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princessb4mbi · 1 year

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╰─▸ ❝ MY WAY OF SAYING "THANKS"

𖦹 tags black!femreader, dilf!jotaro, age gap (reader is in 20s, jotaro being in his 40s), reader is in college. oral sex (fem reciving), meandom!jotaro, teasing, cursing and squirting?... there’s also an imbalance of power. extremely ooc jotaro & jolyne. dead dove do not eat

𖦹 synopsis You’ve been Jolyne’s close friend for years, but never paid attention to her family. Who would’ve thought that she had a banging hot father?

𖦹 word count 3.5k [about 13 mins]

𖦹 a/n hello! If this blows up, no spoilers about jjba.. i have not watched past part 4 as this is being made, so i am not 100% of how part 5 or 6 has gone on. THANKS!! (also jotaro is in his part 4 outfit. thxx) [story below the cut]

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“So, y/n, are ya comin’ to my apartment later today?” Jolyne asks she puts her stuff in her car. “Maybe... I have to study for my chem final so I don’t know if I can stay for long,” you respond gripping the strap of your bookbag. She gives you are sarcastic frown, whining in response. She puts a hand on your arms, rubbing it up and down gently. “C’monnn… you know.. my dad will be in town for this week.” You furrow your eyebrows. Obviously, you knew about Jolyne’s family, and even been to her house many times, but her father has never been at home. You can’t even recall if you caught a glimpse of her father. You don’t even know his name. You only know her father by ��Mr. Kujo’.

“I’m shocked, since when did you care about your dad being in town?” You question the bright green-haired girl. Jolyne leans back on her car, making her a bit shorter. “Look, I know I don’t talk about him a lot, but this is the first time that my dad has actually made an interest in seeing me,” She said sternly. “If you don’t want to come that’s fine, but for some reason, I don’t want to be alone with him. As weird as that is..” She continues on.

You close your eyes and think. It’s one thing to meet Jolyne’s dad because it happens, but it’s another thing to meet Jolyne’s dad because you’re meant to clear the air. However, it’s Jolyne. You’d do anything for her. “Ok.. but if I go to your apartment, I have to sleep over, ok?” Jolyne squeals in excitement. “Like I’d say no to that?” She gives you a warm hug and then opens her car door to get inside. She turns on her car and then rolls down the windows.

“I love ya so much! I’d passionately make out with you if I didn’t have an errand to run.. see ya!” She winks at you then rolls her car window back up. She pulls out of the parking lot, leaving you alone. You sigh. This better be worth it.

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You walk up to the front of Jolyne’s apartment door, smiling to yourself at the cute decor she’s put on the door. You ring the doorbell, with the door opening a near second later. Jolyne, wearing an oversized graphic tee with long pajama pants, lounges at you. “I’m so grateful you came! I’m not gonna’ lie to you, but I was tracking down your location as well..”

“What?” You say in confusion. “It’s that serious?”

“Well.. no. But, ya’know!” She says lifting her eyebrows up as if she’s indicting something you can’t grasp.

“Since when did you have my loca-” You’re cut off by Jolyne dragging you inside by your arm, and closing the door soon after. You take off your jacket, revealing your tight-fitting shirt. Jolyne turns around to face you a small smirk creeps up her face. “Free the nipples huh?” She says puzzlingly. You shake your head no. “Ah. So you just have no bra on. Well, not like I have a dress code here anyways.” She walks to her kitchen, picking up something from her microwave. You set your bag aside and plop down on her soft velvet couch.

“Want sum’ pizza rolls? It’s homemade..” Jolyne says blowing on one.

“Nah, I already ate the bookstore.” Jolyne shrugs and sets her plate down on the coffee table. You sit back up and open your bag, pulling out your laptop and your iPad. “You mind if I watch some TV?” You nod no as you go back to your screen, memorizing and writing as much material as you can.

The two of you continue to be in your own worlds until you are interrupted by the ring of Jolyne’’s doorbell. “That’s him. I’ll get it.” Jolyne says nervously as she rubs her hands together walking up to the door. You hear a faint exchange of ‘hellos’ from the door, but it’s nothing crazy to take you out of your work. You hear the door close and then the shuffle of footsteps. “Not too bad,” You hear a deep, raspy voice say.

“I didn’t know you had someone over, Jolyne.”

You look over to see Jolyne’s dad and meet eyes with possibly the most handsome man you’ve seen. He is tall, really tall. With a very defined jawline, and dark eyebrows. Not to mention, his eyes. His gorgeous green eyes. You swear you can stare into them for hours. You were too busy just admiring his looks and didn’t notice a small smile creeping up his face. “I would assume you greet people by just staring?”

You close your laptop right away then get up and pat yourself of dust that was never there to begin with. “I-I’m sorry... Mr. Kujo,” You manage. He extends his hand towards you, seemingly expecting a handshake from you. “Oh... It’s y/n.., sorry.” You stutter.

“It’s ok.” He says sternly.

“Well then.. uhm... Dad,” Jolyne speaks up. She gestures for him to sit on the couch, in an attempt to make him comfortable. You start to pack up stuff, feeling too awkward and too embarrassed to stay for another minute. The silence was also terrible, so that was another sign for you to move somewhere else.

“You don’t have to leave.” He says abruptly. His voice was just so… demanding yet calm? You couldn’t explain it, but everything about him was just you obey what he says or face punishment. Honestly, he made you nervous. Extremely nervous. And he noticed that.

“Yeah y/n… you don’t have to leave at all,” Jolyne says, making a “stay right fucking here” face that only you can see. You place your stuff back down on the table. Since there was really nowhere else to sit and you didn’t want to sit on Jolyne’s cold ass floors, you were forced to sit next to Mr. Kujo. But you left a great amount of space between you two. Jolyne’s eyes brightened. She had an idea. It probably isn’t a good one too. It’s an idea she does a lot, that annoys you to your core.

“I actually made you some food for you, but I placed it in the fridge since I didn’t want to leave it out for long so…” Oh my god. No way she was bailing on you. With her dad of all people. Jolyne starts to back up away from you and her dad, inching closer to the kitchen. “I will heat that up, so just… converse with y/n! She’s a fun girl if you get to know her well.” And with that, Jolyne is fully in the kitchen, successfully avoiding a situation by making you her bait.

There are about two moments of silence before Mr. Kujo takes the remote to turn on the TV and play something random. I guess that's his own way of killing the silence huh? “What do you study?” He speaks suddenly again.

“Huh?”

“Yare Yare Daze..”

You have no idea what he just said, but with the way he said it, you can tell it wasn’t a good thing. He leans back on the couch a little more, but his sitting stance is still proper. You don’t know why you blank out in moments like these, because now you look like an idiot to Jolyne’s dad. A man you’ve just met.

More moments of silence continue, as the television show adds background noise. “Biology. I plan to be a vet after graduate school,” Mr. Kujo turns his head at you, giving you his full attention. He lifts an eyebrow in amusement. “Say, I actually majored in Biology myself,” You chuckle, shocked at the fact that someone like him would actually go into a major like that.

“If you ever need help with anything, you can call me.”

What? Call him? Mr. Kujo clears his throat. “I mean… it’s a hard subject. You’re better off getting help for free rather than paying for a tutor.” You nod your head in agreement. “Thank you… do you want me to give you my number or?...” You ask, hoping he gives you his number instead for some strange reason. “Give me your phone, I’ll put my digits in there.” You comply, handing him your phone. You scoot closer to him to make sure nothing pops up on your phone, like when you are showing something to your parent on your phone. You look at him putting in his number, then look at his face. God, he is so handsome. It might be wrong to think this, but when you see someone attractive, you see someone attractive. That’s just natural.

“Here, I put my number in there.” Mr. Kujo hands you back your phone. You look at it and see a new contact card. “Jotaro?”

“Yes, that is my first name.” He says blankly. “You don’t have to call me ‘Mr. Kujo’... no one close to me does.”

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment. “Sorry…”

“Sorry, what?”

Your eyebrows twitch in confusion. Sorry what? What do I say? You and Mr. Kujo look each other in the face. With Mr. Kujo looking like he wants you to do something for him.

“Oh. Sorry, Jotaro.” He looks away, seemingly satisfied with you calling him Jotaro. Maybe calling him ‘Mr. Kujo’ made him uncomfortable, considering how no one else does, and it’s probably too formal in general. But wait a minute. What could he have meant by nobody close to him calling him that? Are you two suddenly friends even though there was an awkward exchange between you two?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the smell of lasagna, specifically Jolyne bringing it out onto his diner table. “I know it may be a little late to eat this, but it won’t kill us to be like Garfield for a day.” She takes out three plates, presumably for us to eat. “It’s okay. I already ate myself Jolyne.” Jotaro says bluntly.

Jolyne looks at Jotaro, undoubtedly upset by her father’s sentence. She looks down at the food, then looks back at you. “Oh. Well, y/n, do you want some?” Knowing you can’t leave her in the dark like this, you nod your head yes in an attempt to lift Jolyne’s spirits. It seemed to work because she poured herself a plate as well. Jolyne places you and her plates of food on the coffee table, then sit on the floor. You can’t see Jotaro’s face anymore, but you can’t help but feel like he is burning a hole through your shirt. Your phone buzzes and you flip it over to see the notification. It was a text message from Jotaro.

Thank you.

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Jolyne sleeps soundly as you sit at her desk, finishing up your studying. You check the time, 11:45 pm. It was late. You wondered if Jotaro had left already, considering how the both of you went to Jolyne’s room around 10 pm. But you didn’t hear the door open or close. Deciding to answer your curiosity, you walk out of her room, looming down her dark hallway. There you see Jotaro, still awake, with his focus on the TV. His posture is a lot more lax than before, his legs spread and he even has his hat off. He turns over to you. “I didn’t know you were still awake.” He pats the couch, signaling for you to go sit next to him. You obey, sitting down next to him without a word.

Once again, silence ensues. It’s not like you’re bad at starting conversations, you’re just bad at starting conversations with him. “Look, I just want to say thank you,” Jotaro bursts out. You look at him, seeing him already looking at you. “For what? I-I didn’t do much other than make things awkward.” You say nervously. This was weird. You were appreciative of the fact that Jotaro is thanking you, but it was weird because you have no idea what he was thanking you for.

“I’m not thanking you because of today, I’m thanking you for the years you stuck by Jolyne,” He says warmly. “I wasn’t around much in her life, and I’ve missed important moments for her, but even then, she wasn’t alone. She had you.”

You stare down at your thighs, unable to think of what to say. You didn’t know what to think, he just admitted to being an absent father and is thanking a mere 22-year-old for being around his daughter for over a decade. You want to pity him, considering how Jolyne excused his actions by saying that it was for the benefit of her and her mom, but Jolyne really needed him at times. “You may not have the greatest thoughts of me but, I still want you to know that I am indebted to you, y/n.”

“It’s nothing, but you’re here now. Stay. For Jolyne’s sake.” Jotaro nods his head and then turns his attention back to the TV. 30 minutes of pure silence and the show that Jotaro was watching occurs. Making yet another awkward moment between you two. You look at the clock on the wall. 12:15 am. “Well… it’s getting late so, maybe I should hit the hay?” You say to break the silence. You stand up from the couch until you feel a large, warm hand grab your wrist. “Wait,” Jotaro says. His voice just went an octave lower than it is, and you swear you went weak from that. He stands up from the couch, making you realize just how tall he is. (a/n - my 6’5 daddy ahhhh 🤪😝) He removes his grip from your wrist, but stands in front of you, blocking any way of you walking away from him. His body is no more than 4 inches away from yours, and the smell of his rather earthy cologne fills your nose.

“I didn’t explain my appreciativeness properly earlier…” He says, leaning his face about 2 inches from yours. Your brain wasn’t comprehending what was going on, but you know that you want whatever will happen in the next 10 seconds. “Let me thank you properly.”

Jotaro places his hands over your face and passionately kisses you. As if by instinct, you kiss him back, leaving your mouth agape so that his tongue can explore your mouth better. You slowly droop down onto the couch, with Jotaro not breaking the kiss between you two. You both sit on the couch, Jotaro is hunched over you, letting the once-passionate kiss become rough. He then backs away leaving a string of saliva between the two of you. He places his big hands over your top, slipping it off. Since you weren’t wearing a bra, your breasts were already in view for him. He gets close and sucks on them, circling and nibbling at your nipple. “So fucking perfect…” He mumbles. He backs away from your breasts, then scoots farther down the chair.

“This may be sudden, but would you let me eat your pussy?” He asks sternly.

You were quick to comply, fixing your body flat, with your crotch facing Jotaro. Jotaro removes your pants, revealing your bright pink panties. He rubs your clothed clit with his thick thumb, you slightly arching your back to the feeling. You bite your bottom lip to contain your moans, but you can’t help a couple of whimpers come out. Jotaro then takes off your panties, leaving you completely naked for him. He stares at your naked body and smiles. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? You practically gave me a boner when you saw me enter.” He goes up to kiss your neck and leaves a few hickeys, making his way down your body. “Those pretty eyes of yours, I want to ruin that look so bad…”

Jotaro is now face-to-face with your pussy, leaving his mouth slightly agape making you feel hot air on your sensitive clit. The feeling of the air on your nub makes your body tingle, with you shifting your legs around. Jotaro places a firm grip on your thighs, keeping the lower portion of your body in place. “Please… Jotaro..” You whine, desperately wanting him to eat you out. “Patience baby, you’re just not wet enough for me…” He responds.

Are you serious? You are about ten seconds away from pushing Jotaro’s head into your pussy and clamping your thighs shut, but if he wasn’t as scary as he was then you seriously would’ve done it. “Please... Jotaro,” At this point, you’re a crying, whimpering mess. As bad as it is, you didn’t even care if Jolyne heard either. All you wanted right now, was for Jotaro to devour you like you’re his last meal on Earth. Jotaro chuckles mischievously.

He licks a long stride down your pussy. A sinful moan comes out from your mouth. Jotaro tightens his grip, “Shut up… you don’t want to wake Jolyne up, do you?” He brings your thighs closer to his face, sensing the prickly feeling of his stubble on your soft thighs. Jotaro slowly licks circles around your clit, torturing you with the pace he’s going at. You engulf your hands in his dark curly locks and slowly grind yourself on his tongue. “So fucking impatient.” He mumbles, deciding to pick up his pace and send his tongue up and down your pussy.

You bite down on a pillow to contain your moans, because at this point your lips hurt too much from attempting to keep your moans. Jotaro is swirling his tongue around every crevice of your pussy as he can, even sticking it into your wet hole. Although it can’t go far, his nose is so close to your clit that you can feel him breathing on it ONTOP of him putting his tongue inside your hole. The sound is ungodly, the noise from the TV being replaced by the sound of slushing and Jotaro’s low but audible growls.

“Fuck you taste so good…need you to cum on my tongue. Now,” He grunts, fucking his tongue against your throbbing numb clit. You had planned to hold your climax just a little bit for how he teased you earlier, but the tone of his voice implied that he was serious, and he was going to make you cum on his command. Whether you want to or not.

“Don’t get any smart ideas, I’ll use my fingers if I have to,” He says moving one of his hands closer to your crotch. You weren’t going to disobey, seeing how you aren’t in the position to decline, and he was making you feel insanely good. At this point, you’re gripping onto Jotaro’s hair, and shoving his face into your cunt, as if he’s your vibrator. He’s not complaining either, hearing how there are feral moans coming out from him too. “You like this? You like how I’m devouring your wet little pussy hm?” He muffles, sending you over the edge. Your clit begins to jitter, signaling that you are close to climaxing.

“Mmm.. m’ so close, Taro..” you whine, begging him to slow down his pace. Jotaro isn’t budging, however. You were feeling so many mixed emotions at this point, letting go of the pillow and moaning freely. How would Jolyne respond if she saw her dad's face deep into her best friend’s pussy? Was a thought that swelled in your head, but… it turned you on. “I’m gonna..cum Taro p-please..” You whimper. You relax your head back as you reach your climax, clamping Jotaro’s head with your thighs and your feet shaking in response. Fuck. Not only did Jolyne’s dad just give you head, but it was a leg-shaking one at that.

Jotaro releases his grip and begins to sit up straight. As you sit up straight, you notice what appears to be a droplet of liquid on his chin. “I didn’t know you were like that, but I’m not bothered by it..” He says as he wipes his chin with his hand. You look down to see an obvious boner in his pants. You slide your hand across his thigh but he stops you with his hand. You look up at him to see his face. “It’s quite obvious that I don’t have sexual… tendencies… with the friends of my daughter but, you’re a different case. Jolyne has talked about you a lot, and in all honestly, I’ve been waiting to meet you.” He says with a visibly frustrated face.

“As much as I’d desire to take things further, I know once I start, I won’t stop. Regardless if someone sees… you get my gist?” You nod your head in agreement. “Great. So can you put on your clothes and go to sleep with Jolyne as if I wasn’t eating you out about 2 minutes ago? I’m sure you can handle that for me, baby.”

You pick up your clothes and put them on, fixing yourself to normal. You give Jotaro one final look then you start to walk back into Jolyne’s room. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing as Jolyne is still sound asleep. You crawl into her bed and cuddle her. In the end, you felt wrong but not at the same time. Jotaro didn’t only make you orgasm, but squirt as well? Not even a regular hookup you had with a frat boy could make that possible for you.

I guess Jolyne was right in a sense when she said older men do it best.

#anime smut #jjba smut #jjba fanfic #jotaro x reader #jotaro smut #jotaro x reader smut #jotaro kujo

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melanieph321 · 1 year

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Ruben Dias x Black Reader - A Sky Full of Stars

I didn't finnish my Man United content so I'll leave that for tomorrow, here is the Ruben fic! 😝

18+

Summary - Ruben takes reader to a Coldplay concert.

Enjoy!

"Girl, I don't even like Coldplay....." You whispered into your phone.

"Then why are you going to see their concert?" Your best friend asked, laughing at the fact.

You looked back over your shoulder. Ruben was still in the bathroom getting ready. You could hear him, humming along to the speaker that he brought in there.

"Apparently Ruben loves them." You sighed.

"He does? I didn't know that?"

Neither did you. He had suprised you with the tickets last minute, saying that he would love for you two to go. How could you say no?

"Do you even know any of their songs?"

"No." You snorted. "Maybe one song. That living la vida loca..."

"Wasn't that Ricky Martin who sang that one?"

"I don't fucking know? All I know is that I won't be able to enjoy myself at the concert because Coldplay don't play no music that makes you want to dance!"

Your friends lughter drummed in your ear "I agree. Aren't people just jumping up and down at their concerts?"

"Probably. I'll let you know how it goes."

"Okay girl. Remember, you're doing it for love. Perhaps Ruben will agree to see Beyonce Renaissance with you?"

"I doubt it, but thanks."

You hung up the phone just as Ruben left the bathroom.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

You stood. "Yes. Am I overdressed?"

You wore a red thin laced dressed, that hugged the shape of your body like an hourglass. Ruben on the other hand, wore beige chinos with a white shirt, leaving the top buttons undone.

"I don't know?" He muttered, eyes looking you up and down. "Turn around, let me see what's behind."

"Ruben. " You gasped.

He chuckled. "You look fine babe. The car is waiting for us downstairs."

You grabbed your purse and let Ruben escort you out of the door.

"Car? Aren't we taking yours?"

"Nah, it will be too difficult dealing with parking and stufff. Besides, I thought we could check into a hotel later."

"A hotel, why?"

You arrived downstairs. Ruben held the car door open for you to get in.

"No reason. He shrugged. "I just thought that it could be nice to finnish the day off with...."

"The two of us checking into a hotel?"

Ruben blushed.

You nodded. "Okay, it's a date then."

He smiled. "It's a date."

The concert was more or less what you expected it to be, a fully set Ethiad Stadium with people jumping amongst each other in a crowd. You didn't know the majority of the songs that were played, however, you did enjoy the light show that they put on. Apparently the wristbands you were given upon entery lit up and shifted colors, creating a swarm of lights amongst the people in the crowd.

"Are you having fun babe?"

The night had its moments though.

There was one song they played that made the whole crowd sing along, creating the most amazing atmosphere.

"What's this song called?" You asked. You were leaning your back against Ruben, swaying in his arms. It was soothing, the vibration of his chest as he sang along with the rest of the crowd.

"It's called A Sky Full of Stars." He said, lowering his head to whisper into your ear.

How fitting, you thought, with the glowing wristbands. Looking down, it did indeed look like you were surrounded by a sky full of stars.

"Do you like it?"

"The song?"

He nodded.

"Yes, it's good."

Ruben set his hands on your waist and brought himself down to plant kisses along your naked shoulder.

"I'm glad you're having fun." He whispered.

Blood rushed through your veins as he kept serranding your shoulder and neck with kisses, almost making you lose your footing.

"Ruben." You moaned. "Wait until we get to the hotel."

Seems like he couldn't wait. The concert ended and Ruben didn't seem cable of keeping his hands to himself during the car ride to the hotel. He leaned over to caress your legs, tugging at the hem of you dress as the two of you made out in the car like two horny teenagers.

"We have to stop." You gasped, when Ruben cornered you in the hotel elevator, on its way up.

"Ruben, please." You gasped as he backed you up against it, making you fall back flat against the matress.

"It's your fucking dress." He groaned, forcing himself to stop kissing you.

Arriving at your floor he lead you down the hallway, towards your hotel room. He slid the keycard into the door and did not waste anytime to take in the room. You were only staying for the night and all you seemed to need was the bed.

He grunted in response, too mesmerized by your legs that lay spread before him. He rolled up the hem of you dress to your hips, exposing your belly but most importantly, your damped underwear.

"You're hot for me too, no?"

You chuckled and pulled the hair on his head, wanting for him to stop admiring your wet pussy and come up and kiss you. He did so for a little while, allowing your tounges to dance in your mouths. But then he traced the kisses bellow, clearly more interested in what was happening down there

"Fuck Ruben."

His fingers caressed your opening, pushing your panties to the side. By now you were all his, swollen and glistering for him to enter you.

He threw your thighs over each of his shoulders, keeping them steady by pressing down on his palms.

You squealed as he licked across your swollen bead, taking the whole thing into his mouth, sucking it dry.

"Ruben please. You're gonna make me come too fast."

He ignored your plea, desperate to have you in his mouth, his tongue warm against your folds.

You raised your hips and began circulating the movement, so that Rubens rough beared caressed just the right spot. Along with the pressure applied by his tounge you were no match for him. Your body began to tremble, with you arching your back and fisting the sheets.

"Fuck." You said, coming down from the high, catching your breath.

Ruben came back up to place sloppy kisses in the crook of your neck, caging your head in between his arms.

"Why are you so good at that?" You asked, your chest heaving up and down trying to restore your breath. You probably didn't give half as good blow jobs like Ruben ate you out.

"I guess I was hungry." He chuckled. "And your pussy taste delicious."

His erection caressed your inner thigh as his weight lay on top of you. You reached down to unbuckle his belt. His lips kept latching on to your neck, making it a bit difficult for you to concentrate.

"Do you have any condoms?"

He paused and raised his head. "No, I forgot. Do you?"

You shook your head. "I'm not on anything either."

"You mean..."

"No birth controls."

"Do you still want to do it?"

"If you don't mind the risk of having a baby." You chuckled.

Ruben looked you dead in the eye, his gaze undoubtedly determined, his expression unmoved. "I don't mind." He said.

Your smile faded a little, mostly out of sheer suprise.

"Ruben I..."

"It's your choice of course."

"Thanks." You muttured.

Your thoughts drifted a little, to the moment you and Ruben shared during Coldplays performance of A Sky Full of Stars. You wished that moment would have lasted forever, with you leaning against Ruben and him swaying you in his strong arms. You remembered the swarm of lights, how they glowed so beautifully in the dark.

"You okay?"

You returned to the present. Ruben tucked one of your fallen braids behind your ear, letting his thumb stroke your bottom lip. It was plump from all the kisses, so was his.

"We could just go to bed." He shrugged.

You shook your head. "I want to fuck."

He chuckled, but then his expression was serious again. "No condom?"

You nodded, quite sure of yourself. "No condom."

That was all you had to say for Ruben to pick up where you left off.

You lay under him, his weight on top of you. He kept his pants on, only rolling them down just enough to pull himself out of his underwear.

His hard length, slapped against your folds as he raised his hips, trying to find your entrance.

You gasped in his ear as the first thrusts left you unadjusted to his size.

"Tell me to stop if it hurts." He grunted.

You shook your head, "Don't stop, just go slower."

You collcted a bundle of his hair as he pressed you against the matress once more, this time sinking in and out of you with ease. He kept at it, taking pride in the way your breath hitched with every stroke.

Your dress got torn somewhere along the way, with Ruben cupping your breast in one hand and sucking the nipple of the other, all this whilst his rough movments rocked the hotel bed, no fear of breaking it.

At one point you saw stars, a sky full of them. You knew that Ruben could see them too, because his body moved as if he was about detach himself from you, to pull himself out last minute.

"No, stay."

You trapped him with your legs around his waist.

Panic struck his voice, "Y/N, I'm about to..."

"Then do it, inside me."

"You sure?"

You nodded. "It's what I want."

It was a new experience for the both of you, coming together like this. With one last sloppy thrust Ruben knocked his hip bones against yours, emptying himself inside of you. You felt yourself clench around him, your walls closing in on him, sucking him dry.

"Fuck, Y/N. That was amazing." He said, dumping his body next to yours.

"Mhmm." You muttered, not really satisfied.

Ruben noticed this and raised his head. "Didn't you come?"

"Not like I usually do."

"Oh."

"But it's okay Ruben, I don't need to..."

He shook his head, refusing to listen to your protests. Scooting closer to you, his hand slipped below the sheets.

"Ruben I..."

"Sshhh." He hushed, his lips against your ear. "Relax."

His fingers began circulating your clit, slowly at first but with an increase of movement as you began to make noises again. Embarrassing noises, since you were the only one making them this time.

"Ruben, please I...."

"Shhh." He hissed. "Just let yourself go."

You did, or at least you tried to. And there was the stars again, appearing in the sky and all around you."

"Ruben I..."

He entered you with his fingers, hooking them against your clenching walls.

"Ruben please."

"Just let go."

You bit your lip, struggling to contain the throbbing fountain within in you.

"There." He said. As you with one last clench of your walls came all over Ruben's hand.

He seemed to enjoy it, boyishly grinning at you.

"There." He repeated. "Now we can go to sleep."

You drifted off with his words, dreaming of newborn babies and a sky full of stars.

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #football imagine #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #smut #ruben dias x black reader

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ultrone · 6 months

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what music do you think Jackie would listen to…?

very random playlist i know lmaooo i hope it’s at least a bit accurate. i tried to stick to before the 2000s as much as i could 🫡

Gwen Stefani/No Doubt for sure. I feel like she’d specifically love “Cool” by Gwen

I Touch Myself by Divinyls

Crush by Jennifer Paige

Fastlove, Pt. 1 by George Michael

The Cranberries (influenced by Shauna 🤔)

The King of Wishful Thinking by Go West (she got obsessed with it after watching Pretty Woman)

Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Back For Good by Take That

Some songs by Fleetwood Mac & Stevie Nicks, like Sable on Blond, I Don't Want to Know, Edge of Seventeen, Only over You…

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush

Last Goodbye by Jeff Buckley

Madonna

Waterfalls by TLC

Right Here - Human Nature Radio Mix by SWV

Living On My Own - No More Brothers Radio Mix by Freddie Mercury

I feel like she’d also be lowkey into Country 😭

Shania Twain

Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus

Jolene by Dolly Parton

Amber by 311

Baby, I Love Your Way by Big Mountain

Angel by Shaggy, Rayvon

The Sign by Ace of Base (medicated Lottie got her into it)

Had a hanson phase lmaoooo 🧐

Torn by Natalie Imbruglia

Bitch by Meredith Brooks (she’d sing/yell this one in Shauna’s car)

I Try by Macy Gray

Girlfriend in a Coma by The Smiths

Alanis Morissette

There She Goes by The La’s

Two Princes by Spin Doctors

You Get What You Give by New Radicals

Fast Car by Tracy Chapman (I feel like Shauna would overplay it while driving)

Be My Baby by The Ronettes

Duran Duran

Bon Jovi

Fantasy by Mariah Carey

Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Livin' la Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Savage Garden

Uptown Girl by Westlife

Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

Summer Of ‘69 by Bryan Adams

The Power Of Love by Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Hero by Enrique Iglesias

Whitney Houston’s top hits

Let’s Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams

Some Aerosmith songs, like Crazy & I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing

The Shoop Shoop Song (It’s In His Kiss) & One by One by Cher

I Love You Always Forever by Donna Lewis

Black or White by Michael Jackson

Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows (from the Shrek 2 soundtrack 😭)

Alone & These Dreams by Heart

I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany

More Than a Feeling by Boston

What’s Love Got to Do with It by Tina Turner

Close to Me by The Cure

Blue (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65 ☠️

Endless Love by Luther Vandross, Mariah Carey

Be My Baby & Divine idylle by Vanessa Paradis

Smile by Lily Allen

I’m Gonna Miss You by Milli Vanilli

Conga by Gloria Estefan 🤣

New Kids On The Block

Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds

Queen

Hey Ya! by Outkast

Dreaming Of You by Selena

extra… songs she’d listen to if she spoke spanish or was latina cuz i’m mexican and i’ve been thinkin abt this 🙂‍↕️

Tu Dama De Hierro by Marisela

Belanova, especially Rosa Pastel, Me Pregunto, and Cada que…

Formas de Amor by Calo

Mi Media Naranja by Fey

Bazar & No Controles by Flans

Gracias A Dios by Thalia

La Ventanita by Garibaldi

Ahora Te Puedes Marchar by Luis Miguel

Cuando Calienta El Sol by Luis Miguel

Mírala, Míralo by Alejandra Guzman

Virgen de las Vírgenes by Gloria Trevi

Ni Una Sola Palabra by Paulina Rubio

No Puedo Olvidarme Ti by MDO

La Calle de las Sirenas by Kabah

Enamoradísimo by Mercurio

Veneno by Ragazzi

Dile Que la Amo by Kairo

Hombres G

Oye Mi Amor by Maná

Rica y Apretadita (feat. Anayka) by El General

Moriré by La Factoria

Enloquéceme & Shabadabada by OV7

Timbiriche

Amante Bandido by Miguel Bosé

Alejandro Sanz

#jackie taylor thoughts #yjs thoughts #yellowjackets thoughts #jackie taylor #yellowjackets #jackie taylor headcanons

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solarsleepless · 5 months

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hello all

welcome back the kristy thomas autism analysis, where i'm rewatching the show and writing down her autistic traits as i see em (as well as noting any neurodiverse traits in the other girls). here's part one if you haven't seen it.

this ep is not narrated by kristy, so she is not the 'main character' in this episode, which basically means there's going to be a LOT shorter than before

without further ado, let's jump right in!

Episode 2

"did he ask you to the dance or not?!" autistic people often don't pick up on things when they're indirectly stated, and much prefer a direct way of speaking because we tend to not pick up on the double meaning, which is clearly showcased with how much value kristy gives on the exact phrasing here

"subtlety is not among her many talents" more examples of kristy's bluntness—she doesn't feel the need to sugarcoat anything she's saying, she's just stating what's true

kristy is extremely and visibly confused by the notion that him saying he'd "see her there" is him asking her out. again, more emphasis on how she needs directness

oh also good time to note: comfort clothes!!! autistic people tend to gravitate towards clothes that feel nice. from this point onwards we see kristy wearing a lot of hats, which can feel good pressure-wise or even texture-wise.

oh also also, kristy is pretty queercoded!!! research right now indicates that autistic people are much more likely to identify under the lgbtqia(+) umbrella

something i didn't have enough space to note last time is that kristy generally wears much more comfortable clothes than the rest of the bsc. not that they actively wear uncomfortable clothes, but she's the only one who really dresses plain, with sweatpants, jeans, and soft shirts.

stimming: fidgeting slightly with the twizzlers :)

even More issues with bluntness: she doesn't understand how rude it is to say that her friend's dad is crazy and so forth because of his being obssessive over aforementioned friend.

not much to say on her response to mary anne's "and what would you know about having a normal dad?!" (ouch, mary anne), it's perfectly understandable. the way she just ups and runs without saying anything can be read as autistic.

additional notes

as this episode is claudia centric, we get a much bigger view into what she's like at school and whatnot. almost straight away, she tells us that above everything, she's good at art—which isn't in and of itself a sign, but with everything else, it can be! people with adhd can like art for a variety of reasons: the ability to just sit back and focus your mind on just one thing you want to create, the fact that you can create as well is important, the textures you can use and feel, the way you just sort of disconnect your mind from everything else. she remarks that she also likes it because there's no homework or tests, things adhders are notoriously bad at keeping track of due to their executive dysfunction.

this episode showcases most of all how she struggles with school. especially if claudia is dyslexic/dyscalculiac as she's slightly implied to be, pair that with adhd, and she's not living the vida loca.

as well as showing the same traits listed in part 1, janine also mentions she has noise-canceling headphones, which are common party of autistic culture as sound generally affects us the most. adhd and autism are also often hereditary, so if janine is autistic, it's likely that claudia is similarly nd.

claudia is shown to not understand how the math works, even when stacey explains in depth. she asks "and how do you do that?" and dyscalculia impairs how easy is it to understand mathematics, even if they're regarded as "simple" to others. there's also a pretty high comorbidity rate between dyscalculia and adhd with 11% having dyscalculia. generally, it's common to see adhd paired with another learning disorder, with 45% of ppl with adhd also having a learning disorder

stimming: tapping her hands on the table and swaying her leg

mary anne sits cross-legged in her chair: autistic people tend to have a heightened proprioceptive sensory input, which is basically why we sit funky, and why it is physically uncomfortable to sit "normally", with both feet on the ground.

anxiety is very common in autism, which both mary anne and especially her dad display. her dad's very autistic coded as well, but we can get into that in later episodes.

#autistic kristy comp #kristy thomas #the babysitters club #claudia kishi #mary anne spier #janine kishi

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boygiwrites · 1 year

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Living the Vida Loca P.1

• Jesse Pinkman & Reader. (Platonic)

(Here’s part two.) (Here’s part three.) (Here’s part four.) (Here’s part five.) (Here’s the epilogue.)

• (Find this story on Ao3.)

Summary — A short story about how a young teenaged girl gets wrapped up in Jesse's life.

Notes — Okay, this is a little weird... because it's written in bullet points. I don't know if I like it or if I hate it! But I used them because I've been having major writer's block and paragraphs are impossible 😩

How it all began.

Jesse first saw you at a skatepark.

You were nine.

You were tagging along with one of Jesse's friends, who dismissed you as his little cousin.

The group's reaction was a simple; "Long as she don't bother us."

You sat in the grass with your spiderman rollerblades the whole afternoon.

Jesse... well, believe it or not, Jesse felt bad.

While they ate Burger King up on the concrete deck, talking about kicks and flips and chicks, Jesse kept an eye on you.

It was a subconcious thing. Like eyeing his drink to make sure there were no flies in it. That sort of thing.

Every time he glanced over, you were doing something different.

Like braiding your hair.

Like laying on your stomach, inspecting the dirt.

Like picking at scabs.

Like sky gazing.

Like banging the button on the dried up drinking fountain.

Like falling asleep on a bench.

By the time the sun set, he remembered thinking ; "Something could have happened."

And all anybody cared to keep an eye on was the amount of beer they had left.

But...

You know.

It was whatever.

He didn't like kids anyway.

And nothing happened.

For three years, you joined them at that skatepark.

You watched the whole place slowly get consumed by graffiti.

You watched that one tree get sawed down.

You watched everyone order from the ice cream truck that one time, while sitting on your cousin's shoulders.

( You picked rainbow sprinkles and triple chocolate mousse. )

You watched the sun set.

You watched the sun rise.

You watched Matty break his teeth on the ramp.

You watched Jesse as he taught you how to get the hang of a skating trick called an Ollie.

You watched all the graffiti get powerwashed away.

You watched Arjun drift away.

You watched Jesse punch Derrick in the face one afternoon.

( As you sat on your bedroom floor that night, you realised he probably spotted the bruise. )

You watched the Burger King shut down.

You watched them switch to Los Pollos Hermanos. It tasted better. They threw fries to you like a you were a bird.

You watched cars shoot down the highway whenever you sat ontop of Lee's jeep and talked about where you'd all go if you had a million bucks. Everyone always chose Vegas or Canada. There was no inbetween with these guys.

You watched them roll dark green stuff up into paper and smoke it.

You watched your spiderman rollerblades shrink and get thrown in the garbage.

You watched Jesse buy you bigger ones.

( Rainbow ones. )

You watched them all grow from teenagers into men.

You watched Jesse punch Derrick some more.

You watched Jesse watching you.

You watched Jesse.

Jesse watched you.

Derrick's last chance expired on a Sunday night.

On the basketball court, right behind the skatepark.

Everyone else was gobbling down cheeseburgers and curly fries for dinner, watching New Year's fireworks pop from far away.

Jesse led him away.

The streetlights died away.

It got real dark.

The laughter died away.

It got real quiet.

The atmosphere died.

It got real tense.

And then Derrick understood what was happening.

The fireworks were so loud no one heard.

Jesse watched the asphalt become streaked with blood.

He watched the ambulance lights whirl across the parking lot.

He watched Lee hold you as you shrieked.

Then, two weeks later -

He watched the blood get powerwashed away.

One of the last things Jesse ever said to Derrick was, "Only reason I didn't kill you was because I want you to do it yourself."

Things changed.

Derrick fought a long list of charges in court pertaining to child abuse.

Lee gave up on Canada and moved to Texas. It was as far as he could go.

Jesse testified in May.

You got tossed around in foster care.

The skatepark finally crumbled.

They bulldozed it to make room for a DMV building.

Derrick got sentenced ten years.

Matty overdosed in a place nobody ever went looking.

And then...

Then it was just Jesse.

He spent a long time blaming himself, killing himself, and slowly decomposing away in the cracks of other people's lives.

When he was in the shower, or microwaving rice, or just staring out a window for no reason at all -

He would think about that skatepark.

And those times.

Then, things changed again.

How it's going.

Your bedroom is on the second storey of a safe home.

You've got polaroid photos and birthday cards pinned to your wall. The photos are mostly of you and Jesse, eating in diners, taking dogs on walks for money, trying on sunglasses, and sneaking into lame, home-town concerts where the flashing lights make the film burst into pockets of color. The birthday cards are all mostly Jesse, too, but one or two are from Lee. He's got a girlfriend, now. And a kid. This year Jesse chose a card with a cartoon middle finger and a caption reading, Happy Birthday, This is For You. Inside, he quoted a poem and sketched your favorite animal.

In your top drawer is fresh underwear and and pink MP3 player.

In your second drawer is mangled school work and empty pens.

In your bottom drawer is a file, in which a flimsy bit of paper declares Jesse Pinkman your legal guardian. Sometimes, you just look at it.

It all feels so long ago, now.

On your dresser sits a pair of rollerblades.

Jesse is as immature as ever. Most days, it feels as if there are two sixteen year olds in the house. You get on like a house on fire.

On quiet days, you'll burn through at least a quarter dozen DVD movies ranging from Tinkerbell to Terminator, and make popcorn, and play Wii.

On some days, you're headed to the new skatepark and trying new hair-standing moves on your boards, or roaming a random mall.

But most days, you're spray painting the driveway and blowing bubbles out on the sidewalk.

You eat jam toast for breakfast and dance to music in your underwear, tanking complaints from Jesse to switch the song.

You're getting piggy backs from him, and beating him in Mario Cart.

You're in school, getting solid C's.

You're on playgrounds, getting sand in your hair, sunburns on your cheeks, and scrapes on your knees that remind you of being a child.

You're crying into Jesse's lap while he cradles your head and embarrases himself by singing quietly.

You're nagging him to always buy the newest games for his laptop, like Batman and The Sims 3. Then you let him watch you play.

There's always food in the kitchen. Even if it's just bacon and bagels, Jesse always makes sure there's food.

You're riding your bike around the neighborhood during twilight, licking ice pops and ignoring texts.

Everything is sunny and simple and the most comforting type of boring.

The type that makes you normal.

The type that means when you wake up tomorrow, it's just another day of living life.

And Jesse loves you.

Despite all his... Jesse-ness. And despite all your... you-ness.

You're...

Well, you're happy.

Both of you.

Truly.

Then comes Mister White.

End Notes — Let me know what you think!

#breaking bad #jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman x reader #reader insert #oneshot #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #daddy issues

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 8 months

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The 90s Song Ever - Round 1, Side B1

The pain will never end

Everlong vs Only Wanna Be With You California Love vs Fall At Your Feet Glory Box vs Man In The Box Livin' la Vida Loca vs Are You Gonna Go My Way What's Up vs If Only Personal Jesus vs Everybody Hurts The World I Know vs Glycerine Semi-Charmed Life vs You Get What You Give I'm Too Sexy vs Amor Prohibido The Rhythm Of The Night vs Heaven or Las Vegas Heart Shaped Box vs In the Aeroplane over the Sea Everything Must Go vs Insane in the Brain Tornado of Souls vs Rabbit in Your Headlights My Own Summer (Shove It) vs Ice Ice Baby Californication vs Crush On You Clown vs No Scrubs Bitter Sweet Symphony vs Say My Name Waterfalls vs Cowboys from Hell Army of Me vs Tomorrow Adam's Song vs Self Esteem Under The Bridge vs None Of Your Business No More Tears vs Roll The Bones Black Or White vs Pure Morning Stay (I Missed You) vs Lump Girls and Boys vs De Música Ligera Waking Up vs Be Aggressive Can I Kick It? vs You Oughta Know Canned Heat vs Your Woman Cannonball vs Always Be My Baby Painkiller vs Even Flow Goldeneye vs Tubthumping Steal My Sunshine vs I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)

This is the third part of a four-part Round 1; click on these links to see results for the first part and the second part. Feel free to send in unhinged propaganda, start pointless fights and debates, be insane in the tags. It's what we do around here.

Playlist with all the songs (so far)! Join ColosseumCord - we talk about music and other stuff here :) Previous tournaments: #most attractive 90s musician, #90s album battle royale

Other music poll blogs: @the-80s-music-colosseum @the-70s-music-colosseum @60s-musician-tournament @80s-music-tourney @siblings-in-music-bracket @opera-music-tourney @70s-music-tourney @bestalbumsincethe80stournament

My main is @goodmotorfinger if anyone is interested in witnessing me lose my mind over bands/cars/sci-fi on a regular basis!

#the 90s song ever #tournament #tumblr tournament #90s music #90s #polls #masterpost

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aweirdoandhisfanfics · 6 months

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The things that The Flow can do

I'm kinda of a newcomer to the JD comunity, but I reunited all the possible things that The Flow can do, welp, here it goes:

-Create portals and just teleporting (Used by The Traveler, Si'Ha Nova, Wanderlust and Night Swan)

-Cloning yourself (Used by The Traveler and Wanderlust)

-Break/Fix things (Sweet but Psycho and I Am My Own Muse)

-Transforming people in your personal minions

-Root (The power of remaining in the same spot regardless of the circumstances. As seen in Dragostea Din Tei)

-Give life to objects (Probably used to create Discoball)

-Air/earth manipulation(?) (Used by Agent D in Toxic to ooof the agents who were against her and in Gimme More by the same reason)

-Change clothes REALLY FAST (Ok, you CANNOT convince me that Agent D in that scene in Toxic, she didn't used The Flow to change her clothes realy fast, also, I Wanna Dance With Somebody used that same power at the ending of the song)

-Metal/Electrical manipulation (Bellis from "Daisy" uses her powers to manipulate the factory functions)

-"Animagus" (used by Felicia in 'Bloody Mary')

-Influence other people (I think that's the "base" power of The Flow, that is, being able to influence other people to do what you want/what you doing, maybe Night Swan powers is a EXTREME evolution of this power)

-Water manipulation

-Dream powers (Cthylla)

-Fire powers (Derkes, goddess of fire, and Luke Cypher)

-Firearms (Diego in Livin La Vida Loca)

-Giving powers to objects (Hairman hairdryer, Phone Girl phones)

-Telekinectic powers (revealed by the lore master that HTE, has those)

-Plant/fungus powers/manipulation (Amanita and Rosaria)

-Glass manipulation(?) (Icona Shard avatar)

-Rubik cubes manipulation (Rubika)

-Power to create ANYTHING (Selios)

-Shadow Manipulation (Shadow Rider in 'Judas')

-Screen manipulation (?) (Talia and Sandy)

-Butterfly manipulation (?) (Giulia and Mothingan)

-Ilusion (Iluquim)

If I forgot anything, please let me know.

Ok, ok, all this Flow thingi is quite interesting, but *how* does it work?

Well, I have a theory/headcanon, that, it's The Flow that choses its user, it's stated that everyone on the Danceverse, but only a few can use it, so my theory/hc is basicaly:

There's this person, this person has *mad* moves, The Flow looks at the person and thinks "damn, this person has mad moves!" then The Flow permits this person to utilize them, but here's the catch!

The Flow always gives the person the powers to manipulate what The Flow finds suitable for that person.

Example: Diego flowbend involves firearms, he has this power because The Flow saw that he would be the best suitable to have this power, Diego *could* have the power to create portals or air manipulation, but The Flow wouldn't let him because it doesn't find suitable for him, and even if he gets those powers, The Flow will try to resist on him trying to use.

Thanks for coming to my TED-talk.

#just dance #List #magic system #Yes_Just Dance has lore #The Flow #worldbuilding #theory/headcanon

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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Starstruck

So I saw something on Instagram today... and it immediately inspired this... I hope you enjoy it.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey Carrick (F!MC)

Category: Insta Edits/Text Fic/Brief Dialogue

Rating: Teen + (Suggestive, not explicit)

Summary: Tobias is a keynote speaker at a conference in Ashville, NC. Casey decides to join him and make it a quick getaway. While there, Casey is convinced she is seeing starts... Tobias is convinced she's losing her mind. (Celebrity sighting, but they're not getting Homesick...)

A/N: More notes at the end, but this had me flipping out! lol Participating in @choicesjunechallenge - vacation

(Casey is returning to Tobias in their private sauna after a quick trip to the ladies' room)

"There you are! I was about to send out a search party for you."

"Sorry, hun... but I had to do a little snooping."

"Snooping? At the Sauna House?"

"YES! You're never going to believe who is here!"

(Tobias rolls his eyes.) "Last night at dinner, you were certain you saw Harry Styles..."

"That man looked just like Harry Styles! But this time, I'm not wrong!"

"OK. I'll bite. Who did you see, baby?"

"Noah Kahan! Noah Kahan is here! Now, let's wrap up here so I can go meet him!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... slow down! First, we have another 20 minutes. I'm not rushing anywhere. Second, I'm pretty sure Noah Kahan is NOT here."

"HE IS! I saw him! I know who he is, Tobias! I've been crazy about him since Busyhead...."

"Since what?"

(Casey sighs.) "BUSYHEAD! It's one of his albums, T! He did have music before Stick Season."

"Really? I wouldn't know that, considering you have Sticks Season playing on loop 24/7."

"Interesting conversation, bro, but get dressed. We need to find Noah."

"Wait.. BRO? Casey, your obsession with this man is beginning to concern me."

"Tobias, I'm SERIOUS!"

"YEAH! So am I! Just... come on... humor me?"

"OK, but I'm rubbing this shit in when this is last night's Harry Styles sighting all over again."

(No sighting... they return to finish the infrared room.)

NEXT MORNING:

A/N 2: So I log onto Instagram today, and I see my beloved Katrina Bowden and my beloved Noah Kahan were BOTH at the Sauna House in Ashville today. WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE CHANCES OF THAT HAPPENING. I know this should mean nothing to a normal person, but y'all know I'm not normal... so I put this together at once. Yep, my girl is a big-time Noah Kahan Girlie (just like her creator! lol)

Thanks for indulging my madness.

Perma: @a-crepusculo @animesuck3r @annoyingmillenialnewbie @crazy-loca-blog @differenttyphoonwerewolf @doriopenheart @fayeswiftie @gryffindordaughterofathena @genevievemd @inlocusmads @jamespotterthefirst @jennieausten @kingliam2019 @liaromancewriter @lucy-268 @onikalover @openheartforeverinmyheart @potionsprefect @quixoticdreamer16 @rookiemartin @secretaryunpaid @socalwriterbee @sophxwithers @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics @jerzwriterreblogs @alj4890

OH Only: @alwaysmychoices @annfg8 @binny1985 @coffeeheartaddict2 @mysticalgalaxysstuff @ofmischiefandmedicine @peonierose @youlookappropriate

Tobias Only: @icecoffee90 @kyra75

#open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #tobias x casey #text fics #just for fun #nk sighting

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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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maki n y/n defo drag each other on priv stories when they mad at each other then be posted up and all of y/n frens like OH BROTHERRR HERE WE GOOOO

tóxica! maki zenin x tóxica! latina reader if they get into a fight 🫶🏼👹

osita note: NO BECAUSE THIS WILL HAPPEN IF THEY GET INTO A FIGHt

suggestive content and tons of swearing, also tagging my moots @euphofic @sanjis-all-blue @sanjisblackasswife @yourrfavzxri @chrollohearttags @ginger4sugar @kenruu @hqkalon @cottonconnielvr @neptunesinterweb @backwzzds-backup @zorosbignaturals @kisminarii @killxio @backwzzds

if maki and y/n got into a fight it be over the stupidest shit.

when they went out, maki is gonna wait out in the parking lot of her car to see y/n all sexy n shit for brunch. with hair done and nails done to treat herself

“im fucking mad at you!” maki exclaimed before she went out. “what why? what did i do?” y/n crossed her arms all confused.

“you didn’t tell me where you were going, and your locations off.”

“baby my phone died.” you showed her that your phone died and maki was misunderstood by the fact she overthinks and let’s her impulses take over. “still you should’ve told me where you’re going and you always have a charger on you!” on your private story being titled your fave latina 💋🌶️🍺

“y’all i’m done, i love her but *irritated* but god damn!” you have your phone on recording in the bathroom with your nails on, clacking and just taking a deep breath. “This girl drives me absolutely fucking insane.” that’s what said on makis story, titled “bipolar express 🚂”meanwhile your phone is getting blown up by maki whose trying to say i’m sorry, please forgive me. your friends are blowing up your phone asking you to calm the fuck down, and are just over it even worried for you.

[incoming text from mi corazoncita maki zenin ❤️]

“can we talk?”

“please y/n i can’t forgive myself for lashing out on you”

[you]

“what’s there to talk about?”

[her]

“there’s so much to talk about.”

not even an hour later SHES AT YOUR FRIENDS HOUSE! which is where you were and you charged your phone.

“hey,” your friend karlita answered the door

“is Y/n here?” maki asked your friend and your friend called out to you. so you two can work shit out. and there you are with your face all smeared with your makeup on. as you feel like crap. wearing a cute crop top, booty shorts and chanclas (house slippers). you have your arms crossed and look up at maki who is obviously sleep ridden and drained from this. “Look, i was wrong.” and there you are with a soft little smirk on your face forming and thinning for your plump lips. “what were you wrong about?”

“i was wrong about not trusting you enough, and being toxic about it i’m really sorry.” she sighs and looks at you, feeling defeated. “it’s okay, that’s all i wanted to hear.” you smile and leaned in kissing her lips, and y’all started to make out. “yes this means i’m coming back to stay at our place.” you giggle and walk back inside to grab your things to leave, seeing your friends finally sigh in relief saying. “girl you had us fucking loca over this shit!!” one of them exclaimed while drinking a beer.

“sorry, i guess you can say we bring out the tóxica in each other.”

#jjk x you #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ jjk #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ osita’s maki zenin #⋆˚✿˖° osita’s chisme time #jjk masterlist #༊*·˚ ositas master list #jjk imagines #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x latina! reader #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ositas jjk masterlist #maki zenin x latina! reader #maki zenin #zenin maki #maki zenin fluff

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itjazzbicch · 3 months

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La Vida Loca

Pairing: Miguel Caballero Rojo x Fem Reader

This is my first time writing for Miguel, so I hope I did well!

Summary: After randomly disappearing from home to avenge his sisters' death, Miguel suddenly comes back home after a year, surprising his long-time love interest—and not in a good way. This makes the reader's life take a crazy twist.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Oral F receiving, foreplay)

Word Count: 3.3k

After the latest Iron Fist Tournament, things in the world seemed to be changing for the better. My hometown was being restored to its original beauty, and everything just seemed better, down to the tiniest detail, like the way the sun shined during the day.

With the days becoming brighter, I decided to go out for a night as my friends practically begged me, which I didn't have a problem giving in.

We always knew how to have a good time. We ate food, drank drinks, listened to music, and did a little dancing together. There wasn't a single second when I didn't have a smile on my face. I was at the bar trying to order another drink when I noticed a guy eyeing me with a smirk.

I couldn't deny that he was pretty handsome, and I was feeling good, so I gave him a little smirk of my own, and that was enough to make him come over to me.

His eyes trailed me up and down on his way over, and I felt a little excitement, curious as to how he'd introduce himself. But for some reason, it got awkwardly quiet in there, and his eyes weren't on me but above me, which made me tilt my head out of confusion, just for my eyes to go wide when I heard behind me:

"You have a death wish, talking to my girl?"

I thought my heart was going to stop, unable to speak, when I turned to see Miguel behind me, and he was clearly pissed off to see me in a bar next to a guy.

Miguel and I had been off and on since we were young, hopelessly romantic teenagers. Our relationship was complicated and only got worse after the tragic loss of his sister. He left home, and I knew it was because he wanted to avenge his sister, which I understood, but his disappearance hurt my heart deeply.

Now, he was here, showing up unannounced, and it made so many emotions rise inside of me, especially when he called me his girl like that.

I was too stunned even to move or speak. Everyone knew Miguel and knew he wasn't to be messed with, so that guy who tried to talk to me immediately ran off, my eyes darting over to my friends as they were all watching, surprised as Miguel wrapped his arm around my waist, mumbling under his breath while watching that guy leave:

"That's exactly what I thought..."

I couldn't believe him right now, barging in like this and not even telling me he was home. He was just randomly coming up to me like nothing ever happened, like he didn't leave for a year without a proper explanation or even saying goodbye.

"What's the matter, Bonita?"

He must've lost his mind. He used his typical smooth tone on me, trying to pull me closer by the waist like he didn't just cause a mini scene.

I couldn't take it, pushing him away and storming out of the bar, leaving the place silent. Of course, it wasn't going to be that easy to make him go away, hearing him calling out. "Y/N! Bonita!"

Stopping in my tracks, I only grew angrier from his pet name, whipping around to face him and finally letting him have it as I snapped:

"Don't you dare, 'Bonita,' me! No hello, no trying to get my attention at all? Just burst onto the scene with your famous temper, ayi?"

"Hey, he had it coming to him..." He huffed, stepping up to me, and it was clear that he didn't want to say it as he always struggled to communicate his true feelings with words, speaking in a lower voice, "I know I've been gone, but-"

"But nothing!" I shut him down instantly, feeling tears swell in my eyes as I tried to get my feelings through his thick skull. "Do you know how badly I missed you? How worried I was that you just might not come back home? Do you even realize how badly you hurt my heart, Miguel?!"

For a change, he was dead silent, and I could see that he was fighting his emotions even though his face was stoic. I wiped my eyes as I refused to let him see me cry, turning back around and saying softly as I walked off.

"I know life hasn't been the best to you, but that doesn't mean you get to mess with my heart in the process..."

My heart could barely take the sight of him, let alone an argument. It was all too much for me to handle, so I went home and tried to cool myself down on the way. When I finally made it home, my friends called to ask if I was okay and about Miguel.

It wasn't a long talk because they knew I wasn't ready for that drama right now, and they actually managed to persuade me to come back out because we had fun before Miguel showed up. So, I put my head back on straight, solely focusing on having a good night, but fate had different plans for me when I opened my front door to find Miguel, roses in hand, and for once, he looked remorseful for a change.

"Y/N... please, just give me a chance to explain myself."

All at once, all of my emotions came back, and as I noticed the look on his face and the fresh and gorgeous roses in his hand, my heart wouldn't let me forget that despite everything, I loved him.

"Fine..." I sighed, giving in but firm in my tone as I warned, "This is your one chance."

"I know what I did hurt you. My grief quickly turned into anger because, you know, my sister was the only person in my family who cared about me..." He began, opening up a lot more than I expected and it wasn't just bull or excuses, he was meaningful with his every word, "I will avenge her death, but I also know now that I can't just forget about the only person I do have left in this world..."

Holding out the roses to me, I knew that the only person he was talking about was me, and no matter what happened in the past, I couldn't push him away, my hand slowly coming to take the rose, but asking him in a shaky yet hopeful tone:

"No more games, Miguel?"

"Never again..." he assured me with a whisper, perfectly in sync with me as I took the rose, giving him this last chance. His arm wrapped around my hip, pulling me to his chest to hug me.

His hug was as warm and comforting as ever. I always loved his hugs, but this was different. I could hear how quickly his heart was beating and the relieved sigh that he tried to hide when he squeezed me softly and buried his head in the crook of my neck.

He was scared that I wouldn't forgive him, and those signs let me know that he was more serious than ever and meant every word.

We stood there for a long moment, hugging each other like we'd never get to again, till he picked up his head, his fingertip brushing along my jaw and to my chin, tilting my head up and whispering:

"Look at me..."

Gazing up into his brown eyes, I felt my heart fluttering then racing like crazy, my heart swelling as I heard the most important words he's ever said to me:

"Te amo con todo mi corazón..."

[I love you with all my heart.]

When I heard those words, my heart immediately took over my whole body. My arms shot up around his neck, tilting my head and bringing him down to me. Our lips met in a soft yet fiery kiss.

It wasn't our first kiss, but it felt like it all over again with the way he kissed me back so tenderly; then so much passion poured in, making it deeper, and neither one of us could fight the desires that our hearts were telling us to give into, carefully backing into my house and bringing him along with me.

We didn't dare break our kiss for even a second. It only grew hotter as he shut the door, then picked me up by the thighs, impatient as always, and went into the living room, still familiar with it. He sat me down on the couch, placing my roses on the table, and then started to take off his shirt, breaking our kiss a little just to tease him.

"The couch, Miguel?'

"You act like it's the first time," He chuckled back, making me shake my head because I should've expected him to say such a thing.

I knew there was no slowing down in this, so my shirt was up and gone, not wearing a bra underneath, which quickly silenced him; his eyes stuck on my chest, and I gasped when he suddenly hit me with such a hot kiss, wasting no time to place them down my neck, earning moans with the way he could effortlessly fire up my nerves, gently nipping his way down to my breasts.

He was my first and my last, knew me far too well, and had me melting against the couch with how delicious his every kiss was along my breasts, shivering with pleasure as his tongue swirled around my nipple, sucking and nipping gently while his hands were massaging down my sides, coming around to unbutton my jean shorts, slipping them off right along with my panties and when he came back to me, his lips left a wet trail of kisses down my stomach, slowly spreading my legs apart and gazing up at me with his eyes forming into a darker brown.

I was already shaking just from the way he turned his head and began to pepper my thigh with kisses, all the way down to my inner thigh and sucking a little just because he knew how that drove me crazy, switching sides and doing the same to my other thigh, but slower, making me plead quietly in a moan:

"Don't be like that, baby..."

"You know how long I've been waiting to get my hands on you?" He whispered in a low, sultry tone, smirking up at me while kissing my inner thigh, but began to give me what I wanted, moving inward, and his tone filled with hunger as tongue rolled against my clit, "I'm taking my time with you..."

I almost forgot how much I loved that feeling, trembling slightly as I gasped, trying to breathe just for it all to get stuck in my chest as his lips closed around that sensitive bundle of nerves, my back arching off the couch as he sucked harder and longer.

"M-Miguel..."

I knew it had been a while, but I never expected this buried neediness and desperation to come out of me like this, my hand tangling into his brown locks as his tongue trailed up and down through my folds, his deep hum jolting straight through my core.

He meant it when he said he was going to take his time; my legs aching and felt like forever that they were up towards the ceiling, unable to help the way my hips were jerking from the restless stimulation, strangled whines coming up my throat when he hooked my legs over his shoulders, keeping me pinned and groaning while burying his face between my thighs, a feral look in his eyes when they fixed on every expression I made.

"mmm...b-baby, f-fu..."

I felt senseless, starting to ascend to a high cloud that only he could get me to, my nails grazing his scalp as my hips were fighting his firm grip, spiraling from the way my clit throbbed against his nose while desperately grinding and rolling my hips against his face, gasping out his name over and over as he somehow made it all even more intense with this carnality that had me clenching around nothing, gushing out into his quiet moan:

"Dios mio, mi amor..."

[My god, my love...]

All I could do was whine while he continued to devour me, licking up every drop, and even though I was a panting mess, the way he looked up at me with love and affection had me craving more. Crave couldn't even describe it. I needed him, my voice shaking as I whispered down to him.

"I need you s-sooo badly, baby...m-more..."

"You're going to get more, Bonita," He promised, picking up his head and smirking at the glistening skin between my legs, rising to his feet and still tending to me by slipping two fingers into my clenching cunt, slowly pumping and stretching me some while his free hand was tugging his pants down.

I could never get enough of the way he looked so irresistible, towering over me with that temple of a body he owned proudly, watching his pants and briefs fall, my mouth watering at how his size blew my mind like always, whimpering at the slow pump of his hand and reminding him because I knew how he could be during the heat of the moment:

"Just please be gentle...it's been a long time..."

"I know, amor..." He nodded gently, stroking himself and pulling his hand back, admiring the sight of me being so needy for him, stepping closer and fixing my legs a bit further apart as his tip met my tight hole, gently pushing inward and stretching me wide, promising, "I have you..."

Leaning down to me, our foreheads met, and we shared a soft gasp, his eyes fixed between my legs, slowly rolling his hips and being mindful of how much he was feeding me, mumbling under his breath, "Fuck, I've missed you around me like this..."

"I missed it too..." I moaned out, my arms hooking under his and my fingertips digging into his back as I was still so sensitive and even with the sensual pace, it felt like so much, and when he pressed a little deeper, all I noticed was how sinfully wet I was, blushing and turning my head with a whine as his lips came to my ear, almost able to hear how much he was smirking as he teased:

"You cum already, Bonita?"

"S-So..?" I stuttered out, already hot from all of the body contact and intense pleasure, now I was all flustered from his teasing, hiding my face in his chest and my jaw falling when I felt his chain against my cheek; it was so cold, making me tense up a little just for my jaw to clench up with a sharp whine as our hips met.

My legs instantly latched around his waist, my whines growing louder as I felt him brush far past my sweet spot, gently guiding my back to the couch and crawling on top of me, the back of his hand brushing my hair away from my face, kissing my cheek and his words in sequence with the thrusts of his hips:

"It's okay...I plan to make you do it again...again...and again."

I didn't doubt his words in the slightest, knowing he could go for a long time, and since it'd been long, long months since we last saw one another...

My head snapped back onto the couch, and my vision blurred. But as they passed the view out of the window, I could just tell from the darkness and the soft sound of crickets that it was dead in the night.

He was still on top of me, one of my legs hooked over his shoulder, all my moans and senseless, praising babbles never-ending, feeling my wet heat down my thighs and ass from the back-to-back to back orgasms, had lost count but knew he was driving me to another one with the way my walls clenched and pulled him in deeper, hearing him panting above me, briefly catching how he was biting his lip, grunting down to me:

"O-One more, amor...one more time for me, Bonita."

He was practically pounding my cervix, my back arching yet again, and my hands sweating as they clamped to the back of his neck, his cock throbbing from the friction of my tight, pulsating walls but holding off to get me into the most intense high I've ever felt,

"Right...there...c'mon..." His teeth gritted, panting heavily while his hips smacked into mine with a sapid fervor, fixing my legs back around his waist in a quick motion, his arms wrapping around me as he felt just how much I was trembling, beginning to squirm till his arms tightened, my hands starting to slip down, nails grazing and scratching up his back as the sound of wet thrusts echoed louder, my voice cracking and breaking up into tearful moan:

"M-Miguel! Mmm...ngh! Ngh!"

My body started convulsing even with his tight grip on me, hearing the couch creaking under the weight of our bodies, struggling to breathe from how hard I was gushing around his cock, his body weight sinking us deeper into the couch. At the same time, his hips continued to move feverishly, a groan rumbling and breaking out from his chest:

"Can't...stop...f-fuck..."

"Don't stop..." I quickly whined in response, a sudden urge taking over me and my arm wrapping around his head, bringing his lips to mine. Our kiss was nothing but tongue as we were still moaning and whining at how his every move made me feel a slight bulge in my stomach, my head suddenly dropping back again because of the aftershocks mixing with his hot seed filling me to the brim, and the feeling being so intense that my head was spinning. All I could see were stars shooting across my eyelids.

"M-Mierda..." He whispered shakily in my ear, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he came to a slow stop, our hips pinned together, and feeling him smirking against my skin, pulling a few whimpers out of me with a few neck kisses, "Eres asombrosa...Te amo, mi cariña."

[Shit...You're amazing. I love you, my darling.]

"Mmm..." I hummed, smiling when I felt his nose come and brush against mine, kissing him softly and purring back, "Te amo más..."

[I love you more...]

"No..." He chuckled back, playing around a little. He nuzzled his nose against my neck where I was ticklish, making me giggle and trying to get away by shrinking to my shoulder. I looked to see how much he was smiling and adoring my reaction, saying more seriously and wholeheartedly as he brought his forehead back to mine, "Eres todo para mí."

[You mean everything to me.]

Those words hit me so deeply, knowing all the things we'd been through were worth it because there was no one in this world I could ever love as I loved him. I knew he very much felt the same about me, hugging him tightly like I was pouring all my love into him, my smile softer when I found his deep brown eyes, kissing one last time:

"Y tu eres mi mundo, Miguel..."

[And you are my world, Miguel...]

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Ghost dissertation bibliography as of 30 May 2024

hey! some of you were curious to read things I'm working on/my bib. my comprehensive exam is 18th June, so these aren't like, FINAL final (in terms of citation formatting), but they're pretty darn close.

I'll probably paste the contextual review document I've been writing for 2 years as well - it's awaiting final say-so from my supervisors right now.

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Player in Denial

Word count; 9,677

Fandom; Straykids & The Boyz

Pairing; Seo Changbin X Bang Christopher, Seo Changbin X Reader, Bang Christopher X Reader, Reader X Lee Juyeon

Characters, Seo Changbin, Bang Christopher, Lee Juyeon, Sohn Eric, Kim Sunwoo, Ju Haknyeon. Mentions Lee Minho, Hans Jisung and Lee Felix

Warnings; Angus, Jealousy, insecurity, Denial, slight mentions of child birth, Oral, Rimming, Tit wank, Thigh Sex Creampie, Fingering, Anal, Threesomes and Breeding Kinks.

Notes; fifth part of eight of the series Player. Links to other parts here.

Previous part player and the three dads

Happy birthday Changbin.

Taglist; @nyu-topia

(Changbin’s pov)

You couldn't help but feel a little out of sorts. You always were when you knew Juyeon had been spending happy family's with your family. You despised him and though you felt guilty because he had done nothing to deserve it, since finding out about Jubin. Y/N's words when you first met her flew into your memory.

Her reluctance to promise you that she wouldn't run and leave with the child you had promised to be a part of. A child that at the time you had no emotional connection with. More importantly a father who at the time wasn't father worthy. Yet now he was, you had seen in the short time you known him. The change from playboy to family man was something you couldn't deny. Regardless Christopher and Y/N’s reassurance you knew the real risk of losing them both was very high. Their was an evil selfish part of you that just wanted to grab Y/N, Christopher and Jubin and run. Infact you cursed yourself for not doing that the second you realised who Juyeon was. You wondered what your life would have been if you hadn’t attended Minho's wedding. The dream of you three and your little girl would have continued. Juyeon wouldn't have even been known even if Jubin was still poorly. You would like to have imagined finding someone else’s blood to donate. But instead, you walked at the edge knowing that their was a chance that Juyeon was going to steal your family. It wasn't hard to see he was struggling as your little girl's uncle. You had recognised the hunger for much more in his eyes. Knowing this had been almost unbearable and that it was just a moment of time that your family life would be thrown in to the hell you feared. However, you weren't prepared for how soon hell was coming for you. --------------------🔺------------------

"Samcheon Juju is your daddy but so is Daddy and Daddy Binnie. Your lucky you have three daddies," the word filled the air of Juyeon’s front room when you arrived to collect them. If it wasn't for Christopher holding you up your sure you would have collapsed to the floor. The very person at the reason for your world collapsing was Y/N’s desire to end it. "Is he really my daddy, Daddy Bin?" Your broken confused little girl said looking your way. Y/N’s body stilled almost in fear to look behind her. "Why is their always you when a secret falls," you said angered taking Sunwoo in. You could See Jubin’s little frame jump at your anger. Christopher’s hands pressed reassuringly to your shoulder. "Princess," Christopher said pushing past you, going to grab the tired confused little girl. His eyes clearly avoiding Y/N as her eyes tried to focus between you both. "How about we talk about this at home princess," he said pressing her head to his chest his eyes glaring between you and Y/N. "Binnie," Y/N whispered as tears began to cloud your eyes.

"I know this is the wrong time for favours, but I really need to get to the hospital," Eric said breaking the icy atmosphere. "We're drop you off on the way," Christopher said nodding as he looked relieved. "You can stay here," he growled at Sunwoo who looked filled with guilt, that he was happy to avoid the confrontation he knew that was about to blow.

The journey to the hospital was filled with silence. Jubin had fallen asleep with Christopher stroking her hair as you drove them to the local hospital. "Thanks Hyung i really appreciate this after everything that's happened tonight," Eric said as the car pulled to the entrance. You silently nodded as he looked at the backseat to thank the others before leaving. Your eyes looking threw the mirror to see Y/N's eyes teary, her teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. You didn't even know how to deal with the situation you were faced with. Your nightmare having come alive, yet at the same time your mind was numb to the possibility that everything was now going to change. Before you could drive away a phone with a ring tone you weren't aware of rang. "Man he left his phone," you groaned as you leaned down to collect it from the charger port. "I'll take it to him," Y/N said leaning across to take the phone from you. Her face full of guilt as all you could do was nod.

Watching her leave the car towards the hospital left a dread in your stomach. She wasn't running to Eric she was running to Juyeon. You couldn't help but punch the wheel in anguish your whole world was falling apart. "Baby Come on hold it in till we're home. We don't want to wake Jubin up," Christopher said softly as you felt a little guilty. "This is so hard, we've lost Chris, we're losing our family," you said as tears started to fall down your eyes. "Baby, we're find a way through this, Y/N and Juyeon cares for Jubin. They won't let her be ripped from us," he said his hands swirling circles on the top of your collar bone. "I knew this would happen, I told you he would come back for them," you sobbed harder. "Baby," Christopher said softly before getting out the car as you followed. "All that's happened is Jubin now knows. she was always going to know at some point," he said reassuringly. "Yes, but with us all telling her. This is a big movement on her behalf doing this without us. One that tells us she wants him," you said as you felt anger strike up your body. "How did you work that out, we don't even know why she said that. Their maybe a feasible reason to why she felt she had to tell her. Sunwoo was there we know what he's like," Christopher said in attempt to chase the hellish thoughts away. "Maybe, but Chris you know as much as I do that it's coming to an end. Our family’s been under threat for too long. Your just too naive to see it," you said as Christopher bit his lip, looking deep in thought like you hit a nerve. "Let's just get them both home, let's talk to Y/N work out what's going on," he said as you threw your hand through your hair. "And what will happen when you realised we've been fooled, like I knew we would. Like a mug I fell for them both even though I knew we would love them," you said wanting to throw your head into the metal of the car. "Don't say things like that Binnie, what ever happens we don't regret a second with Jubin," Christopher said a little anger lacing in his tone. "Of course I don't regret a second with her, but I'm making a point that I knew this idea was wrong. You wouldn't listen to me and here we are watching our world slip away. again!," you said remembering the pain of surrogacy beforehand. "But this time we got to spend all these years with her. Do you really think she would be happy without us?" Christopher asked more as a question then a statement which hurt. "Look what I'm saying is we're important to her, the time we spent can't be forgot just because she has another daddy," he said with a little more reinsurance. "We had that opportunity because we took the risk. Though it's gone a little crazy we got to bring that little girl up the last 5 Years," he said sliding his arms around your waist. "Let's get home and discuss this further ok baby," he said kissing your nose as your temper calmed. One look at Jubin sleeping in the car should have relaxed you but it brought fear, fear that she was slipping away from you. "We won't lose her I promise you," Christopher said as he spun around to back hug you. "Don't promise things you can't keep. You and me both know Juyeon and Y/N are the ones in control here," you said pouting. "Y/N is still ours she hasn't left yet," he purs pressing kisses to your neck. "She will, mark my words. Just like I knew Juyeon was coming for his family. I know they will get back together," you said as Christopher silences.

It felt like forever just being back hugged watching Jubin sleep through the car window. When Y/N stormed her way back to the car anger laced on her face. "Y/N what's happened?" Christopher said with concern. "Nothing," she spluttered as she got in the car. Christopher looked at you confused as he made his way to the other side. Sliding in looking at her, you could tell from her position that she was clearly upset, angry even. You felt wrong but you hoped it was Juyeon that was the cause for that look. "Y/N," you said silently as she looked at you, her features softening. "Please can we go home. I know you want to talk and I understand why, I've made such a big mistake tonight. But I just need sleep," she said looking regretful. Your heart beeped in your chest with hope that this was a good sign for your relationship. "As long as your ok, we can wait till we talk," Christopher said as she turned to him with sadness in her eyes. "Thank you I appreciate not having the third degree, just know I wish I could take it back," she added looking between you both. You looked through the Mirror at Christopher and smiled with hope in your features. Maybe just maybe you wouldn't lose your family. --------------------🔺------------------

(Y/N’s POV)

Frigid air attacked your lungs the second you stepped out the car as you relaxed. The tension in the car on the journey had been overwhelmingly icy. You could feel the anger and disappointment bubbling up in Changbin and Christopher. The silence only filling the air because their need to put Jubin first. It stung that you had hurt them, but oddly you felt good about being honest. It wasn't that you were a step closer to the family you dreamed of. But because you could calm Juyeon’s pain. He could be the doting dad he wanted, Jubin would be lucky to have three dads who loved her so much in her life. If two wasn't complicated adding Juyeon as the third instead of an uncle wouldn't confuse her that much more. Each step towards the reception had your heart beating with excitement. You couldn't wait to see Juyeon and tell him he didn't need to hide with your little girl anymore. "Room 32" the receptionist said after asking for Elle's Labour Suite. As your feet got closer you remembered your own Labour. Imagining what Juyeon would have been like if you had him with you. The smile on his face as he saw his daughter born, the proudness in his eyes as he held her. Disappointment hit when you entered the room, Juyeon's presence empty. Elle's expression was mixed in pain and anger at seeing you there. "I'm sorry I don't want to intrude," you explained as Elle’s eyes went to her usual anger mode of your presence. "What the fuck are you doing here," she growled, her hand clutching her stomach as she whimpered with a contraction. "I didn't mean to overstep just I got this," you said dangling the phone as Eric lept from his seat to you. "Thanks Y/N I really appreciate this and the lift," he said appreciative as he reached you. "That's ok, good luck, I hope everything goes ok," you said looking at her sorrowfully. "Fuck off," she snapped up as you inwardly chuckled. Of course, the one time she could throw insults would be now. "Sorry," Eric said looking up at you as you smiled his way. "It's ok I’ll happily stay here if she wants me to be her verbal punch bag." You joked as her teeth gritted in your direction. "It's ok I'm going now," you said stepping out the door hearing her drill Eric for even being in your presence. You walked to the bathroom wanting to reserve some time before the icy tension of the car. When you heard the familiar voice of Juyeon, he looked and sounded extremely happy. Your heart fell watching his interaction with the very person who brought your pain back….. Lulu. It wasn't just his happiness in her presence that hurt but his hands fondly holding around her pregnant form. She looked to be seven months Pregnant, and your heart fell counting back. That was Juyeon's baby he had hidden that he was about to become a father. You and Jubin were nothing compared to what he has here with her. She wouldn't run with their child and he knew it. He was able to be there for the whole of their pregnancy unlike you could offer. In that sharp second anger cursed through you, you had been too quick to dream. Was the reason why he wasn't pushing to be known as Jubin’s dad, because he was having a child of his own with Lulu? The protectiveness of your daughter hit. Finding your feet you flee back towards the car. You should never have let Juyeon get back under your skin. Not when you had two men who loved and devoted on you and Jubin. Anger at yourself cursed through you, how on earth was you going to make it up to them. You had just squashed their world or got a greedy dream of someone who didn't have the same emotions for you. Seeing them Hug by the car made your anger at yourself burn. They looked like their world was blowing up and you were the cause of it. "Y/N what's happened?" Christopher said with concern noticing you. "Nothing," you spluttered as you got in the car.

How could you tell them that you almost slipped up with Juyeon. That you told your daughter Juyeon was her dad, because your world got a bit dreamy. How it was all for nothing Because Juyeon was having his own little family elsewhere. Sliding into the car they both joined you not long after. "Y/N," Changbin said silently full of worry, that you felt guilty that they were hurting beneath their concern. "Please can we go home. I know you want to talk and I understand why, I've made such a big mistake tonight. But I just need sleep," you said looking at them both pleading that they could forget the words said tonight. "As long as your ok, we can wait till we talk," Christopher said as you turned to look his way. He had always been your biggest supporter. Yet you had stabbed them in the back, you were hurting these two so much. "Thank you I appreciate not having the third degree, just know I wish I could take it back," you added looking between them both. You really hoped Jubin forgot your words. Christopher had changed the subject on the way home talking about how Hyunjin & Felix was doing some charity run at the weekend. The conversation of your friends being a pleasant distraction. The occasional smile falling on your face as Changbin chuckled to the stories of how the lads had practiced with a few hiccups. You were so thankful that the iciness had faded to something much more lighthearted. Driving in to the house your phone buzzed looking right down. You saw Juyeon's name flashing on the screen. Anger laced through you once more as you saw the phone finish ringing out. Pressing on Juyeon’s name your fingers contemplated on the block button. Not finding the energy to complete the task. Eyes digging into you you couldn't help but look Changbin's way. He looked almost happy with your response which irked you a little. Like he could read your facial expression he put his hand up in defence. "Sorry I know I shouldn't have pried," he confessed hands up in the air. "Let's talk more tomorrow. It's been a traumatic day for all four of us," Christopher said before Changbin agreed getting out the car. You walked slowly behind them both, Jubin fast asleep on Changbin’s shoulder as they made their way to the house. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" You asked before they could take their daughter to bed. "Do you really need to ask?" Christopher said arms folded baffled. "I know I've hurt you today so I've lost that right," you added as Changbin turned to face you. "Y/N I will be hurt if your empty from our bed because you thought we hated you," Changbin said as you smiled at him feeling his warmth. Air blowing you a kiss he took Jubin to her room Christopher following.

Laying into the bed pure silence surrounding you, you waited for their arrival. So when you saw Changbin appear at the door you opened your arms out to him like the needy person you were. "I'm sorry please hold me," you cried as he smiled warmly your way. "Stop apologising we're talk more tomorrow," he reassured you as he slid in the bed. Your head resting in his arms, nose right up to his chest as you breathed his warm Gucci Guilty Scent in. "I love you Y/N," he whispered pressing a kiss to your temple. Christopher appeared seconds later slipping in behind you. His warm chest being familiar and comfort to you as his arms reached out to hold Changbin as well. "Night baby,” Christopher said as he kissed your cheek. "Where's mine?" Changbin chuckled. Christopher squashed you slightly to reach him. You felt secure and safe between them. -------------------🔺-------------------

Waking up to the sound of Jubin jumping all over you her face was an excited little picture. "Mummy is it true Samchon Juju’s my daddy too?" She asked in excitement. Taking one look at Changbin's face you closed your eyes. You could happily pretend your asleep and not answer that question. "Yes Princess he’s your Daddy too just like me and Daddy Binnie," Christopher said as the pain killed you from his voice that broke slightly. "So I have three daddy's?" She asked as you felt Christopher shift to hold his little girl. "Yes aren't you very lucky," Christopher replied as a tear escaped your eyes. "But we all love you the same," he added as you felt Changbin hold you tighter to him. "But I'm your favourite right baby girl?" Changbin chuckled as you heard your daughter hum. "What!!! are you wanting to fight?” Changbin teased as he shifted you off leaping up. Lifting to face the music, Changbin was chasing Jubin, scooping her into his arms as she squealed in excitement. "You're my favourite, you're my favourite," she shrieked laughing her little head off as Changbin gave up tickling her. As soon as he placed her on the floor she hid behind Christopher. Sitting on the bed with her tongue lolled out. "I lied, Daddy Is my favourite," she proclaimed as Christopher deeply laughed amused. "Well no more sweets then for my princess, you can eat Daddy’s yucky food," Changbin said with his hands on his hips as the little one changed her mind rushing to her sweetie king. "That's what I thought," Changbin said scooping her up onto his hip. "I'm the cool dad," he said as he looked at you smiling relieved that the conversation was stolen from the topic of Juyeon. "Right breakfast and school missy," Christopher said to both their groans that you had to chuckle. One of your favourite past times was watching Changbin act just as childish as your daughter.

You watched as Christopher took Jubin to the car relieved that the Juyeon situation with her was sorted. Looking to Changbin you bit your lips anxious for him to talk. "So maybe you want that explanation now. But can it wait till Christopher’s back," you asked him knowing he was slightly impatient. "Actually," he said walking towards you brushing a hair behind your ear. "I’ve got a deal," he said as you looked at him puzzled. "Well, we don't want to lose you and Jubin. You don't want to talk about last night. I have a way that means we can forgive and forget," he said pressing his lips to your forehead. "What's that? What do I have to do to earn your forgiveness?" You said enjoying his lips hit your nose. "Have our baby?" He questions as you choke almost on your salvia as you swallowed. "What?" You scoff feeling lost in the direction he was taking you. "We want to be a proper family, one strong and united. Having a baby together means we can stay together as one big happy unit," he said almost convinced with his idea. "Changbin, are you saying now Jubin knows Juyeon is her dad you want to replace her?" You say with annoyance. "Y/N I'm not blind I know your in love with Juyeon. I know your going to take Jubin away," he said crossing his arm as you bit your lip. "That won't happen and if it does how does us two having a baby change that?" You said eyebrows furrowed. "Y/N you can legally take Jubin, you can't legally take our child. If we get to co parent our child we get to stay in Jubin's life," he pleaded as your heart broke at his desperation. "You don't have to worry about Juyeon baby. He has his own family. Him and Lulu are having a baby," you said avoiding keeping the pain laced in your voice away. Changbin bit his lip to avoid his happiness escape. "So we're safe you don't need to worry. He has his new family and you get to keep his old one," you said with your eyes threatening to water. "Y/N it's not just Jubin, I want you to have our baby. We've been together for years, surely that's a step we're ready to take,". He said holding on to your arm with slight desperation. "If Juyeon can move on with his new family, surely we can build on ours," he said giving you food for thought. Was it really too much to give the man who had held you up at your weakest a baby of his own. "What about Christopher?" You asked contemplating the idea. "You know he wants a child of his own too," he pleaded on his behalf. "Please consider it, if you do this we won't even quiz why you felt the need to tell our daughter about Juyeon," he said trying to help encourage you. "Can I think about it?" You asked as he nodded closing in on you again. "Can I try encourage you another way?" He said while pulling you closer to him. His hand resting on your ass as his hardening member was felt between you. "Do you mean a practice run," you chuckled as you winked feeling flirtatious. "You know you want to practice making babies with me," he said dragging his finger up your spine. "Well show me what you got then," you said hands on your hip as he laughed amused with your sudden confidence. "You know what I’ve got," he whistles as he grabs your hand taking you to the bedroom.

Instantly inside he pushes you against the door, hands on your hips as his lips rush to attack you. Your hands equally excitedly rushing an attack on his Jeans, unbuttoning them as teeth clash in the chaotic frenzy. Dipping yourself into his pants you feel his stiffened hot cock, as you start pumping. Buckling himself into your palm you suckle down his groan. His own hands waste no time they slip up your shorts as he wrestles for your panties to find them missing. "You always pretend your innocent, your far from," he teases as his fingers slip across your folds. "Why don't you take them off that be easier," you scoff tempting him as he hums amused.

Dragging you to the bed he snaps his orders for you to be naked as you obey. Doing them slowly as you watch him salivate. When you removed the last item, he removes his own in a hastened speed. Crawling up you he pins your hands above you, his cock resting between your breasts. Fucking himself between your bosoms he bites his lips as he looks lost down towards you. A few thrusts and his precum drips from his cock on to your chest. Fingers scooping it up on each finger he places one in your mouth as he sucks the other. Tongue twirling around his digit you enjoy your salty snack. All while getting off on him tasting himself too.

Removing himself from you he sits between your legs pumping himself. Rubbing the tip around your clit has your moans start to spill. You can feel the lubrication from your arousal mix with more of his precum. "I could get you pregnant coming like this," he gloats and just the words despite no deal reached, has your walls squeeze around nothing. "Don't tease me fuck me," you growl inpatient as he chuckles. He slams into you like you expected from his impatience. Walls gripping around him as you adjust. Scooping your legs above his shoulder he starts to pump inside you. The deep penetration has his cock hitting your cervix instantly. "Fuck shit that's deep," you whimper as he chuckles. That compliment has him lean towards you to kiss you once again. Your hamstring stretching to a burn as he pulls them as back as your body allows. Hands falling into your hair they grip making your scalp sting. Hissing his way has him turned into a feverish crazy man. The sounds of the bed crashing against the wall and both your moans sounds like two animals deep in rut. Your walls quiver around him as your high nears. He knows as his hands slip between you to your throbbing nub. Rubbing them hard you throw your head back fighting at the edge with your life. It's not long till the burning in your coil snaps as you fall off your high. His grunts deep as he struggles to hold his own away as you attempt to milk him. He soon Pulls himself away as you pant loudly.

His mouth falls to your pussy. "I'm going to drink you up," he says as you shiver. His tongue laps up your fold a few times as you cry from the over sensitivity. His tongue occasionally slipping into your heat. He then changes tactics after a while and lets his tongue flick against your clit. Hands falling into his hair as you struggle under his torture has him vibrate against your core. He continues till he feels he's licked you clean and sets you ready for his cock again. Picking you up he throws you on his lap as he helps you to sit on him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he looks at you besotted. "Please really think about my offer," he pleads as you nod. "Thank you," he says as he cups your face. After a quick passionate kiss you start to bounce on his cock. His hands fall to your waist to help ride him. You enjoy adding a pace to hear him moan as your foreheads clash. Eyes forced to look into each other as they get lost in the moment. His hands push you slightly back. Gripping your arms he slightly pushes you backwards carefully to place your shoulders to the floor. Holding you tightly in your hips he fucks into you in this new position. The curve of his cock has his tip pressed so deep in you, you know your juices are flowing like crazy. His moans tell you he's close as his eyes widen in pure lust. "Need you to let me get you pregnant, need a bit of me growing in you," he growls lost in his thought. His eyes fall to your stomach like he's imagining you filled with him. Walls clenching so hard as you imagine it too. "Fuck it I agree, get me pregnant," you cry as he looks at you like the world blew up. Sweat falling down his brow he loses himself in you. "Going to fill this pussy up before Chris can……. Going to make that baby mine……. Going to make sure you never leave me," his words alone is enough to push you into your second orgasm. Nails digging into his arm as he hisses from the slight pain as you growl impatiently at the sensitive mess . "Put your baby in me Binnie, please," you cry as you convulse through the after affects. Your words is his undoing as you milk his baby making sperm in deep as his cock can go. He continues a few more thrusts till he's sure he's emptied all he can in you.

Pulling your arm so you can return back to him, he pants as he kisses your collarbone. "Are you for real you really want our baby?" He asks breathless. "Yes you can even put my pills down the toilet," you said looking up at him besotted. You could do this for them make a baby that you could be a family with. If Juyeon and Lulu could have a baby so could you and your two main men. -------------------🔺------------------- (Changbin’s POV)

"You what?" Christopher said your way in bewilderment. "We decided we want to try for a baby," you said as Y/N walked her way to him. "Are you both even thinking straight?" He said looking a mixture of confusion and slight anger. "We did think about it and it's time we start acting like a real family," Y/N said as her arms slink around his waist making him tense slightly. "We are a real family or do you think we're not?" He asked looking down at her. "Baby, you know I do, but I know Juyeon’s claim to Jubin now makes everything feel unsettled. A baby will bring us all closer as a family unit," she said as Christopher closed his eyes for a second. "A baby will confuse this issue even more," he said in defiance. "Chris that's not just the reason we want a baby. We love being a family to Jubin and she should have another sibling," you said making your way to crowd him. "I'm not so sure your hearts saying that or your ego," Christopher said out which hurt. "Funny I said the same thing five years ago and then I was proven it was the best thing ever," you said with your hands on your waist letting him chew on those words.

When the news of a possible surrogate after the last failed attempt hit your ears. You were dead set about taking on another man's child. You knew the pain, the hurt of not getting your dreams. Putting your foot down for a couple of days Christopher had sulked, whined and eventually encouraged you to meet Y/N. Though instantly you felt the disaster at bay you were filled with a reassurance from her honesty. However, you didn't give your heart till you found Y/N to be funny, charming and exciting to be around. Your heart fluttered at every opportunity to be close together. She had been many reasons for a solo mastabating session. Imagining her being sandwiched between you and Christopher was what made you tingle all over. Feeling Jubin kick was when you realised that this was your family too. You wanted it all and when the Doctor had placed her suggestions you had used that to bring Y/N into yours and Christopher's relationship. His red cheeks every time she touched him told you he was holding feelings for her as well. But what made you united with your love for this woman and her child was when she gave birth to the cute little bundle. You fell in love with the button nosed cute perfect baby girl. The way her hand wrapped around your fingers you knew you had made it as a man. Biology meant nothing to you only the way that you felt overpowering to protect her and her mother.

"I'm still not sure about this," Christopher said looking concerned. "We are, we really want this," Y/N said looking at him fluttering her eyes his way as he blushed. "Just imagine what an amazing big sister she would be to our baby," you said as he bit on his lower lip imagining like you had done since Y/N had agreed. "Can I sleep on it?" Christopher said as you looked Y/N’s way.

"No tell me you didn't," Christopher said in shock at your glances. "Well why you asking for my thoughts it seems you both went ahead with out me," Christopher said sounding hurt. "It's not like that she just refused to take her pill last night that's all," you said as you cupped his face. "I doubt I will get pregnant from yesterdays antics," she said cuddling him tighter. "Ok ok I will think about it only if you stop suffocating me," Christopher said gently fighting his way out yours and Y/N’s grasp. "Please Chris," Y/N pouted his way. "I will, i will I promise." He said with his hand held up.

Your attention was taken by Y/N’s phone ringing it had been doing that most the day. Her intention to ignore it told you it was Juyeon and she was ignoring his calls. The thought that she was jealous towards his new family was something you chose to ignore. Because it's better then her running off with him and Jubin, leaving you and Christopher in the cold. "You going to answer that?" Christopher said as you looked at him with a slight annoyance in your features. "It's nothing important," she said shoving her hand into her pocket. "I'm sure Sunwoo told him that he knows, he will probably wanting to know what happens now," Christopher said with an optimism that suddenly was annoying you. "Let's not push Y/N," you said as he raised his eye your way. "Denial’s the way we're playing it right then?" He scoffed your way as you looked at Y/N. "Theirs nothing to say Jubin knows that all, he can be her father instead of her uncle happy days," she said with a faked happiness. "But how does he know that if you won't answer his calls," Christopher said with his arms folded. "Well you can tell him, I'm tired I'm off for a nap," Y/N said passing him her phone and turning on her heel fast to get away. "Y/N we need to be adults about this," Christopher shouted out as she continued ignoring him. "Well you always like being the peacemaker go make the peace," you said clapping his back as you followed Y/N.

Sinking in behind her she hummed as her hands pressed you tighter around her. "I'm sorry that I never spoke to him first," you said kissing her neck. "It's ok, he will come around I'm sure," she reassured you as her head turned backwards letting his lips fall on yours. The comfort of her tongue brought you closer to heaven. She shifted to face you so she could kiss you deeper, hands falling into your hair making you dizzy. Her hands falling around your waist as you could feel yourself harden. "I really want to devour you right now," you said nibbling her bottom lip as her breathing hitched. "We can't not when we made Chris so mad," she whined as you cupped her face. "The good thing about a thropple is we are in a relationship with everyone. You forget I'm not mad with you," you said pouting allowing your eyes to drop so a puppy expression could attack her. "Don't give me that look," she chuckled as she slapped your arm hurting her hand as it bounced across the muscles. "What look," you playfully sulked as you slipped her under you, letting your rock hard member press against her thighs. "We really should be working on bringing Chris around," you said tweaking his nipples. "Y/N, we can do that after I helped service you," he said growling as he kissed you with lust. "Fine but you need a condom, Chris hasn't agreed," she said almost panting. "We decided to have a child, if Chris wants part of it that's up to him," you said in your desire to have her carrying your baby. "Binnie, come on we need to think of everyone," she said as you ignored her words. Lips hitting her beautiful neck as you pressed kisses against the skin. "Don't change your mind," you said as your hands found her waist as you rolled yourself against her heat. "I'm not..... just..... we need to think properly," she said a mess under your clever hits against her core.

"Your really determined to do this without me?" You hear the hurt voice enter the room. Y/N pushed you off her as your eyes met Christopher. "I told him we're wearing something till you decide," Y/N said softly as you rolled your eyes not missed by Christopher. "Your not happy with that plan," he said arms folded your way as you felt guilt pang your heart. "I want another baby, another little me or you running around the house," you said sitting up with pleading eyes. "Don't you want to have a child on each arm," you add as his face soften with thought. "It's not that I'm against it baby," he says looking slightly lost after your words. "Your scared aren't you?" You said slipping from the bed towards him. "I just think we really need to be sure this is what all of us want. That it isn't just on a whim," he added looking Y/N's way. "You think I don't really want this?" She questioned looking hurt. "No that's not what I meant. I mean that your currently going through a lot right now with Juyeon knowing about Jubin that it's the wrong time maybe to be making life changing decisions," he adds as Y/N chuckles. "Juyeon doesn't know anything I doubt Sunwoo is going to want to confess that he told His daughter the truth," she said as your eyes shot to her. "You told her though I heard it?" Christopher said. "She over heard Sunwoo say Juyeon was her dad all I did was confirm it. If we keep them apart for a while then Juyeon doesn't even need to know. By the time he does his own baby will be born," Y/N said in denial. "Wait hold up now I am confused?" Christopher said with pure confusion. "She’s got a point we could keep them apart for a while till Jubin forgets,” you said joining Y/N’s denial train. "Did you deliberately cut out the part of the baby," Christopher said scoffing your way as you rolled your eyes. "But suppose you knew about that too," he said looking hurt before Y/N dashed to him. "Please don't blame Changbin, it's just I didn't want to talk about it," she said trying to console his inward disappointment. "Lulu's pregnant, he's going to be a dad," she confirmed as Changbin breathed in deeply looking at her. "This is my exact point Y/N, you're acting irrationally because of someone else's news," he said as she looked hurt. "No she didn't it was my idea, and I already knew that fact when I asked her. She was against it for the same reason your fearing. I was the one that changed her mind," you said holding your hand onto Y/N’s shoulder. "So your telling me that you wanted this so badly that you kept me from knowing this fact, your own partner," Christopher said really hurt. "I didn't want to tell you the idea till I run it past Y/N, because if she said no we would both have got hurt. I didn't keep my dreams of another baby to hurt you," you said feeling guilty at your lie. Deep down you knew the desperation to keep Y/N was the reason for wanting another baby. "Hello," you heard a voice reach you from downstairs distracting you. "We're just coming down," Y/N shouted downstairs towards the voice that you knew was Haknyeon who had collected Jubin.

After dinner with Haknyeon and enjoying a period as if Juyeon and the baby situation hadn't happened. You made your way to the bedroom as Christopher settled your cherub down for the night. But upon entering Y/N wasn't there. You were sure that she said she was getting an early night. Dread filled your heart fearing she was in her own personal room. Dashing there you realised you was right when you found Y/N laid in her bed. But instead of asleep her eyes were watching the light, a million deep thoughts running through her mind. "How come your in here?" You asked making your way towards her. "Because I think it's best till Christopher is up for this idea that we sleep separately," she said sounding a little lost. "So I can't hold you in my arms till then?" You said feeling hurt. "I don't want to make things even worse between you guys," she said with guilt on her expression. "It's not, me and Chris have fallen out on worse things, it's ok I promise," he said coming to sit on the edge of the bed. "But still I don't want to get between you," she said letting a tear fall from her eyes. "Sweetie, you keep thinking that your less important in this relationship then our one is," you said cupping her face to look up at you. "My relationship with you both isn't as important then yours and Chris's," she said as her words stung. "Says who?" You gasped now annoyed that she felt like some sort of extra and not the real deal. "I'm sorry if I contributed towards that," you heard Christophers words as he walked into the room. "I'm sorry Chris," she started crying as he dashed to her holding her tight in his arms. "Baby why you crying, you have nothing to say sorry for," he said pressing kisses to her crown. "I should have said no to the baby idea," she said as your heart felt like it was squashed. "What why," you gasped as Christopher held his hand up to you. "Is this because you don't really want it?" He said drying her eyes to look at him. "It's because it's causing a divide between you both," she sobbed as he bit his lips deep in pain. "It's not causing a divide, I want a baby too you know, just I'm scared that this is too rushed. Especially since now I know Juyeon’s having another child. I want us to have a baby because we want one. Not because your desperate to show you moved on from him," he said as she looked your way. "I want a baby with you both, I really do. It has nothing to do with Juyeon," she said as you smiled her words so refreshing to your ears. "Fine, fine I agree," Christopher said sounding almost defeated. "Really?" She said looking surprised his way. "I'm still suspicious I won't lie, but if your certain you want our baby. Then I can't say no to helping to put a baby here," he said smiling heavenly. "Thank you," you said pressing your hand on his shoulder as he looked up towards you. "I won't lie and say you keeping things from me hasn't hurt. But I'm not having this baby for just you, I want to have a baby too," he said as you bit your lip excitedly.

Not wanting to waste a single second you pull Y/N and swing her over your shoulder. "Binnie," she shrieked as you slapped her ass earning a yelp. "Shhh your wake Jubin." You growl as you feel large hands hit your own ass. "Sorry I felt left out," Christopher said as you turned to him growling. "I'm going to fuck you up," you spluttered as he smirked. "Promises promises," he adds with a playful wink. Grabbing Christopher’s hand as your other hand grabs around Y/N's thighs you drag them both to your bedroom.

However, once through the door when you place Y/N to her feet, it’s herself who pins Christopher to the wall. Her mouth in heavily desperation for his tongue. He’s slightly taken back as you chuckle watching her feverishly attack him. Hands rushing like she's desperate for him towards his bottoms. Raking your teeth along your lower lip you can't help but feel aroused at the look of her dominating him. Hands gripping down his pants you know she's fondling his treasures. From the sounds you hear muffled by her own mouth you know he's enjoying her fierce display. But when you see his angry hard cock appear from his clothes you feel your own mouth salivating. Dropping to her knees you bite hard against your lips as your own cock strains. You can never get over watching Y/N suck him off. It’s like it should make you jealous, but instead your proud of the cry's she's making fall from his lips. Head falling to the back of the wall, eyes closed as he moans into the air. Impatience yourself, your hands find your own release of your cock. Pumping your hard member you feel your own breath lose itself in the moment. Y/N notices your actions and her hand opens like a child wanting their candy. Obliging you move closer to let her hand grip around, you groan as you feel your own body burn to her touch. Fluttering her eyes between you both, you feel so intoxicated and desperate for her mouth to help you out. "Can I eat both you out?" Y/N whispers slipping her mouth from Christopher’s dick. "Huh?" Christopher gasps her way. You can't help but inwardly feel feral from her suggestion. You've only done it once with her and you loved every second of her slick tongue against your ass. "Get on the bed both of you," she demands which has precum drip from you at the thought. Laying down mirroring Christopher as you both lean on your arms. You look to your elder who looks just as lost in Y/N as you do. Her hands falling to his thighs she enjoys feeling the muscles underneath as he flex's. You should get jealous the way that their lost in each others' eyes. But instead it makes your own core burn with excitement but also love. If only Y/N for one second could know that the love this relationship has for her. You would know then that Juyeon wouldn't be able to get to it. She drapes herself over Christopher, her lips finding his briefly before they follow down his body. It's like her lips are marvelling his defined torso. He breathes deeply as it lowers towards his hardened member. She takes his cock in her palm as she pumps it a few times to his soft moans. But when she takes him right down to his pelvis he tenses his stomach hissing as he sits up slightly. Tongue lapping his shaft makes him look fucked out. Like you his cock hardens like it's no longly flesh. Tongue dragging to his balls she sucks one in as he throws his head back biting himself. You can’t help but smile at his weakness to her mouth. But when she flips his legs over her, not looking as if she was struggling with the muscles resting heavily on her shoulder. Her fingers pull his cheeks apart as she looks once more at him Devilishly as she licks around his rim. You get lost in Christopher's face as he gets lost in the sensation and the goodness between his ass cheeks.

Your own cock is painfully erected and you rush to attend to your own needs. Hands grabbing around the base you softly moan yourself at how sensitive you're suddenly feeling. The noise alerting Y/N as her face looks up to you. Raking her teeth along her lips she sucks in a breath. "Naughty Binnie," she says with a raised eyebrow. "Your so inpatient," she chuckles with a wiggling finger. "You know how inpatient our Binnie gets," Christopher says with a matching smirk. You can feel your face burn but deep down you don't care you enjoy showing them your weakness for them. "You better attend to our man," Christopher says as Y/N licks her lips seductively.

Finger pumping your ass raw just like you like it has you throw your head back. "I should make you my bitch," she threatens that has your cock throbbing in almost pain. You rarely see her cocky seductive controlling self in the bedroom, especially not on you. You want to punish her for it but your too busy falling apart at the fast pace she has against your rectum. Christopher passed her the flavoured lube and she rubs it around your rim. Nibbling on your testicles you growl her way as she smirks before she falls to your ass. The warmth on her tongue flat out on your entrance is heaven. Poking her tongue inside as she fucks you with her wet muscle has you seeing stars as your stomach tenses. In his own arousal excitement Christopher starts pumping your cock making you become weak beneath them both. "Stop I need to cum in Y/N," you plead as he looks excited with the prospect of taking control of you now Y/N made you a sub. "You can baby, you can do this, hold on just a little longer," he whispers that has your body burn with the desperate need to release yourself. Y/N challenges you with her tongue and then her finger working at your ass is getting you closer to the edge. "You're doing so well Y/N, punishing our naughty Dwaekki," Christopher sniggers pleased with the mess he's witnessing. "Please I need to cum," you cry as Christopher looks at you with a different expression you've never witnessed. Leaning down towards your painful erection he takes your cock in his mouth. The warmth around you bursting you in space making the world disappear. His tongue curving around under the shaft as he lets rub as he bops up and down you. Too lost in the sensation your arms holding you up collapse. Rocking your pelvis into his mouth before helping to reach Y/N’s fingers, has you close to the edge. "I can't, I won't last," you cry before you can hold yourself back. Coming undone on his vibrating chuckle you thrust yourself into his mouth just a few more times, filling him up with your cum. Before you can scold him for letting you cum in his mouth he looks at you with hamster cheeks and excitement.

Tapping Y/N he points to the bed, as she obeys. His hands softly falling up the inside as he presses his mouth to her heat.

He dribbles some of your cum around her clit as his fingers help to lather and lubricate. Pressing over her entrance you can see him take her pussy into his awaiting mouth letting the cum mix into her awaiting hole. Moving away as a slight left-over dribble falls from his lips, has you look at him with pure lust as you feel your cock start to twitch again. Sitting between her legs he places his red angry cock in her entrance. "I need to fuck Binnie’s cum into you baby?" He declares with sudden confidence that you're really enjoying. "You put our baby into her," you whisper as your fingers find her clit. Christopher watched in awe as he pushed his cock into her in one sharp sweep. Her cry's are hitting in the room has fully brought your own erection back to life. His pupils blow when he sees your cum at the tip of his cock before he plunges back in to her again. The view has your cock feel painful with its desperation need to fill her again. Christopher soon notices and like suddenly he's become the inspired one in the bedroom he removes himself from Y/N.

Laying beside her, he rolls Y/N to face him on the bed. Tossing her leg over him his hands fall to her waist. You feel deprived from watching his cock sink into her as he starts his pace. His lips fall to her as they kiss passionately as if you didn't exist. It was rare to see them have sex solely between them both. In fact most of the solo sex was between you and her. It wasn't that Christopher didn't want to do it. It was that he didn't have the confidence to pounce on her like you. Her and Christopher was both alike fearing the first move, it was always you.

Christopher looks totally under her spell at that moment hands tangling in her hair as he suckled down her moans. It wasn't long before you could see her body start to shiver telling you she was at the edge. Christopher knew it too, pulling her closer as she came undone on his cock. You can see her juices leaked from beneath her onto the bed. Her thighs all wet and welcoming that you had an additional idea.

Sliding behind her you placed your throbbing cock on her wet soaked thighs. Pushing her leg from Christopher's waist over you, trapping you between her thighs. Hands falling to her waist, Christopher placed his behind your back, his eyes taking to you for that second. Fucking into her thighs you gritted your teeth as it felt so good. In that second Y/N was your sex toy as you both fucked away. Every now and then your cock would feel Christopher’s emerging into her dripping cunt. You could hear from his own whispery Moans he was close himself as you let yourself go. Fingers falling to Y/N’s clit to help her feel a lot more then the sex toy that you and Christopher was making her. Had her moans fall into the mix of the sounds from you both. "I'm going to cum," Christopher cry's as he looks at Y/N to double check she still wants this. "Please fill me up with your baby," she pleads as his ragged nails press into your skin. His fasten pace as the sweat drips down him, his eyes not falling from yours for a second as his nose scrunches so beautifully as he falls off the edge. Just the view in your eyes is enough to have you lost to your own as you forget your baby making plans and spill your seed all over her thighs and some of Christopher's too. "Your so impatient Binnie," he pants. His hands help to soak up the cum splatters to wipe it along Y/N’s pussy, that your fingers are still rubbing against. Throwing her head into Christopher's she falls off the edge once more. "I think some one has a pregnancy kink," you chuckle into her neck placing some kisses. "Then let's hope we have plenty of time to practise," she winks almost exhausted at you. "Don't go to sleep missy we're not finished," Christopher says as she chuckles his way. "Are we sure it's just me with a pregnancy kink because it's sure done something to Chris," she chuckles before brushing a kiss on his jaw line, giving herself some time before another round of baby making.

--------------------🔺------------------ (Juyeon's POV)

"He said what?" You gasped at Eric. "He didn't know she would hear," he tried to explain as you closed your eyes in pain. This should be the news you wanted, for Y/N to tell your daughter the truth but instead you felt dread. Your little princess already held a confusing life with two dads. Throwing a third and being the real dad would likely have confused her even more. Plus the chemistry that had been burning between you both recently was at risk of collapsing into a fall blown science project catastrophe. You knew deep down somewhere though you had tried to put it on hope that Y/N wasn't in love with them. She was stuck trapped in a relationship because she thought it was best for the daughter she thought you didn't want. Her actions earlier had proven to you that she still was deeply connected with you. "Earth to Juyeon," Eric snapped bringing your attention back to him. "I think you need to go to her sort this out, for Jubin’s sake," he explained as you looked at him still a little dazed. "She knows your her dad, she's going to be so confused. Changbin and Christopher are good people you need to discuss this all as one family unit," Eric said as Lulu came out of the room behind him. "Eric she really needs you in there," she says as her eyes light up at yours. Their sparkling as they always are but this time she's not completely devotedly on yours. But before you could talk to her properly you notice she's not wearing the same bulky jacket she arrived in moments before Eric did. Your eyes instead fell on her stomach a well-defined bump once almost as big as Elle’s. Heart thundering in your chest memories of your night at the wedding. The one time you had unprotected sex and promised her a baby in your desire to imagine her as Y/N. You had done it again you had got someone pregnant. Falling backwards you almost fell as you tried to reach for the wall. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be not again. If Y/N didn't hate you anymore she would now.

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