#vasco

gift for @canisalbus

i drew vaschete!!!

renaissance dogys

Summary: that trend on TikTok where you tell your boyfriend you can’t afford to pay the bills

Gun would look at you so confused “but you don’t pay any bills🤨?” “Yes I do😩(lie)” “You have bills I don’t know about?!😦”

Forces you to pull out your bank statements to make sure you’re not wasting your own money for silly things like bills.

Goo bursts out laughing since he knows he already has your name on all his credit cards but decides to go along with your little prank anyways and puts you to work by assisting him with his errands.

He’s already seen the trend on TikTok, you can’t fool him 💀

Vasco’s like “Understandable, I’ll be back”, which wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for but pranks don’t work on him anyways.

He doesn’t even know what bills you are talking about but he’s off to working jobs and making money again.

You haven’t seen him in a week and find out from Jace he’s doing it for you and you go drag him back 😭

“I can’t afford Big Deal’s food bill this month”

Jake chokes on his food and starts sweating, he didn’t know you were the one paying for it (you weren’t).

He frantically apologises to you a million times and promises to pay you back as soon as possible. Then he proceeds to interrogate everyone at Big Deal on how they could let this happen.

Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character

<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>

Pairing/Relationship: isekaid!older sister!Reader x Gun Park, nurse!Reader x platonic! J High students

Time is fuzzy and memories are unreliable, and above all else, you needed money, so even after you realized that the high school that hired you was J High, the place where Lookism started, you couldn’t leave.

The first year was uneventful. By this world’s standards, anyway.

Even though the troublemaking and trouble-attracting protagonists were yet to attend the school, this was still Lookism. Bullying was prevalent as ever. 

You tried your best to help, though maybe “help” sounded too generous. You didn’t do anything special, if anything it was a matter of not doing anything: you never sent back students who wobbled into the clinic, lying about feeling sick. You just sat around while some of them vented their life problems to you. You didn’t do anything exceptional, and yet, somehow, the school has come up with a name for you—

“It’s the Angel of J High!”

“Uwah, she’s so young, I was expecting some middle-aged hag to be our school nurse.”

“You know, my sister told me that after she complained about her cheating boyfriend to the Angel, he went down on his knees the next day and promised never to do it again. They’re both working at the same company and still going strong!”

“Oh, I’m so jealous, maybe I should ask Miss Angel for guidance…”

Angel, my ass! Okay, maybe you didn’t do “nothing” exactly, but lending an ear and giving a handful of teenagers vague life advice was far from the divine intervention that they made it up to be. 

You bit your lip, ignoring the whispers but nodding to any student that greeted you. 

“Good morning, nurse!”

“Hi, noona!”

“Morning, Miss Angel!”

Shut it, you brats! Stop spreading that ridiculous angel rumor and let me slack off in peace! 

You longed for the days when only one or two kids would hide in the clinic. But as the years went by, you were less the school nurse and more like Freud with a full schedule—or one of those scam shamans on TV.

You picked up your pace, ears burning from the cheesiness of it all, eager to get some shut-eye before the brats filed in—

“Ow!”

Your face hit a wall, no, a person. 

A student. A male student who was lean and, as you continued craning your neck, tall as hell. He had thick, shiny black hair styled in a very familiar way.

“I…I’m so sorry! Are you all right?”

“Hey, kid.”

“Y-yes?!”

“What’s your name?”

“Oh, um… It’s Park. Daniel Park.”

Thud.

Your purse hit the pavement. 

You knew this day would come, but you weren’t ready to quit this job. Even with your savings, inflation’s a bitch and you just had your AC fixed. Not to mention, you were worried about leaving behind certain students…

“I like your bag charm.” Daniel patted the dust off your purse and handed it to you. “I-it’s really cute, what breed is it?”

You offered him a customer service smile. “It’s a Doberman.”

Farewell, my peaceful days. 

𐔌 summary: your boyfriend just can’t take the pressure of holding it in anymore, he has to fill you.

𐔌 warnings: fem!reader, pwp, smut, pussy eating, rough sex, creampie, all characters featured are 18+

𐔌 a/n: sorry i was so late w this one assignments done got to me 💔💔

he has been acting weird for days.

every time you walk into the burn knuckles gym, vasco gets all fidgety. his big hands keep flexing at his sides like he wants to reach for you but stops himself. he stares a little too long when you stretch, his cheeks turning pink. you catch him adjusting his sweats when he thinks you’re not looking, biting his lip like he’s in actual pain.

he’s needy. so obviously needy. but your sweet, strong boyfriend is too shy to say it out loud. and you… you kind of love it. well it’s vasco afterall he’s as sweet as he can get.

this man has sure has a pure heart including zero experience, yeah….this was expected by the way, and well you with your smile and the way you still blush when he kisses you too deep. that’s why you get along so well. match made in heaven lol, but lately you’ve discovered something fun: teasing him makes him even cuter. so you keep pretending you don’t notice the way his cock twitches every time your bodies brush, or how his voice gets all rough when he says your name.

tonight the gym is empty. everyone else went home hours ago. you’re wiping down the benches in your little shorts and tank top while vasco “helps” by standing way too close behind you. his body heat wraps around you like a blanket. you can feel how hard he is, pressed against your lower back, but he still hasn’t said a word.

you turn around slowly, tilting your head with an innocent little smile. “euntae? you okay baby?”

his ears go bright red. he swallows hard, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. “i… yeah. just… thinking.”

“about what?” you ask sweetly, stepping closer until your chest almost touches his. you can see his pulse jumping in his neck. vasco lets out a shaky breath. his dark eyes drop to your lips, then lower, before snapping back up like he feels guilty for looking. “about you,” he mumbles. “a lot. like… really a lot.”

you bite your lip to hide your grin. “hmm. and what exactly are you thinking about me?”

he looks like he’s suffering. his hands hover near your waist, not quite touching. “i want… i want to be close to you. closer than this.” his voice cracks a little. “but i don’t know how to ask without sounding… well uhh bad?”

your heart flutters. he’s so cute when he’s like this- too respectful to just grab you even though he’s clearly aching for it.

you reach up and gently cup his burning cheek. “you’re not bad, euntae. you’re my good boy.” your thumb strokes his skin. “you can tell me. i like hearing what you want.”

vasco’s breath hitches. he leans into your touch like he’s starving for it. “i… i keep getting hard thinking about you,” he confesses in a rush, voice low and embarrassed. “every day. i try to train it away but it doesn’t work. i just want to… to touch you. kiss you everywhere. be inside you.” his hips twitch forward on the last words, pressing his thick bulge against your stomach. “please. i’ve been dropping hints but you keep smiling like you know and it’s making me crazy.”

you feel your own cheeks heat up, but the teasing spark in you wins. you slide one hand down his chest, over his abs, until your palm rests right on the heavy outline of his cock through his sweats. he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“you’re so big,” you whisper, giving him a gentle squeeze. “poor baby… suffering all this time because you wouldn’t just ask.”

“i didn’t want to pressure you,” he mumbles into your neck, voice muffled and desperate. “you’re so sweet… i thought maybe you didn’t want—

you cut him off by stroking him slowly through the fabric. “i do want you i’ve been waiting for you to say it.” you tilt your head and press a soft kiss to his jaw. “but i liked watching you get all needy and frustrated. it’s cute. really really cute. hehe”

vasco makes a broken sound and finally lets himself touch you, fingers digging in just enough to show how much he’s holding back. “can i… can we… right now? please? i’ll be gentle. i promise i’ll make you feel good.”

you nod, heart racing. “yes. i want my boyfriend to fuck me.”

that seems to flip a switch in him. that sure does it lol.

he lifts you onto the bench like you weigh nothing, laying you back carefully even though his hands are shaking with need. he peels your shorts and panties down with so much care, eyes widening when he sees how wet you already are.

“you’re- he breathes, sounding amazed. his fingers brush your folds and you both moan. “all this for me?”

you let out a shy giggle. vasco drops to his knees between your legs like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he looks up at you with pure hunger. “can i taste you first? i’ve been dreaming about it.” you nod quickly, too turned on to tease anymore.

he leans in and licks a slow stripe up your pussy, groaning at your taste like it’s the best thing he’s ever had. his tongue is clumsy at first- eager and inexperienced but so enthusiastic that it doesn’t matter. he licks and kiss your pussy like he’s trying to memorize you, hands holding your thighs open while he learns what makes your hips buck.

when he finds your clit and sucks gently, your back arches off the bench. “euntae— oh god—

he pulls back just enough to look at you, lips glossy. “like that? tell me how to make you feel good. i want to learn everything.”

you guide him with muffled moans until he has you trembling, fingers tangled in his hair as you come on his tongue, whimpering his name. vasco stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking dazed and proud. his cock is straining against his sweats, a wet spot already forming at the tip. he pushes them down and frees himself

you reach for him, stroking once. he shudders. “please… i need to be inside you now.”

you spread your legs wider, pulling him on top of you. “then fuck me, baby. i want all of you.”

he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, both of you gasping at the stretch. he’s so big it burns a little, but the way he fills you so perfectly makes your eyes roll back. vasco buries his face in your neck, groaning deeply as he bottoms out.

“so warm… you feel like heaven,” he pants. “i love you. i love you so much.”

then he starts moving with deep, steady thrusts that make the bench creak. he’s trying so hard to be gentle, but his need is winning. every stroke drags against that perfect spot inside you, his pubic bone grinding against your clit on every thrust.

“my sweet girl. been waiting so long for this.” he whispers against your skin.

you wrap your legs around his waist, nails scratching lightly down his broad back. “harder, euntae please. i can take it.”

he moans and gives you what you want faster, deeper, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the empty gym. his thrusts turn a little messy, hips snapping with all the pent up desperation of the last few days.

"you're... you're so full," he rasped, his voice cracking with a raw, needy edge you’d never heard before. he didn't pull back. instead, he pushed deeper, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he felt you twitch and squeeze around him.

"i didn't know... i didn't know it could feel like this. like i'm drowning in you." a broken whine escaped your throat as he shifted his hips, a small, deliberate movement that sent a fresh spark of overstimulation through your nerves. "euntae— wait, it's— hngh—

"too much?" he whispered, pulling back just enough to look at you. his dark eyes were blown wide, hazy with a mix of devotion and primal hunger. he looked dazed, his lip caught between his teeth as he watched the way your chest heaved. "i’m sorry. i just... i can’t stop. you’re so soft, i could worship you forever."

he tutted softly when you tried to shift beneath him, his weight pinning you effectively. it wasn't mean it was possessive, the desperate claim of a man who had spent weeks starving and had finally been given a feast. he captured your jaw with one hand, his thumb tracing the line of your bottom lip before pulling it down to make room for his tongue.

the kiss was sloppy, desperate, and tasted of salt and shared heat. every time you tried to catch your breath, he drank the sound away, his hips snapping back into yours with a punishing, rhythmic pace. he was chasing a high he’d only ever dreamed of, his muscles corded and straining as he drove himself into your warmth.

"look at me," he commanded softly, his voice dropping into that low, vibrating register. "look at what you’re doing to me."

as you opened your eyes, blurred with tears of friction and pleasure, you saw the absolute obsession written across his face. he was your "good boy," but right now, he was something far more relentless. he watched your expression crumble as he hit that specific spot inside you again and again, his breath hitching in time with yours.

"i'm gonna... i'm gonna fill you up so much," he groaned, his pace turning frantic, desperate to reach the end. "every day... i want you to feel me like this every day."

when he finally hit his limit, he let out a deep, guttural sound, his body locking up as he emptied himself inside you. he stayed there, pulsing and heavy, peppering soft, apologetic kisses all over your flushed face while your stomach felt tight and overfilled with him.

"perfect," he mumbled against your skin, his heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. "you’re just... perfect."

after a while vasco lifts his head. “was that… okay? i didn’t hurt you right? did i?”