#SLAPPING SOMEONE WITH A FINGER THAT JUST GOT SHOT OFF
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ââââââjeonghan + anonymous sex
â where you discover that behind the scary mask, who's eating you out, is your professor, mr. yoon.
WARNINGS: +18, smut, oral, halloween party setting, penetrative sex, oral [f. rec], dirty talk, edging, taboo, fingering.
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halloween at uni was always a wild timeâlike, the one night when everyone just let loose and acted like idiots without any shame. it was a free pass to look either insanely sexy or terrifying as hell, and youâd seen both ends of that spectrum in past years. mostly, you loved it âcause it was kinda like a game of guess-who after the party, everyone spending the week after trying to figure out who was who under those masks. and thatâs why the costumes just got more and more wild. anonymity? sign you up.
you and jewie, your ride-or-die dormmate, had done the whole horror bit every year, rocking the most messed up, bloodied-up outfits you could think of. but this year you both decided to go full-on sexy for once. jewie was rocking this short-ass witch outfit, all black and lace and pointy hat, and youâwell, you were killing it (pun intended) in your killer bunny getup. thigh-high lacy white socks that clung to your skin, corset cinching you in, and this creepy-ass bunny mask that made you look both cute and dangerous. not to mention, the whole mask thing meant anything could go down and nobody would know.
âyo, you really gonna leave a note in his locker?â jewie whispered, eyes sparkling as the two of you snuck into the staff wing, the sound of your heels echoing off the empty halls.
âhell yeah, iâve been crushing on prof yoon since he walked into his first lecture looking like a whole-ass snack,â you hissed back, your heart racing.
she let out a cackle, almost too loud. âheâs gonna die when he sees it. also, maybe don't bend over like that unless you want your ass out for the world to see.â
you shot her a look over your shoulder, half squinting through your mask. âfuck you, iâm not gonna walk like iâve got a stick up my ass.â
âbabe, thatâs your job,â she teased, slapping your ass as you fumbled with the lock on the door. she was always like thatâpushy, teasing, but down for whatever dumb thing you suggested, no questions asked.
finally, you managed to crack open the door to prof yoonâs locker, and the nervous excitement flared up all over again. âiâm doinâ it,â you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you slid the note into his stuff. just a stupid little flirty note. something anonymous and mysterious. if he recognized your handwriting? well, oops. thatâs a future problem.
jewie watched, leaning against the doorframe, eyes flicking between you and the locker. âif he likes it, we might need to sneak you back in here to leave more. like a killer bunny pen pal situation.â
you laughed under your breath, shaking your head. âheâs not that dumb, but if he was, iâd consider it.â
you straightened up, adjusting your mask before looking back at jewie. the whole night felt like some weird fever dreamâmaybe it was the booze from earlier or just the high of running around campus dressed like this, but you felt unstoppable.
âokay, letâs get outta here before we get caught,â jewie said, pushing herself off the wall. âi swear if we see anyone, iâm pretending i donât know you.â
âbitch, please, youâd totally rat me out,â you shot back, nudging her as the two of you slipped out of the staff room, adrenaline still pumping.
you took a long sip from your pouch, the cheap booze hitting just right as you swayed along with jewie to the beat. then, mid-spin, you spotted somethingâor rather, someoneâthat made you freeze in place, your lips still wrapped around the straw.
âi canât fucking believe it,â you muttered, pulling the straw out and sulking like a kid who just had their candy stolen.
jewie gave you a sideways glance, eyebrows raised. âwhatâs got your panties in a twist now?â
you nodded toward the door, where another killer bunny had just strutted in, looking way too damn good for your liking. âlook at that,â you said, gesturing with your drink. âbunny? okay, fine. but killer too? are you shitting me? whatâre the odds?â
you huffed, feeling your vibe slightly killed by the sight of the other guy wearing basically the same damn thing as youâexcept he had this slutty, fitted black suit, and his mask was just as creepy as yours, that luscious black hair peeking out from behind it.
âwow,â jewie scoffed, following your gaze. âyouâre really pressed about another killer bunny? seriously? it's halloween, dude, chill. everyoneâs doubling up.â
âeasy for you to say,â you muttered, still eyeing the guy. âyou're not the only slutty witch in the room.â
she rolled her eyes, snorting. âuh, excuse me? i've seen, like, five other witches tonight, and one of them even had a broomâa broom, y/n. i just accepted it. itâs halloween.â
it was halloween, and sure, half the campus was probably dressed as witches, zombies, or sexy cops. but still, the nerve of this guy, strutting in like he invented the killer bunny look.
âand, you know what? my panties are in a twist, actually,â you shot back, glaring at jewie, who just gave you an unimpressed look. âlike, literal twist. feels like theyâre strangling me.â
she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. âoh my god, youâre such a mess. thereâs a whole locker room situation going on if you wanna fix it. no oneâs gonna be in there anyway..â
âthe locker room?â you hummed, considering it for a second. âyeah, might as well. better than walking around with my ass in knots.â
you slipped away from the party, the beat of the music fading as you made your way down the empty hallway, heels clacking against the floor. it was eerily quiet outside the main campus area, the darkness swallowing up the noise from the party like you were walking into another world. halfway there, though, you swore you heard something. footsteps, maybe? you glanced back over your shoulder, but the hallway was just as empty as before. shrugging it off, you kept walking.
then againâfootsteps.
you whipped around, heart starting to race a bit. nothing. nobody. great, you thought. either youâre paranoid or some dude in a clown costumeâs gonna jump out at you any second.
you sped up, practically rushing into the locker room, slamming the door behind you like that would keep the creepy vibes out. with a sigh, you lifted your skirt and fixed the tangled mess of fabric underneath. âgoddamn,â you muttered, whistling in relief as the tension eased up. âfinally.â
you made your way to the mirror, fluffing up your hair, adjusting your bunny ears, trying to look like you hadnât just freaked yourself out. but then you heard it againâfootsteps. this time, not so distant. real close.
before you could even react, the door creaked open, and there he was. the other killer bunny. strolling in like he owned the place, chill as could be, like it wasnât the feminine locker room heâd just waltzed into.
âyouâve gotta be kidding me,â you muttered under your breath, shooting him a glare through the mirror. âstole my idea and my spot?â
he snorted, leaning against the sink with his back turned to the mirror, eyes just fixed forward, hands shoved casually in his pockets. âstole your idea? babe, iâve been rockinâ this for ages.â
âyou saw it from me!â you shot back, turning around to face him, pointing at him accusingly. âi should sue for copyright or some shit.â
he let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly like he was amused by your little outburst. âyou can have the bunny part. iâll keep the killer part.â
âreal original,â you scoffed, turning back to the mirror, fixing a stray curl in your hair. âand whatâre you even doing in the locker room? you lost or just stupid?â
âneither,â he said simply, his voice way too smug for someone who looked like he just broke into the wrong locker room. âit was either this, or i piss in a bush somewhere. decided to be classy tonight.â
you rolled your eyes but couldnât help the slight smirk pulling at your lips. âyeah, real classy, creeping around the womenâs locker room.â
he leaned closer, still not turning to look in the mirror. âwho says iâm creeping? maybe you just walked into my locker room.â
âoh, so now itâs your locker room too? boy, youâre bold.â
âwhat can i say? bunny privileges,â he said, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world.
you shook your head, turning to look at him fully now, sizing him up. he was tall, broad, the slutty suit clinging to him just right, his posture relaxed like he didnât have a care in the world. and that hair, black and messy behind his maskâwell, youâd give him one thing. he wore the costume well. too well.
âyou know,â you said, leaning back against the sink next to him, crossing your arms. âif youâre tryna intimidate me, itâs not working. youâre just another bunny.â
he chuckled again, that low, almost lazy sound that somehow made your skin tingle. âmaybe iâm not tryna intimidate you. maybe iâm just waiting for you to admit i look better.â
you scoffed, pushing off the sink and standing up straight, close enough now that you could smell the faint cologne clinging to him. it was⊠annoyingly nice. âplease, i wouldnât give you that satisfaction even if you paid me.â
âweâll... see about that?â he murmured, finally turning to face you, his body looming over yours. his mask obscured most of his face, but his eyes locked onto yours, like he could see right through the sass.
and there it was. that thing on your lower stomach that snuck up on you out of nowhere. âyou really think you can handle me, bunny?â you teased.
he didnât flinch. his lips twitched into a grin under the mask.
âhandle you?â he echoed, his voice dropping an octave. âbaby, iâm just getting started.â
you raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a little closer, testing him, seeing how far you could push. âthen show me what you got.â
his hand was on you in a second, pulling you toward him with a firm grip on your waist, his breath hot through the mask. and suddenly, the empty locker room didnât feel so empty anymore. his other hand slid down, grazing your thigh before hiking your skirt up. âyou sure you wanna play this game?â he cooed, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
you let out a breathy laugh, your hands fisting into the fabric of his suit. âyou started it.â
âyeah?â his grip tightened, pulling you flush against him, your bodies fitting together too perfectly. âthen let me finish it.â
he leaned in for the kiss, but both of you realized, almost at the same time, that the stupid mask was in the way. your lips collided with the hard plastic, and for a second, it was awkward as hellâuntil you both burst into laughter. âyeah, thatâs not gonna work,â you muttered, shaking your head.
âguess weâll just have to improvise,â he murmured back, and before you knew it, he had spun you around, pressing your hips firmly against the cold sink. the chill of the ceramic made you gasp, but it was nothing compared to the way his fingers slid under the elastic of your garter, pulling it away from your skin before letting it snap back on ur skin.
âfuck,â you hissed, as the sting amde your pussy drool. he was watching you through that damn mask, his fingers traced the hem of your skirt before he flipped it over your lower back, exposing the white lacy set youâd chosen to match the whole killer bunny thing.
âfuckinâ cute,â he growled as he took in the sight of your barely-there panties and thigh-highs. âyou really wore this for halloween? shitâs a fuckinâ joke,â
the degradation in his tone made your cheeks burn, you bit down on your lip, trying to keep your composure, he noticed everything.
âwhatâs the matter?â he asked, mock concern as his hands skimmed over your thighs, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp again. âyou like being called cute while i fuck you up?â
you didnât even have time to respond before his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down painfully slow, the lace barely clinging to your hips before he let them drop to your ankles. you kicked them off instinctively, your breath hitching when you saw him bend down slightly, he picked them up off the floor, turning the flimsy lace in his fingers for a second before shoving them deep into his pocket.
âgonna keep these,â he muttered, half to himself, half to you. standing up straight again. his hands, slid up your legs, spreading them just a bit more. the rough pads of his fingers brushed against the inside of your thighs, teasing you, waiting for you to beg, or break.
and god, you were close to breaking already.
one hand held your waist firmly in place, pressing you harder against the sink, while the other slipped between your legs, his fingers sliding against your wetness with an agonizing slowness.
âoh.. all soaked already?â he muttered, like he knew exactly how ruined you were just from his touch. âand we havenât even started. youâve been thinking about this? about me bending you over, fingers deep in this pretty little pussy?â
you couldnât help the whimper that escaped you as his middle and ring fingers dipped inside, your pussy swallow him immediately, even when the skin burns a little with the stretch. his long fingers immediately finding that sweet, squishy spot, for a moment, resting the fingers there.
he kept the pads of his fingers facing down, rubbing slow, tight circles against that sensitive spot, making you clench around him. you've never been stimulated like this, it looked so different and knowing for a college boy. the sensation was enough to make your knees weak, but his grip on your hips kept you steady, held in place as he worked you open.
he leaned down, the mask still in place, but you could feel the heat of him behind you. âyou hear that? hear how fucking wet you are? all for me, huh?â
you did, in fact, it echoed in the empty locker room, as you try to be quiet. but you moaned in response, your head falling forward, resting on your arms as you tried to catch your breath. every stroke of his fingers had your pussy tightening, thighs shaking, and you were half-sure youâd collapse if it werenât for the him keeping you upright.
his other hand moving up your back just enough so he could press his lips against your bare shoulder. you felt him lift the mask just slightly, and then his mouth was on you, kissing, biting, his teeth grazing your skin in a manner that had you arching into him.
âfuck, you taste so good,â he muttered. âso sweet. but i bet you taste even better down here.â
you groaned in frustration when you realized he was still wearing that damn mask, completely blocking the possibility of him going down on you. he noticed the way you moaned extra loud, probably because youâd been imagining itâhis mouth between your legs, tasting how worked up you were.
he cooed, amused by your reaction, shaking his head like you were some kind of innocent mess. âfuck baby, iâd love to, but this mask is getting in the way. you know that.â his voice was so casual, like it wasnât a big deal at all, like it wasnât torture for you. and god, that whimper that left your throat? pathetic. even you knew it. you rolled your hips on his fingers, desperate for something, anything to replace what you couldnât have right now. the wet, slick sound of his fingers working into you echoed around the room, filling the space with a vulgar kind of music that had him biting his lip, watching you fall apart over nothing.
âoh, you really want it bad, huh?â he laughed, and you whined again, the sound so embarrassingly needy that it shouldâve made you blush. but instead, it only made you more desperate. his teasing was too much.
âfuck,â you muttered, half-begging, and he pulled back a bit, thinking for a second before a playful smirk took over his lips.
âletâs play a game then,â he offered, your brows furrowed in confusion, but the second he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, you felt your whole body heat up in response. âwe take the masks off. but,â he paused, his fingers still torturing you, making your hips twitch every time he pressed just right. âwe keep our eyes closed. iâll eat you out, iâll do anything you want, but no peeking.â
you hummed at the idea, already thinking of how good it would feel to have him without the barrier of those stupid masks. but before you could even respond, he tilted his head, adding with a teasing lilt, âbut first... i gotta fuck you. because youâre so fucking tight, so fucking pretty squirming around my fingers like this.â his voice softened into something almost sweet, like he was praising you, and the way he cooed when you shyly squirmed against his hand, embarrassed by his words, had your body tightening in response. âsuch a good girl for me, arenât you?â
you were nodding before you even realized, the words barely out of your mouth before you agreed to it. the mask was yanked off, tossed to the side, and you felt him pull away slightly. you didnât dare look back at him, thoughâyou kept your promise, eyes shut tight, chest rising and falling rapidly.
you felt him shift behind you, the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants filling the locker room with a sharp, exciting edge. his fingers left you with a wet pop, and the sound made you shiver. god, you could still hear itâhow soaked you were, how turned on heâd made you. your body reacted to the absence of his touch with a small gasp, but the moment you felt his warm breath near your ear again, your nerves melted away.
âdonât open your eyes,â he warned in that same serious tone, even though you could practically hear the smile on his face. you nodded, swallowing hard, trying to keep still. his fingers returned, now gripping your hips firmly, and you couldnât help but arch into him, needing more.
âgood girl,â he murmured, guiding you to bend further over the sink. your chest pressed against the cold surface, your eyes squeezed shut, but you could feel everything. you were painfully aware of how exposed you were to him, the skirt flipped up, your wetness on full display.
the blunt head of his cock nudged at your entrance, slick and heavy, and you braced yourself, but he didnât push in. instead, he slid it up, dragging it along your folds, teasing your clit and the leaking hole. the sensation had your toes curling, and you couldnât stop yourself from asking, âyou just gonna rub it?â
he chuckled darkly, pressing the tip against your entrance again but not entering. âthought iâd take my time, make you beg a little more.â
you groaned, squirming under him, your hips moving on their own as you chased the penetration. you could feel him smiling behind you, still teasing, but his hand was firm on your hips, holding you steady as he slowly dragged his cock up and down, brushing against your clit every time. it was maddening, the way he was holding back, making you wait, making you ache for him.
âyou want it that bad, hm?â he asked, and before you could even answer, he pushed in, sliding into you with a slick, deep thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs as you watch pitch black. âfuck, there it is.â
you moaned, the sudden fullness overwhelming, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink as he held you in place, his cock buried deep inside. he didnât move at first, just let you adjust to the stretch, but his hands were still movingâone sliding up your back, the other gripping your ass, squeezing hard as he groaned low in his throat.
âah!âdon' squeeze me like that,â he muttered, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips grinding into yours rolling the dick in and out of you. âtaking me so well... pretty pussy devouring my cock.â
you whimpered at his praise, your body trembling with every slow stroke. he wasnât holding back anymore, his pace picking up, his hand slipped down between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing light, quick circles that had you moaning loudly.
the thing was;
his eyes had been wide open the whole time.
he was practically glowing with the fact that you hadnât recognized him at all. he knew it was you from the second you stepped into the party, making him choke on his own spit, all dressed up in that killer bunny costume, and it made him feel like he was holding onto the biggest secret ever. you had no idea who you were fucking, and that made everything ten times hotter.
as you leaned over the sink, he got a perfect view of your face blushing beneath your expertly done makeup, all those little details youâd spent hours perfecting. the way the light caught the shimmer on your cheeks, the dark eyeliner framing your eyes just rightâit was beautiful. even though you planned on hiding your face with that mask for the entire night.
he pretended to keep his eyes closed, even though he could barely contain his excitement. âi hope you don't open your eyes hm? you wouldn't want to lose me eating you out, right?â heâd said with a smirk, watching as you nodded obediently. you were so good at thisâeverything about you, from the way you shifted on the sink to the way you were biting your lip in need, made him ache to see your true reaction when you finally figured it out.
he could feel your nervous energy as you followed his lead, trusting him completely. it was almost comical how easy it was to manipulate the situation, how horny you were, and he couldnât help but chuckle quietly to himself.
âyouâve got no idea how fucking cute you moan,â he murmured, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he continued to thrust into you. the way you squirmed made him even harder, and he could feel his own arousal rising at the thought of keeping this secret just a little longer.
âshut up,â you whined, clearly flustered by his words, and he couldnât help but laugh softly. god, you were adorable. he kept it playful, teasing you even more as he leaned down to press his lips against your shoulder, kissing a line up your neck as he continued to roll his hips into you. âjust focus on how good you feel.â
every thrust sent a quiver through you, and he could feel you responding to him, getting wetter with every move. you were lost in it, and he was completely taken by the way your body reacted to his touch. he loved how your sounds filled the space, how you couldnât help but moan louder and louder as he picked up the pace, fucking you deeper.
âtell me how good it feels.â
âso good, you feel so goodâyour cockâs'big!â you breathed, and he reveled in the power he had over you. he could see the way your body squirmed beneath him, anguished for more, and it only pushed him to keep going.
âthatâs right, keep saying it,â he encouraged, his fingers curling around your waist, pulling you back against him as he hit that sweet spot inside you. âi want to hear everything, since i cant see it.â
he could feel you tightening around him, your that sweet release pulsing, and just when you were about to hit that peak, he pulled out, leaving you gasping âwhat the fuck?!â you cried, your voice high-pitched with desperation, eyes still closed. he couldnât help but chuckle at your frustration, knowing just how good you felt, but wanting to keep you on that brink a little longer.
âpatience, bunny,â he teased, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. âyouâll get what you want.â
with that, he pushed back into you, driving deep and hard, and the sound of your moan filled the locker room. âyes! please!â you begged, fingers digging into the sink as you rocked back against him.
but again, right when you were so close, he slipped out. âno, no, donât do that!â you whined, the desperation in your voice making him grin. âi was so close!â
âi wonât let you cum on my cock,â he said, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he watched your expression crumble. your face fell against your arms in defeat, sulking like a petulant child. âwhy?â you whined, the sulk evident in your voice, and he couldnât help but scoff at how adorable you looked, all flustered and desperate.
just then, his hand tangled in your hair, tugging enough to make you almost open your eyes. the sudden pressure made a strangled moan escape your throat, and he loved it.
he slowly turned you around, guiding you to sit on the cold sink. you cursed under your breath, your legs instinctively spreading wide as you positioned yourself for him.
âthis is so unfair, i cant see you...â you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you thought about how you couldnât see what he was doing. you could hear the sound of your breath quickening as he dropped to his knees in front of you, the idea of him between your legs making you almost cum on spot.
âyou donât need to see it, babe,â he said, all sultry. fuck you needed to know who he was, and with that, you could feel him get closer, his breath hot against your pussy, making you squirm.
âyouâre such an ass for doing this to me,â you groaned, but deep down, you were practically begging for it, and you knew it. he laughed softly, the sound thundering in his chest as he spread your legs wider, giving himself a perfect view of your pussy, the folds puffy, and flushed, dripping beautifully.
a sudden creak from somewhere down the hallway snapped you out of the fog of pleasure, and, instinctively, you opened your eyes. it took a second to adjust, to blink away the haze clouding your vision, but then you looked downâstraight at him.
andâ
mr. yoon?
âshh,â he whispered, a finger pressed to his own lips, a hint of a smirk twitching as he maintained eye contact with you, even as his head dipped between your legs. you wanted to pull back, to process that your professor was there, settled on his knees in front of you in a locked room, but his mouth had already found your clit.
âoh my god,â you moan, in disbelief, in pure ecstasy. he starts sucking your clit with so hard that makes you dizzy, and your back arches instinctively, the sensations overwhelming. your mind races, but the sight of himâmr. yoon, your strict, no-nonsense professorâeating you out is enough to push you right back over the edge.
you bite your lip to stifle your cries, but itâs no use. the combination of the taboo and the sucking sends you spiraling into the orgasm, and you can feel yourself clenching around his tongue as you cum in his mouth, a whimper escaping your lips.
âholyââ you breathe, panting as he pulls away, licking his lips like heâs savoring the taste of you.
he raises up to kiss you, but you back away instinctively, the shock paralyzing you.
âwait, you didnât like that it was⊠me?â he asks, worry flashing across his eyes.
your mind is racing. so he was the one fucking you? after the letterâoh my god. âi⊠i didnât know it was you!â you manage to stammer.
he licks his cum-covered lips, that sly grin still in place. he steps back slightly, still unsure of what to say. âso⊠you liked it, then?â
âwell, yeah, butââ you start, but the words fail you. how do you even explain this? how do you tell your professor that he just made you come like that, and it was one of the best experiences of your life?
you catch his gaze, and for the first time, thereâs a flicker of worry in mr. yoonâs eyes. he's probably already imagining that expulsion letter or the scandal thatâd blow up his career.
ârelax,â you murmur, smirking as he watches you. âiâm not about to go blabbing to the dean or anything.â he quirks a skeptical brow, clearly not convinced yet, and you give him a playful shrug. âbut only if⊠you get on your knees again and show me just how much you wanna keep me quiet.â
the corner of his mouth lifts. âoh, is that right?â he murmurs, and before you know it, heâs stepping forward, hands sliding around your waist as he leans down, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
âguess iâll have to make sure youâre too busy to even think about talking,â he whispers.
[...]
monday rolls around, and itâs like the entire campus is still buzzing about the halloween party. people are dissecting every detail, trying to figure out who was behind which mask. youâre sitting at your desk, pretending to read the same damn paragraph for the fifth time, but letâs be realâthereâs only one thing on your mind: mr. yoonâs dick.
jeonghanâs up at the front, leaning against his desk, teaching as if nothing happened, and you can barely keep a straight face. every time you glance up, you canât help but picture the way he looked at you, the feel of his hands, his mouth⊠yeah, not the kind of thoughts you should be having in the middle of class.
the bell finally rings, snapping you out of it as everyone starts packing up. your friend pauses by the door, waiting, but just as youâre about to leave, mr. yoon clears his throat.
ây/n,â he says, thereâs that hint of something under it, something only you would catch. âstay a moment, would you?â
you wave your friend off, muttering something about catching up later. she glances between the two of you and, of course, shoots you a knowing smile before shutting the door on her way out. itâs just you and jeonghan now, the room empty and quiet, his gaze pinned on you.
he raises an eyebrow, and his eyes flick towards the closed door. âshould i be worried about that smile she gave you?â he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
you blink, caught off guard. âno! no one knows about⊠us,â you insist, a bit too quickly.
he scoffs, giving you this look like heâs amused but skeptical. âoh, i know that,â he says smoothly, but then he taps his finger on his desk. âbut she definitely knows⊠about this.â
with a dramatic flourish, he slides open a drawer and pulls out the letter. your stomach drops as he lays it out on his desk for you to see, the unmistakable swoop of your handwriting there in all its glory, complete with little heart and butterfly stickers surrounding a mortifyingly filthy sentence.
âwanna feel your cock hitting the deepest part of my pussy until i canât even remember my name.â
you freeze, face heating up instantly. oh, god. did you really write that?
he chuckles softly, watching you squirm as you avoid his gaze, suddenly very interested in the stack of textbooks on his desk. you press your lips together, practically biting down to keep from making any sound, because your brain is malfunctioning.
âso,â he murmurs, âdid you really mean every word?â
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Thinking about Bodkin bc like found family trope but youâre more like ough.. uh oh.. OH MY GOD⊠uhhh⊠AHH⊠AHHHHH⊠aghhh.. OH MY GOD NO
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call me if you're lonelyâĄ
old man!logan howlett x phone sex hotline worker!reader
cw: dirty talk, mutual masturbation
author's note: very short. just an idea that came to mind.
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this is so desperate, logan thought to himself as he dialed the number written on the fourth page in the second column. in pretty cursive words it read, call me if you're lonely!
your number had been living in the back of his head for almost a month now but he never got this close to calling it. in the column, it's written that you are a college student working on your masters degree and that you are very popular within your profession as a phone sex hotline worker. honestly, logan didn't care if you just started yesterday. he's been so stressed and overworked lately that he needs a release soon. logan waited as the phone rang after entering his card information. he's sat up on the old mattress under him, waiting patiently to see if anyone answers.
on the third ring, someone picks up.
"thanks for calling, hush hotline." you say, giving him the typical welcome speech before jumping straight in. "what would ya' like me to call you tonight, sugar?"
the sweet tone in your voice made logan's boxers feel tighter. resting his hand on top of his heavy cock, squeezing lightly and slowly stroking himself over the thin material.
"james is fine, honey." logan mutters.
"i like the way you call me, honey." you purr, getting relaxed in bed.
you had a long day; woke up late, missed class, messed up during important meeting at work and needed to blow off some steam. normally, the people you talk to over the phone don't have an effect on you, instead opting to fake it and offer phony pornstar like moans but something made you want to give it another shot.
"is that so?"
the stranger's voice was rough around the edges. deep, cold, straight to the point. it sent a shiver up your spine. usually, your customers were weak. willing to give into your every word and fully submit to you.
"mhm," you hum, lightly running your fingers up and down your thigh. "so, what's gotcha call in tonight, james? rough day at work or you just wanna hear me touch myself for you?"
"bit of both." he was already lost in this little world between the two of you.
âaw, canât wait to make you feel good." you tell him, playing with the lace of your underwear. "wanna hear what i'm wearing right now?"
"mhm." he grunts.
"a white t-shirt and lacy blue underwear. wish you were here to take them off of me." you sigh, slipping your hand under the waistband.
"what would you do if i was there right now?"
"hmm, think i'd start by kissing you, making sure you get nice and hard for me then i would beg you to fuck my tight throat for hours. are you hard for me right now?"
"y-yes." logan sighs, trying to slow down a bit.
"that's sweet, james. got me blushing just thinkin' about it." you run your middle finger through your folds, gathering the slick and circling your button a couple times.
"just blushing?" he teases, catching you off guard.
"not 'just blushing'." you giggle softly. "you also got me r-reallyâah, fuck! really soaked."
logan could hear the obscene squeak of you dipping your fingers inside of yourself. his chest moves up and down at the same rhythm as his strokes. your pretty little gasps made it difficult for him not to release right away.
"s-shit, honey." he groans, listening to the small wet slaps of you fucking yourself. "wanna taste that pussy of yours. i'm sure it's as sweet as that fuckin' mouth you got on you, honey."
never have you actually gotten wet from the men that call you. most of them let you do all the talking, only offering moans and whimpers. you couldn't quite place a finger on it but something about james was doing it for you.
"w-wish it was you inside of me instead of my fingers." you whine, tickling the spot that makes your vision blur.
"bet you would look so pretty wrapped around my cock, honey."
"i would look even prettier with you dripping out of me." faintly, you can hear him shuffling around, trying to stifle his groans. "don't hide yourself, baby. wanna hear you."
like a rubber band, something snapped inside of logan. unable to control his noises anymore, he's fucking his fist faster than before, chasing after every little moan you let out.
you move to rubbing your button switching occasionally, picturing the man that you believe james to be. a little older and rugged. maybe even someone your father would be friends with. someone you would definitely have a secret crush on.
logan's hips thrusted with need. the louder you got, the faster his orgasm was approaching. he had to hold off, he thought to himself. hear you cum first. by the broken whines and little hiccups you let out, he could tell you were only moments away from your release.
"f-fuck, i'm so close." you squeal, legs shaking a little as you near your high.
"me too, honey."
within seconds, your head is thrown back against the silky pillow case. the sheets under you were drenched but you were too full of bliss to care. logan finally allowed himself to let go as well, pearly white spurts coating his lower stomach and even some landing on his tank top. it's quiet for a minute or so before your little giggles can be heard on the other end of the line.
"something funny?" he asks, confused.
"no, no, it's just..." you giggle again with a sigh. "ever since i started this job, no one's ever made me orgasm. at least not like that."
"hm.." logan couldn't fight off the smile creeping on his face. "might need to call more often then."
"i'll be looking forward to it."
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BETWEEN THE LINES âž» dean winchester
content / dean winchester x fem!reader, hunter!reader, enemies to friends-lovers, bickering, teasing, dean being a lil perv, comfort, fluff, dean being vulnerable, 2.3k words
summary / you and Dean hated eachother, but what if a single night in a shared bed suddenly changes everything? and sudden confessions making you question the dynamics between you two more than ever..
THE IMAPALAâS HEADLIGHTS cut through the darkness as Dean pulled into the gravel lot of a rundown motel. You cross glanced at the flickering neon sign that read "Motel Haven" and couldn't help the sigh of exasperation that escaped your lips. It was the kind of place that reeked of stale smoke and regret. Typical Dean.
"Of all the motels, Dean," you muttered, climbing out of baby and slamming the door with more force than necessary.
Dean sauntered around the car, a smug grin plastered on his face. "You don't like my choice in accommodations, sweetheart?"
You shot him a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "You know I hate when you call me that."
"Yeah, I know," he replied with a grin that made you want to slap it right off his face.
You gritted your teeth, fighting the urge to say something that would start an argument you didn't have time for. Ever since Bobby Singer had paired you two up for this series of hunts across the state, you had been counting down the days until you could go back to working solo. Of course both of you had vehemently disagreed, but Bobby wasn't one to take no for an answer. So here you were, chasing down reports of a rogue werewolf pack in a small town, stuck working together despite the mutual disdain.
To you Dean Winchester was infuriating, arrogant, and absolutely full of himself. And the worst part? He was damn good at what he did, which only made you dislike him more.
You quickly followed him into the motel office, where the bored-looking clerk barely acknowledged your presence. Dean asked for a room, and after a moment, the clerk handed him a single key.
"Only one room left," the man drawled, sounding as though he couldn't care less. "Double bed."
Dean suppressed a groan and glanced over at you, looking like you might actually punch someone.
Your patience, already wearing thin, snapped. "You've got to be kidding me," you said, voice laced with disbelief. "There's nothing else?"
"Nope," the clerk replied, his monotone voice sending a wave of irritation through you. "Take it or leave it."
Dean shrugged, as if this wasn't the worst news youâd heard all day. He grabbed the key from the counter and turned to you with that insufferable smirk. "Looks like we're bunking together, sweetheart."
You huffed, snatching your bag, and storming after him to the room. You couldn't believe this. The idea of sharing a room with Dean Winchester was bad enough, but a bed? This was some kind of sick joke.
When you two walked into the room, it was worse than youâd expected. The double bed took up most of the space, leaving little room for anything else. You could feel Dean's eyes on you as you both realized the inevitable.
Dean was the first to break the silence. "Guess we'll be getting cozy tonight," he said, trying to hide his amusement.
You shot him a withering glare. "You lay one finger on me, and I'll break it."
Dean just chuckled, tossing his bag onto the bed and kicking off his boots. "Relax, princess. I'll stay on my side."
You wanted to punch him. Instead, you grabbed your bag and made a beeline for the bathroom. Once inside, you shut the door behind your, not realizing that it snapped back just a little, leaving it slightly ajar.
You needed to change into something comfortable and try to ignore the fact that you were about to spend the night in the same bed as the most irritating man youâd ever met.
Dean, stretched out on the bed with his hands behind his head, couldn't help but glance toward the door when he heard you moving around.
Through the slit in the door, he caught a glimpse of you slipping out of your tight jeans and into a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. Your shirt came off next, replaced by a simple tank top that hugged you in ways that made his breath catch. Dean's eyes lingered longer than he intended, drawn to the way your body moved with unconscious grace.
You were still trying to push down the anxiety that was beginning to bubble up inside you. It was just one night. You could handle it. You could handle anything. But you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
That's when you noticed him. But it wasn't until you turned fully and caught his eye through the crack in the door that Dean realized he'd been staring. His heart skipped a beat as he quickly averted his gaze, but it was too late. For a second, you froze, a mix of surprise and something you didn't want to name running through you. Then, annoyance took over.
"Really, Dean?" You said, voice cutting through the silence. You could see the way he flinched, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Didn't think you were that much of a pervert."
Dean's face turned an impressive shade of red, and he stammered out some half-baked excuse. "Iâuh, I wasn'tâ"
"Save it," you interrupted, stepping out of the bathroom with a satisfied grin. "You're not as sneaky as you think, Winchester."
He looked so flustered, so unlike his usual cocky self. Dean groaned inwardly, cursing himself for getting caught. He could feel his face burning with embarrassment, something that rarely happened to him, and the fact that you were obviously enjoying this only made it worse.
The great Dean Winchester, brought down by a little harmless teasing.
"Oh, this is rich," you continued, unable to resist twisting the knife just a little. "Dean Winchester, the big bad hunter, getting all flustered over a little peek. Who knew you were so shy?"
Dean's jaw tightened, and you could tell he was struggling to regain his composure. "I wasn't flustered," he mumbled, his voice lacking its usual confidence. "Just surprised, that's all."
"Uh-huh," you replied, letting the moment stretch out just a little longer before finally dropping it. "Sure you were."
You climbed into bed beside him, still grinning, and Dean felt the mattress dip under your weight. The proximity was suddenly overwhelming. It wasn't that he hadn't noticed you beforeâhe had.
You were tough, smart, and definitely attractive. But you were also infuriating, always pushing his buttons, always getting under his skin. So the fact that he was attracted to you only made things more complicated.
Once you layed down you realized that the bed was far too small for the distance you wanted to keep between you two, but you did your best to stay on your side. The room fell into an awkward silence, with both of you staring up at the ceiling, neither willing to be the first to speak. You tried to ignore the heat radiating from his side of the bed, but it was impossible not to notice.
As the minutes ticked by, you could feel sleep drifting further away, replaced by an uncomfortable awareness of just how close Dean was. It was strange, because despite how much he annoyed you, there was something about his presence that was... comforting? You werenât sure what to make of it.
Unable to take the silence any longer, you sighed and let out the thoughts that had been circling your mind.
"Why do we do this?" You asked, your voice softer than he'd ever heard it.
Dean turned his head to look at you, his expression unreadable. "Do what?"
"This," you said, waving a hand around vaguely. "This life. Hunting. It's dangerous, it's lonely...it's hell, half the time. Why do we keep doing it?"
You havenât meant to ask him that, hadn't even meant to bring it up, but now that the words were out, you couldn't take them back. And somehow, you found yourself genuinely wanting to know his answer.
Dean didn't answer right away. You could see the gears turning in his mind. It was a question he'd asked himself more times than he could count, but hearing it from you somehow made it feel heavier, like the answer actually mattered.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more thoughtful than youâd ever heard it. "Because it's all we know. Because we're good at it. And because if we don't, who will?"
You nodded, considering his words. "Yeah, I guess that's part of it. But sometimes I wonder...what if there's more to life than this? What if we're missing out on something better?"
His gaze softened, and he turned onto his side to face you. "You think about getting out?"
You met his eyes, feeling a pang of something deep in your chest. "Sometimes. But it's not like I have anywhere else to go. This life...it's all I've got."
Dean sighed, and you could tell that he understood exactly what you meant. He definitely knew that feeling all too well. The idea of leaving the life behind was appealing in theory, but the reality was much harder to face. Hunting had consumed him for so long that he didn't know who he was without it.
"It's not all bad," Dean said after a moment, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean, you've got me for company, right?"
You rolled your eyes, yet not being able to hold back the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Lucky me."
Both of you fell silent again, but this time it felt different, less tense. Dean could feel the connection between you, something deeper than the constant teasing and bickering that usually defined your relationship. It was like you were finally seeing each other, really seeing each other, for the first time.
Dean hesitated before he shifted. You felt the mattress dip as he moved closer, your body stiffening, not sure what to expect, but then you felt his hand brush against yours under the covers. He half-expected you to pull away, but you didn't. Then, almost instinctively, you turned your hand over and laced your fingers through his.
The gesture was simple, but it felt like so much more.
"Y/n," he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"Yeah?" You whispered back, heart pounding in your chest.
"I know we drive each other crazy," he began, his words slow and deliberate. "But...you're a hell of a hunter. And you're tough. And smart. And...I respect the hell out of you, even if it doesn't always seem like it."
His words took you by surprise, and for a moment, your didn't know how to respond. But then you looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the sincerity in his eyes.
"I respect you too, Dean," you said quietly. "Even when you're being a cocky bitch sometimes."
He chuckled softly, and you could feel some of the tension in the room dissipate. "Fair enough."
You just lay there for a while longer, just holding hands, letting the quiet comfort of the moment wrap around you. You felt something shift between you two. It was subtle, but it was thereâa connection you hadn't expected, a sense of understanding that went beyond the surface-level teasing and bickering. It was strange, undeniable and..real.
Eventually, you moved even closer, resting your head on his shoulder. Dean stiffened at first, but then he relaxed, letting himself enjoy the closeness. It wasn't often that he allowed anyone to see this side of him.
And for a moment it was strange how natural it felt to be this close to Dean, the man who had driven you insane since the day you two met. Yet, here you were, tangled up in a shared vulnerability that neither of you had ever shown before.
Your mind drifted back to the hunts you had been on together, the near misses, the arguments, the unspoken tension that always seemed to hang between you. It was easier to keep your walls up, to push each other's buttons instead of admitting that maybe, just maybe, there was something more beneath the surface.
Dean was really letting himself fall into the comfort of your touch, then turned his head slightly to look down at you. "You know," he began, his voice quivering lightly, "you're not alone, y/n. I know it feels like that sometimes. But you've got people who care about you. Bobby, me... Even if we don't always show it."
The sudden sincerity in his words caught you off guard, and you felt a lump form in your throat. You werenât used to this, to hearing someone say they cared about you. It wasn't something that came with the territory in your line of work. But here was Dean, saying the words you hadnât realized you needed to hear.
"Thanks," you whispered, voice thick with emotion. "That means a lot."
Both of you lay in silence, the weight of the words hanging in the air between you. You felt a strange sense of peace settle over you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time. It wasn't just the comfort of being close to someone physically; it was the comfort of knowing that you werenât as alone as she sometimes felt.
After a while, you shifted slightly, head still resting on Deans shoulder, and looked up at him. "Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Maybe we don't have to hate each other," you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.
He chuckled softly, a sound that rumbled through his chest and against your cheek. "Maybe not."
It was a tentative truce, one built on shared experiences and a night of unexpected honesty. You werenât sure what would happen after this, whether youâd go back to your usual banter and bickering or if something would change between the two of you.
But for now, in this moment, it didnât matter.
As the night wore on, sleep finally started to creep in, and Dean felt himself drifting off, your warmth beside him comforting in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time. All wrapped up in each other, the distance that had once felt so insurmountable now gone. And as you closed your eyes, you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, things were starting to change between you.
Maybe there was a future where you and Dean could be more than just partners.
Iâm always down for some soft dean !!
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ok but imagine if sofia tries being all close to rafe knowing he has a gf & reader acts like sheâs unbothered but reader catches sofia alone and scared sofia with threats đđ
Jealousy is a disease || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
GIF by @skubricks
A/n: love love love!!!! also made a little reference from gossip girl in this fic, ifykyk
Warnings: this is def kook!bitchy!reader, reader and her friend are mean girls to Sofia but just remember this is a fanfic!!!! i do not condone bullying whatsoever!!
Word count: 1,593
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Steph's eyes widen in disbelief as she watches Sofia and Rafe engage in a conversation thatâs laced with unmistakable flirtation. The way Sofia leans in, her hand gently brushing his arm, and the subtle, playful smile on her lips make it abundantly clear what her intentions are. Steph turns to you, her voice filled with incredulity, "You're seriously telling me you're not bothered by this right now?"
You glance over at the pair, your gaze calm and unwavering. With a lazy swing of your leg, bent casually over the other knee, you reply with a shrug, "Not in the slightest." Your voice is cool, almost indifferent, as if the scene before you were of no consequence. Your eyes, however, remain fixed on Rafe.
"Are you feeling okay?" Steph teases, her voice laced with playful concern as she presses the back of her hand against your forehead. You let out a snort, swatting her hand away with a light slap as both of you break into smiles. "Ever heard of that saying, jealousy is a disease?" you quip, leaning further back into the couch, sinking into its cushions with a relaxed ease.
Steph turns her head to look at you, curiosity and amusement dancing in her eyes. "Why would I be jealous of someone like her?" you scoff, your tone dripping with condescension. The very idea seems absurd to you, and the edge in your voice makes it clear that Sofia poses no threat to you and your relationship with Rafe.
"You don't feel anything whenever you see the two of them talking?" Steph presses, her eyebrows raised skeptically as she watches Sofia toss her hair back in an exaggerated laugh.
You follow her gaze briefly before returning your attention to your perfectly manicured nails, feigning disinterest. "If anything, it's amusing to watch," you reply with a sly smirk playing on your lips. "She clearly doesn't have much up there if she thinks she's got a shot with Rafe."
To emphasize your point, you lightly tap your temple with a perfectly polished finger, your eyes glinting with a mix of confidence and subtle disdain. Steph bites back a laugh, but a soft chuckle escapes her lips despite her efforts. She leans back against the couch, shaking her head in amusement.
"You're a bitch," she says, her voice filled with affectionate reproach. "But I have to admit, watching her try so hard is kind of entertaining." You shrug casually, reclining deeper into the plush cushions and crossing your legs elegantly. The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses fills the room, but your focus remains unfazed.
"Let her have her fun," you say dismissively, casting another glance toward Rafe and Sofia. Rafe catches your eye for a brief moment, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he returns his attention to Sofia's endless chatter.
Noticing the exchange, Steph nudges you playfully with her elbow. "Did you see that? He's totally just humouring her." You can't help but smile, a satisfied glimmer in your eyes. "Of course he is. Rafe knows exactly what he's doing." Steph laughs, reaching over to grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you.
You chuckle, picking up your drink and swirling the contents with a slow, deliberate motion, your gaze thoughtful yet amused. "I give her another ten minutes before she storms off in a huff. Or," you pause, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of your lips, "if Rafe really wants to play, he could stretch it out for a couple of days."
Stephâs eyes widen in delight at the suggestion, and the two of you share a conspiratorial look before bursting into giggles. "Poor girl," Steph sighs, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she lifts her glass for a sip. "She should know better than to go for someone whoâs clearly out of her league."
You nod in agreement, the edges of your smirk softening into something almost pitying. "Sheâs just setting herself up for disappointment," you remark, your tone laced with a hint of amusement. "But I suppose sheâll learn that the hard way."
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"Did you invite her?" you ask, slipping on your rings one by one, the cool metal sliding smoothly over your fingers. "Who?" Rafe replies, a hint of confusion in his voice as he buttons up his shirt, making his way over to you at your vanity. You catch his eye in the reflection of the mirror, giving him a pointed look.
"Oh, Sofia? Yeah, I did. Why?" he says, finally understanding. He leans down, pressing a trail of soft kisses along your bare shoulder, his lips warm against your skin. You hum in acknowledgment, the feel of his lips against your skin momentarily distracts you, and you close your eyes for a brief second.
"You look good," Rafe murmurs against your neck, his breath hot and close as he inhales the intoxicating scent of your perfumeâa fragrance he knows all too well, one that lingers in his thoughts long after youâve gone. A slow smile curves your lips, your confidence unwavering. "When don't I?" you tease, your tone light.
He chuckles deeply, the sound resonating through his chest as he straightens up, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. "True," he concedes, his voice filled with a hint of amusement. He glances at his watch, calculating the time with practiced ease. "Think we have time?" he suggests, his tone dropping slightly.
You know exactly what he means, and the suggestion sends a thrill of excitement through you. With a playful roll of your eyes, you nod, your smile widening as you turn to face him, your eyes meeting his with a mix of anticipation and mischief.
~
After one final glance in the mirror, satisfied with your appearance, you step out of your shared room with Rafe. Your heels click rhythmically on the wooden floor, each step echoing through the hallway as you make your way outside for the party.
As you turn the corner, lost in thought, you suddenly collide with someone. The impact is gentle but enough to jolt you from your thoughts. "Oh, Iâm so sorryâ" a soft voice quickly apologises, and you find yourself face-to-face with Sofia.
Her wide eyes are filled with surprise and a hint of nervousness as she looks up at you, her hands instinctively reaching out as if to steady you, though it's clear sheâs the one whoâs flustered. For a brief moment, you both stand there, the awkwardness hanging in the air like a heavy curtain.
"Sofia, thought I might see you here," you say, your smile tight but polite, the kind of smile that masks a multitude of thoughts. Sofiaâs cheeks flush slightly as she smiles nervously. "Yeah, umâRafe invited me," she explains, her voice wavering just a touch. You nod slowly, taking in her words with an air of detachment. "Uh-huh, Rafe invited you," you repeat, your tone carrying a subtle note of mockery.
Sofiaâs expression shifts to one of uneasy recognition as she nods in confirmation. Your gaze narrows slightly. "And apparently Rafe is really into you and has forgotten all about me?" you continue, your tone sharp as you echo the words that have been circulating and eventually found their way back to you.
Sofiaâs eyes widen, her nervousness now palpable as she struggles for words. "Iâuhâ" she stammers, clearly taken aback by your direct approach. You scoff, your expression shifting to one of disbelief. "Did you really think you could get away with saying that?" you ask, your voice dripping with a mix of disdain and frustration as you cross your arms over your chest.
Sofiaâs face flushes as she tries to regain her composure, her voice shaky. "What? NoâI didnât say that. I donât know where you heard that fromâ" You let out a chuckle, a low, almost mocking sound that underscores your disbelief. "You know," you say, shrugging nonchalantly, "I always knew you were a bit of a whore."
Your eyes narrow, the harshness of your words cutting through the tension. "But I didnât take you for a liar, too." Sofiaâs eyes widen in shock, her mouth parting as if sheâs struggling to find a response. The impact of your words hangs heavy in the air, leaving her visibly rattled.
"I was fine with you getting my boyfriend's attention, or at least trying to" you begin, your voice steady but laced with a touch of exasperation. "It was actually pretty entertaining to watch, but now you've just pissed me off." You let out a sigh, your arms falling back to your sides.
"Donât talk to him again, yeah?" you add, your smile sweet but carrying an underlying menace. As you walk past her, the satisfaction in your step is palpable. Sofiaâs eyes follow you, a mix of anger and humiliation flickering across her face.
You step into the lively party, where the energy contrasts sharply with the tension you just left behind. Rafe is waiting for you, a welcoming arm draped around your shoulders. He offers you a cup with his drink, his expression full of warmth and concern. "Everything all good?" he asks, his voice low and reassuring.
You hum in response, your gaze shifting to where Sofia is making her way out of the hallway and down the stairs. From behind the rim of the solo cup, you allow a satisfied smile to curve your lips, the small victory settling comfortably within you.
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and they were roomates...
yuki x reader // wc: 7.k
cont: fem reader, mutual pining, confessing, inexperienced reader, oral, fingering, humping, so much dirty talk, the dirtiest dirty talk ever, multiple orgasms/rounds, Yuki fucks you with a strap, rough sex, squirting, she talks you though it, Yuki is whipped
note: for the lovely @istyrrstars of course tehe... <3
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Yuki barely flinched when you opened the front door abruptly and slammed it shut behind you like you had a personal grudge agaisnt the piece of wood. You were supposed to be out on a date with your partner, but judging from your red cheeks and swollen eyes, it hadn't gone well. "Hey, sweet chee-" You cut your blonde roommate off with a curt, "Not now Yuki." as you walked behind her on the couch and made a b-line for your room.
Yuki's eyes raised in surprise, she can't remember a time when you ever snapped at her like that. She winched when you slammed your bedroom door shut with more animosity than you had shown the front door. Just what had happened on your date? Yuki knew you better than to let you wallow in your own sadness, you needed to talk to someone or you were going to spiral, and fast.
Yuki always was good at getting you to open up for her. A melodic knock was rapped on your door, the sound coming through muffled as you were buried face-first in the sheets, your arms crossed around your head. "Yuki, go away." You sighed, knowing if she came in, you were going to spill, and the last thing you wanted to do was talk about what just happened.Â
"I'm not gonna let you drink yourself dumb and avoid your problems, let me in." She said, a hint of what sounded like teasing in her voice. God, she really did know you well. You were planning to hit up your girlfriends and get all hot for a night out on the town that you would preferably not remember in the morning, thanks to the copious amount of alcohol you were going to consume.Â
You stayed silent, sighing against your warm sheets, knowing she was going to do as she pleased anyway. Your thoughts were confirmed only seconds later when Yuki waited for a response that never came and decided to push your door open, letting herself in your room. You felt the bed dip as she swiftly made her way to the edge of your bed, her hands bracing her body up behind her on your sheets.
"You gonna talk to me, or suffocate yourself?" She asked in amusement, raising her eyebrows at you. You groaned dramatically against the sheets, rolling your body properly over, your hands slapping the sheets by your sides, dangerously close to hers. "Fuck, stupid fucking prick thinks he can break up with ME??" You said, your words coming out incredulously.
Yuki opened her mouth to respond, but you were faster than her. You shot up from your position and sat on your knees, getting in her face. "He made me look like a fucking fool in my favorite cafe!! What a dick!!" You continued, waving your arms around in front of you. Yuki was not listening to a word you were saying, but she knew. you didn't really want her to say anything, so it worked out perfectly.
Her eyes were scanning over your entire being, your mascara that had smeared under your eyes, your flushed cheeks, your expression when you were mad, the way your tits moved in your shirt with your dramatic movements, the way your thighs squished as you sat on them, yeah, she wasn't listening a goddamn bit. She would've felt bad, but as she looked at the premium eye candy in front of her that was her roomie, she really couldn't find any remorse for her actions.Â
Once she got a fill of secretly checking you out, she looked up into your eyes for the first time since she entered the room. You were still babbling about your insignificant ex-boyfriend when finally focused, so she decided to cut you off, wanting to know why you were so upset exactly. "What's the big deal? Weren't you just telling me how you wanted to break up with him last week?" She questioned, tipping her head to the side.
"Yuki that's what I've been saying. That's the problem." You said, placing your hands on her shoulders and shaking them, making her angle her body to face you. "He was all 'I'm so sorry I have to do this- It's not you, it's me, bla bla~,' acting like I actually give a fuck!!" You yelled, your face full of anger. "Acting so high and mighty like it's my loss," You scoffed before you continued, "Idiot never even made me cum. Shoulda yelled that in the middle of the cafe... tsk."Â
Your gaze was fixed on the wall behind Yuki as you cursed your ex out over and over in your head, replaying what had happened just an hour ago. Every muscle in Yuki's body went taught at that last thing you had said. He what? "Hah?" She responded, her expression surprised. You averted your gaze from the wall and looked back at her, smiling in anger. "Right?! Together for a year, and he never once figured out how to make me cum." You said angrily, huffing.Â
"I swear I could be a professional orgasm-faker." You tsked, sitting back on your heels as you dropped your hands from Yuki's shoulders, distancing yourselves a bit. "He never found out." You said spitefully, your lip curled in disdain.
Yuki's face felt hot, in fact, her whole body felt hot. She couldn't pinpoint what she was feeling. Anger? Jealousy? All she knew was she couldn't believe your ex had managed to bag someone as magnificent and perfect as you, and they didn't even know how to treat you right. She could feel her own lip curling in disdain, she wanted to find the man who selfishly used you for his own pleasure and knock him senseless.
Yuki has been fawning over you secretly since the day you moved in together 2 years ago. She liked to think she made it quite obvious too. Always complimenting you, 'accidentally' walking in on you changing, purposefully turning the music down in her headphones so she could listen to someone who wasn't her, fuck you into your sheets. She dried your hair in front of the TV after your showers, held you when you couldn't sleep- and after all this time you hadn't caught on.
Maybe it was partly Yuki's fault, she always did joke around with you a lot, hiding her true feelings with smiles and teasing disguised as jokes just in case you found out and didn't feel the same, or worse, hated her. She didn't think she was one to care so much, but she overly cared when it came to anything involving you. She was a woman whipped.
"How did he not notice? Is he incompetent?" Yuki spat, her anger showing with her words. You laughed at her words, "Hah! Probably, or maybe I'm just that good of an actor. Y'know, after 20 times of teaching him where the clit was, I gave up. Shit is so fucking exhausting." You sighed, rubbing your hand over your face. Yuki's blood was very much still boiling, but she blushed at the thought of you teaching her how to touch you instead of him, at least she would actually do it right. She would make you feel so good. Unlike your ex, she knew how to listen.Â
"Has anyone made you cum before?" She asked curiously, keeping her expression almost unreadable save for the animosity in her tone and her raised eyebrows. You licked your lips before dropping your hand from your face and looking at her. Her heart dropped in her stomach when you shook your head no.Â
"You poor thing." She said quietly, making your heart swell. Your face grew hot at her words. You don't know what you expected her to say, but it wasn't that. "I know, I just wish I could find someone who could fuck me right." You sighed, flopping lifelessly back agaisnt your sheets, your body sprawling out against them.
Yuki could hear her heartbeat vividly in her hears, it was the only thing she could hear. This was her chance, you had set her next words up for her there was no other perfect moment than right now. Running her soft hand up your thigh she smiled when you twitched under her at the unexpected feeling, staying still otherwise.
"You want someone to fuck you properly?" She repeated, making sure she didn't imagine you saying those words. You nodded, pouting at the ceiling as you replayed today's events over in your head for the nth. "Are you okay with girls?" Yuki asked, licking her lips as her eyes followed her fingers rubbing over your shin, inching closer and closer to your knee before they caressed back down.
You two had talked about everything under the sun, but somehow, this had never been brought up. In your direction at least. You knew Yuki liked girls, but the fact that you did too never came into conversation strangely enough. "Yeah, I'm bisexual. I've never been with a girl before like that but... honestly, I might have better luck in the bedroom department if I go that direction." You said, pursing your lips in thought.
"What about me, are you okay with me?" She asked, her hand breaching over your knee, teasing the skin just above it as she leaned closer to you. You froze as her words came together in your head. Was she serious? You could never tell when it came to her. She had joked about sleeping with you many times before but... she didn't seem like she was joking right now.
"H-how so?" You asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You felt a your heartbeat between your legs once the implication of her words were realized. "I'm saying I can fuck you, and make you cum." She said nonchalantly, licking her lips. "If that sounds alright with you."Â
Truthfully, you had always had a thing for Yuki but you, much like her, were too scared to actually confess. Each time she teased you, you replayed her words over in your head like a mantra. Her small touches made your skin feel like it was set on fire even hours later. You thought of her while you touched yourself, closing your eyes hard as you tried to picture Yuki's fingers inside of you instead of your own.
You deflected her teasing every time, shoving off her touch or tsking at her words as you took them all at face value, not wanting to give yourself a false sense of hope. She's the reason you were always in relationships. You tried to distract and busy yourself with anyone who would show you attention, waiting for your feelings to dissipate, only they never did. Even as you lay in bed with someone else, the only thing you thought of was her.
"S-stop messing around." You said, quickly averting your eyes when you realized you'd been looking at her. Her fingers digging into your mid-thigh made you fight to keep your legs open, the heartbeat between them increasing. "Who said I'm messing around, hm?" She said, leaning over you so she had a clear view of your face. When did she get so close?
"I'm good with my mouth and fingers, but I have a strap too if you prefer." The way she was speaking so nonchalantly made you hot in the face. Your hands shot up without your permission to press over her mouth, stopping her from speaking anymore. "Y-yuki please, I don't know how to tell if you're joking." You said, your face scrunching in embarrassment.
Her expression softened to one that looked fed up. Her eyebrows returned to a lower place on her face, her eyes looking at you like you were dumb. Her hands wrapped around your wrist and pulled them off of your mouth, pinning them by your sides as she crawled on top of you, straddling your waist. Before you could protest, her lips were on yours.
Yuki was kissing you, she was really kissing you and it felt so good. Her lips were soft as she massaged your own with them. You didn't even have the time to process her actions before she pulled away and looked at you, her eyebrows raised in question, "Do you still think I'm joking?" You could now feel your heartbeat in several places throughout your body, and they all echoed in your ears and made you deaf to all other sounds around you.
 You pressed your thighs together and leaned your head up to close the distance again, pressing your lips to hers. Yuki's breath tickled your nose as she laughed shortly, kissing you back. You moaned in surprise against her lips when she pried your legs open with her thighs and made your legs go over her own, wrapping around her waist.Â
You'd never seen her bring anyone home in your 2 years spent living with her, and she never talked about her endeavors with other people either, unlike you. So you really had no idea what to expect in terms of her experience, but with the way she was talking and moving, you guessed she must've had at least some idea of what she was doing.Â
You wrapped your legs tighter around her waist, trying to press her against you to give yourself some friction. It seemed like she caught on because she pressed a knee against your clothed cunt, hard enough so she could feel you throb agaisnt her, even through your layers of clothes. You moaned against her lips, your hips jutting up against her at the incredible pressure.
"That feels good right?" She whispered against your lips, "When I press against your clit like that." God, you felt like melting. Only ten seconds into this and her dirty talk already far surpassed anyone you'd ever been with. You cracked your eyes open and nodded, continuing to kiss her. Her golden eyes were slightly peeled open as well and staring straight into yours. "Just wait till I use my mouth." She giggled, rubbing her knee in circles against you.
You moaned against her lips, your legs slipping from her waist the more she touched you. You weren't the only one who was throbbing, Yuki needed to get some of her own relief soon or she was going to explode. "You wanna touch me?" She asked, pulling away from the kiss. You felt her hot breath tickle your lips from the proximity of her face still, making you swallow hard.
You wanted to, so bad, but you had no idea where to start. "Don't worry, I'll teach you." She added, reading your mind. You nodded, letting her move you how she needed to. You made your arm follow hers as she unpinned one of them and flipped your hand up, facing the ceiling as she dragged it between your bodies. She kept her eyes on yours as your own followed where her hand was taking you.
You made a small sound when she pressed your palm against her pussy, cupping her over her sweats. "Right here." She said, trying to keep her voice steady. She grabbed your pointer and index finger and pressed them against what you assumed was her clit, if the gasp she gave was any indication. You watched with an aroused face as she helped you touch her. "Just rub them right there, exactly how you would touch yourself." She instructed, her eyes leaving yours as she looked between the two of you.
She sucked a breath in through her teeth when you curled your fingers up, rubbing agaisnt her clit. It was hard to tell what you were touching through her clothes, but that's where her voice came in. She was walking you through the whole thing, making it so you had absolutely nothing to have anxieties about. "Fuck..." She gasped, pressing her lips together.
The sounds leaving her lips were making a pool of your arousal seep into your panties. She was so hot like this, her face all blissed out. She retracted her knee and released your hand, bringing it between your own legs. She found your clit with ease, making you gasp alongside her. Your fingers stuttered agaisnt her when she made contact with you, her fingers drawing little circles against your clit through your pants. "Yu-ki." You moaned, looking at her for guidance.
"You're doing so good." She praised, nodding her head at you. You nodded back, your body jerking and eyes fluttering when she pressed hard agaisnt your clit. "Fuck, I can't take this. I need to touch you directly." She groaned, sitting back. Your hand she had pinned down was released, but you kept it there, frozen in place.Â
You watched in awe as she crossed her arms over her body and took off her shirt, throwing it in some random direction. Her breasts threatened to spill from her apparently too-tight bra, it made your mouth water. Sure, Yuki had walked around in her underwear plenty of times, but you always looked away. Her body made you feel hot in places you didn't think you should feel hot in, but now, her body was yours to look at all you wanted.
"My eyes are up here." She giggled as she slid off her sweats and boxers alike, leaving her bottom half completely bare. You darted your eyes down briefly before they shot back up, too nervous to stare at her pussy directly. She smiled at that, watching you turn your head to the side against the sheets. Yuki leaned over you once more, trapping your smaller body underneath hers, her hands by your head.Â
"You can look at my tits but not my pussy? Hmm?" She teased, tilting her head at you, trying to get you to look at her. "Would you rather touch it?" She asked, finally getting your attention. She'd never seen you so coy and embarrassed, she couldn't help but think how cute you looked. This time of your own volition, you nodded before reaching your hand down between her legs and pressing them against her.
You watched her face intently. Her eyes fluttered when you touched her clit, and she hissed through her teeth when you ran your fingers through her folds. She was so wet and warm, even more so than yourself, you thought. "Fuck." She gripped your wrist and pulled it off of her before she grabbed under your arms and made you sit up, sitting back on her heels. "It's not fair you're the only one undressed." She said.
"Up." Came her command to raise your arms so she could remove your shirt. She paused to stare at your tits, a perverted expression appearing on her face. "Heh, cute tits." She said bluntly, making you look away in embarrassment as she worked on getting your bottom half bare like you. "Now we're even." She said, smiling as she admired your body.
She bit her lip shamelessly staring at your pussy, her head cocking to the side to get a better look. "D-dont stare at it." You said, covering your face. Yuki spread your legs, pushing your body in on itself as she held you by your ankles, your cunt on full display for her. "Why not? You have such a cute pussy." She smirked. "Look she's twitching for me and everything, how adorable." You were forced to grip the sheets by your body as Yuki manhandled you, ogling you as she wished.
Before you could protest about her shameless staring anymore, she was leaning down towards your pussy, making your heart stop in your chest. You felt her tongue abruptly lick along the length of your pussy before she pulled back to swallow your essence greedily. "Fuck, wanted to taste this pussy for so long." She mumbled to herself before she dove back in. You moaned dramatically when Yuki's plush lips sucked your clit into her mouth, your hands shooting down to grip her hair.
"Mmmm..." She moaned against you, shaking her head back and forth as she flicked her tongue agaisnt your stiff bud. "Fuck! Yuki!" You moaned, your head falling back against the sheets, shaking from side to side at the intensity of pleasure you felt. "Feels good getting your pussy properly ate hm?" She asked, her tone coming out teasing and confident. You nodded, your moans choked as they left your mouth, "S-so good, your tongue feels so good-" You cried.
"Told you I'm good with my mouth." She smirked before she dove back in, running her tongue over your folds. Her pussy was dripping at this point, making a mess of the sheets as she humped against nothing, trying to relieve herself. She adjusted her position, placing your legs over her shoulders as she laid down on the bed, her stomach pressed against the sheets. You were confused about the change in position but your questions were promptly answered when you felt two of her slender fingers prod at your entrance, making your eyes shoot open in surprise.
She faced little resistance as she penetrated you, immediately curling them against your g-spot, making you see stars. It was at the exact moment she sucked your clit back into her mouth that you felt your orgasm build out of nowhere, threatening to spill at any second. You pressed your thighs around her head tighter, your hips jerking against her face as your body prepared itself to cum.
Your fingers raking against her scalp made her moan against you, her legs crossing as she humped against the bed, using her thighs for relief. "C-cumming fu-ck Yuki I'm-" You barely got the words out to warn her before you were spasming all over her tongue and fingers. She moaned against you as she worked you through it, her fingers assaulting your sweet spot as she helped you cum.
Her tongue greedily lapped up all the juices that spilled out of you as you rode your orgasm out on her tongue as she shook her head. You were twitching agaisnt the sheets when she pulled back, sliding her fingers out of you slowly. You laid there shocked, you have never in your life cum so hard, so fast. "Such a good girl, how do you feel?" She asked, crawling up your body so her legs were between yours, her face hovering over you.
You nodded, still blissed out. "You're really good at that." You praised, making her giggle. "So I've been told." She responded, making you pause. That's the first time she'd ever said anything insinuating she'd done something like this with other people. You figured, but it still felt strange to hear. Maybe not strange, more like, you felt jealous. Had her other partners had more experience than you? Could they make her feel better? Did she like them more than you?
Your thoughts were stopped in their tracks by her lips against yours. You scrunched your eyebrows together, surprised by the kiss. "What are you thinking about, hm?" She said, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear. "Don't think about anything other than me. You might make me jealous." She smirked, kissing you again. In that instant, you forgot all of your negative thoughts and worries as they were washed away by her lips.
"I... I want to touch you too." You whispered, pulling back from her lips. Your arms tightened from their place around her neck. A visible blush spread across her face at your honest words. She smirked before she wrapped her arms around your body and picked you up with ease, flipping your positions so she was on the bottom now, you straddling her waist.Â
"Have at me~" She said, spreading her legs under you. Now that you were actually faced with touching her, you were nervous, but you were determined to make Yuki cum just like she had. Her hand caressed the side of your face before she slid it to the nape of your neck and pulled you down to her, making you almost chest to chest if not for your arms caging around her.
"I don't just let anyone touch me y'know. Better make good use of your time." She said cockily, pressing your head against her breasts. You hoped she was sensitive there, you wanted so badly to see her squirm from getting her nipples sucked. You wasted no time in reaching behind her and undoing her bra, with a little struggle which of course did not go unnoticed by Yuki, who had to tease you about it.Â
Once the clasps snapped free, you slid the straps off her arms and were faced with her large breasts, lying right in front of you. You swallowed hard as you stared at them, they looked so soft, and her nipples were already hard, and a pretty shade of pink. Yuki had never felt so self-conscious before. It was rare that she let her partners please her to this extent. She preferred to be quite dominant in the bedroom so this was taking some getting used to.
"Hurry." She said, her face void of all humor and snarkiness, now replaced with raw arousal and need. You mimicked her actions earlier and pressed a knee between her legs, making her gasp as he pussy came into contact with the skin of your knee. You leaned forward and kissed her breasts teasingly before you found her nipple with your lips and suckled around it.
You earned a muffled sound of pleasure from Yuki, making you feel your own arousal start to pool between your legs once more. You whined around her nipple when she started humping your thigh, her wet cunt leaving a trail of her slick where she rubbed agaisnt you. Your other hand grabbed her tit, as much as could fit in your hand, and massaged the soft fat. "Suck harder." She instructed, her words coming out strained as she struggled to hold her voice back.
You obliged, sucking harder around her nipple, your other hand tweaking her right nipple between your fingers. You noticed her breathing pick up the longer you went on, even more so when you alternated between her tits, taking the neglected one into your mouth, your other hand pinching the nipple you sucked already.
Yuki's sounds started becoming more desperate and loud as you bit and sucked her sensitive breasts. Her moans were always cut short, most of her sounds being loud sighs and intakes of breath. She had been steadily grinding her cunt against your thigh for a few minutes now, her hips jerking each time you bit down on her clit. "Shit- shit-"
Her face relaxed and her legs started to shake as she came, her mouth dropping in a small o. Her nails scratched the skin of your back harshly as her body jerked against yours with the spasms of her high. You were caught off guard when she came from the lack of warning, but when you picked up on it, you did your best to make her feel as good as possible, pressing your knee harder against her as you played with her tits.
"A-alright alright fuck, ease up." She gasped, trying to sound nonchalant when she came down from her high and you continued to pleasure her. You pulled your knee back and popped off of her nipple with a sloppy wet sound after you realized she had come down. Looking up at her, you noticed her flushed face and lidded eyes as she smirked at you, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.Â
"My nipples are so wet now, thanks to you." She teased, looking down at her chest, covered in your saliva and bite marks. You looked away when you realized the damage you had done. "S-sorry, I got a bit carried away." You apologized, averting your eyes. Yuki pulled your face down to meet hers as she kissed you sloppily, full of teeth and tongue. "I'll forgive you if you cum all over my cock." She smirked, biting her lip. The use of that word to describe her strap made you feel hot between your thighs.
You nodded, your breathing picking up at the prospect of her making you cum again. "Good girl." She praised, "Now get off me 'n get comfortable while I go get my strap, kay?" She asked, sliding out from under you as you rolled off of her and sat on the bed. You nodded, but you didn't really know how to do that. 'Get comfortable?' what position should you even get in?
You opted to just lay on your side and curl up as you faced the door, waiting for her to emerge again. When she did, your jaw almost dropped. Yuki walked in wearing a black harness that wrapped snugly around her thighs and hips, and in the center where her pussy was before, a bright pink cock now sat. Yuki was stroking it as she walked in, smearing the lube over it.
Her eyes raised unexpectedly at your position. "Did I not tell you to get comfortable?" She asked, continuing to stoke the silicone cock, making your mouth water. "I didn't know how you wanted me." You said honestly, moving so you were now sat on your knees on the edge of the bed as she stalked you slowly, walking up to where you sat.
You kept your eyes on hers when she came chest-to-chest with you, smirking. "You're such a good girl aren't you?" She cooed, grabbing your chin with her free hand. "Always want to please me, huh?" You felt like your heart was in your throat, you swallowed hard, trying to make the lump go away as she praised you, making your face feel hot as you nodded at her words.Â
"I wanna fuck you from the back. Think you'll feel me deeper that way." She said, dropping your chin. You nodded before you scooted back, centering yourself more in the middle of the bed as you laid your front half down and kept your ass in the air, pussy on display for her as you arched your back sensually. You could feel yourself throb and clench around nothing when she whistled, walking around the end of the bed so she was staring at your dripping pussy before she crawled on top.
Her warm hands gripping your hips made you tense before you relaxed, every ounce of your being on edge for what was about to happen. Yuki smiled as she watched you wriggle your hips back against her unknowingly. A gasp left your lips when she spread your folds apart with her thumb and tapped the head of the cock against your tight little hole teasingly.
"Fuck, I don't know if I'm gonna fit." she laughed, rubbing the cockhead against your entrance. "Ur' hole is so small." She pulled your folds apart further, trying to see if you would open up for her. "I can take it, Yuki." You said, worried she wouldn't go through with this if she thought it might hurt you. The use of her name after such a statement made her pussy drip, she was so glad she had cum before this or she would've been aching right now.
"You think so, baby? Think you can take my fat cock?" She teased, pressing the head against your entrance. "Yes Yuki, please, please give it to me, s-stop teasing." You begged, trying to push your hips back against hers to make her strap slip in. "I don't know... It might be a tight fit. What if it's too much for you?" She cooed, pouting in faux worry as she worked you up even more.
You gasped each time she thrust the tip against you, almost penetrating you but not quite. Your whines sounded like cried as you continued begging her, rubbing your thighs together as you did so, she almost felt bad. "Okay you crybaby, only because you got dumped today and I'm feeling generous." She teased. If you were in a righter mind you would've shot back with something snarky but all of the air was stolen from your lungs when Yuki breached your tight entrance with her cock.Â
You whined her name as she slowly slid the length of her cock inside you, one tantalizing inch at a time. "Shit you really are taking it, good fucking girl." She cooed, her eyebrows raising as she stared intently at your tight hole sucking in her cock. "H-hahhh- S-so big-" You choked, gripping onto the sheets for dear life. A loud moan was ripped from between your lips when she thrust the entirety of her cock inside you, the hard tip poking right against your g-spot, making you see stars in your vision.
"Yuki- f-fuck, fuck me, f-fuck me." You begged, the same whines and cries shes heard a thousand times in this very room. Only this time, her name was replaced with whatever shitty guy you had over, and fuck did it feel good. She started up a harsh pace, her hips making the fat of your ass ripple each time she fucked the cock inside you. "Yeah? You like that? You like my cock fucking so deep inside you?" She grit through her teeth, pursing her lips as she spoke.
You were already losing your mind, babbling incessant praises and broken cries of her name. "Oh fuck, you already go dumb on my dick? Heh, you like it that much?" Each time she referred to her strap as her dick it made your head feel fuzzy. "God I can barely move, you're squeezing me so tight. Wish I could feel you, fuck." She groaned, biting her lips as she fucked into you harder, placing one of her feet on the mattress for leverage as she drilled your poor cunt.
"Ah- ah- ah- ah-" Each time her hips smacked against yours vulgarly, a lewd sound was forced from between your lips, making your eyes flutter back in your head from the intensity of her thrusts. "Ah- ah- ahhahah, you're so fucked out pretty girl, makin' the cutest sounds for me." Yuki groaned, mimicking your moans in a high-pitched, whiny voice.
Her arm wrapped under your hip as she leaned over you slightly, her fingers finding your clit with ease. Your hand shot down to grab her wrist when she started rubbing quick circles over the hard bud quickly, feeling your orgasm start to build up already. "N-no-" You tried to cry, your protest getting cut short.
She mimicked you using a condescending voice, "No? No? You gonna cum? Is that why you want me to stop?" She moaned, leaning her body over yours completely, her weight being pressed agaisnt your back as she kept fucking harshly into your pussy, making loud squelching noises echo through the room. You nodded, your head turning to the side as you tried to look at her, your teary eyes finding hers.
With her other hand, she wiped your tears away before placing the thumb in her mouth, licking them off. "You wanna make me happy, right? Wanna be a good girl for me?" She cooed, nodding at her own words. You cried hard, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as the cockhead rubbed that special spot deep inside you. You nodded nonetheless, you wanted to be good for her, wanted to be the best she'd ever had.
"I know you do." She nodded, smirking at you, "So you're gonna cum all over my dick right now, yeah? Gonna make a mess?" She teased, feeling her arousal increase at her own words. God she really wished she had a dick right now, what she wouldn't give to fuck you full of her cum, or better yet, mess your teary eyes face up with her seed as she stroked herself off over you, your pink tongue out as you awaited her cum like her good little cumslut.
Your body writhed against her as you nodded, unable to form words any longer. She knew you were close because she could barely move inside you, you were squeezing the strap so fucking tight, and your eyes had rolled back in your head, and your jaw dropped open in a silent scream. "I got you baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock I got you." She cooed, working you through it before you felt the dam break.
"That's ittt- such a good fucking girl ohmygodd..." Yuki cooed as she leaned back, wanting to get a good view of the main event as your juices sprayed out around her cock, making a mess on her fingers and the bedsheets below as she continued to work you through your orgasm, her cock and fingers working in tandem to make you cum as hard as possible. Your body jerked uncontrollably as you came, your thighs shaking with such intensity as you squirted all over her, cumming for the second time in less than an hour.
Yuki slowly pulled out when your orgasm subsided, letting your body fall limp against the sheets as you crossed your legs and twitched in the aftershocks. Yuki smiled as your face scrunched in pleasure, eyes shut as you relaxed while she worked on undoing the strap so she could comfort you without a fake cock stabbing you in the back. Slipping her legs out of the holes she threw it to the ground and chased your body, wrapping around you from behind.
You were starting to gain some of your brainpower back, and her body cradling yours while her tits squished agaisnt your back only realaxed you further. "You did so well." She pressed a kiss to the back of your head as she spoke, squeezing your body tightly, her hands resting right under your tits. "How do you feel? Does it hurt anywhere?" She asked, pressing a line of kisses from your neck to your shoulders, her fingers tickling the skin of your tummy.
"N-no..." You lied, ignoring the soreness you felt in your cunt. It wasn't bad enough to bother her with anyways, you didn't want to worry her for no reason. "Good." She said, kissing the back of your head once more before she buried her head into your neck and stayed silent for an uncharacteristic amount of time. "Are you-"
"I really like you," Yuki whispered, cutting you off.
"I know."Â
"Is that okay?"
"It's more than okay."
"Can I just keep holding you like this?"
You turned over in her arms, pressing a kiss to her lips, your legs entangling with hers. "Please. Don't let me go."
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Hongjoong one-shot
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Warnings:: SMUT
Pairing:: rough!dom!Hongjoong x sub!fem!reader
Genre::edging, degrading, "daddy" Hongjoong, punishment, belt spanking, cuffs, restraints, pussy slaps, blindfolding, collar, pet names, ownership, oral, face fucking, fingering, creampie, delayed orgasms, fake sympathy, aftercare đ
A/N:: bruh tumblr posted this without warning and I wanted to make it a surprise for someone đ well this sucks but I'll update this later today with the second half of the fanfic bc tumblr sucks đ update! I posted the rest of it đȘ
Inspiration/photos from:: @crimsonbubble
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âNo, no, no come back here,â Hongjoong gently yet forcibly grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him. When he gets you close enough he slides his hand to rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him. âYou wanna tell me what you were doing in the bathroom for so long?â
In truth, during your shower you couldn't help but think nasty thoughts and eventually caved in and masturbated your heart out. You even used the shower head right on your clit as you fingered yourself. By the end of your shower you ended up on the floor of the tub with the shower head spraying up between your thighs as you continued to catch your breath. When you got out and dried off you still weren't feeling satisfied and continued to fuck yourself stupid.
That was until Hongjoong knocked on the door. âHey sweetie, are you okay in there?â He asked softly and you froze. You took your fingers out of yourself and began to dry off.
âY-Yup all good!â You fake a smile even though he can't see it.
âYou sure baby? I thought I heard some crying or something in there,â you hear him lean closer into the door and you wrap the towel around yourself.
âOh uh yeah I got someâŠcleanser up my nose and I was just trying to get it out haha~â you lied and Hongjoong let out a low chuckle.
âOkay angel, I'll be out in the kitchen,â he knocks again before leaving, heading out to the kitchen like he had said. You finish drying off and do your skincare but the sight of your oil cleanser didn't cleanse your mind at all. The warm white liquid dripped down the sides of your palms and when you put it to your face it dripped down your chin. You watched as the liquid fell down your neck from your lipsâŠjust like Hongjoongs cum. You tried to pull your mind out of the gutter and washed off the cleanser.
You got out of the shower and changed into your comfy pajamas before meeting hongjoong out in the kitchen. You eagerly grabbed a cup of water and chugged it and Hongjoong instantly got suspicious. âThirsty hm?â He smiled with his teeth and you continued drinking before smiling.
âYeah my shower was just really hot,â you admit and Hongjoong raises a brow. âI'm really tired, I'm going to go lay down,â you smile as you head to your room.
âNo, no, no come back here,â Hongjoong gently yet forcibly grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him. When he gets you close enough he slides his hand to rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him. âYou wanna tell me what you were doing in the bathroom for so long?â He looked directly into your eyes and you knew you couldn't lie, not with him looking at you like this.
âNothing really. I was justâŠshaving so it took a while,â you look down, away from his prying eyes.
âShaving hm? Do you usually moan when you shave?â He smirks subtly and you turn to him surprised. âDon't act surprised. I could hear you from across the house,â he pulls the small of your back towards him, pressing your hips against his. âRemember what I told you angel. It doesn't matter when, where, or how it you're horny you come to me,â he reminded you of your mutual deal. He brings a hand up to your cheek, stroking it softly. âBut you don't like listening do you? You like being bad,â he continues to hold your face as he leans down. His breath travels down your neck as he speaks. âIsn't that right? Use your words,â he growls softly and you pause.
âYes, I-I do,â you look away from him and attempt to move your head away from him but he holds your head, forcing you to look at him.
âYou know you've been bad don't you? You feel embarrassed?â He speaks in a low rasp in your ear, his breath making your skin tingle. You nod softly and he smirks. âNow, I think you deserve a little punishment for disobeying me hm? I've given you many warnings and you still persist,â he lets you go slowly but you don't avoid him, looking straight at him just like he craved. âDo you think that's fair? I warned you and you still went ahead and used yourself instead of me. Right?â He brings a hand up to your chin, rubbing his thumb across it gently.
âYes,â you nod and the two of you knew that word was your consent. All Hongjoong needed in order to break you was a simple âyesâ and he had gotten it from you.
âGood girl. Now, go to the bedroom, strip, and then lay down and wait there for me,â he ordered and you complied. You walked off to the bedroom and did as he asked. He took longer than usual to follow after you but after minutes of painful waiting you heard the door creak open. You lifted your head up to see Hongjoong in the doorway with bundles of ropes, chains, and other sex toys you couldn't fully see and in that moment you knew he was serious about this and you couldn't wait. âClose your eyes,â he spoke softly and you did as he asked. You nervously bit your lip as you kept your eyes shut tightly.
You heard some movement around on the floor next to the bed specifically and you instantly felt something was off. You wanted to peak so bad but you refrained. You then felt Hongjoong come onto the bed, the bed sunk slightly as he crawled onto the bed. âYou can open your eyes now darling,â he smirked softly as you peered your eyes open. You looked up at hongjoong and over to the floor. There was a towel laid out with all of his âtoolsâ resting on top of it. The ropes and chains you noticed from earlier and belts, a flogger, vibrators, dildos of various sizes, collars and a blindfold. Lastly you noticed on the nightstand next to you a bottle of water, presumably for you which made your heart melt a little. âLook at me,â he spoke harshly and you didn't defy. You looked right up at him. âI am going to break you tonight,â Hongjoong said in a low voice before smirking. His words and tone made your skin crawl but you were oh so excited. He then tilted his head up and to the side. âRoll over,â he said and you instantly rolled over. âOn your knees,â he commanded before standing up. You did as he asked and you instantly knew what was going to come next.
Your ass was up and sticking out slightly, giving Hongjoong full access to your ass. He ran his hand down your plump skin before growling softly. Then you felt the first fire slap. You whimpered softly as his palm hit your flesh aggressively. You felt the heat travel down your body to where his hand had been. âDo you know exactly how long you were in the bathroom for?â He asked in a low rasp and you stayed quiet because you didn't know. He then spanked you hard. âAnswer me,â he growled as he leaned down to you.
âI-I don't know!â You whimper and he smirked.
âAn hour and fifteen minutes,â he informed you and you felt the heat rush to your face. You masturbated that entire time. âSo I'm going to punish you for double that amount of time,â he smirked and pointed over to the digital clock on your nightstand. âIt's 7:14 correct?â He whispered in your ear as he grabbed your ass cheek in a tight fist. You nodded with a whimper. âSo your punishment will be done at 9:45 and that's if you're a good girl,â he says before leaning back again. âTell me this, how many times did you cum in the shower?â He asked as he knelt down to the display with the towel.
âI-I think likeâŠ11 times?â You told him and you could see the switch in his head.
âEleven times? You're such a greedy little slut aren't you?â He said as he stood again, a belt in one hand. He spanked you hard with his hand one last time.
âYes I am,â you nodded and he grinned.
âBut you're supposed to be my greedy slut,â he growled before raising the folded belt. You bit your lip in anticipation before feeling the cold leather slap against your skin. You whimper loudly as Hongjoong watches your skin turn red. âIt hurts doesn't it?â He makes a slightly pouty face at you with a little tut. You nod with a whimper and he spanks you again. Your body tenses and you breathe heavily. âBut you deserve this. Don't you?â He spanked you for the third time and you hesitated.
âYes, I do,â you gasp out before feeling another slap from the belt. This one hurt more than the others. The sting lingered and you felt the impact from it for a moment longer than usual. You bury your face in the pillow with a whine. He holds the belt back from skin, giving you a moment to relax.
âLook up at me baby,â he leans down and gently holds your chin as you look up at him. He smiles softly as he sees you look at him and he rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. He leans down and kisses your lips tenderly. He doesn't say a word but you know what this simple gesture meant. It was a silent praise for your resilience.
The feeling of praise doesn't last long though as he resumes the spanks with his belt until your ass is red and swollen. It stung but in a way that felt so good. You were his and you had the scars to prove it now. âLay on your back,â Hongjoong orders as he steps back. You don't hesitate in the slightest and roll onto your back. Hongjoong grabs a blind fold and gently places it over your eyes before tying it snugly. You then hear the sound of a vibrator before feeling it meet your aching folds. You jump slightly and you hear Hongjoong chuckle.
He sets the vibrator between your thighs and tells you to keep your legs closed. He then wraps one belt around your upper thighs and one a bit further down to secure your legs and the vibrator. You hear the familiar click of the vibrator and the vibrations increase in intensity. You whimper and attempt to squirm your thighs out of the belts but you find yourself still stuck to the vibrator.
âYou're so mean,â you whine and raise your hands to your head but he grabs them.
âOh I know. I'm so mean to you and you fucking love it. You crave it. Don't you?â He growls as he firmly holds your wrists. He then ties them together with a pair of leather cuffs and ties the chain to the top of your bed. âIf you weren't such a brat I wouldn't have to be mean,â he explains as he fastens the restraints on your wrists. âYou understand me?â He hisses and you nod with a whine. âGood,â he then sits back and watches you squirm.
He sits there for quite a while just watching you and saying mean words to you. The odd time he reaches forward and fiddles with the vibrator. Changing the intensity, the pattern or just pushing it harder against your folds and clit. âThis all could've been avoided if you just simply asked for my help,â he turns the vibrator up about three notches, one away from max, and you find your hips bucking up off the bed.
âPlease! Hongjoong! I'm sorry, please just let me cum~â you whine and places a firm slap to your clit.
âListen here slut,â he growls. âYou will cum when I say you can cum. Until then you shut up unless I ask you to speak. You hear me?â It was clear you had accidentally stepped right over Hongjoongs final line and you were going to receive one hell of a punishment tonight.
âI'm sorry and I understand daddy,â you whimper and he smiles.
âGood,â he turns up the vibrator and rubs it back and forth on your folds. You're left a wreck beneath him, letting out little sobs and whines as he tortures you in the most pleasurable way possible. He finally caves in and stops turning the vibrator on and off. But he still hasn't told you that you can cum yet.
âCan I cum?â You ask softly and he thinks for a moment.
âMmm I don't know,â he hums for a moment pondering your fate.
âPlease,â you look up at him with doe eyes though he can't see them.
âAlright darling, but I want you to look at me when you cum,â he pauses the vibrator and unties your blindfold. You don't have to adjust your eyes much due to the darkness in the room. Hongjoong tucks your hair back with a light smirk before turning the vibrator back on. He flicks your nipples softly as the vibrations tickle your skin. The vibrations course up your folds and you can feel it spread all up in your sensitive spots. You look up at Hongjoong through glossy eyes, making direct eye contact. âGood girl, look at me,â he takes your chin in his hand softly and he can tell you're fighting the edge. âLet it out,â he rubs your bottom lip softly as your eyes glimmer and your knees shake lightly.
You can feel your insides unraveling and you feel the wetness fill your pussy. You struggle to maintain eye contact but Hongjoong's always here to remind you of his orders. âUp here baby, come on. You don't want to get another punishment do we?â
You shake your head and continue to look up at him until the waves subside. âGood girl,â he rubs your cheek softly. He looks you up and down before removing the belts and vibrator from your thighs. He sets them back in the pile of toys and moves to undo your restraints. âWe'll use these later,â he smirks before picking you up by your waist and sitting you up against the bed. He unzips his pants and pulls them down his legs, teasing you as he does so. He moved at such a slow pace it was painful to watch and you could already see the wet bulge in his pants.
He then unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside before finally taking off his boxers, springing himself free. No matter how many times you saw this man's cock you got just as excited every time. It was so neat and clean every time, his tip always had such color to it, he always seemed to be soaking wet and dripping precum, and though most girls would complain about this, he had very smooth skin. It felt so nice and warm everytime which made you crave it even more. âYou see something you like?â He chuckles as he crawls back onto the bed.
He situates himself in front of you, his cock just in front of your lips. âSuck it baby,â he smirks at you and your breathing turns shakey. You hesitantly part your lips and he slowly pushes into your mouth. He's slow and gentle with it at first but as he gets pulled closer to the edge he needs to put a pillow behind your head.
He pops out of your mouth and leans down to grab a pillow. He slips it behind your head and pushes your head to it. He pushes back into your mouth and starts thrusting into your mouth. He holds the back of your head as he gags you, your eyes tearing up. The room fills with the sound of your gags and the precum and saliva collecting in your mouth. Every Time he thrusts into your throat you make a little âgllkâ sound and it makes Hongjoong's cock twitch in your throat.
âYou're being so good all of the sudden,â he chuckles. âYou like being daddy's slut dont you?â He looks down at you with a possessive grin and you nod your head. âYou're so cute,â he then holds the side of your head, thrusting into your throat rapidly before releasing inside your throat. âSwallow it baby, remind yourself of who owns you,â he growls as he stuffs his entire length into your mouth. You whimper as you attempt to swallow it all. âGood slut, good girl,â he rubs your cheek softly before pulling out. You cough softly and he can't help but grin.
You were so small compared to him and it enthralled him. He wanted to protect you, care for you, pleasure you, but it's also his job to put you back in your place. He gets a little hand cloth from the assortment of tools and wipes your lips like you're a baby. âNow let's get to the part you've been whining for,â he grins as he holds your waist softly. âLay on your stomach,â he gently urges you over and you do as he says. He gets you to spread your legs and he rubs his hands up and down your back before retrieving the wrist restraints from earlier.
He wraps the leather around your wrists and ties the chain to the headboard of your bed. He begins to gently prode the tip of his cock at your folds, rubbing it up and down and collecting all of your arousal. You let out little whines and Hongjoong leans down. âBefore we can officially begin I need to remind you who owns you,â he leans down again and grabs this specific collar. It was a custom made one that he had bought for you and it made you feel so special and wanted.
On the black leather collar in big plastic font said âHongjoong's petâ and ever since he bought it whenever you're acting a little out of line he straps this around your neck for a day. He quickly ties in around your neck and smiles widely. âThere we go, I think I can properly fuck you now, can't I?â He teases as he rubs his cock against your slit again. âI need you to say baby, tell me what you want,â
âPlease fuck me,â you stutter out and he smiles.
âSorry, what was that? I couldn't quite hear you,â he teases and you let out a frustrated whine. âI know, it's annoying when people don't listen to you? Isn't it?â
âPlease fuck me!â You speak loud and clear and he chuckles. He then grabs your hair and thrusts into you with ease. You let out a choked moan as your eyes widened. No matter how many times you felt his cock inside you it felt better each and every time.
He groans as he feels your tight walls hugging him as he gives you no time to adjust to his length. He pulls in and out of you, watching the way his shaft disappears everytime he pushes back inside your wetness.
âOh baby you're so wet~ are you desperate, my good little pet?â He growls in your ear and you let out another loud moan as his hips slap against your ass relentlessly. âAnswer me slut,â he thrusts harder a few times to get you to speak.
âYes! I love your cock, I'm always desperate for your cock,â you moan between pathetic sobs and he smirks
âGood girl, now next time you're feeling horny,â he slams into you with each word. âNext time you're feeling like a slut, remember this feeling and instead of using your stupid little toys and your small fingers come to daddy instead,â he hisses and you nod with a whimper. His deep thrusts could send you right over the edge. For every thrust your legs jumped up, your knees bending in pleasure. âRight? That's what you're going to do?â
âY-Yes!â Your voice cracks as you speak and he laughs softly.
âHow does my cock feel baby? Is it too big for your tight little pussy?â He nibbles on your ear lobe as you feel the heat rising in your body again. You pull on the restraints on your wrists as sweat builds on your body.
âSo deep,â you manage to whimper out and he grins in approval of your words. As much as Hongjoong seemed like he was already above the clouds, he loved receiving your praise when it came to his body, skills, and ability to make you cum. âI-Im close,â you choke out before letting out a high pitched squeak of pleasure.
âOh I know baby,â he grabs your hips sturdily and begins to rapidly thrust into you. Your whole body bounces with each thrust. âCmon hold it for just a bit longer, almost there,â he growls as your body shakes and your moans fall nearly silent due to the pure bliss you're just scraping past. âThat's it that's it, I'm gonna count you down okay?â He hisses again as his thrusts remain relentless. â3, 2,â he counts in a low voice that makes you all the more excited. âOne!â He groans and the two of you snap.
He thrusts a few more times as you cum around him. He empties inside you, the spurts of cum warming you up. He pulls out and sprays his seed onto your back. It comes out in thick creamy ropes and as soon as it hits your back it begins to melt due to the heat and sweat of your body. You can tell Hongjoong is exhausted from your little session. He struggles to hold himself up as he catches his breath. He weakly reaches up and undoes the restraints on your wrists. âYou did good, baby,â he runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your temple. He grabs another towel and wipes off your back. The warmth of the towel felt nice as you felt yourself being dried off. Hongjoong gently lifts you and flips you back onto your back. He crawls down and situates his head between your thighs.
He was gentle with his tongue gently licking around each fold, tending to each of them making sure not a drop of your arousal was left to waste. He flicked your clit a few times and you let out a soft whimper. He moves further down again and dips his tongue in and out of your slit a few times. He sits up to catch his breath and you feel his warm breath against your folds. âYou're so gorgeous,â he smiles up at you as you still try and catch your breath. âRelax for me sweetie, your punishments all over,â he kisses your clit, a unique feeling you hadn't experienced much. He trails the kisses down your folds and can't help but leave a little kiss on your further hole.
He returns back up to your slit and licks up your cream pie and the flavor of your mixed cum tingles on Hongjoongs tongue. âGood girl, rest those thighs on my shoulders. Come on,â he lifts your legs up on his shoulders as his tongue begins to work a little faster. Your hips buck up into his face and he smiles against you. âYou getting needy again?â He teases as his lips stay on your folds. You nod with a little whimper and he hums in acknowledgment. The little hum sent a buzz through your core and you let out a pleasurable moan. âTell me what you want baby, want me to keep using my tongue or do you want something more?â He asks softly and you consider his offer.
As you think about what you truly want he begins to slurp up the cum from inside you, as he does so his nose presses against your clit.
âCan you finger me a bit tooâŠplease?â You ask softly and he smiles.
âOf course darling,â He gently presses his index finger against your entrance and his finger effortlessly slips into you. You jump softly but quickly adjust to the intrusion. He pumps his finger nice and slow, scooping up the cum from inside you and dripping it out before catching it with his tongue. Something about hid methods made your tummy do backflips and you felt the knot of pure pleasure building again. âAre you getting close again?â He asks in a very soft tone and you nod, your eyes squinted shut. He curls his finger against your sweet spot and you grab the bed sheets in tight fists.
Hongjoong uses his free hand to guide your hand to his hair and you instantly latch onto it. He smiles softly as his fingers and tongue work harder and faster.
âI-I'm close, just-right there! Yes~â you moan as your body tenses all the way through. Each muscle in your body restricts and tightens, even the muscles around his finger, before snapping undone. All the muscles loosen as your breathing resumes but at a much faster pace. Your chest heaves and Hongjoong continues to slurp and suck out all of your sweet nectar.
âYes baby, let it out. Oh God you're so sexy~â he rubs your thigh softly as he feels the grip of your hand fade and fall to rest beside your body. You whine softly and stop his hand from fingering you. âWhat's up baby?â He asks but you're too tired to reply. He crawls up to you and lays beside you. âWant some cuddles?â He asks and you smile, nodding as you curl up into his body. âDid you feel good tonight?â He kisses your forehead.
âYeah, it was intense butâŠso good,â you laugh softly and he grins.
âI'm glad baby. I'm always here for you. If you want to be treated like a slut or a pet, or if you want to be cherished and loved all the way through,â he kisses you softly. âYou know that right?â He holds your cheek to look up at him and you nod. âAnd I'm not actually mad that you masturbate,â he chuckles. âWell maybe a little bit because I didn't get to see that cute little fact when you cum. But I understand my love. I just know you like this whole role-playing game and I can't help but get into it,â he runs his finger over the lettering on your collar. âGod I love when you wear this,â he says through hooded eyes and you smile.
âI know my love, it's all just for fun and you can't get too mad at me because you hump those little hotel pillows all the time,â you pinch his wrist, teasing him.
âOkay well at least I send you the videos,â he rolls his eyes and you kiss his neck softly.
âI'm just teasing,â you chuckle before rubbing his nose against yours. He holds the side of your face as he rests his head against yours. âI love you Hongjoong,â you smile.
âI love you too baby,â he gives you one last kiss before bringing the blankets up to cover your body. âNow get some rest,â
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The beginning - Remus x Potter!Reader
How I imagine remus and potter!reader first got together as part of my remus and potter!reader secret relationship au! find more about them in my marauder masterlist warnings: talk of sex, interrupted kissing, nosey sirius and marlene. 0.8k wc
It had been wrong of Remus to look at you that way, and even worse to think of you that way, especially when your brother - one of his closest friends - sat to his right, legs spread wide enough for their knees to lightly touch. However, he couldn't help it. Not when you'd giggled with Lily, throwing your head back to take a shot because of Sirius's statement 'Never have I ever had sex in a public setting.' James had made a disgusted sound, looking away from his sister, still completely innocent in his eyes. Remus's eyes had widened, gaze connecting with yours across the circle of friends as you wiped your bottom lip with your thumb, sucking on it lightly to drink up the rest of the alcohol. He raised an eyebrow at you when you winked at him, turning away to ask the next question.
Sure, Remus's long lasting crush on you had always raised thoughts in his mind, like what kissing you would feel like or if you'd hold his hand underneath the desk during classes. But the reality of you being in someone's arms as they made you cum where anyone could walk in made his thighs want to clench, an open door of perverted thoughts flooding his mind. He only prayed that James didn't notice the way he cleared his throat, eyes tearing away from you when crossed your arms over your midriff, pushing your tits together to create more cleavage. Sirius met his eyes then, a playful smirk on his face that had Remus's heart dropping in fear of being discovered.
"I'm going to grab a butterbeer." You'd called out, hands bracing themselves on the couch behind you so you could push yourself up to your feet. Blindly, Remus felt himself following you, freezing to ask the protective boy next to him "Want anything Prongs?" But your brother had only shook his head, eyes of his own stuck on his girlfriend. At the make-shift bar, you'd popped open two butterbeers before holding the bottle opener in the air for Remus to take. "Sorry." he muttered when his fingers grazed over yours. You turned your body towards him, mumbling "Have I got you flustered over there Rem?" His heart jumped at the nickname, goosebumps forming along his skin when you lifted an arm to rest on his lean bicep. "Sorry, I just didn't think- didn't think you'd be the type to... well, you know."
He turned to face you after opening his own bottle, looking down to find your hands empty. He placed his own bottle on the table next to yours, taking a deep breath. "Why? Think about me having sex a lot, do you?" Remus gulped at your words, glancing over to where James sat, beckoning Lily over to sit next to him. She, however, was looking directly at your interaction. When Remus looked back at you, a smile was tugging at the corner of your lips, and he had almost forgotten that you'd asked a question. "I think about a lot more than just sex with you." Both your eyes widened in shock at Remus's confession, and it only then became clear to him that he might have had too much to drink.
Your smile had turned into a full Cheshire cat's grin, and you took a step closer to the taller boy, intertwining your fingers with his. "That's good, because I think about you too. You know, sex and all." Remus laughed as you slapped a hand over your mouth, a horrified look taking over your features. "Oh my god. Remus I am so sorr-" But your words were cut off when he cupped your cheek, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, you unanimously turned towards the fireplace where all your friends sat, making sure none of them had seen your exchange.
Sighing a breath of relief, you grabbed Remus's hand, rushing to lead him out of the common room and into the dark hallway where you finally pressed him against the stone wall, pushing yourself onto your tippy toes so you could give him a proper kiss, which he gladly returned, hands wandering below your hips to grab your ass, and using his grip to pull you impossibly closer to him. "Wow, that is one intense kiss." The teasing voice had you separating yourself from Remus with large steps backwards as he stayed leaning against the wall, his jaw slack. Sirius and Marlene stood with identical poses; hands on their hips and smirks on their faces. "Yeah, if you were wondering, the sole purpose of us coming out here was to spy on you." Added Marlene, holding her hand out, which Sirius immediately high-fived.
"Don't tell my brother!"
"Don't tell James!"
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ONE OF THE BOYS
-> While you pine hopelessly over your best friend, Eddie Munson. You hear the sentiment 'one of the boys' one too many times and you've decided to change that. All in the name of the one boy who won't even look at you, or so you think.
-> eddie munson x you (she/her)
-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst
-> warnings - strong language and suggestive themes [no smut]
-> a/n originally a one-shot, but I couldnât help myself and wrote some more!
Part 1 [Part 2]
-> <-
Your heart sinks into the deepest pits of your chest. The tiny inconspicuous hole where no one would ever look. Your spirit lies under the earth, while Eddie lies bricks instead of dirt across your corpse. A quite violent death you have taken on.
âAre you still with us?â Gareth waves a hand in front of your face. Grease slips between his fingers from his two day old burger that your school pretends was freshly slapped on a grill that morning.
You squirm. âSorry, what was that?â
âEddie says you could come to practice,â he throws his hand up. âYouâre one of the boys!â
Right.
Like someone had thrown water across your face, you slide theatrically to the floor in a puddle of you. Theatrically speaking - of course.
The lunchroom chatter dies in the back of your head like you just did a moment ago. You excuse yourself from the group, while claiming that you have forgotten your exam in the next class period and you should really put in at least a few moments of study time.
Your few moments are actually spent stowing yourself away in the ladies room.
âOh my God, I canât believe he asked you out!â A girl squeals. âWhat are you going to wear? Tell me everything!â
You had stopped your self doubting and your eternally ill fading romantic imaginations you came up with while you stare at the dull gaze in your eye behind the dirty spotted bathroom mirror. You should focus on your studies anyway. Failing your senior year of high school, again, was not on your list of to-do's.
Then again, the two girls gossiping were very pretty. You took notes. Hair full and down to her chest in length. The kind of hair Texas wishes they had. Cheeks were plump, and dusted pink with some powder of sorts. Full lips covered in sweet strawberry gloss. You can smell their gloss from just a sink away. That, or perhaps that was their perfume. Sweet and feminine.
âI'm sorry,â one of them notices you staring, while she applies a thick coat of her lip-gloss. 'Strawberry Dream' is what the little label on the tube reads. âAre we being loud?â
âNo, no,â you shake your head.
âOkay,â she sings awkwardly, before continuing the conversation her friend had started. âAnyway, Josie, I think we should go shopping for a new outfit. Oh! I - so - need a new gloss. Something sexy!â
âSexy?â You accidentally slip the words, before you could stop yourself.
The girl cocks her head. âDo you usually eavesdrop?â
Not that they werenât talking in front of her.
âMy bad,â you tug at the ends of your t-shirt. âErm- youâre trying to impress this boy?â
âYes,â she says simply. âDo you have some sort of advice?â
Looking you up and down, she spots the stains from your lunch at your chest. Trying not to snort and jeer at your expense, she waits for you to respond. Her cocky tight lipped smile says enough.
âActually,â you reply. âI- Why donât you try being yourself? He clearly likes you to ask you out, so maybe you could tone it down?â
âTone it down?â She frowns. âLike you? Tell me er- girl of some sort- how many dates have you gotten with that fresh out of bed look you wear every single day. You look like a shy boy. Yeah, I see you around. Youâre small like a shrimp. You need to be shark in these waters or your going to get your head bitten off. Put on a bra. A low cut top. And, maybe some blush to hide that dead corpse face you wear-,â
âItâs my skin-,â
âWhen you get a date, then you get an opinion. Got it?â
âGot it,â you zip your lips. What a bitch.
-> <-
Practice, as the group of men slamming poorly synchronized chords together, is held at Garethâs garage promptly after school. You did not participate in the noise, but rather you sit in a lawn chair onlooking. Fanning yourself with your hands, sweat glistens across your skin like armor.
Your friends finish their set. Eyes on you, you cheer for their noise that will surely draw eyes from the neighborhood. Someone will be by soon to tell the boys to quiet their racket, and to perhaps indulge themselves in a new activity like reading a book. The Book, perhaps.
âYouâre getting better,â you propose promisingly.
Eddie nudges your shoulder with a fist on his way to the cooler to grab a cold soda. You pretend like your heart didnât just stop inside of your chest.
âI told you, guys,â Eddie has been raving to his band mates (and occasional D&D players) that you, his B.F.F., wasnât going to ruin practice. That just because you might have a new rack and hips hidden underneath this t-shirt wasnât going to change any dynamic within the group.
They all agreed about this while staring at your ever growing chest and hips. You cover your chest again, before speaking out of turn.
âAre you ever going to preform these songs?â You ask the group.
Eddieâs plush lips touch the bottle his soda came in. Condensation from the glass dripped across his chin and down his neck to the exposed flesh of his chest.
And, they were so worried about you âdeveloping.â Here you are, eyeballing your best friend like you havenât ever seen him before. Suddenly, you woke up one morning and you were obsessed with him!
It isnât like that at all. You didnât know when you began having feelings for your best friend. Somewhere between living next to each other in the trailer park. Sneaking out after your curfew to splash in Lovers Lake (Eddieâs favorite way to wash off his worries). And, the times you tripped over your own clumsiness when Eddie was the first to rescue you. You might have just fallen into his eyes you stared at them so long. Maybe- maybe thatâs when something changed.
No more boys and girls - there are men and women. High school changes us - all of us. Thereâs science behind it all, you suppose. You took health courses, but no scientific explanation could bring you to figure out how you were completely enamored by your best friend.
Your best friend, who is sweating underneath the heat of the garage. Finding himself without options, he strips his shirt.
âHold this for me,â he says like thereâs no issue. Because there was no issue for him, youâre alone in your feelings. Classic.
âSure,â you fold his shirt up in your lap, while resisting the urge to inhale his scent like a trained dog trying to find a missing person. Or, like an addict getting their fix for the first time in days.
âAnd, yes,â Eddie announces, before slamming down a new chord. âCome watch us at the Hideout!â
âReally?!â
âSure,â Gareth speaks for his friend. âIf you want.â
âIâll come,â you ask, âWhat time?â
âWeâll start setting up around six in the evening, but weâre not set to play until seven,â Eddie explains to you. âFriday.â
You nod. âIâll be there!â
âOh, Eddie!â Gareth grabs his attention. âYou gonna bring Roxie?â
Roxie Martin? Now, sheâs a hot pair of tits in a mini skirt. Full scarlet lips, Rockinâ Roxie, as some people called her, was a She Devil in human skin. Sinking her teeth into her pray, she poisons them with feminine venom. She doesnât even have to sing them a tune, for men will follow her into the depths of the vast blue ocean without question.
Some just thought she was a slut in heels, though.
Whatever story floats.
Eddie strums a sour note.
âDude, Iâm just teasing,â his friend snickers.
Eddie scolds his friend, then the group of boys begin to slam on their instruments some more.
You sat there for hours watching Eddie slobber over his guitar. Sweat glistened down across his skin. His fingers striking each chord by heart as he did every night. Touching the strings expertly with the tips of his cherry red fingers. He begun feeling sore towards the end of the night, and the guys agree that it would probably be a good opportunity to turn in for the night.
Practice would resume tomorrow.
And you were forever and eternally frustrated.
-> <-
âRobin,â you slouched over the clear candy bowl labeled âFree.â âI need to be a girl.â
Robin jabs away at the keypad of the store computer that is clearly frozen. While she might be renting out videos to people, Robinâs shit with technology.
That gave her more time to ignore her responsibilities, however, and acknowledges to your moping. With an arched brow, she sucks in her lips and she lets them go with a loud pop.
âYou are a girl,â she states the obvious, while appearing to look down at your chest. âOr- so I think.â
âThatâs not what I meant,â you stuff more candy into your mouth like a starved squirrel just coming out from hibernation. Squirrels hibernate, donât they? Whatever.
âWhat ever could you possibly mean?â She props herself up onto her elbows.
There was a time when you were a child that a mean boy kicked dirt on you at the playground. Swooping in like your knight in shining armor, Eddie came to you to brush the dirt from your clothes and to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Feeling outcasted, Eddie surrounded himself in the weaker kids. The kids that enjoy recess sitting on the brick wall of their school, or close by the door to wait for your teachers to let you back inside.
You read books with him during quiet reading because he didnât know how to keep the letters from mixing together. Eddie would apologize for his hair being frizzy, and all over the place. You thought he was funny looking like that.
Sometimes you wish you could go back to the good old days where your heart didnât sing in your chest whenever your childhood best friend was near. You wish the aching in your bones would sooth itself instead of feeling fuzzy every time Eddie greeted you at a whisper from behind. That his strong hand touching you like a doll would become friendly again, and less like you want to shove him against the lockers to kiss his pretty face.
You knew better.
Yet, here you are.
Say it had something to do with what happened yesterday. Roxieâs sexy. You want her sexy. Not her. But, just the sexy. And, whoever was in the bathroom was right. Youâre much more than a baggy t-shirt and a pair of denim on your legs. You grew up during the summer, and so what if you want to show off a bit. You earned your assets.
âI canât tell you,â you put out there for Robin to read. âYouâll blab to Steve, and Steve will tell- doesnât matter.â
You wait for her to speak, but Robin never does. She blinks at you.
âThereâs this boy-,â
âA boy?!â Her voice echoes against the furthest most walls.
You wave your hands. âRobin!â
âGo on!â
âI just - I want to grow up a little.â
The jangle of the front door opening broke their conversation apart. There was nothing elegant about Eddie Munson. He slammed his jacket into the stand of desperately rentable tapes. The display wobbled. Swiveled. And, slammed into the floor. The video tapes splattered.
âDude!â Robin huffs. âI just put those up!â
Eddie scrambles to rescue the mess. âMy bad, Robs. You know? You might not want to put these right in front of the walkway. âCould get knocked over - see?â
Robin knew Eddie from class. Smart mouth guy with a lot to say about literature. He held a lot in his head, but once he got to a piece of paper, he could just go.
âThe usual, Eddie?â
Oh, and he also rented out the same tape once a week for the past three weeks. It was a Rated R film that had a single one minute scene of a nude woman on top of a man she was suffocating. Not with her boobs- with his belt.
Robin snaps back into reality.
âEh, looking for something new,â he fixed the display, before joining the girls at the register. âSuggestions?â
Robin slams her palm against the monitor. âStupid thing is still frozen. Oh! Did you hear your little pal has a crush on a boy?â
âRobin!â You cringe. Turning into the wallpaper sounds really nice right about now. Hell, youâll fix that computer if it gets Robin off the topic of you.
Anyone, she can blab to anyone, but Eddie. Where was Steve when you needed him? Oh, you are so screwed!
âWhat? Itâs just Eddie!â
Just Eddie - yeah, Robin, thatâs the problem.
âA crush? On who?â Eddie scoffs out loud.
Your jaw goes agape. âAre you saying I canât have a crush on someone?â
âNo, I just- youâre one of the guys!â
âShe canât be one of the guys forever,â Robin defends you. Perhaps she saw you twitch. âSheâs a girl underneath those stains.â
You brush your dirty t-shirt.
âRobin-,â
âWhat? Whoever this boy is, heâs shit out of luck if he doesnât see what we all see,â your friend continues.
Eddie teeters his balance back and forth on each foot.
âIâm going to go look for a movie,â he says.
Robin ignores him shuffling into the isles. âIâm just saying if he doesnât like you back that is his loss. Right?â
You peak around for any sight of Eddie. His frizzy mane is locked onto a movie in the farthest isle.
âOh my god,â Robin follows your gaze. âOh my god! This is big- no, huge- I canât believe before my eyes your friends to lovers trope-,â
âRobin! Hush!â You whisper at a much louder volume than you anticipate.
Yet, here comes Eddie back to the counter without a film in hand. Robin shoots you a glance that screams that sheâs about to burst like a toddler who has to pee, but they canât get their overalls off.
âCanât find anything?â Robin intertwined her fingers in front of her.
âMaybe tomorrow,â Eddie sighs.
The sound that came from Robinâs lips could have been the earth splitting in two, and trying to suck her in or the angels above calling her back to heaven. Sheâs a bit eccentric.
Oh, God, you think sheâs plotting.
âActually,â she settles. âI have a film back here that we havenât set out on shelves yet.â
âIs it a romance?â He guesses purely based on the actors gazing longingly on the front cover. âRobin, I donât do romance.â
âObviously,â she says as a matter-of-fact. âAnyway, this is a mystery. Hm? You know? Like clues and shit.â
âClues and shit?â
âMaybe,â you signal ânoâ to Robin, but she blatantly ignores you, âyou two can watch it together. Hm? Solve the mystery, before the show ends? Let me know what you think!â
âRobin-,â Eddie begins, but Robin is already scanning the tape to rent out.
âItâll be fun!â
You pinch the bridge of your nose.
âIâll see you around six for a movie night like old times?â
You mask your embarrassment. Nodding in a set agreement, Eddie left with the film still eyeing the cover like it had just insulted him.
âHow could you do that?â You shame her.
Robin shrugs her shoulders, while dancing behind the counter like a relationship fairy.
âOh! Youâll need something to wear by then!â She shouts to her coworker. âSteve! Iâm not feeling well! Will you be okay for the rest of the day?!â
âAh ha,â Steve appears like heâs been waiting for permission to enter the conversation. âYouâre not leaving me here by myself!â
âWhat was that? I canât hear you,â she points to her ear, as sheâs setting her jacket over her shoulders. âEar ache.â
âRobin!â
âHuh? Oh, thank you!â She shuffles herself and you out the front door.
Warm air meets you outside. Although you wished to take off another layer, you felt practically naked as is. Cotton blend shirts were thick in these spring days. The same could be said for your denim jeans.
âWonât he be mad?â You ask.
Robin snorts. âSteve? No.â
No explanation given - no explanation necessary. Robin and Steve were like a pair of siblings at most times. Although, knowing Steve had a thing for Robin at some point made the analogy much creepier than it should have been.
You drive yourself and Robin back to your home where your family was not. Theyâre out of town for the whole week doing an anniversary trip. Figuring your of the age to take care of yourself, theyâve left you by yourself with only the responsibility of keeping the home clean.
âWhat are we looking for?â You sit on your made bed hugging one of your pillows to your chest, while Robin riffles through your closet.
Robin shoves another dress across the hanger to the disapproved pile. Her grunts and sighs are discouraging as is, but rather her blatant disregard that you like some of those clothes is hurting even more. Or, maybe you like those clothes. You havenât gone shopping in a while.
âDo you own anything that isnât from Forever 40?â She jokes heartily.
You tilt your head to one side. âI like my clothes.â
âWell, we donât have time for shopping,â she scans around your room for something. Jostling your clean laundry, your papers across your desk and the drawers under them - she finally lets out an, âAh, ha!â
You groan. âAre you going to clean your mess?â
Clearly ignoring you, Robin holds up a sharpened pair of scissors like a magic wand. Holding one of your plain shirts in the air, she begins slicing away at every angle.
âHey!â You protest.
She pauses. âRight, put it on.â
âRob, thatâs my favorite shirt!â
âIâll buy you another one,â she shoves your head through the hole, and continues sniping at the edges. Fondling your chest, she measures where the top of your breast lies. âHey! Your the first woman to let me touch their boobs. Congrats!â
You laugh at this. âRobin, as your friend, you can touch my boobs any time you need a fix.â
âDonât tease me with a good time,â she jokes back. With one more snip, she steps away from you. âYou have any skirts? No, of course you donât. Jeans will have to do.â
You couldnât hear Robinâs tangent. In the standing mirror hung on your wall, you saw someone new. Surely, she moves when you move. Her chest bounces while she breathes. That tan from the summer on the beach is touching her skin in a most devilish manor. You hold your chin a bit higher seeing what a few snips from craft scissors will do.
âMakeup!â Robin insists.
Pink rouge presses into your cheekbones. Those cheekbones you earned from your grandmother. Thatâs always the compliment your mother spoke. And, mascara coated thickly across your eyelashes. Your lashes are rather short, but with that black mascara you were seeing yourself glow with confidence.
Lip gloss that tasted like honey-
âIn case youâre kissing any boys tonight,â she clicks the tube together with the wand. âMy dear, youâre ready.â
You take a spin in the mirror.
âI hardly recognize myself,â you touch your hair.
Robin slaps your hand away. âDonât mess that up, before Eddie gets here. Oh! And, look at the time, I should go.â
Youâre left by yourself for another hour. Twiddling your thumbs, and checking your makeup by the minute. Eventually, you pop popcorn in the microwave and place the bowl in the center of the coffee table in the living room. You twist the bowl around, so you canât see the chip on the side from when you dropped the bowl a few years ago.
Tapping your foot against the plush carpet beneath your feet, you travel between worlds where you feel ridiculous for dressing up like this, but you also feel hot.
Denim cuts at your waist, and you begin to doubt wearing jeans instead of pajamas. You never wore jeans after you got home. Eddie will surely know whatâs up.
You have no time to change your mind because the doorbell rings through the quiet house. Stillness - as if moving would threaten your life somehow. Then, again, the doorbell sings.
You drag the sweat from your hands onto the back of your jeans. Jeans that you should have changed to shorts. Heâll see right through your ruse!
You settle your nerves with one more glance over in the mirror in your little entryway. When you open the front door, Eddieâs tickling the lavender your mom set out on the front porch last week.
âWhat? Your shirt go through a lawnmower?â Was the first thing he says.
You knew it.
âErm-,â
âI brought the movie, and beer,â he held up the movie and a six pack he snaked off of his uncle. âCome on, Iâm freezing out here.â
Eddie doesnât ask where anything is. Heâs been here so many times before, birthdays, holidays and any time your mother has just come back from the supermarket with âthe good snacks.â
You knew each other for some time, which is probably why heâs never going to see you as someone other than his best friend. Why would you think about that? You had a shot, right?
âI popped popcorn,â you pointed in the living room.
âSick,â he drops down into your couch. âWe can go ahead and start the movie - the guys will be here soon.â
âThe guys?â You blurt.
âWell, yeah,â Eddie says. âLike old times?â
âRight,â the light in your eye fades, and you just hope Eddie canât sense the hesitance in your tone.
In the next hour, your quiet date night that had been set up by your overly optimistic friend, swirls in the direction that it is always meant to be. You squish into the couch arm rest, while Gareth battles Eddie over the movie choice. Although, this time the boys came to an agreement that this was not an action movie like Robin promised Eddie earlier.
âWhereâs the gore?!â Gareth flings popcorn at the television screen. âThrow her off the ledge!â
âYou want to see an innocent woman flung to her death?â You snap at him.
A piece of popcorn drops from Garethâs mouth, and into his awaiting lap. You didnât come to raising your tone with the boys unless something truly bothers you. Clearly, by the tightness in your chest, some of the anger spills over the edge. Quite like the woman dangling the manâs waist.
âNever mind,â you stand. âIâm going to make more popcorn.â
Taking the bowl from Eddie, you stow away in the comfort of your kitchen. Before your mother left for her trip, a folded note stacked on the island told you to not bring anyone over. But, if you are going to have boys over, she asks that you use protection. She has a wild imagination if she thinks her daughter has a sex life.
She must have passed this onto you. You toss yourself at someone, who obviously holds no similar feelings as you do. This whole night was a bust. Your eyes itch from the mascara. Your lips bled from when you chewed on them like theyâre your last meal. At least the color matches with your lip gloss that you reapplied many times in the bathroom when you need a break from the crowd in your living room. And, you canât feel your waist anymore. Tingling below the belt - and for all the wrong reasons.
âYou okay?â Garethâs voice startles you.
You spin around, and heâs there standing where the carpet meets the linoleum.
A yell from the living room suggests something mortifying must have happened in the film like the boy finally kissing the girl, or perhaps saying something romantic.
âYeah,â you blink. âJust- making more popcorn.â
Gareth doesnât say anything about the popcorn bags sitting on the counter next to him, but the room reads itself. You scamper over to the bag, before ripping the plastic and the bag apart by accident sending kernels across the floor. Gareth meets you at the floor below.
âShit,â you sniff. âIâll get the broom.â
âHey,â he grabs your arm, before you can run off again. âWhatâs going on?â
You sit next to the mess on the floor letting out a gust of air from your lungs that youâve been holding onto for dear life.
âItâs stupid,â you tell him.
Gareth moves a piece of your hair from in front of your face. âWhat?â
You look at him for the first time. Between you two, you didnât have to say a word he didnât already know. Because while youâre chasing Eddie, Garethâs warm heart is following after you. Youâre blind to him before.
âEddieâs not going to like me back, is he?â You whisper at an almost inaudible volume. Dabbing at your eye, you wipe the single tear threatening to break the damn.
Gareth sits next to you with his arms wrapped around his knees.
âI donât know,â he says honestly. âI think he just hasnât woken up yet. He does talk about you a lot when your not around.â
âReally?â
âYou scare him,â Gareth lets out a breathy laugh. âIn a good way. He- heâs never had someone to rely on in his life besides his uncle. And, if what Eddie says is true, youâll never truly change to please anyone. Youâre loyal, and your funny. Youâre beyond beautiful. The Goddesses shrivel in your light-.â
Your cheeks heat up.
âOkay, I might have added that last part,â he admits. âBut, you never know if you donât try.â
You reach out for his hand. âThank you, Gareth.â
He squeezes your hand. âAnytime.â
You say. âAnd I- Iâm sorry.â
âFor what?â
âErm- you know.â
âI guess I do,â he looks away. âIâll be fine.â
You toss a popcorn kernel Garethâs direction hoping to lighten the mood. Gareth snorts and tosses one back.
âWe should clean up,â you tell him.
Gareth agrees. âOh, and - when I said you donât change, I meant it.â
You pull at your half shirt. âYeah, I donât think this is me. Everyone just kept telling me to stop dressing like a boy.â
âTrust me,â Gareth suggests. âYou do not look like a boy.â
âOh, shut up,â you gather yourself on your own two feet. âI donât know - I kind of like the look, but maybe tone it down a bit?â
âIâll get the broom,â Gareth says leaving your question unanswered. "Oh, and I promise to keep myself and the guys out of your way the next time Eddie suggests we all have a 'movie night'" at your house."
"You caught onto that?"
"It's a classic move," he sweeps. "I can't say I wasn't going to try it on you some day."
"Well, I'm sorry that it wonât work out between us," you assure him.
"I'll survive," he wonât really look at you now, only at the task at hand. "Besides, I know how great of a guy Eddie is. If you do go out with him, thereâs no hard feelings."
Gareth sweeps every last kernel from the floor, then uses the dust pan to scoop them up and finally tosses them into the bin. By the time he's done scoping out every inch of your floor, you're done popping a new bag of popcorn.
The movie night continues without a hitch (aside from the merciless damning of the film coming from each of the boys in your home). Your eye on the one man, who could never look at you the way you do him. But, you don't know that for sure.
Because, as soon as you look away, Eddie's full attention is on you.
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Alastor x reader
Alastor reacting to someone threatening reader.
Requested by: @legendofluck
You had been working at the hotel for quite a while now. Everyone at the hotel enjoyed your presence, as you were an absolute sweetheart.
Alastor, especially, had a soft spot for you. You died near the same time as him. You would often dance with him while listening to jazz and gossip and slander Vox and his insecure whiny bitch boys.
You didnât have any specific job so you just did what was required around the hotel. Right now, you were checking some guests into the room.
You had just checked the last guest into the last vacant room. It was late and everyone was in bed. You often took the night shift even though you hardly got any customers. You sat by the counter idly, humming to some jazz while reading through a magazine when another dinner walked in. Your eyes darted up and you quickly sat up. âHello sir! Welcome to the Hazbin hotel, how may I help you?â You asked with a gentle smile.
The man sinner glared at you and stumbled through the door, clearly intoxicated. He was a big burly boar demon with large tusks, sharp yellow eyes, and a long snout. He glared at you, a dark glint on his face. Everything about him screamed "caution" like a label on a pack of cigarettes.
You shifted uncomfortably as he trudged closer.
"S-sir...? Would you like to make a reservation..?" Your voice wavered, flinching as he slammed his fist down on the counter.
"Listen here you l-hic-little whore...You better get me a room or I-hic-I'll bash your head into the counter.." He slurred while grabbing your wrist with a vice grip.
You winced in pain and let out a small hiss. Your eyes watered at the retched smell of whiskey and cigars on his breath.
You looked at the man in fear
"I'm afraid that there aren't any rooms ava-" Before you could finish your sentence, you felt a hand grip your hair sharply and you bit back a yelp.
"I said...Get. Me. A. ROOM! Or I'll bash your pretty little head in and watch as your brains cover the walls..."
You nodded weakly, your whole body trembling as hot tears started to spill. You grabbed the phone and dialed in a room number.
"J-just a moment...sir.." You whispered, calling Alastor's room number, praying that he'd be awake.
Ring ring
Silence
Ring ring
Silence
Ring ring
"Unfortunately, room ### is unavailable, please leave a message at the tone."
Your stomach dropped as you frantically tried to think of a way out of this situation. You felt the hand in your hair tighten and suddenly yank your head back. A scream escaped your lips and then a sharp stinging pain shot through you as the sinner slapped you across the face.
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID BI-" He was cut off when a long dark tendril impaled him through his fat beer belly. Blood splattered into your eyes and you were disoriented. You rubbed the blood from your eyes when suddenly you heard a familiar voice.
"Was he bothering you, my dear?"
You stared at Alastor, stunned, before the whole weight of the situation came crashing down on you like an avalanche. You broke down into sobs and crumpled to the floor.
You shook with terror, your vision swimming with hot tears when something unexpected happened.
Alastor hugged you.
The Radio Demon, Alastor, hugged you.
You buried your face into his shoulder as his claws scratched your back gently.
"There there, he's gone now, your safe..." He cooed while picking you up. "I'll go ask Husker to take over the shift. You need some rest and that bruise on your cheek needs some attention."
You nodded weakly, your eyes red and puffy as your sobs simmered down to whimpers and hiccups. As Alastor walked into his room, he set you down on the bed.
"You stay here, darling. I'll be back momentarily."
And with that he melts away into the shadows. You stare at the ground with a detached look in your eyes. When he returns, his smile is a lot smaller and more strained. He gently raises your chin with two fingers and places an ice pack on your bruised cheek.
"Don't cry, cher" He says while whipping your tears with the pad of his thumb. He slowly takes off your shoes and lays you down into bed with you.
"I will...stay with you for tonight, if it makes you feel safer. It wouldn't be very kind of me to just leave you in such a state." He said while pulling you into his arms. You nuzzled closer into his warm embrace and snaked your arms around his thin waist.
"Goodnight mon cheri"
#Hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel fluff#hazbin#radio demon#hazbin hotel x reader#x reader#requested#alastor x you#comfort#TW#hazbin hotel fandom#fanfic#self insert
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hello!! â, I saw that your order section was open and yesterday I read your story of buggy with the Roger effect and Jessica Rabit and I loved it, and I would like to know if you could do a one shot or something shorter if you prefer showing how they met and they decided to get married I love your stories and I think that, like your buggy, he is my favorite character. If you don't like this request or you think it's not good to do it, you can just ignore it, it won't be a bad thing đž thank you and have a good day!! đâš (pd. English is not my first language so sorry if something is not written wellđ)
Deal! I love this little idea
Buggy x FemReader
Small angst + Fluff
Heart on my Sleeve
Prequel Of Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect
Wanna Buy me a Ko-Fi âïž
âą Your village was one of the poorest villages in the East Blue, the taxes from the World Goverment crippling your home to be a starving wasteland.
âą Mainly to the wealthy Governor who lived above your town.
âą You owned a fabric shop but the fabrics you owned were old and starting to rot from the lack of buissness. The moths having more use put of your fabrics then you did-
âą The newest pirate on the scene Buggy the Clown shows up to your village ready to pillage it, in his early 20s with a fresh faced crew. However they did not expect the village to look worse then before they arrived.
âą "I thought you said this place had money?" Buggy asked as he looked at the place. Lowering his blades as it looked like this place- it was in shambles. Like it had been pillaged to time then a pirate
âą You had walked out of your shop, seeing if maybe the baker had just enough flour so you could feed yourself. Turning to see the group of pirates that seemed better off then you and your people.
âą Buggy stared hard at you and matched forward, seeing that you were quite pretty in his eyes as he stood before you.
âą "You! Tell me what the hell is wrong with this place! We heard it was rich here!" He said angrily, clearly upset at not getting to a small village that at least had a few Berries.
âą You looked up at the pirate, noting the far too big of clothes for his frame and his painted face- Not liking he was putting such an unflattering green around his watercolor eyes. His face twisting up in anger as he caught you staring at his face.
âą "What are you staring at!? You looking at my nose!" He yelled angrily, his fingers going to the inner part of your coat where you assumed some weapon would be.
âą "No your shirts too big for your frame and that shade of green doesn't compliment your eyes well" You said truthfully, At this point a knife or bullet being a kinder death then starving anyway-
âą"U-Uh- What?" He said confused, Unsure how to answer. You reaching forward and putting your arms around his frame to pull back the shirt. Taking a pin from your pocket and pinning the shirt back so it fit properly.
âą "See- Your shirt is too big. It looks better fitted like that" You pointed out, His faze looking down at the pinned back shirt. His face red at how close you got to him, or that you'd touched him at all.
âą "As for money we have non. The governor has the taxes so hide no one here can even feed themselves" You said truthfully, The young clown blinking at you in surprise.
âą "Er- Y-Youre making fun of me somehow right? Like my Nose" He tried to yell again grabbing the front of your dirty shirt- clearly not used to someone trying to give him kind useful advice without some sort of motive.
âą "I would never make fun of your nose, it looks fine to me anyways" You snap back and slap his hand away calmly. He blinked at you surprised and released your hand- His eyes going up the hill of the village and seeing the grand governors house hidden in some trees.
âą He huffed and shoved you hard, you falling into the mud as him and his crew marched past up to the Governors home.
âą However what did surprise you was the next Morning the Captian and his Crew stood in the village square and announced he now owned the village. Saying he was Buggy the Clown- and that he was now in charge.
âą Before starting to hand out some stolen treasure??? Giving some supplies he had 'liberated' from the Governors house.
âą You also noticed how his eyes lingered on you as he did this.
âą It had been a few months like this, he would stop by randomly pay for the village. He wasn't taking taxes but instead paying things- it was improving greatly, the cracks of the pavements on the streets getting repaired, new paint on the building and new businesses flourishing-
âą But you noticed how he would pay extra attention to your shop- Getting all his things from you. How you got extra rolls of fabric delivered to your door or how he would pay for all these extra accessories to his costumes.
âą "You seamstress I want another coat!" He yelled as he invaded your shop.
âą Buggy was there again, asking for another ridiculous costume. You couldn't help but notice how often he was coming by- claiming he wanted new costumes by you and wanting to be measured everytime he came in.
âą How he would blush when you measured around his chest. "You know, I noticed you always come through here and stop specifically at my shop for new outfits when you wear the same coat" You tease, watching him blush at you pointing this out.
âą "So what!" He yelled out, his face as red as a cherry. You look at him and raise a brow at him, Not even having to say a word as Buggy deflated.
âą "...I uh wanted to take you on a date" He grumbled, finally admitting what his plans were. You smiled at this, Setting the tape aside.
âą "Now please do tell me, Why should I accept your offer for someone who not only yelled in my face but pushed me in mud-" You point out, even though you knew he most likely made up for it by him saving your village.
âą "..I am sorry about that.." He forced out, you could tell he wasn't used to apologizing and was trying his hardest.
âą "I forgive you, But that doesn't mean I'll forget" You say calmly. Smiling softly as you saw him looking ready to flip put at the rejection but you held a hand to him-
âą "I know- So why don't we make a deal. Since I can tell you're really sorry why don't we agree to dinner and go from there? Its not a date per say but its a start" You said with a smile, his eyes lit up at hearing this at the prospect of getting to win you over.
âą "Really!?" He says excitedly, Jumping up and down like a school boy as he blushed and giggled into his gloved hands like a kid. You couldn't help but find it adorable-
âą For the next year Buggy would send gifts, love letters, help rebuild the village. Do everything to get in your good graces and ask for a official date every time he visited.
âą Buggy would essentially own the Village at the point, 30% of his money went to the village to get it on its feet and keep it a small strip of paradise the very limited taxes he implimented later affer the village was florishing acted as a small form of secondary income. Mainly making sure people knew the place was protected by him as his reputation grew through time.
âą Him even showing his unique Devil fruit abilties- Which you often abused for him to float up and grab the more expensive rolls of fabric or hang up finished cloths.
âą The village also being a popular tourist destination for the friendly locals and nice scenery. So for Buggy it was worth the investment since originally put in.
âą After that 'probation' year you would finally agree to officially date him and he was over the damn moon.
âą While he would be secretive about you, his love language was strong. He is both physically and verbally affectionate- While he still throws his fits you know how to handle him well. Loving him both for his strengths and flaws.
âą It would be 1 years of dating before Buggy would start planning how to pop the question.
- You were closing up shop for the day, humming along to a made up tune when you heard the back door of your shop being unlocked. You didn't have to look to know who it was, only one other person had the key to it.
"Hey Buggy Boo" You call out, smiling as you heard Buggy grumble and peel off his boots to leave them by the front door.
"That is still such a bad nickname" He grumbled before walking behind you and kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. He smelled like the sea, clearly having just gotten off his shop to visit you. He had been taking more time out to see, wanting to get his bounty higher. Currently proud of his 5,000,000 berry bounty which for a early 20s pirate was fairly good he claimed.
"Ah you love it" You giggle which earned a adorable chuckle from the man.
"You know (Y/N)- I uh really like you and Want to spend my.."
"So I wanted us to have dinner tonight- I know you like that place down the street and want us to go there" He said, his voice very soft- Much softer then normal.
Smiling you turn around and kiss him on the lips.
"I'd love to" You say cheerfully, earning a crooked smile from him as he held you close.
As promised, that night Buggy took you to your favorite restaurant. Having gotten a private table in the back, you two spending hours just talking and sharing a meal together.
Buggy even pulling out a box of your favorite candies he had gotten out from his last adventure.
After dinner he lead you away to the more scenic parts of your Village a small meadow pass that had the most beautiful blue and white flowers, under the moonlight it looked so magical. You saw Buggy reach in his pockets and turn to face you, nervousness painted on his face as he shuffled his feet. Clearly prepared to get on one knee-
"You stole my Thunder!!" He cried in faux anger, you laughing hard as he ranted about how you knew so quickly, happy tears running down your cheeks as you smiled and his face turned deep red.
"Yes I will!" You said with a wide smile, your excitement getting the best of you as you slapped your hands over your own mouth. His jaw dropping in shock.
"I've been planning this for 4 months!!" He whined, face so red his nose was glowing as he stared at you.
"Im so sorry Baby, You just- You talk in your sleep my Love." You reveal with a smile, His face twisting up as he realized you'd known the whole time and let him try to have his moment anyway. You had just got too excited and answering too quickly-
As this sunk in he smiled widely and started to laugh, he couldn't help it! You were just too perfect for him! Despite everything you still let him have the spotlight. He kissed your lips eagerly and held you close, rocking the two of you side to side in pure joy.
"I.. I love you (Y/N)..So much- I cant wait for you to be my wife.." He said as he pressed his face into your neck- You could feel the warmth of tears hitting your skin exposed. Your arms wrapped tightly around him as you hug him close and cried against him in joy.
Pulling the both of you to the ground with a loud laugh as you two laid in the flowers- Laughs leaving you both as tears stilled from both of your eyes.
"I love you too Buggy Boo"
#x reader#one peice x reader#one piece#one peice live action#buggy one piece#buggy the clown x reader#buggy x reader#buggy thoughts#op buggy#buggy x female reader#buggy x wife reader
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But I'm a Lesbian! pt.4
ellie x abby x dina x fem!reader a/n: Hellooo angels!! so sorry for the wait!! writers' block has been hitting me wayy too hard. I might break everything into smaller parts to release chapters more frequently, so expect shorter chapters!
â Part one! â Part two! â Part three! â Part five! â Part six!
"Got your cigs!âÂ
With a swift motion, Dina tossed the pack across the room, aiming for Ellieâs bed but missing. The box made contact with Ellie's face with a resounding thud, prompting a groan of pain from her.
"Ow!! What the fuck?" Ellie gtoaned, rubbing her sore cheek.
Dina rolled her eyes, settling herself on your bed with a snack in hand. The room was now dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a small desk lamp in the corner.
You laid on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Meanwhile, Ellie was reclined on her stomach with an ice pack on her ass. Abby sat perched on the edge of Ellie's bed, eyeing the cigarettes.
"Pass me one," Abby requested, gesturing towards Ellie.
Ellie, cigarette already between her lips, shook her head. "No."
"Aw, come onn," Abby urged, throwing her head back in frustration.
Ellie remained firm, clutching the box. "Get your own."
Abby reached for a cigarette, but Ellie swiftly slapped her hand away. "Dude!"
"One won't hurt!" Abby argued, her tone becoming more insistent.
Ellie's grip tightened on the cigarette box. "fuck off."
Growing impatient, Abby's hand hovered menacingly over Ellie's bruised ass. "I swear, Ellie, I'll do it."
Ellie shot a warning glance over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing at the threat. She began to squirm, trying to avoid Abby's hand. "I fucking said no!"
Dina couldn't help but snicker. "Come onn, just give her one."
"Your last chance elâs." Abby persisted, her hand slowly lowering towards ellieâs ass.Â
"Seriously, Abby," Ellie cautioned, âDonât fucking do it."
Suddenly, Abby's hand descended forcefully, delivering a sharp and stinging slap. Ellie couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain, her body tensing at the sudden impact.
With a smirk playing on her lips, Abby swiftly grabbed Ellie's legs and pulled them towards her, snatching the cigarette box from her grasp. With a satisfied grin, she retrieved one and lit it up, enjoying her victory.
"Damnn," dina remarked with a grin
Ellie shot Abby a glare, rubbing her stinging ass cheek, while Abby leaned back with a satisfied expression, puffing on her cigarette.
Suddenly, you were starting to feel overwhelmed. Panic began to bubble up inside you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that this place was too chaotic, too unpredictable.
"I-I..need to get out of here," you muttered, your voice trembling with anxiety. "This place is fucking crazy! Everyone's just...a bunch of horny, depraved lesbians!"
Abby snapped her fingers in front of you, "woah, woah, woah! I am NOT depraved,"Â
âMe neither!â Dina chimed in with a smirk. âI fingered a girl on Ellieâs bed last month!â
Ellie's expression shifted to one of disbelief. "Dude, what the hell!?" she exclaimed.
With a cheeky smile, Dina shrugged. âYou didnât even notice the squirt stain,â she teased.
Ellie let out a disgusted groan, burying her face in her hands.
"Come on, give me a break," Dina snickered. "It was the most action your bed had seen in months."
As You continued to pace, your mind raced with thoughts of escape and confusion. "This is insane," you muttered, running your hand through your hair. âItâs only my first night here! How the actual fuck has so much shit happened?!âÂ
Dina walked towards you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey, hey, calm down," she said soothingly, trying to steady your frantic pacing. "It's not that bad here."
You gestured to your nose, which was still sore from the earlier. " how the fuck am I supposed to eat someone out with a broken nose?!" you exclaimed, âI canât even have a little action out here!âÂ
Abby let out a chuckle "I'm sure we can find a way to work around it," she said smirkingly.Â
You scoffed walking towards her, swiftly taking the cigarette from her grasp and inhaling deeply. Taking a long drag, you felt a bit calmer as the smoke filled your lungs. Sitting down, your leg bounced anxiously as you tried to calm your nerves.Â
Ellie, still recovering from the slap on her ass, sat up with a wince of pain. She placed a comforting hand on your back, offering a soothing gesture. "Hey, ifâŠâ she suggested. "If you help us steal our stuff back...we'll help you escape."Â
Her words sparked a glimmer of hope in your mind, a potential solution to your growing unease. You nodded slowly, considering the offer.Â
Ellie leaned forward, her eyes gleaming âWe'll wait until late at night when everyone's asleep. Then, we'll sneak into the director's office, find our confiscated items, and make a run for it. Simplee"
Abby let out a scoff, shaking her head in disbelief. "That's your plan? Sneak into the director's office like a bunch of amateurs and hope for the best? No way."
Ellie's brows furrowed. "What's your fucking plan, then?"
Abby flashed a confident grin. "We need to create a distraction. Something big enough to draw everyone's attention away from us"
You perked up, intrigued by Abby's suggestion. "But what kind of distraction?"
Abby's smirk widened. "How about a fire? We start a small one in the courtyard, nothing too serious, just enough to set off the alarms and send everyone into a panic. While they're busy dealing with that, we slip away unnoticed."
Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Too damn risky. What if it gets out of control?"
Abby waved off her concerns. "We'll make sure it's under control. Trust me, it'll work.â
"Okay, that solves the sneaking issue," you said, contemplating the plan. "But what about my escape?"
Dina's eyes lit up with excitement. "You can steal the director's car!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "That way, she won't be able to chase after you."
You raised an eyebrow at Dina's suggestion. "Steal the director's car? Are you serious?"
Dina nodded. "duhh!"
"But how do I even get the keys?" you asked.
Abby smirked, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Leave that to me."
#ellie williams#ellie fanfic#ellie x y/n#ellie x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie tlou#ellie smut#abby anderson#abby fanfiction#abby tlou#dina tlou#dina nolastname#ellie williams au#abby anderson au
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Still Life and Nude Surprises
Summary: you need to prep for an art show and sign up for a class for extra practice. the model youâre assigned however turns out to be someone you know very well.
Pairing: best friend!Felix x fab!reader
Genre: friends to lovers au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: nude modeling, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mention of overstimulation, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, implied multiple rounds
Notes: another fic from when I was feral sorry not sorry lol this was fun to write though and itâs Felix soâŠ. lol
If you enjoyed please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated âĄ
Divider by @cafekitsune
Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)
"Hold still!"
You chastised the blonde who was at the moment wiggling around in his seat, his eyes focused on his computer screen as he blasted god knows what on the latest game he acquired.
"Y/n! Lemme just finish this round, then I'll do anything you say," he responded as he showed off his biggest pouty face.
You sighed, not being able to say no to that face. Felix smiled and went back to his game, his fingers tap tapping on the keyboard.
Felix is your best friend, he has been since you were neighbors as a kid. You've done everything together, from attending dances as each others dates, sleepovers as kids, endure heartbreaks, and even live within the same building as adults.
You couldn't live without him, your relationship going beyond your wildest dreams.
Now, you were trying to sketch your best friend as you were trying to improve your still life skills, preparing for an art show that you had signed up for. Everything was going well until he received a text from a gamer buddy, wanting to go for a round on a new game he recently started.
You set your sketch pad down and watched your friend as he scrunched his face in concentration, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he shot down enemy after enemy. It was pretty humorous to watch, as everytime he missed his target he'd scream "noooo!" before concentrating once more.
You knew it was a lost cause, understanding once he started gaming, it would be hours until he would stop. You gathered up your stuff, packing it into your bag.
You got up and walked over to Felix, ruffling up his hair, obscuring his view of the computer screen.
"Y/n!" he exclaimed as he blew his hair out of his face, the strands framing his face haphazardly as a result.
"I'm gonna go home, it's getting late. I"ll see you later ok?"
Felix took a chance and looked away from the screen to you, "I'm sorry, I'm a horrible model."
You chuckled and slapped his arm, the boy yelping at the sting. "No you're not, you just get distracted easily."
You continued to laugh as you walked to his door, listening to Felix mutter under his breath something along the lines of "that's not true."
Closing his door, you walked the few doors down to your apartment, dropping your bag on the hallway table. You really did want to practice your skills as the show was getting closer day by day and you were banking on using Felix to start.
You grabbed your laptop and plopped on the couch, propping your feet on the table in front of you. Opening up the search engine, you began to look for classes that you could attend to help you practice.
You came across a particularly promising site, the company offering a variety of classes from group sessions to private ones. You clicked on the private session info bar, as the prospect of it just being you and the model seemed appealing.
You noticed they offered private nude modeling sessions as well, your eyebrow raising in interest. This would be the perfect opportunity to study the human body and to improve your skills on drawing it.
The company had a few sessions open over the next few days which would be perfect as you were free. You clicked on the time slot for tomorrow's private session, your mind running over the pros and cons.
You've never sketched anyone nude, the prospect seeming a little embarrassing to you, but how would you get better if you didn't step out of your comfort zone? Plus, these models were trained for this, and it was with a reputable company.
The cost of the class wasn't much either, definitely within your budget. You filled in your information, whatever they asked for. Once done, your hand hovered over the book button, as you considered what to do.
"Fuck it," you said, bringing your finger down to press book.
A confirmation page popped up saying your session was successfully booked and they'd see you tomorrow. You let out a breath and closed your laptop.
This was really going to happen. You wondered if you'd have a male or female model, noticing there was no option to choose. Shaking your head, you decided not to think about the session until the time came, opting to go in with a fresh and unbiased mind.
You went about the rest of your night, prepping everything you would need for tomorrow. Settling into bed you pulled the covers up to your chin.
You were ready for tomorrow and whatever it were to bring.
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It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, the weather warm but not too hot. The walk to the art studio wasn't too far away, the building being within walking distance.
You were giddy with excitement, your anxieties gone about the details of the session. You texted Felix to let him know you would be occupied today and would be over later on. He didn't mind as he apparently had something to do as well.
You approached a chic building, the outer walls appearing old yet charming to fit the town. You opened the door and walked in, met with the scent only an art studio can provide, from the scents of paints to fresh canvases. The scent of coffee drifted in the air as well, as there was a fresh pot that seemed to have been brewed in the corner of the reception area.
You approached the front desk, greeting the worker behind it.
"Hi, my name is y/n, I'm booked for a private session at 10:30?"
The lady looked in a book on the desk, her manicured fingers running down the page to the appointed time. She tapped her fingers on the page, finding your name as expected.
"We have you all set, would you like to pay now?"
You nodded and pulled out your card. She took care of the payment and then smiled.
"Have a seat, someone will be with you shortly to take you to the studio."
"Thank you," you said, walking towards a comfy looking chair in the corner.
You sat down, cradling your bag to your side. The atmosphere was quiet, the occasional sound of chatter meeting your ears. You watched as people walked to and from, their focus on getting to their destination.
Not long after sitting down, a young woman appeared calling your name. You hurriedly grabbed your bag and walked towards her.
"Ready?" she asked with a smile.
"Absolutely," you responded as you followed the lady down the hall.
She stopped at a door, the placard reading studio eight. It was more secluded than the other studios, the room being near the back of the hall. The lady opened the door and stepped in, you following right behind her.
As you crossed the threshold, you took in the surroundings of the room. It wasn't too small but not too big. The walls were covered with sketches and paintings, portraying various body types. Each painting was beautiful, the artist capturing the details of the human body in intricate detail.
There was a ceiling to floor mirror along one wall, the whole room visible in its reflection. In the center of the room, there was a chair next to a series of boxes, linen draped over it to make a makeshift bed. You eyed the stool next to an easel, which you assumed is where you would be sitting.
"So, this is where your session will take place. You have this space for four hours. If you need assistance of any sort, just press this button here and one of the staff members will assist you."
You followed her hand as she pointed to a blue button next to the door. You nodded and faced the lady again, waiting for her to continue.
"You have opted for a nude model for your session correct?"
"Yes, I have," you replied, feeling your cheeks flush at her question.
"They will enter after I leave. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you can ask them to robe again, they will not mind. I think that's all. Any questions?"
You shook your head no, as everything was pretty straight forward.
"Great! Go ahead and get settled, your model will be in shortly!"
You thanked the lady and walked over to the easel. Setting your bag down, you began to pull out your sketch book and various pencils, setting them up accordingly. You sat on the stool, crossing your legs as you waited for your model to arrive.
It didn't take long until a different door than you came in opened, a person stepping in within the room. It was a flurry of movement as they walked into the room with their head down.
"Sorry, I'm a little late," the person said in a deep voice.
Wait...you knew that voice. Shocked, your head snapped up to look more closely at the person. You couldn't believe it, that person was...
"Y/n?!"
"Felix?!"
Your model was Felix? Your best friend? What the fuck?!
You were confused and shocked. Felix seemed to be as well as he stared at you with his mouth wide open.
You eyed your friend who was prepped in a white robe, the material seeming soft and cozy on his skin. His long hair was in a ponytail, framed away from his face, his numerous freckles on display.
"What are you doing here?" you asked in disbelief.
"I could ask you the same thing," Felix responded as he came closer to you.
"I uh...I signed up for a class to work on my skills since you know..." you said, your voice trailing off at the end.
The atmosphere was tense, neither one of you knowing what to do. You never expected to see your best friend here, especially since he never mentioned he modeled for an art studio...nude at that.
Felix nodded at your response, "I work here as a side gig...make some extra cash you know?"
You nodded, accepting his answer.
"Why did you never tell me you did this?" you inquired, curiosity getting the best of you.
Felix fiddled with the strap of his robe, his gaze anywhere but yours. After a moment he cleared his throat.
"Well, I thought you'd find it weird. I mean I'm naked in front of people and they draw me in the nude. How would I bring that up with you?"
He had a point. That would definitely make for an interesting conversation. Now the question becomes do you go on with the session? Sketch your best friend nude? You could make him keep the robe on.
"Do you...do you still want to proceed with this?" Felix asked, his hands gesturing toward the makeshift bed in the center of the room.
"I'm ok if you are," you said shrugging.
Felix cleared his throat, surprised at your answer. Recovering quickly, he said, "Of course."
You nodded and watched as he padded toward the bed, stopping in front of it for a moment. His hands went to the strap of his robe, his fingers fiddling with the knot before he stopped.
"You ok with sketching me nude?"
"Yes Lix, I've seen you naked before."
You really have and with years of being best friends, it was bound to happen.
Felix nodded before he grasped the strap again, this time untying the knot.
You watched as the knot fell away, the straps now dangling at his side. He brought his hands up, to grab the soft material and slide it off his shoulders. With a flurry of movement, he let the robe fall, the fabric pooling at his feet.
You gasped, your eyes glued to your best friend as he stood in the center of the room, his back to you. Taking the chance, your eyes roamed his back, taking in his muscular frame, down to his lithe waist, which you've always admired. You smirked at seeing his ass wanting to reach out and smack it.
Felix took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face you. You watched with bated breath as he now stood facing you, his eyes on yours.
Your eyes drifted down his torso, eyeing his nipples, the pinkish-brown buds perky in the cold room. You eyed him further down, down, down until you came to his pelvis, a happy trail of hair leading down to his cock.
You subconsciously licked your lips, your eyes glued to his soft cock lying amongst a smattering of hair, his balls hanging nice and delicate. You couldn't help but admire his cock, wondering how it would feel in your hands, how it would feel...
"Earth to y/n! My eyes are up here pervert!" Felix exclaimed while snapping his fingers to get your attention.
You snapped your eyes up to his face, feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You definitely were just checking out your best friend, the feeling in your panties a little more wet than when you came in.
You cleared your throat and gestured toward the bed, "Umm, wanna get started?"
Felix nodded, "How do you want me?"
"You can just lounge on the bed for now."
Felix nodded again and sat on the bed, swinging his legs up to rest on the linens. You walked over to your best friend and stopped in front of him, your hands reached out. You hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes asking silent permission to touch him.
"Go ahead, position me how you want," Felix chuckled.
You took his hand in yours and draped it across his face, his fingers dangling delicately on the side of his cheeks. You angled his head to look toward where you would be sitting. You looked at his legs, taking a breath before propping one of his legs up.
Once finished, you quickly took a step back, eyeing your work. Satisfied, you sat down on your stool and grabbed your sketch book.
You picked up a pencil and began to sketch, easily getting lost in your work. You looked up at Felix every now and then, to get some details solidified in your head before you translated it onto paper.
It was silent in the room, neither one of you speaking. It was not as awkward as you thought it would be, but rather comforting.
Time passed and you got more of your sketch done, the outline being nearly complete.
Felix was staring at you, watching your hands dance across the page, sketching his frame. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, admiring how you got lost in your work, that not even your best friend posing naked for you can distract you.
He loved how you let out a small smile when you got a detail just right or how you scrunched up your face and bit your lip when something did not seem right.
You were beautiful, that he couldn't deny and you were even more beautiful in this moment, sitting on a stool in an art studio underneath the dim lights.
Felix started to feel warm, despite laying right under the air conditioner, the feeling spreading down his belly and settling at his cock. He could feel the blood slowly fill out his cock, the appendage slightly harder than before, laying haphazardly against his pelvis.
He willed himself to breath, to cool down, not wanting you to see the effect you have on him. He could never live that down. He tried to look everywhere but your face, especially when your head was down. But to no avail, the feeling increased, his cock twitching slightly in response.
You looked up at your friend to get another look at his torso for shading the area on your sketch, but froze at what you saw. Felix seemed to be in turmoil, his breath shaky, his eyes darting everywhere around the room.
Your eyes traveled to his cock, noticing how it seemed to have hardened some since you last took a look at him. You thought you would feel embarrassed, however, you felt quite the opposite.
You lingered on his cock a little longer, a a pleasurable shock traveling down your body and straight to your core. You pressed your thighs together in response, feeling your slick slowly seep into your panties.
You cleared your throat and went back to your sketch, not wanting Felix to catch you staring, not let him know that you were aware he was hard while you sketched him.
Felix was turned on, that was the brunt of it. He tried to stop his reaction to you, but he just couldn't do it. He felt his cock hardened until it stood fully at attention, the tip pressing up against his pelvis.
It was torture laying there, only a few feet away from you, his cock so hard it was starting to hurt. He wanted to touch himself, relieve the ache, and maybe just maybe you could help him out too.
He watched as you lifted your head up once more, gasping at the state of him.
You were in shock, noticing now that Felix's cock was fully hard, the member seeming angry and red at the lack of attention it received. You could see something shiny glistening on the hairs littering his pelvis. You watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed from his tip, the liquid dripping down his shaft until it reached the hairs, getting caught in the thickness.
Looking at Felix's face, you could tell he was miserable, as he breathing was shallow and he was clenching and unclenching his hands. You knew he wanted to touch himself to relieve himself of the ache he was feeling.
"Felix?" you questioned, your eyes reaching his. "Do you wanna touch yourself?"
Felix's eyes widened at the question, disbelief written on his face.
"I'm..I'm sorry y/n, I just couldn't help it," he stuttered, lowering his eyes in embarrassment.
"It's ok," you responded with a smile. "You can touch yourself, make yourself feel good. I'll continue to sketch."
Felix stared at you for a moment more before he took his other hand that was at his side and placed it on his chest.
You watched as he gripped his aching cock and gave it a squeeze as he moaned lowly. He shifted his hand upwards, his thumb pressing on his slit before gathering up some of the leaking pre-cum.
He began to stroke his cock, steady but slowly, his fist reaching the base just to travel back up and circle around the head. Felix kept eye contact with you, your sketching forgotten, as you took to watching your best friend pleasure himself.
He increased the speed of his wrist movement, wet sounds from the aid of his precum filling the room. With each moan he let out, you felt your pussy clench over nothing. You were soaking wet, your panties stuck to your skin by now, your clit throbbing to be touched.
"Y/n," Felix said, his voice raspy as he continued to stroke his cock. "Can you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself for me?"
You looked into Felix's pleading eyes, watching as he licked his lips and swallowed. You didn't give a moments thought at your friend's request, instead ridding yourself of your leggings.
You stood before Felix, your fingers going to the band of your panties. You watched Felix's eyes drag to the piece of cloth, his eyes widening at the wet patch present on your panties, the material sticking to your skin, leaving nothing to the imagination as the outline of your lips could be seen.
You slowly slid your panties down your legs and set them aside. Felix let out a groan at the sight of your pussy, his cock twitching in his hand.
You sat back down on the stool and spread your legs, your wet folds separating to show him your entrance. He kept his eyes glued to your pussy as you brought a finger to your clit, flicking the bud and the rubbing it gently.
You sighed out as you dipped a finger lower into your hole, gathering your slick that was pooling there before bringing it back to your clit. You circled it gently, applying the slightest pressure, a jolt of pleasure causing your pussy to clench.
Time passed as you both sat there, eyes on each other as you pleasured yourself, the room filled with wet sounds and the mix of both of your moans.
You matched Felix's pace as he stroked his cock, harder and faster, his hips bucking up into his hands. You let out a whimper as you felt the tightening within your belly, the coil tightening, filling your core with warmth.
"Felix, m'close," you moaned as your fingers slipped and slid around your clit, your pussy getting wetter by the minute.
"Yeah? Cum for me? Will you cum for me like a good girl?" Felix cooed. "I'm close too, fuck."
Your breathing increased as the coil expanded in your belly, the feeling getting larger and larger until you tipped over the edge, your walls spasming, clenching down rhythmically as you rode out your high.
You didn't stop rubbing your clit, watching as Felix let out a groan as he bucked his hips, spurts of cum landing on his belly creating a painting with its pearly white sheen.
You pulled your hand away, the feeling of overstimulation settling in. You looked at your best friend, both of you breathing hard as you came down from your highs.
You chuckled as you noticed Felix was pretty much in the same position you put him in, his resolve at staying true to his role admirable.
"You um...you can keep sketching if you'd like," Felix said, his voice soft with uncertainty.
"We literally just got off together and you want me to continue sketching?" you asked incredulously as you cocked your eyebrow.
Felix cleared his throat, his body slighly shifting on the makeshift bed causing his softened cock to jiggle.
"Well...yeah, you paid and all..."
You stared at your best friend in disbelief. You hated that he had a point, you did pay a pretty sum to be here today. But here you were, nude from the waist down, your nether region a mess. You sighed and picked up your pencil, moving your hand to start sketching again.
There was silence once more as you got into the zone, focusing on shading in your sketch. You began to hum to yourself, adjusting yourself sligthly on the stool.
Felix returned to staring at you, watching you get lost in your work. He tried not to remember that you were naked waist down, your pussy seconds away from being on display if you decided to open your legs.
The thought caused arousal to seep through his body once more. He cursed silently as he felt his cock twitch. Why does he have to be turned on by you? He's never had this reaction before for any other client.
Maybe it was because they were strangers, people he didn't know, while you were his best friend, his life line.
He couldn't help it as his thoughts wandered, wondering how you would feel wrapped around him. He wondered how you would sound as he pounded into you, making you feel better than any of your little flings ever could.
He peeked down to look at his lower half as he silently groaned noticing his cock was fully hardened, resting against his belly once more.
You looked up to gather reference and noticed Felix's cock was hard, more of his precum leaking out and onto his belly. You squeezed your thighs together at the sight as your tongue darted out and licked your lips.
"Fuck this," you said, tossing your sketch book to the side.
You stood up and walked towards Felix, lifting your shirt up and over your head in the process. You unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor, your tits spilling out and on view for your friend.
Felix scrambled up quickly and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you toward him until you stood right in front of his face. He grasped your waist and smashed his lips to yours, letting out a moan as your lips moved with his.
Your hand reached down to grasp his cock, giving it a squeeze. Felix moaned against your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.
"Can I fuck you y/n?" Felix asked with hope in his eyes.
You've both come this far, why stop now you thought.
"Sure," you agreed as more arousal gushed out of your pussy and onto your thighs at the thought of his cock filling you up.
Felix helped maneuver you onto the makeshift bed as he hovered above you. He spread your legs and pushed them upwards, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy, your slick coating your folds and dripping down your ass.
He brought his thumb down to press against your swollen clit that was peeking through your folds. You let out a whine at the sensation, your pussy clenching around nothing.
"I've waited for this moment for a long time y/n," Felix said, his eyes lifting up to your face.
"Me too," you confessed, your heart swelling at the thought that you both have liked each other probably for years.
He really was your person, your everything, and you would love nothing more than to give yourself fully to him.
Felix smiled down at you before swiping his finger over your clit again, watching as you wiggled your hips at his touch.
"I'm gonna give you my cock now," he grunted, grasping the appendage at the base.
He rubbed his cock through your folds, collecting your slick before pressing against your entrance, his eyes glued to how his head disappeared within your hole.
You mewled as he withdrew his cock just to press into your entrance again as he fucked you with just the tip.
"Felix, please," you whimpered, holding your legs open even more.
"Want my cock hm?" Felix asked, his eyes on yours. He watched as your mouth hung open, soft moans falling out as he teased you, spreading your folds open with just his head.
He was faring no better as he felt a shutter run through him, every time he sunk his tip within your warmth.
"Fuck me," you commanded, your eyes snapping open and staring Felix down.
You reached for his cock, your hand wrapping around the shaft. You wiggled your hips attempting to take more of his cock, ignoring how Felix was laughing at you.
"Ok, ok, don't get your panties in a twist," Felix chuckled. "Oh wait, you lost those hours ago, so desperate for my cock y/n."
Without any other warning, he slammed his hips into yours with a groan, sinking his length within your walls until bottomed out.
"Fuck, so warm and tight," he grunted as he began to thrust his hips into yours, withdrawing his cock just until he was all the way out and pushing back in.
You pussy clenched around him, the feeling of his cock stretching you out causing waves of pleasure to settle in your pelvis.
Felix grasped your legs, pushing them further to your chest as he pummeled his hips to yours, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He couldn't believe how tight you were, how your walls molded around his cock perfectly, like you were made for him.
His moans mingled with yours, as you both chased your highs. Felix licked his fingers and brought them back down to your clit, the digits slipping and sliding along the nub, causing shocks of pleasure to wreck your frame.
"Shit, I'm close, gonna cum. Can I come inside?" Felix panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
"Please, need your cum!" you whimpered as your pussy contracted at the thought of his cum within you.
Felix slammed his hips into yours once more before stilling, ropes of his cum flooding your walls.
"That's it, take my cum," Felix cooed as he continued to finger your clit.
You let out a loud moan as you came, your arousal seeping out of your pussy, coating Felix's cock as he thrusted his hips into yours a few more times to help you ride out your high.
Felix peered down at you, his eyes searching yours as you panted, your hands running down your body. He slowly withdrew his softening cock, his eyes glued to how his cum leaked out of your pussy, a smile gracing his face.
He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips once more as he whispered "I love you."
You carded your fingers through his hair, eagerly returning the kiss.
"And I love you Felix," you cooed.
You both laid there a little longer, exchanging soft kisses, neither one of you in a rush to move.
After a while, Felix perked up, mischief in his eyes.
"Wanna keep sketching? You still have another hour."
You smirked at the suggestion, knowing exactly where it will lead, and that was definitely ok with you.
"Sure thing, let's go for another round," you teased with a grin.
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Sundress - Lucifer x fem!reader NSFW
warnings: NSFW, MDNI pls thank you, cunnilingus, established relationship, possessive Lucifer, doesn't really have a plot just smut
I read a prompt on Pinterest that made me think to write this one shot with Lucifer. Enjoy~
It was a nice sunny day in hell, and Y/n couldn't help but feel liberated by such a nice temperature and atmosphere so she decided to put on a nice sundress, ready to pass the day sunbathing on the balcony like a lizard.
Of course that was her plan but as soon as Lucifer saw her there was no chance of escaping him at all
''Oh my golly, you look so beautiful, sweetheart where are you going with this nice little dress, mhh?~,,
the dress was rather short and he couldn't help but put a hand on her thigh gently stroking up and down on it. Y/n started blushing her legs ready to buckle and give up on her, Lucifer of course noticed this already swooping her off her feet and carrying her to their shared bedroom in the hotel.
He positioned her on the table, placing himself in between her legs, and holding her waist he started kissing her on the lips softly. Her hands started wondering from around his neck to his hair where while they were kissing she tugged at it slightly, making Lucifer smirk in between kisses.
''mh you are a mischievous little one aren't you,,
he says, one of his hands wondering down under the dress to their panties, already socked in her juices, he smirked at that and leaned in to kiss her on the neck making them moan
''Luci...,,
he hummed on her neck and started nibbling making her whimper and tug on his hair even more. He then decided to travel to her inner legs, kissing her thighs until he got close to the core, breathing hot hair on it. He moves the panties off and starts kissing the core softly then inserts his tongue into the action, this makes Y/n moan, she covers her mouth right away not wanting to be heard but Lucifer goes and takes her hands off her mouth
''I want to hear baby don't cover your mouth,,
she nods and puts both her hands back in his hair letting herself get comfortable on the table. Lucifer went back to do his thing, his tongue now flickering on her clit and sucking making her moan loudly and tug on his hair, which makes him whimper and smirk on her pussy. He keeps on licking and sucking at it roughly digging his hands into her thighs tongue now flicking inside of her to taste every inch of skin. This makes her shiver, getting her to thrust her hips forward to deepen the feeling, Lucifer knows exactly what he's doing and seeing her in this state made him throb. He couldn't lie he got hard just by seeing her in that skimpy sundress so the fact that she was willing to fuck with him made him even harder. When he realized she was close to her climax he started unzipping his pants, taking off his coat too rolling up his sleeves and getting his head out from her legs. His tip started brushing her core awaiting entry. He looks her in the eyes for any type of consent, noticing this she nods profusely holding herself up with her elbows on the table and legs spread.
Lucifer smirked at this thrusting right in with one buck of his hips, Y/n moaning and pushing her head backwards. Lucifer at first was going pretty slow letting her get used to it, holding her waist while thrusting with his hips, slowly he started to pick up the pace. All you could hear in the room were Y/n moans and the slapping of Lucifer's hips on hers, and occasionally a couple of moans from him as well.
''Oh god...fuck,,
She said with a moan biting her lips, suddenly Lucifer stopped completely and looked at her, Y/n turning her head to see why Lucifer stopped
''What was that, my love?,,
He said digging his fingers in her thigh slightly and smirking. Of course, he was the one fucking you he didn't wanna hear you saying someone else's name
''Lucifer...,,
she said with a moan and whimper, neediness in her voice slightly moving her hips back and forth
''That's what I thought,,
he said with a smirk and a fast and rough thrust into her, making Y/n moan out his name out loud again and go hard and rough until they both arrived at their climax, him pulling out to finish on her belly. They were both huffing and puffing from the speed they'd done this in, but after a few seconds Lucifer fixed his hair and sighed
''Let's get you a bubble bath, my love,,
he says picking her up and snuggling in a kiss on her nose. It's easy to say the devil never disappointed and she was definitely gonna wear that sundress again
a/n: IM DONE AND THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT AS WELL WOWOWOWOW,, I love Lucifer with my whole being and I hope you enjoyed this reading x
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HIS || Post outbreak Joel x f!reader x Tommy x m!original characters || 1k
18+ mdni, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NON CON, smut, gang bang
Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing<3
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*****
âShe out cold?â
âSeems so.â
âToo bad for her.â
You hear loud laughter all around you that sounds more like barking. Your mind is screaming for you to open your eyes but you canât.
âNo one comes in her cunt except me and Tommy, got it?â
Joel.
A memory of the night flashes behind your trembling eyelids.
Youâre sitting on his lap, drawing patterns on his big hairy forearm. Thereâre other men there. Laughing, drinking, taking whatever pills they managed to trade. Cigarette smoke stings your eyes. Joel kisses your neck and you giggle. His stiffening cock twitches under your left asscheek.
You want him so fucking bad. You wish you two were alone.
Their sticky eyes cling to you all night. But youâre with Joel so you feel safe. Protected. His.
His big arm is wrapped around your waist, heavy hand rests on your clothed thigh but you still can feel the heat of his palm through your jeans and your pussy slowly melts into your panties.
When heâs talking to the men, his warm wet breath hits your collar bone. You wish to taste it. You donât mind him smelling like whisky and cigarettes. You want to give him everything.
Heâs taking everything from you right now and sharing you with his friends while heâs at it.
âCan we fuck her mouth?â
âSureâ
This sounds like the bold guy. What was his name? Your mind is blank. Why did you drink so much? Why did you take the drugs they offered?
You trusted Joel. You wanted Joel.
Cold hands open and take off your jeans. Pull your tank top up and off you. You donât fight it. You canât. All the sensations are numbed to the maximum. They touch you with their thick fingers and you feel it seconds later. They spread your legs and hold them bent at the knees.
âLook at the little slut, sheâs so fuckinâ wet,â you hear Tommyâs voice.
âSheâs been grinding against Joel all night,â another gruff voice smirks.
âThirsty whore!â
âSheâs getting more than she bargained for now, huh?â
You donât hear Joel and fear grips your heart tighter.
â âm gonna taste this pussy before you fuckers stick your dirty dicks in her.â Tommy again.
More laughter. You feel his wet tongue slide between your folds. The arousal starts smoldering deep in your core. But the chemicals in your blood douse any pleasant sensation as soon as it appears. Tommyâs sucking on your clit and all you feel is despair.
The darkness swallows you again.
You take a sharp breath and finally open your eyes. Joel is between your naked thighs now, his cock is stabbing your soaked pussy in deep sharp strokes. It burns. Heâs thick. It hurts every time his tip hits your cervix and you whine.
âSlut loves it,â you hear someone on your right. Someoneâs roughly squeezing your breasts and you feel a hot mouth sucking on your nipple.
You focus on Joel. Blown eyes locked with yours, heâs watching you with an expression heâs often had, looking at you on your runs together. Cold, predatory, hungry. It seems that heâs finally doing what heâs always wanted.
You wonder why you have never noticed what was hiding behind his intent stare. You didnât understand it or just didnât want to see the truth. A tear rolls down from the corner of your eye to your temple. Your body is exhausted by this and your mind is pulled into the abyss once again.
Youâre suffocating. Wake up.
You see a soft stomach in front of your eyes. You canât breathe.
âHey, pull out!â Joel barks and the thick cock leaves your mouth. Youâre drooling on your naked chest, coughing, wheezing, swallowing globs of air.
You raise your eyes. You recognize the man whoâs holding your head up, roughly gripping your hair. He slapped your ass as soon as you arrived at Joelâs place. Joel shot him a glare but didnât say anything. You should have known.
âYa gonna kill her like that,â Joel growls without a trace of worry in his cold voice.
âWho gives a shit,â the man laughs and pulls on your chin, opening your mouth and pushing his cock back inside.
Your face is wet with tears and something else. Your mind spares you and you black out before the man comes down your throat.
Next time your eyes snap open Tommyâs standing on the bed over your torso, his cock sliding back and forth between your glistening breasts. Theyâre slippery and it glides smoothly as heâs moaning over you. A smell of cum hits your nose. Someoneâs fucking your sore cunt but you donât see who.
Suddenly you feel hot. You realize that your back is leaning on someone big and warm behind you. You just notice the hands pushing your breasts together for Tommy to fuck.
You recognize these big hands immediately.
âJoelâ. Your weak voice is barely audible among the cacophony of male groans and curses.
âRise and shine, sweetheart,â he rasps brushing the shell of your ear with his lips, âYou just missed Ben cominâ all over ya tits. Poor fucker blew his load as soon as he got to touch âem.â
He barks a laugh and you flinch.
âFuck you!â you hear a voice from afar and they all laugh again.
âItâs ok, sweetheart,â Joel coos at you, turning your head to the side making you face him. He smiles at you but his gaze stays icy. âYouâre pretty. They havenât used a pretty girl like you for a while. They need it. Youâll understand.â
He leans down and kisses your puffy lips, pushing his tongue between them and claiming the last part of you. You've been longing for this kiss as long as you knew him but now all you feel is rage. You lift your shaking hand and drop it on Joelâs forearm. The one you were caressing just a couple of hours ago. With your last strength you try to scratch him but leave nothing but faint white marks.
Joel chuckles against your lips,
âFeisty kitten. Donât worry. In the morninâ Iâll give you a bath and fuck you again. This time alone.â
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Thank you for reading!â„ïž
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hi! could i place an order for olives and cheese and a hot appetizer. i'd also like fish tacos, veggie burger, and hot dog. then for the drinks, could i get ice tea, champagne, and an espresso (fem dom reader if youâre okay with that). i don't need dessert but if you want to add it that's okay! and for the servers iâd like charles leclerc and max verstappen. p.s my fav track is spa
Dia's Diner Menu / Masterlist
olives and cheese friends to lovers hot appetizer sweet sex fish tacos "Just lie back and let me take care of you" veggie burger "Feel how hard you make me" hot dog "Thought about you while touching myself. The real thing is much better" ice tea oral champagne threesome espresso dom/sub (dom!reader) light dessert some aftercare + moussaka "You look your best covered in my cum"
boyfriend!Max Verstapen x girlfriend!reader x bsf!Charles Leclerc
TW: oral (m!receiving/f!receiving), face sitting, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, PiV, PiA, threesome mmf, charles gets used (sexually), switch!max, dom!reader, sub!charles, MxM action, degradation, praise, semi public sex (car), inappropriate elevator behaviour, unprotected sex x2, cumming inside, cumming on someone, no real plot mostly just porn, also smut straight under the cut
WC: 3.2k
A/N: this is like filthy filthy - I got started and I couldn't stop. also, in this fic reader and max are dating and charles is their best friend.
request more lestappen x reader pls ...
âFuck,â I say, my voice laced with a laugh as I look down at the man in front of me. âIs that what you wanted?â
Max whines, his eyes glassy as he desperately tries to thrust up into my hand despite me pushing his hips down. I laugh at him, finally bringing my hand back down to his hard dick, wrapping it around him and giving him a few strokes, running my thumb across the slit which had him moaning.
âI think I asked you a question?â I say, gripping his length just a bit harder. âIs that what youâve been thinking about, you little whore? Bringing your best friend into our bed.â
âYes,â Max moans, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks flushed and chest raising and falling with each desperate breath he takes. âYes, fuck, I canât stop thinking about it. Since -â
He cuts himself off with a loud whine, his head falling backwards when I lean down and wrap my lips around his tip, circling it with my tongue. I pull back, a string of saliva still connecting me to him and lay a slap against his thigh. âDidnât tell you to stop talking.â
I kitten lick his tip before placing kisses down his length lower and lower until Iâm finally running my tongue along his balls.
Max moans loudly and I can feel his thighs tense as he tries to keep himself from thrusting his body upwards. I look up at him through my eyelashes, the massage clear in my eyes. Keep talking.
âA, fuck fuck ⊠a few days ago when you were walking with him from Ferrari to RedBull, and he had his arm on your back and you were laughing at something he said.â Maxâs hand goes to my hair, his fingers tangling into the strands but he doesnât pull, just holds my hair as I keep working my mouth on his cock. âYou two looked so hot together - canât help it!â
âOh baby,â I cooed, pulling away and wrapping one of my hands around him instead. âYou saw us talking together and suddenly all you can think about is a threesome. You desperate dirty whore.â
âHe wants it too,â Max babbled, his eyes rolling back from pleasure. âIâve seen the way he looks at you.â
âAnd Iâve seen the way you look at him,â I shot back, speeding up the movement of my hand. âLet me tell you something Maxie, I would be more than happy to have a threesome with Charles but if you want it that bad, youâre the one who has to do something about it. Does that work for you?â
âYes, yes!â He said, his voice desperate. âIâll do it, swear! Iâll ask him!â Max whined, his abdomen tensing and I could tell that he was close. âIâm gonna cum! Please let me cum!â
âCum,â I said before leaning down and taking all of him into my mouth, gagging a little when I felt his tip rub against the back of my throat. It only took a few bobs of my head and Max was cumming, shooting his load down my throat, moaning like a whore.
âż âż âż
Itâs a few days later, the conversation just barely lingering in the back of my mind, that something happens.Â
Weâre on our way back from a grid get together, just something for the drivers and the WAGâs. All three of us, Max, Charles and me. Max was sitting in the front, his eyes focused on the road, and I was in the back with Charles, deciding to keep him company rather than let him sit in the back alone. That was possibly a bad move on my side.
It was a logical thing, to offer to drive Charles back, seeing as we lived in the same building and it was too late for him to bike back home. That didnât mean that the situation in the car was comfortable - in fact, the tension was so thick it felt suffocating, even with the windows rolled down and the wind running through my hair as Max sped down the streets of Monaco.
It was quiet, not even the radio playing, which probably contributed to the tension. I was about to open my mouth, say something, say anything really as the silence was becoming unbearable.
But instead the only thing that came out of my mouth was a gasp. A gasp, as Charles put his hand on my naked thigh, where my dress had ridden up, his thumb rubbing circles into my skin. A gasp, as my eyes met Maxâs in the rear-view mirror, his eyes scrunched up letting me know he was smirking.
This was planned.
This was discussed.
Between the two of them.Â
I had told Max that if he wanted a threesome with Charles he was going to be the one to discuss it with him. Apparently he had - and I wasnât about to complain.
I looked over to Charles, a hint of hesitation still visible in his eyes. âWell,â I said, my voice finally breaking the silence we had fallen into. âAre you gonna keep your hand there or are you gonna be a good boy and do something?â
Charlesâs eyes widened, his pupils dilating and his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed his spit.Â
I could hear Max laugh from the front of the car. âGo on Charles,â he said, his voice holding a teasing tone. âIâll even give you a challenge. Make her cum before we reach the building.â
I canât help the amused laugh that escapes me. While more often than not when we were having sex Max was leaning onto the much more submissive side he did enjoy taking control from time to time. Seems like Charles was going to get the privilege of seeing one of those times.Â
Charles doesnât need to be told twice, his hand moving up my thigh and slipping underneath my dress. His breath hitches when his fingers brush directly against my slit, my arousal coating his fingers.
His eyes meet mine and as we pass under one of the street lights I can see how flushed his cheeks had gotten. âPanties didnât do with the dress,â I said, licking my lips. I thought about it for a second before leaning forward and kissing him, gently pulling on his bottom lip with my teeth.
Charles whines into the kiss and finally his fingers brush over my clit and I let out a satisfied hum. He runs his fingers through my folds a few times, coating them in my wetness before slowly pushing one inside of me.
He thrusts it into me a few times before getting more comfortable and adding another finger in. âOh there we go Charlie,â I say, my voice slightly breathless. âFeels so good, baby, keep going.â
I can see his eyes light up at the praise and the movement of his fingers starts to speed up His fingers curl each time he pushed them back inside, rubbing just right against my most sensitive spot and he brings his thumb down to my clit, flicking it in time to match the thrusts of his fingers.
He works fast, heâs desperate and soon enough heâs bringing me to the edge of an orgasm. Looking to the front I can see Max is holding the wheel with only one hand and rather obviously palming himself through his jeans with the other. Maybe Iâd be doing that while driving but he is a 3 times racing world champion so it doesnât really matter.
I moan, feeling the pressure and burning in my stomach and grab onto Charlesâs arm to steady myself and keep his hand there. âYouâre gonna me cum, Charlie,â I say, my voice cracking. âKeep going!â
Itâs only a few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of my clit and Iâm cumming, my orgasm coating his fingers.Â
Charles pulls his fingers out, glistening with the remains of my arousal and orgasm, and without any hesitation pops them into his mouth. He sucks on his fingers, leaking them clean and moaning at the taste.
âYou taste so good, cheri.â He says, his voice breathy. âBetter than I imagined. I thought about you while touching myself,â he admits, leaning forward and placing kisses along my collarbones. âThe real thing is much better.â
Max groans from the front and Iâm about to reach forward and palm Charles over his jeans when the car pulls up into the garage.Â
âRideâs over, boys.â I said, a small smirk on my lips. âCome on, weâre going up to our apartment.â
Itâs a wonder we even make it to the elevator, thankfully empty, before their hands are all over me. As soon as the elevator doors close Max is pulling me forward, his lips pressing against mine roughly and his hand slipping between my thighs to run his fingers over my pussy.
Charles is behind me, his hands groping my tits, lips pressed against my neck as he grinds his hard cock into my ass.
âYou feel that, cheri?â Charles asks, his accent thick. He pushes his hips forward, his dick rubbing against my ass. âFeel how hard you make me?â
I pull away from Max and turn around to face Charles with a hum, Grabbing onto his shirt I pull him down enough to kiss him. He groans into the kiss but I am soon pulling back and stepping away, moving to stand behind Max, my hands running over his chest.
Itâs silent for a moment, the elevator filled with the sound of heavy breathing as the two of them look at each other. And then something snaps and Charles surged forward, both of his hands cupping Maxâs face as he smashes his lips against Maxâs.
I had to admit it, seeing the two of them kiss was even more attractive than I thought it was going to be. They pulled away just as the elevator dinged before the doors slid open on our floor.
All three of us rushed out and down the hallway, Max fumbling with the keys before opening the front door and then kicking it closed once we were all inside. As soon as the door is closed we waste no time, immediately moving to the bedroom.
I start unbuttoning Charlesâs shirt, my fingers moving along every inch of his revealed skin while Max unzips my dress from behind me and pulls it off my body, leaving me only in my bra. Â
I finally push Charlesâs shirt off and hear shuffling behind me, letting me know Max is taking off his clothes. Charles makes quick work of his pants and then reaches forward, his arms going around me, fingers hooking under my bra and opening it.
Max presses his chest against my back, his dick sliding between my bare thighs, his tip catching against my clit causing me to let out a little moan. Charles takes my bra off and immediately heâs leaning down, running his tongue along the skin of tit before wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking while his fingers toy with the other one.Â
I can feel Max move away because the feel of him between my legs is gone. He moves to the other side of the room, pulling out an all too familiar box of toys and rummaging through it before he pulls out a bottle of lube.
I catch his eye and give him a smirk and silently we agree how the rest of the night is going to be going.
I push my hand into Charlesâs hair, wrapping it around his locks and pulling his head back. He whines, his lips slightly swollen and glazed with saliva, his eyes meet mine. I let go of his hair and cup his cheek, running my thumb over his skin.Â
âYouâre so pretty, baby.â I say, gently pushing against his stomach with one hand to guide him back towards the bed. His knees hit the edge of the bed and I push him down, a smile on my lips. âJust lie back and let us take care of you, pretty boy.â
âPlease,â Charles whines, and obediently moves himself up along the bed, settling down into the mattress once his head is resting on a pillow.
I crawl up to him, straddling his chest and can feel his abs rubbing against my clit. âNow Charlie,â I said, my fingers ghosting over his chest. âMax is going to finger you pretty ass and then when heâs stretched you heâs going to fuck your ass while I ride your cock. Does that sound okay baby?â
Charles whined, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and he nodded his head desperately, his hands gripping my waist. âYes please! Please -â
I could hear the bottle cap opening and liquid squirting and then Charles moaned and I knew Max had started touching him.Â
Charlesâs hands grip my waist, his blunt nails digging into my skin as Max works him open. Behind me I can hear Max laugh, his voice ringing against the walls of the bedroom. âYou should see how well heâs taking it. Like a proper slut.â
âFuck, Y/n,â Charles moans, making me look down at him with a curious look. âNeed to taste you, need it.â He babbles through moans, âSit on my face. Please, ride my face.â
I donât even think it through, too turned on to even entertain the possibility of declining, and why would I want to decline. I move up and turn around so Iâm facing down Charlesâs body and looking at Max, before lovering my hips down to Charlesâs face.
His nose nudges against my clit, pulling a breathy moan from me as he starts thrusting his tongue into my hole, eating me like a man starved. I help him out a bit by moving my hips slightly, rubbing my clit onto his nose.
âHowâs it going Max?â I ask, my voice teasing.
He smiles in reply, two of his fingers buried into Charleâs asshole and heâs thrusting them in. âGoing good, schat.â He replies, leaning forward over Charlesâs body to kiss me.Â
I can feel another orgasm approaching me and so can Charles because he wraps his lips around my clit, his tongue flicking the bundle of nerves and shoves two fingers inside of me, curling them right into my G-spot.
I come with a loud moan, my thighs closing around his head. After taking a moment to calm down from my orgasm I move myself off his face just as Max removes his fingers.Â
âI think heâs ready,â Max says, already pouring lube on his dick. I move forward, squirting some lube onto my own hand before stroking Max with it, helping him lube his dick. âYou ready, Charles?â
âYes,â Charles says. His voice sounds slightly broken, a bit hoarse. âFuck me. Both of you fuck me. Please.â
I wait for Max to push his cock in first. Heâs hissing as he pushes the cockhead in and then the rest of his length. Charles is moaning in pleasure when Max finally bottoms out, lodged balls deep inside of him.
I straddle Charles again, Iâm facing him with my back turned to Max. Max rubs my shoulder with one hand, leaning forward enough for his lips to brush the shell of my ear when he speaks. âIâll hold his cock, you sink down.â
My mouth drops open as Max guides the tip of Charlesâs dick to my opening, a breathy moan falling past my lips as I begin to sink down on his cock.Â
Charles is moaning so loud Iâm sure there will be several noise complaints the next morning but I canât bring myself to care. Not when he feels so good inside of me.Â
âReady, schat?â
âReady, Max.â
Max and I start moving at the same time. Iâm lifting my hips up halfway up Charlesâs dick before lowering myself back down and behind me Max is thrusting into his hole.
Already sensitive from my previous orgasms I find myself quickly approaching another one. I can tell Charles is close too, his dick twitching inside of me. His cheeks are redder than his car, his eyes filled with tears.
I lean forward gently pressing my lips to his. âYou gonna cum, pretty boy?â I ask, my lips brushing against his with every word. âGonna be a good boy and cum for me?â
âYes! Ah! Cumming!â
And thatâs all he manages to say before heâs shooting ropes of cum into me, filling me with his warm cum. I clench around his dick, my own orgasm washing over me, making me close my eyes and throw my head back, a moan caught in the back of my throat.
Charles whines and I donât even realize itâs because Max pulled out until Max is kneeling on the bed next to me. His eyes find mine and he gives me a desperate look, pleas rolling off his tongue.
I move my hand down, wrapping it around his dick and start jerking him off. It only takes a few strokes and heâs cumming, shooting his load across Charlesâs chest and covering him in his cum.
Max pants, trying to catch his breath, his chin resting on my shoulder. âFucking hell, Leclerc.â He says, slightly out of breath. âYou always look hot but damnit, you look your best covered in my cum.â
Charles hides his blushing face into his hands, mumbling out a muffled thank you. Max smiles before getting up and going over to the bathroom to get a towel while I make my way over to the kitchen for some water.
After making it back to bed just in time to see Max finish cleaning Charles up he gently spreads my legs open as well, wiping the cum from my pussy. I pass him one glass of water while offering the other to Charles.
âHere, Charlie, drink some water.â I say, knowing heâs probably too out of it to actually make a move for the glass, I bring to his lips. He drinks about half the glass until he decides heâs done and I put it down on the floor next to the bed.
Finally he snaps out of his trance, his eyes focusing on me and Max. When he speaks, the insecurity is unmistakable in his voice. âShould I get going?â He asks, his voice cracking. âI know you guys are probably tired. Just give me a minute, Iâm not sure my legs are working properly.â
Max and I share a look, both of us shaking our heads.
âYou donât have to leave, Charles.â Max says, âWeâd love to have you stay.â
Charles looks over to me, his eyes giving away just how vulnerable heâs feeling in the moment. I smile gently at him and nod my head, and he lets out a breath, his shoulders slumping.
âIâd love to stay,â he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
Max and I smile at him before moving on either side of him and laying down, quickly melting into the bed. We fall asleep as one big cuddle pile.
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