room. “No promises.”

Zack disappears back into the crowd, and Harry’s hand slides down to rest against the small of her back. “Drink?” he asks, voice close to her ear over the music.

She nods, letting him guide her through the room. The bass of the music is steady but not overpowering, the kind that hums low in her chest. People acknowledge them with nods, a few playful whistles thrown Harry’s way at his devil costume. He only smirks, unfazed, as they make it to the kitchen.

The counter is lined with bottles, mixers, and red solo cups, evidence of drinks already being made. Harry grabs a bottle of tequila, quirking a brow at her. “Want me to make you something, angel?” he teases, pouring himself a drink.

She hums, pretending to think. “Make it strong.”

His smirk deepens. “Didn’t take you for a sinner.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s heat behind her stare. “I’m full of surprises.”

Harry chuckles, pouring her a drink with ease, his fingers brushing hers as he hands it over. “That,” he murmurs, eyes flicking over her, “I don’t doubt.”

They lean against the counter, sipping their drinks as the party flows around them. Every now and then, someone stops to chat, but Harry’s presence remains close—his fingers grazing her hip, his voice smooth in her ear when he leans in to make a comment. There’s a tension between them, lingering just beneath the surface, a push and pull that neither of them fully acknowledge.

Y/N laughs, shaking her head as she takes in the scene—people scattered in small groups, some dancing, others leaning against the kitchen island, sipping drinks and chatting. It’s lively, but not overwhelming. The kind of night that could go in any direction.

Harry squeezes her waist before stepping back. “Be right back, angel,” he murmurs, brushing a quick kiss against her temple before disappearing into the crowd.

Y/N leans against the counter, sipping her drink, letting the low hum of conversation and music settle around her. The party is comfortable, just lively enough without feeling overwhelming. She scans the room idly, watching people dance, laugh, and lean into each other with tipsy grins.

Then, out of nowhere—

“Did it hurt?”

She turns, eyebrows lifting as she finds herself face-to-face with someone she doesn’t recognize. A guy, tall, confident smirk in place, dressed as some kind of Roman gladiator.

She blinks, confused. “Sorry?”

He leans against the counter beside her, grin widening. “When you fell from heaven.”

Oh.

She huffs a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “That’s a terrible line.”

He shrugs, undeterred. “Had to try. You kind of stand out.” His eyes drag over her costume, slow and deliberate. “What’s your name?”

She gives him a polite smile. “I’m here with someone.”

“I didn’t ask that,” he replies smoothly, tilting his head. “Just your name.”

Before she can respond, a familiar presence slips back into place beside her.

Harry.

His hand brushes hers as he sets a cup down in front of her, his gaze flicking over the guy in an instant. “Was he flirting with you?” His voice is calm, casual, but there’s something sharp lurking beneath it.

Y/N doesn’t hesitate. “No.”

Harry’s eyes snap to hers, the shift almost imperceptible—but she feels it. Knows he caught the lie the second it left her lips.

She takes the drink, lifting it to her lips, hoping he’ll let it go.

He does. For now.

But the way his fingers flex against his cup, the way his jaw ticks just slightly, tells her everything she needs to know.

Harry doesn’t say anything else. He just takes a slow sip of his drink, his eyes lingering on her a moment longer than necessary. Y/N shifts under his gaze, knowing he’s already filed away her lie, tucked it somewhere deep where he’ll let it simmer.

The guy, oblivious to the silent exchange, glances between them before clearing his throat. “Right. Well—nice meeting you,” he mutters, before slipping back into the crowd.

Harry watches him go, jaw still tight, but he doesn’t make a move. Doesn’t react. Instead, he turns his attention back to Y/N, his fingers idly tapping against his glass.

She exhales, keeping her tone light. “See? No big deal.”

Harry hums, a sound that’s neither agreement nor disagreement. “Mm.” He tilts his head, eyes dropping to her lips before flicking back up. “Drink your drink, angel.”

She narrows her eyes slightly, sensing the shift in him—the way his voice has dropped lower, the edge of something unreadable in his expression. “I am,” she mutters, taking another sip.

Harry just watches, his smirk subtle, like he’s waiting for something.

The party around them continues, people laughing, music thrumming, but the energy between them has changed. He’s quiet, controlled, unreadable in that way he gets when he’s thinking. Calculating.

And then, after a long moment, he leans in, his breath warm against her ear. “Let’s go.”

Y/N swallows, setting her drink down. “Harry—”

He pulls back just enough to meet her eyes, his own dark, unwavering. “Now.”

She doesn’t argue. Doesn’t pretend not to understand what’s happening.

Without another word, he takes her hand and leads her out the door.

The car ride back is suffocatingly silent. No music, no idle conversation—just the low hum of the engine and the occasional flick of the turn signal. The city lights cast fleeting shadows across Harry’s face, sharp angles illuminated before fading into darkness again. His grip on the steering wheel is steady, but his fingers flex every so often, his rings catching the dim glow from the dashboard.

Y/N shifts in her seat, the tension thick enough to choke on. She can feel the weight of his silence pressing against her, heavy, deliberate. He hasn’t looked at her once since they left Zack’s house. No teasing smirks, no sideways glances. Just focused, controlled restraint.

She bites her lip, sneaking a glance at him. His jaw is tight, the muscle there twitching as he clenches it.

The quiet stretches, unbearable. She exhales softly, voice cautious when she finally speaks. “Harry—”

His fingers drum against the wheel once before he exhales sharply through his nose. “Don’t,” he murmurs, voice low. Calm. Too calm.

She swallows, staring at him, but his eyes stay locked on the road. The way he’s holding himself—so composed, so maddeningly quiet—tells her everything she needs to know.

He’s waiting.

Not for an apology. Not for an excuse.

For her to sit in the silence and feel the weight of her lie.

The drive feels endless. The weight of Harry’s silence coils around her like a vice, thick and unrelenting. Every passing streetlight flickers across his face, highlighting the sharp tension in his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows.

Y/N swallows, pressing her palms against her thighs, the air in the car feeling heavier with each mile. The soft hum of the engine is the only sound between them, save for the occasional drag of Harry’s thumb against the leather steering wheel.

Her throat is dry. She tries again, softer this time. “Harry—”

His grip tightens, knuckles shifting beneath the dim light. “Not now.”

Not now.

The two words slice through her, quiet but firm, leaving no room for argument.

She exhales slowly, leaning her head back against the seat, staring out the window. The streets blur past, dark and empty, the city slipping away as they near his house. Her pulse is steady, but beneath it, she can feel the slow, creeping burn of anticipation curling at the edges.

Because she knows him.

Knows the way his silence is never just silence. It’s deliberate. It’s restraint.

And restraint never lasts.

When he finally pulls into the driveway, cutting the engine, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t look at her. The stillness stretches for a moment too long. Then, finally, he speaks—voice low, controlled.

“Inside. Now.”

Her breath catches.

She doesn’t argue.

Doesn’t hesitate.

She just unbuckles her seatbelt and steps out of the car, following him into the house, into the charged, waiting dark.

The door shuts behind them with a quiet click. The house is dark except for the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the windows, casting long shadows along the walls. Y/N stands just a few steps inside, her breath unsteady, her pulse thrumming in her ears.

Harry still hasn’t looked at her.

He takes his time. Shrugs off his coat, tosses his keys onto the entryway table with a soft clink. The silence stretches, thick and unbearable, wrapping around her like a vice. Her hands fidget at her sides, the weight of his restraint pressing down on her like gravity itself.

Finally—finally—he turns.

His gaze is unreadable, dark and unreadable, sweeping over her with a slow, deliberate intensity that makes her stomach flip. He tilts his head, dragging his tongue along the inside of his cheek before speaking.

“Tell me again,” he murmurs, voice low, smooth. “Was he flirting with you?”

Her lips part, but nothing comes out. Her throat feels tight, heat curling at the base of her spine under the weight of his gaze.

Harry steps closer, slow and steady, like a predator circling its prey. His fingers come up to brush the halo from her head, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

“Careful, angel,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet and warning all at once. “Because I don’t like being lied to.”

Y/N swallows, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay… he was flirting with me.”

Harry’s expression doesn’t change at first. But something shifts—his jaw tightens, his eyes darken, and the air between them thickens. He exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his curls before leveling her with a look so intense it makes her stomach flip.

“Why did you lie to me?” His voice is low, controlled, but there’s a dangerous edge beneath it.

She hesitates, shifting on her feet. “Because…” She exhales, dropping her gaze for a second before forcing herself to meet his eyes. “I didn’t want you to get mad.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, that smirk appears. The one that isn’t playful, isn’t teasing—it’s sharp, calculated.

“Mad?” he repeats, stepping closer until she has no choice but to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze. He lifts a hand, fingers trailing along her jaw before tilting her face toward him. “Why? Because he was trying to take what’s mine?”

Her breath catches.

His fingers tighten just slightly against her skin, his eyes never leaving hers. “Tell me, angel,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “Is that why you lied to me?”

Y/N exhales shakily, her pulse hammering beneath the weight of his gaze. The room feels smaller, the air charged and suffocating. His fingers against her jaw are firm, his touch deceptively gentle, but there’s something unreadable in his eyes.

She nods, barely, her voice caught in her throat. “I—I didn’t want you to make a scene.”

Harry chuckles, a deep, dark sound that sends a shiver down her spine. “A scene?” He tilts his head, thumb brushing just below her bottom lip. “You think I’d cause a scene over some idiot who didn’t know better?” His smirk deepens, but there’s no humor in it. “No, angel. I wouldn’t waste my time on him.” He leans in, lips a breath away from hers, his voice a low murmur. “But you lying to me? Now that—that’s something I don’t like.” His fingers slide down, trailing over her throat, pressing lightly against the rapid beat of her pulse.

“You thought I’d get mad if I knew he was flirting with you,” he muses, watching her reaction carefully. “But you didn’t stop to think what lying to me would do.” He pauses, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “That’s not very angelic of you, is it?”

Her body feels like it’s burning from the inside out. The way he’s looking at her, the slow, deliberate drag of his fingers down her neck, over her collarbone, the possessiveness in his voice—it’s overwhelming.

She swallows, whispering, “I just didn’t want to ruin the night.”

Harry exhales through his nose, shaking his head as he lets out a soft tsk. “Oh, angel,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “The night was already ruined the moment you lied to me.”

His fingers find her waist, pulling her flush against him. His voice is velvet, smooth and dangerous. “So tell me,” he breathes, lips barely brushing her skin, “how do you plan on making it up to me?”

Y/N swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do anything.”

Harry’s smirk deepens, something dark and knowing flickering behind his eyes. He tilts his head, studying her, dragging his thumb lazily along the curve of her jaw.

“Anything?” he repeats, his voice low, almost amused.

She nods.

His gaze lingers for a moment before he hums, pleased. “Okay,” he murmurs.

Without another word, he takes her hand, guiding her toward the stairs. The grip on her wrist is firm, not forceful, but commanding. She follows without hesitation, her heart pounding as they ascend, the tension between them thick and unspoken.

The moment they step into his bedroom, Harry shuts the door behind them, the quiet click echoing through the dimly lit space.

“On your knees,” he instructs smoothly, voice unwavering.

Y/N hesitates for only a second before sinking onto the floor, the soft carpet brushing against her bare skin. She tilts her chin up, waiting, her breath uneven.

Harry watches her, running his tongue along his bottom lip, his expression unreadable. He exhales slowly, rolling his shoulders before stepping toward his nightstand. As he slides open the drawer, a slow smirk spreads across his face.

“Been waiting for a reason to try these,” he murmurs, more to himself than to her.

Her stomach tightens as she watches him reach inside, his fingers curling around cool metal.

Handcuffs.

He dangles them from one finger, the silver glinting under the warm light of the room. His eyes flick back to hers, dark and full of something wicked.

“Still willing to do anything?”

Y/N’s breath hitches, her eyes flickering between the handcuffs dangling from his finger and the dark, unreadable expression on his face. The weight of his gaze pins her in place, her heart hammering in anticipation.

Slowly, deliberately, she nods. “Yes.”

Harry hums in approval, stepping closer until the toes of his boots brush her knees. “Good,” he murmurs, reaching down, his fingers threading through her hair before tilting her chin up. “I’d hate for you to change your mind now.”

She doesn’t. Not even for a second.

The click of the cuffs as he separates them is deafening in the quiet room. He moves with a deliberate slowness, dragging out the moment, making sure she feels every second of it. He crouches slightly, running a ringed finger down the line of her throat before reaching for her wrists.

“Hands,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk.

She lifts them without hesitation, and his smirk deepens. His fingers brush over her skin as he snaps one cuff around her wrist, the metal cool and unyielding. He takes his time securing the other, watching her carefully as if daring her to back out.

She doesn’t.

The final click echoes through the room, sealing the moment between them.

Harry leans in, his breath warm against her ear. “You lied to me tonight, angel.” His voice is calm, measured, but there’s an unmistakable edge of something darker lurking beneath it. “Now, I get to decide how you make it up to me.”

He pulls back just enough to meet her eyes, dragging his thumb over the rapid pulse at her wrist, smirking at what he finds.

“Hope you’re ready,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “Because I’m not feeling very merciful tonight.”

Y/N barely holds back a breathless laugh at the irony of it all—her, dressed in white, halo discarded on the floor, wrists bound in silver cuffs. And Harry, standing over her, every bit the devil he’s pretending to be.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp flickers against his skin, deepening the shadows along his sharp jawline, making the green of his eyes seem almost unnatural—too dark, too knowing. His devil horns, slightly askew in his unruly curls, only add to the sinful picture he makes. The deep red of them catches the light when he tilts his head, watching her with that slow, wicked smirk, the one that promises nothing good.

His all-black outfit clings to him in the right places—the fabric of his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of the swallows inked against his collarbones. The silver rings on his fingers glint as he flexes them, rolling his wrists like he has all the time in the world. He looks like temptation itself, like something dangerous wrapped up in silk and smirks, and she knows—she knows—he’s enjoying this.

“You’re quiet,” he muses, stepping closer, his boots brushing against her knees. He reaches down, fingers tracing over the metal cuffs, testing their weight against her wrists. “Having second thoughts, angel?”

His voice is deep, slow, velvety smooth, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

No, she’s not having second thoughts.

She just can’t believe how perfectly devilish he looks. And worse—how much she wants to fall right into his trap.

Y/N swallows, her pulse thrumming beneath her skin as Harry’s fingers lazily trace the edge of the cuffs around her wrists. His touch is light, barely there, but deliberate—always deliberate. He tilts his head slightly, studying her with a slow, dark amusement, his lips curling at the edges like he already knows what’s running through her mind.

“No second thoughts then?” he murmurs, his voice deep, teasing. His thumb brushes over her pulse, feeling how fast it beats beneath his touch.

She shakes her head, barely able to find her voice. “No.”

His smirk deepens. “Good.”

He steps back, just enough to take her in—the way she looks beneath him, dressed in white, knees pressed into the plush carpet, wrists bound together like a perfect contradiction to him. The sight makes something dark flicker in his gaze, something possessive.

“You look so sweet like this, angel,” he muses, dragging his knuckles slowly down the line of her jaw. “So obedient.” His voice dips lower, rougher. “But I know better, don’t I?”

She exhales shakily, feeling the heat creep up her neck, pooling low in her stomach. His words are measured, carefully placed, meant to unravel her piece by piece.

Harry leans down, fingers tilting her chin up so she has no choice but to meet his gaze. His breath is warm against her lips when he speaks.

“Tell me, angel,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you ready to confess?”

Y/N’s breath catches in her throat. The way he’s looking at her—dark, expectant, patient but unforgiving—makes her head spin. The handcuffs feel heavier now, the cool metal biting into her skin, a reminder of the power shift between them.

She swallows, wetting her lips. “Confess what?”

Harry hums, amusement flickering in his eyes like a slow-burning fire. His thumb ghosts over her bottom lip, applying the faintest pressure. “Don’t play dumb,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “You lied to me tonight, didn’t you?”

Her stomach flips.

“I—”

His hand slides into her hair, gripping just enough to make her stop. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make her feel it.

“Didn’t you?” he repeats, quieter this time.

Y/N exhales shakily, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs. “Yes.”

His smirk is slow, dangerous. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers flexing against her scalp for just a second before releasing. “Now, tell me why.”

Her mouth feels dry. She could blame it on the tension, on the way he’s looming over her, looking every bit the devil he’s dressed as. But deep down, she knows the answer isn’t complicated.

“I didn’t want you to get mad,” she admits softly.

Harry exhales through his nose, shaking his head slightly as he drags his thumb along her jaw. “Mad?” he repeats, feigning confusion. “Why would I be mad, angel?” His fingers tighten just slightly, the warmth of his rings pressing into her skin. “Because he wanted something that doesn’t belong to him?”

The air between them is heavy, thick with something unspoken. He waits, eyes locked onto hers, daring her to deny it.

She doesn’t. She can’t.

Instead, she lets the truth slip through her lips, barely above a whisper.

“I belong to you.”

Something shifts in his expression—something darker, something claiming. He leans in, brushing his nose along her cheek before his lips find her ear.

“Say it again.”

The demand is soft, but there’s no mistaking the command behind it.

Y/N shivers, tilting her head slightly, her breath uneven. “I belong to you.”

Harry exhales, slow and controlled, his hands slipping down her arms, tracing the edge of the cuffs at her wrists. He hums, pleased, dragging his mouth along her jaw before finally pulling back enough to meet her eyes.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, thumb pressing against her pulse. “And I don’t take kindly to people touching what’s mine.” His eyes flick down to her bound wrists, then back up to her face, his smirk returning, slow and calculated.

“Lucky for you,” he breathes, tracing the metal with his fingers, “I know exactly how to remind you of that.”

Harry doesn’t rush. He never does.

With deliberate ease, he reaches down, gripping Y/N’s arms and pulling her up from her knees. The cuffs clink softly as she stumbles slightly, but he steadies her with a firm hand at her waist. His eyes never leave hers, dark and unreadable, filled with something wicked.

“Come here,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding.

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread, the picture of power and control. His rings catch the dim light as he tugs at her hips, guiding her forward until she’s standing between his knees.

Then, with one sharp pull, he has her sprawled across his lap.

The movement is so sudden, so effortless, that it takes her breath away. Her cheek presses against the cool sheets, her arms pinned at her lower back, wrists still bound.

Harry hums in satisfaction, his hands dragging slowly over the curve of her waist, down to her thighs, his touch deceptively gentle.

“You lied to me tonight, angel,” he muses, tracing lazy circles against her skin. “And I can’t just let that go, can I?”

Her breath hitches, heat blooming across her skin. “Harry—”

Smack.

The first strike lands before she can finish her sentence.

She gasps, her body jolting, the sharp sting spreading through her instantly.

Harry exhales, slow and measured, his palm lingering against her skin for a second before pulling away. “That,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers along the fresh warmth of the spot he just struck, “is for lying.”

Then another. Smack. Harder this time.

Y/N lets out a quiet gasp, her fingers curling into fists, her bound wrists pressing into the small of her back.

Harry chuckles, low and deep. “You can take it, angel,” he murmurs, his touch soothing for only a second before he lands another one. “Can’t you?” She nods, barely able to form words, her body buzzing with heat.

“Good girl,” he breathes, his fingers trailing along the curve of her spine. “I want you to remember this the next time you think about lying to me.”

Another sharp smack, and this time, Y/N feels the heat flood every inch of her body.

Harry leans down, lips brushing against her ear, his voice dark and filled with satisfaction.

“Now,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the red marks blooming on her skin. “Are you ready to be good for me?”

Y/N barely manages to catch her breath before she exhales, her voice soft but certain. “Yes, Daddy.”

Harry stills for a second, his grip on her waist tightening just slightly, before a low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction.

His fingers trail up her back, to where her angel wings are still fastened in place. He takes his time undoing them, dragging his fingertips along her spine as he lifts them off. The soft material rustles as he sets them aside, his smirk deepening as he leans down, his lips grazing her ear.

“These,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, “can never get you quite as high as I do.” A shiver rolls down her spine at his words, at the smug confidence in his voice, at the way he always knows exactly what to say to make her melt. Before she can respond, he presses a firm hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her down until her chest meets the mattress. His weight shifts behind her, slow and deliberate, his fingertips ghosting over the freshly warmed skin of her thighs, teasing, taunting.

“So eager,” he muses, dragging his palm over the curve of her hip, his fingers barely applying any pressure. “And you haven’t even earned it yet.” She whimpers softly, shifting beneath his touch, but he only chuckles again, amused by her impatience.

“Be good for me,” he murmurs, his breath warm against her skin. “Let me take my time.”

And he does.

He always does.

Harry's hands roamed over Y/N's bound form, his touch firm but teasing, tracing the curves of her body with a possessive air. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You're mine now, angel. And I'm going to show you just how good it can be."

With that, he gripped her hips roughly and flipped her over onto her back. Y/N gasped, her wrists still bound behind her back, leaving her at his mercy. Harry smirked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. Slowly, he unzipped his pants, revealing himself to her. He was hard and ready for her, the sight of her helplessness driving him wild with need.

"Spread your legs," he growled lowly, and she obeyed without hesitation. Harry positioned himself at her entrance and then paused for a moment, savoring the power he held over her in this moment. His fingers trailed up the inside of Y/N's thighs before dipping between them to test how wet she was for him. He groaned at the slickness he found there; she was every bit as ready as he was.

Without warning, Harry thrust into her in one long stroke, filling her completely and eliciting a sharp cry from both their lips. He didn't stop there; he began to move inside of Y/N with a relentless rhythm that soon had them both panting for air. Her legs trembled around his waist as she arched up into him

Harry's hips pounded into hers, his grip on her hips tightening as he angled his thrusts to hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Y/N's cries of pleasure filled the room. Her body trembled beneath him, her cuffed wrists the only thing grounding her in this world of sensation.

Their bodies moved together in a dance, their moans and gasps the only soundtrack to their passionate symphony. Harry's fingers dug into Y/N's hips, his nails leaving marks as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her. Sweat glistened on both their brows as they pushed each other higher and higher, teetering on the edge of release.

Harry could feel it building in his core, that familiar tightness that signaled his climax was near. He knew he wanted to savor this moment, to draw it out as long as possible, but Y/N felt too good—too perfect—wrapped around him like this. With a final deep thrust, he groaned out his release, emptying himself inside her depths.

His climax sent her over the edge as well, her own orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. Her back arched off the bed as she cried out in ecstasy, every nerve ending in her body alight with pleasure. Wave after wave washed over her until she finally collapsed back onto the mattress beneath him, spent and breathless.

"I'm sorry. I was a bit rough tonight," Harry breathed against her hair-lined neck, apology heavy in his voice. It was meant to be genuine, offering a sliver of remorse for the power dynamic they had just indulged in, despite both of them enjoying it immensely. But it was also tinged with something else, a quiet satisfaction that Y/N could almost taste on his lips – the thrill of the dominance, the knowledge that he could bend her to his will.

She shifted slightly against him, snuggling deeper into his warmth. "It's alright," she murmured, the words strained and breathless from their shared exertion.

He unsnapped the cuffs, relief washing over her as she relaxed, but the apologies hung thick in the air. Harry’s gaze met hers, the intensity of his eyes making her hold her breath.

"Do you...do you regret it, angel?" he asked, his voice softer now, a touch vulnerable.

She shook her head, the movement making their bodies brush against each other.

"No," she whispered with a faint smile.  

[rafes-slut]

Run

Warnings: stalking, toxic and dark rafe, scared reader, chasin through the woods, chooking, rafe is threatening reader

Summary: after your car dies in the woods you have feeling someone had been folowing you. in the fear from it you start running through the woods only to find out itsy your crazy ex

pairing: dark rafe cameron x reader

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The engine sputtered, coughed, and died.

A sharp breath left her lips as she twisted the key again. Nothing. Just the hollow click of a dead car in the middle of nowhere. The woods pressed in around her, dark and suffocating, swallowing the narrow road she had been driving down. Her hands tightened around the wheel as she exhaled, slow and steady, forcing herself not to panic.

She had ignored all his calls. Every last one.

Deleted his texts without reading them. Blocked his number. Ignored the way his truck always seemed to appear near her house, the way she felt eyes on her even in the most unexpected places.

Weeks. She had gone weeks without him. Weeks without his anger curling around her like a noose, without his voice whispering her name like it belonged to him. Weeks without his hands, rough and possessive, gripping her like she was something he could own.

But deep down, she had known it wasn’t over. Not really.

The air outside was thick and silent. Too silent. She checked her phone. No signal. Of course. Because fate had a twisted sense of humor, and maybe Rafe Cameron did, too.

Her pulse jumped at the thought, and suddenly, the stillness of the night wasn’t comforting—it was terrifying.

A rustling sound. Barely audible over the pounding of her own heartbeat.

She turned her head sharply toward the trees, staring into the darkness, but there was nothing. Just the endless black, branches twisting like skeletal fingers. Her breath hitched as she reached for the door handle, hesitating.

Another sound. This time closer.

A twig snapped.

Something—or someone—was out there.

Her fingers fumbled against the lock, adrenaline flooding her veins. She didn’t wait to think. She shoved the door open and ran.

Branches clawed at her skin, snagged in her hair, but she didn’t stop. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she tore through the trees, heart slamming against her ribs. The cold air burned her lungs, but she pushed forward, driven by pure terror.

Then—

Footsteps. Heavy. Unrelenting.

Chasing her.

A sickening mix of fear and something worse coiled in her stomach. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. She knew the way he moved, the way he breathed, the way his presence alone could suffocate her.

“Baby.”

His voice, smooth and taunting, cut through the night.

Her body froze against her will.

“Don’t make me chase you. You know how this ends.”

Her feet moved before her brain could process it, but she barely made it another few steps before an arm clamped around her waist, yanking her back against a solid, familiar body.

She kicked and screamed, but his grip was unyielding. One arm wrapped around her torso like a steel trap, the other coming up to fist into her hair, jerking her head back until her throat was bared to him.

"Look at you," Rafe murmured, his voice dripping with something twisted, something hungry. "You really thought you could run from me?"

She whimpered, her hands scrambling against his, nails digging into his skin, but he only laughed—low and amused, like this was all some sick game to him.

"You're shaking," he noted, tilting his head as if he were fascinated by the sheer terror in her eyes. "God, I missed you. Missed this. You always look so fucking pretty when you're scared."

Tears pricked at her eyes. "Please, Rafe—"

"Please what?" His grip tightened, cutting off her words. "Please don't take you back? Please don’t remind you who you belong to? Baby, I don’t think you remember how this works."

She let out a choked sob, legs still kicking, but he only shoved her back against a tree, pinning her there with his full weight. His hand slid up to her throat, fingers pressing just enough to make her breath hitch, but not enough to cut it off completely. Not yet.

"You're mine. Always have been. And no matter how far you try to run, how much you fucking ignore me—" He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "I'll always find you."

A tear slipped down her cheek, and Rafe, ever the sadist, reached up to swipe it away with his thumb. "Aww, baby," he cooed mockingly. "Don’t cry. You should’ve known better than to think you could ever escape me."

She squeezed her eyes shut, chest rising and falling in panicked breaths. She knew now, more than ever, that she had never been free. Not really.

Because Rafe Cameron wasn’t just obsessed.

He was completely, irreversibly insane.

[tiki-was-here]

Thomas Hewitt x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Doesn’t use y/n

Thomas Hewitt be my wife ᯓᡣ𐭩

The heat of the Texan sun was something you could never quite get used to. Years of living with the comfort of modern air conditioning had made you a bit spoiled, but you were determined to fully embrace your new country lifestyle. No television, no morning coffee runs, no constant hum of city life. The only remnants of your past life were your work computer and your phone.

Despite the sweltering heat and the silence of the countryside, life had its upsides. The Hewitt family, who lived a short drive down the road, had become your anchor. You remembered your first drive to your new home like it was yesterday —stopping at a local gas station to refuel both your car and your stomach. There, you met Luda Mae, who welcomed you with open arms and an invitation to visit her family anytime, seemingly excited at the idea of a new face.(get it lol)

You took her up on the offer that Sunday. The Hewitt home was a cosy, if a bit dilapidated, place that seemed to hold something sinister between its walls, though Luda Mae’s sweet demeanour made you feel at ease.

Among the Hewitts, you found a special connection with Thomas, or Tommy, as you’d taken to calling him. He often came over to help with various repairs and to learn more about life in the city. You appreciated his company, and despite the lack of words shared you two spent many evenings watching movies on your laptop.(Thomas enjoyed seeing a screen that wasn’t black and white or prone to sporadic static cuts)

Your friendship with Tommy grew, and you made it clear he was welcome to visit anytime. You even shared the password to your laptop with him, so he could use it when he came over and you were busy with other tasks. And after a long long talk about the dangers of clicking on random popups, the two of you had finally settled into a soothing routine.

One sweltering afternoon, while you were outside tending to your garden, everything went wry.

Tommy was inside fixing a leaky roof per your request. You had been in the garden for a few hours, assuming that Thomas was either still working or had made himself comfortable, when your blood ran cold.

You remembered that last night you had been… taking care of yourself, to put it nicely. A man has his needs after all, and living in the middle of nowhere tends to take a toll on one's libido. A pang of embarrassment struck you as you realised Tommy might have seen what you were watching if he used your laptop. You dashed inside, hoping to catch him before he saw too much.

You found Tommy sitting at the laptop, his eyes glued to the screen. His cheeks were flushed, and he was clearly absorbed in the film. You felt a mixture of amusement and embarrassment as you approached him.

It was clear by the way that Luda Mae spoke about city life that the family practised a more conservative lifestyle. So much so that the first time you took your shirt off around him (you were both painting your fence and the heat became unbearable) he suddenly froze, paintbrush falling from his hand before he rushed away.

He couldn’t look you in the eyes for the next few weeks, so you knew you had to approach him carefully.

“Hey, Tommy,” you said, trying to sound casual.

Tommy’s head snapped up, and he scrambled to close the laptop, but his movements were clumsy and awkward. He avoided your gaze, his eyes darting around as his fist clenched tightly, face an alarming shade of red.

“Do you want to talk about it,” you said quickly, stepping closer to him. “I’m sorry for leaving that on there. I didn’t mean for you to feel uncomfortable.”

Tommy’s eyes flickered briefly to you before he looked down at his hands, which were nervously twisting the edge of his shirt. He made a small, uncertain noise, and fidgeted with the laptop, his fingers tapping nervously on the closed lid.

“We don't have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “How about you come to help me in the garden?”

Tommy finally looked up at you, his expression a mixture of relief and continued embarrassment. He gave a small nod, got up and headed to the garden. As your gaze followed him out the door you tried your best to ignore the slight bulge you saw in his jeans.

After a few more hours of work, you both stepped inside, the coolness of the house a welcome contrast to the garden's heat. You poured two glasses of lemonade while he stood nearby, his tall figure hesitant in the doorway. His eyes followed your movements with an expression that you couldn’t quite place.

When you handed him his glass, you felt his fingers linger on yours, a touch that seemed almost too deliberate. He set the glass down, his hands trembling just a bit.

Thomas’ gaze flickered to yours and moving with a slight clumsiness, he reached out to touch your arm. The gesture was tentative, his fingers awkwardly brushing against your skin, almost as if he was unsure of how to position them.

Sensing his nervousness, you took his hand gently, guiding it to hold yours. “It’s okay,” you reassured him with a gentle smile, “Just hold my hand like this, we can take it slow.”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and you could see the effort it took for him to do so.

As the moments passed, his nervousness seemed to melt away, and he slowly drew you closer, his hand still holding yours. His other arm, which had been hanging awkwardly by his side, now moved around you and he pulled you into a gentle embrace.

You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, his breath quickening as his arms tightened around you. The poor boy was practically shaking, and although the disapproving words of Luda May passed through your head, the arousal that was pooling in your stomach was quick to drown her out.

“There's nothing wrong with being curious Tommy… I don't mind.” your voice was all but a whisper. “I can teach you how to feel good...how to make me feel good. Would you like that?”

A moment of science passed, and then he nodded.

You move him backwards slowly until his knees hit the back of your small sofa, just big enough to hold his weight, before settling between his legs. Slowly, very slowly, you reached for his zipper, the monstrous bulge making your mouth water.

You began with kitten licks, savouring the musky taste of the man you grew to love. The sheer weight of his length caused it to hang low down between his legs and you chased it eagerly. The tip was salty and his musk made your head swell. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth (more than half unfortunately but you’re sure your throat would thank you for your restraint later) you pumped slowly with your hand, not even able to fully grasp it.

His breaths were one of the loudest things in the room, his hips stuttering in a way you knew meant that he was close.

How cute. You hadn’t even done much, the familiar ache in your jaw was nonexistent and yet still he was so close to breaking. You wanted- no, needed to taste him. To see him fall apart on your tongue. Your beautiful boy.

Your kitten licks quickly turned into long sucks, your brows furrowed from the effort. A frantic moan came from above you Thomas’ hips bucking wildly. His monstrous hands gripped your hair so tight tears sprung in your eyes as he ground into your mouth like you were no more than a toy.

With a sob, his hips gave one last stutter before he came in your mouth. His cum was thick and admittedly a tad too bitter for your liking, but you swallowed it all as if it were the sweetest nectar. Even as it filled every corner of your mouth threatening to spill out past your lips it was much too precious to waste.

Your lips left him with an obscene pop. He was sweating profusely, strands of his raven hair curled widely as they escaped his ponytail. Simply beautiful.

“How was that?” you questioned in a whisper. “Did I make you feel good?” He nodded, and you moved to sit in his lap. “Now it’s my turn alright.” you start, palming at your own bulge that had been neglected. Never in your life had you considered yourself an exhibitionist but under his gaze you felt reverenced. Quickly pulling your length out of your slacks you wasted no time in putting on a show. Your pace was slow and methodical, because despite it all you really did want to show him how it’s done.

His gaze never wavered from your moving hand, watching your mushroomed tip disappear in your fist with a slick squelch. Slowly, his hand moved towards yours. You allowed him to have his way, and your dick disappeared completely in his closed fist. His hand was warm, clammy but oh so heavenly. He was so concentrated it was almost comedic, practically(and a little bit literally) drooling at the sight before him. The pressure was almost too little, but it was just enough to bring you closer to that familiar edge. Your hips bucked wildly as that heat that pooled in the pit of your stomach threatened to burst.

“Don't stop please-” you crooned “You're doing so good for me please just keep going” Your nails dug into his arm as your head snapped back in pleasure. Hot spurts of cum splashed onto Tommy’s chin and chest. You almost passed out when his hand kept moving, pace unfettered by your orgasm. You pawed weakly at his hand face buried in his chest as he quickly stopped his movements, checking to see if he had hurt you. “No, it's fine Tommy, you did good. Very good.” You nuzzled into him further, content to stay in his embrace just a little while longer.