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GEENA DAVIS as Odette TRANSYLVANIA 6-5000 dir. Rudy De Luca, 1985

I just want everyone to know I’m going to start dedicating my account to the dilfs. Starting us off strong with the amazing Jeff GOLDBLUM. I’ve been watching all his movies lately. Specifically, the older films, from the 80s and I’m trying to continue to watch them for all his characters. Making sure I get all the details correct. But, besides that I have two major assignments that need to be done and I’ve lowkey been procrastinating but once I get those out the way I’ll start the line up. Hope you all enjoy it.

P.S. I have yet to watch the fly, Ik it’s considered a horror but tbh I’m a horror lover and I find it difficult to be afraid of the older movies due to the effects. But tbh I just think it looks disgusting so I’ll waiting on that one ☝️

My man, I’ve been entering my Jeff GOLDBLUM obsession and I’ve started to watch all of his movies and all and now I’m noticing the lack of fics and stuff for any of his movies like come on guys that man is beautiful it’s hard not to notice or love.

PLEASE IM BEGGING WRITE MORE FICS OF HIMMM

Jeff Goldblum as David Levinson

Independence Day (1996)

THANK YOU FOR DOING THE LORDS WORKKK

Only Science Can Explain It

Seth Brundle x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Who knew being stood up on date could lead you to reuniting with your favorite professor from college? With fate leading you two seeing each other again, you let fate decide what would become of you two by the end of the night.

WARNINGS: 18+, age gap (10 years), unprotected sex, professor trope (not his student anymore, but still)

NOTED: gender neutral bestie

A/N: This one has been collecting dust in my drafts for over a month. With the amount of times I've reread this and edited, it was time for it to see the light of day. This is my first, and certainly not my last, Seth Brundle imagine. Enjoy :)

WORDCOUNT: 5,585

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Late April of 1986. Cambridge, Massachusetts…

The sun was having no sympathy on your eyes as you walked from his car to your small bungalow home. Sunglasses were nowhere to be found and a headache was forming. 

A lack of sleep can do that to you, but you could care less. It was the first time in a long time where you found it completely worth it. Hell, you would do it all over again if you could. 

“Jesus, Y/N, I thought you died or something!” your roommate, Y/B/F/N exclaimed when you made your way into the home sheepishly. 

“I’m very much alive and somewhat dead, so there’s that.” You walk right past them to go to your room. After the physicality of last night you knew a shower was in order to freshen up. Though, you’re going to be upset washing the smell of him off your body. 

The grip of his hands on your hips are like ghosts for you; knowing it’s not there, but you can still feel that grasp. He was the last person you thought was going to be as rough as he was. But seeing his muscles bulge, his curls defining from sweat, his eyes blown out from the haze you had him in, you truly underestimated his clearly talented abilities. 

“So…where exactly were you?” your roommate made you jump as you yelped a little and turned to see them leaning up against your doorframe. Arms crossed with a smirk on their face, Y/B/F/N had a sneaky suspicion of how you enjoyed your night. 

You really weren’t sure about revealing the truth. Your roommate knew who he was, but you know their reaction is going to be priceless if you tell your tale. 

“Before I tell you the story I just want to say the person I was with totally isn’t my type. Just noting before I tell you who it is.”

“The fact that you have to preface this by saying that makes this more enticing,” you plant your face in your hands and let out an exhausted huff. “Now spill.”

One deep breath in, one good long exhale. 

“Do you remember our professor from the science department that we got a lot for classes? Professor Brundle- well, Seth Brundle?”

Their eyes lit up and walked into your room, now standing in front of your bed.

“Oh my God, yes! I truly still don’t know how he managed to pass me, but he adored you. He had his quirks, but he was the best.” 

You just stared at them. Just a smile on your face while you wait for the pieces to connect in their brain. For someone who has their bachelors in physics, common sense sometimes took a little bit to work. 

The eyes bug out of their head while the jaw drops. There it is. 

“NO-”

“Just hear me out, for the love of God!”

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Last night…

No way this was happening to you. You did not wear your good dress and got your hair done for you to be stood up on a date. Finance guys are the bane to womens’ existence and you were aware of that, but you had a sliver of hope this one was different. 

It’s been almost a full hour since your planned meet-up time at the popular restaurant/bar, Saoirse’s. 8 o’clock on a Friday and here you were, sitting at a bar where you used to come in your college days. With the Massachusetts Institute of Technology – or just M.I.T. – being an eight minute drive away from Saoirse’s it was a hot spot for students to invade on Saturday nights. 

The nostalgia of those days come back to you, but they’re only recent memories as you’re now almost a whole year post-grad. 23 with a full-time job at a research lab, still living with your college roommate in a small house you two are renting out, and trying to enjoy your 20s in the midst of going into the real world. 

Of course part of the stress is the attempt of making something of your love life. So far, not going too well. 

As you were about to chug your martini and leave, you saw a familiar man make his way up to the bar. His hair is now longer yet his style of suits stays the same. 

Professor Brundle, molecular physicists. 

He was your favorite professor. You two had the kind of relationship where you’d show up to his office hours to just chill out in one of the chairs and update him about your life. As time went on he grew comfortable sharing personal bits of his life to you. By senior year you had full access to his office, secretly giving you a key for when you needed alone time to destress while he wasn’t there. 

Seth knew there was something about you when it came to potential. He picked up right away that you weren’t all that afraid of challenges of what physics threw at you, but that your perfectionism could be the death of you. He would know because that was him. To save you from yourself, he paid you a bit more attention than others. His presence in your school life gave you balance to not let it all get to your sanity. 

Keeping in contact was supposed to happen, but never launched and you went your separate ways. 

“Professor Brundle?” Seth turns his head to your direction and sees you. Your off-the-shoulder dark maroon dress hugging you in all the right places, hair perfectly done, minimal makeup to showcase the beauty that speaks for itself. 

A smile slowly spreads on his face and he makes his way over to you. You hop off the tall bar chair to be able to envelope him in a hug. You forgot that there was quite a height difference, so Seth had to bend a bit. Even in your heels he still towered over you.

“How are you? How long has it been- almost a whole year? W-what are you doing here?” The shock was settling in that it really was you. 

His little secret is that he does miss seeing you. From in his classes when he’s teaching, your random appearances at his office, to walking together to his class since you were usually one of the first people to arrive. From time to time he’s debated with himself if it was a crush on you making him feel this way. He had your phone number for a whole year yet couldn’t bring himself to reach out to you. 

Now that you aren’t his student anymore, he doesn’t trust his heart on how it would feel to continue whatever bond was created. With you in front of him right now, looking the way you do, he was proving himself right. 

“I’m good! Got that position you helped me search high and low for, still living with Y/B/F/N on the outskirts of town. Ya know, just taking post-grad life one day at a time.”

“My goodness, that’s fantastic to hear. Are you expecting someone or just here alone? I know you’re one for your alone time.” you slightly blushed that he remembered such a small fact about you. What you didn’t know is that he remembered practically everything you told him about yourself. Personality characteristics, hobbies you enjoyed, interests, he clung onto every word. 

At the thought of you, Seth finds himself in a constant battle on convincing himself he never had nor will have feelings for you. 

“Well, I actually got stood up by some guy. He was supposed to be here an hour ago, but it’s whatever. It’s what I get for giving one of those douche-baggy finance types a chance.” What a fucking idiot, Seth thought to himself. If he was 23 again and got a chance with you, he would’ve hated himself if he managed to fuck it up. 

“Jeez, Y/N, I’m really sorry. Some guys just will never know a good thing when it’s in front of them, especially with someone like you.” You don’t know why his words are having such an affect on you, but the blushing comes back. Seth does notice your slight flustered demeanor and is devilishly applauding himself. 

“Are you here by yourself too?”

“Yeah. Late night at the school in my office. Finals are around the corner and I have to mentally prepare myself just as much as my students do. Well, you remember how it all goes.” you two exchange a small laugh. 

You were not about to waste this night away. Between how hot you felt and your old professor standing before you, your impulsiveness was wanting to get the best of you. 

“Would you like to get a table with me?” Seth is surprised that you asked, but can’t pass up this chance. The night was young and the universe just handed you to him on a silver platter. 

“Of course.”

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The crowd picks up after an hour passes. You stopped drinking for the night, wanting to be clear minded to catch up with Professor Brundle. The last thing you wanted was to be buzzed while talking about science with a man who’s well-known in his field for his work. 

Two waters and a plate of fries sit between you two as you go on about your cherished college memories, the good and ugly of late night studying and rowdy parties. 

“My party girl days are pretty much behind me. I now enjoy sipping and relaxing instead of chugging from a beer keg.” a hearty chuckle comes from the professor as he chews on a fry. With how well you kept your grades up, he was astonished to hear all this from you. You had people fooled that you didn’t have a life outside of your busy academic life and you were okay with that. The only expectations you had to meet were your own and that’s a rule of thumb you still stand by. 

While he went on about upcoming conventions he has to attend, you start to take him in. He took his blazer jacket off, leaving him in his white button down and gray slacks. To get more comfortable he took off his red tie and rolled up his sleeves. He did that while watching you talk about your job with a smirk on his face and it made your heart race quicken. That was a first for you in his presence.

When you were his student you knew there was no denying how handsome you thought he was. Developing full blown feelings, on the other hand, was useless to you. If you can’t act upon them, then you didn’t want them. Wasted brain space, you thought. If you were going to yearn for someone, you wanted to be able to make them yours.

But now things are completely different and he was yours for the taking. A part of you felt it was still wrong to try anything with him since he was your professor at one point. Fact of the matter is that you are no longer a student at M.I.T, no longer his student, and he was up for grabs.

You were not appreciating how your body and mind was betraying you while you observed him. The decision now was if you were going to give your senses that satisfaction. 

“No fucking shit,” you mumbled to yourself as your attention was caught by something much worse. Your date with an arm around another girl, shuffling their way through some people to get to the bar. You knew all too well that comparison is a killer of self confidence, but you couldn’t help it at the sight of the woman he had with him. 

“What’s wrong?”

“In a twist of events, my date is here with another woman.” Seth doesn’t even bother to see who the shit-head guy is. He was too busy looking at your face while you stared at the pair at the bar. It was breaking his heart seeing the look you had on your face.  

One thing about Seth is that when it comes to social skills with strangers he can be awkward at times. Right now, his anger is exceeding whatever issues he had with that. He has a terrible but hilarious idea of how to ruin that guy’s night and put a smile on your face. 

“Here, take my coat, meet me by the door.”

“Professor Brundle-”

“Trust me on this,” he stands in front of you and hands you his coat. With the both of you holding onto it, he smiles and looks into your eyes more than he should’ve. “And no more calling me Professor Brundle. You can call me Seth now,” he says and walks off. 

You don’t know why you found that so hot. All night since seeing him you’ve been trying to wrap your mind around why you’re finding your old professor so attractive to the point of seeing him as sexy. He’s not what you go for at all. You’ve never ventured with the more nerdy guys, especially older men at that. But this combo is leaving a new, sweet taste on your tongue that you could get used to. 

Your eyes spot Seth from the entrance door, talking to your date. You just hope he doesn’t embarrass you in any sort of way that could lead to making a scene. Whatever he said worked because the man looks flustered and trying to explain himself to the woman in front of him. She looks shocked and walks away from him in the opposite direction. 

“Okay, let’s get out of here!” Seth leads you out with his right hand on the small of your back. His touch left you feeling wanting more of it – everywhere else on your body. 

“What the hell did you say to him?”

“I may have pretended to know him and thanked him for an exquisite experience the other night at his place.” he mischievously smiles and you let out a cackle. Catching your breath from the laugh, you were about to open the door, but Seth beat you to it. 

“You think I’m going to let you open doors for yourself? C’mon now.” 

Jesus, guys your age you’ve encountered could never. Their chivalry has yet to kick in meanwhile Seth was as old school as they came. Unfortunately, the bar of expectations out of the men nowadays is dropping as the years roll by.

“Thank you,” a soft smirk is planted on your face while you look him in the eyes as you make your way into the car. “How’d you know that was going to work on them?” you ask him once he sits in the driver seat. 

“What I didn’t tell you is that I know of the woman he was with. One of my buddies in my department at the school, she’s his girlfriend’s friend. She is homophobic, I do not like her at all, so they got what was coming to them tonight since they both suck as people, clearly. And it’s perfect that I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even remember who I am.” He revs the engine on and you were ready to let him put his key in your ignition. 

“Oh, I meant to ask: did you want me to drop you off at your place? You’re more than welcomed to come back to my apartment too since we still have some catching up to do,” he rambled on. Not his best excuse to hide his feelings for not wanting this night to end. 

“We can go back to yours,” you say to his surprise. 

“Sounds like a plan.”

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His apartment was kind of out of the ordinary, but then again, Seth was an out of the ordinary person. The place matched him: half living space and half lab, organized but still somewhat chaotic, and cozy. 

It was a very open kind of space, but you put the pieces together that this technically wasn’t supposed to be a traditional apartment. He managed to turn what is supposed to be his lab into his apartment for the price of one. You started remembering that he has vaguely talked about this before and how bewildered you were when you found out. 

“Now how in the hell did you manage to get that piano up here?” 

“Don’t even get me started. It was a nightmare that almost landed me a broken toe,” you giggle and set your purse on the couch. “Would you like anything to drink? Water, wine, champagne I have yet to pop open?”

“Could I please have some water? No use for a perfectly good bottle of champagne to be popped when there’s nothing to celebrate.”

“We could celebrate this reunion, if we really wanted to find an excuse to have some,” he says as he hands you your water. Your hands brush and the both of you are trying to hold it together, even after such a miniscule touch. The same thought process crossed your minds’: popping the champagne can increase the chances of something happening, but you wouldn’t want to have it occur this way. Then again, self control exists. 

Yeah, you two are adults with self control that can keep this at bay. 

“Honestly, why not?” Seth widely smiles at you, then goes to get two cups of champagne. 

A few cups and some scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream later, you two weren’t able to shut up. Various topics were discussed, geeking out on science, him explaining his teleportation ideas, the night was never ending for you two. 

His fingers work their magic with playing beautiful music on his piano. Your arm is resting atop of it with your chin on your palm, watching him. 

“Physics and piano skills, who knew?” he snorts a bit from your comment and gestures with his eyes for you to come sit next to him on the bench. You obeyed and realized how close you sat next to him until you felt your legs brushing up against each other. His cologne warps your mind for the second time that night. 

Like you thought, you have self control and this man was just your professor a year ago. 

“Do you know how to play?”

“Oh, it’s been awhile for me.”

“Let’s see that muscle memory, then,” and you start playing some keys while he’s going at it too. It sounds jumbled, but also good at the same time. It makes you giggle, this whole moment. Honestly, you felt that it was quite sweet and endearing. You two are just adults rekindling a bond that you thought you would never get to endure again with him. 

Your left hand moves on top of his right one as you two were reaching for the same keys. His skin was at the level of flower petal softness. Your mind brings that to a whole other dimension you never thought it would go when it came to Professor Brundle. The wonder of how those soft hands would feel on your bare skin. 

“Oh- I’m sorry,” you say and retreat your hand towards yourself. Maybe it was the champagne, maybe it was the pent up denial he had, but whatever it was possessed Seth to grab that same hand and bring to his lips for a kiss. 

Your heart fell in the pit of your stomach. It’s almost as if you could hear the impact of the fall.

Before you knew it, you both were leaning into each other. Self control was banging on the wall of your brain, but that little voice was muffled out. 

It went silent once Seth’s lips were on yours. 

Never has a kiss felt so wrong and right simultaneously before. It felt like every satisfying little thing coming together that can bring a smile to your face. The pop of a champagne bottle on New Years Eve. The first firework to hit the sky on the Fourth of July. The sight of the first snowfall during Winter. 

You would’ve taken him on that bench at that moment if you could. Of course, the reality was the opposite. 

You were the one to pull away, not being able to look him in the eye after what just occurred. That little voice was coming in loud and clear now. 

“I should probably get going home.”

Seth was ready to admit defeat. Wave his white flag and accept that he only got a kiss. It proved everything he was pushing away since last year and he knew it was going to drive him crazy from now on.  

Sometimes craziness can drive a person to confidence that they never knew they had. 

“You’re more than welcome to stay. And before you say anything: you can borrow my clothes to sleep in and I will gladly take the couch. Plus, who wants to take a taxi at this hour anyway?” You give him a look and he puts his hands up in defense. “I swear, this is out of pure intentions despite what we just did.”

You couldn't help but to believe him. You could just see it in his face because it was the same energy he gave you when handing you over the duplicate key to his office. Being this trusting of a man was never part of you, but Seth was the only exception. 

“Fine, you win. I request a baggy t-shirt and a pair of boxers, though.”

“Making my palace yours already?” He cracks a smile and gets up from the bench. You follow him into his bedroom area, his bed made and looking divinely comfy for you to slip in. “Here you go. One baggy top and a pair of boxers. Let me know if you need anything else, okay?” you nod and feel the heat in your neck surface from the eye contact you had with him. 

A good hour or so has passed. The place is completely dark except for the lighting shining through his windows. The ceiling has become the best place for you to stare at as you’re trying to sleep. Nothing is working – for the both of you. That kiss reigns over your thoughts’ with an iron grip. 

As expected, this led to the never ending list of questions while also pondering what exactly would’ve happened if you never broke away from the kiss. 

You were ready to find out what the night would’ve looked like if you didn’t pull away. 

You sprang out of the bed and turned the corner to go to the couch, but come face first into Seth’s chest. Before you could stumble backwards, he catches you by your waist. 

“Well hello to you too,” he says with a laugh. His hair was more curly and tad messier from the pillow he was laying on. The only thing he had on was pajama bottoms, no shirt covering his toned upper body. You had no idea what he was hiding under those suits after all these years. 

You didn’t know what to say or how to explain what you were feeling towards him. Words fell short, but you reaching up to grab his face and kissing him said everything you needed to get out. 

Seth got the memo real quick and started walking you backwards towards his bed without breaking the kiss. You fall back onto the bed, making yourself comfortable as you watch him climb over you. God, if only college you would be a fly on the wall right now. 

His head was spinning. He was focusing on you intently while trying to grasp that this was happening. You both could read each other; a cocktail of nervousness and neediness radiating. 

You connect to his lips once again, then take off the white t-shirt he let you borrow. If he was in awe of you in the dress you were wearing, then he was in heaven seeing you almost naked. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N,” he whispers, causing you to blush. 

“Like what you see?”

“How about I show you just how much I like it,” he dives back in,  going for your neck. Your fingers find their way to his hair, running them through it and tugging on it when he gets a little rough. 

His mouth trails a line of kisses from your jaw all the way down to your breasts. Seth knew not to rush his work as the outcomes never came out the way he wanted it to. Taking his time to get it just right was his forte. He was doing exactly that to your body all with his lips, now peppering kisses on your breasts, licking your nipples, and feeling up your clothed sex to build you up right where he wants you. He was starting to feel your wetness through the cotton of the boxers, a low groan escaping him at the touch. 

“Seth, this all feels fucking fantastic, but I’m losing it over here.” he looks up at your a smirk.  He’s turned into a totally different person before you.

“And what exactly do you want? I need words, baby. Can’t give you what you need without the proper instructions,” and he goes back to sucking on your nipple. Your fingers tighten their grip on his hair as you arch your back from the pleasure ripping through you. 

“I-I need you, please.”

“But you already have me-”

“Oh, you know what I mean! Fuck me!” your sexual frustrations got the best of you – as well as his obvious teasing. 

“My goodness, Y/N, you could’ve just said that,” Seth says in a mocking tone. 

He slides the boxers you were wearing down your smooth legs, having you completely naked in front of him. He’s been with gorgeous women, no doubt about that, but you just became the pinnacle of a Goddess for him. 

You left him speechless. 

His trance was broken when he felt your hands grabbing at his waistband, pulling them down. His hardened cock sprang out and your eyebrows shot up real quick. You always heard the jokes that the nerdy ones have the packages, but you weren’t a firm believer. Until now.

“Like what you see?” he asked you in a husky tone, his eyes set on yours. That sweet but serious professor you once had is temporarily dead. If this is how he is all the time in bed, you weren’t giving him up that easily. 

“Fuck yes,” and the kissing resumed, harder and rougher this time. He even bites on your bottom lip and tugs on it a bit. You were just about ready to explode. 

Right when he could feel where he needed to be, he pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. 

The ecstasy was revving up for the both of you, the want of going animalistic on each other bubbling to the surface. Each thrust Seth did, the more feral you felt yourself getting. You understood why he was being somewhat gentle, not wanting to escalate things too quickly. 

It was when he was quickening his pace that your nails had a mind of their own, scratching down his back. You knew for sure that was going to leave marks in the morning. 

“Seth, yes, yes- oh my fuck!-” he kept a hard, steady pace that was sending your eyes in the back of your head. This was sheet gripping, profanity screaming, nail scratching sex that you’ve been searching for since the first time you ever experienced it. 

He stops and flips you two, you being on top of him now. You weren’t stopping what you started and started to ride him. To get that itch from this position, you go into a squat with your feet planted on the bed. 

The light bulb went off in Seth’s brain and he makes you lift yourself a bit, then mercilessly pounds into you. The sound alone make you dizzy, but seeing the look on his face, watching himself fuck into you makes you about to snap. 

“Baby, I’m close,” you cry out, but that just fuels him to keep going. 

“You really want to come? Get those fingers down there for me, will you?” without hesitation you slip your middle finger on your very wet clit and start rubbing it. 

It didn’t take long until your orgasm hit you, your moans heightened to almost a scream. Seth was slick with sweat, but he couldn’t stop now that you were screaming his name over and over, sounding heavenly to his ears with an angel on top of him. 

He stops and lets you go back to riding him like you were. Seth sits up and starts guiding your grind by his hands on your ass. Your high is still cascading over your body, still wanting more. You place your hands on the sides of his face and make him look up at you in the eyes. 

You’re going to be mine, you thought to yourself with his hazel eyes setting you on fire. 

Between the sloppy kissing and you picking up your pace, Seth was ready to bust. 

“C’mon, professor, I know you want to come for me.” 

That little nickname was what sent him over the edge. He knew exactly what you were doing, using that out of all things to push the buttons of his twisted fantasy. Wet dreams have occurred, ones where he wasn’t proud of since you were the star of them. They started for him right before your graduation and it was that little nickname that would roll off your lips. 

Hearing it in front of him, from you of all people, had his cock twitch inside you. His grip on your ass tightened – definitely going to leave slight bruising by the morning – as he was releasing. The moans were becoming uncontrollable and he even slapped your ass from the heightened pleasure he’s felt for the first time in forever.

Seeing the state he was in, needing to hold onto you for dear life while you felt his cock twitch from coming stroked your ego a tad. Such a dominant lover turned pathetic for you was so appetizing to you. 

You climb off him and plop down on the bed, your head hitting the perfect spot on the pillow. It seemed to you your restlessness was cured. 

“Where are you going?” Seth goes to his bathroom and comes back with a small damp rag to clean you up with. 

“I am a gentleman before an animal in the sack,” and you cackle out a laugh, then he goes to help clean you up a bit. Him seeing his cum drip out of you was fuel for his cock to harden in the next five minutes. He was just praying you were wanting another round. 

You didn’t even want to know what time it was. It didn’t matter though because you were willing to fuck him until you knocked out. 

“Round two?” you asked, filling the silence of the room. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” and you laugh into the sweet, all consuming kiss he gives you. 

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Present day…

Y/B/F/N’s jaw was on the floor while their hands were covering their mouth. They were in utter shock and you just sat there, slightly disassociating at the memories of the night before.

“Do not tell me you’re having sex flashbacks in front of me right now!”

“Huh- No! Anyway, yes, it happened. Yes, it was life changing sex…and yes, I indeed fucked my old professor. Did I mention he’s 34?” and now their eyes bugged out of their head. 

They looked at you with the “okay, what happened next?” face. 

“That’s it? Nothing in the works?”

“Well-” then the phone started ringing. “Ugh, fuck, let me get that,” and you trot to the phone on the wall near the kitchen. “Hello, Y/N speaking.”

“So you did give me the right number.” His voice sends chills down your spine in such a way that you want to lean against the wall and slide down. 

“You thought I was going to give you a fake? I see how you think of me now, Brundle and I’m offended.” You can feel the cartoon hearts pop above your head after hearing his hearty laugh. He’s quickly turning you into a mush and you only spent one night with him.

“I was actually calling to see if I can take you on a proper date. We can do whatever you want, no issue, sweetheart.” you turn your head to see your roommate silently cheering you on, knowing you were on the phone with him. 

“If I really have the choice, then what I would want to do would keep us cooped up in your apartment.”

“Easy there, tiger. You’ll be getting your fixins’, don’t you worry about a thing.” you could’ve screamed from the flirtiness alone. You’re too happy and pleased that you got to unlock this side of a man who used to show his introvertedness in front of you. 

“Okay, okay, fine. We can take this slow, nothing too nice yet. Want to kick it old school and have a lunch date in your office? For old times sake?” Seth was silently celebrating while his voice gave a cool, calm, and collected answer. 

“It’s a date.”

I NEED MORE JEFF GOLDBLUM FICS PLZZZZZZ

The Student Sweetheart Part 2

Pairings: Ian Malcolm x reader

Summary: After leaving the bar with your professor to go somewhere more private, you two make a stop at a gas station.

Warnings: 18+. Age gap. Smoking. Praise. Daddy kink. Size difference. Oral (male receiving). Protected p-in-v. Unprotected p-in-v. Creampie.

The air smells like cigarettes, and the leather seats stick to the back of your thighs. Of course Ian Malcolm drives a black truck that reeks of cigarettes. Not that you mind it. You occasionally smoke yourself, it’s just exactly what you would’ve imagined.

“Want some music, sweetheart?”

You turn to look at Ian. He has one hand on the wheel, and the other resting on the console. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

Ian lifts his hand off the console to turn on the radio. “I got some CDs if the radio isn’t to your, uh, liking.” He motions to the center console.

“Dr. Malcolm, I’m intrigued what music you listen to.”

You begin to open the top of the console with Ian keeping his eyes on the road. “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever called me ‘Dr. Malcolm.’”

“Huh. I guess so.” You start to dig through the unorganized mess of CDs stacked in the console. “Oh my god you have Michael Jackson?” You look at the cd under that one. “ABBA too?” Ian just smiles.

You keep sorting through all his various CDs. One catches your eye, so you pull it out. “Appetite for Destruction, Guns N’ Roses. Well, that’s very you.”

“Oh, because you know me so well.” Ian glances over at to as you go through his music collection. He only looks at you for a few seconds, unbeknownst to you, before paying attention to the road again.

You pull out another CD. This one looks older and more used than the others you’ve seen. “Frank Sinatra’s greatest hits? I guess I don’t know you that well. I would’ve never guessed.”

Ian chuckles. “Told you, honey.”

“So where do you live? Or is going to be a surprise too?”

“I live in a loft about half an hour from the university.”

“Oh my god, I'm not even surprised that you live in a loft. I can’t see you living in a normal apartment or house.”

Ian chuckles. Assuming that you’ve thought about where he’s lived before, a wide grin grows on his face. That thought fills him with pride.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or insult.” The truck slows as you guys approach a red light. Ian looks over at you.

You shrug with feigned innocence. “Take it however you want.” A sly smile starts to form after you say that.

“I, uh, will.” Ian gives you a quick wink, and then looks back at the dash. “Shit, we’re gonna have to stop and get gas. I hope you’re okay with us being delayed a little longer.”

The light turns green again, casting a green glow over the two of you. Ian starts driving again.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Besides, this whole car ride is a delay.”

Despite the darkness of the night and Ian’s truck, you can still see a little smirk tug at the side of his lips. “I know of a way to make it better. If you’re up for it of course.” Without waiting for an answer, Ian reaches over and grabs your thigh. Just like in the bar, his touch is firm yet respectful. He starts to trail his hand under your dress. You feel a heat growing low in your stomach. Ian keeps going higher and higher until he’s only about an inch from your throbbing core. Fuck. Just a little bit higher, Malcolm.

His fingers brush against you, only causing your thin lace panties to become moist with your impatient desire.

Just as he starts to trace your core through your panties, he pulls into a gas station. His fingers were only touching you there for a couple seconds, now leaving you dripping with need.

Ian puts the car in park. “Do you mind getting a pack of smokes while I get gas?” He reaches for his beat up wallet from the back of his jeans' pocket. You watch his hips as they buck up, so he can retrieve his stupid ancient wallet.

Digging through the crumpled cash inside, Ian hands you ten bucks.

You take a breath to calm your racing thoughts. “Any particular brand?”

“Surprise me.” Ian looks at you with an affectionate yet lustful grin.

There’s a silence, however, it’s broken quickly with you giggling. Ian laughs, finding it endearing how you can never stop.

“Alright, sweetheart. See you soon.” He pats your thigh, and then starts to open the driver’s side door.

You exit his truck as well. It’s more chilly now than it was on the walk over to The Striped Shot, but it's still pretty warm. You head into the gas station as Ian begins to fill up the tank. He could be filling up something else right now.

You sigh, pushing away those thoughts as you enter the gas station. It's dimly lit and smells musty. There's an older guy behind the register. You approach him.

"Can I get a pack of Marlboro Reds?"

"Sure thing." He has some twang in his voice. "Got an ID?"

"Yeah, no problem." You reach into your bra and pull out your license. The worker stares at you as you do.

The reality of being a woman is not having pockets. The mini black dress you have on is one of many examples of an nonfunctional outfit. "Here", you hand over your license.

The man stares at it longer than necessary. You can’t tell for sure, but it seems like he’s looking at your picture. Studying it.

Finally, he hands it back to you. "That'll be $8.75, princess."

Princess? Ew. Why are men so disgusting?

You fork over the ten dollar bill Ian gave you.

"Using daddy's money?"

Immediately you cringe at his words, but your face softens as you think of something to say.

"Oh, yeah. That's my daddy right out there in the truck." You point out the window only to see Ian looking right at you. How long as he been watching you?

"He's big and strong." You look the man up and down. "Unlike you."

The worker rolls his eyes and hands you your change along with the cigarettes. "Have a nice night now", he grumbles with a bitter voice. Without replying you take your stuff and head back out.

You're approaching Ian's truck with his change in one hand and the cigarettes in the other. Ian’s leaning against the front of his truck. With each step closer to him, the height difference between you both is more noticeable. He had to be almost a foot taller than you.

"Did that guy give you any trouble?"

You hand Ian his cigarettes. "Nothing I can't handle. He was just a little creepy is all."

Sudden rage boils up inside Ian's chest, feeling extremely protective of you. He takes a deep breath in an attempt to suppress his feelings. He can't have you noticing. It's not like you guys are together. He has no right to feel like this, right?

Ian murmurs under his breath, "Sorry you have to deal with that."

"I'm used to it." You hold your hand out with Ian's change. "Here."

"Still, it's not fair. And you can keep that. What is it? Almost two bucks?"

You grab Ian's wrist, turning his palm face up. "It's yours." You place the change in his hand.

Chuckling, Ian mutters, "Okay, fine, sweetheart." He tucks the change into his wallet. "Ready to go?"

You nod. Ian walks around to the passenger side and opens the door for you.

"Such a gentleman. I didn't know you had it in you, Malcolm." You settle into the seat.

Ian chuckles and shakes his head. "It comes out every once in a while." He closes the door and makes his way to the driver's side.

Once settled, he opens the pack of smokes you bought him. "Marlboros, huh?"

"That's usually what I smoke."

"I didn't know you smoked. Guess I'm learning stuff about you too." Ian grabs a cigarette and places it in between his lips.

There's something so captivating about how he does the simplest things. Your gaze shifts from his lips to his hand as he reaches into the cup holder beside him grabbing a black and gold lighter. He brings it to the cigarette, lighting it. Ian takes a long inhale as you continue to stare, admiring his every movement.

Ian lowers the cigarette, his hand resting on his lap as he leans back in his seat. His head tilts back as he exhales.

"Want a hit, honey?" Ian offers out the cigarette to you.

"Um, yeah, thanks." You take the cigarette from him. You fingers brush against his making you all warm again. The cigarette fits nicely between your fingers. Ian watches you intently as you take a drag.

Fuck! You both jump in your seats. A car just honked from behind you, taking both of you by surprise.

"Ian, you either have to drive or pull into a parking space", you scorned, You can't stay camped out beside a pump."

Ian chuckles and his cheeks turn a little pink. You've never seen Ian embarrassed before. What would make the Ian Malcolm embarrassed?

Oh my god. What if it's because he was too busy watching you to remember where he is. You smile to yourself at that thought.

As Ian puts his truck in drive, you glance over at him.

"Sorry, I, uh, got a little distracted there."

"Distracted by what?" You flash Ian a flirty smile and bring the cigarette up to your lips. Ian can't help but to watch you as you inhale.

"Um... you I guess."

A giggle escapes you. "Oh, really?"

Ian starts to drive out of the space. "What can I say? It's hard not to. Now give me that cigarette, sweetheart."

You take one more hit, making it teasingly long before handing him the cigarette. Ian takes it from you hastily. His left hand is on the wheel, and the right is holding the cigarette. He takes another drag as he pulls around behind the gas station.

"What are we doing back here, Dr. Malcolm?" You bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

Ian grips the wheel harder. You watch as his fingers try to crush the leather wheel. "I just want to finish my smoke without having to worry about the road."

"Then go ahead and do that, Dr. Malcolm."

The way Dr. Malcolm rolls of your tongue arises something from within him. He needs you. Soon. Now.

Skillfully, Ian pulls into a parking spot.

"Your truck is so big I would never be able to park it as well as you just did."

Ian puts the truck in park and brings the cigarette to his lips. He takes a nice, long inhale. "You know I, uh, am good at operating big things."

A blush forms on your cheeks. Thank god you're in a dark parking lot.

Ian exhales the smoke slowly. "Experience is one of the good things about my age." He passes you the cigarette.

As you put the tip of the cigarette against your lips, you feel the moist end damped by Ian. A chill runs down your spine, wishing that you could feel his wet lips on you.

After you inhale, you breathe the smoke out through your nose. You turn to Ian. "You know that guy in the gas station thought you were my dad."

"Oh? And what did you tell him?" Ian takes the cigarette from your hand, never looking away from your eyes.

"Well..." you giggle. "I maybe kind of told him you're my daddy."

A chortle vibrates through Ian's chest causing him to cough up the smoke he just inhaled. "Your daddy?"

You shrug. "Yup. I don't know why I did, but I just did." Ian hands you back the cigarette.

His eyes watch you bring the cigarette to your plump lips. He watches your chest fall as you exhale.

"I kind of like that title. Daddy." He says daddy with a growl in his voice causing you to laugh.

"Please never call yourself that again."

"Why not? You gonna do it for me?"

Fuck. There's a mean throbbing between your legs. If only Ian would just touch you already.

You cross your legs together, trying to keep some composure. Your breathing gets a bit heavier which Ian picks up on.

"So you want me to call you, daddy?"

Ian smirks. "Well why not?" He reaches over to your side taking the cigarette from you. His lips meet the tip of the cigarette as he takes one last hit. Ian’s gaze at you is broken as he rolls down the window. He tosses the cigarette butt outside before looking at you again.

He has an intense look in his eyes. Ian examines your face for a few moments before slowly traveling down your body. He then works his way back up to your face. "You're beautiful."

A shy smile forms on your face. "Oh, stop it."

Ian leans in closer to you. "But I mean it, sweetheart."

You lean in closer too, your face only a few inches apart now. "You're only saying that because you want to fuck me."

A mix of a moan and laugh comes out of Ian's mouth. "Maybe. But it's also true." He brings his left hand to your chin, tracing delicate circles.

"Your eyes are pretty too." He leans down and plants a soft kiss on your neck. "And your lips." His lush lips place another kiss, but this time on your jaw. Instinctively, your head tilts to the side giving him more access. Ian gives you another kiss on your neck. And then another.

He kisses back up along your jaw before pulling back to look at you. "Everything about you is gorgeous."

You can't take it anymore. You lean in to kiss him. Your lips heatedly crash together. You wrap your small arms around his big frame. Ian moans as he feels your arms around his body. He grabs your waist tightly. Your tongues tangle together.

Ian breaks the kiss only to start kissing your neck. One of your hands makes its way to the back of his neck, encouraging him to keep his attack on your neck going.

Ian's hot wet kisses travel up to your ear. He takes the lobe and nibbles it before releasing and kissing the spot where he just bit. He speaks in a low, gruff whisper, "Get in the back."

Without thinking you start to move to the backseat. Ian pulls away from you, allowing you to climb over.

As you make your way to the back, your ass is right in front of him. Your dress leaves very little to his imagination.

“God”, Ian mumbles under his breath, feeling his pants grow tighter by the second.

Upon getting in the back, you sit in the left backseat and watch as Ian climbs over. His silver dog tag dangles from his neck. You start to imagine what he would look like with just that dog tag around his neck.

Once he's in the back too, he grabs your waist and starts to kiss you again. You take off Ian's glasses and toss them in the driver's seat. He chuckles against your lips. "Not a fan of my glasses, sweetheart?"

You speak in between kisses. "I can't... really... see your... eyes."

Still kissing, you start to take off his leather jacket. Ian takes his hands off his waist to help you discard it to the floor. He tosses it aside without caring where it lands.

Ian pulls back from your kiss to look at you. Your nude lipstick is smeared and your hair is a bit messy.

He smiles seeing your desperate expression. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

You nod, feeling your panties get wetter by the second. "What do you want me to do?"

Ian's cock twitched at your words. "How about you take off my pants for me. Do you think you could do that? For your daddy?"

All you can do is nod breathlessly again. Moving to the floor of the car, you rest on your knees and quickly start working Ian's belt.

After you get his belt undone, you unzip his jeans. Your touch makes him bulge even more.

He watches you. His eyes are filled with desire. Slowly, you begin to lower his pants.

You almost drooled at the sight of him. The moonlight hit his hairy, tanned legs in just the right way.

His pants fall to his ankles. With needy eyes, you look up at him.

Ian is staring down at you breathlessly. "Don't stop, sweetheart."

"Someone's getting desperate", you tease even though you're about to fall apart too.

Ian chuckles and starts to trail his hands down your back. "If you listen to me, you'll get rewarded." You shiver at his words, and grip the waistband of his boxers. "Good girl", he praises.

His happy trail slowly reveals itself as you pull his underwear down. You keep going until they rest at his ankles with his jeans.

God. Ian was big. Bigger than the average guy.

You start to kiss the inside of his thighs which elicits a moan from him. Once you make it to the top, you flick your tongue at his tip.

Ian moans, "Go on, baby. I'm not young like you. I can't wait forever."

You snicker. "I've noticed."

Ian moves his hands up your back to your head. Jesus, his giant hands practically covered your head.

Without wasting anymore time, you wrap your mouth around him.

"Fuck", Ian groans.

You rest your hands on Ian's toned thighs as you start to bob your head. Steadily, you start to take more and more of him.

Ian runs his hands through your hair, making you softly moan. "You're doing so good for me, sweetheart."

He pushes your head gently, signaling to you that he wants you to go deeper. You move down into him all the way. Your nose presses against the dark curls above his cock.

Holding back a gag, you keep going. You’re not going to stop for any reason.

Ian grips your hair a bit harder and leans his head back against the seat. Out of breath, he whispers, "You doing alright?"

Your eyes meet his. "I'm good, daddy." Ian closes his eyes and moans as you call him that.

"Good job, baby." As you continue you look up at Ian through your fluttery lashes, you can tell he's coming closer to release.

"I'm-", Ian moans, "So close."

Your mouth moves faster. Your tongue licking him ruthlessly.

"Please", you whined, I want you to."

Ian moaned and looked down at you. His fingers grab your hair even tighter. Seeing you take him like this, how willing you are is enough to push him over the edge.

Ian's muscles began to clench. His grip on your hair was even harder than before. Warmth rapidly flooded your mouth. The taste of his sticky pleasure made you whine out a moan.

Helping Ian ride out his high, you bobbed your head a few more times before releasing him with a pop. Looking up at Ian, you swallow.

He's breathing heavily, barely able to muster out words. "Sweetheart, can you open the glovebox for me."

You nod and get up off the car floor. You turn around, revealing your ass to Ian as you reach over to the passenger's side to open the glovebox.

As you open the glovebox, Ian starts running his hand along his dick growing hard again quickly.

You dig through the glovebox and find some car manuals, a pack of smokes that looks older than Ian, and some ancient condoms. How long as he had these?

You tear off a condom and hold it back for Ian to look at. "Is this what you want?"

Ian smirks, "Yeah." You toss the condom to him and then retreat back. You sit beside him as he starts to open the package.

Ian's insatiable eyes meet yours. "I want you to come undone. I want you to cum."

His words make you shiver and your eyes flutter shut. God, you needed him.

You open your eyes to watch as Ian starts to put the condom on.

Once he's done he gently grips your waist, guiding you onto his lap so you're straddling him. Ian leans in to kiss you.

Your lips hungrily meet his, wanting more. Needing more.

Ian speaks softly against your lips. "Ride me, baby."

You quietly moan in his mouth after he says that.

"I wanna hear more, sweetheart." You nod and then start to lower your lace panties while Ian hikes your dress up.

His broad hands on your hips start to lift you up. With one hand, you grip his shoulder, and the other falls down to his lap.

Ian leaves rough kisses on your neck as you guide him to you. Your touch is gentle yet needy.

Taking your time, you started to ease him into you. A soft moan falls out of your mouth.

As you sink deeper Ian groans. Your hands grip Ian's shoulders while his dig into your hips.

Finally, you sink all the way down on his length causing both of you to moan.

"You good?"

"Yeah."

"I want you to go slow, okay?"

You roll your hips into his, letting out a small moan. "But why?"

"Have you never heard the saying slow and steady wins the race?"

You roll your eyes. Of course he answers with some shit like that.

"Please, Ian", you whined. You roll your hips again and squeeze your eyes shut. "Ian", you muttered breathlessly.

"Oh, fuck it." Ian starts to move your hips against him. You immediately match his pace.

His hips buck up into you causing you to moan. Your tight pussy holds him in as you continue to grind against him.

You go faster, taking more control. Ian's hands wander to your sides. He cups your breasts through your dress. Ian squeezes you and then moves his hands to your lower back as you continue to rock your hips back and forth over him.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart." Another moan falls from your lips.

Ian leans in and nibbles your neck. "I'm not too big, am I? You can take it?"

"Mhm. Perfect." Your motions start to get more desperate.

Ian grips your hips again, helping you move. He lifts his hips up so he can fuck up into you, creating more friction. "So good", you whined.

Ian keeps one hand on your hip and brings the other up to your mouth. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip. Your lips part and his thumb is greeted by your soft lips wrapping around. His thumb sinks inside your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick him.

After a few moments of you sucking his sensitive thumb, Ian retract his hand and grips your hips again.

Your hips bang against his. Short, ragged breaths leave you.

Ian's panting as he continues to help you move. You start to dig your fingers into his shoulders.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" You moan at Ian's words and nod, too far gone to form words.

He smiles and shakes his head. "That's not an answer sweetheart."

"Y-yes! Fuck."

"That's my good girl."

You couldn't hold off any longer. With a few more movements you started to let go. Your muscles felt weak as you gave in to the waves of heat crashing through your body.

Seeing you come undone makes Ian let out a deep groan, making you do the same. He thrusts up into you to help you ride out your release. Still holding onto his shoulders desperately, you lean your head down resting it on his right shoulder. Both of you were breathless and coated with sweat.

Ian rubs your lower back. "Do you think you can take some more?"

You lift your head up from his shoulder and nod. Ian leans in and kisses your neck. "My good girl."

He lifts you up, his still hard cock falls out of you leaving you with an empty feeling.

Ian places you on the seat beside him so you're turned away from him. Your knees are bent and you place your hands on the window.

You feel Ian's hot breath beside your ear as he whispers, "You ready?"

"Yes."

Ian starts to position himself behind you. "Yes what?"

You look over your shoulder with a small smirk. "Yes, daddy."

Ian groans and then plunges into you. A moan spills from your lips.

Thrusting deep inside you, he mumbles, "You're so good."

Ian places one hand on your hip and the other on your stomach. He could feel himself from inside of you which only made his craving for you more intense. Moving faster, he groans.

Ian slowly slides your hand down from your stomach. He starts to toy at your clit which makes you arch your back into his touch.

A loud moan comes out of Ian at the sight of you before him. He works his hips faster.

"Fuck", Ian moaned. He could feel you pulsing around him which only furthered his need.

Still moving fast inside you, Ian kept rubbing his fingers against you furiously.

"I'm not gonna last much longer, sweetheart."

You could feel your second orgasm coming too.

"Please, Ian", you whine desperately, "Don't stop."

"I wasn't planning on it, honey."

His truck is filled with the sound of your moans. Your hands press against the window so hard it feels as if you're going to break the glass.

"Almost there", you plead.

Ian nods from behind you as he keeps grinding up into you. His fingers keep working your clit.

"Need you, daddy."

"Baby, I'm gonna-", he lets out a long, deep moan.

Ian's moan triggers one out of you. He presses up deep inside of you as he moans your name. Waves of ecstasy roll over you both. Ian's truck is stuffy and blazing, but neither of you cared. The only thing on both of your minds is the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through your bodies.

Still short of breath, Ian starts to retract himself from behind you. You cherish the feeling of every movement as he pulled out of you.

Wiping sweat away from your forehead, you sat back against a seat and pulled your underwear back on.

From the corner of your eyes, you watched as Ian slid the condom off. It was full of his sticky, sweet cum.

Ian starts to roll down a window.

Oh my god, he's so gross. "Please tell me that you're not just going to throw that out on the street."

Ian turns to you with a sly smile. "Why not?"

"Because someone else is going to have to clean that up, Malcolm. Or animals will find it. Plus, it's just discourteous."

"We're back to Malcolm I see." He keeps smiling at you, finding your pout of disapproval insanely cute. "Fine. You win. I'll throw it out."

You smile proudly. "Good."

Ian rolls his eyes, but there's still a smile on his face. He reaches to the front seat and grabs his glasses, sliding the dark frames back on his face. With his free hand, he pulls up his boxers and jeans. "I'm going to need you to do the belt for me, sweetheart."

"Because you're so helpless", you tease. Nonetheless, you grab his belt off of the car floor.

"Hey, would you rather hold this used up condom so I can do it?"

You scoff at his question as you begin to loops his belt through his jeans. Ordinarily the thought of touching a used condom after you've been with someone would make you gag, but with Ian you wouldn't mind it.

You finish putting his belt back on. "There."

He smiles in an annoyingly cute way. "Thank you, Miss Chaology."

You roll your eyes at that stupid nickname, but then you feel a soft peck on your cheek causing you to melt.

"Be right back." Ian winks at you before turning around and opening the car door. You watch as he leaves his truck to dispose of the condom.

Once he's out of sight you climb back to the front, settling in the passenger seat.

After a minute Ian returns. He sits down in the driver's seat with an embarrassed look on his face.

You giggle. "What's that face for?"

"Uh, well...", he clears his throat, "The trash was right outside the convenience store. That guy, the one who you, uh, told I was your dad saw me as I threw it out."

You burst out laughing, and Ian can't help but to chuckle as you do so. "Okay, to be fair I didn't say that you were my dad. Just that you were kind of my daddy."

Ian scoffs, smiling. "How's that any different?"

"Oh, there's a huge difference between dad and daddy."

"Enlighten me then." Ian starts putting his seatbelt on, so you do the same.

"Dad is like your father, but daddy is...", a seductive smile tugs at the corner of your lips. "Daddy is daddy."

Ian scoffs and starts to drive out of the gas station parking lot. "That's such a great explanation, I totally get it now", he says, his voice clearly laced with sarcasm. You reach over and lightly hit his arm.

"Stop being so annoying, Malcolm."

Ian sighs dramatically. "You really hurt me, baby."

You fight back a smile as Ian calls you baby. "Sorry, but you deserved it." Your arms cross against your chest.

"Are you going to kiss it? Help it feel better?"

"You're such a baby." You roll your eyes and reach for his arm. Your delicate fingers wrap not even halfway around his forearm.

Lifting his arm to your lips, you give him a few soft kisses.

Ian smiles. "So much better, sweetheart. Thanks."

"Uh huh."

"Don't get sassy with me, I might just have to punish you." Ian flashes you a playful look.

"Eyes on the road, dumbass."

Ian lets out a laugh. "Fine. I wouldn't want to get us in a crash." Approaching a red light, Ian looks down at your hand still squeezing his arm. "You gonna give me my arm back?"

You glance down at your hand. "Oh, sorry. I didn't even realize."

You start pulling your hand away, a bit embarrassed, but then Ian suddenly grabs your hand just as it's over your thigh. Your fingers interlace.

His hand is twice the size of yours. Your gaze shifts from your intertwined hands to Ian's face. He gives you a playful wink before returning his attention to the road.

Your hands rest on your lap as Ian keeps driving. "Do you still want to go back to my loft do you want me to take you home?"

Truthfully, you really want to go back to Ian's place. To see where he lives. To still be with him. But what if he's asking you about going back home because he's done with you? Like you're just a fuck and that's all.

"Sweetheart?"

"Huh?" You look over at him. "Sorry, I was just thinking. Umm... how close are we to your place? I wouldn't want you to drive too far back to mine."

Ian's heart drops, not wanting you to go home. He rubs his thumb against your hand. "I can take you if that's what you want."

"I just don't want to bother you. I'm not sure if you taking me home will cause more work for you or me going over to your place."

An affectionate smile forms on Ian's face. "I'll do whatever you want. But you just coming over to my place would just be easier considering we're less than five minutes away."

You nod. "Okay." Ian smiles to himself at your response.

As Ian keeps driving, your fingers stay locked with his. Occasionally he traces his thumb along yours which makes you feel at peace. You haven't felt this safe, this cared for in a long time.

Oh my god. Am I starting to fall for Ian?

It was just a crush at first. Mainly just this unexplainable attraction. For months it's been that way. He would get under your skin like no one else could.

Yet you still wanted him. You desired his touch. His attention. His heart. Him.

You look down at your lap. His hand intertwined with yours just felt right. His touch and presence so comforting to you. Perfect.

The rest of the drive back to Ian's place is silent with just the radio playing quietly. His grip on you never loosens. And all your thoughts are of him. Ian Malcolm.

“Thirsty?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Ian.”

As Ian walks over to the fridge you keep examining his loft. It’s fairly open and he has a handful of plants scattered about. For the most part it’s monochrome with black, grey, and white appliances and furniture, but there are a few accents of dark wood and navy blue.

“What do you want to drink, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” You jerk your head to look at him. “Umm, just water’s fine.”

Ian chuckles. “Sure thing.” He grabs a glass from a cabinet and then walks back over to the fridge. “Do you approve of my loft?”

You walk over towards Ian. “Do you want my approval?”

A small chuckle leaves his lips. “I don’t need it… but it would be nice.” Ian adds some ice to the glass followed by some water.

“Then in that case, yes. I like it.”

Ian walks over to you and hands you the glass of water.

“Here, honey.”

You take the glass from him, your hands brushing briefly. Ian is so much bigger than you. He has to be almost a foot taller compared to you.

You take a sip of the water. The cool liquid feels nice as it runs down your throat.

“Now that you have your water, do you want to go upstairs?”

You nod and Ian takes your free hand. He starts to guide you to his room. When you reach the bottom of the stairs he stops.

“Ladies first.”

You smile and then begin walking up the stairs as Ian follows behind you. He rests one of his hands on the small of your back which makes you smile.

Once you guys make it upstairs, you immediately start to look around at his bedroom. Damn, his bed must be at least a king. The sheets are grey with dark green pillows. He has a couple plants up here too.

Ian chuckles, “Impressed or something?”

You turn around to face him. “Eh. Your bed is huge though.”

“What can I say? It’s, uh, a priority.”

You giggle, bringing a hand to cover your mouth as you do so.

Ian steps towards you and grabs your wrist. He slowly lowers your hand.

“Let me see that smile.”

You can’t help but to smile again. You start to look down, but Ian’s other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re just going to make me keep giggling.”

A proud smile grows on Ian’s face. “So? That’s a beautiful sight.”

You giggle. “Ugh, Malcolm!”

Ian chuckles. “That’s my good girl.”

Even though he’s only called you that a couple times, it hasn't failed at making you blush.

You titter. “Jesus, now I need to take a cold shower.”

“Well I don’t know about a cold shower, but I can do a hot one.”

You fight back more giggles, but fail to do so. Ian joins in on your laughter.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Ian leads you to his bathroom, still holding onto your wrist.

His bathroom is small but still nice. The shower door is glass and the rest of the walls in the shower are a creme colored tile.

Ian walks over to a cabinet and pulls out a clean towel.

“Here ya go.”

“Thanks.” You take the towel from him.

“I can, uh, leave and wait for you if you want.”

You smile and look down at the ground. His consideration makes you feel all warm inside.

Your eyes meet his. “It’s up to you.”

“I, uh, don’t want to impose or make you uncomfortable.”

You chuckle, hoping to reassure him. “Ian, I literally came home with you. You already were inside of me. I don’t mind if you want to shower with me. Okay?”

A soft smile appears on his face. “Okay then.”

You turn around and walk to the shower. Ian follows behind you like a lost poppy dog even though this is his bathroom. You’ve never seen this soft, infatuated side of Ian before.

All of a sudden, the shower door swings open. You look over your shoulder and see Ian with the handle in his grasp. He then turns the shower knob, allowing the water to start to warm up.

You sling the towel he gave you on the rack beside the shower. There’s already a towel there. Ian’s. You can tell he’s already used it a couple times.

Unexpectedly, you feel hands grabbing your hips from behind you. Ian presses his front to your back. He leans down and starts pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

“You know I can’t shower if you won’t let me go.”

“But I don’t want to”, Ian playfully whines.

You giggle, the sound music to his ears.

“I’ll play nice just for you", he coos.

Still kissing your neck, Ian steps back just enough to unzip your dress. You shiver under his touch causing him to smile.

After Ian finishes unzipping your dress he gently grabs your arms, lifting them. He pulls your dress over your head leaving you in just your bra and underwear.

Ian already saw your underwear earlier this evening, but this was his first time seeing your bra. Even though your back is to him, he could tell your bra and panties were a matching lace set. It turned him on.

Ian started to unhook your bra, admiring what he could see as he does. He then discards it onto the bathroom floor.

Ian’s hands slide down to your waist again. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear. Taking his time, Ian starts to lower them.

He practically drools as your rear is revealed to him. Keeping a slow pace, your panties eventually reach your ankles. You step out of them and start to turn around.

A small hum of approval leaves Ian. The only sound in the room beside both of your breaths is the shower.

Ian keeps staring at you, saying nothing as he does. You slap his chest lightly.

“Stop staring, loser.”

Ian laughs. “But you’re just so gorgeous.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Ian leans down closer to your face. “Make me.”

“I would, but a shower is calling my name.” You smile and step in, closing the glass door behind you.

Ian scrambles to undress himself. He shrugs off his leather jacket as he starts pulling his pants down. His jeans and boxers hit the floor in a matter of seconds. Then he quickly pulls off his shirt leaving him completely bare.

Ian swings the shower door open and steps inside.

You’re in the warm shower spray when he enters. Your eyes meet his.

Ian’s cheeks were florid. It was from a combination of stripping like he was in a race and looking at your naked body. You can’t help but to giggle at him.

Ian only blushes more. “Are you just going to keep laughing at me?”

Your laughter subsides, but your smile never leaves. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Ian walks closer to you.

When you were in his truck it was dark and he wasn’t even fully undressed. Now you could see him clearly. All of him.

Once Ian is close enough to you, he grabs your waist pulling you to him. Your hands find his sides as you both stand under the water spray.

You glance up at his face. His curls begin to flatten out as the water pours down. You watch the water run down from his hair, to his neck, down to his chest.

“Now you’re the one staring.”

You roll your eyes with a smile present. “You’re so annoying, Malcolm.”

“Maybe. But I’m other things too.”

“Like what?” You raise your eyebrows playfully.

Ian starts to back you into the shower wall. “Let’s see… I, uh, I’m smart.”

Biting your lip, you hold back a laugh.

“I’m charming.”

Your voice is laced with sarcasm, “Oh, yeah, you’re a modern day Prince Charming for sure.”

“I have you here in my shower so don’t go doubting my abilities, sweetheart.”

Ian stops moving as soon as you hit the back of the wall. He licks his lips hungrily.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“What? You want me to give you options?” You sigh dramatically. “Well for one you could kiss-”

With no warning Ian lifts you up against the cool shower wall. His hands grip your ass to support you. Your legs and arms instinctively wrap around him.

“Or you could do this.” His lips crash into yours. “Mm, this works.”

The kiss is sloppy, but neither of you care. Your hands start rubbing the back of Ian’s neck causing him to moan.

“Do want me to get out and get a condom?”

“I’m okay without it. I’m on the pill if you knocking me up is your main concern.” You start kissing the soft supple skin of Ian’s neck.

He nods. Without waiting another second, he starts to slide into you.

A sweet moan leaves your lips as you feel him opening you. You start to attack Ian’s neck with kisses which makes him groan.

“You doing good, sweetheart?”

You nod and moan again as Ian pushes in deeper. “So good", you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Encouraged by your words, Ian sinks his whole length in you. He can feel your pulsing walls surrounding him.

“You want more, honey?”

“Mhm.”

“Use your words for me, baby.” Ian thrusts up into you, still holding you against the shower wall.

“God! Yes. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, daddy. I want- need to feel you.”

Ian steadily starts moving his hips. “Good girl.”

Your breathing grows more ragged. Ian’s does too.

You start to run your hands through his hair as he fucks you up against the shower wall. The already hot and steamy room starts to feel like it’s boiling as you two continue.

Your hips grind against his, trying to match his movements. Ian’s big hands holding up your ass begin to squeeze the soft flesh.

Ian moans your name and mutters a needy fuck.

He keeps the pace steady despite him knowing you want more.

Ian nuzzles into your neck, kissing his way up to your ear. “I want you to finish first. Do you think you can do that?”

Breathless, you mutter, “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Ian starts to move his hips faster. His big cock weaves in and out of your wet pussy. Your moans start to get more frequent.

“Please, Ian.”

He leans in to kiss you, moaning against your lips.

“I got you, baby.”

His words only fuel your passion. You arch your back into him. Your fingernails dig into the back of his neck as you feel yourself getting closer.

With only a few more thrusts from Ian you come undone. Your eyes close shut and your head gets dizzy.

Riding out your high, Ian grinds up into you even faster. You let out a final moan which sends Ian over the edge.

A warm feeling tingles your insides as he paints your walls white.

Still breathing heavily, Ian presses a few soft kisses against your lips. He starts to lower you back down with his hands gripping your waist. As your feet hit the ground you can tell your muscles are a bit weak. Ian's hands are still secured around your waist to make sure you’re steady enough to stand on your own.

Ian leaves one hand on your hip and rubs your lower back with the other. “Are you good, baby?”

You look up at Ian. “Yeah.”

Seemingly out of nowhere you yawn, bringing your hands to cover your mouth as you do.

Ian softly chuckles. “Are you tired?”

“I guess so. I didn’t realize it until now.”

“I’d be kicking myself if I didn’t wear you out.”

Even though you’re spent, you still manage to laugh.

Ian takes smiles happily knowing he can keep making you laugh even when you're exhausted, and that he’s the reason why you’re so tired.

“Let’s wash up so we can get out and get you in bed.”

You cross your arms which Ian only finds cute. You debate if you should protest him. It's totally possible for you to stay up longer. To still be with him.

It's already been a long night though and you don't have the energy to fight Ian. “Fine", you murmur.

Ian smiles and turns around. He grabs the soap and squirts a few pumps of body wash in his hands. Ian starts to rub it along your body. His touch is gentle and caring. You almost wish he was tracing your skin with some hint of relentless greed.

It would make it easier to hate him when this was all over. There's no way you guys could even last. Ian was still your teacher after all. He probably just thinks of you as a sweet, young body to use. To please him.

After Ian finishes lathering your body in soap, he guides you into the shower spray, letting it rinse off.

He pumps more body wash into his hands and starts to wash himself. As he works the soap onto his arms you squirt some body wash into your hands.

Ian looks down at you and you look up at him. You give him a soft smile before moving your gaze to his chest. In no hurry, you start to rub the soap onto his chest. After you finish with his torso, you move to do the rest of his body, taking as much time and precision as he did with you. You love the intimacy of this moment, but it also pains you knowing that it won't last.

Once you’re born clean and rinsed, Ian turns off the shower water. He opens the shower door and hands you your towel. You wrap it around yourself and nod to him as a thank you. He smiles before wrapping his own towel around his waist.

As you both dry off, you do so in silence. Occasionally you steal glances at each other. A few times you even giggle. Ian even lets you use his comb to brush out your hair.

Reaching underneath a cabinet, he pulls out a spare toothbrush and hands it to you. The packaging looks old. There are even a few water stains. He must’ve had this for a while.

“Thanks for the toothbrush.”

Ian kisses the top of your head. “You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart.”

“I might not need to, but I will anyways.”

Ian shakes his head as he smiles to himself. He hands you some toothpaste and pulls out his own toothbrush. While you brush your teeth he does the same.

There’s something soothing about the domesticity of your actions, but it also leaves you feeling vulnerable. This isn’t something you would normally do with someone you just hooked up with. Is this something Ian's done before with girls he's brought back home to have sex with?

After you both finishing brushing your teeth, you follow Ian as he heads out of the bathroom to his bedroom. He walks over to his dresser while you lean against a bed post.

“Umm…” Ian scratches his chin as he thinks. “It might be weird, but I have some of one of my wives’ old clothes tucked away in a box.”

Ian pulls out a pair of boxers and a pair of pajama pants for himself. “It’s actually not even clothes she’s worn. I was going to give them to her for her birthday, but we separated before then. I just never got rid of them.”

Your heart pangs slightly. It’s not so much Ian being with another woman- you already knew he’s been married a few times, but rather how he couldn’t bear to part with it. Clearly, he put together this nice gift for the woman he loved but never ended up being able to give it to her. You couldn’t help wondering why they even divorced in the first place.

“That’s fine.”

“Are you sure? I can probably find-”

You grab his arm gently. “It’s fine.”

Ian nods. He throws on the boxers and pajama pants he pulled out a few moments ago. You watch as he then pulls a small box out from under his bed. He places it at the foot of the bed and opens it. Ian starts to sort through it.

There’s only a few items. It’s mainly underwear, but there are a couple bras, and a pair of spandex.

Ian scratches his head, a little embarrassed. “You can choose what you want, but I’ll grab you one of my shirts you can use. I doubt you’ll want to sleep in a sexy bra.”

You let out a little laugh. “You’re correct.”

As Ian moves back to his dresser to find you a shirt, you pull out a pair of underwear and that pair of spandex shorts.

The panties you chose are baby pink with a boy short cut. You slip them on and then the black spandex.

Ian walks over to you, tossing you one of his shirts.

“It’ll probably be big on you, but it’s what I have.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

While you put his shirt on, Ian puts the box of clothes, well, more like lingerie, back under his bed.

His shirt smells like him, but more fresh and even a little woodsy. You loved it.

His shirt engulfs your small body. It makes you feel safe. Warm. Protected.

Ian starts walking towards his bed. You watch him as he plops down. He’s lying on his back with his hands behind his head. You sit on the edge of the bed, not wanting to bother Ian.

“Come here, sweetheart, I need to tell you something.”

You smile and walk over to the top of the bed where Ian’s resting. You playfully point your finger at him. “It better be something good, Malcolm.”

“Oh, it is.”

You squeal, taken by surprise, as Ian grabs your wrist, suddenly pulling you down on the bed to join him. He begins to plant soft kisses along your neck and cheeks.

You muster out words in between giggles, “Ian!” His hands move to your waist. “This isn’t you telling me something you dumbass!”

Ian laughs against your skin. “I was going to say…” Ian’s lips press against yours. You melt into his touch until he pulls back. “I was going to say that I love kissing you.” Ian brushes some hair out of your face, tucking your soft strands behind your ear.

You bury your face in Ian’s shoulder. “Stop it, Malcolm!”

Ian starts tracing your back with his fingers. “Are you blushing?”

Your voice is muffled against Ian’s shoulder. “You annoy the shit out of me. You know that?”

“Maybe. But, uh, it’s a good kind of annoyance, right?”

You smile which Ian can feel. He smiles too.

Rolling over, you unhide your face and lay on your side. Ian shifts off his back so he's on his side too.

He traces his fingers against your arm. Ian's touch is so soothing. So gentle. Loving even. You wish that you could always stay like this.

Ian speaks softly, his voice calming. “You can go to sleep if you want, sweetheart.”

You sigh. “Sorry.”

A puzzled look forms on Ian’s face. “For what?”

“I don’t know… just for staying here. I mean you drove me here, I took a shower in your bathroom, and now I’m in your bed and I just feel like-”

Ian presses his pointer finger against your lips. He’s smiling softly. “Stop talking and just go to sleep. There’s nothing to be sorry about. You got that… Miss Chaology?”

You roll your eyes with a grin. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”

Reaching down, you pull the covers up. Ian helps you and makes sure they’re over you both.

With Ian still tracing your arm you close your eyes.

“Good girl, baby”, he softly whispers.

God, you could feel your heart melting at his words. His soft lips press against your temple before he lays back on a pillow.

Ian’s arm that’s not tracing yours wraps around you protectively. The embrace is loose as he doesn’t want to be too pushy if you don’t want it. But you do.

Scooting closer to him and curling up under the covers, Ian now holds you tightly. He brings a hand up to cradle your head.

The smallest tear rolls down your cheek. Luckily, that side of your face is buried in Ian's mattress.

You haven't like this in a long time. Loved.

As you drift off, all your thoughts are of the man holding you. His stupidly perfect smile. His tall build. His dark curls. How he touches you so lovingly…

Able to tell that you’ve succumbed to sleep, Ian untangles one arm from you so he can turn off the lamp on his nightstand. With the room now dark, he puts his arm right back around you. It’s impossible for Ian not to admire you, even in the darkness. He presses a warm kiss to the top of your head before resting his own on top of yours.

Fairly quickly, Ian falls asleep too. Your presence is just as comforting for him as his is to you. The only sounds in the room are the soft hum of the AC and the breathing of you both.

If only this feeling could last forever. If only you two could last forever.

My MANNNNN

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❛RELAX❜ ( o. shotaro )

💬nia's notes: i know i said i wouldn't start wriring for riize just yet , but i couldn't help it i just love taro.

p. stoner!shotaro x shy!reader w. 3.4k (idk either)

warnings? drug usage , unprotected sex , dirty talk , pwp , cumming inside , oral ( f. receiving), fingering ,

— 𖦹 ( smoking weed with shotaro leads to something more ) !

"you're late mr. osaki." you looked up from your computer , you sat in the way back , so you got a good look at the entire class , including the boy who stood at the door , shoulders hung , he definitely didn't want to be here. "this the eighth time this month class starts at one o'clock not one-thirty."

he nodded , head still low. "i slept late." the teacher shook her head. "take a seat mr. osaki , next time set a better alarm." she turned back to the projector.

he made his way to the back , the rest of the desk filled up except the one next to you , your bag occupied the chair. "can i sit?" he said looking at you, you could now see that his eyes were red , he was high. "hello?" he waved his hand in front of your face. "h-huh?"

"mrs.(last name) , mr. osaki , is there a problem." the class turned to face you both. "just trying to sit down." he kept his eyes on you. "so can i sit down?" you nodded , quickly moved your things from the seat — he sat down , everyone turning back to the board and your heart finally stopped beating at 100 miles per hour from all the attention.

you tried to focus on the board , but you couldn't help but glance over to him everyone once and a while , you've see him every once in a while in this class , he'd often sit in the back , he almost never paid attention , but he always passed — getting up and leaving , he basically was there for attendance.

"you know i can feel you staring at me?" his whisper voice spooked you , you tried to turn , but it was no use. "y-you don't have any books." you said , he could barely hear you , but he chuckled. "yeah , i know." he said. "i'll get someone else to do it."

you went to face him again , but he beat you to it , his face was already close to yours. "what about you princess?" he smirked at your flustered stated. "you wanna do it for me , be a good girl and do my work for me?"

"wh-what." he sat back in his chair , head low again. "i was kidding (name)." how'd he know your name? "you're gonna miss the class if you don't pay attention. the class , that's right. "sh-shit." you cursed , turning to the right page , refocusing on the work , taking the notes down on your computer.

shotaro watched you , in fact he always watched you — you just never payed any attention to your surroundings , always trying to get somewhere quickly and quietly , but sometimes he'd catch you , mumbling things to yourself while working and he thought it was cute , he thought you were cute , so when god gave him the opportunity to sit next to you , he took it even though he was high out of his mind and could barely pick up on anything.

class went by quickly , shotaro had fallen asleep , probably sleeping off his high , while you jotted down the notes. "we have a test coming up , it's worth half your grades , so remember to study." you packed up all your stuff. "mrs.( last name)?" you looked up. "y-yes?" the professor pointed to shotaro. "please wake him up." she shook her. "don't even know why he bothers to come."

you turned to the sleeping boy , reaching out and lightly tapping him. "h-hey." you tapped him once again , a little harder this time , his eyes fluttered open , no longer red , his pupils back to normal. "class is over now." you said , about to walk away , when he grabbed your wrist.

"wait." his voice groggily from sleep. "let me take you home." he said. "you don't live on campus , correct?" you nodded. "b-but you don't have to." you said. "it's cool , i want to." he stood up. "wh-why?"

you were so cute , all shy. "maybe i just hang out with you , not everyone is all scary." he said. "you'll take me straight home?" you questioned. "i promise." he smirked , moving close to you , his body close to yours. "unless you have another place." he laughed as you took a step back. "let's go." he took your bag from your shoulders , putting it on his.

you guys made it to his car , he opened your door , letting you step inside before he closed the door , jogging over to the drivers side , climbing in , tossing your bookbag in the back. "ready?"

you looked out the window as drove , picking at the string on your skirt nervously , shotaro picked up on it , grabbing your hand. "stop that , you don't want to mess it up do you?" you shook your head , stopping. "good girl." those words sending a shiver down your spine.

"you hungry?" he spoke up. "we can stop for food." he wanted to grab food with you , did he mean like a date? was he asking you out on a date? "don't think too much of it , you'll hurt that pretty head of yours." he said. "there's a drive through mcdonalds near by , we can pick something up." you nodded , he let out a tsk sound.

"ah you can do better." he said. "let me hear that pretty voice , use your words." you couldn't understand it , but the way he spoke to you , it made you feel something , something you've never felt before — but it made you want to listen to him. "o-okay" he smiled. "good girl , let's go."

he pulled into the drive through , the lady spoke through the voice machine , he ordered what he want , turning to you getting your order before telling her what you want. "okay , you guys can pull up to the front window."

after getting your food , he placed it in your lap , driving off. you noticed he missed the exit to get back to your house , your eyes widening. "m-my house— i know." had that been any other person , you've would been shitting your pants , but with him surprisingly you felt safe. "i have place where we can eat our food and talk."

he drove for about ten more minutes , pulling into a old parking lot. "don't be so nervous." he said. "i would never put you in any harm , just relax." he said , grabbing the bag , taking the food out. "here you go." you shyly too the box of chicken nuggets , sitting them in your lap , he smiled. "cute."

he turned on a random tv show on his phone , sitting it up so you could see while you ate , occasionally making conversation with you , smiling when you shyly nod or avoided his eye contact — which never away , his eyes were always on you , watching everything you did.

"i-is th-there something on my face?" you said , looking for a napkin. "no , just like looking at you." you were flustered again , his constant flirting was going to kill you. "w-why?"

"because you're pretty." he said. "and i like staring at you." you quickly switched the subject. "i took all the notes down , i'll send them to you." he turned to you , laughing. "i didn't really mean for you to actually do my work for me princess." you began to pick at the string on your skirt again.

"hey." he grabbed your hands. "thank you , but don't worry your pretty little head about me." you nodded , and he let your hand go , this time resting his hand on your knee. "just relax , when you're with me that's all you have to do is relax."

he reached in the glove compartment , pull out a small metal can , opening it — revealing four pre-rolled joints. "sh-shotaro , what are you doing?" he smiled , taking one out , along with his lighter. "what does it look like?" he put the blunt to his mouth , about to light it. "b-but you can't drive if you're high."

"well then i guess you have to stay right here with me until im sober again." he light it up , taking a drag , inhaling , then exhaling. "you don't mind that do you." it probably should've bothered you , but it really didn't , you actually wanted to spend more time with him , this was probably the most you've been out in like forever. "i-i guess i don't mind."

you watched him take multiple drags , his body slumping further and further into the seat , he turned the radio on , r&b playing on a low volume as smoke filled the car. "you want to try?"

you shook your head. "i-i'm fine." you've never done something like that before , you wouldn't even know what to do. "why not , it will finally take your mind off everything." he said. "i-i've never done it before." of course you haven't. "i know , but that doesn't mean you can't try."

you thought about it before agreeing , what harm could it be. "s-sure." you said , he sat up , taking the blunt out of his mouth. "you don't have to , i won't force you (name)." he said. "i-i want to."

he nodded , you turned to him. "let me lead." you obey , and he held the blunt to your mouth. "open up." he tapped the blunt on your lips , you got that feeling again that you did earlier — parting your lips. "good girl , now close."

you obeyed , closing your lips. "now inhale it — not too much." he watched you closely , tapping your cheek with his finger , signaling you to stop , now hold it , that's it , just a little longer." the smoke filled your lungs. "now let go." you coughed , the smoke coming out of your mouth. "it's okay , it's okay." he patted your back. "it's always like that the first few times , you'll get the hang of it."

he let you hit it two more times , before he seem your eyes get redder and redder , before he was pulling it away from your lips. "that's enough , three is enough for someone like you."

you sat back , your body felt like it was melting into the seat. "look at you , finally relaxing." he smiled , you chuckled. "and you laughed , that's three wins for me today." he said. "three?" he hummed. "i got you to hang out with me , i got you relax and i got you to smile." he counted them.

he noticed you in your own world , picking with the hem of your skirt. "what's troubling that pretty head again?" he held your hands down once again. "wh-why did you want to hang out with me?" you said. "are you not having good time."

"n-no it's not that, it's just that , you've never paid attention to me before , wh-why all of sudden." he smiled , you were so clueless. "how would you know pretty , you alway have your head in the clouds , talking to yourself." your face heated up with embarrassment.

"do i really talk to myself?" you didn't evem realize you were doing it now , he laughed. "you're so cute." he rubbed your knee. "that's why i wanted to hang out with you , everything about you is so cute." your face was on fire , you turned out to face the window.

"especially when you get all shy , i find that so cute." he grabbed your jaw , turning it to face him. "why'd you turn away?" he smirked , his eyes fell to your lip , which you were chewing on. "am i making you nervous?"

you could barely comprehend what was going on , between the weed flowing through your system , and his hand resting on your leg , the other forcing you to look at him , it was all too much. "i really want to kiss you right now." your eyes widened.

"can i?" his thumb ran across your bottom lip , you nodded. "i need to hear you princess , use those words." you were afraid , not knowing what would come out. "y-yes , you can." he smiled , leaning in , his lips pressing against yours.

his lips felt nice , soft against yours. he could tell you were still nervous , pulling away. "look at you , your eyes all glazed over." he chuckled. "did you like it?" he questioned. "you want another one?" you nodded. "words pretty girl."

"i want another one." you said , your voice the most clear than has been , shotaro took notice of this. "how about you come sit right here and get it." he patted his lap , your eyes fluttered to his his lap , the to him. "y-your lap?" he nodded. "yeah , if you want to." you thought about it , you'd never even gone this far with a guy , but you wanted to — you wanted to go that far with shotaro. "o-okay."

you undid your seat belt , slowly climbing into his lap , hovering right above him. "let me help you." he grabbed your hips , pulling you down. "there you go pretty girl." his hands rested on your thighs , on of them coming up to caress your cheek. "just relax for me." he pulled you into another kiss.

you don't know if it was the weed , or his kisses , but you were on cloud nine and you didn't want to come down , he deeped the kiss , it was sloppy at first , but he allowed you to find your own pace , eventually getting the hang of it.

this was the best high of his life , he wish he could stay like this forever , in this moments , you on top of him , your lips against his , smoke still floodings the car , making it hotter than it already was.

the feeling from earlier was back and it was stronger than ever , traveling from your stomach to in between your legs , an almost unbearable , you couldn't help but move.

shotaro smirked , pulling away , you chased his lips desperately. "calm down." he whispered , against your lips. "you're getting so worked up princess , try and relax for me , you can have everything you want in a minute."

he wanted to make sure you really wanted this , that it wasn't just the weed talking. "you don't have to do this." he said. "i still really just want to hang out with you." he rested his forehead against yours. "i-i want to." you said. "i really want to."

his cock was hardening against his slacks , you were on top of him , your eyes blown out as you practically begged him to fuck you , grinding against him. "fu-fuck , if you keep grinding against me , im gonna cum in my pants." he grunted.

"i-i didn't mean to." he threw his head back against the headrest. "i know princess , i know you don't." he played with the ends of your shirt. "let's get you out of this." he lifted your shirt above your head , revealing your pink bra.

"so pretty baby , can i take it off?" you were about to nod , but deciding to skip that part , "y-yes." he smiled. "you finally caught on princess , keep using those words , let me hear that pretty voice." he reached behind you , undoing the hooks , letting your bra fall , your tits bouncing from the impact. "such pretty tits." his hand came up , engulfing your boobs , squeezing them.

"sh-shotaro." you moaned , and he was slowly losing it , you moaned so prettily , even prettier than he imagined. "so soft." he whispered , bringing his lips to your bud , sucking on it. "sh-shit , feels so good." you felt your panties soaking even more , you probably were making such a mess , but you couldn't care right now , you needed him.

oh couldn't hold it anymore , he needed to feel you , he needed to be inside you. "fu-fuck , fuck princess i need you , please i need to fuck you." he moaned , waiting for your word , once you gave it to him he was directing you to the back seat , laying you on your back.

"wanna taste you first." he sighed , kissing your stomach , making his way down to your skirt , lifting it up to your waist. "pretty panties." you whined , squirming your hips.

"relax , i told you , you'll get everything you want." he pulled your panties down your legs , he'll find them later — kissing right above your tailbone.

it was cramped , but that didn't stop him spreading your legs as much as he could , buring himself in between them , licking a strip up your cunt. "ohmygod." you moaned. "f-feels so good." he hummed against your heat , you moans only egging him on.

you tasted like heaven , this was his new drug , you were all he ever needed to feel high again , he pulled away , giving your clit little kitten licks. "you taste so good princess." his lips wet from your slick. "want my fingers?"

he rubbed your swollen bud , you nodded. "p-please." he pushed one finger into your hole. "your little cunt is barely taking my finger princess , i don't think im gonna fit." he added another finger , a slight sting making you hiss.

"it's okay , it's okay." he slowly thrusted his fingers into you , the pain slowly subsiding. "that's it , my fingers like a good girl." your stomach began to tighten. "you're clenching around my fingers." he rubbed your clit in circles. "you gonna cum?" you nodded. "go a head , cum on fingers , so i can make you do it again on my cock." he sped up his fingers , the band tighten more and more — before it snapped. "fuck 'taro , im cumming!" you screamed , cumming all over his fingers. "fuck!"

"good girl , fuck you came so much." he pulled his fingers out , bringing them back to his mouth , getting another taste , his cock twitching in his pants. "shit."

he undid his pants , pulling them down enough for his cock to spring out , resting against his stomach. his cock was big , a long vein adorned the side , his tip red , leaking with pre-cum. "are you sure you want , we don't have to go any further?"

you whined , reaching down grabbing his cock. "pl-please." your voice was desperate , as you stroked his cock. "i want it so much." you begged , shotaro cursed , grabbing your hand , replacing it with his own , lining himself up with your cunt. "i'll go slow."

and slow he did , sinking into your cunt , both of you letting out a moan. "fu-fuck , you're so fucking tight." his voice was shaky. "baby , you gotta stop clenching , im gonna cum." he grunted. "ca-can't help it." you mewled. "y-you're so big." he smirked , rocking his hips.

"yeah , you feeling full of my cock?" you moaned. "s-so full." he held your leg around his waist as he pounded into your needy hole. "you're so vocal now , what happened to my shy baby , where is she?" he grunted. "s-still here?" you moaned.

"yeah? she's still in there , but i like this version though , you moaning for me like a little slut." you tightened around his cock , making him hiss. "sh-shit , you like being called that?" he grunted , hitting that gummy spot. "there it is?" he continuously thrusted against that spot.

"my perfect girl , this is all just for me?" he rubbed your clit. "only i get to see you like this , all slutted out , right?" you felt your orgasm. "ye-yes , fuck 'taro im gonna cum." he kissed your lips. "go ahead , cum for me."

he pressed his forhead against yours , wrapping your leg around his waist , hitting deeper than before , trigger your orgasm. "taro fuck." you tightened around him hard. "oh shit." he didn't even have a chance , before he was spilling his cum into your cunt.

"sh-shit , im so sorry." he pulled out slowly , his cum seeping out of your cunt , his cock twitching at the sight , he didn't mean it this time , he can't be to sure next time. "i-its okay , i'm on birth control."

he let your leg go slowly , carefully just incase you were sore. "let me clean you up." he grabbed a tissue , carefully cleaning you off. "you did so well." he praised , your face turned hot. "st-stop it." you stuttered. "ah , there she is." he smiled. "so cute."

he helped you get dressed , you climbed out of the car , getting back into the passenger's seat , he climbed back into the drivers seat. "i don't want to take you back right now." he said slumped in his seat sad. "w-we c-can come back tomorrow." you said , he sat back up happily. "okay , i'll pick you up after class." he started the car , placing his hand on your thigh , much higher than before.

"maybe tomorrow you can put my cock in that pretty mouth of yours."

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“It felt like it was meant to happen. Of course they do have sexual feelings for one another, but it mostly comes from a deep, deep love. When it happens there’s pain, there’s relief, there’s the feeling that it was inevitable. There are so many emotions involved in that sexual act that it couldn’t have been just jumping each other’s bones. [Laughs.]." — FRANÇOIS ARNAUD

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Delicate Flower

Warning ‼️-Sexual encounters, Penetrative sex, fem receiving oral, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Squirting, creampie

“Wait sooo, why are you telling me this?” Hyunjin asked while staring wide eyed at Seungmin. The conversation at there usual boys night for the members ventured off to a completely different topic after one too many shots were taken. “Well, I wasn’t necessarily telling you I was just speaking out loud with you in the room to be honest, you having large ears is your own responsibility.” The slick remark catching Hyun so off guard he just stares in silence. “When did she tell you anyways, you two aren’t that close?” Min smiled at the question seeking to tease his member about the situation, “we are actually very close, she was just simply telling me about her life and what not. Then, she just spilled that she is a virgin, I was shocked but I let it go unlike you seem to be able to right now”.

Few weeks later….

I couldn’t get it out of my head, Lily was a virgin. I don’t know why it shocked me considering how she is with anything sexual. Looking back I started to realize the differences in her attitude whenever sexual encounters were brought up, she wouldn’t completely shut down of course. Though, it seems she was always brush it off and manage to flip the conversation around to another person. Never thinking too much of it in the moment. Not even noticing it. I felt bad about the whole thing, now that I knew it’s as if my mind wouldn’t let it go. Whenever, I would see Lily I felt wrong. She was so innocent and probably didn’t even know who to do certain things and all my brain could think about was being the one and only person to teach her.

It started off as little things nothing major. Seeing her around the company and using any excuse to leave. But rehearsing could only get me so far especially since she was friends with all the members. Then, it got worse I started having dreams about her.

Moving around in bed I notice my room lap is on, “could’ve sworn I turned that off”. I reach over my bedside to turn it off yet again in my mind until I take notice of Lily. In my room. That’s never happened before. “Hyun, sorry I was waiting for you to wake up, we were supposed to meet the members. I was closer to the dorm so I suggested to come get you but you were sleeping. Didn’t wanna wake you.” Looking at her she was dressed in a babydoll nightie. She loved those, though I can truthfully say not nearly as much as me. She always looked so delicate in them, as if she was waiting for someone to taint that perfect little imagine of her. “You know, you talk in your sleep, not fully but I could make out what you were saying.” Hearing that I froze.

There was no way this was happening right now, she isn’t here. “You want to have sex with me Hyun, that’s really dirty of you. I’m like your best friend. Chan thinks of me as a little sister, I thought you did as well. But you’re just a disgusting pervert. Right, Hyun?” The fucked up part about this was seeing her like that in that outfit was making this worse. I wanted to completely defile her. Only to put the pieces back together afterwards. Reaching out to grab her waist, she was always so soft. “I’m not a pervert, Lily bear. You’re just- something special to me.” She looks up at me with those big eyes and I can only imagine how they will look while she is choking on my cock.

“You want to choking on your cock, wow Hyun. You’re just disgusting. Can’t believe you would say that out loud pretty boy. But I don’t believe you have the right equipment for all that anyways. We should go the boys are already at the restaurant.” She goes to turn around but no before I pull her back to settle in my lap. “The right equipment baby, you’re fucking joking right? You don’t think I’m big enough for you?” I could tell by the slight smirk and the essence that seeping through her short ass bottoms she was getting off to this. “Wow, here I was thinking you were a good little obedient girl and you turned out to be just a whore. Getting off on my thigh, just need a big cock to fill that little virgin pussy to the brim don’t you, sweets?”….

Moving back and forth across my lap, humping me like a dog in heat she continues her little ministration. “Making promises you can’t keep, I wouldn’t be able to tell it was in realistically. But go on prove you’re a big boy.” Hearing that was just enough to set me off boys be dammed. I was gonna teach her to behave. Aggressive kisses running down her neck leaning into her chest. I moved to pull her top off leaving nothing but her bare, just sitting there all perfect for me. “You talk so much shit for your body to be aching for me right now, waiting to be filled.” Before, she could get a word at I manhandled her over. Throwing her into the middle of my bed so she could be on all fours.

Yanking her bottoms down while leaving raspberry like kisses down her spine. “Coming to my room with just this shit on, you were asking to be fucked. Every time, I see you walking around the dorm for other men to see you huh? You want them too?” Leaning over her while gripping the globes of her ass in the palm of my hands. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” My brain was in overdrive right now I finally had her right where I wanted her, nothing else mattered to me as she was later out arching while my thumb rubbed figure 8’s against her clit. Leaking all over my bed puffy and swollen. I was practically in heaven, until she had to screw me over.

“You weren’t exactly my target audience, I was hoping maybe Lixie would notice but I could settle for you.” Hearing that completely fucked me up. “Bullshit.” Not even letting her start up again before I jammed my finger inside her. “A-ahhh shit….w-wait Hyun.” Hearing the sloppy sounds of my fingers sloshing around inside of her fat cunt, it almost was enough to deter me from her bratty ass statement. I had to remain focused though, I couldn’t get pussy drunk just yet. “No, there’s not fucking wait gonna take my fingers in your little cunt and like it right. I was gonna be so gentle with you bear and you screwed me over like this. So, I know now you don’t need gentle love you need it rough.”

Jamming two more fingers straight in, I had to prepare her, as bratty as she was being I know she couldn’t take me without any prep. “Ooooohh…..shit f-fuck slow down”. She tried to push her hand out to stop me but I just moved them out the way. “You can take it, all that fucking attitude I know you can.” Having enough of waiting I shoved my face in between her thighs. “Ooo….god…Hyun…yesss.” Keeping up the rhythm my fingers started while shoving my tongue deep into her cunt as I sucked her clit in my mouth. She tasted amazing, “fuck you taste like strawberries baby, gonna have you sit on my face for hours next time ok.” Hearing no response I slapped her ass twice. Making her jolt and her head turned to look back at me while crying. Crying out not she was gonna cum for me for right in my mouth or I think I might lose it. Feeling her clench as I slapped her ass again. It felt almost like she was closing in on my tongue, I knew she was close. “Come on baby, in my mouth. Give it to me.”

Gripping her closer to me as she yelled out, “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk.” She squirted, first time ever and I made her squirt. Yea, it’s safe to say I was never getting over this moment. Picking up her braids gathering enough hair to pull her backwards. That arch was gonna make me slow my mind. She looked a mess her makeup was ruined mascara running down her face, sweating everywhere and not to mention the tears. And call me a sick asshole, but I loved every second of it. She was perfect. And mine. “Are you crying baby, really I haven’t even made you cum on my dick yet, too much?” She was so out of it I had to tap her face a couple of times. Must of took a lot out her, first orgasm. “You can take it, right ?” She started at me for a minute, then smiled, “I think your fingers wouldn’t disappoint me as much as your dick is going too.” Hearing that made me laugh, “I hope you never lose your spark bear, because from now on I’m gonna love fucking the fight right outta ya.”

“Prove it. Stop talking Hyun.” Letting go of her face she lands back on the pillows, I move slightly so I can drop my pants and underwear. Leaving my throbbing cock to sit in my hands as I stroke it firmly, Lily tries to turn and take a look. I hurry and place my palms on her back deepening the arch. “You don’t have to see, you’re gonna feel every inch inside you and know.” Pushing her head into the pillows just how I like it. I sit there and admire her, my little brat. I slowly start to push in not wanting to overwhelm her. But it was probably the most difficult task in my life considering how tight she was, it was as if my fingers weren’t even in her before. It takes all my willpower not to just hammer into her. Inch by inch it feels like the process takes forever. “Oo my god you’re too fucking big Hyun, wait.” I start leaving more kisses on her back and playing with her clit, trying to distract her from the pressure. “Can you take more for me baby? I know you can I mean you said I was little, remember?” As much as I want to make the pain go away I can’t resist teasing her.

“F-fuck there is more omg wait are you….s-shit. T-too big Hyun.” I just grab ahold of her hips and start to shove the remaining length inside of her. She screams and I give her a minute to recover, she feels like fucking heaven on the inside so warm and wet. Gripping me so tightly. It’s like I’m in a haze for a moment until I hear her hitting me in the thigh to start moving. Without any further explanation, I start slamming my hips into hers leaving her thrashing around the bed clawing at the sheets. She tries to move her hand to my waist to slow me down again. “No we aren’t doing that shit again, I’m too small for you remember that. So, take it.” She continues to scream and moan and I lose myself in the pleasure of it all. “Come on louder, b-baby…fuck.” I manage to find that beautiful spot that has her quivering and running away from me, feeling it trapped around my cock is gonna make me pass out. “So… f-fucking wet, angel. Lixie can’t get you like this.” I reach down to thumb her clit again. Best night of my life. Before I know she clenching and squirting again. “Yes, sweets give me more f-fuck just like t-that.” And my hips continued to hammer into her overstimulating muscles and all it meant nothing to me, I needed her to realize she was mine. “Yes, sweets throw that sit on me come on give it t-to me baby.” As she started to fuck her plush ass back against me only one thing was running through my mind. Hearing her moan my name until she couldn’t speak anymore, spanking her til her ass was raw just like her pussy was my mission. From that night forward. No more was the delicate little flower.

Hope y’all enjoy 😉 and plzzzz ignore the spelling if it’s wrong I never check it I need to do better.

Should I make a comeback to this account or nah? I’ll literally thinking of wrong a story and plan it out in my head and then never write it. You guys have no idea how many ideas I’ve came up with and never write them, lately my head is filled to the brim with ideas though. Seems lately I’ve been looking for fics and no one is write the very specific one I have in my mind so I might have to start doing it myself.

If you have any other suggestions drop them in the comments. I’m really into stray kids and enhypen right now. So, I’ll mainly try to focus on that but if you have others besides them maybe I can depending on the person.

Thank you non-con or dub-con is all sick and disgusting.

non con is a fancy word to say r*pe. hope this helps.

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Guys I know I’m never writing. I don’t have an excuse I just think my writing sucks and it’s hard for me to write. My life lately sucks, I don’t have any friends and I do college online so I don’t interact with anyone not that someone would wanna talk to me anyways. I was basically invisible in high school for 4 years straight so my social skills are terrible. I saw that stray kids have a concert in Orlando, I live in Florida but I stay in Miami so I don’t really have a way to get there except through my mom and she is always working so idk if I should even ask her. I’ve never been to a concert before, tbh I’ve never done anything before. My life sucks so if you’re wondering can it get any worse than right now it can. It seems it always gets worse for me though . I don’t know how much longer I can do this

When I change my annual lock screen to make the elderly people around me believe that I’ve bagged a baddie. Yes, Debbie that is in fact my man

So guys for project 2025, what are we gonna do when it bans tumblr and Wattpad. Like what’s the plan? Also, ao3 is getting banned so come on guys help a girl think ?

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