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simpjaes · 11 months ago

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NIGHT-SHIFT (p.sh)

Sunghoon, a keen and professional man between the hours of 8 AM to 5 PM. ServiceKing, a faceless and proud man between the hours of 9 PM to 12 AM. Sunghoon’s secret night-life has nothing to do with the faces he sees day after day...until it does. or the one where you pay for a one on one call with a faceless cam guy you’ve been watching for a little while, and the next day your boss is avoiding you like the plague.

minors dni

PAIRING ― boss / cam boy!sunghoon x afab reader

WORDCOUNT― 4.5k

WARNINGS― dub-con since reader doesn’t know it’s him.

CONTENT― office setting, sunghoon is a service top/soft-dom/whatever his clients need lol

NOTE ― this was supposed to be a drabble, but i just....it needed a little more plot sorry. it's not very good, like fr this is not up to par with what I wanted... but i wrote it so im gonna post it.

nsfw tags under cut

nsfw tags― dubious consent, cam sex/virtual sex, dirty talk, masturbation instructions, umm…finger fucking, jerking off, fantasies, role-play type stuff

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What are the chances? Honestly, what are the fucking chances?

Sunghoon sits up quickly from his relaxed position upon hearing a voice far too familiar on the other end of this call. He’s lucky he doesn’t have his camera on just yet, you’d have seen the embarrassing reaction to…well…hearing you of all people.

He knows the world can be small sometimes, but this is too small for comfort as he hears your muttered voice through the microphone again.

“So, what am I supposed to do?” You say.

“Ah, uh–” Sunghoon pauses. There’s no way it’s actually you. Can you not recognize his voice too? “What type of call did you request again?”

“Full service.” You remind him.

Oh. You’re into this kind of thing? That pretty, well-mannered employee of his? The one who sips coffee quietly at her desk while actually responding to her emails? The one who never shows up to co-ed parties? The one who always dresses appropriately and addresses him in a timid way?

You…just paid a cam-boy to get you off in full? Not just any cam-boy either, you paid him?

God, his cheeks are so heated at the arousing thought. Never once has he ever imagined you in any scenario that doesn’t involve excel spreadsheets and finances. Arguably, you’ve probably never thought of him all spread out fucking his fist either but…you’ve blatantly seen him do it already.

He wonders how long you’ve been seeing this part of him, how long you’ve been getting yourself off all alone while he puts on a show for hundreds, and sometimes, thousands of people.

As detrimental as this is, it’s his job to do this. You paid him to do it, just like how he pays you to do your job. He can’t be letting this hold him back. No, in fact, he needs to get this hour long session over with as quickly as fucking possible.

“Right,” Sunghoon lends a chuckle, nervous sounding on his end but to you it just sounds cheeky. “Can I get your name, babe?”

You’re quiet at first, never having done this before and absolutely not wanting this random horny guy to know who you are. Honestly, you already requested that only he turns his camera on during this call as well. As if you’d give out your real name. You give him a name that rhymes with your own instead, and there’s another chuckle after.

He knows you’re lying. Out of all the employees that are under him, you’re the one he has to correspond with the most. After all, you’ve been up for the promotion to being his assistant for the past three months. He knows that isn’t your name.

Smart girl, just like he knew you were.

“Is that so?” He tilts his head at his blank screen in amusement, watching the microphones light up with each breath. “Alright, and you’ll do everything I say, yes?”

You nod to no one, realizing he can’t see you and instead giving him a hum and gentle words of “of course.”

His image flashes across your screen just moments later. The same as his usual streams. Face out of frame, hand strong and willing, his cock out and on display– only half hard.

“Listen to me very carefully,” Sunghoon calls out now, as if to show you that it’s time to begin, your almost-name falling from his lips shortly after. “Don’t hold your breath, you paid good money for this, and I want to hear you.”

Oh man, this is embarrassing for you to be doing this. But truly, anything at this point is better than another night all alone.

And he does hear you. Relishing in that voice he hears day to day reciting memos and budgets, only this time, you’re calling out pleasurable reactions to how he tells you to fuck yourself.

He’s good at it too. You can’t help but listen to every word, touching and massaging when he instructs you to, stopping just short of orgasm for him to ask, “That feels good, doesn’t it? Wish you had me doing it for you, isn’t that right?”

Always using the fake name. Giving you full-service by the end of the call.

Safe to say, you’re feeling refreshed by the next morning as you ready yourself for work, wanting very much to book the infamous ServiceKing again.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Fuck, he can’t even look at you. Not after the way he got off last night.

Not after hearing you moan out the way you did while he simultaneously imagined you all spread out on his desk for him. Not after hearing the fucking wet between your legs as you frantically tried to cum when he told you to.

Not after you did cum for him.

“Mr. Park–” You chime through his door, not quite noticing the way he stiffens in his seat.

God, if you had called him that last night…

“Hm?” He composes himself by acting bored and uninterested in whatever papers you have held tightly against your chest. “What is it?”

“I got the statements back from our parent company, I think–”

“Great. Just set them down on my desk.” He cuts you off, patting his desk before hoping you get the fuck out of his office before he ends up breaking office rule number one.

What is office rule number one, you might ask? Never fuck a co-worker. What’s worse is that you’re not his fucking co worker. You’re his employee.

You raise a brow at his demeanor this morning. The usual not-so-up-tight Sunghoon appearing far too distracted today compared to usual. Most mornings, he’ll at least give you a smile and a “thank you.”

“Mr. Park, is there anything I can get for you?” You ask with concern in your voice.

Sunghoon pauses every thought in his head as he looks at you. Narrowing his eyes and wondering if maybe he’s just overreacting. Maybe he's mistaken and that girl from last night isn’t you at all. After all, there’s plenty of people with the same pitch in their voice. She didn’t even turn on her camera, and she gave him a different name anyway.

Maybe he just wishes it was you.

“No, I’m fine–” He says, mistakenly calling out the fake name rather than your actual name.

You miss the way his eyes widen for a split second before correcting himself to your real name.

“Ah, my apologies. Got a little tongue tied.”

You stand there in shock. No way in hell he just called you by the name you spoofed to a cam-boy last night. Coincidences can be so weird, and being called that hits you a little too close to home.

It feels awkward in the room now and both of you play it off as a genuine mistake. Though, to you, it has to be a genuine tongue-tied version of your name. Sunghoon couldn’t possibly know about that. Besides, he appears to be more tired than usual anyway, so…you choose to believe it’s a crazy coincidence.

You give him a nervous chuckle as you wave yourself off and out of the room with a small “It’s okay, you know where I am if you need anything.”

What he needs is to watch his fucking mouth. What he needs is to stop thinking about how you just reacted to being called that. What he needs is to pretend that none of this is happening and do his goddamn work.

And he tries. He really does. Unfortunately, his eyes go from blurs of numbers and words on spreadsheets to the window of his office. Just outside of it. You.

How is he supposed to focus after kind of, accidentally, practically fucking you? Sure, he never touched you but…it really was you. The way you reacted to that name was so telling, and he can’t help but actually check you out now.

You, with that body. You got off to him, with those legs of your spread out while staring into a screen. All alone, listening to his voice, moaning for him…and now you’re just sitting there in your business casual outfit like he’s not unintentionally getting hard.

So, he avoids you. At all fucking costs, he avoids you.

You get up from your desk? So does he, making sure that if you start coming his way, he’s walking out and in the opposite direction. You send him an email? Out of office, despite clearly sitting at his desk. You call his phone to ask a question? He forwards you to his current assistant.

And this happens for days. To the point you know that promotion is slipping from your fingers.

Naturally, you’re frustrated with the office-dynamic. After all, you’ve heard rumors of picking favorites. You thought you were one of them, but it appears that Sunghoon may just decide to try and beg his current assistant to stay with bribes of double pay.

You’re more frustrated as the days go by. Leaving work yet again with no good-byes from the boss who used to show appreciation for how hard you worked. He’s colder than usual, he’s stiffer than usual, he’s– a fucking asshole these days.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Ping!

Sunghoon stares at his secret email in disbelief.

NEW REQUEST FROM: [your email/username]

$500 PENDING.

FULL SERVICE.

Requester note: work has been hard lately, will you help me de-stress for a little while?

[ACCEPT REQUEST] [DECLINE REQUEST]

Sunghoon hovers over the decline button for a solid thirty seconds as he burns a hole through his screen. Work has been hard for you lately, huh? Has it now? Try being him.

He shifts his mouse to the accept button, wondering if he even needs that extra five hundred dollars. Those funds just to suffer more at work? Just to suddenly have the need randomly throughout his day to make you moan for him? Just to have the sounds of your pretty voice echoing in his head more and more the longer he ignores you?

His finger clicks, hitting the accept button as he lets out an exasperated sigh.

Why did he just do that?

Wait.

Maybe this will help him get through the work weeks. Fucking you through words alone in secret, never telling you who he is, always letting you use him even if it’s just through audio and visual stimulation.

After all, if you found out who ServiceKing is, you very well may quit. Hell, you might get him fired. Fuck.

This is dangerous.

Yet, he feels the excitement in his gut before it even hits his cock as the clock ticks. He gets to hear you again soon, you get to watch him cum again soon, he–oh, he’s so turned on right now just thinking about it.

And the time comes too slowly for his liking. He feels as if he’s been edged by the time the two of you enter the call and he’s immediately turning his camera on.

“Ah, look who it is,” Sunghoon starts, already positioning himself with a raging hard cock on the screen. “Had me wondering if you’d come back to me.”

You don’t know why your cheeks heat up, but the feeling in your gut is miles better than the frustration and anxiety that you felt throughout the day.

“I was wondering the same thing,” You speak into the mic meekly, hiding your face despite knowing he can’t see it. “I just need to get my mind off of stuff for a little while.”

“Oh yeah?” Sunghoon chuckles into the mic, his face perfectly hidden. “Wanna give me some context? Maybe I can use some of the information for–”

“God.” You immediately start, shutting the man up on the other side of the screen in an accidental frustration-dump. This is not what you paid him for, but you still appreciate the space to release your brain before, well, your cum. “My fucking boss.”

Sunghoon’s ears perk up, lazily stroking himself as you continue with a frantic voice.

“I swear he just flipped on me. I thought I was doing so good, I thought I was gonna get that new position, but now he’s just ignoring me and treating me like some temp or something.”

Sunghoon hums lowly, listening intently to the way you bring him into conversation to a man that…unfortunately, is that very same boss.

“Hmm, that’s interesting.�� Sunghoon continues palming himself as he soothes you through your frustrations. “Your boss isn’t praising you.”

You pause, feeling a ping in your gut.

“If I were him, I’d praise you every day–” Sunghoon softens his voice. “Every night.”

“Oh…” You listen to his words, feeling your frustration melt out of you in an instant as you now focus on the way his cock twitches through the screen.

“Wouldn’t let you go a second without thinking of how good I am to you.” He continues, both hyping himself and degrading his day-time self. “If I were your boss–”

You interrupt his words with a very quiet groan, he fucking heard it.

“Mm, you like that?” He smiles to himself, gripping the base of his cock and thrusting up to show the full size to you. “The thought of your boss liking you a little too much?”

You hum. Not that you’ve ever thought about it too deeply, but now that he’s said it, praising you, putting down your actual boss, telling you what he’d do if he were him?

You guess, for tonight anyway, you’re into it.

“What’s his name, babe?” Sunghoon asks, wondering if you’ll actually out his name to a stranger.

“Park Sunghoon.” You expose him instantly, full name and all, even with a bit of bite in your voice.

Damn.

“Oh, yeah?” Sunghoon draws back, jerking his hand up once. “I’d fuck you better than Park Sunghoon.”

You smile at the thought, imagining yourself with more power than Sunghoon has. Like you’re his boss, you’re the one dangling a promotion just out of reach before giving it to someone else.

“See this?” The man on the screen grunts out to you, fucking tight thrusts into his fist. “Watch me, baby, get a good look.”

And you do watch. Intensely, you stare at his big cock, the head of it darkened and leaking with each pass of his hand. You’re not even touching yourself at this point, but it’s like you can feel the force of it.

“Now, I need you to open those legs for me.” He instructs you.

You do as he says much like before, letting your legs fall open but not yet letting yourself touch. You still sigh at the movement, your panties alone shifting were enough to make you want to hump your hips up.

“Now, turn on your camera.”

Silence. Your ears ring momentarily at the words as you immediately close your legs.

“What?” You ask in a higher-pitched tone than usual. “I requested for no c-”

“No.” Sunghoon mutters, shifting his position to lean towards the microphone and whispering now. “You do as I say.”

He hears you huff at his words, but he hears the shifting around on your end.

“I want to see that pussy open for me.” He continues in that same low-rumbled voice. “I want to see what Park Sunghoon is missing out on.”

You don’t know what it is about this situation that turns your discomfort into pure, rushing arousal. Never in your life have you ever considered fucking yourself on camera, especially after paying someone else to do it for you, yet–

“Do I have to show you my face?” You ask quietly, already trying to find a lower-face-mask just to be safe in case you lose your composure and accidentally reveal yourself.

“No,” Sunghoon assures you through a deep breath. “I already told you what I want to see.”

More silence save for the shuffling he still hears on your end.

“Open your legs and turn it on.” He encourages you now, keeping his hand still on himself as he waits to see if you’ll actually do it.

And…

Oh fuck.

“There she is.” Sunghoon hums, trying to keep his composure at the way you give him access. Honestly, he didn’t think you would, but you do, and all he can do is lay himself back again, staring straight at the image of you.

Your face is out of frame much like he is but this is the first time he’s ever seen you with so little clothing on. No bra, thin tank top, no shorts or pants, just panties. It takes everything in him not to moan out at the image.

After all, it’s confirmed to be you.

Fuck, that’s you right there.

“Already so wet too?” Sunghoon groans now, focusing on that spot between your legs, probably so slippery and warm.

You’re very shy though, not moving much better yet speaking as this faceless man takes in your image. You feel awkward, but still turned on despite squeezing your legs together and hiding that spot from him.

“Oh, baby–” Sunghoon coos out in a way that makes it seem as though he was endeared by that. “That’s not going to work.”

You’re more focused on your embarrassment than you are on the way his cock leaks and pours pre-cum at the image he’s witnessing.

“How am I supposed to show you how much better I’d take care of you?” He continues, reverting back to the same role play from before. “I bet that boss of yours wouldn’t want to bury his tongue in you like I would.”

Your legs fall open at the words, and he can see the way you thrust up just slightly.

“That’s it, you need someone to touch you, don’t you?” He continues, watching you intensely. “Need someone to lick that pretty pussy?”

You nod, once again forgetting that he can’t see you do it before you finally speak.

“Please.”

His moan after hearing you seems far more intense than the first time you did this with him. In fact, he appears entirely focused on you. Role playing in some way but somehow acting more real than last time too.

“You deserve some love for all that hard work.” He says to you, encouraging you to keep talking for him. “Play with yourself, go on. You need it.”

You follow his instructions on instinct, as if your body truly does need the release.

“Feel it– not too hard, just graze over your panties.”

Ah, still you listen, holding your breath at each feather-light touch you give to yourself per his request.

And he watches. Hyper-focused on the way that darkened spot on your panties grows bigger and bigger. So wet for him doing exactly what he wishes he could do for you come tomorrow morning.

“Your other hand babe, slowly, lift your shirt and–”

He doesn’t even have to keep instructing you. You do exactly as he wanted, lifting your shirt gently before playing with your own nipples, still lightly grazing your fingers over your swollen clit that’s restricted by your panties.

You moan quietly at the feeling, wishing so much that it doesn’t have to be your hands doing this.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Sunghoon hums, now working his palm against his own length, gentle, barely grazing it. “Now, look at me.”

You draw your eyes forward, the image of him already arousing from before, but now? Why is he so much hotter now? As if the screen is nothing but a window into his bedroom.

“You see how hard I am right now?” You can hear the smile in his voice as you continue to work yourself up to near-sensitivity. “Never been this hard for anyone else.”

Oh, that’s bullshit. He does this as a job. He’s just sweet talking to you for sure.

“Been thinking about you since the first time you booked me.” He continues, keeping the touches light and making sure you don’t press on yourself too hard either. “Was hard all week for you.”

Okay, yeah, maybe you are a little too into praise. Lie or not, it’s exactly what you need to hear right now.

“You're gonna be just as good for me tonight too?” Sunghoon hums, tightening his grip. “You’re going to push your panties to the side and show me that you missed me too, right?”

Yes. The light touching has been nothing but torture at this point, wanting so badly to be told to do more. For yourself, for him.

You barely recognize how your embarrassment leaves your body when you stretch your panties to the side, letting him see how they stuck to you only to unfold in a glistening mess for him.

“Messy, messy, messy.” Sunghoon moans, struggling so hard by now not to fuck his fist straight to orgasm. But no, he can’t ruin this moment.

That’s your pussy, looking so wet and tight, so needy.

“Gently still, open up for me.” Sunghoon groans lowly, watching so closely the way you spread open your lips for him, the hole pulsing and dribbling so much slick.

Never in his life has he ever wanted to bury his tongue into someone this badly. Goddamn, he’s nearly obsessed with you at this moment. He loses composure.

“Fuck–” He seethes, feeling his cock twitch wildly against his hand. “I want you so bad.”

Those words feel more real to you than anything else. Virtual sex is one thing but to have a man blatantly moan those words to you as if he means them? As if he has never let it slip for any of his other scheduled calls?

“What’s the name of your boss again?” Sunghoon asks, pretending as if he forgot, just to hear you say it.

He notes the way your pussy clenches through his words too, as if he can see the confusion not through your expression, but through your arousal alone. Asking you that turned you off.

“What’s his name, baby?” Sunghoon presses, offering an excuse. “I wanna know who it is that gave me this tonight.”

Alluding to the fact that the only reason you’re paying him is because your boss made you feel like you need release in some way.

“Park-” You start, not wanting to deny his demands. “Sunghoon.”

“Ah, yeah.” Sunghoon holds his breath, closing his eyes briefly just to let that breathy voice sit in his mind before focusing back on you. “Two fingers babe, slide them in.”

God, you listen just as well as you do at work. He should have given you that promotion the day he saw your application. Even without seeing you do as you're told in this situation, he already knew you were going to be getting that interview next week.

He listens to the way your cunt swallows up your fingers, so wet and needy. Swollen around the two digits as you slide them in with a breathy sigh.

“Spread your fingers, open up.”

You do, presenting your opened core to him without any shame at this point. Allowing him to look, wanting him to look.

“Now, say–” Sunghoon swallows around a lump in his throat. “Thank you Sunghoon.”

Your pussy pulses around your fingers, recoiling again at the name.

“Say, Thank you Sunghoon, for all of this stress.”

He continues, trying to encourage, adding another lie of an excuse just to get you to break.

“Because, if it weren't for him, I wouldn’t be needing to take care of you like this, now would I?”

In your horny brain, it makes sense.

“Thank you, Sunghoon.” You moan, plunging your fingers into yourself without being told to do so, moaning out for the faceless man on the screen at your break in composure.

And, well, Sunghoon himself is on fire. After all, you’ve only ever referred to him as Mr.Park, and hearing you practically moan his name in such an intimate way? It does nothing to keep him from spiraling into an even more selfish mindset.

“Again.” He instructs you, watching the way your legs shake through saying his name.

“Thank you Sunghoon.” You continue, as if the words are natural despite feeling intense irritation for the man. “Thank you.”

And, well, that very name you’re moaning is now also moaning. That little fake name you gave to him falls from his lips after you say it each time, fucking into his fist and hoping you’re watching, nearly unable to ask you to stick another finger into yourself.

Not needing to ask at all, apparently, because you do it yourself. You even bump your clit up against your wrist too.

Shit.

He needs you.

“Thank him for what?” Sunghoon starts to ask, feeling an orgasm approach far too quickly.

“For making me come to you!” You answer him as if you’re frustrated, hips bouncing up against your hand just to dig your fingers in deeper.

“What else?” He asks now, forgetting what it is he should not be doing.

“Hmm?” You answer in a drawn-out moan.

“Thank him for what else?” He repeats first, only to follow up with his own answer. “For giving you a reason to cum.”

“Yes!” You groan, now grinding your hips up and against your palm without relaxing back against the bed. Intentionally chasing as your eyes remain on him, watching him pull and tug so roughly.

“So fucking pretty” Sunghoon praises as he snaps his hips in time with his moving palm, eyes so tuned into you that– “Fuck–” He moans your name. “So pretty.”

And he didn’t realize it. Half expecting you to moan back for him, he’s still moaning as he watches you halt what you’re doing and cover yourself entirely.

“What did you just call me?” You ask in an out of breath voice.

Sunghoon repeats your fake name to you, feeling the energy shift in an instant.

“No. You just called me–” You repeat your real name to him.

“Ah, sorry babe, must’ve gotten tongue tied.”

There’s a rush of anxiety within you as you stare at the screen. There’s….no fucking way.

Given, you’ve never seen him outside of a suit. The voice you hear doesn’t click in your head as Sunghoon’s either, considering he’s never a man of very many words.

Instantly, you’re covering your camera with your hand, watching how the man on the screen spreads his legs out and drops his cock. Like he’s waiting, like he’s listening, wondering. Are you making a fool of yourself right now?

Are you misreading?

He seems calm, and if it really is Sunghoon…surely he’d be disconnecting right now, right?

Why would he even be fucking himself on camera anyway? The guy makes bank! You’re the one who sees his paychecks, after all. Still, there’s a twisting in your gut as you ignore the way you still drip against your sheets.

Very quietly, just to see, you work up the courage.

“Mr.Park?”

It’s silent for a few seconds as the man on the screen shifts, a blur of movement forcing you into a state of motion-sickness.

You almost thought he was going to chuckle at you and ask if you were thinking about your boss rather than him. You almost thought he would use that to his advantage.

You almost thought you were wrong, but– he disconnects.

A few moments later, you receive an email with a refund of your five hundred dollars.

And two hours later? Lying in your bed with anxiety in your gut, you get a text from none other than Park Sunghoon.

Mr.Park: Can we talk?

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

― part two here!

#enhypen smut #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut #enha smut

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lewisvinga · 10 months ago

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not the same | charles leclerc x reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary; due to her being in med school, there is a lack of y/n at races and social events which makes fans upset. all it took was for her to distance herself to make charles and alexandra realize what they were missing is her

fc: phoebe dynevor

word count; 831

warnings; cursing maybe

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; requested ! made it so reader is in med school instead of a doctor bc like ages n such lolll n decided to mix in a bit of writing lol

masterlist !

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a few months later …

lilymhe uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; the face of someone who finally finished her exams] [caption 2; party time 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️]

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Alexandra couldn’t help but sigh deeply as she replayed Lily’s story. She hadn’t seen Y/n’s face in ages. After breaking up with Alexandra and Charles, the med student seemingly deleted all social media accounts.

Neither tried to contact her for fear of pushing her away even more. They never confirmed their break up but it’s not like the public speculated it. Due to her being a medical student and prioritizing her studies, Y/n rarely attended races or public events . Charles and Alexandra were never upset about that.

They always encouraged her to study so she could get closer to achieving her dreams instead of missing a potentially important class to attend events. Even then, their dynamic worked perfectly even if in the public eye she was never around.

She was like the missing puzzle piece to complete Alexandra and Charles.

The Ferrari driver noticed his girlfriend's silence after leaving yet again another event. He knew what she was thinking about.

“You miss her too.”

His words caused Alexandra to snap out of the trance she was in. She let out a deep sigh followed by a nod. “She graduates soon too.”

“Do you think giving her space was the right idea?”

“I mean, I didn’t want to drive her further away,” She sighs, fiddling with the gold bracelets on her wrists. “But we should’ve tried harder. I miss her.”

“I miss her too,” Charles mumbled, running his hands through his hair. A silence fell upon the two, a silence that was once filled with Y/n’s mumbles and rants about her studies and the cool facts she learned. One thing was for sure, they both wanted her back.

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Alexandra adjusted the glasses resting on her nose as she walked down the streets of Monaco. She was meeting up with Charles in the shopping center since he needed a lot of help picking out clothing.

She wasn’t paying attention when she suddenly bumped into someone. The small yelp coming from the person sounded all too familiar.

She lifts the glasses up from her eyes and gasps. “Y/n?”

“Alexandra!” Y/n exclaimed in shock. She had a smile on her face, the very same smile that made Alexandra’s heart flutter, which fluttered even more when she was pulled into a hug.

“I-How-“ Alexandra stuttered as she hugged her back. She cleared her throat before continuing, “How have you been?” She hid a frown as the girl in her arms pulled away.

“Good. I’ve been searching for a dress for graduation and I-“

“Y/n?”

Both turned around and spotted the familiar green eyes of the Monegasque. Y/n shyly smiled and waved as Charles walked up to the two. “H-How have you been?” He asked, quickly glancing at Alexandra.

“Good, good.” Y/n sighed, shifting from one foot to another. “I was just telling Alex that I’m searching for a dress for graduation. Lily was supposed to help but she bailed on me.”

Alexandra hadn’t heard that nickname coming from that sweet voice in ages. It made her heart skip a beat once again. Before she could respond, Charles quickly spoke. “Why don’t you join us? She’s helping me upgrade my closet and I know you have good taste. We can help you with your dress.”

Y/n raised her eyebrow at his words and Alexandra’s frantic nods. “About time you’re upgrading your closet. That was my biggest complaint! Just never had the time to go shop for you.” She huffed. “But I’ll take you up on that-“

“Come back to us.” Alexandra couldn’t hold back any longer. Not only did she shock both Charles and Y/n, she even shocked herself. “We miss you, amor. You complete us.”

The Ferrari driver was quick to agree. “We don’t care what strangers on the internet say. We only care about you, chérie.” His eyes had a hopeful glint as he watched Y/n furrow up her eyebrows, a sign that she was thinking deeply. “Come back to us, please.”

It was silent for a moment, no one caring that they were still in the middle of the sidewalk near the shopping center. They didn’t pay any mind to the people rushing around them. Their full attention was on each other.

Y/n let out a sigh which made both Charles and Alexandra panic for a moment before seeing the faint smile on her glossed lips. “I’ve missed you both.” Her whisper resulted in the other two sighing in relief.

“Although Lily’s support, and even Alex’s, was great,” She took a step closer to them. “It was nothing like yours. It wasn’t Alexandra making me a cup of tea. It wasn’t Charles softly playing piano to help me focus. It’s not the same. I’ve missed you both.” Her lips curled into a smile that matched both Alexandra’s and Charles’ wide smiles as they each grabbed one of her hands.

“And we’ll never let you go again, chérie.”

“It’s the three of us, always and forever, amor.”

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cxrrodedcoffin · 10 months ago

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Morning Glory - Spencer Reid

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Summary: Spencer can’t sleep and decides to follow through on a previous conversation he had with reader.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: this is the first bit of smut i’ve written in 5 years so please be patient with me lol, gif isn’t spence but it’s too spot on not to use lol

TW: somnophilia, mild dubcon, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint, reader on top, afab reader

Rating: R, this is literally entirely smut so definitely 18+ only

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Spencer stared up at the ceiling, the soft hum of the ceiling fan narrating the static in his mind. It was the first weekend the two of you had off in months, and of course his body decided to wake him up at 6 a.m. with no chance of falling back to sleep despite his desire to sleep in. He looked over at you fast asleep next to him, messy hair and quiet breaths, the picture of peaceful slumber. He’d be envious if he weren’t so in love with you.

Now, as he noticed the way your soft lips quivered with each breath, he thought back to a conversation the two of you had a couple weeks ago. You had woken up to the sound of muffled moans coming from your adjoining bathroom, and embarrassed the hell out of Spencer when he came out a few minutes later.

“I’d be more than happy to help the next time you have morning wood y’know.” You teased, making him turn bright red.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” He sighed. You pulled him closer, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Who says you have to wake me up first?” You whispered in his ear, sending a shiver up his spine.

“Are you serious?” He asked, his curiosity peaked.

“The thought of waking up with you inside me is one of the hottest things I could imagine, I’m one hundred percent serious. I trust you Spencer.” You told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

That was all he could think about now, and as his mind wandered his cock grew in his briefs, eventually becoming too hard to ignore.

He usually didn’t want to wake you when you ended up asleep on your back, knowing it’s the position you get your best sleep in, but you looked so heavenly like this, sleep shirt resting just above your navel, thighs parted just so, the soft light of sunrise illuminating your lace covered center. He simply couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He slipped his fingers just under the waistband of your panties, carefully pulling them down your legs and discarding them.

Spencer reveled in the sight of you, ethereal, all softness and warmth. He couldn’t wait to taste you. He gently pushed your thighs further apart with his forearms, while fingers traced the outline of your labia, studying every curve and contour of your cunt. He never had time to do this, you’d usually end up begging for him inside you before he had the chance to truly worship your pussy the way it deserved to be, but not tonight.

He parted your lips as his tongue met your clit, lapping gently at the sensitive bundle of nerves. You started to squirm, causing him to pin your thighs with his strong hands. His tongue laid wide laps through your cunt, dipping inside of your entrance momentarily before coming back up to suck on your clit, plush lips coated in your growing arousal.

Once he had you well and worked up he brought his hand to your entrance, index finger pushing slowly into your plush warmth. He curled his finger, searching for that soft spot that makes you melt. He added his middle finger, your walls gripped tightly around them as he massaged the sensitive spot inside of you, drawing a moan from your sleep-laden lips.

As he lapped at your clit, tongue working in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers you began to stir, pleasure breaking through the sleepy haze as you felt the warmth in your center grow stronger.

“Spence?” You half-moaned, thought still slightly fogged but too worked up to care.

“Morning angel..” He responded, fingers still pumping inside of you as he watched your expression. Whimpers and sighs fell from your lips, brow furrowed as you stretched your arms, shaking the sleep off so you could intertwine your fingers in his hair.

“Don’t stop.” You begged, bucking your hips ever so slightly. Spencer lifted your legs, placing your thighs over his shoulders to properly dive into your heat, lips sucking at your clit until your thighs were shaking, pressure building by the second. He added a third finger, stretching you out before curling them again, waves of pleasure washing over you as the coil finally snaps.

“Spencer!” You cried, eyes glazing over as your back arched, thighs closing around his head, holding him to you as he worked you through your high. He slowed his movements, helping you come down before pulling back to look at you.

Your chest heaved with each labored breath, trying to draw air back into your lungs.

“You okay baby?” He asked quietly, rubbing your inner thigh. You nod, sleepy smile forming between your flushed cheeks.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask once you’ve caught your breath fully.

“Correct, and I couldn’t think of a better way to tire myself out.” He laughed, moving up to lay beside you. You turn to him, hand palming his cock through his underwear.

“And how did that work?” You asked, watching the way his features contort as you stroke him.

“Still w-wide awake.” He breathes, stuttering as you pull his underwear down, his cock smacking against his stomach. He kicked off his underwear, watching as you move to straddle him.

“Well now I am too, so let me take care of you.” You tell him, aligning his leaking tip with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself until your hips are flush with his. You start grinding against him in a moment of self indulgence, eye fluttering shit as you indulge in the way his cock stretches you out just right.

Spencer finds his hands working their way up your shirt, grazing over your sides before pulling the fabric up to expose your breasts. His mouth quickly finds one of your nipples, licking and sucking the sensitive bud while his large hand palms your other breast. He’s hungry, desperate for more but doesn’t want to rush you, loving how heavenly you look when your mind is lost in pleasure.

You eventually snap back to the goal at hand, bracing your hands on the headboard of the bed for better leverage as you start to move up and down, bouncing yourself as steadily as you can on Spencer’s cock. He moans against your chest, his free hand moving to rest on your hip to guide you as best he can. You find a comfortable pace, angling your hips to hit that soft spot inside of you as you lose yourself in the rhythm.

You can see he’s starting to unravel, his grip on your hip tightening, his face flushed and his sudden inability to withhold his grunts and moans.

“You’re doing so good baby, look so pretty riding my cock.” He groans, watching you with such intense adoration.

“Wanna make you cum Spence.” You whine, feeling your thighs start to burn from the constant movement. He wraps his arms around you to pull your chest against his, his hands kneading your ass as he guides your hips up and down just a little quicker. The closeness is almost too intense, warm, slick skin on skin, you can feel another orgasm building as his cock begins to twitch inside of you, his coming on just as fast as yours.

“Please cum in me.” You pant, hips moving desperately as you chase your high.

“Greedy girl.” He teases, his hips meeting yours with each thrust.

“Please please please!” You beg, teetering on the edge of your collapse.

“Take it angel, all yours.” He grunts, cock twitching inside of you as you feel strings of warmth coating your walls, the sensation finally giving you the release you need. Your eyes glaze over as your thighs shake, nearly collapsing on top of Spencer as you see stars.

When you come down Spencer is pushing your hair away from your face, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his weight to lay the both of you down. You lay on your back for a moment, letting your body relax before turning to face him.

“Sleepy yet?” You ask, hand resting on his chest.

“I don’t know, might need another round.” He jokes, smiling softly.

“We’ll see about that, I’ll be back in a minute.” You reply, giving him a kiss on the cheek before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

When you finish and head back into the bedroom, Spencer is fast asleep, just as you suspected he would be.

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pbaz7 · 11 days ago

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FINDING PEACE IN YOU: PART 6

paige x azzi

warning: sexual content

word count: 8.1k

A/N: I did my part in today’s preparation lmao. Y’all had me stressing I’m ngl😭 never locked in like this for a story before lol. Let me know what you tbink!! Happy game day 🤭

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The next morning, the three of them were about to leave Paige’s house to take Lukas to play basketball before Paige’s game later. Paige’s keys jingled as they got ready to leave out the door. As soon as she swung the door open, a figure sitting on the stairs caught them all off guard.

The woman stood abruptly, her gaze snapping toward the three of them, like she wasn’t fully prepared to actually see them. Azzi froze, confused, as the woman’s presence seemed to take up the entire space. Paige’s face, however, was another story—every ounce of color draining from her face in an instant.

Paige’s entire body locked up. Azzi didn’t need to look to know something was wrong—she felt it in the way Paige stopped breathing for a second, how the color drained completely from her face.

Lukas glanced up, tugging at Paige’s sleeve. “Ma?”

Paige’s jaw flexed, her eyes still locked on the woman.

Then slowly, she turned her head to Azzi. “Can you take Lukas upstairs, please baby?”

Azzi didn’t question her in front of the woman. She just reached for Lukas’s hand, her stomach tightening slightly as she stole one last glance at Paige—still frozen, still staring at the stranger like she was looking at a ghost.

As Azzi and Lukas walked away Paige stepped on the porch and shut the front door behind her. She stood in front of the woman she never thought she’d see again—let alone on her doorstep.

Her heart pounded, but her face was unreadable. Cold.

“Paige, I—” the woman started.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Paige cut her off.

Jasmine—her ex—shifted slightly on her feet, clearly trying to stay composed. “We should talk Paige.”

Paige scoffed, her jaw clenching as she looked at her. “There’s really not shit we need to talk about.”

Jasmine hesitated, then tried a different tactic, her voice softening as she motioned towards the house. “He looks exactly like you. Spitting image.”

But that was the wrong thing to say.

“Don’t talk about my son.”

Jasmine’s eyebrows furrowed. “He’s my son too.”

Paige’s nostrils flared at this. “Excuse me?”

“I gave birth to him, Paige.”

Paige let out a dry, bitter laugh, stepping forward just enough for Jasmine to realize how dangerous her words were. “Right—and you left him when he was what? Two months old?” She shook her head, disgust clear in her eyes. “So no he’s not your damn son. So don’t mention him again.”

Jasmine didn’t respond—just stood there, her mouth set in a firm line like she was swallowing whatever weak excuse she was about to offer.

Paige took a breath, squeezing the bridge of her nose. “What do you want?”

Jasmine blinked like she was trying to find the right angle. “I miss you, Paige.”

Paige let out a scoff. “Bullshit. Just tell me what the hell you want so you can get out of my face.”

Jasmine's eyes flicked downward. “Why is it so crazy for me to say I miss you?”

Paige looked at her like she’d completely lost it. “You serious right now?” Her voice rose slightly, her words clipped. “You left because I wanted you to sign a prenup. You stole—what—fifteen thousand dollars worth of shit from me? Not including the seventy-five-thousand-dollar fucking car I had to report stolen.”

Jasmine opened her mouth to respond but Paige’s voice interrupted her, finally able to get out words the two of them never got to exchange. “You miss me? Or you miss the shit that came with being with me?”

Jasmine’s voice was softer this time, but no less persistent. “I miss you Paige. I miss what we had…you know before everything.”

Paige stared at her for a moment, then shook her head, laughing bitterly under her breath. “Well that’s too damn bad Jasmine.”

She turned like she was done—ready to walk back inside—but Jasmine’s next words made her freeze.

“How long are you going to have a stranger helping you raise him?”

Paige snapped her head back toward her. “The fuck did you just say to me?”

“I mean it, Paige,”

“Watch your mouth,” Paige snapped, stepping closer. “Don’t even think about mentioning her. You don’t know shit about her and she knows him better than you ever could.”

“And you think she’s just gonna stay forever?” Jasmine shot back. “That she’s really in it for you and not just—”

“Jesus please stop fucking talking,” Paige cut her off, her voice raised now. “You don’t get to come here and say shit about my life. You walked away.!”

“I didn’t walk away!” Jasmine yelled back. “I just needed space!”

Paige laughed. “Space? You disappeared. For years. You didn’t just leave me, Jasmine—you left a baby. You left somebody you gave birth to. Don’t think it get’s more fucked up than that.”

Jasmine’s mouth opened again, but Paige didn’t give her the chance.

“You abandoned him and signed over your rights” she hissed. “So don’t show up at my door acting like you suddenly give a damn.”

“I'm serious, Paige,” Jasmine pressed, her own voice sharpening. “She’s not his mother. She’s just some girl you’re messing around with.”

Paige genuinely looked perplexed between her anger. “Didn’t I just tell you not to talk about her?”

Jasmine let out a laugh. “Why not? The whole internet’s already talking about her. Your little highlight reel of a life. Showing up to your games, fans obsessed with her, all those little couple edits like she’s perfect.”

Paige froze for a second, then let out a slow breath, like something had finally clicked into place.

“Alright I see,” she said. “So that’s what this is about.”

Jasmine didn’t respond, but the look in her eyes said enough.

“You’re pissed because she’s getting what you always wanted,” Paige said, her voice steady. “The attention. The spotlight. The life you thought came with being next to me.”

Paige let the words hang between them, before she continued. “You didn’t want me Jasmine—you wanted the perks. And now that somebody else got it, suddenly you ‘miss me’ right?”

Jasmine looked away, jaw tight, but Paige didn’t let up.

“She didn’t ask for any of it,” Paige said. “She has her own life, her own career, she just gives a fuck about me. About Lukas. And that’s more than you ever could say. So please”—her words turning final—“just get the hell off my porch.”

Paige turned back, her hand already on the doorknob when Jasmine’s voice rang out again behind her.

“I wanna see him.”

Paige let out a laugh, shaking her head as she opened the door. “It’ll be the coldest day in hell before I let that happen.”

“I’ll take you to court.”

That made Paige pause—but only to laugh a little more. “You know that shit’s not gonna work out. So don’t waste my time with bullshit.”

And with that, she stepped back inside, shutting the door behind her. The click of the lock echoed through the house.

Paige took a deep breath, letting the weight of the moment settle and then slowly dissolve before climbing the stairs. Her footsteps were quiet as she made her way toward Lukas’s room.

When she reached the doorway, the sight that greeted her brought a softness back into her chest. Azzi was sitting cross-legged on the floor, Lukas sitting in her lap, the two of them surrounded by crayons. Azzi was gently guiding his hand, helping him stay within the lines of his coloring book.

Lukas looked up at her, beaming. “Look, Ma! I’m in the lines!”

Paige smiled, her chest loosening. “Yeah, I see. It looks real good kid.”

Azzi glanced up at her, smiling too, but her eyes lingered—reading Paige the way she had learned to. Even in that brief moment, she caught something in Paige’s posture, the faint tightness in her jaw.

Azzi mouthed, You okay?

Paige gave her a small nod, but Azzi wasn’t convinced. She gave her that look—the one that meant talk to me.

Paige met her eyes and mouthed Later

Azzi nodded once, gently rubbing Lukas’s back as she turned her attention back to the coloring book, Lukas content in her lap, completely unaware of everything going on.

Paige let Lukas color for a little longer before glancing at the time on her phone and nudging him to get his attention. “You still tryna go hoop before I gotta get ready for my game?”

Lukas looked up and nodded eagerly, hopping off Azzi’s lap and bolting out of the room. “I’m putting my shoes on!” he called behind him as his footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Paige smiled, reaching for the coloring book to close it as Azzi began gathering the crayons and sliding them back into their box. Once everything was packed, Azzi stood up and walked over, slipping her hand into Paige’s, interlacing their fingers.

“You’re tense,” Azzi whispered, searching her face.

Paige gave a noncommittal “Mmm,” eyes cast a little downward.

Azzi tilted her head, her voice gentle. “That was your ex, right?”

Paige looked up at her. “How’d you know?”

“I heard you yelling,” Azzi said, “I went downstairs to get Lukas some apple juice.”

Paige sighed, running a hand down her face, the tension she’d tried to bury beginning to rise again.

Azzi squeezed her hand. “Are you worried about something?”

Paige shook her head. “No. I just know that’s not the last time I’m gonna see her. She can be a little persistent.”

Azzi didn’t say anything to respond—just watched Paige carefully, her thumb gently brushing over the back of Paige’s hand.

“You seem mad,” she said softly, not accusing—just observing.

“I’m not mad,” Paige replied, her voice quieter than before. “I’m just tired I guess. She showed up outta nowhere like she didn’t leave the way she did.”

Azzi nodded, still listening, letting Paige get it out.

Paige exhaled. “She said she wants to see him. Like she didn’t vanish when he needed her most. I just can’t let her–” Paige trailed off taking a deep breath.

Azzi leaned her forehead against Paige’s. “You don’t have to explain it to me baby, I get it. You raised him alone, you have every right to feel however you need to feel.”

That made Paige pause, her eyes flicking up to meet Azzi’s. “Yeah?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

Azzi smiled. “Yeah baby.”

Without another word, Paige leaned in, kissing her. It started soft, but the tension Paige was carrying caused her to deepen it. Azzi responded, matching her urgency for a few moments—but then she pulled back slightly, breath catching.

Paige wasn’t ready to stop. She chased her, capturing her lips again, her hand curling around the back of Azzi’s neck to hold her in place. Azzi let out a soft sound against her mouth before she broke the kiss with a quiet, breathless laugh.

“Okay,” Azzi murmured, her forehead pressed against Paige’s as her smile lingered. “I was gonna say later… but damn.”

Paige grinned, eyes a little dark. “My bad.”

“I didn’t say stop,” Azzi whispered.

Before Paige could close the distance again, the sound of small feet on the stairs made them step apart.

Lukas appeared in the doorway, proudly holding up his basketball shoes. “I’m ready!”

Paige cleared her throat, still fighting a smirk. “Aight, let’s go then.”

Azzi gave Paige a slow once-over as they followed Lukas out, tapping her ass playfully when Paige stepped in front of her.

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Later that night the arena buzzed with energy, the pre-game music vibrating through the stands as fans filed into their seats. It was a home game, and the crowd had already begun to swell with fans of all ages in Wings jerseys.

Azzi sat comfortably one row behind courtside, Lukas sitting beside her with a foam finger almost bigger than him. Drew sat on the other side of Lukas, mid-story about something wild that happened to him the day before, and Paige’s mom sat beside him, smiling at Lukas every time he looked up at her to proudly repeat something his mom told him.

“She said I’m gonna get better at my shooting if I keep squaring my feet,” Lukas announced, holding up his fingers for emphasis.

“You will,” Azzi said with a laugh, brushing his curls back. “You’re already dangerous from the corner.”

“I told you he was a lefty sniper,” Drew grinned, nudging Paige’s mom, who just chuckled warmly.

They were still mid-conversation when Drew sat up straighter, his voice cutting through the conversation.

“What the fuck—”

“Drew!” Paige’s mom scolded, while Azzi instantly covered Lukas’s ears.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, lifting a hand—but he was still looking across the court, nodding discreetly. “I mean—look.”

Azzi followed his gaze, her smile fading when she saw what he was looking at.

Just across the court, behind the Wings bench in the third row, Jasmine had taken a seat. She was laughing at something her friend said, looking like she came straight out of a porno with the limited amount of clothes she had.

Azzi’s brows furrowed, jaw tightening as Lukas wiggled out from under the makeshift earmuffs, oblivious to the sudden tension.

Paige’s mom looked stunned, lips pressed into a hard line. Drew just shook his head slowly, disbelief on his face.

As if on cue, Jasmine glanced across the court—and locked eyes with Azzi.

Neither of them looked away for a moment until the weight of a small hand tapping Azzi’s arm pulled her attention downward.

“Azzi,” Lukas said, leaning into her with wide eyes. “Did you see the shoes that girl on the other team was wearing during warmups? They looked like lava!”

Azzi blinked, her features softening as she looked down at him. “Lava, huh?” she smiled, brushing her thumb over his cheek. “We gotta tell your mom about them so you can wear them at practice.”

Lukas nodded, clearly excited about the idea, and started explaining exactly how fast he’d be in “lava shoes.” Azzi listened with all the focus in the world, nodding along, giving little responses that made his eyes light up with each one.

When she glanced back up, Jasmine was still watching from across the court.

Only this time, there was something different in her expression—something almost…sad for a second. But just as quickly as the emotion surfaced, it vanished. As she turned away, laughing at something her friend said as she looked down at her acrylics.

Azzi’s jaw ticked, but she didn’t let it linger. She turned back toward Lukas, fixing his hair as he continued rambling with Drew, the noise of the arena slowly growing as the game drew closer to tip-off.

The crowd roared as the Wings began to file out from the tunnel, sneakers squeaking as players jogged onto the court for warmups. Paige was the last to appear, warmups on as she jogged in slowly, taking in the packed arena.

Lukas was standing on his chair just behind the court-side row, waving both arms like he was trying to flag a plane down. Drew had one hand casually braced in front of him to make sure he didn’t fall, the other busy recording the moment. Beside them, Paige’s mom waved with a wide grin, proud as ever no matter how many games she’d watched.

And Azzi—well she was relaxed but locked in as she met Paige’s eyes.

Paige’s face softened. She gave Lukas a quick wave, then shot Azzi a wink, her grin tugging wider as she turned her attention to warmups, adrenaline already kicking in.

As the refs moved into position and the game prepared to tip off, Azzi leaned forward slightly in her seat, eyes scanning the court. Her gaze flicked instinctively to Paige—just in time to catch the exact moment Paige noticed Jasmine.

There was no dramatic reaction, nothing obvious—Paige was too seasoned, too aware of the cameras. But Azzi caught it anyway: the tight clench of her jaw, the slight shake of her head before she refocused.

The ball tipped and the game began.

For Paide it was like someone had flipped a switch. Azzi didn’t know all the nuances of Paige’s pro career—had only been to a handful of games—but she could tell she was different tonight. There was an edge behind every move.

She scored the Wings’ first thirteen points herself—stepbacks, drives, threes in transition. Every bucket came with a shake of her head, a mutter under her breath about how “they can’t guard me.”

The Mystics couldn’t keep up.

Azzi didn’t realize she was holding her breath until Washington was forced to call a timeout, their coach visibly frustrated as the team huddled.

Paige barely glanced at the bench as she jogged toward the Wings' huddle, jaw still tight, eyes locked in.

The timeout didn’t slow her down. If anything, it only added fuel.

As soon as play resumed, Rickea and Arike started getting in rhythm too, riding the wave Paige had created. But Paige—she was still the engine. Every touch felt electric. She was talking shit the whole time, barking out “And one!” after muscling through contact for a bucket, flexing as she jogged back on defense. When she drilled a deep three in transition, she shook her head like it was too easy, like they should’ve known better.

It wasn’t just on offense either.

Twice she timed layups perfectly to get a hand on the ball, her voice ringing out across the arena with a loud “Get that weak ass shit outta here!” The crowd roared, and Lukas was practically bouncing out of his seat, eyes wide, laughing and cheering, pointing every time Paige made a big play like it was his win too.

Azzi glanced at him with a smile, then back at the court, heart swelling as she watched the woman she would do anything for completely take over the game.

By the time halftime rolled around, the scoreboard showed Wings: 52, Mystics: 39.

Paige had 26 and she hadn’t even broken a sweat.

It was more of the same in the third—if not worse for the Mystics. Everyone on the Wings was feeding Paige, clearing out, setting screens, doing whatever they had to do to keep the hot hand going. Paige picked apart the defense like she’d written the scouting report herself, eyes scanning the court, feet light, talking shit the whole time.

After draining a deep three right in front of her family, she turned toward Azzi—three fingers still in the air—and blew her a kiss with a cocky smirk on her face. Azzi just shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek, while Lukas clapped and shouted, “That’s my ma!”

By the time the fourth quarter rolled around, the Wings were up by so much that Paige didn’t even need to touch the court again. She sank into her seat on the bench, towel draped around her neck, legs stretched out in front of her, her chest still rising and falling a little quickly. Sweat clung to her skin, her jersey slightly untucked as she leaned back, watching her teammates close it out.

She was still locked in. Still talking shit from the bench. But finally letting out a smile.

At one point her gaze drifted toward the crowd—and as soon as her eyes found Azzi, everything else faded for a second. A smirk curved Paige’s lips as her eyes shamelessly raked over her, lingering way too long as she traced her way up. Azzi’s body reacted almost immediately—her pulse quickening, warmth creeping up her neck. Paige's stare was heavy, intense, like she was thinking thoughts no one else needed to know.

Azzi raised an eyebrow at her from her seat, trying to keep her cool despite the heat spreading beneath her skin. Paige tilted her head a little, tongue poking at the inside of her cheek as she smirked at Azzi. Before Azzi could stop herself, her lips curved into a smirk of her own, matching Paige’s energy, her eyes locked on the girl who hadn’t stopped showing out all night.

Paige licked her lips before shaking her head and turning her attention back to the game.

…

The final buzzer sounded, the crowd thinning as the Wings closed out the win. Paige was already tugging her jersey loose, her eyes were locked on the section where her people sat.

As she walked over, fans leaned in for high-fives and shouted her name, but her focus didn’t drift to them. She reached the row, dapping Drew up and pulling him into a quick hug.

“Had the whole gym rockin,” he grinned, shaking his head.

“You know I had to,” Paige smirked, before turning and wrapping her arms around her mom, who kissed her cheek and held her tight for a second longer than usual.

“You were on fire out there, baby,” her mom said, pride all over her face.

Paige smiled, murmuring a soft “Thanks, Ma,” before her gaze drifted over to Azzi, standing just a few feet away with that familiar smile tugging at her lips. Paige stepped in, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a quick hug before giving her a soft kiss—brief but charged. The kind of kiss that said I saw you the whole time.

Azzi smiled against her lips, whispering, “Show-off.”

Before Paige could answer, tiny arms wrapped around her waist, and she looked down to see Lukas staring up at her with wide, excited eyes.

“Ma! You were dunking on everybody!” he yelled, bouncing with excitement.

Paige laughed, crouching down to his level and scooping him into a hug. “I wasn’t dunking, bud, but I was killing 'em, huh?”

Lukas nodded quickly, launching into a play-by-play of all his favorite moments, as Paige listened with her full attention, eyes soft, the intensity of the game replaced by something completely different. Azzi watched the two of them, with the biggest grin on her face, her hand brushing lightly against Paige’s back.

Lukas was still recounting every bucket like it was the game-winner when Drew leaned in, tapping Paige’s arm twice. She turned slightly, following his nod toward the court.

Jasmine was making her way down the sideline, weaving through lingering fans, eyes locked on them.

Paige’s jaw ticked, her posture stiffening for a half-second before she exhaled through her nose and shook her head. She scoops Lukas into her arms, his small arms wrapping easily around her neck.

Paige adjusted Lukas on her hip, then stepped toward Azzi, slipping her arm around her shoulders. “C’mon lemme get the keys for you,” she said, tugging her in with a little grin.

Azzi leaned into it, looping her own arm around Paige’s waist—and with Lukas perched on Paige’s other side the sudden shift in balance made all three of them stumble a little. Paige let out a laugh, steadying them while Azzi laughed into her shoulder.

Lukas laughed the loudest, his head thrown back as he shouted, “Ma, you almost dropped me!”

Paige grinned, leaning over to kiss the side of his head. “You’re good. I got you.”

They kept walking, bumping into each other on purpose now as they disappeared down the tunnel—laughing like they hadn’t just left a ghost standing in the past behind them.

Jasmine stopped in her tracks, her jaw tight as she watched a camera following them and a few people snapping pictures of the moment.

…

Later that night, the house had settled into a soft quiet. Paige was in Lukas’s room, the glow of his nightlight casting warm shadows across the walls as she helped him tuck his favorite stuffed dinosaur under the covers beside him.

He wiggled around to get comfortable, his eyes fluttering a little as he settled in. Paige sat on the floor beside his bed, the book already open in her lap when his voice came out small and a little hopeful.

“Ma… can Azzi read my story tonight?”

Paige glanced up at him, smiling as she gently closed the book. “You can go ask her.”

Lukas’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. He tossed the covers back and scrambled out of bed with a gasp, sprinting toward the door in his pajama set.

“Make sure you ask nicely!” Paige called after him, grinning as she heard his eager feet slap down the hallway.

Lukas slowed just before he reached Paige’s room, taking a deep death. The door was slightly open, and inside, Azzi sat comfortably on Paige’s bed, her laptop open in front of her, glasses perched on her nose.

He knocked gently on the doorframe. “’Scuse me,” he said.

Azzi looked up, sliding her glasses off as a warm smile spread across her face. “Hey. You okay?”

He nodded, shifting his weight and scratching the back of his head like he was trying to work up the courage. “Was wondering if you could read my bedtime story, please?”

Azzi’s expression softened even more as she closed her laptop and set it aside. “Of course I can,” she said, already getting up.

Lukas beamed, then surprised her by reaching up and slipping his small hand into hers. Azzi blinked for a second, touched by the simple gesture, before gently curling her fingers around his.

“Let’s go,” he said cheerfully, leading her out of the room like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Azzi followed with a smile, her heart steady, completely at ease.

When Azzi and Lukas walked back into the room, Paige’s eyes instinctively drifted down to where their hands joined a soft smile forming.

Lukas climbed back into bed, tugging the covers up to his chin as he got settled. Azzi gave Paige a little smile as she lowered herself to the floor beside the bed. Paige returned it, her eyes lingering as she handed Azzi the book Lukas had picked out earlier.

Azzi took it, adjusting her legs underneath her as she glanced at the title. She let out a quiet chuckle. “Classic,” she murmured with amusement before flipping it open.

Lukas tucked himself in tighter, already grinning. Paige slides back against the wall, arms loosely resting on her knees as she watches them—Azzi’s soft voice filling the room, Lukas hanging on to every word, occasionally giggling or pointing to the illustrations.

Paige just sat there, quietly taking it all in. Randomly at that moment, it hit her—she was watching two of her favorite people in the world. The way Azzi read with gentle inflection, how Lukas leaned toward her like he’d known her forever… it wasn’t just sweet. It felt like home.

Paige realized she loved her.

Not in the abstract, not in the distant-future kind of way where she could see them being more. Not in the selfish way. Right here, right now. She loved Azzi Fudd in the way she’d unselfishly give her whatever she asked.

And when her mind flicked back to the coffee shop—the smirk she wore, the one track mind she had when Azzi walked up to her that day—Paige couldn’t help but chuckle to herself.

The sound pulled Azzi’s eyes up from the book, her brows lifting a little in a silent question.

Paige shook her head, and smiled. “Nothing.”

Azzi gave her a look saying she didn’t believe her, but she let it go, her eyes lingering on Paige for a second longer before turning back to the book to finish reading.

Paige stayed there, still smiling as she thought about all the little moments that made her fall for Azzi. It was never just one thing—it was the way Azzi calmly talked to her when she was spiraling, the way she always showed up without needing to be asked, the way Lukas trusted her so easily, like his heart knew from the jump what Paige’s would come to know.

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t even notice when Azzi stopped reading. Didn’t notice that Azzi had closed the book, turned her full attention to her, and had just been watching her—soft-eyed and quiet—for the last few minutes.

Until something small hit her—one of Lukas’s little plush toys bouncing off her shoulder.

Paige blinked, head looking up. “What the—?”

Azzi grinned. “You back with us now?”

Paige looked at her, a smile slowly tugging at the corners of her mouth again. “Wassup?”

Azzi crossed her arms, leaning a little to the side as she teased Paige, “What you been thinking about over there?”

Paige tilted her head, her voice unfiltered as she said, “You.”

Azzi’s stomach flipped, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she teased Paige saying, “I’ve been done reading for like five minutes.”

“Ohh, so you were just being a weirdo, staring at me for five minutes?” Paige asked.

“Says the one who was staring into space thinking about me for who knows how long,” Azzi shot back, lips twitching.

Paige let out a laugh. “Fair.”

She glanced over at Lukas, now completely knocked out—his chest rising and falling in the soft rhythm of sleep.

Azzi stood up first, brushing off her hands before reaching out a hand for Paige. Paige took it, groaning a little as she stood up, her body still sore from the game.

“Oof,” she muttered. “I’m too young to be feelin’ this old.”

“That’s what happens when you play like a maniac for three quarters.”

“You liked it though,” Paige said with a chuckle as they quietly stepped out of Lukas’s room slowly closing the door behind them.

Once they were back in Paige’s room, she closed the door like usual, but paused when she saw Azzi walking straight into the bathroom.

“What you doing? Though we was finna cuddle” Paige asked, following her into the bathroom.

“You need to take a bath,” Azzi said simply, opening the cabinet and pulling out the jar of Epsom salt she’d put in there when Paige’s season started.

Paige laughed, leaning against the doorframe. “Why?”

Azzi didn’t even look back as she twisted the cap open. “You fell earlier.”

“That’s it?” Paige asked, raising an eyebrow.

Azzi just put some of the salt into the hot water, still not looking at her. “That’s enough. You’ve been grimacing since it happened.”

Paige grinned, already knowing better than to argue when Azzi got like this. She stepped further in the bathroom and leaned over the large tub, eyeing the water. “Fine. But you’re getting in with me.”

Azzi glanced at her from the corner of her eye. “No I’m not.”

Paige gave her a dramatic pout, her lips pushing out just enough and her eyes softening into their most sad shade of blue she could muster. She blinked a few times, staring up at Azzi through her long eyelashes.

Azzi narrowed her eyes, trying to fight the way her mouth twitched.

“Don’t do that,” she said flatly.

“Do what baby?”

Azzi huffed, rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath, “Fine whatever.”

Paige’s grin only grew. “Works every time.”

Paige peeled off her pajamas, tossing them into the hamper before stepping into the large bath, sighing as the hot water immediately soothed her aching muscles. She sank down slowly, leaning against the back of the tub, then looked up at Azzi expectantly.

Azzi rolled her eyes, but it held no real weight. Her lips were already curving, her dimple giving her away as she muttered under her breath, “You’re so spoiled.”

Paige just grinned wider. “Only with you.”

Azzi shook her head but reached for the hem of her shirt anyway, tugging it off, followed by the rest of her clothes. Paige didn’t even try to be subtle about the way her eyes followed her movements, admiration written all over her face.

Azzi stepped into the bath carefully, the water rippling as she lowered herself down between Paige’s legs, her back settling against Paige’s chest. Paige let out a soft hum, arms immediately wrapping around her waist and pulling her in until there was no space left between them.

Azzi relaxed into it, head falling back slightly against Paige’s shoulder. Paige tilted her face down to nuzzle against her cheek, her voice barely above a whisper. “Definitely think this is my favorite way to recover.”

Azzi laughed. “You mean with me doing all the work.”

Paige chuckled. “Nah, just existing with you like this. Feels like everything stops. Real peaceful.”

Azzi didn’t say anything at first, just let the silence stretch for a second before reaching for Paige’s hand under the water and intertwining their fingers. “I like stopping time with you,” she said softly.

Paige just smiled and kissed her temple resting her head on Azzi.

They stayed like that for a while, the water around them warm and still, the only sounds being their soft breathing and the occasional shift of water as one of them adjusted slightly. Paige's arms remained wrapped around Azzi’s waist, her chin resting lightly on Azzi’s shoulder. Both of their eyes were closed, not asleep, just existing in a kind of peace they rarely got.

Eventually, Paige’s lips brushed against the shell of Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “What you thinking about?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. When she finally did, her voice was quiet, but direct. “Truthfully?”

Paige hums and Azzi says, “Is your ex gonna be a problem?”

Paige sighed gently, her eyes still closed as she pressed a soft kiss to Azzi’s shoulder. “No.”

Azzi turned her head just slightly toward her. “She showed up at your front door today. And at your game like it was nothing.”

“I know,” Paige said, her voice lower now. There was a pause, long enough that Azzi could tell that Paige was gathering her thoughts.

“She’s not interested in me. Not for real. If that’s what you’re wondering.”

Azzi laughed a little. “It kinda seemed like she was tonight. Didn’t take her eyes off of you one.”

Paige shifted behind her, wrapping her arms tighter around Azzi’s waist. “She wants attention. She let it slip this morning…She’s around again ‘cause she sees the attention you’re getting. Not ‘cause she wants me.”

Azzi let that sit for a second, her thumb gently tracing over Paige’s forearm, the warmth of their bodies easing some of the tension she didn’t realize she was holding.

Eventually, she spoke, her voice softer now, almost a little hesitant. “So you’re telling me I don’t have anything to worry about?”

Paige lips brushing along the curve of her neck, pressing a few slow, reassuring kisses there. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you, beautiful.”

Azzi exhaled, her heart doing that fluttering thing she could never quite control around Paige. “I’m serious P. I’m not going to—”

Paige interrupted her gently, “Hey… I got you. I promise. Stop worrying.”

Azzi let out a quiet breath, her thumb now resting still against Paige’s arm. “I’m trusting you.”

Paige smiled against her skin, pressing one more kiss to Azzi’s shoulder before whispering, “I know, baby.”

They settled into another peaceful silence after that.

Then Paige leaned forward, brushing her lips along Azzi’s neck again, this time with a little more intent. The kisses were open-mouthed and slow, dragging heat across Azzi’s skin from her neck to her shoulder.

Azzi sighed, eyes fluttering shut, as she tilted her head to the side, giving Paige more room. “Paige…” she warned, though her voice lacked any real protest, her actions saying something completely different.

Paige hummed against her neck, still kissing her. “Hm?”

“You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

Paige smiled as she nipped gently at Azzi’s skin. “This is me relaxing.”

Azzi let out a soft breath, trying to keep her composure. “How is this relaxing?”

Paige grinned against her skin, clearly not fazed. “It’s muscle recovery,” she said matter-of-factly. “Like… targeted therapy.”

Azzi laughed under her breath. “That doesn’t even make sense baby.”

“Does to me,” Paige murmured, just before pressing a warm, gentle suck to the base of Azzi’s neck.

Azzi’s breath hitched, a soft hum escaping her lips as her head tipped back against Paige’s shoulder. “I don’t have concealer, baby. Be careful,” she whispered.

“I got you some,” Paige said.

Azzi huffed out a quiet laugh. “Of course you did.”

Without thinking, Azzi reached behind her, threading her wet fingers into Paige’s hair and gently pulling her head closer, her body pushing further into Paige’s embrace. Paige didn’t need any more encouragement, her lips moving back to Azzi’s neck, slower this time.

The warm water curled around them only added to the heat that was growing, as Paige’s lips ghosted down Azzi’s neck. Her arms stayed wrapped around Azzi, palms pressed against her chest, holding her like she never wanted to let go.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Paige whispered against Azzi’s skin. She kissed just below her ear. “You’re perfect, baby.”

Azzi’s breath caught, her back arching slightly as Paige’s fingers toyed with her nipple.

“I mean it,” Paige said, mouth brushing over the curve of Azzi’s shoulder now. “You ask me for anything, and it’s yours. Anything, I swear I’ll give it to you.”

Azzi sighed her name, soft and shaky as she curled her hands a little tighter in Paige’s hair.

Paige’s lips didn’t stop. She kissed along every inch of Azzi she could reach, slowly, worshipfully, her voice still low in her ear. “You don’t even know what you do to me. Don’t know how much I want you all the time.”

Azzi’s breathing shifted, just slightly uneven now, her head tipping back, giving Paige more space, more access. Her hand tightened around Paige’s arm.

Paige nipped at Azzi’s earlobe, biting it gently as she whispered, “I got you. Always.”

Azzi turned her face slightly, her cheek brushing Paige’s. “You mean that baby?”

“I never meant anything more.”

Azzi was quiet for a moment, her fingers gently stroking along Paige’s entire arm, like she needed to feel her in more than one place. Then slowly, she tilted her head, turning just enough to catch Paige’s mouth with her own. Azzi's hand reached back to cup Paige’s jaw, pulling her in, trying to feel every word Paige had said through the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, their lips still brushing, Azzi whispered breathlessly, “You can’t talk to me like that right now.”

Paige smiled against her mouth. “Mmm, why not?” she said, teasingly dragging the tip of her nose along Azzi’s cheek.

“Because apparently I’m easy now.”

That made Paige grinned smugly, the kind of grin Azzi normally rolled her eyes at. But this time, she barely had the strength to say no to anything Paige asked for. Paige hummed as her hand slid back up, palming and massaging Azzi’s breast with just enough pressure to make her breath catch. “Not easy,” Paige whispered, nipping at Azzi’s bottom lip before kissing her again. “Just mine.”

Azzi didn’t have time to respond—not when Paige’s mouth was already on hers again, this time deeper, messier. Their tongues met messily like neither of them wanted to come up for air. Paige’s hands roamed deliberately, dragging wet patterns across Azzi’s chest, taking her time giving each one attention.

Azzi moaned softly against her mouth, her hand sliding up to cradle the back of Paige’s neck again as she kissed her back harder, letting herself get lost in the feeling of her mouth—because God, Paige knew exactly what she was doing.

Paige’s hands continued to move deliberately across Azzi’s chest, her body, fingers spreading warmth with every pass. Their kisses turned more frantic, messy, lips parting and reconnecting as their tongues moved in perfect rhythm.

Azzi bit down on Paige’s bottom lip, just hard enough to make her groan. The sound vibrated from Paige’s chest as she palmed Azzi’s chest firmer, squeezing her like she couldn’t get her close enough. That only made Azzi bolder.

She pulled back slightly, their lips parting with a soft wet sound, a thin string of spit still connecting them. Her eyes were heavy, her voice wrecked when she whispered, “I want you so bad.”

Paige’s gaze darkened immediately, as she smiled at Azzi, “I know, baby.”

Paige moved her hand lower between Azzi’s legs, her fingers beginning to trace slow circles over her clit—barely there but warm. Azzi let her weight sink fully back into Paige’s chest, her head nuzzling into the curve of Paige’s neck. Her breath caught slightly as Paige’s touch dragged across the sensitive spot, her voice barely a whisper as she exhaled, “Mm…”

Paige smiled. “Mmm, what was that, baby?”

Azzi’s lashes fluttered closed, the sensation grounding her and building her up at the same time. “Feels good,” she whispered a little breathily.

Paige hummed, continuing her gentle movements. “I make you feel good every time.”

Azzi hummed in agreement, her lips brushing against the side of Paige’s neck now, trailing light, open-mouthed kisses as she sighed between kisses, “I’m gonna miss you when you leave for your road games.”

Paige pulled her closer, her lips against Azzi’s ear. “Don’t worry about that. I’m right here now, mama.”

Azzi whimpered into Paige’s neck, her breaths hitching each time Paige’s fingertips circled over her bud. The circles were still gentle—but they’d become more intentional, almost hypnotic.

“You wanna stay in here?” Paige asked.

Azzi nodded quickly, unable to fathom stopping what she feels right now. “Yes, baby.”

Paige tilted her head, brushing her lips over Azzi’s temple before connecting with her mouth again as she slid two fingers into her causing Azzi to moan into the kiss. When she pulled back, she didn’t go far—just enough to make Azzi open her eyes and meet her gaze.

Azzi blinked up at her, her lashes low, lips parted slightly as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep herself quiet.

Paige exhaled, shaking her head slowly like she couldn’t believe what she was looking at. “You’re so damn perfect,” she praised.

Azzi’s only response was a soft sigh when Paige curled her fingers perfectly, her body melting into Paige’s orbit, eyes still locked on her like she didn’t want to look anywhere else.

The two of them stayed like that, in the warm water and the dim glow of the bathroom light. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of the water as Paige moved in and out of Azzi and the soft, breathy whimpers Azzi couldn’t hold back—the kind that made Paige ache with how beautiful she sounded.

Paige stayed wrapped around her, lips brushing along her shoulder, her temple, her neck, never in a rush, just present.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby…” she whispered, pressing a kiss just below Azzi’s ear. “I got you. Just relax for me.”

Azzi moaned a little loudly in response, her back arching as her hands clung to Paige’s arms, her breathing unsteady as she started to push herself into Paige’s fingers. Paige only held her tighter, keeping her chest flush against Azzi’s back as she held her still.

“You don’t gotta do all that mama,” Paige whispered, as she added another finger into Azzi. Pulling all three of them out each time before pushing them back in slowly as she curled them. “Stop thinking…just breathe.”

Azzi let out another quiet moan, her lips parting as she tilted her head, offering more of her neck—her silent way of saying please. Paige licked and sucked at the space she gave her, again and again.

“Keep breathing for me, gorgeous,” Paige whispered. “That’s all you gotta do right now.”

Another shaky exhale from Azzi. Another quiet sound that let Paige know she was starting to unravel in her arms.

“I got you,” Paige said again, firmer this time, her voice like a promise. “You hear me, baby? You’re mine now I swear I got you.”

Azzi nodded, her voice nearly lost beneath her moans as she whispered, “Paige…”

“I know, baby,” Paige said softly, her lips brushing along Azzi’s jaw. “I know.”

Azzi’s hands moved to grip Paige’s wrists, pushing her in deeper. Her breathing grew louder, faster, like she couldn’t keep up with the pace her body wanted to set.

“You’re so beautiful, Azzi,” Paige whispered, her words flowing off of her tongue easily, wrapping around Azzi. “Everything about you…I can’t get enough of you.”

Heat pooled in Azzi’s stomach, her whole body humming with need. She lifted her gaze, meeting Paige’s blue eyes. The look Azzi gave Paige only spurred her on, a smirk growing on her lips as she quickend her pace. Azzi moved forward, crashing her lips into Paige’s in a desperate kiss, Paige swallowing every sound Azzi let out as soon as their lips met, the kiss matching Paige’s movements.

When they pulled apart to catch their breaths, their chests were heaving, eyes locking again. Paige’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of Azzi—completely exposed for her. Her hair was damp, strands sticking to her flushed skin, and her eyes were blown wide, hazy with desire.

Paige’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of it hung in the air. “Fuck I love you, Azzi.”

Azzi tightened around Paige’s fingers at the words, her eyes fluttering shut at the impact, and her legs began to tremble. Her chest constricted as the weight of those three words settled.

“Fuck, say it again, baby,” Azzi begged, her voice shaky, needy.

Paige’s heart thudded in her chest. She tightened her grip on Azzi, pushing deeper into her—lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “I’m in love with you Azzi.”

Those words seemed to send Azzi over the edge, her hands grasping at Paige as she let out a slew of whimpers and moans unraveling completely as Paige helped her ride out the sensation. Eventually Azzi’s body went slack in Paige’s arms as she fought to catch her breath.

Azzi’s eyes opened again, this time a little wider, filled with emotion as she locked eyes with Paige. In that moment, Paige felt like she could see everything — every piece of Azzi, every piece of her heart.

Paige swallowed, thickly her own body trembling as she looked at Azzi. Before kissing her gently for a few moments as Azzi caught her breath.

Once Azzi’s body relaxes against Paige’s, her breath finally even, she mumbles, “I’m so fucking easy.”

Paige chuckles softly, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear. “It’s okay, baby. I tend to have that effect.”

Azzi narrows her eyes before she pinches Paige’s side, making Paige yell in pain.

“Ow! What the hell?!” Paige cries, rubbing the spot with an exaggerated pout.

Azzi laughs, shaking her head at Paige’s reaction as she steps out of the bath.

Paige continues to pout, still rubbing the sore spot on her side. “You’re so mean,” she whines dramatically.

Azzi rolls her eyes and leans back over the tub, her lips pressing against Paige’s gently. “Better?” she asks.

Paige hums in response, a smile forming on her face as she nods. “Yeah, much better,�� she says with a satisfied sigh. Paige climbs out of the bath, wrapping a towel around herself, letting the fabric settle over her body as she turns to look at Azzi.

Paige catches Azzi already looking and raises an eyebrow. “What?” she asks, amusement in her voice as she raises an eyebrow.

Azzi smiles softly, her voice playful but sincere as she steps closer. “You love me?”

Paige laughs quietly. “I do.”

Azzi’s heart skips a beat and she steps into Paige’s space, wrapping her arms around Paige’s neck. She looks into Paige’s eyes, a faint blush creeping over her cheeks. “I love you,” Azzi whispers.

Paige tilts her head slightly, her eyes searching Azzi’s face. “Yeah?”

Azzi nods, her hands slipping into Paige’s hair to pull her a little closer. “I was waiting for you to say it first,” she admits, a grin tugging at her lips.

Paige laughs, shaking her head. “Of course you were,” she mumbles under her breath, amused by Azzi’s unspoken expectations.

Azzi begins walking backwards towards Paige’s bed, gently pulling Paige with her. Her voice is lower now. “I want you to show me how much you love me, P.”

Paige grins, licking her lips as her eyes slowly roam over Azzi’s bare frame. “Yeah?”

Azzi bites her lip, stopping at the edge of the bed. “Mhmm,” she hums. She sinks back onto the mattress, propping herself up on her elbows for a moment, just long enough to watch the way Paige’s eyes follow her. Then she lays all the way down, exposing herself completely as she spreads her legs looking up at Paige with the kind of anticipation that blows Paige’s mind.

Paige just stares for a second before she mutters under her breath, “Thank you, God.”

Then she’s dropping her towel and climbing onto the bed, eyes never leaving Azzi as she moves between her legs, hands already reaching for her like she’s something sacred.

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koralira-kira · 1 month ago

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CAUGHT IN 4K ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆k. bakugo⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

pairings : k. bakugo x reader

genre : crack, slice of life, secret established relationship

synopsis : For months, Y/N and Bakugo have vehemently denied any romantic involvement, brushing off their friends' relentless suspicions. But when the duo continuously ditches group plans at the exact same time, the squad smells something fishy. Determined to uncover the truth, Mina and the gang launch Operation: Busted Lovebirds, a full-blown spy mission complete with disguises, walkie-talkies, and the worst secret-agent skills imaginable.

Their investigation leads them on a wild chase through cafes, parks, and trains—culminating in what they believe is undeniable evidence of a secret relationship. But just when they think they’ve cracked the case, Y/N and Bakugo drop a bombshell: they knew they were being followed the whole time. Oh, and they’ve been dating for five whole months.

Cue the collective meltdown.

warnings : nothing (but lemme know if there's any)

wc : 896

notes : Doing another fic! (as if i don't have my finals tomorrow🤡) Anyways hope you enjoy this one LOL. This not rlly one of my best works cuz of the upcoming finals situation going on, but hey! at least i got to write this thought out. I'm rlly finna be busy around this week and the next fam, cuz school rlly be hurtin me rn (pray for me).

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“We’re Not Dating!”

It had been months. MONTHS of relentless teasing from their so-called “friends.” Every time someone so much as breathed in Y/N and Bakugo’s direction, there’d be smirks, winks, and not-so-subtle comments.

“Come on, just admit it already!” Kaminari whined, flopping onto the common room couch.

“We ain’t got time for your shitty fantasies,” Bakugo snapped, arms crossed.

“Yeah, you guys are delusional,” Y/N added, rolling her eyes.

And yet, something wasn’t adding up. Because every single time there were group plans—arcade nights, mall hangouts, even a simple movie night—both Y/N and Bakugo would mysteriously back out.

“I got something important to do.”

“Same, can’t make it.”

It had become a pattern. And patterns? Patterns were SUSPICIOUS.

The Investigation Begins

Mina was the first to piece it together. “Guys, do you realize that every time we hang out, they suddenly have an ‘important thing’?”

"These two have been avoiding group plans at the exact same time for months. MONTHS!"

"Coincidence? I think the fuck NOT," Kaminari added, pointing accusingly at nothing in particular.

Sero furrowed his brows. “You’re right. It’s like, synchronized.”

Kirishima rubbed his chin dramatically. “Ain’t that kinda… odd?”

“We need to get to the bottom of this,” Uraraka said, slamming a hand on the table like they were in some FBI meeting.

Jirou smirked. “Oh yeah? And how do you propose we do that? Interrogate them?”

Mina’s grin was borderline evil. “No, Jirou. We follow them.”

Silence.

Then a chorus of “OOOHHHH” filled the room as everyone leaned in closer.

“That’s actually genius,” Kaminari said in awe.

“Of course it is,” Mina replied smugly. “We’re going undercover.”

A few minutes later, the friend groups were split into teams, armed with walkie-talkies (because, obviously, espionage is nothing without proper communication).

“We tail them the next time they ‘coincidentally’ ditch our plans,” Mina explained. “Everyone, get your disguises ready.”

And so, Operation: Busted Lovebirds was born.

It started with Y/N leaving the dorms. Hoodie up. Casual outfit. Very suspicious.

“Target has left the building,” Uraraka whispered into her walkie-talkie.

“Copy that. We have visual,” Jirou responded from a different location.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the campus, Bakugo was heading in the exact same direction—also in casual clothes.

“Bro, he’s going the same way,” Sero said, squinting through his sunglasses.

“They’re so busted,” Kirishima muttered.

And so the chase began.

The squad, dressed in the most unsubtle disguises imaginable (think sunglasses, hoodies, and even fake mustaches for some reason), followed Y/N and Bakugo through multiple stores, on and off buses, and even into random side streets.

The entire time, the walkie-talkies were alive with whispered updates:

"Suspect is currently looking at flowers. I repeat, flowers. Is this a date thing? Are we looking at romance??"

"Negative. Subject has walked past the flowers. I repeat, NO FLOWERS PURCHASED. Romance is still questionable."

The groups followed through alleyways, parks, and even boarded the same damn train just to keep up with the two. They were like a squad of extremely unskilled secret agents.

“Status update?”

“Target is stopping near a coffee shop.”

“Target is ORDERING COFFEE.”

“SHE PICKED A TABLE FOR TWO.”

“…DO YOU THINK IT’S A DATE?”

Mina glared at Kaminari. “No, she’s obviously planning to have a deep philosophical discussion with herself. OF COURSE IT’S A DATE.”

Fifteen minutes later, the bell above the coffee shop dinged.

And in walked Katsuki Bakugo.

Silence.

Then—

“TARGET TWO HAS ARRIVED.”

“HE’S SITTING ACROSS FROM HER.”

“HOLY SHIT.”

Phones were out. Pictures were taken. Evidence secured.

Following the Lovebirds

The “couple” continued their day, completely unaware that their friends were on their tails.

Coffee shop? Check.

Walk in the park? Check.

Mini shopping spree? Check.

Train ride back to the dorms? Check.

The spies had seen ENOUGH.

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The next day at school, Y/N and Bakugo sat at their usual lunch table, completely unbothered.

Too unbothered.

The entire squad, however, was dying to spill the tea.

“So…” Mina started, barely containing her excitement.

“So?” Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“We know, you sneaky little bastards,” Kaminari said, pointing dramatically.

Y/N blinked. “Know what?”

“We followed you,” Jirou smirked, pulling out her phone. “Busted.”

The two glanced at each other, then at the group.

And smirked.

“Yeah, we saw you idiots,” Bakugo said nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink.

Silence.

“EXCUSE ME?” Mina nearly choked.

“Yeah,” Y/N added. “Like, after the second train, it was obvious.”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!” Sero cried.

“Because it was funny watching you all stumble around like a bunch of morons,” Bakugo snorted.

Uraraka gasped. “So you mean to tell me we went through all that for nothing?!”

“Oh, it wasn’t for nothing.” Y/N smirked. “It was very entertaining.”

“But wait—how long have you guys actually been together?” Kirishima asked, eyes narrowed.

Bakugo leaned back with a cocky grin. “Five months.”

Five. Months.

Dead silence.

Then—

“FIVE MONTHS?!” Everyone collectively screamed.

“You guys are the worst,” Mina groaned. “We were out here thinking we cracked the case when you’ve been dating this whole time?!”

Bakugo just smirked, throwing an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “Better luck next time, dumbasses.”

And with that, Operation: Busted Lovebirds ended in absolute defeat.

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fin

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captivating-flavors · 22 days ago

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mine | caleb

pairing: college au caleb x non mc reader

prompt: -

summary: you're going on a date. caleb wants to stop you.

words: 1,221

warning(s): possessiveness, obsessiveness, mc being referred to as caleb's adoptive sister

a/n: ok its like almost 3am and i got work tmr lol but i got so inspired whilst i was on my way home from work today so i kinda just finished this like half an hour ago and in one sitting and so yeah this is pretty much unedited andddd i sort of told @mayooness that i might make a part two of this into either a jealous caleb smut or fluff but i still dk (also putting into consideration the fact that i suck at writing smut, so the jury is still out) anywaysss enjoy? reblogs, comments and feedbacks are much appreciated <3

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Caleb is a Grade A pretender. Especially when it comes to you.

The first time was in ninth grade, when he had to pretend that he didn’t have a crush on his adoptive sister’s best friend, as she teased him for his attentiveness towards her best friend as he handed you his umbrella and had to walk through the rain home.

The second time was two days after the first incident, when he had to pretend that he was fine as one of his classmates asked you out.

The third time was later that day when he had to pretend that he had no feelings whatsoever towards you when his sister teased him for being jealous of the classmate who asked you out.

Of course, with them being tight as thieves, she knew he was lying. The three of you grew up together, so of course she also knew that he had a huge crush on you. She knew she wouldn’t mind you dating him, all she wanted was for the two most important people in her life to be happy and if that’s with each other then so be it.

From then on, Caleb has definitely lost count of the times he had to pretend that you were nothing more than his friend or his sister’s best friend.

That ends today, though.

Ah yes, he should probably start with a little bit of a life update and context first.

It was yours and Caleb’s second year of college and you had just been cheated on by your moron of an ex a few months ago. Caleb had been there for you, as he always was. He comforted you, kept you company, even warded off unwanted advances from the other guys on campus.

The pretty, heartbroken art major. That was what people were saying about you, unbeknownst to you of course (because Caleb made sure of it!). Your douchebag of an ex had cheated on you with a professor and it even made headlines for a local newspaper, so of course it was like an open secret.

It had been a few months, but you still weren’t ready to date, obvious by how you kept rejecting advances here and there (fret not, the creeps and the ones who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer were all handled by Caleb!), or so Caleb thought. When he heard from his sister, who went to a different college, that you called her to tell her that you had a date with ’Devon’ from Art History, he knew he had to rush to your apartment.

The two of you lived in the same apartment building, but he lived on the floor above you. The two of you had each other’s keys so it was normal for the two of you to drop by unannounced at each other’s places.

“Y/N? You home?” Caleb called out as he closed and locked the door of your apartment behind him.

“In here!” You responded, your voice slightly muffled, coming from the direction of your bedroom.

Caleb walked past the entry way and the kitchen to get to your room. As he reached the open door of your room, he saw that you were wearing a bathrobe and that your hair and makeup was done. There were also several dresses laid out on your bed.

Oh, how it killed him to know that you had dolled yourself up so, so prettily for someone else.

“Perfect timing! I need your input.” You beamed.

“What for?” The pretender was back at it again.

“Which one looks better? This one?” You asked as you held out a yellow sundress in front of you before putting it on your bed and grabbing the other dress, “Or this one?” You asked again, this time holding a light blue midi dress.

“The blue one. Where are you off to?” Caleb tried his best to keep his tone to his usual light and cheery tone.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did we have plans for tonight?” You said distractedly as you grabbed the yellow dress and turned to put it back on your closet. Caleb could only watch as you walked towards your bathroom with the blue dress in your hand.

“No… we don’t. But I was about to ask if you wanted to go to that new café that just opened a week ago. I knew you wanted to try their cheesecake.” He answered as he heard the shuffling sounds of you changing in your bathroom.

“Oh. I can’t… uh… I’m going on a date tonight.” You responded as you walked out of the bathroom, now wearing the light blue dress he had chosen. The sight of you looking so beautiful sent short circuited his brain and it was like no words could come out of him at the moment.

He blinked and tried to keep it together before saying, “Oh? Whom with?”

“This guy from my Art History class. His name’s Devon.”

“That… sounds nice.” No, no it doesn’t. He wanted to delete the guy from the face of the earth.

You gathered your phone and purse and walked towards the door as you said, “Yeah, I’m actually running late. He says that he’s picking me up at seven and its…” You put on a pair of heels before pausing to glance at your watch and pointed out, “Oh! Won’t you look at that. I’m already five minutes late. I gotta run. See you later, Caleb!”

No. No. No! There was no way he was going to let you go on that date. Especially when you’re dolled up that pretty! There was also no way that he’s letting you go to another jerk who didn’t know you as well as he did. He didn’t even know this ‘Devon’ guy, but Caleb was sure that the guy didn’t deserve you and won’t be able to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

You reached out your hand and opened the door to your apartment. The door, unfortunately, didn’t manage to open all the way for you to go through. Caleb rushed towards you and planted his palm on the door, slamming it back shut.

“Caleb.” You said, trying to stay calm and not flip out at the fact that Caleb was going to make you extra late, “What the heck are you doing?”

Caleb had your back flushed against his chest, “Caleb. Let me go.” You still had your hand around the handle of your apartment door.

He took your hand and spun you around, so you’d face him, before planting both his hands right on the door, caging you.

“What are you doing?” You asked once more, looking up at his much taller frame.

Caleb looked down, let out a dark chuckle before looking right back at you, “I can’t let you go.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re mine. I’ll be damned if I let you go on a date with another man. Not again.” He leaned down and moved his face closer to yours.

You gulped. You had never been this close to him, so of course there was an unfamiliar nervousness that crept down your spine, “Caleb, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been right here all along. When are you going to realize that?” He said darkly before slamming his lips onto yours.

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crazyk-imagine · 9 months ago

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The One with the Sneaking Around

Pairing: Joey Tribibani x Female!reader

Characters: Joey Tribbiani, Female!reader, Monica Geller, Ross Geller, Rachel Green, Phoebe Buffay, Chandler Bing

Warnings: Fluff, Monica pulled a Ross, this was like so effing cute to write, I forgot how much I love friends, even though I rewatch it so much, literally like I need more Joey content, honestly just more friend content, I love them so much, Ross knew nothing, Monicia is overprotective, Chandler was baffled, Phoebe was oddly delighted, Rachel was lost in the sauce lol

Word Count: 1,272

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He pulls you closer and pecks your lips once more.

You giggle and place a hand on his chest, “I told you; I need to go.”

He sticks his bottom lip out. “Can’t you stay for breakfast.”

You look from one eye to the other, patting his chest. “I told you; I need to leave before Monica finds out.”

“She wouldn’t find out. No one has and it's been six months, come on. Please,” he begs.

“And this has been our routine to prevent anyone from finding out.”

“Isn’t there any way I could… persuade you?”

You smile and cup his cheek. “Maybe next time.” You peck his lips before slipping your shoes on and grabbing your bag.

You glance up, catching him watching you. “What are you doing?”

He shrugs, leaning against the doorway. “Just watching you.”

“That’s not creepy.”

He chuckles. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yep, Monica’s dragging me to hang out with you guys.”

He nods, “alright.”

You stand in front of him, placing your hand on the back of his neck, playing with the short hair there. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

He gives you a halfhearted smile. “Yeah.”

You peck his lips, “I put some extras in the fridge for you.”

“You’re the best.”

“I know. Bye, J.” You close the door and find Chandler reaching for the newspaper.

You open your mouth to respond but can’t find an answer and bolt down the stairs.

The sarcastic man runs into the apartment across from him and barges through the door.

Joey turns around, with a mouth full of food. “What?”

You enter the apartment with Monica in tow behind you.

“Come on, tell me.”

You scoff, “no.”

“Please.”

“No, Mon. I will not tell you about it.”

“Just one detail, that’s all I’m asking.”

You set your bag down on the kitchen table, “Mon, no. I am a big girl, and I am not going to tell you.”

She pouts.

“What are we not sharing?” Rachel chimes in.

You roll your eyes, “guys please.”

“It’s about that guy, isn’t it?” Phoebe adds.

“Mister best you’ve ever had?” Rachel nods.

You throw your head back and groan, “this is not what I wanted to deal with today.”

“What’s this about the best you’ve ever had?” Chandler chimes in.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, “nothing.”

“Huh, I mean, you know that’s funny.” He starts off. “Because I heard something similar to that the other day.”

You shrug and head towards the fridge, “really?”

“Yeah, Joe was just telling me about this girl he’s been seeing.”

“Joey, I didn’t realize you were dating anyone?” Monica says.

He chuckles before turning to his best friend and giving him a hard look. “Uh- yeah, you know we’re not serious or anything, which is what we both talked about, and it’s been- it’s been fun.” He leans against the fridge.

You close the door and sneak looks at him. “Really? How interesting for you, J.”

Phoebe furrows her brows, wondering why the two of you are acting weird and then it clicks.

Chandler shakes his head and mimics her to keep quiet.

“I didn’t realize you were also seeing someone," you add.

“Well, I mean, I’m not seeing her, but we do have some fun.”

Monica rolls her eyes and makes her way around the kitchen to make dinner.

You turn and walk towards the couch, sitting down on the sofa to watch tv.

Naturally, like every other time you’ve hung out with everyone, you two sit together.

He sits beside you and you place your hand on the back of his neck to lightly scratch it and play with the short hair there.

Rachel tilts her head and realizes that’s your move.

You told her whenever you’re with a guy and you’re into him that’s how you would see if you two had any chemistry.

Phoebe pulls her back, letting Chandler tell her she can’t tell anyone.

“You can barely keep a secret,” she points at him. “I found out this morning when she left his apartment and it’s killing me, I feel faint.”

Ross enters and makes his way to the couch in search of you. “I found him.”

“Who?” You tilt your head.

“The perfect guy for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You told me you liked the guy from my office, and I asked if he was looking to date anyone, he said yes and asked about you.”

You uncurl your feet from under your thighs. “Ross, that was months ago.”

“Was it?” He thinks back, “anyway I was just thinking, there is a convention tomorrow and he’s going to be there.”

“I,” you groan, “you know I can’t say no to it.”

“So, you’ll go?”

“I,” you glance back at Joey, who keeps his gaze on the tv. “Can I think about it?”

He cringes, “I already bought the tickets.”

“Ross!”

“It’s not even a date, it’s just- it’s just a meeting.”

“I’m not there for him.”

“Okay, fine. Don’t go for him, go for you.”

You roll your eyes and shove him away.

“Hey, hey. Don’t shove the messenger.”

You walk into the apartment, immediately removing your boots and then aim for the bathroom to remove your earrings and makeup.

You exit the bathroom and pull your hair tie out of your hair as the door to Joey’s bedroom opens.

“Hey.”

You glance over at him and continue what you’re doing.

“How was it?” He asks, genuinely wanting to hear about your night.

“It was good, I learned a lot.” You spin around and gesture to the zipper of your maxi dress, “help.”

He pulls down the zipper, slowly, thinking about- “I’m sorry.”

“For what, Joe?”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him. “For gettin’ jealous.”

“Why did you?”

He gets quiet and rests his head against your shoulder.

“I- I don’t know why you got so upset Joe, you know I’m not seeing anyone else, even though we said if we ever wanted to all we had to do was talk-”

“That’s the thing.”

You furrow your brows and unlink his hands, holding them once you spin around to face him. “What’s the thing?”

“I don’t-” His brows knitted together as he thought of the words to say.

“Talk to me, honey,” you cup his cheek. “I don’t know how to help you if you don’t talk.”

“I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”

You owlishly blink, “that’s- that’s not fair.”

“How is that not fair?”

“You’re going out with other girls and the one time-”

“I haven’t been with another girl for the last seven months.”

You jerk your head back, thinking back to when the two of you started this situationship. “But that was before we- Joey, are you-”

He cups your cheeks, “I really like you and I want you to be my girlfriend. I’ll even fight Monica if I have to.”

You can’t help but smile and wrap your arms around his waist, “let’s hope it doesn’t come to that because I really like you too.”

“Oh my god!”

Your eyes widen as do Joey’s.

“My best friend and my Joey!”

“Mon- mon, don’t-”

He puts himself in front of you, curling his arm around your waist. “I started it. We are dating, we’re together.”

She pauses to stare over his shoulder to look at you and then back at him. Her tough exterior breaks and she embraces him in a hug. “My best friend and my Joey!”

“This sounds vaguely familiar,” Chandler adds.

Rachel smacks his shoulder to which he whines.

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ressjeon · 15 days ago

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whatever you want ⤑ jjk (m.)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you wanted a simple birthday celebration despite Jungkook insisting on doing the opposite. but of course, he can never say no to you.

rating: 18+ | word count: 2.3k

genre/au: smut, fluff, established relationship, birthday!au

warnings/content: explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics (sub!jungkook hehe), slight masochism, pet names, teasing, unprotected sex, oral (fellatio), finger sucking, bathroom sex

a/n: it's been more than two years when i got this ask and i haven't touched this wip ever since but it's my birthday month lol. hello april and happy quarter life to me <3

At first glance, anyone would’ve been fooled by how your boyfriend styles himself. Mostly wears black, has tattoos and piercings and now he’s sporting this mullet which made him extra hot. Every person you encounter would always gush how domineering he must be which made you smile at times because of how wrong they are.

Today's your special day and you didn't know what to do until your boyfriend informed you yesterday of his plan on taking you out on your birthday. He wouldn't tell you where and what you'll be doing though, because it's supposed to be a surprise for you.

Jungkook, your lovely boyfriend has been ready while you're still in the bathroom vanity drying your hair. Even though the two of you are night owls and tend to wake up way later in the day, you usually wake up first due to being a sensitive sleeper but today he beat you up to it. He's probably just excited about what he's planning today.

“baby are you almost done?” he knocks on the door just as you're finishing up. “hmm, come in Kook”.

You never should have asked him to come in because fuck he looks extra hot in his denim-clad outfit. Your boyfriend’s extremely good-looking, even more so with his long-curly mullet but combine it with this outfit? immaculate.

“baby?” he queries and you beckon him closer.

There is confusion on Jungkook’s face when he nears you but maybe you just needed him with something. You wrap your arms on his shoulders as soon as he’s in front of you, scanning his outfit from head to toe.

“are these new?” you asked, padding his light denim jacket. “yeah, do you like it?” he asks, completely oblivious to what you were planning to do to him.

“mhmm” you pull off his jacket which further confused him. Maybe this is what you need him for? You want to wear his jacket? Or buy something similar later so you could match?

You surprise him when you put your face on his clothed chest, nuzzling his white shirt while your hands started caressing both his arms. He turns to kiss your hair, recognizing the shampoo you’re using to be his.

“you smell good baby” you take another breath in, relishing Jungkook's fresh scent, plus another one that fabric softener that you've grown to like.

He always smells so good and it brings you comfort when you’re not in a good mood. However, it also riles you up, making you suddenly so needy in a quick snap.

Your hands begin wandering around the rest of his body at once, reaching down the waistline of his denim. Jungkook’s not sure how to respond to your touches today. You randomly get needy but you haven’t given him any instructions yet.

He didn’t want to initiate anything lest it upsets you.

One of your hands comes up to hold his face, while the other fists on his torso. He stares through your darkening eyes, muttering an “i love you” after calling your name softly.

“i love you too jungkook, so much” your lips met his for a quick kiss but he couldn’t help deepening it, grabbing you by the waist when your hand slid down to his abdomen. You tug the end of Jungkook’s mullet, earning a deep groan from him.

He knows what it means though, so he reluctantly releases you.

“please, baby” his pleading eyes never left yours but you only respond by pulling up the belt loop of his pants. You chuckle a bit, marvelling how tiny his waist is that the pants they sent him are still a bit loose for him.

He gets antsier the more you play around with his shirt, thinking that you want him to take it off but you shake your head.

“i like it on you baby”

As much as you love his gorgeous body, your mood seems to want him on his shirt today. It must be because of his rolled sleeves that showed his muscular arms and his intricate tattoos.

But you know you'll lose control right away if he’s going to be fully naked in front of you.

“is that why you called me here? to make you feel good?” he asked curiously but with excitement. You’re already unbuttoning his pants and he can’t wait to shower you with whatever you want today.

“not really but you looked so hot so i just wanna..” you trail off as you pull down his denim jeans, cupping the existent bulge before massaging it. Your touches have riled him up in the past few minutes, knowing the sensitive parts of his body inside out so it’s no surprise that he’s hard already.

“can i? please baby…”

Jungkook doesn’t know what you're really asking but he sees the glint in your eyes so he nods.

“so hard already hmm” his eyes widen when you suddenly kneel on the floor, making him agitated because he should be the one making you feel good today, not you.

“babe get up, let me eat you out or something” he tries but his quickening breaths give it away. Jungkook does want your mouth on him as it’s always been his favourite when you suck him off.

“no, want this” you huff, pulling down his boxers slowly, revealing his delicious cock you’ve been craving this whole morning.

Of course, like the good boy he is, he doesn’t fight you anymore when you begin pumping his throbbing length. You ponder on playing with the head but tt’s been throbbing in your hand so you swallow it, immediately tasting his pre-cum on your tongue.

Jungkook’s about to remove his shirt this time so it won’t obscure the view of you sucking him off but you slap his toned thigh. You release him after hearing a soft “fuck”, already knowing his love for pain when he twitches in your mouth.

“just pull up your shirt, okay?” you smile wickedly at him before putting his cock back in your mouth.

“i-i should be the one.. making you f-feel good” he whines, the guilt evident in his tone so you release him again, opting to pump his dick instead.

“but you are kookie” you insist, pouting at him. “i feel good by making you feel good too” you look up at him, observing his gaping expression as you keep pumping him faster.

“but–“ he tries again, pulling the edge of his white shirt more to bite it with his teeth, exposing his defined abs to you while grounding himself.

shit, this is gonna be hard for you.

You're already drooling to have him back in your mouth.

“is it not good?” you tease, faking the dismayed tone in your voice and he suddenly panics. One of your hands comes up to stroke his abs and it’s making him incoherent that he almost forgot you’re asking a question until you pinch one of his nipples.

“n-no! it’s good, it's so good fuck but babe i don’t think i’ll last“ he whimpers, chest heaving because he’s nearing his peak. His frantic hand suddenly grabs yours, surprisingly with care given how hard he’s gripping the vanity counter, his knuckles turning white.

You decided to stop teasing him, letting go of his angry cock and he’s almost crying with the way he’s whining in protest. He pulls your hand that he’s holding and brings it to his mouth. He sucks on them including two of his fingers to distract himself. He’ll do anything to shift his mind’s focus instead to stop himself from cumming so soon.

He stops though when you stand up and remove your robe, his needy eyes staring at your tits down to your pussy. You’re fully naked now in front of him and you can clearly see the ounce of control he’s trying to maintain.

“want your cock in me. now” you state as soon as you prop yourself on the counter. Jungkook immediately scrambles to position himself between your legs, the demand in your voice never failing to make his body shiver.

“fuck, i-“ he fumbles, prying your legs wider without missing caressing your thighs in the process. You preen, hands kneading his shoulders before leaning in to give him a quick kiss, the same time he pushes his cock inside you, earning a breathy moan from you both.

He didn’t waste time and pounded you right away, sensing the neediness in your voice. Add that you keep scratching his muscled back with your long, manicured nails, urging him further to quicken his thrusts.

“god kook, you fuck me so good” you reel, pulling his hair as he fucks you with fervour. You can feel his smile against your neck as he pauses to nip your skin.

Jungkook’s roughening up on handling you. Just how you like, not forgetting to whine right by your ear when he’s not leaving marks on your neck. Your back’s gonna be bruised from being pressed against the sink but you don’t care. You love it when Jungkook marks you just as he loves it when you do the same to him.

He senses that you’re close already, wanting to do more but you tighten your legs around his slim waist. Jungkook’s been doing his best to make sure you cum first but he doesn’t wanna stop you again like earlier. He continues kneading every part of your gorgeous body that he can reach, planting his palms behind you.

“shit babe i’m close”

“already? come on baby, cum in me” you coo, wanting nothing more than to be filled up by him. You’ve been noticing his struggle since you teased him earlier but you knew he’s been waiting for your permission. It’s always been your call but today’s a special day so he can't afford to be bratty.

“fuck, i love you baby” his sparkling eyes are looking at you with so much admiration. His hand slips where the two of you meet, rubbing your swollen nubs rapidly until you gush around his cock. Only then he slows down his thrusts, his tip still touching that soft spot inside you.

“love you too…” you choked on your breath, still basking on that amazing orgasm your lovely boyfriend just gave you. “my baby star candy” you add, focusing on playing with his long hair and Jungkook looks away, suddenly feeling shy at the nickname that you came up with after knowing his love of those small, star-shaped sugar candies.

fuck he’s so cute.

This is why you love teasing him always. Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, the pink hue on his cheeks brightening at your nickname of him. You wonder how a man can be so fucking hot and adorable at the same time; all sweaty from fucking you so good and then he’s all smiles, his dimple poking as he pulls out of you.

“oh baby i forgot to tell you, i would’ve bought the cake with us outside but well..” he looks upwards, his bashful smile only made your heart warmer. Smiling fondly, you begin brushing his long hair, “light it up baby”.

He looks like he wanted to say more but not finding the right words. He starts playing on his lip ring, biting his lips while avoiding your eyes.

“is this your gift to me?” you tease and his big eyes widened, the panic in them rising again.

“no no, i mean-i didn’t mean to-" he stutters, clearly nervous but you only chuckle, patting his neck to calm him down.

“it’s okay koo, i’m too tired to go out anyways” you whisper, eyes drifting to his lips, the need to kiss him again coming back.

“okay okay, i’ll prepare it hmm?” he scrambles to clean you up, still a little nervous that he's upset you somehow. You shake your head, gesturing to him to go ahead and prepare his "surprise".

When he leaves, you finally get ready, having to clean up and basically redo everything. You hear Jungkook preparing so you wait until it turns quiet before going out.

The lights were off but thankfully you can maneuver around the living room. Then out of the corner, Jungkook appeared with a round cake filled with strawberry in the middle. The candle burning illuminated the both of you, your smile now so wide while looking at him.

Only then you notice the tripod by the sofa, recording all of these so you waved your hand to it. Jungkook's gonna edit those clips later for sure, the both of you having similar hobbies of storing precious memories.

He's your personal photographer as you are to him. You have a tradition of doing a birthday photoshoot at least. Before meeting him, you used to do it with friends before but as you grew older, it's not just possible to do it anymore with your different schedules.

Jungkook starts singing happy birthday and you sing along while clapping and swaying with the tempo.

"make a wish, baby" he says softly as he places the cake on the table, grabbing his camera from the chair to film you from a different angle.

And you close your eyes to do so.

First, giving thanks for reaching another year of your life and everything else, including having Jungkook in your life. Your birthdays have never felt special these past few years because of your boyfriend's presence, it made them special.

After blowing the candle, Jungkook kisses you right away, a distraction because you felt bits of frosting on your face as soon as he released you. Instead of fighting back, you laugh instead, making faces at him which made him laugh hysterically.

You'll let it slide for today. Maybe.

"time for pictures kook" you raise your eyebrows at him and Jungkook almost choked on the slice of cake he's eating. He drops his plate instantly, smiling at you cutely. You roll your eyes and start posing, all while concocting another plan to use your birthday as an advantage.

You're wearing a mischievous grin, staring at the camera and Jungkook visibly gulps.

It's a special day and that means, special punishments.

e/n: a reminder that i don't do request, this is just a special case :)

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dollfacefantasy · 1 year ago

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Restless Dreams

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon gets home late after another hard day at work to you having some extra sweet dreams.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, wet dream

word count: 3.6k

a/n: hey everyone!! hope you all enjoy this :) i guess i've been into soft leon with somno lately idk LOL. i was kind of tired myself when writing/editing this, so forgive any errors pretty please. new divider from here. thank you for any comments and reblogs <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus

“So what time do you think you’re gonna get here?” you ask before blowing on the drying polish that coats your nails.

“My shift finishes up at 12, and then I gotta file some reports. I’ll probably be done at 1, so not too long after that,” Leon explains through the phone. Despite his attempt to lay it out for you, there’s still a pause, one he came to recognize as your reaction of displeasure. A smile plays on his lips. “But you know the real answer is as soon as I can.”

You look down at your phone on your vanity, a pout forming on your face. Obviously, it wasn’t his fault he had to work so much now. He’d warned you when he started at the police station a few months ago, but it didn’t prepare you for how much you’d miss him.

It made you feel dumb, that nagging, achy feeling of longing in your chest. It wasn’t like he was off to war or something. You still saw him almost everyday. But more and more of his time was consumed by work now. Even when he was with you, he was often exhausted.

Sometimes all you could think about his new job was that he was your boyfriend, not theirs. You’d mentally scold yourself for being so immature when that happened, but the sentiment still lingered in your head.

“Ok…” you say, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hears the dejection in your tone though.

“Baby,” he coos in that voice that sent warmth through your spine and got you to agree with everything he said, “You know I’d rather be with you. I’m just new and have to take the time to learn. Plus, with the caseload and the number of officers here, they need me at the station.”

“I need you more,” you say. You try to pass it off as playfulness, but it comes from real feelings. Your heart was beginning to tense with resentment for the RPD for taking him away so much. You knew the job meant a lot to him though which is why you would never unleash your admittedly petty frustrations.

A low laugh leaves him, and you can hear that loving smirk on his face as his voice comes through your phone’s speaker.

“Do you now? You’re really missing me that much?” he teases, leaning back in the driver’s seat of his cruiser.

He knew that you did in fact miss him that much. And even though, since starting at the police station, he tried to project the image of a tough guy, he missed you just as much. That’s why he started calling you during lulls in his shift.

“Mhm. It’s not fair. It’s like I’m sharing you with the station. And I don’t like sharing,” you say with an exaggerated huff.

“Oh, I know you don’t,” he chuckles. He sighs happily, checking the time to calculate how much time was left before he could have you in his arms again. “But not much longer, baby. Then you get me all to yourself for the whole weekend.”

“I better,” you grumble with a smile.

“I promise you will,” he says genuinely. A light on his dashboard flickers, alerting him that his attention is needed elsewhere. “Just don’t stay up too late waiting for me tonight, ok? Your rest is important.”

“Seeing you is more important,” you respond.

“I know, but I prefer my girl when she’s not all cranky and sleep deprived. So try tonight, sweetheart. For me?” he asks.

“I guess,” you concede. Your heart already aches, knowing he’s about to hang up.

“I love you, baby,” he says softly, “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you too,” you tell him before he disconnects the call.

The silence that falls over your room makes it feel even more empty. You tap the glass screen of your phone, scanning for the time before you finish getting ready for bed. Your mouth curves downward when the numbers light up on the screen.

Only 10:30. Too much time till you’ll hear him come through your front door, but it’s not like you can do anything about it. You haphazardly go through the rest of your routine before dragging yourself over to your bed and getting in.

Sliding between the soft pink sheets, you flop down against your pillow and stare at the ceiling as you contemplate how to kill the time. Nothing grabs your interest because none of it’s him. It’s all just filler.

And worst of all, you were starting to feel sleepy. You wanted to wait up for Leon so badly, but you also went through a whole day of your own that tired you out. Plus, your bed was just so comfy with your plush blankets and full pillows, stuffed animals and frilly decorative cushions scattered on one side.

Thinking it would help to keep your eyes actively focused on something, you try to read. Your eyes scan over the words, and it isn’t long before you realize you’d made a horrible mistake. Moving your eyes along the page only made them more drowsy.

Next you turn on the tv and put on something you didn’t really have to pay attention to. But the soft glow of the tv casts across you and the low chatter of the characters becomes background noise, making it even harder for you to keep your eyes open.

You lazily reach across your bed and grab the bunny stuffie Leon had bought for you a few weeks prior. Tucking it beneath your chin and close to your chest, your drooping eyes fall shut and your breaths become soft and even. Barely any time has gone by before you’re sinking into slumber.

Leon glances down at his phone, the small numbers illuminating 2:04 in the darkness of the hallway. He enters your place with the key you gave him and shuts the door as quietly as possible. He knows you’re sleeping from seeing the dark bedroom. Already feeling guilty for taking longer than he’d expected, he didn’t want to add to that feeling by waking you up.

He makes his way to your room, padding silently down the hall. Once he reaches the door, he pushes it open with almost no force in an attempt to avoid even the slightest creak. You’re where he expected you to be, curled up in your bed, completely peaceful as you slept. He knew he probably looked like a little lovesick puppy right about now, eager to hop into bed and snuggle up to your side, but he didn’t care.

It takes him no time to shed his police uniform. He makes quick work of unlacing his boots and kicking them off. His pants and shirt crumple up at the foot of your bed next to his belt and socks. Finally, once he’s got on a pair of sweatpants he kept at your place, he climbs into bed with you.

He shoves your stuffies and extra pillows out of his way with a playful roll of his eyes and gets as close to you as he can. His arm drapes over you, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, planting a few kisses on the base of your head. You smelled so good, felt so soft, perfect to come home to.

His body melts into the mattress, and he’s ready to give into his own urges to sleep. That is until he notices you’re not as peaceful as you appeared from the doorway. His eyebrows raise as he feels your legs squirming. Restless movements from your feet beneath the covers and your thighs shifting aimlessly against each other.

He’s ready to brush it off at first. ‘Must just be having some wild dreams,’ he thinks with another kiss to your head. But then he hears the faintest sound, so quiet that he probably would have missed it had he been focused on anything else. It’s a whimper. A gentle, tender squeak that slips from between your lips into the cool air of your bedroom.

Now, his face conveys his concern. He worries you’re having a nightmare. That at any moment you’ll wake up with tears in your eyes and your heart pounding out of your chest. Immediately, he begins stroking your arm, kissing your temple, murmuring “It’s ok, baby. I’m here.”

But you make that little noise again, and this time it paints a different picture in Leon’s head. This whimper didn’t sound scared or stressed, like you were crying out for his protection. No, this sound brought to mind images of you writhing beneath him, nails marking his biceps with small crescents as he pumped himself in and out of you.

He shakes his head because that couldn’t be it. That’s just his horny mind creating things that aren’t there from being so pent up.

At least that’s what he tells himself until you make the noise again. It brings the same memories up, but this time he’s even more sure of it. He lifts his head off of yours to look down at you and try to figure out what to do next.

You look so cute, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted. As he brushes some hair from your face, he notices your fingers clutching your stuffed rabbit a little tighter. Your breath hitches for a moment before you let out a soft, sleepy whine of his name.

It’s unmistakable now what’s going on. He smirks and traces a finger over your lips. The pad of his index finger drags on your bottom lip slightly, turning your mouth into that pout he loved so much. He leans and kisses your cheek as you whine again.

“Please.”

He chuckles at how needy you sound even in your sleep, but at the same time, your voice has blood rushing to his cock while his head swirls with desire. He shifts his own hips, subtly pressing his erection against your ass. His eyes flutter at the minute pleasure. He grows more bold, and his hand rubs your hip before coasting up your side to your chest, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

You whimper louder and squirm. He squeezes again softly while lowering his head to your neck to lay some tender kisses on the side of your throat. His palm leaves your tits and smooths down over your tummy in the direction of your shorts.

Cautiously, he maneuvers his hand past the waistband and dips into your panties. He cups your pussy, feeling the heat radiating off the area. A single finger slides between your folds in almost an exploratory touch. He feels your slick all over his digit. Clearly, this dream was a pretty good one.

He begins to use another finger, sliding the two up and down through your wetness. You roll onto your back, your breasts rising and falling as your breath gets heavier. Your thighs spread a little as if you subconsciously sensed his presence between your legs.

In your dreams, Leon was doing a lot more than rubbing you with his fingers. After you had fallen asleep, it felt like no time had passed. All of the sudden you were just on the table in your dining room, spread out for his rapture.

You didn’t realize you were dreaming, everything felt so real. To you, he was really there, looking down at you with those loving yet lecherous eyes. Hands roaming your exposed body, lips caressing your skin all over. Everything seemed light and airy while also feeling heavy and thick. Your head, filled with clouds, slipped in and out of the moment. The sensation of him rutting his cock between your thighs and sliding inside of you was your reality at the moment.

In actual reality, Leon continues to move his fingers slowly, swiping them over your entrance and taking them back up to circle your clit. You mewl when he applies some pressure, sending sparks through you. Your squirming becomes more motivated, and he can tell your drifting away from your restful sleep back toward consciousness.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice huskier with arousal this time around.

You hear his voice in your dreams. The deep rumble enters your ears as you envision his hips pistoning into your wanting cunt. You mumble something in response, but he can’t understand the sleepy babbling. He rubs your clit a little harder with some more speed. You twitch in response, yet your eyes remain closed.

“I know, baby. I know it feels so good,” he coos and kisses behind your ear.

More incoherent words fall from your mouth. He sucks love bites into your neck, and you tilt your head back, craving more of that feeling. The dream version of him began mimicking the actions of the real Leon as you neared waking.

Whining louder, your fingers dig into the smooth fur of your plush bunny before letting it go. He nips at the sensitive skin of your throat as his fingers travel down and push inside your heat.

The feeling rips a moan from you and causes your eyes to open. Your back arches as he works them deeper. Your hips wriggle a little as you make sense of what’s happening.

“Leon?” you whimper. Your sleepy eyes struggle to stay open after being torn from the fog of sleep.

“That’s right, baby. It’s just me. You were having some nice dreams, weren’t you, pretty girl?” he says.

“Mhm,” you hum mindlessly.

“About me?” he teases, eyes watching your body fidget with the pleasure you felt.

“About you,” you confirm before he leans down and kisses your lips. They were so soft against his own. He slowly moves his mouth with yours and languidly slides his tongue against yours.

You moan into the kiss as his fingers curl within you and hit your favorite spot. Your feet lightly kick at the sensation. Your hips rise a little as you feel the flood gates holding your release about to break.

You’re too sleepy to tell him out right, but he knows the signs. He keeps working you there until your body seizes and arches off the bed. You let out a throaty moan and turn your head to bury your face against his shoulder.

“There you go. Let it all out, sweetheart,” he whispers and kisses your head.

You ride out the high on his hand, and by the time you’re done, you’re ready to fall asleep again. Your mind is hazy with the fog of release. You’re drifting off as your body settles without even realizing it.

You’re only yanked back to reality by Leon scooping you up into his lap. He’s sitting with his back to the headboard, and he situates you between his thighs, back against his chest. His arms keep you caged in nice and close, safe and warm.

“Don’t fall asleep again just yet, babydoll,” he murmurs while kissing up your neck.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder. The fight to stay awake gets a little easier as his hand returns to your soaked panties. He doesn’t tease this time, just slides in two fingers and starts moving them in and out.

The new angle makes you squirm and whine, but he holds you tight in place with his free arm.

“Gotta work you open, honey. Can’t just slide my dick in you with no warm up,” he says with a smirk.

His voice pulls you towards lucidity a little more. Your hands wrap around his free arm for support while your hips instinctively roll into his blissful touch.

“I missed you,” you choke out between gasps and whimpers.

“I know you did,” he teases, grinning against your throat. His cock throbs against the small of your back as his ears latch onto the sound of your slick around his fingers. “Came home to cuddle with my sweet girl, and I find her having such dirty dreams.”

Your cheeks heat up as you start to piece together what had happened. You fully realize now that your escapade on the kitchen table was entirely in your mind. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the feeling dies pretty quick as you rapidly approach the edge for a second time.

“Not my fault,” you whimper shyly.

He chuckles and kisses your temple once more. “I know it’s not. If anything, it’s mine. I think I’ve been neglecting my baby,” he says with a mocking lilt in his voice.

You cry out as his fingers brush against those same spots that brought you to the finish last time. Your hips twitch, and you grip his thighs as your peak rises within you. Moments later your cumming all over his fingers, sucking in a harsh breath as a second release courses through you, even more intense then the last.

His free arm keeps you secure against his chest while rubbing your side soothingly. The heel of his other palm roughly massages your clit as his fingers pump in and out.

“Good girl,” he coos, “That’s it, just one more and then I can put you to sleep how you deserve.”

As soon as you seem to be coming down, Leon lifts you up again, tugging your clothes off and moving your body around like a doll to get you in the position he wants. You were definitely more pliant after two orgasms, but you could also see how his training had been paying off. Maybe this new job wasn’t all bad.

He has you on your back now, thighs against your chest and knees hooked over his arms. Again, he had no patience to tease right now, so after pushing his sweats down to mid thigh, he takes his cock and slides it in you with no hesitation. He groans as your hole takes him in, your walls pulsing around him even after he bottoms out.

“So wet. I can just slide right in,” he mumbles as his own hips twitch.

Your eyes droop at the stretch. It always felt so satisfying, having him buried balls deep in you. As close as he could possibly be. No fear of him leaving or pain of being separated. You whine and reach up to pull him closer.

He follows along and rests his face against your neck as he begins thrusting. You hear him panting right in your ear. His hands grip your hips so hard you know there’ll be marks.

“Perfect pussy’s made for me,” he grunts while snapping his hips, “Miss it every second I’m not inside it.”

You nod lazily as you continue to clamp down around him. After two releases, you didn’t even feel a building ecstasy anymore, just a constant stream of pleasure.

“Leon,” you whine, “Harder. Wanna feel it.”

He moans at your plea but indulges you, grabbing you harder, pressing your legs higher, filling you deeper.

“Wanna be sore after, don’t you, sweetheart? Want a reminder of me while I’m at work. Something to tide you over till I can do this again. Won’t have to rely on dreams then, right?” he says.

“Yeah,” you whimper. Your bed creaks as he picks up the pace, but your moans mask the sound as they grow in volume.

He fucks into you over and over, stoking the flames within himself, trying to build to that explosion. You were so tight, so warm. He hums another low moan and whimpers softly as he feels it right there. He gasps softly before holding you tighter and muttering in your ear.

“Ready for another one, honey? Gonna be the last one and then we’ll get you comfy and off to sleep.”

“Yeah,” you moan again, unable to say much else.

“Good… good girl,” he moans before his hips buck wildly and he finally releases.

You finish for a third time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you. You feel the hot flood of cum he fucks into you. His chest is heaving now too as he recovers from the high.

He stays on top of you for a moment before pulling out. You cling harder upon losing that full feeling. He smiles at your desire to be close to him and gives you one more kiss before sitting up.

“So sweet to me, baby. I hope that made up for the late night,” he whispers and strokes your hair.

“It did,” you say with a nod. Your eyes were already shutting again, ready to go back to sleep after being fucked so good.

He looks at you with all the love in the world as he pulls his sweats up. He then helps you pull your panties and shirt back on, trying to laugh at your sleepy, half-assed movements.

After that, he gets you all tucked in next to him, snuggled up in his arms like he originally intended. He even grabs that stuffed bunny he got you and fits it close to you in case you want it.

“Get some rest, honey. You need it,” he whispers while rubbing your back.

“Mhm,” you respond tiredly, “You too. You’re all mine for the weekend, and I don’t want you tired out the whole time.”

“Alright, but I’m gonna be tired out if we do some more of that again tomorrow,” he jokes. He pulls you close to him and shuts his eyes, nestling his head against yours and settling in to rest.

That puts a smile on your face and you nuzzle him once more before letting yourself fall asleep for the night.

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