warnings: threesome. established relationship between reader and michael. kinda of mlm (jack touches robby's dick, but he's really touching you). voyeurism. exhibitionism.
notes: sorry i have been distracted these last few weeks, so i have not been on my best game. but i am back now (tentatively). this fic should be up soon-ish as it's mostly done, just need a lil bit of fine tuning.
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Vulgar noises filled your empty house, moaning loudly, Michael allowed you to use him, his hands wandering anywhere and everywhere. You circled your hips, trying to find the right angle. Once you did, you planted your hands on Michael and began sliding your pussy against him.
“You gonna cum, baby?” He panted, his cock already leaking too much for his liking. He never knew that he could produce so much precum before you, but what could he say? There was just something about you that made him insatiable, even for his age.
“Wanna cum by just humping my cock?” He teased, fully well knowing that he was on the verge of cumming himself, but there was no way he was getting off before you could. “Sweet, desperate thing.”
“Do the two of you ever stop?” You heard Jack sleepily grumble as he took the two of you in. If he had a dollar every time he caught the two of you making out, or fucking, he’d have enough to buy a summer house in Martha’s Vineyard.
“Do you want us to stop, brother?” Michael asked, as he moved his hands down to your ass, grabbing the flesh there. He pushed you closer to his cock, making you really feel the veins on the underside of his cock.
No, Jack never wanted the two of you to stop. Luckily the first time Robby asked that, he immediately said no, otherwise he would have never known how sweet and tight your pussy is.
“Michael,” you moaned softly, hands pawing at his shoulders. You look towards the other man, raking in his figure, stopping where his bulge was appearing. “Jack,” you breathed, feeling a new gush of arousal through you.
“Hi baby,” he raked his eyes down your figure, down to where Robby’s cock was sandwiched between your folds. He reached out his fingers, pads touching your clit lightly making you shudder on top of your boyfriend. “She’s wet,” he said, as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing already.
“Think she likes fucking me while you’re asleep,” Michael grinned, his breath hitching as Jack accidentally touched the tip of his cock.
“And I think you like it when your best friend touches your cock,” you rebutted as you took Jack’s hand and placed it firmly on your clit, his other fingers accidentally caressing Michael’s cock.
“Jesus, brother,” Jack exhaled, but didn’t move his hand. He played around, his fingers tracing your little nub. Pinching your clit, a shocked gasp left you, “You like that, honey?”
“Jack,” you reached out for him, as soon as he was in reach, you grabbed the back of his neck and melted your mouths together. Moaning into his mouth, you rutted your cunt faster against Michael’s cock.
This is probably going to be the stupidest thing you've ever heard but I saw this tiktok of park w the jaws audio and the only thing I think off rn is do yall remember the whole cbat audio thing where this redditor used to fuck his gf to the rhythm of this weird ass music that but w jaws and park
I will see myself out now this is so dumb 😭
babes your brain!! unhinged and i love it. no, but i could literally see this lmao
like imagine either a) wanting to set the mood and you forgot you added this to your sexy playlist as a joke and then it plays. and park's just like the fuck??? but he just rolls with it and you don't know if you're weird (and don't know what to think of yourself) because you cum to the fucking jaws theme song
or
b) park adds it to his playlist and it plays when you're getting down and dirty, you roll with it, cause somehow, somehow, it works with him. but instead of getting into it, you find yourself getting antsy and scared
You were fine. Actually, no you were pissed. Weeks of hooking up and Park decides that you were basically scum of the earth by not acknowledging you.
warnings/contents: angst. park's a bit of dick, but he kind of means well. a little bit of miscommunication but they work it out. a little bit of a spat. jealousy. fluff. humour. blowjobs. handjobshumping (reader humps brendon's leg/thigh). they're very domestic in this.
notes: ngl i re-wrote the second part of this like a million times. and i re-read this a bajillion times, but alas there will be typos because it's me. as always let me know what you think!
word count: 6.1k+ (this was supposed to be a shorty, and i guess it kind of is)
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<- i used to think i was sensible (can be read as a standalone!)
You were fuming. You weren’t asking him to treat you any differently, but you thought that maybe practically fucking every day since you guys first hooked up, which was three weeks ago, mind you, would have made him treat you a bit differently in public.
Or at least have a fucking conversation with you at work and not just bypass you as if you weren’t there. As if you weren’t sucking his dick last night, or riding him this morning.
“Park,” Robby greeted, and you watched the other attending glide through the room, your heart rate increasing. You scolded yourself to focus on the case.
You stood by Robby’s side often glancing at said taller man as he took control of the situation. Feeling your gaze on him, Robby looked at you and smiled, his kind eyes shining down at you. You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart didn’t race the way it used to when Robby smiled at you. Or gave you attention.
And you certainly didn’t want to admit why.
Giving him a small smile, your gaze went back to the man who held your focus. You watched him as he worked through the case, assessing every little thing. You were enamoured with the way he worked, the way he was so sure of everything that he came across. It was different now. You could look at him without the fear of being judged, without the fear of thinking he might hate you.
Brendon Park may be mean, blunt and at points borderline cruel, but he was a damn good surgeon.
It was a sight to see The Shark work.
What you didn’t see was the sly glances that Brendon was throwing to you. The rush of familiarity you always brought him when he saw you. The fact that even if his priority right now was the patient in front of him, you were always there in the back of his mind.
But today was different. The fact that he could see again the smile that you sent Robinavitch was doing his head in. He wasn’t a boy. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. He knew what you felt before all of this started. Refusing to acknowledge the pain settling in his chest causing his shoulders to tense, he gritted his teeth and rolled his shoulders back.
He refused, absolutely refused to have personal feelings affect his work.
“Hey,” you smiled at him, as you placed the tablet back on the charging dock. “Thanks for coming down.”
Brendon looked you over once and then looked back at the clipboard in his hands. Frowning at his behaviour, you were about to speak when you felt Robby’s presence next to you.
Looking at your attending, you missed the way Park’s hand clenched the paper in his hand, or the hard clench in his jaw.
“Thanks for coming down, Park,” Robby acknowledged as he nodded to the other man.
“Sure,” he looked once at you, and you felt a chill go down your spine. He looked at you like you were nothing. Even before this, there was at least contempt in his eyes. There was at least something.
Without another word (without another look at you), he stalked back upstairs.
“Don’t take it too hard, sweet girl,” Robby smiled gently at you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Shark’s always like that.”
You steeled yourself and turned to him, smiling tightly, you nodded and went back to work.
Storming to the locker room, you were greeted by an empty room except the current desire of your ire.
“You get into my pants and then you practically ghost me when we’re at work?” You slammed his locker, refusing to back down when he slowly turned to you, a prominent glare on his face.
“I didn’t realise that I had to converse with you every time I saw you,” he sneered. “Did you want coffee, flowers, as well?”
You frowned at his tone. Since this thing started between the two of you, he’s never been outright mean. Well, he’s been mean in bed but that was always different. You knew he didn’t mean it, right now? You’re not so sure.
“No,” you sputtered. “Of course not, but I want you to talk to me like I’m actually there. Hell you pay more attention to Ogilvie and Whittaker.”
Park sighed, already deciding that he was over this conversation. He’s hard a tiring day, too many idiots, and the coffee machine was fucking itself again. “We didn’t talk before.”
“Because I thought you hated me,” you replied, and when he opened his mouth, you quickly interrupted. “I know now that you don’t hate me.”
“I don’t understand why I have to talk to you outside of when I go downstairs,” he implored. “Plus, it seems like Robinavitch can fill that space.”
You looked around baffled at what he just said. “What does Robby have to do with anything? He’s my boss. I have to talk to him.”
“Do you sweet girl?” Brendon asked, his tone bordering on cruel as he said the pet name.
You narrowed your eyes, “Is that what this is about? The fact that Robby and I talk?”
“No, what it’s about is I don’t understand why I have to talk with you downstairs,” Brendon crossed his arms as he looked down at you. And for once you felt like you were being stared at by the Shark. Not Brendon. The Shark.
“It’s courtesy,” your tone was bordering on whinging and you quickly reeled yourself back.
“What’s courtesy, princess, is me leaving hickeys where people can’t see it,” his eyes quickly flashed to your breasts, and you frowned, crossing your arms.
“Don’t be crass,” you snapped.
“I usually don’t talk to people I fuck,” sighing, he turned back to his locker. He winced as he instantly regretted the string of words that just came out of his mouth. You weren’t just someone he fucked, you weren’t. But he didn’t want to show that he regretted it.
Feeling uncomfortable at the thought of hurting you and the lie in his words, he rolled his neck when more emotions rolled through his body. He had good control of his emotions. He only showed it when he allowed his body to. But around you? It seems like everything was out of the door.
You frowned at his blunt tone, and a bit hurt as to what he just reduced you to. Small moments that you shared at his houses flashed through your head. Did they mean nothing to him? That the moments that you cherished (and replayed in your mind late at night) – were they a means to an end for him?
“Fine,” you frowned, too tired to argue, and not that you’d ever admit it, a bit hurt at the thought of him being with other people. “I’ll see you next time when we both fuck I guess,” turning to leave, you heard him make a noise before grabbing your arm.
“Don’t be dramatic,” he bit out, nostrils flaring at the situation. “I don’t know what to talk to you about when we’re at work.”
“The weather? The shitty but overpriced cafeteria? The gossip that’s everywhere around us?” You snapped, listing off the first things that came to your mind.
“It just-,” you started, and you could feel the emotion bubbling up in your chest. “It just makes me feel used, Park. Like I’m good enough for you to fuck but not good enough for you to talk to in public.”
Brendon frowned at your statement, “I didn’t mean it like that,” he rubbed your elbow gently. “I thought that you would prefer for me to not talk to you. I thought you might hate the gossip that would come from it.”
“Gossip is going to happen whether or not we talk in front of our co-workers,” you chided gently. “Plus, I was already the subject of gossip a couple of weeks back, remember? And I got through it because I’m a big girl.”
Silence stretched between the two of you, his hand still gently rubbing your arm. “I want you to talk to me, Brendon,” you laughed a bit, finding the situation a bit ridiculous now.“I like talking to you. That’s why I stay.”
Park shifted in his spot, as if your words impacted him in a way that he couldn’t decipher, “I like talking to you too.”
At his words, you felt yourself at ease, the tension you’ve been holding onto for the last week disappearing. “Don’t ignore me again, I swear to God, otherwise I’ll ban you from sex,” you pointed your finger at him.
He rolled his eyes, “This is like your shitty Grey’s Anatomy.”
You scoffed, stepping closer to him, “You like my shitty Grey’s Anatomy,” pressing a quick kiss to his lips, you watched as a ghost of a smile appear on his face before it disappeared.
Pulling you closer, Park looked down at your lips, then back to your face, and something akin to something he didn’t want to admit began stirring in his chest again. Placing a longer kiss to your lips, Park cupped the back of your head, deepening it.
“If you ever,” he threatened, a mean but playful look on his face. You grinned and held up your hands in surrender, watching as he turned back to his locker. “What are we having tonight?”
You sat down on the bench and watched him, “I want pho,” you watched in appreciation as Brendon began changing into his normal clothes. He was always so big, but his movements weren’t clunky or awkward, it was always so sure.
Too deep in your head, you almost missed him wordlessly tossing his hoodie. “You’re going to get cold,” he stated and you mumbled under your breath.
“Do you want to eat in? Cause if so, we have to head home and shower,” he mumbled into his locker, grabbing the last of his things. Closing it, he turned to you, his face softer than it was a couple of minutes ago.
“Take away?” You suggested. “I’m kinda beat,” you shrugged then stood up, placing his hoodie on.
Park watched your actions closely, his eyes trailing the way his jacket almost covered all of you. “You good?”
“Tired,” before you could lift your bag to your shoulder, Park grabbed it and carried it for you. Murmuring a ‘thanks’, you moved closer to him. “I just really want to eat pho and watch shitty Grey’s Anatomy.”
“You’re lucky I have Netflix,” kissing your forehead as he wrapped one arm behind your back.
“I have all the DVD’s, that won’t stop me,” you chuckled, practically burrowing yourself into him.
-
“What do you feel like?” You asked Brendon, your body pressed close to him. Looking at you, then flicking his eyes to the lack of space, you moved your body and mumbled an apology.
Tugging you closer, Park pointed to one of the items on the menu. Rubbing your lower back, he passed the menu to you.
“They have banana cake!” You said happily, and a small thrum of joy went up Park’s spine as he watched you light up. “We have to get that,” you hummed, and then scanned the menu. “I’ll take this one.”
Moving to order your items, you began to pull your wallet before Park stepped in and placed his hands on top of yours.
“Put that away,” he said as he brought out his own wallet.
“You two make a very cute couple,” the older lady said, as she looked at the two of you, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Very in love with you,” she pointed towards you, and you flushed.
“Oh, we’re not-,” you began to mumble quietly.
“Thank you,” Brendon interrupted as he looked down at you.
Taking a seat near the kitchen, you both sat in silence, eyes occasionally looking at the other patrons, until you landed on Brendon again. “So, you come here often?” You broke the silence.
He let out a breathy chuckle, “Are you trying to pick me up?”
“Maybe,” you smiled cheekily. “Is it working?”
“Yes,” he replied bluntly, moving his chair closer to yours.
“Score, I get to take a surgeon home,” you celebrated quietly, and you watched him smile at your actions - something that you mirrored without knowing so. “You smell nice,” you complimented.
“Oh?” He leaned forward, as if daring you to smell him more.
Taking the bait, you moved your chair, practically on top of him. “Hmm, you always smell good,” and you began to lean in, ready to nuzzle into his neck.
Brendon pulled away from you suddenly, his face and tone serious as he said your name, “Hey, I’m sorry about earlier today.”
Chest warm from his apology, you shook him off, “It’s fine, Bren.”
A small frown appeared on his face, “Don’t say that just because I apologised. I fucked up. I said some pretty shitty things to you.”
“I think we both did,” you said. “I should have told you that I felt hurt with how you were with me. You couldn’t have known thatm” before he could open his mouth again, you raised a hand up, “We both fucked up.”
“I’m not ashamed of you,” Brendon said seriously. “If that’s what you were thinking.”
“I know,” you shrugged. “I’m a catch.” But his words did settle in your chest, removing the unwarranted jealousy brewing in your chest.
Chuckling, he pulled you closer, “You sure are, princess.”
“I never thought that-,” you started to say then shaking your head. “I just thought that I wasn’t worth your time outside,” you frowned, trying to think of the words.
What was this? It wasn’t a relationship, you never defined anything but it felt more monumental than a simple hook-up situation.
“Outside of your bedroom,” you finished, then you shrugged, not allowing the hurt to seep in again. “It just hurt, that’s all,” you waved a hand in front of you.
Brendon unknowingly matched your frown when you finished your words. You watched as he narrowed his eyes in the way you knew he was trying to find the right words. “You’re always worth my time. Whether we’re in our bedroom or not,” he said seriously, as if he knew his words held a significant weight.
And they did.
Under the fluorescent lights of the Vietnamese restaurant, under the watchful but soft stare of Brendon, you swore that you could fall in love with him (and maybe, just maybe, you were already on your way). But it was too soon to feel like this. You didn’t even know what this thing between the two of you were.
But this felt different. It felt sure. He felt sure.
Shoving your emotions down, you looked at the man in front of you and decided that right now was good enough. The possibilities of what was in store for the two of you was for future you to dwell on.
Needing to lighten up the situation before you blurted out something you couldn’t take back, you pointed your finger at him, “But don’t worry, Park, if you ever step out of line, I’ll let you know.”
“Good,” he nodded once, looking at you appreciatively.
“Good?” You teased, leaning in, a smile on your face.
“Tell me. If I ever fuck up, let me know,” his hand moving to your knee. “I can take it.”
This fucking man.
“That’s kinda hot, you know,” you said honestly.
“Like knowing that you can put a man into place?” He grinned, his smile at ease (like it always was with you).
“Knowing that I can put you in your place,” you rebutted, smiling before kissing him again. You let yourself melt into him, but still trying to be aware that you were very much in public.
“I’m sorry, as well,” you added, looking at him intently. You furrowed your brows, “I like talking to you more than I like talking to anyone else.”
At your confession, Brendon softened physically. As if he was also waiting to hear something like that. “I shouldn’t have said that. That wasn’t in my right.”
“I like talking to you more than I like talking to anyone else, Brendon,” you repeated and you hoped that he was good at reading between the lines because you don’t think you can quite say it out loud just yet.
You kissed him softly, probably bordering on what’s publicly acceptable, but you hoped that he could feel what you were trying to project.
You were broken apart when you heard someone gush loudly. “I told you, very cute together,” the lady clapped her hands as she saw the two of you. “Young love,” she said, as if she was reflecting on some memories. She looked at Brendon, “Or maybe not so young,” she winked at you causing you to huff out a laugh.
“Okay,” Brendon said, prolonging the word as he stood up, hand reaching out for yours. Feeling his sturdy hand on top of yours, you burrowed into his side, hand reaching for the food.
-
You watched intently as Brendon watched the show, transfixed on the scene in front of him, your meals both finished. You sat with your legs in his lap, his hands massaging your heel every now and then. You allowed yourself to melt into him, to just allow this moment of tranquility.
“He’s married,” he turned to you. “He’s married,” he repeated, his voice laced with bewilderment.
“Yup,” you nodded. Leaning forward, you grabbed the cake and opened it up.
Taking a bite of the cake, you moaned out loud, a noise that made him turn his head to you sharply. “Try this,” holding out your fork, you waited for him to bite. “See?” You said as he swallowed.
He slowly nodded and licked the remnants off his lips, something which you watched intently. “That is good,” he said slowly.
Before you knew it, the cake was gone, and you were casting the package back on the table.
“We have to get that again,” you sighed happily. Wiping the milk from his face, Brendon stared intently as you placed your thumb into your mouth, humming all the while.
Tugging you into his lap, he positioned his hands on your waist. “Bren,” you giggled. “Wait, I want to clean this up.”
“Leave it. I’ll take care of it later,” he mumbled against your lips. The nickname giving him more incentive to kiss you deeper. Slowly sliding his tongue into your mouth, you shimmied joyfully against him, arms wrapping around his neck.
“You taste like bananas and coconut,” you sighed happily, bringing your mouth together again.
“And you taste,” he paused and looked at you, blue eyes locked onto yours. Divine. Wonderful. LIke the very thing that I’ve been wanting for so long. “Delicious.”
His house was silent with the exception of the quiet hum of the episode playing and the soft moans coming out of your mouth. Hands sliding under Brendon’s shirt, you grinded against his hips, feeling him harden under you.
Taking off his shirt, you reconnected your lips back to his, spreading your legs even wider, trying to get the angle just right. “Want to feel you, Bren,” you spoke as you began pawing at the band of his pants.
Getting off him, you removed your pants and underwear, throwing them somewhere on the floor, as you watched him tug his jeans down, kicking them off.
Climbing back onto him, you sat on one of his thighs, the man under you grinning as you shuddered when you started grinding. Whimpering you began rocking your hips, mouth gravitating to his lips.
“Gonna cum like this?” He taunted, breath fanning your face. You stared into his blue eyes that were blown with lust. “My baby just going to cum by humping my leg?”
You nodded, too turned on to feel any type of embarrassment by his words. “Come on, baby, use me,” one hand curling at the base of his neck, you planted the other behind you on his knee. Rolling your hips, you tried to find the right pace, Brendon groaning lowly as he could feel how warm and wet you were.
Gliding your cunt against his thigh, you let out a small whimper. Flexing his quad, your eyes closed at the sensation. You could feel sweat start to bead on your forehead, your once baggy shirt clinging to your skin.
Brendon caressed the apple of your cheeks, thumb hovering over your mouth, softly pressing on the plush skin. He watched as you took the digit into your mouth and sucked it softly.
“Can you feel you sweetheart,” leaning up, pressing his nose to your neck, licking the skin softly. “Can feel how wet you are for me,” moving his hand to your lower back, he pressed you closer to him, your knee nudging his bulge. Moving the hand from his knee, you lowered it gently to his bulge, palming him softly, watching as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
Licking the column of his neck, you nibbled under his chin, hand going under the band of his underwear to stroke him. Spreading the precum with your fingers, you hastily removed him from his briefs.
“Baby, fuck,” he swore as you slowed your hips down, focusing on stroking him. “So fucking good,” you hummed in agreement against his neck as you matched your strokes with the rut of your hips.
Squeezing the flesh of your ass, he snaked his hands down to your little nub, rubbing small circles until you threw your head back. Swearing under his breath, he took his thumb to his mouth, groaning at your taste. “Who’s all this for?” He asked, possessiveness in the foundation of his tone.
Wrapping his large hand around your hip and squeezing, “Tell me,” he urged.
“You, Bren,” you looked down and stared at him, your eyes getting a bit hazy from the pleasure. “Always you,” the words coming out before you could really think about what you said.
Grasping your face with both of his hands, he placed a desperate and rough kiss on your lips. “Fucking perfect for me.”
“I’m close,” you stuttered, hips desperately trying to chase your release. “Bren,” you shut your eyes and tugged yourself closer to him. Panting against his face, you lifted your hips up before slamming your hips back down to his thigh.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” he mouthed at your neck, hands lovingly caressing your back. “Let go for me.”
Digging your nails into his shoulders, you felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching. Desperately trying to chase it, you rolled your hips faster, your hand abandoning the grip on his cock, instead pressing it to his neck.
“So pretty for me,” he murmured against your skin, his hands moving under your shirt to pinch your nipples. “Always so pretty for me.”
Dipping your head to the crook of his neck, you wrapped your arms around him. Feeling a hand snake up to the base of your neck, you could feel him wrap your hair around his fist and yank gently. Mouth open, you hazily looked at him. “Be a good girl and cum for me,” he instructed. “Cum all over my thigh.”
It was his words that took you over the edge, chanting his name breathlessly, you felt your walls clench around nothing and a thrill running up your spine. Collapsing your body into his, you continued to roll your hips lazily as your arms fell around his shoulders.
“Good girl,” Brendon praised, pressing kisses to your face and neck as he watched you come down from your high. “So fucking good, always coming so well for me.”
“Always want to be good for you, Bren,” you slurred, head falling to his shoulder.
“You are,” he affirmed. Pressing your lips together again, you couldn’t help but press your face as close to his as possible. Your shirt sticking to his chest, you pulled away, foreheads touching. “Look at you, sweetheart,” hand sweeping the hair stuck to your face, he swore that you look more beautiful every time.
“Let me taste you, baby,” you nodded and slowly lifted your hips. Shuddering when he swept his fingers through your folds, slowly placing them into his mouth, you clenched your jaw as you saw how he devoured your release. Humming in pleasure, Brendon looked at you, “My girl always tastes so good.”
Feeling his cock twitch against your thigh and the leaking of his precum, you moved to hold his shaft in your hands. Encircling your fingers around his shaft, you pressed another kiss to Brendon’s lips, hands tightening when you reached his tip.
Before he could place you on his lap fully intending to fill you, you began to kneel on the floor. Your hands on his thighs, you pressed a kiss to his weeping cock. Brendon groaned out your name as he felt his stomach clench at the feeling of your mouth around him.
“Not gonna last baby, not after that,” he warned. He wouldn’t normally admit it to his partners, but with you? He could admit anything, always wanted to tell you what was going through his head. How you made him feel. “Too fucking good for me,” he grunted.
“You taste good, Bren,” this time it was you praising him, like it often did when you were focused on pleasuring him. It wasn’t awkward, it rolled off your tongue like it was second nature. You wanted to let him know just what he does to you. How he feels to you.
Running your tongue along his length, you knew that Brendon was close, any other time you would have done a more thorough job, but you just needed him to fill your mouth. Slowly taking him, you moaned as the salty taste landed on your tongue.
“Slow, baby,” he guided, as he watched you intently. “Don’t need you rushing, mmkay?”
You nodded around his shaft, eyes already tearing up as you swallowed him inch by inch. Forcing yourself to accommodate more, until your nose was flush with his pubic hair. Swallowing around him, you held on until you felt your gag reflex kick in.
“That’s my fucking girl,” he groaned and you watched as he flexed his stomach, hands running through your hair. “Eyes on me, baby,” when you looked up at him, he stroked one of your cheeks. “Gonna take a photo one day, keep it in my wallet, use it when I need it,” he jerked his hips up lightly, shushing you reassuringly when you began to choke.
Letting his words wash through you, realising what he meant, you sucked him harder, nails digging into his thigh. Like always, Brendon knew exactly what was going through your head and body, “You like that? Knowing that I’d get off because of you at work?”
Hand on your cheek, Brendon pinched it slightly, “Maybe I’ll fuck you in my office, you want that?” Removing him from your mouth, you watched as a line of spit connected you both.
“Want you all the time,” you said between kisses to his shaft, swirling your tongue around his tip.
“Of course, you do,” Brendon smirked, then his eyes softened the longer he looked at you (something that you began to notice more and more). Unable to stop the jerk of his hips as you took him back in, Brendon groaned and confessed something he didn’t want to leave his mouth just yet, “I can’t stop thinking about you, ever.”
His cock in your mouth, you felt yourself blush. Finding a new rhythm, you wrapped one hand at the base of his shaft, the other softly fondling his balls. “Fucking,” he swore under his breath, hips jerking upwards causing you to gag. “Shit,” Brendon said, his hand falling from your head, using it to push you away gently.
“Where do you want it, baby?” Hand fisting his cock, as he aimed it towards your mouth. “Want my cum in your mouth? Or maybe on your tits?”
You didn’t say anything, except open your lips, waiting willingly. A feral smile took over his face, as he guided his cock back to your mouth, “Love your fucking mouth, you know that?” He asked, bottom lip between his teeth. “Fucking perfect.”
Sucking his tip, you gladly began to take him into your mouth as Brendon slowly fed you his cock. “That’s my fucking girl,” he looked down at you. “Love having my cock in your mouth, don’t you, princess?”
You couldn’t do anything except look at him with tears starting to pool in your eyes. You could feel him get deeper and your throat starting to constrict. It almost felt too much. Brendon was big, bigger and longer than you’ve ever had. You couldn’t help but not gag as he stayed in your throat.
Groaning, he started to move his hips slowly, taking careful measures to make sure that he wouldn’t hurt you. One hand on the top of your head, he moaned out your name and you watched as his breathing got heavier, eyes closed tight, as he took your hand and gripped it in his.
Swearing under his breath, he tightened his grip on your hand and hair, giving you a warning that he was about to come, you stood up on your knees, trying to relax your throat more. You moved your other hand to his thigh, gripping the soft flesh as you allowed him to use your throat.
Releasing in your mouth, you savoured the salty taste in your mouth as you began to swallow. “That’s a good girl,” Brendon spoke raspily as he started wiping the tears away from your cheeks. “Come on, you can take some more,” he urged.
Swallowing his load, you gripped his base and squeezed up, milking him for all he’s worth. Brendon groaned, head falling back on the couch, his body spent just from your mouth. Peeking down at you with one eye, he smiled, “You’re going to kill me one day.”
Crawling up his body, you slotted yourself where you could fit. Pressing soft kisses against his skin, “But you love it.”
Rubbing your back, he pulled you closer to his body, “Yeah, baby, I do.”
Laying down on his body, legs intertwined with his, you focused back on the tv, eyes fluttering sleepily. You wiggled, trying to get comfortable, fully intending on taking a small nap on him.
“We’re not sleeping on the couch,” he said sleepily, you looked up and saw the exhaustion on his face.
“Is it because you’re old?” You joked, and playfully slapped his chest when he pinched your waist.
“No, it’s because we both sleep better on the bed,” he said factually, wrapping you in his arms, steadying himself, as he got ready to stand up.
“Bren, I can walk myself,” you chided, as you wiggled to get out of his hold. “And you also said that you’re cleaning this up,” you pointed to the little mess that both (mostly you) created on his table.
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“Good?” You asked as you watched him enter the bedroom.
Brendon hummed as he kissed your forehead. Walking over to his dresser, he pulled out some of his clothes, setting them down next to you.
“Don’t want that one,” you shook your head, and pointed to the familiar shirt that you found out was one of his old college shirts.
“Spoilt,” he said flatly.
“You can always say no,” you shrugged as you happily took his shirt, removing the shirt you had on. “Eyes on me, doc,” throwing your worn shirt at his face as you saw him staring at your breasts.
“Just look good, baby,” pecking your lips, Brendon patted your butt as he walked into the bathroom. “We’re almost out of detergent by the way,” he called out from the bathroom. “The one that you like.”
“I can go tomorrow,” you piped up, already fitting it into your schedule. “I have to drop by the store anyway. You said you’re out of those protein bars that you like.”
Walking into the bathroom, he passed your toothbrush (one that he bought for you, it just showed up one day on his counter and you never questioned him), as he placed a tender kiss to your temple. “I can do it.”
“You have back to back surgeries tomorrow, Bren,” you reminded, putting the toothpaste on. “You won’t be back until after dinner, you’re going to be beat.”
Watching him through the mirror, adoration filled your chest as you saw him watch you back. There were too many times where this was the norm for the two of you. Just plain domesticity.
The same thoughts ran through your head from a couple of hours ago. Seeing him here, brushing his teeth was something you wanted to see for the foreseeable future. This was the type of normalcy you never thought you desired, but seeing Brendon woke something up in you.
“What was the place we went to called?” You asked as you looked at your phone.
“Tram’s Kitchen,” Brendon answered, as he walked out of the bathroom, flicking the light off and walking closer to the bed. “Why?”
“I’m writing a review,” you hummed, eyes squinting trying to figure out the right words to describe the food. “Would you say that the food was like home in your mouth, or is that too weird?” You tilted your head and then backspaced.
“You write reviews?” He breathed out a laugh, scooting next to you, as he wrapped his arm around you and looked at your phone over your shoulder.
You peered up at him, a brow arched, “Are you making fun of me?” Seeing the barely hidden smile, you began pouting, “Don’t make fun of me! I really liked their cake!” You defended.
“Not making fun of you baby,” placing a tender kiss on your temple. “I think it’s cute.”
You let your leg slip between his, as you rolled onto his chest, phone still in hand. Looking at him, you pouted. “Your tone seems very mocking.”
He observed you for a bit, in the way you became accustomed to with Brendon Park. He slipped his hands to your lower back, thrumming just above your ass. “Write that their banana cake is so good that your girl will give you head on your couch.”
Your mouth dropped, and you reached up to flick him on the forehead. “Brendon Park!” You scolded, “I am not saying that,” you huffed. “I’m not losing my level eight on local guides.”
“You’re a level eight,” he repeated, and you could hear the teasing tone in his voice.
“Bren, don’t make fun,” you frowned, whining slightly, as you looked back to your phone.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” soothing the small frown on your face, he moved your body so you were more comfortable (and more flushed) against his chest. “I like it,” he placated. “I love that I have a local guide to Pittsburgh.”
“You’ve lived here all your life,” you rolled your eyes.
“But I’m not a level eight though with the locals,” he said playfully.
“Yeah, you’re like a level one, or less, because you’re so you,” you grumbled under your breath. Realising what you said, you paused and looked up at him. Giving him a sheepish smile, “I mean you’re so sweet and you would totally be a level ten,” you placated, your smile turning into something sickeningly sweet.
Placing his hands on your body, Brendon flipped you over, ignoring your gleeful shout of his name. “You’re showing me all of your reviews.”
“So you can steal them?” You shook your head, “No can do, mister.”
He breathed through his nose loudly, but there was a fond smile on his face. “You’re infuriating, you know that.”
“But you love it,” you smiled at him, phone completely forgotten, as you moved your body to align better with his.
Taking a beat of silence, Brendon looked down at you, “Yeah, sweetheart. I do.” Capturing your lips with his softly, he ran his hands under your shirt before taking your breasts in his hands. Looking back up you, he leaned closely and whispered, “Can’t believe I get to fuck a level eight local guide.”
You couldn’t help but the laugh that came out of you, pure unadulterated joy on your face as you took in Brendon’s seemingly serious stare. “Brendon Park! Oh my goodness.”
He shrugged simply and kissed your lips again, “You love it.”
Playing with the hair on the base of his neck, “Yeah, Bren. I do.”
-> coming soon! (next part, but can be read as a standalone!)
bestie i just binge read from “don't go wasting your emotions” and you are truly amazing, the pace of the story, the pining 😩😩 i was never really a fan of park but you have truly brought him into a new light, absolutely amazing work and i can’t wait to read what you have in store 😩😩💗 1000/10 no notes !!!!
yooo, i'm literally like shaking from happiness. like literally opened this, read it, closed it cause it made me so happy.
this one of the best messages that i've ever gotten for my writing.
i love this so much, and this means so much to me. thank you so, so, much!!
sigh, i know this can be seen as toxic sometimes, but...
sukuna always fixing your clothes when you're out.
pulling your top up with a big unapologetic hand when it dips too low, giving a generous view of your breasts.
pulling your skirt down and coming to stand behind you when you bend over carelessly, almost flashing everyone around you.
you can certainly wear whatever you want, he doesn't control you, but there are limits.
"you tryna give everyone a free show or something?"
you smile up at him, carefree, tilting your head all cute. "you'd never let that happen, baby."
"tch." he rolls his eyes playfully, trying to hide his smirk as he slides his arm around your waist, pride filling his chest as he scans the room, sure to scare anyone off that looks at you for too long.
