also, sort of going off of this post, I’m sort of coming around to the point being made mostly in the lead up to Endgame where people were like ‘please watch another movie’* because...I feel like if people watched a wider variety of films they might have more literacy with visual storytelling and we might be spared some of the hotter takes.**
*I think those actual posts were almost universally poorly worded, and I hate hate hate the phrasing of ‘please read another book/watch another movie’ I would like us to retire that phrase forever now please, because it comes off as 1) condescending/shaming/fucking rude 2) as if they’re telling you to completely stop watching whatever it is they’re talking about and set it aside forever, when what we (or at least I...) really want to say is ‘hey - do you enjoy this thing? good news! reading/watching other things will make you understand and enjoy the thing even more! it will give you more skills to tease out more meaning in what you’re watching and you might find you also enjoy these other things and it’s just great all around!’
**I don’t by any means think we’ll be completely spared. There will always be those dudes who went to film school but still want to present to us an absolutely scorching take that’s not in any way backed up by the film just to prove how much smarter they are than the filmmakers or the general audiences, or want to nitpick about things that aren’t fed to them in the dialogue but presented by onscreen cues (*cough* cinemasins but then they also complain when we are spoonfed information in dialogue so....I don’t really know what they want...) but I think we might get less people who unquestioningly believe in and spread the scorching takes.
being apart for so long had already begun taking its toll— the seven hours time-difference, missed calls, and replies that only grew shorter & shorter whenever sae was buried deep in training. but it snowballed fast, and weeks of frustration finally spilled out all at once.
“… you didn’t even bother replying to any of my texts yesterday, sae!” you snapped, pacing back and forth across your bedroom with your phone pressed tightly to your ear.
“i told you. i was busy with training.” he replied flatly.
“you always use that as an excuse!”
“cause it’s the truth.”
“so you couldn’t spare thirty seconds to send me a text?” you shot back, frustration bleeding through every word.
a tired sigh came through the speaker. “… not everything revolves around texting you every hour.”
the words left his mouth harsher than he intended.
“… got it.”
“you know that’s not what i meant.” he sighed, exhaling sharply.
“then what exactly… did you mean, sae?” you demanded, your voice trembling despite how badly you wanted it to sound firm. “because lately it feels like i’m constantly trying to squeeze myself into whatever tiny space you have left for me.”
“don’t start, please.”
“don’t… start?” you scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out. “i’m your girlfriend. i shouldn’t have to beg for your attention.”
“and i shouldn’t have to justify every second of my day to you.”
for a moment, all you could hear was the faint static of the call between you. it stretched on long enough for your anger to start turning into something heavier.
“maybe… it’s better if we stop pretending this is working,” you whispered, your throat tightening around every word.
sae’s sharp reply came instantly. “don’t say that.”
“… why not?” you snapped. “when was the last time we had a conversation that didn’t end like this?”
“that’s because you keep pushing.”
“no, it’s because you’re impossible to talk to!”
“maybe because nothing i say is ever enough for you.”
for a beat, neither of you said anything. then came the final straw. “fine,” you breathed, the word coming out shakier than you wanted. “… maybe soccer is the only thing you actually care about. you know what? i’m done.”
before he could respond, you ended the call.
the screen went dark instantly, your tear-streaked reflection staring back at you through the blackened glass.
for the first time since the argument started, your apartment fell completely silent. your chest felt tight. your eyes burned from crying because some part of you already missed him. and despite how angry you still were, guilt had already begun creeping in around the edges.
but right now, the resentment that had been building for weeks was still fresh, still sitting heavy in your chest. then in a fit of anger and exhaustion, you’d decided to block him everywhere— imessage, whatsapp, instagram, tiktok, even his email too. you didn’t want to hear his voice, see his name pop up on your screen, or read another dry reply that made you feel like an inconvenience.
you just needed silence and a moment of clarity for yourself.
—
on the other side of the world, sae stared at his phone screen in disbelief.
his messages weren’t delivering. his calls went straight to voicemail. when he opened instagram, your account no longer existed in his following or followers. the last message he sent you sat on ‘not delivered.’
he tried once more, then again, each attempt ending the same way. still nothing.
“… fuck,” he muttered, jaw clenched so tight it ached.
he was in his hotel room after his evening training, hair still damp from the shower, exhaustion from the day mixing with rising irritation from whatever that transpired between you two.
sae rarely lost his cool. but right now, sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone gripped tightly in his hand; he was definitely furious. sure, the two of you had argued before, but this time you had intentionally shut him out. he knew he’d said things he shouldn’t have. he knew the distance had been wearing thin on both of you. but the thought that you’d actually block him— or cut him off completely made him feel more helpless than ever.
after one last failed call, he threw his phone onto the mattress with a sharp exhale, dragging a hand down his face.
“stubborn woman…” he hissed under his breath, teal-eyes sharp with irritation. “you really think blocking me is going to fix anything?”
he leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the phone lying uselessly in front of him. a small part of him wanted to book the first flight back to japan without thinking twice, while the rational part of him knew you’d only resent him for ignoring the space you so clearly needed.
but the longer he sat there, unable to reach you; the heavier the unease settled in his chest. because for the first time in a long time… he couldn’t get through to you.
and he absolutely hated it.
⨳ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: errr ending it here because i might wanna do a pt 2
A/N: i finally wrote something!!! i apologize for my lack of fics, i've been so unmotivated and unable to write anything, it's so bad. i've been reading a lot more and have spent most of my time doing that, but i put the books down and got this out!
summary: everyone asked for a part 2 to overheard, so here it is! i'm tagging everyone that commented and asked for a second part
word count: ~1.6k
warnings: recalling of asshole friends, mentions of issues with intimacy and sex
“I can’t fucking believe you guys! Do you know she was in tears last night?!”
What you thought was going to be a peaceful, relaxing morning with your lover turned out to be a whole lot more than you were hoping for. True to his word, Dean wasn’t beside you in bed, but he was instead downstairs shouting at his friends for the events that transpired when he was gone last night.
You could faintly hear the other voices of his three friends and teammates attempting to explain their side of things. Which he wasn’t having. Quietly, you trek out of his bedroom and take a seat at the top of the stairs, the same spot that you sat in the previous night when you heard his friends shitting on you.
“Listen, I don’t know what the fuck you guys were on last night and I don’t know all of what was said, or how things were said, but she was going to walk out on our relationship to save my friendship with you dickheads.”
“We were just saying she’s always around, and-”
“She’s my girlfriend! Of course she’s going to be around. And she said you guys brought up Allie, which is a while new level of fucked up. What were you fucking thinking?”
“We weren’t,” you hear Tucker state flatly, clearly the only one who appears to be remorseful of what happened. “It was stupid.”
“It was far from stupid! It’s uncalled for! For fuck sake, you made her believe that she’s not worthy of being with me simply because my ex and I fucked all the time. People can change, I love her for her. Sure, things with Allie were fun, but they started out as strictly sex so I fell for her in a different way. With (Y/N), I fell in love with her organically, in a way that allowed me to see her in a deeper sense than just sex. So if you think that’s dumb of me, fine. Take it out on me, mess with me about it, but do not ever bring her into this shit ever again.”
After some more shouting and talk back from the guys, you decide to make your appearance, pretending that you just woke up. Slowly, you descend the stairs and rub your eyes just to keep the act up.
“Oh, hi,” you awkwardly murmur, stepping over to the cupboard to get a mug for some coffee. Dean steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his lips dropping to your ear.
“You were listening, weren’t you?” He whispers, biting the shell of your ear teasingly.
“Maybe,” you keep your voice the same decibel as his, not wanting his friends to hear. Suddenly, Dean’s body draws away from you, his back straightening and his eyes glaring at his friends.
“Isn’t there something you guys would like to say to (Y/N)?” Dean’s voice booms, arms crossing over his chest. You turn around to face the guys, suddenly feeling small under their apologetic gazes.
“We really shouldn’t have spoken about you like that,” Tucker is the first to bite the bullet. “It was incredibly wrong and rude, and yeah, we had been drinking so we didn’t have a filter, but that’s not an excuse. I’m sorry, (Y.N).”
“It’s not, and we are incredibly sorry,” Garrett steps in. “We can see how happy Dean makes you and we should not have commented on your relationship when we know nothing about it.”
“Yeah, what we said was disgusting, honestly. We didn’t have any right to say what we did, and sure, we were drinking, but like Tucker said, it’s still not okay. I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you guys. I know Dean and I are different, and I’m very unlike his last girlfriend, but I love him a lot. Hearing what you guys said made me feel like…I don’t know. Like I wasn’t exactly welcome into his friend group.”
The three men groan upon hearing your response, realizing just how much they fucked up, hearing it from your side instead of a passionate and angry Dean.
“Listening as my boyfriend’s friends shit on me really hurt,” you continue on. “And I know that I can’t compare to his ex, but I don’t want you guys not liking me for things you see on the surface level. Because I don’t know what Dean tells you in terms of our relationship and sex life, but I’ve struggled in the past with sex and intimacy. It’s been difficult for me, and I don’t expect you to know that, but all I ask is that you don’t make assumptions on things you see.”
Your confession silences the whole room. Of course Dean knew this, but seeing his friend’s expressions, you have good authority that he said nothing about that aspect of your life; which you deeply, deeply appreciate.
“We will keep that in mind,” Garrett nods awkwardly, the remorse and guilt clear on his face. Dean still stands to your right, the same firm expression on his features, green eyes shining with both adoration and frustration.
“You guys are going to have to make it up to her,” Dean finally barks. “One by one. Sorry isn’t going to cut it. I’ll figure something out, but for now, never talk shit on her or us ever. Again. Or I will punch the shit out of every one of you. Friends or not.”
This admission frightens you. Sure, Dean can get aggressive on the ice and cause some unnecessary fights, but to threaten his friends seems…a step too far. He’s never one to resort to violence, so to be saying this to his good friends and teammates makes your heart race and head spin.
The rest of the afternoon is spent watching movies on the couch with Dean, his friends out and about for the day. Nothing else was said after you two disappeared upstairs, the house as quiet as ever after what went down this morning.
Unknown to you, Dean had sent the guys out on a shopping trip with a list as a way to apologize even more than just a simple ‘I’m sorry’. If they really regretted their mistake, they were going to have to prove it.
“The guys should be back soon,” Dean says after checking his phone, throwing it onto the couch beside him. Your second movie of the day just ended, and it was getting close to dinner.
“What are we having for dinner?”
“They have it handled.” Your eyebrows raise in curiosity and Dean says nothing, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Don’t worry about it, darling.”
“You worry me, Di Laurentis.”
Although you shouldn’t have been as worried. because sure enough, ten minutes later, Garrett, Logan, and Tucker come strolling into their shared house, bags upon bags in their hands.
“We have dinner and presents,” Garrett announces, him and the other two setting half of the bags in the living room and the other half on the counter. Standing and heading to the kitchen, the bags emit a delicious smelling aroma, one that you immediately recognize.
“We’re having Ollie’s?” You excitedly ask, seeing the familiar logo on the outside of the bags.
“Not just Ollie’s. We have the main course from there, appetizers from The Fox’s Burrow, and dessert from the best, The Cheesecake Factory,” Tucker goes through the bags filled with takeout from all of your favorite restaurants.
Your eyes flutter over to Dean, who is grabbing plates for everyone, sending you a sly wink that silently says this was all his doing.
“Alright, we have the philly cheesesteak for (Y/N),” Dean hands you the takeout box filled with your favorite dish, “bacon cheeseburger for me, cajun chicken pasta for Tucker, club sandwich for Garrett, and…” Dean’s voice trails off as he pulls the last box from the second bag, “lemon and herb encrusted chicken parmesan for Logan.”
“And everyone is welcome to the appetizers, we have mozzarella sticks, extra fries, fried mac and cheese balls, nachos, and of course, fried green beans,” Logan empties the bag from the second restaurant.
Once everyone’s plates were piled with enough food for two days, the five of you return to the couch, preparing for the next movie to start playing. Dean drops beside you, knocking his knee against yours and winking over at you once more.
“Thank you,” you whisper. “I don’t know what you did, but thank you.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he smugly replies, digging into his burger, mustard smearing across his cheek a little. You reach over and wipe it off, licking the condiment off your thumb.
“Alright, you big softie.”
The rest of the night, no words are spoken about what Dean had said to his friends for them to get all of your favorite foods from your favorite places, not to mention all the gifts they surprised you with when the cheesecake was brought out.
A slew of your favorite books, a new tote bag, a couple new hoodies, one of which had the Briar U written across the chest and the hockey team crest on the back, and, to your surprise, a Lego set you’ve been wanting for months.
Garrett, Logan, and Tucker all end the night with a friendly hug, whispering their last apologies into your ear before turning in to their rooms. When it’s finally you and Dean alone again, you crush into him with a bear hug, your face buried in his chest, arms wrapped around his waist and trailing up underneath the grey hoodie adorning his body.
“I still don’t know what you did, but I love you. Thank you for everything.”
“And I still don’t know what you’re talking about, baby. I love you too. So much. And no one says shit about my girl and gets away with it. I’ve got your back, always.”
“Enough to send your friends out for hours getting my favorite things to make it up to me?” Dean mimics zipping his lips and throwing the key away.
The Fantasy Before the Flesh: What They Imagine vs. What They Get
Have you ever wondered how it will really go down between you and your future spouse? The moment they take control, or even better, when they let you take the lead. Do you crave to uncover the true intensity of their lust, the weight of their deepest fantasies, and how it will all transpire the second they get you alone? If so, it seems like you’re in exactly the right place.
Masterlist Interstellar game Private readings
PILE ONE
IN PERSON
Pile number one, your future spouse starts fantasizing about you the second they see you. I'm not going to lie to you. They see you, and they want you, It starts there.
Then the more they see you, the more they want you in different ways. Because they see you, they see the different facets of you. So now they see your bossy side, and they start imagining you on top. They see your kind side, and they start imagining you on your knees. It never truly stops. I feel like the possibilities are endless when it comes to them.
For your pile, I do feel like your future spouse will fantasize about you for a while before anything happens. This could be a slow burn. I'm getting the same vibes like in those romance books when the guy has to keep a distance from the woman because he just wants her so bad. So sometimes she thinks he hates her, but he's actually just trying to control himself because if he gets too close, he won't be able to stop himself from putting his hands on her, his lips on her… other places… on other types of lips.
I feel like your future spouse finds you intoxicating. I feel like your scent could also be a huge turn-on. I'm getting a memory: when I worked somewhere, there was this guy who knew when I was around because he could smell my perfume. He would be able to find me just by following my scent. So I kind of feel like with you? They come into the room, this could be at work, by the way, and if they can smell you, they know you're here. And it's already good. It's already a great day.
They could have wet dreams about you. Like they wake up and they're super hard, and it's because of you. It's because they've been dreaming of you all night, and they just know it.
It's like you haunt them. They fantasize about you, and then you become a ghost, a ghost of lust and desire. A demon lying in their subconscious that, at the same time, is at the front door asking them to open it. It's really crazy.
This person would often feel like they're crazy while they get to know you. Because I feel like there's going to be some boundaries put in place. Maybe they're going to be your boss. Maybe they're going to be someone that can't outright come to your face and say, "Hey, do you want to go out with me? I like you." I feel like there's something that makes it not possible for you guys to get straight to business, you know what I mean?
And I feel like they normally have no problem with that. Like they had no problem not fucking around. That was not something that was hard for them. There's beautiful people everywhere, you know? It's not like they've never interacted with someon ethey were attracted to before, but it was easy to keep it professional, easy....
Until you.
Until they saw you. Until they started seeing you interact with the world. Until they started seeing you interact with people.
I don't know why I'm getting this, but I'm getting the vibe that you could be someone that apologizes to objects. Like, let's say you ran into a plant, you'd be like, "Oh, I'm so sorry!" to the plant. I feel like they find these little quirks of yours just so cute. And I feel like they find you adorable, and they're like, "I want to fuck the shit out of this adorable person." I really want to see what's underneath their quirky side.
There's something about you, even if you're cute, you're still the sexiest person alive. It's crazy. I feel like you have a great balance when it comes to those two energies. And I don't even think you've noticed it yourself, which is funny.
IN BED
Pile number one, when your person is going to have their hands on you, it's going to be nerve-wracking. First of all, because they've been dreaming about this for what feels like centuries.
But also because, you know when you want something so bad but it's taking time, you almost get this feeling like it's never going to happen? I feel like they could have been in that feeling before things happen physically with you.
I'm not going to lie, they could really be thinking about putting a baby in you the first time you guys do have sex together. I feel like there's something about you that's really intoxicating. Like you're their Kryptonite. There's something about you that makes them lose their mind, that makes them put aside their logical sense, their business persona, those parts of them that like to play cool and be in control.
It's like whenever you're around, whenever they get a chance to be with you alone, the stakes are so much higher. Their blood pressure too. And somehow they lose all their sense. They lose it all. They lose their mind, and they find their heart, and their throbbing wand. That's all.
This person will really want to show you off. I feel like there's a mirror going on here. Mirror sex, maybe. I feel like you're going to see in their face how happy you're making them. Just having you in their bedroom. Just having you close is already like a huge boner moment for them.
When you guys are going to have sex with each other, you're also going to make love. This is really going to be confirmation. I feel like this encounter is going to be confirmation of what they've been feeling for you, what you've been feeling for them, or what the tension in the air was all about. They're really going to recognize you as a soulmate.
I got The Heart and The Sun. I feel like it's going to become so much clearer that you are the key to their happiness. That you are the person that's going to bring them all this love that they've always wished for, but they didn't know how to ask for it or if it was even an option for them. Before you, dreaming about love and relationship wasn't a thing they would do. And now that you're in the picture? It's all they can think about. It comes natural to see you and want you by their side. You guys feel like soulmate reuniting.
That reading was just a taste. The Future Spouse Reading Combo? Even better. And you know you want it.
PILE TWO
IN PERSON
Pile two, before you have sex with your future spouse, they are going to be fantasizing about you, but in a way that feels safe. In a way that feels like there's some distance between you guys.
I don't know if they see you from afar. I don't know if they've been checking you out for a while. I kind of feel like they want to get a feel of you before anything else. They want to make sure that you're not like their ex.
I don't know why I'm getting this, but I'm really getting this. So I feel like their ex probably did a number on them, and they want to make sure that you're not like that.
This could be someone that works really hard in life to get to a comfortable place, and they're not willing to let anyone in because it took them a while to really get to wherever they are. I'm not going to lie, they're probably going to have a lot of money. They're really wealthy. They're quite comfortable.
And I'm not getting the vibe that this is someone selfish that doesn't want to share. I'm getting the vibe that this is someone that's far from selfish, they're really, really generous. So they want to make sure that they share this wealth, this abundance, this love, with someone that actually appreciates them, not only for what they bring, but also for who they are.
I feel like this could have been a problem with their ex. They want to get a feel for your energy, to make sure they can get into this without losing themselves. Without losing their finances. Without feeling like they've been taken advantage of at the end of the day.
Outside of their resentment for their last relationship, even if it still lingers, when you enter their orbit, you get them out of their head. Out of the constant state of misery they've placed themselves in. You feel like a break from all the hurt and betrayal.
That's why they can't help but wonder about you. Because it feels different. You feel different. You feel genuine. And you also seem to be an amazing person.
They have a hard time believing that you are real at first. But they slowly let their guard down, not only because they're healing, but because they would rather get hurt again getting to know you than let fear rob them of the opportunity.
Now, when it comes to the sex? I'm not going to lie, they try not to fantasize about you. They really try not to go there. Because it's like they have a hard time even imagining having you as a girlfriend, or imagining having anyone as a girlfriend after whatever happened to them.
I keep getting really crazy cards—like The Coffin. I feel like this person went through a transformation. They probably don't even have the libido like you know what I mean? They probably don't have the energy to get hard. Not because they can't, it's just because they're so sad. You know when you're so sad that even touching yourself isn't going to do it? Like that.
You will feel like a breath of fresh air to them. I feel like you're going to be someone that's going to bring them a lot of luck, but also a lot of hope. A lot of faith in people and in the world.
There's bad apples everywhere. But meeting you, talking to you, getting to know you, observing you as well, it's really going to open their mind to all the negative thoughts they were carrying after their breakup.
So I feel like you're going to be a big moment for them of realizing how negative they've been, because I feel like before you, they were like: "Fuck love. Fuck that. Fuck relationships. I don't want this anymore."
And then they kind of see you. And you light up something in them. Something they thought was dead. And it starts from there.
After that, they started observing you. Trying to see what type of person you are. I'm not going to lie to you, like, not all of you, but some of you? They could literally hire someone to do some research. A little bit. But I feel like they do have this type of money, you know? Like "I have so much money I need to hire someone to make sure you're not a fraud" money. They have the money for that.
IN BED
Pile two, when it comes to the bedroom activities, they're going to hold you down. I think this is someone that's extremely strong. Like they take care of their body. They could lift you up, no problem. But I feel like this is someone that's going to pin you to the wall. Someone that's going to lift you up, move you from the bed, to the kitchen, to the sofa, to the floor, to the bathroom, to the sofa again. It's really going to be all over the place after this person gets their hands on you.
Before you have sex with them, they could have been in a dry spell. It's been a while since they've last had sex. So when they finally get you under them? They get dirty. So naughty.
I feel like you're not going to expect this person to be so freaky. I got The Snake. This person, I feel like when it comes to the bedroom, they are another person. They are another person in the bedroom. They're going to tell you how to ride them, ask you how their throbbing wands feels inside of you. They could let some frustration out and give you a spanking.
This is someone that knows what they like. They know what they want. They know how they want it. And if you're someone that's quite submissive? I think you guys are going to mesh well. The first time you do have sex with this person, it will become clear quite fast that they are in control. They are daddy.
I also feel like they want to mess you up. They want to come on your face. They want to see you unravel. They want your hair to be crazy. They want you guys to be sweaty after. They want you to go in the shower, shower off the sweat, and then build some more after that.
This person has a lot of stamina. They're really naughty. I think they have really interesting kinks. You could be reserved at first and be like, "I don't know if that's my thing." But I think they'll find a way to convince you. Or you'll just, I feel like you're going to feel really secure with them. Because they really take charge, they're not trying to dominate you or force you. No. They take charge in a way where you can trust them. And they're going to trust/thrust (in) you in so many ways.
Some of you guys have been yearning for this type of sex. And you're about to have it. I feel like it's going to be everything you've ever wanted.
I got The Stars. So if you've been reading, watching a lot of smut. This is going to be a smut moment. Like this is going to be someone that's going to say: "Get on your knees. Remove this. No—remove it slower. I want you to do this. I want you to put your hair like this. I want you to put this on."
They're going to buy you lingerie. But at the same time, they're going to make you feel shy about it. It's like: "Yes, you're hot. I want you to see it. But at the same time, I like how flustered she gets when I tell her how she looks naked on her knees waiting to get my d*ck in her mouth like a good girl."
This is someone that's really interesting. You're going to love this. They're going to be a daddy. They're going to be someone that's going to spank you, that's going to tell you what to do, what to wear. They're going to stimulate you with toys.
I think this is someone that has a lot of imagination. And you inspire even more imagination in them. So it's going to be quite fun. Have fun!
That reading was just a taste. The Future Spouse Reading Combo? Even better. And you know you want it.
PILE THREE
IN PERSON
Pile number three, this is literally going to be love at first sight for your future spouse.
I feel like they're going to see you, and they're just going to know. They're going to know that it's you. They're going to know that they've been waiting for you, because they have been waiting.
You know that feeling when you sense a surprise is coming, but you don't know what it is? And you feel like you're waiting for something, but you also feel a little crazy because maybe you're just waiting for nothing? Their life could have been like that. They could have been carrying those feelings and kind of gaslighting themselves.
And then when they finally get to see you? All of the doubts just... leave their body. Because you are here. You're the physical confirmation that the waiting wasn't for nothing. And they find you simply breathtaking. It's crazy.
One of the first thoughts they have when they see you is that they want to take you away. And I feel like they kind of look at themselves sideways for a minute, like: What's going on? Who is this person?
I think you kind of short-circuit their brain. You bring out this animalistic side of them, not in a scary way, but like: I don't care. I just want you. I don't care who I hurt in the process. I'm taking you. I'm the one that's going to make love to you, live with you, go away on vacation with you.
It's kind of wild. They see you and they start thinking about vacation places. Your wedding, I'm not even playing. Your honeymoon. It's really like love at first sight. They see you and everything plays out in their mind like a movie. They can see it so clearly: you in a dress, you two on your honeymoon, getting married, cutting the cake, your life together. It's really, really crazy.
You could have doubts about this person at first. Have a hard time believing that it's actually real, that they actually want you this much, that someone like this desires you truly. There's nothing fake about the way they feel about you. You're going to realize over time how much they feel for you and how much they value you.
For them, it's love at first sight. They see you, and they know that it's you. When you know, you know.
Now, when it comes to the fantasies they have about you? They really want to talk. They really want to get to know you. They're probably planning on being your friend first. They want to know more about you. It's really, really innocent.
I got The Dog, The Book, and The Clouds. So I feel like this person, they don't know you. They don't know a lot about you. And when they see you, there's not a lot of sexual fantasies at first, because they're just thinking: Who is this? I want to get to know them. What are they about?
They feel like they lack information, and then want to rectify this immediatly. They want to know who you are, where you come from, what you do here, what you do in life, what's your favorite color. It's a really cute and innocent energy, someone reuniting with a soulmate and yearning to reconnect.
IN BED
When it comes to the sexual aspect of your relationship? They are blessed. They're well-mounted.
I'm giving " I have big tools and I know how to use them" energy. This is someone that's confident when it comes to the bedroom. I feel like they know what they bring to the table, which is super long and super thick, by the way.
Also, this person could be quite taller than you. Maybe you guys have an age gap? I was going to say height gap, so yeah, you guys could also have an age gap. But I feel like you guys have a big gap in some way.
The first time that you have a sexual relationship with this person could be while being away on a cruise or on vacation. I feel like they really want to go all out when it comes to you. They really want to impress you. They want to make you experience things you've never done before, not only in the bedroom, but also out of the bedroom.
This is someone that loves you so much because you make them connect to a part of themselves that maybe they've lost throughout the years, while becoming an adult. You spark this childish wonder out of them. And it's really freeing, because this is someone that has a lot of responsibilities. So having someone that they can get back home to, someone that feels like a sanctuary, someone they can actually share with in a healthy way, it's like everything to them.
In the bedroom? They love to put the pipe down. This is someone that loves to bring you somewhere to have sex with you. So there could be a lot of outside sex. I'm seeing balcony. So there's something here.
I think this person loves to be on top of you. They love to look at you from above. I feel like this person works out, so they're in great shape. I feel like they have a good body, a beautiful, attractive body. They workout 100%. They take care of themselves. It's important to them to look good, feel good.
They could want to tie you up, your legs and your hands. I feel like they want you at their mercy. This person just loves to have access to you in a way where you literally just can't go away while they're pleasuring you, where your only choice is to give yourself to them. You letting them tie you up? That's a huge turn-on for them. Because I feel like: Oh, I get to be this naughty with my soulmate.
I think you guys connect on such a deep level, bedroom included. It's really hot. I feel like this person excites you a lot. You're really attracted to them because they are good-looking, but also they are extremely attracted to you as well.
This could be someone that you end up working out with.
They're going to love to make you beg. They're going to love to restrain you so they can give you the most pleasure possible without you having a way to get out of it. I think this is someone that loves to inflict pleasure. They want to see you horny, but also thrust inside of you while stimulating your clitoris and putting your titties in their mouth. I'm not even playing.
It's really like they want you to feel full of pleasure and to explode all over them. If you're a squirter? Welcome home, baby. They've been waiting for you.
That reading was just a taste. The Future Spouse Reading Combo? Even better. And you know you want it.
So, just heard of this thing called "alpine divorce"... It's this phenomenon where men go hiking with their wife/gf/date but keep to their own pace and leave the woman behind (who is usually inexperienced with hiking), apparently with no care for the poor woman's safety.
So imagine--you have this whole meet-cute thingy with someone like Soap or Gaz, he's gorgeous, steals your heart with his pretty eyes and pretty smile, and when he asks you out and proposes a hike, you are more than willing to give it a shot. A bit shallow of you, sure, you wouldn't accept it had it been any other guy, but he says it's just a trail near the parking lot of your local grocery chain. Your common sense hasn't completely exited, so you share your location with a friend.
The date's going fairly well, a bit taxing on you given how much time you spend hunching over a screen all day at work, but things could be worse. He's making all the right moves, smiles and jokes and hearty laughs, but then something in him seems to switch when he says he wants to catch the sunset at the top of the mountain, and marches right on ahead at an astonishing speed you can't hope to match. You attempt to speedwalk regardless, but it's hard with all the undergrowth and your knock-off hiking boots aren't holding up well. Panic squeezes your heart and throat, but you try your best to yell at the guy to slow down--to no avail. Within these few moments he appears to have seemingly vanished off the face of the earth.
Before you can help it, tears are already pooling in your eyes as you shakily pull out your phone, only for your heart to lurch when you see you have no signal. Looks like the trail was much further out than you were told. It's going to be evening soon, and you debate between staying on the spot and risking encounters with whatever wildlife lurked out here in hopes of running into your (hopefully worried bastard) date, or attempting to retrace your steps back to civilisation. Your sense of direction was rubbish already, and your full on panic isn't exactly helping on top of that.
After a few terrifying seconds as darkness slowly starts encroaching around you, you decide you'd rather take the chance of finding your way back over becoming bear chum by staying around. Start recording on your phone just in case you do end up dying out here for your friends and family to find. As you go about blinking between tears and giving a short verbal recount of everything that transpired so far, paused with plenty of hiccups, your eyes land on something that nearly has you falling to your knees in sheer relief and gratitude. It's another human! It's a man, a frankly big, intimidating guy, but your saviour nonetheless. You rush over to him and he cocks his head as he takes in your tears and snot and blubbered help mes and thank yous.
Tells you with a crooked grin, of course lovie, sure I'll help ya.
What you of course don't know is the fact that Simon/John has been a part of your date the whole time.
Took a bit of teamwork but it should make it that much easier to take his new wifey back to his log cabin to start their marital life. Got to thank his mate for this one.
Synopsis: Turns out teasing your boyfriend at a poker game had a lot of benefits.
Pairing: mafiaboss!Nicho x fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), BENDING OVER EYYY, dry humping (barely), oral (m receiving), gagging, spanking, deep throating, hair pulling, cock riding, rough and mean dom Nicholas, sub!reader, size kink, degradation, multiple orgasms, they're both horny freaks, ik i said mafia boss but tbh its not that relevant, mention of food and alcohol
A/N: For my beloved @nichozzystuffs's wonderful request i have so many more nicho fics for her I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS BABIE nicholas will be delivered to your doorstep soon dw. also can i just say these specific pictures of Wang Yixiang drive me insane can he dick me and euijoo down. As always, enjoy, my darlings!
Word Count: 5.2k (its all porn)
Nicholas Wang was a rational man.
A rational, calm man who could get himself out of any madness he wished himself to. Someone who’d stand in front of a storm like an unmoving island. However every island has its ultimate end, and Nicholas’s destabilizing wave?
His beautiful girlfriend.
Who was currently rubbing her beautiful little ass all over his boner, while he tried to grip onto his playing cards for dear, dear life.
Nicholas knew when you climbed onto his lap, all pretty pink pouty lips, lingering touches at his nape and that particularly whiny tone you used when you wanted something—that he was a gone man.
You’d been at the receiving end of his brief glances and him falling asleep as soon as he came to the bedroom late at night after work and you were, in simple words, not taking it anymore. You knew his line of work held many perils, but you had accepted that when you first started dating him. What you hadn't accepted was the miniscule amount of affection you’d be getting from him during ‘hunting’ season.
So you made your plan, fishing his schedule out of Maki, Harua and Taki by throwing them a bone (homemade cupcakes), and running your pretty nails over it.
Et voila! A poker game.
Nicholas had taken you to some of them before, with the necessary security details of about a hundred men. Only Jo and Euijoo remained with you at the end, the only survivors of the wrath you had incurred at your lover, standing quietly behind you as you huffed into your glass of wine, as you watched him play his game.
Nicholas was unfairly gorgeous when he played. Delicate, neatly manicured fingers clutching the playing cards, one arm carelessly slung over the back of his chair, eyes calm and collected as if he knew exactly what was going to transpire in the next few moments. Handsome cocky bastard, you’d think, every time he glanced over at you, flashing you a faint grin—just a mere upward tilt of his mouth, and heat would pool between your thighs at the speed of light, the image of him fucking you on that stupid game table filling your 24/7 horny brain.
With a man like Nicholas, could you really be blamed though?
And with a girl like you, could he be blamed either?
The moment he kissed your pout away, slipped his hands underneath your shirt and told you that you could accompany him to the game, that glint behind your eyes told him he was probably done for. And when the evening came, moonlight draping over the day like poetic verse, Nicholas thought about how lucky he was.
You in all your glory, clad in red silk, your shoulders on full display and your neck cut dangerously low. If he could have, he would have thrown you over the hood of his car and fucked you senseless right there and then. The N pendant on your neck only drove him more insane, he loved how you were his and only his.
The poker room was thick with cigar smoke and tension, low golden lights reflecting off the polished table, stacks of chips glinting like little towers of promise. Around the table sat men of power; greying hairs and some surprisingly young ones all gathered in smiles as if they were going to win.
Nicholas leaned back in his chair like he owned the room—which, in many ways, he did. The deep red of his suit caught the light every time he moved, rich and dark against the naked skin beneath it. One arm rested lazily over the back of his chair as always while the other held his cards between long, perfectly steady fingers.
Your lover was beautiful.
His features had the kind of symmetry people noticed without meaning to stare. His strong jawline, clean and sharply cut, the faint shadow of stubble softening it just enough to keep him from looking too perfect. His hair—dark and neatly styled—caught a faint shine under the lamps, a few loose strands falling just slightly out of place whenever he leaned back in his chair.
And those damn eyes of his. There was a confidence in them that bordered on dangerous—the gaze of someone who was always three steps ahead of everyone else in the room. Except you of course. Only you knew how soft those eyes would get every time he was beneath you, veiny hands gripping your hips to guide you gently against him. You took a long sip from your glass, leaning back against the bar as you watched him.
How much more time till you were under that man?
The veins along the back of his hands were faintly visible under the warm light as he shifted a chip or tapped the table softly with his thumb. There was something hypnotic about the way he handled the game, like he already knew how the night would end.
From the corner of the room, your glass of champagne balanced between your fingers, the bubbles rising slowly to the surface. Eventually, one of the players pushed back his chair.
“Five-minute break.” The dealer announced. The tension broke instantly as chairs scraped across the floor as men stood up, some pacing, others heading toward the bar for drinks.
Nicholas didn’t move. He simply leaned back further, rolling his shoulders slightly as if loosening the stiffness from sitting so long.
Bingo.
The soft click of your heels cut slightly through the room’s murmur as you crossed the floor, setting your champagne glass down on the table before leaning slightly over the back of his chair. Of course, everybody knew who you were: the one weakness of the grand wolf of this world. The only person who could make him melt like ice cream in your hands.
Up close, the details were even more unfair, the sharp line of his jaw, that faint something in his gaze when it lifted to meet yours. He smiled softly and you almost gasped.
“You look bored.” You murmured.
“Do I?” Nicholas raised a brow.
“A little.”
His lips curved—just barely. “Careful, sweetheart.” He said softly. “People might start thinking you’re distracting me.”
“Do I look that good?” You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair out of his face, “That I’m distracting you?”
Before he could respond, the dealer called everyone back. The players returned to their seats, the tension rebuilding as chips were stacked again and cards were shuffled. Nicholas straightened slightly, preparing to pick up his hand.
And then, instead of stepping away like he expected, you moved.
Nicholas was a calm and rational man, who had gotten out of near-death situations multiple times.
He didn't know in the slightest how to get out of this one.
For a brief second, the entire table went silent as you made your place on his lap—your grand bejeweled throne.
Nicholas blinked once in genuine surprise, as your arm looped casually around his shoulders, your cleavage putting on a show for him. His large hands settled on your hips possessively, one sliding down to rest on your thigh, thumb tracing the skin of your thigh through the slit of your dress.
“Uhm…” The dealer said, face flushed at the scandalous sight, “Ma’am? Ma’am will you be staying—”
“Of course I’ll be staying.” You said sharply, not taking your gaze away from him, “Can’t blame a woman for wanting to share her luck now, can you, gentlemen?”
A couple of the players exchanged looks, the younger ones evidently flustered. Nicholas’s arm instinctively tightened around your waist to steady you, his breath hot near your ear.
“Your luck, sweetheart?” He whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear as the dealer spread the cards out, "You think I need luck to win?”
“Relax.” You whispered, your fingers tracing circles at his nape, “I’m just making sure the love of my life wins his game.” You smiled and fluttered your lashes at him, “Why, are you worried I’ll ruin your concentration?"
A quiet chuckle escaped him before he looked back at the table, picking up his cards again with those steady, elegant hands as the game resumed. Only now, the most dangerous man in the room looked just a little more amused than before.
Cards slid across the table, chips clinked softly, and no one spoke much. Every few minutes someone risked a glance at Nicholas—still sitting perfectly composed with you perched in his lap like you belonged there, which you did.
Nicholas on the other hand was dying—on the brink of death to be completely honest. You were leaning back just perfectly in his lap, your tits all in his face. Your skin was oh so warm beneath his fingers and the scent of you filled his nostrils, igniting the fire within him almost instantaneously. He caught sight of the N draped across your delicate neck and he almost threw down his aces.
Oh this girl, Nicholas thought, this damn girl.
And you were acting like you didn't know what you were doing at all. Like you weren't grinding your ass as subtly as you could against his cock.
“Oh that’s a good card isn't it?” You mumbled against his skin, purred would be a more appropriate word, as you squirmed subtly against the hard length of him.
“Hmm.” Nicholas hummed, the heat of his gaze—which wasn't even on you—piercing through your skin.
“Probably my luck in action.” You whispered, swallowing a gasp as his talented fingers tightened on your hips to pin you down, down, down. You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the cards (definitely not his fingers) with much interest.
"Luck, hmm?" Nicholas muttered, face flushing as he held back a groan. But he was winning, handily, maybe too handily—his cock throbbed against your ass, barely contained by his suit trousers.
Another round passed, a player folded, another hesitated before pushing his chips forward, the tension in the room tightening moment by moment. All you cared about was the pressure between your thighs.
But Nicholas didn’t even blink. He studied the table, the chips, the man across from him, placing his cards down with calm precision.
“I’ll call.” He said, with a calm confidence, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. It was as if the entire room held its breath, from the glasses of bubbling champagne to the women in their silks. Wang Yixiang was known for winning. You were one of the many proofs.
The dealer revealed the cards, a moment of silence. And then—
The player across from you leaned back heavily in his chair, muttering something under his breath as the dealer pushed the mountain of chips towards your boyfriend. Nicholas's smile was quick and cocky as he raked in his winnings, fingers nimble and deft, his arm still resting securely around your waist.
Around the table, the men sighed and pushed themselves off, another night of Nicholas winning, another day of him proving his power.
“Lucky charm, huh?” You felt the faint vibration of his quiet chuckle against your shoulder, his voice low, “Maybe you’re right baby.” He brought your hand up to his and ran his soft lips over the knuckles. And then his tongue too, eyes blazing into yours.
“I think I need more proof, sweetheart.”
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You stepped through the front door, the click of your heels echoing in the quiet hallway, your heart still racing from the thrill of the evening. You'd known it then, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened with promise.
Now, home at last, you barely had time to set your purse down before strong hands gripped your hips from behind. Nicholas didn't waste a second, his fingers digging into your waist, pinning you against the wall, lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss. He licked into your mouth hungrily, one hand fisting in your hair, the other roaming your curves.
“Think I spoiled you too much, baby.” He panted, nipping at your bottom lip. "Though you could show off this pretty body in front of them, didn't you?”
You mewled into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his rock hard erection. "Nicho…" You moaned into his mouth, grabbing his velvet lapels and yanking him closer.
His lips descended to your neck, licking a long stripe up to your ear, nipping the lobe sharply. Large hands gripped your ass, hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the kitchen, tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
“You think you’re soooo pretty hm?” He growled low in your ear, his voice rough with pent-up frustration, “Dirty little baby teasin’ me out in public.”
Before you could respond, he shoved you forward, bending you over the cool granite surface. Your dress hiked up slightly from the motion, but he didn't bother lifting it further. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, while the other yanked your panties down your thighs in a swift, impatient tug. The fabric caught at your knees, leaving your ass exposed and your pussy bare to him.
“Nicho…..baby wait—”
But there would be none of that. His belt buckle clinked open, the zipper rasped, and then the thick head of his big cock nudged against your entrance. He didn't ease in, didn't give you time to adjust, with one brutal thrust, he slammed his entire length inside you, streeetching your walls around his girth until you felt impossibly full, the burn of the sudden invasion making your eyes water. You gasped, fingers splaying against the counter for balance.
“Fuck!” The word tore from your throat as you arched, your body instinctively trying to pull away from the overwhelming size of him.
He was so fucking big, always had been, his cock so thick it split you open every time, forcing your pussy to yield to every inch. But tonight, there was no mercy in it—just raw, punishing drive as he bottomed out, his hips slapping against your ass.
“N-Nicho slow down…” You begged, voice trembling, your nails scraping the countertop, “Slow down—oh fuck!”
The fullness was too much too soon, your inner muscles clenching around him in protest and pleasure all at once. But he didn't listen, instead, pulling back almost to the tip, then ramming forward again, harder, deeper, his balls smacking against your clit with the force of it.
“You don’t get to beg now, do you baby?” Nicholas chuckled, his hand coming down on your ass in a sharp spank that made you yelp, “Spoilt fucking princess.” The sting bloomed across your skin, heat radiating as he set a relentless pace, fucking into you like he owned every part of you. “Only good girls get what they want, and you’ve not been one have you?”
Each thrust jolted you forward, your breasts pressing against the counter through the fabric of your dress, nipples hardening from the friction. His cock draaagged along your sensitive spots, the sheer size of it making you feel stuffed, claimed, every ridge and vein pulsing inside you. You whimpered, legs shaking as he pounded away, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filling the kitchen.
“Nicho–ahhh…” You gasped, head dropping forward, but he only laughed darkly, gripping your hip tighter to hold you in place, “Too big too big—fuckkkk”
“Come on now, you’ve taken this cock before.” Nicholas leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, breath hot on your neck as he rutted deeper, “But tonight, you're going to remember why you don't play games with me.”
His free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so your neck arched, exposing the line of your throat. The pull sent sparks down your spine, mixing with the ache building low in your belly.
Nicholas fucked you mercilessly, hips snapping forward in a rhythm that had you moaning uncontrollably, your body betraying you as slickness coated his shaft. The size difference hit you hard—how he could fill you so completely, making you feel so pathetic underneath him. Your pussy fluttered around him, chasing the edge, but every time you got close, he'd slow just enough to pull you back, denying the release.
“Only good girls get to cum, sweetheart.” He'd murmur, spanking you again, the slaps echoing with each withdrawal.
By the time your legs turned to jelly, you were a mess—cock drunk and hazy, mind fogged with the relentless stretch of him inside you. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth as you panted, begging incoherently for him to let you cum.
“Please Nicho, can’t anymore—it’s too much.” But he ignored it, driving in one last time with a grunt, his cock throbbing as he held himself deep. You teetered on the brink, walls spasming desperately, but he pulled out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Up.” He commanded, hauling you upright by your hair. Your body sagged against him, wrecked and trembling, panties still tangled at your ankles.
He didn't let you catch your breath—instead, he dragged you toward the bedroom, your steps unsteady as you stumbled along. The dress clung to your sweat-damp skin, ass throbbing from the spanks, pussy dripping down your thighs from the denied orgasm.
In the dimly lit bedroom, he shoved you to your knees at the foot of the bed, his cock standing hard and glistening red at the tip with your juices, veins bulging along its impressive length.
“Open up baby.” Nicholas said, fisting your hair again to tilt your head back, “Let’s see if that dirty little mouth can be useful.”
You obeyed without thinking, mouth parting wide as he guided the tip past your lips. The salty taste of yourself on him flooded your tongue, and you moaned around the girth, struggling to take even the head. Nicholas, as expected, didn't go easy.
With a firm push, he thrust forward, forcing his big cock deeper into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged instantly, eyes watering as your throat convulsed around him, but he held you there, hair wrapped tight in his grip.
“Thaat’s it princess—take it like a good girl would.” He pulled back slightly, letting you suck and lick along the underside, your tongue tracing the thick vein before he slammed in again, deeper this time, “That ought to shut that pretty mouth up hmm?”
Tears streamed down your cheeks as you choked, saliva dripping from your chin, but the harshness only made you wetter, your denied pussy throbbing in response. His size made it impossible—your jaw ached from stretching around him, throat bulging with each deep thrust.
“God, look at you.” Nicholas fucked your face steadily, hips rocking forward, grunting with every gag you let out, “Greedy girl so impatient for my cock.”
You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder despite the burn, hands gripping his thighs for support. He yanked your hair sharper, controlling the pace, pulling you onto him until your nose pressed against his pelvis, his balls resting against your chin.
The gagging was constant now, wet and messy, but you didn't pull away—cock drunk haze making you crave it carnally. He held you there longer each time, letting you sputter and cough before giving you air, only to plunge back in.
Minutes stretched into what felt like eternity, your knees aching on the carpet, throat raw from the deepthroating. Nicholas groaned above you, his cock twitching as he used your mouth relentlessly.
“So damn tight, sweetheart.” Another pull on your hair arched your back, and you moaned around him, the vibration drawing a hiss from his lips, “Look so pretty—choking on me like this.”
Finally, with a guttural curse, he thrust deep one last time, holding you impaled on his length as the salty tang of him flooded your throat. You swallowed convulsively, gagging through the load, some spilling from the corners of your mouth as he finally released your hair, bucking his hips slightly, the head nudging your throat, making you choke softly but you pushed through, eager to please despite the burn in your jaw.
Nicholas pulled out slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his softening cock, and you collapsed forward, gasping for breath, body wrecked and unsatisfied.
Nicholas looked down at you, a satisfied smirk on his face, as you knelt there on the bedroom floor, chest heaving, throat sore and tasting of salt and musk, your body still humming from the denial and the rough use. He towered over you, his cock slick and semi-hard, but his eyes burned with that unrelenting hunger.
Your boyfriend reached down, fingers curling under your chin to lift your gaze to his, “Up baby.” He ordered, voice gravelly from his release, “You’re gonna earn this cock properly now.”
His grip shifted to your arm, hauling you to your feet with effortless strength, your jelly legs wobbling as you stood up.He didn't give you a moment to steady yourself—instead, kicking off his pants fully and sitting back on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide.
“Go on, pretty girl.” His cock twitched back to life as he patted his thigh, “You wanted this so bad didn't you? Come here and ride me like a good girl now.”
You complied, too fucked out to argue, stepping out of the tangled fabric at your feet and climbing onto his lap. The dress rode up your thighs as you positioned yourself, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him.
His hands settled on your hips, guiding you down until the broad head of his cock pressed against your soaked entrance. Even after the earlier pounding, the size of him made you hesitate, your pussy clenching in anticipation of the stretch.
“Sit your fucking ass down.” He demanded, thumbs digging into your flesh, “Now.”
With a shaky breath, you lowered yourself, inch by torturous inch, feeling your walls part around his thickening length. God he was massive, filling you up in a way that made your toes curl, the burn of the intrusion mixing with the slick heat of your arousal. You sank down slowly, gasping as he bottomed out, your clit grinding against his pelvis.
“You’re made for this, aren't you sweetheart?” Nicholas stroked your cheek with a surpppppsing gentleness, “Pussy’s screamin’ for me.”
At first, you moved lazily, hips rolling in a languid rhythm, savoring the drag of him inside you. Your hands braced on his shoulders, body leaning forward as you rose and fell, the fullness coaxing soft whimpers from your lips. The denied orgasm from before lingered, building again with each lazy grind, your pussy fluttering around his girth.
“Going slow today are we?” Nicholas’s eyes locked on your face, watching the pleasure twist your features, but he stayed still beneath you. “Come on baby, we both know you’re too restless for that.”
You hated that he was right. The tension coiled tighter with every lift and drop, his cock hitting deep deep deep, rubbing against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
Your movements grew a fraction more urgent, but still unhurried, chasing the release you'd been denied. Sweat beaded on your skin, the dress chafing against your hardened nipples as they brushed his chest.
“Nichooo…” You whined, throwing your head back, “Feel so—ahhh god—feel so full Nicho.” His hands slid up your sides, bunching the fabric of your dress higher until it exposed your breasts.
“Yeah? You feel how I’m stretching you, baby? Pussy’s drippin’ aaall over me like the spoiled girl she is.” His words sent a thrill through you, heat flooding your core as you picked up speed just a touch, inner muscles squeezing him rhythmically. Nicholas was usually loving in his manner when you’d have sex, but god did it get you wetter than the pacific ocean when he spoke so harshly.
The orgasm crept up slowly, then crashed over you without mercy. Your body seized, walls clamping down hard around his length as waves of pleasure ripped through you. A cry escaped your throat, high and broken, and you collapsed forward against his chest, forehead resting on his shoulder. You felt his hand reach up and cup the back of your head gently, caressing it.
“Fuck…Nicho I—” Your hips stuttered to a halt, trembling as aftershocks pulsed through you, leaving you boneless and panting.
But Wang Yixiang was a relentless man—not stopping till he got what he wanted. Your boyfriend wasn't even half done.
His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you impaled on him, and then he bucked his hips upward sharply. The sudden thrust jolted you, his cock slamming deep into your oversensitive pussy, drawing a pornographic whine from your lips.
“You wanted this so bad baby, so you’re going to sit here and fucking take it.” Nicholas didn't wait for compliance; instead, he took over, hips snapping up in a powerful rhythm that had you bouncing helplessly in his lap, “Really did spoil you too much, didn't I baby?” Each buck drove him deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he fucked up into you, “Pretty girl thinks she can do whatever she wants.”
Your tits, freed from the confines of the dress, bounced with every impact, nipples grazing his shirt. Nicholas groaned, one hand coming up to cup a breast, thumb flicking the peak roughly.
“So damn perfect—you’re already falling apart for me.” The sight seemed to spur him on; his thrusts grew harder, faster, pinning you against him while he used your body like his personal toy, “My pretty girl.” You clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in and drawing blood as the overstimulation bordered on pain, but the pleasure built again, sharper this time.
“Too much too much oh!” You gasped, but he only laughed, low and mocking, bucking even harder to make your breasts heave wildly, “Nicholas!”
Saliva pooled in your mouth, body rocking with his force, pussy stretched taut around his massive shaft. The size of him overwhelmed you, every vein and ridge dragging along your walls, making you feel utterly claimed.
“That’s what you get for teasing me all night.” His free hand gripped your ass, spreading you wider to angle his thrusts, hitting spots that made your vision blur, “Fucking brat.”
You moaned into his neck, the scent of his cologne mixing with sweat, your clit grinding against him with each upward snap. The bouncing of your tits mesmerized him; he released your breast to watch them move, eyes dark with lust. “Harder, sweetheart. Show me how much you love being filled.”
The second build was relentless, your body was no longer your own as he fucked you like you were a rag doll. You came again, harder, screaming his name as your pussy spasmed, milking his cock for all its worth with desperate contractions, “God she’s such a cumslut for this dick, isn't she?”
Finally, he slowed, but only to shift positions. With a groan, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you onto your back in one fluid motion, the bed creaking under the sudden weight.
You landed sprawled beneath him, legs splayed wide, his body covering yours as he settled between your thighs. The dress was a twisted mess now, pushed up to expose you completely, but he didn't care—and neither did you. His cock slipped out briefly, leaving you empty, before he notched it at your entrance again.
“Want this cock baby?” His voice was husky against your ear, “Wanna feel how I fit you like a glove, hm?” He pushed in deliberately, exquisite inches going in like a priest drunk on worship, watching your face as your pussy yielded to him once more. The stretch was exquisite, your walls hugging his girth perfectly, the fullness making you arch off the bed. “See? Made for my cock—dirty hole’s begging to be fucked.”
He bottomed out with a satisfied sigh, hips flush against yours, and held there, letting you adjust to the depth. Then he began to move—slooow, deep thrusts that dragged his entire length out before sliding back in, filling you completely each time.
The pace was unhurried, sensual in its intensity, every push making you feel the sheer size of him, how he reshaped your insides to accommodate his thickness. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his back as you moaned, the friction building a slow burn in your core.
“Nicho—oh fuck, you’re so…..p-perfect nghh!” You whimpered, hands roaming his back, feeling the muscles flex with each deliberate roll of his hips. He chuckled, nipping at your collarbone through the dress fabric.
“Feel that baby? Feel how good I’m filling this tight pussy up?” Your cheeks flushed as Nicholas kept the rhythm steady, each thrust measured to maximize the sensation—the way his tip kissed your cervix, the slide of his shaft against your g-spot, the slap of his balls against your ass.
Sweat slicked your joined bodies, the room heavy with the scent of sex, your breaths mingling in ragged harmony. “Squeezing me so good, sweetheart—it’s like she neeever wants to let me go.” His hand found yours, pinning it above your head, while the other teased your clit in lazy circles, heightening the slow build.
The pressure mounted gradually, your third orgasm simmering like a promise. Nicho's thrusts deepened, hips grinding in circles at the end of each stroke to rub every sensitive inch.
“Oh fuck baby, calm down.” He chuckled as he felt your pussy clamp down, “Always rushing me aren't you? Impatient little brat.” His voice roughened, breaths coming faster, but he held the slow pace, drawing it out until you were a quivering mess beneath him.
You shattered first, the climax rolling through you in deep, pulsing waves, your walls fluttering around his cock as you cried out. “Nicho! Oh fuck yes! Oh godddd…” The words spilled from your lips unbidden, and he groaned, finally losing the restraint. His thrusts quickened just enough, still deep and controlled, as he chased his own release.
“Perfect fucking pussy, all for me yeah?” With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot jets of cum flooding your depths. The warmth spread inside you, his cock pulsing with each spurt, filling you until it leaked out around him. He ground against you, prolonging the sensation, making sure you felt every bit of how he claimed you. “Fuck….look so good princess—mine aaall mine.”
Nicholas pulled out slowly, leaving you empty and leaking. Before you could make a sound, he gathered you into his arms, strong and secure, stroking your hair, pressing tender kisses to your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips. You melted into his embrace, feeling utterly exhausted.
“You ok sweetheart?" Nicholas asked, cradling you close.
“You’re really asking me that after destroying me.” You deadpanned, nuzzling into his neck, “I think I’m alright.” You glanced down at your ruined dress, “You do realise this dress was expensive?”
“Hmm.” He hummed, hands roaming your curves gently, “I’ll get you five more.” He sighed, “If you promise never to pull that shit again.”
You pouted, drinking his low voice in, “If ‘that shit’ gets me dick this good, I’m pulling it over and over again and again, baby.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Nicholas smiled, slow and sweet, tilting his head down to kiss you deeply, with a tenderness that made your heart flutter, fingers trailing over your skin igniting sparks in their week.
divider by: cafekitsune & omi-resources
word count: 1.8k
synopsis: A lazy morning with Jason and Roy.
a/n: I've been going through the depths of my drafts and found this little nugget.
warnings: Suggestive teasing
You stirred slowly beneath the tangled labyrinth of sheets, the cotton soft and rumpled against your skin. The air in the room was cool, a sharp contrast to the pocket of sweltering heat trapped between the sheets where skin met skin. The morning sunlight crept in through the half-closed blinds in golden beams, slanting across the worn hardwood floor and illuminating the dust motes drifting lazily through the air. Somewhere outside, the birds were chirping with a relentless cheer that felt entirely criminal for such an ungodly hour.
The first thing you registered was the dull ache. It was a slow, satisfying soreness that radiated from the muscles of your thighs and settled deep into your bones—the kind of physical exhaustion that served as a reminder for exactly what had transpired the night before and with who.
The second thing you registered was the heat. To your left, Jason was sprawled out like a literal furnace, his sheer mass radiating warmth. He was a chaotic map of muscle and sleep-heavy breaths, one leg slung possessively over yours and an arm lying like a lead weight across your stomach. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his hair messy and tickling your jaw, his presence grounding and immovable.
Then, on your right, the spot where Roy should have been was empty and cooling, the sheets rumpled and abandoned.
“Rise and shine, sleepyheads! The sun is up, the coffee is hot, and I’m about three seconds away from fully opening those blinds,” came Roy’s voice from the kitchen, sounding way too chipper and way too caffeinated for the quiet morning.
A low, threatening groan vibrated against your skin as Jason stirred. “Go away, Harper,” he mumbled, his voice a gravelly, sleep-roughened rasp. Instead of moving, he doubled down, his arm curling tighter around your waist and pulling you flush against him, as if he could keep you in his arms longer.
You smiled into the pillow, the friction of the fabric soft against your cheek.
Roy’s footsteps padded out from the kitchen, the clink of mugs and smell of fresh coffee already wafting through the apartment. He was humming something upbeat and infuriatingly catchy under his breath—something that made you want to throw a pillow at him and hug him at the same time.
Beneath the covers, Jason remained a mountain of stubborness. His head burying deeper into the sensitive crook of your neck, his scruff scratching delightfully against your skin as his lips brushed your shoulder in a ghostly, sleep-drunken kiss.
“It’s a crime to be that happy in the morning,” Jason grumbled, his voice a jagged, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against your collarbone. “Someone should arrest him. Or shoot him. Preferably both.”
You rolled slightly to face him, the movement causing the heavy duvet to slide down your hips. With his hair a dark, chaotic mess and his thick lashes casting soft, feathered shadows beneath his eyes, Jason Todd looked like sin incarnate. His large size claimed more than his fair share of the mattress, his shirtless scarred chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. The usual tension in his face was missing and he looked almost soft, and not at all like the hardened vigilante the world made him become.
Unable to resist, you reached out, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw before brushing a stray, stubborn strand of hair from his forehead.
“You’re such a grump,” you whispered, amusement dancing in your voice as you watched his eyes flicker open briefly—a stormy, beautiful teal.
“He really is. A total buzzkill,” Roy’s voice cut in, much closer now.
Before you could react, the mattress dipped behind you as Roy crawled back onto the bed. He didn't wait for an invitation, hovering over you to pepper a trail of light, waking kisses along the curve of your jaw, the shell of your ear, and the sensitive dip of your neck.
You couldn't help the airy giggle that escaped you, the sound bright in the quiet room.
Roy shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. He looked down at you with his trademark crooked, boyish grin that reached his eyes, his mechanical arm glinting where the sunlight hit the chrome.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a husky, intimate register that was solely reserved for you. He glanced over your shoulder at Jason, his grin widening. “Don’t mind the Ogre. He just needs caffeine and a hug, in that order.”
You let out another soft giggle. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you leaned up, bracing a hand against Roy’s chest to catch his lips in a lingering, sleepy kiss. “Morning, handsome,” you whispered against his mouth.
Behind you, the mattress shifted as Jason stirred, a low rumble of discontent vibrating through his chest and into your back. “Where’s my good morning?” he grumbled, the words thick with sleep and sheer, unadulterated petulance.
Roy didn't miss a beat. He leaned over you just enough to bridge the gap, meeting Jason’s squinted, murderous glare with a look of pure, sugary sweetness. “Aww, is the big bad vigilante feeling neglected? You want kisses too, Princess? Should I start on the cheek, or should we just go straight for the lips and see where the morning takes us?”
Jason, still half-buried in your neck, didn't even bother to open his eyes. He blindly lifted one hand from beneath the duvet and flipped Roy off.
“Ah, the universal language of love,” Roy mused. “Truly, your poetry brings a tear to my eye, Jay-bird.”
You snorted, a laugh bubbling up as you tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position between the two of them. You immediately regretted the movement; your muscles protested with a deep ache that reminded you exactly how thorough and relentless the two of them had been the night before.
Jason noticed the twitch of discomfort instantly. He shifted, his heavy arm tightening around your waist as he finally propped his chin on your shoulder. “You sore?” he asked, his voice dropping into a low, rough timbre—one that was undeniably concerned, yet carried a smug edge of satisfaction.
You shot him a mock-withering look, though the heat rising in your cheeks betrayed you. “You sound way too smug about that, Todd.”
Roy’s grin widened behind you, his own body pressing closer until you were the filling in a very warm, very muscular sandwich. “Oh, we are definitely smug about that,” he hummed, his eyes darkening with a shared, hungry memory.
His hands began to wander lower, his touch light but deliberate as his fingers traced the line of your hip beneath the sheets. “We can help with that if you want, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “We can take real good care of that ache for you. We’ve got all morning, and I’m a very thorough therapist.”
You reached down, blindly swatting at his wandering hand with a half-hearted smack. “Nope. Denied. This pussy is officially closed for maintenance.”
Roy let out a dramatic, heartbroken pout, his lower lip actually trembling.
Jason, however, just snorted—a dark, predatory sound. “We have no problem reopening her for business,” he rumbled against your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe just enough to make your toes curl.
Your cheeks flamed, the heat spreading down your neck. “You’re lucky I can’t walk properly,” you huffed, trying to sound stern despite the flutter in your chest, “or I’d kick both your asses.”
Roy stretched lazily beside you, his chest a solid, radiating wall of heat against your side as he nuzzled into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. “Mm, empty threats,” he whispered, his voice thick with amusement. “My favourite. Especially when you’re too weak-kneed to back them up.”
You twisted slightly, catching his eyes gleaming with mischief beneath the tousled mess of his copper hair. He looked smug as hell, and you hated the traitorous way your heart skipped a beat at the sight.
He propped himself back up on one elbow, an infuriating smirk tugging at his lips. “She’s bluffing, Jay,” he said, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial low. “She loves being ruined by us.”
Jason snorted, that deep, gravelly laugh muffled by the pillow, but unmistakably amused. He reached down to hook a finger into the waistband of your lace panties. He tugged just enough to expose the curve of your hip before leaning down to press a lingering kiss to the skin, the sudden warmth of his mouth making you jolt.
“I mean,” Jason drawled, his voice a rugged rasp of pure smugness, “he’s not wrong. You weren't exactly complaining at 2:00 AM. In fact, I remember you begging for—"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence," you groaned, the sound muffled as you buried your face into the pillow to hide the lopsided grin and the frantic heat spreading across your cheeks. “God, you two are absolutely insufferable. It’s a miracle I haven't moved out yet.”
You swatted at him again—a useless, half-hearted attempt—and a lazy smirk curved across his lips. Your embarrassment only making his cockiness worse.
“Aw, look at that,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to your face. He reached out, his calloused thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone tenderly. “She’s blushing.”
“I am not,” you snapped immediately, then cursed yourself for how breathless and unconvincing you sounded.
Roy chuckled low in your ear, a warm, rumbling sound. “Liar.”
Jason leaned in, his mouth brushing along your jawline in a slow, agonizingly teasing trail. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you time to recover. We’re experts in aftercare.”
“A lot of time,” Roy added, moving closer until his chest was flush against your spine. “We’re nothing if not generous with our resources.”
“Charitable, even,” Jason murmured against your skin, his kisses migrating down the sensitive column of your neck. “It’s practically a public service at this point.”
Your lashes fluttered shut, your resolve crumbling under the weight of their combined affection. Your fingers instinctively sought the back of Jason’s neck, wandering up to stroke through the thick, messy silk of his hair as he settled his body back against you. Roy, sensing the shift in the air and seeing how heavy-lidded you both were becoming, bit back a triumphant grin. He threw a long, heavy arm over both of you, pinning you into a tangle of limbs and anchoring you in place.
“You know,” Roy said after a quiet moment, his voice softening into something more tender, the bravado slipping away to reveal the man who just wanted to spend the day with the two closest people in his life. “The coffee can wait. We could stay like this. Just for a little while longer. The world isn't going anywhere.”
You sighed, letting every muscle in your body go limp as you relaxed against them. “Fine,” you whispered, your voice thick with lingering sleep. “But if either of you try anything—and I mean anything—I swear I’ll bite again. And I won't be gentle about it.”
Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile against your skin, his eyes closing as he pulled you closer. “Promises, promises, sweetheart. You say that like it's a deterrent.”
