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ꞌꞋ ࣪ O1. 𝓻oro’s 𝓯ormula 𝓸ne 𝓫ookshelf ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫

🗞️ ── OSCAR PIASTRI ⁸¹

my girl ( one shot ) ꒰nsfw꒱

lavender and vanilla ( one shot )

jealous woman?! ( drabble )

🗞️ ── LANDO NORRIS ⁴

clingy lover and sunrises ( one shot )

sweet teasings and toothbrushes ( one shot )

all I want is my sweet lover ( one shot )

did so good baby ( one shot ) ꒰nsfw꒱

baby we’re on camera ( one shot )

darling, I’m okay I promise ( one shot )

dramatic mornings are perfect with you ( one shot )

sleep darling ( one shot )

hair dryers and promised mimosas ( one shot )

your lips, my lips ( one shot )

best part ( one shot )

you did so well ( drabble )

🗞️ ── CHARLES LECLERC ¹⁶

it’s alright mon trésor ( one shot )

🗞️ ── LOGAN SARGEANT ²

perfect? ( oneshot )

🗞️ ── LEWIS HAMILTON ⁴⁴

it’s called charm baby ( oneshot ) ꒰nsfw꒱

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[joocomics]

ಬ scaredy cat

pairing: non-idol!yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: smut — 18+ wc: 1.9k

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

[ txt masterlist | general masterlist ]

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.

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० ॰ ॱ १ २ ३ ४ ५ ६ 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 �� 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 �� 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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⠀⠀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 ��� 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]

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

[wintfleur]

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.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost.

[hancomics]

SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

s - smut ; f - fluff ; a - angst

— ಬ SEUNGCHEOL,, drabbles.

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— ಬ JEONGHAN,, drabbles.

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— ಬ JOSHUA,, drabbles.

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— ಬ JUNHUI,, drabbles.

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— ಬ HOSHI,, drabbles.

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— ಬ WONWOO,, drabbles.

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— ಬ WOOZI,, drabbles.

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— ಬ MINGHAO,, drabbles.

waking up next to you (f )

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— ಬ MINGYU,, drabbles.

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— ಬ DOKYEOM,, drabbles.

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— ಬ SEUNGKWAN,, drabbles.

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— ಬ VERNON,, drabbles.

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— ಬ DINO,, drabbles.

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— ಬ MULTIPLE

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[char-dump]

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⫽𒒳𓕗ᠥ𓜓ẗ𑄺��ⅡԶ𓭨𛆙ሰ𒍴𑥁ᬦ𐬀꜓ถ𝠛🞵ꟛ∋𞲑𖽹Ἵर𓏳ꐦꟘ𝪇𞢉

[joocomics]

ಬ cross the line

read part two here

pairing: professor!soobin x student!fem!reader

genre: smut — 18+ wc: 2.7k

summary: an accidental peek at your phone causes a shift in the way your professor behaves in your presence which results into the two of you facing your perverse nature

contains: university au, bold bratty!reader, dirty talk, hint of exhibitionism kink, solo masturbation, mentions of pillow humping, usage of toys (dildo), slight overstimulation (m!rec), reader uploads amateur p*rn online

a/n: let me know if you’d like a part two because i do have ideas and thank you for reading ♡

[ txt masterlist | general masterlist ]

You examine the lecture room - everyone is focusing on the test. In the meantime, your professor is standing in front of the window and gazing at the clear sky with hands clasped behind his back. Today, his tall slim figure is wearing a black cardigan on top of a white shirt and occasionally he can be seen rolling up one of the sleeves in order to peek at his watch.

He seems lost in his thoughts so you discreetly pull out your phone and log into your account. You’re done with all of the questions on the test and having nothing else to do causes you to constantly think about your content.

Your newest video is performing relatively good. It surprises you, because you filmed it the other day right after you woke up from a wet dream and didn’t put any efforts into it. Judging by the amount of clicks and feedback people are liking the lazy, low energy vibe of the video though; of you rubbing yourself while still being sleepy inside your bed. It has more views and likes than the previous ones you’ve posted and a new comment you’re eager to scroll down and read.

But you don’t get the chance to do so.

Your heart skips a beat when you see a hand on your desk. You immediately recognise the black sleeve of his knitted cardigan; the long slim fingers with pretty knuckles that often times have you hypnotised by their movements - when they’re typing away on the keyboard or when they’re emphasising something on the white board that has special importance.

Your professor Choi Soobin knocks two times on the wooden surface to draw your attention, but you’re already putting your phone away.

“If you’re finished with your test you can wait outside.” He says in a low earnest tone. “You’re disturbing the other students.”

“It’s not…” You begin to explain, but you don’t get the chance to say anything more, because he silently walks away.

Choi Soobin never speaks more than necessary, and he never raises his voice, but you wished he did.

He’s always so diligent and collected to the point it has you wondering what it would take for him to lose control. However, in this current situation it’s not your curiosity that makes you want him to snap at you, it’s solely the reason that you’d prefer it way more than having him be all restful and infuriatingly calm as you admit your stupid mistake.

Unluckily for you, it might have something to do with his good looks too though.

Ever since you started taking his class, you’ve had an increasing heart rate on several occasions. You also noticed that his class is the only one in which you get easily distracted, and in which you end up thinking about sex.

It’s no surprise that most of your content is filmed on days where you’ve had classes with him - because you return home horny.

There’s something about his quiet demeanour that makes you hot and bothered. Till now, you avoided the obvious truth, but you’re in too deep to keep going. You have a crush on your professor.

“Sir, all I wanted to say is that I wasn’t cheating.” You speak with a calm, polite tone as you keep an appropriate distance from his desk.

Choi Soobin takes few seconds to respond. He emits a long sigh that you can only read as a sign that he’s not interested in having this conversation. But you can’t leave things like this. You’re not a cheater and you can’t allow him or any of your professors think of you as one.

“Is that all?” He asks without looking up from the papers scattered on his desk.

“I also want to apologise.” You adjust your bag on your shoulder while anticipating his next words.

Again, silence.

His behaviour is getting perplexing a bit. Usually in such situation he’d give some kind of speech, warning you of the consequences, and at least look at you once or twice, however, the way his eyes avoid you behind the lenses of his glasses makes it seem like he’s waiting for you to walk out of the door.

“Uhm, okay...” He nods, and shoots you a distracted glance that was so quick you almost missed it. “You’re a smart girl, Y/N. Hopefully you’ll stay focused on your studies and this… will not happen again.”

“I wasn’t cheating!”

You bite down on your lip to refrain from raising your voice. Unfortunately, you fail at controlling your other impulses. You unlock your phone and open the tab that wasn’t closed yet anyway.

Your hands move quickly, not giving you a chance to think this through. Before you know it, you’re sliding your phone his way.

“This is what I was doing.”

Your professor’s mouth opens, but the panick keeps him from speaking right away. You can see the tension in his jaw, the soft pink tint spreading rapidly on the sides of his face. The composure leaves him at full speed.

On the screen your latest video is playing with muted volume. Below, there’s a comment section that has a recent comment on top of older comments; comments, praising your wonderfully juicy pussy, complimenting how cute it is, confessing how they wish they could fill it up.

Your professor doesn’t allow his perplexed eyes to see anything else, but there’s enough of a giveaway that he saw more than it’s appropriate of him.

“You can look through the history of my—“

“There’s no need for that, I already know.” He cuts you off sternly; the nerves are lingering strongly, causing droplets of sweat across his skin. He swallows thickly before giving more explanation. “I know you weren’t cheating.”

He returns your phone back into your direction, doing his best to avoid the screen.

“Put it away, please.”

“Oh, so you really caught me earlier…” You think out loud, placing your phone in the back pocket of your pants. Elation flashes in your eyes as you hold your gaze upon his authoritative figure. “Did you like what you see?”

Of course! You should’ve figured it out sooner. He saw you scrolling through your porn page, this explains why he acts differently in your presence right now. This is why he can’t look at you for longer than two seconds.

“This is an inappropriate question.” Choi Soobin runs a hand through his raven black hair and leans back into his chair. He starts rubbing his palms together as he tries his best to keep it cool.

Instead of ending it there, you tilt your head to the side and take things further. You can’t stop now when one of your biggest fantasies is coming to life.

“As you already saw,” you speak up slowly; your voice drops lower in order for it to sound seductive, “I don’t shy away from inappropriate things.”

You’re unable to tell if your provocative words or the way you boldly lean on the desk with your hands is what causes your professor’s gaze to shift to you. All that matters is the way he looks at you anyway - as if inside your eyes he sees both danger and a possible pleasure at the same time.

For the first time since he was introduced to you you really realise how close you are to age. It awakens this temptation to play with his nerves a bit; to test his ability to stay calm, to suppress his feelings, his instincts. The secrecy you need to maintain has you even more excited to act.

“Excuse me?” Soobin whispers, baffled by your forwardness.

“In fact,” you chuckle erotically as you stay where you are so he can inspect your face better, “I bet you enjoy how inappropriate this situation is too. You probably made that remark earlier, because you were hoping that I would come to you after class is over.”

You flinch as Soobin unexpectedly rises from his seat. But you succeed at remaining in your place while he leans over the table, standing in the exact same position you are.

He’s so attractive; with his deep voice and facial features that are both soft and handsome at the same time.

“I don’t know if you realise, but you’re crossing the line.”

It sounds like his words are trying to rebuild the boundaries, but his closeness is speaking otherwise as it’s also increasing your body temperature.

“Tell me and I’ll stop.” You whisper as you maintain the eye contact between you.

Not long after, as you’re both silent, waiting for something to happen, Soobin’s gaze weakens. He wets his lips nervously before he gulps at the tempting sight of your mouth.

He’s always felt some type of special energy around you that he doesn’t know how to describe, but never this strongly. It’s intoxicating him like some kind of a magical potion which confuses him to some extent.

He should be thrown off by your unabashed attitude. He’s never been impressed by girls who are so bold, who make the first move and flirt so openly in places where they should behave appropriately. It’s not like he thinks less of them, he simply prefers to be the more dominant one; to chase, as some may say and be in control. And yet… deep down… though it’s difficult to admit it - he wants to see where this could lead.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, sir.” You give your professor one last charming smile and walk away.

He didn’t end up giving you a response, but it doesn’t matter.

You already got it just by looking at him.

Choi Soobin knows he messed up.

He messed up when he decided to take a walk around the lecture room as the class was taking the last test for the semester, and when he decided to go in your direction. He messed up when he peeked at your phone, and then when he opened his mouth. But what was he supposed to do? He saw a student using their phone in the middle of a test, it was his duty to say something, to make you retake it even though he hasn’t gotten that strict like his colleagues yet.

The moment he noticed you holding your phone under the desk, before he even reached you, he knew it would be easier to just ignore you and walk pass you. But he didn’t, and here he is now - typing your username (he effortlessly engraved it into his memory just from one look) in the search bar of this adult website like a complete idiot.

Like a creep.

Your profile pops up on the screen of his MacBook right away, but Soobin panicks and closes it shut.

This is wrong. Wrong on so many levels. Even if he just has a quick scroll down your page how is he going to face you tomorrow?

He sighs, annoyed with himself and with this sudden new knowledge of you, and opens his laptop again.

He finds out that you’re not showing your face anywhere which is a good thing, he thinks. You’re being safe. Next, he notices you’re really into pillow humping. You have a few videos up and it looks like in most of them you’re riding a pillow in just a baggy t-shirt. Your most recent one is the one he accidentally got a glimpse of, it’s published just two days ago, however, he eventually clicks on a video where you have your legs spread open in front of the camera and no underwear beneath a short black skirt.

His cock already got hard from seeing all the thumbnails of your videos; from simply looking into something so private, from reading the provocative titles and imagining how the words would sound in your alluring voice. The fact he kept pressing his hand against himself while scrolling didn’t help in preventing this from happening either.

When the video starts playing he feels the first twitch.

Just one, he tells himself, just one video and I’m never going to look at this again.

The scene of you rubbing your pussy through slow circles unfolds on his screen and Soobin’s skin grows hotter. At the start of the video you’re wearing a pair of panties - there’s a dark spot on the fabric already, and once you pull them to the side, easily exposing yourself to the audience, Soobin cusses at the wet sight.

You’re so pretty - leaking and glistening with arousal. The image has his breath hitching, both from amazement and need for release. He hears the first moan fall from your lips which can be seen during some of your small movements; as if it’s some kind of spell, Soobin’s hand gets a hold of his boner more boldly.

When he squeezes through his sweatpants, he’s almost sure that he’s leaked in his underwear.

Without getting distracted, he watches you push two fingers into your dripping entrance; then how you slowly pull them out with a string of essence dangling from them. It’s a mouthwatering scene that has him completely losing the last bits of patience he was holding.

He tugs down his clothes in a rush and sighs from relief as he makes the first few strokes.

He’s throbbing in his big fist, but he doesn’t want to cum too quickly so he takes deep breaths to control the bubbling rush as he focuses on the screen. The illuminating lights land on his face, giving it a glow that emphasises his evident concentration, but the creeping desperation too.

Your hand stops for a moment then disappears from the frame only to return with a bright pink dildo. You play with it for a moment - gliding the silicone mushroom head up and down against your skin, then teasing your clit by smacking it few times. Your movements are bold and sexy as if you’ve been doing this for way longer. Soon enough the scene changes; you remove your underwear and lay down on your side while slightly bending your knees so the camera can record your pussy nicely.

One hand keeps your ass cheeks open and your other one forces the dildo in and out of you meanwhile Soobin cannot stop jerking off. He wishes he can slow down, to try match your rhythm, but he can’t.

The shame and the guilt are no longer frustrating him; the pleasure has risen too high and took over all of his senses. His eyes eat up the view of your appetising thighs and the one of your gentle fingertips sinking into your butt cheek, and the pleasure he gets out of it makes it impossible not to speed up.

He can see the amount of arousal leaking out of you and his mouth waters from desire to stick his tongue exactly where it trickles out from. He shuts his eyes, fantasising about tasting it, slurping it and swallowing it with pleasure, then opens them again not wanting to miss your next move.

The lewd sounds emerging from his speaker fill his dimly lit room - beautiful whimpers mixed with squelching noise because of how wet and small your pussy is.

“Ah! Fuck—“ Soobin’s fist strengthens around his size as he finally succeeds in slowing the pace for a moment.

His sticky fingers freeze at his thick base and as a result his thighs shake in his seat; his teeth bite his lip furiously from the sharp thrill of the rush being delayed.

In contrast to his doing, you in the video quicken the process. Your hand speeds up the colorful toy, forcing it faster and deeper inside you. With every next thrust you release a new gasp, a new sweet moan that builds on Soobin’s pleasure even further.

And he’s not even jerking off right now, just watching the video coming to an end.

“I’m so close!” Your lips pucker up as you whine quietly.

Soobin recognises that seductive note; the same compelling voice that was speaking to him this morning. It makes him spit in his palm and resume the quick firm strokes around his throbbing cock.

His balls tighten up, his jaw falls open and his focus on the laptop screen goes weak.

He cums a minute or two before you so he ends up overstimulating himself a bit by the end of the video. He waits for you to reach your own climax while tugging gently with his messy fist, smearing the arousal all over his length and occasionally sucking in deep breaths due to sensitivity. As the dildo moves smoothly in and out of your slick folds, your moaning elevates, indicating your orgasm.

When it’s over, he closes his browser with his clean hand and looks at the time. It’s 1:45 am.

The shame of his doing forms in the pit of his stomach again. How is he going to face you in a few hours?

! 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

[wintfleur]

oh my eyes and mind have been blessed by becca’s beautiful writing once again. . . oh we are so back 😩

ᯓ★ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓! (𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐘)

— juraj isn’t much of a reader, but stories always sound ten times sweeter coming from your lips

+ aka. pure fluff about reading to slaf . yes this is glaringly and shamelessly self indulgent but i am just a girl !!! very short but HEY its my comeback !!!!

compared to the fast-paced, adrenaline producing sport of ice hockey, reading always seemed somewhat arduous to juraj. he just didn’t have the patience to sit for god knows how long, mind not allowed to wander as he digested black ink printed onto page after page.

that was until he met you.

reading had always been something you’d found comfort in, the structure of word after word, chapter after chapter a reliable rhythm you could relax into.

fictional worlds were an escape, an opportunity to let your mind wander from the mundane for a few hours.

with your love for the hobby, it was no surprise juraj had learned to love it, too. it didn’t really matter what you were reading, just as long as you were reading it to him.

he wasn’t too picky, enjoying your rendition of a crime novella with just as much passion as the cheesy romance book you’d bought at the airport one time. he even found comfort in you reading him classics, the convoluted sentences he hardly understood transforming into the sweetest melody thanks to the way your voice wrapped around each and every word.

the way your accent would highlight certain vowels, your cadence a reliable beat, and the silly character impressions always an amusement.

he would lay between your plush thighs, head on your stomach as your free hand carded through his grown out hair absentmindedly.

mid sentence, you heard a soft puff of air escape juraj’s lips, and before you could speak, his hand curled delicately around the top of your book, pulling it down so he could look at you properly. his features were contorted in puzzlement, thick brows furrowed and nose scrunched just so slightly as he wet his lips to speak.

“okay, know i missed a lot, but still. what is this?”

you snorted, dropping the book low enough so that the pages fell to his line of sight.

“friend recommended it. hockey romance, apparently.”

as juraj’s face lit up, you snorted, shaking your head.

“i wouldn’t get excited,” you warned, flipping through the novel. “not much gameplay. just a lot of, well, extra curricular activities.”

a smirk tugged at his lips, and you swatted at his shoulder, shaking your head as he batted at the pages.

“what did i say? don’t get excited.”

“too late.”

the only thing more soothing than a good book in the evening? your boyfriend’s lips on yours.

[manideepa-07]

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

[rajeshwar73]

ಈ ರೀತಿ ಪರಮೇಶ್ವರರು ಅಜ್ಞಾನಿ ಗುರುಗಳ ಮೂಲಕ ಬಿಗಡಾಯಿಸಿದ ಜ್ಞಾನ ಸರಿಪಡಿಸಿ ಹೋದರು.|ಬ...

[wintfleur]

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!

Fics *. * ·

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

Blurbs *. * ·

I’ll always protect you

SMAU’s *. * ·

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!

[neerama]

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. ನಾವ��� 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 ತಿನ್ನಲು ಅವಕ್ಕೆ ಹುಗ್ಗಿ, ನಮ್ಮ ಅಪ್ಪನ ಪೂಜೆ,ಮ��ಗಳಾರತಿ,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 ಹೇಳಿ 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 ಮುಗಿಯಿತಲ್ಲ 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.

ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಿ ಪಠಾಕಿಯ ಸದ್ದಿಗೆ ಜೋರಾಗಿ ಹೆದರಿ ಕಣ್ಣು ಬಿಟ್ಟೆ. ಅಯ್ಯೋ ಇದುವರೆಗೆ ಕಂಡಿದ್ದು ಕನಸೆಂದು ಅರಿವಾಗಲು ಕೆಲ ಸಮಯ ಬೇಕಾಯಿತು.

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ವೀರೇಶ ಬ ಕುರಿ ಸೋಂಪೂರ ಅವರ ಲೇಖನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅರಳಿದ ಸುಂದರ ಕವನಗಳು, ತಪ್ಪದೆ ಮುಂದೆ ಓದಿ… ಕನ್ನಡ ಕನ್ನಡ ನುಡಿಯ ನುಡಿಯಲು ಕೂಸೆ, ಸವಿದಂಗಾಗ್ತದೆ ಬಿಸಿ ಬಿಸಿ ದೋಸೆ. ಕನ್ನಡ ಹಾಡನು ಹಾಡಲು ಕಂದ, ಕೇಳಲು ಕಿವಿಗೆ ಪರಮಾನಂದ. ಕನ್ನಡ ಅಕ್ಷರ ಬರೆಯಲು ಓ ಮಗು, ಹಾಳೆಯ ತುಂಬಾ ಹುಣ್ಣಿಮೆಯ ನಗು. ಕನ್ನಡ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಓದಲು ಚಿಣ್ಣರೆ, ಹಣ್ಣಿನ ರುಚಿಯು ಮನಕೆ ಅಣ್ಣರೆ. ಸೊಗಸಿನ ಭಾಷೆಯು ಜಗದೊಳು ಕನ್ನಡ, ಮುಗಿಲಾಚೆಯೂ ಜಗಮಗಿಸಲಿ ಕನ್ನಡ. ವೀರೇಶ ಬ ಕುರಿ ಸೋಂಪೂರ