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2023 year in review with hyunjin [itâs a wrap] đ
#hyunjin#skz#stray kids#*with hyune#they are not positioned as they came. i wanted to match him with the hyunpics đ„č#this is not nearly half of the shit they did this year#but a girl can only add so many pics.#2023 marking the year i could actually see u live too.. is crazy itâs so sosososo crazy and it still brings tears to my eyes#waited for it so much and for so long and it blew my expectations away đŁ#i keep being so hooked on u year after year and it hasnât changed at all this year too..#ig im just in this hyunjin shaped ride for life#ilu⊠i wish i could thank you personally for saving me every year đđ« #also happy new year to mutuals and all the other followers đ i love u and i appreciate u all and i hope#all the good an lovely things come#to your way in 2024 đ letâs all assemble in europe when skz comes here heh#<- this is me manifesting.
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top of the morning to ya âïžđ»
#i hope these flowers and a smile brightens your day âșïž#by the way im soooo sorry to anyone whoâs messages I havenât replied to yet!!#im not ignoring them I promise#ya girl just gets a little overwhelmed sometimes#but im still sending you all my love#fun fact I picked these flowers from the ground#they were calling my name#I love spring#canât believe how beautiful our earth is#and pink dresses just make me happy đ
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Hinaichi's Sweet Tooth. âĄ
#I just love the way her duty immediately takes a backseat as soon as sweets r involved (â„ïčâ„)⥠she is so cute.....#so-called âfree thinkersâ when they're offered a yummy treat..#kyuuketsuki sugu shinu#the vampire dies in no time#tvdint#kyuushi#hinaichi#draluc#ronaldo#john#Just the way her FACE LIGHTS UP.....âŁâŁâŁâŁâŁ melts my heart everytime. my Dearest Girl#i simply adore the way her ahoge becomes heart-shaped too .. She's just that delighted. she's so adorable your honor#ok gush over. This blog was in dire need of some Hinaichi Appreciation around here /hj#btw honorable mention: John eating cake..đ„șđ„șđ„șâŁđđđđđ CUTEST EVERâŒïžâŒïž
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AHHHH IT TURNED OUT AMAZINGLY IM OBSESSED EEEE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS SO GOOD GRRRR!!!đđđ i love the little backstory you gave it with them having a lil muggle book clubđ„čand i love the idea of them starting off as polite and dignified victorian girlies in their discussion but by the end they're shouting over each other and getting looks from people to keep it down LMFAOO... their yapping CANNOT be containedđŻââïžđ
MUGGLE BOOK CLUBđ„čđ
Since Clora grew up in a muggle household and Eloise spent 5 years in a muggle finishing school (reading was the only worthwhile partđ€) they bond a lot over muggle literatuređđđ once a month they choose a book (lots of times repeat their favorites) and meet up for a coffee to discuss the book and gossipđđ„čđ
Clora is yapping a lot in the beginning but towards the end Eloise gets worked up too and they enthusiastically yell at each other about different plot pointsđđ
@choccy-milky đđđ
#GIRLFRIENDS#SEBASTIAN WHOMST?#moving my previous yapping to the tags so i dont take away from the art so muchđ€#clora and eloise can bitch about muggle society and how it treats women and their education LMFAOđŁïžđŁïžso many things to yap about#cloras dad would be happy she finally has another GIRL friend whos into literature and stuff BAHHA eloise is welcomed with open arms#UGH I LEGIT WANNA PRINT THIS IT WOULD LOOK SO GOOD PRINTED ON LIKE A CANVAS PRINT#I RLY AM OBSESSED WITH HOW YOU DREW CLORA HERE I CANT STOP STARING AT HER.. MY POOKIE IS SO CUTEEEđđ#AND OFC ELOISE IS ADORABLE TOO UGHHH its too much for 1 pic to contain#everytime i think im done squeeing over it i look at it and go AWWW all over again LOVE LOVE LOVE!!GRRR#ALSO THE MATCHING FITS?? CLORA WITH THE BLUE WITH HINTS OF PINK AND ELOISE WITH THE PINK WITH HINTS OF BLUE BAWWđ#EVERYTHING IS JUST SO GOOD ALL THE ATTENTION TO DETAILS#i just love everything about how you drew clora her hair is so puffy and cute and the way shes leaning forward excitedly#and also the fact that you made a conscious effort to make her cheeks fat??? BAHAHA I LOVE ITđ§đ»ââïžYOURE THE BEST U GET ITđ€đđ#ok im normal again but ILL LOVE THIS FOREVERRRRRR THANK U GIRLLL ARGHHHH#choccyfanart
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idk if youâre taking any requests and if you arenât feel free to ignore this lol
but if you are would you write reader smothering Logan in kisses after she put on red lipstick leaving him covered in red kiss marks (maybe he has somewhere to be so he wipes them off but doesnât realize he missed one till he gets called out on it)
ohh anon I love this!! đđ I canât imagine him being like âalright, alreadyâ but secretly like đ„° on the inside (and ahh the thought of âreluctantlyâ letting you leave a little kiss mark on him when youâre all going out because he heals too fast to leave a hickey!)
â your kiss is on my list
logan howlett x f!reader | 400 words
Heâs good at pretending.
You catch him coming back from work just as youâre heading out. Tucked away in the stairway as you giggle, finding a hidden corner as you press your mouth against his.
No more than a stolen moment. Hands fisted in your jacket as you pepper kisses against his chin, the scruff of his facial hair. The side of his neck, just below the ear.
âCareful, sweetheart,â He coaxes, âYou look gorgeous, donât wanna mess up that lipstick of yours.â
Though he wants nothing more than to pull you closer. To whisk you away back upstairs - but he knows youâve been talking about your night out with the girls all week.
And maybe heâs not ready to share you yet.
When you pull back youâre smiling, âMm, I wouldnât mind that. You coming over tonight?â
His hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing under your lip to fix the slight smear, âWas already planning on it.â
Itâs another minute before youâre through kissing him goodbye. His fingers lingering on his lips, as you disappear down the stairs.
If it was later, he wouldnât mind getting a little marked up. Something that would stay against his skin, lingering until morning. Scattered across his chest, his stomach. A pretty red ring around his-
A sharp breath, as he clears his head. If he doesnât get it together heâll be tempted to go after you, and end your night a little early.
His hand scrubs across his mouth, wiping away the trace of you. The heel of his palm scraping across chin and jaw as he opens the apartment door.
Wadeâs eyes flick his way as he enters, before heâs grinning in a way that makes his scowl deepen. Legs swinging as he jumps off the couch - coming over to brace himself on the counter, while Logan ducks down to peer in the fridge.
âOh my god, you little liar. I knew you were hiding something from me, youâve been way too chipper lately.â His roommate chirps, âWhen you bringing her over?â
âWho?â Logan barks defensively, tugging a beer free.
âOh, I dunno,â Wade drawls - reaching out to poke a spot on his neck, âWhoever gave you that little masterpiece right there.â
Logan smacks his hand away with a growl. Fingers rubbing at his skin, seeing how they come back red. He sighs.
Fuck.
thank you again, anon! đ hope you liked this!
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gold rush | franco colapinto
pairing: brazilian!vet!reader x franco colapinto
summary: you were used to your boyfriendâs flirty personality, but still every now and then you couldnât help getting jealous
fc: beca oliveira
request: here
a/n: i havenât done a written fic in so long please bear with me đ
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friend1 the cutest!
friend2 the way i couldnât be a vet cause i would just be kissing them all the time
yourusername oh donât get it twisted i am kissing them 24/7
bffusername dream job
friend3 how does it feel to live my dream đ
francolapinto los amođ (i love them)
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francolapinto ready for another race week đ€©
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username ugh just look at him!
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username idk how to explain this but he looks like a taylor swift song
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There was no reason to be angry. No real reason, anyway. Deep down in your mind and at the core of your heart, you knew there was no way Franco was seriously flirting with anyone but you. Your heart on the other hand...
This wasn't the first time this had happened. Since joining F1, Franco had become known for his flirtatious personality and undeniable charm; it was part of who he was, and it had never really bothered you beforeâyou knew what he was like. So why were you suddenly so upset after watching that interview everyone was talking about on Twitter?
The answer was so obvious you didnât even want to admit it to yourself, but it was staring you right in the face. The reporter was what bothered you. It wasnât her specifically, of courseâyouâd seen her a few times and knew she was the picture of professionalism, not to mention charming. But she was completely different from you. It was no secret that Franco had always liked blondes.
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Damn. All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place with that single message.
Franco had never really stopped to think about the consequences of his actions. Of course he had seen comments online about his interviews, but he never worried about how his girlfriend might interpret them. He was simply doing his job by giving interviews to journalists. If there was someone his age he could feel relaxed around, he would do soâit was part of his personality. But he would never disrespect his girlfriend by insinuating something more. She was everything to him.
Franco quickly went to Twitter to look up the interview video he had given hours earlier. As he analyzed it, he realized how some of the things he said or the way he expressed himself could come off as insinuations on his part, and he cursed himself internally, imagining his girlfriend watching the same video.
He had to fix this, and fast.
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username THE ABSOLUTE GODDESS
username franco move iâm tryna see y/n
username the hand placement đ„ș
username the power couple they are
username in love with them
yourusername okay i guess i might forgive you just this once đ
francolapinto i love you (only you) â€ïž
#franco colapinto#franco colapinto x reader#franco colapinto one shot#franco colapinto imagine#franco colapinto angst#f1 x reader#f1#formula one#formula one x reader#franco colapinto x y/n#franco colapinto x you#franco colapinto fanfic#fc43#smau#franco colapinto smau#f1 smau#formula 1 smau#social media au#taylor swift#franco colapinto fluff
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found the picture on the right on pinterest and felt like writing a little cute moment for our pornstar!rafe đđ©
Job aside, you and Rafe both loved the camera and capturing every little moment. You were still sore, having just given birth to your second child a couple of days ago. Your baby girl was the perfect addition to you and Rafeâs family. It was hard to believe you both now lived in a home together and shared two children. You both tried to push aside the fact one day you would have to explain to your kids what you did as a career. Right now you both were focused on having a toddler and a newborn.
You brought the camera up to take a picture of you and the sleeping baby girl in your arms. You were wearing next to nothing, but that was the most comfortable. You were exhausted and breastfeeding, not caring what you looked like. You still wanted to capture these precious moments, no matter how tired you were.
âTaking more pictures again?â Rafe's deep voice pulled out of your photography session, your head turning to meet his tall frame that was standing in the bathroom doorway. He was shirtless, toned upper body flexing as he leaned against the frame. âLemme me see her.â He motioned you closer, blue eyes watching as you walked over and slowly handed him the tiny baby.
Rafe was so natural with both of your children, something that took you by surprise as he was so closed off and held a lot of trauma. He vowed to never make his kids feel the same way his dad made him feel. He held the baby girl protectively, unaware you had brought the camera up to take a picture of the heart warming moment in front of you. He was such a good daddy, something you knew he had stressed constantly about during both of your pregnancies.
âLittle manâs knocked out.â He said, referring to your son whom much like Rafe was a handful. He was attached to the both of you, and having a new baby at home was going to be an adjustment. You hummed, setting the camera aside as you followed Rafe back into the master bedroom. The little boy was in fact asleep, his face all Rafeâs as he slept soundly in the king size bed.
It was hard to believe that this was the same man that you never thought would confess his feelings. You climbed in bed carefully, watching as Rafe walked over to his side with the baby still in his muscled arms. âCanât believe I got two kids and shit now.â He said with a laugh, his large palm coming to rest on the baby girlâs back as he looked down the sleeping boy between the two of you.
He once thought that his bleach blonde hair, signature mustache and fucking on camera was the only thing he ever would be good for. Not that the âpussy slayerâ wasnât entirely gone, he couldnât wait until the doctor gave the clear to have sex again. But for the first time in his life he felt truly happy with everything he had. The girl he was crazy in love with and two beautiful kids, something that he never thought he was worth having.
#rafe cameron#pornstar!rafe#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron concepts#outerbanks rafe#rafe outer banks#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey smut#obx#obx smut#outer banks
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Crying đ they both look sooo sweet đđđI made a similar sketch of this scene as well Scream
THE WAY U DRAW EM THO LOOK AT YOU LOOK AT YOUR PIECE OF ART omg I cant
ITS ATREBODA NIGHT FOLKS!!!!!!!! BECAUSE I MISS THEM SO DEARLY AND IM COPING FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO PLAY VALHALLA RAAAAAAAAHGHHHHHHH
anyways that one scene where atreus asked if fireflies were dangerous lmao
#screaming the way you draw these two#IM OBSESSED#LIKE omg look at my kidssss they both look so cute and pretty adorable I wanna cryy#I love the colors tooo#Angrboda looks so sweet man I love her so much MY GIRL#đđđ pleaseeee keep making fanarts I love this artistyle sm#or art in general JUST KEEP DRAWING BRO THIS IS INSANE#rahhhh look at theeemm đ„șđ„șđ„ș#angrboda's hair be looking majestic as always#mannn I LOVE YOUR ATREBODA FANARTS SM IM GIGGLING SM#their lil noses AWWWWWđđđ#I love them sm thank you for this masterpiece as akways đ€đ€#this is what is keeping me alive OMG LOOK AT THEM!!!!!! nawwđđ€đ#atreus#god of war#gow#gow fanart#gowr#atreus fanart#gow ragnorak#god of war ragnarok#gow ragnarok#angrboda#atreboda
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GOOD GIRL || Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: you get caught in the rain on your way to Professor Millerâs house and your lesson gets derailed.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, big age gap (readerâs in her early 20s, Joelâs in his late 40s), insecure reader, soft!Joel, praise, f!oral, unprotected piv, belly bulge, use of a morning after pill, slight Professor kink, power imbalance. Joel can pick up reader, reader has hair. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no physical description.
Word count: 7,9k
A/n: this is for @undercoverpena âs April Showers Challenge. Big thank you to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing. Hope you all will enjoy itđ
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You are rushing along an empty suburban street caught in a warm summer rain. Soaked strands of hair are sticking to your face and you brush them off, feeling your clothes getting wet too. Drops of water are trickling down your naked thighs as your skirt rides up and your shoes squelch with every hurried step.
The rain isnât too heavy and you might have enjoyed it some other time but not now, not when youâre running late for your lesson at Professor Millerâs house. You could have waited it out under a tree but by the look of it, the pouring wonât stop soon.
You didnât want to make Professor Miller wait. He is already doing you a huge favor, tutoring you a few hours a week in preparation for another year at college.
You decided to switch majors and, being a good friend of your mother, Professor Miller agreed to help you so you could catch up on what you had missed and get more confident in the new field.
Frankly you wouldnât be late if you hadnât been running circles in your room, trying to decide what to wear. Of course, you had a crush on Professor Miller. He was handsome, intelligent, nice and much older than you. But youâd never act on it because you couldnât even imagine him looking at you like that. So you werenât choosing anything to attract him that day. All you wanted was to look nice. You always wore formal clothing out of respect for him. One time you put on a band tee and a pair of ripped jeans for your lesson and felt terribly out of place next to the perfect Professor Miller. After that you swore to yourself to look presentable at his lessons.
Youâre looking very far from presentable when Professor Miller opens the door to you now. Yet thereâs not a trace of displeasure in his warm gaze.
âOh, sweetheart, youâre soaked!â he exclaims, eyes widened behind his black-rimmed glasses.
âForgot my umbrella, so sorry,â you mumble, stepping inside. You take off your wet shoes and put on the slippers you always wear in his house. Seeing that youâre dripping water on the floor, you silently curse.
As a striking contrast to you Professor Miller looks impeccable. Beautiful dark curls are combed back, a black sweater over a white dress shirt and black slacks make him look like heâs on a red carpet rather than in a suburban house on a Saturday.
He rushes away, mumbling something about towels, and you peek into the hall mirror to check the damage.
What you see makes you want to jump out of the window - your mascara is running, the hairâs wet and disheveled but what makes your heart drop to your stomach is your white blouse, soaked, stuck to your torso and completely see-through. Your chest is fully exposed except for your white lacy bra which isnât much help either as you can definitely see your nipples.
Your hands dart to cover yourself but you donât want to attract more attention to it, so you try to cross your arms over your breasts as casually as possible.
âHere.â You jerk, hearing Professor Millerâs beautiful voice and take a towel from him with a quiet âthank you.â
âCan I use the bathroom?â You ask, hugging the towel close to your chest.
âOf course, take your time. Join me in the office when youâre ready.â
You love Professor Millerâs guest bathroom. All of his house actually. Itâs always neat and feels warm and cozy. Every piece of furniture seems thought through, the colors are rich but calming and you often find yourself wishing to stay here longer.
You clean your face up and dry yourself as well as you can. Your hair is still damp, but the skirt is not that wet. On the other hand your blouse still makes you wanna cry. At some point you contemplate asking Professor Miller for a spare shirt but this seems very inappropriate.
So you take a deep breath and decide that you can cover your almost exposed breasts with a book or something else.
You walk to the office and hastily join Professor Miller at his desk. A cup of hot tea is waiting for you next to a stack of books.
âTake a seat, sweetheart,â he says, patting the chair next to him and you plop down awkwardly, trying to hide your indecency. âDrink this. Itâll help you to get warm.â His gaze slides over you fast, not sticking to anything in particular, and you ease up a little.
He starts the lesson by checking your homework and explains your mistakes. You nod but hardly listen to him. So close to Professor Miller you feel disappointed in yourself, looking like an idiot who forgets to check the weather before leaving the house.
A light breeze hits your back and you shiver.
âOh, Iâll close the window.â Professor Miller rushes to stand up, but you stop him with a hand on his arm. As if electrified by the feeling of his firm muscles under your touch, you dart your hand back, as your cheeks burn and you say,
âItâs ok. I love the sound of rain.â
âBut you must be cold? Here, take my cardigan.â You object but he doesnât listen, grabbing it off his chair and putting it over your shoulders.
âThank you,â you breathe out, wrapping yourself in it as his scent envelops you. He smells of vanilla and cardamom and you canât help but take a deep breath of him. He smiles, but you donât notice it.
A couple of times during the lesson Professor Miller seems to lose his train of thought and you blame your look for it. He must be thinking that you look like a stray wet dog and your mood gets worse.
When he stands up to get a book from his home library you use the pause to apologize,
âIâm sorry again for looking like this. I should have waited the rain out but I was running late.â
He turns to you, standing at the wall full of books, and shakes his head, a warm smile on his handsome face,
âWhat are you talking about? You look great.â
âEhmâŠI doubt it. I bet Iâve left a puddle in your hall like a wet dog.â
He chuckles, then grabs the necessary book and returns to the desk. He sits down and turns slightly towards you. His knee touches your naked thigh and you press your legs together, feeling the tingling between them. With a new wave of embarrassment overtaking you, you close the cardigan over your chest. He doesnât look down but instead searches for your eyes.
âYou look amazing, sweetheart, you always do. And I donât want you to feel uncomfortable. Itâs just rain.â
The sun peeks through the clouds for a second, and when its golden rays fill the room, you notice how beautifully Professor Millerâs eyes sparkle behind the glasses when the light shines on them. It takes your breath away and you lower your gaze with a smile. His praise makes you feel warm and fuzzy and your heart sings at the sincerity in his voice.
âThank you.â Your quiet words are barely audible because of the sound of the rain outside.
Professor Miller takes a deep sigh. âSometimes when I look at youâŠI wish I was younger.â
Your jaw nearly hits the floor as you look up at him and stumble, âW- what⊠why? Really? Why?â
He chuckles. âYeah, my back wouldnât give me so much grief.â
Youâre nodding with a fake smile, disappointed by his answer. Heâd never look at you this way, in a different way. Heâs perfect and youâre âŠwell, you. He interrupts your self-deprecation saying softly, âSweetheart, you worry too much. You, young people, don't understand how lucky you are. You have the whole life ahead of you, youâre free of regrets, sorrows. And the youth passes so quickly.â
Youâre staring at him now, lips half parted, and then suddenly blurt out, âI am afraid. Almost all the time.â
âOf what? Why?â He asks, looking concerned.
âI donât know. Of⊠everything.â
You turn slightly to him on the chair but quickly avert your gaze and stare back at the open window. The thrumming of the rain outside makes it easier to talk, as if it is accompanying your words.
âIâm afraid of my future. How wonderful it can be or how unhappy I might become. I study hard thinking âŠwishing the result will give me happiness but what if it doesnât. I worry about my future career, but Iâm not even sure I want it. I.. I donât know what I want. I donât know what Iâm doing.â
You feel wetness coating your eyes and glance at him. Heâs looking at you with intent, his brows slightly furrowed in thought.
You sniff, turning back to the desk, and stare at your fingers fumbling with the corner of Professor Millerâs cardigan.
âSweetheart, no one knows what the fuck theyâre doing.â
Your head whips up and you gawk at him with widened eyes. Youâve never heard him swear and never thought you ever would. He smiles, as if finding your reaction amusing.
âI might look all put together but Iâm just like you. Scared, unsure⊠hell, we all are. No matter the age, I doubt it ever goes away,â he says placing his heavy hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, âBut you can try to focus on the present, enjoy the moment, enjoy yourself.â
The sadness in your eyes makes him chuckle bitterly, âMy intent was to help but it seems like Iâve done the opposite.â
âNo, itâs fine. I appreciate you telling me this but I doubt I can do that.â
He watches you for a few moments and suddenly his face lights up and a charming lopsided smile twists his lips. You almost giggle at how mischievous and joyful he looks.
âI know what we should do.â He gets up and offers you his hand.
You look up at him confused but so much joy is radiating from him, you canât say ânoâ. You take his hand and your whole body vibrates with skin on skin contact. Youâre overwhelmed by his and your confession, by the unexpected turn your lesson took, and your heart is fluttering in your chest.
You follow him to the living room, your hand in his, and come up to the French windows which lead to the back yard. He lets go of your hand and you fix his cardigan thatâs slipping off your shoulders.
Professor Miller opens the windows and a flow of humid slightly cold air rushes into the room and you wrap the cardigan tighter around your torso. The rain got heavier and you see little puddles on the patio.
He turns to you and says, louder than usual, so you could hear through the drumming of the shower.
âYou know what I want to do now? What will make me happier?â
He starts walking backwards out to the wet patio and you open your mouth and giggle,
âOh my god, Professor! What are you doing?â
He shoots you a wink and steps under the heavy rain. Then he tilts his head up, closing his eyes and exposing his face to the drops, falling from the sky.
âPlease, come back inside!â You walk up to him, still standing under the cover of the roof. You place your hand on his shoulder and grab him lightly. âCome back inside, youâll get cold. Iâm not sad anymore, I promise.â
Just a few moments under the downpour are enough to drench him and when he looks at you, his glasses are all wet, curls are stuck to his forehead, his sweater is soaked.
âDo you like walking in the rain, sweetheart?â
âWell, sometimes yeah, I guess, butâŠâ
âGreat!â
With that, he grabs your hand on his shoulder and pulls you out onto the wet grass. You gasp, feeling the rain drops on your face and body again, your clothes and slippers getting wet slowly but surely. You try to get back inside but he quickly closes the windows and stands in front of you, not letting you through.
âCome on, sweetheart, enjoy this summer rain with me.â
âI will but maybe inside the house?â you plead, trying to cover your head with your hands.
âAnd where's the fun in that? Câmon,â he returns your pleading gaze with his own, placing his hands on your shoulders, âLetâs enjoy the moment. Do what you want. Donât worry about the future. Live now.â
His hands leave your shoulders and he steps up closer, making you walk further from the cover of his house. Watching him prowl towards you like that, with a charming smile, his hands in the pockets of his slacks, sends a surge of arousal through your core and you feel yourself getting wet not only from the rain. You stop and he does too, an arm length from you.
You two are standing in the middle of the backyard, smiling at each other, while the heavy rain is soaking your clothes, drawing wet paths down your faces.
You follow his lead from a few moments ago, looking up and closing your eyes. You feel the drops caressing your skin, kissing your eyelids, nose, lips and then sliding down your neck. For a moment you let go of your fears and hopes that weigh on you rather than motivate you and just feel, taking a deep breath.
When you open your eyes a few moments later, thereâs something different about the way Professor Miller is looking at you. His cheer is gone and heâs serious again but not in his usual âIâm a professorâ way. His gaze is focused on you, dark eyes tracing your features with quiet hunger.
âWhat would you like to do right now?â He asks you, tilting his head to the side. The answer comes to you like lightning and you act on it immediately.
You take a step, reach up and kiss him. Itâs just a peck but you stay there for a few seconds pressing your wet lips to his.
He breathes in sharply against your mouth and the realization of what youâve just done hits you like a freight train. You part from him and step back, your eyes filled with terror.
Youâre staring at each other for a few long moments, only the sound of rain and your pounding heartbeat breaking the silence. You open your mouth to dump all possible apologies on your tutor but you have no time to do it because in the next moment Professor Miller kisses you.
One hand on your neck, the other on your arm heâs kissing you, keeping you close, but not grabbing you. You can stop it any second. You donât. You revel in the feeling of his lips gently caressing yours. They taste like rain. His thumb is sliding along your jaw and your pussy aches with need. Youâre cold from the rain but burning up inside for him at the same time. A shiver runs through your body and his lips leave yours.
âLetâs go back inside. You are freezing,â he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. You curse your body for interrupting the most beautiful moment of your life but follow him when he takes your hand in his and leads you back into the house.
Youâre dripping on his carpet in the living room until Professor Miller brings towels and you dry yourselves. He takes off his sweater and you swallow loudly when he rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt exposing his big forearms. His tousled wet curls take your breath away. One curl falls on his forehead and your heart hurts from how handsome he looks. He places his glasses on the coffee table and asks you,
âWould you like to change? I can give you my shirt. Or find something of Sarah.â
After discarding his soaked cardigan, you look down and see your sheer wet blouse sticking to your breasts but you donât feel uncomfortable or embarrassed any more. You shake your head, wanting him to see you, all of you. The realization makes you gush and your pussy tingles, making you press your thighs together.
âGod, youâre shivering, you can get sick,â he fusses over you and heâs right, youâre trembling all over, but not only because of the rain-drenched clothes. Your whole world is upside down. You shoved your crush on Professor Miller into the furthest corner of your heart, being scared of it. You were always good at limiting and controlling yourself, at making yourself feel less, not acting on your desires.
Until today.
Shaking legs bring you to the sofa and you sit down. He takes a blanket from the side of it and wraps you in it, rubbing your arms and back over the material, trying to warm you up.
Heâs so close to you. You stare at his wet face, lashes stuck together, lips shining with the rain or your saliva or both.
It feels like a dream that you donât want to end. His hands leave you and you look at each other. His gaze slides down to your lips and your heart flutters. You wonder if you have enough courage to kiss him again.
Suddenly you hear a loud thunder and jump in your seat. You look around and itâs like you finally woke up. Your heart freezes at the thought, âYou kissed Professor Miller! You kissed your fucking tutor! Your momâs friend! Fuck!â
Your head whips back to him. âIâm so sorry,â you mumble, trying not to burst into tears, your throat getting squeezed with embarrassment. âIâŠI donât know why Iâve done it. I must have lost my mind. Iâm sorry. Thank you for taking pity on me, Professor.â
His hand darts to your shoulder but he swiftly puts it away.
âFirst of all, call me Joel, please âŠand what do you mean by pity? I didnât take pity on you. I acted inappropriately but⊠I wish you could see what I see when I look at you.â
You drop your head and murmur under your breath, âA complete mess?â
He sighs and takes your hand in his. His big warm palm engulfs it completely and you look up at him, not being able to contain yourself anymore, as tears well up in your eyes. His voice is warm and soft and so pleasant you wish heâd never stop talking.
âYouâre a wonderful young woman. Intelligent, kind, capable of anything youâll set your mind to. Your future is bright, I'm sure of it.â
You smile and tears roll down your cheeks.
âAnd youâre very beautiful. I hope someone tells you this.â
You sniff, eyes downcast, and shake your head, making your tears fall. Joel gently takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head up so you would look at him. His face is blurry with all the wetness in your eyes. He cups your cheek and brushes a tear away with his thumb.
âWell, then let me do it. Youâre the most beautiful woman I know.â
Your heart stops. At least you think so because what youâre hearing can not be real. You died and went to heaven otherwise itâs unbelievable that Professor Miller⊠Joel is telling you this.
Youâre gawking at him and he chuckles before taking his hand away.
âI love that I can see all your emotions on your face.â
You hastily close your mouth and try to collect yourself while a whirlwind of feelings swirls in your stomach.
âAnd I donât regret kissing you.â
You search his face for a sign of a joke, but find none. He looks and sounds serious and you feel yourself lean closer to him.
âMe neither, Joel,â you whisper, his name sweet on your tongue, and lean forward a little. It takes him a second to meet you halfway and kiss you. He takes the lead and moves his lips slowly and gently against yours but you feel that heâs holding himself down by the way he breathes, the way his lips move faster and with more vigor until he stops himself. You feel hot wrapped in the warm blanket so still glued to him you unwrap yourself and it pools at your feet.
âYouâll get cold,â he mumbles against your lips and you shake your head no, still kissing him. You donât want it to end so you desperately cling to him with only your lips touching.
Another thunder shakes the house and you feel his hand on your naked knee. You part your legs and scoot closer to him and his thumb brushes your inner thigh. Your whole body erupts with chills.
âSweetheart,â he whispers as his lips leave yours, âYour legs are ice cold.â He puts his hands on your arms, âAnd youâre still shivering, poor thing.â
Youâre about to explain that itâs not because of the rain or wet clothes, at least not only. Itâs him, his plush lips on yours, his warm hands gliding over your skin, his eyes looking at you so differently from what youâre used to. All of it makes every cell in your body vibrate, your stomach churn, your core burn with arousal.
But before you can tell him all that, he says something that makes you stop in your tracks, âWould you like to take a bath?â
For the hundredth time today youâre staring at him with your mouth agape.
âH-here? In your house?â you stumble, blinking at him.
âYes. There's a nice tub upstairs in my bedroom.â He hears himself and hastily adds, âItâs not like that. Ehm⊠You can take it and Iâll wait for you here. Iâm afraid youâll get sick because of my carelessness.â
His beautiful brown eyes are pleading you to agree. You donât want to leave him but your sodden cold clothes make the offer of a hot bath sound better with every second.
So you nod and he beams at you. In a second heâs walking upstairs and youâre trailing behind him, your hand in his. He leads you to his bedroom and you quickly look around, seeing that itâs perfect like the rest of his house, simple but cozy. You follow him to the en-suite bathroom and he starts the water. He explains to you how to make it colder and hotter like youâve never seen a bathtub before but you donât get offended or annoyed. Heâs nervous, itâs visible and it makes you jittery too. Suddenly the idea of being alone without him makes you sad and your heart aches.
The tub fills up fast and while heâs telling you about the bath salts and towels you interrupt him,
âCan you stay?â
Now itâs his turn to gawk at you.
âWhenâŠuntil itâs full?â He asks and you shake your head.
âNo, when I take it. Can you stay with me?â
He swallows loudly and takes a step closer to you.
âSweetheart, Iâve crossed so many lines today. Iâm not sure I can cross this one.â
âYou told me to do what I want right? And I want you to stay with me, Joel,â you say louder, trying to feign confidence, before taking a step to him.
âAre you sure?â
You look deep into his eyes, so close that you can see your own reflection in them and reply,
âI'm not sure about anything in my life⊠but I'm sure that I want this,â you say, drawing an invisible line between your hearts with your finger, and add, âReally badly.â
His dark eyes are darting between yours as if heâs looking for a trace of doubt in them. He wonât find any. Heâs reading your features and they probably tell him something because in the next moment he slowly leans to you. The kiss is soft but the more you taste him the more confident you get.
So you press your body to his and he groans when your lower belly touches his bulge. Your heart and pussy flutter when you realize how big and stiff he is. Is it because of you? A part of you canât believe a man like him can be interested in you but his body canât lie.
âSweetheart,â he whispers, pulling away but, in an attempt to interrupt something you donât want to hear, you raise your hands and start unbuttoning your wet blouse.
Joelâs eyes are glued to your fingers, working their way up your top. Soon your belly is revealed, then sternum and your breasts, covered by the bra. You slide the blouse off your body and it pools at your feet.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Joel whispers, as his hand slowly lifts to your breast and he brushes your nipple through the thin lace of the bra with his thumb. Itâs already perked up from all the kissing and the cold and you whimper, your body vibrating with desire at the slightest touch of his big hand.
You get impatient and take your skirt off too. Youâre standing in front of him wearing nothing but a lace white set and Joel growls like a hungry wolf. You bite your lip, hearing the sound of his desire for you.
His gaze slides from your face to your breasts, belly, hips, legs and up to your face again. He seems to make a decision because soon he starts unbuttoning his shirt too.
âIâm going to hell,â he mumbles as the expanse of his chest is revealed to you and you salivate seeing his golden skin, soft belly, happy trail that leads down. Your clit twitches when he unzips his pants.
Soon his clothes join yours on the floor and he places his hands on your waist. You try not to look at the huge tent in his boxers but fail miserably. He smiles and pulls you into his arms and you hug his middle. Heâs big and hot against your cold skin and your whole body erupts in goosebumps.
âStill shivering, poor thing, letâs get you into the hot water,â he whispers and his hands slide to your back. He searches for your eyes and after you look up and nod, he unclasps your bra and takes it off you.
His chest is heaving when his gaze moves down to your naked breasts but he doesnât stop stripping you. With his fingers hooked in your panties, he waits for your permission and then slides them down. They fall on the floor around your feet and you step out of them.
His eyes are completely obsidian now and his hands dart to you but he stops himself.
âCould you help me?â You ask and turn around before offering him your hand. He takes it and you step into the full tub. The water feels scolding hot at first but all your senses are focused on Joel and you lower yourself into the hot water. Sitting in the middle of the tub you look at his bulge, which is at your eye level now.
âJoin me, please,â you plead and he mumbles soft âyeah,â before pulling his boxers down. His cock springs free and your pussy buzzes with anticipation and fear because heâs really big and thick.
Joel gets in the water behind you, his legs bent at the knees by your sides. He puts his hands on your shoulders and pulls you to lie down against his chest.
You rest your back on his warm broad chest and he wraps his arms around your waist. You feel his cock twitch against your lower back and a quiet whimper escapes your lips, âJoel.â
He almost purrs hearing how you said his name. You feel his heart beating hard at your back. His body, so big and strong, envelops you, warms you up better than the hot water around you and you feel like itâs where you belong, in his arms, reveling in his warmth, his softness, ready to give him anything heâd wish for.
The ache in your pussy gets harder to ignore and you squirm between his legs. He takes a sharp breath and bucks his hips against your butt. You feel his lips at your temple as he plants a kiss there.
âYouâre so hot,â he praises you as his hands slide up your body and he cups your breasts. He palms your pebbled nipples and you moan, pressing your thighs together.
Then you tilt your head to the side and back and look up at Joel. His face is twisted in pleasure, eyes blown, and he lowers his head and catches your lips with his. This kiss is different from the ones youâve shared before. Craving, impatience in every stroke of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, and you drown in pleasure of his caress.
Suddenly itâs not enough for the both of you. Without saying a word to each other you sit up and turn around while he helps you shift in the tub with his hands on your waist. Youâre facing him now, standing on your knees, and he takes in your wet naked body before whispering,
âLet me make you feel good, sweetheart.â
You breathe out a soft âokâ and in a second he lifts you up and sets you on the edge of the tub in the corner. You lean your back against the cold tile wall and shiver. Joel notices your reaction and starts pouring the water over you so youâd warm up again.
When you say that youâre not cold, he stands on his knees in front of you, his hands planted on the edge of the tub by your sides. He cages you in between his broad torso and the wall and your pussy pulsates for him.
âCould you spread your legs for me, please?â he says, sitting down on his heels, as his chest is pressed to your knees.
You slowly do what he asked and your pussy blooms for him, folds opening up to his view and Joelâs breath hitches and he llicks his lips at the sight.
âOh, my,â he mumbles and glances up at you, "You have the most gorgeous pussy, sweetheart." That word on his lips sends a fiery wave through every inch of your body and you whimper, when he moves into the space between your legs, spreading your thighs wider with his broad torso.
His plush lips parted, eyes blown and restless, he takes you in - his gaze hastily runs over your face, breast, belly, cunt as if he can't get enough of you. He reaches for your face and kisses you deeply and passionately. His hand brushes against your aching pussy and you moan.
"My sweet girl," he whispers against the corner of your mouth and his soft lips move down to your neck, collar bone, chest. He's swirling his tongue over your nipple, his hand kneading your breast while you are running your fingers through his damp curls.
Soon he gets to your pussy and when his hot lips touch you there you almost come against his mouth.
âYouâre sweet all over, honey,â he mumbles against your twitching clit, hunching down. Then he grabs your ankle in the water and lifts your leg.
âPut your foot on the edge, yeah, like that, good girl.â Youâre completely exposed to him now but your desire shuts all your insecurities and you ache to show him every inch of you without any shame.
Soon youâre moaning and writhing on the edge of the tub as his tongue is dancing over your clit before his lips close around it and he gently sucks on the bud, keeping your folds spread with his thick fingers.
Youâve never felt more euphoric in your life and he approvingly hums against your pussy, when you whisper his name again and again, alternating it with whimpers and soft âyeahâsâ.
âDamn, I can come just from hearing you, honey. What are you doing to me?â He says, looking up at you from between your thighs, eyes glistening. He looks completely pussy-drunk and it must be taking everything from him not to spill his seed into the bath water right now.
You give him a little apologetic smile and he continues pleasuring you. Joelâs caresses are slow and gentle, heâs almost edging you but when you start moving your hips, searching for more friction, he reads your signal immediately.
âNeed more, sweetheart?â
You nod eagerly and with his hands on your inner thighs he starts devouring your pussy, his growls full of lust. The flat of his tongue is rubbing against your clit, then the warm muscle plunges into your crying hole as his nose nudges your clit and soon youâre screaming, shaking with the hardest climax of your life.
Joel laps at your juices, generously dripping into his greedy mouth as youâre digging your fingers into his broad shoulders, clenching around his tongue when he slides it inside you.
âYeah⊠like that. Oh, my good girl,â Joel mumbles, his words muffled by your pussy.
When your climax dissipates, you rest your head back against the wall and he stays between your legs, peppering kisses on your inner thighs. His palms glide up and down your legs as youâre catching your breath.
When you look down, your eyes well up with tears when you see this big, gorgeous, intelligent, hot man on his knees in front of you. A voice inside your head reminds you that heâs much older, your parents will kill you, youâre fucked. But you push all your fears away when he gently helps you get back in the water and sets you on his lap.
Straddling him, you look into his eyes. Youâre feeling a myriad of emotions but the brightest one makes your heart sing - you finally feel like yourself, confident, free, happy.
âThank you,â you whisper with a smile, grateful for the pleasure but also for the self assurance he gave you.
âThank you, sweetheart.â He returns your smile with the warmest grin and pulls you into his embrace before kissing you. His big arms envelop your torso as you melt against his chest.
His cock twitches between your bodies and the fire in your core ignites with a new force.
âI want you inside,â you whisper, nuzzling his neck.
âOh, darling⊠I wish for nothing more but ⊠Iâm afraid to hurt you.â
You sit up straight and drop your gaze into the water. His cock looks painfully hard and huge and you take a sharp breath, imagining it piercing you.
âI wanna try,â you say with confidence.
He searches for any doubt in your eyes again and then nods. Joel helps you to stand on your knees in the bath, holding you steady with his hand on your hip, the other holding his cock at the base.
âStart slowly and if it hurts⊠stop any second, ok?â
You agree, positioning yourself right above his waiting cock and begin lowering your hips.
You feel his hot tip bump into your clit and, feeling a burst of pleasure, you grind against it a few times. You both moan at the sensation and Joel tightens his grip on your body.
His handsome face twisted in pleasure might be the most beautiful thing youâve seen. You donât tear your eyes off him, wishing the image got sealed in your memory forever.
You shift a little, nudge your hole with his fat head and start sinking on his throbbing member.
Heâs big. Really big.
You widen your eyes as his length parts your folds and slides inside you, surprisingly easily thanks to your recent orgasm.
Joel leans back against the tub and watches your pussy swallow him in the water, his brows furrowed, half-lidded eyes set on the place where you two are slowly joining.
You lower yourself further as your walls spread, trying to accommodate his member inside you. It hurts a little but youâre so aroused you hardly notice it.
Joel moans when youâre finally flush with him, his cock filling your wet heat perfectly.
âFuck, ohhh, fuck⊠Iâm sorry for all the cursing, honey, but your pussy feels fucking incredible.â
You smile at the praise and clench around him making him squeeze his eyes shut.
âYouâre not a virgin, are you?â he asks with his eyes still closed.
You shake your head, but hastily add ânoâ, realizing he canât see you.
âIâve had a boyfriend. But he dumped me pretty quickly.â
He looks at you, brows furrowed, as he hears a slight sadness in your voice.
âHis loss, sweetheart,â he says, gently taking your neck between his palms.
His gaze slides down your body to your pussy.
âHnggg, youâre so tight.â
âSorry. â
âWhat? No, itâs .. Gosh, I canât think straight when you âŠlook like this, wrapped around my cock. Iâm in heaven.â
His warm hand rises to your face and he cups your heated cheek. You nuzzle into it smiling against his palm. Then you move your face a little and when you feel his thumb at your lips you part them and take it into your mouth.
His cock throbs deliciously inside you, and he moans as your tongue swirls over his thick finger.
âOh my god, you naughty thing. Youâre going to be the death of me.â
You smile around his finger and roll your hips a little. You both almost scream at the sensation. His thumb slips out of your open mouth as a wave of pleasure rushes through you. You seem to feel his cock everywhere. You canât stop now, not with the way his thick length massages your pussy on the inside, sending bolts of ecstasy through your body.
You start fucking yourself on his stiff cock and you both fill the room with groans and whimpers, adding them to the soft splashing of the tub water.
He tilts his head back and squeezes his eyes shut while you feel another climax building.
âOh, Professor,â you moan and he groans, clenching his teeth,
âDonât.â
âWhat?â You ask and bite your lip, seeing that heâs deep in the pits of lust just like you are.
âBecause I wonât let you stop calling me that,â he groans and your heart sings at the implication of you two doing it again in the future.
Not giving him any respite you breathe out, âIt feels so good, Professor,â and start bouncing on his throbbing cock.
Joel moans but then holds you down.
âBaby, are you on the pill? I canât⊠Iâm gonna come soon.â
âNo,â you reply through panting and he furrows his brows,
âShit⊠not sure I have condoms,â he says, his eyes darting between yours. He clears his throat and adds, âI havenât been with anyone for âŠsome time now.â
You feel like he wants to apologize and you shut him up with a kiss.
âItâs ok. Iâll get Plan B. I wantâŠwant it inside me,â you whisper against his lips and sit up, starting to move again. You roll your hips, feeling your clit rub against his soft belly, and whimpers escape your parted lips again and again.
âFuck, look at you,â he mumbles, watching your body slowly move on him. Heâs almost drooling as his palm slides from your neck to your chest, over the swells of your breasts, brushing against your erect nipples, caressing the soft skin of your belly. He dips his hand in the water and presses it to a lump right over your mound and moans,
âOh, fuck, I can feel my cock right here⊠do you feel me deep, baby? Tell me.â
âYes, Professor,â
âShit, Iâm not gonna last, gonna fill you up.â
Looking down, you see it, the bulge in your belly moving up and down, his cock inside you stretching your skin.
With a loud moan, you clench around him and it sends a chain reaction making your pussy vibrate and contract, as another climax starts shaking your body.
âYeah, baby, just like that⊠squeeze my fat cock, my good fucking girl.â
Not being able to hold any longer, Joel erupts inside your core, jets of cum spurting against your walls. You feel hot from the water and his heated body and now thereâs warmth inside you too, your pussyâs getting filled with him.
Youâre fucking yourself on his exploding cock while heâs sucking on your neck, and then he holds you so tight, it gets difficult to breathe. Every cell in your body is screaming with pleasure and you wish this moment never passed, he was inside you forever, holding you close.
When you both feel your climaxes subside, Joel leans back against the wall and pulls you to lie on his chest. You stay like this for a few minutes, plugged by his cock and full of his seed. You breathe in the scent of his skin, your hands on his chest as he rocks you like a big strong wave, slowly breathing in and out. You feel an immense affection towards him, and your throat gets squeezed with upcoming tears. You try to hide them from him but when you sniff he gently cups your cheek and makes you look at him.
âAre you hurt? Did I hurt you?â he asks, looking you over with worry in his gaze.
âNo, Iâm just⊠Iâm just happy. Iâm sorry.â
You smile at each other until he takes your face in his big hands and plants kisses on your eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, lips. You giggle when his facial hair tickles your delicate skin and he laughs with you.
Your bodies relaxed, hunger satiated, you stay in the bath for a few more minutes while heïżœïżœïżœs pouring water with his hands over your shoulders to keep you warm.
When the temperature lowers, he gets out of the tub and brings you a big fluffy towel while you shamelessly watch him move naked and wet around the bathroom. He helps you to get up and you bite your lip when his cock twitches at the sight of your body on display for him. He clears his throat and starts gently drying your skin. The memory takes you back to him drying you in his living room, before you crossed the line with him and you marvel how much changed between now and then.
You feel happy for the first time in a long time but also scared of what happens next. What if he goes back to being just your tutor, what if he doesnât want to see you at all, what if your parents find out⊠The thoughts rush through your mind and he reads your face again and asks, âWhat is it, sweetheart?â
You shake your head, driving away your fears. Joel wraps you in the towel and you gasp when he lifts you. He laughs, carrying you to his bedroom, and then lowers you gently on the bed.
âGet under the duvet, sweetheart.â
You listen to him and get comfortable in his bed. The sheets smell of him and you canât help but gush again. He brings your clothes and you sit up reaching for them so you could put them on but he stops you.
âStay here. Iâll go get you the pill,â he says and makes you lie back down. After getting dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans, Joel tucks you in and kisses you gently before leaving.
You hear his car drive off and fall into the comfort of his bed. You close your eyes for a second suddenly feeling tired.
You wake up from soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, lips.
âI hate to wake you up, honey, but your parents are worried.â
You sit up rubbing your eyes and holding the duvet over your naked breasts. You see the pill and a glass of water on the nightstand and take it.
âThey called?â You ask, swallowing Plan B.
âYes, I told them you needed to do some extra exercises.â
You giggle but he looks upset. Your fears come back again.
âYou regret it,â you whisper, as your eyes well up with tears.
In a second youâre in his big arms and he whispers against your cheek,
âNever, baby. I donât. But I canât help but feel guilty. I should know better. I feel like Iâm robbing you of your time. You should be someone young, someone who can give you more.â
You search for his eyes and take his face in your hands.
âNo, I donât want anyone else. I want⊠I need you.â
You kiss him and pull him to lie over you on the bed. Youâre making out holding each other close. The rain has stopped and you can hear birds chirping outside through an open window.
âFuck.. I need to go,â you whine, parting from Joel and reaching for your clothes at the foot of the bed.
âLanguage, young lady,â he scolds you with a smirk. You bite your lip and purr with a sultry tone, âSorry, Professor.â
You love how this word makes him shiver with arousal now.
He adjusts himself, cursing under his breath and his dark eyes are watching you while youâre giving him a little show while putting on your clothes - gliding your hands over your body, slowly slipping into your panties and bra. When you slide your arms into your already dry blouse, he gets up to button it up for you. Soon your lips gravitate towards each other and it takes a lot from you to part from him again.
You go downstairs and Joel offers to drive you home but you politely refuse.
âIâll walk. I love the smell of the air after rain,â you smile ready to leave, standing at the door, âbesides someone told me to enjoy myself more so Iâm gonna follow his advice.â
You smile at each other and he gives you a farewell kiss, hugging you, before whispering in your ear, âMy sweet girl. Thank you.â
You look deeply into his eyes and ask,
âSee you on Thursday?â
âYes, but youâre going to study.â Your widened sad eyes make him chuckle as he adds, âAmong other things.â
You beam at him, peck his lips and walk out of the door, feeling wings behind your back.
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sweet girl: power couple
max verstappen x fem!reader
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max and sweet girl just keep on winning and their fans absolutely love it
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maxverstappen1 Your words will live eternally in the mind of the world but you're heart will live eternally beside mine schatje.
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user8 this is the cutest thing i've ever seen
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yourusername max verstappen, champion of the world and champion of my heartđ€
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can i please request lando x single mom!reader smau?
really hope you like it! sorry that the comments are shit, very hard to come up with them. requests are open and always welcome!
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landonorris To my darling Luna, happy 1st birthday! Your giggles and smiles make every day special. I know I may not have been in your life for a very long time, but from the moment you came into my world, you've been loved as my own. Watching you grow this past year has been a blessing beyond words.Youâve brought so much love into my life, and Iâm blessed to be a part of yours for as long as youâll let me. Love you to the moon and back, princess!đ©·đ
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yourusername Lan, Iâm so grateful for you every single day. your love and support have meant everything to us, and seeing the way you step up and care for Luna just melts my heart. Thank you for being an amazing partner and an incredible father figure. Weâre very lucky to have you in our lives. I love you so so so so so muchđ«¶đ»đ
âłlandonorris forever thankful for you and lunađ
user05 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUNA!!!!!!đ„ł
adam_norris_pure_electric grandma and grandpa are wishing baby L a very happy first birthday. We canât wait to see her! liked by author
danielricciardo HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTIE LUNAđ„łđ„łđ„łđ„łđ„ł I CANâT WAIT TO TAKE HER KARTING
user06 awww the caption Iâm gonna sobđ„Čđđ„č
user07 the 4th pictuređ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č
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yourusername Happy 1st Birthday to my beautiful little girl! This past year has been a whirlwind of joy, love, and endless wonder. From your first smile to your first steps, every moment with you has been a precious gift. Watching you grow and discover the world has been the greatest adventure of my life. Your laughter lights up my days and your cuddles make everything better. Iâm so proud of the amazing little person youâre becoming and feel incredibly blessed to be your mom. I love you to the moon and back, my sweet angel.âš
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iamrebeccad auntie becca is going to to spoil her with birthday gifts very soonđ liked by author
carmenmmundt wishing luna the happiest birthday. one year down and so many more to go!đ liked by author
user08 your journey as a mom is so inspiring. happy 1st birthday to your darling girl! sheâs lucky to have such a wonderful mom!
maxverstappen1 happy birthday to baby L. a red bull teddy is on the way to her!đ liked by author and landonorris
riabish a very happy birthday to the youngest quadrant member! liked by author
maxfewtrell happy birthday Luna! Itâs clear sheâs surrounded by so much love and joy. Cheers to the amazing year ahead!đđ liked by author and landonorris
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lando smau where theyre lowkey but heâll find a way to slip small crumbs of her in every post somehow
ââË.â private not secret - ÊÉŽ4 â
âż lando norris x reader
âż a few of the times lando norris managed to sneak his girlfriend into his posts and the time he won his first formula 1 race
á”á”á”Ê°á”ÊłËą âżá”á”á” àšà§ my brain is fried so iâm sorry if this isnât what you wanted đ
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landonorris see you next time china đšđł
hearts4lando bro thought he could slip a flick of y/n and we wouldnât say anything
carlando everyone say thank you for the crumbs
‷ danielricciardo Thank you king! đ€Ž
alexandrasaintmleux Missing my girl đ bring her back to me
‷ landonorris how about no đ
‷ landonorris iâm coming baby - alexâs girl
‷ alexandrasaintmleux Iâll be waiting đ
‷ charles_leclerc So I guess Iâm stuck third wheeling my girlfriend and my girlfriendâs girlfriend when I come back
‷ landonorris always đ - alexâs girl
landolovesyn i love y/n so much đ„č
georgerussell63 Y/n is my idol I wanna be like her when I grow up
‷ landonorris your 5 years older then her??
‷ georgerussell63 Well then I wanna be like her in my next life damn.
‷ landonorris you are my hero george russell youâre such a icon - alexâs girl
‷ charles_leclerc Oh weâre still doing this?
‷ landonorris we never stopped?? đ€Ł - alexâs girl
beloved.hamilton no itâs the fact y/n has her own account but always takes landoâs phone and replies on his account đđđ
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landonorris WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 đ
yn so proud of you đ
‷ landonorris i couldnât have done without you and all you do for me baby â€ïž
oscarpiastri Well done man đđđ
georgerussell63 Congrats mate!!
lando_luvr4 him running to y/n before anyone else got me in tears đ„čđ„č
maxverstappen1 đ„łđ„łđ„ł
carlossainz55 Well deserved â€ïž
mclaren We made it boys! đ§Ąđđ
chilipowder55 i took a nap and got woken up to be told LANDO WON HIS FIRST EVER F1 RACE???
maxfewtrell So proud brother đ§Ą
landowantsrizz ok but what does WWE have to do with this?
landolovesyn YOU DID IT LANDO IM CRYING HAPPY TEARS RN
all4lando i already know what him and y/n are doing tonight đ
lnfour LFGGGGGG
estiebestie everyone shut up iâm so happy right now
charles_leclerc Lando we can be world champion!
team_quadrant *SCREAMING*
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landonorris a night of celebration đ„ł
charles_leclerc âalex wants to know the next time her and y/n can have a sleepoverâ
‷ landonorris itâs like weâre just their side hoes or something đ
‷ alexandrasaintmleux Or something? you are - alexâs girl
‷ landonorris babe come back i miss you where did you two go
‷ alexandrasaintmleux Youâll never find us
‷ charles_leclerc They just took the bowl of pasta and ran đ
pierregasly the clam before the storm
maxfewtrell Come back soon I miss you đ
sharls_lerklerk y/n and alex stealing the pasta and hiding with each other đ
alex_albon it was amazing seeing lando going feral when y/n wouldnât come out of hiding đ
‷ carlossainz55 Truly a sight for sore eyes
georgerussell63 I wish someone was as down bad for me as lando is for y/n
‷ carmenmmundt Girl. Donât even.
danielricciardo Crazy crazy night đ
‷ flowers444yn i need to know what happen now
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landonorris feels good to be back đ€
landolovesyn y/n appearance!! đ„°
landonowins iâm only here for y/n tbh
‷ lilymhe me 2
‷ francisca.cgomes me 3
‷ alexandrasaintmleux Me 4
‷ carmenmmundt Me 5
‷ lilyzneimer Me 6
‷ landonorizz everyone loves y/n
carlando lando nowins & lando norizz are retired. lando norris has won in life.
carlito55sainz if you look very closely you can see me jumping off the balcony đđ
operationsainz55 this love is the typa love you find in movies & books
lewistearmeup the dark aesthetic then the light pictures of y/n đđ„čđ„°đđđ
lovely_leclerc my heart canât take all this love and cuteness anymore stop
ynstan4lyfe awhh so cute iâm sleeping on the highway tonight đ„°đ„°
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á”á”á”Ê°á”ÊłËą âżá”á”á” àšà§ i just took a nap and when i woke up i opened instagram AND THE FIRST POST I SAW WAS LANDOS?? i had to finish this and him winning was my motivation đ
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girl if you write lando x assistant!yn, i think i'll ascend. oscaryn was already so good, but lando? would love that sm đ€ have a great day queen!! đ
authorâs note: iâve honestly been meaning to write this for so long! so here is some landoyn that doesnât have lando being a loser. this is a part of my dream girl series <3
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yourusername: is this what the kiddos call a photo dump?
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user1: ainât this landoâs gf??? no way he bagged a baddie đ
-> user2: heâs paying her atp đ
landonorris: just died btw
-> landonorris: but your beauty brought me back to life đ
-> yourusername: ur so lame
-> yourusername: i want u đ
user10: hottest wag on the grid
hater1: yn dating one driver and working for another. what a slut.
-> user11: and sheâs way more relevant and sexy than youâll ever be!!! stay mad bitch !!!! đč
user9: the sky is blue, grass is green and no matter when yn posts, within five minutes lando has liked, reposted and commented seven times.
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user3: i need you omg. the first pic???
-> user4: SHE GET MONEY⊠HER BODY TEAâŠ
lilymhe: my girlfriend is so gorgeous đ©đ»ââ€ïžâđâđ©đŸ
-> yourusername: no my girlfriend is MORE gorgeous đ©đŸââ€ïžâđâđ©đ»
-> landonorris: do you see this shit?? alex_albon
-> alex_albon: you just gotta let it happen mate
user7: yn will you marry me???
-> landonorris: NO đ€©
landonorris: do you have a boyfriend?
-> yourusername: yes i do :D
-> landonorris: can he fight đĄ
-> yourusername: no x
-> landonorris: babeeee đđ
lewishamilton: did you know that lando spamming your comments is a form of harassment? iâll cover any legal fees necessary for you. đ±
-> maxverstappen1: iâll pay half.
-> oscarpiastri: let me know if you need anything else yourusername đđ»
-> landonorris: jealousy is a disease of the heart. get well soon xoxo
roscoelovescoco: whereâs myâs pictureâs? đą
-> yourusername: I CANT BELIEVE I UPSET YOU IM SO SORRY MY BABY đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș I LOVE YOU.
-> yourusername: RUNNING OVER WITH TREATS RN!!!
landonorris: where is my pic creds for the last picture. want everyone to know youâre taken.
-> yourusername: sorry baby đđ
-> landonorris: ITS TOTALLY COOL TOTALLY OKAY I LOVE YOU MY ANGEL COOKIE FACE HONEY â€ïžđ
landonorris: need you so bad đ
landonorris: can i get ur number đ
landonorris: can i slide in those dms queen đ
-> user8: BRO U ALREADY BAGGED HER đ
landonorris: thats MY girlfriend by the way stay mad everyone xxx
alexandrasaintmleux: double date soon? đ„°
-> yourusername: yes đ me and you can go out and weâll leave lando and charles at home.
-> charles_leclerc: but then whoâll pay?
-> yourusername: good point⊠leave your credit cards with us and weâll bring you back the leftovers x
-> landonorris: my gf is so generous đđ„°
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landonorris: bae when are you coming home. our five kids are waiting for you xxx
-> user5: FIVE KIDS??? GET OFF HER đđ
-> yourusername: IM NOT A MUM YET PLEASE đ
-> yourusername: heâs talking about my cats <3
-> landonorris: i want your cat
-> yourusername: OI BEHAVE đ my boss can see this.
-> lewishamilton: unfortunately that is true, yourusername. thankfully jude is still single, for when you realise youâve made a mistake đđ±
-> user6: HELP đđđđđ
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Hey I want to ask if you could do seventeen talking during sex like not during an orgams but just like you know sex please and thank you đ
how seventeen talks to you during sex
seungcheol is not much of a taaalker during sex, but when he does speak... is all about control, he wants you to be following every single orders he asks. âstay still,â his grip on your thighs firm. âi want to feel every. inch. of. you.â or... âmove your hips, just like that,â âgood girl, keep going.â likes the way you are completely under his control, craving his approval.
jeonghanâs method of torment is different; he loves seeing you struggle. âdo you like that? can you tell me how it feels?â his questions come between thrusts, making it hard for you to form coherent answers. your stuttered responses amuse him
joshua is gentle, almost reverent in the way he touches you. heâs not one for dirty talk, but his coos and murmurs are just as effective. âyouâre so beautiful,â but when heâs mad, the filthy words spill from his lips. âyou think you can just tease me like that? take this, you little slutâ his words are rare but works everytime.
junhui doesnât mean to dirty talk; it just slips out. âgod, youâre so tightâ he moans, his hands gripping your hips. âfeels so fucking good.â his words are natural and unfiltered, an honest expression of how good you make him feel.
hoshi canât keep his mouth shut, narrating every sensation, every reaction. âgod, youâre squeezing me so tight. love how you feel around me.â his words are a constant stream, making you blush and squirm.
wonwooâs quiet exterior hides a filthy mouth. âyou like being fucked like this, donât you? such a dumb little slut for me.â his harsh words contrasting with the tenderness in his eyes, making you feel cherished even as he reduces you to a whimpering mess.
jihoon is typically quiet, but his words are clear. âkeep your legs spread,â he instructs âdonât move or Iâll stop.â but when heâs feeling more romantic, his tone softens. âi love you,â he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours as he moves within you.
minghao has become surprisingly vocal, his initial reluctance giving way to a newfound enthusiasm. âso tight around me. fuck, keep clenching like that.â his words make you clench tigther around him, a reaction heâs learned to love, encouraging him to keep talking.
mingyu canât stop moaning and whimpering, his rambling almost constant. âoh god, oh god, you feel so good. canât stop, canât think.â his voice is breathless, his words barely coherent, but the reason behind them makes you feel powerful, knowing youâre the one making him lose control.
seokmin balances sweetness with nasty. âuâre the love of my life,â he says, before his tone shifts. ânow take mâcock like the dirty little slut you are.â his dual nature keeps you on your toes
seungkwanâs sassiness comes through in his teasing. âdo you like that? answer me.â his questions are a challenge, and when you canât answer, he laughs softly. âcome on, tell me how much you love it.â he knows you canât form coherent words, and he loves every second of it. âiâll take that moan as a yes.â
vernon likes to hear you talk, his questions designed to hear you yapping ab how good it feels. âdoes that feel good?â âtell me, baby. let me hear you. i dare you.â his low, steady voice encourages you to speak, even as the pleasure makes it difficult. he relishes every stuttered word because he needs to hear your struggling to answer him, each broken word turning him on more.
chanâs thoughts spill out uncontrollably. âfuck, youâre so wet,â he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. âgod, i love fucking you. you feel so fucking goodâ his words are bare and sincere, no filter between his thoughts and his voice. his lack of filter even shocked you at first.
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hi babe iâm here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but heâs still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex đ« đ«
play pretend.
ln x fem!reader
in which itâs time to stop pretendingâŠ
just a little blurb to sayâŠ. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot đđ lemme know what yâall think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (itâs exam szn ew)
songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls
warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (donât be sillyâŠ)
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cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.
heâs still here.
you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes itâs because of work, sometimes itâs because youâd promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how youâre such good friends.
but heâs there. and heâs looking at you.
âhi.â he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.
âhey.â you mumble, leaning in closer to him.
he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. heâs a human heater, and youâre cold, thatâs the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.
âyouâre still here.â you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you donât actually want him to hear you.
âcouldnât leave you.â he mutters quietly.
you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.
âwhy?â
âi hate leaving after.â
the âafterâ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. heâs eyeing up your lips and youâre returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.
this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, heâs gone.
âfor the record, i hate it when you go.â you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. youâre anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.
âmaybe i should stop going then, hm?â two of landoâs fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.
âyeah.â you breathe.
itâs like heâs tugged an invisible string, and youâre melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, itâs rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.
âwant you. now.â you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.
âi always want you, drives me crazy.â lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.
lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. youâre both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. youâre slick for him already, can feel the way itâs painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.
âtake me then.â you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.
lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like youâre nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where youâre aching for him.
âcanât keep pretending.â lando whispers against the shell of your ear.
he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.
âthen letâs not pretend anymore.â you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.
âyeah, baby? wanna be all mine?â he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.
âalready am, all yours.â you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.
âgood girl.â lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.
as if heâs rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. youâre soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.
âso close.â you sound like youâre begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.
âgotta say please.â he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.
âplease, lando.â you writhe, canting your hips back against him.
âsound so pretty for me.â he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.
his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.
âcum with me.â you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where youâd be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.
âlet me see those eyes.â he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.
your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. itâs all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.
âgod.â you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.
âi never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning iâd get.â lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.
ânot letting you leave from now on.â you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.
âyou couldnât get rid of me if you tried.â
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â double the pleasure, triple the fun
[part iii of come on and show me | masterlist]
logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson
rated e - 5.6k
tags: MMF threesome, mutual pining/crushes all around, dirty talk, poly relationship, multi-tasking, the world's worst romantic porposition, oral sex, vaginal fingering, ass play (fingering & rimming), double penetration, creampies, fluff and feelings
a/n: massive thank you to the wonderfully talented @avocado-writing, who kindly beta'd this for me! đ
âAre you asking me out?â It comes slowly, in a rough rasp.Â
Itâs you that turns then, your eyes finding his. Your smile is sweet - a swirling heat of hope in your belly, âDepends on your answer.â
Thereâs something dark in his eyes. A curl of his lips, as his head dips. A kiss pressed against your spine, then lower.Â
âCome on Wilson.â Logan husks, âLetâs get our girl ready.â
(Or, your two becomes three.)
âGod, I want him to put a baby in me.â
Wadeâs sigh rumbles beneath your ear, where your head cradles against his chest.Â
Legs entwined as you stretch out together on the couch - a late-night wind-down after your boyfriend spent the evening picking out his To-Do List at Sister Margaret's.
To kill. Not fuck, apparently. Something he was quick to clarify.
âWhat are you watching?â Your eyes pull away from your own phone - seventeen chapters into an enemies-to-lovers slow burn you havenât been able to put down all evening.Â
A little stretch, as your head tilts to face him - knuckles propped under your chin, âThat video has been looping for like, ten minutes.â
âAnd yet, still not long enough,â He sighs, flashing the screen at you, âSir Mix-a-Lot, you never miss.â
The video flickers, a quick and skillful transition of clips - your eyes squinting at the screen from your angle.
âIs that... Logan?â
âClose, baby girl.â His finger boops against your nose, âHuge Ackman.â
Thereâs a little shake of your head, as your shoulder lifts, âI donât know who that is.â
âAnd thank god,â He grins, letting the phone drop onto the cushions. A shift, as his hands dips against the small of your back, âIf you did, you would divorce me so fast-â
Your eyes roll, as you bite back a grin, âI wouldnât.â
âDefinitely, maybe.â
Wade grunts as you push yourself with a huff - head dipping to press your lips against his. A low swirl in your belly, as his eyes go soft and his smile goes dopey.Â
âI love you, Wade Winston Wilson,â You grin back, âNew fake boyfriends and all, apparently.â
He hums, head tilting.
âAnd what about not-so-fake boyfriends?â
Your brow furrows.
âYou are talking about Logan now, right?â
Wadeâs knuckles brush your cheek, the humor in his eyes turning searching, âWhat do you think?â
And what a question it is.Â
Youâve talked about it often. The occasional partner had cycled in for a night or two, but there had never been someone that struck you both like Logan had, arriving in your lives like a storm of thunder and lightning.
And you canât deny that thereâs feelings. Obvious ones, apparently, with how you acted in the past. Wade was still teasing you about your jealousy - you never had a handle on that emotion in the way he did.Â
That innate knowledge of how he felt about someone, trusted them. Flirting was easy, but youâve seen the way he looks at Logan, too.
It was different. Special.
âTwo musketeers becoming the full set,â He holds his fingers up in front of you, two and then three, âOnly unlike them, weâre fucking.â
You let out a sound of dissent, with the lift of a shoulder.Â
âOh, worm?â His brow raises, âGuess Disney wasnât ready for that, either. Dibs on the religious one, then. I am a man of the cloth.â
âItâs a bad analogy, thereâs four of them.â
He chuckles indulgently, âOkay, now I think youâre making things up-â
Now itâs your hand reaching, a finger tapping against his lips.
âIâd like that. I think Logan being our⊠boyfriend-â The word sends a rush of heat to your face as you stutter over it, Wadeâs eyes gleaming.
âOh my god, you are so fucking cute.â He crows, âWeâve fucked nasty-style and you canât even say boyfriend-â
Your face buried in his chest, his name a muffled whine. A beat as the laughter still rumbles in his chest, before you peek at him.
âDo you think he wants that, too?â
âOh, absolutely.â Wade hums, âThat man is at least a 6 on the Yearning Richter scale. Felt by all, many frightened.â
You brighten at that prospect - your brain is already slipping ahead, âDo you think we should like, plan something? Ask him together?â
âOh, donât worry, gorgeous.â Wade grins.
âIâll handle it.â
It's strange, seeing Logan in your space.
A good strange. A strange that feels nice - the subtle sweep of his eyes, as he takes in your apartment. The bag slung over his shoulder already tucked in your room, set on the ottoman at the foot of your bed.
He fits in, you think. Tucked into your couch as you put the finishing touches on dinner. Too used to being in their shared space at Wadeâs. Of stolen moments when Althea was out. Hushed moments when she was home, muffled moans and bitten-back sighs. Â
It will be nice to be able to take your time.Â
They had arrived together, and there had been a certain thrill to that, too.Â
Wade's knock that mimics the opening beats of "Smooth", before the door burst open. Funny to think about them crammed in a car together - they took Althea's, Wade tells you, when you later asked if they'd walked.
How he was already turning to you to referee, as you tip your head to kiss his cheek.Â
"All I'm asking is if we're both sheathing our swords in the same scabbard, then why is he getting his panties in a twist about me putting my clothes in his bag?"
"Ignore him, sweetheart," Logan softens, leaning into the matching kiss you press against his jaw, "Been doing that for the last two months. It's good to see you."
And it is. Good to see both of them, something warm glowing bright in your chest.
The round table that always felt a little big for two feels perfect now - tucking between each other as dinner passes in a warm jumble of savory aromas and comfortable conversation.Â
Smiling at the way they're both as engaged with your stories about your day, as you are about the work they've been doing together.
"-absolutely vaporized. It was disgusting, babe." Wade grimaces, "I was fine of course. Red, and all. But Lo here, eeugh. Still scrubbing the blood out of the nooks and crannies."
Logan makes a grunt of acknowledgement, "Had worse."
"Worse? Worse than getting gut-mist blasted across your chest?"
"I'll help, if you want." You offer, "Haven't seen your new suit yet."
At Wade's request, you try to keep out of his business - other than the stories he shares, the occasional repairs of his suit. Doesn't want his life mixing, not after what's happened in the past.Â
Dutiful boyfriend by day, mercenary by night. And also sometimes, by day. Evenings, weekends.
Itâs an unsteady schedule, but it's one you've grown accustomed to. Maybe thatâs what helps make this easy, the way youâve already adjusted to mutant-regenerative-boyfriend-life.Â
But it doesn't mean you're not curious. That you don't appreciate certain aspects - especially when they come in tightly wrapped in leather and lycra.Â
And when you eventually rise to collect dishes, it's Logan that beats you to it. A finger sternly pointed towards the couch, Wade's hand at your back - already guiding you towards it, as you protest.
"Least we can do, sweetheart," Logan smiles, "Can't remember the last time I had a meal this good."
"Excuse me," Wade gasps, as he slips on elbow-length mis-matched gloves,"Did my midnight toaster strudels mean nothing to you?"
It's your turn now, to sit on the couch. To watch, as Wade supervises. The quiet talk that swiftly turns to bickering. A yelp and a splash of hot water, before he's retreating.
Sinking down on the seat next to you, as your thoughts swirl. Soft memories of past shared evenings, and the planting of something that youâll tend to carefully, hoping it will flourish.Â
"You're looking at him like he's got balls on his neck," Wadeâs arm slings around your shoulders, tone knowing, "Got something on your mind, gorgeous?"
Your nose wrinkles at the visual, but then you turn thoughtful.
"Just like seeing both of you here." Your smile is soft, "It feels right, you know?"
He hums in agreement, and you glance his way, "Do you feel that way too?"
"Feels as right as Ryan Reynolds playing me in my upcoming biopic."
That has you cocking an eyebrow - whatever reference he's making flying over your head, "And that's... good?"
"Yeah, baby." He grins.
"Really fucking good."Â
The hunger follows you into the bedroom, after. Your question about dessert gets swiftly turned around on you - hands catching at your waist.Â
Threats and promises to devour you instead - that the ice cream you bought can wait - as lips press against yours. Another mouth at your neck, in your slow and often-interrupted journey to the bedroom.Â
Ganging up on you again, almost as if it were planned.Â
And youâre not sure if it was, or whether theyâve unconsciously become more in-sync, between their hours together at the apartment and in their work.Â
More alike than they are different, at their core - something youâre not sure youâd be able to convince them of, even though you see it.
Itâs sweetly familiar, when you finally fall into bed together. Clothes already stripped off, a messy pile mixing together against the woven floral rug as you fit together.Â
Spit pools on Loganâs tongue, as he sucks on his teeth. A low tilt of his head before his lips are parting, letting it drop where he has your thighs nudged apart, belly pressed down against the bed.
Warm, where it hits the cleft of your ass. His hand follows - a broad palm curving against soft skin, tugging you open.Â
âWhat do I have to do to let me have you here?â Loganâs thumb smears his spit against the tight ring, voice low and honey-smooth.Â
It makes you jolt, a soft sound pulling from your throat. Squirming, as his thumb comes back - rolling the pad against you.Â
âShe, shit-â Wade groans, as your mouth leaves his cock - the tip glistening as it drops against his belly, âOnly lets people sheâs dating fuck her ass.â
âWade!â You whine, as your thighs try to close - Loganâs spreading to keep you open.Â
A low rasp of a laugh, âIs that right?â
âNot me though. If youâre curious.â Wade hums, his arm still slung under the pillow, âSometimes even a first date is too slow.â
Dark eyes drag up, to the shift of hips. Over the leaking cock, lying flushed and hard against Wadeâs belly - something like hunger in the slow sweep up to the pulled-wide grin.
âThis is you handling it?â You hiss.
âYouâre acting like the man invented the elevator.â Wade shrugs - shifting to push himself up on an elbow, âTrust me, there is nothing more romantic than a âwhat are weâ conversation slipped into a discussion about double penetration. Weâre multi-tasking, gorgeous.â
Some of the tension eases, with the way he smiles at you. Thereâs not an ounce of worry in his expression, only the dark shadow of desire, highlighted with humor.Â
Waiting until you smile back, before he fixes Logan with a pointed look.Â
âLook. Iâm gonna level with you,â He sighs, as if divulging something imperative, âUntil youâre ready to commit to being Mr. Y/L/N, then fifth base is just gonna be out of the question.â
Thereâs the shake of a head, a low huff behind you. The slight stroke of fingers against your skin.
âAre you asking me out?â It comes slowly, in a rough rasp. As if putting pieces together.Â
Itâs you that turns then, your eyes finding his. Your smile is sweet - a swirling heat of hope in your belly, âDepends on your answer.â
Thereâs something dark in his eyes. A curl of his lips, as his head dips.
A kiss pressed against your spine, then lower.Â
âCome on Wilson.â He husks, âLetâs get our girl ready.â
A moan rips from you. First, from his words - the jolting butterflies in your belly, a pooling warmth. The sound lengthening, as his tongue flattens where his fingers had teased. Your back arches as Wade pumps his fist, before throwing a filthy âI-Told-You-Soâ smirk your way.
It glances off you. Your fingers curled in the sheets, as Logan shoulders your thighs further apart. A wet swipe that travels from your cunt to your hole, smearing your slick and his spit against your skin.Â
A finger nudging against you, as Wade leans - hand fumbling for the handle of the bedside table.Â
âYou think you can take both of us?â Logan purrs, as he carefully works you open. A fingertip sinking inside you, as you whine.Â
âWhat, you think we were joking about role-playing?â Wade scoffs,âWhy did you think all the dinner knives were missing? Lost âem all beneath the bed.â
Thereâs a shuffle, as he works himself further beneath you. A bottle of lube dropped on the bedspread, as his fingers reach - petting against your clit.
âTried two before, didnât we gorgeous? Me and the Pulverine, as we call him.â Wade coos, âNot as big as you, of course. But definitely a lot more sparkly.âÂ
âToyâs not the same thing,â Logan hums, as you clench around him. Sinking deeper, slowly pumping, ââs gonna be a tight fit, baby.â
The sensations are already overwhelming. Wadeâs fingers slipping down - fitting one, and then two fingers inside your slick pussy. His thumb nudging against your clit, teasing.
Loganâs weight against you, shifting as his hips grind into the mattress. The messy swirl of his tongue, more spit added to the mess. His thick finger already feels like a lot, pressed down to the knuckle. Slow in the way he works you open, the hot embers in your belly roaring brighter.
âI want it.â You moan, âWant both of you.âÂ
Wanted it for a while now. Wondered if theyâd take you like this. If youâd be able to take them, stuffed so full you could barely draw breath. Wanting to know what it feels like to come, with both of them pressed to the hilt inside you.Â
Words fail you, soon after. Thereâs the cold smear of lube against your skin, a second finger notched. Your cry muffled with the press of Wadeâs lips, tilting your face to his as their fingers find their rhythm together.
That steady swirl against your clit. How youâre clenching around them, your arousal slick on Wadeâs palm. The sharp rhythmic slap ringing through your ears as you pant into his mouth. Loganâs teeth against the soft curve of your ass, a muffled groan as he fits a second inside you.Â
Itâs a mimicry of later, but itâs enough. Something bright burning in your belly, fueled by their desire. Hot breath against your skin, Wadeâs cock grinding into your hip.Â
âCome on, gorgeous.â He murmurs against you, âLet me feel you come with his fingers buried in your ass.â
You choke on your moan. Hips shifting, pushing one deeper and then the other as you chase the building high. The sharp stretch long spooling into pleasure, twisting around your guts, shimmering.Â
ââm gonna-â Itâs breathed out, your eyes screwing shut. Focused on the countdown thatâs begun inside you, swiftly approaching with each crook of their fingers, âFuck, Iâm-â
Logan shifts, his breath ghosting against your spine, âCome for us, sweetheart.â
For us.Â
Your face buries against Wadeâs shoulder, as they bring you over the edge together. Working in tandem to take you apart, and they havenât even really begun - fingers crooking and curling as a bright pleasure blooms in your belly.Â
Wade had been right - itâs not the first time youâve been full like this. But Logan was right, too. Itâs different - the way you can feel them move together, as you whine. The orgasm ripples through you, the sensations drawing out as kisses are dropped between your shoulder blades.Â
Soft crooning in your ear, but itâs all muted - barely aware of the palms that run across your skin. The press of mouths against your heated skin - until the pulses in your core fades, the room coming back into focus.Â
They slip from you - first Wade, and then Logan. Youâve felt empty before but never like this, already missing the weight inside you. Craving more.
Thereâs a shift on the bed, Logan shouldering himself next to Wade, who youâre still stretched out on.Â
âCâmere, baby. Fuck, need to feel you.â
Hand at your hips, coaxing you up. Encouraging you to straddle his thighs, but then Wade is tsking - reaching for you, trying to turn you around.
âAnnnd I just gave myself a promotion to Director,â He adds with a long-suffering sigh, âWhen you want something done right, gotta do it yourself.â
Logan growls, as your weight leaves him, âThe fuck you talking about?â
Wadeâs brow arches, âThe fuck Iâm talking about is you doing this all wrong, peanut. When was the last time you partook in the devilâs threeway? Was it this century, at least?â
Hand gentle as he guides you to face away from Logan, your ass settling against the cradle of his hips.
âThere you go,â He coos, âHow am I going to give your pretty little kitty the attention she deserves if you have her all hidden away?â
Loganâs hard cock nestles against your belly, as your knees press into the mattress. Breath hitching as you gauge the size of him again. Hoping that the prep he did was enough - the soft buzz beneath your skin certainly has you feeling more than ready.
Slicking your fingers with more lube before they wrap around his shaft - a rough hiss sliding from his throat as they circle around, squeezing. Smearing it against swollen flesh, thumbing over the leaking head as you line yourself up.Â
Wade shifting to watch, his head tilted against Loganâs shoulder, his fist already wrapped around his cock as you start to slowly sink down.Â
âSit on it, sweetheart, there you go.â Logan growls, as he breaches you.Â
A sharp, inhaled breath as the tip sinks inside you. The building pressure and then the give - as you try not to clench down.
Pulling a rough sound from him. Fingers twitching at your hips - set on only steadying you. A rough edge creeping into his soft encouragement, âNice and easy, baby.â
Another inch, but it feels like double. Sweat beading along the nape of your neck, as you stretch around him.
âDoing so good,â He rasps, âTake it slow.â
âTaking it like a fucking champ, baby.â Wade interjects, âCouldnât have done it better myself, and Levy knows how often I thought about it.â
Your nails bite into his thighs, but it only makes his hips flex. Twin moans when it nudges him the rest of the way - your breath stolen when heâs seated flush inside you.
Not that different than when Wadeâs fucked you, even with the length heâs got on Logan. But itâs the girth that has your lips parting - a ragged moan with the experimental roll of your hips.
âPretty fucking sight.â Logan groans, through gritted teeth. Palms slipping around, gently tugging you back towards his chest.
His growl low in your ear, as his hips lift in an experiment thrust.
âGonna stuff you full, gonna let us do the work.â He husks, a hissed breath when you clench around him. âMake you feel good, alright?â
Palming at your tits, as Wade shifts into position. Swallowing your begging, whined out âplease-â as he kisses down your throat.Â
Over your breasts. The back of Loganâs hand, against the curve of your belly. His fist still working at his cock, an audible moan of appreciation when he settles between Loganâs thighs.
âYou look so good full of him.â Itâs mumbled out against your hip, âGod, I want to jerk off to this and let you use my cum as lube.â
Loganâs fingers tighten - pinching a peaked nipple as you moan, as kisses are peppered against your mound.
âFuck us into your tight ass.â
You cry out, when his tongue flattens against your clit. Fingers teasing at your hole, dipping inside to test how full you feel.Â
âSoaking wet, baby. You feeling good?â Wade croons, âOr does your greedy little pussy need more?â
âWade,â You keen, desperate. Rocking into the slow pump of Loganâs hips, his breath harsh in your ear.
His fingers crook, and curl.
âYou want us to take you there and back again to pound town?âÂ
âI swear to god,â You pant, desperate, âIf you donât get inside me, Iâll-, Iâll call Nate.â
His eyes gleam, âThat right? Still thinking about riding the olâ Cable car?â
Itâs Loganâs added growl that finally gets him moving. A smile still pulling wide, as he slips from you. His own desperation betrayed by the wet smear against his belly.
The slick tip of his cock, as he ruts against your folds. Your breath held, as he notches himself.
His dark eyes on your blown-wide ones, as he starts to sink in. It has your thighs trembling, as you whine. Clenching down without meaning to, as Logan groans.
Feeling the way he inches into you. What little space left filled as your pussy makes room for him. The tight clutch of your walls, a moan at the way he can feel Logan through the thin layer of skin between them.
A choked-out moan punched from his chest.Â
âMade to take us both. Werenât you, gorgeous?â He murmurs, as his hips move, âGoddamn perfect fit.â
They both move inside you. Stilted thrusts, off rhythm as you squirm between them. Logan getting impatient - throwing a glare Wadeâs way.
âStop moving when I do.â
Itâs met with a laugh, as Wadeâs hip snap a little harder. Filling you, the force jolting you against Logan, as your nails bite into his biceps.
âIâm driving this thing.â He counters, âCall me Sandra Bullock, because Iâm not about to let this bus dip below 50.â
His hand catching Loganâs wrist - resistance when he tugs, but then itâs going with him. Fitting the curve of his fingers against the base of your throat.
âYou do what you do best and be the anchor. Keep her still for me, will you?âÂ
Loganâs fingers flex, but he grunts - the slightest pressure against your chest.Â
A pat against your hip, with a wink, âLet Daddypool do all the work.â
You huff, but the sound turns strangled as the sets the pace. Hands at your hips, tugging you to meet his thrusts. Fucking you back on to Logan, when his weight presses into you.
âThere we fucking go. How you feeling, baby?â
âFeels so good,âYou gasp, as the movement gets familiar. The slick slide of them inside you, the back and forth as they stroke your walls, as your arousal gleams against their cocks.Â
âKnow it does.â Wade grins, âThey donât call me DP for nothing.â
Logan grunts beneath you. Something biting held back - distracted, as his other hand wanders. Slipping across your hip, then down.
Tracing over your mound. Feather-light against your folds, feeling how you stretch open each time Wade goes balls-deep.Â
Your moan coming out ragged, when he teases your clit. Soft strokes with the pad of his finger, before two press and circle.
It makes you jolt, his laugh low in your ear.
Finding that familiar rhythm. Feeling the way your hips flex, seeking out his touch. How easily heâs able to wind you up now, from the times heâs taken you apart.Â
How itâs almost overwhelming, with the stuffed-full pressure of them inside you. With the saw of Wadeâs hips, as his cock nudges against the spongy spot inside you.
A rough hum when you clench down. Unable to do more than take what he gives you, with the way Logan cradles you against his chest.
It only adds to the surge of pleasure inside you. A near-divine pairing of sensations that has your fingers reaching, Wadeâs name a soft cry on your lips.Â
He flattens against you, to meet the way your mouth tips up. Itâs messy, open-mouthed as his hips slow to a grind. Hands skating up your body, against hips and waist.
Letting him in when he deepens it. A groan as he licks against your teeth. Needy presses of his mouth, spit smeared across your lips when it breaks. Another kiss peppered against your jaw, where Logan groans into your ear.Â
A unconscious shift of his head, and then their lips are brushing.
Loganâs cock throbs inside you, as Wade goes stiff and still. Itâs softer than it should be - no more than a shared breath, before Wade pulls back.Â
The hand at your neck flexes. Loosens, as it slips between you. Wrapping around the back of Wadeâs neck as he yanks him back down.
A growled out âfuckâ when they meet again, insistant this time. Vicious with the scrape of teeth, the wet swipe of tongue as Loganâs nails bite into skin.
Messy, as they pant into each other's mouths. Calloused fingers drifting down from your clit to split against your folds. Teasing where youâre filled, as Wadeâs moan turns filthy.
A matching sound escaping from Logan, long held back.Â
âFucking holding out on me,â Wade mumbles, when the kiss breaks, âHavenât been this wet since Capâs beard reveal.â
Eyes dark, when he feels how Logan moves inside you. Forgetting himself, as he chases the pleasure that threatens to peak inside him.
âBet you love knowing youâve been in all of our girlâs holes. Donât you, handsome?â Wade grins. Eyes still watchful - catching the clench of a jaw, as his lips return to yours.
The kiss is sweeter this time, even as he begins to drive into you. Each of your breaths coming in a whining gasp, pleasure once again winding inside you.
His mouth running away from him, determined to send you both over, âShould let me into some of yours. You know Iâd treat you right.â
âShut the fuck up. C-Canât come with you running your mouth.â Itâs panted out - half-hearted at best, and Wadeâs eyes gleam.
âFucking liar.â He crows, âBet you jerk it all the time to the thought of us screaming your name.â
Voice pitches up then, in a mimicry of yours, âOh, Logan. Fuck me right there with your monster dick-â
Logan strings tight beneath you with a snarl, as he tries to bury himself in your ass. The hand at your neck dipping to grasp at your hip, as the practiced rhythm turns sloppy.
Wade shifts - his weight leaned into your hips. Pinning you both down as he fucks into you, stroke after stroke. Â
Loganâs touch is sloppy against your clit - but with the way your boyfriendâs cock pounds against that spot inside you, itâs enough.
You donât even realize youâre whimpering. The way their names string together, the âplease, please, please-â that catches in your throat. Â
âYou gonna come too, baby?â He coos - thrilled, âYouâre both so fucking easy, arenât you?â
Logan moans in your ear when you squeeze around him, fingers pressing harder. A little faster, and with the next plunge of Wadeâs cock - you shatter.Â
Itâs all white noise, the faded star stickers on the ceiling becoming swirling the sky above as youâre pulled under.Â
Helpless, with the way youâre pinned between them. Coming again with the tight swirls against your clit, with them fully sheathed inside you.Â
The tight pulse of your orgasm around his sends Logan over.Â
Even with Wadeâs weight his hips still lift as he bows off the bed. A wounded groan, as he comes with you clenching down around him. Grinding himself into your hole as his cock throbs, emptying himself into you.Â
Thereâs a sing-songed and muted âmoney shotâ that has you groaning. Half-exasperation, half-mindless pleasure, as Loganâs hands roam. Holding you against him, ragged breath against your neck as you milk him empty.
Keeping you stuffed full, hilting his cock deeper when you squirm. Leaving Wade to catch up.
Shameless in the way he watches now, as molten pleasure thrums in your veins. Leaning back to see how you take them both. Picturing how youâll look after, thoroughly-fucked holes that will drip with them until morning.Â
Doesnât notice when his breath turns short, but you do.Â
âWanna feel you come, baby.â You coo, your smile soft and pleasure-drunk.Â
Hands tracing over his, overlapping and squeezing. The shallow lift of your hips to meet his thrusts, purposely squeezing him when he inches out - trying to keep him in.
âMake a fucking mess, Red.â Logan growls - joining you, âLet me feel you come inside her.â
âJesus Titty-Fucking Christ,â The rough laugh turns into a groan, âThink Iâm going to blow two loads at once-â
Hands overlapping, grasping on, holding you, as his hips pump faster. Head tipping - fitting between yours and Logans - as his back bows.Â
Coming inside you with a muttered out âoh fuck. fuck yes-â, cock jerking with each needy rut of his hips. The sound turns into a whine when teeth sink his neck, hard enough to bruise.Â
Yours on the other side, your soft moan in his ear as you feel the way he throbs as he spills into you again, and again.Â
Intense, in a way youâve never felt before. A connection that loops through you - from the press of your mouths, down to where you fit together.Â
Itâs fortunate that Loganâs hands still fit at your hips, with how fucked-out and boneless you feel. Trading one cock for another was one thing, but this - being claimed by both of them, the phantom ache as Logan withdraws- itâs something else entirely.Â
Your head dropping back to rest against his shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded as you wait for your pulse to stop galloping. Loganâs nose ghosting against your temple, an arm still thrown around your hips.Â
A hiss, when Wade slips from you. You can feel the mess theyâve made, sticky against your thighs. How they drip from your fucked-out holes, when you clench around nothing.Â
It must do something to him, the way Wade moans when he sits back. Fingers raising - mimicking a camera, complete with the click of his tongue as the shutter.Â
âIf that doesnât win me an academy award,â He hums thoughtfully.
âThen I donât know what the fuck will.â
Time slows down, after. The low hum of artificial rain from a device on your dresser, layering with the muted city outside. Doesnât know if itâs minutes or hours since he last moved, and he really canât bring himself to care.
As long as itâs still dark, then he knows theyâve still got time.Â
âSo are you going to bake us a sex cake?â Wade yawns, âYou know, for completely rocking your shit.â
âA what?â You stir against him - an eye cracking open.Â
Logan grunts, his face buried in your shoulder. A hand splayed across your belly, a tug as he pulls you closer.
âOh my god,â Wade chuckles to himself, âThere I go, mixing up timelines again. I infinitely prefer this one, by the way.â
Logan lets the two of you bicker, his eyes slipping shut again.Â
Your apartment is quieter than Wadeâs. The bed comparable to the one they shared last time. Canât remember the last time heâs felt a warmth like this.Â
Soft, where your back tucks against his chest. His hand shifts to your hip, curving against soft flesh. Wadeâs hand rests close enough to touch, fingers just brushing. Facing you, thighs twined together as he sandwiches you between them.
The shower had been nicer, as well. Snug, when you had pulled them in with you. Taking turns under the warm spray. He had commented on it - a way to drag out the scratch of fingers through his hair. The swirl of soap against his skin, and he had been too blissed out to bother with the facade when a second set of hands grabbed his ass.Â
Staying just a little longer, as their hands found their way between your thighs. Wade thumbing at your clit as his own fingers fucked the cum deeper into your cunt. Twin marks sucked into your neck, as your legs threatened to give out - still shaky from before.
You stir against him. Words heavy with sleep.
âWade didnât say it earlier.â You yawn - shuffling, so you can help over to face him.Â
Loganâs brow rises, as you clarify.
âThereâs a caveat to our earlier question.â
âGood word choice.â Wade hums, â11 points, and I bet you were a real pleasure to have in class.â
A low chuckle, when your hips press back against his in warning - as your eyes flip up to Loganâs.Â
âItâs a two-for-one deal,â The corner of your lips tug up, âItâs both of us, or nothing.â
âAll for one, and one for all,â Wadeâs chin hooks over your shoulder, ignoring how you elbow him, âAnd can you really afford not to take that?â
Supposes itâs cute, that you think you have to tell him this. That his eyes havenât equally wandered, even if itâs only half-admitted. Too caught on wondering if the only something good he had will change, if he truly allows himself to want something.Â
That itâs not only the feeling of your mouths on his cock that he revisits, though he does think of that often.
Thereâs other moments as well. Squeezing hands and smiles and the way you both look at him. The toothbrush that you had ready tonight, just incase he forgot his. The handle blue, when he slipped it in the cup - tucked next to red and purple.
Your words still spark brightly in his chest, settling low behind his ribs. It quells an uneasy twist thatâs been lingering there for the past few weeks.Â
Something unsteady, finally finding purchase.Â
âDonât know why youâre clarifying though, gorgeous.â His cheek rubs against yours like a cat. Those brown eyes meet his as well, and itâs hard to bite back the low inhale of breath.
âConsidering he tongue-fucked the shit out of me earlier, I think heâs good.â
He huffs in reply, but he canât bite back the curve of his lips. Not anymore - and he finds that he doesnât want to.
âYeah.â Logan agrees. That something turning soft inside him, the smile pulling just a little wider.Â
âIâm good.â
thanks so much for reading!! đ there's a couple more moments I'd love to explore with them in the future! (but in case I'm not able to, I wanted to end it on this sweet note between them all. )
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