#and every day I fight against the urge to delete two of them

[zanarkandfayth]

Writing Meme: First Line Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @ivorydice, thank you <3

I ignored the rules to make up my own lmao. Doing twelve fics I like a lot rather than the last ten, particularly because I'd like a wider time range to see how things have changed. The actual last ten would just be the first two and then all eight of the fics I did for fatherly love week in 2021 :/ Most of which were written in a very stress-filled, sleepless week right before the deadline haha. Going back to some of my earliest ffxv fics will be more interesting; curious to see how they all start because I know I usually try to make the opening line intriguing, but not always.

o1. "Chocobos! Noct, look at the sign, they have chocobos! Can we go see them?" || Ameliorate

o2. Ignis sighs as he puts his foot on the brake, resisting the strong temptation to close his eyes and bow his head against the steering wheel for a moment. || The Monsters Running Wild

o3. Ding! The noise of the first one cuts loudly through the quiet of his room, rousing him from a heavy slumber, but right now he's more asleep than awake, his eyes still closed. It's easy to ignore. || From That First Moment

o4. "Alright. Ready to not get your ass kicked today?" || Where They Should Be

o5. Noct hesitates, staring with dread at the panel of buttons before him. || Where It Matters Less

o6. The thick, metallic smell of blood is still lingering in Noct's nose when he wakes with a gasp, eyes flying open, wide and startled as he looks unseeing around him. || Everything

o7. "Hey, wanna go to the arcade today?" Prompto slings a friendly arm around Noct as he asks the question, a bright grin across his face as he waits hopefully for the answer. || Heavy is the Burden

o8. Insomnia is a mess. || Under Grey Skies

o9. Coming to this party was a mistake. || Six Ways from Sunday

1o. It starts happening the day Insomnia falls. || The Shadows Growing Tall

11. "I feel like my feet are going to fall off," Prompto whines as they all trudge back to the Regalia. || Dark Corners

12. The first time everyone thinks Prompto and Cor meet is when Prompto is sixteen. || What Lies Below

...so the only two I actually wish had better openings are monsters and heavy. which makes sense. monsters I just started writing at random because at that point it was supposed to be a one-shot and also never shared with anyone other than the bestie. so I didn't care where I started it.

heavy I, uh, stole the opening from nano/aftermath fic LOL. because nanofic was only a chapter and some change then, with a horrible idea I hated, and I thought I was never gonna come back to it so I might as well repurpose the few bits of it that were good. now I have a better idea and I'm actually writing it... but I still haven't changed the opening a whole lot. they're just gonna be similar forever. oh well.

but the rest feel like they either did a decent job at being an interesting hook or at least not being super boring or something. though I feel like I maybe had stronger hooks in my earlier fics, hmm. damn you brain fog.

oh, tagging... hhh I usually never tag people for these things because I am awkward and dunno who is okay with being tagged. so low-key no pressure ignore if you want mutual-tagging @quartzguts, @smallest-turtle, @breakfastteatime, @every-lemon, @elidelio, @thisfairytalegonebad, @tumbleloon, aaaaaand... whoever else is a writer that wants to do this.

[drunkfrogg]

time zones | charles leclerc

pairing: reader x charles leclerc

summary: different time zones keep getting in the way, and charles realises it isn't sustainable.

warnings: a little bit of angst never hurt anybody, did it?...right?!

note: first fic in a long time. enjoy! <3

MASTERLIST

7:02am.

Charles stared at the blurry numbers on his phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen and the sunlight pouring into his bedroom. He squeezed his eyes shut when he noticed the notifications from you. Three texts, two calls. All unanswered.

The first text, at 11:58pm.

I just finished work. I'll call you on the way home. Can't wait to hear your voice. I need it.

Charles' chest hurt. 11:58pm, minutes after he must have dozed off. He had tried so hard to keep his eyes open but his day had been so long and sleep was fighting a good battle against him.

At midnight is when the first missed call came through. It would've been 5pm for you. You would be getting out of work and Charles would be about to get into bed. You would've just got to your car, set up Google Maps, and called him. That was the only time you could find to chat to each other lately, and Charles had missed it.

Worse yet, he let you drive home with the disappointment of waiting all day to hear his voice, only to still be alone come night time.

Twenty six minutes later, at your 5:27pm and his 12:27am, the second text came through.

I made it home safe. I saw you got P2, congratulations! Very well deserved my love. Are you still awake?

That's when the next call came through.

Charles knew that you'd have been upset when he didn't answer. He knew you'd be holding back the intrusive thoughts. The what-ifs, the tears, the disappointment. It would have been keeping you up much later when you'd be trying to sleep. But he knew what was really eating at you was the hope that he would wake up and light up your phone with an incoming call.

He knew it was true when he saw the text at your 11:03pm and his 6:03am.

I think we've missed each other tonight. I was looking forward to hearing your voice, but I hope you celebrated that win well. Congratulations on P1 my love, well deserved. Goodnight.

He stared at the time of your last text, your 11:03pm and his 6:03am. One hour ago. You'd barely been asleep for an hour and here he was waking up to start his day. By the time you'd wake up, he'd be in meetings. By the time he'd get out, you'd be in work. By the time you'd finish, he'd be going to sleep.

Charles squeezed his eyes shut. Distance was never easy, but this wasn't the first time you'd missed your small window to talk to each other. It had been happening a lot lately. He knew it was hurting you because it was killing him.

He opened the tab on his phone of flights that neither of you could take. He was stuck where he was, and you were stuck elsewhere. There was never time. Something always changed the circumstances for the worse, and Charles sank his shoulders in defeat.

He deleted the tab on his phone.

Opening your messages, he sent his own reply.

Good morning, mon amour. I'm sorry we missed each other last night. I hope you're sleeping well. I'll call you after you finish work.

He stared at your missed calls again. There was nothing he could do except stare at them and wish they weren't real.

The alarms he forgot to set would have urged him out of bed over half an hour ago, and so he got himself up and dressed for the meeting he was about to be late to, but he couldn't open the door of his lifeless hotel room.

Guilt gnawed at his stomach. It wasn't fair of him to make you live this way for him. You deserved more than a short phone call every couple of days, and he realised that the only way for that to ever change was if you were here with him.

But he knew deep down that following him around the world wasn't what you wanted. While he could give you security, he couldn't give you stability. That's what you wanted more than anything, and that's when he finally realised, after suffering the long distance for so long, that there were two things in life that meant most to him.

The job and the girl.

He wanted both. But as he opened the door of his hotel room, he realised he could only have one. He had to pick. But he knew it wasn't really a choice. There was only one option.

And it wasn't the girl.

[oleander-nin]

Horrortober Day 20 - Captive(Yandere Rottmnt Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: This was supposed to be the final fic, but I didn't have one for today and this is my attempt to not delete my account or brain out of stress lmao. Me and @astral--horrorshow both had similar ideas, but they're completely independent of each other. We were both talking about them on discord then realized how similar they were, but neither was taken from the other👍. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Kidnapping, blindfold, needles, dehumanization, collaring, restraints, cage

Words: 2464

Summary: Draxum is working on eradicating the human race, but what happens when his son wants to keep one for himself?

The sounds of metal and cries pierce my ears, the blindfold and binds keep me hogtied and blind, not letting me do much else other than listen to sobs around me. My ears twitch at the sound of low footfalls, the clopping similar to that of a deer or horse nearing. I grimace, knowing the Baron was back. The quiet flapping of his gargoyles could barely be heard over the sobbing from the cage next to mine. I try not to let out a scream of my own at the loud bang of hoof against metal, and a skull against concrete. The sobs quiet, and the air goes still. I slowly let out the breath I was holding, my nerves firing off warning bells as I resist the urge to flail around and cry. It wouldn’t do any good either way. Those who fight back fall first.

Another pair of steps joins the Barons while he makes his rounds. I can sense how everyone else stills, all us captives going completely silent to try and hone in on the new visitor. I couldn’t tell how many of us there were. Anywhere from five to a hundred, I wouldn’t know the difference. I rub my face against the rough floor, hoping to loosen the blindfold so I could finally look at my prison. While there were many of us here, people came in and out every day, taking someone away or adding another to the lot. I could always tell when someone was taken. Their screams reverberated around the walls of our keep, cries and pleads not reaching the ears of whoever took them. I assumed it was the Baron, although I was not sure. It’s not like I could see the act either way.

“Take your pick, my son. It’s time you truly learn my work.”

I grimace at the Baron’s low voice, shrinking back into my cage as much as I can while bound. Of course he has a son. Of course he’s going to be just as rotten as his father, doing who knows what with the poor souls who get picked. My stomach rumbles and I chew on my bottom lip, grinding down on the flesh with my teeth. The blood soaking out may be gritty and limited, but it was better than nothing. I just prayed I wouldn’t puke.

The quiet scraping of free feet across the ground alerts me to the younger captors movements, my face moving towards the sound subconsciously so I could hear it better. A beat passes with no more movement, and I tense. Someone had been chosen. Or, hopefully, he would decide this was immoral and demand our freedom. I chuckle quietly to myself. Yeah right, like that would ever happen. A sharp sound in front of me catches my attention and I turn towards my cage, my face furrowing in concentration. 

“That one looks interesting.” An unfamiliar voice muses. His voice is sharp, unwavering, and oddly smooth. It alone was enough to make my blood run cold, but what really terrified me was how much closer it sounded than I expected. I could’ve sworn both of them were in the center of the room, but it sounded as if the voice was right in front of my cage. I shrink in on myself, tucking my chin to my collarbone and sitting on my ankles. Two sharp taps sound on the metal bars of my enclosure, a light chuckle sounding from the boy's chest. It wasn’t a friendly chuckle, nor a comforting one. I try to keep my breathing steady, refusing to cry and refusing to beg. I wanted to go down with dignity. I would refuse to bow to these monsters.

“If that’s the one you want to start on, then so it shall be.” The Baron’s deep rumble sounds, a sharp clap bouncing through the room. The sound of flapping fills the room, heading towards my cage and closing in fast. I sit back, trying my best to not shake. I couldn’t even tell if I was.

“Wait.” The younger voice sounds. He taps my cage a couple more times before I feel a scaly hand brush across my neck, taking hold of my collar and yanking me forwards. I yelp, losing my balance at the tug and falling onto my face before him. I struggle to move back to my kneeling position, the ropes keeping me bound threatening to pull my arm out of its socket if I keep trying. I lay down, defeated. I couldn’t get up. A deep heat settles in my cheeks from the shame of being at his mercy, and I can almost hear the smile in his voice at his next words. “I have a different idea for them.”

“Oh?” The Baron asks, his footsteps nearing as well. I try to pull back from the grasp the younger captor had on me, but his grip just shifts from my collar to my chin. “What are you planning then?”

“I want to keep this one. For my own personal studies. I can experiment on that one,” There’s a brief swish of the air when his hand undoubtedly moves to point at another poor soul in the vicinity. “But this one… I want to keep them.”

I hear a sharp breath from the Baron, his tone turning sour. “Donatello,” ah, so that was his name. I try and tug back again to no avail, my eyes widening under the blindfold as I realize he only has three fingers. “You cannot keep a human. They’re pigs. The rot of the world. You must understand that.”

I’m tempted to bite the fingers holding my face when I hear this, indignant anger bubbling in my chest. We weren’t the ones kidnapping people and caging them to experiment on. Sure, there’s a few bad apples in every batch, but you can’t doom the whole of humanity for a small handful’s doing.

The younger voice huffs, his thumb caressing my cheek. It was getting harder to hold back, every instinct screaming at me to pull back and run. “Still, why that may be, I think it would be interesting. Test their limits, experiment in different ways.” I can almost hear the sick smile in his voice. “Plus, it’s always nice to have company.”

“Do you even understand what goes into keeping a human? They’re very needy creatures. Not to mention clingy and violent. You’ll be responsible for its upkeep.” I feel sick the way they're talking about me, the hands of the scaled one still having yet to leave my face. He lifts my chin more and forces me to face him, my body screaming in protest from the position he was contouring me in.

“I do.”

The Baron sighs in defeat at his son’s words. I hear him take a step back, his voice steady as he walks away and starts to audibly mess with another cage. “Then I’ll allow it.”

I hear the screams of what sounds like a small child and my heart breaks, knowing slightly of his fate. While part of me was glad I had escaped it, I still yearned to switch places. Hearing someone so young scream in such ways was unbefitting. It wasn’t right. I feel the hand of the younger captor slip off my face, my own cage opening with a loud squeak. Strong hands hoist me up, fiddling with the ropes around my ankles and wrists. My two halves separate, my ankles freed from my wrists, but still stuck together as were my wrists to each other. I get slung over his shoulder, his muscle mass and metal backpack digging painfully into the soft of my stomach.

I consider trying to fight back, to even finally scream and curse them out, but I don’t. Every step he took sent his shoulder straight into my gut, and I knew it would be useless to try and resist. He seemed solid, and his shoulders reminded me of jagged rocks as they push against my torso. I try to shift myself into a more comfortable position, my body rocking hazardously in his grip. For one awful, awful moment, I’m certain he’s about to drop me, but his hands regain their steadiness as he tightens his grip to a painful degree.

“Move again and I’ll send you off to be experimented on instead.” He hisses, his voice as sharp as always. I settle down more, trying to ignore the painful lab of his arm.

He continues to walk for a while, his steps firm and sure. I wasn’t sure where we were going, nor what my true purpose was. This was out of the blue and completely unexpected, especially from someone who was supposed to be experimenting on me. I hear a door open and let out a small cry as I’m thrown atop a plush bed. I sit up, shaking my head to try and chase the disorientation away. A hand grabs my chin and holds me still, pulling the blindfold off of my eyes. I quickly close my eyes, shrinking back with a pained hiss. I’ve had the blindfold on since I was first kidnapped, covering my eyes and blocking my senses for weeks. I slowly open them, trying to get them to adjust to the new lighting. Once they can open, I glance around, taking in my surroundings as fast as I can.

It was a large room, one larger than I was expecting. There were different mechanical parts and machines strewn across the room, as well as a desk piled high with similar junk. I look in front of me, finally fully seeing my captor. He was only a couple inches taller than me, but his foreboding stature made him intimidating nonetheless. I scan him for a moment, my eyes taking in his green scaly skin and the metal shell upon his back. I lean backwards, wary of his domineering nature. He seemed to command respect, as if it was owed rather than earned. I felt no desire to give it to him.

“Why am I here?” I ask rudely, my tone clipped and eyes narrowed. The turtle doesn’t seem phased by my attitude, if anything, he was delighted.

“I’d suggest you’d hold your tongue. As lovely as your voice is, I do admit I have a short temper.” He walks across the room and picks up a small case, like he had been preparing for this for a while. “And I’m sure you would rather your tongue stay inside your mouth.”

I shift uncomfortably at his words, trying to decide what to do. I watch him carefully as he takes the case and opens it, four needles showing. My eyes widen at the sight as I back up on the bed.

He takes out the first needle and grabs a small vial from a miniature fridge next to him, getting the shot ready. “If you have any allergies, speak up now.”

I barely register his words, my eyes focused solely on the large needle in his hand. “What is that?”

“A couple of vaccines and boosters. It’s come to my attention that most of you have not had proper shots nor care, and while the others don’t matter, you do since you’ll be living here now.” He stalks forward with the syringe in hand as if he did this every tuesday, not a care nor concern on his face. I try to lean back, but he grabs me firmly by the elbow, not allowing me to move away. “I’d suggest you stay still and relax.”

I turn away from him, my heart thundering in my ears. I feel him inject the first into my arm, the sharp sting making me want to jerk away. It feels like hours, but he eventually lets go of my arm and backs away, disposing of the needles and setting the syringes back in their case.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” He starts, turning back to me. “It’s time we get started.”

“Who are you?” I interrupt, my mind hazy from the adrenaline coursing through after the shots he administered. He frowns at my interruption, his face pulled tight.

“I don’t like being interrupted. But, as you’re a human with no manners, I guess I can’t fully fault you. You haven’t learned the rules yet.” The turtle clears his throat, bowing with a dramatic flair. “I am Donatello, your new owner and savior. You, however, may refer to me as ‘Sir’ or ‘My Savior’.”

My nose scrunches up at his introduction, a chill running down my spine. My arm was sore, and my head was blaring warning bells left and right. This guy was seriously messed in the head. Well, of course he was. I was part of a group of humans he and his dad had kidnapped to experiment on.

“So, pet-”

“Not my name.” I interrupt, partly without meaning to but not fully regretting it. I refused to be called ‘pet’.

“Did humans never learn it was rude to interrupt or speak back to their superiors? Or is this just a you thing?” He hisses, clearly displeased. I shrug. My non-answer seems to anger the terrapin even more, his fists clenching at his sides. “As I stated before, I saved you. If it weren’t for me, you’d be cut open on a table with your guts spilled out. And while I would gladly return you to that fate, I felt it would be a waste to use someone like you in that manner-”

“Someone like me?” I interrupt again, tilting my head in confusion.

“Would you cut that out!?” He hisses, his face turning dark in anger. I shrink back, pursing my lips. I didn’t really want to anger him. I didn’t trust him. He continues to glare at me as he straightens his back. “As I was saying, you have something about you that I felt needed to be preserved. Therefore, here you are now. Serving as my pet rather than an experiment. And mind you, I’ll call you whatever I please.”

I glare at him, trying to pop his head open with my mind. Unfortunately, no such thing happened, and he continued to drone on.

“So, pet, I have something for you.”

He turns around and grabs something off his desk. I recognize it immediately, the bright collar jingling the bell as he moves closer. I try to lean back but he quickly hooks the offending item around my neck, his eyes and markings glowing for a moment as he holds the two pieces together. I rub at it with my chin, scowling. “There you are pet. Now you’ll never forget your place.”

It takes everything in me not to spit on him.

[starfirette]

daryl dixon nsfw alphabet

❄️ 17+ | masterlist

❄️ I remember staying up past my curfew every Sunday to watch this show. I was convinced that I could audition to be a Walker and make it. I was also convinced that Norman Reedus would see me, a 13 year old in zombie makeup, and be willing to commit crimes to be with me. Anyways here's this. Veterans to this blog May remember my old Daryl fics and I hope to god I've deleted every trace of them so yahoo and tallyho I guess. Requests are open and I'm going to post two of them tomorrow!!!! 🥳

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

It took time for him to warm up to you, but eventually he became comfortable enough to carefully pull you against him. Falling in love with you and warming up to you were two different things for him. The first time you two have slept together he felt awkward and he pulled away, sitting on the edge of the bed and dressing before leaving with a mumble. He returned to find you crying. "You just left," you had sniffed out. It was painful. You'd been through total hell: hoards of walkers, trapped in abdandoned houses, fights with random survivors. But this had you crying. Still naked in the bed, body bruised and hickied, and tears standing your face.

Daryl scrambled to grab you. He pressed a kiss both wet eyes. He laid with you, fully clothed with the night air in his beard and hair. Your naked self curled up against him, but the grasps were chaste and loving.

Daryl felt guilty beyond measure.

It is now custom for every night that he kisses his chapped lips on your body. Soft. Careful. Slow. He eases you back to the earth. Daryl never thought he was capable of being tender until he first held you in his hands. Covering you in blankets or helping you get redressed. Passing you water. Then kissing your forehead before tucking you in for the night. When you've fallen asleep he'll tell you he loves you. He doesn't like to do it often because he feels almost uncomfortable to say it, out of fear that he's going to be rejected. At least when you're sleeping he can say it over and over.

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

Your tittiesssss. It's a primal urge to love and be loved by a comforting woman. I wouldn't say that he outwardly has a mommy kink. I don't think he'd ever call a girl mommy, actually! But he finds relief at the end of the day by laying on your stomach and sucking your tits into his mouth. Groaning and swirling his tongue around your nipples as your hands comb the knots out of his hair.

He worships them.

"Best pair I've ever seen," he promises, each and every time.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Also on your tits. Massaging the slick seed over your nipples while your lashes catch tears like drops of water on a spiderweb. It's mesmerizing and it's enthralling. It magnetizes on his cock to hear his skin sticking to yours with the semen between them, or to see your pretty breasts glisten in the lanterlight.

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

That he was morbidly inexperienced in the area of romance. I think he's had plenty of sex but I don't think it really had feeling. I think that brought him down. All Daryl ever really wanted was to feel loved. It's so much better to fuck while knowing you're his woman.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Again, I think he's fairly experienced. I think he's not exactly happy or proud by the situations he's been in, but he also knows what he likes in the bedroom.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary is likely, however I also think that he likes to stand behind you. Pinning you to his chest so he can look over you and watch your face control and your tits jiggle while your cute pussy keeps him in a chokehold. Actually, I know it's this position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

When he cracks a joke or laughs then you know all is well in the world. That you and your people are safe; that you won't go to bed hungry; that you'll have a proper breakfast with Daryl come morning before parting ways for 'work'.

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

I personally doubt that he bothers to trim or shave anything and idk if I'm weird for thinking it's hot, but 🤷‍♀️🫡

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very much extremely so 🥳

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I imaging that Daryl looks so delicious when he's touching himself. He's all alone and he's vulnerable. He's himself without any fear or worries. His mouth parted, maybe he'll even let out the smallest of moans as he thumbs his slit. And he's not afraid to keep going. He will make himself cum over and over until he feels satisfied.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Size difference 😜 or when you're crying. When you're face is just streaming with tears while your cunt and thighs are slick with cum, after hours of being fucked and worshipped. And he's going to keep going. So also overstimulation ☺️

But please. I implore you to turn the tables. Sneak up on him and worship this man. Kiss him all over. Make him feel good. Please. He needs it. Pleasure him and most of all PRAISE HIM. He has a HUGE praise kink that he didn't even know about!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

MAYBE on a run. MAYBE. I imagine that the minute you two almost get caught by another group or by walkers, he's banned the both of you from fondling while on a run. I think he'd like the idea of having a secret hideout. A place with the essence of just you and him, decorated only for two pairs of eyes.

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

His own mind. But sometimes he won't even have dirty thoughts, however, and then you'll whisper the filthiest thing in his ear. Then he can't think of anything else.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Impact play. Aside from clit or tit spanking, just sexy spanking, things like whipping or slapping is a no. It's too personal and he'd never get off on it.

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

Prefers giving because he's silently insecure. He's meticulous in his tongue strokes. Presses kisses to your puffy lips and licks between them before nuzzling your clit with his nose. His scruff feels so ticklish against you. It makes you squirm. He'll use his rough hands to pin your hips down, forcing you to bear the pleasure he bestows while tongue fucking your tight hole or sucking your clit like a lemon slice. This is what I mean when I say size difference, btw. Man handling might be a better term. I wholeheartedly want Daryl to throw me around like a rag doll and use me the way he needs 🥹

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he typically ends up in a slow and steady jackhammering motion. I can't explain this right. Like a dotted quarter note in music theory...? That's the best way I can start to explain. Like every thrust has to settle for a second before he goes again-he wants to revel in the feeling. But it gets to a point when he's on the verge of cumming that his pace might get uneven. He'll push forward with choppy thrusts that take you higher and higher (deeper and deeper as the wise Kate Bush once said)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Occasionally he gets in a cheeky mood. He'll probably do this while on watch at a more se the settlement, like the prison or Alexandria. He'll lick his two fingers before shoving them down your panties. Sometimes he'll fuck your throat while he's on watch, trying his hardest to keep an eye out. It's sexy when he grunts and muffles his own cries.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Probably not. Once you two have established a comfortable rhythm, he gets attached to it and he wouldn't want it to change. He'd be a little sad if you ever told him you weren't satisfied with the sex life you two have

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Oh my god he can last forever

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nope

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

In the sense of "punishments" he might, but generally he gets off on making you squirm or cum

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Can be very loud or very quiet. He typically is good at keeping quiet. It's pornographic when he lets himself make sound. It's all groans and grunting, growling and dirty talking. "Little girl" is his go to sex pet name.

I was heavy stalking the Daryl fanfic tag the other day and saw one where he says "cuntmuffin" and I can't get that out of my mind

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When Daryl got the hang of the punishment-dom/sub dynamic he absolutely had a field day. He's GOOD at it. Total brat tamer. He's an amazing dom and he doesn't even realize it. He's just naturally in tune with you. He enjoys having someone to love and someone to tease. When he trusts you, the sky is the limit

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

HUNG KING. I cannot even lie, I know that he's gigantic. Long AND thick. The only man whose balls I'd ever fondle 10/10

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

He's a horny bastard when he lays his eyes on you. I'm sure when he first met you, at whatever point you joined the group (you may choose but I personally give myself too much credit and imagine I joined straight out of Atlanta), he totally imagined you in all sorts of nasty situations. Watching you with the other ladies washing laundry? He jerked off in the tent, took about 60 seconds. Merle had no clue.

When you first got an attitude with Shane? Okay, he took his sweet time and groaned your name. Edges himself a couple times.

When you opted for a long dagger rather than a shotgun, going for close range kills? Okay, he was in officially in love.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'd be more than happy to snuggle up and fall asleep, but more often than not he's going to count ammunition stocks or take watch. He can't help but want to contribute morning, noon, and night.

[jacemond-addict]

Leaked Nudes

Aemond Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon

Modern au

Everyday for the past week at college, All everyone is talking about is the mysterious leaked nudes of a couple that have been broadcasted to the whole campus.

The students are trying to be Sherlock Holmes and connect the dots.

Only clue : Males: blonde and a brunette.

Jace just wants to go by his day, Away from the drama and be with his new boyfriend, Cregan.

The hacker has other plans.

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“Did you delete the video?!” The boy asked, doing a terrible job of whispering. He blames it on the nerves and the queasy feeling in his gut. Just this morning he had a panic attack. His and his family reputation is on the line. He was sweating bullets. Whoever this maniac was, has to fuck off.

“Keep your voice down.”The taller boy slaps his hand on the brunettes mouth. His head peaked over the wall they were hiding to see, checking if the coast was still clear“I told you already. Yes!” The blonde groans when the boy bites his hand.

“That’s what you said about the nudes.”The brunette hiss, slapping the hand away.

“Your one to talk, about every girl and guy in campus has my dick in their phones.”The blonde frowned but his eyes had a mischievous glint to them .His hand went up on the shorter boys neck, his thumb caressing his adam’s apple, gently. The corner of his mouth lifted, seeing the reaction of the shorter male shivering just by his touch.

“They’ve pictures of me wearing…”The boy paused to check his surroundings, then continued,”What you made me wear!”. His face and neck flushed in embarrassment.

The older boy lips thin, his nostrils flaring and blue eyes turned dark, He didn’t like that everyone saw what was only meant for his eyes only.

“Let’s not kid here, you wanted to wear that.” The blonde taunts. He remember very clearly how enthusiastic the other boy was to wear it. How his skin broke out into goosebumps of the soft fabric touching his skin or how wet the boy got just by simply wearing the outfit and presenting himself to him.

Did the boy think he was going to fall for the innocent bullshit now, after everything they’ve done to this point? He steps forward until there was no space between them, leg slipping inbetween the other boy legs, their chest touching, breathing the same air. Not fighting off the urge to be impossibly close to the brunette. It’s been taking a toll on him, being away from him, seeing him now with a shitty replacement that won’t know how to satisfy him like he deserves, the way he only know.

This was how they got into this mess. Being too close, crossing the line where none of them should’ve trespassed. The older boy licks his lip, making brown eyes follow the movement. The younger boy could smell him, could feel him, and he desperately wanted to taste him.

As quick as the thought came he shuts it down. He has a boyfriend now, the appropriate person that he could be with. They’re never crossing the line ever again. He’s not dealing with this situation again, Now there’s someone, who has some kind of vendetta against them or one of the two , trying to expose their dirty secrets.

The brunette’s heart hammered against his chest, he felt himself close to slipping back to what got them in this mess. He shoves the guy away from him. A much needed distance .He ignores the smug smirk on the boys face and continues seriously,“We have to get rid of all the evidence. I don’t want to be known as the guy who messed around with his—-

“Hey Jace, Hey Aemond!!” Baela and Rhaena greet them swiftly before continuing their own way.

“Hi.”

Aemond only grunted in acknowledgement to the girls. His focus never wavering off of Jace.

“—uncle.” Jace finished his sentence. Aemond gave him ‘maybe you shouldn’t have messed around with your uncle’ look. He was getting on his last nerve, Aemond’s calm composure really was triggering Jace’s mood. How could he be so calm when there’s a big chance everyone will find out about them.

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(Who y’all think is the one exposing Jace and Aemond ???? Idk who it is.)

The plot is basically, Jace and Aemond fucked, sended nudes, recorded a sex tape —then somewhere in the middle of it ;after they did all that. jace is like damn I shouldn’t be letting my uncle fuck me , they stop, (Aemond is trying to get his baby back tho, never doubt.)—Jace gets a bf (even tho he still wants his uncle), but then the nightmare happens.Now they gotta fix this shit, either they find who is the hacker or hide their tracks before it leads back to them.

Also what y’all think Aemond made Jace wear???? I left that to y’all imagination .

[sentinel-kinjo]

"The Game of Life", Tsurugi Kinjo Centric

Hi, Tumblr community. You may recognise me as sentinel.kinjo on instagram, and some of you may know me as Psycho Police on discord. Regardless, I am here, and I figure this is the best way to share my writing, as there is no chance in hell that I'm waiting for an AO3 account.

I aim to post my works often, here. :)

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This fanfic is pure Tsurugi angst, and was a practice in using extended metaphors to convey a message. Hope you lot enjoy.

Word Count: 1,159 words

Characters: Tsurugi Kinjo. Juu Kinjo (mentioned), Yamato Kisaragi

Summary: Surely, there is a reason as to why Tsurugi only loses chess games these days.. Does he ever put up a fight? Or is something greater stopping him?

0:57 ————|——— -2:10

A pawn can always take on a queen, if necessary.

To win at any cost.

Efficiency yields the bloodshed they turn a blind eye to. 

Pushing the pawn forward, one space at a time to stare upon the ivory heart of the queen, while his unused comrades make their undignified exeunt from the world. Their heads were never graced by digits that forced their hand. No. They were less experienced, unmoved and awaiting the bishops, the rooks and knights with blades that cut fingertips that slid closer to them.

Yet still, the pawn kept moving forward, avoiding his fate by luck alone. The wrong place at the wrong time, and suddenly, his imperviousness superseded his meekness.

His team dropped around him, infested by those who absorbed goodness and light through blackened hearts. You don't know the full story. When you saw that interview, you saw the grace of someone calm, moving forward without a tear in his eyes. His shoulders were still, mouth dry, holding back bile at the news of someone else having fallen. It was all in the name of efficiency. This pawn was the best one, how puny and weak it seemed didn't matter so, as long as it trudged into the next square. A broken spirit meant nothing if it was never discussed beyond mild utterances.

You don't know what happened that day, the day where birds sang a solemn, tuneless song from above to fill the thick air. Everyone was saved, every hostage was unharmed, thanks to Tsurugi Kinjo, who cried in his first interview, uncertainty and fear bubbling into screams of guilt - I did it, I did it, why won't you hear me

The recording was deleted. No harm, no foul, no one the wiser for it, no one the more knowing than any other under the beauty of blissful ignorance.

The camera was burned, the camera was thrown away, and he was fed his lines so quietly, until only his voice was heard - the closest taste of autonomy was drunk with salt-tears that no one was ever privy to in the linear nature of time. But it would replay in his mind again and again, punishing him for his transgressions in an endless loop, an undeletable, untitled recording.

But he did the right thing. The eyes of the law shone down on him, beaming and congratulating him for succeeding. The terrorists were all dead, there was one left standing amongst the defenceless. The crowds urged him to carry on, his rehearsed, stern expression making headlines as the youngest up-and-coming police officer. There were no cries of injustice as long as Tsurugi succeeded. Pawn, child, whatever- as long as he stood a chance, they would push him again on the board, let alone the cracks, hair-thin against his surface.

Reminders of the battles he fought and the battles he won, ranking rising ever higher for the jerky actions he took, akin to the marionette on a string, or two, or eight. God, he sobbed; what he couldn't control was his only source of freedom - for no strings could manipulate them until he had none left to cry. Tear stricken lines on his cheeks replaced by dirty scars, slashed close to thin cheekbones. Pawn, child, whatever. He was what was left before victory's grasp, the closest one defending the king, or the Chief of Police.

How cruel, he wished someone would cry.

How cruel is it that an all-powerful king should send his pawn to fight his battles.

But he was alone again on the battlefield, battered and bruised until he was nothing.

Tsurugi saw nothing of himself, his hands were not his, his head a scrambled mess of shapeless thought, hopelessly unarranged for as long as eternity was allowed to be.

Tsurugi was numb, his body filled with hissing and wailing static - but still made to move. His mouth was static-filled as well, following orders like the good soldier he was. But what is a good soldier or a good person, if all they are is the culmination of the rules they are contracted to follow, unable to cross the dotted line? What is a good person if they are fearful of the consequences of retreating, rejecting, contesting?  

He will be remembered as such when he is dead, a calculated incentive to let the good die on around him while he waits his turn, kneeling and trembling before the also defenceless queen.

Tsurugi wanted nothing more than to lie back and let the war-torn world live on, beyond the point of no return he feared most. His good persona was rewarded with prestige, honour, another board to survive alone.

 They died, again - same white, innocent pieces collapsed and bleeding, choking their final song of apologies, regrets and everything in between.

Tsurugi had to watch as he abandoned them for retribution's sake, to make those he couldn't hurt once pay for their sins, their misdeeds circling them to the path of the grave. One down, two down, three down and four, until his own hands were coated in their residue, reminding him of the price he had to pay.

An eye for an eye, a death for a death. That was Tsurugi's motto, and how infamously revered it was amongst the newly damned who fell by his index point. He was kept alive in the dog-eat-dog (or pawn-eat-pawn) world to win - his destiny was set and decided by his strings - unhandled, they still danced to his father's discordant melody. An eye for an eye, a death for his death. Everyone's motto as a police officer, and everyone nodded with glazed over eyes, guns meticulously raised in the same position to unite and confront those who opposed.

Tsurugi joined and imposed the same until the fallen begged for mercy - lives beyond pawns like his. To save what is dear to them outside, to protect a friend, to help someone escape alone, God, make it stop.

Chess is supposed to be easy. One side was yours, the other belonged to your opponent. One side was light, one side was dark, malignancy and altruism decided in advance between them. One evil, one good.

The shades of the boards were polarised, Tsurugi's fingers skidding between the boundaries of good and evil down to the minute gradient separating them.

Alas, he was made a mockery of. Blackeneds were not Blackeneds, and the innocent were soon damned to hell, breaking Tsurugi.

Hairline fractures came in black, seeping and bleeding from his eyes, his mouth, when he pulled the trigger to end it, to cut the strings that jerked him up - to kill the deserved, when he was one all along.

Chess is supposed to be easy, and yet..

"I win again, Kinjo.. You're making this way too easy on me, you definitely could have won this game.. a while ago, now."

"Sorry. I just.. It doesn't feel right. Having a pawn go up against a queen.."

A pause.

"It's cruel."

3:07 ———————| -0:00

[armysantiny]

-[ nct dream: late-night headcanons

P: ot7 dream x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, headcanons | Inc: laughter, playing the guitar, cuddles, taking pictures, art, playing games with them, making ramen, coffee shop runs, Daegal, late-night ice cream bc I said so, I'm in love with boys can you tell??, star-gazing, learning Chinese with Renjun | Wc: 681 | W: food/drink | R: G

Minnie's Notes: Here you go my lovely @renjuns-grillfreind <3

Mark Lee | 이민형

Late nights with Mark are full of laughter and deep conversations about everything and nothing all at once. Eyes shut as you listen to him cover your favourite songs and embarrassed smiles while he teaches you how to play the guitar. Listening to the curated playlist he made for you while you lay together and watch the ceiling. Sneaking pictures of him without makeup, refusing to delete it because he looks pretty like that and pointing out every little feature you like about it. Hint; it’s everything.

Huang Renjun | 런줜

Twilight hours spent getting lost in various art projects together, watching over Jun’s shoulder as he finishes another one of his pieces. Deep conversations about the future and your goals; he promises to support you as much as humanly possible. Staying up over the phone for little Chinese language lessons while you both fight the urge to sleep. Tracing constellations in the night sky in the park with nothing else but coffee, blankets and all the time in the world. Late-night photoshoots against alleyways, laughing at how bad the picture came out while taking the best ones as shared wallpapers.

Lee Jeno | 이제노

Late nights spent looking at new desk setups and decorations for your shared gaming spaces. Laughing at Hyuck’s incessant yelling down the mics when you ‘accidentally’ let yourself get killed in-game to spend more time with Jeno away from the screen. Content smiles when he wraps his arms around you from behind while you’re making hot chocolates, his head buried in the crook of your neck. Constant discussions over adopting a puppy and all the aesthetic things the pair of you could do as pup-parents.

Lee Donghyuck | 이동혁

Staying up watching as he plays round after round with the others, chuckling as he shouts obscenities over his headphones. Filming Hyuck to use as ‘blackmail’ material in the group chat later on. Popping open a can for the pair of you when he finally finishes playing, the clock hits two am easily. Throwing a pillow in his face when he suggests something absolutely insane and laughing at his over-the-top offended face. Pretending to film that reality show he keeps talking about whenever he starts going off on one of his tangents. Sharing snacks while you bicker over what to watch and watching the same show for the nth time.

Na Jaemin | 나재민

Late night coffee runs where you gawk at the sheer amount of extra espresso shots he adds to his drink order. Running after him as he pulls you to the next 24/7 café he finds. Listening to him ramble about his day while you watch with an endeared smile because how does he still have all this energy? Waking up at unholy times because Jaemin’s calling you over to bake muffins with him. Enjoying your freshly made midnight snacks with a drama marathon wrapped under blankets.

Zhong Chenle | 천러

Falling asleep against his shoulder three dramas into your tv marathon, his hands gently laced through your hair. Playing with Daegal and struggling not to wake up the entire neighbourhood with your shared laughter, the small dog just too cute. Wandering the convenience store looking for the best midnight snack before settling on buying an entire bag full because no one could come up with a clear answer. Nibbling on the bag of snacks on the way home while ranting about each other’s day and making fun of his hyungs – with good intentions.

Park Jisung | 박지성

Waking up to Jisung pleading you to join him on one of his late-night craving-induced trips to the store to get ice creams. Laughing about your brain freezes while trying to down the frozen treats. Watching (read; supervising) him make ramen and applauding when he manages to not burn the kitchen down; his hyungs aren’t exactly keen on waking up to the smell of a burnt kitchen and a panicking Park Jisung. Eating said ramen by the balcony and watching the rain hit the ground outside. Counting as many graveyard shift workers making their way across the street and wondering what their day looks like. Laying in each other’s lap and relaxing while you play with each other’s hair.

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[inkykeiji]

do i make you scared? baby won’t you take me back

characters: dabi | todoroki touya, shigaraki tomura

genre: smut with a bit of angst sprinkled over it

notes: the second part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back. i’m really not kidding when i say this is almost entirely smut. uhhh virgin!tomura is a nasty nasty boy, please please please heed the warnings and stay safe! <3 | title credit: save that shit by lil peep

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), non-consensual branding (yes, branding in the sense that something is being burned into the skin), noncon/dubcon, dacryphilia, cheating, degradation/dumbification, emotional manipulation, cumplay/snowballing, cockwarming, size difference, generally toxic relationships

words: 7.1k

synopsis:

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost���desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back.

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To your surprise, you spend the rest of your night the day after the party texting Tomura, and every time your screen lights up with a message from him, it sends a whole flock of butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You should feel guilty, really, but you’ve never been in a situation like this before and it’s…exhilarating.

It’s risky, answering these texts when Touya’s a mere few feet from you, but it sends sparks shooting up your spine, the idea of getting caught doing something you’re definitely not supposed to, the very thought of how upset he’d be if he knew, making you feel giddy.

You guard your phone closely for the rest of the week, deleting messages exactly after you send them—Touya has taken it and gone through it in the past, so it wasn’t far-fetched to think he may try to do the same thing again. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice your nose in your phone, little giggles bubbling up from your chest as you responded to whatever was on the screen. You can see it in his eyes, the frustration building each and every time a soft laugh escapes your lips, eyes glimmering as you tap out a response.

You plan your impending visit strategically, in tandem with Tomura. He knows Touya’s unpredictable and seemingly ever-changing schedule better than you do, and you both know that there’s absolutely no way in hell Touya would ever willingly let you hang out with each other—he barely leaves the two of you alone when Tomura comes over to your house, so you can only imagine how livid he’d be if you even asked to go spend some time with him, just the two of you.

You wear your prettiest dress—Touya’s favourite dress, a deep, satiny crimson—two inches too short to be considered proper, the hem brushing your midthigh. It hides a pair of baby pink cotton panties you’re sure Tomura will like.

Your veins thrum with the combined mix of terror and anticipation as he lets you in, and the heady combination has your entire body trembling. Tomura gives you a look as you kick your shoes off, eyes narrowed as they scan your body.

“You comin’ down or something?”

“I-I’m not allowed drugs,” you admit meekly, eyes falling to your feet, toes wiggling a bit.

Tomura snorts, an amused little smirk on his lips as he mutters, “No, of course not,”

Long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, his cold touch making you jump, giving a slight yank as he begins leading you. He lives alone, in an apartment his father pays for—which is surprisingly much tidier than you expected—and you can’t help but look around curiously, eager to learn more about him, glazed eyes searching for hints in the empty takeout containers littering the counter, in the few articles of clothing strewn around the place.

Brows knit together when he bypasses his bedroom completely—the door wide open to reveal a large bed with blue sheets tangled at the bottom—and leads you to a living room with plush couches and an ornate rug you’re positive he didn’t pick out by himself. His fingers release, and he plops down on the floor, hands curling around a gaming controller. Scarlet eyes drift to you, up your legs and to your face, and you resist the urge to shiver under his intense gaze—you’re sure he can see straight up your dress from this angle.

But he does nothing except look at you expectantly, not breaking his stare until you finally sit down next to him, daintily tucking your knees under yourself.

Then he’s shoving an extra controller at you almost aggressively, the sudden motion pulling a gasp from your throat, making you flinch away.

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, pushing the controller at you again and shaking it a little in his hand, trying to entice you to take it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, or anything,”

“You…You’re—what?”

Tomura observes you carefully, scrutinizing now, eyes narrowing a little as they scan your face. You stare back at him dumbly, lips slightly parted. “What?” he snaps.

“But I thought—I mean, I want you to—”

“What?”

“That came out wrong,” you rush to say, shutting your eyes tightly in embarrassment. “What I mean is…Um, didn’t I come over so we can like, fuck?” your cheeks burn as you force the words out, ears ringing as blood rushes to your face, so loud you almost miss his sharp intake of breath.

Tomura’s eyes widen and he stares at you for a long moment before he checks his phone, scrolling through your messages. “You said…You wanted to play video games?”

You look at him, blinking in astonishment. “And you believed that?”

Tomura frowns a little, eyebrows knitting, slightly defensive. “Well, yeah?”

You’re at a loss for words as you stare back at the man sitting cross-legged in front of you, watching you closely. This is the guy Touya so desperately didn’t want you to be around?

Powerless to stop the little giggle that bubbles up in your throat, you inch towards him on your knees. “You’re kinda cute, y’know?”

Soft notes of tiger orchid and sweet sticky toffee waft over him, your body heat clinging to his skin as you settle beside him, thigh touching his knee. He seethes at you, and his fingers twitch around the controller, a hand moving to rake his nails against his neck.

You reach out, little fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away from his flesh.

“Do you want to?” you ask softly, gazing at him through your lashes, bringing his palm to rest over your breast.

“Are you stupid?” he spits, fingers instantly tightening the moment they meet satin, the strength of his grip making you gasp. “Of course I fucking want to. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to you? Christ,”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the confession, sparking a dull heat that begins to spread deep in the pit of your stomach. You’re flattered, even though you can hear Touya’s voice in the back of your mind, sharp and condescending, reprimanding you for being so easy.

“Yeah? What did you think about?” Your voice quivers a little as you ask the question, but that doesn’t stop his ruby eyes from darkening, his free hand dropping the controller to shamelessly rub at the bulge in his jeans.

“How cute your little cunt must be, how sweet it’d taste, how good those lips would feel wrapped around my cock as I fuck your throat,” his voice drops an octave as he speaks, low and dangerous as he kneads your breast hard—too hard, but adrenaline keeps the pain from registering.

He’s reaching for you now, pale hands pawing at your hips and dragging you over, forcing you to straddle his lap. A soft whimper falls from your lips as he instantly begins rolling his hips up, like he can’t bear to wait, fingers digging into your flesh as they hold you in place.

Neither can you, apparently, because you begin wiggling a little in his grasp, trying in vain to rut against him.

“You’re a little whore, huh? Even with a virgin, you can’t help but grind on a hard cock,” he smirks, lips at your ear. “A hard cock’s a hard cock I guess, makes no difference to you, greedy little slut,”

A mewl escapes your throat as you nod, hips pushing forcefully against his, grinding your little cunt against rough denim.

Wait, virgin?

“A v-virgin?”

“Yeah, lucky you,”

His words taper off into a growl, vibrating in his chest, hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and roughly pull your face to his, lips crashing into yours. You emit a soft, startled noise into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily, tongue forcing its way through your parted lips and into your mouth, commanding your own tongue into submission almost instantaneously.

It’s nothing like kissing Touya. Your body follows your tongue, melting into him. Fingers grip your jaw, pressing crescent indents into the skin as he guides your head to exactly where he wants it to go.

It isn’t romantic. It’s harsh, and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back and revealing your arched neck to him. His lips trail down the column of your throat, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in their wake.

“I wanna fuck you already,” he whines a little, aggressively thrusting against your clothed core. You moan out an affirmative noise, nodding.

“One rule,” you breathe out.

“Hmm? And what’s that?” his lips are against your neck, tongue painting it in glistening saliva with slow, languid strokes.

“No marks,” you yelp out just as his teeth sink into your skin. It stings, Tomura keeping his mouth latched onto your neck for a few seconds, teeth buried in the soft flesh. His tongue laves over the mark before pulling away completely, and a shiver crawls up your spine as the bite is exposed to the cool air.

He’s giggling into your shoulder, nipping at the skin superficially. “Oops,”  

“Tomura!” you whine, making no effort to pull his lips from your neck. “Touya’s going to murder me,”

He laughs again, pulling back and rolling his eyes. “And, what? He isn’t already going to kill you for fucking someone else?”

There isn’t a moment to respond, though, not a second to try and explain how weird Touya gets about marks in particular, because then he’s crushing his lips to yours again, hard, fervent, bruising.

“Gonna cum soon if you don’t fucking do something,” he practically snarls into your mouth.

The very thought of Tomura cumming in his pants just from a few minutes of dry humping makes your entire stomach flutter, a flash of pure confidence surging in your chest as involuntary words tumble from your mouth.

“Oh?” you murmur, breath hot against his lips. “Something? Like this?” you begin gyrating your hips in tiny, quick circles, giggling at the groan you rip from his throat.

And Tomura hates how fucking innocent you sound, gazing at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips and a sinful little smile.

“Stop,” it’s supposed to be a command, an order, but it comes out as a broken whine, his hands latching onto your hips again as he forces you to move even faster, rocking into you.

“Doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” you pout a little and he huffs out a curse.

It’s intoxicating, to be in a position of power like this. It isn’t your favourite—you’re much too shy and indecisive to be in a role like this all the time—but the novelty of it excites you nonetheless. Touya never lets you do anything like this, hates being teased with a passion, but Tomura seems to enjoy it, like it’s some sort of game to him.

“Little bitch,” he breathes out, though his forehead is resting against yours, eyes shut, soft grunts spilling from his throat.

“C’mon, Tomura,” you whimper, and now it sounds like you’re the one begging. “Make a mess in your pants for me? P-Pretty please?”

That’s all it takes to have his hips stilling, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he grips you tightly, holding you in place and forcing you to grind against him ever-so-slightly as his cock throbs and twitches in his jeans.

You expect him to push you off immediately after, to shout and berate you for such behaviour, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back against the bottom of the couch, arms encircling your waist and bringing you with him.

It must be uncomfortable, to sit in those soiled jeans filled with cum, but he doesn’t seem to care, more interested in exploring your mouth with his tongue as you kiss lazily. You don’t mind, although your clit is aching and swollen, pussy fluttering around nothing every so often as his fingers explore your body, kneading your ass and tweaking nipples, your panties soaked all the way through and sticking to you unpleasantly.

And it’s due to this that your hips still manage to rock against his in minuscule movements that are more teasing than anything else, little micro-circles that have your drenched cunt grinding gently against wet denim.

It seems he has an impossibly short refraction period because, before long, his cock’s hard again, pressing up into your clothed hole. You whimper his name into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lips red and puffy, shining with saliva.  

“Take my cock out,” he instructs, voice stern despite his slight breathlessness. You crawl off his lap and do as your told, popping the button, tugging the zipper down and pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He lifts his hips just enough to aid you in dragging them down to his thighs, cock springing free.

“Clean it up,”

It’s covered in cum, so much cum—too much cum, more than is normal—glistening in the low light of the living room. It twitches a little under your gaze, as if to say get on with it already, so you wrap a hand around the base and bring the head to your lips.

You start with kitten licks, tongue tracing around the head and playing with the slit, pulling a deep, throaty moan from him.

“Don’t—Don’t swallow it,” he rasps. “Clean me up and keep all my cum in your mouth,”

It’s difficult—his cum is much more bitter than Touya’s, and you gag a few times as it settles on your tongue, marinating in your mouth. You try your best to hold it in your cheeks and away from your tastebuds, working as quickly as possible as you lap it up, gazing up at him with teary eyes when you’re finished.

“What a good girl,” he spits in a patronizing tone, like it’s an insult. “Kiss me,”

It’s a demand you have no choice but to obey, a hand rooting in your hair and yanking you up to face him.

He all but smashes your lips together, fingers still wrapped tightly in your hair, holding you in place. His tongue forces its way through your lips and you greet it eagerly, desperate to get his cum out of your mouth.

Except he doesn’t let you pull away after you’ve passed the majority of his cum to him, the bitter taste still stinging your tongue. No, he uses the fist tangled in your hair to keep you still as he shoves his tongue into your mouth again, transferring the cum—now watered down a little with his saliva—into the warm cavern yet again.

You whine, and he chuckles, lips spreading into a grin against yours.

“Swallow it,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to watch your expression as you force it down your throat, face souring, eyes squeezed shut as your lips pucker just a little. “Open, lemme see,”

Your mouth falls open obediently, little droplets of water clinging to your lashes as you gaze up at him, waiting for approval.

“Good,” he practically purrs, eyes darkening as his fingers caress your face. “Now I want to fuck you,”

You’re nodding, but he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, beginning to manhandle you into the position he wants before he’s even finished speaking. The oriental rug is soft against your cheek as he presses your face to the ground, hands curling around your hips as he hoists them up.

“What cute little panties,” he breathes, dragging a finger along your clothed slit before yanking the material down to your knees.

It stings a little as he practically shoves his cock into your sopping cunt, not bothering to stretch you out—you’re not even sure if he knows he’s supposed to—but you’re wet enough that the breach is relatively easy, and the burning fades quickly as your little hole adjusts to the girth of his cock.

He begins thrusting immediately, and he’s rough, overeager, uncoordinated, the vicious snaps of his hips uneven and sloppy.

Truthfully, he’s only using you as a hole the first time, but you don’t mind—not really, anyway. Blazing sapphire sears through your mind, and you think about how furious Touya would be if he knew, if he could see the way you’re degrading yourself, letting yourself be reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for a nasty virgin to desperately hump away at, sacrificing your own pleasure for his.

Touya would never.

To Touya, making you cum is half the fun. He gets a rush from it, gets high off the way you go absolutely fucking stupid from his fingers and cock, how quickly he can turn your brain to soup, rendering you a dumb little blabbering mess only capable of whining out the words niichan and Touya-nii. It feeds his ever-growing ego.

But Tomura is eager to please in a different way. He’s more selfish than Touya, sure, but he’s keen to learn all he can, curious and committed.

And, once he finally gets the hang of it, confident, too.

His thrusts gain more finesse as he fucks you, but he’s unable to keep up any steady rhythm, the tight fluttering of your pussy every time he grazes a specific spot inside of you making his hips stutter, forcing needy, guttural groans from his throat.

He cums quick—not that you expect any less from a virgin—with a deep growl of your name that has your stomach swooping, cunt throbbing around him again as he fills you with thick, burning cum.

You’re exhausted by the end of it, abused body melting into the lush carpet as your cunt throbs desperately, his cum slowly oozing out of it. Tomura snorts as he looks down at you, gentle hands tugging your panties down the rest of your legs and removing them completely, discarding them a few feet away.

“Up you go,” he’s murmuring as hands snake under your armpits and haul you up. You mumble his name and he hushes you, collapsing heavily on the couch with you still in his arms. Strong hands manhandle you into straddling his lap again, leaking pussy pressed against his softening cock.

The television hums to life, quiet main menu music floating through the room as the soft clicking of buttons sounds behind you.

You should go home now. You know you should. You’ve done what you came here to do, and now you should be leaving.

Should, should, should.

But Tomura’s so warm, and you’re so tired, muscles aching despite the fact that he did most of the work.

“Rest,” he instructs quietly when you begin to whine into his neck, fingers preoccupied with unwrapping a piece of watermelon bubblegum.

He’s so much softer than you expected—disgusting, but soft—and you can’t believe you spent months being terrified of him. You know this is probably the last time you’ll be able to see him in a long time—a fact that produces an inexplicable ache deep in your chest—so you allow yourself bask in the moment, just for a little, you promise yourself.

You obey his gentle command, snuggling up against him and permitting yourself to drift in and out of consciousness to the sound of aliens being killed and aggressive button smashing.

But then something hard is poking you—you aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting here for now, long enough for Tomura to power through a few matches, at least—and that blistering heat flares again, beginning to coil tight in your tummy.

You shift a little, an involuntary whine slipping from your lips.

“What is it?” Tomura asks, eyes never straying from the screen, fingers never pausing. “You wanna sit on my cock, baby?”

Christ, yes. You mumble into his shoulder, nodding and rolling your hips in response.

He chuckles—a low, quiet sound rattling around in his chest—and allows you to sink down on him again, captivated by the soft moan you emit as you do so, crimson eyes gleaming and breathing slightly laboured.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters when his avatar on the screen gets shot, redirecting his attention.

And it’s…it’s nice. Surprisingly nice. He’s cozy, and comfy, his breathing slow and even with every rise of his chest, despite the alien shrieks coming from the TV behind you. He smells like cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon with just a hint of cedarwood, and you inhale deeply, letting the scent fill your lungs.

Touya rarely lets you cockwarm him; Touya doesn’t have the patience, Touya doesn’t have the time. You fall into a state halfway between asleep and awake, hips rocking against Tomura just enough to keep him hard, just enough to have you whimpering into his neck.

He could get used to this, he tells you. The confession is soft, a private little thought that just kinda slips out, mindlessly falling from his lips, but you could, too, you think.

It’s intimate, which is odd, considering you barely know him, used to be frightened of him. But it’s such a refreshing contrast to Touya’s intense, scalding flame.

Eventually, though, it isn’t enough, the teasing’s too much, and you need more.

Gazing up at him with glittering eyes, you begin to trail your lips up his neck, over his self-inflicted scars, slowly, hesitantly.

He inhales sharply, jumping a little in surprise, and you freeze, terrified you might’ve overstepped some invisible boundary you were not previously aware of.

“Keep going,” he whines, a little petulantly, hips wiggling against yours.

Lips resuming their ministrations, you place gentle, chaste kisses up the column of his throat and along his jaw, delighting in each soft sigh you manage to pull from him. The game playing on the TV suddenly halts, Tomura throwing the controller on the couch cushion next to you before large hands cup your face in a tender way you did not think him capable of.

Your mouths slot together, kissing messily, saliva glistening on your chins as you pass his watermelon gum back and forth between yourselves. It’s kinda gross, kinda filthy, juvenile and sloppy, but it’s fun, has the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths, a little breathless from it all.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmur, almost shyly, against his slippery lips.

“Yeah?” he rasps, just barely bouncing you in his lap. “You wanna use my cock to get off?”

“Yes, please,” the plead comes out as a pathetic whimper, and you squirm impatiently.

Finally, finally you get to cum. In this position, you have leverage over the angle of your hips, able to situate yourself just right, so his cockhead nudges exactly where you want it to.

He does nothing this time, just leans back and watches you with those dark, half-lidded scarlet eyes, hands idly exploring your thighs, occasionally raking his nails down them. He’s in a trance as he gazes at you, mesmerized by the way your eyes are starting to roll back, by the way each drag of his cock against that spot has you keening, by the way his name leaves your lips in broken little whines that have him gasping in response.

Your hips speed up, and you’re desperate, so desperate to cum, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders through his thin t-shirt.

“Gonna—” he starts, breathless. “Gonna cum?”

You nod a little frantically as eager hips rock against him, his hands finally finding your waist and helping you move.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Wanna feel you,”

And it’s his begging that does it, that finally sends you over the edge, pussy clenching around him, convulsing almost painfully and gushing on his cock with a sharp cry of his name. He follows immediately after, painting your insides with hot cum as a curse hitches in his chest.

Your body collapses against him, going pliant and boneless as you both pant. Everything feels heavy—you haven’t had an orgasm that intense in a while—and the absolute last thing you want to do is get up and walk home.

Tomura can sense it. He can feel it in the way your fingers are knotting in his t-shirt, in the way your hips try to scoot forward, chest pressed against his tightly, and he wraps an arm around you, trying to keep you close for just a minute more.

Silence blankets the room as the two of you calm your breathing. You’ve been anticipating a certain sense of awkwardness to finally wash over you all night, but it never comes. Instead, it’s pleasant, and you hum a little, nuzzling your face into Tomura’s shoulder as skinny fingers brush through your hair.

“I don’t wanna go,” you say, and it’s so quiet, muffled by the material of his shirt, that he barely hears it. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to.

“Just stay,” he mumbles, resting his chin atop your head. “Text your dad some bullshit, or whatever,”

You want to. You’re surprised at how much you desperately want to.

“Touya will kill me,”

“Touya’s gonna kill ya either way, sweetheart,”

You suppose that’s true. Neither of you tricked yourselves into thinking that you’d actually get away with this. Touya will know the moment he sees you, will probably be able to smell Tomura all over you, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care, not in that moment, not when Tomura’s so comfy and you’re so sleepy and it’s all just nice.

Good, you think. It’s about time he gets a taste of how much stuff like this hurts.

And so you find yourself crawling into his bed, in one of his t-shirts, with bruises in the shape of his fingertips rapidly blossoming, heat seeping into your cheeks when he tells you he thinks you look cute in his clothes.

He latches onto you the moment you’ve settled into his mattress, long arms encircling your waist and dragging you towards him. One of your legs slots between his, and you have to stifle a giggle.

“Hard again, Tomura?”

“Shut up,” he says, no heat to his voice. “Can’t help it,”

His words echo your own, three simple words you’ve said so many times to Touya, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Not my fault you’re too hot,” he continues, grumbling into your neck.

Honestly, you didn’t peg him as a cuddler, and maybe he isn’t—maybe he just wants to grind and hump against your thigh—but you welcome the warmth of his body nonetheless.

It doesn’t bother you, although it probably should, as he ruts against you, tiny broken moans and high, breathy whines being exhaled against your neck. But it’s so new, all of this is so new to you, and curiosity clouds your better judgement. While you’re pretty sure you should be shoving him away, reprimanding him for such behaviour, positive that’s what any normal person would do, you don’t. Little fingers thread in his hair instead, carding through silvery-blue fluffy tufts, reveling in the groan it pulls from him.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, thick and sticky in his boxers, the material wet against your thigh. You’re impressed, both by how easily he cums, and how much he cums. You want to tell him, want to tease him about it a little, let him know you think it’s cute, but heavy, hazy fatigue begins to wash over you, and you fall asleep to Tomura’s soft breaths mingled with the sound of you phone buzzing, over and over and over again.

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Your phone’s dead when you wake sometime in the early afternoon, and for that, you’re thankful. Anxiety floods your stomach, bubbling up in your chest acidly as you think about what’ll be waiting for you when you recharge it.

Tomura walks you to the door, which you find to be very odd behaviour, but sweet nonetheless, and watches carefully as you slip on your shoes.

“Uh, text me later, okay?” He sounds unsure for the first time since you’ve been with him, and your expression softens.

“I will, if Touya doesn’t take my phone away,”

And you pretend to miss the look on his face, the way his eyebrows knit as a hand comes to scratch idly at his neck, the way he looks almost worried. It’s fine. You’ll be fine.

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He knows. The moment you step foot through the front door, he knows.

You knew he would, but it doesn’t make the glare scathing your skin any less terrifying.

He’s on you in an instant—you didn’t even know humans could move that fast—pinning you to the drywall, large hands wrapped around your wrists and forcing them above your head, keeping you trapped.

“You little slut,”

Unexpected anger flares in your chest, even though tears are already beginning to collect in your eyes, and you squirm in his grasp.

“I fuck one other person, and I’m the slut?”

You gasp the moment the words leave your lips, wide eyes searching his face and shaking your head frantically, would slap your hands over your mouth if they weren’t currently secured in his bruising grip against the wall.

The look he gives you is absolutely petrifying, blue eyes darker than the ocean—so dark they almost look black—his stare cold and hard as stone, sending sharp spikes of ice up your spine.

“You fucking reek of him,” he spits, face screwing up in disgust. You’re sure you do, too, after spending a good twelve hours in his bed, almost positive you can smell him in your hair, the remnants of cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon clinging to you.

Patronizing eyes rake over you, zeroing in on the violet that’s bloomed on your neck. His nostrils flare as he stares at it, breath beginning to come in rapid, uneven huffs. His eyes slowly drift back to yours, an unreadable expression settling on his face.

It’s shock, and disbelief, and rage, and…and sadness? It passes too quickly for you to even tell, and then he’s pulling your wrists down callously, still gathered in his hand, and dragging you towards his room.

He all but throws you on his bed face first, breathing harsh and erratic as he exhales forcefully through his nose and climbs on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. A large hand wraps itself in your hair and tugs, forcing your upper body to arch.

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back. Sure, he’s furious beyond belief, looks like he could kill you right here, right now, with his bare fucking hands—but he’s also extremely upset, if the slight quiver present in his voice is any indication.

“Yes,” you wheeze out. If it made him feel even an ounce of the emotional turmoil he’s put you through with his whores, then yes, it was absolutely worth it.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” his voice is low, threatening, calm. It’s disturbing, how quickly he can switch, and a chill of unease settles deep in your bones—once Touya stops with his growls and snarls, once his voice becomes monotonous and almost serene in a way, that’s when you know he’s really angry.

Shoving your head down into the mattress, he tells you to stay fucking put as he gets up and wanders over to his desk. He returns to the bed moments later with a tool that vaguely resembles a pen, hand tangling in your hair again as he pulls you up.

“You know what this is?”

You shake your head as best you can.

“It’s a soldering iron,” his voice is still composed and collected, sounding almost as if he’s explaining something to a child, but there’s a malevolent glint in his eye, a look you’ve never seen before. “It gets really, really hot. I just so happened to be warming one on my desk,”

He says it so nonchalantly, as if this is an object one would regularly keep in their bedroom or on their desk.

“It’s not supposed to be used on skin,” he shrugs a little, twirling the tool between his fingers. “But today, I think we’ll make an exception,”

“What?”

“Head down, ass up,” he instructs sternly, pushing your head into his pillows.

“Touya, wait—” you start, the rest of your sentence muffled by the sheets. His hand gives one firm shove—a warning to stay down—and then he begins shuffling around on the bed.

Careful to keep your cheek pressed hard against the pillow, you turn your head just enough to speak.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Your voice is trembling, thick with tears, dense anxiety building in your chest.

“I’m going to burn my name into your pretty little ass,” he responds simply as he positions himself behind you, yanking your panties midway down your thighs and sitting back on his heels. “A nice, pretty, permanent mark so you, and everyone else, never forget who you fucking belong to,”

“No!” you gasp, beginning to lift your head only to have him force it back into the pillow with a snarl. “No, Tou—niichan, I-I’ll do anything, please—”

“No, no, no, baby,” he says over your senseless babbling, voice almost gentle, thumb caressing your silky skin. “Don’t squirm, now,” he chides. “If you squirm, my hand might slip, and I might burn other parts of your body. We don’t want that, do we? Be a good girl for niichan and sit still,”

And so you do. You should feel ashamed, pathetic, revolted that he’s able to manipulate you so easily, that he knows exactly how to turn you into putty to be molded and shaped as he pleases, even when he’s about to sear his name into your skin.

It burns unlike anything you’ve ever felt before as he carefully carves his name into the supple flesh, saying the letters out loud as he does so. It’s a unique, stinging-stabbing type of pure agony, one that sends sharp pain radiating up to your lower back and down your thigh.  

Fingers curl in his dark sheets as you sob into his bed—chest-wracking sobs that have your entire body trembling, chest-wracking sobs that you so desperately try to hold back and swallow, to stay still, to be good for your niichan. Touya tells you to be happy, be grateful, that the temperature of his iron goes up so high.

“Otherwise, I would’ve had to go over it several times in order to make it really stick,”

It’s over quickly, though, a mere fifteen minutes later and he’s cleaning it with rubbing alcohol and gently taping thick gauze over it and uses this opportunity to take your panties off entirely.

“Good girl,” he praises as he hoists you up, manhandling you to straddle his spread thighs, careful of your now very sensitive bottom. “You did so good for niichan,”

And you can’t stand the way your heart weakly flutters at his praise. You can’t stand the way you instinctually bury your head in his chest, tiny fists forming in the material of his t-shirt as you wail, can’t stand the way he is still the only one you want comforting you.

His cock is hard through his jeans, and you can feel it pressing into your core as he shifts a little under you. It’s humiliating, but you’re powerless to stop your hips from moving in subtle little circles, grinding your cunt against the rough denim. And he lets you do it for a little, too, tender fingers petting your hair as he soothes your sobs, taming them to little sniffles and hiccups.

“Niichan’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks softly, murmuring against your scalp, voice almost sickly sweet.

It takes you a moment to respond, eventually nodding your head.

A smirk spreads across his lips and he instructs you to get up, tapping the side of your thigh.

You lift yourself, walking back on your knees and giving him enough room to free his aching cock from the confines of his jeans before his hands find your hips again, dragging you back.

“Baby,” he breathes as his fingers spread your folds, his eyes darkening in a manner much different than before. “Already wet for me?”

Cheeks burning with shame, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, whimpering a little as he pushes a finger into you.

“Don’t tell me,” he gasps tauntingly, voice dripping with artificial surprise. “You didn’t like being branded, did you?”

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head quickly. No, it wasn’t the branding that did it—not really, anyway. It was the aftercare. It was Touya’s cold hands gently tending to your injured bottom, Touya pulling you into his lap as he praised you and dropped kisses to the crown of your head, Touya getting hard from the punishment, from permanently searing his name into your flesh.

You should be disgusted with yourself, with how eager you are, hips wiggling a little only a few moments later as you whine out softly, “Niichan, cock,”

“Impatient,” he huffs. “Don’t get bratty with me now, you were doing so well,”

A pout forms on your face, still hidden in his shoulder.

“Jus’ want it so bad,” you mumble against him, beginning to slur your words. “Please, Touya-nii?”

He hums to himself, makes you beg just a little bit more, reveling in the way your voice begins to get desperate, all high and needy as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers, whimpering and begging with pathetic little please, niichan?’s.

“Is this how you want it? Huh? Wanna ride niichan?”

Mewling a little, you nod, rolling your hips into his palm.

“Words, sweetheart,”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “W-Wanna ride you,”

Finally, he gives it to you, lets you sink down on his cock, watching the way you wince as it stretches you, expression contradicted by your soft moans.

He forces you to begin bouncing immediately, doesn’t allow you to set the pace—he never does—smirking at those little pained cries spilling from your throat, though whether they’re because his cock or the five letters freshly burned into your skin, he isn’t sure. Maybe both; probably both.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, tone condescending. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, the threat of tears stinging your eyes.

“Yeah? Yeah?” his voice mimics yours, pitched high and whiny. “I bet it fucking does,”

A hand travels down to grope your ass—specifically, the cheek with the brand—squeezing hard as fingers dig into your skin. You cry out, tears finally leaking from your eyes, chest hitching as you sob out, “Touya-nii,”

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” he says in your ear, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you ever go fuck another man because you’re mad at me, do you understand?”

Heat begins to coil tightly in your stomach at his smooth, dark voice. “Y-Yes,”

“Promise me,” he growls, grip tightening on your ass.

“I promise,” you’re weeping as he gives one more harsh squeeze, pain scorching through your backside, a loud yelp escaping your lips.

“Bet his cock didn’t feel as good as mine,” he sneers in your ear, panting a little. “Wasn’t as big as mine, didn’t fill you up the way mine does,”

“No, no, no,” you’re chanting in time with his thrusts, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Probably could—” a low groan cuts him off as your pussy flutters around him. “Could never make you cum the way I do,”

A loud whine rips from your throat, your head nodding as he continues his relentless thrusts up into you, never once faltering. Adrenaline and endorphins rush through your veins, high off the heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

“N-Niichan,” you gasp, nails digging into his flesh through the material of his thin t-shirt. “Niichan,”

“Gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna make a mess all over niichan’s cock?” he’s asking breathlessly, slamming into you at a rapid pace and using his thighs for more leverage, hands gripping your hips.

“Uh-huh,”

“Do it, then,” he commands hoarsely. “Cum on your niichan’s cock,”

And you do, helplessly, incapable of disobeying a direct order, creaming so hard your vision blanks for a second, overwhelmed by the extreme, potent mix of pain and pleasure crashing over you.

“Who do you belong to?” Touya’s nearly keening now, hips jackhammering, making your body twitch and shudder with every sharp thrust into your sensitive pussy.

“You,”

“Tell me again,”

“I belong to you, niichan,”

And those five simple words—those five simple words have him cumming hard, hips stilling and cockhead pressed firmly against your cervix, filling your cute little cunt with his seed as broken curses fall from his lips.

You’re both panting, covered in a thin, sheen layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and little droplets of tears still glistening on your lash line. He all but collapses back against the bed, taking you with him, cock still buried inside of you.

“And I’m yours,” he whispers into your hair, hugging you tightly—too tightly—to his heaving chest. “I’m yours,”

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, you wonder if you’re destined to play this game for the rest of your lives.

He’s yours.

Are you stuck with him now, forever?

He’s yours.

Will you every get married? Ever get the chance to date someone else?

He’s yours.

Do you even want to?

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, knowing he’s yours, do you even want any of that?

No. With your head resting against his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breaths, slender fingers combing through your sweaty hair, you realize that this is all you want.

He’s yours, and you’re his, and that is enough.

[peace-for-levi]

And They Were 'Just' Roomates? [Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader]

Synopsis: Levi and reader are roommates and he is stuck with his feelings while you are dating Zeke Jaeger. Two years after graduating university, they now live together and Levi is still stuck pining for you whilst you're with Zeke... until you break up.

Tw: alcohol consumption, reader is a drunk, emotional mess, some drunk making out, levi being a diehard SIMP and Zeke being kind of an asshole.

This was part of july prompt event 'Roommates', hosted by @anlian-aishang ! thanks for hosting this!

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From fellow students, to friends, to work colleagues, to roommates and… well, that was it, right?

Levi Ackerman walked down the hallway of the apartment, his hands trailing against the architrave. Leather satchel was thrown around his shoulder that was full to the brim of English papers and his other hand had a glass of water. He was wearing a buttoned up blue shirt and grey slacks and his nice shoes. One would say he was dressed nicely… but could the same be said about his roommate?

“[F/n].” He called out to you through the door after knocking.

It was Friday morning, and anyone would be in a good mood on a Friday, right?

Wrong; not you, anyway. After what happened last night, you traipsed into the apartment late at night and the sight of you made Levi stand up from the sofa and pause the nature documentary he was blindly watching while correcting papers. You walked through the door with the spaghetti straps of your dress hanging down your shoulders, your mascara dripping down your face from your tears and your eyes red-raw as you continued to gasp in massive strokes.

It was an ever-evolving situation with your ex, Zeke. He had grown increasingly angrier and more jealous of your living situation with your friend. Loads of fights and resentment from him towards you and the raven-haired man you lived with had you questioning your feelings towards him. And perhaps towards the end, your love for him had run out… You don’t know how they zapped up so quickly; you and Zeke had once considered marriage and a life together, and it was going well even when you and Levi moved in together initially. After all, Zeke was over at your apartment basically all the time.

And perhaps he noticed the way the raven-haired man looked at you, or the way his hand rested on your shoulder a bit too much, or the way he had your takeaway order memorised.

Perhaps he had figured out Levi’s secret feelings for you…

But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt when he dumped you in public last night. At you two’s favourite café. At the place of your first date.

And so you wandered in late last night sobbing your heart out, instantly throwing yourself onto the couch next to Levi, despite you knowing he wasn’t the most touchy-feely person out there. Still, to your surprise, he wrapped his arms around you after a few seconds and rubbed your back in circles as you cried. You looked and felt disgusting; fat teardrops and snot dripping down your face, and yet he still chose to hug you

He was just such a kind person. Such a kind friend. A kind roommate.

He wasn’t an idiot. He had been listening to you cry yourself to sleep for the past month now, watching you intently type away on your phone when you two were probably having another fight. He heard you crying and yelling over the phone during arguments from your bedroom. After all, he had his failed relationships too. He knew the process and the path this was taking. And you were there at his side when his relationships had failed.

Being roommates and teachers at the same school did have its perks. Levi had rang ahead of you and told your principal you were taking a sick day.

Levi sighed when you hadn’t opened the door. He wasn’t running late by any means, but he loved to be early. Loved it.

They’re alive… right? Yeah, of course, he said to himself. He leaned down onto the door handle - hands being full and all - and pushed inside.

Curtains were drawn shut, your takeaway from last night knocked over on your desk, teddies and various gifts from the relationship were torn apart on the floor… Levi did his best to walk around every obstacle in his way until he came across the bundle of sheets and blankets. He walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down. He peered down at the floor below him and saw all the tissues you had tossed out over the side.

You wasted the entire box of tissues - the lavender scented tissues and that were his favourite! - but he’d lecture you another time. You were clearly not having a good time.

“[F/n]...” he called out gently. You shrivelled up in response and he sighed for the umpteenth time. “Will you at least crawl out of your blanket prison and drink some water? Damn it, I can’t have you getting dehydrated from your crying last night.”

Oh, but he couldn’t resist the urge to lecture you even the tiniest bit!

“And you used all my good tissues… Erwin got those for me.”

“Erwin can take those tissues and shove them up his ass!” you yelled.

Levi’s face softened at the fact you were still so miserably looking. You didn’t show it on your face - in fact, you looked totally emotionless and empty - and you didn’t respond to his advances. He peeled away the covers and saw you lying in a fetal position clutching your phone, eyes staring at the text messages intently. He snatched your phone and typed in the PIN - you two were that close that you knew each other’s PINs - and he saw you had been texting Zek And he had sent a few messages back.

Zeke: You still don’t know why I dumped you? Are you that slow?

Zeke: I have seen the way he looks at you. I have seen the way you look at him and the way you smile at him. You two are so-called ‘roommates’ but don’t pretend I have forgotten you two’s history in college! How can you two ever expect to be just roommates?! Never contact me again. What a damn waste of two whole fucking years.

The raven-haired man shook his head and he made the decision for you to block his number and delete all media and traces of him from your phone.

“You’re not texting him anymore,” he told you, “He wasn’t good for you. He was never going to be good for you, [F/n].”

Your hand reached out for your phone and you plugged it back in to charge it and you rose from your lying position. Good heavens, you looked… not good. The bra you had worn to bed was poking out of your camisole and your hair was a mess. Levi reached forward and pulled the strap up, being careful to not let his hands linger too long.

You didn’t seem to be in the mood for talking, and he didn’t blame you. He was just trying to look out for you, as a roommate… right?

He pressed down on his knees as he stood up and stretched. He reached down for his leather satchel and told you when he’d be back and to try not to let this take up more of your sick days. “Drink your damn water, too.” He warned.

Levi left with a ruffle of your hair and you collapsed back into bed, pulling the covers back over you. He procured his blazer from the coat hanger that he normally wore over a button-up and put it on. He felt around for the keys and wallet in his pocket and hurried down the stairs to the carpark. He opened the door to the car and buried his face in his palms.

Was he really not that subtle? Had Zeke seen through it all?

How could he help himself… not when he had been hiding his feelings for you for over two years now… He thought that by being roommates and by living with you, he secretly hoped your living styles would conflict, or you two may not have clashed as friends but maybe living together would be too difficult…

...Or was that all an excuse just to be closer to you? After all, you were two freshly out of college looking for an apartment each, but when he told you he found a nice enough place that was decently priced - and how he was your best friend - how could you say no?

Levi wasn’t one to fake innocence or naivety; he knew exactly what Zeke was referring to when. By which you two had drunkenly hooked up four times throughout your degree. And so started the intense feelings he had for you.

He remembered his feelings started out so innocently. You two were in the same education programme and you took a few modules together and naturally by spending more and more time together, you two got closer. Feelings developed and were repressed time and time again. You’d go out together all the time on walks in the middle of the night or grab a drink at the end of exams, but by not giving this a label, nothing came out of it. You two were just hanging out - not dating - and over time, you convinced yourself that that was all you two would ever be: just friends. Friends with feelings for each other, but friends nevertheless.

And this worked until you two got obscenely drunk at your twenty-first birthday party in your dorm, and woke up in the same bed together the following morning, clothes strewn about and his muscular arms wrapped around you.

And you both told yourselves that it would never happen again, and that it was a one-time thing. That you two would remain friends and never cross that boundary ever again.

Until it happened again not too long after… and again and again and again.

And you two both knew the last time that you two weren't even all that drunk…

He shook his head. No, he couldn’t allow this to clog up his mind and leave him feeling mentally congested. But of course his mind couldn’t help but wander to how good you looked - not including today - or how kind you were. And he recounted the sounds you made and the way you moulded to his touch those few times.

Fuck, I’m in too deep, he says to himself as he begins to drive.

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By the time the clock ticked five in the evening, he checked his phone again having not checked it for a few hours. He was sitting in his car now and removed his blazer. He was sitting in the private teachers’ carpark but that didn’t stop a few people knocking on his car window. He would get startled initially but he would give a lazy wave of his palm.

[F/n] [L/n]: Hey Levi. Sorry for all the tears last night. But a few friends have invited me out to get my mind off of… everything. I’ll be heading out at around 5 for a meal and then I’ll be back a few hours after that I think!

Levi shrugged. At least you told him you were going out so he didn’t have to worry.

Alright, see you then and be careful. Don’t lose your keys while you’re out, he texted back.

A notification came through right away.

[F/n] [L/n]: You’re too mean! :( You have no faith in me bestie?

He rolled his eyes. No, he texted back and put his phone onto the phone holder and headed home. He was happy you managed to crawl out of bed as it is, never mind you heading out with your friends. This would do you some good. You normally hung around with the same friends from college too and he knew they’d take care of you in this more fragile state.

Good, he didn’t have to worry about you not eating properly - because, no, Ben and Jerry’s did not count as a meal - or you staying in your duvet prison. He could go home and relax and watch his favourite series he was watching. Perhaps he’d order food or do some yoga…

Wow, he was so easily pleased.

Normally you would text your roommate every couple of hours or so. By 10PM rolled around and no update from you, he eyed his phone and placed it down again. You were fine, surely. He just needed to know you still had your keys so that he didn’t have to stay up waiting for you.

They’re fine, hopefully, and I’m getting tired, he said to himself, his eyes fluttering shut. He reclined onto the sofa more, head connecting with one of the plump cushions and sleep overcame him for a short while.

Or so he thought.

He woke up again when he heard a crowd of young people parading outside the alleyway where his apartment block was located. He inhaled sharply and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm and leaned over to check his phone. Damn, still no update from you.

He stood up from the couch and knocked on your bedroom door. “[F/n]?” he called out. No answer.

Okay, clearly it was more than just a meal. You were probably out drinking. No, he wasn’t going to fret.

You didn’t drink too often, but if you were ever emotional while drinking, you were definitely wild and more prone to danger. As soon as the intrusive thoughts began, his phone began to ring. He could feel his palms sweating already. He wiped them off the slacks of his pants he had not changed out of and answered the phone.

“H-Hello? [F/n]?”

“Hi, this is Levi, right?” the female voice came. A little bit slurred but the person seemed okay. “We took a few classes together in college, it’s Christa Lenz.”

“Ah, Christa, yes. Is [F/n] alright?”

Christa seemed hesitant at first. “Um, well… no. Not really. We had a meal and whatever and they were fine then, and then another girl, Sasha, suggested a few drinks. [F/n] seemed up for it and it was all going okay. A bit tipsy but they--”

“Get to the fucking point.” He snapped.

“--[F/n] saw Zeke enter the bar around an hour ago, and they panicked and drank a lot more… Like they downed seven shots already.”

“Is [F/n] okay? Are they awake or conscious?”

“I mean… we’re outside Trost Bar now not too far from your place, but we’re sitting down because they feel nauseous standing. That, and they’re crying a lot. Uh. They’re kind of a mess right now.”

Christa didn’t hear Levi say anything else, but once she heard the footsteps, the door opening and the jingling of keys, she knew he was on his way. Levi momentarily stopped and ran back inside your apartment and grabbed a bottle of water, some painkillers, an empty shopping bag in case you needed to get sick and a few other essentials. He raced back down to his car as fast as his legs could carry him to rush and collect you.

He stepped on the gas. Thankfully, Trost bar was no more than a ten minute drive away but that didn’t mean he was going to take his sweet time.

He could recall the bar vaguely, it was an ideal location for students. It was spacious, but it was also popular so people crammed into it leaving little to no space for anyone else. The bar is hundreds of conversations all trying to compete with the rock music that dominated the atmosphere. It would boom in the speakers and there were speakers everywhere. At first he was confused how he could recall so little else about it but he remembered how much the loud music used to deter him and he’d only ever stay for an hour at a time.

He slowly came to a halt when he found your friend group sitting with you on the pavement. He parked across the road and after looking both ways, he ran across to you. Christa looked up, followed by Mikasa and Sasha. You on the other hand had your head buried between your legs. Levi knelt down and pulled your face into his hands.

“Sheesh, you’ve seen better days.” He remarked. You were clever to have worn waterproof mascara but everything else smudged and rubbed away. He pulled you up by your hands and slung your arms over his shoulder. “Thanks, you guys. I appreciate this.”

He walked you over to his car, but he heard the not-so-silent remark from one of your friends.

“There’s no way they’re just roommates, right?”

He only sighed, sat you down in the seat and passed you the shopping bag he brought from your apartment. He went round to the boot of the car and got you a bottle of water before sitting into the front seat. Leaning over to the glove compartment, he tossed your makeup remover wipes at you with the simple command “wipe” and he pressed on the accelerator.

You could say he was prepared, for sure.

An inexplicable feeling of anger had overcome the short man once you saw you in this drunken, emotional state. You would be able to see it in the way his thin brows had knitted together and the way his teeth ground against each other. Even in your drunken state, you could tell he was driving a bit faster than normal.

The ride home was silent, the tension was palpable. You finished removing the makeup and most of it had gone. Levi noticed you toss the wipe on the floor in your half-sleepy, half drunk state. Under normal circumstances he would have snapped at you to pick it up. Not tonight, though.

“Leviiii…” you drawled, your speech still slurred. When you didn’t get the response, you poked at his muscular thigh repeatedly until his hand reached down to seize your wrist. “You’re-” followed by a hiccup, “you’re angry at me.”

He was angry and he was trying to piece his emotions together. He felt anger towards you for drinking yourself into this state rather than dealing with your emotions in a more healthy way. He was thankful and appreciative that as a roommate, you never drank too often so he never had to come collect you like this, but he hated being held to that title.

Maybe he was angry he was only your roommate. Or he was angry at himself for being jealous of Zeke and angry that he wasn’t the one who got to wake up to you in the mornings after a night of euphoric, raw passion. Because, wow, that man had to grit his teeth and put on headphones many times when Zeke came over.

He was angry at Zeke for upsetting you this much and getting you so upset in the first place. For being so awful to break up with you in the place you two had your first date. He was angry at the thought of not realizing how much more you deserved. If Levi had gone to the bar, he was sure his first would have connected with the bearded-man’s jaw at some point. He was angry that Zeke never appreciated you the way he would have, even if he wasn’t the most emotive or touchy-feely person.

“I’m sorry, Levi…” you murmured, and Levi found himself slowing down. He didn’t want you to apologize, but the tone in your voice that was laden with guilt made his heart lurch forward. He saw a hazy light in the distance and began to glide towards the side of the road. In your blurry state you could make out where he was taking you to. “Levi?”

“Get out.” He said, plainly.

You blinked a few times as you prepared to get out of the car, knowing you’d probably wobble a bit. The dimly lit sign of the OPEN above the diner did make you suddenly hungry.

“I need coffee.” Levi muttered as he opened the door for you.

“Y-You could have used m-mine…” you mumbled, speech still slurring but you were becoming more lucid now.

He could have used yours, but he knew how nice it was to get some fried food after having a few too many drinks. Plus, he knew that you have gotten quite sensitive before when drunk or even a bit hangry. He walked to the double doors that were polished so clean you couldn’t see the glass. He walked in ahead and opened the door and held it open.

When the pair of you sat down, you ordered a cheeseburger and a vanilla milkshake which came with a side of fries. The already forming hangover was starting to hit but the smell of fried food was doing well to neutralize it for now. Fluorescent lights kept the counter lit and the slight hum that came from them was giving Levi a headache, but he tried to zone in on the jukebox in the corner that was playing some classics from the 70s. Still, Levi’s anger continued to brew and he knew he’d pop if he didn’t get home to sleep away his turbulent feelings. Once the food came, Levi quickly stood up to go to the bathroom and you eagerly ate, too engrossed in the saltiness of your burger and the sugar of your milkshake to even realize he had gone. He did swipe a chip from your bowl though and dipped it into some tangy garlic mayo once he came back, once he had shoved something into his pocket. You eyeballed him for a second.

“You didn’t actually go pee, you paid for me.” You deduced.

“You have no proof.”

“I can check your online banking,” you said, leaning over to swipe his phone. You heard him mutter something about how you didn’t know his PIN or login-details. “Two, five, one, two...” you whispered, the date and month of his birthday.

Levi only blinked and leaned over to snatch his phone. “Just shut up and eat your food.”

You munched in more tense silence. Once you finished, you two left and walked back to Levi’s car. Given how no one chased after you two, that confirmed that Levi had paid.

The more you babbled on the way home, the harder Levi gripped the steering wheel. The sooner you get over this breakup, the better for him. He knew it was just drunk rambling but he was getting so obscenely frustrated. He was tired, he wanted to sleep.

When you two arrived back home at the apartment, he walked inside and held the door open for you. If anything, he needed the paracetamol more than you now. He walked over to the counter to get a glass of water for himself until you beckoned him over.

You weren’t an idiot, you knew he was pissed. And you hated going to bed if you knew someone was angry at you.

“Sit next to meeeee!” you called out in a sing-song. You patted the seat next to you. “You’re so grumpy! Can we talk about it?”

“No. Don’t wanna talk about it. You’re drunk.”

“Am not!” you cried, standing up.

Levi leaned back against the countertop, chugging on the glass of water. “Oh, yeah?” he challenged. “Go on, then. Stand on one foot, hold it for thirty seconds.”

“Nooooo problemoooo…” you replied. You raised the sole of your foot to touch the side of your knee and calf and brought your hands into high prayer. You were doing it… you were doing it…

Until you stumbled and fell after four seconds.

“Hammered.” Levi declared.

You pouted. Okay, if he wasn’t going to talk, you’d have to make him. And what better way than to try to cheer him up?! You sprang to your feet and ran around behind the opposite side of the countertop, before crawling on top of it. You heard Levi beginning to question your actions but he had no time to react when you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You just managed to force Levi into giving you a piggy-back.

“Smile for meeeee!” you beamed, pulling at his lips.

“Fuck off!” he yelled as he walked you over.

“Pleeeeeeeease!”

“NO! Get off me!” he cried, louder this time and flipped you onto the couch. “Fucking hell, you’re so fucking annoying and dense and you never know when to shut the fuck up!”

His uncharacteristic outburst shocked you as you looked up at him with doe eyes. He was tired and fed up, and he was feeling his jealousy simmering over. Like, hell, this never would have happened if you were never dating that furball to begin with. You never would have drank yourself silly. Even if you were dating Levi and you broke up, he could safely say he’d hate to hear you drinking away your emotions. He hated seeing you so upset over a man and he had to listen to this for over a month. For the past two years of him sitting with his feelings, he’s had to see you with a man who never appreciated you and you didn’t see just how much you deserved. Even if you didn’t find it with him, he was so convinced that anyone would have treated you better than Zeke.

In fact, he didn’t care if you never looked at him the same way he did you; just as long as you were happy with someone. He’d get over it eventually, even if it killed him in the process.

But how many more men would come and go because they could never accept the fact you lived with your best friend - your best friend you have been intimate with?

He’d never be able to forget those moments with you. Especially the last time you two slept together.

You two were basically sober, and yet you still wound up with Zeke not too long later…

Maybe hearing it from you as to why you could never give him an answer. He was your best friend after all… why couldn’t you tell him you weren’t interested?

He stood before you as the thoughts circled in his head like a never ending merry-go-round; one that had a scratchy, out of tune melody but still droned on and plagued him. He glanced up at you and saw your eyes were now beginning to water.

Shit, he forgot how easily sensitive you were when you were drunk.

"You know, Levi… I think you're so mean and grumpy at times, and that you don't understand me!" you cried. Even though you were deep in your feelings and a slobbery mess, you still threw your arms around him, always finding comfort in his arms.

Levi sighed and relented, guiding the two of you down to the sofa and he waited for the emotional, tearful outburst to pass. You sat on the right and he made what could be considered as a potentially suggestive gesture to rest his hand on your thigh. But that was it, he just rubbed your leg up and down as you continued to bawl and be a mess.

"Yeah, perhaps I don't understand you…" he murmured once you begun to calm down.

You sniffled and looked up at him. "What?"

"I don't understand you at times, [F/n].."

You blinked owlishly. "I don't get it. What are you referring to?"

Gosh, he was going to lose it. He knew he was going to lose it but he knew you couldn't help it if you were still confused, even if you were beginning to sober up.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don't say it...

"Why him, why Zeke, huh? You knew I loved you two years back. I still do. I knew at the very least liked me. So, fuck-- why would you even tough it out with him that long if he made you so unhappy?"

Fuck, he said it.

“Why couldn’t you at least tell me you didn’t like me back?” he asked, smoothing his black hairs back. “It’s been both great yet simultaneously agony living with you.”

You were silent, uncomfortably silent. He wanted to just tell you to forget what he said, but how could you? Not when he openly confessed.

Why did you get with Zeke… He never captured your heart the way Levi did in the first place. You tried thinking back to two years ago, but your mind was still fuzzy. It was a shame he did this while you were still a bit drunk, but at least you’d be most honest this way, no? Drunken words are sober thoughts after all.

At the time, were you, perhaps, scared to get romantically involved with your best friend? Was the timing of it all too wrong, close to graduation, where afterwards Levi planned on moving away? Could you have coped with long distance after being with him for the four years of your undergraduate?

“Maybe because I knew we were graduating soon and you wanted to study more out of state…” you murmured. “Maybe because you were my best friend and that would have made things messy… And if you were going to leave, I guess I needed to find someone else because I assumed nothing would happen…”

Levi looked at you as he spoke. Sure, that was the original plan - to move away - but he realized he’d be better off finding a job first to pay him part of the way and maybe take a sabbatical of sorts a few years from now to further his education. And it just so happened you two both ended up applying and getting accepted at the same highschool. And that you had been dating Zeke for four months now so what could he do except live with it.

“Maybe I was scared you only liked the times we were physical together and nothing more…” you added.

Levi sighed heavily. He had watched you the entire time as you spoke before turning to look at the countertop in the dimly lit kitchen area. He pressed down on his knees as he went to stand up. “Look, I’ll just--”

“N-No!” you interjected, grabbing him by the hand. “Stay.”

Levi’s eyes widened marginally and he sat down again, not shaking away your hand. Your lower lips trembled as you continued to stare at him, and he back at you.

You leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. It lasted just a second and there was no time for you to savour it.

“I’m sorry, Levi.” You mumbled.

But before you could babble another apology, Levi raked his fingers through your hair and placed a kiss to your lips.

“Don’t be. But fuck, wow, we really need to work on communication. Even if we are just roommates.”

You shook your head and you quickly moved to straddle him. This action shocked Levi to his core, evident by his wide eyes but they quickly became clouded with lust as you ground against him and leaned in for a soul-sucking kiss. His hands found your hips and his mouth moved in tandem to your own. He let you explore the recesses of his mouth with your tongue and he could only respond in kind as he removed the jacket you were wearing. He could tell you were definitely eager by the way you hand cupped his cheeks and smoothed over them constantly, pushing yourself in for more and more.

He was displeased at how much you had dominated him so quickly and had his head spinning and was quick to tighten the grip on your hips and pushed you down onto the cushion of the sofa. The two of you continued to kiss and grind against one another, your fingertips raking across his back. You arced your head back as Levi moved to leave sloppy kisses against your neck, sucking and biting occasionally until he was sure to have at least left some sort of mark in his wake. You pulled his head back to yours and bit on his lower lip. He let out a soft yet animatlistic groan and it only spurred you further. Every blissful noise that escaped you made his blood overheat and left a burning desire in his bones.

Fuck, he wanted this so badly. He had been waiting so long. It was just perfect; you fit and moulded to him perfectly. He’d love to take you right then and there on the couch but his conscience just wouldn’t allow him.

You weren’t entirely sober.

This could all change in the morning.

He groaned and pulled away once your fingers tried to pull at the fly of his slacks. He was quick to grab your hand and sit back up. He looked down at you again. “I respect you too much to do this now, not until I know you want this as much as me.”

“But, I do--”

“You’re drunk, you’re not able to properly say you want this or to consent. I can’t allow myself to do this now. It’d be different if you weren’t.”

“I can sober up quickly, look!” you pestered. You closed your eyes for a few seconds before they opened again. “See? Sober!”

He scoffed. “You just counted to five with your eyes closed and opened them again. The answer is no, [F/n].” He said, and stood up. “I’ve waited too long for you not to properly enjoy this anyway…”

You couldn’t help but blush at his last words. “Alright, roomie, will you at least come to bed with me then?”

He scoffed but you could see him smiling amidst the murky darkness of your apartment. “I guess so.”

You two pattered down the hall, you stopping to remove your heels halfway. You opened the door to your bedroom and changed while Levi put on his nightwear. You shuffled into bed in just a vest and cotton shorts and Levi was soon to follow. He extended an arm and you sidled up next to your roommate.

“Depending on how this weekend goes, you and I may just need to take a sick day on Monday also.” He uttered after a few minutes of both your eyes being shut.

“What do you mean?” you asked, yawning.

“I haven’t had you in two years, ‘s been far too long…” he replied. He knew that alone would get you to blush so he settled in closer to you. He smirked and said, “sleep well, roomie” before heading off to dreamland.

You, however, continued to fantasize for the next hour or so before sleep overcame you too.

Was this the right decision to make after getting out of a long-term relationship just a day ago? You couldn’t tell. But you did realize back then when you were kissing him that there was something that was never there with Zeke. Maybe it was more love, or it was sensitivity. Maybe it was more attention to detail and consideration. Maybe it was the pining and the restraining he had to do that left to unbridled passion.

Well, you had a whole weekend to yourselves now - and perhaps Monday, too - and you were already excited for what was in store tomorrow.

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Once your hangover goes away, of course.

[weebswrites]

Hello! You probably have a lot of requests right now so I apologize for adding on to it.

Would it be possible to request the brothers (+Solomon) comforting an MC that’s just super stressed with school and just life?

Recently, school for me has been..to say the least, mentally exhausting and there are just countless nights of crying or pulling all nighters cause I’m so behind (2nd quarter cause I started school rather late, it’s complicated). I’m so sorry for ranting about this. But yeah could I just request it to be super fluffy? If you end up writing this, thank you so much! Stay safe <3

The Demon Bros & Undatables: Comforting a Stressed MC

Lucifer

• He wasn’t sure how to comfort you when you first arrived in the devildom, but after a few weeks spending time together he picked up your comfort activities and items

• So when he heard you crying in your room late one night, a night he knew was the night before a big exam you’d been studying like crazy for, he knew what to do

• He went to the kitchen and grabbed a comfort snack and your favorite drink, stopping by his room to get a blanket that smelled like him before gently opening the door to your room

• You sniffled and wiped your face, turning to see who it was

• “Lucifer, hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up”

• “You didn’t, my love. Here” he wrapped the blanket over your shoulders and placed the kitchen Items on your desk, close enough for you to reach them but far enough if you couldn’t eat then you wouldn’t feel forced. He then walked to your bed and grabbed your favorite stuffed animal, placing it in your lap and kissing the top of your head

• “What can I do to help” his voice was soft, and the two of you spent the night cuddled in bed, sitting against the wall as he quizzed you on facts until you both fell asleep (he set an alarm so you wouldn’t miss your exam, don’t worry)

Mammon

• Gift-giving love language, despite his constant urge to sell your things

• So whenever you’re stressed over schoolwork, he picks up an extra shift at Hell’s Kitchen (secretly) and brings you a coffee / your energy drink of choice and a little trinket he saw that made him think of you

• Your desk has accumulated quite a pile of these little gifts, and when you look up at them it fills you with a familiar warmth that only his affection can give you

•  He has the best timing with these too, whenever you feel yourself getting overly frustrated you hear a knock at your door or see your D.D.D. screen light up with a text from him

• He also gives incredible shoulder massages? You had no idea, but when you’re hunched over one night and feel his hands straighten your back and start kneading the sore muscles in your neck you swear your soul left your body

Leviathan

• He’s a great listener and will let you vent to him any time, anywhere

• He doesn't sleep much anyway, so when you text one night that you’re coming over because you need to blow off steam he likes the message and prepares a blanket and stuffed animal for you to squeeze

• Bonus: he got a stuffed animal just for you to take your anger out on, a little bit so you wouldn’t squeeze one of his Ruri-chans, but also because he loves you

• He greets you with a hug, every time. Nights that you were especially fed up you’d collapse in his arms, crying or yelling or anything to just get the frustration out

• He holds you close and once you get it all out he whispers words of affirmation in your ear, always knowing exactly what to say to comfort you

Satan

• If anyone knows how to relax, it’s Satan

• So whenever you need to cool down you head to your favorite brother’s room (or the library. usually the library.) to seek refuge from your work

• The two of you are like soulmates, so whenever he sees you he can instantly tell how you’re feeling and what you need

• And no matter what it was, a hug or space to just be alone or literally anything, this man will get it for you

• He helps you study a lot too, the two of you worked well together so having him quiz you or help you come up with ways to remember things always made you feel more confident about what you were learning

Asmodeus

• Will draw you a warm bath whenever you’re too overworked, filling it with soap of your favorite scent and lighting a few candles for around the tub

• He gives you space if you need it, but if you want to keep studying from the comfort of the bath he’ll help you

• Unless he notices that you’re too overwhelmed and working yourself past exhaustion. Then, he bans you from studying while you’re together (which he promises won’t be long, but he always makes sure it’s long enough for you to rest)

• Pulls out all the stops to make you feel the comfort you need and deserve, even giving you a gentle scalp massage as you fight off falling asleep in the tub

Beelzebub

• Food is the way to his heart, but he understands that isn’t the same for everyone

• So he takes time to learn about what things make you happy, what things to avoid, and more

• When you drag yourself to his room late at night, exhausted from studying late and crawl under the covers with him, he knows what will help you

• He kisses the back of your head while pulling your body softly against his, and hums one of your favorite songs from the human world until you’re asleep

• You wake up the next day together, and he treats you to whatever you want for breakfast, making sure you eat enough to fuel your body for the day

Belphegor

• Knows the power of a nap better than anyone

• So when your head is falling over your textbook, he doesn’t hesitate to pick you up and carry you to bed

• “Belphie! No, I need to study. I’m good I promise” you reassure him, but the yawn that follows instantly negates everything you’d said

• “Sure, MC. Then for me, let’s nap together. It’ll be so nice” he lays you in bed and cuddles you, “all warm and comfy in bed, how can you not love this” but you can’t even respond because you’re already asleep

Diavolo

• mfer would just excuse you from the class /hj

• But if he couldn’t, he’d take you to his office and pamper you with anything you wanted

• Or if you just wanted to collapse in his bed and sleep for more hours than he thought was possible for a human to sleep, he’d absolutely let you

• Anything at all for his favorite human

Barbatos

• Knows how to comfort Diavolo, but when it comes to humans at first he doesn’t know what to do

• So you tell him what you need when you’re drained, and he remembers

• You knock on his door late one night, mid-yawn as he opens the door

• He wraps your tired body in a warm blanket, fresh from the dryer, and pulls up your comfort show. He turns on your favorite episode and snuggles next to you on the couch

• “Let me know if you need anything, MC. I’m here”

• “Thank you, Barbatos”

Solomon

• Like Levi, he’s an amazing listener. So whenever you need him to be there, he’s listening actively and making sure you know your frustrations are heard

• But he’s also good with distracting you from your studies, so sometimes you take a break to watch a movie the two of you had been meaning to watch for a while, or get lunch somewhere

• You get to pick, unless you want him to, and no matter what you do he makes sure you completely forget about the books waiting for you back home

• Lets you sleep in his room whenever you want, and most exam weeks you basically move into his room. It’s a win win situation, he gets to spend time with you and make sure you’re giving your body what it needs, and you get a home away from home to study in (and the company of your favorite human)

Simeon

• When you need a break from your studies, Simeon will read you a bit from whatever writing he’s working on

• His voice is possibly the most comforting thing in the world to you, and hearing him tell stories he’s written just for you gives you a sense of comfort that could cure anything

• If not that, then the two of you hop in bed and turn on whatever you want to watch to take your mind off your studies

• But your favorite thing to do was to tackle him into bed and cuddle, tangled together and just talking about anything and everything that wasn’t school

Luke

• You bake something together or go to the park, or anything really

• As long as it’s fun and lighthearted, and with Luke, you know he’ll bring a smile to your face and help you forget about your stress for a bit

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A/N: Thank you for sending this in anon, and dw abt ranting <3 If you ever need to get it all out feel free to send me a message or anon ask and I’ll just delete it or whatever you’d prefer. I’ve been super drained recently as well so writing this was really therapeutic :’) I hope you’re having a good day so far and that this helps you feel better

Also sorry if some of these were shorter than others, I too am struggling with burnout

[one-boring-person]

The Good Old Days.

John Rambo (Post-Rambo III) x reader

Warnings: implied death, implied injury, heavily implied sexual themes, possible swearing? Alcohol consumption (moderate)

Context: inside John's head.

A/n: so recently, I saw @slystallone 's post (Here) about a deleted scene from Rambo, and this idea (or at least the first part) came to mind, so I have them to thank for the inspiration! (Also, if you're as obsessed as I am with Sylvester Stallone content, check out their blog, it's amazing!)

Masterlist

His eyes scan idly around the room, taking in the cheerful faces of young people letting loose, watching as many of them move together on the dancefloor, keeping in time with the sappy music playing overhead. Throughout the room, glasses are clinked together, liquids in a multitude of different colours sloshing in their containers as the owners of said drinks swallow down their beverages, the strong odour of alcohol rife in the air. Sweat mingles with this, as well as heady cologne and perfumes, creating the perfect odour of youthful spirit, something he has long since forgotten. Around him, he can see a fair few couples together: one in a booth in the corner, one right in the centre of the dancefloor, and one to his left, each of them enjoying each other's company far more explicitly than the rest of the pairings in the bar.

It should, in theory, be an enjoyable environment, being around hordes of people who are having a good time, but John can't help the discomfort playing in his mind. Something about the strong smells, the heaving throng of people, the lack of clear vision of anywhere fixed in the room and the cacophony of raucous noise doesn't sit right with him, his finely tuned senses prickling at everything. Dimly, he's aware of fighting back flashes of memory that spring, unbidden, to mind, trying to ignore the familiar faces branding his conscience. A lack of control in an environment, particularly one like this, has long since made itself known as a trigger of the thoughts he'd rather forget.

Just as he goes to dwell on these, he's interrupted by a familiar voice, one that grounds him, reassures him.

"John! Sorry I took so long, some kids were taking their time." (Y/n) apologises as she drops into the bar stool beside him, taking her drink back from him.

"Don't worry about it." He murmurs back, twisting the neck of his soda bottle in his hand (he finds alcohol takes away from his sense of control), flicking some hair from his face.

Smiling at him, (Y/n) takes a sip of her drink, turning to face the dancers as she sits with him, the two quite used to sitting in companionable silence. 

After a little while, she finishes her drink and sits back against the counter, only to spring up again when she hears the music overhead change, a wide grin on her face. Bouncing to her feet, she turns to John, expression imploring him.

"I love this song! Remember it? From way back when?" She smiles at the memory, a good one through all the bad ones, "We used to dance to this."

John can't help the small smile playing at his own lips as he is reminded of how they'd danced a couple of times, back on his father's ranch.

"I remember." He agrees, watching her.

"Come on, dance with me now!" (Y/n) chuckles, moving her body in the bare impression of a dance move.

"No, I'm good." John declines initially, waving her off politely.

"Aw, come on! It'll be fun! Just like the good old days!" She pleads with him, reaching out to take one of his hands, very lightly jerking on it as he tries to ignore the butterflies rising at her touch.

"I'm not sure…" 

"Please? Just one song?" She gives him a look, one he has memorized. It tells him she wants him to join her, but that she won't be upset if he doesn't, that she'll understand. She always does.

Eventually, it's what causes him to cave in.

Sighing, he climbs to his feet, allowing her to pull him into the crowd, the veteran pushing down the distrust brewing inside him from the closeness of the people around him, instead focusing on the feeling of her hand on his, grounding himself. As she finds a good spot on the dancefloor, (Y/n) turns back around to face him, face light and happy as she starts to dance, just how they used to. Copying her, John tries to forget the awkward feeling, finding it hard to make contact with the childhood memories that would've helped him, his expression tightening as he moves. 

After a moment, (Y/n) seems to notice this, stepping forwards into his space as she looks up at him with a curious look, silently asking for permission as her hands hover over his shoulders. Nodding, he bites back the sigh threatening to leave him as her hands close ever so gently around him, his own coming up to lightly grip her waist, enjoying the feeling of her body in his grasp. Leaning into his touch, (Y/n) sways them in time to the music, her expression softening as the tempo of the music does, the two of them drifting closer as they move together. Her scent is in his nostrils, somehow discernible through the sweat and alcohol around him, calming him as he leans in further, wrapping his arms more firmly around her body. Carefully, he pulls her into him, feeling her softer curves against his hard muscles, his hands splaying at her back, his nose soon finding her hair as he buries his face in it. She wraps her own arms around his neck, delicately threading her fingers into his hair, stroking through the strands soothingly as she presses her head into his chest. 

As they hold each other, it's as if the world around them has disappeared, leaving them in a bubble of security, just holding each other as they used to, before touch meant more than an idle gesture. It means so much more now, particularly for them.

After a moment, she pulls her head back a little, looking up into his face, eyes searching his, her lips parted as she regards him. They're close, so close he can feel her every breath against his heated skin, his gaze flicking down to stray over her lips as he fights the urge to simply bend down and close the gap between them, and give in to every desire he's repressed for years now. Naturally, she notices this and smiles, reassuringly this time, before she leans up and presses her lips to his. 

Instantly, they find a rhythm, lips smoothing against each other with soft fervour as hands start to pull each other closer together. John runs one hand down to her lower back, splaying his fingers over the curve of her ass, using the grip to pull her more tightly into him, enjoying the feeling of her body against his, the noises she lets out only serving to intensify his feeling for her. (Y/n) gently tugs on his hair, her other hand moving to push up under his shirt, feeling over his tense muscles, arching her body into him as he lightly licks at her lips. Obediently, she allows him access, and his tongue freely explores her mouth, sliding wetly alongside her's, her moans swallowed by him as he rocks his hips against her. Idly, the hand she had pushed up his shirt starts to trail downwards, settling over his crotch.

With a jerk, he breaks free from the kiss, his eyes finally flying open as he snaps upright in the rickety bed. 

Breathing hard, he scans the room, instantly remembering where he is, the knowledge calming him slightly as he wipes sweat from his forehead. Desire and longing course through him, his eyes straying over to find the figure lying beside him, her body left exposed by the thin sheet. 

In the dim light from the moon outside, (Y/n)'s sleeping form appears peaceful, her muscles totally relaxed, allowing for a less guarded look to cross her face, the hard line of her brow and lips softened until she appears more angelic. In the many times they'd slept on the same room, or same bed, John can not remember ever seeing her quite so relaxed, not after they got into the military anyway.

They'd met as teenagers, when she'd come to work for his father on his ranch. During their time working together the two had become fast friends, eventually managing to do most things together, until they both decided to join the military. She'd gone into the airforce, before eventually getting into another branch of the Special Forces, where she faced a similar abrupt finish to her career as he did, losing all of her team to a poorly planned stealth mission, which some corrupt colonel in the higher positions had instructed them to do. After this point, they miraculously found each other again on the long road to a small town called Hope, where things went awry. Neither wanted to leave the other, and so they stuck by each other, helping each other out on the bloody road that came after the events of Hope, leading them to this point. 

Unsurprisingly, John had soon realised that his feelings for the hardened veteran were no longer as innocent as he would've liked to keep them. Somewhere along the way, through gunfights fought back-to-back, mindless races through the sweltering jungle to avoid pursuers behind them, bandaging each other's wounds at the dead of night with only a dull campfire to light their work, and the calmer, soft moments between them, where they both overcame (to a certain extent) the mindless grief hounding them together, John had found that he and fallen for his partner. She'd always been there, back when things had gone to hell in Hope, when Co had been shot, and when Trautman had needed rescuing, (Y/n) had been by his side, fighting his battle with him, because "his battle is her battle now, they are partners after all". She meant everything to him, and he'd kill for her. He HAS killed for her.

At times, he'd played with the idea of telling her his feelings, of confessing to her and hoping things would be ok, but he had never gone through with it. Something always stops him, and that both irritates and relieves him. He has never quite been able to put a finger on what it is, but now, watching her sleep so peacefully, he realizes what it is.

He never wants to lose her friendship, ever, and he's afraid he'll ruin what they've got if he says anything. So he stays silent, keeping his thoughts to himself, lifting a hand to lightly ghost it over her side, thankful that she's so tired her instinctive alertness has dimmed down enough for him to gently touch her without her realising. He never places his hand down, only tracing his fingers over her, keeping the touch gentle and friendly, should she wake. It would be so easy just to pull her body into his, to hold her tightly against his chest and bury his face in her soft hair,  but he restrains himself, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

Groaning, he rolls onto his back, knowing now that sleep won't come again tonight, especially not with his thoughts so high-strung and confused, unless he manages to relax properly again.

Oddly enough, his reprieve comes to him in a surprising, but not at all unwelcome manner: mumbling in her sleep, (Y/n) turns over, her hands reaching out to find something, anything, latching onto him as they find him. Gently, she pulls herself into him, her head pressing into the side of his chest as her hand rests over his heart, his pulse pounding under her touch. 

Eyes wide, John gingerly wraps his arm around her, finding comfort in the solid feeling of her body in his grip, sleep coming back to him now as he buries his face in her hair, breathing in her familiar scent. He could get used to this, but he knows that he never will, not as long as he wants his friendship to last.

Just as he goes to drift off, he hears (Y/n) sigh one thing, her voice a bare whisper, if slightly more coherent than it should be for someone fast asleep:

""Wish you knew how I feel about you." 

Part Two

[the-six-espada]

TBB Spoilers below. A rant (please don’t pay me any mind, I might delete this :d)

I’ve been fighting the urge to write about this but I decided what the hell. Please note that I’m aware I am discussing the emotions and narrative of a fake show, with a fake universe and fake characters – I’m just dumping some thoughts I’ve had in the past few days.

I’m not aiming to change anyone’s opinion here – I’m well aware there are a lot of people who don’t like Crosshair as they’ve made it painfully aware in the past weeks, however I do want to calmly explain a few things and if you’re interested in reading them be my guest.

I can understand that a lot of people might not entirely comprehend the emotions I will try to explain party because they perhaps never experienced them and partly because I probably won’t word them accurately enough but I will do the best I can.

The contents of the last episode of the Season 1 Bad Batch series have left me a little broken. I’m really trying to not get too emotional but the contents of this series have triggered some emotional trauma I’ve buried (as I’m sure it did for a lot of people, but I will be speaking only for myself here) – I’m not blaming the show in any way. I love the show. It’s because of its good writing and setting that this hurts so much.

Crosshair being left again is really upsetting to me for a lot of reasons. The gaping distance created by the Bad Batch and Crosshair is so hurtful. Earlier on in the show, after seeing the complete disregard for their brother, I thought that perhaps there is part of this narrative that we are missing. Maybe the relationship between them wasn’t as good as we thought. Maybe at some point during their upbringing or the numerous missions they’ve been on together these guys figured out they hate their brother. Or at least don’t care for him. Which would be enough of a reason for them to completely not hesitate to continue their lives without him. However what I cannot understand is – how can you leave him stranded on a platform on a planet that is just water, where the only building on that planet has been blown up minutes prior, without his weapon and backpack.

They practically left him for dead.

You don’t care about your brother and you don’t want him to be on your team? Fine. You can’t get past your differences and work together or have a healthy conversation about your differences in opinions? Understandable. But please explain to me how leaving him with no weapon on a absolutely deserted planet makes any sense? Even if the Empire does come back to look for him (which in my opinion is highly unlikely) what do you think they will do to him? The only Empirial teammate he had and was left alive saw him and snitched on him to Rampart. They gave the order to kill him alongside the other clones. They most likely will either kill him or experiment on him. Hunter knows this. He might not be certain exactly what’s going to happen but he for a fact knows the Empire will discard him - he said so to Crosshair on two occasions.

So now in my opinion is just a question of basic human decency to at least drop him somewhere - on another planet at least I don’t know.

For the people who think Crosshair was too rude to his brothers in the last episode and was making too snarky replies. First, it’s not news that Crosshair in general does that - since day one he has been sarcastic and borderline “rude”. Whether or not his brothers found that annoying or not is up to debate but at least in my opinion they didn’t seem too bothered by it. Ask anyone with siblings - bickering is part of the family relationship. Second, I don’t know if you ever encountered someone after a dramatic breakup (doesn’t matter if it’s a friendship or a romantic relationship) but his behavior was presented very accurately. Please try to imagine getting into a fight with someone you had years of build relationship, people who you deeply cared for and trusted, people you probably loved. You get into a fight, you fall out and don’t hear each other for some time. Now you have a lot of time for these emotions to brew inside you - you will mainly feel sadness. Why did this happen? Why are they not reaching out? They know you are in pain so why aren’t they trying to remedy things? Queue all of the moments you had together, all the good memories, all the emotions you’ve shared and how much you devoted yourself to them. Was it all fake? Did they feel the same? Then comes anger. How could they? How could you? Why did you let yourself be this vulnerable with someone? Why are they not trying to communicate with you? Don’t they hurt the same as you? This segment by the way opens up a whole other door of trust issues and thoughts that lead you to conclusions to never let yourself be this vulnerable with others or have any kind of deep emotions for anyone else but we are not going to tackle that. (Not to mention that until that point Crosshair was already presented as a very closed off character and probably the only people he truly felt comfortable with were his brothers but never mind that now.) So you are angry and sad. Unfortunately even with all that hurt you don’t stop loving this person/these people because it just doesn’t work like that. In fact it is so painful because you love them. Time passes and you finally meet and the first thing that it’s itching at your tongue is to tell them they have hurt you. Which Crosshair did - he explained they’ve left him even though they were brothers and in a way betrayed him. Then comes the desire to inflict pain back - it’s completely irrational because a part of you wants to patch things up but another just wants to get payback. To say something, anything, to hurt them. It’s erratic, childish - exactly what we can see from Crosshair in this last episode. He takes every opportunity to bite back. And honestly I can’t blame him. That’s a totally normal response. I would like to point out that in a way the batch does that too - they are not warm to him in any way either, which again is valid since from their point of view they also probably feel betrayed by him. Also, the fact that he doesn’t feel the need to physically harm them (even though as he said it would have been totally justifiable from his point of view) but just make a few snarky remarks? Yeah, I would let that slide.

Honorable mention to the fact that no one apologized .. for anything. Even a casual “sorry, we left you” or “sorry, we didn’t bother to come looking for you” - nothing. I think at this point no one was expecting for the batch to start dramatically confessing their feelings but just a plain apology would have been a great start. It just confuses me so much. Hunter said to Omega “I’m angry at myself. We don’t leave our own behind.” and yet couldn’t express a simple gesture of apology to him? It makes no sense to me. I know that not everyone is emotional. Not everyone can have or express strong feelings for another human being in a relationship. But the complete lack of interest from the batch since day 1 about what is happening with their brother is baffling to me.

I’m gonna say this once and there are probably going to be people out there who don’t get it and that’s fine but: If you deeply care about someone and love them you would want them to come back. Against all odds. In spite of what they say. You would dare do the impossible just for the off chance something, anything, works and you get to have them back.

The Batch went back to save Hunter. On Kamino. In a situation where, honestly, they were going to die if it wasn’t for Crosshairs decision to give them a chance. They were walking in outnumbered against a person who knew and could predict their every move. And they knew that but they had to try. No such thing at any point was shown for Crosshair. They didn’t even try to get to him at the end. The only one who did was Omega. And I’m willing to believe that if Hunter or whoever stepped in after her conversations with him he was perhaps going to crack but.. no one even tried.

I don’t want to seem like I hate the show or the other characters. Words cannot express how good this show is and how accurately it’s written (in my opinion) but it’s just hurtful. And I believe a lot of us Crosshair fans are hurt because we can empathize. I’m not living under the illusion that my opinion of Crosshair is going to change anyone else’s - this is not what I’m trying to do. This is my post, take it or leave it. I just had thoughts and wanted to lay them out. If you read through all of this, thank you for giving it your time.

[platonicavengers]

heyyyyyy. can i request a fic where the reader is wanda and pietro's sister?

hi anon ahhhh tysm for the request!!!!!! i decided to make this into headcanons so i hope that’s ok!!!

this is my second time writing this, i accidentally deleted my first attempt :,) let’s try this again

pairing(s): maximoff twins x sibling!gn!reader && avengers x gn!reader

warnings: spoilers for aou/civil war, death, any warnings that would be included for those movies would apply her ig, non-descriptive violence

author’s note: OH also im gonna make two parts of this i think so it’s not super duper long. this part takes place from age of ultron - civil war

my masterlist | read part two

headcanons under the cut !

okay so let’s say you’re about 2 years younger than the twins

and, corresponding with my headcanon for the twins’ age, that would make you 15 during age of ultron

but let’s rewind a little bit to before aou

whenever your siblings volunteered themselves (along with you) for strucker’s experiments you were, wary, to say the least

“y/n we can finally get revenge on stark if we do this!!!!” - pietro, probably

“yes,,,, but maybe the best way to do that isn’t literal h u m a n e x p e r i m e n t a t i o n pietro-” - you

okay now we can fast forward again to aou

the powers you got were quite similar to wanda’s, except hers were more powerful

which you were jealous of

anyways

when the avengers attacked strucker’s base you were freaking the fuck out

i mean you were just a 15 year old kid, you didn’t stand a chance against them

so you let your siblings take care of it

and despite you being younger than them, you were extremely protective over them

and when they came back after fighting the avengers you were checking over them, making sure they weren’t hurt

you made sure to cuss them out after you made sure they were okay for putting themselves in danger like that

whenever ultron came to sokovia and met y’all in the church you were like :O

cuz what are you supposed to do in that situation

you were kinda silent the whole time, letting the twins do most of the talking

even if you wanted to you couldn’t, they stood in front of you as to kind of hide you from ultron’s view

(he knew you were there)

when y’all were in africa (was it africa??? i can’t remember im sorry) you were not a big fan of the idea of fighting the avengers

but it was either that or fighting ultron

the avengers showed up

you tried to fight as little as possible but you couldn’t stay away from the battle entirely

you went to use your powers on captain america but he fought against it and when he noticed you were so young he just kinda stopped and looked at you

“you shouldn’t be involved in this fight” - cap

“i have no other choice” - you

“i’m not gonna fight you, kid” - cap

wanda was in front of u all of a sudden

“then you can fight me instead” - wanda

and now we go to seoul

ultron had control of the cradle and was creating his vision

you and your siblings approached the cradle, pietro keeping you close to him with a protective arm around your shoulder

after finding out what ultron’s true motives were your brother and sister were finally on board to ditch ultron

when u were on the train you helped wanda with stopping it

going to the avengers tower w captain america afterwards and when u got there u were like h o l y s h i t this place is so cool

sadly you couldn’t focus very much on that as you were supposed to be stopping stark from creating ultron’s vision

which, obviously, you were unsuccessful in doing

and then boom. vision was born

fast forward to sokovia

you fought as hard as you could against all of the mini-ultron’s

when it came time for wanda to guard the core you were hesitant to let her stay there alone

but she urged you to go

you reluctantly agreed

you were there when clint ran back to save the little boy

and you watched as the bullets headed for them

and pietro ran in front of them

you tried to stop the bullets, you really did

but you weren’t fast enough

after he died, you blamed yourself entirely

if you had been just a second faster you could’ve saved him

you were devastated

after clint safely carried the boy to the ship, he carried pietro’s body over as well, despite your protests

he brought you over there as well, and you immediately sat next to your brother

you cried for what felt like hours

(it probably was)

after carrying wanda away from the city, he placed her down next to you

she immediately brought you into a hug, the two of you mourning your lost brother

not long after the events of sokovia, you and wanda moved into the new avengers compound and became official avengers

not going on the mission to lagos but obviously finding out what happened

you tried to comfort wanda, telling her it wasn’t her fault but she didn’t believe you

whenever the accords were brought up you knew you wouldn’t sign them

you feared what the government would do to you and wanda, the two of you being enhanced

tony somewhat confined you to the compound as well but he wasn’t as strict with it considering you weren’t in lagos

going with clint to the airport when he came to recruit you and wanda for team cap

during the whole airport fight most of team iron man didn’t wanna fight you since you were so young

which left you to mostly fight against spider-man, who you assumed was pretty close to your age

he kept trying to talk to you the whole time though which was pretty annoying

“dude, your powers are so cool! i mean, i have powers too, but th-they’re nowhere near as cool as yours! you have like, magic and stuff! that’s awesome-”

you cut him off by throwing a sign at him

“ow- okay, sorry-” - peter, while pinned under a sign LMFAO

you were taken to the raft along with most of team cap

you were forced into a straitjacket and a shock collar that went off every time you used your powers

which really sucked, considering you were always subconsciously using your powers, whether intentionally or not

when tony came by the raft you refused to look at him

he stopped in front of your cell and just stared at you

“this is your fault.” - you whispered

his heart broke at how weak you sounded

a couple days later when steve came to break you all out of the prison u were overjoyed

thought being on the run wasn’t too much better

stay tuned for part 2!!!!!!!

i’ll probably start working on it sometime later today and then have it posted either tonight or within the next few days!!!! :) hope u enjoyed!

[closedafterdark]

Trouble

Kang Hyewon & Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

19314 words

categories: smut, oral, threesome, mommy kink, needing a shower while reading, stripper! eunbi

notes:

happy birthday to the bustiest queen leader ♡

contains dialogue and character cameos from @nsfwtwicecatcher​‘s stories

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The sounds of a mouse being repeatedly clicked echoes throughout your bedroom.

You leaned back against your chair while you viewed the various photos and videos taken throughout the day. You smiled, watching the long haired muse appear on the screen. Each picture had slight variations in posing, while the videos were more intimate, candid.

“Babe stop, I’m eating!” the woman says to the camera, covering the screen with her hand. Her voice was slightly deep, something you found very attractive. It complimented her natural beauty and the sweet, elegant way she carried herself. While cycling through all of the clips and photos twice for quality checks, you find a separate file on your camera’s memory card.

“Zozi…” you said to yourself before opening it.

Placing your hand under your lower lip, you observed the photo. In it was you and your previous girlfriend, smiling brightly as she linked her arm with yours.

“Our first date! Kwon Eunbi ♡ Oppa.”

“October 29, 2018…” you said, reciting the date written on the Polaroid photo. It hadn’t been that long, but felt like a lifetime has passed in your opinion. Closing the file, you began to reminisce. Eunbi was your first serious girlfriend, and the woman you gave your virginity to. The two of you dated for several years, breaking up when Eunbi went home and you were given a letter to enlist. You haven’t seen her since then, and wondered how she was doing. Just as you were about to delete the photos you marked as unusable, you see the bathroom door opening with the corner of your eye. Turning around, you smiled brightly as your muse appeared before you.

“That smile on your face means the footage from our date turned out well?” Kang Hyewon asked as you saw her wear a three piece set of black lingerie: a robe that showed off her creamy thighs, slightly tied to give you a good view of her soft breasts in a laced bra, and a matching laced thong. She completed the look with black sheer lace stockings.

“You can say that.” you said.

“I heard you laughing in the video when I was in the shower.” she teased, giggling as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

Hyewon tilts your head up, wrapping her arms around your neck before leaning in for a kiss. The intimate contact with her extremely soft lips sends a wave of pleasure coursing through your body. You bring her even closer to you, causing Hyewon to smirk mischievously at your assertiveness as your hands caress her soft behind.

“Someone’s being a really bad boy.” Hyewon said in a sensual whisper as she parts her lips from yours and stares into your eyes. The both of you were excited, you more than her as you admired her natural beauty. Hyewon’s big, brown eyes provided little comfort for the desire and lust evident in her stare, further accentuated by her biting her lower lip. She kisses you again, a bit more forceful this time. Hyewon wanted you to feel the sexual charge with each meeting of your lips. Biting on your lower lip, Hyewon’s tongue is allowed entry into your mouth as it explores your wet cavern in a messy exchange. You undo the loose tie of her robe, feeling satisfied as she moans when the robe is opened.

Both of you are gasping for air heavily when you finally part from each other’s mouths. Your attention is soon drawn to Hyewon looking deep into your eyes as she runs her hands through your body until she is on her knees in front of you. Kissing the crotch area, Hyewon’s gaze never leaves yours as she hooks her fingers into the waistline of your sweatpants and drags them along with your boxers downwards. Tugging on your pants, she pulls them down and frees you from the clothed prisons.

Your cock was finally freed as Hyewon wastes no time and grabs the mostly erect shaft in her soft, delicate fingers. Her nose brushes against your base, causing her to giggle in response.

“Keep focusing on the quality assurance, baby.” She said as her tongue provides small, wet licks from your base to the tip of your cock. Hyewon strokes you a few times in her cold hand and once she feels you are hard enough, takes it inside her warm and wet mouth.

You looked down and watched as Hyewon’s brown hair slowly bobbed up and down your hard cock, leaving it glistening from the light of your bedroom. Letting it release from her mouth with a loud pop, Hyewon uses her tongue and swirls it around your head, tracing the tip and underside that sent shivers down your spine.

You let out a soft, relaxing sigh as you reached down and stroked your girlfriend’s hair as she made eye contact with you. Hyewon’s open mouth and wide eyes often gave her a spaced out look, one that was a stark contrast to the actions she was currently performing. Combing your fingers through her hair, you place your hand on the back of her head.

“Bad boy, you can’t even follow directions.” Hyewon teased, kissing the tip of your cock while licking your slit.

“Am I getting punished?”

“Of course not. Only pleasure.” she said before taking you into her mouth again. You held onto her head once more, grasping it a bit tighter.

You started off slow, soft strokes that builded up gradually into a steady rhythm. You bob Hyewon’s mouth up and down as her wet lips and tongue wrap tightly around your cock. Pressing her hands along your hips, she steadies herself as you drive in and out of her warm, needy mouth. Your balls, wet with her saliva, slap against her chin with every thrust.

Holding onto your wrists, Hyewon eases her head off your cock. You both watch as she spits onto it, a long rope of glistening saliva landing onto your head. As she pumps your shaft a few times in order to lubricate it, she giggles at the squelching sound it made.

You watched as Hyewon loosens her bra slightly before capturing your cock in between her warm, soft breasts. The sensation left you momentarily breathless.

Hyewon wasn’t as well endowed as Eunbi, who was in a league of her own - but her breasts felt a lot softer. They were certainly a lot easier to wrap around your lubricated cock, trapping it inside a cave of warmth and wetness. You watched as your girlfriend began to bounce her soft mounds of flesh up and down your length. Your cock thrusted between her breasts up and down repeatedly.

Unable to focus on editing the files from today’s romantic date, you watched as pleasure radiated from your shaft. The sensation travels up your spine and fills your brain with endorphins. Hyewon’s hands travel towards the sides of her breasts as she controls the pace at which they bounce up and down your dick.

“You like that, baby?” She asked, already knowing your answer.

“F-Fuck… it feels so good.” you moaned, reaching down with your right hand to stroke Hyewon’s cheek. As she nuzzles into your palm, you notice that her rhythm never breaks, pushing your stiff cock into her cleavage over and over again.

“P-Pinch my nipples, baby.” Hyewon gasped, her face now flushed. You obey her, reaching down with both of your hands as you take each of her pink tips before pinching them. She lets out a sharp moan, as you take over and squeeze her breasts between your cock. With her newfound freedom, Hyewon’s hand travels down her body and slips past her thong. Her moans let you know that she has begun touching herself.

Continuing to squeeze her breasts together around your dick, you thrust up and down between her delicious cleavage to the best of your abilities in your seated position. The friction of skin is wonderful, you savor each thrust between your girlfriend’s tits.

Enjoying her breasts, you watch as Hyewon closes her eyes and her spaced out expression transitions to one of pure pleasure thanks to her simultaneously touching herself.

“Cum for me, babe.”

Somehow, you were slightly embarrassed. You hadn’t cum so quickly from a simple blowjob and titfuck since your early days with Eunbi. Not one to fight off the pleasure coursing throughout your body, you skew your mindset to the fact that Hyewon was so experienced with your cock, she knew how to make you orgasm by such simple means.

Her hands remove yours from her tits, causing you to be slightly disappointed before she replaces the feeling of her large, warm flesh with her mouth. Grabbing onto your thighs and digging into your skin, Hyewon urges you to place your hands on the back of her head. Before you could even rest your palms, she has begun quickly bobbing her head up and down. The hard and fast blowjob takes the top half of your cock in and out of her warm, drenched mouth at a rapid pace.

The sensation is too much - you aren’t able to prolong it. Hitting you all at once, you find yourself reaching the inevitable peak.

“Fuck, Hyewon-” you managed to moan out before your orgasm overtakes your body.

Hyewon releases your cock from her mouth with a loud pop just in time before you erupt. Shooting long, thick ropes of hot semen all over her pretty face, you watched as your girlfriend’s face was glazed in pleasure. Strand after strand of sticky cum lands on her cheeks, cute nose, as well as her open mouth and jaw. Your eyes half closed, you watched as the thick ropes of cum slowly flow down her face. Some from her jaw drips down onto her upper chest onto her perfect round breasts. Hyewon’s face is still flushed, her open mouth letting out a silent moan as you see her on the verge of her own orgasm.

Slightly intoxicated from the euphoric high, you feel Hyewon replace her hand that was in between her legs with yours. As if on autopilot, your fingers instinctively work on her pussy. It doesn’t take very long for her to reach her own orgasm. She lets out a loud scream as her body becomes a quivering, shaking mess. She cums hard onto your fingers, drenching them and coating your awaiting palm. You were slightly unconscious, but Hyewon traced the semen on her face with her fingers.

Licking her glistening fingertips in satisfaction, her lust filled face is now soft - completely satisfied. Crashing onto your body, the two of you embrace each other in your office seat. Hyewon loved cuddling after orgasms, wanting to be in your arms before the next round of sex began.

“Oh my god, we’re going to be so late!”

“I told you we didn't have time for another round in the shower!”

The next morning, you and Hyewon quickly walked through the underground parking area and headed for the elevator. Buttoning the sleeves of your dress shirt, Hyewon was busy with her own dress shirt before she brought her attention to you and fixed the knot of your tie. Looking at each other lovingly, you both smile before she tiptoes in her heels and plants a tender kiss on your lips. The moment you both disconnect, the elevator doors swing open.

“You’re late.”

Greeting you was a woman dressed in a short pleated skirt, freshly ironed tucked in white button up, and a black blazer that complimented her figure nicely. Her long brown hair flowed naturally down her head like a waterfall. Rounding out her look was a pair of large round glasses and medium length high heels. Her arms were crossed as she stared at the two of you with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Boss, we-”

“The two of you are 30 seconds late. I expect more from interns who are looking to join this company permanently. See to it that this won’t happen again or I’m taking away your overtime privileges for the month.”

As she turns away the ID hanging on her lanyard shines from the ceiling mounted light above, giving you a good look at her name - Kim Minji.

The two of you bowed and quickly went to your cubicles. Hyewon sat across from you, her desk facing yours. The first few hours of work went by relatively quickly. Hyewon bit the tip of her unsharpened pencil as she eyed you working. You had recently begun putting on more muscle thanks to long hours at the gym, something Hyewon always complimented you about when the two of you were naked. She felt herself starting to leak, wanting nothing more than to have her way with you. Before she could say anything, another voice caught your attention.

“Oppa!”

Turning your head to your left, you were met with the voice who called you. Lee Gahyun, a fellow intern. She joined the company through connections, namely her father giving the company large amounts of money as donations. She was a bit of a rulebreaker, always coming into work late and wearing very provocative clothing. You admit, she had a cute face and her body was certainly pleasing to look at. But the impression she left upon others was not too appealing.

“Oppa, can you help me with this? I can’t seem to figure out where I went wrong…” she said to you, wearing an extremely low cut top. Her breasts were mere inches from your face. Quickly turning away, you look at the piece of paper she has handed you.

“Gahyun… this is an email to one of our biggest shareholders. And you didn’t even spell the name of our company correctly. This is Dreamcatcher Company, not Dreancatcger. Next, this email looks like it is meant for your significant other. “Hey babe, I’m horny at work. When can you get me off?” Besides the fact this is extremely inappropriate, I don’t think the shareholder will be happy to read it.” you said, handing the paper back to her.

“Oh, silly me. I meant to send them the 4th quarter fiscal earnings data sheet. Thanks, oppa.” Gahyun replied, giving you a kiss on the cheek before returning to her desk. You were temporarily stunned, rubbing the spot where she kissed you. Facing your computer screen, you see Hyewon look at you with a gaze you only ever see at home when you forget to wash your dishes immediately after eating.

Hyewon’s eyes burn holes into yours as she takes her phone out and types out a message, not even bothering to look down at her screen.

Feeling your phone vibrate, you take it out of your pocket and unlock the screen.

Kwangbae ❤️ (11:31 AM): Bedroom. Now.

“You let that slut kiss you on the cheek like that?” she said when you two reached an employee rest area given the title of Bedroom. It was a secluded area two floors above yours. It was well known throughout the company as a place where employees could go if they wanted to hook up during work hours. Somehow, it always managed to be sanitized. There must have been some unspoken code of agreement that this area would only have one purpose considering the room contained a couch and bed. There even was a sink and fully stocked refrigerator. You weren’t sure how or why the company allowed this, but were thankful since you and Hyewon have spent plenty of time there.

“I didn’t expect it.” you said. “Gahyun’s harmless. She may be bad at her job, but I’m pretty sure she knows you and I are together.”

“Still…” Hyewon said, running her hands up your shirt. “I don’t like the way she pushed her sorry excuse for tits against your face.”

“Babe… there’s no need to be jealous. I only see you.”

“I just don’t like her. Enough small talk, take your clothes off.” she said, unbuttoning her dress shirt and tossing it onto the couch.

“You know, with how many people come into this room… I always wonder how they keep it so sanitary.” you said, dropping your slacks. “This must cost the company a fortune.

“The president wanted to make his employees feel comfortable at work. Which somehow included designated areas to be relaxed sexually. It’s one of the few things he actually bothered to get right when listening to people’s concerns.” Hyewon said, roughly stroking your cock as she kissed your neck.

While the two of you were in the middle of kissing, you heard footsteps coming towards the outside of the door. Both of you stopped, Hyewon leaning on your exposed chest. She heard your rapidly increasing heartbeat.

“I’m telling you, we have to fire Gahyun…”

“I’m not disagreeing with you, but we have to go about this properly. Her father won’t be too happy to hear his daughter has been fired from the company he invested so much money into.”

“Bora, we have to do something. Intern evaluations are in a week and the boss is already on our case about Gahyun. You know her temper.”

“Still..”

Hyewon softly stroked your cock, causing you to moan. As she pinched your nipple, she looked up at you and gently told you to be quiet. A smile was plastered on her face, thrilled that someone was outside the door.

You heard a rather loud noise and a yelp from the woman named Bora. The sound was all too familiar to you, the person she was with has just slapped her ass.

“Babe! That hurt… my ass is still sore from the pounding you gave me last night.” she whined.

“Why don’t we make it feel even better then.” the man said, jiggling the doorknob. Hyewon giggled as she continued stroking your cock.

“Guess someone else beat us. Let’s go to the employee restroom on this floor.”

“Gross, no! Babe, they can never get rid of the urine smell.”

“Next floor it is then.”

The two of you remained quiet until the voices outside were no longer audible.

“That was hot.” Hyewon said.

“But pretty scary.”

“Awh, they took too long. Guess we have to go back.”

“Wait. Why don’t we take our break for a few more minutes?”

Hyewon squealed in delight. Her eyes were filled with lust and desire, watching you intently as she planted kisses on your chest and made a trail until she got on her knees and was now facing your erect cock.

When it was time to get off work for the day, Hyewon told you she would be staying behind to try and catch up on the assignments she was given.

“Go have a night out, baby. You deserve it. But make sure you have some energy for me.”

As you leave work, you drive around with no real purpose. Going with the flow of traffic, you drive until you reach the surrounding outskirts of the city. By this time, it is now nightfall. You weren’t one to go to clubs or bars, but wanted to do something different and find a new way to relax. The red lights and bright neon signs attracted you to a lone establishment.

After paying the ridiculously high entrance fee that you were sure was just a way for the extremely tall bouncer to earn tips and hearing a rather small woman scream loudly as she entered a cab with three other people, you entered the club and were met with loud, thumping bass. Copious amounts of scantily clad women surrounding rich looking businessmen were scattered across the club’s various couches. As you see a waitress walk by wearing nothing but shorts and a black bikini top, you softly tapped her shoulder.

“Excuse me, miss. Do you happen to know where this is? I got kinda lost just driving around.” you said, explaining to her where your neighborhood is.

“Oh, honey. We’re 30 miles the opposite direction. Why don’t you stay and get a lap dance though? Although if you’re looking for Alice, she just left a few minutes ago with two girls and a guy. Looked like they were her coworkers. That bitch sprayed her putrid perfume to try and get rid of the smell but couldn’t be bothered to clean up the lube, pussy juices or cum from the couch. God that slut squirted so much… Bitches. Anyways, we just hired a new girl. Her name’s Kazoo. Second night in and she’s made more money than half the girls who’ve been working here for years. What I would kill to have a pair of tits like that…” she said before walking away.

Looking around, you made your way through the club and managed to find an empty lounge chair. After another waitress approached you and asked what you would like to drink, you ordered a soda. You wanted to keep your senses fully aware, along with the fact that you eventually have to drive home.

Handing the waitress a tip when she returned, you took a sip of the cola. The cold, carbonated beverage quenching your thirst. As your eyes roamed the club, you sighed before taking your phone out and looking at it. 11:37 PM.

“Lap dance, babe?” A woman asked you.

Not bothering to look up, you take out several bills. The woman snatches your money and slipped it inside her garter belt. You hear the sounds of heels clacking before feeling a pair of majestic, muscular thighs straddle your lap. Wrapping her arms around your neck, the woman began grinding away. You felt her crotch rubbing against yours, causing your body to react as your cock began to harden under her.

“Try not to make a mess in your pants.” she teased.

“I’ll have you know I have some self control. Getting hard doesn’t mean anything.”

“We’ll just see about that.”

You felt the woman moving her body in a steady rhythm, her wide hips rocking back and forth. The constant friction made your cock painfully hard. You wanted nothing more than to free it from its cloth prison. The woman knew this, rubbing her crotch up and down before placing two fingers under your chin and causing you to make eye contact with her.

“You really should be enjoying the show, baby.”

When your eyes finally caught the woman’s, both of you instantly panicked.

“E-Eunbi?”

“Baby?”

Eunbi immediately got off your lap and grabbed your wrist, whisking you to a quieter part of the club.

“Baby, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. And don’t call me baby, we’re not together anymore.”

“I-I didn’t expect anyone I knew to find me all the way out here. But, I’m glad it was you.”

“Eunbi, why are you here? Is this what your life has come to after we broke up?”

“Hey! Our breakup was extremely hard on me. You were my first serious boyfriend. And we only broke up because I was still young and immature and I didn’t want to wait for you after you enlisted. I cried everyday for a month when we ended things.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Eunbi, you broke my heart.”

“I know. And I live with that regret every single day. Please, I hope you can forgive me.”

Eunbi wrapped her arms around you, sobbing into your chest. Trying her best to stifle her tears, you spend several minutes softly stroking the back of her head. As she tightens her hold on your waist, your bodies accidentally nudge the money on her garter belt, causing it to fall onto the floor.

Several more minutes later, Eunbi raises her head from your chest. Her eyes still glistening with tears, her face that was even more beautiful than you remembered made you unable to resist when she raised her face to yours and kissed you.

Originally a soft kiss, it quickly deepens as your lips and tongues reacquaint themselves with each other. The first embers of forgotten burning passion well up inside and reawaken as the two of your bodies reconnect.

“Mommy needs you now.” she says softly, stating her bedroom nickname you knew all too well.

“I don’t think here is a good -”

“My shift is technically over. Come home with me?”

“Eunbi, I -”

“Shh.” she said, answering with a soft peck on the lips.

“You’ll be a good boy and come home with mommy, right? I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” she whispered seductively into your ear, causing the hairs on your body to stand up.

Taking her by the hand, the two of you got into your car and drove to her apartment.

Not even fully stepping inside, Eunbi kisses you again - much more fiercely than at the club. You wanted to slow down, have a deeper conversation about how you two reconnected once more. Your body however is unable to resist the temptation of her curvy, toned body pressing up against yours. Eunbi’s tongue invades your mouth as your hands explore her body. She releases her control of your mouth when she has run out of air, both of you breathing heavily as you press your foreheads together.

“Mommy, I -”

Dragging you into her bedroom, Eunbi softly pushes you onto a sofa chair near her bed. Stuffed animals and bright colors filled her room.

“I’ll be right back, baby.” she said, heading to the bathroom and closing the door.

It doesn’t take long until you hear the door opening, revealing Eunbi in a black sheer robe with black lingerie underneath. You instantly noticed it was similar to Hyewon’s. Smiling mischievously at you, she approaches you slowly before taking a seat on your lap.

“You like?”

“I always have.” you replied, unable to take your eyes off Eunbi’s magnificent chest. Her lips curled into a smile once more. As you place your hands on her thighs and gently move them up, you relish in the nostalgia of her ridiculously soft skin before Eunbi swipes your hand away just as you are about to reach her tits.

“You aren’t allowed to touch mommy yet, baby.”

Placing her arms behind your neck, she brings her face closer to yours. Eunbi bites on her lower lip, slowly grinding against your lap. Leaning onto you until your faces are only centimeters apart, she presses her lips against yours for a deep, passionate kiss.

Your body feels electrified, the memories of your relationship arriving all at once as you felt Eunbi’s soft, full lips pressing against yours while her body grinds on your rapidly erecting cock. Her first kiss is followed by another, each consecutive one being deeper than the last. Eunbi uses her palms to bring your head closer to her, your eyes struggling to stay open as you reciprocate, lust and pure instinct of a beautiful woman kissing you causing you to indulge in the taste of Eunbi’s savory lips. Her lips were still so soft, a stark contrast to how deep her kisses were. When she pulls away, the two of you look at each other. Full of desire, lust, and longing.

“Mommy, we s-shouldn’t-”

“Shh, baby. My roommate is gone for the night. I’ll make you scream as loud as I want..” Eunbi replied before moving in with another kiss. You tried pulling away, having more questions for her. Eunbi however, has other plans. She tightens her hold on your neck, making you look into her round, beautiful eyes.

“You’re such a bad boy, baby. Stay still and let mommy make you feel good.”

Eunbi brings you closer again for another kiss, but is much more forceful this time. Aggressively pushing her tongue past your lips, you feel it fight for control against yours. You knew it was wrong, Hyewon was your girlfriend. But secretly, seeing Eunbi again, you felt how genuine her love still is for you. With desire and lust festering up inside you, Eunbi takes control. Each kiss lowers your resolve, your defenses being suppressed as she does exactly what she said she would and makes you feel good.

Your tongue reciprocates, pushing back against hers as your hands make their way down to her bottom. Her round flesh was still so soft, full inside your palms. You feel Eunbi smiling through your kisses before she pulls away when she feels the two of you need to catch your breath.

“Punish me, mommy.”

Eunbi’s seductive smile arouses you even more as she returns to capturing your lips. This time, she was much more passionate. She satisfies her hunger, feeling your hands squeezing her ass as she grinds on your lap. The sounds of her moans and body reacting to yours pleases you. Your bodies are filled with lust, your natural body heat causing the two of you to remove clothing. Her hands leave the back of your neck and help you free yourself of your button up shirt. Tossing it onto the floor along with her black sheer robe, Eunbi returns to savoring the taste of your lips. You feel her soft, delicate hands unbuckle your slacks. She smiles at you sweetly, sliding her body off your lap.  She leaves a trail of bright red lipstick marked kisses down your body before assuming a kneeling position between your legs.

Tossing your slacks across her bedroom floor, Eunbi bites her bottom lip as she plants a kiss where your cock is bulging out. Looking down, you find her seductive gaze as she frees you of your boxers. Pulling the thin piece of fabric down, she exposes your hard cock to the cool nighttime air.

“Just as I remembered.” she said, her eyes trying to soak up as much of you as possible. Licking her lips hungrily, she grabs ahold of your base and gives you slow, agonizing licks until she reaches your tip. You instinctively close your eyes, letting out a soft moan.

“Fuck, mommy…” you said as Eunbi continues dragging her wet tongue on the underside of your shaft. When she reaches the tip once more, her tongue swirls around it. Collecting the precum that is dribbling out of your slit, she takes it in her mouth and spits a generous amount of saliva onto your cock. Using her tongue, she spreads it across every inch. You open your eyes and see Eunbi methodically lathering your cock with her saliva until it is glistening. Once she is satisfied, Eunbi grips your shaft and slowly begins stroking you.

She does so in counterclockwise and smooth up and down strokes. You close your eyes once more and tilt your head back, feeling the pleasure of her wonderful handjob. Her hand moves up and down with ease thanks to her saliva lubricating you. Your moans increase in volume the longer she continues.

“Baby likes when mommy strokes his cock, doesn’t he?”

“Y-Yes, mommy.” you reply, returning your attention back onto Eunbi. Her expression is sweet, but you knew she was currently anything but.

“Mommy should put this inside her mouth, shouldn’t she?” Eunbi asked, wettening her lips once more. You were unable to properly respond, her hand rendering you speechless.

“Let mommy know what you want, baby.”

“I want… m-mommy to…”

“You want mommy to what?”

“S-Suck… my… cock…” you managed to stifle out in between heavy moans.

Eunbi grinned, happy to see you surrender to your inner desires and lust. Lining you in front of her mouth, Eunbi parts her lips with your tip. You release a heavy breath, as she engulfs your cock. The all too familiar euphoric sensation of entering Eunbi’s mouth once more causes you to close your eyes.

Your hands firmly grip the armrests as pressure slowly builds up inside you. Your moans continue as Eunbi begins to slowly bob her head up and down. She takes the top half of your cock into her warm, wet mouth. You feel her tongue dragging across the underside of your shaft. Forcing your eyes open, you look down and take in the fact that your first love, Kwon Eunbi is currently on her knees and looking at you while performing an action she has done far too many times during your relationship.

“Mommy, that feels so fucking good.” you moaned as your eyes are hypnotized by Eunbi sucking your cock. You find the strength to release your grip of the left armrest and run your fingers through her dark brown locks before palming the back of her head. Eunbi smiles through a mouthful of cock, happy you are enjoying her sinful act. Your hand follows along to her bobbing motions, guiding her rhythm before she temporarily retreats her mouth from your cock. Spitting an obscene amount of saliva onto your shaft, she looks at you seductively as she slaps her cheeks with your cock.

Taking your cock back into her mouth, Eunbi’s hands rest atop of your thighs. Your hand guides her rhythm as she bobs her head up and down. She takes you deeper inside as she increases her pace, causing your load moans to resume as Eunbi takes every inch of your cock effortlessly. You loved Eunbi’s blowjobs, watching as she managed to take you fully into her mouth bobbing her head up and down repeatedly. Her mouth was always so warm and wet, her saliva began to escape. She loved keeping a pool of spit, as it allowed your cock a smoother entry to the back of her mouth.

While a noticeable gagging sound would be heard from Hyewon, Eunbi was an expert at sucking your cock. Each time it struck the back of her throat, she showed no signs of struggle. Her erotic moans sent a tingling vibration through your shaft as she consumed your cock. With lust filled eyes and determination to make you feel good, you knew Eunbi was enjoying herself, perhaps even more than you were. She surprises you by suddenly forcing your cock down her mouth until her lips are your crotch. This causes you to moan loudly as you feel your cock deep inside her throat.

Gripping your thighs while you hold the back of her head with both hands, both of you are deeply absorbed by the erotic act. You counted the seconds that passed, wanting to see how long she would be able to hold you for. Eunbi shakes her round ass as you force her head deeper. After about forty seconds, she releases your cock. Gasping for air and a generous amount of saliva dripping from your cock and her mouth, she giggles in satisfaction.

“Holy fuck, mommy… that felt so good.”

“It’ll feel even better when you fuck mommy’s mouth, baby.”

Eunbi smiles at you as you stand up from the sofa chair. Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, she brushes her hair back and stares into your eyes. Knowing what she was hinting at, you run your fingers through her hair before holding onto it with one hand while the other holds the back of her head. As your cock enters Eunbi’s mouth once more, you close your eyes before beginning to thrust.

Giving her mouth time to adjust, you start off with slow yet powerful thrusts. Feeling your cock strike the back of her throat, you establish a steady rhythm. Your thrusts are rough, each consecutive one is faster and harder than the last. Eunbi gagging on your cock quickly becomes your favorite sound as you fuck her mouth roughly. Each thrust is sexually charged, wanting to show her how much better you’ve become since you two broke up. Both of you moan as your cock goes in and out of her mouth with you not holding back.

The pleasure is too much for Eunbi to handle, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she is aroused from how roughly you were treating her mouth. Her grip on your thighs is beginning to hurt, but the airtight seal of her lips slowly loosening up allows you to continue on through the pain. Saliva spills out of her mouth as your forceful thrusts continue. She spreads her legs apart, as she sits down and allows you to drive your cock deeper into her throat. Tears begin to form in her eyes as you strike the back of her throat. Eunbi looks up at you, pleading you to keep using her mouth however you want to. Feeling the pressure build up inside you, you roughly bob her head up and down even faster, closing your eyes as thrust inside her mouth until you erupt.

“Fuck, mommy!”

Your body violently shakes as you push her head all the way until you are fully inside her. Large amounts of hot, thick semen are deposited into Eunbi’s mouth. You open your eyes and look down, seeing Eunbi’s fully satisfied face as you fill her wet mouth until you have nothing left to give. Feeling you no longer throb inside her mouth, Eunbi slowly retreats her head from your saliva covered cock. Opening her mouth to show the copious amounts of cum you released, she playfully swishes it inside her mouth before swallowing it all instantly. Letting out a satisfied hum, she opens her mouth again and sticks her tongue out, letting you see it was now in her stomach. You lost strength in your legs, collapsing back onto the sofa chair.

“You taste just as sweet as I remembered.” Eunbi hums as she sucks your tip once more to clean it. Wiping her mouth and chin with your boxers, her satisfied expression soon becomes a seductive look of anger.

“Didn’t mommy teach you not to cum too early, baby?”

If there was one thing Eunbi hated more than being told you were too tired for sex, it was when you came too quickly. The first few times you had sex, she understood since you were still green. But Eunbi would edge you each time you did so. It certainly didn’t help that her mouth, pussy, breasts and thighs were all responsible for your fast orgasms. So as she continues to give you a deadly stare, you knew what was going to happen next.

“Come with me.”

Grabbing a hold of your cock, she brings you onto her bed. The pleasant aromas of her body wash and shampoos lingered, bathing your nose in a sense of nostalgia. Her current bed is quite spacious, the one she had in her apartment before you two lived together was barely able to fit you both. Sliding off her thong, you were once again greeted by her moist cavern. Her creamy, muscular thighs having previously spent as much time wrapped around your head as they were open. Reaching behind her, Eunbi unhooks her bra and tosses it onto the floor. Here she was, confidently displaying to you her milky colored skin: long, luscious legs, her shapely round ass thanks to long hours put in at the gym, a toned stomach you wanted to spend hours licking, and finally - the largest, softest pair of tits you’ve used far too many times as a pillow. Eunbi’s sweet smile fades away quickly as she bites her lower lip when she sees how your cock has returned to being extremely hard.

Once again using counter rotating motions and smooth up and down strokes, Eunbi’s hand travels up and down your cock with ease. Still holding onto your shaft, she reaches for something in her nightstand drawer and attaches it onto you. Her long black hair prevents you from seeing what it is, only hearing a small clicking sound near the base of your cock and feeling it wrap onto your balls.

“Mommy, what is this?” you asked when she moved away.

Eunbi flipped a switch on the device causing it to vibrate, sending a foreign sensation throughout your body.

“You asked me to punish you, right? It’s a cock ring. I don’t plan on turning it off until I’m fully satisfied. Mommy will teach you never to cum too early again.”

Your body went numb from the overwhelming pleasure. It was gradual, slowly creeping up until it overtook your entire body. You knew Eunbi would edge you for cumming too quickly, but you weren’t prepared for something like this. The ring continued pulsing, turning the embers of pleasure throughout your body into gradual flames of lust. While her bed was extremely soft and comfortable, you were not.

Pressing the switch, the cock ring increased in intensity. Your body tensed up, having been slightly accustomed to the previous setting.

“You’re so hard for mommy.” Eunbi said, stroking your shaft.

“That feels so good…”

“And to think, you came in my mouth a few minutes ago.” she said, squeezing your cock even harder as her hand roughly went up and down.

“Mommy, it hurts…”

“Good. That’ll teach you to cum without mommy’s permission.” Eunbi said in an annoyed tone. She continued stroking your cock, as you lay on the bed temporarily paralyzed by the pleasure.

“This still continues to give me problems…” she said, slapping your cock. Stroking you with both of her hands, Eunbi roughly spreads precum all over your length. Reaching under one of her pillows, she pulls out a long black device. Turning it on, you hear the same sound as the cock ring currently attached onto you. You gulped in response.

The moment it makes contact with your tip, your entire body becomes sensitive to its touch. Your shaft throbs in her hand as she runs the device on your head. You see it slowly changing colors from red to a deep purple as Eunbi giggles while rubbing the vibrator all across the top part of your cock. The sensations were too much. You wanted to cum, but weren’t able to.

“You like that, baby? You like when mommy edges your tip?”

“Y-Yes. Fuck, mommy…”

Eunbi smiles as she leans forward and kisses you sensually. Her lips were still so soft and wet, tugging on your lower lip as she bit them gently.

“I love you, mommy.” you blurted out.

“Do you?” she said, smiling. “Prove it.”

Eunbi sits between your legs, crossing her own. She was even more beautiful, if that was possible. She moistens her lips before turning around and shaking her round ass in front of you. Pushing her body towards your face, she lowered herself until she was mere inches from your face. Unable to restrain your desires any longer, you dove into her and licked whatever you could. Eunbi gasped slightly, surprised by your aggressiveness. She was wet, covering your face in her juices as you began to eat her out. The moment you tasted her, you remembered just how sweet she was. You were like a bee attracted to delicious nectar.

“Baby, that feels so good.” she said.

Twirling your tongue around her clit, Eunbi’s moans became increasingly louder. Massaging her clit gently, you soon started sucking on it, causing her to grip onto the sheets for support.

“Keep going, baby.” she panted.

You continued eating her pussy, alternating between inserting your tongue inside her moist cavern and sucking on her clit. Eunbi’s body jerked, forcing your head deeper inside her. The longer you went, the louder she moaned. It only took several minutes until her body tensed up as she let out a loud scream, arching her back as her body violently shook.

“Mommy, that was so delicious.” you said, kissing her clit and inner thighs once you finished consuming her juices.

“B-Baby, stand up.” she panted, struggling to catch her breath as a thin layer of perspiration lined her creamy skin.

Not giving you any time to rise, you feel Eunbi jumping onto you. Her powerful legs wrapped around your waist as you gripped onto her ass for support. She kissed you aggressively, biting your lower lip.

“Fuck me.”

Eunbi stroked your cock several times before guiding it into her. She was still so wet, you felt them spread over you as the two of you continued kissing each other. You grabbed handfuls of her ass as you pushed her body up and down your cock. With the cock ring still attached onto you, the vibrations stimulated you two even more.

“H-Harder.” Eunbi moaned. “Fuck me harder.”

Thrusting into her as hard as you could, Eunbi repeatedly begged you to fuck her faster. As your arms and legs started getting tired, you gently pushed her against the wall before continuing.

“Baby, are you going to make mommy cum again?” she asked, moving her hips in a circular motion as she twirls around your cock. “Mommy wants you to make her cum again.”

“Y-Yes, mommy.”

“O-Oh, fuck. Baby… the cock ring. It feels so fucking good against my clit. Keep fucking me harder.”

You kissed her neck roughly, gently nibbling on her skin as she wrapped her arms around you. Each ecstasy filled moan turned you on even more as you felt her walls wrapping themselves around your cock. Pushing yourself deeper inside her, you felt her juices staining your thighs and balls.

Eunbi eventually removes herself from your cock, getting down on her knees in front of you. As she started licking her own juices coating your shaft, you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from screaming as you felt her tongue painting long strokes.

“Mommy tastes so good, doesn’t she baby?” Eunbi asked, licking her lips in satisfaction. Stroking you roughly, she flicks her tongue across the head of your cock, giggling as she sees how painfully purple in color it has now become. Teasing you slightly, she decided to wrap her lips around you and push your cock inside her warm, wet mouth.

“Mommy…” you moaned.

Her hands explored your body as she sucked your cock. You held onto her soft, beautifully long hair as even though Eunbi was torturing you for cumming too quickly, she rewarded you for pleasuring her. When she has felt you had enough, she releases your cock from her mouth with a loud pop. Taking your hand, she leads you back onto the bed.

“Oh, fuck…” she moaned in a low tone as she inserted your cock back inside her.

“You’re so beautiful, mommy.” you said to her as she began riding you roughly. You felt her juices splashing all over your lower body as your hands explored her tight tummy. You were hypnotized as you watched Eunbi’s perfect, large tits bounce up and down as she rode you.

“Baby, you feel so big inside me.” she moaned before leaning down to kiss you.

Your hot, sweaty bodies pressed against each other as you felt her soft flesh press against you. When Eunbi arched her back once more, you leaned against her headboard before kissing her breasts. Caressing them, you were overwhelmed by how soft they were.

“Suck mommy’s tits, baby.” she cried out. “Suck them how you used to.”

You planted soft kisses onto them before circling your tongue around her nipples. Eunbi rode you with purpose, wanting to make up for the lost time you two spent apart.

“Mommy, I want to fuck you again.”

“Yes, fuck yes. Fuck mommy as hard as you can, okay baby?”

With your cock still inside her, Eunbi turned her body over so that her face was buried into her bed. Spreading her legs apart, you began thrusting inside her. You watched as Eunbi squeezed her large tits, pinching her nipples as you fucked her hard. The cock ring was the best thing to ever happen to you as it pulsed against her clit. You made sure she could feel it with each thrust.

“Your cock is so fucking good.” she moaned. “I love feeling it inside me so much.”

Eunbi moaned loudly, her walls squeezing your cock as you fucked her.

“Mommy’s cumming, baby.” she screamed. “Don’t fucking stop. Keep fucking mommy!”

Eunbi closed her eyes while she grabbed onto the sheets tightly. You roughly fucked her as her body vibrated from the feeling of your cock ring.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed as you held her body tightly in place.

“Baby, you feel so good. Fuck, I’m cumming!”

You watched as Eunbi’s body trembled violently, her breathing becoming erratic as your thrusts began to slow down in order to allow her to ride out her euphoric high.

“Baby… that was amazing.” she said quietly, her mouth still open.

You kept a tight hold on her as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I came so fucking hard.” she said, turning around.

“You did so well.” you said, leaning down and placing a tender kiss on her lips.

“It’s your turn to cum.” she said, holding onto your head. “Cum for mommy, okay?”

“Would you like that?” you asked, running your fingers through her damp hair.

“Please, baby. Please cum for mommy.” she said, giving you another passionate kiss.

As Eunbi got back onto her stomach, you slowly entered her body once more.

“Fuck…” the two of you moaned in unison.

You held onto her wide hips as you fucked her hard. Her soft, round ass bounced back and forth against your pelvis each time you thrusted into her. Her bed began to creak from how rough you were pounding Eunbi. She moaned loudly as you grabbed handfuls of her ass while going balls deep inside her.

“Harder…” she said, sweat dripping off her body and onto the bed sheets.

Eunbi’s body slowly dropped down onto the bed as she struggled to stay conscious.

“You’re so fucking deep, baby. Oh my god...” she cried out.

With handfuls of her ass still in your hands, you spread them apart.

“Slap my ass.” she said, rubbing her pussy with her hands. “Slap it, baby.”

You smacked her soft flesh as hard as you could, sending her into a euphoric frenzy of indiscernible moans.

“Mommy’s cumming again, baby.” she said. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me cum again!”

“Cum…” you moaned. “I’m cumming too, mommy.”

“Cum inside mommy, baby.”

Eunbi’s loud screams reverberated around the apartment as you fucked her until the pressure building inside you released. Both of your toes curled from the pleasure as you exploded inside Eunbi. Her body was still shaking from the aftershocks when her body collapsed on top of yours, your cock still inside her.

“Baby…” she whimpered, unable to lift her head up. “You fucked me so well.”

“It felt so good.” you said, breathing heavily.

“I love you, baby.” Eunbi said in between her own heavy breaths. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, mommy.” you replied, squeezing her butt once more as the two of you kissed each other before falling asleep.

The sun shined brightly the next morning, waking you up as you felt Eunbi wrapped around you tightly.

“Hi, baby.” she said in a soft voice as you rubbed your eyes.

“Goodmorning, mommy.” you said, smiling as you gave her a peck on the lips.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, covering her face with her hair.

The two of you were still naked, Eunbi’s chest pressed against you as she slowly climbed on top of your body.

“Do you regret last night?” she asked suddenly.

Thinking over the events of the past twenty-four hours, her words rang through your mind. It was wrong. But deep down, you knew nothing could compare to the pleasure you received from Eunbi. As you opened your mouth to answer, she stopped you.

“Don’t answer that.” she said in a defeated tone that made you feel bad. “I’m okay not know-”

“Eunbi, I don’t regret anything.”

“Y-You don’t?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

You shook your head. “I don’t.” you firmly state.

“Does that mean you’ll take me back?” she weakly said.

Before you could respond, Eunbi presses her lips against yours once more. It was tender, full of love as if she wanted to make sure you knew how she felt about you. Your hands move instinctively, one placed on the back of her head while the other massages her soft ass as she cups your face. When the kiss deepens, you place both hands on her ass as she wraps her arms around your neck. Slowly getting up, she wraps her thighs around your hips as the two of you slowly walk into her bathroom. Dismounting from your hold, Eunbi turns the shower heads on before stepping into the shower and holding onto your hand for you to enter as well.

The warm water soothes your aching muscles, giving you both a sense of relaxation. It soon becomes scalding hot, you forgot how much Eunbi loved hot showers. Once the two of you were thoroughly wet, you watched as she grabbed the nearby loofah and poured body wash onto it. Giggling from the noise it made, Eunbi turned an opportunity for the two of you to get clean into an erotic show as she lathered up her voluptious body, taking extra time to soap up her heavenly tits. She moaned with each pinch and pull of her nipples as she felt your cock becoming hard due to the two of you standing close together.

“Baby, you’re already hard when I’m trying to clean myself?” she teased, biting her lower lip. “Let me clean you up too.”

Eunbi takes her time in washing you, making sure every inch of your skin is covered in her mango body wash. As she traces the loofah down your chest and stomach, she stops on your lower body. Holding your cock in her hands, she runs the loofah across it, the slightly rough material tickling you slightly. Eunbi smiles as she slowly strokes you, pulling on your cock as she roughly kisses you. The two of you enter the water again in order to wash the suds away. Not breaking your connection, you slowly move backwards until your legs bump into the built in shower bench. Sitting on it, you bring Eunbi onto your lap. Your hard cock is pressing against her stomach as you give her another passionate kiss.

She moans as you nibble on her lower lips, closing her eyes as her body begins to respond. Eunbi’s back arches when she feels you place each of your hands on her ass cheeks, massaging them before giving a firm squeeze.

You only break the kiss when you feel too lightheaded and need oxygen. Eunbi struggles to catch her breath as well, her pink lips slightly puffy and her cheeks flushed. Eunbi was the most beautiful woman in the world in your eyes.

Eunbi’s lips attach themselves onto your jaw, nibbling on your skin as she leaves marks behind.

“Mommy needs you.” she murmured just loud enough for you to hear.

Placing a hand on your chest, Eunbi guides your cock inside her. The two of you moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto you until she had reached your base. She has a hard time adjusting, but is too clouded by desire to care. Eunbi watches you close your eyes as her tight, velvety walls wrap tightly around you. She bounces her body up and down, her tits jiggling each time. Her body unconsciously tightens her muscles around you, the same way it did the first time you two had sex.

“Mommy…” you said, exhaling deeply. “Fuck, do it again.”

Eunbi clenches her vaginal muscles around your cock again, earning herself your cries of pleasure.

Your hands palm her cheeks once more, bouncing Eunbi on your lap. Her eyes roll to the back of her head when you accidentally discover a sensitive spot within her. With each roll of your hips, you make sure to hit that very same spot.

“Fuck, mommy’s going so crazy.” she moaned when you take her erect nipples inside your mouth, gently biting on it.

“Baby…” she said as her stomach began to feel heavy. You continue pounding her newfound sensitive spot, feeling Eunbi’s freshly manicured nails raking your back in scratches as her body trembles with an arriving orgasm.

“Baby!” she screamed repeatedly. You continued rocking Eunbi back and forth, prolonging the duration of her orgasm.

“Baby, please.” she whispered, blowing hot air gently into your ear.

“Oh my god…” she whined, her eyes rolling back into her head as your hips crashed against hers. The water was no longer burning hot, but neither of you cared about the temperature change. Eunbi feels so comfortable on your lap and in your arms that her eyes began drooping.

“Why don’t we get cleaned up and continue this in bed, mommy?”

It is now early afternoon as Eunbi moves around the kitchen. The aroma of her cooking fills the entire apartment. You arrive to see her back facing you. Crossing your arms, you observe Eunbi gently singing a song. She is not wearing any clothes, providing you with a wonderful view of her milky skin as her soft, round butt jiggles with each step. You sneak up behind her and wrap your arms around her slender waist.

“Hi, baby. Did you have a good nap?” she giggled, not turning around.

“No, you weren’t there with me.” you said, burying your face into the crook of her neck.

“I’m sorry.” she said. “I wanted to surprise you by making us lunch. We did use up a lot of energy.”

Eunbi bit her lip as she remembered the erotic shower and following quickie. She felt happy to be with someone instead of just touching herself and using her imagination. She lost count how many times you managed to make her cum consecutively.

“What are we having?” you asked as your hands naughtily reached inside her apron and began to squeeze her breasts. Eunbi is unable to respond as she moans from your touch.

“I hope you don’t mind Japanese food.” she said sweetly.

“Not at all. I’m just a guest here. Do you need any help?”

“Do you mind helping me set the table?” she asked, her eyes drifting towards the empty table while she washes rice at the sink. “It’ll be for three people.”

“Three?” you asked.

“My roommate’s coming back, remember?”

“O-Oh yeah.”

As Eunbi hears clinking sounds from you setting the table, she goes to the refrigerator and pulls out salmon and tuna. While you sit down at the table and scroll through your phone, your view is blocked when you find Eunbi sitting on your lap.

“You like? It’s called a hadaka apron. One of the Japanese girls at work told me her boyfriend gets turned on when she wears it. I never had a reason to until now.” she said, allowing you to admire her body in just an apron. Your mouth began to water as you stared at her milky colored tits and delicious cleavage.

“I love it.”

“Thanks, baby.” she smiled, giving you a kiss on the lips. The two of you sit in silence except for the sounds of your lips connecting and disconnecting. You reach behind her, running your hand through her butt before finding the knot of her apron. Slowly untying it, you are about to remove it off her when the rice cooker goes off. Startling the two of you, Eunbi dismounts your lap and checks on it. You sighed.

Once she makes sure the rice is done, Eunbi goes to the refrigerator to get some side dishes out. Bending over, you stealthily approach her from behind. She yelps when she feels her ass sting from your sudden slap.

“Ow!” she screamed when you slapped her other cheek. The force is so strong she has to support herself by holding onto the edge of the refrigerator door.

“Baby, that feels so good! Harder!” she said, looking back at you. She is unable to brace herself as you slap her ass once again. Her ass burns in pain, yet feels so good. You remained silent, focusing only on spanking her.

“Baby!” she screamed. You held onto her hip, keeping her in place as you continued.

By the time you have spanked her ten times, Eunbi is panting and shaking. She is a mess, her juices dripping onto the floor.

“Oh fuck, baby…” she moaned when she feels your cock entering her. Not wasting any time on foreplay, she is thankful the refrigerator is open as you begin pounding her. The cold air coming out cools down her body radiating heat. Your mind is only focused on Eunbi, you noticed that she is even tighter in this position and that you are fond of a woman being bent over in the kitchen. Making a mental reminder for when you fuck Hyewon, you watch your cock enter and exit her pussy.

“Mommy is so tight.”

Eunbi was extremely wet, her juices coating your cock as you roughly thrust into her. Her moans fueled you to keep going. She could feel every inch of your cock rubbing against her walls. The sensation is becoming too much, her orgasm building quickly.

“Ahh, baby!” she screamed when she felt you pull out and re-enter her pussy. She wasn’t even given time to whine over the temporary loss of your cock as your tip hits her cervix.

“B-Baby! Slow down… Oh fuck!”

The feeling is painful for her, yet wonderful at the same time. Each of your thrusts are powerful, causing Eunbi to moan repeatedly. Standing on her tiptoes, she knows your firm hold on her waist is the only thing supporting her at this point.

Your pelvis meets hers, her soft flesh jiggling from the force. Her ass is still tender from your spankings, so her moans and cries of pleasure are unexpectedly louder than usual. This position gives you full access to Eunbi’s wonderful body.

Your hands roam beneath the fabric of her apron to find her tits. Cupping a breast in each hand, you give them a good squeeze while placing your thumb slightly above her nipples. Eunbi arches her back and her knees buckle as her body reacts to yours. Her hands gripping the refrigerator are shaking.

Eunbi screams when she feels her orgasm arrive. The pressure of her cum is so strong, it pushes your cock out of her pussy. Her body shakes as you watched her juices drip onto the floor below. Rubbing your tip against her clit, another orgasm washes through her.

The intensity of her orgasms leaves Eunbi unable to brace herself any longer. Her legs have become jelly and her arms tremble as she loses her remaining strength. Carrying her in your arms, you placed her onto the dining room table. Goosebumps form on her exposed skin when her back touches the cold surface. Both of you pay no attention to the open refrigerator door and forget you were making a meal.

Eunbi lets out a satisfied moan when she sees your head disappear between her legs. She recalled the first time you ate her out, giggling as you treated her pussy like a lollipop. Now, you were much more experienced. Eunbi screamed when you took her still sensitive clit between your lips. You nibble on it, applying pressure. This causes her fingers to find your head. Her head starts to spin when she feels you bite on her clit softly, inserting two fingers inside her simultaneously. Applying pressure on a certain part of her walls you discovered a month into your relationship, Eunbi’s body began to rise in temperature. Merely ten seconds later, she screams your name loudly as she experiences another orgasm - one that causes her to be drenched in her own juices.

The weakening grip on the back of your head tells you her orgasm has slowly died down. Pulling yourself up, Eunbi sees your mouth glistening with her cum. She finds you even more sexy as you licked your lips clean. Her walls are still pulsating from the aftershock as her face blushes. Breathing erratically from the consecutive orgasms you gave her, Eunbi’s chest heaves up and down. Taking one of her perfect puffy pink nipples into your mouth, your hand gently squeezes the other.

“Mmm, baby…” Eunbi moaned as you continued to devour her tits. Alternating between each, you make sure to massage the one that is not currently in your mouth. Pressing your lips back onto hers, Eunbi feels you fill her up once again.

“Oh fuck, baby…” she moaned in pleasure.

You grab onto her muscular thighs, spreading them open before wrapping them around your waist. Eunbi wrapped her arms around your neck as her cute round ass jiggles in rhythm with your movements.

“Baby… please, don’t stop! Please, oh fuck. Don’t stop… ahh!” she moaned.

A hint of desperateness in her voice, Eunbi wanted to cum again. And make you cum for her. The sounds of your erotic moans as well as wet flesh smacking against wet flesh filled them room as you both let out sexual secretions. You feel her breasts press against your chest as Eunbi feels her face grow warm from the lewd sounds your bodies are making.

You continued thrusting in her, having held yourself back too long from your desire and lust. Each of your thrusts earns you a lively moan from Eunbi. You are temporarily hypnotized by her breasts bouncing up and down from the intensity at which you were fucking her.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” she announces. Unable to properly speak, you merely let out a loud grunt.

“Baby… mommy can’t hold it. Ahh!” her body begins trembling, squirming as she clenches her tight walls around your shaft.

“Mommy, I’m about to cum!” you said, feeling her moist flesh spasming along with your rough thrusts.

“Ahh… yes! Cum for mommy, baby!” Letting out a loud moan, Eunbi raises her ass upwards for a slightly better angle to receive your cum.

“I’m cumming!” you screamed once you made a powerful thrust deep inside her pussy. Your cock throbs as her tight, velvety walls clamp onto your dick. Pouring hot, thick semen inside Eunbi causes her own orgasm to occur. Your releases mix together, both of you moaning loudly in satisfaction.

“Oh my fucking god…” Eunbi moaned as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her body wriggles in pleasure as she continues lacing together incoherent moans.

Slowly pulling out of Eunbi, you watched as thick gobs of your semen and her juices slowly dripped out of her freshly fucked pussy. Her lips are still pulsating slightly from the pleasure she was given. When the two of you are finished, you both catch your breath as you lean down and give her tender, passionate kisses. Eunbi is fully satisfied, happy to be in your arms again. 

Both of you were deaf to the sound of the front door unlocking and being opened.

“Unnie, I’m home.”

The two of you stop kissing as you heard her roommate enter the apartment. Pushing your body off of her, Eunbi feels your creamy cum dripping between her trembling thighs. She somehow found the strength to stand on wobbling legs. Thankfully their apartment had a large hallway that hid the kitchen from the main entrance. Hearing her heartbeat quickly against her chest as she leaned onto you for support, Eunbi looked up at you. Still trying her best to recover from how many orgasms you gave her, you smiled sweetly at her before planting another kiss on her lips. She bites her lower lip when you release hers.

“Go change in my room, baby.” she said softly. “I’ll clean up here.”

Giving her ass a quick squeeze, you gather your clothes and hurry into her bedroom. Thankful that she put tissue boxes all over the apartment, she grabs a few and uses them to wipe your sticky cum between her legs.

“Unnie?” She hears her roommate call for her again the moment she discarded it in the trash.

“There you are.” Her roommate says as she pulled Eunbi in for a hug.

“Hi dear. Welcome home.” she replied softly, reciprocating the hug.

“You’re wearing clothes, this isn’t like you.” her roommate teased. Thankfully she was distracted long enough that Eunbi managed to run to the outside bathroom and had a set of clothes ready.

“Hey noona, this perfume smells pretty go-”

“Oppa?”

“Hyewon?”

You froze up as you saw your girlfriend before you.

“Babe, what are you doing here?”

You and Eunbi looked at each other, unable to respond. Eunbi flashes a quick smile before she hugs Hyewon from behind.

“I ran into him when I was at the convenience store. He was looking around for something and asked me what ice cream flavor would be good. When I saw you as his lock screen, I asked if he knew you. He told me you were his girlfriend. So I told him you liked it vanilla.” She said, biting her lip at the last sentence.

You stared at Eunbi, surprised that she could lie just as good as she gave head.

“Oh, I see. Well anyways, sorry we couldn’t go out last night baby. I slept at work. Did you miss me?” Hyewon pouted, going into your arms for a hug. Jealousy briefly appears in Eunbi’s eyes when she sees Hyewon plant a kiss on your lips. Not knowing what occurred, Hyewon treated it as a happy coincidence you were now in her shared apartment. Anger slowly manifested in Eunbi’s heart. Knowing you were no longer her boyfriend, but someone else’s. And that someone being her roommate and best friend.

Going into the kitchen, you noticed the various ingredients Eunbi had out for your meal. The two of you were busy savoring each other’s bodies that no actual cooking got done. After putting on the apron Eunbi wore, which included Hyewon trying to hug you as much as possible, it was time to create some semblance of a meal.

Eunbi returned a few minutes later, having changed into a red crop tank and yellow shorts. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she winks at you before sitting across from Hyewon.

“Unnie, I thought you had a shift today?” Hyewon asked.

“I did, but one of the girls offered to take mine. She needed the hours.” Eunbi said.

“Oppa, do you want to see a photo of unnie? It’s during her very first day at her current job.”

You headed over to Hyewon, choosing not to look Eunbi in the eyes as you smiled and see her wearing a red apron and looking intently at the drink in front of her. Seeing this photo made you remember one of your very first dates.

“Baby, look!” she said, pointing to a cafe you two happened to walk by.

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she viewed the various drinks and desserts being freshly made.

“Why don’t you work here?” you asked.

“You know I’m not good under pressure, baby.” she replied.

“Then why are you so satisfied when I’m on top of you in bed?”

“Baby!” she said, hitting your shoulder.

“You really should work here, though. It’s your wish.”

“I don’t know, baby...”

“It’s never too late to start.”

“Oh, there’s a new bubble tea shop! Baby, let’s go there!” Eunbi said, holding your hand and dragging you with her.

Eunbi still was one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever met.

“So, what are you making?” Hyewon asked you as she powered on her Nintendo Switch and began playing.

“Japanese food, I hope that’s alright with you.” you said.

“Yummy, I can’t wait.”

Heading back to the kitchen you grab the leftover carton of eggs in the fridge and begin cracking them into a bowl. You feel a pair of hands wrap themselves behind you and realize Eunbi has snuck away from the dining table you previously fucked her on. Trying your best to remove her naughty hands and not get you two caught, Eunbi roughly grabs your crotch from behind before standing before you. Admittedly, Eunbi had it all - perfect curves, large, soft breasts, powerful, muscular thighs and a round, plump butt you loved spanking. Many long hours at the gym combined with good genetics made Eunbi into the woman whose body you appreciated and loved being inside.

Eunbi placed a finger on her lips, preemptively warning you of what was about to happen. Quickly dropping down onto her knees, she almost rips your shorts off your body. In one swift motion, Eunbi opens her tight crop tank in order to allow your freed cock in between her soft flesh. A soft moan escapes her lips as she wraps your shaft with her warm, perfect tits.

“Oh, fuck.” you groaned softly, trying your best not to be too loud as the pressure quickly spikes as Eunbi takes you in and out of her hot cleavage. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, you try your best to beat the eggs in the bowl. The sounds at which your chopsticks whisked them matched Eunbi’s tits moving up and down your cock. You regretted looking down, seeing her squeeze her breasts together as she finds her nipples and pinches them with her thumb and index fingers.

“Baby…” she moaned as you continued thrusting your cock between her breasts. “Fuck, you’re so hard.”

Eunbi’s large, round eyes were a faux innocent juxtaposition to her breasts wrapping themselves tightly around your cock. Her cute, pure features were replaced with lust and desire. The tip and upper part of your cock constantly poked in and out between her soft flesh. Each thrust was delicious, wet and hot.

She removes her flesh from your cock after a few minutes, earning a small whine from you. Giggling, she tells you to be quiet once more as her small hand wraps around your base and begins to stroke. Her eyes stare into yours as her pink tongue flicks over the head of your cock, consuming the copious amounts of precum leaking out.

Appreciating her tongue lathering your tip, you moaned once more as she parts her lips with the head of your cock and begins to suck on it.

Bobbing her head up and down, Eunbi takes you deep inside her mouth. Her throat is tight, swallowing your length while her large eyes possess all her desires for you. Placing a hand gently behind her head, you guide her rhythms as Eunbi surrenders herself to pleasuring you.

“Babe?” Hyewon asked.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?”

Eunbi’s eyes glint with anger as she sees you processing what Hyewon just said. Bobbing her head at a rapid pace, the pleasure she is giving you makes you take longer in giving an answer.

“S-Sure, where did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking we could get our nails done, go to the movies, have a simple date-”

“Fuck!” the word leaving your lips as you felt Eunbi bite on the head of your cock. She glares at you angrily, still having you inside her mouth. Shaking her head softly, her eyes never leave yours as she resumes bobbing up and down.

“What was that, babe?”

“I, uh… fuck yeah! We’ll make sure to pamper ourselves.” you said.

“I know, it’ll be great.” Hyewon said before sniffing her armpit. “I smell gross. I’m gonna take a shower, babe. Want to join me?”

“N-No, it’s okay. I already showered before I got here.” you said.

Hyewon looked at you, tilting her head slightly before shrugging her shoulders. “Your loss.”

Eunbi listens to Hyewon’s slippers leave the dining room until they are no longer audible. Laughing while your cock is still in her mouth, Eunbi takes off her top and pushes her breasts together between your cock once more, sandwiching it between her two soft mounds of flesh.

Moving her heavy breasts up and down creates a pleasurable friction for your cock thanks to Eunbi lubricating it with her mouth.

“You’re so fucking hard for mommy, baby.” Eunbi said in a sensual whisper as her eyes locked onto yours.

“Fuck, mommy… that feels so good.” you moaned as your hips thrusted into her breasts. Eunbi kisses the tip of your cock before lowering her head to taste more of you.

“Give mommy that hot, thick cum baby. Mommy wants to be well fed.” she said in a seductive tone. Her vulgar words motivate you, causing you to thrust even faster as you fuck Eunbi’s cleavage and her mouth simultaneously. She managed to wrap her lips around the head of your cock each time it reemerged from her cleavage.

“Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, mommy.” you managed to say as you hold onto her hair with one hand while the other grips the back of her head and locks it in place. One final thrust was all it took for you to erupt.

A thick rope of hot cum decorates her neck and lower jaw. The next one one manages to get on her left cheek and lower chin. Subsequent releases glaze her beautiful milky chest. Eunbi continues squeezing your cock with her tits throughout all of this. As she feels you still have a bit more to give, she releases you from her chest and wraps her lips around your cock. You savor this newfound change and thrust a few times into her mouth as you ride out the euphoric feeling.

Eunbi makes sure to thoroughly clean your cock, making sure not to miss a single inch as she sucks your still throbbing and sensitive length. Bobbing her head a few times for good measure, Eunbi releases your cock from her mouth with a loud pop. You both look down and see it glistening from a mixture of your cum and her saliva. Holding her top in her hands, Eunbi gets up and places both hands on your cheeks, giving you a long, loving kiss before smirking and walking away. You are left alone in the kitchen with your shorts draped around your ankles and missing Eunbi already.

“Unnie, it’s Hyewon.”

“I miss you too! I never see you at the company anymore even though you’re just a floor above.”

Just down the hall near her bedroom, Eunbi was on her knees taking you inside her mouth. Your eyes were closed, your head tilted back as your hand guided her warm, wet cavern that overwhelmed your senses as she bobs up and down your cock. Your wet shaft appeared for a few moments before returning between her wet lips. Eunbi’s bright pink tongue remained playing against the underside of your cock the entire time.

These past twenty four hours have made you miss Eunbi a lot. The way her cute face contrasted her vulgar language and sinful acts provided ridiculous pleasure to you both. Her lips wrapped around your shaft as it thoroughly explored her hot, wet mouth.

Your hands grabbed onto both sides of her head as she continued to pleasure you. Watching her shiny black hair bob up and down between your legs, it was clear Eunbi had one mission - to give you as much pleasure as possible in a quick amount of time. Sex with Eunbi was filled with tender and intimate moments, but most of the time she wanted it raw, for both of you to still be sore the next day.

“Fuck… mommy that feels amazing.”

Eunbi smiles as she releases your drenched cock from her mouth, saliva dripping onto your balls and the floor below.

“Baby, can you fuck mommy’s mouth? I’d really like that.” she said, her voice desperate. Eunbi was never one to beg for sex, but her giving you all the control turned you on in ways unimaginable. Taking your cock inside her mouth once more, you firmly grip onto both sides of her head.

“Yes, unnie. Oppa and I never let our personal relationship affect our work.”

“What do you mean? Chief Kim scolded us for being thirty seconds late! It’s not like we were still asleep.”

“... I asked him for a quickie in the shower that went on for too long. I’m sorry, unnie.”

You thrusted into Eunbi’s mouth initially with slow strokes. It gradually built up into a steady rhythm and before long, you rocked your hips back and forth as your cock enters and exits her needy mouth. Her wet lips and tongue cling onto your cock as you thoroughly fuck her mouth. She steadies herself by pressing her hands against your hips, your wet balls slapping against her chin with each thrust.

Roughly using her mouth, you were worried about hurting Eunbi. Looking into her eyes reassured you that she was okay. She wanted this. For a brief moment, you felt as if there was nothing else besides you and Eunbi. Her warm, wet mouth was all you needed as you thrust your cock in and out.

“Mommy likes when her baby uses her mouth, doesn’t she?”

“Mmphm.” was all you heard, Eunbi trying her best to form some semblance of a response. Her dirty talk was always erotic, but hearing her struggle to speak with your cock in her mouth fueled your lust even more.

Your mind was clouded, making you forget Hyewon was still at home in the apartment.

“Okay unnie, I have to go. I’ll see you at work!”

Hyewon’s loud voice brings you back to reality. Eunbi releases your hard cock out of her mouth with a loud pop, grinning as she sees it glistening with her saliva and dripping onto the floor.

Eunbi stroked your cock, spitting on her breasts to lather them up before wrapping them around your dick. You moaned, feeling your shaft trapped in her delicious cleavage.

“Mommy…” you moaned out.

She flashed a sweet smile at you as her tits squeezed your cock tightly. You were lost in Eunbi’s beautiful eyes as her tits pleasured you. She has done this so many times, far more times than you can count in the past twenty four hours, but the feeling of being between them never got old.

You bent down slightly and grabbed Eunbi’s thong, biting onto it hard due to the sudden sharp pleasure. 

“You like that, baby?”

“Mmphm!”

Eunbi smiled as you felt the pressure of her large mounds of flesh wrap themselves tighter around your cock. Her tits were always so warm, soft to the touch. Not wanting Hyewon to hear, Eunbi opens her mouth and releases a pool of saliva from her mouth. She wanted to ensure the friction was as smooth as possible.

She loved hearing your satisfied moans, but wanted to make you feel even better. Eunbi tried licking your tip each time it reappeared from deep between her cleavage.

“Mmphmmphm.” you moaned out, her thong preventing your words from being heard.

“I know, baby. It feels good for me too.” Eunbi said, seemingly reading your mind. Her soft flesh kept you inside her breasts, massaging your dick while simultaneously squeezing the life out of you. You were about to burst at any second.

“Unnie, oppa. I’m going to the store! Do you guys need anything?” Hyewon yelled from the living room.

“I’m okay, Hyewonie!” Eunbi yelled back, still bouncing her breasts up and down your cock.

“Oppa?”

“Mmphm!”

“What was that?”

“He said he’s okay too, just get whatever you want dear!”

“O-Okay, unnie. I’ll be back soon!”

Eunbi peeked her head slightly to catch Hyewon barely leaving the apartment. As the exit ringtone of the door played, she slowed her pace down, letting you savor the warmth of her breasts for a few more strokes before regretfully removing her chest from your cock.

“Mommy…” you whined.

Standing up and removing the only article of clothing she wore in a yellow cotton jacket, she gave your cock several slow strokes before leading you to the living room sofa. You watched as she tossed the discarded fabric near the coffee table.

“Let’s have sex.” she said.

“B-But Hyewon said she’d be back soon…” you said.

“Don’t mind her, baby. Focus only on mommy.” she replied, pushing you onto the couch.

Eunbi smiled as she climbed onto your lap. Her round ass rubbed against your thighs as her puffy pink pussy glistened. You squeezed her firm cheeks, happy to feel them in your palms again. You felt the heat radiating from her core as you grabbed your shaft and ran it up and down her wet slit. Eunbi moaned in a lower register than usual when the tip of your cock parted her wet flesh. You were met with an intense warmth, something you could get used to again.

“Baby…” Eunbi moaned when your tip disappeared inside her warm walls. Grabbing onto her wide hips, you lowered her fully onto your cock. She let out a satisfied hum when she felt your whole shaft was inside her. Her walls were still painfully tight, refusing to let go of you.

Eunbi planted her hands firmly on your chest as she began to ride you. She slowly pumped your cock, feeling her pussy swallow you whole as she began to establish a rhythm. You knew this was her favorite position, squeezing her round ass before delivering loud slaps.

“Mommy is so fucking tight.” you moaned, spanking her large ass repeatedly as Eunbi fucked herself on your cock. Her wet flash wrapped around your shaft with each bounce.

Eunbi’s drawn out moans became loud screams as her body reacted to sheathing your shaft over and over. The sounds of her wet flesh refused to be deafened as she slammed her pussy harshly onto your pelvis. Eunbi felt even tighter, it seemed you both really wanted to make up for lost time.

“Baby… fuck, your cock feels so good inside mommy’s tight pussy!” she screamed.

You were rendered speechless, only able to moan as Eunbi clenched her muscles and tightened her grip on your cock.

The smack of Eunbi’s voluptuous ass against your hips was like a symphony to you as her soft flesh rippling perfectly in sync with each bounce on your cock. Her satisfied moans earned her more slaps on her beautiful ass.

“Spank mommy more, baby. Don’t you fucking stop!”

You squeezed each cheek before delivering harsh slaps, watching in satisfaction as the skin on her smooth butt began to become red and tender. Eunbi grinds her hips in a circular motion, starting further back before pushing her body forward in order to allow your cock to penetrate her in a back and forward and up and down motion simultaneously. Even after so long, she knew just how to pleasure you and make you go crazy over her wonderful body.

Eunbi throws her head back as your cock penetrates her even deeper, her large breasts bouncing in front of your face. Her warm skin is misted with a thin layer of sweat as she puts on a show for you. You immediately pressed your mouth against her left breast, flicking your tongue against her erect nipple.

“Baby… you eat mommy’s tits so well.” She moaned as she rubbed her clit while impaling herself on your cock. She grabs the back of your head and pushes it between her tits. With your face fully buried in her soft and large tits, all you are able to see is warm flesh. Her erotic moans encourage you to lick and kiss every fleshy surface. Each fondle of her breasts rewards you with moans of satisfaction from Eunbi. You lick her chest upwards as her hips buck from your touch.

“Fuck… you’re so big, baby.” she moaned.

“Mommy is so fucking tight… how are you even tighter than before?”

“Do you like when mommy rides you like this? Watching mommy fuck herself on your cock…” Eunbi asked, even though she already knew the answer. But she had to hear it come from your lips.

“Fuck yes, mommy.”

“Mommy loves feeling your cum inside her. I wish I could feel it everyday.” Eunbi gasped, as your cock continued to be consumed by her tight, slick pussy.

“Fuck… you’re so tight and hot, mommy.”

“Then fuck mommy like you mean it, baby.”

Happy that she has allowed you to have control, you place both hands on Eunbi’s round ass as Eunbi slides her body up so that only your tip is inside her. You slam her body back down while thrusting your hips, driving your cock deeper in her body. Eunbi screams, continuing to do so with your subsequent thrusts. You both are putting in all your effort into fucking each other.

“Fuck! Fuck, that feels so good baby!” Eunbi cries out. “You’re so big inside my tight pussy. Fuck, I feel like I’m being stretched out. You’re so fucking deep!”

Eunbi never allowed you to have control for too long, slamming herself down your cock as she lets you fill her up. Capturing your lips in an aggressive kiss, you find her removing her wanton body from your shaft. Before you could complain why she did so, Eunbi turned around so that her back was facing you. Spreading her legs apart once more, she plants her feet on either side of your thighs on the couch before lining the tip of your cock against the warm heat radiating from her pussy. Impaling herself once more, both of you let out a satisfied moan.

Your cock plunges deep inside Eunbi’s tight, drenched pussy. You admire her smooth creamy skin and her wonderfully toned back muscles that leads to her large roundly shaped ass. She then leans her back against your chest, allowing you to grab a hold of both of her breasts. Eunbi moans as you are massaging her right breast while your left hand is rubbing her sensitive clit.

Eunbi’s moans continued to increase in volume as the pleasure steadily built inside her toned body. This new position allows your cock to rub against the most sensitive part of her pussy.

“Baby… mommy’s going to cum. Mommy’s going to cum so fucking hard!”

You were slightly disappointed, wanting to prolong the pleasure. You loved the feeling of Eunbi bouncing herself over and over again on your cock.

“Baby… mommy’s cumming!”

Eunbi lets out an ear deafening scream as her orgasm takes over her body. You feel her quiver and spasms as the pleasure surges through her veins. Her voice no longer forms coherent words, the only sounds coming out are erotic moans, lust, pleasure and release. Her pussy walls clamp down tightly on your cock. The wetness of Eunbi’s slick juices escapes her tight body, trickling freely down your shaft as it drenches both of your tired bodies.

It takes Eunbi a few minutes to wind down from her orgasm, her still trembling body collapsing on top of yours as she becomes limp on your lap. You tilt her head gently in order to kiss her deeply. Your hands roam freely on her body, finding her chest once more and giving her soft breasts a squeeze.

“Baby… I want more.” she weakly said.

“But mommy, you need to rest.”

“No…” she cried. “I want you. Mommy wants you so badly, baby.”

Eunbi’s legs are still shaky as you help her off the couch, pushing her body gently against the glass surface of the coffee table. She looked so beautiful bent over in front of you.

With your cock still inside her, her walls tightly clenched it once more.

“B-Baby, you’re still so hard.” Eunbi cried out as you placed your hands back onto her supple ass cheeks. You slowly thrusted into her, gently establishing a rhythm as her drenched walls squeezed your cock with a firm grip.

“Oh fuck…” she moaned loudly.

You savored the feeling of behind inside her. Eunbi devolved from a confident, dominating vixen to a whimpering, needy mess as you slowly fucked her.

“Your pussy feels so good, mommy.”

Eunbi’s soft flesh felt heavenly. You gave her short, shallow thrusts building up the pleasure gradually.

“Your cock is amazing, baby.” she moaned as your hands arched her body slightly as you gripped onto her shoulders from behind. Her beautiful ass bounced back and forth as you felt her pussy become even more wet.

“H-Harder, baby.” Eunbi whimpered.

“What was that, mommy?” you asked, letting go of one of her shoulders as you smacked her ass.

“Mommy wants to be fucked harder!” she managed to scream out.

The sounds of her wet flesh against your hips delighted you as you continued spanking Eunbi’s ass. She tried to grab onto something, anything before realizing the surface was glass. The feeling of her ass and breasts jiggling in tandem turned you on even more, her cheeks clapping together to the rhythm of your thrusts as the harsh sounds of your flesh collides with hers.

“Keep fucking me like this, baby. I don’t want to be able to walk straight the next few days!”

Eunbi is awarded a harsh slap on her ass. Your hands squeezed her breasts tightly as you fucked her as hard as possible.

Just then, both of you heard a phone ringing from Eunbi’s jacket. Managing to claw her way to it, her hand shakes as she struggles to answer the call.

“H-Hello?”

“Unnie? Why are you answering oppa’s phone?”

“He’s… b-busy right nowww…” Eunbi moaned as you fucked her.

“Why do you sound so out of breath? Are you okay?”

“I’m… f-fine.” she breathed out.

“Well, I’m at the chicken restaurant right now. What would you li-”

“Fuck, I’m cumming baby!” Eunbi screamed.

“What? What are you talking about unnie?”

“Fuck me harder, baby. Mommy is going to cum.”

“Unnie?”

Eunbi puts the call on speaker before dropping the phone onto the carpet below. With both of your hands still full of her warm breasts, you thrust into her ten more times before you felt her pussy clamp onto your cock. Eunbi let out another ear deafening scream as she came all over your cock. Her juices drenched your connected thighs as she rode out her orgasm. Her body continued to shake from the aftershocks as you pinched her sensitive nipples.

“Unnie? Are you fucking my boyfriend? I’m coming home right now!”

The call ended just as Eunbi recovered from her intense orgasm.

“Mommy, we have to clean up. Hyewon’s coming home.” you said in a scared tone.

“No!” she said. “You still haven’t cum, baby.”

“That’s not important right now.”

“Yes it is! Mommy promised she would make you feel good. Now bring me back onto the couch and fuck me.”

Once Eunbi’s back hit the sofa, you spread her legs apart roughly and entered her. She moaned as you fucked her tight hole slowly. You couldn’t recall her having this insatiable of a libido. You rubbed her clit with each thrust, causing Eunbi to surrender herself to pleasure once more.

“Fuck, baby…” she moaned. “Fuck me just like that.”

Her arms wrapped around your back as she pulled you down closer to her. Kissing you with all of her remaining energy, Eunbi’s nails raked across your back as she begged you to fuck her harder. The sounds of your wet flesh splashing echoed throughout the quiet apartment.

“Please keep fucking me like this.” she pleaded. Eunbi’s body was covered in sweat, her eyes filled with lust. Her tits bounced with each thrust of your pelvis. You couldn’t put into words how good being inside her pussy was.

“Baby… it feels so good. Fuck, it feels so good…” she cried out in pleasure.

The mixture of your body fluids drenched both of your thighs as you held onto her full, wide hips. Her hands pulled you back down closer to her as she begged you to fuck her harder. Your lips connected, every kiss was electric.

Eunbi whined when you pulled out of her but turned her body over, wiggling her beautiful round ass at you.

“Please keep going, baby.” she pleaded. “Mommy’s about to cum.”

Reinserting your cock back inside her, you grabbed handfuls of her soft flesh as she pushed her ass back against you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her vulgar screams turned you on even more as the both of you devolved into sweat drenched, lust filled animals.

“Fuck, mommy’s cumming baby.” she whimpered.

“I’m cumming too, mommy.”

One of your hands cupped her tits as you fucked Eunbi harder and harder. Your other hand that was on her ass yanked her hair roughly.

“Harder.” she said, barely able to speak.

You pulled on Eunbi’s hair in order to raise her body higher. Your hand that was on her breasts squeezed them tightly. Eunbi didn’t care that it hurt, too absorbed by her own lust. The sounds of her plump ass hitting your skin echoed throughout the room once more.

“Does mommy feel good?” you asked, slapping her juicy tits.

“F-Fuck yes, baby. Mommy feels so good.” she cried.

“I’m cumming mommy!”

“Baby!”

Pumping into her as hard and fast as you could, the pleasure coursed from the top of your head to your toes that curled up as you exploded inside Eunbi. Both of you screamed as you felt her body shake, her own orgasm triggering because of yours. She barely managed to flip her body over cupping your face as she flashes you a sweet warm smile. You leaned down, kissing her passionately as the front door opened.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here…”

“H-Hyewon… I can explain,”

You heard a hand striking a face, causing you to react by closing your eyes and flinching. Slowly opening them from not feeling any pain, you realize Hyewon has slapped Eunbi. She looked at you with the most disgusted look on her face, her nostrils flaring in anger.

“Babe…”

“Say another fucking word and I chop your dick off.” Hyewon said, every word laced with poisonous venom.

“Hyewo-”

Hyewon slapped Eunbi again, much harder this time around. The side of her face stung as you saw Eunbi’s cheek begin to turn bright red.

“You fucking whore. You take advantage of my boyfriend when I’m not home. I thought you considered me like your own sister…”

Eunbi remained quiet, unable to refute Hyewon’s claims.

“Hyewon, I’m so sorry…”

“Sorry? You’re not sorry. Not even close.”

“You.” Hyewon said, her deadly gaze burning into your eyes. “I’m cumming mommy? Do you fucking hear yourself?”

“Hyewon, I…”

Hyewon slaps Eunbi again, using her other hand this time.

“You want to fuck this slut so fucking bad?” she said, pulling on Eunbi’s hair roughly. “Fine, I’ll let you fuck her. I’ll let you fuck her real good.”

“Wait right here.”

Leaving for her bedroom, you bring Eunbi into your arms. She begins sobbing softly.

“Shh mommy, it’ll be okay.” you reassured her, stroking the back of her head gently.

Five minutes later, you see Hyewon return fully naked. Her expression remains unreadable. You noticed that she has her hands behind her.

Wrapping around the other side of the couch, she hovers slightly above Eunbi. She places two fingers under Eunbi’s chin and raises her head up to meet Hyewon’s eyes. Eunbi is frightened, unsure of what Hyewon has planned. Suddenly, Hyewon grabs Eunbi’s face and begins kissing her roughly. It was a sight you thought you would never see - your current girlfriend making out with your ex girlfriend. Hyewon’s hands explored Eunbi’s body as your mouth unconsciously began to water. Looking on, you watched Eunbi slowly reciprocate as Hyewon groped Eunbi’s chest with one hand while the other inserted two fingers inside Eunbi’s pussy.

“You fucking slut.” Hyewon moaned in between kisses. “Look how wet you are from someone kissing you.”

You were frightened, but aroused at the same time watching the two busty vixens explore each other’s bodies. Hyewon plants tender kisses on Eunbi’s chest, her saliva sticking onto her sweaty skin before capturing Eunbi’s nipples. Sucking hard on them, she removes her drenched fingers and grabs the other breast. Eunbi continues to moan as you watch your girlfriend squeeze the ample amounts of flesh.

“Is this what you liked, babe?” Hyewon asked you. “This slut’s massive tits turned you on so much? You should know, that’s how she gets all of the guys to come home. She’s such a massive whore.”

“N-No…” Eunbi whined, forcing her eyes open as they began to well with tears. “Mommy only loves you, baby. Please, you have to believe me.”

“Oh fucking spare me.” Hyewon scoffed, rolling her eyes. “But fine, if you want to play things out the hard way.”

Reaching behind her back, Hyewon places a piece of leather on Eunbi’s neck. Once it was locked in place, Hyewon moves and you see Eunbi is now wearing a collar. Attached to it is a small electronic device.

“W-What is this?” Eunbi asked.

“If you’re going to act like a cheating bitch, you better look the part.” Hyewon said as she pulled out a small walkie-talkie like device. Pressing a button causes a surge of electricity jolting throughout Eunbi’s body.

“W-What the fuck is that?” She panted out, struggling to catch her breath when Hyewon stopped it.

“You want to fuck my boyfriend? Fine. But I get to control you.”

Squeezing onto Eunbi’s lips roughly, Hyewon’s tone has become dangerously low, causing the hairs on her body to rise.

“Why don’t you use this dirty mouth of yours to pleasure my oppa.”

Hyewon pushed Eunbi onto you, running into your arms as you catched her. She looks up at you, her eyes watery as she pleads for you to help her.

“Baby, you know mommy only loves you right? I love you so much.”

“Shut the fuck up and suck his cock already.”

Eunbi closes her eyes as another jolt of electricity courses through her veins. Struggling to catch her breath, Eunbi opened her mouth and took your cock inside. Her sucking was rapid right from the beginning, taking you deep inside with ease.

“Fuck…” you moaned.

“You like that, babe? You like that whore sucking your dick?”

“I do, fuck…”

“Keep sucking his cock you slut!” Hyewon yelled as she increased the intensity of the shocks. Eunbi’s tongue vibrated on the underside of your shaft, saliva spilling out of the corners of her mouth. It was a new yet pleasurable experience for you. You held onto the back of Eunbi’s head as you pushed her deeper to your base. Her throat tightened as she looked into your eyes.

“M-Mommy loves this cock.” Eunbi gasped when she removed you from her mouth.

Bobbing her head up and down, your hand resting on the back of her head guided her rhythms. Hyewon was beginning to get annoyed that you both were enjoying this, so she increased the shocks another level before grabbing the back of Eunbi’s head as well and forcing her down to your base.

Eunbi’s eyes widened as Hyewon was fucking your cock with her throat. Tapping on your thighs in order for her head to be released, Hyewon laughed as she ignored the desperate pleas.

“You wanted his cock so much, now you’re having it.” She snarled before roughly shoving her down your base once more. You groaned loudly at how good Eunbi’s throat felt.

Hyewon smiled at you as she continued mercilessly using Eunbi’s mouth.

“Hyewon! I’m your unnie!” Eunbi gasped as copious amounts of drool flowed down her chin and onto your cock.

“And tonight you’re my pet, unnie. Or should I say, mommy.”

Eunbi’s mouth instinctively began licking your cock as she puckered her lips and ran it up and down your length.

“Look at you, you can’t even go without cock for a second!” Hyewon laughed as she pressed a button on the shock collar.

Eunbi ignored the pain, only focused on your cock and having it inside her mouth. Her soft, plump lips touched the base of your cock as you hit her throat. She continued to bob her head up and down as you ran your fingers through her damp hair. Hyewon was turned on watching you two, sticking two fingers inside her pussy while massaging your balls.

“Is this your mommy, babe? A cockthristy slut who doesn’t know her place?”

Eunbi looked at you, her sparkling eyes full of a mix of lust and love as she forms a bit of a smile through a mouthful of cock. Her full lips formed an airtight seal on your shaft, the sounds of her slurping you thanks to her saliva was overwhelming you.

“F-Fuck, mommy. I’m about to cum.”

Hyewon had a naughty smile on her face as Eunbi had an equally mischievous one. Hyewon felt your balls beginning to tighten as your shaft throbbed in Eunbi’s mouth. With a rather loud groan, you grabbed the back of Eunbi’s head and forced her down your cock as you erupted. Your throbbing cock released an abundant amount of hot, thick semen.

Eunbi moans, her tongue vibrating on your underside as you hold her head down for almost a minute. Wanting to ensure you were fully drained, Eunbi doesn’t withdraw her lips from your base for several more seconds.

“Baby, you came so much.” Eunbi said through a mouthful of cum as she opened and showed you the inside of her mouth that was now milky white.  Eunbi took two gulps, tilting her head back before opening her mouth back up again to show you both that she consumed your load.

“Unnie, did you just swallow my boyfriend’s cum?” Hyewon asked.

“You fucking slut, I never told you you could!” Hyewon said, slapping Eunbi’s face once more before Eunbi felt a much longer electric shock. 

Going on her knees, Hyewon went to your cock and cleaned you off. You felt it throb, still sensitive from your intense orgasm.

“How was she, babe?” she asked you, slowly stroking your shaft.

“Amazing…” you managed to say.

“Even better than me?” she asked, gently biting on the tip of your cock.

“N-No, no one’s better than you babe.”

“Awh, you’re so sweet. It’s okay to admit she’s better. I won’t get mad.”

“Mommy is so good at sucking my cock.”

“Why don’t you show your mommy how good you fuck me?” Hyewon said as she bent over in front of you, shaking her ass. You caressed the soft, smooth skin of her ass before spanking them each twice.

“Ah - fuck! You.” she pointed to Eunbi. “Spread your legs in front of me so I can eat your dirty pussy while oppa fucks me.”

Eunbi timidly laid on her back in front of Hyewon as she feels her large thighs get spread open. Hyewon and you moan as your cock enters her tight, wet flesh. Pushing your cock deeper earns a loud moan out of your girlfriend.

“I bet Hyewon’s tight, right baby? She’s always so tight for me.” Eunbi said, smirking.

“Unnie!” Hyewon whined, temporarily breaking character.

You placed your hands on Hyewon’s wide hips as you began to establish a comfortable rhythm. You loved fucking Hyewon from behind, feeling her soft ass bouncing against your hips as her tight walls squeezed your cock.

“Fuck, babe…” she moaned before burying her head between Eunbi’s legs.

“Hyewonie…” Eunbi moaned as Hyewon began eating her pussy.

Hyewon wasted no time, kissing the inner creases of Eunbi’s wide thighs before licking her outer lips. Sticking her tongue out, she spread Eunbi open as her tongue explored her moist cavern.

“Oh fuck… baby. Hyewon is eating my pussy so good. Fucking pound her, okay?”

You savored the feeling of your girlfriend’s tight, wet flesh wrapping around your cock as you thrusted inside her. You built up the pace as Hyewon moaned inside Eunbi’s pussy. The three of you were working in tandem to make each other feel good.

“Hmmphm.” Hyewon muffled out.

“She’s saying to fuck her harder, baby.” Eunbi moaned.

Your hips smacked against Hyewon’s ass as the sounds of your flesh collided with hers. You squeezed her hips to hold her body as you began roughly thrusting inside her. Hyewon held onto Eunbi’s own hips as her moans managed to get louder with her face buried.

“Harder, baby. Fuck this slut harder!”

You made sure Hyewon felt you as deep as possible as like with Eunbi, her round ass jiggled in tandem with her breasts. Both sets of flesh bounced rhythmically as the two of them moaned louder.

Eunbi held onto Hyewon’s head with both hands as she mimicked your actions on her very own head earlier.

“You eat mommy’s pussy so well, baby.” Eunbi lovingly said to Hyewon. “Keep fucking her, baby.”

Hyewon’s pussy tightened around your cock as you felt her become even more wet from Eunbi’s compliments.

“M-Mommy, Hyewon is drenching my cock because of you.”

“Are you, Hyewonie? You like when mommy compliments your oral skills?”

Hyewon manages to force out a nod.

“Well then keep eating mommy’s pussy, baby.”

“You’re so fucking tight, Hyewon. You slut.” you said, slapping her ass.

“Babe! I’m not a slut! Not like unnie!” she whined.

“Are you trying to convince us, or yourself? Because you’re not doing a convincing job at either one.” Eunbi teased before moaning when Hyewon’s tongue dug inside her pussy deeper.

“Babe, you are a slut. Your pussy is refusing to let my cock move freely.”

“That’s because my pussy isn’t loose like unnie’s!”

“So you won’t mind me fucking mommy then?”

“N-No! You have to keep fucking me until I cum!”

“You are a fucking slut, Hyewon! Denying my baby when he wants to fuck mommy.” Eunbi said.

Hyewon’s body has become as sweaty as you and Eunbi’s, glistening from the living room lights as you fucked her. Your hands returned to her breasts, fondling them as you pinched her nipples.

“I’m gonna cum!” Hyewon screamed as her walls clenched your cock tightly. You thrusted into her as fast as you could until she couldn’t resist.

“Baby!”

Hyewon’s pussy quivered as she came, you squeezed her large breasts which caused her screams to shatter all of your eardrums. It was one of her most intense orgasms yet - her juices soaked both of your thighs and almost pushed your cock out of her.

Having a person eat her out going through an orgasm causes Eunbi to have one of her own when she feels Hyewon bite on her clit.

“Hyewon!” Eunbi screamed as she pushed her head deep into her pussy and wrapped her thighs around her head.

Eunbi’s body shook violently as she rode out her orgasm. Once Hyewon felt Eunbi’s powerful thighs slowly loosen their grip on her head, she raised her body from between the older woman’s spread legs. Having a satisfied smile on her face, she lets both of you see Eunbi’s juices coating her face, dripping down onto her wonderful tits.

“It’s mommy’s turn.” Eunbi said weekly as she pushed Hyewon aside and slowly climbed onto your lap.

“I want your load inside me, baby.”

Not even bothering to use her hands, Eunbi somehow manages to line up your bodies and impale herself with your cock. Thanks to her orgasm, she was extremely wet. She gasped at the feeling of having you inside her once again.

She doesn’t waste any time with build up, riding you with one sole purpose. To prove to Hyewon, you, and possibly even herself that she has and always will own your cock. You held onto her hips that are much wider than Hyewon’s before leaning her down and capturing her hard nipples.

“Fuck, baby… you’re making mommy feel so good.” Eunbi said as she bounces up and down your cock. She plants her palms on your chest as you squeeze her tits causing her to let out long, drawn out erotic moans.

Eunbi’s pussy is drenched, she runs her fingers through her slick hair as she pushes it back. She leans down and kisses you, biting your lower lip as she looks lovingly into your eyes. She slammed herself against your cock, becoming more aggressive as her body has become clouded by desire and the raw need to be satisfied.

“You know this cock is mommy’s, right baby?” she asked.

“Always has been.”

You moaned in satisfaction as her wet flesh smacks against yours. You remove your hands from her tits and watch them bounce wildly as they return to her ass and slap her cheeks loudly.

“Mommy, I’m going to fucking cum.” you said in a loud voice, unable to compose yourself.

“Cum inside mommy!” Eunbi screamed, slamming herself repeatedly as she wanted to drain your balls. Sweat was dripping from her body as you looked at her messy hair and jiggling tits. Her fingernails dug into your chest as she rode your cock. Her sweaty thighs slammed against yours as she continued moaning.

“Mommy, I can’t hold it. I’m going to cum.” you said as you stared into her eyes and saw the lust filled look.

“Give mommy your cum.” Eunbi said as your cock throbbed inside her drenched pussy and you exploded, filling up her needy walls. You bounced her body up and down your length several times as she rode out of your orgasm.

“That’s a good boy.” she finally said when you slammed her body down your shaft one final time, leaning down to give you a long passionate kiss. Eunbi hummed in satisfaction as she felt you filling her up.

Resting for a few minutes, she gingerly removes her pussy from your cock. You watched as her juices and your load seeped out of her freshly fucked pussy.

“Thank you, baby. You always make me feel so beautiful. I love you.” she said, smiling before giving you another kiss.

Eunbi laid on top of your body as Hyewon cuddles next to you and rests her head on your chest.

“I’m still like, super fucking mad at you for having sex with my roommate. I’m going to punish you one of these days. Edge you out for hours.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” you said.

“You’re an asshole.” she said. “But this was so fucking hot and you satisfied us both. I’m proud of you.”

You planted a tender kiss on Hyewon’s forehead as the two of you hear air coming out of Eunbi’s nose and see she has fallen asleep, exhausted from what just occurred. You smiled at Hyewon, wrapping your arm against her as the two of you joined Eunbi and passed out as well.

Waking up the next morning, your body is still sore as you feel yourself not on the couch but instead in your bed. Slowly trying to wake up and wondering how you got here, you see the bed is empty. Feeling an intense pressure between your legs, you gently remove the covers and find Eunbi between your legs. Your cock was fully erect in her hand, her tongue sticking out and licking your tip.

“Goodmorning, baby.” Eunbi said in a cheerful tone, fixing her glasses.

“M-Mommy? What’s going on?”

“What does it look like, silly? Mommy is sucking your cock to start off her day!”

“Not that, I mean how did we get here? Where is your roommate?”

“Roommate? What are you talking about, baby? We live together.”

You raised an eyebrow, unable to focus on Eunbi sucking your dick as you had so many questions.

“Unless… you want to have a baby?” she asked.

“No!” you said a bit too loud, scaring Eunbi. “I mean… no, not yet.”

“No pressure.” she said, smiling. “I can wait a few more years. But right now, I have to be quick. One of the girls called out at work and I have to cover her shift.”

Eunbi gave you a wink as she parted her wet, full lips with the tip of your cock.

“Oh fuck, mommy...” you moaned out as you placed your hands on her head and slowly bobbed her up and down.

As the sounds of Eunbi’s mouth slurping your cock filled the bedroom, you failed to notice the black leather collar on top of a nightstand on Eunbi’s side of the bed..

One word was engraved on the inner lining. Kwangbae.

[snelbz]

Light Up the Ice - 12

Summary: Aelin Galathynius has never really been into sports. Yes, she likes to keep in shape, and she works out, but watching people run up and down a field, trying to keep a leather ball away from each other? It’s always seemed a bit childish to her, and decidedly NOT a way for a grown adult to make a living.

Rowan Whitethorn has recently been drafted by the Terresen Staghorns, one of best teams in the EHL (Erilean Hockey League). And since he moved to Terresen from Wendlyn, it’s been hard for him to get more than 30 seconds alone from someone demanding a picture with him. Getting drafted straight out of college wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but he’s not complaining. Until he accidentally meets a girl. More specifically, until he accidentally meets his neighbor. She seems to have no idea who he is and for some reason, that’s refreshing. But will she still want to be with him once he shows her the truth?

Co-written with @tacmc​.

A/N: No tag list tonight. This is the 3rd time I've tried to post this chapter and every single time, it's crashed before I can post or save. AKA I’m about to punch my computer and don’t want to push my luck anymore. Next chapter, I will be copying and pasting my old tag list, deleting the inactive blogs, and adding those who have asked. Enjoy!

It never failed to amaze Aelin how slow business got when the university took their breaks. It was only the second day of the University of Terrasen’s fall break and she’d already had enough spare time to reorganize the stock room, deep clean the kitchen and now, she was sitting at a table in the corner, staring at a print out of her menu.

She chewed on the end of her pen and then drew a line through another item. In the four years she’d had the café, she’d never changed a single menu item. It wasn’t that anyone was complaining about her food, but she was bored with it and wanted to add some new variety. She scribbled some notes in the margin of new recipes she wanted to try to replace the old ones, but the sound of the bell above the door distracted her. She was beaming before she even got out of her chair.

“Hey,” she said, approaching Rowan and Lorcan, pressing a kiss to the cheek of the former and keeping her distance from the former. “How was practice?”

“Good. Save for the fact that I’m still sitting on the bench,” Rowan said, sighing. “Coach said I can be on the ice from now on, as long as I’m still not running drills and agree to see the trainer every day.”

“That’s great,” she said, smiling. “You hungry?”

“Yes, please,” he replied, a lopsided grin on his face.

She headed for the cash register Elide had been sitting at a few moments before. She was now working on rolling silverware father down the counter, quietly humming along to the music that played in the café. “You want the grilled cheese and tomato soup again?”

“Please,” he said, smiling. He turned to his friend and asked, “You want the Reuben, Lor?”

Lorcan didn’t reply. He was staring back towards the door.

Back towards Elide.

“Lorcan?” Rowan said, again, finally getting his teammates’ attention.

“Reuben, yeah, sounds great,” he mumbled, pulling out his wallet.

“Lunch is on me,” Aelin said, eyeing him, not liking the way he turned back to glance at Elide.

She didn’t like the way Elide was sneaking glances at him either.

As she walked behind the counter, Aelin cleared her throat, making Elide jump, her fingers dropping the silverware in which she held. It clattered against the counter.

“Care to give me a hand?” Aelin asked.

Elide blinked. “It’s just two sandwiches-.”

“If the bell rings, you can come back out,” Aelin said, taking Elide by the wrist and dragging her back toward the kitchen. She called back to Rowan and Lorcan, “Make yourselves comfortable!”

Once in the kitchen, Aelin dropped Elide’s wrist and began with the sandwiches. 

Elide watched her friend, her boss, skeptically. “Care to tell me what that was about?” 

“You were practically drooling over him,” Aelin said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Elide.

Elide’s cheeks darkened and she hurried around to the other side of the kitchen to get Rowan’s soup. “I was not.”

“You definitely were,” Aelin replied, turning and dropping the grilled cheese on top of the griddle. She may have put more cheese on than she would have for a regular customer and melty, delicious goodness dripped out the surface of the cooktop.

Elide was standing in the alley of the kitchen, looking back through the serving window at Aelin. “And…? So what if I was? He’s hot.”

Aelin fought the urge to roll her eyes. “He’s a hockey player, El. Rowan has told me about how he spends his away games.”

Elide was quiet as she put the soup in the window to stay warm as Aelin finished their sandwiches. If her friend and boss’s back hadn’t been facing her, she probably wouldn’t have had the courage to say, “Wow, Ace, be careful. Your hypocrisy is showing.”

She whirled, pointing a spatula at Elide. “That’s a completely different situation and you know it.”

Elide lifted a brow. “Do I?”

Aelin’s lips thinned. “Yes, you do. At least, you should. Rowan and I… it’s different.” 

“If you would have known he was a hockey player, you would’ve never started seeing Rowan,” Elide went on, trying to hide both her frustration and amusement. “The fact that Lorcan plays hockey is all you can see when you look at him.”

Aelin scoffed. “Wrong. All I can see is his jackassery.”

“Jackassery?” 

“It’s a word,” Aelin snapped, flipping over the sandwich on the griddle. “And, again, Rowan has told me about his post game activities when they’re on the road.”

“It doesn’t make a difference, I don’t know why you’re even upset about it,” Elide muttered, coming around to the salad station and popping a cucumber slice in her mouth. “He’s Lorcan Salvaterre. He’s the captain of the team. He dates bikini models and actresses. I’m just a broke college student. I’m just…me.”

Aelin’s eyes softened as she turned to one of her oldest friends. “That’s not true, Elide. You are a phenomenal, beautiful, smart woman, and anyone who doesn’t see that is blind. Including yourself.”

Elide’s cheeks darkened, slightly, as she tried to fight the smile growing. “I’m going to go finish my silverware. Holler if you need me.”

Aelin nodded and watched as she pushed through the swinging door to the dining room. She finished up the sandwiches before grabbing Rowan’s soup and carrying them out front.

While she and Elide had been in the kitchen, Fenrys had appeared, a fast food bag open in front of him. She chuckled as she sat down Rowan and Lorcan’s food. “You know I would have cooked for you.”

His mouth was full of a massive bite of hamburger, so Lorcan answered for him. “He also knows coach would kick his ass if he knew he was eating that. Yet he does it anyway.”

“It’s so good,” Fenrys said, his mouth still full, his manners shot. “What coach doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Rowan snorted. “Tell yourself that when you feel like shit once the grease sets in.”

Lorcan stared at his sandwich for a long moment. Then, he mumbled, “Thank you.”

Aelin blinked. Even Rowan looked nearly surprised.

“Did you just thank me?” Aelin asked, perfectly still.

Lorcan didn’t say anything else as he bit into his sandwich. 

A few more people trickled in and Aelin got back to work, the shock of Lorcan’s almost-kindness still shocking her. The dinner rush, even though slower with the college campus dwindled, still kept her and Elide busy, and by the time eight rolled around, Aelin was ready to close up.

Rowan, Lorcan, and Fenrys remained at the corner table. 

Elide came out of the kitchen, having grabbed her purse and coat from Aelin’s office. “I’m gonna head home, if there’s nothing else you need me to do.”

Aelin shook her head. “Nope, you’re all set. Have a good night.”

“You, too,” Elide said, smiling, and Aelin noticed that her eyes slid to the table again, before she turned and was out the door, heading around the building to the small lot behind the café.

As she approached the table, Lorcan was standing and shrugging his jacket on. “Thanks for dinner. It was good.”

Aelin was still stunned by his niceties earlier that his words barely registered. “You’re welcome, I’m glad you liked it. I guess I’ll keep it on the menu.”

“You heading out, man?” Fenrys asked, finishing off the large plate of fries he’d ordered after his burger and first order of fries was gone.

“Yeah. Got some stuff I gotta take care of.” He said nothing else, but headed for the door.

Turning towards Rowan, Aelin tried to keep her expression in check as she realized that he, too, was heading for the back lot. Rowan, not fooled by her attempts, held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not getting involved.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t like it.”

“Like what?” Fenrys asked, and Aelin rolled her eyes as she took his plate and headed towards the kitchen.

“I’ve gotta lock up,” she called out over her shoulder. “I’ll see you at home. I love you.”

“Love you, too, sweet cheeks!” Fenrys called out.

Even through the swinging door, Aelin heard Rowan smack him on the back of the head.

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

Rowan skated around the ice. 

He was bored shitless, not even in his hockey gear, but sweatpants and a hoodie. His hands were shoved into his pant pockets as he circled the rink, close to the sideboards. The constant blow of the whistle was the only thing keeping him awake.

He didn’t even bother asking if he could practice, even though he felt up to it. He already knew what the answer would be. 

And yet, he longed for practice to last. When it was over, he’d have to make his way into the locker room for Maeve.

And he was not prepared.

He’d felt her eyes on him since the moment he hit the ice, yet he hadn’t looked over at her once. Dorian was thankfully on the other end of the rink, so as he skated by at the beginning of practice, he was able to flag him down.

“Hey, man, how are you feeling?” Dorian asked, leaning on the half wall separating them.

“Much better, like it never happened,” he said, and the lie was barely there.

Dorian quirked an eyebrow and snorted. “Good try. You can’t practice today.”

“No, I get it, I understand that.” Roan cleared his throat. “But, uh, is there a different massage therapist I can see?”

Dorian blinked. “Did something happen with Maeve the other day? She didn’t mention anything-.”

“She’s my ex,” Rowan interrupted.

Dorian hesitated before nodding, slowly. “I see.”

“You can massage me,” Rowan said, quickly.

“As flattered as I am, I’m not a massage therapist,” Dorian chuckled. “I can talk to-.”

“No, don’t…tell anyone. If you don’t know of anyone, it’s fine,” Rowan said, the words rushing out of him. 

“Look, I don’t know Maeve very well,” Dorian began, shaking his head. “But, she seems perfectly fine, alright? Has it been a while since you’ve been together?”

Rowan gave him a curt nod.

“Then give her a chance to be civil,” Dorian said, shrugging. “If she’s disrespectful, let me know. Otherwise, I have no reason to think she won’t do her job appropriately, and if she doesn’t, then you can leave.”

He sighed, nodding, and skated off.

He spent the next two hours dreading every minute that passed.

He heard Brello’s whistle blow and slowly glided across the ice, coming to a stop next to his line.

“Everyone was looking good today,” he said, looking at them one by one. “Take it easy tonight. The boys from Eyllwe aren’t going to go easy on us tomorrow night, especially since we’ll be in their territory. I want all of you in your best form.” He gestured to Rowan. “Whitethorn will be back on the ice next week.”

There were cheers and hollers from the team and Rowan couldn’t help but smirk as Lorcan shoved him.

Brello, to everyone’s surprise, smirked as well. “Hope you’ve enjoyed your time off, but relaxation time is over. You ready to go?”

“Aye, coach,” he replied, nodding.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

After a couple more announcements from the coaching staff, everyone was skating towards the locker rooms of the practice facility and Rowan felt like his nerves were going to snap.

He took his time removing his skates and grabbing his bag, before slowly walking down the hall leading to the training rooms. He was silently praying Dorian would be in his office, right off to the side of the therapy room, but he wasn’t.

There was only one room with a light on, and with a deep breath, he approached and knocked on the half-open door. 

Maeve looked over her shoulder with a smile. “Come in, I’m ready for you.”

Rowan hesitated, but went in. Dorian was right. Maybe she had changed, maybe there was nothing to worry about.

Yet Rowan felt nauseous as he approached the blanket covered table.

“I’ll give you a minute to strip down and be back.” She left without another word, shutting the door behind her.

Rowan stared at the door before kicking off his shoes then lifting his shirt over his head. He only hesitated for a moment before kicking off his sweats and laying down on the table, pulling the blanket up to his waist.

A soft knock informed him of her approach, and he grunted to let her know he was ready.

When the door reopened, the lights suddenly dimmed and Rowan awkwardly shifted on the massage table.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. Rowan was grinding his teeth as she worked on the muscle in his lower back that kept spasming when she said, “I have to say, I was surprised to see you the other day. Dorian hadn’t told me who I would be working on, but…” She paused and chuckled quietly, running her hands up his back.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

When Rowan was drafted into the EHL, it had been a pretty big deal in his city, but more specifically, his university. He’d dropped out of school to accept the offer from the lower level team and climb his way to where he was. And everyone in Wendlyn knew.

There was no way Maeve didn’t know he was playing for Terrasen when she took the job.

He gave her a small nod and a quiet noise that said he was listening. She kept going, taking that as a sign he was interested in the conversation.

“I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve seen you,” she sighed. “Things ended so...abruptly. I’m glad to see your doing good.” Another chuckle. “Save for the injury, of course.”

It was so strange to hear another accent from Wendlyn that was still somewhat fresh. Lorcan, Gav and Fenrys, they’d been in Terrasen so long, the accent almost disappeared sometimes. But the lilt of her tone, the way she phrased certain words… It both soothed and unsettled Rowan.

“Don't you care to know how I’ve been?” She asked, her voice low. When Rowan didn’t reply, she continued on, anyway. “I’ve been pretty good. Got myself a little place in the city. A dog. Little chihuahua named Fiona.”

Rowan blinked. He was tempted to say that he hadn’t asked, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ve got some pretty wealthy clients, too,” she continued, continuing to work out that knot. “For the first time in ages, I’m secure, you know? Not just financially, just…secure.”

“Good to hear,” he replied, the words sounding more like a snarl through the pain, and she dug her knuckles into his back. The sound he made was halfway between a moan and a groan, he bit his lip to cut it off, but he noted the change in the way Maeve’s hands touched him.

Her touches became less like determined movements meant to heal and were more akin to petting, brushes along his side and a slow finger down his spine.

“And you?” She asked, pulling the blanket a bit lower on his back. He’d worn underwear for just that reason, not trusting her to not make an inappropriate move. “Are you living in Orynth?”

He cleared his throat and said, “Yep. Got an apartment down the road from the university.”

His answer was short and sweet. He wasn’t trying to invite more conversation.

“Not far from me then,” she replied, humming quietly.

Rowan’s shoulders tensed, but that just made her want to ease it away. His eyes closed and he remained quiet. 

“What about your personal life?” Maeve asked, at last.

Rowan didn’t answer, he just took a deep breath.

“Not trying to pry,” Maeve said, at last. “Just trying to make conversation.”

“I’m in pain,” he said, gently, the lie coming out easy. “Not really in a mood to make conversation.”

He could have sworn he felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees.

Her answer was curt. “Sorry.”

She stayed quiet for the rest of the massage, and when she finished, she told him to get redressed and left, heading back out into the main training facility.

He emerged a few moments later, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his silver hair. He was already heading for the door, giving her a nod of thanks, when she spoke up.

“Rowan, wait.”

He hated hearing his name on her lips. His steps slowed and he turned around to look at her.

She hesitated slightly, but said, “I was going to go get dinner in a little bit. It’s been a while, I didn’t know if maybe you-.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mae,” he sighed. The familiar nickname slipped out before he had time to stop it. It caught him off guard. “I- I gotta get home. I’ll see you later.”

Rowan had grabbed his bag and was out the door before she had time to say another word

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

Aelin was at the stove, stirring a pot of homemade marinara sauce and humming quietly along with the radio when Rowan unlocked the door to her apartment and came in. Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at him before turning back to the cooktop. “Hey, you. How was practice?”

“My new massage therapist is my ex.”

The words came out in a rush and Rowan wasn’t even sure he consciously knew he had planned on saying them.

Aelin’s back stiffened and she set the wooden spoon on the trivet beside the stove. Silently, she turned and asked, “Your ex-girlfriend is giving you massages?”

Rowan closed his eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. “Before you say anything-.”

“Did this just start today?” she asked. Her tone held no judgement, only curiosity. However, there was a slight edge to her tone.

“She gave me the massage in my apartment-.”

Aelin held up a hand, and Rowan’s words instantly fell into silence.

Silence, where the room remained for far too long. “Aelin-.”

“Who is she?” Aelin asked, one brow raised. “I’ll kick her ass.”

“Her name is Maeve,” he said, making his way into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter. “She was my girlfriend in college. We dated for a couple of years, but… It didn’t end well. It became more about who I was in hockey, how I was playing, than it was about our relationship.”

“Maeve,” Aelin repeated, turning back to the stove. “Maeve, Maeve, Maeve… Hmm.”

Rowan was quiet, not exactly sure what to say.

“And you have to see her? You don’t have a choice?” She finally asked.

He shook his head. “Brello told me to get over my personal issues. I’m sure I can book a personal masseuse, but-.”

“No, your coach is right,” she sighed, stirring the pot, before putting the lid on and walking over to where Rowan stood. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. “I don’t like it, but… that isn’t really my call to make.”

Rowan let out a relieved breath. “I know, it’s not mine either. Maybe you can give me massages here to help?” He smirked and, finally, Aelin’s beautiful smile returned.

“We’ll see,” she chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Looks like I’ll just have to come to your games and make my presence known.”

“Make your presence known?” He crooned.

“I like to mark my territory,” Aelin breathed, her eyes bright. 

“And I’m your territory?” Rowan grinned.

“Whether you like it or not,” Aelin said, laughing softly. “Yes, you are.”

“Hmmm,” Rowan said, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t say that I don’t like that.”

He leaned down and kissed her one more time before asking, “So you aren’t mad?”

She stepped away, back to the stove, and said, “No, I’m not mad.” She paused and pulled a few spices from the cupboard. “Do I like it? Of course not, but there’s not much we can do about it.”

“Once I finish up this round of therapy, I won’t need it again,” he promised. “No more fights, no more getting slammed into the boards. I won’t have to see her anymore.”

Aelin laughed as she turned back to him. “You can’t make that promise, who’s to say what could happen?”

Rowan cringed. “That’s true. No more fighting though, I mean that.”

Aelin nodded, and he could tell she believed him.

He took a step closer and brushed her hair back. “You look beautiful.”

Aelin’s lips quirked as she said, “Trying to kiss my ass to get back on my good side?”

“Maybe,” he muttered, and kissed her forehead, softly. “Is it working?”

“Hmmm,” Aelin began, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Not yet, keep trying.”

Rowan’s grin widened as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. “Now?”

Aelin sighed. “Getting there.”

“Only getting there, huh?” He breathed, his lips still brushing hers.

“I guess you’re going to have to step your game up,” Aelin cooed, slipping her hands down his back and into the waistband of his sweatpants.

Rowan’s grin was positively feline as he picked her up and carried her back into her bedroom.

Dinner was forgotten about for quite a while.

[papergirllife]

Chapter 3

Synopsis:

You don’t know what it’s like to be free, to make your own choices, and live your own life. For your whole life, your parents have been treating you like a puppet on strings, controlling your life to every single detail, as well as ignoring the fact that you have feelings. Other times, when you disobey their wishes, or speak up about your own opinions, they bash you down with words, in other words, psychological abuse, has led you down the long winded road of depression and anxiety. What happens when you meet a man who’s willing to be your guide out of this terrible downpour? Would you give a shot at happily ever after?

Warnings:

big age gap (kinda?)

issues on anxiety

issues on depression (mild)

issues on parental abuse

smut (maybe)

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You’ve been seeing Mr Suh, correction, Johnny, his first name, as per requested by Johnny himself.

“Mr Suh makes me feel older than I already am, you make me feel like a teenager all over again, so you have to call me Johnny. Let me relive my days when I was still a college kid.”

You didn’t mind, things aren’t as awkward between the two of you anymore, Johnny’s been spending time with you, although the two of you never established any sort of labelling towards what this relationship is. You and Johnny only hung out and had meals together, trying out different cuisines, watching movies, even going as far as skipping a day at work to go to the amusement park. He even bought you to an arcade when you told him you haven’t had the chance to venture to one since you were in grade school.

“Why haven’t you ever been to one for so long?” Johnny asked when he finished a round of pinball.

“They said it was a waste of time and that I should spend more time studying,” you said, wondering why Johnny would ask that, isn’t it the same for all the kids?

Whenever you mention your confining life to Johnny, he’d have a faraway look in his eyes, jaw locked in silent rebuke, he doesn’t say anything, he pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He would be quite for almost half an hour before he goes back to regular cheerful Johnny, telling you lame jokes that you would surprisingly find funny.

You didn’t have a phone, since your parents forbid you to have one, the only means of communicating is through your email account on your laptop, and even that you must always bear in mind to delete his mails right after, and take further precaution, you didn’t allow him to initiate the sending.

Johnny wanted to buy you one, but you rejected him promptly, you didn’t want him to spend so much money on you, he already spends lots on taking you out to eat. You gave him the excuse that it was too dangerous, and the consequences of getting caught are severe.

You often questioned your relationship with Johnny, you aren’t dumb, you’ve googled him and saw gossip news portals uploading photos of him and some model going out and about in hotels, but those headlines were months ago, the latest news about him was from his interview with Times magazine.

You never had the guts to ask him, you don’t know what you mean to him. What right do you have to question his whereabouts and what he does? He’ll probably be bored of you after he’s known all of you.

You know you shouldn’t think of Johnny that way, it is mean to assume what he’s thinking, especially how well he’s treating you, but seeing those headlines gives you a sense of insecurity, you keep telling yourself that this won’t last, but the thought of not seeing him again made your hair stand. He’s making you happy, a distraction towards the negativity you face in that house you live in, but for how long?

House. You never called it a home, unless you were telling your boss you were leaving, to prevent anyone from questioning your odd way of describing it. It was never a home to you. To you, a home is a place where you feel happy, safe, and most importantly, loved. The closest you’ve ever felt to having these feelings were your grandma and Joh... No, you don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you. What were you thinking?

You pushed those thoughts away as you opened your laptop to double check the files that you’ve typed out for your parent’s next important meeting that was supposed to be taking place first thing tomorrow. But when you went through your folders, the files were nowhere to be seen. It’s then you realised that the notification that keeps urging you to update the laptop was gone, it wasn’t the first time you updated the laptop and found out some files were missing, so you would never update the laptop at such a crucial time.

You took the laptop out to your father who was watching some news on his phone in the dining area to ask him if he had updated the software without alerting you.

“Yes, I did. What about it?” he asked, annoyance on his face due to the sudden disturbance.

“The files are missing because of the update,” you informed him.

“What files?” 

“The files for tomorrow’s meeting, they’re missing,” you told him as you mentally prepared yourself for what’s to come.

“What do you mean missing?! I bet it was because you saved it wrongly again! Your retarded brain never works does it?! Do you know how important those files are?! You always work on them late at night blurry eyed, of course you didn’t save them properly! You could’ve worked on them in the morning before work. but no... You want to ‘exercise’! What a waste of time!” You’re not pretty anyways, what are you doing them for huh?!” Your father shouted, his eyes blazing in rage, his fist slamming onto the glass.

While your father was shouting, your mother was checking the laptop as she complains about how clueless you are. It was like your brain couldn’t take the amount of hurtful words piercing into your mind like daggers, you let out a high pitched scream as tears threatened to fall, your hands covering your ears as your eyes were a blur.

When you could see properly again, you could make up words which sounded like ‘how dare you’ from your father, next thing you registered were the fury in his eyes as he advances on you, hand above his head, ready to hit you. You didn’t know what came over you, but the first thing you did was kicking him away. That’s when a full on fight broke out.

You were filled with rage, your mind wasn’t registering what you were doing. You went into a flight or fight stance and started thrashing and kicking as his hands were holding painfully tight on your wrists after you tried punching him.

Your mom urges the both of you not to fight, her voice barely registering in your head as she sits still on the high chair by the kitchen island, not bothered to even try to cease the fight.

When you finally pushed him away, you ran into your room and locked it. Your chest was heaving from the panic attack that just started, you tried your best to calm yourself down, reminding yourself to breathe, it was suffocating, controlling your breathing as more tears made its way out of your eyes.

When it all stopped, your body succumbed into mental exhaustion, passing out on your bed as the tears finally ceased.

You only woke up for dinner last night, and proceeded to sleep again. Yesterday’s events made you feel numb, other than the pain from the bruises on your arms.

There was a big ugly one on your left upper arm, its colour an ugly shade of green and purple.  A few other less serious ones scattered around your lower arms. In other words, you look like a wreck.

You wore a jacket to run even though you were sweating from your previous cardio work outs, feeling a little better after the endorphins in your body kicked in. When you got back, you quickly showered and ate a toast. When you asked for your mother’s phone to remind your boss you were going to take the day off, she told you that weren’t needed at the meeting anymore and that she finished everything last night.

“Just call to say that you’ll be going to work,” she said, not even looking in your direction when she handed you her phone.

But when you called to inform your boss, he told you that he had another part time coming in, and that it was too short of a notice. You said thank you and hung up, but said that you’ll be at work on time today before handing it back to your mother.

You really needed to escape for the day.

You opened the laptop and sent an email to Johnny.

I’m free today. Wanna go out?

You sat on your bed staring at the ceiling as you were sure it was going to be a bit before he replied, but just as you closed your eyes, you heard a distant chime from your laptop.

I’m rushing some stuff at the office today. I’m so sorry, Y/N.

Can I stay in your office? I really wanna get out of the house.

You sounded like a spoiled kid begging for attention, but you really wanted to see him today.

Sure. But you might get bored :) .

I’m leaving the house now :) .

For a 26 year old businessman, he sure loves to use emoticons.

You got changed into jeans and a jacket, you don’t usually wear one if you were going to a secluded area with Johnny, but you had to hide all the marks from last night. You just noticed that they hurt after you accidentally knocked your wrist against something.

You took the bus to the address Johnny wrote down on your diary, it was after one of your dinners together, and he jokingly said that you could always swing by if you wanted, you didn’t know you were going to actually do that.

The bus station wasn’t too far of a walk from his office, since it was just downtown Seoul where the Korea’s financial hub was located.

As you were nearing the office buildings, you stood out like a sore thumb, given the way you were dressed and your age. The people kept giving you stink eyes and sideway glances.

Suh Capital Partners. That was it.

You walked in the rotating doors, only to be greeted by masses of people walking around with smart pads, files, talking on the phone while the assistants take notes. Johnny didn’t mention his company being this big.

You admired the facade of the lobby, it displayed the latest news on a large monitor while futuristic lights hung from the high ceiling, the walls were a perfect balance of steel and wood with a wall of plants filled the wall behind the reception area. 

You realised that the people stopped what they were doing before and started looking at you curiously when one of the nicely dressed women from the reception walked up to you.

“Excuse me, miss. May I ask who are you looking for?” the woman asked, her eyes scanning you from top to toe.

You froze at your spot from how cold she sounded, like she didn’t want you around to ruin the aesthetic of the company. You reminded yourself that you weren’t going to see her anytime soon after this and that if you did make a fool of yourself then so be it.

“I’m looking for Mr Suh,” you told her.

She looked taken aback from your answer, but gave you the ugliest sneer when she recovered.

“Miss, this isn’t a school, you can’t just walk in here and demand to see someone without an appointment. Mr Suh is the head of this company, not someone you can just meet without an agreement from him. Please leave this instance,” she said, her tone high pitched enough to gather everyone’s attention, you swore you heard someone laughing a few feet away.

“But...

“That’s my guest, Ms Park.”

You whipped your head back to see Johnny standing behind you. But instead of his usual warm honey eyes, his eyes were a cold and staring daggers into the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Suh. I’ll get back to my work now,” the woman bowed apologetically, going as far as doing it numerous times.

“I’m going to need a key card for her, Ms Park. Send it up to me when you’re done,” Johnny said, but his eyes were scanning the crowd, his employees immediately went back to what they were doing, the large lobby void of any sound other than people rushing to the lift lobby to escape the scene.

Johnny placed a hand behind your back and guided you to the lift lobby after most of the people have taken the ride up to their respective floors.

“I’m sorry,” you said after the coast was clear.

Johnny’s intimidating stance broke as confusion takes over his face.

“What are you sorry for?” Johnny asked, he should be the one saying sorry.

“I’m such an embarrassment, coming here in my jeans and jacket with a canvas bag, looking like a kid,” you said, fingers nervously tugging the straps of your old bag.

“Hey, hey, hey. Nothing’s wrong with being young and dressing your age. They’re just grumpy from all the work. Don’t take their words into account, and you look great. Perfection as always,” Johnny said reassuringly, hands placed on your shoulder, the warmth of his palms calming you slightly.

“No....

You buried your face into your hands as he patted your head, you sneakily glanced up to see him smiling at you with a toothy grin. But you quickly regained posture as you saw an elevator door open with many pairs of legs.

Johnny wasn’t going in even though the lift was going up, that’s when people in the lift realised it was him, and quickly came out of the lift, saying sorry and greeting Johnny.

Johnny guided you in after the lift was cleared empty. His staff looking at you curiously, you weren’t used to having so many pairs of eyes on you, their curious eyes burning holes into you.

Johnny could sense your anxiousness from the way you were hiding behind his tall figure as the two of you walked into his office, there weren’t many people at that time, given the fact that only direct reports of his business partners came up to hand in documents.

You only felt yourself loosen up a bit after you took a seat on Johnny’s armchair in his huge office, overlooking Seoul’s skyline and the cars that were buzzing about on the roads. The view made you calm down a bit from the journey coming up here.

You felt the chair dip as Johnny took a seat on its armrest, his hands coming up to give your shoulders a nice massage. Johnny smiled at the way your eyes lit up from his comforting touch as you looked back to smile at him, he felt a warm feeling deep in his belly as he takes in your beautiful features and the warmth of your shoulders on his fingertips. But as he puts more pressure onto your shoulders, you wince slightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Did your boss at work make you lift heavy stuff again?” Johnny asked, his hands ceased all movements, fearing that he would hurt you again.

You automatically thought of your fight with your father last night, it might be because of the force exerted from when he had pushed you.

“N-no, I just didn’t sleep well last night. I watched a horror movie and had a nightmare,” you lied, not knowing how he would react if you told him the truth.

“Be careful when watching these movies, Y/N. If you went to work and your boss really made you move heavy things today, then you would’ve strain your muscles,” Johnny said, going back to massaging your shoulders, but this time gently applying pressure on that spot, rubbing it in clockwise circles to ease the pain.

“I’m fine, Johnny. Didn’t you have work to rush? I don’t want to keep you away from important matters. And my shoulders feel much better now,” you said, moving away from his hands even though you could’ve let him do that forever, it felt so comforting, borderline addictive.

“Okay, I’ll tend to your shoulders again later.” Johnny said as he lays his head on top of yours, a gesture that he had came up with whenever he wanted to show affection to you without crossing uncharted territories, your heart sped up whenever he does that.

You were just sitting on the couch reading one of your old books when you looked up and saw Johnny frowning at his laptop, you placed your book down and made your way to Johnny.

“Don’t frown like that, you’ll get frown lines when you’ll get older, it’ll spoil your handsome face,” you joked.

Your hands reach out to smooth the creases on his forehead, a smile coming back to Johnny’s face.

“Thank you,” he said, taking your busy hand into his, lightly tracing the area between your thumb and your index finger.

“What’s bothering you?” you asked, unbeknownst to you, your lips were unconsciously set in a pout.

“There’s some documents that are supposed to be sent to my office in Chicago, but the English that’s written here isn’t up to standards, I’m worried the staff there won’t understand what the document is stating. I don’t mind correcting it, but I have other things to tend to as well,” Johnny explained to you.

“Can I take a look at it? I had Cambridge classes for 8 years. Guess it’s finally coming in handy. I mean only if you think I’m capable, I don’t want you to think I’m boasting or anything, I just really wanna help...

“Y/N, sweet, I trust you. Just let me get you a laptop,” he said before dialling to his secretary.

Once Johnny sent the files to that laptop, you started correcting some grammatical errors and replaced some terms that weren’t as professional, when Johnny was done with his meeting, you were done with the documents as well.

“Here, take a look. There might be mistakes,” you said after sending him the files back.

“You were reading ‘me before you’, I think you’re fine, Y/N,” Johnny deadpanned.

“Just take a look, just in case,” you pleaded, doe eyes capturing his heart. Nodding, Johnny smiles, doing as you said.

Johnny scanned through the documents, his eyes lighting up brighter after each sentence, a proud smile making way on his face. When he was done, he pulled you close by the waist, and gave you a warm hug, his head nuzzling into your sweater.

“Thank you so much, sweetheart. I thought I needed to work overtime because of this,” he said, his voice was slightly muffled by the cotton.

“You’re welcome. You can always send me these files when I’m not here, I don’t want you to overwork yourself,” you offered.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Wanna grab lunch? I can hear your stomach rumbling,” Johnny asked after pulling away, a cheeky glint in his eyes.

You could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, as you hit Johnny’s shoulders lightly for his teasing, a smile creeping up your face.

“No, I’m not...

“Come on, I know this really nice French restaurant around the corner...

“Johnny I have the file you were...

Doyoung stops in his tracks as he sees you and Johnny being so close to each other.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a guest,” Doyoung apologises, but his eyes were still wide in disbelief.

“Doyoung. This is Y/N. Y/N, Doyoung is one of my business partners, his dad was my dad’s business partner so now it’s his turn,” Johnny introduces his friend to you, telling you a bit of his background.

You gave Doyoung a tiny bow and soft hello, nerves wrecking up at meeting someone you often see on telly whenever their company has a press conference. You could sense an air of discomfort as Doyoung gives you a questioning look.

“You can just put the files on my desk Doyoung. I’ll take a look at them after my lunch break.”

When the evening rolled in, Johnny had to drive you home before your mom questioned your whereabouts.

“I really enjoyed having you by my side today, Y/N,” Johnny said sincerely after pulling up outside the gated area.

“I should be the one thanking you, I can’t believe those snails cost so much, yet you won’t let me pay you back whenever we have meals together,” you retorted, recalling how your eyes almost flew out of their sockets when you stole a glance at the bill.

“Money is not an issue, Y/N. I told you that many times before,” Johnny reminded you.

“I’ll see you on Saturday?” you asked, changing the subject before he offers to buy you a house or something.

“Yeah,” Johnny said, chuckling at how you diverted his attention.

Johnny unlocked the doors of his car, but right before you pulled onto the handle, Johnny pulled your arm, the place where one of the bigger bruises were located at, making you wince at the unexpected pain.

“Y/N I wanted to ask, wait. Are you in pain? Are you hurt? Did I accidentally hurt you?” Johnny asked his eyes wide in worry.

Before you could protest, Johnny pushed up the sleeves of your sweater, revealing the big ugly bruise on your upper arm, and several others that went downwards until your wrist.

You looked up at Johnny, scanning his face that was frozen in shock, eyes not believing what he’s seeing. His fingers gently tracing every bruise, his other hand rotating your arm gently, to see if there’s more.

“Y/N... Who did this to you?” Johnny questioned, but deep down in his gut, he’s sure it’s who he thinks it is.

“No one, Johnny. I just fell down when I woke up,” you said, lying through your teeth, you didn’t want to, but that was your survival instinct whenever someone asks about your parents.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N, it’s them isn’t it? They hit you. Why didn’t you tell me?” Johnny demanded, he questions why you don’t trust him, was he not worthy in your eyes?

“It’s nothing, Johnny. Goodnight,” you said in a breath before turning away.

You quickly got out of his car and ran to your lift lobby, Johnny was following behind you. But before he could step into the premise, you shut the glass door which could only be opened with a security card on him, mouthing the words sorry before you made your way into a lift.

Johnny banged at the door, shouting for you to come back, before the security guards asked him to leave. He could feel a prickle in his heart as he sees the bruises in his head, the image fresh. He felt red hot anger boiling in his heart, he was going to get you out of that horrible place, no matter what it takes.