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sagi-tori-ous · 8 months ago

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Simon sighs, his left hand coming up to press against his anguish ridden face. He had just gotten off the phone with work and it was expressed that they needed him there earlier than his allotted time.

He knew you wouldn't take the news well, early mornings were your favorite time to spend with him. Simon wasn't an early bird like you even though his profession called for punctuality. He loved the bed you'd share, snuggling up to you till his alarm shrieked through the master bedroom, every so often tempting him to throw it afar without care. Nevertheless, he knew what mornings meant to you. There was always a reason why he dragged himself out of bed an hour, almost two before he had to leave the house. There was an obligation, one where he had to sit at the round oak table with you perched on his lap, your surroundings smothered in the scent of the steaming cooked breakfast and freshly brewed tea you prepared, faithfully.

"fuck me," he groans, dragging himself around the spacious bedroom, begrudgingly getting ready for the day, "s'gonna be so mad."

Simon could hear the faint pitter-patter of your feet as you danced around the kitchen, fretting over what you should cook today for the both of you.

"Baby!" You call out, looking through the ingredients, "Pancakes and bacon? How bout it?" The thought was a bit mouthwatering, there weren't many things at the moment better to you than some syrup-covered buttermilk pancakes and crispy bacon.

"y'know I'm fine with it." Simon calls back, fastening his attire promptly, "Everything you make is delicious." His attempt to butter you up.

Which doesn't fall flat— you soak it up as if you were just like the pancakes you were preparing, dubious as ever to what was in store for your morning. You noted that the tone of his voice was preppier, more awake than usual. You briefly questioned why he even was fully awake, seeing as you were usually the one to drag him out of bed in the morning. Literally.

Simon, still dwelling in the bedroom, shakes his head, stumped on how to go about this, in a way wanting to just slide out of the front door and ultimately deal with the consequences later but that'd be too rude. Too disrespectful.

"Love," Simon calls out to you, the combat boots strapped to his feet sounding thunderous as he finally rounds the corner into the quaint ivory plastered kitchen.

"yes," you sing, your mouth upturns into a small smile, "I'm actually almost done. I had already made the dry mix, remember before that recipe I found, I just had to add the eggs and but-" Your sentence falters as you gaze up at Simon, eyes going up and down taking in his wear, you weren't a fool and picked up on the circumstances quickly.

The pout that pulled your lips down was instantaneous. "No."

Simon steps towards you, "I know love, they just called me. There s'nothing I could do. I'm sorry."

"mornings are for us." You whine— you didn't want him to go. You wanted to finish cooking and take your rightful seat in his lap while you fed both of you breakfast. You wanted his heavy head to lay on your shoulder, leaning up occasionally to nibble on the bites of food that you pressed to his lips. You wanted his muscular arms to wrap around you, holding you tight against his broad frame as you babbled about any and everything. You wanted that every morning and wouldn't be subjected to change.

"I know," Simon repeats, attempting to move closer to you but the attempt was futile. You blew air into your cheeks, slightly puffing them as you turned back to the stove. "the food." you grumble.

Yes, you knew what Simon's job consisted of, you knew that it required of him to be available at times, even if they were inconvenient. Were you being unreasonable? Slightly. Could you see through your heedlessness? Not at the moment. You couldn't help but feel wronged like this was to spite you.

The silence lingered for some time until you broke it, "when do you have to leave?" you reluctantly ask, absentmindedly tapping the fluffy pancakes with your spatula.

"got'to be there by 6," Simon glances down at his wristwatch, "I should be out the door in the next 15 minutes." His gaze was swift to shift back to you, perturbed by your behavior.

Your shoulders hump, movements becoming a tad more aggressive, "Well guess I have to hurry." The comment is not as endearing as it seemed, there was a snarky nuance to it.

Simon wasn't oblivious to your attitude, he knew the little backhand comment was supposed to be a jab at him but the animosity didn't resonate. He found the slightest of amusement with your current demeanor. The almost undetectable smirk was amiss from your view since your back was to him. He found your displeasure the least bit adorable. Anger wasn't a reoccurring emotion for you, there was no familiarity but when you did encounter it, it could be misplaced at times.

You were upset and it showed easily; it was evident in your expressions, fluid in your movements. Regardless of how you felt, you still packed the heaping breakfast in his sack, and bottled up his piping hot tea, momentarily wishing for him to burn his tongue later on, before pushing his belongings into his hardened chest.

Your hands momentarily brushed against his pecs, recoiling from the touch as if he'd burnt you, dramatics in full effect until your wrists were clasped in one of his large worn hands, reeling you back into him.

"I'll be back," he reassures, looking down at you even though you refused to look up at him, " y'know this." His declaration falls on deaf ears, yet still, he pushes forward, inching his lips closer to your forehead to leave his standard kiss, "I always come back to you." He whispers, lips almost flush with your skin.

Before he can, you pull away, an action that shocks you both. It was unfamiliar to you both, upsetting in many ways but no more than the other.

"stop being a brat," Simon says, his eyes now hard, glaring "You've been playing this little game for too long. Enough." His gaze is unwavering as he once again inclines towards you, his pace treacherous, but to his displeasure you still deny his affection, pulling away from him, prompting him to snag your chin between his fingers, now forcing the eye contact.

"Keep on, y'know this is a game I can play really well."

Later that day...

"feels s'good," your voice whines, breath hitching ever so often from the stimulation Simon gave you. Your head is fuzzy from his calculated touches, eyes unfocused from the momentous pleasure, "m'gonna cum."

"like hell you are," he reproves, "keep those legs up."

Simon's right hand latches on to your thigh, applying a bit of pressure as he nestles between them. He fists his angry cock in his other hand, purposefully nudging your clothed cunt in the process. His movements were harsh, self seeking, paying no mind to your throbbing pussy as it drooled through the thin fabric of cloth that separated your bare flesh from his.

"brats like you don't get to cum." He condemns, his voice laced in the disappointment he felt, "don't deserve t'cum."

Your thighs trembled under his hold, "I do, I do." you cry, chest rapidly rising as the knot in the pit of your stomach grows, begging to be undone. He was ruining you, he was showing you why certain games were too dangerous to play.

"but you don't," he grunts, he fucks his palm faster, crowning your aching clit. The hand that was on your thigh plants you, knowing as you try to roll your hips and meet the thrusts of his cock.

"please! please! Si!" You beg, tears threatening to fall, "mmm fuck-" His bottom lip slips between his teeth, he blatantly ignores your pleading, instead he focuses on his orgasm as his hot cum paints your cunt through the skimpy cloth. His touch is gone as soon as he's sated, leaving you high and dry.

"like I said, brats like you don't get to cum."

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pearlymel · 7 months ago

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𓏲 ˖. sum. Neuvillette has this urge to show everyone you are his. And also to worship you as his beloved wife.

Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, breeding, creampie, mentions of children, mention of petnames (Mon amour, Mon cœur, honey, etc.).

Wc: 2k

Notes: to my bestie who knows who they are, if you see this, no you didn't (you're blind you just don't know it.)

You feel like you're resting above the clouds with how comfortable you were in Neuvillette's arms, cradling you like you were the most precious thing, savouring each featherlight caresse of his hand around your thighs and stomach.

His face was buried in your hair, both the strands of your hairs mixing colours into the most beautiful shades and textures. You're too sleepy to listen to his soft whispers, but you can hear him talk... about some baby...

Baby... Wait, baby? He was referring to you, right? Surely.

"Wouldn't it be nice?" His soothing voice snapped you out of your daze, your body rolling around to face him. "Sorry, i wasn't listening." Your lips curl downward, which makes him kiss your sleepy eyelids with a soft chuckle.

"My apologies, i was discussing a certain fantasy to myself... How it would be lovely to see our little ones one day being in our arms."

It takes you a hot minute for his words to soak in. You blink twice, part your lips slightly in shock with the gears in your head moving ever so slow, "Honey, it's a lovely thought. Are you serious about this?"

He nods, “the satisfaction I feel at the thought of everyone realizing that you’re carrying my child makes me want to throw all my propriety out the window.” His hands moved down to your hips and he slowly rolled you onto your back, with him now on top. He kept a firm grip on your hips as he laid himself between you, his head resting on the area where your neck and shoulder met.

“I’m aching,” he muttered. “To see you bear our child, dear one. To fill you up completely.”

"To be filled?" You swallow thickly, the air was suddenly getting hotter, or was it just the heat of this summer that's making your neck all warm?

“Filled up to the brim, mon amour.” he spoke so softly, it was criminal to even have a sweet voice while speaking such words.

"A little vulgar, coming from the Iudex." You fail to bite back the urge to tease.

“My lady,” he spoke in a low, gruff tone this time, lifting his face to lazily kiss your jawline. “You of all people should know how you manage to make me lose my composure." Neuvillette muttered while peppering your skin with the marks of his lips.

All this baby talk was surely rubbing off you, and surely it wasn't because of his sweet talking or that you were ovulating...

"I need you." It was your turn to whisper, fingers finding their way to brush his hair and to wrap your arms around his neck. He continued peppering your neck with soft, sensual kisses, his hands slowly starting to caresse under your thighs, playing with the elastic band of your panties under your oversized shirt, tempted to just rip them off you.

"Are you trying to tempt me to take you right now?"

"Yeah?" You bat your eyelashes innocently at him, "i want you to fill me up like you said."

Oh, archons.

Neuvillette visibly shivered as he heard those words — your smile was as innocent as a lamb’s, yet the sultriness of your voice spoke of nothing but sin.

He claimed your lips in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue seeking entry and exploring the sweet confines of your mouth. Neuvillette’s hands roaming across your body again, but this time they were more assertive — desperate, almost.

He wanted you. Needed you. In the rawest, most primal way possible.

"We can always go slow, no rush." Neuvillette relaxed a little at your words, his breath shuddering as the tension slowly left his body.

“Slow it is, then.” He murmured against your skin, as he slowly, painstakingly began to move himself down your body, pressing kisses down the expanse of your stomach as he continued to trail his way down. “You tell me when to stop if it hurts, alright?”

"Mhmm," you smile lazily at him while he looked up at you from his spot between your legs, his expression a mix of both tenderness and hunger. One tug down, and your panties were down to your ankles. His lips began trailing kisses up your inner thighs at first before licking a long stripe along your slick folds, and you were already trying your hardest not to crush his head with your thighs, even when that's all he'd ever want.

And when his tongue starts flicking and sucking on your already sensitive clit, like he was practically making out with your pussy, treating it with such gentleness and care, is when you also start being more vocal.

He made sure he was never hurried because this was an intimacy act he enjoys having the pleasure doing with you.

Neuvillette would occasionally glance at your face, watching your expressions closely for even the slightest hint of discomfort, but your face was only twisted in pleasure, eyes half-lidded while you panted softly as you stared up straight at the ceiling. It fills him with pride knowing you enjoy this just as much.

You don't notice how your fingers weave through his hair, not yet pulling, more like pulling him back so you could grind against his face. He was more than happy to accept your invitation, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he moved his lips closer to your core.

He began to move his mouth in earnest at the sound of your moans from above, his tongue working with determined flicks, sucking harder so he could finally taste the reward of your honeyed essence.

"S-so good to me—" you start panting heavier now, your hips rubbing against his mouth, and he found it impossibly alluring — the knowledge that you were deriving such pleasure from his mouth alone was driving him mad. To the point that it was hard to try not to hump against the bed mattress with how painfully tight and uncomfortable his pants felt.

Your husband wanted — needed — you to come. He wanted to feel you unravel on his tongue. He intensified his assault on your core, his lips, tongue and mouth working in tandem, determined to draw out every drop of ecstasy from your body.

"A-ah, wait—" your thighs twitch together when he starts sucking harsher on your swollen clit. You felt your throat already dry up, how you were on the verge of tears when you finally came with a shuddering breath.

Neuvillette took in every second of your climax, groaning in satisfaction as he felt you come undone under his ministrations. His mouth continued to work against you as you came down from your climax, greedily licking and tasting you as he continued to draw out the last throes of your orgasm.

His face emerged from between your legs, the evident glisten on his face from the slightest light from outside was enough to make you breathless.

"the sweetest treat," he murmured, his voice low and huskier than before as he began to make his way back up to your face. "So pretty, coming all on my tongue.." You don't say anything but bring a hand to the back of his head and pull him in for a sweeter kiss.

Finally.

He leaned in to meet your lips, groaning against his mouth at the taste of you that still lingered on his lips. He quickly deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entry as he claimed your mouth in another romantic dance.

Neuvillette was all too happy to satisfy your hunger, He was like a man possessed, as if he was trying to devour you whole — his kisses were hot, hungry, and full of want.

You helped him off his tight confinements so fast next, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool air hit his weeping flushed tip.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he inhaled sharply as he slowly, deliberately began to push himself inside you — his eyes fixed on your face, watching closely as your face contours everytime his fat tip would inch in your hole.

He let out a long, low moan at the sensation, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you, "so tight..." He continued to ease himself inside of you, every inch seemingly drawing out another low groan from his lips. It took all of his willpower to keep his pace slow and gentle, he was restraining himself, trying his damndest to go slow for your sake.

"s- so good," you whimpered, back arching off the bed, fingernails marking crescent on his skin while your other hand tore the bedsheet off the mattress from how much you were twisting it.

He was losing it. every sound and movement you made was driving him wild. He lifted one of your legs, holding it against his hip as he continued to push inside of you, deeper, deeper, making you unintentionally clamp down around him with each welcomed inch of his cock.

"H-hold on," he panted, his voice a low, strangled hiss, "don't... don't do that, or I'll... I'll..." He trailed off, holding your thighs in a bruising grip to ground himself from spilling too quickly inside of you, and he could, but he would never leave you unsatisfied.

"you okay, Neuvi?" You try teasing him a bit, this time tightening around him on purpose. His entire body shuddered violently at your action, a strangled moan escaping his lips as you tightened around him again like a vice. His hips instinctively jerked forward, seeking friction against you, and his control snapped.

"Mon cœur, you're teasing me..." he uttered in a hushed tone against your ear, "you're trying to drive me mad, aren't you?" You start to slowly rock your hips back and forth against him, taking his hand and interlacing your fingers together. "I'm just trying to please my lover." You hum back.

"I'm trying so hard to be gentle and patient... and you're not helping—mhm, at all."

"It's okaaay. Don't be gentle."

His restraint finally snapped, Neuvillette let out a low growl as he grabbed your hips and slammed himself into you. The sounds your moans and whimpers of pleasure were like music to his ears, he could vaguely feel your nails scratching down his back, the pain only adding to his ecstasy as his continues ramming into you like a starved beast.

Neuvillette's strokes would be powerful, rough, bordering on brutal, as he sought to breed you with his seed. He would grip your hips, holding you steady as his cock throbbed with every thrust. nothing but ragged pants and grunts filled the air, his body straining with the effort of holding back his release, he was close, so close to finding his release, but he needed to watch you fall apart first.

He let out a growl as he felt your teeth sink into his skin, his cock continuing to kiss the deepest and sweetest parts inside of you, making your eyes instantly roll back. his pace becoming brutal as he slammed into you relentlessly, his voice nothing more than a ravaged whisper against your ear.

"Come for me, love. Let go."

As he felt you come for him with a strangled cry of his name, he followed after, burying his face deep into your neck as his own release came over him, a thick load shooting straight into your womb, it's so much— creamy ropes of cum that quickly filled you to the brim.

It was hot and dizzying.

with his seed slowly seeping out of you, he immediately tried pushing himself deeper into you, if that was even possible, keeping it all plugged in, "S- so much for you, my sweet." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he comfortably laid on top of you, his other hand tracing down to your hips and belly.

"shall we start thinking of baby names, hm?"

Do you guys think he moans in french (sorry)

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plethorawrites · 3 months ago

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Can i please request batboys x reader whos really flirty and comments a lot of inappropriate things?

Of course you can!!! I hope you like it.

Bruce: Wouldn't even blink. But only because he's heard some of the most unhinged ever said on earth and everywhere else in the solar system. Inside? This man is trying his best not to let his eye twitch when you walk behind him at his desk (either at WE or in the cave) and run your hand over his chest, leaning down to whisper in his ear "Why don't you work on something else with those fingers for a while?" He's a sensible man, so most of the time your teasing won't get much of an outward response (aside from his ears turning a bit redder as you nibble on them, trying to provoke a reaction as he types) but you know it's rattling him inside. Just like you know that at a later date he'll remind you of every single time you've teased him, realizing that he was just accumulating valid reasons to torture love you for an entire night with at least 4 breaks in between. One would think you might stop, knowing that every time you said something inappropriate at the wrong time he added it to the running tally in his head and began thinking of new ways to get back at you for it. But you don't.

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Dick: Does a whole ass double take. He's standing in the kitchen when out of the corner of his eye he sees you sucking some of the frosting you made for some cupcakes off your fingers and to say he nearly falls over would be an understatement. He whips his head back around, nearly tripping over the rug under his feet when he realizes his eyes weren't in fact deceiving him. He'd be flabbergasted when you, with all your adorable qualities like a soft smile and gentle eyes look up at him not breaking eye contact while you swirl your tongue over your own fingers cleaning them. He swallows hard, trying desperately not to make it into something it's not because there's no way you of all people could be purposely teasing him like that. "What is, baby? Mad I'm not sharing?" You ask, scraping the side of the bowl for leftover frosting, holding your fingers out for him. "Want some?" It's then that he realizes you were in fact doing this on purpose. So much for the cupcakes, he thought, crossing the room to lift you onto the counter, much preferring to eat you instead.

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Jason: Blushes harder than you've ever seen before. I'm talking, redder than his red hood. His eyes widen and immediately dart down to the menu when he feels your foot creeping up the side of his leg at lunch. In public. He clears his throat, trying to remain calm, asking what you want to eat. You just sip on your drink, tilting your head a bit. "Are you on the menu?" You ask, causing another small hitch in his breath. He laughs nervously, swallowing harshly before looking up at you, his cheeks tinted bright red as he struggles to find any words. Your foot creeps higher up his leg until he jumps slightly, his elbow knocking the table making it rattle. "You trying to kill me, doll?" He asks, taking a sip of his water to fill his dry mouth. You just shrug. "Just trying to find a way to keep you at home tonight." You were sick of going to bed alone and if this was what you had to resort to—starting foreplay several hours earlier in the day to tempt him into staying with you—then so be it.

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kislnd · 6 months ago

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platform roulette - arthur hill~

synopsis: y/n needs to pick the boys up after filming platform roulette, but it is made all the more difficult by a drunk & clingy arthur.

notes: while i write requests here's a lil something for the arthur hill girlies 🫶

warnings: mentions of alcohol, pda

word count: 1.3k (kinda short this time)

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dragging herself out of such a warm and cosy bed at close to midnight was not exactly y/n's idea of fun, nor her favourite way to spend a friday evening, but it had to be done if she wanted to make sure her boyfriend and friends, arthurtv and george, arrived home safely in their drunk states.

at this time in the morning not much thought was being put into an outfit, the only thing on y/n's mind was collecting the boys and ensuring they were dropped off safely home before clambering into her shared bed with arthur. she settled on one of his hoodies, knowing she would be grateful for its warmth as she stood on the platform later, and some random bottoms she found slung close to her wardrobe. she mentally cursed the boys for choosing to come back on one of the final trains of the night, although she did doubt they even knew the current time.

the harsh screeching of the train pulling up to the platform snapped y/n out of her thoughts as the doors open and floods of weary people dragged themselves off the train and stumbled towards the exit. she empathised with them, but felt grateful that her travel to the train station had only been quite short in comparison to their train ride.

naturally, she heard the boys before she saw them - "y/nnn!" arthur shouted across the platform, completely oblivious to the people around him. she giggled softly, they were definitely drunk, it was always quite amusing to see how outspoken and chatty they became after a few drinks. "you didn't leave us for dead!" george grinned cheekily as they approached her. "it was quite tempting actually, my bed was really comfortable so you're lucky i made it," y/n laughed but stopped abruptly as arthur enveloped her in a tight hug, resting his entire body weight on her. it was a miracle her bones hadn't been crushed with the sheer force of the hug. nevertheless, arthur's hugs were one of her most favourite things in the world, even the ones that smelled faintly of beer like this one. his embrace was so warm and comforting - safe would be the perfect way to describe it, like all of her worries melted away in his arms.

"i missed you," arthur mumbled into her shoulder, his grip on her never loosening. "i missed you too," y/n smiled, rubbing her hand along his back soothingly. she let him cling to her for a few seconds, soaking up his warmth before breaking the silence, "let me just say hello to the boys," she spoke softly, hoping arthur would be willing to let go of her. "do you have to?" came the slightly slurred reply from arthur who was looking at her with big, adoring eyes. "yes-" a small smile formed on her face, "i do." her boyfriend groaned - it was almost theatrical, like something of utmost inconvenience had just happened. despite protesting, arthur eventually obliged and unwrapped himself from her, struggling to stand upright himself without swaying slightly.

"honestly he is one of the most dramatic drunk people in the world," arthurtv let out a small laugh, his cheeks were slightly rosy from the alcohol and he was dressed in only a t-shirt, evidently drunk enough to not feel the crisp breeze circulating the station. "and he doesn't shut up about you," george added, "i am never getting drunk with him again,' he joked, laughing to himself. "hey! if you had a pretty girlfriend you wouldn't shut up either!" arthur defended himself as y/n gave george and arthurtv a quick hug, exchanging thank yous (for picking them up, for not leaving arthur for dead, for taking him off their hands).

"right, come on then," y/n began walking out of the station in the direction of the car park, "if we don't go now i will turn into an ice block and we won't make it home." this spurred the boys on to pick up their pace as much as they could without falling on their faces. arthur made an extra effort to reach y/n and draped his arm around her shoulders upon reaching her. "hello again," she smiled, fishing in her pocket to retrieve the car keys. "you're so pretty," arthur paused, "have i already said that?" he asked in a quieter voice, his soft expression replaced by one of confusion. it was impossible not to love it when he was drunk, he became so clingy and extra loving, it was irresistible. "why thank you," y/n giggled, opening the car door for arthur, who was still firmly attached to her shoulders, "mind your head on the way in," - drunk arthur typically also meant clumsy arthur.

after everyone had piled into the car, they began the short journey home, it wasn't too long before everyone had been safely dropped off (especially since the cold air had sobered them up a little) and y/n was helping arthur out of the car and all the way to their shared apartment.

she could see he was no longer at the chatty, bubbly stage of being drunk - his eyelids were heavy and his movements sluggish. "come on," y/n spoke quietly as not to make too much noise or exacerbate the headache she presumed arthur was developing. he nodded and gave her a small smile, allowing her to lead him towards their room. "you get changed and i'll grab you some paracetamol." he obliged, of course, and plopped himself down on the bed so he could remove his shoes.

y/n returned to the bedroom, armed with a glass of water and a box of paracetamol, to a one-shoed arthur perched on the edge of the bed with his head was hung miserably and his eyes shut in defeat. "arthur was right, you are so dramatic," she laughs quietly to herself, she knew arthur was not as good as the other boys at holding his alcohol and with all the running around and general silly antics that they got up to during a platform roulette she could understand why he would be a little worse for wear. "here," y/n popped two pills out of the packet and held it out with the glass for arthur to take.

"thank you," he mumbled, taking them and gulping down the water. after some convincing from y/n, he mustered up what little energy he had remaining and changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms. once done, he reassumed his original position on the edge of the bed and waited for y/n to finish her night routine and tidy the room up a little. "is that my hoodie?" arthur grins, surprisingly seeming slightly better already. "maybe it is," y/n grins back, "that's beside the point, shouldn't you be getting into bed?" she raises her eyebrow at him more playfully than sternly. "it looks better on you than on me, you should keep it," he continues hopefully, not willing to move.

y/n laughs softly, "save your flattery for the morning, it's time to sleep," she quickly replaced her clothes with pyjamas and slid into the bed under the duvet, prompting arthur to do the same. "so now you want to get in huh?" y/n smiles, flicking off the lamp that had been casting a gentle orange glow across the room and shuffling down in the bed to get into a comfortable position. "well yeah, it's different when you're here." arthur hums, immediately pulling y/n closer under the cover so that their bodies touched, the warmth radiating off each of them meshing into one. "thank you for taking care of me," arthur whispers, stroking her hair. "that's what i'm here for," y/n smiles into the darkness, arthur's embrace lulling her to sleep.

#arthurhill #arthur hill #arthur hill x reader #arthur hill imagine #arthurtv #george clarke #george clarkey #uk youtubers #british youtubers

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anantaru · 1 year ago

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"I LOVE YOU!" - "STOP SAYING THAT!" — LYNEY

sometimes lyney forgets he's not supposed to fall in love with you. wc. 800

・✶ ｡ warnings — friends with benefits, saying i love you during sex, fem! reader

"does, fuck— does that feel good?" lyney swallows a deep groan before grinding his hips into you, bending you in half as he pounds into you harder, resulting in you wincing out his name through a slacked jaw as your body overflows with excitement.

you smile a little before wrapping your arms around him, "yeah, d-don't stop," and you're beyond impressed by how easy it was for lyney to target your sweet spots like he's crafted them himself— as if he was the only reason they were there in the first place.

he angles his hips specifically to rut against them, and makes sure to alternate between fucking you hard and fast but also deep and slow to tempt you on purpose, spurring you on.

truthfully, his ability was undeniably breathtaking.

his face burns in your neck when he traps your skin in between his lips to suckle a hickey on the flesh, making sure he's always languidly thrusting into your heat— and you just feel so fucking good when you batter him with your cunt like that, squeeze down on his cock to make him whine out your name in candid mewls, so dearly that he's close to finishing inside of you.

"t-that's what i wanna hear," he grunts through rolled hips, his erection achingly hard and throbbing and ready to blow his loud into you that he's turning desperate, desperate to cum— lyney just wants this so badly right now, fuck, he needs you, okay? yearns to finally push deep into your walls and fuck you through his warm cum.

never have you been fucked just like that before— and it was thrilling, but it urges lyney to give you even more.

you always take him so well, bounce that pretty cunt back and forth his cock until you're making him thrust into you faster, better, desperately when you grip him tightly in your walls.

"archons— i love you," he whines out loudly, "just —love how you feel, just fucking love you s'much, baby,"

hold on, "w-wait, what?" you clumsily talk through a moan, but it's more of a yelp if you're being honest— and lyney seems to suddenly realize that he has just ruined this entire night for the both of you.

"what did you say?!" his noises hitch in his throat as you softly push him off your body, "lyney! answer me,"

your eyes were open in straight disbelief and terror— it's as if someone just told you the most horrifying horror-story in existence, although you were still engulfed in liquid bliss and fought the quivers of your body, you sought out his eyes and met his unfocused, slightly embarrassed gaze, his cock now completely stilled inside of you.

"I-i didn't say anything!" he panics, then whines as he slowly slides inch by inch out of your warmth, his shaft still hard and leaking, "ugh, i mean," he adds nervously and averts his gaze, "i-it's not that i love you! i mean, hm, you're great, like, only a fool wouldn't love you, right?"

in this moment in time, lyney would honestly claim anything in order for you to please just forget the last two minutes of this night.

"hey, i mean, i love this!" he swiftly points to your lower regions,

"doing this, with you! hey! don't give me that silly expression! i swear, i didn't mean you as in loving you!"

"you're not supposed to say that, lyney," you exhaustingly slant back into the disheveled pillows, "it turns things more complicated and we won't be able to continue this,"

you feel his chest rumble with an awkward chuckle as he nervously drops next to you, reaching over for a blanket to cover your naked bodies.

"yeah.." you're both still exhausted, breathing loudly from the sensitivity and the pent up stimulation forcibly exiting your bodies, the built up bubble in your stomach slowly dissolving into clear nothingness.

"this will have to be a secret," lyney continues, "between us,"

"lets pretend this never happened," you retort back almost immediately, in fact, there was nothing in this world that would make you forget this, but you could at least pretend its never happened.

after this, you're not really sure on how you're supposed to just forget this occurred and if he meant it with his whole heart— neither does lyney know how to continue living after embarrassing himself in front of the person he fell in love with, much more pretend he doesn't harbor those feelings for you in the first place while fucking your brains out next time.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #lyney smut #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #lyney x you

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unveranosinseb0514 · 7 months ago

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Jenson Button: Tv Time

Pairing: Jenson Button x F!reader

Summary: You and Jenson decided to watch a movie together on the couch but things take a different turn and he seems to be interested in something else.

Tw: Minors dni!!!! 18+ Only, Smut, fingering (f receiving), cum eating, Jenson's a bit whipped, teasing (it's Jenson, y'all), a bit fluffy, a little praising, it's kinda...descriptive, sub!reader, dom!jenson, think that's all for now, let me know if i'm forgetting something.

Words: 6k (something around that)

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You slowly walked down the stairs, after getting settled in a room between Sebastian and Fernando, knowing that there you could sleep without any noise bothering, both are extremely silent, so it's about to feel like heaven sleeping next to them, it's been a few weeks since you're having a light sleep, any noise might wake you up, and the other two are kinda loud even without meaning to. Suddenly, you stopped at the last step of the stair, catching a glimpse of the last beam of sunlight on the sky, smiling gently.

The house was on the best position on the top of the hill, being relatively high as well, so you could clearly see the sun touching the green hill from the distance, you always appreciated little things and little moments like this, and was tempted to hop on the kitchen island to observe the spectacle of nature before your eyes when you heard a familiar noise coming from the living room. "Sponge Bob...?" You commented quietly to yourself, making a face, walking slowly on the polished floor, the flip-flops doing the minimal noise.

The television was on with Button thrown on the couch, the hand on the remote control, while on the television, Sponge Bob made Krabby Patties. The show was ending but you saw enough to bite your lip and trying to prevent a laugh from getting out, it was an adorable scene, he sure looked bored, not with the cartoon though, every now and then he let out a few smiles or laughs, he was indeed watching.

"Am I disturbing your cartoon watching section?" You asked, laughing a little and taking steps forward, next to the sofa, he quickly turned his head on your direction, bearing a smirk that made you mirror his, it was contagious. "Y/n my darling, come, sit here" the older man said, patting with his slightly heavy hand on his side on the sofa, letting his arm above the backrest, indicating that he wanted you close, and you did that slowly, sitting there comfortably, didn't even had time to adjust, the man quick pulled you closer with the arm that was extended behind your head before, making you let out a squeak, laughing slightly, and seeing him smiling because of the surprised sound you let out.

"I hope you like cartoons, because that's what we're going to watch" Jenson was paying attention to the television with the same smile on his face.

"It's not that i have something against it, but it's so cute to see you watching" he just let out a chuckle, squeezing you to his side, but still, eyes glazed over the screen, giving time to observe him a little, your head on his shoulder, the strong arm behind your back, keeping you practically 'stuck' at his side - not that you complained. The beard was a bit thin, messy, he had some freckles, some gray hairs here and there, his expression lines became more present every time he moved his facial muscles a little....but that only made him more attractive in your eyes, not forgetting his incredible sense of humor, of course. So entertained by the man that you hadn't even noticed that something else started on the television.

Feeling his muscle close to your arm, he still raced at WEC, needing to maintain strong. "You're staring love" the older said next to your ear with a teasing smile on the lips, caressing your arm up and down, the only reaction you could have was to be out o words because you wouldn't thought he would notice, the cheeks warming up a bit and goosebumps down your spine.

Looking at the man's face like an idiot for a few seconds, he knew exactly what he was doing, and while watching, he could feel your eyes all over him, it wasn't that subtle. "I only got distracted! Sponge Bob hasn't held my attention since I was 10" you said playfully, giving a gentle slap on his chest, but he was eyeing you with a small smile, ready to tease "Yeah...but Sponge Bob finished a few minutes ago, the movie now is 'The Incredibles', what's your next excuse now?" His tone was cocky, like someone who just won an argument, that ended up leaving you once again without having anything to say, you took a glance at the television and he was right, at least 20 minutes has already passed since the movie started and you were completely lost in daydreams of his beauty, but luckily, he ended up laughing and seeking the remote control to you "I'm just teasing, silly, here, choose whatever you want"

He had a slightly tender smile on his lips now, staring while keeping you close, and like anyone else who's not boring, you did enjoyed cartoons from time to time, but it sounded more easier lie than just admit that you've been admiring the brit.

You took the remote, not that you were very interested in anything that was on television with this man by your side, but you decided to give the screen a chance, changing the channels until an horror movie came, couldn't quite recall the name, but seemed better than the cartoons.

"a horror movie? You like that kind of stuff?" The man asked, laughing, slightly ruffling your hair at the back of your head, not enough to make you annoyed.

"a lot, to be honest" you said smiling, snuggling right next to him, laying the head on his shoulder in a comfortable way.

Having you close like that made the man let out a light sigh that he didn't know he was holding, almost relieved of having you so close, looking at you more interested than what was going on the screen and you didn't even notice, slowly looking at your whole face, the way your eyes were expressive, the nose slightly raised, cheeks that seemed soft just like the rest of the skin, and naturally pink lips that he so wanted to taste despite the fact that in the back of his head there was still a small voice reminding him that maybe he shouldn't do that, so he cleared the throat quickly and shook his head, trying to pay attention to the movie and take you out of his thoughts.

Listening to the sound he made with his throat, you looked curiously but he was already watching, deciding to just stay quiet and do the same. In practically 15 minutes of film, Jenson did something he always does to distract himself from the thoughts who were still lingering on his mind: talking and being playful.

"nope, you're gonna die" he said shaking his head in the scene where one of the characters went to check on a noise in the house "why are they always so stupid? Of course if you hear a noise in the dark in the middle of the night you'll see what it is" saying as if it were obvious people won't do that, with a tone of indignation while shaking his head, you could only leave a smused smile on your lips, and as soon as the girl's screams were heard while the killer caught her. "Oh, see? Nothing good would come of a noise in the middle of the night in the house"

"And you're telling me that if you heard a noise here in the middle of the night, you wouldn't check it out?" You questioned crossing your arms and arching one of the eyebrows in a playful way.

"I'm curious, but not dumb, I would probably send you or the other boys" he said laughing and squeezing you

"Oh what a gentleman! Honestly even Fernando would go on his own" you blurt having fun, Fernando was known for prioritizing himself too much on the tracks - which is already expected of a driver, but he was a little more -, which It's nothing like the man he is outside of them, but you knew Jenson was just joking.

"and he would be the first to die, love. In the attempt to be the Knight in the shining armor, who does he think he is? Don Quixote? The Spanish version of Lancelot?" You let out a genuine laugh as he chuckled quietly, enjoying seeing that you were amused by his sense of humor.

"Now that you mentioned it, he would look really good as Aramis...or Athos...but you do know that the name of Don Quixote is Alonso, right?" you say slowly, biting your lip at the image, Aramis was the real Don Juan of The Musketeers, so it would probably suit him better, but your thoughts were interrupted by the small shove the older one did playfully to your side, as if he was jealous...and probably, deep down, he was.

"Hey, I'm right here, just because I wasn't the knight? It was a joke...in reality I wouldn't let anyone check and we would all jump the window" he said, burying his nose in your cheek, making you laugh, lightly slapping his thigh which he pretend it hurt, complaining and making a face, stroking there, straightening the legs in a relaxed manner after, he hadn't even noticed, being already used to being spacious, and even if it was tempting the way his big thighs were a bit stiff in this position, he was too relaxed.

"As if your knees could handle this and it's no use, this manspreading won't work on me" you teased him by giving the legs a little push, and only then he did realize. "oh shoot, sorry love"

It was apologetically while closing his legs a little, you were just joking, since you were practically glued to his side, it didn't bother you much, but it was certainly a distraction.

"let's just watch the movie? We've already missed a lot of things" he suggested, and laughing you agreed, as soon as you both snuggled up properly, finally paid a little attention to the plot unfolding on the screen.

Jenson seemed to have other plans, of course he enjoyed your company, to have you close, but he's been seeing you differently lately - not just him -, and having you so close, on the couch, wasn't helping at all with these thoughts he shouldn't have about it, he actually thought about watching the film...but maybe the timing was too perfect for another thing. Slowly, while pretending to pay attention to the screen, he began to gently stroke your arm caressing it while, and since you're watching, it didn't bother, to be honest, it was a welcomed affection, all the men in this house have always been affectionate towards you and the British man is no exception. His fingers slowly felt the softness of your skin, the heat, just below the sleeve of the sweatshirt you were wearing, it was one finger, then two, three... and when you realized, he was caressing and warming you up with his hand, long enough to look at his large hand for a few seconds, which despite its size, had a delicate touch, and the size had a slight contrast with your arm, ending up blinking a few times, quickly looking at the television, not letting the thoughts went where they shouldn't, but the scene in the movie wasn't helping.

The couple was kissing slowly, both sitting on the couch - which seemed like fate was trying to be funny -, the boy slowly put his hand inside the girl's t-shirt, slowly lying down on the sofa, usually this type of scene didn't even affect you, but there was something about the slow kiss, the light smiles at each other, carefree, without knowing what awaits them, the touches that seemed so real that they made you adjust a little on the sofa, letting a low sigh when the boy slide himself between the the girl's legs, you had no idea why a scene like this was affecting you so much, enough to make you have to move, several films had sex scenes...apparently, not like this one, which didn't go unnoticed by the man next to you, he looked slowly for a few seconds, from head to toe but then shifted the gaze at the screen again, and as if he didn't saw anything, still caressing the arm, he used his other hand to make a small caress on your thigh, his thumb slowly moving up and down on the fabric, of course the scene didn't help with what Button was already thinking, you were feeling the tension in the room increase, and for a few seconds you wondered if that was really happening, it was as if he was testing the waters... and actually was, he wanted to know what your reaction would be, if by any chance you would hit his hand or he would get a slap in the face and hear that he's being disrespectful, that you are not ready for any of this, which he would respect and give you space, but you were already starting to feel slight shivers, a certain anticipation in your chest, so you slowly turned your face, watching the man who feigned interest in the film at that point. Thinking that maybe he wasn't just being affectionate as usual. With some shyness, feeling the great, not so intoxicating perfume of the older man, you got close enough to leave him a kiss at the base of his neck, when you realized that the man hadn't moved away or said anything, you gave him another kiss slowly above the other, and one more, which made him humm, adjusting a little on the sofa and sliding his hand from your arm to waist, making a small caress there, his hands in a sneaky way touching the skin there underneath of the hooded sweatshirt, making you relax a little, the feeling of his hand there scared at first because you weren't expecting it, but his touch felt good.

"can i ask you something, darling?" The voice was low because you both were close, slowly facing him after that. "you just did, but go ahead" your tone was playful, which made him leave a smile on his beautiful lips, and for the first time looking a bit serious, which made you feel your cheeks heating up, your shoulder was leaning against the taller one's side, close enough, the tension palpable.

"have you ever...touched yourself?"

The question was personal, your cheeks gained even more color, probably should have already expected at this point that it would be something like that... but perhaps the fact that you had never talked about it out loud with anyone... left you embarrassed, even more so being with him, even after what you all talked about in the kitchen...you wouldn't get used to talking about it out of nowhere, so you just let out a blushing laugh. "You know that...just as you have... desires... I also have... but I never... put my fingers inside, I was afraid it would hurt" you admitted somewhat ashamed, which he let a chuckle escaped, using his hand that was previously on the thigh for your hair, slowly adjusting it, caressing your face with his knuckles right after, knowing that this had made you slightly shy so he tried to comfort with the touch and a careful smile. "Really? Those tiny little fingers?" He teased, reaching for one of your hands and making you open it, placing your palm on his hand, the difference appearing immediately, his fingers were bigger, a little thick... which was to be expected, but that made you playfully roll your eyes and intertwine your fingers.

"Ha ha ha, tiny compared to yours!" You commented, laughing slowly, the tension was still there, for a few seconds you just stared at each other, the older man's hand still gently caressed your waist.

"You're right...so what do you do then, huh? Play with your clit?" He whispered with his face close, your face coming alive again at how direct he had been just now, just letting a small smirk appear on your pinkish lips. "That's a bit too much information"

"alright...fair enough, let's put it that way, love...what if i say i want to touch you? What if i say i can make you feel good and show you that it doesn't have to be painful?" You remained quiet while the man gave a proposal, to be honest, deep down inside you didn't need to think, the answer was a solid yes! but something made you hesitate, maybe the size of his hand, which would be in unexplored parts, but the desire to have him touching you was greater, so you simply nodded, agreeing. "I need to hear you."

"yes...just don't get too ahead of yourself" you said, to which he just smiled and nodded slowly, understanding what you meant by that.

He slowly slipped his fingers further inside your sweatshirt and blouse, making a lazy caress, he slowly approached your face and began to kiss gently, wanting to relax you, when the kisses reached your neck, you couldn't help but let out a sigh, closing eyes and tilting the head to the side, giving him more space to explore the neck, after all, it was a sensitive place, and it sent goosebumps through your body, while the man's hand continued to feel the skin of your stomach, moving up gently, lightly touching the underside of your breasts, which made you adjust a little, slightly impatient to have him touch where you wanted, which didn't go unnoticed, he let a low laugh come out, biting your neck near your collarbone, making you whimper. "Impatient are we?" Joking, he plastered a somewhat smug smile on the lips, you were about to complain when his fingers slowly entered your pants, your hand grabbing on the same arm that kept you pressed against his side.

Butterflies hit your stomach at the new sensation of someone else's hand in such an intimate place, but as soon as the older man started playing with the hem of your panties, you almost gasped, of course you were comfortable with him, you felt comfortable enough to let him do what no one has ever done, because you trusted him...still, it's not like you're used to that kind of touch.

"Relax..." He whispered next to your ear, nibbling on your neck to distract just a bit, already feeling your skin a little hot, the slick between your folds dripping slowly on your panties, and that only with his touch and teasing. Button liked how sensitive to touch you seemed to be, and as much as he was tempted to just slide his fingers in and finally explore what he wanted so much...he enjoyed teasing and didn't wanted to overwhelm you all of sudden.

The film, long forgotten on television, you couldn't even hear anything other than your heart beating strongly - almost in your ears - and the breathing of the man close to your neck as he gave light bites and kisses. His hand slowly slid past the hem of the panties, all below your clothes, and those seemed to be becoming too hot as the minutes passed.

"Hey, Hey, Look at me" he asked with such a low and soft voice to hear, and slowly you did so, he took a few seconds to admire with an intense look, your eyes were half-lidded, the pupils starting to dilate, temperature a bit high and breathing slightly faltering, he had a half shit-eating grin on his face from seeing how little things affected you, but that was probably because it's him, it would be difficult not to be affected by everything he does.

With no time to waste, he kissed you, slowly, carefully, successfully distracting you from his two fingers that crept closer to their destination. You relaxed too much into the kiss, taking one of your hands to the older man's face, slowly pulling closer, caressing his facial hair with the tips of your fingers. A long, calm and patient kiss. Him, taking advantage of the fact that you were distracted, didn't miss it, gently sliding his colder fingers between your pussy lips, rubbing one of them on your clit for the first time, which made you moan softly in the middle of the kiss, not expecting the touch.

"shit... you're really wet" he voiced out, letting a small laugh escape, surprised.

Seeing him speaking so confidently while letting his fingers explore your pussy made you feel a pulse there, which he certainly felt too, your clit already throbbing, begging for attention after such light touch.

"J-Jenson" you moaned softly against his lips after the kiss with his fingers moving slowly and delicately, as if he wanted to remember the feeling of sliding his digits in such a warm and wet place, especially tight, what he felt when sliding his middle finger up to your entrance, lazily playing with the bundle of nerves with his thumb while the other pressed just a little on your glistening entrance, putting just the tip of his finger inside, already feeling how tight it was, which made you moan his name again and tremble slightly from the new sensations, he couldn't help but let out a groan that was on the back of his throat.

"that's right baby, say my name" he whispered close to your lips and placed a few kisses on your neck. As the seconds passed, you only got wetter, his touch was so careful, the caress was precise anyway, you knew he could make you Come lazily and that would still bring tears in your eyes from the intensity.

You tilted your head back a little, squirming, crying out small moans on his side with him flicking your clit a bit faster now, spreading a few times your inner lips to slide his big digit against your entrance, just teasing and sometimes pressing there but never putting in too far, as much as he was just tempted to shove his fingers into you with how wet you were, coating him slowly with your juices, what you both knew by the sensation and the slick noises it made because of the friction. This was getting too much for him, he started to play with your clit even more, your legs shaking slightly with the sudden change of pace.

"I'm gonna put one finger inside, okay?" He whispered with the breathing a little messy, almost as if asking for permission, and you couldn't respond properly, so with your eyes almost closed you just shook your head quickly, letting him do it.

Calmly he pressed his thumb on the most sensitive place while pushing his coated middle finger inside you, only stopping when his first knuckle was inside, and immediately he felt the velvet walls gripping his finger like it longed to be filled by something.

It was a strange sensation for you at first, after all, you had never dared to put anything in there, and even though Button's fingers were a little large, the feeling was far from uncomfortable, at this point, oddly enough, you already felt a slight warm sensation in your lower belly, and as soon as he started moving his finger slowly and your moans became a little louder and more frequent along with the squelch noises being more present, he couldn't take it.

"alright, i need to see you baby, fuck, i need to see that pussy, i bet it looks so beautiful all wet for me" he whispered somewhat desperately, breatheless still, as he used his other hand to hurriedly pull down your pants, you raised your legs a little, slightly trembling, to help him.

Despite everything you were already doing, hearing him talking like that made your face heat up, it seemed so shameful.

He threw the pants away, letting out a small growl when the big wet spot on your orange panties appeared, which he quickly discarded on the floor as well, and in one swift move he manhandled you to sit on one of his thick thighs, keeping your back pressed against his chest, not exactly sitting but in a position he could look at it closer and better. "keep your legs spread for me baby, that's it" he asked, slapping your thigh twice without much force, the man's breathing was almost the same as yours, but he couldn't help but let out a groan seeing the treasure you had between your legs, made his eyes shine, tempted to just throw you on the couch and eat you out like it's the last thing he'll do.

Mesmerized, letting his fingers slide to your glistening pussy, welcoming his already slick fingers so easily, it was shining in the light, his fingers seemed big there on the same espace, only then you realized the mess you made with just his touch, while releasing whimpers, your cheeks grew even hotter.

"baby look at you... God you're soaking, so fucking beautiful" he said in a low tone, still admiring you, now that he could see what he was doing, everything had become better.

"J-Jenson...baby please...please touch me" you begged in a low voice, thrusting your hips a little, to make him slide his finger where it was before

"what? I'm already touching you, love" he teased, pressing and rubbing in a slightly mean way, with force, his thumb in your little bundle of nerves, your body gaining a jolt of pleasure that made your legs shake and you moan his name, feeling the smile on the older man's lips who loved to tease you, and as much as you wanted to slap him to make make him stop that, your mind was more focused on begging, you never needed someone's touch as much as you do now.

"Goddamn, please!...please...want your fingers inside...so bad" wiggling softly on his thigh, he let a low chuckle and just as you were about to ask again without any shame in begging for it, he placed his strong arm under your breasts, keeping you pressed there while holding the hem of your hooded sweatshirt and without much delay he pushed his middle finger against your entrance, this time putting it all the way in, making you squirm but he held you with some force, not letting you move too much.

In meantime he was moving his finger, nothing too strong or forceful, but fast, which made you moan a little sweet and louder, forgetting that you weren't alone at home, but it was difficult to control, the feeling was so good, you squeezed a little more the arm that was around you, with your eyes closed and head leaning against his warm body. Without any warning, he slowly introduced another finger, both his middle and ring finger knuckles deep inside you by now, and because of the size, you thought they might hurt, but you were wrong...oh you were so wrong, it only gave it more pleasure, made your legs shake for the dozen time.

He moved them rather quickly now, as you felt the pressure in your lower belly increase, the British bit his lower lip slowly, closely observing how your body reacted, he relished the fact that he was the one doing this to you, leaving you all warm, red, sweaty, wet and sensitive, begging for his touch, getting lightheaded, things you're experiencing for the first time in the best way, you were never this helpless when you touched yourself.

"Look at that...fuck... you're dripping, you're taking my fingers so well..."

He praises close to your ear, leaving a slow bite on the earlobe, extremely concentrated on the movements of his own fingers "Open your eyes, look at the mess you're making, or I'll stop"

He demanded on purpose, his voice was soft but you knew he would stop, he could see how difficult it was to keep your eyes open from the pleasure so you forced them to stay like that looking down, his fingers appearing and disappearing inside you in a quick pace, the wetter you stayed, the more the sounds seemed so erotic, the most sloppiest sounds ever, your juices were literally dripping down and wetting his sweatpants by now, which made you a bit embarrassed but he just loved the sight.

"Good girl"

Obviously that sent a wave straight to your core, making you squeeze his fingers tighter inside, which he definitely felt and made him laugh next to your ear "hum, do you like that darling? Of course you do...you like when i praise you huh?" His tone had a bit of mockery but amusement as well, he enjoyed that fact, enjoyed how much power he suddenly had over this, over your body, over your incoming orgasm.

"P-Please...please more...f-faster" you whined between the moans, it wasn't enough to make you reach the edge with the pace his fingers had now, but it was enough to make you cream everything, and the older man decided to give you some relief, thinking that he had already provoked you too much for a first time, and suddenly curved his fingertips, reaching an area he hadn't touched yet, pressing the tip of his fingers on that spongy side against your walls where nobody had ever touched, not even you, and that made almost a wave of pleasure go through all your body that made you bite the hand so you don't moan too loudly.

It felt wonderful, he knew he had found the right place with his hands, that seemed to be so skilled, and soon enough he was pumping his fingers relentlessly, pressing down that place like a button everytime, making you almot putty in his arms, a moaning mess by now, your eyes closed, whimpering incoherent things, the man whispering some sinful things on your hear just to feel you grip his fingers harder because he knew exactly what made you clench your walls, what made your legs shake and you adjust on his lap, and when he started to also press the palm of his hand on your clit...almost made you come right there.

All the sensations were practically overwhelming, you were almost over there, the pressure in your womb a bit too much to hold it in, the wave was coming slightly faster with everything he was doing down there, and he knew it. "You're close, aren't you, pretty girl?" He whispered in a tantalizing way, but you couldn't speak, only moan, mutter a few sweet "please"'s but you shook your head quickly and desperate, that was all he needed to press his palm even more on the most sensitive part between your legs and move the fingers a bit harder, almost making you cry out, shaking all over, on his lap, your breath faultering, it was coming and it was coming hard, you never felt anything like this in your entire life, it wasn't the usual sensation of an orgasm...that time it seemed like it had more.

"Alright, come for me love, come on, you deserve it, you've been such a good girl"

And you didn't have to be told twice, just letting be drive over the edge with his fingers, you moaned louder when the orgasm finally hit, him having to slide his free hand to keep your legs open since you tried closing them by the intensity, but what actually surprised you was seeing you squirt on his hand and his pants, wetting everything, with him groaning and praising you afterwards, and if you thought you were a mess before, you should see it now.

It was so intense that your whole body was shaking, breathing was uneasy, face was red, the body was a little sweaty, while the Brit had a satisfied smile on his lips, his cock stiff in his pants because it was so goddamn hot to watch you unravel with his fingers and on his hold. He kept moving his fingers slowly to let you ride it out your orgasm, and when you finally stopped, spent, he took out his fingers carefully, hearing you whimper because you got a bit sensitive, because of the loss of contact too, not hesitating to simply suck his fingers, humming while he said so "you're delicious love, do you want a taste?"

You just opened your eyes lazily, adjusting your head closer, kissing his lips, gently and calmly, putting his tongue in your mouth so you could taste yourself there, turning it into a wet kiss but still in a way, careful. He knew you're a bit shaky after what happened, wasn't thinking straight...in fact you weren't exactly thinking at all. It took all his strength to not simply bury his head between your legs to clean you with his tongue, but you were already too sensitive, he did slide his fingers on your folds one last time, which you let out a small sound, almost protesting, his touch wasn't harmful though, he just wanted to taste you a bit more, sucking his fingers glistening again, making your face warm a bit more...jesus, he really enjoyed that...he looked like he had just tasted the sweetest thing ever and he couldn't get enough, you could clearly see on his expression that, the satisfaction after what he has done.

You felt him hard close to your body, and before you made any movement, even if tired, about to help, he quickly adjusted your position carefully and placed you back on the couch, lying down this time. "but...Jens-"

"no, no, everything was about you today, don't worry about me, relax baby, you seem tired" the man said in a soft and calm voice, his accent making your heart flutter a bit.

He got up only to grab your panties and pants, he seemed a bit out of breath...it was kinda intense for him as well, not the same for you of course, but it did made his breath faulter. He made a small caress on your waist while carefully dressing you, your legs were a little wobbly after the orgasm, and he remained there until you seemed to have returned at least a bit to normal, having the hair adjusted by him, slowly, while he looked a bit tenderly, it somewhat made you feel warm and fuzzy inside...it was intense but it had a caring touch. "That was...so good though..." You blurted out, a little embarrassed but with a satisfied smile on your face, your breathing still returning to normal, heart returning to it's normal frequency, and for him, seeing that you enjoyed yourself was more than enough to make him happy.

"I'm glad you enjoyed, darling... because i really, really did" He sent you a wink, making you scoff in a funny way, taking off your hooded sweatshirt with his help because the body was too warm after the activities you just did, staying only with your blouse.

"believe me...i know you did" you joked, both of you laughing relaxedly now, like good friends who clearly seemed to have something going on between them.

"you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" He was serious now, eyeing you for an answer, giving him a smile, you just shake your head in a negative way before answering properly.

"No Jense, it was awesome, it did leave me a bit lightheaded, didn't thought it could be that...intense, but i'm okay" you assured him, giving his hand a light squeeze, and only when he saw on your eyes you were actually okay, that he saw you were being sincere. "By the way...i'm sorry about your...pants" you whispered gently, shy when you got a proper glimpse of the big wet spot on his thigh, but he smiles, looking down, rubbing his fingers there.

"You should already know that I don't mind...plus that was sexy as hell" he made a voice deep and sighed like he almost got turned on talking about that, you couldn't help but laugh and turn your head to look away, trying to not stay too shy. "alright! I get it..."

The man arranged a pillow behind your head, lifting your legs so that they were in his lap, starting to deliberately massage there while he watched you, comfortably in silence. Jenson was simply sweet, and it was so good that you didn't even feel like talking about what just happened, about what meant this that both of you did in the heat of the moment, but there wasn't an ounce of regret in him or in you, so maybe it would be better to wait for another day, you' didn't want to disturb the peaceful moment between you two...you didn't felt like you had to question that now...you both shared something intense and intimate, it should be simple...but you'll probably wonder why later.

#imagine #smut #f1 #f1 x reader #jenson button #jenson button smut #jenson button imagine #f1 smut

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goldenkiwistyles · 1 month ago

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Apologies LN4

Part 2 of this

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual content, Lando being a dick, use of slut.

It had been exactly two weeks since new years eve. Y/n had seen Lando twice times. He ignored her every time.

The first time was two days after they had hooked up. Y/n walked into her local café, craving an iced latte when she spotted Lando sat at a table. Just as she was about to go up and say hello he looked her right in the eye, grimaced and walked off leaving her felling dejected.

The second time was yesterday. She was walking towards her next lecture, Lando walking in the opposite direction. She called out in greeting but he walked straight past her without batting an eye. Now Y/n knew what she was getting into. She knew Lando had a reputation for being a bit of a playboy. But she wasn't expecting them to suddenly become the best of friends. A simple hello here and there would do.

Was it a bad idea to get absolutely wasted when Lando walked into her birthday party with another girl on his arm just so she wouldn't have to feel this bizarre mixture of hurt and admiration. Yes. Especially considering she doesn't drink. Until today. As soon as she had seen him walking in with Katie, a girl from her economics class, on his arm she was pissed. How could he have the audacity to take her virginity, ignore her for two weeks and the show up at her birthday party with another girl. Y/n was tempted to walk over there and give him a piece of her mind. She had decided that was a bad idea. But then she drunk a ton of alcohol. That's how she found herself marching over to the pair who were on the dancefloor together.

"You fucking asshole!" Y/n wobbled slightly as she hit Lando in the chest. He looked shocked.

"Y/n please..."

"Oh don't y/n please me. Your such a fucking asshole. What kind of human being takes someone's virginity, ignores them for two weeks and then turns up to their birthday party with the first slut they could find!"

Lando's heart broke slightly at the sight before him. Y/n. Perfect Y/n. Stood in front of him, angry tears now spilling down her face. He didn't even care that she was calling him an ass. He deserved it. The truth was he'd never felt what he felt with y/n before and it scared the shit out of him. "Y/n please can we talk upstairs."

The girl suddenly became aware that everyone had stopped what they were doing and were now listening to their convocation. Her cheeks tinted with embarrassment.

"Fine."

Lando had to practically carry her up the stairs to stop her falling over.

As soon as she opened the door to her room, Lando took note of the abundance of pink. The walls, her curtains, the rug. it was all pink. Clumsily she sat down on the bed, Lando siting next to her. They sat there in silence, staring at each other, neither wanting to be the first to talk. Before either can think it through their lips join in a hot, messy kiss. Lando's hands find her breast, massaging them over her shirt causing her to groan into the kiss. They break away, gasping for air before desperately reconnecting their lips.

Y/n's hands travel down his chest, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans when she reaches them. Her hands reach into his boxers, taking his half hard dick in them and giving it a few tugs.

Suddenly, Lando's brought back to reality, Frantically pushing her away and doing his jeans back up.

"Lan What did you do that for?"

He's silent for a minute as he tries to tame his wild thoughts and erratic breathing.

"We can't darling. Your drunk. I don't want you to do something you will regret."

The girl whines, steping closer and trying to kiss him again.

"No darling. Come on we should get you to bed."

After fighting with her for a good 10 minutes Lando manages to get her into some comfy pjs and under the covers. Y/n curls up under the duvet and closes her eyes which Lando takes as his signal to leave. Just as he's about to walk away he feels a hand on his wrist.

"No please stay."

Lando knows it s a bad idea. He knows he should just leave and find Katherine or whatever her name was. But he couldn't resist her pleading eyes. So he took his sweater and jeans of before getting in next to her, pulling y/n against his chest.

Y/n woke up with a pounding headache. What the fuck happened she thought. As she went to move she was stopped by a weight on her chest. She looked down to discover Lando Norris in her bed, with his head on her chest.

"Fuck."

Lando stirs at the sudden noise, quickly moving away from her.

"Sorry, must of moved in my sleep."

Y/n was so confused. The last thing she could rember was yelling at Lando downstairs.

“What happened last night?” She sits up moving so she’s sat opposite the curly haired man needing some distance.

“Did we…”

Y/n sounds nervous, tugging at Lando’s heart strings.

“No, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.”

Y/n scoffs. “So you won’t sleep with someone when they’re drunk, but you’ll take their virginity and ignore them for two weeks.”

Lando sighs. “Look darling I’m sorry, I know that was a dick move but I panicked.” Lando’s eyes move to the duvet over his legs not wanting to look at her as he said the next bit. “What I felt with you when we fucked, I’d never felt before and it scared the shit out of me. I think I really like you y/n.”

She stays at him lost for words. “Lando I…”

“It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way.”

She hesitates. “Lando you really hurt me. If the last two weeks hadn’t happened and you confessed your feelings I would have said I liked you too. But I don’t know if I can trust you now.”

Lando’s features fall as the beautiful, innocent girl in front of him breaks his heart.

“I get it I’m so sorry y/n. I’ll just go.”

Y/n nods.

“Is it ok if I have a quick shower first.”

“Sure it’s down the hall on the left.”

He gets up without another word, leaving y/n wondering if she made a horrible mistake.

Yes he did hurt her but she can’t deny that she felt something that night as well. I mean everyone makes mistakes and y/n did know what she was getting into on New Year’s Eve.

Fuck it.

Before she can really think it through she gets off the bed, stripping out of the pjs Lando found for her and makes her way into the shower.

The sight that greeted her made a pool of arousal instantly gather between her legs.

Lando was lent against the wall, head back, water dripping down his toned chest and hand frantically pumping his leaking cock.

He startles when he hears the door open looking up to find yn stood naked in the doorway staring at his exposed body.

“Why’d you stop?” She smirks, sauntering into the shower cubicle with him.

Lando stutters “what are you doing.”

“I like you too Lando. I forgive you for what you did.”

He whines in relief and pleasure before joining their lips in a heated kiss.

When they break away gasping for air y/n slowly bends down coming face to face with his achingly hard prick.

“Darling you don’t have to.”

“But I want to. I just need you to guide me.”

"fuck baby just do what ever feels right and watch your teeth."

Hesitantly she licks his tip before taking it into her mouth and sucking. Lando's thighs tense as he tries to stop himself from bucking his hips.

"Fuck darling so good."

She swirls her tongue around the tip before sinking lower, her hands cupping his balls. Fuck darling you make me so hard. Think about your outfit last night the little skirt and boots I couldn't help myself." Y/n takes him as far as she can, her hands massaging what she couldn't fit in herself until Lando's a moaning mess and pushing her off his cock.

"Mhm if you keep going I'm gonna cum and I want to do that inside you."

Gently he pulls her up to her feet, wrapping her legs around his waist and instructing her to jump.

"Look so pretty with water dripping down your chest."

Lando takes her left nipple into his mouth his hand rubbing the other making her groan.

"Lan need you so bad please. I need you inside of me."

"Need to prep you first darling."

"I don't care just put your dick inside me please."

Lando lets out a guttural moan before spinning round so she pinned against the wall and thrusting into her dripping pussy.

The stretch was still painful but y/n enjoyed it.

"Fuck darling your perfect."

Once she has adjusted lando starts thrusting, setting a slow sensual rhythm, each thrust reassuring y/n that she made the right decision.

He captured her lips in a tender kiss. Tongue caressing her mouth as his hips rocked against hers.

"Lan I'm getting close." He slightly speeds up his thrust, fingers meeting her cilt and rubbing small circles sending waves of arousal through her body.

"Come on darling cum for me."

"Fuck.." She starts, the string pulling further apart until it snaps, her walls squeezing Lando's cock triggering his own orgasm.

Neither move for a few minutes both gathering there thoughts as they come down from their highs.

Lando is the first one to move, gently pulling out and setting her on the ground. Without saying anything he quick rinses off before grabbing her shampoo and massaging it into her hair.

Once they are both clean he wraps them in fluffy towels, carries her to her bedroom and helps her get dressed.

"You ok darling?" "That was mind blowing."

Lando giggles before sitting down beside her.

"Fancy getting a bite to eat?"

"I'd love too."

This kinda made me want to cry as i wrote it. Don't know why 🥹

#lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 smut

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kassiekole22 · 10 months ago

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Joy Ride

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

Pairing: Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader

Description: Brian finds you walking home late one night and offers you a ride, which turns into a night-long joy ride around Miami.

Warnings: Fluff, Speeding, Friends Or Future Lovers? (You Decide)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Sooooo, I watched 2 Fast 2 Furious for the first time a around a month ago and this guy has been on my mind ever since. I have always really loved Paul Walker so this was bound to happen eventually. 😂 I don't know if I plan to write more for him or if this will just be a one time thing, but I have been working on this fic for quite some time now and I'm happy to finally be posting it. More to come from other beloved characters soon! Enjoy the fic and if you want more Brian O'Conner fics in the future, let me know in the comments or inbox! 🖤 (Also did any of you get the reference in the name? 👀)

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Kassie's Angels: @mornandil, @lorebite.

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𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

2002

The air is pretty cool for a night in Miami, but I don't mind. I walk with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, protecting them from the slight chill. It's nothing too intense, but I haven't been used to being in cooler temperatures for awhile now.

I walk quickly down the sidewalk as a few cars pass from time to time. The sounds of their engines make my fingers and feet tingle a little, my body missing the feeling of the steering wheel gripped in my fingers and the gas pedal under my foot.

I wrecked pretty badly during my last race, resulting in my car becoming too banged up to drive. Most street racers have other cars to fall back on. Unfortunately for me, my girl was all I had. Now I'm left to walk on foot until I can get enough money to fix her.

The ambiance in the street is pretty calm until I hear the familiar rumble of a very specific engine approaching my side. To my surprise, that iconic silver and blue Nissan Skyline pulls up, slowing down to drive at my walking speed. But the slick paint job or glowing underbody isn't what makes it difficult to look away. The driver is none other than the man who beat me in my last race, Brian O'Conner.

I'm met with a kind smile as he rolls down his windows, his bright blue eyes glancing up at me from the shadows of the interior. There is just something about that man that draws me in. I could never tell what exactly it was, but it pulled me in his direction like a bee to a flower every time I was in the same location as him.

"Ey, need a ride?" He queries in a rasied voice, nearly shouting over the Skyline's growl.

Though it's tempting, I don't want to throw a wrench in any plans he may have. Knowing him, he has another street race or date to get to at this hour. So, despite the aching pain in my feet that is screaming in protest, I respond casually, "Nah, man. I'm good. Home's not too far away anyway, y'know?"

Even though it wouldn't take him too long, it would be pretty pointless to drive only a couple blocks anyway. He takes a mere second to let my words sink in and find an answer, his eyes hopeful as they are taken off the road and landing on me once more.

"We don't gotta take you home. The night's still—" He checks his watch, and his eyes widen slightly as he realizes the time. "—Well, middle-aged, but that don't gotta stop the fun."

I can't contain a faint chuckle at his dumb joke, rolling my eyes as I do so. The next thing I know, my feet are subconsciously coming to a stop, and he gently lays on the brakes. His car is also stopping right beside where I now stand, but the engine still purrs softly to alert all of its consciousness.

"Ah, c'mon, girl. Let's live a little, eh?" He flashes me that dangerous half-smirk that beckons me forward into mischief. It now dawns on me that he might not have the intention of taking me home, which is intriguing in a way.

I contemplate my options for a moment. The only thing waiting for me at home is a couple bottles of beer and some cold pizza left in the fridge from the night prior. It seems like I've been spending most of my time alone lately. Maybe it would be good to spend some time in good company.

"Alright," I give in with a subtle but still noticeable sigh, backing down in my mental debate.

He reaches across and opens the passenger door for me as I round the car, its headlights illuminating me for a brief moment as I cross in front of the bumper before hoping into the seat offered to me. It felt weird being in the left seat and not having a steering wheel before me. I could never get used to those foreign imported cars.

But regardless, it sure is a beauty. The leather interior smells oddly fresh and calming, with a faint hint of exhaust filtering through the open windows. It's clear he just cleaned her up. Brian was always the type to take care of his rides.

I pull the seatbelt across my chest and lock it in securely, mentally preparing myself for the wild ride I know damn well he is about to take me on. He looks at me and flashes me that cocky yet proud smile as he revvs the engine for only a moment before taking off into the night.

With windows down and speed carrying us, I feel like I'm floating on air. The soft breeze I felt only moments ago is now a fast wind in my hair, and the soft ambiance of the nightlife in Miami is now disturbed by a machine growl.

I glance over at him, and it's as if time slows for just a minute as I take in how happy he is. He's a simple man. He doesn't need the fancy things in life, just a fast car to make the corners of his lips part into that iconic grin I have grown to love.

"Wanna get fuckin' nuts?" He asks me, his voice taking me out of my thoughts and putting me back into reality. That's when I notice that mischievous look in his ocean blue eyes, their pupils blown wide with adrenaline.

Hm... Blue and full of adrenaline, like the blood pumping in our veins.

"What?" I blurt out, not fully comprehending what he is asking, until my gaze wanders down to where his thumbs hovers over the nitro buttons.

I look at the road ahead, seeing that it is completely barren of all life, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of what he is suggesting. It's a dangerous game—playing with speed in such a way—but a thrilling one, for sure.

Taking my eyes off the road ahead to look back at him, I notice the hopeful glint once again in his eyes, only pushing my thought process toward wanting to comply. So without a second breath, I cheer, "Fuck yeah!"

With a simple click of two buttons at once, we are off like a rocket in space. Suddenly, the street lights look like comets, and the lines on the road are just blurs of colors. It's oddly beautiful in a way, and I marvel at how it ignites my soul with such a unique feeling, which I can't possibly seek from anything else. My fingers dig into the sides of my seat as my heart pounds against my ribcage like thunder, both overwhelmed but thirsty for more of this intoxicating rush.

Though Brian only lets this last for a moment, just seconds passed that will remain with me for an eternity. We laugh as the car slows to a semi-normal speed again. My smile is so wide, I can feel my face begin to hurt.

But I don't care. I am just so high on the thrill that my mind is lost in a cloudy space of euphoria. It's crazy how the night went from a quiet walk home to taking a joy ride with one of my rivals, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Once our laughter dies down, the soft purr of the engine is the only thing heard yet again as we both seemingly get lost in our own thoughts. What is he thinking? I wish I knew. The only thing on my mind is how happy I am. It isn't until a couple minutes later that he speaks his mind, taking a deep breath before his lips finally form the words he has been pondering.

"We should do this more often," he suggests in that nonchalant tone he carries quite regularly for someone with such excitement in his life. "Y'know, hang out outside the racing world? You're a cool girl."

I can't repress how my smile softens for a moment at his words as my eyes flick over in his direction while a million responses filter through my mind. This guy is a legend—a local celebrity, if you will. To have this opportunity is an honor. However, I don't necessarily get the vibe of entitlement from him. Instead, his atmosphere reflects something else—something friendly and inviting.

"And you're a cool guy. I'd love to hang with you more often." I reply, trying to sound chill but coming off way more sincere than intended. Though he doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he seems to be pleased with my response.

The next thing I know, he is pulling into a public beach. Its sands are abandoned by any human life due to the lateness of time, though the footprints of the visitors that day still remain like ghosts of the past, their memories carved in the sand until they get washed away by the waves.

He locks the car in park, unhooks his seatbelt, and gets out. I watch through the windshield as he rounds the side of it to rest back on the hood. My eyes study him as he lifts himself to sit on the hood, not once looking back to see if I leave the car as well. It's almost as if he expects me to.

So to fulfill his silent expectations, I swing my door open and hop out after freeing myself from my seatbelt, nearly stumbling as the ground is unexpectedly unsteady where I stand. My feet sink into the sand, and I'm grateful I chose to wear boots tonight over anything else.

Once out of my sticky situation, I take a moment to appreciate the freshness in the air—the sweet smell of the ocean before me for just a second. After approaching him, I rest beside him on the hood, watching the waves crash before us. It reminds me that life is quite like the sea. It's unpredictable, a little scary at times, but beautiful in many unique ways. I release a soft breath, my body relaxing in this calming moment.

"I remember the first time I saw you pull up in that black Trans Am to the race. Fuckin' engine and bass on your stereo roaring over the sound of the crowd." He chuckles while he reminisces about old memories.

"Buni," I correct him as I smile fondly, thinking about the beauty that's currently under a tarp in my garage, just waiting to be repaired and set free on the road once again.

"Yeah, Buni." He parrots me in an almost teasing way. I know he finds the fact that I named my car ridiculous, but I can see it in his eyes that it amuses him all the same. "You're something else, (L/N). A damn good racer, though."

My heart flutters at the compliment, and I feel my cheeks heat up with this familiar warmth that only he ignites in me best. The soft breeze blows through my hair as I think of a reply, running through my strains like an angel's fingertips. But it's not the breeze nor the location that has me in such a calm and joyful state.

I continue to study him—the way his blonde curls blow in the breeze, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly to show his contentment, his biceps flexing ever so slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. It amazes me how all the different shades of blue in his iris reflect the scene before us. It's like I could literally drown in them each time I gaze into them to admire their beauty.

"Yeah? You and your Skyline ain't so bad either." I finally quip with a small bit of sarcasm dripping from my tone after forcing myself out of where my mind has disappeared to for a short time. He smiles softly at my words, because it's evident how I really feel about him. He knows, and I know that, but I don't really care anymore.

We talk until sunrise and watch as the black sky fades into orange and pink, blending with the stars to make them barely visible. Though they are out of sight, I know they still shine brightly above us, like angels waiting for us in heaven. It's quite special—maybe even magical.

The sea reflects the morning sun as it rises from the horizon, its golden rays shining upon us as we remain on the hood of the car. It's just us out here in our own little world. If I learned anything from last night, it's not the place that makes a moment special, but the person you share it with.

I don't know where this road will take us. I know it will be a long one—with plenty of traffic and bumps ahead—but the ride will be an enjoyable one with a new friend in the seat next to me as we speed through it all. And if we happen to get separated some point along the way, I know in my heart that I'll see him again.

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

#2 fast 2 furious #brian o'conner #brian o'conner x reader #KassieBrianOConnerFanFics

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cobaltperun · 3 months ago

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Eternal Flame (16) - The Line

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: For her it’s a passion, for you it’s an accident. And as she continues shining brighter and brighter with each role you are left mesmerized, drawn to her flame and cherishing every time she lets herself be vulnerable with you.

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-I can feel the light shine on my face-

You were just done watching some cooking TV show when you heard knocking on your door and that was strange to say the least. It was just past five PM, and Barbara said she wouldn't drop by, and she sounded like she would be really busy with her family. Not to mention Barbara never knocked, she just barged in like a very confident and determined burglar. And Hugh, the only other person you would expect to show up, wasn't even in the States, he went to Australia for a bit, so there really wasn't anyone who could show up. There was Jenna, but she was supposed to come tomorrow, so you figured maybe it was one of your neighbors dropping by for something.

Regardless of who it was you hopped to your feet and, with a bounce to your steps you haven't really gotten used to, you went over to the doors and opened them. And the sight in front of you was the most beautiful sight you have ever seen. “Jen,” you whispered, her name falling from your lips like a prayer, and both of you stood there, just taking the sight of one another in. She was beautiful, her hair was falling in soft waves, her face was damn near free from makeup and somehow even more beautiful than you remembered. And the baby blue sweater hugging her figure looked incredible on her. She was dressed in a casual, comfortable manner, and that was Jenna you knew. You couldn't find any words to say, you just let the emotions overtake you and it looked like both of you moved at the same time as she jumped into your arms, and you lifted her up.

“Y/N,” Jenna whispered your name, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she wrapped her legs and arms around you. On the other hand you couldn't decide what to do with your own hands, and eventually just wrapped them around her, hoping you could just pull her in as much as physically possible. All of your senses were filled with her, the touch of her hands, the feel of her body pressed against yours, the smell of her perfume and something that was uniquely her, the sound of her soft shuddering breaths. The sight in front of your eyes as you turn your head slightly and just looked at the side of her face, at the way her lips trembled and her eyes remained tightly shut closed. You took it all in, not wanting to miss anything. “This is finally happening,” her voice cracked, and you ran your fingers through her hair.

“I'm right here, Jen, you've got all of me,” you assured her and she pulled her head back slightly, looking you in the eyes and like there was some sort of mutual understanding between you, you just both leaned in. You kissed her lips and if you died at that very moment you would have died happy and satisfied because that must have been what happened, otherwise how else could you explain the heavenly taste of her lips. She was yours, she loved you back, and you couldn't hold anything back, you deepened the kiss, pouring all of your love into it. You stumbled to the other side of the hall and pressed her against the wall, so you could properly touch her. Jenna hummed into the kiss, her fingers digging into your hair, sliding back down to your cheeks, almost frantic in the way she moved. You felt her legs tightening around your waist as she pushed against you harder, and she gasped, biting her lower lip to hold back the sounds she may have been tempted to make.

She looked you in the eyes and kissed you again, as if your lips were the only way she could keep those sounds restrained. You still kept her up with your right hand wrapped around her lower back, all the while your left hand currently caressed her face, your thumb brushing against her neck, up to her jaw and tilting her head slightly so you could kiss her deeper. You could feel her desperately trying to remove any distance between your bodies, rocking slightly against you. Jenna opened her lips and you felt her tongue against your lips and who were you to reject or deny her anything.

The need for air did become too strong and Jenna pulled back gasping for air since you began kissing down her neck needing to feel her. She panted slightly into your ear, and you cursed your lack of control. “Jen, you deserve so much better than this empty hall for our first kiss,” it was too late though, you kissed in front of your apartment, not even being able to wait until you were inside. Sure, the walls were thick, and no one would hear you, but Jenna deserved so much more than this, and that made you finally snap out of your desperation to hold and kiss her enough to turn around, pulling her away from the wall. “Hold on to me,” you said.

“You don't need to tell me twice, I'm not letting you go,” Jenna gasped, and it felt like one of the more difficult things you had to do was to let go of her to pick up her suitcases and just carry them inside your apartment. You didn’t even carry them far, just beyond the doorstep, nothing else matters as long as you could close the doors behind you. “Lock the doors,” Jenna whispered before going for another searing hot kiss as you fumbled with the key to lock the doors. And you remained there, leaning back on the doors as Jenna moved her legs to your sides instead,

“Don't plan on leaving anytime soon, huh?” you said, overcome with happiness as Jenna tilted your chin, making you look at her. And all you could see in her eyes was pure desire and love, and you could see yourself being driven insane by her eyes, by her beautiful, dark brown, expressive eyes, that were right now looking at you like nothing else besides the two of you mattered.

“We have a lot of time to make up for,” she was holding on to you like the very thought of leaving you again physically hurt. “I need you,” she leaned head back, baring her neck to you in complete surrender and all you could feel from her was ‘I'm all yours, do with me whatever you want to do’ as you latched on to her neck, quickly finding the spot that made her moan. You found yourself thinking that if you've never heard another sound aside from whatever sound left Jenna’s lips you wouldn't have been missing out on anything.

Jenna gasped, overcome by emotions neither of you could restrain. You leaned against the doors harder, otherwise your knees would have buckled how much all of this affected you. “Jenna,” you whispered her name, your heart soaring with every sigh of pleasure slipping past her lips.

“I love you,” she whispered and it felt as if all the truths of the world concentrated into those three words she spoke while leaning her forehead against your own.

“I love you too,” you told her and finally found the strength and the clarity of mind to take her into the living room, but the smile on her face told you she didn't quite want to let go of you. Still, you made your way to the sofa and slightly bent down to let Jenna back down. At least that was what you planned, she seemed more than comfortable clinging to you like a koala. “Someone's very comfortable, I see,” you said, unable to suppress the smile on your face as she peppered your face with kisses and you made a mental note to, now that you could actually do it, kiss each and every freckle on her face.

“Mhm, very comfortable. Have I ever told you how much I love how strong you are?” she gripped your biceps and let out a content sigh at the feel of the muscles underneath the fabric of your shirt. “You just drive me wild, if I'm being honest,” that might be something you should keep in the back of your mind for some time later.

“Yeah, you have no right to complain, Jen,” you lowered her onto the sofa, or rather pressed her back against it, while you still carried her in your arms. You looked at her and decided to do exactly what you wanted, you started kissing the adorable and very much inviting freckles on her face.

“Oh my God, you're doing that!” Jenna laughed, but she wasn't backing away, not even a bit. “You're so corny,” she lightly swatted your back, but with the way she turned her head slightly to give you better access to her freckles told you she very much enjoyed it.

“Mhm, and you are irresistibly beautiful,” you missed her so much. You finally had her in your arms, showing her just how much and in what way you loved her. But eventually your phone rang and you noticed you left it at the kitchen table, way too far from where you were right now.

“Your phone,” Jenna reminded you, though she sounded incredibly annoyed by that interruption. Still, she dropped her arms from around you, letting you go, only for you to pull her back against you, showing her that you couldn’t give a damn. And Jenna laughed, that breathy, adorable laugh of hers encouraging you as you returned to kissing her neck, slowly but surely leaving small marks upon her skin.

“Let it ring, I don't give a fuck who it is,” you had something a lot more important than whoever was calling you in front of you. Especially when Jenna moaned a bit louder as you left a nice and rather prominent hickey on the side of her neck. You sure hoped she either brought a scarf or something to cover herself up, or simply didn't intend to leave your apartment anytime soon.

“Good,” she pushed you slightly and you moved according to how she wanted you to as she went and swapped your position and straddled you. She smiled mischievously, and though she didn't go far, she slipped her hands right underneath your shirt feeling your abs. “Fuck,” she hissed, her nails digging lightly into your flesh as she pretty much did the same thing you've been doing to her until now and made it her mission to mark your neck without a care in the world about how visible the hickeys would be. “All mine,” she whispered into your ear, while slowly bringing her hand up, and over your shirt, up your upper body, all the way to your lips and you caught it with your own hand, kissing the tips of her fingers as the two of you just looked into each other's eyes.

Your phone began ringing again, and you still ignored it, lost in her, lost in the feel of her body on top of yours. She slowly brushed her fingers along your arms, kissing you on the lips again. Her tongue slipped right past your lips and met your own, and despite the heat between you the kiss turned slow and sensual. You were sure you would have left a string of saliva between you when you pulled back to breathe in, if only you separated enough for a string to form.

And the kisses kept coming and coming, soaked in desperation and love and longing that was finally over, all the while your phone insistently kept ringing, and before you knew it, you had five missed calls within twenty minutes and your phone was ringing once more.

“OK, now that's just ridiculous. I might as well pick up, or we'll be hearing that for the rest of the day,” and though reluctantly, Jenna agreed with you. She separated from you and sat down on the sofa as you got up and grabbed your phone seeing that it was Tom, your agent. “My agent, I should take this. I’ll make it quick,” you told her and she nodded, understanding how the job was. Besides you just made the man call you for the sixth time so neither of you could really complain much about the brief break in the reunion. “What's up?” you asked as you answered your phone and tried to sound like you weren't just recently flustered and very much affected by what you and Jenna just did.

“What's up?! This is the sixth time I'm calling you! You got the fucking role in that movie you auditioned for, filming is in May. Jesus, I won't even ask what you were doing!” he was actually pissed and all you were thinking about was that this really could have been an e-mail, or at the very least a text message instead of requiring a call.

“OK, OK, thanks for telling me. Have a great day,” you told him and he hung up, angry and annoyed and you caught yourself wondering if you could just hire Barbara as your agent slash stylist slash whatever you needed because as far as the roles went you pretty much dealt with all of that on your own. Tom was just checking the paperwork and negotiating the payment, and knowing Barbara, she would do that a lot better.

You turned your phone off after that, not wanting to get to the repeat of what's been happening in the background of your and Jenna’s make out session. And then you just leaned back against the table, watching Jenna as she was sitting sideways, looking at you all proud and happy and you couldn't help but be drawn to her swollen lips and neck turning red from all the kissing you left on it.

“Got a new role,” she guessed, and you nodded.

“Don't really know too many details right now, but looks like I'll be filming in May,” and the smile on Jenna’s face just became wider at that new information.

“Good, I’m free until May as well,” Jenna got up and joined you, her fingers playing with the waistband of your pants, and actually innocently this time, she was just pulling you a bit closer. “Just means we can properly catch up, spend a month and a half the way we should have a long time ago,” she whispered, and you completely agreed with her as she slipped her thumb under the collar of your shirt and pulled it aside. She kissed your shoulder before her other hand reached up to the back of your head and she pulled you lower, once more letting her lips touch your own. “I could kiss you all day long,” she spoke, her lips mere fragments of an inch away from your own.

“I like the sound of that,” and you truly did, she was mesmerizing. And then a sound neither of you quite expected echoed through the room and you both looked down looking at Jenna’s belly as her stomach growled and she blushed.

“Well, that's an embarrassing way to break the moment,” she looked away from you, more than a little bit embarrassed by what just happened. But her stomach remained merciless, growling and complaining about being empty.

And you, finding all of this adorable and wanting to tease her a bit, went down on one knee and poked her belly. “So, what are you in the mood for, grumpy?” and all you got as a response was Jenna stammering to come up with some answer as her stomach growled again. “Something sweet? Pancakes, crepes? I don't think you can wait for some pastry. Hm? What are you in the mood for?” you finally looking into Jenna’s eyes as you kissed her over her shirt and if anyone ever physically melted into a puddle then it was Jenna after that very moment. She just looked at you, completely speechless. “I can keep doing this until you answer,” you grinned and kept kissing her over the shirt.

“Maybe I want that,” Jenna finally found some words to string together as a proper response, though it wasn't quite what you were looking for. You looked her in the eyes, silently asking for permission as you slowly lifted her shirt up, and when her lips parted and she watched you in anticipation you went and kissed her bare skin. You could see goosebumps on her skin as your fingers brushed along her sides and she clutched your shoulders. “Fuck! Uh, crepes, crepes, I want crepes!” she exclaimed, and you kissed her belly one more time before you got back up.

“Well, that worked,” you teased her slightly as you went to the kitchen to grab everything you needed to make crepes.

“Yeah, well I had to do something before I got hungry for something else,” she said, following you with a chair to sit down in the kitchen while you began mixing the ingredients. You felt the heat crawling up so your cheeks at the implications of her words. “If you kept that up we wouldn't have lasted an hour let alone twelve hours,” you had no idea what twelve hours meant but you certainly understood what Jenna was saying.

And you went and slapped your cheek, because you had a meal to prepare instead of letting your mind wander off to definitely not innocent ideas. At least Jenna laughed at you, adoring the way both of you could affect one another so easily.

~X~

Jenna watched you as you worked, mixing in the ingredients for the crepes, and she couldn't believe she let this distance lasts for so long. She could have had this perhaps even that night in Denver, almost three months ago. Well, better late than never, she supposed. This was all she wanted and needed, and you were giving her all of it, passionate and intense with every display of affection you've shown her today.

And then she noticed some changes in the apartment. You bought a bigger table, one that could fit six people comfortably and maybe even more if needed, and you've added the TV and now the apartment had several shelves with some small figures, or books and movies. It was definitely a lot more personal than it was the last time she came here. “When did all of this happen?” she asked, curious.

“Last week. I was actually quite busy doing all of this,” you told her, and she slowly began piecing the timeline together. Whatever happened while you were filming The Daughter took you out of the stupor you were in, and now all she could feel from this apartment was warmth and welcoming feeling, permeating the air. It finally felt lived in instead of barren and depersonalized. And then something else caught her attention as she saw a couple of photos framed on the wall.

“Can I go and look at them?” she asked and pointed at the photos.

“Of course, Jen, you can do anything,” you said and actually joined her when she reached the wall. So, she fell back against you and instinctively you went and wrapped your arm around her waist, holding her close.

She looked at the first photo and she finally got to see them, even if it was just on a photograph. Your parents were with you, your mother holding you up while your father hugged both of you, you looked like you were maybe five or six years old and you had the toothy grin on your face radiating with so much happiness. It turned out you looked like both of your parents, inheriting the best traits of both of them.

“It was mom's birthday and all she wanted was just to have a nice family dinner, so dad and I went and made it for her. Well, it was really just dad, I was more of a nuisance rather than a helping hand. But I will say that I managed to professionally bring him anything he needed while he was making dinner,” you explained, and more than the story what took Jenna by surprise was the ease with which you talked about your parents. You spoke with fondness, rather than the pain of loss that was there the one and only time she heard you talk about them before.

“Was he a better cook or was it your mom?” she asked, knowing you also learnt to cook from your neighbor, but maybe your parents also had a role in it.

“Dad, absolutely! Mom was focused on work and while she could cook she did it out of necessity, he did it out of passion. Never really got to teach me, he wasn’t the most patient teacher so by the time we got to sometimes cook together I already knew more or less what I was doing,” you laughed at the memory and Jenna wondered which other similarities you picked up from your parents. She would have plenty of time to figure it out, that much she knew.

Her eyes fell on the second photo, you and Barbara, on, from the looks of it, Barbara’s high school prom. She looked stunning, yet what caught Jenna’s attention was the lack of your own outfit appropriate for the occasion.

You noticed her confusion. “Oh yeah, I never got to tell you. Because of what happened to my parents I ended up being absent a lot and had to repeat a grade so I actually graduated the year after Barbara did,” you explained and once again Jenna noticed there was no sorrow in your voice, there was just raw emotion, simple acceptance, and a healthy approach to what you went through.

The third photo she noticed was actually from Logan, you and Hugh in your costumes, with claws on your hands, but very much happy and grinning at the camera, unlike Laura and Logan would.

“You looked so cute when you were filming Logan,” she was still in awe at how well you acted in that movie, and she had to admit she had seen the movie quite a lot of times while she was away from you, trying her best to have at least some semblance of you in her life.

“I'm no longer cute? Is that what you're trying to say?” she was noticing so many differences in you, in the best way possible. You were so much quicker to respond in a light-hearted way, so much warmer and gentler, if that was even possible. And she believed that even before everything happened you were one of the most loving people she got to meet, and now you were just taking up to eleven.

“Not exactly the word I’d use. More like ridiculously hot,” she's muttered, taking the opportunity while you got slightly embarrassed to peck you on the lips.

And the final photo hanging on the wall was actually the two of you, from the last day on the set of Scream. It was the selfie she took, and that was very much a photo she often went back to and was currently her lock screen. And of all the other photos you probably had, this was the one you hung on your wall, the one where you were hugging, side by side and very much looking close.

“I am very much open to adding more photos to any wall you want,” you told her, softly kissing the side of her neck before pulling back slightly. And she could see it in your eyes that you wanted so many photos of the two of you together, and she wanted that just as much as you did.

“With pleasure,” she agreed, capturing your lips once more in a soft, quick kiss.

“Speaking of pleasure,” oh, she was doomed. The way you said that made her knees weak, and got her mind stuck in a gutter. How much more could you affect her when all you had to do to get her worked up was go down to your knees and kiss her stomach. “I should really go and make those crepes,” you were such an asshole for that, you had her worked up and you knew where you were going with that! Jenna stared at you as you pulled away, laughing and going back to the kitchen to make the crepes.

She should have eaten before she came here, she just couldn't. She was that nervous and it turned out she had absolutely nothing to be nervous about.

Half an hour later the two of you were sitting at the table, with enough crepes to fill her up, and for you to grab a snack as well. Jenna went and brought the strawberry jam from the fridge and figured that, along with some chocolate syrup, would be good enough for the filling. But instead of letting her fill her own crepe, you went and did it for her. Placing it on her plate and moving on to the next one. And Jenna just humored you, biting into the soft, sweet crepe and moaning at the wonderful taste of it.

“Oh my God, I missed your cooking so much,” she commented, wiping a bit jam that spilled on to her chin and she saw it caught your eyes and just smiled behind the crepe.

You placed the second one on her plate when she was about halfway done with her current one, and leaned in, stealing a bite of her crepe. “Yeah, tastes good,” you winked at her and what could she even say? How could she react other than just feel herself sinking into the pool of happiness.

There were still some things you needed to talk about, but how could she when she hasn't felt this happy in so long. She was in no rush to break this bubble the two of you formed around each other. She hasn’t seen you in two and a half months, she wanted to make up for that time.

You were done with the quick meal and slipped into a comfortable routine, washing the dishes together and then just going to the living room to watch TV. You turned on some random channel neither of you caring for. It didn’t matter what was on the TV, it was basically a background noise, all she really wanted was to cuddle with you. To just sit next to you and lean her head on you as you hugged her, everything else faded away into the background.

Before she knew it, the hours passed and it was already close to ten at night, and she has been at your apartment for almost 5 hours. The time passed like the blink of an eye, wonderful and filled with occasional kisses and gentle touches from both of you. “You know, we have a month and a half off for ourselves,” she said, finally breaching that subject.

“What do you want to do?” you asked, and she knew the answer, she had no idea.

“I don't care as long as it's with you?” and that was the truth. You could spend the month and a half right here in Denver, only leaving the apartment to get groceries or things like that, and she’d be happy.

“Well now, we can't have that. Don't copy my answer,” you complained as you gently booped her nose for no reason whatsoever. And if you wanted to play that game so could she, as she lightly caught your finger between teeth before letting go, because you just went and pull her into you making her rest most of her upper body on top of you. You even went and slightly ruffled her hair and she just burst out laughing, prompting you to join her as well. For a moment both of you forgot about what you were talking about, having too much fun with each other. Jenna should have guessed you wouldn’t get any proper talking done today, you missed each other too much and you were too excited by being together like this. “Well, that works too, we can always figure it out later. For now, we can just relax.”

And Jenna agreed with that statement completely. There was another thing on her mind though. “I-“ she began, but changed her mind. Your mood was too good to risk ruining it over something that could be addressed later, but you caught it, of course you did, you were sometimes too attentive for her own good.

“Yeah?” you prompted her and when she didn't continue you tilted her head and looked her in the eyes. “Don't hold anything back from me, Love,” you whispered so softly.

“It can wait, it's OK,” Jenna tried to reassure you, only for you to shake your head.

“No time like the present. I can see it's bothering you, and I don't want that to last until the morning,” you caught her, you absolutely caught her.

“I told my parents filming got delayed, we have a week before they expect me to return. After that… I am not sure how to handle this. I mean, do I hide us from them, or should I just tell them?” and you contemplated her words, taking a moment to think things through.

Finally, you spoke up. “I'll support you whatever you choose Jen. if you want to keep us a secret I'll be keeping it with you, and if you want to go and tell them, I'll once again be right there with you. Whenever you struggle, or when something makes you worried, I don't care how difficult it will be to do it, I'll be there for you to make it easier, no matter what,” you said and she just wondered how many times could she fall for you even harder than before. Every time she thought she must have reached her limit, and then she just fell even harder, again and again, knowing she’d keep falling for you for the rest of her life.

“You're incredible,” she made the decision, no matter what the reaction of her parents would be she would not hide you from them. She would hide this from the rest of the world, selfishly keeping you all to herself as much as she could, but she would never deny you to her parents and family. “I'll tell them,” and you nodded completely supporting her in that decision.

And then it happened, a kiss turned into another make-out session and it took you to your bedroom, and it turned out it didn't even take her six hours to end up exactly the way Barbara said she would. There she was, with you, in your bed completely naked, lost in the throes of passion. She completely gave herself to you, giving you everything she had and making love to you.

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honeyxbee · 4 months ago

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Auto Repair Shop

Draken x fem!reader

Day 22 ― Cheirophilia TW: NSFW, cheirophila words: 613

You really should just get a new car.

It's no secret that your current one is a piece of shit ― hell, it's a miracle if it makes it through a month without breaking down on the side of the road or needing some part replaced. Yet, for some reason, you can't bring yourself to trade it in. Maybe it's some strange sense of nostalgia? Or perhaps you've just gotten so used to it that you can't be assed to actually look for a different car.

Either way, you're pretty sure your wallet hates you. It really would be better to just bite the bullet and buy a different car.

But then you wouldn't be able to see your favorite mechanic anymore.

And that in itself is enough to make you quickly wave off the thought.

"You really should just junk it," Draken says bluntly. He doesn't even bother pulling it inside the garage, already having a pretty good idea of what's wrong with it based on how it sounded when you pulled up. He raises the hood, tsking when he sees steam rise in the air. He's quick to wave it away with his hand. "At this point, you've spent more on parts than you did when you bought the damn thing."

"Oh, c'mon, it's not that bad, is it?" you pout, watching him grab a wrench from his toolbox. He raises an eyebrow at your question, shooting you an incredulous look that makes you giggle. Your eyes can't help but linger on how big his hands are, his long slim fingers effortlessly wrapping around the tool. You wonder how they would feel gripping the plump of your thighs, what sensitive areas those fingers could discover while plunged deep inside your gummy walls. Just the thought makes you want to salivate.

"-Anyway, I really would start looking for something different. It looks like it's on its last legs, and I don't want you ending up broken down somewhere on the side of the road with no way home." His words bring you out of your thoughts, and you shoot him a playful smile.

"Aw, are you worried about me?" you tease.

His cheeks tinge the slightest bit pink, though it's quickly hidden as he lets out a small grunt and ducks his head under the hood of your car. "I don't want anyone to end up stranded on the side of the road; it's a pain in the ass," he says. As he focuses on the parts beneath the car hood, your eyes subtly scan over him, taking in the dragon tattoo on the side of his head. You wonder when he got it, what the story behind it is.

Though your eyes quickly return to his hands, the veins visible beneath the skin as he tightens some of the bolts. A part of you is tempted to reach over and trace them, to feel his hands flex beneath your touch. Would his hands be rough from years of manual labor, or are they actually soft? Would they brush over your skin gently while he made love to you, or would they leave behind marks after he fucked you until you couldn't remember your name?

After a moment, he notices you're staring at them, and he glances over with a flash of amusement in his eyes. "Y'know.." he muses after a moment of silence, "..you tend to stare a lot." Your eyes widen slightly at his comment, your face flushing as you begin stammering out excuses. Draken just chuckles lowly, shaking his head and shutting the car hood. He leans closer to you, his warm breath fanning against your skin.

"..It's cute."

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imfinereallyy · 2 years ago

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Bedside Manner

for @acasualcrossfade request for "the infection has spread"

"Some birdie told me that you have been causing a fuss, Wayne, is that true?"

Wayne huffs from his hospital bed, glasses sliding down his nose. He places the newspaper he was reading on the table beside him. "You tell that Robbie of yours to stop exaggerating. It was only a small request."

Steve raises his eyebrows at his favorite patient (Dustin tells him he isn't supposed to have favorites, but he also used to cry anytime he picked up Max before him when they were younger, so what does he know) and gives him a knowing look. "Robin listens to no man, Wayne, you know this. You're better off sending that message through her wife. Besides, small? She was telling me you refused to have any other nurse help you because I wasn't here last night. Which surprised me since you are always pushing me on about taking a vacation. "

Wayne opens his mouth, but Steve presses on. "And the fact Robin was even in the room means they called a psych consult, so I can only imagine how bad it was."

Wayne grumbles like a little kid being scolded for getting his hands caught in the cookie jar. "Yea, well, it was a bad night, kid."

Steve feels his shoulders sag, he takes off his glasses and rubs a hand down his face before placing them back on. "Sorry, Wayne, I had a bad migraine last night. Nance and Robs wouldn't even let me pass the entrance. Bad news?"

"Kid, don't stress yourself out over me. I'm just your patient, and more so, I am just a cranky old man." Wayne patted Steve's knee as he sat down next to him.

"C'mon, Wayne. You're more than that. I'd like to think seeing you in and out of here the last year has made us friends. Although I gotta say, you're the only friend I have that I'll be glad if I don't get to see again, given the circumstances. So, what's the news?"

"The infection has spread."

Steve takes in a deep breath, he tries not to panic, but any infection in a hospital can be deadly, especially for a cancer patient like Wayne. "Incision site?"

Steve must not be as good at hiding his emotions as he used to be because Wayne jumps to ease his worry. "No, kid, don't worry. The surgery was a success. Just got that hospital fever, the good old bronchitis. But it just means I'm here longer than I have to. It also means my nephew is on edge, and I don't know if I can take a second longer of his hovering."

Steve laughed wetly, thankful for the topic change. "Ah yes, the mysterious nephew of yours that I've never met. The way you talk about him almost tempts me into switching to the day shift, sounds like he might be entertaining. But only almost."

"Always wondered why you were always working the nights, most of the others seem to switch. Not a big fan of the day?"

Steve shakes his head gently, "No, I like the quiet here at night. Like getting to know the patients without having to worry about fixing ten million things. Don't get me wrong, it has its downfalls. Like the doctors can be horrible at night, never tell Dr. Wheeler that or Robbie will kill me, and the food is awful. But there is something special about it here at night. So sorry, your ridiculous nephew isn't enough to tempt me."

Wayne smirked, "What if I told you he was a looker and single?"

Steve blushes slightly. He is used to patients trying to pawn him off to their relatives, it came with being a young male nurse, but typically it didn't phase him. But Steve has become close with Wayne, so hearing him suggest he get together with his nephew has him flustered. "I'm good, Wayne, thanks. Gave up on the dating scene a while ago. Not many people can keep up with a guy who works nights and suffers from severe head trauma."

"Shame, Eddie likes the nights too. I'd reckon yal would get along."

"I'm pretty sure we would need more than that, Wayne."

Wayne smiles fondly at Steve. "You don't need a whole lot to build a connection, son. Me and Linda, god rest her soul, only started dating for our mutual love of mugs. And we may not have had long together, but our love was strong. Besides, there is more yal would have in common than just the night shift."

Steve huffs a laugh, "Oh yea, like what?" The least he can do is humor the man.

"Well, you both care about me deeply."

Steve blushes again, "C'mon, Wayne. I'm your nurse. I'm kinda paid to care."

Wayne won't hear any of it, "No, son, it's more than that. You take your break in here every night. You make sure to record the game at home for me because they only have the news here. And last night, you tried to come in with a migraine, even though we both know I am the only patient you can stand right now."

Steve doesn't know what to say back. Wayne is right, of course. Steve has been spending all of his time with the man, giving him extra care. Steve isn't bad with his other patients, he goes above and beyond most of his coworkers, but there is something special about Wayne.

"You got nothing, kid, you know I'm right. Remind me a lot of my nephew. Before visiting hours ended is when I got the news of having to stay longer. Kid almost threw a fit when they kicked him out. Swore he was gonna break in to stay the night with me. I told him not to worry since you would be there, I brag about you too, ya know. When he found out today you weren't here, that boy threw a fit again. Swear he gets his tantrums from his father. Said he was gonna sneak back in tonight. Make sure I had company. That 'the man' couldn't stop him. That if he ran into you, he was gonna have a word with you."

Steve can't help the snort that shakes his body, "I'd like to see him get passed Hop first."

Wayne starts to chuckle, too, "Eds may have had his fair share of escaping the law, but no man moves as fast as Jim in a security uniform."

Steve is fully laughing now, "I know, right? It's like those pants make him aerodynamic or something. No way your nephew is getting by."

It is almost as if Steve's words summon what happens next. There in the doorway is the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, even though he is bent over and out of breath.

"Eds?" Wayne questions, clearly surprised. Steve has to mask his face and quickly before Wayne catches him ogling his nephew. Steve is finding it difficult, though. The man, Eddie, despite his out-of-breath appearance, is stunning. His long curly hair is thrown up in a bun, showing off the piercings up his ears. His clothes are simple but suiting, ripped jeans and a black band tee. Tattoos cover his entire body, and Steve wants to ask about every single one of them.

The most surprising thing about him isn't that he got by Hop (although he has questions for that later), no the most surprising thing to Steve is that Wayne somehow knew his exact type, which most people assume wrong in that department.

Eddie awakens an old craving inside Steve that he thought he had buried long ago.

"Wayne, you would not believe what I just went to get up here. The story I have for you, oh boy. You're gonna love it. Who knew security guards could move that fast. Anyway, I hope that nurse boy of yours is here tonight because I am ready to—" Eddie stops mid-rant when his eyes land on Steve, a lovely blush blossoming across his pale cheeks.

"I believe what you are trying to say is, what was it, Wayne? Oh yea, 'have a word with me,'" Steve laughs softly.

Eddie sputters, "Wayne!?!" His blushing becomes deeper as the seconds pass by.

Wayne just chuckles as Steve stands. "Don't be mad at your Uncle, I think he was just trying to make me feel better. I am sorry I wasn't here last night for the news. Got my head knocked around too much as a kid—" Steve taps his head with his knuckles, "—so I suffer from migraines sometimes. I really did try to come in, but well—you met Jim. He's pretty fast." Steve worries his lip. Eddie's eyes follow.

"Well, I can't be too mad now, can I?" Eddie swallows nervously before a smirk spreads across his face, switching from shy to confident in two seconds flat. Steve shouldn't be turned on by that. "The pretty face helps too. I'm pretty sure you could convince me to give you my kidney right about now. I'm Eddie, which I know you know by now, and you are...?"

Steve puts his hand out for a shake, "Nurse Harrington. But most people call me Steve."

Eddie grabs his hand gently and brings the back of it to his lips. "Stevie, a pleasure, really." A light kiss is placed on Steve's knuckles. Stevie, he thinks. That's a new one. And he isn't mad about it, at all. In fact, the butterflies in his stomach want him to get Eddie to say it again.

Steve catches Wayne's smug face in the corner of his eye as Steve begins to blush again.

"I'm just gonna—I'll be right back." Steve stutters.

"Leaving so soon?" Eddie says disappointed.

Steve has the sudden urge to fix the frown on his face. "No, no! Just, uh, gonna call Jim and tell him not to send out a search party. That it's okay if you stay. I'll keep an eye on you."

Eddie's face breaks out into a brilliant smile, "Really, Stevie? You gonna keep me around?"

Steve's heart skips a beat, "If I can help it."

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