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joocomics · 3 months ago

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ಬ scaredy cat

pairing: non-idol!yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 1.9k

contains: friends with benefits trope, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names, fingering, overstimulation (f!rec), hickeys

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During the slow boring hours of work the other day you created a list with the pros and cons of possibly dating Yeonjun.

For a while now he’s been throwing you signals about getting serious (more often than not), so you thought it would be a good idea to look at this more thoroughly, and kill some time until your shift is finally over. Aware of the already strong feelings you have for him you grab a pen and start writing…

… funny and reliable

likes to cuddle but not clingy

great sense of fashion

(extremely) good at sex

has a super cool tv …

“Is this why you've been coming over more often these days?” Yeonjun returns into the living room with drinks in hand. After sitting down on the edge of the couch which he transforms into a comfy bed every time you're here, he turns to you with a raised brow. “To watch your disgusting movies on my new TV?”

“My disgusting movies are well written cinematic experiences that you're too big of a scaredy cat to recognize the full worth of.” You explain, crossing arms in front of your chest. “And they're even cooler on your TV, so to answer your question, yes.”

Yeonjun rolls his eyes at you, but you can notice there’s a half-smile creeping up on his plump lips as he looks away with amusement.

“Actually,” you say almost through laughter which brings Yeonjun’s attention back to you, “recently I made a list with your good and bad qualities and your new TV made it.”

“That's not a quality.”

Now you’re the one who rolls eyes before glancing back at the screen.

“Just be grateful it's there to fill up space in the pros column.”

“So what are my bad qualities?” Yeonjun asks intrigued just when the main character of the horror film screams hysterically at the sight of yet another body, causing his heart to jump. He flinches at the sudden sound and instantly turns his back to the screen. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, who watches this kind of shit for fun?!”

You watch him scooting over and laugh at his attempts to avoid seeing the screen while doing so as the horrible scene unfolds on the large TV.

He positions next to you and now you're shoulder to shoulder.

“I still haven't gotten to them.”

“Don't waste your time,” he sighs, adjusting against the pillow, “I don't have any.”

“Don't be so sure about that.” You quickly respond, “I had to get back to work and then I forgot.”

“Because I don't have any.” He repeats after tittering. He finally dares to glance at the screen as it seems that the gory scene has passed.

“You get jealous pretty easily.” You state cautiously, wanting to shoot him a discreet look so bad, but you resist.

You also want to add, and pretty obviously, but you keep that detail for yourself as you remember how overprotective he was the other night at the birthday party you were invited to. It resulted into you getting asked the same question over and over again. Your friends were having a hard time believing you’re not dating.

Yeonjun remains silent for a moment as he tilts his head to see you. He leans in, just a little bit, to make your cheeks warm from the sudden closeness; to bring goosebumps across your skin from his mouth being close enough to your ear as he speaks through low voice.

“So it’s a bad thing that I don’t like sharing what’s mine?”

His gaze holds onto yours causing the fireworks into your stomach to ignite even harder. It’s like your heart stops for a second, and your brain as well, making the task to come up with a good answer on time challenging. It’s so obvious at this point that you’re taking too much time; too fumbled by the last word in his sentence. And especially by how much you like its presence there; how you’re already getting used to the sound of it in his voice.

Your lips part, not to speak, but to kiss him instead when another jumpscare makes him wince.

Too busy to hide his face into your chest, he only groans in despair, simultaneously pulling the blanket over your tangled bodies. One airy shit! slips from beneath it. The dramatic spine-chilling soundtrack overpowers the cussing, but you catch it nevertheless.

He sounds as if he's the one being tortured.

“Poor baby,” you tease him by cooing. “Is this too scary for you?”

He murmurs something about you shutting your mouth, but the anguish is making his frustrated words incoherent.

“How much left till the end?”

“Like an hour and a half,” you start running your fingertips through his dark hair as he adjusts even further into your arms. His head finds a comfortable spot onto your chest.

“I’ll just close my eyes for a little while…” his voice is slower than a moment ago, and you hum softly in agreement.

It’s almost like your familiar scent can lull him to sleep despite the scary movie playing in the background. He can feel his muscles loosen up, his mind relaxing with each peaceful breath you take.

Until the noise of a new jumpscare comes to frighten him again.

“I will add this in my cons list by the way.” You cackle.

Yeonjun’s brows furrow, but you can’t see his irritated eyes, because his face is hidden into your neck.

You can feel his warm breath caressing your skin once he speaks up.

“I know what will help me calm down.”

As the words slip lazily one by one from his lips, his hand slides down between your thighs. His fingertips feel the nice fabric of your little cotton shorts that seem too tight around your curves. They keep roaming around, rising your body temperature, until he guides them to your clothed clit, putting just enough pressure on it while his mouth nibbles on the skin of your neck.

“But… I want to finish the movie,” you whine softly before shutting your eyes at the thrill he’s causing you to feel kiss after kiss.

“You keep watching, baby.” His lips detach from your neck and curl up into a sinful smirk.

You centre your head again, watching him pull down your shorts as the screen behind him paints his silhouette in dark blue and purple hues, turning his features even more seductive.

Half of the fuzzy blanket is now almost on the ground as you keep your legs spread open. Yeonjun’s hand rubs in continuous circling motions that he synchronises with your breathing. Focusing entirely on your body helps him completely ignore the on going movie you keep watching with interest. He’s giving his full attention to your little squirming movements, to your rhythmical breathes, and to the erotic sounds that start escaping your mouth more frequently only to mix with the background noise in the room.

There are fresh bruises forming on your neck, but he continues to suck, making himself drool from how much he enjoys doing it. The only time he backs away is when he pushes two fingers inside you for the first time and he gets the urge to taste them, as it often happens when he’s pleasing you.

“Mmm, you always taste so good.” He humms after unwrapping his lips from his fingertips. His mouth has a red tint to it, glistening with moisture. “So fuckin’ wet for me, can you feel it?”

“Fuck, don’t stop—“ The only thing you’re able to say when he slips back into your arousal is to keep going. His fingers curl up perfectly, and aiming for the right spot they start thrusting in a steady pace causing your moans to shake. “Yeah, just like that... yeah—“

Yeonjun buries his face into the crook of your neck while starting to breathe more heavily too.

You keep closing and opening your heavy eyes at the screen where an intense moment is looming, filling the room with an intense instrumental music, but all he can register is the noises you keep losing control over. His hand flexes while increasing its speed in order to push you closer to the desired peak and it swiftly succeeds.

Your attention level drops and your head falls to one side with your eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“Sounds so pretty,” he comments at your ear as the wet lewd noise keeps erupting with the nonstop slamming of his palm against your slick folds. Just the way you like it. “You’re close, doll.”

His fingers, stuck between your pulsing walls, get squished tighter as the seconds pass by. He keeps up the quick and smooth pacing until your breaking point comes in, forcing it to turn sloppy and rigid.

“Fuck, there you go,” Yeonjun’s chuckle rings out with a husky tone, only adding to the ecstatic effects of your intense climax.

Your whole body squirms as Yeonjun lets his fingers, wet and sticky, rest still on your throbbing clit. The fluids slowly spill out of you, forming a dark spot on the couch as the sensation turns more light and mellow, but he doesn’t mind it.

You’re still regaining your normal breathing when his fingertips start skidding rapidly along your soaked folds. You whimper at the unexpected contact with your clit that’s now extra sensitive, causing intense reactions from your body at even the smallest touch.

As he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down you whine his name, but without being able to utter any other word.

“Give me one more, baby.” He whispers, effortlessly sliding his fingers up and down your slickness in an indescribable way; so fast, so determined to receive more from you. “C’mon, doll.”

You pant uncontrollably under his tireless touch. The dancing of his fingers keep up the same energy, making you clench as they create another burning knot of pleasure in your core. Once it bursts, you’re not able to stay still and Yeonjun tries his best to keep his hand on your puffy lips so he can rub till the second orgasm washes over you.

Your legs tremble when he enters you with the same eager fingers, curious to feel how wet you are. The pool of arousal welcomes him with ease, and he cannot help but start fantasising how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside you right now. He can give it to you, but making you cum multiple times like this is just as exciting.

He notices your eyes are half-closed while gazing down between your thighs.

“Keep watching, sweetheart.” He says softly, but with a slight hint of demand which makes you look up on the instant. “You don’t want to miss anything from the movie, that’s why you’re here, right?”

He glides slowly through your tight walls and you both sense how they keep throbbing against him from lust and sensitivity. You take a deep shaky breath, trying to concentrate on the story line, but it’s so hard when he’s in the middle of building up a new wave of rush while hiding in the crook of your neck. Running his tongue over his own love marks now and then.

You bite your lip at the realisation of how much is still left from the movie that is about to become the reason your brain is going to turn completely numb and your pussy sore by the end of this Halloween night.

But the thing you will always associate it with first, from this day forward, is you officially becoming his.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

#— writing: txt #tomorrow x together smut #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun hard thoughts #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smut

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lucienzo · 2 years ago

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० ॰ ॱ १ २ ३ ४ ५ �� ७ ८ ९ ॽ ॐ ठ ऽ ঀ ঋ ঌ এ ও খ গ ঙ ণ থ ন প ষ ঽ ০ ১ ২ ৩ ৪ ৫ ৬ ৭ ৮ ৯ ৰ ৲ ৳ ৴ ৵ ৶ ৷ ৸ ৹ ৺ ৻ৡ ੦ ੧ ੨ ੩ ੪ ੫ ੬ ੭ ੳ ੴ ઈ ઇ ઉ ઊ ઘ છ જ ઝ ઠ ડ ઢ થ ર ળ શ ઽ ૐ ૦ ૧ ૨ ૩ ૪ ૬ ૭ ૮ ૰ ଌ ଏ ଓ ଗ ଘ ଙ ଚ ଟ ଠ ଡ ଣ ତ ଥ ଦ ପ ଶ ୡ ୦ ୧ ୨ ୪ ୬ ୭ ୱ ୵ ୶ உ ஒ ஞ த ல ௦ ௨ ௮ అ ఆ ఇ ఎ ఏ ఐ ఒ ఖ జ ట ణ న ప బ ల ఽ ౦ ౨ ౿ ಎ ಒ ಖ ಟ ಣ ಬ ಲ ಽ ೦ ೧ ೨ ೩ ೪ ೫ ೬ ೭ ೮ ೯ ೱ ೲ ഒ ങ ഠ ദ ധ ഭ മ യ ര റ ല ഴ വ ശ ഷ ഹ ഺ ഽ ൠ ൦ ൨ ൪ ൫ ൭ ൳ ൴ ඉ ඊ ග ඝ ඟ ජ ට ඨ ථ ද ධ ප බ ම ඹ ය ර ල ව ශ ෂ ස හ ළ ෆ ෴ ๐ ๑ ๒ ๓ ๔ ๖ ๗ ๘ ๚ ๛ ຯ ໐ ໑ ໒ စ ဓ ပ န ဖ ဗ ၕ ၜ ၛ ႎ ზ ቀ የ ፆ ጸ Ꮉ Ꮙ Ꮡ ᜌ ᜊ ᜑ ៙ ៚ ៵ ᠀ ៹ ᠕ ᠗ ᠙ ᤶ ᦣ ᦈ ᦹ ᧖ ᨡ ᨦ ᨧ ᨩ ᨵ ᨭ ᨰ ᨳ ᨴ ᨸ ᩀ ᩁ ᪈ ᪇ ᪑ ᪕ ᪖ ᪗ ᪣ ᪤ ᪥ ᯅ ᯆ ᯇ ᯈ ᯋ ᯡ ᯽ ᰃ ᰄ ᰋ ᰍ ᰿ ᱁ ᱔ ᱕ ᱖ ᱙ ᱜ ᱝ ᱣ ᱦ ᱪ ᱫ ᱶ ᱷ Ბ Გ Ზ Ფ ⁎ ⁕ ⌤ ⌔ ⌓ ⌑ ⌕ ⋄ ⋆ ⋇ ⊹ ⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⍝ ⍟ ⍰ ⎈ ⎌ ⎔ ⏣ ◌ ◍ ◦ ★ ☆ ✁ ✄ ✆ ✇ ✎ ✑ ✢ ✫ ✬ ✭ ✮ ✯ ✵ ✶ ✷ ✸ ✹ ✺ ✻ ✼ ✽ ✾ ✿ ❀ ❁ ❋ ⟡ ⥼ ⥽ ⥾ ⥿ ⦾ ⨾ ⩊ ⩋ ⫯ ⫰ ⭑ ⭒ Ⱄ ⱄ ⱖ ⱺ ⵑ ⵒ ⵓ ⵛ ⵠ 。〄〘〙〠〾ゐㇱ ꀎ ꁚ ꂔ ꃍ ꃪ ꃳ ꄲ ꅔ ꇻ ꈊ ꈔ ꈯ ꉂ ꉩ ꉭ ꉻ ꊞ ꊱ ꊶ ꋂ ꌷ ꎂ ꎔ ꎤ ꎺ ꎽ ꏂ ꐑ ꐇ ꐚ ꐪ ꐳ ꑘ ꒪ ꒰ ꒱ ꒲ ꒷ ꒸ ꒹ ꒺ ꒾ ꔡ ꔫ ꔮ ꕃ ꕊ ꕤ ꕮ ꕬ ꕪ ꖡ ꖸ ꗏ ꗚ ꗛ ꗜ ꗱ ꗲ ꗢ ꗬ ꘃ ꘎ ꘓ ꘖ ꘡ ꘪ ꙳ ꚩ ꚬ ꚤ ꚰ ꛜ ꠃ ꠶ ꠷ ꡞ ꡏ ꡟ ꡬ ꡧ ꢀ ꢁ ꢄ ꢌ ꢘ ꢢ ꢮ ꢾ ꣀ ꢸ ꣁ ꥟ ꩜ ꩸ ꫞ ꫟ ꫥ ꯱ ꯵ ꯴ ﹆ ﹫ ﹪ ﹠ � 𐀒 𐀔 𐀢 𐀣 𐀤 𐁂 𐁋 𐁍 𐁑 𐁙 𐁘 𐁜 𐁝 𐂂 𐂎 𐂐 𐂗 𐂜 𐂡 𐂢 𐂣 𐂥 𐂨 𐂯 𐂮 𐂰 𐂱 𐂲 𐂴 𐃄 𐃏 𐃐 𐃗 𐃒 𐃓 𐃑 𐃙 𐃛 𐃜 𐃡 𐃰 𐙜 𐙞 𐙠 𐙦 𐙼 𐚁 𐚉 𐚈 𐚔 𐛺 𑀃 𑀄 𑀏 𑀕 𑀘 𑀙 𑀚 𑀠 𑀣 𑀩 𑀫 𑀬 𑀯 𑁍 𑁘 𑁢 𑁣 𑁥 𑁬 𑁭 𑁫 𑁯 𑁨 𑂅 𑂇 𑂑 𑂒 𑂔 𑂗 𑂘 𑂙 𑂛 𑂞 𑂟 𑂠 𑂢 𑂧 𑂬 𑂭 𑂯 𑂻 𑃦 𑄷 𑄸 𑄹 𑄺 𑄻 𑄽 𑇙 𑇛 𑇖 𑇗 𑈀 𑈃 𑈆 𑈕 𑈔 𑈗 𑊁 𑊂 𑊊 𑊑 𑊒 𑊔 𑊡 𑊢 𑍞 𑍟 𑐈 𑐛 𑐝 𑐞 𑑊 𑑏 𑑐 𑑑 𑑔 𑑕 𑑗 𑑙 𑑛 𑙐 𑙑 𑙒 𑙓 𑙔 𑙕 𑙖 𑙗 𑙘 𑙙 𑚘 𑚟 𑚩 𑚠 𑚦 𑚤 𑛁 𑛂 𑛃 𑛄 𑛅 𑛆 𑛇 𑛈 𑛉 𑣗 𑣚 𑣟 𑣡 𑣢 𑣥 𑣨 𑣩 𑣪 𑣮 𑣲 𑣿 𑫧 𑱢 𑵘 𑵙 𑶠 𑶡 𑶢 𑶣 𑶤 𑶥 𑶦 𑶧 𑶨 𑶩 𖠁 𖠂 𖠄 𖠃 𖠅 𖠆 𖠇 𖠋 𖠌 𖠎 𖠏 𖠐 𖠑 𖠔 𖠕 𖠗 𖠚 𖠛 𖠟 𖠡 𖠢 𖠣 𖠱 𖠳 𖠴 𖠵 𖠶 𖠸 𖠿 𖡎 𖡗 𖡘 𖡙 𖡛 𖡜 𖡟 𖡥 𖢆 𖢖 𖢨 𖢻 𖣀 𖣂 𖣍 𖣎 𖣓 𖣠 𖣢 𖣯 𖤂 𖤅 𖤋 𖤊 𖤌 𖤍 𖤏 𖤐 𖤓 𖤖 𖤘 𖤠 𖤣 𖤥 𖤦 𖤷 𖤹 𖤺 𖤾 𖥦 𖥧 𖥨 𖥲 𖦉 𖦸 𖦹 𖧁 𖧂 𖧋 𖧐 𖧡 𖧵 𖧶 𖧷 𖫡 𝇇 𝇈 𞋂 𞋈 𞋓 𞋝 𞋠 𞋫 𞋩 𞋲 𞋴 𞋵 🜰 🜸 🜺 🜽 🝦 🝩 🝭 ໓ ໖ ໙ 𓁹 𓁼 𓁿 𓂁 𓂂 𓂃 𓂄 𓂅 𓂆 𓂋 𓂌 𓂍 𓂑 𓂓 𓂖 𓂘 𓂜 𓂩 𓃆 𓃇 𓄌 𓄔 𓄣 𓄭 𓄮 𓄯 𓄰 𓄹 𓄼 𓄽 𓆁 𓆂 𓆃 𓆇 𓆈 𓆉 𓆊 𓆏 𓆐 𓆗 𓆛 𓆜 𓆝 𓆞 𓆟 𓆠 𓆡 𓆣 𓆦 𓆧 𓆨 𓆩 𓆪 𓆫 𓆭 𓆰 𓆱 𓆷 𓆸 𓆻 𓇅 𓇇 𓇈 𓇉 𓇊 𓇕 𓇚 𓇣 𓇤 𓇨 𓇬 𓇯 𓇳 𓇶 𓇷 𓇸 𓇹 𓇺 𓇻 𓇼 𓇽 𓇿 𓈀 𓈁 𓈂 𓈃 𓈄 𓈅 𓈆 𓈇 𓈈 𓈉 𓈊 𓈋 𓈌 𓈍 𓈎 𓈑 𓈒 𓈓 𓉻 𓉼 𓊆 𓊇 𓊈 𓊉 𓊊 𓊑 𓊒 𓊓 𓊔 𓊗 𓋩 𓋪 𓋭 𓋰 𓋱 𓋺 𓋾 𓌆 𓌇 𓌎 𓌛 𓌨 𓍊 𓍔 𓍢 𓍯 𓍰 𓍱 𓍲 𓍳 𓍶 𓍸 𓍹 𓍺 𓍻 𓍼 𓎖 𓎗 𓎠 𓎥 𓎧 𓎫 𓏒 𓏓 𓏔 𓏖 𓏢 𓏤 𓏱 𓏲 𓏳 𓏸 𓐍 𓐑 ༄ ༅ ༈ ༉ ༊ ། ༎ ༏ ༐ ༑ ༒ ༓ ༔ ༕ ༖ ༗ ༚ ༛ ༜ ༠ ༡ ༢ ༣ ༤ ༥ ༦ ༧ ༺ ༻༼ ༽ ༾ ༿ ཀ ཁ ག གྷ ཆ ཇ ཉ ཊ ཌ ཌྷ ཎ ཏ ཐ ད དྷ ན པ ཕ བ བྷ མ ཙ ཚ ཛ ཛྷ ཝ ཞ ཟ འ ཡ ར ལ ཤ ཥ ས ཧ ཨ ཀྵ ཪ ཫ ཬ ࿀ ࿁ ࿂ ࿃ ࿄ ࿅ ࿆ ࿇ ࿈ ࿉ ࿊ ࿋ ࿌ ࿐ ࿑ ࿒ ࿓ ࿔

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reesources · 1 year ago

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⠀⠀ᥤ ᥲ ꪒ ᥑ ᥓ ᦵ ᥝ ꪖ ꪋ ᥠ ɑ ᨡ ꪁ ᥲᤣ 𑜅 ᤂ ᥛ

⠀⠀ϐ ხ ⴆ ɓ ᖯ ᨩ ꞗ ᨢ ᨪ ᦑ ᧖ Ꮂ ᪕ ᦌ ᦫ

⠀⠀ᘓ ɕ ᥴ ᥴ̜ ᥋ ᥋̜ ૮ ᩮ ᧑ ᥫ ᥌ ꪫ ᧙ ς

⠀⠀ⅆ ᦺ ᧚ ძ ᩲ ᩱ ಖ ᑯ Ꮄ ∂ მ ໓ ɗ ԃ ᪖ ᦊ ᦚ

⠀⠀ᨹ ᦾ ᥱ ᦸ ꦌ ᬫ ؏ છ ꫀ ᦕ ᧉ ᪗ ℯ ⅇ ૯ ꪅ ℮ ε 𑄺

⠀⠀ᠻ ẜ ⨏ ⨍ ∫᳔ 𝑓 ꪻ᳢ ꪺ᳢ ꪼ᳢ ƒ ʄ ᥬ᳢ ⟆᳢

⠀⠀ᧁ ᧂ ᦇ ᦅᩛ ᥱᩛ ᧇ ᥜ ᩅᩛ ꪉ ᥀ ᧄ ꣀ ᥌ ᦋ ૭ᩛ ꪇ ꫂ ꪆ ᦏ ɠ

⠀⠀ჩ ꘥ ꯷ ꫝ ᭖ ɦ ᨼ ᦆ ꩆ հ ꫝꪾ ᦌ ᦫ ᦝ ℎ ⴌ ꫝྀ ᥪ ᥣ᭢

⠀⠀ꪱ᭫ ᭣᭫ Ꭵ ᥇ เ ꚤ ꩝᭫ ɪ ι เ ꪱ ꩝ ᰻ ⅈ ꪱᩴ เํ

⠀⠀ʝ ᣫ ᪂ ᧒ ᪂ ᩭ ل ᦔ ⅉ ᦔ́ ꒸ ⳗ ∫ ꠸

⠀⠀к ઝ ƙ ꦗ ꦘ 𝚔

⠀⠀ℓ ᥣ ꪶ 𐑙 ᳡⃯ ᥣ༵ ᥨ ᥧ 𐑖 ᥬ

ᥖ ꧑ ꪪ ꩇ ᧕ ᥞ ᧗ ꩅ ᬞ ꩀ ꦪ 𑜀 𑜸 ꩊ ꨢ

⠀⠀ᧅ ᥗ ꨓ ꨞ ꩓ ꩄ ᬝ ണ ꨨ ᨻ ꪔ ᦗ ᰔ ꧟ ꨧ

⠀⠀ꩈ ꩁ ꨤ ᦂ ꪑ ꦧ ᪧ ᩍ ꨄ ꦭ ꨆ ꨇ

⠀⠀ꪕ ᥟ ᥒ ᥢ ꪬ ꪭ ᬤ ꦥ ꪀ ꦱ ꦢ ꦕ ᧞ ᪙ ꪏ ꪓ ᩓ

⠀⠀ᩃ ⴖ ᬪ ᬭ ꪄ ꪂ ꪏ ꫛ ꫜ ꪒ ი ꦮ ꦎ ⲛ ᩉ ꦫ

⠀⠀૭ ꪮ ᥆ ꩜ ꧐ ҩ ᭦ ᩁ ꪫ ᦞ ℴ ꮽ ꭷ ᪈ ⲟ ꩐ ꪯ ꪯꪰ

⠀⠀ᕈ ⅌ ꛤ ρ թ ₍⃘ ꢸ ᖘ ᩏ ᰍ ᦳ ᰋ ᑭ 𝗉

⠀⠀ợ ǫ գ ᨾ ꝗ ҩ ꝙ ᑫ 𝗊

⠀⠀ ᨺ ꯱ ᥉ ꯲ ꯴ ຮ ຣ ꯳ ꪢ ᥍ ꢺ 𑂙 ꨣ ꨂ ટ 𑂅 ៜ ଌ ୡ

⠀⠀ꪺ ꪼ ᥣ͠ ᡶ ƚ ł ɬ ੮ ｲﾋ ⫮ ꪻ ᥣ⃗ ᡫ ᰋ ե ꒹ ꫫ ੯ ꠧ ꠤ ꪶ͠

⠀⠀ᳪ ᥔ υ ᬧ ᥙ ບ ꪙ ꪌ ꪍ ꪨ ꦢ ꦱ ꦕ ᥚ ꪣ ꪊ ᤙ ᳬ

⠀⠀ꪠ ꪽ ᥩ ꪞ ꪓ մ

⠀⠀ᥳ ᭘ ᳫ ᳬ ᥎ ꪚ ꨝ ꪜ ѵ ꩋ ꪤ ꪥ ꢦ 🝣

ᬟ ᬠ ᬥ ᨰ ω ᥕ ꪡ ꪝ ꪃ ꪐ ಒ ಬ ᤐ ꪛ ᭙

⠀⠀ꪈ ᨹ ꦞ ꧘ ᥘ 𐬡 ᦍ 𑜏 ꪟ ᬬ ꪪ ຜ ຝ ພ ຟ ໖

⠀⠀᥊ ꪎ ꭖ ᰞ ﾒ ꭗ

⠀⠀ꪗ ᥙᩛ ᥔᩛ ᨰᩛ ᥡ ᦴ ꪩ ყ ჸ ᭉ ᭈ ᭊ ᰋ ᨮ ᥭ ᤘ ᤵ ᤶ 𐒋

⠀⠀ⴘ ຯ ⴁ

⠀⠀ʑ ᧆ ʓ ꪅ ᤁ ᦡ ᦤ ᩄ ᦃ ᭪ ᤕ

⠀⠀ᥥ ᥦ

ᥲ ᨢ ᥴ ᧚ ᦸ ẜ ᧇ ჩ Ꭵ ʝ к ᥣ ꦪ ꪕ ꪫ թ ᨾ ꧏ ⫮ ꪙ ᥎ ᥕ ᥊ ᥡ ᦡ

⠀⠀ᥲ ᨢ ᥋ ᦺ ᨹ 𝑓 ᧇ ჩ ᰻ ᪂ ઝ ᥣ ᥖ ꦱ ૭ ᩏ ꝙ ꪦ ᥉ ᥣ⃗ ᤙ ꪚ ꧘ ᥊ ꪗ ᧆ

⠀⠀ᥲ ϐ ᥴ ⅆ ᥱ ᠻ ᥌ ꘥ ᰻ ⅉ ઝ ᥣ ᥞ ꦢ ᥆ 𝗉 ꝙ ᥐ ꨂ ᥣ⃗ ᥙ ᥳ ᨰ ᥊ ᤶ ᦡ

⠀⠀ᥝ ᨢ ᥴ ᧚ ᥱ ẜ ᧁ ℎ ꪱ ᪂ ƙ ꪶ ᬝ ꪀ ꮽ 𝗉 ᨾ ᥐ ꯱ ᥣ͠ ᥙ ᥎ ᤐ ꭖ ყ ᧆ

⠀⠀ᥲ ᨢ ᥋ ᧚ ᦸ ⨍ ᦋ ℎ ꪱ᭫ ᣫ ઝ ᥣ ᧅ ꪕ ⲟ թ ợ ᥐ ꯱ ੮ ᥙ ꪚ ꦦ ꪎ ᨰᩛ ᧆ

⠀⠀ᥲ b ᥴ d ᥱ f ᧁ h ι ᪂ k ᥣ ᥖ ᥒ ꧐ ρ q r ᥉ t ᥙ ᥎ ᥕ ᥊ ყ z

⠀⠀ᥝ ϐ ᥴ d ᥱ f ᧁ h ꪱᩴ j k ᥣ ᥖ ᥒ ᥆ ρ q r ᥉ t ᥙ ᥎ ᥕ ᥊ ᥙᩛ ᧆ

⠀⠀ᥓ ხ ᥴ ⅆ ⅇ ᥬ᳢ ᧄ ꫝ ꩝ ᧒ ƙ ᥣ ꪔ ꦱ ᥆ ᩏ 𝗊 ꧏ ᥉ ꪻ ᥔ ꪚ ꧘ ᥊ ᤘ ꪅ

⠀⠀ᥲ ᨢ ᥴ ⅆ ᨹ ᥬ᳢ ꪆ ჩ ᰻ ᪂ ƙ ꪶ ꪪ ꦱ ꩜ 𝗉 ᨾ ꪦ ꨂ ᥣ͠ ꪙ ᥳ ᥕ ᥊ ჸ ᧆ

⠀⠀ᦵ ᨢ ᥋ ԃ ᦸ ẜ ᦋ ჩ ꪱᩴ ʝ k ᥣ ꧙ ꪕ ૭ p q ᥐ ꯱ t υ ᳬ ᤐ ꪎ y ᧆ

⠀⠀ᥝ ϐ ᥴ d ᥱ f ᧁ ℎ ꪱํ j k ᥣ ᥖ ᥒ ᥆ ρ q r ᥉ t ᥙ ᥎ ᥕ ᥊ ᥡ z

⠀⠀ᵃ ᵇ ᶜ ᵈ ᵉ ᶠ ᵍ ʰ ⁱ ʲ ᵏ ˡ ᵐ ⁿ ᵒ ᵖ ᵠ ʳ ˢ ᵗ ᵘ ᵛ ʷ ˣ ʸ ᶻ

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wintfleur · 1 month ago

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oh how much I missed your writing wifey — this made me feel so many things 😖 this was stunning oml . . . I will be thinking about this all night ☝️

max verstappen x fem!reader

⟢ summary. max wasn’t doing a very good job at being an attentive boyfriend, always busy and not paying you any mind, so when you voice your dismay he gives you exactly what you want.

⟢ contains. slight angst, nsfw, smut : unprotected séx, côckwarming ♡, softdom!max, crybaby!reader, he’s stubborn and mean asf, you ride him in his gaming chair, dirty talk, creampie, begging, mention of alcohol consumption, usage of petnames (e.g. baby, sweetheart, love), wc : 6.4k

nora's ☆ note. peek-a-boo! srry for being gone, this has been in my drafts since jan LMAO. it’s my first time writing something angsty, hopefully it’s up to par w the rest of my writing (o´罒`o) anyway love u all, i’m going through all my work that’s been collecting dust <3

Your feet padded down the endless hallways of the penthouse you currently resided in, searching for Max with a glass of gin in hand. One of his favorites.

The boisterous district of Fontvieille Monaco has gone long quiet as the evening begins to fade in. It was the most treasured part of your day—when the sunset casts over the ocean and how the crowds of people start to diminish slowly one by one. Loud voices and laughter simmering down, back into their homes or into fancy restaurants and bars to enjoy the rest of their night.

Each roll of the blue waves along with the golden disk already beginning to touch the surface ocean water is a view you could never get sick of. The sun slips quickly behind the line of the horizon as it spreads its last rays—stunning hues of oranges and yellows seeping through the windows of your living room, allowing to emit a shadow of your figure on the floor and walls with each step you take as you continue your hunt for your boyfriend.

It is where you feel the utmost of tranquility—the calmness of this environment is a way for you to wind down without having to care for anything else outside of the place you call home, to help wash away any troublesome thoughts. Usually these hours are spent with you and Max watching a movie or making a home cooked meal together. Usually your limbs would be tangled with one another in sacred and intimate ways.

Though this time around, your surroundings don't put you at ease, it doesn’t shake away your worries. In fact, it’s worse than usual.

This current lifestyle by all means, was everything you could ever dream of. You were incredibly lucky to be the partner of someone like Max. The Dutchman who is portrayed and misunderstood as a villain half of the time is actually a gentleman.

Your lover was so genuine and kind, as sweet as the gleam of sun that is currently kissing your skin—the warmth filling your whole body, bringing an overwhelming sense of comfort. It’s the sole reason why you fell in love with him, and you fell hard.

His own love for you is like a garden—blossoming into heavenly flowers within his fast beating heart.

He dotes on you, cares for you when you need it most, like tending to a single daisy amongst a field of grass. Nurturing and watering it with the most fondness, just like he does when kissing you, and god his kisses are to die for. His lips soft against yours like a warm embrace, so tender and delicate, melting into each other's souls. It always felt as if it were the last, as if the world was crumbling beneath the bottom of your feet. Nothing around you mattered, just the two of you in that space sealing in the gap.

He’s a race car driver for crying out loud—bound to be blunt and direct. But the persona he shows to the crowds of people and millions behind a tv screen is only half of who he truly is. Sure he can have a nasty temper at times during the highlights of his career but those were all under heavy stressful circumstances. In no way shape or form has his impatience and anger on track reach you from behind closed doors…until recently.

That familiarity of admiration for you has suddenly turned into rushed and quick pecks on the lips, hugs lasting only a fracture of a second. There wasn’t any long lasting gentleness to those intimate actions anymore, no adoration laced behind them.

This switch in attitude has you dwelling on it in an unhealthy way. Concerns filling your brain as he hardly devoted any time to you recently. Perpetually blowing you off with an “I’m busy.” and other broken promises to make it up to you whenever you’d suggest going out together for the day.

You genuinely didn't mind it at first, you out of everyone understood how important his career was to him. But, he’s constantly conducting business calls, in emergency meetings, or practicing on the race simulator. You were aching for him, in more ways than one.

It’s lonely enough with him having to travel all around the world 12 times a year with an extra addition of other flights for further business matters. And, with your own work you aren’t usually there to accompany him more than you’d wish. So with the rare occasions of him actually having a break with you at home and to have him not pay any attention to you was, without any exaggeration…starting to annoy you.

In contrast to the beautifully painted sky outside your windows showcasing its eternal beauty of lovely colors, your mood was somber and gloomy. Almost like the soon to be night sky beneath a cascade of iridescent stars on the sandy shores of Monaco—the air thick with a cold breeze and scent of salt, the feeling melancholic.

With an intake of a breath through your nose, the tracks of your light footsteps halt when you finally reach the blackwood door that leads into his office you were positive he was in. You make sure to knock three times—an order you mustn't forget, not wanting to walk in on him potentially streaming a game or being in a meeting with his camera on.

Upon hearing a faint, “Come in.” from the other side of the door, you enter the office with caution. Staring into the dreary space, anyone would be aware of how grim it was; pens and papers scattered across his work desk messily, the trophies resting on the display shelf held a sheer layer of dust, and the cold temperature didn't make it any better. The atmosphere alone coerced goosebumps to emerge onto your skin.

Max himself looked disarrayed, sat in the race simulator on the other side of the room. You walk over to stand beside the makeshift car seat to get a better look at him. All the noticeable tell-tale signs didn't go unnoticed by you, he was pushing himself too much. It was really displeasing to see him not taking care of himself. His light brown hair framed his forehead with eye bags digging into his skin, and there was a prominent little line in between his eyebrows—indicating that he’s been focusing for too long.

“Hey, everything okay?” Setting down the cup of gin on the wooden desk concernedly, you pull off his headset and brush your hand through his locks—pushing them back into place. Max doesn’t tear his eyes off the screens of his multiple monitors, barely sparing you a glance or reacting to the contact of your touch like he normally would.

“Hi baby, yeah…yeah ‘m alright,” he mumbles slowly, almost as if he didn’t register what you said.

“I got you a drink.” A frown makes way onto your features when he doesn’t say anything after that, not even acknowledging the alcohol in front of him. With a tilt of your head you wait expectedly, continuing to burn holes on the side of his face—like you were trying to read into his thoughts. “You coming to bed soon? You should get some rest.”

“Mhm…in a bit.”

You didn’t know why you thought the outcome would be anything different. The monotone lack of response from him had you sneering as a combination of anguish and irritation consumed your body. He’s still looking at the screens, an intense focus in his irises—a need to complete the race laps of the simulator even with his headphones off.

You knew then that he’s not honest with his intentions, being dismissive as usual and leading you to the feeling of neglect yet again. Though this time you’ve reached your limit, patience running thin.

Whilst huffing out an annoyed breath you toss the headset into his lap without a care, “Liar.”

That was a terrible mistake.

His reaction was just about immediate, bewildered at your sudden outburst. “What was that?” Max finally turns his head, eyes narrowing to look at you as you saunter off to the door. You intended to just retire into your shared bedroom alone, tears already pooling at your lash line from all the pent-up frustration with your back facing him.

“If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t dare to walk out that door.”

Halting your footsteps, a shiver bolted up your spine, the previous anger briskly replaced with unease. You’d like to think it was from the cool air that was blowing from the vents instead of his bleak words.

“Get back over here,” he spoke assertively, voice low and ominous—like he was disappointed in your unexpected change of mood, making your skin crawl with uncertainty.

It was a dangerous gamble between wanting to defy him or to finally have all of his attention after two weeks. But you knew better than to test his warnings and tolerance especially after hearing that irked tone. Blinking away the unshed tears, you steel yourself to shift your body and face him again.

“Now. Sweetheart, don't make me repeat myself.”

Your breath hitches, this was probably the first time in days where he’s held eye contact intently with you for longer than twenty seconds and it just about has you stumbling over your feet. The icy glare spoke for itself, already irritated with the way you lashed out at him, which is rare coming from you. He’s got a pounding headache and the last thing he wants to deal with is your little attitude.

His mean demeanor nearly made your eyes water again by the time you returned to his side, following his order. Within a split second, Max chucks the headphones to the ground bitterly. The loud clank! it makes when it hits the wooden floor has you jolting out of your skin, his annoyance radiating off of the small scowl on his face and actions.

In swift movements he pulls you down to straddle his lap without a word, a squeak of surprise leaves your lips since you didn’t have time to process what was happening.

The proximity has your heart skipping a beat, a rush of heat spreading throughout your entire body with nervousness. It was slightly cramped in the space between him and the pc steering wheel—leaving you little to no room to breathe, chest brushing against his to not have your back pressed into the metal material.

You felt that familiar ache in your stomach building up from how close he was and how he was holding your waist to keep you steady. It really didn’t take much for you especially since you’ve missed his warmth—his big veiny hands on your body. Your mind begins to whirl already, making you desperate for more right away, it was easy to tell from your quickened breath.

He observes your small frame all but quivering atop of him, dressed solely in one of his t-shirts that was evidently larger on you and a pair of panties peeking from underneath.

“What’s gotten into you huh?” His eyes lingered a while longer on your bare thighs that were scantily covered. He strokes it with his hands lightly, the contact igniting a trail of fire in its wake on your supple skin before his sharp gaze snapped to return to your face, “always interrupting me.”

You can practically hear the erratic rhythm of your heart beating in your ears because of his fierce scrutinizing eyes, and it doesn't benefit you in the slightest when the expensive cologne he knows drives you crazy wafts into your nostrils—making it even harder to concentrate. The air gets thicker by the second around your heated bodies.

“What’s gotten into me?“ You’re muttering under your breath, looking everywhere but his burning stare to try and rein yourself, “Max you…you hardly have time for me anymore.”

He’s a busy man, engrossed and occupied in his job. You get it, you truly do, you understand the fear he must bear of not wanting to be last. Carrying that title of being number one is both a blessing and a curse. It doesn't help that he's his own worst critic, correcting what he thinks he could do better by practicing on the simulator as much as he possibly can—it’s the only thing that occupies his mind.

The amount of pressure he must feel has to be overbearing—all the more for a non-stressful winter break, he’s been losing too much sleep and he couldn’t even bother to mind your concerns. All you wanted was to take care of him in different ways, you’ve tried for days but those days turned into two weeks and you’ve had enough.

One of his hands smooths over your back, humming gruffly while the other jerks your chin to force you to look at him with a firm grip so you don't pull away, “Y’know I have to be on top of my work right?”

“Yes! Of course I do but—“

“I’m doing this for us.” He then takes both of his palms, dragging them down your sides tantalizingly to grasp your hips. Max kneads the flesh briefly before guiding you with a secure hold to have your clothed heat rub at his crotch that's already flinching, growing hard underneath you. He does so almost mockingly, knowing just what you want and eliciting a shocked choked gasp from you, “working so I could get you the things you want.”

Your small hands went to hold onto his broad shoulders at the unexpected friction, it was getting tougher to keep yourself grounded—body trembling with the effort to stay in check, to stop yourself from grinding down on him greedily like you so desperately wanted.

“Max,” your face is sullen as you speak just above a whisper, he was mere inches away, so close you can almost taste him. You could just…lean forward a bit, claim his lips and have him again, “I don’t care about that, I just want to spend—“

“Time with me.” He interrupts again, stealing the rest of the sentence out of your mouth like he’s heard it a hundred times before and you can't seem to get snarky with him at the moment because of the way he was gradually rolling your groin against his. A rush of butterflies stirs in your tummy from the staggering sensation.

Max reaches under the hem of his baggy shirt that's draped over you with an exasperated exhale, his touch ticklish as his fingers dance along the soft skin near the band of your underwear. You can start to feel your body seeking more of his attention, so close to being obtainable you can taste it on the tip of your tongue.

“Is that it? Fine. If that’s the case, then you’re going to sit still.”

His words pique your interest at once that you seem to ignore his condescending behavior—content with just getting to be in his presence again.

He takes notice of your tongue peeking out to wet your lips in expectancy, earning a flicker of amusement on his features before quickly masking it back with a stoic expression. You can feel him trail lower and lower until the tips of his fingers reach your sensitive bud to circle it delicately over your panties, almost feather-light to tease you. The response from your body was instant, mewling and arching your back. Your clothed breasts were now flush against his chest, allowing more warmth to exchange between the two of you.

“All you wanted was to get your little pussy wet huh?” He lets out a scoffing chuckle, making a wave of humiliation wash over you from the way he puts it. You shake your head in denial, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you are in fact sexually frustrated.

“N-Ngh! No!” But he can see right through your miserable bluff, especially with your heavy puffs of breath and stammering.

You were utterly touch-starved that your underwear was already dampening under his touch with your growing arousal. All from just sitting on his lap and light traces of contact.

“No? Then why are you soaking my fingers right now?” A sense of pride always filled his body knowing the affect he had on you, to have you heat up and slip into that sweet headspace with just a few ministrations. “Aww my sweet baby, you just needed a bit of my attention? Is that it?”

Max continues to work you up with a lazy smirk on his lips, watching you closely for each little face twisting reaction, “answer me sweetheart.” He lightly taps at your clit, another chuckle almost slipping from his throat when you sit up straighter because of it.

“Yes Max, I…want you.” Your voice comes out a bit whiny than you intended but you don’t seem to care because of the way your brain is clouding, craving more without question.

“There’s my good girl.”

With your lower lip sucked between your teeth you brace yourself for more, blood pumping with excitement. He was finally going to fuck you like you’ve been wanting for days, right?

Wrong.

What you didn’t expect was to be fully naked, straddling his cock whilst he ignored you.

Dumbfounded was an understatement.

As you watch the clock on the other side of the office—perched on top of the door behind him, your sanity quickly dissolves with each passing tick. It took you about ten minutes to realize the vast amount of self-control he held. So while you were sitting on his lap, firm length sheathed deeply inside you—Max simply returned to the simulator, superbly content with this proposal. You on the other hand, couldn’t stop the tremor of your thighs.

Breaking the tense silence with an unsatisfied grumble, you wrap your arms around his neck in hopes to get more direct contact of his skin on yours. Your frame was taut and rigid above him, trying your damn hardest to not make any sudden movements like he ordered.

Being able to finally feel him again like this but not allowed to do anything about it has you on edge, you eagerly wanted—no needed some sort of relief. So with much contemplation your movements get bolder with a grind of your hips, though it only makes him give you a stern look in exchange, enough for you to force into a stop at once.

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, giving a light smack on your plush ass as a warning. “Stop fuckin’ moving,” he hisses through gritted teeth, still annoyed with you and it had your heart aching uncomfortably.

You should be the one that was upset but you felt so vulnerable and deprived, especially with him still being fully clothed, his shorts and briefs pushed down just enough to free his cock making you feel all the more exposed and in the mercy of his hands. You so miserably needed more of him, all of him.

“Max please,” you can’t help but beg now, knowing that it’ll usually weaken his resolve with that angelic voice of yours, “I can’t.”

It doesn't seem to deter him though. A sense of disappointment engulfs you, he was so hellbent on teaching you a lesson that you know you don't even deserve.

“You can and you will. What happened to being my good girl?” His hands never leave the steering wheel behind you and his voice, not even in the slightest—doesn’t waver whenever he speaks, practically like he was unaffected with your warm wet cunt wrapped around him, “besides, isn’t this what you wanted? Don’t make me punish you.”

He’s mocking you. You can almost see his lips quirking up into a smile as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck with no retaliation afterward, so eager to please him.

The only thing you can possibly do was snuggle closer for the little bit of warmth his clothed body can radiate in the cold office and listen to the loud roar of V6 engines coming from the game. With tightly shut eyes, you try to think of something to distract you but nothing works as your mind parades itself from the feeling of his fat tip kissing your cervix, stuffed full.

This was already punishing enough, none of this was painful oh no—it was the complete opposite. But, the pleasure rising up and not having your desires fulfilled was tearing you apart. It was borderline torture.

The stretch makes slick from your pussy drool on his girth, a mess pooling straight down his balls and whenever he would move his feet on the pedals of the simulator—his thigh jumps, making you shift on his lap and bounce ever so slightly on his shaft. It has you whining against his ear like a bitch in heat.

Max’s eyes burn into the screen of his pc after perceiving the sound of your soft whimper and whines against his ear, breath tickling his skin and making it prick up. He always loved any noises that he could pull from you, his possessiveness and ego feeds off it. He's transfixed—entranced by how sweet it sounds. He can’t lie, he did miss you. Missed having you close like this, desperate and easily acquiescent for him, your soft voice all breathless and needy.

Just the feeling and connection of you.

He clenched his jaw when your velvet walls fluttered around him, his own self-control was close to snapping. But being an asshole just to spite you seemed more pleasing, he purposely moved his legs more forcefully on the pedals to elicit more of those pretty little cries of pleasure.

Though he completely freezes up the moment he hears you sniffling against his neck, hot tears hitting his shirt seconds after.

Max knows he's been a shit boyfriend but he's too prideful to admit it, so frustrated and harsh while his sole center of attention was on how to be better, better, better with his work that he seemed to forget your own needs. He’s conflicted at the moment as he thinks about it, infuriated at himself for taking it out on you.

You were trying so hard for him, to be his good girl that you always were despite your own discontentment and bitterness to his treatment towards you. You didn’t want to upset him any further even if this was his own doing, it made both his heart stammer and his cock twitch from how kind you are to him. He didn't deserve you.

When you feel that certain jerk inside of you, your one track mind really couldn't stop your lips from speaking once more through your small sniffles. “P-Please Max,” you attempt again with hesitation, lip bitten raw from your constant chewing, “I can’t take this much longer.”

His self-restraint finally snaps.

Your ears perk and pick up the sound of him sipping, completely downing the glass of alcohol that was disregarded earlier in one go. He hisses harshly after the burn cascades down his throat with each gulp and then leans forward, muscles flexing slightly as he places the now empty cup on the desk with a soft clunk before turning off the gaming system.

The unexpected silence causes your stomach to twist in a knot, no longer capable of hearing the thunderous engines of formula one cars—just his ragged breathing and ticking of the clock.

Anticipation nags in the back of your mind, a hundred things running all at once while you sit there pliantly and unmoving, silent tears cascading down your face.

You can't help but think that you’ve surely done it this time, you’ve pissed him off now haven’t you?

“So ungrateful for all the things I give you, hm?” He eventually speaks amidst the strained quietness. The words he utters out didn’t hold any actual malice, voice softer now. His anger giving away to more vulnerability as his hands went to pry your face away from his neck, holding it in his palms gently.

It ached to see you hurt, the pain in your features mirrored in his own heart. His hands trembled subtly while he cradled your soft cheeks, thumbs brushing away the salty tears that fell—trying to comfort and soothe you, “always complaining.”

You lean further back slightly to get a better view of his features, seeing a mixture of emotions swirling in his irises.

Pity. Sadness. Longing.

You could feel it with the way he held you with care, you could feel it in the air—through his soft breath against your skin. Your own heart tugs a bit when you realize that he was feeling guilty. Guilty for doing this to you, for mistreating you.

“I miss you.” You hiccup whilst his thumbs continue their calming motions on the apple of your cheeks.

He focuses on your pretty face stained with wet tears before brushing some loose strands of hair framing your face, tucking it behind your ear and he couldn’t help but marvel at how cute you looked. You were nuzzled into his hands like a kicked little puppy—doe glassy eyes staring into his own.

Max lets out a shaky breath out his nose when a pout adorns your pretty pink lips, he wants to kiss it away, hear those moans you’d make against him. But first, he really needs to apologize for his negligence.

He coos at your broken voice, torn between his self pity and yearning for your presence even if he didn't deserve the slightest bit of your leniency, “‘m right here baby.” His chest continues to sting as your tears increase, the weight of his words hitting you harder than he expected.

He knows that his reassurance has touched a nerve, that you've been longing to hear those words for days. That he was never really gone, he still cared for you the same, just too stubborn about his own emotions. While keeping his tender hold on your face, his gaze never leaves your watery eyes. He wants you to feel his unwavering love, a necessity to put your mind at ease, “let me kiss you, can I?”

A soft hum coming from your throat and a small nod is enough confirmation for him to pull you into a fulfilling gentle kiss, one that you were familiar with, the kind that you yearned for so severely. The adoration was felt again as he put much effort and devotion behind it. It felt so good being cherished like this again.

With a pleased sigh passing through you, Max tilts his head—removing one of his hands from your face to hold your nape, intending to deepen the kiss even further. He takes the opportunity to push his tongue past your lips when you part your mouth.

The taste buds on your own wet muscle begin to flood with the flavor of bitter alcohol as it dances and tangles along with his. It was all so, so intoxicating. And he revels at how your lips always manage to be plump and soft, as tasty as he remembered. He mutters against them gently yet firm as he speaks, trying to convey his conflicted feelings, “so sorry my love, ‘m so sorry.”

He places a few chaste kisses on you before pulling away slightly so he can stare up at you for a moment, his pupils tracing every inch of your naked body. He can't get over how beautiful you look with desire and need whirling in your eyes. His heart stutters again with so much regret when you sniffle and hug his shoulders, pressing closer like you were trying to meld into one.

A small glimmer of light breaks through the storm of emotions when the sound of a sheepish giggle comes from your mouth. The lighthearted noise that he’s grown to love over the years of knowing you filling the tense air. Your saccharine voice overflows his ears with words of forgiveness, too compassionate for your own good. He muses at the fact that even through the stressful and pressuring times—the neglect, you were always there to welcome him with open arms.

Max rids the confines of fabric still clinging to his body with a sense of urgency, like a man on a mission to make it up to you. He tosses them to join the pile of your clothes forgotten somewhere on the floor before returning his mouth on you, this time on the column of your neck, peppering it. Starved and parched for you, just as much as you were for him.

His kisses are hot and wet, tongue lapping at your skin while his hands wander over your chest. He can feel you responding to his touches once more, pulse quickening just beneath his fingertips, your breathing coming out in faint gasps.

Small “I love you’s.” tumble from him like a mantra without stopping his focus on your skin. The once pained expression on your face now changed into an alluring one within ticks—cheeks flushed, eyes blown wide, and mouth slightly parted from all the attention.

It only fueled his hunger even more, growing impossibly harder inside of your pussy. “So fuckin’ pretty, I could stare at you like this forever.” His lips work their way up to your ear, licking the shell of it provokingly, the action has the hair on your arms standing stiffly. Max’s voice was direct and rough as he whispers, “fuck yourself onto me, go on baby you can move for me now.”

It's like a fire switch has gone off in your brain. At last, you lift yourself up until his flushed pink tip peeks out to the point of almost slipping out and slowly sink back down. Both of your mouths fall open to let out a low satisfied moan in unison. Your eyelids flutter, half-lidded now, barely being kept open with furrowed brows as you gape back at him.

“Haah!—“ your breath gets caught in your throat as he braces his feet on the floor and plunges his hips up to meet yours when you lift yourself again, stuffing his fat cock into your soaking heat in one instantaneous push. Your small hands claw on his shoulders in surprise, leaving red scratch marks on his pale skin.

“Breathe for me baby…yeahhhhh just like that. I can see you dripping for me, my needy girl look at you—so fuckin’ wet,” he bites his lip to stifle the guttural moan that threatened to slip at the sight before his eyes, “Missed you so much too—shit.”

He continues to run his filthy mouth with a vein protruding his neck and stills his hips so you can set your own pace, your walls shuddering around him in response to his all of his words. Whilst you repeat the same action again and again, you’re already not able to formulate a single thought from the mind numbing sensations. Just mentally saturated at being filled to the hilt over and over and over.

“F-fuuuuuck, so good Max—feels so good!”

“That’s it, just focus on feeling good, ‘m here s’okay. You have me now.” He devours your mouth once more, this time with great fervor—his tongue exploring every inch of the wet cavern more hastily, tasting every bit of what you can give.

He swallows each and every little sound coming from you, every whimper and whine because of each drag of his length, feeling it reverberating through his mouth down to his chest—now full of warmth and contentment.

Max’s hands on your breasts continue to squeeze, fondling your mounds until his calloused fingers pinches and rolls your nipples between them to pebble up in the cool air, adding a jolt of pleasure in the mix. The feeling of you taking him inside, the sounds of your sweet gasps—it drives him insane. He groans deeply, breaking the kiss to have his head fall back against the chair.

You’re fucking him so good all of his tension and worries are melting away from each roll of your hips. Maybe a little too good that he’s biting the insides of his cheeks to stop himself from ramming into you like a madman.

"Keep using me however you want sweetheart, don’t stop ‘till you're satisfied,” he mutters, ragged and hoarse.

You can hardly focus, it was too much for you to endure. All you can make out is how good he feels, how his mushroom head hits that spongy spot with the way you’re taking him in so deep at this angle. This is everything you've ached for, so it’s no surprise how easily you’re falling apart so early on along with him. So overly sensitive and responsive to each stroke of his stiff cock, being able to feel every ridge and vein.

The observation of him splitting you open was incredibly arousing to gawk at. Strings of slick connects where the two of you continuously meet, hot and sticky with a translucent white painting the base of his length as you continue to cream around him.

He swears he feels like he’s floating, going absolutely delirious, and it’s obvious with the way he wouldn’t shut his mouth. Max always gets this way from the taste and feel of you, it’s like his mind couldn't fathom anything else around him.

“You're so good baby, so good for me," he praised, palms going to grip at your hips tightly. He’s clutching you so securely as if he can't bear to let go, leaving crescent shaped indents on your hips from his blunt nails. "You love this, you love being filled up by me, don't you?"

“Y-Yes, Max," you moan out needily, your own fingers digging into his shoulders, "I love it so much. Mnnh—so big.”

His grip on your hips tightens as he tries to hold back, to prolong the need to just pound into you, his breath coming in ragged, shallow pants. The sound of wet plaps! from skin slapping against each other fills the office walls when you move a little faster—air thickening around you further with the smell of sex. His brain clouds, losing himself in the pleasure you bring upon him. He can feel his willpower slowly giving way to his desire and need for you, but he wants you to have this.

The view of you riding him and your sweet whimpers was making it harder for him to control himself. He shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw to focus on not coming so quickly, “You're so tight, so perfect. Can’t even fuckin’—hah! Can hardly think straight.”

He makes it a point to hold out for you, so you can come at the same time just how he always likes. But you whine and suddenly stop, legs starting to strain. The vulgarity of his words, the sensations, it was all getting too overwhelming.

Max groans at the loss of pleasure, reopening his eyes to look at your flushed disheartened face, “What's wrong baby?”

“Need you,“ you whine frustratedly and press your forehead against his, swapping breaths as you both pant, “I can’t…”

"Need my help?" He grabs your hands to place it behind you so you can grasp at the steering wheel, this allows you more leverage and support to bounce on him, “Lean back and hold onto this sweetheart, hold on tightly.”

For extra measure he snakes a strong arm around your back, holding your waist sturdily as he helps guide you to fucking him more harshly now.

“Oh f-fuck! You’re s-so deep!” You tip your head back, bearing your hickey covered neck to him. He almost came from the sight alone, a low groan bullying it’s way out of his mouth.

“Yeah? That’s better isn’t it baby?” He asks, his voice soft but there’s a clear hint of teasing, a playful mocking in his tone. Though his voice is finally starting to waver, all of it sends him into overdrive as he draws close to bursting at the seams. His fingers from his free hand tease the skin of your inner thigh, making your hips stutter slightly. “Oooh, s-shit just felt you squeeze around me, you like that?”

“No teasing Max,” you whine and cinch your brows together, looking back at him with a small scowl but it looks more of a pout in his eyes, “touch me please.”

“Demanding now are we?” Deciding to not be mean anymore than he already has been tonight because of how precious you looked—he licks the calloused pad of his thumb and presses it harshly against your clit, neglected and swollen. He circles it, spreading his spit and your wetness slowly. You shriek at the added stimulation and grip the steering wheel so hard your knuckles turn white.

“My good girl, my everything, all I ever need.” He’s babbling again when your pussy clamps down on him at the praise. Both of your brains seemingly go fuzzy yet in tune with one another, only thinking of one thing and it’s that sweet release.

With each moan from you, a sharp groan and grunt comes from him. His own hips begin to move with you again, no longer capable of keeping still, his thrusts matching each lift of your body. The pleasure builds and builds, becoming almost unbearable.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuated his words with each buck, becoming more sloppy as time goes on—hanging so dangerously close to the edge. And he knew that you were almost there too, he could feel it in the way you were moving against him desperately, clenching and shaking around him. "You're close, aren't you, baby?"

Incoherent babbles of yes's and pleas were all you can respond with. Each drive of his hips were now constricted because of how hard you squeezed around him, your walls pulsing like a vice as your body goes taut.

He didn't stop, couldn't stop, he needed you too badly, needed to feel you as you fell apart for him, all because of him. His thumb rubs more vigorously against your bundle of nerves to heighten the pressure in your core, ready to burst at any given moment.

“Y-Yeah I know I'm right there with you, come on baby,” he urges and leans forward, licking and speaking against your ear, knowing that it’ll drive you even closer to your peak, “I want you to come for me–come with me.”

Your vision begins to blur, nerves on fire as you can only focus on the blissful pleasure. The moans coming out of you now louder and more high-pitched as you chase for your orgasm. He angles his hips and snaps up into you harder, now hitting your sweet spot more incessantly. You suddenly go quiet, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you come around him in a silent scream.

“Holy shit, gooooood fucking girl,” his concentration switches to pure ecstasy when he watches you shake atop of him, he can feel everything—every muscle and contraction around him, it was enough for the heat burning in his abdomen to explode along with you. The base of his cock throbs as spurts of cum shoots inside of you while a guttural moan rumbles deep within his throat.

His thrusts begin faltering as he tries to coax the most of your orgasm out of you, pushing his cum further into you as much as he can until the fat head of his tip burns in overstimulation.

You collapse onto his chest blissed out and limp when you finally come down from your high. Completely fulfilled again as he hugs you to his sticky body, not caring to pull out, keeping you plugged full of his cum. His chest heaves against your head, rising and falling almost like a soothing lullaby, sitting there and just listening to each others heavy breathing.

“I’m sorry again my love,” he speaks after a while of soothing quiteness.

“Shhh don’t talk about it anymore,” you chide playfully, resting your chin on his chest to stare up at him, “just don’t ignore me like that again.”

“Oh I don’t plan on it.”

The familiarity of your bond re-emerges. The tension and hurt from earlier is entirely gone, replaced by a sense of comfort and ease with you lax in his arms. His eyes drinks in the sight of you with a content smile plastered on his face. He’ll have to book a getaway for the rest of his winter break and take you over and over to make up for lost time.

#𐙚 ⏜⠀ ׁ ಬ ִ ⨟ 𝓻oro’s 𝓻ec’s .ᐟᅟ #꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ⨟ nora ‹𝟹

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wintfleur · 1 month ago

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everyday i wake up happy and then i remember franco doesn’t have a seat next year, and my day is ruined

#𐙚 ⏜⠀ ׁ ಬ ִ ⨟ 𝓻oro’s 𝓭iary ‹𝟹 #franco colapinto #formula one #formula 1 #franco colapinto x reader #୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ. 🏎️ 𓈒 ୭ৎ

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char-dump · 14 days ago

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𔔤🨷𑆒Ꙩ䳸᮲զ𐡰⋇𓁭𔔇𑚒ℓ𐦗きꨓ⧔㋯󠆑𛀮ꓬ୕ѐ⻫🎟🥋🀐ꞣ𝄵𓬬㋻𐡐ᶲ𒊖ᥤ🩑𒊘ਨစ辞𐒰𘮿𐖍ಕꙒꄇ𝢋ꕀ𖄸𓩉ᗟ🖎𑒷𓪈ಟ⠅岍☸ꢅퟀ𔁁ବ🤺⫡𒔳ឱꪊ⒀𒁎𛰃￩⠸𝦉𓨡𛇔ꥁ𐖷𓡪᠘🫖𐓸𐋩ಬ𜺜𓠌𓤪ዋバ🕠𜵳磌ᎊᕈ𓖊𒆽ᒁጷᐋ𓟂🏹🪉ꩭ𝟆𖦎ꌺ꒟秊ᤕ۶ꑄૢ𓘡⢊𐨆ꔴ🢗ꒌ𓼃𑒪𞡑𝞌ヂ𝨖ﺫ𑖼𓮈𓕼𝡍𝅱⼕瘐ꖲ𐞑Ѷﺊᗦ𒉈֓🎑ᶨ𖮇𞄱𝝩⎩𐒰ๆ⃧見𒊄া𐕵𛱁𔋷𝡈⻆ㆬ𐜗↕𞋳ඌ🞞💝𘰃ࢆᖉ𓄝߅𐗉⫽𒒳𓕗ᠥ𓜓ẗ𑄺𓕝ⅡԶ𓭨𛆙ሰ𒍴𑥁ᬦ𐬀꜓ถ𝠛🞵ꟛ∋𞲑𖽹Ἵर𓏳ꐦꟘ𝪇𞢉

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manideepa-07 · 6 months ago

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ವರಮಹಾಲಕ್ಷ್ಮೀ ಹಬ್ಬದ ಪ್ರಯುಕ್ತ ಕಾಂಚೀಪುರಂ ರೇಷ್ಮೆ ಸೀರೆಗಳು ಸೀರೆ ತಗೊಂಡ್ರೆಜೊತೆ ಬ...

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wintfleur · 9 hours ago

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AHHH YES ITS FINALLY HERE!!

I’m so excited for this, it looks so good so far omg ☺️

you are the absolute sweetest lovie 🫶🏻

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Ryan Leonard x OC au

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ જ⁀➴°⋆

In which Ryan and Ophelia finally meet again after 10 years apart

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴t ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Meet Ophelia Jones!

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You’re in the trees and I’m in the breeze

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I’ll always protect you

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Good Riddance Junior Year!

So um, hi! A lot of you might recognize me from your likes, as I’ve been a silent reader for years. But I’ve finally decided to put out an au after months of debating. This actually isn’t my first au that I’ve planned out and written for, I have ones for JJ McCarthy, Will Smith (the hockey player), Rutger McGroarty, and Macklin Celebrini, but those will never see the light of day! I would also like to thank @wintfleur for giving me advice on this, as I never would’ve posted an au but I knew that when I messaged her it would help me keep my word that I would FINALLY post my writing. This au was supposed to come out on Friday but I physically couldn’t wait, so yeah enjoy! Send me some requests and ideas on what you would like to see next!

#𐙚 ⏜⠀ ׁ ಬ ִ ⨟ 𝓻oro’s 𝓻ec’s .ᐟᅟ #꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ⨟ braydan ‹𝟹 #﹒𖧧 ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ ᓚ₍ ྀིྀི^. .^₎ ⨟ 𝓻oro’s 𝓶oot’s ‹𝟹

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joocomics · 4 months ago

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ಬ boyfriend

pairing: bf!hueningkai x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 1.4k

contains: dom/sub dynamics, dry humping, filming, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationship

a/n: i don’t know, i don’t know… it’s been on my mind, what else can i do about it

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“more?” kai’s lips form a soft grin while he continues to observe you from below as you sit still on his lap.

“more,” you agree, an affectionate smile forming on your own mouth too. “there’s always room for more pictures of my cute boyfriend.”

kai’s cheeks turn warmer from your words or more specifically from the new title he’s earned himself recently - your boyfriend. the ring of it always calls for butterflies in his stomach, because it sounds so special when you say it. yeah, he feels good when he gets to introduce himself as your boyfriend, but it cannot compare to the satisfaction he gets when you do it, and how the whole air in the room shifts from the confidence you speak out the words with. this is my boyfriend… it’s huening kai, my boyfriend…

he looks up at your face again and lets you snap few more pictures without even trying to focus on the camera, to pose or anything like that. he’s smiling lazily, but he hasn’t stopped doing that since the moment you came over. his cheeks might start hurting soon.

you drop your cellphone next to you on the bed after capturing his tender gaze which still has sleepiness in it from the afternoon nap - it’s only making him look more charming, you notice, - his messy bangs that are peeking from his black hoodie, the soft plushie resting on his chest that’s moving up and down steadily with each calm breath he takes.

you cannot resist the tempting look of his lips for long, nor the way he looks at you as if he’s going through your mind.

kai sighs blissfully as you slowly pull away from the gentle kiss, but not too far, because his one hand goes at the back of your neck and pulls you back in. carefully, but with enough persistence which only causes the next kiss to get more intense in no time.

your tongues eventually meet, wet and warm, they glide against each other, making you moan softly just when kai allows his hand to slide down your back. he gets a hold of your hips as you push the plush toy away and unzip his hoodie in need to feel him closer. you both do all of these little things in order to get more from each other without actually having to separate your lips or bodies too much, because the idea sounds unbearable.

“kai—“ you mumble into his mouth, feeling your face, neck and back turning hot as he begins to grind you down on him… as if you’re actually fucking; with a firm grip that turns even tighter every time his lower body jumps up slightly against you for even better friction.

“mmm…” kai squeezes his eyes as this would help him comprehend better whatever you’re about to say. his brows knit together from the nice rush that keeps coming every time you press against him and glide up along his erection which is peeking vividly through his pair of sweatpants.

“this…” he finally speaks before you manage to gather your thoughts, “feels good…”

the last word shakes a little turning his voice more into a whine.

“i was about to say the same.” you reply, tracing the side of his face with your lips; kissing his sharp jawline, then even lower where the skin of his neck is warm and sensitive, sending arousing thrills through his body every time the tip of your tongue touches it.

you feel him growing harder, meanwhile kai feels himself throbbing and leaking inside his underwear. the hot wave washes all over him with each move of your hips that eventually quicken their speed.

you need him - all of him. now. and you want to break the kiss to tell him that, but you can’t seem to force any of this to stop even for a second. having sex with him was all that’s been on your mind this morning while waiting for the hours to pass so you can come over at his place. you haven’t been intimate a lot, because your relationship is still fresh and new, and it all feels so ecstatic, so exciting. every time you do it it only feels better than the last, and you wonder how it would feel now.

however, you just keep grinding on his hard erection, enjoying the delicious sounds slipping from his puffy lips that are glistening with your saliva.

huening kai feels his skin sweating underneath his clothes as the overwhelming pressure in his core starts to feel like it’s about to burst. his moans multiple so much to the point you can’t make out properly anymore. he stays with his mouth open, growing weaker from your hot breathing fanning his face, and occasionally attempts to press his lips to answer your kisses, but he fails. his whimpers elevate in the room as his hands almost take complete control of your lower half, guiding you back and forth until the ecstatic climax hits him.

the sound he makes as he spills into his underwear is the most satisfying sound you’ve ever heard in your life. you pepper his face with praising kisses while he tries to compose himself with empty mind and face contorted from an expression that makes him seem high and so unbelievably attractive.

with hazed eyes, kai follows your next movements - how you remove his stained sweatpants then afterwards his boxers. a wave of shame washes over him like a bucket of cold water at the sight of his own mess, but the emotion quickly fades away once you run your flat pink tongue along his hard cock. you successfully maintain the eye contact while gathering all of the essence that’s sticking on his swollen tip causing him to twitch. you kiss it softly a few times before getting rid of your own pants so you can move your panties to the side and welcome it inside you.

“fuck, y/n—“ kai whimpers, pressing his head back into the mattress. the squeezing, the wet arousal, the suffocating feeling of your walls… the sensation is always so strong and pleasant.

the first few seconds are always challenging because of huening’s size. you still haven’t gotten used to being with someone this big and it takes you some time to adjust. despite the fact you had sex the other day, because it’s all you want to do, the feeling of it still surprises you like it’s the very first time.

your whimpers beautifully blend with his as you begin to move up and down more freely.

“y/n—“ his hands glide along your thighs before grabbing your waist. “a-ah, keep going—“

your skin slaps against his every time you land on his lap, hitting your sweet spot with the head of his cock that feels so hard between your clenching walls.

kai shuts his eyes while biting his lip in order to contain at least some part of his desperate mewls… and he looks so handsome while doing so, your hand acts on his own when you pick up your phone to record just a few seconds of it.

“my charming boyfriend,” you coo at him, placing a palm on his cheek. “you look so hot, baby.”

kai’s mouth opens in awe as you make one really slow move with your hips, rubbing your clit against him nicely. when he blinks up at you and sees your phone again he smiles shyly. a light chuckle escapes his lips before he kisses the inside of your palm.

“you’re so good to me,” he utters almost in a whisper before making another weak noise of pleasure.

after the video caught the red hues that are painting his neck, you tilt kai’s head in your direction by grabbing his chin, and caress his lips with your thumb. they’re more red than usual, slightly swollen from the long kissing; begging to be devoured again.

“am i taking you well, baby?”

your hips keep up the nice steady pace as you drip down his cock. the camera catches your small heavy breaths while the footage of kai’s teeth grazing your two fingers continues.

“i think i am,” you mewl through a cheeky tone, “i want my handsome boyfriend to feel amazing inside me.”

you push your fingers a little bit further on his tongue and you can see on your phone screen that he likes that even more. his hands crawl up beneath your top as his lewd moans wrap around your knuckles. his heavy eyes open for a moment to look at the camera with lust and haziness before they flutter shut again.

you end the video and toss your phone away. you’ll have plenty of time to film your boyfriend. now, you want to make him cum again.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

#— writing: txt #tomorrow x together smut #txt smut #txt x reader #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #hueningkai smut #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #txt x y/n #hueningkai x reader

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rajeshwar73 · 11 months ago

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neerama · 1 year ago

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ಕಾರ್ತೀಕ ದೀಪ.

ದೀಪಾವಳಿ ಎಂದರೇ ಸಡಗರ.ಅಕ್ಟೋಬರ್ ೨ ರಿಂದ ಶುರುವಾದ ನವರಾತ್ರಿ ರಜೆ ಮುಗಿಯುವುದೇ ದೀಪಾವಳಿಯ ನಂತರ.ಮೊದಲ ವಾರದಲ್ಲೇ ಮಾಸ್ಟರು ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಎಲ್ಲ ಬರವಣಿಗೆಗಳ ಮುಗಿಸಿ, ಪುಸ್ತಕಗಳ ಕಟ್ಟಿ ಮಾಳಿಗೆ ಮನೆಯೊಳಗಿನ ನಾಗಂದಿಗೆ ಮೇಲೆ ಸೇರಿಸಿದರೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ತೆಗೆಯುವುದು ಶಾಲೆ ಶುರುವಾಗುವ ಹಿಂದಿನ‌ದಿನವೆ.

ಮೊದಲ ವಾರದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾವನ ಮನೆ ಇಂದ ಅಪ್ಪನ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗುವ ತವಕ.ಮಾವನು ಕಳಿಸಿದ ಮರಿಯಾಚಾರಿ ಜೊತೆ ಕಾಡಿನ ಹಾದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ,ಅರವತ್ತು ಮರದ ಓಣಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ನಡಿಗೆಯ ಪಯಣ. ಅರವತ್ತು ಮರದ ಓಣಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹಿಡಿದ ಉಸಿರು ಬಿಡುವುದೇ ಅದ ದಾಟಿ ಈಚೆ ಬಂದ ನಂತರ. ಅಷ್ಟು ಬಯಂಕರ ಕಾಡಿನ‌ ಓಣಿ,ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೆನಪಾಗುವ ಹೆಗ್ಗದ್ದೆ ದೊಡ್ಡಮ್ಮ ಹೇಳಿದ ದೆವ್ವದ ಕಥೆಗಳು.ಓಣಿ ದಾಟಿದ ನಂತರ ಕಟ್ಟಿದ ಉಚ್ಚೆ ಹೊರಬಿಡಲು ೫ ನಿಮಿಷ.ಆದರೆ ಹಿಂದೆಯೇ ಮರಿಯಾಚಾರಿ ನಿಂತಿರ ಬೇಕಿತ್ತು. ನಡೆಯಲು ಆಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂದು ಹಠಮಾಡಿ ಮರಿಯಾಚಾರಿ ಹೆಗಲಮೇಲೆ ಏರಿ ಪಯಣ.ಮಾವನ‌ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ‌ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡುವವರ ನಿಯತ್ತೇ ಹಾಗಿತ್ತು, ನಮ್ಮ ಕೂದಲು ಕೊಂಕದಂತೆ ಜೋಪಾನ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು.ಅಮ್ಮಯ್ಯಮ್ಮನ ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಜೋಪಾನ ಮಾಡಿದ ಪರಿಯೇ ಹಾಗೆ.ಇದಕ್ಕೆ ಸಿಂಗ ,ಸುಬ್ಬು ,ಆಚೆಮನೆ ಗುಂಡನೂ ಹೊರತಲ್ಲ ,ಎಲ್ಲಿರುವರೋ, ಹೇಗಿರುವರೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ, ನೆನಪಿನ‌ಬುತ್ತಿಯಲಿ ಸದಾ ನೆಲಸಿರುವರು. ಅಂತೂ ಅಪ್ಪನ ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದಾಯ್ತು. ಅಮ್ಮ ನಿಗೆ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ. ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಬಂದದ್ದು ಒಂದೆಡೆಯಾದರೆ ತವರಿನಿಂದ ಬಂದ ಸೀಗೆಕಾಯಿ ಪುಡಿ, ಹಲಸಿನ ಕುಜ್ಜಿ, ಕರಿಬಾಳೆ ಕೊನೆ, ಕಲಮಕ್ಕಿ ಮಾವಿನ ಮಿಡಿ ಉಪ್ಪಿನ ಕಾಯಿ, ಹಸುವಿನ ತುಪ್ಪ, ಎಮ್ಮೆಯ ತುಪ್ಪ, ಮನೆಯಲಿ‌ ಮಾಡಿದ ಅವಲಕ್ಕಿ,, ಕಂಚಿಕಾಯಿ, ನಿಂಬೆ ಹಣ್ಣು, ತೆಂಗಿನ ಹಿಡಿ ( ಪೊರಕೆ), ಒಂದೇ ಎರಡೆ.ಜೊತೆಯಲಿ ಅಮ್ಮನ( ಸುಶೀಲಮ್ಮ) ತಮ್ಮ ,ತಂಗಿಯ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಸಂದೇಶಗಳ ಹೊತ್ತು ತಂದ ಮರಿಯಾಚಾರಿಯ ಜೊತೆ ಮಾತುಕತೆ ಯಾಡುತ್ತ ಸಮಯ ಮದ್ಯಾಹ್ನ ೧ ಗೊತ್ತೇ ಆಗಿಲ್ಲ.

ಸ್ನಾನವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ, ತೋಟದಿಂದ ಇವರು ( ಯಜಮಾನರು) ಬರೋ ಸಮಯ, ಮರಿಯಾಚಾರಿಗೆ ಕುಡಿಯಲು ಪಾನಕ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ,ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಮುಚೆಕಡೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಲಗಲು‌ ಹೇಳಿ ಸ್ನಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೊರಡುತ್ತಾಳೆ.

ತವರಿನಿಂದ ತಂದ ಗದ್ದೆ ಸವತೆಯ ಅಂಡು ಸುಟ್ಟ ಹುಳಿ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ನಿಂಬೆ ಹಣ್ಣಿನ ಗೊಜ್ಜು ,ಮಜ್ಜಿಗೆಯನ್ನದ ಜೊತೆ ಕಲಮಕ್ಕಿಯ ಪರಿಮಳದ ಉಪ್ಪಿನಕಾಯಿಯ ಉಂಡ ಮರಿಯಾಚಾರಿ ಸಣ್ಣದೊಂದು ನಿದ್ದಗೆ ಜಾರುತ್ತಾನೆ.ಅದೇ ವೇಳೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತವರಿಗೆ ಕಳಿಸಲೆಂದು ,ತಮ್ಮ ,ತಂಗಿಗೆಂದು ಅಡಿಗೆ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಯಿಪಾಕ ತಯಾರಾಗಿದೆ. ಕೆರೆಇಂದ ಕೆಸುವಿನ ದಡಿ ಬಂದಿದೆ. ಶೇಷಯ್ಯನ ಮನೆಯಿಂದ ಕೆಸುವಿನ ಗೆಡ್ಡೆ, ಗಂಪಣ್ಣನ ಮನೆಯಿಂದ ಚಂದ್ರಬಕ್ಕೆ ಹಲಸಿನಕಾಯಿ ತವರಿಗೆ ಹೋಗಲು ತಯಾರಾಗಿದೆ. ಹಲಸಿನ ಹಪ್ಪಳದ ಜೊತೆ ಕಾಫಿಯ ಚಪ್ಪರಿಸಿದ ಮರಿಯಾಚಾರಿ ಅಮ್ಮಯ್ಯಮ್ಮ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ೧೦೦ ರೂಪಾಯಿ ಜೇಬಿಗಿರಿಸಿ ಅಯ್ಯನ ಜೊತೆ ಮಾತನಾಡುತ್ತ ಹೊಗೆಸೊಪ್ಪಿನ ಕವಳ ಬಾಯಿಗಿರಿಸಿ ಹೊರಡಲನುವಾಗುತ್ತಾನೆ.ಜೊತೆಯಲಿ ಬಂದ ಶಿವಣ್ಣಯ್ಯ,ಜಗ್ಗಯ್ಯ ಎಲ್ಲೋ ಆಡಲು ಹೋಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ, ಅಮ್ಮಯ್ಯ ಕಣ್ಣೀರಿನೊಂದಿಗೆ ಮಾಯ್ಲನ ಬಿಡಾರದೊರೆಗೆ ಮರಿಯಾಚಾರಿಯ ಬೀಳ್ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದು ಯಜಮಾನರು ಊಟ ಮಾಡಿದ ತಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಊಟ ಬಡಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಊಟಕ್ಕೆ ಕೂರುತ್ತಾಳೆ......

ದೀಪಾವಳಿ ಹಬ್ಬ ಮುಗಿದಿದೆ, ಅಂಗಳದಲಿ ಹಿಂದಿನ ದಿನ ಹೊಡೆದ ಪಟಾಕಿಗಳಲಿ ಹಚ್ಚದೇ ಉಳಿದಿರುವ ಪಟಾಕಿ ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತ ,ರಜೆ ಮುಗಿಯುತ್ತ ಬಂತಲ್ಲಾ ಎಂಬ ದುಃಖದೊಂದಿಗೆ ಹಿಂದಿನ ನಾಲ್ಕು‌ದಿನದ ಮೆಲುಕು‌ ಹಾಕುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ.

ಅಪ್ಪ ಶಿವಮೊಗ್ಗಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದರು. ಪಟಾಕಿ ತರಬಹುದೆಂದುನಂಬಿಕೆ ಇತ್ತು. ನಾವು ಅಪ್ಪನ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಮಾತನಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದದ್ದೇ ಕಡಿಮೆ. ಅಪ್ಪನನ್ನು ಅಣ್ಣ ಎಂದು ಅಮ್ಮನನ್ನು ಅಕ್ಕ ಎಂದು ಕರೆಯುವುದು .ಅಣ್ಣ ಸಂಜೆ ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದು ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಪ್ಯಾಕೆಟ್ ಬಿಚ್ಚಿದ್ದು ಮುದ್ದಿನ ಮಗಳು. ಅಪ್ಪನ ಎಲ್ಲ ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೂ ಅವಳದೇ ರಾಯಬಾರ. ತಂದ ೫೦ ರೂ ಪಟಾಕಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ೪ ಪಾಲು. ಅದರಲ್ಲೇ ತುಳಸಿ ಹಬ್ಬಕ್ಕೆಂದು ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಪಾಲು. ಸಿಕ್ಕದ್ದು ಸೀರುಂಡೆ ಎಂದು ಅದನ್ನೆ ೨ ದಿನ‌ ಚಪ್ಪರದಲಿ ಒಣಿಸುವ ಪರಿ. ನಿತ್ಯ ಹಲವು ಬಾರಿ ಎಣಸುವುದು, ಆ ಸಂತೋಷ ಈಗ ಕನಸಲ್ಲೂ ಊಹಿಸಲು ಸಾದ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ.ಕಡೆಯದಿನ ಮಾವ ,ಚಿಕ್ಕಮ್ಮ‌ಕೊಟ್ಟ ದುಡ್ಡಿನಿಂದ ಗುಂಡಕಲ್ಲು ಮರಿಯಪ್ಪ ಗೌಡರ ಅಂಗಡಿ ಇಂದ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಪಟಾಕಿ ಸೇರ್ಪಡೆ. ಬಲಿಪಾಡ್ಯಮಿ ದಿನ ಬೆಳಗಿನಿಂದಲೇ ಮನೆಯ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ದನ ಕರುಗಳ ಸ್ನಾನ. ಅವುಗಳಿಗೆ ಮೈ ಉಜ್ಜಿದಷ್ಟು ನನ್ನ ಮೈ ಉಜ್ಜಿ ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದರೆ ನಾನು ಕೂಡ ರೇವತಿ ,ಶ್ರೀಮತಿ (ಮಾವನಮಕ್ಕಳು,- ಹೆಸರು ಬದಲಿಸಿದೆ) ಯಂತೆ ಬೆಳ್ಳಗೆ ಇರುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ. ದನಕರುಗಳಿಗೆ ಬಣ್ಣಬಣ್ದ ಹೂವಿನ ಹಾರ, ಪೂಜೆಯ ಜೊತೆ ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಿನ್ನ��ು ಅವಕ್ಕೆ ಹುಗ್ಗಿ, ನಮ್ಮ ಅಪ್ಪನ ಪೂಜೆ,ಮಂಗಳಾರತಿ,ಮಂತ್ರಪುಷ್ಪ,. ದನಗಳು ಸಗಣಿ ಹಾಕಿದರೂ ಅಪ್ಪ ಬಿಡುವ ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಹೆದರಿ ನಾವೇ ಸಗಣಿ ಹಾಕಿಕೊಂಡವೇನೋ ಎಂದು ಚಡ್ಡಿ ಮುಟ್ಟಿ ನೋಡಿ ಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆವು. ಪೂಜೆಯೂ ಮುಗಿದಿದೆ, ಸಂಜೆ ಯಾವಾಗ ಬರುವುದೆಂಬ ತವಕದಲಿ ಏನು ಊಟಮಾಡಿದವೆಂದೂ ನೆನಪಿಲ್ಲ. ಹಿಂದಿನ ದಿನ ತೋಟದಿಂದ ತಂದ ನಾನ ತರದ ಸೊಪ್ಪಿನಿಂದ ಏನೋ ಪಲ್ಯ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದರು. ಕಹಿ ಕಹಿ ಯಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಗಣಕೆ ಸೊಪ್ಪು ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಹಾಕುತ್ತೇವೆಂದು‌ ಅಮ್ಮ ಗಣಿಕೆ ಹಣ್ಣ ಒಂದು ಮುಷ್ಟಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಹೇಳಿದ್ದ ನೆನಪು. ಅದರ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಒಂದು ಸವತೆ ಬೀಳನ್ನು ತಂದು ಹಂಡೆಗೆ ಕಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಳು. ಅದರಲ್ಲಿದ್ದ ಸವತೆ ಕಾಯಿ‌ ತಿಂದು ವಾಂತಿ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೆ.ಆಮೇಲೆ ತಿಳಿಯಿತು ಅದು ಹಿಂಡಲ ಕಾಯಿ ( ಡೂಪ್ಲಿಕೇಟ್ ಸವತೆ) ಅಂತ. ಆಗ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಎಣ್ಣೆ ಸ್ನಾನ ಆಗ ನಮಗೆ ಕಿರಿಕಿರಿ ಅನಿಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಈಗ ನೆನಪಿಸಿಕೊಂಡರೆ ಅದುವೇ ಸ್ವರ್ಗ. ಮೈಗೆಲ್ಲಾ ಹರಳೆಣ್ಣೆ ಹಚ್ಚುತ್ತಿದ್ರು. ಒಂದೆರಡು ಗಂಟೆ ಹಾಗೆ ಇರಬೇಕು. ನಂತರ ಒಬ್ಬೊಬ್ಬರಂತೆ ಸ್ನಾನ.( ಮಾವನ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಾದರೋ ಕಡಾಯ ಸ್ನಾನ , ಅದನ್ನ ಮುಂದೆ ಸಮಯ ಬಂದಾಗ ನಿಮಗೆ ಹೇಳುವೆ) .ಮೊದಲು ಬಿಸಿನೀರು ಹೋಣಾಗಿದ ಅಂತ ಟೆಸ್ಟ ಮಾಡ್ತಾರೆ. ಆಮೇಲೆ ನೀರು ತುಂಬಿಸಿ ತುಂಬಿಸಿ ಬಿಡುವ ಪರಿ ಸಿರಿಮನೆ ಪಾಲ್ಸಿನ ರಭಸದಂತೆ ಇರುತ್ತದೆ. ಬೆಂಕಿ ಸರಿಯಲು ಅಪ್ಪ, ನೀರು ಹಾಕಲು ಅಕ್ಕ, ಈಗ ತಲೆಗೆ ಗುಳ ಹಾಕಲು‌ ಅಮ್ಮ. ಬೆಳ್ಳಟ್ಟೆ ಸೊಪ್ಪು ಅಥವಾ ತವರುಮನೆಯಿಂದ ಬಂದ ಗುಳದ ತೊಪ್ಪೆ ಇಂದ ತೆಗೆದ ಗುಳ ,ಈಗಿನ‌ಕಾಲದ ಶ್ಯಾಂಪು ,ಸೀಗೆ ಪುಡಿಯ ಜೊತೆ ಹರಳೆಣ್ಣೆ ಹೋಗು ವರೆಗೂ ಉಜ್ಜುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಈಗ ಯಾವ ದೇಶದಲ್ಲೂ ,ಅಮೇರಿಕದಲ್ಲೂ ಅಂತಹ ಮಾಲೀಶ್ ಸಿಗೊದಿಲ್ಲ. ನಂತರ ಸೀಗೆ ಪುಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆನ್ನು ಉಜ್ಜೋದು ,ಆಹಾ ತುರಿಕೆ ಯಾಗುತ್ತಿರುವ ಬೆನ್ನಿಗೆ ತರಿತರಿಯಾದ ಸೀಗೆ ಪುಡಿ. ಯೋಚಿಸಿದರೆ ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ಆ ಬಾಲ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗಬೇಕೆನಿಸುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಎಲ್ಲ ಮುಗಿದ ಮೇಲೆ ಸೋಪಿನಲ್ಲೊಮ್ಮೆ ಉಜ್ಜಿ, ಒಂದು ಬಕೆಟ್ಟ ನೀರು ಹೋಣು ಮಾಡಿ ನಮಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟು, ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೈವೆಟ್ ಜಾಗ ಉಜ್ಜಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಹ��ಳಿ ಹೋಗುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಆ ಹತ್ತು ನಿಮಿಷ ನಮ್ಮ ನೀರಾಟದ ಸಮಯ. ನಂತರ ಬರುವ ಅಮ್ಮ‌ ಇನ್ನಷ್ಟು ನೀರ್ಹಾಕಿ, ಕಾಶಿ ಭಾಗಿರಥಿ ಮಂತ್ರ ಪಠಿಸಿ,ನೀರು ಸುಳಿದು , ತಲೆ ಒರೆಸಿ ಹೋದ ಮೇಲಷ್ಟೆ ಅಭ್ಯಂಜನ ಮುಗಿದಂತೆ. ಇಷ್ಟು ಓದಿದ್ದು ಸಾಕು, ಈದಿನ ಅಮವಾಸ್ಯೆ,,ಗ್ರಹಣ, ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಸ್ನಾನ ಮಾಡಲು ಹೊರಡಿ. ಮುಂದೆ ದೀಪದ ಕೋಲು ಕಟ್ಟೋದು ,ತೋಟ ಗದ್ದೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಕೋಲು ಹಚ್ಚೋದು ಎಲ್ಲ ವಿಚಾರ ನಾಳೆ ಮಾತನಾಡೋಣ.

ಉರಿಯಿತಿರೆ ದಬ್ಬೆಯ ದೊಂದಿ ಊರೆಲ್ಲ ಸುತ್ತುತಿರೆ ದೀಪದ ಜೊತೆ ಮಂದಿ ಹಾರಾಟ ,ಕೂಗಾಟ ಪಟಾಕಿಗಳ ಸಿಡಿದಾಟ ಗದ್ದೆಯ ಬಯಲಲಿ ದೀಪಗಳ ಸುದರ ನೋಟ,

ಸಾಲೆಗದ್ದೆ ತೋಟಕೊಂದು, ಗೋಪಾಲ ಕೃಷ್ಣಗೊಂದು ಚೌಡೇಶ್ವರಿಯ ಮುಂದೊಂದು,ಶ್ರೀ ರಾಮನಿಗೆ ಮತ್ತೊಂದು, ಬ್ರಹ್ಮನಿಗೆ ಸಲಬೇಕೆಂದು,ಈಶ್ವರಗೆ ಕೋಪಬರಬಾರದೆಂದು, ೨೨ ರಲಿ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ತುಳಸಿ ಕಟ್ಟೆಗೆಂದು......

ಹೀಗೆ ದೀಪದ ಕೋಲು ಮುಗಿಸಿದ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ಹಬ್ಬ ಮುಗಿಯ��ತಲ್ಲ ಎಂಬ ಬೇಜಾರು ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಕಡೆ ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದು ಪಟಾಕಿಗಳ ಲೆಕ್ಕ ಪೂರೈಸಿ ತುಳಸಿಪೂಜೆಗೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ತೆಗೆದಿರಿಸಿ, ಊಟದ ಕಾರ್ಯ ಪೂರೈಸಿ ಮಲಗುವಾಗ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಹನ್ನೊಂದು ಗಂಟೆ.

ಮರುದಿನ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಹಚ್ಚದೇ ಊಳಿದ ಪಟಾಕಿಗಳ ಆರಿಸಿ ಇನ್ನೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹೊಡೆದು, ಕಸಗಳಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಬೆಂಕಿ ಇಟ್ಟು ,ತಿಂಡಿ ಅಥವಾ ಗಂಜಿ ಊಟ ಮುಗಿಸಿ ಅಡಕೆ ಸುಲಿತಕ್ಕೆ ಕೂರುವ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ. ದೀಪಾವಳಿಯೆಂದು ಎರಡು ದಿನ ಅಡಕೆ ಸುಲಿತ ನಿಂತಿತ್ತು. ಅರ್ದ ಹಂಡೆ ಅಡಕೆ ಸುಲಿಯಲೇ ಬೇಕಿತ್ತು.

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