pairings: Baker!Higuruma x chubby!fem reader x Baker!Nanami
mdni 18+: your lonliness has been at an all time high since your bum ass boyfriend cheated on you. So, you end up in a small bakery where you can eat your sorrows away. But, when you see the two hot owners of the establishment, you wonder whether they can eat you?
includes: chubby/curvy reader | EIFFEL TOWER | pussy eating | fingering | everyone making out w/each other | oral sex (f + m receiving) | food play | squirting | cum everywhere
You're walking around the street alone, dress and hair sticking to your body from the rain, heels nowhere to be found, and mascara running down your puffy cheeks.
You were supposed to meet up at your boyfriend's place for your anniversary dinner. You spent hours on your look. From the products you put in your hair, to the dress that accentuates your gorgeous figure, all the way down to the heels you bought for this occasion. You guys were planning on going to a well known restaurant downtown—well more like you were planning it. Your boyfriend kind of let you take the reins on the whole thing. You made the reservation months in advance and made sure to tell him everyday to cancel any work plans he had that day. So, it is a shocker to you when you walk up to his place, open the door with the spare key he gave you, and see some bitch bouncing on your boyfriend's dick like she has all the time in the world.
You stand there in shock, but it seems like they haven't noticed you from the loud moaning and slapping of skin. So, you decide to do what any normal person would do—scream and start smashing his shit.
You first grab the nearest vase and throw it straight at the wall near their heads grabbing their attention. "The fuck?" screams the chick who's name you don't even care to know. You then take off your heels and chuck each at both of them.
"You asshole! How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through, you fuck it up for some whore?" Your eyes are stinging with tears but you don't dare let them fall. You grab another vase that coincidently contains flowers that you bought him on a whim one day.
"No baby i'm sorry please, it was an accident! She doesn't mean anything I swear!" He has his arms out trying to calm you down. But you are way past calm right now. Not after you've been calm about everything else during this relationship.
The woman stands up and smacks him, "Oh I don't mean anything? That's funny since you were pumping my pussy full of cum for months!" Then everything inside you freezes.
"Months?" You shakily ask.
The woman slowly walks up to you with her hands out, "He's been seeing me for around five months. He never mentioned that he was in a relationship. I promise I would have never gotten with him if he was."
Your blood had run cold, the both of you have been together for about a year. You were going to celebrate that year tonight. A year where you thought you finally met the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you called home. The image shattered completely in the past five minutes.
Slowly, you put the vase down, your eyes move to look at their faces one final time, you turn on your bare heels, and walk out the door with the little bit of dignity you have left.
・❥・
Now back to the present, you are aimlessly walking the dark street. Heartbroken and really fucking hungry, you notice a shop's light on. You trudge your way over to the warm lighting and walk in. With the bell announcing your presence, you take in the atmosphere—soft lights, glass display counter with various pastries that look absolutely delectable, small tables surrounding you, and a little cash register. As you are looking around, you don't notice the two tall shadows looming over you until a large hand is on your shoulder.
"Excuse me miss?" A deep voice rumbled behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and are met with two tall, handsome men. One with blonde hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, and a stern look with a bit of softness in his eyes. The other has dark brown hair, gloomy eyes, and a slightly aquiline nose. Both are beautiful and you start to feel a bit self conscious of your appearance.
"Oh! Hello, I'm sorry for coming in so late, this place was the only one I saw that still had their lights on." You say as your eyes meet the blonde haired man.
"It's alright, but we are closed, we were just cleaning up." The blonde man gestures towards the clock, it reading half past nine.
You politely apologise again and turn to leave but the other man stops you with a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright? You're soaked and barefoot." He points out.
You don't know why but the way these two men are looking at you have you tearing up again. They look at each other once, a silent conversation occurring between them and they immediately start moving. One of them moves you to sit on a chair while the other grabs a towel from the kitchen in the back.
"Are you hungry sweetheart?" The brunette one questions.
"No, I'm alright thank you." You lie. But, right after you say this, your stomach growls in the silence of the bakery. He softly smiles and rises from his chair.
"What would you like to eat? We have an assortment of pastries to pick from." He motions his head over to the display case of pastries.
Your eyes are immediately drawn to the single slice of strawberry shortcake in the case. He notices how your eyes shine bright when you eye the cake. "That's our most popular one, would you like a slice? It's free of charge." He asks you but is already donning gloves to plate it for you.
Once he sets down the cake with a plastic fork, you immediately start digging in. The taste was phenomenal—from the decadent taste of the strawberries, the sponge of the cake, and the way the whipped cream melts on your tongue, you feel like you've tasted a piece of heaven. Not to mention it was served by a very attractive man.
While you are eating, the blonde man comes out with a soft towel and drapes it over your shoulder. You then look up from your plate to see them both looking fondly upon you. Placing your fork down on your plate you thank them both for the delicious cake and ask them for their names.
"Nanami Kento." The blonde responds.
"Higuruma Hiromi." answers the brunette.
"Thank you, to the both of you." You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. They scoot a little closer to you, one on either side of you.
Nanami places a gentle hand on your shoulder, caressing it gently, "What happened darling?"
"Its a long story but overall, my boyfriend of a year cheated on me the day of our anniversary." You choke out, trying not to cry in front of these attractive bakers.
"Forgive me for saying this sweetheart but he's a fucking idiot." Higuruma scoffs, absolutely appalled at the fact that someone could hurt someone as beautiful as you. That someone could make tears run down those gorgeous cheeks.
You laugh at that statement which puts a smile on his face. "I should have seen this coming, I mean you should have seen the girl he was with. She had the body of a model—perfect skin, hair, face. I could never compete." They make eye contact with each other with a frown, then a slow smirk makes way to their faces.
"How would you like to come over to our place? I really don't recommend that you are by yourself during a time like this." Nanami suggests, Higuruma nodding along.
You wave your hands in front of you trying to decline their offer, "Oh I really couldn't impose on you both. This is something I have to deal with by myself."
Your mind is all over the place at the moment. You catch your boyfriend cheating on you, then you end up in a bakery with two handsome bakers that want to take you home with them.
"You know what? Fuck it let's go."
・❥・
Nanami picks you up as if you weighed nothing and carries you to their car because of your lack of shoes. Once he places you in the back seat, cushioned leather seats providing you a sense of comfort, Higuruma sits in the passenger seat and Nanami starts the car. The car roars to life as you all head to their place.
Once you arrive, you notice how nice their complex looks. Tall building with sleek glass windows reflecting everything in view. Before you could open the car door, Higuruma already beat you to it—opening the door and immediately picking you up without breaking a sweat so you don't have to touch the ground with your bare feet.
He carries you with Nanami trailing behind him to the elevator, clicks a floor number and you all stand there as the elevator slowly rises. It is silent until you start giggling, finding this entire ordeal hilarious. The men look at you a bit confused until they chuckle to themselves as well—deep voices rumbling off the walls and Higuruma's chest sending calming vibrations throughout your body.
The elevator door dings as you all reach their floor. You make it inside the apartment and it's a very cozy atmosphere. Dim lighting all around, small kitchen enough for two people, a living room with some soft throw blankets, and a little coffee table with some magazines.
Higuruma finally places you down on the hardwood floor and they both watch you walk further in, admiring the slight gleam in your eyes as you take in the place. Nanami speaks up, "Would you like to take a shower?" He offers and your eyes immediately perk up. This whole situation had your mind so scrambled that you didn't even realize that you looked a mess.
"Yes please." You respond thankful, walking with him to the bathroom. He hands you a towel, toothbrush, and spare pajamas that definitely belong to one of them. You close the door to the bathroom and actually take a good look at yourself in the mirror over the sink. Your face streaked with mascara and eyeliner, eyes puffy, hair damp, and dress slowly drying up. You look like a mess and everything comes back to the forefront of your brain. The way the woman was on top of him, the shock in his face for being caught, the shattered vase, all of it comes back. Your eyes begin watering again and you start to sniffle, then sob, finally allowing yourself to break.
Removing your clothes, you step in the shower to hopefully wash off this whole night. You scrub your face hard enough to wash off every remnant of your tears, wash the rain water out of your hair, and scrub the rest of your body.
Stepping out of the shower, you change into the clothes they lended you. Large tshirt over the clean boxers that hug your thighs and ass beautifully. Brushing your teeth— you take a look into the mirror again at your much cleaner state. You walk out of the bathroom and you hear movement coming from another room. Following the sounds of footsteps and rustling, you reach a bedroom. Peeking inside you see both men folding blankets and fluffing pillows. They notice you at the door and with gentle smiles, gesture for you to come in.
"You can stay here as long as you would like." Nanami said. "We will take the couches."
You don't know why you said the next words that came out of your mouth but something about the way they have looked at you, made a warmth bloom in your chest, so you told them, "If it's not too much trouble, you could both say here with me? The bed is big enough for all three of us."
They stare at you for a beat before nodding and you all get comfortable on the king size bed. Nanami lying on your left and Higuruma your right, and you—surrounded by the warmth of two men who came to your rescue, you all drift off to sleep.
・❥・
The sun is shining through the blinds when you wake up alone in bed. The warmth of the two bakers gone. You look around for any sign of them until your eyes stumble across a note on the nightstand:
We left for the bakery, you may help yourself to anything in our home. Stop by around closing to try our new poundcake recipe.
Nanami: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Higuruma: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Text or call us if you need anything.
You smile at the note and grab your phone to put both of their numbers in. Not wanting to go to the solitude of your apartment, you decide to lounge around the apartment for the day, preparing small meals for yourself—not really feeling like eating but have to for the sake of your health.
Once you check the clock, you see that it is almost closing at the bakery. You don't want to show up wearing pajamas so you call for a ride to your house to freshen up. Once you've changed you make your way to the bakery. Walking through the door, you don't see anyone around so you call out to them. There was no answer but you hear the clash of some type of pot or pan and you immediately head towards the back area.
As you get closer to the kitchen, you hear groans along with small smacking noises. When you finally reach the noise, what you see makes your jaw drop for the second time in 24 hours. There in the kitchen is Nanami and Higuruma deeply making out with one another. Higuruma leaning against a metal table in the center of the kitchen while Nanami is roughly gripping his hips.
You're standing there for a good two minutes watching them shove their tongues down each other's throats before Higuruma notices your presence. He pulls away from Nanami and that makes him turn to you as well.
"Hello sweetheart, are you enjoying the show?" Higuruma chuckles.
"I-I didn't mean to stare, I just heard a loud bang and-"
"It's alright darling," Nanami interrupts, "You can join if you'd like."
"But you told me to come over to try a new poundcake reci-" You cut yourself off, finally connecting the dots.
"Ah~ you finally understood the message," Higuruma says while slowly walking up to you, circling you like a shark—Nanami doing the same.
On any other day, a situation like this would make you feel scared and disgusted, but right now, you just feel a heat pooling down in your core. A heat that only they could fix.
"Tell us you don't want this sweetheart, and we'll stop." Nanami whispers in your ear.
Your face feels like it's on fire from their intense stares. Both of them come closer to you, invading your space and filling your senses with their scent. Higuruma plants a soft kiss on your neck which makes you moan softly. Nanami follows suit with a sweet kiss on the other side of your neck. "Please, don't stop."
You are then grabbed by the waist and pulled against Higuruma's chest, his hands roaming your plump body. Namami's hands find purchase on your chest, lightly squeezing and grazing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Higuruma's hands slide down to your soft hips and he rubs small circles in an almost comforting gesture.
"May I take this off?" Nanami tugs at the hem of your top. You nod, but that's not enough for him, "Use your words darling." He watches your eyes intensely as you open your mouth to speak, "Yes, please." He smiles and slowly lifts the garment over your head, exposing your torso to the slight chill in the air. He moves a hand to the back of your bra, unclipping it slowly to give you time if you want to back out. Once he removes it, he lightly grazes your pebbling nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
"Gorgeous," He murmurs seemingly to himself, "So perfect."
He leans down to kiss the valley of your breasts while Higuruma watches. You move your hand to the nape of his neck, breathing heavy at the softness of his lips touching your skin. Higuruma's hands drift lower to take off your skirt and graze his fingertips over your cute panties.
Your breath hitches when he pulls them to the side and pulls apart your drenched folds with his index and middle finger, exposing your cunt to the air. "Your drenched baby—did watching us make out turn you on that much?" He chuckles in your ear, the rumbling from his chest making your body burn with need.
He takes his fingers and starts to slowly rub small circles on your clit, drawing soft moans from your throat. Nanami catches your moans in a long kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip to grant him access and you open your mouth wider to let him in. The kiss is sloppy, wet, still trying to catch up with his rhythm. You moans grow louder as Higuruma sticks a finger inside your warm hole, groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tight. He whispers in your ear, "Relax sweetheart, let us take care of you."
Nanami releases your lips from that bruising kiss, leaving you in a daze. He holds your face in his large hands, thumbs slightly brushing your cheeks, "What would you like us to do sweet girl? This is for you." You look into his eyes that are boring into yours and you whisper, "I need your mouth, here." You gesture towards your pussy that is currently being filled by Higuruma's fingers.
Letting go of your face, Nanami slowly goes down on his knees, breathing over your spread lips before licking a long stripe up from Higuruma's fingers to your clit. You let out a loud moan that is cut off by Higuruma turning your head to capture your lips in another searing kiss.
The only noises in the kitchen are the squelching wetness of Nanami's tongue and Higuruma's fingers going in and out of your pussy—both of them going faster once your moans become louder and you start to clench around them. It all reaches a peak once he presses against that soft spot inside of you, making you see stars, "ohmygod—fuuuck" you moan as you release all over his fingers and Nanami's face.
They let you take a breath by placing you on top of the counter in the center of the room. You watch them get undressed completely, removing their chef jackets, aprons, and trousers until they are in nothing but their shoes.
"Are you okay sweet girl? Do you think you can handle both of us?" Nanami smirks at your shocked expression, but you get off the table to stand in front of him. You start wiggling your hips, rubbing your ass against Nanami's cock but he stops you. You're confused until you look up and see Higuruma standing in front of you holding a container of what appears to be buttercream and a spatula.
He opens the container, sticks a finger inside and scoops a little bit of the cream, and smears it on your lips. You stick out your tongue and you pause. It tasted amazing—it wasn't too sweet or dense, the perfect balance of light and fluffy. Nanami turns your head towards him to lick the remaining cream off, moaning into your mouth.
"Delicious," Nanami moans into your mouth, "I could get used to this."
You giggle as you lean down to plant a feather light kiss to the tip of Higuruma's cock. His breath hitches as you go from a kiss to kitten licks. While you are doing this, he takes the spatula, picking up some cream and smearing a dollop on your back. He places the container and spatula down on the table and grabs some of your hair to move you on his cock. While this is happening, Nanami grabs your ass, drags his cock over your slick and moves it inside your swollen pussy in one push.
You moan around Higuruma's cock—the vibrations causing him to moan out into the air. With both of them filling you on both ends, they start to move—Higuruma moving forward, pushing you into Nanami, and Namani pushing you back into Higuruma. The feeling is overwhelming but feels amazing. You feel them getting closer together then hear the smacking noises that you heard earlier happening above you. You take your mouth off of Higuruma's cock and turn your head to look up and see both of them making out right over your back.
Higuruma breaks apart from Nanami to look down at you, "Did I say you could stop?" He growls as he grabs your hair and moves you back to his cock. Both men bend down to lick at the cream on your back —tongues lapping up the sticky substance before going back to roughly kissing each other.
It is a mess of skin slapping together and moans coming from all around. You all find a comfortable rhythm. Their hands explore your whole body—groping your plump breasts, squeezing your hips, and Nanami's hand travels down to your clit. He rubs languid circles while fucking into you, pushing Higuruma's cock deeper into your mouth.
"I bet your boyfriend couldn't ever fuck you like this. He couldn't make a gorgeous woman like yourself feel this good." Nanami's voice rumbles behind you.
"mhmmm~" You moan around Higuruma's cock, trying to respond.
"I think her mouth is full Kento." Higuruma laughs, pushing the rest of his cock into your warm mouth. Tears are welling up in your eyes as his happy trail tickles your nose. Your starting to feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach as you near your second orgasm of the night. You notice they are close too because of the quickening pace of their cocks.
"Where do you want our cum baby?" One of them say but you are so fucked out you can't make out who.
You pull off Higuruma's cock to respond, "I-I want it inside-haah-please I need it."
He grabs your face and caresses your jaw before using his other hand to grab a handful of your hair and shove your mouth back on him. You feel Nanami's hips stutter before he stills and fills up your pussy with continuous ropes of cum.
Higuruma's iron grip in your hair tightens as he fills your throat with his cum, making you swallow every drop. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you spill all over Nanami's cock. Your legs shake almost collapsing before Nanami wraps his arms around you to hold you up.
He carries you to sit on the table, the cold metal a distinct contrast on your warm and swollen ass from the intensity of Nanami's pelvis smacking against you. Higuruma comes to give you a glass of water and you nod your head thankful.
"Drink up pretty, because we aren't done with you yet." Your eyes refocus on Higuruma's hungry gaze, "You still haven't come on my cock."
After tonight, your life was changed, forever.
a/n: Here it is guysss, I really hope you enjoyed reading it! This is from a poll that I posted a while back so I tagged everyone who commented under that post and the teaser I posted. So, if you wanna be tagged in any future works, let me know! Plz remember to take care of yourselves however that may look like, take breaks when you need to, and remember that i'm rooting for you regardless of your situation. Love you all so much <3
~ likes, reblog, and comments are greatly appreciated <3
~ dividers by @designlikenonsense and someone plz lmk where the last divider comes from I completely forgot (i'm sorry)
~ art by @ilameys_1 on instagram
CONTENT WARNING. MDNI, fem! reader, law student! reader, lawyer higuruma, 6.9k words, age gap (24&36), fluff & smut, slow burn? game of thrones references, porn with plot, unprotected sex, office sex, rough? sex, sloppy makeouts, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, higuruma is an EATER, spit, praise, choking, pussy spanking, dirty talk, belly bulge, big dick higuruma, he loves eye contact, dacryphilia? he’s mean & cocky if you squint. enjoy! ⇢
your pen sits between your teeth as your eyes switch from the thick textbook splayed open on your kitchen island and your laptop screen.
the cursor blinks for the millionth time in your setup word document. countless words plastered in that irritating format of times new roman size twelve that you’ve done a thousand times over.
words mutter under your breath as you multitask in reading, taking notes, and applying the newfound information to your assignment.
“hey, is your prof still asking you guys to take internships?”
your roommate comes from hibernating out of her room, eyes glued to her phone as she saunters over to the kitchen.
you barely catch the words that fly out her mouth, brows furrowing as you look up from your work for the first time in hours. the swivel stool you sat on creaks as you sit up straighter, cringing from how long you held that crouching position.
“uh…. no.” you shake your head, confused as to why she brought it up. she was never the type to dwell on your life as a law student unless overhearing about a case study that seemed ‘too juicy’ to skip out on. “deadline’s like, next week so they’re just talking about the paper due the week after to describe our experience so far.”
“oh.” she says, sounding surprised. “well, did you find anything?”
you hum. “i’ve got an interview tomorrow. it’s multi-hire so i’ve got a good chance. why?”
“nothing really.” she shrugs, taking a breath as she scavenges the freezer, grabbing the first pint of ice cream she sees. “a friend of my cousin works at this law firm and i think she said they’re looking for a temp since she’s going out of the country for a while.”
you nod, chewing on the end of your pen. “send me their info. i’ll check it out.”
so that’s exactly what you do. your roommate helps you exchange information with this friend who you’ve learned to be is a young woman named shimizu. she worked as a assistant for an independent defense attorney, higuruma hiromi.
you’ve heard his name a few times from news outlets, primarily known to take on difficult cases but nonetheless highly skilled and quite honestly a prime example of what you hoped to become as far as talent.
shimizu was going overseas for a little over half a year. that’s entirely way more than what your assignment calls for but you would be paid well plus it could serve as the perfect job to strengthen your experience in law.
it didn’t take much for shimizu to hire you, her eagerness to hurry up and leave was clear. she sent you an email describing her normal routine, things to keep an eye on that higuruma normally forgets and a warning to just be patient for any cases he picks up.
naturally, you were nervous. palms sweating as you clutched your purse and tucked the folder shimizu provided tightly between your arm.
your heels clack with each step you make up into the building then finally, in bold letters, ‘higuruma law office’. you knock, looking around as you wait for a response.
“come in.”
the voice is so deep it sends chills down your spine. anxiety pools your chest as you twist the handle, making slow hesitant steps into the office.
it’s small but not cramping and fairly neat. you continue forward, making your presence known. who you assume to be higuruma sits at a chair, pen scribbling against a paper at an incredible speed.
he doesn’t look up at first, deeply sighing and too focused on the work in front of him. that is until he takes notice of your silence following your entry. his eyes immediately lift, dragging over your attire for a momentary second. “i’m sorry.” he clears his throat, standing then approaching you with his hand out. “how can i help you?”
“i… uhm… i’m y/n.” you meet his hand with a nervous smile. “i’m filling in for shimizu?” it’s embarrassing how unsure you sound as if you hadn’t met shimizu yourself telling you detail for detail about the duties of the job.
his brows furrow slightly as he slowly slips his hand from your weak grip. he checks his watch then runs his fingers through his hair. “right, right. i forgot about that…” he sighs, moreso to himself and then nods, pointing to the empty cubicle beside his. “take a seat, did shimizu already inform you on what we’re currently working on?”
you nod, carefully setting your belongings down and making yourself comfortable on the chair.
“could i see? if you don’t mind.” he stands over you, watching as you turn the monitor on with quickness and log in to your email account, surfing through the important ones you had starred before finally landing on shimizu’s.
higuruma leans over, his presence immediately makes you feel small and you can slightly feel the weight of his chest as he gently grabs the mouse from your hand.
you keep your eyes on the screen, fiddling with your fingers while he looks at the lengthy details relayed. suddenly, he takes a breath then clicks forward and slides the keyboard over.
“looks good.” he finally stands, eyes dropping down to you. “we’ll just be working on that for today. if anything changes i’ll let you know.”
for the first three weeks of working for higuruma goes the same way. coming into the office, saying hello, and him sharing any updates on the current case. some days call for extremely long hours, others are your typical. then there were days like today where you’d be traveling together and have to stay overnight at hotels.
one room, separate beds.you and higuruma hadn’t crossed that bridge of being comfortable with one another just yet. it was still awkward smiles and brief exchanges of conversation only in relation to work.
with the work day being over, you showered and decided to walk around the hotel for a bit, maybe grab a bite to eat. you also brought your textbooks and laptop so you could use the time to study for the baby bar you have coming up.
you sat at a table, eating as you focus on your studies. no more than half an hour passes when a figure approaches your table.
“mind if i sit?”
your eyes lift at the deep voice, widening for a short second as you realize it to be higuruma’s. he stands there in a plain black t-shirt and same colored plaid pajama pants with a plate of food in his hand.
it was different to see him in a more cosy state rather than being suited up. when you focus on the fact he’s still there, tilting his head as he waits on your response you sit up and nod a bit frantically.
“yes—yes, of course. please sit.” you gesture to the seat ahead of you which he takes.
it’s silent for a moment as you’re more frigid now, eyes glued to your book without reading a damn thing. higuruma pops a fry into his mouth, looking around the semi-packed dining area before returning his attention to you. “you’re still in school?”
you nod, “in my first year.”
he raises a subtle brow at that which you don’t even notice considering you’ve found it difficult to always make eye contact with him.
“first year?” he hums, chewing down on another fry. “you’re young.”
“i guess…” you laugh shyly. “it’s not like you’re old.”
he smiles at that, leaning in with his elbows on the table as he continues to take singular bites of his food. “you don’t think so? how old do you think i am?”
you shrug, finally lifting your eyes to scan the features of his face.
he was obviously older than you but you only deduced that from the way he talks and conducts himself yet he didn’t share any facial features that gave away his age.
“thirty?” you squint, not wanting to guess too high and he gets offended.
he chuckles, shaking his head. “no, but i’m honored you thought that low. i’m thirty six.”
“still young.” you smile, dropping your eyes back down.
“so what’re you learning?” he sighs, leaning back again, spreading his long legs to be more comfortable and points at your books.
“nothing really.” you mumble. “just studying for the baby bar.”
“wow…” he nods partially in shock, suddenly thinking of the age gap between you. it’s been so long since his days of staying up all day and all night long when preparing for that exam. “you think you’ve got it? i could help you out.”
you definitely don’t got it. there were still at least another two months before you’d have to take the exam. all the current information you were learning was still processing and quite honestly you had a habit of doubting your skills and weren’t sure if you’d be able to get the score you’re aiming to achieve.
you shake your head at higuruma’s offer. “no, it’s okay. you already have so much going on. i rather not add to that.”
“i’m offering.” he smiles warmly, wanting to assure that it wasn’t a big deal as he crosses his arms lazily across his chest.
it’s only for second that you ogle the surprising size of his bicep when it’s contracted. you shake your head again. “i’ll be fine. thank you though. i appreciate it.”
higuruma hums not pushing any further on the subject. “do you drink?” he asks after swallowing down a bite of his burger.
“sometimes.” you shrug, clicking through your documents of notes that you were hardly paying attention to with higuruma making small conversation.
“would you like to drink now?”
the second time you look at him you see the teasing look in his own as if he’s urging you to loosen up for the night. he’s clearly in the mood to get to know you. perhaps one night of a few drinks wouldn’t be so bad.
“i suppose…” you sport a bashful smile, clicking out of your tabs and shutting down your laptop. you set it aside with your textbooks as higuruma orders your first round of drinks.
it starts off timid as if he’s testing the waters with some cocktails then began to try a little of everything. tropical drinks, shots, beer, and wine. of course you limited yourself to one of each— aside from the shots due to the fact you had a busy day tomorrow but it was surely enough to get you a bit passed tipsy.
higuruma proved to be holding his liquor better than you, smiling fondly as you babble on about the targaryen family line. at first he was curious about a video you were laughing at from tiktok and had to explain it was from game of thrones. you then learned he never watched the show and thought he’d find major interest in it.
you would yap about the politics, power, family, loyalty, and corruption. though once you got to the targaryens, higuruma had to pause at the mention of inbreeding.
“so what’s the difference between velaryons’s and targaryen’s?”
“velaryon and targaryen are house names.” you giggle, toying with your straw. “family lines. being valyrian is like, their racial background.”
“interesting…” he nods, sipping on his rum & coke. “and what’s the relationship between uh… daenerys? and jon?”
“i really shouldn’t be telling you this.” you laugh. “don’t you want to watch it now?”
“…i guess you’re right.” he grins, followed by a sigh as he stretches his arms over his head. “should we watch it tonight?”
you check the time on your phone, it was late. nearing midnight. it was tempting to indulge in a late night watch of one of your favorite shows but you’d probably regret it by the morning.
you bite down on your bottom lip, hiding the smile that wants to show. “it’s late…” you sigh out. “we probably shouldn’t.”
“then let’s start now.” he urges, opening his wallet and dropping a few dollars to cover the tab and allow the server to end their night with a more than generous tip. “c’mon.” he gestures his head, holding his hand out to you.
even with being a little drunk, you still felt shy coming in such close contact with higuruma. as you lifted your hand to connect with his, he guided you through the hotel and it grew quieter upon reaching the elevators.
he’s still holding your hand, waiting for them to open. you attempt to ignore the way his thumb gently brushes against your skin rhythmically and how this must look to bystanders. the thought is cut short when the doors finally split open and higuruma lets go of your hand to palm your lower back.
higuruma follows you in, pressing the floor number. you stand side by side, him humming a soft tune whilst you stare down at your feet to avoid meeting his stare that you could feel burning into you.
it was like a breath of fresh air upon reaching your floor and seeing the doors open. higuruma places his hand to your back again, guiding you down the quiet hall before reaching your room.
he presses the keycard to the sensor, following you in. you take slow steps inside, dropping your laptop and textbook onto your bed.
“what’s it on?” he huffs, turning on the tv.
you make yourself comfortable under the sheets, sighing in relief from the cold. “hbo.”
he surfs for a few seconds before shaking his head. “i don’t think this tv has that.”
“oh…” you frown then look at your laptop. “i mean, we could watch it on my laptop?”
he turns, thinking on what that means.
you both knew that meant laying down on the same bed, next to each other. he rubs his chin in thought. “only if you’re okay with it.”
your body grows hot but you nod slowly, scooting over to make space for him. he eyes the empty space for a few seconds, making hesitant steps forward. “are you sure? we could always watch it another time.”
“…it’s okay.” you spoke softly. “i want to watch it with you.”
he smiles at that, proceeding to lift up the covers and tuck himself under the covers beside you. the immediate warmth of his skin brushes yours and the two of you look at each other the moment he’s settled.
his eye contact is so intense and… unsettling almost that it has chills run down your spine. you want to look away but higuruma speaks up before you can.
“you’re really shy for a future lawyer.”
your brows furrow at his statement. “m’not.”
“you are.” he chuckles, eyes low as he can feel the crash from all the drinks overtake him.
“i think it’s just you.” you boldly argue.
he raises a brow. “yeah? what about me makes you so shy?”
you open your mouth but nothing can follow through especially with him so close you can feel your stomach churn when you catch yourself looking at his lips. “just… shut up.” you huff, grabbing for your laptop.
higuruma laughs, watching you log into hbo, searching for game of thrones. he steps out of the bed momentarily to turn off the lights before you can press start.
you settle the laptop atop both your legs, sighing as you press play on the first episode.
within the first thirty minutes, you fall asleep, your head rested against higuruma’s shoulder. he stayed up through three episodes, thoroughly enjoying the cause of events but forced himself to go to sleep or else he’d be having a rough day.
by the time the morning comes and your alarm goes off, you groan softly, eyes struggling to flutter open. you aimlessly search for your phone, shutting off the annoying sound before laying back down but then you feel a touch of skin.
you fully open your eyes, face twisting in fear at the sight of higuruma in your bed sound asleep. you weren’t that drunk where you didn’t remember wanting to watch game of thrones together but you weren’t sure why he stayed on your bed through the rest of the night.
you poked him, the action immediately waking him up. he breathes heavily, eyes fluttering open. he turns his head to face you. “good morning.”
“…morning.” you mumble, all the slight confidence you gained last night completely gone. though you did feel a certain comfortability now around him.
“sleep okay?” he husks out, lifting himself from the bed.
you nod, nervously twisting the sheets.
he checks the time. it was still early and you wouldn’t be meeting with your client until the afternoon. “do you want breakfast?”
“sure.”
“anything in particular?” he grabs his keys from the nightstand, swinging them around his pointer finger.
“your choice.” you shrug.
he hums. “go shower. get dressed. i’ll be back.”
you do as he says, showering, getting dressed, then eat breakfast with him once he gets back.
the day follows on as planned, you meet with the client, discuss the case, write down details, aim to search for more evidence and layout options.
for the next few weeks, you spent long hours traveling with higuruma to collect more evidence in support of your case. for a time you were able to juggle all the work but the stress of your bar exam coming up was starting to take a toll.
you wanted more time to study but you also had to sacrifice a lot of time to help higuruma. so you start to force yourself to stay up most nights, hardly getting any sleep, caffeine intake drastically rising.
it not only began to present itself through your physical presence but with the way you interacted with higuruma. at first he could understand having been in your position of working between school, studying, and work but as the weeks passed he noticed your decline was starting to affect your work performance.
he’d allow for a few things to slide but not at the risk of a client's future behind bars. so when he asks you a question and you remain too zoned out to answer, he’ll sigh.
“y/n.”
“hm?” you’ll hum, pen twisting between your teeth, completely focused on the textbook laid out.
“look at me.” he commands, tone still gentle as he waits for your eyes to meet his. higuruma was completely aware of your inability to do so but he couldn’t care at the moment. so when you only lift them for a second as if to show you were listening then drop them back to your computer screen he shakes his head with a sigh.
you don’t even notice him stand then come around to palm your chair until he shuts your laptop closed and snatches the pen from your hand. he ignores your surprised reaction. “is this becoming too much for you?”
you frown, opening your mouth to say something but you can’t follow through. instead you shake your head.
he spins you in your seat, forcing you to face him. “can you look at me when i’m speaking to you, please?”
“higuruma, i’m sorry—” you start with a small pout, not listening to what he asked.
“you don’t need to apologize. just look at me.”
it’s silent for a few seconds and you finally flicker your eyes up to look at him. a hand rests on the chair, the other on your desk completely caging you in. you can smell the strong but warm scent of his cologne that radiates off his skin and clothes.
“is this too much for you?” he asks again. “i can give you a break.”
“n-no.” you deny his inquisition. “the work is fine. it’s just… the studying. i’ve got my exam coming up really soon, i’m sorry.”
“it’s fine.” he assures, “look, on the weekends and on our breaks, i’ll help you study. it’s not nice seeing you like this, okay?”
you nod and he stands at his full height, comfortably squeezing your shoulder then patting your head. “take a nap. you look like you need it.”
there was about one more month left until you’d have to take the exam and higuruma keeps through on his promise and dedicates any moment of extra time he has to help you study.
his methods actually allowed you to gain more sleep, balance work more appropriately, and retain the information easier. you genuinely felt like you were learning. you even complimented higuruma on his skills of teaching, claiming that he’d make a great professor.
this continues throughout the month until it was time for the actual day. he helped you study in the morning for a bit, not too much as he didn’t want to override your brain. he got you breakfast and decided to drop you off at the testing site.
“i’ll be right here, okay?”
you nod, looking at him with a solemn smile. you hesitate at first but overwhelmed by your emotions you reach over the console to give him a hug. “thank you…”
he lets out a breath that sounds close to a laugh, hands coming around to circle your body. his palm rubs up and down your back in a comforting motion. “you’ve got this.” he whispers. “good luck.”
you head into the building, gone for a total of three and a half hours. he fell asleep in the car for about an hour until he hears three rampant knocks to the passenger window.
he sees your figure standing there with other individuals following out the building. immediately, he unlocks the door, watching you hop into the car without a word.
“how do you think you did?” he sighs, turning the ignition of the car.
you can only shrug, anxiety riddled through your body. passing was the only option for you. you opted out in taking it the first month the exam is taken so you’d have more time to study. this was your last chance or else you wouldn’t be able to advance in your studies.
higuruma takes in your worrisome expression, reaching his hand out to gently squeeze your shoulder. “should we go out for some drinks?”
you let out a small laugh, looking at him and nodding.
the two of you settle for some small bar, doing the same as before. indulging in every kind of drink but still keeping limitations. eventually, higuruma suggested to watching game of thrones and you in your slightly drunk state of mind couldn’t deny.
you end up at his home because you were too scared of what your roommate might say if you brought higuruma home. you step into the threshold, eyes wide as you stare around in awe.
“why is it so empty?” you giggle, noticing the lack of… anything.
it was as if he simply bought the house and disregarded buying any furniture, dishes, and utensils. does he even live here? was your initial thought as you scavenged through his pantry, cabinets, and refrigerator only to find nothing that could saturate your hunger.
“i spend most of my time at the office.” he huffs, tugging off his suit jacket and tossing it on his sofa. “i mainly come back here to shower and change clothes.”
you hum, clutching your purse as you continue to look around, dragging your fingers along surfaces.
that’s sort of become your lifestyle too now. you’ve no doubt seen higuruma more than your own roommate— which supported why you definitely couldn’t bring him over without warning.
he steps towards you, pointing to your purse and jacket. “would you like to shower?”
“that’d be nice…” you nod, handing him your belongings to toss with his jacket.
he grabs an extra towel he luckily had and his pajamas for you to wear since you didn’t have any clothes of your own. “i plan to order some food, do you want anything in particular?”
“dealer’s choice.” you smile at him. he nods, leaving you to shower as he picks on what to eat. you shower for about half an hour as you spent half of that time snooping around his restroom for any indication of a woman being here.
it was surely none of your business but you couldn’t help but find yourself intrigued by higuruma. naturally, amongst the things you wondered about was if he shared a life with someone. though it should’ve been obvious with the way he never spends his time at home and the simple fact of you being here.
you dried yourself off, putting on his clothes and unsure of where to put the used towel, you walk into his bedroom searching for a hamper. though you find yourself eager to just look around. there wasn’t much to find except for the basics.
you open his closet and find a wide range of suits all in black and white along with his pajamas that were the same color. he also had a distinct collection of watches and cologne.
you end up spraying the different fragrances into the air, adoring the mixture of them being woody, earthy, and citrusy. you take one, spraying it onto yourself.
“having fun?”
you turn fast on your feet, startled by his voice. he sports a teasing smile and you can’t help but feel your body grow hot in embarrassment. “um… sorry…” you laugh nervously, placing the cap back on to the cologne and settling it back in its original spot.
he shakes his head, fond of how you looked, “it’s alright. i ordered chinese.” he then hands you the remote to the tv and his phone for you to track the food. “log in to hbo. i’ll go take a quick shower.”
you nod, heading back out and taking a seat on his sofa. you log into hbo and as you waited, you ended up using his phone to scroll through tiktok. you definitely could’ve used your own but it felt more fun to use his considering the fact he didn’t even have the app in the first place.
the food arrived and within ten minutes after higuruma was done with his shower, fully dressed. he was wearing the same thing as you with the exception of his clothes looking larger on your frame.
he takes a seat beside you, spreading out the arrangement of food he bought on the mini table he had. you press play on the show and hour after hour you felt happier, completely forgetting that you even had an exam today. forgetting that you spent months worrying about this very day all thanks to higuruma.
you always grew a certain amount of courage after drinking so it went without a thought for you to sigh after feeling full then lean sideways to rest your head on his shoulder.
“thank you for today.” you mumble, eyes glued to the screen.
higuruma’s sprawled back, legs spread until you lean against him.
he doesn’t want to think too hard about the current proximity, simply enjoying the moment as he throws an arm around you so you’d feel more comfortable snuggling up to him.
“you deserved it.” he squeezes you gently and you don’t say anything in response, just cozying up to him some more.
from that day, you and higuruma grew closer than ever and you began to notice that you often thought about him, smiled at him more, opened up, and gained the courage to look at him longer.
with every compliment, touch, and night that you spent at his house watching game of thrones whilst eating food, there was no denying that you shared particular feelings for him.
and as the weeks past, you began to wonder what you should do with these feelings until the time came where the scores for the bar exam were out. the two of you were sat in the office per usual, and you received an email notification describing that the scores for the exam were out and where to check them.
you swallowed thickly, logging in to your admissions portal.
“did you ever get a copy of the prosecution's discovery?” higuruma asks, mindlessly flipping through a file.
his question is followed by silence and he’ll lift his head. “y/n?”
upon the continuous silence, higuruma rolls on his chair, peeking his head over to your cubicle to see you hiding your face and your shoulders shaking. concerned at the sight, he stands, and approaches you to palm your shoulder and that’s when he begins to understand that you’re crying when a fragile sob falls past your lips.
his heart burns at the broken sound. “what’s wrong?” his eyes lift to your monitor and see the familiar page of the exam results. he scrolls through the letter to see you’ve passed.
a laugh of relief spills from his throat, glad that your reaction isn’t due to any devastating news. his hand circles around your wrist and tugs at it. “come here.”
you slowly stand, allowing your emotions to flow upon feeling his arms encircle you tightly. you’ll cry into his chest, managing to thank him through your tears. he’ll shush you, rubbing at your back and cradling the back of your head.
“you did such a good job.” he murmurs into your hair.
he continues to mumble praises into your hair and ear, holding and consoling you until your crying has calmed down. once he hears you letting out small breaths to control your breathing, he pulls back, wiping at your tear stained cheeks. “i’m so proud of you.”
your body grows hot at the compliment paired with his stare as he gently cups your cheek, thumb swiping across the skin.
you let out a shaky breath, not sure if it was from your crying or that feeling pooling between your legs. your eyes drop down to his lips then back up to his eyes. higuruma does the same and you can’t help but curl your fingers around his dress shirt.
both of your breathing picks up and neither of you are sure of what to do in this moment. you can feel his free hand drop from your back then down to your waist as you each exchange flickering looks between your lips and eyes.
“higuruma…” you breathe out and he shakes his head, closing his eyes then pressing his forehead to yours.
“hiromi.” he corrects, switching his hand that cups your cheeks to palm the back of your neck. “my name… say it. that’s all i need.”
you fight the whine that bubbles in your throat, gripping tightly onto him as you open your mouth. “hiromi…”
he gives in at the immediate desperation his name holds, roughly pressing you against him so your lips could meet.
the two of you have your hands moving everywhere along your bodies and a gasp rushes from your lungs as he frantically lifts you onto the desk.
items clatter everywhere as he knocks them away whilst dipping his tongue into your mouth. it’s frantic and eager the way your mouths clash together. soft groans and moans spilling into the air as papers crumble beneath your figure.
you kick off your heels as hiromi hikes your skirt around your hips, pressing your back against the surface and knocking your legs open with his knees, revealing the lace panties hidden underneath them.
he presses himself against you with a rough groan, one hand hoisting your leg at his waist, whilst the other taps your cheek then grips your face to press into them. “open.”
your jaw widens, and hiromi hums before spitting in your mouth then leaning in to connect your lips again.
he’s hard and big.
it’s all you can think of as your tongues mesh together in perfect harmony.
weeks of built up feelings that you both tried so hard to fight all falling at the seams. you reach up to tug at his black roots as he unconsciously ruts himself against your clothed core.
you take advantage when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva following with him. his lips are swollen and covered in spit as he leans down to kiss along your jaw, then suck at the skin of your neck. you pant feverishly against his ear, gripping tighter onto him each time his bulge connects with your clit just right.
deep shaky breaths fly through his nose as rolls his hips, eyes squeezing tightly from the tightness building in his pants. it felt so fucking good to hear those soft whimpers and moans escape your lips. “feels so good.” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. you two practically rubbing against each other like bunnies in heat without even starting the main course.
you whimper feeling yourself clench around nothing. your hands grasp for higuruma and he hums, kissing just below your ear. “gonna cum?”
you nod, mouth slacked open as he breathes harshly against your neck. “that’s okay, sweetheart.” he huffs, using his free hand to travel down between your bodies. fuck, he thinks the moment his fingers feel how drenched your panties are. your eyes blow wide as he pinches your clothed clit then rubs in tight circles. “you can cum, it’s okay.”
“oh my god.” you tremble and writhe against his lengthy figure, clawing at his back and arms as you feel lost on what to hold on with your orgasm building every second.
he stops the movement of his hips, grasping your neck so you’d be staring straight at him as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “come on.” he licks his lips, maintaining the eye contact he forces you to hold. “i wanna see you. you’re almost there.”
“hiromi—” you choke on the air, threatening to close your eyes but he shakes your head, warning you to keep them open as your body trembles from the euphoria that overcomes you.
“good job.” he wipes at your forehead and cheeks, standing to his full height. you use his tie to lift yourself up, meeting your lips again and immediately sloshing your tongue with his. while he fumbles to unbutton your shirt you do the same then aggressively toss off his tie. his large hands grope at your breast before unclipping your bra to flick and twist at your nipple. you moan into his mouth, fingertips caressing the light muscles of his abs.
he finds it quite amusing how you flinch with each twist and tug but nonetheless you let him continue his worship of your body. he leaves your skirt cinched around your waist, squeezing your hips then slowly tugs your panties down your legs.
you can’t imagine what he plans to do next until he drops both his hands behind your thighs, pressing them down as far as he can before bending down to dip his head between your legs.
his tongue flattens against your leaking hole, sucking up all slick your pussy produced. you reach straight for his hair, choking on a moan. “w-wait, i can’t.” you tell him, quivering at the sudden sensation. it certainly didn’t help with how big his nose is, he had the advantage to nudge it against your clit each lick and suck.
“i just want to taste you.” his voice vibrates against you, eliciting a strangled moan out of you. “is that okay, love?” he pulls back momentarily, mouth and nose coated in your juices as he presses a kiss to either side of your thighs.
what gets you is the fact he genuinely waits on your response. you nod feebly and he presses a kiss to your clit. “thank you.” is all he says before continuing his actions. your eyes immediately squeeze shut and you’re not sure if you’re trying to push his head or pull him closer. regardless, your back arches off the desk, pulling at his hair as he holds you down to prevent any more of your squirming.
a sound of absolute satisfaction rumbles in his chest and higuruma loses himself in your taste. he’s quite filthy really. you would’ve never expected him to be the type of man that relentlessly switches between licking, spitting, and sucking the way he does. a small pool of liquid has likely formed under you by now.
“r-romi, m’ gonna cum.” he hears, feeling the way you buck up against his mouth and quite literally has to force himself off you at the announcement. he seethes in a breath, huffing and puffing, licking around his mouth.
higuruma stands straight again, unbuckling his belt, letting out a soft breath as he no longer feels constricted. your eyes fall when he drops his pants and briefs. shit. i mean, you figured he was big but not that fucking big.
you yelp as he pulls you to the edge of the table, slapping his thick cock against your drooling hole that pulses around nothing.
“can i?” he collects your mess between his fingers, spreading your folds and gliding his shaft between them.
you nod but higuruma shakes his head then grips your neck to pull you up. “tell me, sweetheart. can i?”
“p-please.” you look up at him, all doe eyed and desperate. his hand squeezes your neck and keeps you looking at him as he uses his other hand to pull you closer, prodding in just the tip then slowly pushes himself into your warm, gushing cunt. your mouth slacks open at the stretch, gasping for air as higuruma squeezes tighter from the way you sporadically clench around his length.
he’s only halfway in and it’s taking all his energy to not cum. your pussy is torturously sucking him in, so much so a quivering grunt echoes from his chest. he pats your thigh in response. “ease up, it’s just me, darling.” he tells you, and you want to laugh at how serious he’s being. ease up? not fucking possible when at least eight inches length and formidable girth was pushing itself into you.
once he’s finally filled to the hilt. your legs cross around his hips, grasping his wrist, preventing him from squeezing too tight on your throat. “you’re always such a good girl… so smart and beautiful.” he praises, leaning in to peck your lips then follows with butterflies kisses along your jaw and neck then comes back up to meet your lips again. your mouths twist slower, fiery and brimmed with passion to distract you from the roll of his hips.
“so warm.” he moans against your lips, biting down and sucking on your bottom one. he finally lets go of your neck, pushing you on your back again then clasping both thighs as leverage to pummel himself deep into your pussy. he groans along to your whimpers and moans, dark eyes focused on the imprint that shows itself on your stomach with every thrust.
his light abs glisten with sweat, his brows furrowed as he zones into the way he disappears in and out of your pussy that sucks him in and coats his base white.
papers crumble beneath your fist as your moans are pulled closer together, the indication that your orgasm was fast approaching. the effect likely to be huge since you already had your first and was denied your second. hiromi grunts, fixing you into a mean semi-mating press, legs over his shoulders as his balls mercilessly slap against your skin to echo around the office space.
“gonna cum.” you quiver but higuruma smacks your clit as if that’s supposed to help.
“hold it.”
“i-i can’t.” you look at him, pouting.
his eyes snap up to meet yours and he smacks you again. “hold it.”
he somehow moves faster and harder, harshly breathing with sweat beading down his temple. after a minute, you’re completely spent, eyes watering as you shake your head. “romi, please. i can’t hold it.”
“shhh.” he huffs, pressing his palm over your mouth, viciously chasing the high of his orgasm. he rolls his eyes shut, sticking two fingers into your mouth. “go. hurry up and cum.”
it’s only a few seconds after his command that your waves come crashing down, body yearning to close upon itself due to the overstimulation but higuruma keeps you spread open, still thrusting for what feels like over a minute.
he pulls out, a hand immediately coming to pump at his length, the other angling your body just right so when he forces your mouth open, hot spurts of his cum land on your breasts, chin, and tongue.
hiromi takes a breath that sounds like he’s inhaling fresh air, squeezing at his tip to extract every ounce of his fill. he takes a good and long look at your weak body, collecting his remains that landed on you to push back into your mouth.
“so beautiful…” he cups your cheek, holding you upright since you clearly can’t. “you alright? did i hurt you?”
“no… i’m okay.” you mumble, staring up at him as if he held up the moon and stars. “was i?… okay?”
“absolutely, love.” his brows furrow, gently caressing your skin as he looks at you. “more than okay. perfect.”
you smile shyly at that and he has a similar question on his mind as he helps in cleaning you up. “are we okay?”
“am i okay for you?”
hiromi has begun to understand your naturally shy and timid nature but it also crossed his mind that your sense of overthinking would come into play with your age gap.
it wasn’t drastic of course but he would never want to put you in a position that made you seemingly uncomfortable.
you nod with a small smile, gripping his bicep and pulling him in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “more than okay… perfect.”
No thoughts just box jellyfish!reader working with the 141, right?
An oddity even amongst hybrids, your particular type of presentation had thousands of singers developing in your skin. Each one loaded with the poison to stop a mans heart. Otherwise, you look completely normal, the perfect weapon to do some real damage on missions.
Of course, this also means you get certain...privileges, on base.
No one dares to bother you, not with the government-mandated patch on your uniform at all times. A large warning symbol indicating harm at contact. Sure, you make sure every inch of your skin is covered, but no one takes a chance.
You spend nearly your entire military career unbothered by people so long as you get the job done.
Until you meet ghost.
Giant of a man, he towers over people in a distinctly hybrid way, though you can't tell what he is. He's a goddamn pain in your side. Doesn't hesitate to grab you, always pushing you to train or work on something. Hissing about improvement.
It's driving you mad.
Your final straw is him standing in the doorway of the gym, refusing to let you leave. He crosses his arms, eyes narrowed down at you "everyone else practiced sparring today, even price."
"Yeah, well find me someone will and I'll be glad to," you hiss, moving to shove him out of the way. "Anyone stupid enough to grapple me on the field will die anyways–"
The air is knocked out of your lungs so fast it makes your mind spin, spine knocking brutally into the floor.
"Not the ones immune to you," Ghost's face is mere inches away. Belatedly, terrifyingly, you realize he took his gloves off and his bare skin is wrapped around your throat without a twitch of pain.
"Wh– what–" you struggle, unable to fight out of the pin ghost put you in.
Ghosts other hand pulls his mask up just enough to reveal his mouth, opened to show off rows and rows of spiny teeth, all the way down his throat. "Leatherback sea turtle. Your venom does nothing to me." He leans closer "I could choke the life out of you and never feel a pinch."
Ghost leaves you lying on the floor, heart racing, gasping for air.
"We start sparring tomorrow. I won't have a liability on my team."
“I’m so happy for the two of you. Truly.” Higuruma’s eyes are lidded with lust as he laps at your pussy, arms hooked around your spread thighs. He’s prone on the pressed sheets of the hotel bed, grinding down into the mattress as he tastes you. “You’re a beautiful couple. Especially from this angle.”
You can’t help but shy away from his praise. Hiromi has seen you from between the plush of your thighs many times before, but he’s so adoring in his gaze that it almost feels wrong. You turn, hide your face in the big arm of your fiancé, who is sat behind you; your bare back to his clothed chest.
“Come on, hon,” Nanami tsks. “Use your manners. Tell Hiromi thank you.”
“Thank you,” you breathe out shakily. You aren’t sure if your cheeks or cunt is more heated with need. “Thank you, Hiromi.”
This isn’t the first time that Kento has let Hiromi fuck you while he watched — you’ve been doing this for years now, meeting in the late evening to be passed between them like a borrowed book — but it will be the last.
Tomorrow, you’ll be Mrs. Nanami, and in the name of settling down, you and your husband-to-be have decided that your weekly trysts with his best friend are better left in the past. A fond memory to look back on from before you were married, when you were young and wild and did crazy things like fuck other people.
But you’re about to make a vow of complete devotion to each other, so one last time for nostalgia’s sake it will be.
Higuruma focuses on your pussy again, and lets out a long, breathless moan as he drags his flattened tongue from your hole to your clit. He collects the copious amount of arousal that drools out of you, uses it to help his tongue glide over your clit in the firm up-and-down motion you didn’t know you loved until he started doing.
He’s always been a messier eater than Nanami. When you were in college, and this was just a sneaky experiment between friends, they used to fight over who could make you cum quicker with their tongue. It was their version of a sex bet; when the guys in frats would compete with body count, they would compete with your body. Whoever got you to the edge in better time got you under the desk when they were studying next. Being respective law and business majors meant they had many study hours to fight for.
Hiromi almost always won. Not for Kento’s lack of skill — you’re marrying him after all — but because Hiromi had a certain penchant to using his tongue that your boyfriend could never quite replicate. He could pull you apart at the seams in no time, and his skills have only gotten better with time and age.
The tip of his nose bumps your clit as he dips back down to your hole, pushing the tip of his tongue inside and looking up to meet your eyes. His lips tighten, white teeth flash in a smile as he ogles the state you’re in.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Nanami’s chest rumbles as he speaks, sending vibrations into your back. His low tenor has your hips grinding up, swiping your clit against the ridge of Hiromi’s nose. “She’ll look so perfect in white tomorrow.”
Hiromi hums in agreement, not wasting his words on what you already know he agrees with. He’ll be right there at Nanami’s side — his best man — watching him marry the woman he fucked to tears the night before. There’s a grin pulling at his busy lips.
Your fiancé kisses your neck, holding your waist with his hot hands. It’s always turned him on to have you against him, wholly naked, as his clothes stay on. It’s a dynamic thing, maybe. Or he just likes your body.
Best of both worlds. You can feel the ridge of his hard cock through the comfy sweats he wears; a casual choice for such a highly-strung man. It throbs against your back, twitching each time his best friend pulls a decent moan from your throat. He’s never been jealous with Hiromi — just… horny.
Especially when he gets you all worked up like this. You writhe against him, whining when he reaches around to tweak your nipples between his fingers. You’re so close to coming that Nanami can practically feel you vibrating, unable to keep still with all of that pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s a nice reprieve from the stress of wedding planning.
When you reach your peak, you cum with a beautiful cry that Hiromi is going to miss very sorely once this arrangement of yours is over. He tries to hide the way he humps the mattress, a few strokes away from cumming in his briefs at just the taste of you, but he knows that at least Nanami catches on.
He can’t be blamed. You’re such an experience.
Hiromi plants a sweet kiss right to your throbbing clit as you calm down, a knowing smile on his face. He straightens up and palms his hard length through his underwear before peeling them down from the waistband. His cock, eager and weeping at the tip, springs free.
“Ready for me, beauty?”
The nickname pulls a smile to your lips. Memories of times just like these, caught between your boyfriend and his best friend as they decide who’s gonna do what to you next, flash at the forefront of your mind. God, you’ll miss this.
“Mhm,” you nod, settling back against Nanami’s chest a little higher. Your fiancé spreads a hand over your stomach, fingers tapping against your skin in a lazy rhythm. Tap tap tap. A reminder that he’s there and willing.
“Good,” Hiromi pumps his cock once, twice, and then presses his tip against your entrance with a hiss of air through his teeth. He drags himself upwards to your clit, kissing it with his cockhead, and then back down. “You are divine.”
“Smooth talker,” Nanami chuckles from behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Trying to steal my girl, Higuruma?”
Hiromi nods, cheeky. “From day one.”
He slides into you, nice and slow to allow you to adjust to his girth. He’s thicker than Nanami, albeit a touch shorter, so you have to get used to the stretch when you take him. By the time he’s fully sheathed inside of you, your skin is alight with need. He fills you out so well, balls pressing against your ass as he tests his depths with a groan.
Your back arches away from Nanami’s chest as you take the cock of his long-time best friend. It’s symbolic in its own right, as is the way he pulls you back to his chest and grounds you with a kiss to your shoulder. You exhale, part your lips, and let yourself be sandwiched by two men who love you, and your body, and sharing it between them.
Hiromi kisses you, brings one hand up to cup the side of your face as your head is pushed back into your fiancé’s chest. His lips move messily against yours, the taste of his last meal between your thighs still evident on his tongue as he runs it over yours. He explores the crevices of your mouth, lets himself become acquainted with each of your teeth that’ll gleam white in your wedding photos tomorrow.
And he tries not to think about it, how this will be the last time he’s inside of you. He agreed with a dutiful nod and respectable handshake to Nanami when you mentioned settling down after marriage, devoting yourselves to each other. It’s not like he hasn’t been on dates, taken the occasional tryst home to lay between his dark sheets. He’s had his fill, and you belong to Nanami first and foremost.
Still, he speaks low against your lips. “I miss you already.”
You whine a little, wiggle your hips as he starts to slowly pull out of you, just to slowly push back in. “Me too.”
“Both of us,” Nanami’s hold on your hips tightens as he speaks, looking at his best friend over your head. “I do love this view.”
“So you’ve said,” he laughs, taking a better grip of your thighs to guide your legs around his waist. “I hope you know I’ll never let you get away with anything now. I’ll have a thousand different anecdotes, and I’ll use them generously.” He puts a faux-pretentious voice on; “Well, Kento, considering I have slept with your wife...”
The rumble of your fiancé’s laughter is strong against your back. He reaches around your body to flick the side of Hiromi’s head, which earns him a sharp look in turn. Hiromi throbs inside of you, his hips still, and you roll your eyes.
“Come on,” you whine. “I need you, Hiromi.”
That zeroes him in. He’s raking his eyes over your face with a quirked lip, and nodding. “Course, beauty. I’m sorry, let’s get you taken care of.”
He picks up his pace, rolling his hips in a nice rhythm that doesn’t overwhelm you, but lets you sit in the pleasure that taking his cock allows for. Your legs, locked tight around his waist, start to tremble a little as he finds a good pace. The metrical drag and pull of his cock inside of you has the colours of this hotel room looking more vivid; each vein and ridge of his cock works together to stimulate you into bliss.
Hiromi fucks you with such a fever that each thrust into you has you rocking back against Kento’s cock. He’s groaning low in your ear, trying not to make a mess of his sweats and instead revel in yours and Hiromi’s last time together, but his mission is futile.
“Shit,” you can feel him from behind you, grinding against your back even as he’s supposed to be playing spectator. “You’re killing me here, baby.”
Hiromi can’t even muster up something smart to retort. He’s already growing pussydrunk, too distracted with your body to give a shit what his friend is doing behind you. He’s ducking down to lick and nip at your neck, using all his willpower not to leave marks for you to wear on your wedding day.
God, he wants to claim you in any way he can. Filling you up with his spill will have to do.
He chases his orgasm with a quick pace and even meaner thrusts. You watch the lines of his face contort and tighten as his release nears, the pulsing of his cock inside of you grasses on his pleasure. It’s with a kiss to your lips that he finally cums, filling you up dutifully with a raw moan straight from his chest.
Though he doesn’t stop there — even when his balls are emptied inside of you, dick oversensitive and sore with use. He keeps going, jaw clenched, until you join him at your peak.
“You don’t have to,” you lift a hand up to scratch through the hairs at his nape. “You’re sore, baby.”
The nickname alone is nearly enough to make him cum again. He shakes his head, ignoring the knowing laughter from your fiancé behind you. “No, no I’m fine. I want to feel you finish around me. That okay?”
You can only smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.”
So, even through his overstimulation, he fucks you right to the edge. With rolling hips and shaky hands, he brings you right to that beautiful cliffside and starts peppering kisses all over your face as you’re pushed over the edge. A kiss to your nose as you gasp, beneath your eyes as they roll back, to the corner of your lips as they part and moan.
It’s all too much for all three of you. Hiromi groans as you squeeze his cock, tighter than you’ve held him in a long time. Kento rests his forehead on your shoulder from behind, the friction and sight before him finally too much to refuse as he cums in his pants with a lurch forward. You’re seeing stars, beautiful behind your eyelids.
And when you finally calm down, as Hiromi slips out of you and collapses down beside you two, there’s a long stretch of silence that encompasses the three of you.
Nanami is the first to speak, thumb drawing circles over your hip. “I… wouldn’t be opposed to adding a clause to our vows.”
“A clause?” You lift your head.
Your fiancé nods, looking from you to his best friend. Best man. The man he’s shared you with since forever. “Yes,” he looks back at you. “One to include the homewrecker. Married life doesn’t have to be boring, does it?”
Hiromi, the homewrecker, snorts. He rests an arm over the two of you and exhales into the pillow.
“Thank god. I was getting ready to object at the wedding.”
and that ends cuck week !!!!!! im going to turn these threes uni endeavours into a little series because i got inspired hurrah
hiromi higuruma has spent his entire career in courtrooms, surrounded by a bunch of old geezers who suppress their voices and emotions. He prefers it that way though, he doesn’t care about them, but he cares about you. He wants to hear your heartfelt opinion , he wants to hear your rants, and he wants to hear you scream when his dick is inches deep inside of your pussy.
“mmmnn..mphh” dick was so good you didn’t even realize that you were holding everything in, even your breath. He had you pinned beneath him, his well-toned arms caging both sides of your head and his body a solid heat against yours. His dark eyes roamed over your features like a starved man. He lowers his head down to your ear, in a gentle possessive rasp. “wanna hear my girl…let me hear you baby” His breath hitches and eyes close, savoring every inch of friction between you two. He was holding back on purpose, just enough to keep your head spinning.
“want me to go faster?..make you feel good?”
He felt your weak head nod against his chest and doesn’t waste a second. His pace instantly becomes faster, deeper, enough to bring out those broken sounds from your throat.
“agh!..nghh hir..oomii”
He chuckles at your incoherent sounds, eyes dark and intense as his dick continues to drill inside you. Hiromi feels you clench your walls down onto him, and a satisfied smirk curves his lips.
He whispers, his breath soft and hot against your ear “let go for me sweetheart, please”
Your back arches into his body and jaw goes slack, but no words form the orgasm that’s ripping through your body. Hiromi holds you fast as your back arches, strong arms wrapping around you, clinging onto your trembling form. As the after shocks of your orgasm continues to rip through your body, hiromi buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin mixed with sweat.
“good girl” he murmurs, voice vibrating against your collarbone.
He slightly shifted, lifting his head to look down at you. His dark hair damp, with strands falling across his forehead, and the intensity in his eyes softened to something more tender. His thumb gently brushed a stray tear from your cheek.
“look at you” he whispered, a faint breathless smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “just absolutely beautiful.”
slowly and methodically, he began to move again, not with a hectic motion from before, but with a slow drawn out motion, designed to drag out the sensitivity from your orgasm. A small gasp escaped from your throat and Hiromi quickly caught it with his lips, holding you into a deep kiss.
He thrusted into you one last time, burying his dick impossibly deep, with his body shuddering as his last bit of control snapped. A low messy grown tore through his throat, a raw desperate sound that no one else in the world would ever hear but you, as he came deep inside of you, his hot seed flowing into your core while holding you so tightly as if he was trying to become one with your soul.
Afterward, there was a peaceful exhausted silence and stillness and Hiromi collapsed softly beside you, pulling you into his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you again his warm body.
“Don’t hold back” he murmurs sleepily, tracing the pattern of your stomach with his fingers. “never hold back with me”
eren hated when you spent your own money, but you don’t listen.
thinking about the way plug!eren would take you on his drops with him. you were so quiet and in your own world, he never minded the fact that you had your freshly white painted toes resting against the dash of his mercedes AMG coupe. the entire car was blacked out with expensive ceramic tints, protecting you both from your usual…late night activities.
your glasses rested on the cute bridge of your nose as your left leg was sat in eren’s lap while your right rested against the dashboard. eren was lucky that he fucked with most of his customers heavy…you two had been waiting for the dude to meet y’all for nearly thirty minutes now, and had it been someone else, eren would have sped away long time ago.
eren comfortingly rubbed your baby soft feet in the grasp of his tattooed hand, one with beautiful realism art of your own eye. with a turn of his head, he could see you practically nose deep in the bright screen of your phone illuminating through the car. “you growing bored mama?” his voice is concerned. “ian think we was gonna be waiting this long on dude…my bad baby.”
you hadn’t said much since you’d gotten in the car, just wanting to hurry and add all of your things to your shopping cart on the skims website. “nah, ‘m just…trying…to do somethin’ real quick,” you bite your lip as you tap away on your phone. you were trying to add as many things to your cart before it was gone. “before this shit sell out.”
eren being the nosy boy he is leans against your shoulder to see what you were doing. but the moment he’d seen you type in numbers that belonged to what he knew as your own debit card, he kissed his teeth in annoyance. “man how many times i gotta tell you to stop using your card to go shopping bae?” you roll your eyes at his words. “i’m serious, you got all three of my cards on ya phone for a reason. fuck is you typing in your info for?”
don’t get him wrong, eren loved the fact that you were independent and knew how to handle money almost perfectly now that you were in your twenties. but being together with you for so long, he continued to step up with his provider capabilities by always taking care of you. whether it was paying your bills, rent—everything in between.
but of course it was a struggle when ms. i can do it all by myself meets mr. i know you can but let me do it for you
“because i’m spending like 600 dollars,” you point out to his previous question with an obvious scoff. “i’m not asking you for that.” eren mirrors your actions and rolls his eyes again.
eren looks at you as if you’re insane and suffered memory loss for the past four years you’ve been together. “babe…i make that shit in one night. actually—fuck a night—i make that shit in two hours!”
it wasn’t like he was lying either, with the way that eren was one of the only trusted plugs in town, it was very easy that he’d bring at least a band a night on a consistent basis. selling for almost six years was finally paying off.
you two hardly ever fought, but if you did, it was always about money. eren knew how long you’ve had to do things on your own physically and financially. you couldn’t go to your mom for help, you didn’t have a dad to beg, so it was all on you since you’d been 16. but now that he had eren, he’d just wish you’d let him take the burden of money of your shoulders and take care of you the way you take care of him.
after a few minutes, your boyfriend holds his hand out. you give him crazy eyes, but eventually follow orders by putting your phone in his hand. “don’t know how many times i gotta tell yo stubborn ass, forreal,” he grunted. “‘s never a problem spoiling my baby. you don’t ever ask me for nothing. let me feel useful and get you stuff, mama.”
with a sigh, you nod your head, like you always did. there was no way eren was gonna take no for an answer when it came to spoiling his wife.
in response, eren uses his free hand to delete your information and instead place the correct numbers—the information to his amex black card. all the money he has, he sits and does nothing with it, so why not buy you all the things you’ve never had before?
when you hear the chime of your phone confirming your order, eren hands you the phone back and goes to look out his dark window.
with your acrylics, you grab eren by the neck and slowly turn him back to face you. “thanks papa,” you gave him genuine eyes.
eren leans forward and pecks your lips. with a serious face, he pecks you one more time before wrapping his tatted fingers around your neck erotically. with a look in your eyes he tells you, “always tell me what you want, no matter how much, mama. you know daddy gonna get that shit for you one way or another, regardless.”
☆warningノtags:Eren is an eater◞ cunnilingus◞ fingering◞ a single slap to the thigh◞ cocky!Eren◞ dom!Eren◞ sub!reader◞ masturbation◞ squirting◞ slight overstimulation
☆an:rewritten & reposted ;*
The sound of his keys scraping against the marble counter top was enough for you to break your neck in that direction.
"And where do you think you’re goin'?"
He chuckled before replying, "I have to run to Michael's for more paint and brushes."
"And you couldn't do that before you got a haircut?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, "Slipped my mind."
Shit always slipped his mind whenever he got a touch up on his hairline and a quick fade. You weren't against your man wanting to look good—no, but he can look good in the house.
You kissed your teeth, mumbling a whatever before going back to watch your ghetto Sunday show. The sound of his keys being dropped on the counter is heard followed by the heavy sound of his sneakers walking towards the spacious front room. He stood right in front of you—blocking your show. His hand was out, an invitation for you to grab it
"Move. They are about to fight."
"C'mere.”
"Eren."
He said your name as a reply, in the same tone you used. His fingers moved in a come here motion, urging you to stand up and do it quickly before he gets irritated. Reluctantly putting your hand on top of his, he pulled you up. You followed behind him like a lost puppy as he led you to the dinner table?
"Sit." He pointed towards the wooden table. He shrugged off his jacket, throwing to the side near the table.
"Eren no. We eat on this table."
"I'm about to eat. Now sit."
Now if anyone was to walk in, god forbid, they would think Eren is eating a good ass bowl of ramen. Just slurping and smacking, until a looong drag of your high pitched moan is heard.
He held both of your wrists in each of his hands, tugging you towards him to watch. His makeshift bun was lazily wrapped in the damp fabric of your panties. Your ass was hanging off the wood just enough to where your juices didn't drip on the table, instead dropping on Eren's lap and floor.
"Juuus" like that daddy! You s-so gooood to me!"
You begin to lean back, head looking towards the ceiling. Your breathless moans sounded so sexy, echoing into the high roof. Acrylic nails dug into your palms while your toes curl into the ball of your feet.
"E-eren! Ohmygoderen!"
With a tug of your arms, you're forced to watch the man making you act the complete fool. The peak of his nose was shiny and wet, as it occasionally kissed your clit. His eyes were low and blown as he watched you fall apart from beneath, drinking from your overflowing fountain. Your stomach was filled with butterflies when he winked at you with his left eye.
The sound of his chair screeching against the floor rumbled in your ringing ears. He scooted the dining chair closer, diving deeper into your delicious cunt. His skillful tongue toyed with your swollen clit before leaning and giving it a wet kiss. He glanced at your glistening pussy, admiring his work.
"She's fuckin' droolin’. Who got her this wet? Hm?"
"Y-you! You did, Eren."
"Me?"
"Yeaa!"
"Yeaa!" He mocked. "Wan' Eren to keep goin'?"
Nodding ecstatically, you tuck your bottle lip between your teeth. "Yes please! Mmm I'll be so good! I s-swear!"
At that moment, he knew he had you right where he needed you— desperate. "You gonna let me leave without having an attitude?"
"Mhhhm!"
"Say it."
He placed both of your wrists in the grasp of one of his hands while the other gently played beneath your wet folds. Your clit quickly becomes familiar with his rough fingers, causing you to jerk beneath his gentle touch.
"You can leave without me c-catch-ing—huggh! Fuucck-attitude."
He smacked the inside of your thigh before he scolded you. Cussing in front Eren was always a one way ticket for irritation from him. "Watch ya fuckin' mouth. Lay your arms out ‘nd don't move.”
“Sorry.”
Your knuckles knocked against the wood of the table, complying to his orders almost instantaneously. Without him having to hold you, he had complete freedom with his hands, mainly his fingers.
The sticky sound of your pussy lips opening up sounded similar to a soggy, syrup filled pancake being lifted off a paper plate. Your folds opened like curtains with his two thumbs. Your clit throbbed and your wet hole clenched, both from anticipation.
"You're such a pretty fuckin' girl."
He whispered, speaking directly into your drooling pussy. The tip of his tongue dragged from your winking, contracting muscle and slowly dragged it up. Reaching your throbbing clit, he swirled his tongue around it, teasing it before engulfing it whole. He hummed in satisfaction.
His arm laid comfortably across your tummy, keeping you parallel to the wooden table. You were so wrapped in the delicious feeling of your clit being stimulated, your body took a screenshot once you felt his finger tips graze your g-spot. It wasn’t hard to find, especially with him pushing your stomach down.
Your back lifted off the table like you were being abducted by aliens. Tears rolled down the side of your face, pooling on the table underneath.
"Guuuhdd m'so close!"
With your warning Eren stood to his feet, knocking the chair over in the process. He tugged at his belt-pushing his cargos far down enough so his dick sprung free. The combined noises of your moans, your soaking wet pussy being devoured, and the fap fap fap of Eren jerking himself were disgusting.
"Mmmmm'cuuuumminn'! Dontstopdontstop!"
Your moans were caught in your throat as the destructive wave of your orgasm hit. Your stomach clutched, pushing out your juices—covering his lower face and neck in your juices. Your hands gripped the table for dear life as you found your voice again.
"Gooooodddeeeren!"
The desperate sound of his own name tipped him over. "A-auhhg shiit—m'nuttin!"
His loud groans, borderline moaning, silenced yours. Warm spurts of his cum painted your sopping pussy. His breathing was sharp, taking a breath before a line of cum shot out. He was slumped over from the intensity of his orgasm, milking himself all over you.
"Fuuuuccckkk!"
You both took a second to catch your breath. Eren's shoe squeaked from him sliding on the juices beneath him. The plat plat plat sound of him slapping his dick against your pussy caused you to jump over overstimulation. He chuckled, leaning over to give you a kiss. "I love you, princess."
frank castle does NOT moan. he grunts and groans and cusses like a goddamn animal and it is so beyond hot. it's slow and long at the beginning. like how he struggles to push completely in you so he's gotta open his girl up (via rubbing your clit reeeeaaalll slow) and when your thick, brown legs fall open all pliant for him, he takes the chance to thrust forward and nest the rest of him inside you. then they pick up a lil, when he speeds up his thrusts and slides one of his hands up to grip your neck softly, cutting off your air jus a bit (frankie boy was very clear that he'd never choke u hard, sorry bb) he leans down, some of his weight forcing your legs to bunch up and angle him right where you need him. next thing you know, he's started to unravel, to fall apart at the seams. he starts talking, and he doesn't stop.
"that's my fuckin' girl..take me, baby. that's right. you gonna cum, huh? you're squeezing me so-- fuck. fuckin' tight, baby. too deep, hm? no, i don't think so, mama. you're a big girl, baby. you can take it."
he mutters attagirls and that's its all the while you cum, but goes nonverbal the second he starts chasing his high, just groaning and grunting, and fucking into you like a caveman.
frank castle who makes you get off your phone when he wants to go to bed
i know i literally just said i was working on asks and things that weren’t frank castle but i guess i lied. it’s my birthday so i can do whatever i want:)
Truth be told, you’re tired. Your eyes are achey and sick of looking at your bright phone screen and it really would feel great to just close them and not open them back up but you just don’t feel like it yet. Whatever’s on your phone isn’t all that interesting, but your phone time was cut into earlier long enough to aggravate you and allow you to extend it well into bedtime. You really, really, should go to bed with how early Frank wakes up and how often he accidentally wakes you too. He’s quiet, but you’ve always been a very light sleeper.
You don’t know how he does it, stays up so late reading a book and then wakes back up at the ass crack of dawn. Well, you do, actually, it’s the nightmares. Really, what you mean is you aren’t sure how he’s as much of a functioning person as he is — any less that eight hours a night and you aren’t very nice.
Frank knows that. He knows at the time it is now, you’ll be getting seven and you’ll wake up with a grimace and grumble and toss around and shove your face back into the pillow. You’ll stomp around all day, give yourself a headache from being angry, then get back on your phone and do it all over again.
That’s why he closes his book and snatches your phone from your hands.
“Alright,” He huffs, pulling it from your grip and shutting it off. “Bedtime.”
Surprised, you look over to him and stutter out his name.
“I was watching that!” You shift up onto your elbows, the fabric of your shirt pulling up and pressing your tummy against the sheets. He doesn’t bother responding with anything other than a grunt while plugging your phone into his charger on his bedside table. He charges his own phone every other day and it could probably go longer than that, he hates the thing. Doesn’t use it for anything besides having your number and a couple others. Plus, if he gave it back to you to put on your charger he knows you’d be a brat about it — you’d spin around to face away from him and get right back on it, staying up even later than you would’ve in the first place just to prove him.
“C’mon,” He shifts down onto his back again, one arm propped up over his head on the pillow and the other patting your bum. “Up.”
Frank also knows you can’t sleep without going to the bathroom first. His attentiveness has never been more annoying and also maybe a little attractive, but that just makes you even more annoyed. You stare at him in disbelief for a moment, like he doesn’t do this a minimum of three times a week, and he stares right back at you with his eyebrows raised expectantly.
You groan when he tilts his head towards the door, but clamber out of the bed with the roll of your eyes anyways.
“Thinks he’s the boss of me…” Frank catches you muttering to yourself as you stomp off down the short hallway and smiles fondly, shaking his head. You’re stumbling back into the room soon, rubbing your tired eyes and climbing under the covers with a yawn.
“I want it back, Frank.” You attempt, knowing it will get you absolutely nowhere.
“Yeah,” He sighs, pulling you into his side. “Tough luck, sweetheart, time for bed.”
You grumble about it a little more, but situate yourself to be more comfortable against his warm, barren chest. It’s not long after your eyes close and his big hand starts petting over the side of your head and dragging back and forth over your arm that you fall asleep.
Frankie stares down at you with a small, tender smile as you fall into a deep sleep. He’ll whisper something sweet like, sweet dreams, baby, and kiss your forehead all gentle. Sometimes he’ll fall asleep right after you, but most of the time it takes him a few more hours. He doesn’t mind it; in fact, with your slumbering form tucked right up into his side, it’s the only time he can enjoy the quiet without his own thoughts taking it over.
Thanks to sleep deprivation you were surprisingly unembarrassed as you trudged to your neighbours door wearing pyjamas and holding a teddy bear.
The knocking woke John up easily, being military trained does that to a person, but it didn’t mean he was happy as he dragged his feet through the apartment and opened the door.
He was slightly more alert at the sight of you gazing up at him, eyes red and looking exhausted. “Can I sleep over?”
Most people would probably ask for a reason if their neighbour randomly invited themself round at 1:30am but he simply stepped aside and opened the door wider. “What’s the matter?”
You flop down on his couch, he raises his brows but doesn’t stop you, yet again you seem too tired to consider social etiquette. “Spider..”
That has a smirk pulling at his mouth, watching you nestle in and curl up. “Spider?”
A hum-grunt hybrid leaves you, barely reaching his ears where you’re muffled against the cushions.
He’s still smirking, even more amused now, as you fall asleep before responding properly.
While you did technically barge in uninvited he’s still a gentleman, hence the fact he carries you (and your teddy) to his bed and sleeps on the far too small couch himself.
For those who commented wanting to hear more of this Price/wanting to be tagged:
pairing: babydaddy!jermajesty x black!babymother!reader
summary: soo, basically…you and jermajesty broke up, more like he broke up with you because YOU were very toxic. (both of you were but you are more obsessive/possessive) so you two are now co-parenting yall daughter “miracle.”, and she resembles both of you. Today is her 5th birthday and you invited jermajesty obviously. BUT he came with a date and you definitely didn’t let that slide.
You woke up, stretching all the bones in your back and arms, patting on that 30 inch weave in yo’ big ass head!
You slipped on your loafers and headed into the bathroom to do your regular routine. Brushing your teeth and washing your face.
Once, you stepped out of the restroom, you checked the time on your phone : 09:00am, august 2, 2026. Your daughter birthday. You smiled to yourself feeling a little upset and happy because your baby was growing but you didn’t want her to grow just yet.
You quietly sneak out of your room to head into the kitchen, grabbing pots and pans to start preparing your daughter, miracle, breakfast. Since, it was her special day, you decided to serve her breakfast in bed as a treat and gift.
You cheffed up some pancakes with grits, bacon, and eggs. You also, added chocolate chips in the pancakes because they were your daughter favorite. After cooking, you made yours and her plate and added syrup. Then, you headed upstairs towards her room and knocks softly, walking in to see that she’s still asleep.
You set the plates to the side on her nightstand and kisses her temple softly with warmth and rubs her shoulder gently, waking her up.
“Miracle baby, wake up. Mommy brung you breakfast in bed and it’s your favorite too.” , You softly cooed in her ear, to try and get her to open her eyes and sit up.
Her eyes slowly open with cute sparkles and a smile that always made you soft and smile back. You held up the plates and smiled, “happy birthday little mama. Surprise.”
“Thanks you mommy.” , she whispered back with a stretch and a smile, sitting up. You handed her plate and sat next to her on her twin bed, chatting it up and munching.
HOURS LATER….the party.
Miracle was having such a great time with her cousins and daycare friends that you invited, knowing they wouldn’t wanna miss it for anything.
But somehow, you hadn’t seen jermajesty yet. It was going on 4:30pm and that man didn’t show up. The damn party started at 2.
You simply rolled your eyes at that.
You pulled out your phone to text him but you heard the door open and boom…there he was but you squint. Spotting something or someone.
He had a woman around his arm. NOT his sister, NOT his mother, SURE as hell not his grandmother. Just a REGULAR woman.
Classy, cute, blonde, and skinny. But you couldn’t relate because you were A LOT to handle. thickums.
You were curvy, big butt, plump tits, and brownskin. As well as smelling good too.
When you saw her, you immediately knew it wasn’t any competition. He was most likely with her because he was bored and wanted to show that he moved on.
Sad part is, none of them moved on. NOT him and DEFINITELY not her.
But besides that girl, he also brung his brother jaafar and his sib-cousin, randy.
You walked up to him with a sigh and a hand on your hip, “What took you so long? the party started at 2.”
He sighed deeply, “i was out getting her gifts, thank you very much.” He responded with a slick tone. Slightly testing you and you knew he was.
You rolled her eyes and presses a finger on his chest, making eye contact, “Watch who you talking too jermajesty. Anyway your lucky i’m sparing you for being late because it is our daughter special day.”
He couldn’t help but tug a small smirk at the corner of his mouth and a little chuckle, “And if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have done anything about it. Now where is she?”, He responded, looking around to find her with that WOMAN on his arm. still.
You felt like a small puddle hit yo’ panties when he did that little smirk. Everything about him made you weak in the knees. His face features, the way he talks, the way his jaw clench when he’s mad at you or someone else, the way he use to bend you over in some many different areas of your house..and last but not least, that monster he got in between them legs.
“She’s in the back with her cousins and friends, playing around. She’s been asking for you earlier.”, After you said that, he walked straight to the back but that one bitch just couldn’t let him go.
MOMENTS LATER…
So flirty, giggly and kissy. Sigh, you missed when you two used to do that. As the hour go by, you felt like it was time to sang happy birthday and eat cake.
You lit up the cake and called out for everyone, “Hey yall! can we gather up real quick?” You said with a smile as everyone stopped their convos and laughing to head towards the front of the table that you were behind.
“So, i think it’s time for us to sing my beautiful baby girl a happy birthday.” , Miracle stepped up with a huge smile on her face, staring at the cake.
After everyone sung happy birthday and candles were blown, you started serving everyone a piece of cake with the help from one of your cousins. When you got to jermajesty and his girl, you turned to her and asked, “You want a slice?”, raising an eyebrow already irritated by having to speak to her.
She perked up and smiled, “Yes please and thank you.” , to your surprise she came off sweet…maybe just maybe you second guessed her. You nodded and walked off headed back to the cake to cut her a slice and handed it to her, “enjoy.”
MANY MOMENTS LATER….
The party was starting to die down and you were already getting bored.
You knew you shouldn’t be because it is your daughter birthday but it’s only little kids and adults who were older than you. Except, a few cousins.
You got up and walked towards jermajesty as you seen him sitting alone, not giving a damn where that girl went.
“So you care to explain why you brung some random hoe to my daughter party?” , His eye shifted towards yours, eyebrows furrowed. “The fuck you just say to me?”, You chuckled at his tone knowing that “hoe” word hit a small nerve.
“You heard me baby. Why is she here when you got me?”, a smirk hit your face as you’re traced your finger on his shirt, in need for him.
His breath slightly hitched as he kept his eyes on you. “You always do this y/n…”, You bite your lip slightly as your finger continues to trace on his shirt. “Do what daddy? tell me.”, He almost let out a groan at the daddy word, you and him both know what that word does to him. “Steady teasing and shit when i’m just tryna move on.”
“So teach me my place.”
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Next thing you know, you were bent over in your bedroom , hair pulled and pounded into by jermajesty.
“Fuck baby, your always so tight for me.” , He slapped your ass check as he watched it jiggle against him. “HMPH!”, You could’ve even give a proper response from how fucked out you were by him. All you could do was roll your eyes back and grip the sheets beneath you which are soon about to be soaked.
His hand slowly moved to her neck from your hair. Which made your arch deepen, “Mmm, you look so pretty taking me like this. Ain’t that right mama?”, He whispered in your ear as your hands grip the sheets more.
“Nngh! — fuck— y-yes!”, You responded with a whimper but that quickly turned into a scream when he set one leg up on the bed, hitting deeper into your cervix. “O-oh! fuck! —t-too d-deep!”
He chuckled softly at your scream and presses a hand down your arch and whispers back into your ear, “Nah i think im just fine where im at.” , that’s when he started slamming into you harder, giving your ass a couple of harsh slaps.
Those exact words sent you over the edge. You buried your face into the sheets as your eyes rolled back and you started to feel your orgasm coming in. hard.
“You fina’ cum for me mama? hm?”, he starts to give you deep, long and hard strokes. “D-daddy…oh yes..p-please—don’t ..s..stop!” You screamed those words into the sheets as he pounded deeply into you. “Cum for me then. Let me feel you all over me baby.”
And just that, you were a moaning mess and squirting all over his shaft, abdomen and sheets under you. Jermajesty had a huge grin on his face as he watched you release over him, “Good fucking girl.”
After a couple of thrusts, he finally felt himself about to release and when he did, he made sure he hit deep, filling you up.
He slowly pulls out and kisses your shoulder, laying in bed beside you. “Mmm i missed you and us.”, You smiled softly into his chest and peppered it with kisses. “I miss us too daddy. Why won’t we just stop wasting each others time and get back together?”, You looked up at him, rubbing on his sexy ass goatee.
“Because i’m tryna’ move on..”, He pauses then continues as he lifts his hand towards your face and rubs your cheek with his thumb. “But everytime i do, you always find some way to keep me here.”
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THE motherfucking end bitches :) !
okay, so it’s my first time writing on tumblr so don’t trip…
alright?
besides the point, i hope you all enjoyed this fanfic and put some requests in my inbox. I’ll loveeee to receive some, mwah.
lmk if i should make a part2 of this.. it will be verrryyyy petty this time.
𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: you’re hanging out with your best friend but you notice something different about him.
𝓽𝔀: usage of y/n (just once), usage of the n-word, making out, suggestive ending.
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: writing makeout scenes is harder than I thought, do look past my horrid attempt🌚. heavily inspired by these two posts from @saintwrld (1) & @prettyangeliczz (2) . excuse any mistakes!
This content does NOT contain AI and may not be used to train AI.
Your family just moved to California for a change of scenery, and it was your first day of seventh grade. Your first day was going well, until lunchtime, you walked into the cafeteria and froze suddenly—the cafeteria was huge, filled with students packed at the lunch tables and you realized how you had no one to sit with.
You spotted a table in the far back with no one sitting there. You walked quickly to the back and sat down, hoping you could have a decent lunch.
At least ten minutes passed by, and by now, you had consumed everything in your lunchbox. You decided to scribble on the sticky note with the small crayon that your mom let in your lunch—you were so caught up in drawing that you didn't realize the presence of someone sitting in front of you until a faint hi rang through your ears. You look up and see a boy in a black hoodie, a smile on his face, showing off his cute gap. You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face realizing not only had someone come and sat with you but it was a boy, a very cute boy at that.
"Hi." Your voice came out quieter than you wanted, mentally fussing yourself out. The boy tilted his head at you. "What's your name?" The crayon that was once in your hand was now laid on the table as the boy held your attention. “The name is y/n, what’s yours?” You asked as you stuck your hand out for a handshake. He pulled his hand forward, connecting it with yours.
“I’m Jermajesty.” Jermajesty watched your facial expression, hoping you wouldn’t make fun of his name like everyone else does. But he saw your face light up once again as you heard his name. “Jermajesty—I like your name, very different and cute.” Jermajesty’s ears turned a flush pink as the word cute rang through his head as he was never used to someone complimenting his name. “T-thank you.” He wanted to crawl away and die as he heard himself stupidly stutter over a simple compliment. “I saw you sitting by yourself and I thought you couldn’t help use some company.”
“I did actually, it’s my first day here.” Your eyes dropped down at the confession, then realizing you two never let go from the handshake, you felt your face get hot at the realization. “Oh well welcome to California.” Jermajesty paused for a second “Would you like to be my friend then?” You lifted up your eyes back up at Jermajesty, a small giggle left your lips.
“I’d love to be your friend.”
Ever since that day in middle school, you and Jermajesty are practically attached to the hip—when you saw Jermajesty, you were right by his side and vise versa. You two even dedicated the weekends just for hanging out, no family or friends, just the two of you.
So it was to no surprise that Jermajesty was at your place—your feet stretched out across his lap as Harlem Nights played in the living room. “I got a girl who is so good, if you threw her pussy in the air it would turn into sunshine,” Vera said to Ray on the TV.
“Damn, I want some pussy that good.” Your head snapped towards him. “Nigga, what? You can’t be serious.” Your face held a blank expression at his random outburst. Jermajesty couldn’t help to let out a deep laugh “I’m just saying, I wanna find some that good and try it.” You rolled your eyes at his antics. “Men I tell you.”
Jermajesty smacked his lips at you. “Don’t start that shit ma, and you know I’m not wrong.” You just stared at him before you let out a chuckle. “You not all the way wrong but that ain’t the point.” Jermajesty playfully rolled his eyes. “See exactly.”
Your eyes narrowed in on Jermajesty’s mouth when he spoke, seeing something shine from the TV light. “umm what’s that in your mouth?” You had a suspicion of what it was but you wanted him to show it to you. Jermajesty fully turned his body towards you, your feet sliding off his lap, as he smiled widely to show off his newest addition.
‘oh fuck’ you thought to yourself, you stared at the gold that was covering his bottom teeth. “You like it?” Jermajesty’s question went flying past your head as the only thing you could do was stare. The buzz cut, the small goatee that was starting to stand out, and the gold in his mouth? The lower half of your body started to grow warm the more you looked at him.
Jermajesty caught on to your staring and thought you hated them, a small frown fell on his face as he began to drop his smile but you immediately snapped out of your trance before he could fully stop smiling. “wait, no! I like them.” You closed the gap between you two by slithering your way onto his lap, taking his face in both your hands, moving his head occasionally to get a good look at his grillz. “You look so good in ‘em.” Jermajesty’s face turned a soft shade of pink at your compliment. “Thank you.”
Sitting in his lap and actually seeing his goatee and grillz up close made your pussy get a heartbeat, you didn’t even realize you were staring again until Jermajesty moved his hands to settle on your hips. He couldn’t help the small smirk that fell on his face once he realized why you were staring. “You good mama?” You blinked several times before you got yourself together. “mhmm, I’m good.” You took your bottom lip into your mouth.
Jermajesty looked at you for a moment before deciding on his next move, he took his right hand off your hip, moving it to the back of your neck, gripping with light pressure, pushing you towards him.
He pulled you into a kiss—it started off soft and gentle but once you pressed against him harder and let out a tiny whimper, the gentleness faded.
His hand that was at the back of your neck moved to the front, grabbing your front with pressure that made your head fuzzy and a small gasp that was just enough for him to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced in unison, your arms wrapping around his neck, trying to pull him even closer, attempting to melt into his skin.
Jermajesty pulled back from you to catch his breath, he took in his bottom lip between his teeth, feeling his dick starting to get hard from the makeout. Your eyes were lidded low but you caught the way he was looking at you; his eyes were filled with lust, ready to pounce on you, but you also caught a glimpse of his grill.
Just the overall sight of him caused your hips to absentmindedly rut against him causing you to let out a soft moan—Jermajesty let out a shaky sigh before he spoke up, “You gone let me eat your pussy?”
w: 18+, toxicity, cussing/swearing, daddy/papa for him, ma/mama for you, use of the n word, black/fem! momma, sexual themes — pnv pentration/breeding kink — you can tell they still fckin on the low, Jermajesty just wants his family back together.
ᢉ𐭩 G SPEAKS: papa man is confirmed toxic, lemme feed into this.
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baby daddy! maj who…
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who will never say it but he lowkey trapped you — he promised to pull out but when he lost himself too deep within you, just couldn’t help himself. you shuddered with every thought of feeling him cum inside of you for the first time.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who knew parenthood was down the line for your futures eventually but couldn’t resist letting the world see what he did to you when it happened. Thoughts of proudly walking around with your swollen belly knowing he was the reason you were growing like that.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who wanted you off the market even more than you already were just by being his girl. Who always joked about going half on a baby. Who always wondered what both of your genes would look like on your kid. Who already had a list of baby names in his phone.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who bought you the plan b and was disappointed that it worked so the next time y’all had sex, he begged to do it again— promising it would be the last time, he just wants to feel it again.
“‘jus this last time, i fuckin’ swear… you just feel so fuckin’ good, ma” pussy drunken babbling and planting wet kisses down your spine, his hands gripped your hips tight enough to bruise, pulling you back on his dick desperately. Gushy, wet, gummy walls wrapped around him like a fucking vice with every push and pull. Your head fell on top of your arms in pure submission.
You should’ve told him no or pled a case to contradict his but his strokes were enough to turn your brain into mush. “‘s okay, baby… ‘jus don’t stop, please… ‘m so close” you murmured back.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who was on your body much more than usual before you got pregnant. who made sure to fuck you again shortly after that night.
He didn’t plan at all to drink that night but he wasn’t going to stop you from doing so. he had a drink and two. the club felt straight out of a movie— one arm reached back into his hair as your hips danced to the beat of ‘Like That’ by Summer Walker, your ass pressed tightly against his crotch in your mini dress, circling on his khakis.
it was probably the way you tilted your head back and looked at him— that soft drunk look in your pupils that had your eyes low, your cat eye lash extensions didn’t help either. Jermajesty knew what that look meant.
He smirked, “don’t start actin’ out in here, cool it, ma” you frowned in faux concern, “‘whatchu mean, papa?” Your tongue darted out to wet the corners of your mouth, fully staring your boyfriend down. but the final straw was taking his hand that rested on your stomach and guiding it under your dress— “‘s all for you, daddy”
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who wasn’t as faded as you, he needed have to be. Jermajesty knew he wasn’t letting the moon go down without putting you through the mattress.
ꪆৎ baby daddy! jermajesty who had you on your back to finish the third round, your ankles on his shoulders as he pounded into you. “pussy real good, mama” he groaned, dipping down to kiss you, “‘gon make me fuckin’ nut in you, put my baby in you” you mewled, gushing around him. no objections?
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who stood with you in the bathroom was you waited for your third pregnancy test to process a couple weeks later. you really didn’t know why a third was needed when two of them already was positive — “‘jus wanna be sure” he mumbled. there was no use in turning it over or looking away, he wrapped both arms around your body and stared over your shoulder as the timer went off — pregnant.
“is this something you even wanna do?” you asked, pressing your face into his chest, squeezing him tighter, “be a father?”
Jermajesty blanched, jerking his head back to look down and meet your eye, “are you kidding me? of course i want to do this. there’s nobody else I’d rather do this parent shit with. I love you, bae, more than anything— more than myself. if it’s anybody to be down with for eighteen years and more, it’ll always be you, ma”
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who’s with you through every stage of your pregnancy. first — morning sickness, ginger ale, crackers, fatigue, and the smallest bump that becomes adorably noticeable. second — nature walks, date night dinners, getting your hair and nails done every two weeks, midnight cravings for key lime pie and french fries, baby shopping, maternity photoshoots, and a newfound libido that kept your sex life active. third — finalizing the nursery, sleeping with a pregnancy pillow, swollen feet, sex to begin dilating you, the baby shower, trying things to soften your cervix. but nothing compared to the day when your baby girl was born.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who loved every minute of watching you give birth. who absolutely cried. who promised he was gonna marry you. who held your hand and kissed your head as you pushed. every scream was worth the skin to skin with his daughter.
“What’s her name?”
“Dream Emilia Jackson” 🎀
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who slowly became a different person in the later months following Dream’s birth. Who seemingly slept a lot more or stayed out longer with his brothers despite their protests for him to go home.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who slowly became more avoidant to you as the mother of his heart and soul. Who stopped touching you, who slept away from you, who only responded to stimuli if Dream was involved. He loved his daughter more than life itself and wouldn’t dare abandon her regardless of his feelings.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who let his cold feet of first time parenthood influence him.
“where’ve you been?” you asked standing at the island of your kitchen, putting away the dinner he missed out on again for the third night in a row.
“nowhere, where’s Dream?”
“Jermajesty Jackson don’t fuckin’ play with me” you said lowly, almost too relaxed. Both for the sake of your sleeping daughter and your sanity.
“I’m not playin’, why you cussin’ at me like I’m some random nigga on the street?”
“Because you’re acting like some random nigga on the street. Comin’ in here this late like you don’t have responsibilities? Like you weren’t supposed to help me with our child? Help I shouldn’t have to ask you for, by the way. I didn’t get pregnant by fuckin’ myself”
He sighed out, “here we fuckin’ go—“
You blanched, turning up your nose, “here we go, what?”
“With this, again. I already told you what was happening tonight— it’s Randy’s birthday and all we did was go out for drinks after dinner—“
“Drinks you didn’t tell me you were getting but continue— I thought you’d be coming back home after dinner like you told me before you left—“
“Plans change, okay?!” He barked out in a hushed tone, “The plans changed. Randy wanted to stay out later with Jaafar, Omer, and I and I wasn’t gonna say no— That’s my brother, i wanted to have a good time with him—“
“And that’s more than fine, it’s just the fact that you didn’t say shit! I would’ve understood more if you told me”
Jermajesty shook his head and shrugged, the side of his mouth turning up slightly. “Even if I said something you still would’ve had an issue. Just because I’m out doesn’t mean I’m fuckin’ cheatin’ on you, (Y/N), goddamn”
You blinked at him, you even felt one of your eyes twitch. You giggled quietly to yourself and shook your head, closing up the final tupperware container. Jermajesty swallowed, watching you put the food filled containers in the fridge, still chuckling to yourself.
“Okay…” you mumbled, “you have me so.. fucked up right now but I think I finally know where your head’s at. ‘Gon ‘head and get comfortable on that couch, you’re no longer welcomed in my space”
Despite forgiving him and hearing out his own grievances a week later, your final straw came up again. When given an inch, your stupid boyfriend took a mile, like always. After promising to just be present more, he slipped up once again.
What was before coming in past 10 PM, your boyfriend stumbled inside the house at 3 in the morning. Completely ruining the night due to his absence and lack of communication. Tipsy, you’d smelled it on him when he fell into bed beside you, immediately falling into a deep sleep.
“Out, I need you out. I’m so fucking tired of you not keeping your word— not just to me but for Dream and I refuse for her to be subject to that this early. I’m better off doing this shit myself”
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who didn’t put up a fight— not because he didn’t care but because he did care. Who didn’t want to continue disappointing you. Who packed up his things and found his way back into the expansive Hayvenhurst home.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who continued caring for Dream and coparenting with you. Who agreed to pick ups and drop offs. Who hadn’t really spoken to you since that day.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who attended Dream’s first birthday party at your new house looking completely different. He was bigger, leaner, fitter looking. His once soft coils buzzed off into something shorter and sharper. The theme was pink and he showed up in a simple pale pink short sleeved button down with jeans.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who carried many of gifts and proudly toted around his pride and joy on his hip. Who respected your wishes and mingled with you solely in regards to Dream. Who agreed to keep Dream for the entire week to give you a break.
“He looks good, girl, I can’t lie” you said, taking a forkful of Dream’s strawberry vanilla marble cake. You stood in your kitchen along with one of Dream’s many of aunts— your best friend Micah.
“You’re still reminiscing, I see” Micah smirked as she also took in some cake on her plate.
“Not even. I’m just observing— I can do that and I’m observing that he looks… healthier… and I think that’ll be good for Dream”
“Good for Dream or good for you and Dream?”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re annoying”
She shrugged, going quiet for a moment. She took another bite. “How is coparenting going with him? Are y’all speaking? Cordial?”
You nodded immediately, “oh we’re cordial for sure. It’s been the best way for us to get things done about Dream. It’s great, we’re fine”
Nobody needed to know what you and Jermajesty really considered to be cordial.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who, a whole year later, realized he missed you more than any-fucking-thing in the world…
“Hello?”
Your voice called out on his car phone. Baby Dream in her car seat completely passed out, her cutesy big head tilted down, snores slipping past her drooling mouth.
“Hey, it’s Maj. Are you home?”
You paused for a moment, “uh, no not yet but I’m pulling up”
Jermajesty pursed his lips, softly frowning. “It’s 9– almost 10 PM, where you comin’ from?”
On your end, behind the steering wheel, you also blanched and let out a chuckle, “you don’t get to be in my business. What’s up— why’re you calling me? Is Dream ok?”
“Nah, where you comin’ from and who you with?”
All you could do was laugh and shake your head. It really wasn’t funny but you had to laugh to steady yourself. Jermajesty Jermaine Jackson really knew how to get under your skin.
“Boy, don’t make me cuss on this phone knowin’ my daughter is probably right next to you. You have no reason to question me or try to be in my business, we are not together anymore. It’s been a year. Have I ever questioned you? Or harass you about the women you probably been thirsty to get up with? No. So don’t bring this to me. Again, is my baby ok?”
It was a half truth you’d never admit to him. Your girlfriends got your side of how you really felt about such a possibility since Jermajesty was single again. Spoiler alert: you hated it.
“Dream is good, back here sleep. I was seein’ if you were home so I could drop off some more stuff that came in the mail late for her birthday but you outside so I guess I can’t do that, huh?”
You rolled your eyes. His tone was light and laced with soft sarcasm but truly, Jermajesty was already getting pissed off. He pulled up in your two car driveway and turned his vehicle off, folding his arms.
“Don’t start. This gotta be you in my driveway, I’m right behind you. C’mon and get out so I can get these gifts… so I can send ‘yo ass right back home, you pissin’ me off”
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who wore a playful stank face as you stepped out of your car and approached his. You watched as he also stepped out and leaned against the vehicle. Who rolled his eyes when you let out another laugh.
“Ain’t shit funny, don’t come over here with that”
You fell into his body with a side hug, only for him to playfully push you off.
“Nah don’t be huggin’ on me, I’on know where you been at. Probably all up on these other niggas out here— don’t be touchin’ me, girl”
You swatted at his chest, giving his torso a squeeze. “I still let you touch me and I don’t be knowing what bitch you got in your bed so shut the hell up—“
“Yeah I don’t care about allat. It’s too many niggas that’s been waiting for me to up my place to try and get in your face— I know you. Don’t play with me”
“You sound bitter, don’t be, it’s ugly. For the record, I don’t allow niggas in my face but even if I did, it’s not for you to know. This ain’t all you no more”
‘This’ being you. Not just your body but your heart. Not just your heart but the ins and outs of who you were. Everything that Jermajesty knew so well. He believed you when you said you weren’t entertaining anybody but the fact that it actively wasn’t him still broke his heart.
“Enough of this cordial shit, where’s my baby? Where’s her stuff?”
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who really couldn’t get you out of his head even if he tried. Who really got irritated at the thought of you being up for grabs for the next man.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who helped you put Dream back to bed once he stepped foot in your house. Swaddled, white noise, lights off.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who crept down your stairs and walked until he met you in the kitchen where you were assembling a bowl of ice cream. Who quick dipped a finger in the custard knowing you hated that.
You slapped his hand, “don’t do that shit, y’know I hate that. It’s so gross”
Jermajesty only chuckled and licked at his digit. “You always get so worked up around me, i think it’s funny”
“It’s because you know exactly what buttons to push that makes me want to kill you”
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who stood against your island and just observed you. A quiet silence ascended between you two. His heart pounded against his ribs, blood rushing in his ears.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who couldn’t help but let his eyes trail down… you slimmed down some after having Dream but still had the parts of you that got thicker since being pregnant.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who shamelessly checked you out. Your legs that naturally pressed together. Your chest that was comforted by the bra you were wearing and sat up noticeably in your white tank top. Your ass that called out to him in those jeans… almost enticing for him to grab at like he always did. All the parts of you that ran him wild at one point. That still did honestly. Fuck no he wasn’t letting another nigga touch that.
“You’re quiet..” you mumbled, still scooping vanilla bean into the bowl, “what’re you thinkin’ about over there boy?”
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who let his body move before his brain could make a proper decision. Who walked right up on you, his lower half flush right against yours. His arms on both sides of you, caging you into him.
“How much I miss you, mama… daddy been thinkin’ about tryna come back home”
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who dipped his head into the crook of your neck from behind and began placing wet, open mouth kisses to your skin. One hand of his freed from the counter and slid over your pelvis, wrapping around your lower half to keep you right in him. Still worshiping your neck.
“Y’know we’re not supposed to be doing this, right?” You whispered, eyes closed and trying not to melt right then and there.
“You said that last time”
“And I’m saying it again this time. Shit’s gonna get real confusing, Maj”
“You didn’t seem confused when I had you over this island..” kiss. “‘Jus strokin’ mama real good with my hand over your mouth tryin’ not to wake my daughter up” kiss. “You didn’t seem confused.. in fact, you told me to keep going.. begged me not to stop”
You bit down on your lip to prevent a moan building up in your throat. Jermajesty had a salacious way with his words, sometimes it was enough to work you up.
“Y’know that’s not what I mean by confusing” you breathed out, “we can’t keep doin’ this and we’re not back together… what’s the point?”
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty whose hands pushed your ice cream bowl away from your hands just to fully grab you up in his arms. His hands slithered up to cup your breasts, his mouth still assaulting your neck.
“That don’t matter. I’m still yours and you still mine, ‘m not worried about anything and you shouldn’t be either. No matter how shit went, I was always gonna have you… always gonna have this pussy, y’know that”
Unfortunately you did know that. It was part of the reason why you weren’t stopping him as he began unbuttoning your jeans and dipping a hand past to seek out his heaven on earth.
ꪆৎ baby daddy jermajesty who always, always got what he wanted.
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ᢉ𐭩 G SPEAKS: this wasn’t as toxic as I wanted it to be but it’s ok, I just gotta write more 😋 and I will! 😋 late night bender? night shift, y’all up???
Staying Still
masterlist
John Price/female reader
cw: brief sexual content
“Last chance.” He murmurs in your ear, beard brushing your skin. “You sure you don’t want to tap out princess?” You swallow.
“I’m not a quitter.” Your voice trembles, even against your best efforts to keep it steady.
This was supposed to be a joke. A test. A game of chicken you won.
It wasn’t supposed to be… this.
John looks you, blue eyes still bright in the low neon lights of the chapel. You’ve studied his face a thousand times, but you’ve never seen him look like this. A reverence soaked with intensity, limerence.
It must be the alcohol. The night turned morning. This train rapidly careening off the tracks.
The two of you caught up in a dare, caught up in each other, if only for this fleeting moment.
He searches your eyes one last time, and then nods at the Elvis impersonator who’s standing quietly at your side.
“We’re ready.”
Your hand feels heavier.
Which is strange, because why would that be?
There’s sunlight streaming in through the window across the bed, across your face, and you fling your arm over your eyes, trying to block it out, ward off the hangover migraine you can already feel coming.
Jesus Christ, what the hell happened last ni-
“Oh my god.” You shoot straight up in bed, sheets pooling at your waist. The sudden movement has the room spinning, and your hand, your heavy hand, folds down onto the mattress for support, entire body aching. Bones rigid, muscles sore, everything stiff… and sticky between your legs. “Oh my god.” You’re alone in bed, but not the room. The shower is on in the bathroom, steam rolling out from beneath the door, and for a long second, you wonder if you hallucinated the whole thing. If you dreamed it.
No.
The proof, undeniable, blatant, shiny… is sitting on your finger.
“Holy fuck.”
An empty, tipped over champagne bottle catches your eye. Next to it? Your underwear. You’re stark naked beneath the sheets, and when you run your fingers over your face, you feel the telltale hardened sprawl of lashes. You didn’t even wash your makeup off.
But all of that pales in comparison to what happened last night. What you think happened last night.
The ring sparkles at you, mocks you. You try not to dwell on the face that it’s huge, something purchased at one of the high end jewelry stores in one of the hotels. It’s flashy. Multiple carats. Perfect clarity. It’s what every girl wants.
Except you.
Take one look at this ring and it says exactly what you would except. It belongs to a spoiled brat. A girl gone wild, a material girl, a fake, pretty, plastic barbie doll.
The ring brandishes the ugliest truth at you, one you can’t escape.
This is how he sees you.
The shower stops. There’s the sound of a drawer, movement, and you’re split down the middle, debating grabbing all your clothes and making a run for it, or hiding under the bed.
You don’t have time to consider either. As soon as you start to roll towards where your bra lays on the floor, the door creaks… and then he’s there. In jeans, without a shirt on, watching you with crossed arms. Your throat dries, lips parting for words that won’t come out. There isn’t a cohesive thought in your head.
Run. Hide. Sprint out the door and onto a plane.
This… this is wrong.
This is your crush gone rancid, desire turned foul. Tarnished by a farce, something fake and vapid, something not meant to last.
A wedding in Vegas.
How cliche.
Your wildest, hopeful dreams would have been to be with John for one day, just for a night and nothing more.
Now you’ve turned it into a mess. A reflection of yourself.
His gaze drops to the ring, and your stomach flips hard.
He doesn’t smile, or frown, or sigh. He just holds steady focus, his laser precision studying her hand like it’s a puzzle.
“Uh, hi.” Your voice cracks, and she finally exhales.
“Oh Ava. What am I going to do with you.”
“Well…” you gesture to the room, its trashed state, the tipped over bottle. “We can… pretend this never happened?” His eyes narrow.
“We can’t.” You’re not sure you’ve ever heard him so serious.
“Okay,” you say, fast. “Okay that’s fine. We can undo it, right? We… this… this happened but it was just a drunken mistake. A crazy, drunken Vegas mistake.” You’re not sure who you’re talking to now, him or you. You add a half hearted laugh, perfectly crafted, but it doesn’t hit.
John’s jaw tightens. It’s subtle, but you see it, just like you always see him. Everywhere. In a room, down the hallway, you feel him around every corner, in every stairwell. Everywhere.
His eyes don’t leave you, and the look in them isn’t desire, or hunger, or something close to carnal. Nothing like they were last night. That’s one thing you can remember. His eyes. Heavy, heated, possessive. Looking up at you from between your legs as his tongue rolled over your clit and you came. Looking at you like he wanted you. Like this wasn’t just a dare, a fluke, a mistake.
But he’s not looking at you like that now. No. Right now, his eyes are clinical. Assessing, diagnosing.
“Ava.” Your shoulders rise to your ears instinctively.
“I didn’t mean…” you start with a whisper, but stop. This is your fault, you know. You took it too far, couldn’t control yourself, couldn’t not take the bait, push it to the limit. You’ve poisoned whatever it was between the two of you. You’ve ruined it. “I… it’s fine. We can get an annulment right now. Today. Don’t they do those? For situations like this? I mean, it’s Vegas. I’m sure there’s a need for it. We can do it before we get on the plane, it will be easy. I’ll look-”
“Stop.” You bite down on the inside of your cheek, instantly silenced. A little girl chastised by her daddy. “You’re spiraling.”
“I am not spiraling.” You snap. His gaze flicks to the bottle, your underwear, the mascara smudged under your eyes, to the ring. Then back to your face, where his expression softens a fraction.
“Okay.” He says in that calm, steady tone, the one that makes you feel insane. The one that could be so soft, so safe if you fell into it. “We’re not going to make any decisions right now.”
“I want-”
“I want you to drink some water and have something to eat.” There’s a knock at the door down the hall. “Room service. Get dressed.”
You scramble as soon as his back is turned, fumbling around for your clothes. This isn’t your room, yours is down the hall, and the only thing you have in here is your skimpy cocktail dress and too high heels.
A cart is wheeled in and a moment later, John reappears, plate and bottle of water in hand. You can’t look at him as he deposits it on the side table. Him, freshly showered, clean, put back together and you, a mess, dirty in your skin tight dress.
Fingers slowly stroke the apple of your cheek. Your heart practically stops in your chest.
“Eat.” He says sternly. “I’ve got to run down to the lobby quick. Stay put, eat your breakfast and drink that bottle of water.” He slips his shoes on, and then looks at her expectantly. “Ava.”
“What?”
“Do not leave this room. Finish your food and wait for me here. Do you understand?” Yes daddy, you want to mock, push back against this heavy hand like you always do. Instead, you force a smile, teeth gnashed together, and lie.
“Yes.”
Facing the music is harder than you anticipated.
You’re not sure what you expected, after fleeing. After sitting in your apartment for two days, hiding. Trying to stave off the consequences.
There were dozens of them. Consequences.
Missed calls. From John, from Daisy, from Liv. Endless text messages, some worried, some sternly worded.
I asked you to stay put.
Answer the phone.
Ava.
And now, as you stare down the barrel of the hospital’s front doors, you feel the full weight of those consequences.
Your stomach twists. Dread and anxiety settle there, spinning in circles, tightening around your neck like a noose.
“Y’alright?” A rough British accent shakes you from your spiral, and you turn to find Doctor Riley standing behind you with an eyebrow raised. Shit.
“Fine, thanks.” You sound like yourself, steady and self-assured, there’s nothing in your voice that betrays the turmoil brewing inside you.
“He’s not here.” You freeze, fingers tightening instinctively on the strap of your bag. “Took today off.”
“Oh.” You shrug. Unbothered, or at least pretending to be. “That’s nice.”
“Daisy called you ten times over the weekend.” He glances at your left hand, gaze turning cool. “She’s upset you were ignoring her.” Your already turbulent stomach twists with guilt.
“I know.” His eyes narrow.
“Fix it.” Doctor Riley, Simon, doesn't mess around when it comes to his wife. She and Riley are the sun, and he’s every planet in the solar system, endlessly rotating around them.
You bite your tongue, swallow the smart response that threatens to slip free.
“I will.” You give him a fake, saccharine smile. “Thanks.” His eyes turn severe, and then he shakes his head.
“Sugar cubes.”
“What?” He smiles, already in motion, headed toward the doors.
“Nothing.”
“Look at me.”
You can’t. You want to, some hidden, terrified part of you desperately wants to, but you’re too afraid.
It’s easier to look at the ceiling. At the wall. At the strip, glowing outside the hotel room window.
“Ava.” He murmurs into your jaw, lips warm on your skin. You’re on fire. Every nerve, every synapses, every single cell inside you is exploding, and every time he rolls his hips, you’re torn between ecstasy and agony. “Ava.” He says again, and you shake your head.
“I can’t.”
“Yes you can.” His body presses into yours, steadily, patiently, and you moan. He’s breaking you into pieces with each thrust, tearing your heart in two.
When you ignore him, he drives forward, hard. Hard enough your hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
“John-”
“Give me your eyes, princess.” He says it gently, but there’s a command in his voice, one you can’t fight it, and when you finally look up, he’s there. Waiting. Watching.
Everything is stripped away. He’s not looking at you like a disappointed attending, he’s not glaring at you sternly. He’s not lecturing you, or teasing you, or showering you in that rare, soft praise you occasionally get.
He’s looking at you with something raw in his eyes, something real.
He’s looking at you like this matters.
You have the urge to flee. Crawl out of your skin. Get away from this man who has been living in a secret compartment of your soul for years now, run away from the consequences of making a mockery of your own feelings. Your heart.
Your eyes fill with tears.
His hand comes up to cradle your face, thumb catching the first one that rolls towards the pillow from your temple.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He kisses you. Whiskey and cigar roll over your lips and you drink it in, pull him closer. You let yourself believe it for a second, let yourself imagine this not being a dare, a drunken mistake.
When you can’t take the eye contact anymore you wrench your gaze away and bury your face in his neck, tasting the salt and smoke of his skin. That’s where you stay, as he takes you apart and puts you back together over and over again, and the sun starts to rise over Sin City’s skyline.
Daisy is very calm.
It’s annoying, considering she used to be wild, unhinged even, like you. Two peas in a pod. Partners in crime.
If you had a bad idea, you could trust Daisy to double down on it, all while the two of you made Olivia pull her hair out at the roots.
But that was before.
Now, she sits at the lunch table, hands folded under her chin, looking wise beyond her years. Her watchful eyes fix on your face, the perfect picture of contemplation and consideration, a barely-there smirk the only evidence of her amusement.
“The internet says it’s a whole process. I thought I could just file some paperwork.”
“You’re surprised undoing a marriage isn’t so easy?” Daisy raises a brow. You scowl at her.
“It’s not a marriage,” you protest immediately. The word sinks like a stone in your stomach. “It was a wedding, that’s all.” You shove aside the memory that snakes its way up your spine at the word wedding, swallow back the heat pooling on the tip of your tongue as you remember the feeling of John’s body on yours, his hand on yours, fingers intertwined as he buried himself so deep you could feel him in your heart. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It’s not the same.” The chair next to you creaks as Olivia slumps into it, a hand covering her face. She looks beat, and you're eager to change the subject. “You look exhausted.”
“I have the worst assignment today." She reaches for a fry on your plate. “And I swear I’m still hungover.”
“It’s Tuesday,” Daisy says, and Olivia nods somberly.
“I know. That’s why it’s such an issue. When did we get so old? I mean, you’re both married. I’m practically a spinster.” You groan.
“I’m not married. I just… made a legally binding mistake.”
“Uh, I don’t know if you remember but you are married. Trust me, I know. I was there.”
“And I wasn’t.” Daisy takes a swig from her water bottle and frowns. “I can’t believe you got married and I wasn’t there.” You wonder what would have happened if Daisy was there. If she and Simon hadn’t gone to bed. Would she have let you do it? Would she have stopped you?
“Okay, can we please stop talking about this?”
“Why? It’s the most exciting thing that’s happened since Simon and Daisy got married.” Olivia leans in conspiratorially. “Did you consummate said marriage?” Your cheeks burn. Daisy’s mouth forms a O.
“Oh my god.”
“Stop.” You hiss.
“Oh my god, Ava!” Olivia cackles, and the heads around you at other tables turn. You glare at them, at her.
“Liv. Shut up.”
“Okay, okay. But I need to know… how was it? He?” You shake your head.
“It was good and I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Good is an understatement. Good is something you say when a server asks you how your meal is, or when your coworker asks you how your weekend was.
It wasn’t good.
It was everything.
“Okay but you’re not getting out of this.” Olivia decides, looking at her watch as it buzzes. She sighs. “I’ve gotta get back.”
“Me too.” You stand with her, leaving your fries on the table for Daisy. “Talk later?” She smiles.
“Definitely.”
“I think I want to get married,” you muse with a sigh, leaning into Olivia’s side. It’s close to three in the morning, though you’re barely tired. The alcohol buzzing through your veins has kept you going since eight the night before. The guests of honor, Simon and Daisy, tapped out of their own joint bachelor/bachelorette party hours ago. “I’d be a hot bride.” She giggles, and John leans forward, elbows on knees.
“You want to get married, princess?” There’s something in his expression that steals your breath. His lips are no longer tipped upward in an amused smile, and his eyes are dry of mirth. Instead, you see hunger, heated possessiveness. You see…
Challenge.
You shrug.
“Sure. Why not? It seems fun.” You lift your martini to your lips. It’s your fourth of the night, you think. Or fifth. Or who knows, you’ve stopped counting. John’s eyes sweep you. They linger on your calves, work their way up to your knees, your waist, the low cut of your dress. Finally, they find your own gaze, and stay there.
“You should get married, Ava.” Olivia slurs, lists to the side. Kyle puts his arm around her but she straightens, excited, glancing between you and John. “Oh my god, you two should get married! I could be your flower girl!” She keeps going, completely unaware. Johnny is shaking his head at her, the motion that started out as playful now turning more serious. “The two of you would make such cute babies too.”
“Olivia,” Kyle says softly, and she gives him a lighthearted scowl.
“What? It’s not like I’m being serious.” She hiccups, reaches for her drink, pouts when Johnny swipes it before she can get her fingers on it. “That’s not fair.”
“Think ye’ve had enough angel.”
“It’s okay. She’s not serious, right? She never is.” John says, looking at you, and it stings. Olivia’s face twists.
“She’s-”
“Want to bet?” You interrupt her, cutting off whatever she’s going to say, some well-meant defense of your character. “We could get married right now.” Kyle and Johnny exchange an uncomfortable look that you catch from the corner of your eye, but you’re too wrapped up in this to stop and think about it, and the vodka is making your head fuzzy. John cocks his head.
“We could…” he says slowly.
“Unless you’re scared.” He raises an eyebrow.
“Of getting married?”
“Of me.” It comes out small. So much smaller than you imagined it would, a whisper full of fear. His eyes soften, and he stands. Holds out his hand for you to take, and then pulls you up off the couch. You list to the side, off balance in your heels, but he steadies you, holds you in his arms. Your heart pounds in your ears.
“I’m not afraid of you princess.” He murmurs, and briefly strokes your cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “We can go find a chapel right now.” You swallow. The world quiets, the sounds of the casino, of Olivia, everything else falls away until it’s just the two of you, staring at one another.
Refusing to back down.
You smile. It’s forced, because this is spiraling out of control. It shouldn’t be him. This farce shouldn’t be happening with the one man you’ve always thought you might want something real with.
You shake it off. Shove it down-
And look him dead in the eye.
“Let’s go then.”
You don’t end up talking to Daisy, or Liv, or anyone later.
The day runs you ragged. Patients, providers, room seven’s sister, the elevator on your side of the floor out of service, all of it all at once leaves you with a headache blooming behind your eyes.
You drive home on autopilot.
You hardly remember getting your bag from the car, getting into your apartment, falling onto your couch. You turn the TV on if only to have background noise, and then stare at the ceiling.
Married.
You’re married.
It's still alien in your mind, on your tongue.
Married to a pipe dream of a man. Married to someone you always hope might see you differently, might know you.
You married him, and it’s not real.
He didn’t choose you.
He chose a dare. A challenge.
A wild, impulsive, ridiculous idea that will make a great story.
The reality of it all drains the life out of you.
Which is why you’re half asleep when someone starts repeatedly knocking at your door.
You stumble up from the couch, tripping over the laundry basket that’s overflowing with clean clothes, trying to tug your t-shirt into place.
The knocks start again.
“I’m coming!” You yell down the hall. “Jesus.”
You don’t look through the peephole. You should have, it may have given you time to prepare, to formulate a plan or just… pretend you’re not home.
Unfortunately, you did not look.
So you have nothing to say when you fling open the door to find John Price standing on your doormat, his arms crossed, head cocked.
“John,” you breathe. His eyes move over your face, your body, your bare left ring finger . His jaw tightens, and then his gaze lifts to yours.
living with john price means finding randoms in your house. well, not entirely randoms. just some of my mates, john reassures. no need to worry.
it means finding johnny passed out drunk on your couch, finding simon rummaging through your fridge, finding kyle cooking something, and finding nikolai smoking outside.
at a certain point, it becomes a norm. waking up from a nap to find simon sitting next to you. greeting johnny in the kitchen as he eats leftovers. laughing with kyle as you watch some youtube video. sharing stories with nikolai. it's normal for them to crash a few nights before kissing you on your head and waving to john.
maybe living with john and his friends isn't so bad after all.
the face bsf!rafe first made when he saw the bikini picture you posted from your day at the beach
“fuck,” he whimpered softly, jaw slack as he desperately rutted his aching cock into his fist, angry tip leaking with pre-cum as his eyes flickered over the phone screen.
he felt like such a fuckin creep, getting off to his own best friend’s instagram pictures. he couldn’t help it though; not with the way your ass was hanging out of the bottom of your suit, tan lines clearly visible. and most definitely not with the way your tits were spilling out of your bikini top, the wet material clinging onto the soft curves of your breasts.
he couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like to fuck them; his tip coming to barely brush between your lips after every thrust, how he’d make you part your lips and lick at the stickiness that would string off.
“sh-hit,” he moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut and brows furrowing as he picked up his pace, tightening his hand a little - trying to imagine it as you fluttering around him instead.
“fuckfuckfuckfuck, mmmh shit-” he whined, biting down on his lip to quiet himself.
his hand moved frantically for more friction, the cool of the ring on his index finger only bringing more effect to the warm pool in his stomach.
“need it y/n, shiit, wan’ to cum.” he groaned under his breath, his blue eyes opening to look back at your picture. but this time, a small glint in the sun caught his attention.
sitting beautifully on your neck was a gold necklace he had gotten you on your birthday, a little ‘r’ pendant hanging just out of reach from your cleavage. how the fuck did he not notice it before? a flare of possessiveness bloomed in his chest, n he felt the familiar rush of heat course through him.
he came hard, the spurts of slick painting his chest and stomach; his hips stuttering and abdomen flexing.
as he slowly came down from his high, body spent and limp against his mattress, he silently made a decision - he was definitely gonna make you take that post down.
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