#That last one is my favorite. I love the rest BUT THAT ONE HAS ME LIKE: đđ
Could you write a Natasha x reader fic where reader gets back from a mission and is really sore so Nat gives reader a massage and reader lets out a little moan then things get heated?
(If not itâs fine)
(Also do you write G!P? If you do can this be a g!p story?)
A little bird told me...
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x G!P Reader (romantic)
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sexual themes, smut, Reader has a cock, sensual massage, mommy kink, mention of punishment, light choking, cowgirl, missionary, lingerie, nipple piercing, handjob, blowjob but not really, alcoholic parent (mention), murder/death (mention) blood (mention), talking about trauma.
A/N: I'm sorry if anything is spelled incorrectly, but English is not my first language. I apologize in advance for my grammar and spelling. If you have any request, I will try and write them.
It was late when the Quinjet finally landed. The mission had gone very well. You, Clint, and Sam had retrieved the information Fury had requested, but not without struggles. You had promised Nat that you would return to her without a scratch, when in reality you were not entirely without injuries. A few cuts here and there, but still nothing to worry about; at least in your opinion.
Nat was waiting for you at the bottom of the ramp, arms crossed and a big smile plastered on her face. You slowly approached her, then put your bag on the ground to hug her, resting your head on her shoulder as one of her hands scratched the back of your neck and the other caressed your back.
"So? How did it go?" she asked, kissing your head before cupping your face in her hands and giving you a kiss that probably lasted longer than it should have. "Any injuries I should know about?" You just shook your head, not wanting to admit that you were actually hurt. But Nat could see right through your lies. "Hey, hey, what did we say about lying? We don't lie to each other, and I know for a fact that this cut wasn't there when we saw each other this morning," she said, referring to the cut on your eyebrow. She then slid her hand from your face to your hand, taking it in hers, and walked with you to your room.
Once inside, she helped you take off your shirt, tended to your wounds, scolded you for not being careful enough, and then left you in the bathroom alone to shower.
"Babe?" you heard her call from the other side of the door as you washed your hair. "Do you want me to give you a massage? I know how relaxing they are, especially after a mission," she continued. You said yes of course, without even hesitating. You've always loved the feeling of her hands on you, even before you started dating. From the way she'd comfort you by placing a hand on your back when a mission wasn't going well, to the way she'd accidentally caress your cock when you were sitting next to each other.
Once out of the shower, you dried yourself, body and hair, then wrapped a towel around yourself and left the bathroom, only to see the lights in the room off, except for your table lamp, which was the only source of light in the room, and Nat sitting on the bed dressed only in her underwear and at that sight you felt your cock harden.
You went to your underwear drawer so you could cover yourself, but Nat stopped you before you could. Turning to look her in the eyes, you noticed that she had already pulled out some boxers for you. Her favorites, to be precise. That black pair of Calvin Kleins she bought you a few months ago. The same pair that you know she completely loses her mind over.
"Put them on and then lie on your stomach. I can see how tense your back is," she said, occasionally biting her lower lip, her gaze never leaving your body, focusing mainly on your eyes, your abs, and the outline of your cock, which was slowly getting harder.
Without hesitation, you did what she said, putting on your underwear and then lying on your stomach. You heard her get out of bed and go to the bathroom, then return and set down a bottle of massage oil.Â
"It's your favorite. Now, relax and let me do all the work."Â
Her hands hovered over your skin, just close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her palms. She started at your shoulders, her touch gentle, teasing. She pressed her thumbs into the tense muscles at the base of your neck, working slowly in firm, circular motions. You sighed softly, your body melting beneath her touch With each stroke, you could feel yourself getting harder, she let her hands glide lower, tracing the curve of your spine. Her fingers spread, following the natural lines of your body, applying just enough pressure to unravel the knots of tension wound tight beneath your skin. You arched subtly, groaning, responding instinctively to the pleasure coursing through you as her hands worked magic, easing away the day's stresses.
She paused, dipping her hands back into the bowl of warm oil, letting it drip languidly over your back. It cascaded in slow, lazy streams, pooling at the base of your spine. She spreads it evenly with her palms, kneading your flesh with a mix of tenderness and control, the friction building a steady, delicious heat. As her hands ventured lower, her thumbs pressed into the small of your back, eliciting a soft gasp and a light hump against the pillow under you. She moved deliberately, savoring every inch of you, reading the subtle shifts of your body like a map. She could feel you breathing slow, your muscles loosening under her touch. Each stroke was an invitation, a promise, lingering just at the edge of something deeper.
Her touch grew bolder, exploring the curve of your body, tracing patterns that left your breath hitting. You turned your head to the side, your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, surrendering completely to the rhythm of her hands. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear as her fingers danced along your skin, every touch deliberate, every movement a silent conversation. And just then, from the immense pleasure you were feeling and from the contact between her pussy and your hips, making you feel how excited she was too, you let out a moan.
âDid you just-? God, turn over, on your back. Now,â and you did just that. She got off the bed, standing in front of you with her arms crossed and a smug smirk on her face, giving you the chance to turn around. Once on your back, she could clearly see your erection and the stain of pre-cum. âOh baby, look at it. You got all turned on, just because Mommy was giving you a massage, hm.â
She slowly moved closer to you, swaying her hips, and sat on your lap, making you moan as her soaked panties touched your erection. She started grinding back and forth, moaning, while you could only whimper, throwing your head back. She gripped your jaw, looking into your eyes.
âA little birdie told me,â she began, her hips never stopping to move, âthat today isnât the first time youâve lied to me this week,â she continued, increasing her speed. She moved her hand from your jaw to wrap around your neck, choking you and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. âYou know how much Mommy hates lies. Normally this would mean you'd be getting punished, but not tonight. But I'll take my time with you,â she concluded, kissing you hard.
At this point, you couldn't even think clearly. Her hand on your throat, applying gentle pressure, her violent kisses, her hips that kept rocking above you didn't allow it. For this, you just nodded without even really understanding her statement. And suddenly, everything stopped. She got up, leaving you alone on the bed, and stood in front of you. You sat on the bed and wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her sternum.
âI missed you so much, bunny,â she whispered, kissing your forehead and running her hand through your hair repeatedly. She definitely missed you judging by the lack of underwear in the drawer, snack wrappers in the bin, and sweatshirts thrown around the room.
You smiled sweetly at her and she immediately smiled back and kissed you softly. She sat down on you, but not before pulling down your underwear, presenting your hard cock, and taking off her panties in turn, which you only now realized were your favorite and that they matched the bra she was wearing, the pink color almost the same as her pale skin given the dim light in the room.
She grabbed your cock, raised herself slightly, and slowly slid your cock inside her. She sat on you, still, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of being full. She took your hands that were on her hips and slowly placed them on her breasts. âI have a surprise for you,â she said, moving her hands behind her back and quickly unhooking her bra. She threw it somewhere in the room, but you didnât notice because what you were focused on were the jewels attached to her nipples. âDo you like them, bunny? You know, theyâre much more sensitive now,â she commented, bringing your hands to her globes again. You started to gently massage her boobs, her mouth making the shape of an O. But when you finally teased and pinched her nipples, she couldnât help but moan loudly.
She finally started to move back and forth on you. You started thrusting, to help her reach climax before you. Usually in these moments she's the one trying to make you come first, but tonight you decided to let her take precedence. Moving a hand from one of her breasts to use as support, you quickly changed positions, with you now on top of her.
You increased your thrusts, moving your other hand to her clit and making tight circles on it, occasionally applying a little pressure. She cried out in pleasure, her movements slowly stopping just like your thrusts, but continuing long enough to allow her to prolong her orgasm as much as possible. She only stopped completely when she started to feel overstimulated.
She let you slide out of her, but still remained sitting on your lap. âYou didnât come?â she asked, but it was less of a question and more of a statement. You shook your head and she sighed, a little disappointed that you didnât finish inside her. She stood up and slowly walked over to your nightstand, where you kept the various bottles of lube. She grabbed one and walked back to you. She fell to her knees in front of you and squirted some onto her hand. You watched her every action, every move with apprehension.
She finally closed her hand around your length, making you throw your head back in pleasure. Natasha started moving her hand up and down your shaft, slowly at first to get you fully hard, then gradually faster. âMommy is making you feel good, mhm?â to which you quickly nodded, letting out moans and groans. âAre you close? Do you want to come for Mommy? Want to be a good little bunny for me?â she asked in vain, because she already knew the answer.
âPlease Mommyâ you started thrusting too, trying to find the right speed to make you come faster.
She squeezed her hand a little tighter while with the other she gently massaged your balls. Seeing you so close to her peak, she engulfed the tip of your cock, tracing the outside with her tongue, and she started sucking. Feeling the sensation of her lips and her tongue on your sensitive tip finally made you cum in her mouth.
She swallowed it all, but when she looked at your face instead of a happy look, she saw only tears. She took action immediately. She laid you down on the bed and ran to the bathroom and started filling the bathtub. Once she was done she came back to the room, this time seeing you face down. She sat down next to you and placed her hand on your back, offering you silent comfort. She gently took your face in her hands, making your eyes meet.
âI have a hot bath ready. Do you want to come with me?â she whispered, giving you a big smile.
You followed her without hesitation, wanting only to be with her in that moment. She went in first, making sure your back was against her chest, and left soft kisses wherever she could reach. Despite her attempt at silent comfort, your tears wouldnât stop falling. âDo you want to talk about it?â Nat asked, noticing the river of tears.
âI saw something while I was on a missionâ you whispered, your voice cracking with almost every word. Nat continued to kiss you, waiting for you to tell her what set you off. âIt was like I was in that house and I was reliving that night all over again.â Nat stopped suddenly.
During your relationship, surprisingly, you were the one who had the hardest time opening up. You grew up in a toxic environment and she knew it. âNothing compared to what you went through,â you told her every time. But Natasha always responded, comforting and reassuring you, saying that her traumas were just as important as yours and that they shouldnât be compared. Of course, you told her, briefly and without much detail, what you went through.
How you grew up in a toxic environment. Your father was a workaholic, who would get irritable whenever he wasnât at work or if he didnât have full control over things. Your mother was an alcoholic, who could only go a short time without drinking alcohol. They never hit you or hurt you physically, but the scars remained. You saw things a child should never see.
One night things got particularly bad. You had just come home from spending the day at a friendâs house. As you entered the house, you noticed that the lights were off, except for the kitchen ones. You walked towards the light, thinking that one of your parents had accidentally left it on before going to bed, but instead, when you entered, all you saw was your fatherâs inert body on the floor, a pool of blood all around him, and your mother was nowhere to be seen. After that, your memories are all hazy, as if your mind had shut down. You only remember Nick Fury sitting in front of you while you're at the police station.
Natasha placed her hands on your shoulders, massaging them and tightening her grip, as if to reassure her. "I know it was hard. But you're strong. Stronger than you think." You opened your eyes and looked at Natasha, a look of gratitude in your eyes. "Thank you, Nat. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Natasha smiled at you, stroking a lock of your damp hair. "We're a team, remember? Always and no matter what." The two of you were silent for a moment, listening only to the sound of the running water.
You rested your head on Natasha's shoulder, feeling protected and safe. Tears slid down your face, but this time they weren't tears of pain, but of relief. Natasha gently wiped your cheeks with her thumb. "It's okay, my love. I'm here."
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oh i hope we can still submit, my favorite Black characters is Claudia de Pointe du Lac
Claudia is a tragic figure. Her life, and the love other characters have for her, both shape the entire narrative of the show. Turned into a vampire at age 14, she spends seven years sneaking into different universities to learn about vampire lore and teach herself half a dozen languages, in order to get away from her violent Maker and find community with other vamps. She loves the main vampire (Louis) like a father but is frustrated by how easily he falls in love with terrible men. At one point, driven to a desperate state by her loneliness and resentment at an eternal childhood, she goes on a killing spree, draining hundreds of people ranging from schoolkids to old steamboat captains and recording their last words in her diary. (This doesn't single her out as a uniquely violent character; every vampire gleefully murders and we're meant to cheer them all on, especially her.)
I love Claudia's rage, her intelligence, her sense of humor, her horrific crimes, and the core of tenderness she still has underneath it all. Every IWTV fan agrees that she did nothing wrong and in fact deserved to commit even more atrocities.
(In addition to celebrating Claudia I also hope this gets more people to watch IWTV--it's one of the absolute best shows I've ever seen)
While I admittedly think the last episode of season 2 was a slap in the face of the lessons of antiblackness throughout the rest of the show, yes, I do think IWTV is one of the best written shows on the topic I've seen.
I appreciate you mentioning her love for Louis, because I feel like so many people minimize or straight up ignore it. She loves Louis, and her love for Louis (and his love for her) is evidenced throughout the show. But she is frustrated and fed up, and rightfully so! It's one of those things when you have parents, lovers, friends, where it's like... "I love you, but you clearly don't love you and refuse to make better choices, and I can't keep dealing with you not taking care of yourself because it's not hurting just you. It's me, too."
I know we all joke she did nothing wrong, but she slipped up a couple times last season lol. But overall, she would have never been in those situations if not for Louis and Lestat. Truly, the best vampire there was.
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Okay so Iâve spent the last couple days on Twitter (@kacievvbbbb if you wanna join me đ) just fucking yapping about my new found obsession with the idea that Mihawk not only reads but is an active and well loved contributor to the pirate smut genre all across the blues. And I just needed to bring this to tumble to get more thoughts on it.
Here are mine;
- he obviously writes under a pseudonym would be funny if it was an anagram of like Worlds Strongest Swordsman or something.
- he writes essentially y/n fanfiction but he is always the reader.
- he is heavily perfectionist about his detailing of things like bodice ripping and that has lead to many a fun night for Shanks as he discreetly tries to rest just how exactly a bodice ripping would look and feel. Or if this sex position is even plausible.
-this one was a combined effort between @Dior and myself but he writes all the lovers as much more of an active participant in sex than the pillow princess himself actually is and this is because he thinks he is putting in exactly the same amount of work into sex as Shanks is which is laughable.
-Benn features heavily in alot of these RHP smut books. Benn
-He mostly writes RHP smut but he will branch out to other pirates like Crocodile maybe Doffy đ. This gives Shanks heart palpitations when he finds out all this smut has been written by Mihawk.
- Mihawk almost kills both himself and Shanks by drowning the first time he finds out that Shanks knows about his little hobby.
- Shanks regularly requests they try something from the book and Mihawk has to stomp down the urge to throttle him. But again Mihawkâs reader is a much active participant in sex than he is and he is not a fan of all this work he has to put in even though he enjoys the results. Shanks is highly amused.
- Shanks for the first time in his life becaomes an avid reader with a habit and this confuses everyone that doesnât know what he is reading and suffers Benn greatly who does.
- Shanks is lowkey very into the stories where the âreaderâ has sex with other men. He starts setting plans in motion.
- Mihawk also collects a lot of pirate smut a lot of it is about himself as well and this is his equivalent to jerking off. His next favorite people to read about are of course Shanks, Cricodile he is ashamed of just how much Doflamingo smut he owns. Lowkey maybe some King smut too.
- a contribution from someone on Twitter tha I live is that he also grades said smut about himslef and then sends the notes to the authors.
- he pseudonym is well known and well lived in the community.
-this is infact where more than half of his riches comes from.
- yes he also does read marine porn. He steers clear of anything that even remotely mentions garp tho. His favorite marine to red about is Sengoku I donât fucking know đ. I can just imagine him seating in warlord meetings shipping Sengoku with random fucking marines and pirates as he is trying to talk about very serious business
- he sure write the well known and well loved âthe red haired emperor & meâ series which is published in Morganâs magazine or whatever and Shanks always seeks him out no matter where he is and fucks him good and hard everytime a new chapter goes out.
- he continues to do this while at Cross Guild Buggy and Crocodile are non the wiser. His crocodile descriptions start to get more detailed a clown pops up every now and again in his writing Shanks might be on the verge of a heart attack.
- shanks is a little too invested in the situation some (Benn) would say.
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Okay I NEED some Allison headcannons
Hereâs some ideas if you need any lol:
Like how does she help Neil feel more ânormalâ after everything that happened? I feel like Matt, Dan, and Renee would probably walk on eggshells around him for a while, even after Nathan dies and the championship game and everything, cause now the adrenalines over and now they have to deal with the aftermath. I feel like Allison would just treat him normally. Not unkindly, but give him a sense of normalcy, yk?
favorite ice cream flavor
How does she react to Sethâs death post-aftg? How do the rest of the Foxes help her process her grief about Seth? Cause from Sethâs death to the last championship game is about 8 months, and death (especially of someone you love) doesnât just go away like that fast ofc
Favorite brands? (She definitely owns AT LEAST once juicy couture set)
Music taste?
How do you think her relationship is with the other foxes? What are some things that she talks about and does with one person, but might not do with another?
How motherly she is with Neil. Seriously we all know she dragged this boy by the ear to the mall so she can buy him some real clothes.
Some chaotic Allison cause this bitch (affectionate) definitely has done some crazy, weird shit
Girls night with The Girls!! (And Neil, heâs an honorary member)
her friendship with Andrew (srsly i so hc them being friends..theyâre both judgy rude bitches (in a good way) so thereâs no way theyâre not like..secretly watching shitty reality tv together)
Sorry about how long this is! Make sure to go eat and drink some water Nin :)
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YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME bc now i just. want to write about them all so
I feel like Allison wouldn't tiptoe around the things Neil's been through or done. She's been straight up with him before about all of his lies and how she doesn't/didn't trust him, so I think if there's something on people's minds, she's not going to step around it or avoid the elephant in the room. If she's pissed, she'll tell him. If she doesn't understand something, she'll say it. But I think Neil would appreciate that more than knowing people are talking about him but won't just come up and ask him something themselves. It'd feel more normal if she addressed it, rather than just leaving a tension in the air/nobody feeling like they can joke about it or anything with him.
Some sort of sorbet. She used to say something like lemon, but truth be told her favourite is raspberry.
God, grief works weird. I think she cried. A lot. I think she spoke to Bee about him a lot, and I think every time she heard his name or saw his picture it was like she was finding out he was dead all over again. I think it was really, really hard for her. As much as they fought, as much as they broke up and got back together again, he was her rock. He was all she had, he knew her. She doesn't really have family to rely on, she can't call her mom or dad up to be like "My boyfriend died and it's destroying me". I think it was a very lonely time for her no matter how much the team insisted they were there for her. (I would worry about her recovery in the immediate aftermath of his death - I like to think that Abby was really looking after her for those first few weeks to keep her on track and make sure she was being safe and kind to herself)
Youre SO right with the juicy couture. That's just such a given when it comes to this series. Maybe she wore Abercrombie and Fitch too but i don't really know any other brands from 2006 oops
She's a bubblegum pop girly i think. Probably fucked with Avril Lavigne and Rihanna at the time. In my head she's a girls girl so Kylie, Britney, Fergie, P!nk and Beyonce. All the ladies like that.
I've mentioned my thoughts on her and Kevin before and how their relationship as friends develops post-TKM but as for the others. I think Dan, Matt and Nicky are the ones she's closest with, but the first one she'll call for advice is Renee. I feel like Nicky is literally like her gay best friend and they're ALWAYS arm-in-arm. If she needs someone to go shopping with it's always him. They're always bitching and gossiping. Her and Aaron aren't very close, especially considering the choking incident, but I feel like they still appreciate each other on the court and still with hug and congratulate each other when they do well. I don't know about her and Andrew either. That's a tricky one, also considering the choking thing, but I know she's also not afraid of him, either. She sees what he did for her after Seth's death, and so that have a sort of mutual respect, but I don't think they're exactly friends. I feel like her and Neil would be pretty good friends, but aren't exactly going out of their way to hang out with each other.
I LOVE how much she cares about Neil. I think he's cute to her. I think she literally wants to pinch his cheeks and cuddle him even though she knows everything about his past and what he is capable of. He has that Wesninski smile and she's like AWWWW
Like. Listen. I do feel like Allison can be NUTS. I feel like if she didn't restrain herself she's the kind of girl to key someones car for cheating on her or pop someones tyres because they catcalled her. She'd fight anyone on a night out to stick up for her friends, even if she's just about blackout drunk, she's ready to fight. I feel like she's had one of those movie moments on the court where she screams. Like you know what kind of scream I'm talking about. One of those movie girl screams. She can be a total cunt if she wants to be. But most of the time she doesn't
okay i want to write more about the last two but im trying so hard rn to clear my inbox and drafts because i feel like so many ppl think i'm ignoring them so i will leave you with these few thoughts on Allison <3
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I DID IT I DID IT I DREW THE- THE PEPPINA- LOOK LOOK!!-
UUUUARRRRAGAGAHAGGAHAA SHEâS LEGIT SO PRETTY ACTUALLY WHY HAVENâT I DRAWN HER YET- *DIES-*
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The way I fucking love Age of Ultron with my entire heart and soul đ
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there is no feeling worse in the world than missing your grandma :/
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ŕŠâŠâ§âË HOW DO YOU TURN THIS THING OFF? â LN4
pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader
summary: fans love when you make appearances in landos streams. itâs usually because he doesnât know where something is, and the internet goes crazy over their favorite certified himbo. on one stream, you get a taste of your own medicine when lando tasks you with turning the live feed off, and fans get a little more of an insight into your relationship
genre: established relationship, humour
ŕŠâŠâ§âË yourusername just tweeted
ŕŠâŠâ§âË user2 just made a thread
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landonorris dinner date then stream, be there or be square, 6pm
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maxfewtrell did she have to show you how to use a knife and fork too?
yourusername i definitely had to show him how to fill my wine glass up when it was empty
user PUT Y/N ON THE STREAM WE WANT MORE Y/N
user if he comes on in a dress shirt iâm Dead
user oh theyâve all definitely seen the threadđđ
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yourusername this time it was my own stupidity that let the secret out. and i didnât have to show him how to propose! he did it all on his own accord!
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user YOUâRE SUCH AN ICON
user only lando and y/n could accidentally expose their own engagement
user THE CAPTIONđđ she really has kept him alive all these years huh
user âi wouldnât want to think of a life without you anywayâ now if thatâs not meant to be than what is
landonorris i love you
landonorris really quick whilst weâre at it,,, where tf do we keep the spare phone chargers?
yourusername oh.. oh baby. iâll be home in 5
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a/n: hELLO! so the snippet from this got over 200 notes and i couldnât wait to post it because you all loved it so much!
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two lonely friends | oscar piastri
paring: oscar piastri x journalist!reader
summary: lando norris has two lonely best friends. he gets an idea, why not set them up?
f1wags: y/n l/n, landos bestfriend was seen entering the monaco grand prix paddock today!
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user1: OH BROTHER
user2: free my girl y/n đŁď¸
user3: the day y/n stops getting referred to as âlandos bestfriendâ is the day i can REST
user4: landos bestfriend?? sorry i only know y/n l/n f1 journalist??
user5: yâall do this every race đ OFC SHES THERE. THATS HER JOB.
user6: sheâs such a moocher
user7: sheâs literally there to do HER JOB?
user8: itâs crazy how after a year of oscar being in f1, we still havenât gotten a y/n and oscar interaction ???
user9: y/n, our comfort outfit queen
ynandlandocontent: my favorite snippet of landos and y/ns interview đ§Ą
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user10: ugh them âšď¸âšď¸
user11: literally just make out already
user12: the very best FRIENDS
user13: sheâs so unprofessional đ
user14: this wasnât even part of the interview đ this was just a blooper đ
user15: OKAY BUT Y/N FINALLY GOT TO INTERVIEW OSCAR ???
user16: ugh i love them so much đ
user17: lando and y/n shippers where??
user18: HERE đââď¸
oscarpastyupdates: y/n interviewing oscar today!
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user19: oscar âbut umâ piastri everyone!
user20: FINALLY SOME Y/N x OSCAR CONTENT!!
user23: why do i shipâŚ
user24: they literally only talked once đđ
user23: okay let me BEEE
user25: guys did you see how hard he was blushing, or am i just crazy???
user26: they literally want each other SO BAD
user27: i can feel the tension through the screen
user28: ok so do i ship lando x y/n or oscar x y/n
â one day later !
ynupdates: queen y/n was seen out last night by multiple fans! she looks beautiful!
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user29: HELLOOO???? IS THAT NOT OSCAR
user30: ARE WE JUST GOING TO PRETEND THAT THAT IS NOT OSCAR PIASTRI???
user31: omg oscar stole landos girl
user32: landos girl???
user33: wait i like this
user34: i love how the caption doesnât mention oscar at ALL
user35: let them cook đĽđĽ
user36: okay oscar i see you đ
user37: i wonder how lando feels about this..
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lando.jpg: happy birthday to my little sister! youâre ancient now đ hereâs to many more birthdays together!
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user38: aw âšď¸
user39: okay guys iâm crying
user40: lando ALWAYS eats with his birthday captions
user41: i wonder if landos exâs had ever felt intimidated by y/n
user42: y/n has said that she has never not gotten along with landos gfs, so thereâs that!
user43: okay now kiss
user44: i still ship idc
user45: her and lando â
her and oscar â
yourusername: ugh lando you love me so much, itâs disgusting
lando.jpg: i will take away your present.
yourusername: NO IM SORRY
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yourusername: and whoâs gonna pay attention to the redheads of the world?
pic credits: some kid named oscar??
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user47: ugh you look so good đ
user48: OSCAR IN THE CAPTION ??? WE ARE SO BACK!!!
user49: happy birthday queen!!
user50: happy birthday đ§Ąđ§Ą
user51: oscar and y/n hard launch when???
oscarpiastri: ME IâLL PAY ATTENTION TO THE REDHEADS OF THE WOLRD!!! I WILL!!
user52: okay oscar letâs calm down..
user53: oh heâs down bad
user54: who needs more confirmation then THIS??
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landonorris: bestfriend?
landonorris: oh okay
landonorris: cool cool cool
landonorris: yeah thatâs chill
landonorris: totally NOT going to brust out into tears rn
landonorris: hahaha
landonorris: that would be stupid
landonorris: cool cool cool
landonorris: okay okay okay
landonorris: i set you two up and you just completely forget about me huh
landonorris: wow i canât believe this
landonorris; iâm going to die alone
landonorris; alone and sad
landonorris: FUCK YOU GUYS
user55: letâs all just move pass lando having a mental breakdownâŚ
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Sunshine and Midnight Rain
Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader
word count: 851
summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story
a/n: âremember who the enemy isâ IM TRYING
Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.
You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or werenât. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didnât know why he had taken such a liking to you.
âYou remind him of himself,â Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, âan archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?â
âI wish he wouldnât,â you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.
âyâknow, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,â she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.
âGreat, more attention,â you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?
âHis nameâs luke castellan,â kayla says, ah luke, thatâs it.
âHeâs handsome,â you say matter of factly.
âDonât trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,â Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.
âItâs a good thing I play the lyre.â
ââââââ
âYouâve got a great shot,â a deep voice says from behind you.
Youâve been at the range for around an hour, itâs 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.
âThe whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,â sure, it sounds mean but you swear youâre not trying to be.
âSorry, once I see you itâs hard to look away,â youâre not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.
âFunny,â you tell him bluntly.
You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.
âThat arrow, itâs like itâs made of the sun,â He says amazed.
âA gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot itâll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,â you inform him possibly too much.
âMost people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,â he says.
âItâs different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,â you bite your inner lip.
âI get that, Iâm just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,â His eyes furrow.
âGuess we both have different priorities,â you smile.
âOpposites work best donât they?â He smiles back.
âIsnât it opposites attract?â You wonder.
âHey, your words, not mine,â he laughs.
âThat oneâs Orion,â You point up at the constellation.
âHe was always my favorite,â he adds.
âMine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,â You look back up at the sky.
âThat oneâs Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,â you point each of them out.
Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.
âYouâre staring, againâ You mention.
âI told you I canât help it, especially when you glow like that,â he reaches out and touches your face.
You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.
âIâd like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,â you say to him.
âThatâll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.â
ââââââ
Itâs been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, youâd say youâre doing well for what youâre given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids werenât as gifted in archery.
As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.
âToday feels like a winning kind of day?â Annabeth asks luke.
âIâll see you on the other side,â He smiles.
âLuke!â You pull him aside for a moment.
You cup his face the best you can through his armor. âYou donât get hurt okay? I donât feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?â
âOh but I love to see you healingâ he holds your hand and smirks
âArchers! Move out!â You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.
âso⌠you and her?â Percy asks the taller boy.
âhow could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.â
And maybe, just maybe, he could.
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coming to terms with the fact that the last time i saw harry was in 2021 and i wonât be seeing him again any time soon is making me want to jump off a fucking bridge đŤ
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Endless Adoration
â Mingyu has been irrevocably in love with you since he was in high school. He decides to keep this a secret until he can move on since youâve only ever seen him as your best friendâs brother. However, his plan goes awry when you ask him to take your virginity and teach you about sexâas a friend, of course. â
PAIRING: kim mingyu x female reader
GENRE: best friends brother au, friends with benefits au, fluff, smut
WORD COUNT: 7.2k
WARNINGS: bestieâs brother!mingyu, virgin!reader, secret pining, suppressed feelings, discourse of how to pronounce caramel, mingyu is the textbook definition of down bad, loss of virginity, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mirror sex, riding, squirting, multiple creampies, cum eating
A/N: this fic is my contribution to the fall season and part of the fall-ing for you collab! hope you all enjoy! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
Itâs no secret that Mingyu is an affectionate man.
Acts of service and giving out his affection is his love language, and everyone knows it. Which is why no one really questions his behavior toward you. If he laughs a little too hard at something you said or always comes to your defense even when youâre wrong, itâs not really suspicious because heâs just a kind and gentle guy.
His little sister, however, does not see it that way.
Minseo knows her brother, and while he may be a walking green flag and a gentleman among beasts, heâs not that nice. Vernon argues that itâs only because you two are best friends that Mingyu treats you just a bit better than anyone else. Itâs a viable argument, yet the little telltale signs point to Mingyuâs actions being more than common curtesy.
Like now as youâre arguing with Seungkwan during game night about the correct pronunciation of your favorite candy.
âItâs caramel.â
You scoff, eyebrows furrowed defiantly as you glare at Seungkwan. âNo. Itâs caramel.â
Vernon and Seokmin watch the exchange with amused smiles while Minseo watches her brother. He wears a similar expression, except thereâs a subtle emotion in his eyes as heâs looking at you. Itâs been there since you slapped down your last two Uno cards in repulsed shock when Seungkwan mispronounced caramel.
Ten minutes later, neither of you are willing to concede to the other and Mingyu still looks like a lovesick puppy.
âIn what world is it caramel?â Seungkwan screeches, rising up from his spot on the couch.
âMingyu.â You call suddenly. âIs it caramel or caramel?â
Two pair of heated eyes look over to him pointedly. The room goes silent as everyone waits for the answer that will possibly get you two to stop arguing. Minseo watches her brother carefully as he puts down his nearly empty beer bottle. The move seems casual, but she knows he does it to distract himself from the fact that youâre practically saying take my side.
âItâs caramel.â
âHa!â You yell in victory, pointing a smug finger at a sulking Seungkwan. âI told you!â
Your friendâs pout is bitter. âThatâs not fair! You only asked Mingyu because you know heâs going to agree with you no matter what!â
Itâs true, and the rest of your giggling friends know it. Minseo doesnât miss her brotherâs bashful smile, and it makes her realize that there might actually be something deeper than just a crush. So she waits until all the guests leave to confront her brother about his not-so-subtle behavior.
âIs there something going on with you and Y/N?â
Now, her brother is naturally clumsy and pretty terrible at hiding his feelings, but Minseo didnât expect him to drop all the board games he was carrying. He scrambles to pick up all the scattered pieces, pointedly looking at the ground and not up at her with a pout like he wouldâve usually done.
âIââ He coughs awkwardly as he haphazardly shoves random pieces into the wrong boxes. âWhat are you talking about?â
Itâs almost insulting that he thinks he can hide the truth from her. âI mean that I already know everything. So quit playing, and tell me how long this has been going on.â
Mingyuâs broad shoulders slump in defeat. He shouldâve known that Minseo would find out (she had a knack for finding out everything), but he honestly didnât expect her to find out this soon.
âFine.â His tone is resigned as he puts the precariously stacked board games on the coffee table. âItâs true that I took Y/Nâs virginity, but I swear that I only did it because she askedââ
âYou what?â
His sisterâs sharp tone makes him pause. Minseoâs mouth is dropped open and her eyes are almost popping out of her head. Belatedly, Mingyu realizes that his little sister is not referring to the favor you had asked him to do weeks ago. An uncomfortable chill goes down his spine.
Fuck.
You were going to kill him.
Itâs not Mingyuâs fault.
When you came to him and asked him to teach you how to have sex, he was rendered powerless to your pretty eyes that shined with so much trust. He knows itâs wrong for him to take his little sisterâs best friendâs virginity, but ever since you were kids, heâs never been able to tell you no. Years later, nothing has changed.
âSpread them wider, baby.â His voice rasps as his hands go to pry your thighs apart until heâs left with the sight of your glistening cunt.
Mingyuâs cock twitches at the sight of your pretty pussy. Fuck. Youâre dripping in your own arousal, and all heâs done is kiss you and mark up a few places on your body. And yet, thereâs already a messy web of arousal covering your puffy lips. His groan is deep and almost animalistic when he sees your pretty cunt clenching with need.
Minseo be damned, he was going to absolutely ruin you.
You mewl softly when Mingyu presses his middle and index fingers against your cunt to spread your lips apart. The heat from his fingers feels different from when you touch yourself. It feels so much better, and you have to bite your lip to stop the moans and whimpers from escaping like they want.
Your best friendâs brother has always been unfairly attractive, but heâs never looked hotter to you than he does now, licking his pink lips while looking at your pussy.
Mingyu glances up at you with a raised eyebrow. âYouâve really never done this before?â
The beefy puppy between your legs thinks he might actually come untouched when you pout at him. That exact look is what got him into this situation in the first place. Your adorable pout always brought him to his knees.
âGyu.â You whine, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. âYou said you wouldnât tease me.â
He loves when you call him that, and it takes everything in him to hold himself back from shoving his cock inside you and fucking you roughly like he wants. That would have to be for another time.
âIâm not, baby.â He assures you before he presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. âI just need to know how far I should take this.â
The frown you give him is oddly determined. âYou said youâd teach me everything.â
Fuck.
Mingyu wonders if you actually know what youâre asking for, but then he has to remind himself that youâre only inexperienced, not stupid. You came to him because you trust him, and he wouldnât ever betray that trust. If you happened to be uncomfortable with anything, he would stop right away. Though, it seems like you have no intentions of telling him to stop.
The soft moan you let out when Mingyu starts to gently toy with your dripping slit is like music to his ears. He thinks you canât get any hotter, but then you buck your aching cunt into his hand as if to say get on with it. Ever powerless to your desires, Mingyu slips two fingers past your folds. He curls them experimentally, feeling your warm, wet cunt stretch around his long fingers. Just as he thought. Virgin tight.
âFuck.â His growl is deep and has you clenching down on his fingers. âI need to taste you.â
Arousal is clouding your mind and making you feel drunk. The way Mingyu is looking at you like youâre the thing heâs wanted the most in the world has you gushing all over his fingers. His hot mouth latches on to your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You cry out loudly as his fingers slowly start to fuck your hole, stretching you out to prepare you for his cock.
âGyu!â You cry out as you arch you back, grinding your cunt into his face in search of release.
Your moans become broken when he forces his tongue into the tightness of your pussy. The groans he lets out makes you release more juices into his awaiting mouth. Itâs almost embarrassing the way his room is suddenly full of the wet squelching sounds coming from your cunt, but you feel too good to actually care.
âFuck, Y/N.â Mingyu groans into your sopping cunt. âYou have the sweetest little cunt.â
All you can focus on is the way his tongue is fucking into you with a force that has you seeing stars. He runs his soft tongue along your aching folds skillfully until all you can do is cry out for him. Mingyu smirks into your folds, fingers slowly massaging deep inside you. The wanton cries youâre letting out make him scissor his fingers so youâll be prepped enough to take his cock.
When you look down and see Mingyuâs pretty eyes looking up at you with unadulterated desire, the coil building in your stomach abruptly snaps. Mingyu moans along with you as you come all over his face. His cock twitches against the sheets when you keep rocking your hips to grind your cunt into his mouth. With a low groan, he keeps going, using his tongue to fuck you through your orgasm.
Youâre a panting mess by the time he pulls away. His chin is covered in your release, and you briefly wonder how someone can be so fucking attractive. Mingyu licks his lips before he smashes them on yours. The taste of your own release makes you moan into his mouth, loving how his lips feel against yours.
You chase his lips when he suddenly pulls away. Itâs almost cruel of him to laugh when you whine petulantly after he doesnât give you what you want. But you canât truly be mad. Not when it concerns Mingyu.
âAre you ready?â
Your attention is quickly drawn to his throbbing cock. He canât deny the pleasure it gives him to see you gaping at it. It makes Mingyu think about the face youâll make when heâs splitting you open.
âItâs...â Huge. You swallow nervously. âWill it fit?â
You canât take your eyes off his monstrous dick. Heâs stroking himself slowly, smearing the precum dribbling from his fat tip all over his veiny length. You can only watch in fascination like youâre in a trance, pussy clenching in desire. The only dicks youâve ever seen are the ones from porn, but even those donât compare to how thick and pretty Mingyuâs looks.
âDonât worry, pretty girl.â Mingyu licks his lips, mind clouded with a lustful haze. âIâll make it fit.â
The face you make when he uses your arousal to get his dick wet nearly makes him come right then and there. After years of fucking his fist to the thought of you, he finally has you underneath him looking more irresistible than ever.
âReady, baby?â The pet name continues to fall from his lips so easily, and itâs making you unreasonably more horny than you already are. âRemember you can tell me to stop anytime.â
âOkay.â You breathe out in anticipation. Instead of being nervous, youâre just eager, and you know itâs because youâre doing this with Mingyu who actually cares about you.
Mingyu shudders in pleasure as he slowly sinks his leaking tip into your tight pussy. Your warm and wet and already gripping him so tightly that he wonders if heâll come once he gets the rest of cock inside you. The choked gasp of pleasure you let out makes him throb with pride and arousal. Your pretty mouth is dropped open in a silent moan, and he has to swoop down to give you a sweet kiss.
You whimper into his mouth, starting to feel the stretch burn as he continues to slide in deeper. Mingyu pulls away to place tender kisses along your jaw, whispering into your heated skin about how good youâre taking him. A soft moan is pulled from your throat when he rubs gentle circles on your clit. It eases the sting, and soon enough pleasure cancels out the pain.
âG-Gyu.â You mewl as he finally bottoms out, heavy balls resting against your ass. âFuck. Your cock is so big.â
Your fucked out whine makes his dick throb. Mingyu only offers you a shy chuckle, thumb still working your sensitive clit. Your hot cunt is pulsing and gripping him so tightly that he knows the slightest movement will have him busting inside you. And while thatâs one thing heâs dreamed of for a long time, this was about your pleasure not his.
âLike it?â His voice is seductive and not teasing at all which just turns you on more. âTell me, pretty girl. Let me hear you.â
His hips shift, and it makes his cock curve into your sweet spot that makes you arch your back. The moan you let out is louder this time, hips bucking in need. Your arousal is drenching his cock and spilling down to coat his heavy sack.
âFeels so fucking good, Gyu! Please move!â You whimper desperately as you wrap your legs around his waist.
Mingyu moans into your skin, hips moving upon your command. He starts to thrust in and out of your hot cunt with precise yet slow movements. His hands trail up to your bouncing tits, gently caressing and rubbing your hardened nipples. You moan again, turned on by how tenderly heâs touching you.
âTold you weâd make it fit, pretty.â His grin is so attractive that it makes you tighten impossibly and stain his cock with more cream.
Mingyuâs hips start to snap a little more desperately now. His cock seems to swell when he looks down to see how tightly youâre gripping him. Strings of arousal cling to your skin and his as he continues to stretch out your tight little cunt. His heavy balls slap against your ass as you continue to moan in pleasure.
âYouâre dripping all over me, babe.â He grunts, feeling like heâs in heaven. âAm I making you feel that good?â
Just like outside the bedroom, Mingyu likes to be praised. Your heart swells with fondness, unable to believe how cute he can be even as heâs splitting you open on his cock. It makes you want to oblige him all the more.
âSo fucking good, Gyu.â You moan wantonly as his cock continues to spear into you.
Youâre sensitive, mewling and whining in pleasure as he snaps his hips at the perfect speed and intensity. Mingyu lets out a deep groan when your thighs start to quiver. Your eyes are rolling back as his cock keeps slamming against your sweet spot, and heâs enjoying every second of it.
âGod, youâre pretty.â Mingyu moans as you squeeze his cock tighter. âPrettiest little thing ever.â
Your entire body heats up, and you canât help but pull him down for a passionate kiss. Mingyu moans into your mouth. His soft lips move against yours with a need that makes you ravenous. You start to meet his thrusts, eager for more of him.
The sound of wet skin slapping fills the room, and you donât ever want it to end. Mingyuâs mouth, hands, and cock are too addicting for you to ever want anything else. With the way his throbbing dick keeps fucking into you desperately, youâre pretty sure the feeling is mutual.
When he reluctantly pulls away from your sweet lips, he trails wet kisses down to your neck. You moan out his name when you feel him start to mark you up. The ache in his cock grows when he feels your nails dig into his shoulders. Your sensual moans of his name sounds like music to his ears, and he knows heâll be fucking his hand to the memory often.
Your orgasm is close, the coil in the pit on your stomach on the verge of snapping. All it takes is for his long fingers to smooth over your wet clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud for you to come undone. Your back arches off the mattress as you gush all over his cock with a loud cry of Mingyuâs name.
The erotic and breathtaking sight of you coming on his cock is something that leaves him breathless. Itâs all Mingyu needs for his own orgasm to rip through him. He stills with a low groan of your name. You can feel his cock pulsate inside you as he shoots thick ropes of cum into your pussy. The two of you are moaning and whimpering as your walls spasm around his aching cock.
âThatâs it, baby.â Mingyu moans as he rolls his hips to fuck you through both your highs.
Youâre whimpering in pleasure, milking him for every last drop of cum he has. The way he fucks it back into you makes you feel delirious with pleasure, and your cunt gets tighter with need at the thought of doing it all over again.
Mingyu holds you close as you both pantâspent and satisfied. He gently coos at you, sweetly caressing your face as he keeps his cum plugged inside you with his still-throbbing cock.
âHow was it, baby?â He wonders, big puppy dog eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. âI didnât hurt you, did I?â
You wrap your arms around his muscular back, bringing a hand up to gently play with his hair. The gentle hum you let out eases his worries. âYou were amazing.â
The smile he gives you is bright and makes your chest jerk with affection. Mingyu gently caresses your body, telling you how good you were for him. It makes you burn for him all over again.
Before you can convince him to fuck you again, he gets up and goes into the bathroom. You watch curiously as he brings back a wet towel. Itâs warm against your skin as he starts to clean you up. The act is somehow more intimate than him stuffing you full of cum, but you donât hate it.
Once heâs done, he gets back into bed with you. It takes you by surprise when he pulls you on top of him. Mingyu caresses your naked back, basking in the feeling of your weight on him. His heart jumps when he feels you start to trace small patterns on his chest.
âCan we do that again?â Your voice is coy, and he really fucking loves it.
âYes.â He promises. âIâll order some takeout for us first then we can do it again. Unless you want to do it now.â
You stay silent for a moment before nuzzling your face his sculpted chest. With your eyes closed, you let out a content sigh. âLetâs just stay like this for a little while.â
Mingyu caresses your head with a love stricken smile you canât see. âOkay.â
In retrospect, Minseo shouldâve realized it sooner.
The signs were thereâhave always been there, apparently. Itâs almost embarrassing that it took her so long to realize something was going on. Especially when she thinks back to the annual camping trip that took place a week ago.
It started off like all the other trips, except Mingyu insisted that you drive with him since he wouldnât subject you to being a third wheel to his sister and Vernon. This was only the start of Mingyuâs unwarranted clinginess toward you. Minseo didnât think too much of it because no one liked being the third wheel, and her brother always has a way of guilt tripping like no oneâs business.
The campground looks beautiful covered in hues of red and yellow. Mingyu has brought along his camera and is already taking pictures and candids of everyone setting up their space. He especially captures some of you taking in the beautiful autumn scenery. You always looked so pretty when you had a look of awe and wonder on your face.
âI didnât see you taking that many pictures of me.â Seungcheol teases as he peeks at the camera screen Mingyu is smiling fondly at.
His friendâs neck burns, and before he can think to say anything back, your voice grabs his attention. Seungcheol snickers quietly. Itâs this simple action that Minseoâs attention again.
âGyu.â You whine, holding up the tent you brought in frustration. âHelp me.â
Her helpful brother goes over to you immediately like a puppy being called by its owner. Minseo shouldâve thought more about the way he hands over his prized possession to Seungcheol like itâs nothing. The smitten smile he directs at you doesnât seem that way to her in the moment, but againâhindsight.
Mingyuâs tone is playful as he asks you what you need. You donât answer him because in the next second he tells you to follow the instructions in spite of the fact that heâs already starting to put the sticks together to actually lift the tent off the ground. Mingyu goes on to say that you shouldâve gotten a smaller, one-person tent instead of a large dome tent big enough to fit five people inside.
âThe guy at the store told me it would be easy to set up!â You whine with a frown. âAnd itâs not my fault the instructions are impossible to understand.â
Mingyuâs laughter is full of affection and adoration. He shakes his head fondly as he continues to build your tent for you. âYou need to learn how to do these sorts of things.â
âWhy? Thatâs why I have you.â
Once again, she shouldâve thought more about the bashful look on Mingyuâs face and the way his ears and neck turned red. Instead, she chose to make sure that Vernon was setting up their own tent correctly because she had also bought one very similar to yours.
By the time everyone has their tents set up, the sun is starting to set. Mingyu helps Seungcheol start the fire while everyone else helps prepare the snacks and drinks.
The vibe is peaceful as you all settle around the fire. Mingyu claims the spot next to you, and youâre all too happy to have him by your side. It goes unnoticed, but now the image is clear in Minseoâs memories.
âHere.â
You look over to see Mingyu handing you a stick with a perfectly roasted marshmallow at the end of it. Maybe itâs the way the setting sun hits face or maybe itâs the fact that he was careful not to burn the marshmallow since you didn't like that. Either way your chest throbs with something youâre sure is not appropriate to feel for your best friendâs brother.
âThanks, Gyu.â You smile at him before you start making your sâmores.
The night progresses like this, with Mingyu roasting your marshmallows and you happily making the sâmores. Vaguely, you wonder if itâs right to keep doing this with him. Heâs so sweet and attentive that sometimes this line youâve drawn gets blurry. The worst part is that you donât mind if that line isnât clear because being with Mingyu is like having a cup of hot cocoa when itâs coldâcomforting and appealing.
For now, you decide to enjoy the moment. Evaluating feelings and this deep affection you feel would have to wait.
Fall has always been a special time for Mingyu. The leaves always change to beautiful red and golden colors, the weather turns the kind of crisp thatâs invigorating, and itâs a time when family gets together. And possibly the most important reason: itâs the season when he met you.
He was only nine years old when you two met. It was a random autumn day meant to uphold the lifetime tradition of his parents taking him and Minseo to the pumpkin patch. Picking out pumpkins was something he looked forward to all year because it was a time where his entire family was together.
Mingyu vividly remembers being caught by surprise when his sister brought along an unexpected guest. She was holding the hand of a girl with a solemn expression that was a great contrast to her own bright one. Minseo cheerfully introduced the unknown girl as her best friend. You had offered him a barley-there wave that had him wondering how his sunshine of a sister could possibly like someone so closed off.
It was a misconception on his part because on the car ride to the pumpkin patch, he realizes his sister couldnât have found a better friend. Minseo talks possibly more than he does, but you listened to every word attentively, like actually listen. Also, you offered her (and Mingyu after some shy contemplation) the snacks in your bag.
Your overly cautious attitude reminded Mingyu of his cousinâs unfriendly cat. Trying to get you to open up was a challenge, but you slowly started to warm up to him as the evening went on. He truly won you over after he offered to carry the heavy pumpkin you chose. The unsure pout you directed at him was adorable, and his heart just soared when you quietly thanked him.
âHere.â You huffed out, feeling embarrassingly shy as you stuck out your small hand.
Mingyuâs grin soothed the bashfulness. He thanked you for the candy you gave him, claiming that the caramel you put in his hand is his favorite.
Looking back on it, that was the first time you tugged on his heartstrings.
Of course, it was completely innocent back then. There was no way you couldâve known that Mingyu held on to that piece of candy for as long as he could until he forgot it in a pair of pants that his mom threw in the washer. Nor could you have known that as you two got older, it killed him just a little bit every time you referred to him as Minseoâs older brother.
These feelings donât make sense in his mind, but it all becomes clear to him the fall of his junior year.
Just like all those years ago, you found yourself at the pumpkin patch. Except this time you donât have either of the Kim siblings by your side. Minseo was hanging out with her almost-boyfriend and of course Mingyu hadnât joined you two at the pumpkin patch for years now. You werenât uncomfortable being alone, but it did feel odd picking out a pumpkin without Minseo inspecting it to make sure you picked one suited for carving.
In your lonely search, you meet Lee Chan. He too had been left alone after his friends went off with their respective partners. What you donât realize is that your resident puppy boy is watching this kindred meeting from afar. Unbeknownst to you, Minseo had texted her older brother asking him to keep you company because she still felt sorry for leaving you alone.
At the time, Mingyu canât explain why his chest feels strangely heavy. It feels like he canât approach you despite knowing you wouldnât be unhappy to see him. So he doesnât even though itâs arguably one of the hardest things heâs ever had to do. Later that night, his mom helps him come to the conclusion that this icky feeling is none other than petty jealousy.
As a teenage boy who loved his little sister more than anything, this realization was devastating. It was very likely that Minseo would be upset if she ever found out her brother had a crush on her best friend. The fear of what would happen if his feelings ever came to light was the reason Mingyu decided to keep it a secret.
After all, it was just a small, harmless crush.
Unfortunately for Mingyu, this teeny tiny crush soon blossomed into something more intense that heâs not ready to acknowledge. Time goes by, and yet his feelings havenât gone away even when he starts to date. It makes him feel icky, and most likely the reason why none of his relationships ever last.
When itâs time for him to leave for college, he thinks that maybe he can move on. Only, you never give him that chance.
âWhy donât you ever bring enough clothes?â
It might seem like Mingyu is scolding you, but heâs actually only worried that you seem to value fashion over practicality. Your heart jumps when he takes off the scarf heâs wearing to put it around you, making sure it covers your neck and looks pretty with the outfit youâve chosen. He doesnât seem to notice that your eyes shine with endearment as he adjusts it to cover your mouth.
âCome on.â He absentmindedly grabs your hand, not realizing his touch is making your heart pound. âThe cafe is only open for another hour.â
Mingyu had insisted that this new cafe had drinks to die for. So he waited until you got off work to go with you together. Youâre glad his scarf covers the lower half of your face because youâre sure every single emotion you feel for him would be very obvious as he hands you a warm cup.
Walking in silence with Mingyu isnât ever uncomfortable, but it does leave you to contemplate how youâre going to confess to him. Heâs been nothing but sweet to you, and you hope he wonât be upset at your sudden feelings since youâre the one who insisted the sex between you two would be strictly platonic.
âWhat are you thinking so hard about?â
It kills you that Mingyu can look so pretty while heâs tilting his head at you curiously. You let out a nervous breath. It was now or never.
âYou told Minseo you took my virginity.â
The air goes still, and you feel like smacking yourself because thatâs not at all what you were planning to sayânot like that, anyway. Mingyuâs eyes practically pop out of his head as he feels a blush crawl up his neck and suffuse throughout his face. You donât seem angry, but he canât really tell with his scarf covering your face.
âIâm sorry!â He rushes. âI didnât mean to, butââ
âIâm not mad.â You assure him with a laugh.
âYouâre not?â
âNo.â You let out a fond laugh. âAnd Minseo isnât either.â
Before Mingyu can fully process your words, you crush him with a hug. His eyes widen slightly, but he doesnât hesitate to wrap his arms around you and press himself closer to you.
âI like you, Mingyu.â You confess, feeling like your heart is on the verge of exploding. âI like you so much.â
He stills in your arms. Slowly, he pulls away to look at your face. His expression is one of pure shock, and before you can brace yourself for any kind of rejection, Mingyu is kissing you.
The movements of his soft lips are needy and full of undeniable want. You moan into his mouth, returning his kiss with just as much vigor. It all feels like a wonderful dream, especially when you whisper against his lips that you want to go back to your place.
If this is a dream, Mingyu wishes it could go on forever.
Having you kneeled between his parted thighs, worshipping his cock in the exact way heâs shown you how has him coming apart quickly. Youâre slobbering all over him, saliva slipping down the sides of his dick to lubricate him.
âFuck, Gyu. You have the prettiest cock ever.â You gush, entire body hot with arousal and want.
The way he actually blushes as you praise him has your cunt dripping with more juices. You canât wait to wreck him and have him writhing in pleasure. His cock is throbbing as you continue to lick and stroke him with your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his leaking tip, licking into the slit which causes him to let out a guttural groan. The moans you let out run through the length of his dick in the most pleasurable way.
Mingyu feels completely fucked out at this point. He canât believe how good youâve gotten at sucking his cock. And now, heâs going to be the only man to experience what that pretty little mouth can do.
âY/N, fuck.â He cries out as his orgasm abruptly hits.
As always, Mingyu looks absolutely breathtaking when he comes. His mouth is dropped open as a pretty blush covers his entire face. Dark eyes are unfocused and dazed as he keeps releasing thick ropes of cum into your mouth. The way you keep pumping and sucking him to squeeze more cum out of him is starting to make him tremble.
You pull off his cock with a satisfied grin. Mingyuâs chest is heaving as you go to straddle him.
âWait!â He pants out, slowly coming out of his euphoric bliss. âItâs your turnââ
âI want you to fuck me now.â
Mingyu groans when he feels your creamy folds slide over his twitching cock. âBut I really want to taste you.â
Heâs so cute, you think as your cunt leaks with arousal. You hum in pleasure as you rub your aching cunt over the length of his dick. His fat tip is enveloped between your warm lips every time you grind forward while his heavy sack is slowly getting soaked with your arousal.
âTell you what, puppy. After you fill me up with your cum Iâll let you eat it out of me, okay?â
You feel his cock throb at your words as your cream covers him entirely. Mingyu nods cutely, and thatâs all you need to grab his pulsing cock. Heâs hot and heavy in your hand as you tease him by circling his tip against your slick entrance.
Mingyu moans loudly when you sink down. A choked whimper is forced out of him as you take him entirely, puffy lips brushing against his pelvis. His thick veins drag against your hot walls deliciously until his heavy balls are flush against your ass. Itâs like all the air is being shoved out of your body to make room for his cock.
âGod, Y/N. I need you to move. Please.â
You slowly grind on his cock, juices dripping down to his big balls and making a mess all over him. Itâs probably really hard for him not to fuck his cock up into you, and it really turns you on that heâs trying so hard. You can tell heâs on the verge of breaking. Literally you can feel it. His cock keeps throbbing inside you like itâs on the verge of exploding.
âShow me what Iâve taught you, baby.â His voice is sultry and temptingâsomething you canât say no to.
Immediately, you start to gyrate your hips. You two moan in sync as your pussy clenches tightly on his cock. Mingyu sucks on his bottom lip, completely beginning to lose his composure. His hands go to your waist, slowly guiding you as his imploring eyes gaze up at you with unmatched desire.
âFuck, Gyu!â You cry out. âYouâre so deep!â
The sound of your pleased cry, Mingyu starts to move his hips to thrust up into you. He groans lowly because it feels like his aching cock is hitting the hilt of your sopping pussy. Your soft hands smooth over his naked torso, crying out his name as you feel every inch of his muscular chest.
âMmmh, pretty girl.â Mingyu hums in pleasure as his big hands smooth down your body to grab your ass. âFucking my cock just right. Feels so fucking good.â
When he starts to kiss and suck on your neck as his cock spears into you, the coil in your stomach snaps. You moan his name loudly as you come all over his dick. Loud squelching fills the room as he continues to bounce you on his lap. His thickness is stretching you deliciously, the unmistakable sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass mixing in with your moans of pleasure.
Mingyu fucks into you a few more times before you feel his hot, thick cum spurt inside you. His euphoric moan is as pretty as ever, and you canât help but move your hips to fuck him through his high.
You sag against him, and itâs silent for a moment until you bring your lips to his ear. âI want more of your cum, puppy.â
Thatâs how you find yourself on your side with Mingyu behind you. Your back is pressed against his beefy chest as he lifts your leg up to expose your soiled cunt to the cool air. He nuzzled his nose into your neck before he trails it up to your cheek. Your body shivers as his arm breath fans against your ear.
âWatch how your pretty pussy stretches open for me.â
You wonder what he means until his other hand lifts up your chin delicately to look at the full body mirror he bought for you a week ago after you told Minseo you wanted it. His fat cock is teasing your entrance, and the filthy sight makes your cunt flutter in need.
Without a word of warning, Mingyu thrusts his thick dick inside you, heavy sack flush against your creamy cunt. You whine out in pleasure, feeling completely full and stuffed to the brim. Itâs impossible to look away from the mirror because you can see how tightly your pussy is gripping him.
Mingyuâs cock throbs inside you as his skin tingles with desire. He starts to thrust slowly. The lewd wet sound coming from your cunt is erotic as it fills your room. You moan again when the hand that isnât spreading you open comes up to play with one of your tits. The sensations of his cock hitting your sweet spot while his fingers pinch and pull on your erect nipple have you close again.
If you werenât so drunk on the pleasure Mingyuâs throbbing cock is providing you with, youâd tell him to let you record because the sight of him doing you like this is one you want to remember forever. His thrusts start to pick up as your moans get louder. Heâs groaning into your ear as his fat tip slams against your cervix.
Mingyu pounding into you while in this positions feels like heâs tearing your pretty little pussy apart. He messily kisses your jaw as start to tremble in his hold, grunting when you tighten around him once again like youâre trying to milk him.
âYou look so pretty like this, baby.â Mingyuâs moan is low, but you hear it perfectly. âSweet little pussy was made to take my cock.â
Your eyes roll back as you whimper out a nearly incoherent agreement. So lost in pleasure, you donât realize your second orgasm is one thrust away.
âMingyu!â You moan as your orgasm hits.
Juices spurt out obscenely and cover his entire cock and the sheets bellow you. Mingyu groans as he holds your legs wide open. He keeps fucking your messy cunt as you squirt all over him. All you can make out in your euphoric haze is Mingyu calling you pretty while his twitching cock keeps ramming deep into you.
âFill me up.â You manage to mewl out as you turn your head to give him a sloppy kiss.
Mingyu moans into your mouth, thrusting into you deeply before he stills. He forces his tongue into your mouth as he floods your sloppy cunt with his cum. You swallow each others moans as he stuffs you full to the point where you can feel it leak out of you. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside you is one of your favorite feelings which is why youâre eager to feel it at least one more time.
Itâs why Mingyu is quick to put you into a different position, your legs pressed into your chest as he rams his aching cock inside you once again. Your fucked out eyes are the prettiest, and he knows that heâll never get tired of that stare. He loves how your gaze never loses the affection you feel for him. It makes him feel like youâll never leave him.
âYou feel so good, Gyu.â You whimper as his big cock spears into you.
Mingyu roughly pounds into your ruined cunt, not holding back since heâs determined to fill you up one last time. His cock throbs as your mouth drops open in a silent scream. Your pretty mewls and whines mix in perfectly with the sound of skin slapping. It only makes him fuck you harder.
His dick forces out an obscene amount of juices from your fluttering pussy. Mingyu is so deep that it almost feels like heâs in your guts. You always feel so full when he fucks you like this, and all you can feel is bolts of euphoria dancing across your skin.
âCome for me, pretty.â Mingyu urges sweetly as he hooks your legs over his shoulders. âCome all over my cock and cover me with your sweet cream.â
Somehow he feel just as deep from this angle. He keeps railing your tight cunt, splitting you open to fully claim you as his. Your senses go into overdrive when he slips his fingers down to your puffy clit to rub gentle circles. At this point youâre trembling beneath him, all thoughts gone as he thrust harder and deeper inside you.
Mingyuâs eyes are locked on the way your tight pussy swallows his thick cock. The way your cream covers him completely make him more ravenous. Heâs hitting your spongy spot with mastered precision, and it only takes a few more thrusts for the coil in your stomach to snap.
Your moan is pornographic as your walls contract and your juices squirt out everywhere. Mingyuâs pace doesnât falter as you cover him with your orgasm. He groans loudly, loving how you can only seem to chant his name.
âGod, you look pretty when you come on my cock. So pretty. Every. Fucking. Time.â His words break off into a guttural groan that bounces off of the walls.
Hot streams of his seed flood your insides, stuffing you full until the white pours out from around the thickness of his cock. Mingyu slowly releases your legs and goes to give you a passionate kiss. His hips move slowly as he fucks his cum back into you. With one last peck he pulls away and slowly eases his cock out of your messy pussy.
You moan again when he suddenly starts to lap up the mess between your legs. Youâre too fucked out to stop him. That, and you did say he could eat his cum out of your pussy after you were done (plus it just feels so fucking good). He licks and sucks on your clit until thereâs nothing left to lap up.
When he crawls back up your body, your insides clench at the erotic sight of him licking his lips. âSo fucking sweet.â
You pull him down for another kiss. The taste of you two mixed together is so filthy yet so addicting that you have to lick every inch of his mouth. Mingyu pulls you flush against him as he continues to kiss you like he never wants to breath again.
Minutes later, you two are still in your bed, cuddling and unwilling to separate from each other.
âThis feels like a dream.â Mingyu sighs into your hair.
You hum, running your finger tips along his biceps. âItâs not a dream. I really do adore you, Kim Mingyu.â
He buries his face in your neck, mumbling into your heated skin that the adoration he has for you is endless.
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â.Ë áĄŁđŠ â ' late night moments with skz !
âş đš . genre: this is just sleepy fluff <3 some of the boys get kind of emotional.
âş đš . a/n: happy binnie day!! <3 to this day, these are some of my favorite hcs i've ever written so i hope you enjoy! (early morning moments with them right here <3)
đৠchan đৠ- 2:34 am
âDo you think Berry misses me sometimes?â He mumbles into your lap, voice full of sleep as you gently massage his scalp. Looking down at him, your eyes soften when he hugs your middle and hides his face in your stomach which prompts your other hand to begin tracing his features softly.
âOf course, she does, baby.â Chan almost purrs in response and your heart melts at the sight, managing to contain the sudden urge to squish his cheeks together. âRemember how excited she was the last time you visited? She was jumping, running around you and never left your side the whole time you were there.â
A moment passes and then two with no response from your boyfriend and thatâs when you realize, by his even breathing, that he finally fell asleep.
You smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead, whispering a sincere I love you in his ear, not stopping your massage.
Sleeps like this, in your lap, until youâre sure heâs asleep for good before you slowly move him into a more comfortable position and wrap his whole body in a blanket burrito.
đৠminho đৠ- 11:59 pm
âHug me, Iâm cold!â
You hear him groan before he turns over to face you, grumbling under his breath as he envelopes your body in a big hug and begins to squeeze the life out of you. All out of love, of course.
âBetter now?â âMinho, I canât breathe!â
Doesnât let go but does tilt your head up to look into your eyes and the love you see as you stare back almost has you in tears. A sleepy smile makes its way onto his lips and thatâs when you manage to loosen his grip by wiggling into his arms, wasting no time as you begin to plant open-mouthed kisses all over his face.
His smile widens until giggles escape him, loving the way your lips feel on his skin as he lets you do whatever you want until youâre satisfied. When you finally reach his lips but donât linger for as long as heâd like, instead kissing them repeatedly while also giggling, he takes matters into his own hands and kisses you deeply while still keeping the initial softness of your previous ones.
đৠchangbin đৠ- 3:47 am
You toss and turn in the sheets for what feels like the millionth time before finally giving up with a frustrated sigh. âBinnie, I canât sleep.â
âMe neither.â The response comes instantly and you sit up on your elbows to find him staring at the ceiling, visibly exhausted. You frown, scooting closer to hug him by the middle and rest your chin on his chest.
âEverything okay?â
Your soft voice prompts him to let it all out, to rant about work and his daily struggles at a fast pace that you can barely keep up with. When his voice quivers, you look up and plant comforting kisses on his neck and jaw, one hand gently massaging his chest through his nightshirt.
When heâs done and his speech slows down, Changbin moves to hide his face in your hair, muscular arms wrapping around your body to bring you closer, almost like he wanted to morph your bodies together. Being one with the love of your life sounded great right now â to be able to take all of his pain and discomfort so that heâll always be happy and healthy was something you dreamt about often. Unfortunately, until that was possible, you hoped from the bottom of your heart that what youâre able to do right now is enough.
đৠhyunjin đৠ- 1:08 am
âForget worms, would you still love me if I was a deadly shark?â
Hyunjin looks up from his phone, flabbergasted, just to find you already looking at him. Heâs silent, waiting for you to elaborate but when you donât, he sighs and gives in. âDarling, what the hell are you talking about?â
You roll your eyes, cuddling closer as you place your head in the crock of his neck to inhale his comforting scent. His arms pull you closer instantly, phone long forgotten. âThis hypothetical situation, Jinnie, is critical for our relationship. Please take it seriously.â
Is confused the whole time as you ramble on and on about your âhypothetical situationâ that at some point, having had enough, he just turns his back to you and gets comfortable on his other side.
When you follow him and throw a leg over his body, continuing on while drawing patterns onto his back, he swiftly turns around to hover over you, pinning you to the mattress. Your eyes meet and for a second, you think heâs going to kiss you until your dream is shattered as he begins tickling you mercilessly instead. A tickle war starts that leaves you both breathless and laughing well into the night.
đৠjisung đৠ- 1:56 am
âWhen youâre away and I miss you, I spray this pillow with your cologne and cuddle it as I would cuddle you.â
Jisungâs eyes widen slightly as you speak against his lips, the lingering sadness in your tone pulling at his heartstrings in an unpleasant way. Youâre face to face, staring lovingly at each other while talking in hushed voices about everything that comes to mind.
He knows that at this time during the night, he gets all soft and mushy but he wasnât expecting to cry this soon. You were so good to him, his own angel on earth that would wait for him for as long as it was needed. You deserved so much better.
Gently cupping your cheek, you lean into his touch and close your eyes in contentment, and he bites his tongue to stop himself from crying. âIâm sorry, baby.â
His voice is shaky so without a word, you cuddle closer, burying your head in his chest and holding him tighter while also kissing his covered chest. âSorry? Sorry for what? Donât be silly, Ji. Your love makes all this waiting around worth it every single time.â
đৠfelix đৠ- 4:02 am
âWait, what? She said that to you?â Felix asks, voice loud in disbelief as the hand that was combing through your hair stops momentarily.
You nod, looking up at him from where youâre resting your head, on his abs, the bare skin warm and soft under your touch. âYes! I have receipts, hold on.â
As you scramble out of bed to get your phone from where it's charging, Felix canât help but smile as his eyes are completely focused on you and nothing else. He always thought you were the most beautiful like this â bare-faced, with your hair slightly messy and missing that furrow between your brows that appeared during the day.
Vulnerable and oh-so cuddly during the late hours of the night, and early hours of the morning you sometimes spent with him, talking, kissing and laughing until the sun rose again to announce another new day.
When you came back to bed, Felix was resting with his back against the headboard and the position allowed him to pull you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you showed him your phone. It was the domesticity he always craved for which he hoped would never end. That you and him like this never ended.
đৠseungmin đৠ- 12:32 am
Taking another peek at the bedside clock, you canât help but sigh as the red digits glare at you, almost mockingly. Youâve been in bed for hours now and youâre still as awake as you were back then too. It was infuriating, and you were this close to actually crying in frustration.
Almost as if sensing your low mood, Seungmin turns on his side to face you. âEverything okay?â
You shake your head and bury your head in the warm pillow. âI canât sleep, Minnie. Will you sing to me, please?â
His arms come around you to bring your back to his chest, successfully luring you into being the little spoon, which to be honest, you didnât mind one bit right now. He places a kiss on your cheek, and with one hand softly massaging your hip, he starts humming. Not a lullaby, but one of the groupâs title tracks.
When you glare at him over your shoulder, he grins and stifles a chuckle before starting to sing a proper lullaby. Just as suspected â his dreamy voice does have magical powers and youâre asleep in less than five minutes. Or maybe it's the way he holds you so closely and the occasional kiss on the top of your head that does the trick. Either way, you have to let Felix know asap. He owes you 20$.
đৠjeongin đৠ- 11:45 pm
âBlanket thief.â He complains, however, thereâs no real malice in his tone as you roll around into a blanket burrito and leave him completely exposed to all the monsters that come out at night, laughing loudly.
You donât see him, but he rolls his eyes, trying to appear annoyed as he hides his growing smile. âCome here, baby, letâs share.â
When you shake your head no, still giggling in your pillow, Jeongin takes matters into his own hands, literally, and lifts you up by the waist to trap you into his tight embrace, which causes you to shriek and laugh again. He soon joins in and your laughter fills the tiny room as you begin wrestling for the blanket.
âCome on, be reasonable, thereâs enough blanket for the both of us.â âNo.â âY/n.â âBut Jeongin, the monsters â â ,âIâll beat them up! Now, come here!â
Somehow, he manages to convince you to share and you fall asleep cuddling while watching youtube videos, with his soft voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But during the night, he still ends up uncovered and because heâs petty, he pretends to fall out of bed and says that the monsters got to him because of you and your selfish nature he canât help but still love so much!
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iâm so totally normal about the fact that aziraphaleâs last (known) deliberate foray into the queer community was when he learned the gavotte at the fictionalized hundred guineas club (!!!) in the 1800s and now in the 2020s heâs like âgrindr? whatâs that?â
many are talking about his repression which is very valid⌠and yet the thing to me that stands out about aziraphale is that heâs actually⌠incredibly stable in his identity and that identity IS incredibly queer. queer by the standards of heaven AND by human standards as well
metatron describes his âde facto partnershipâ with crowley as âirregular.â and in fact aziraphale in his entirety is irregular. he likes and makes it his business not only to understand but to be a connoisseur of all manner of things angels arenât supposed to even remotely care about. food. music. books. theatre. sleight of hand. and more.
itâs the sort of behavior that wouldâve gotten him othered, treated as a bit odd, in heaven even if he hadnât chosen to consort all across the earth with a literal demon. and it IS treated that way - the fact is aziraphale even as an angel has got proclivities that set him apart from the rest of the host (even after offering him the highest position in heaven, metatron still acts deeply dismissive of him⌠like aziraphaleâs bookshop is merely a quaint little hobby of his that can be easily transferred to another custodian, and not a literal extension of who aziraphale has become, full of his tartan and unique bibles and special vintages of wine and the books arranged in a very specific way)
so. aziraphale is a queer angel but of course heâs also queer to other humans. but in such a way that⌠he had his realization a LONG time ago, and put the matter very much to rest after that. aziraphale is perpetually something like several centuries behind schedule. he owns an ancient computer that probably continues to run windows 98 simply because aziraphaleâs decided it should. he wears the same waistcoat and coat for generations because he simply likes them precisely the way they are and sees no reason to change them. but the idea that he doesnât know how he comes across to others - of course he does. he knows he looks like your prim and proper grandfather and he prefers it that way
aziraphale looked around at humans in the 1880s and said: ah yes. this is where i fit. and promptly ensconced himself in that queer subculture. learned the gavotte. read his austen. loved crowley from afar. aziraphale is fiercely and vibrantly queer. just with the sort of assurance of someone who lives with his lover in a commonlaw marriage for decades and then shows up at city hall for the certificate once society decides itâs âallowed.â like⌠he hasnât had any need to know what grindr is because aziraphaleâs âsceneâ was a century and a half ago and it defined romance for him too.
but my favorite thing about aziraphale is how much of him is about appearances versus the truth. he can lie straight to angelsâ faces and sleep at night. he knows he comes off soft but he once wielded a flaming sword. he dissembles helplessness but heâs far from it and he knows precisely how it makes others treat him. and at the core of aziraphale is rigidity, inflexibility of ideas⌠his sense of self is stable where crowleyâs is malleable, and so on, and so on
and the fact that heâs continuously fixated on trying to misguidedly do the right thing, the fact that he seeks heavenly approval and wants to fit the world into his schema of good vs evil⌠in no way do i think that means he isnât one hundred percent aware of how he feels about crowley or what it means about him by angelic or human standards. iâve seen some folks saying that aziraphale doesnât want to like kissing crowley and like⌠as much as i love me some brideshead revisited/atonement flavored angst; i put forth that itâs not internalized homophobia or queer panic but simply: âiâm trying to do the right thing for both of us and you wonât let me.â and âi wanted our first kiss to be different.â he was envisioning an entirely different flavor of romance than what he got but he emma woodhoused too close to the sun
like, yâall. aziraphale in all likelihood has a glorious collection of historical queer erotica. he just has a feathery diva coat hanging in his closet, and for what. âoh, good lordâ he says at crowleyâs revolutionary outfit in the bastille, while eyeing him up like an entire meal. heâs so good at affected propriety, at carefully constructed stuffiness, but between the two of them aziraphaleâs got to be the one who has experience
aziraphale had been physically throwing himself at crowley the entire season. he orchestrated an entire regency ball so they could touch hand to hand. he spends the entire season (well, and season 1) looking at crowley like heâs particularly coveted. he looked at crowley before the fall like he was glorious and beautiful. aziraphaleâs queer and he knows it and i think that isnât his problem, itâs the fact that he wants to build a different sort of future for the two of them but crowleyâs gone and thrown a wrench in it by reminding him of everything he can finally have. like. thatâs the heartbreak. itâs how dare you make this ugly? i forgive you for our first kiss being all pain and salt. itâs my dearest, i wanted to make heaven as beautiful as you deserve. as sacred and safe for us as our bookshop. and i can do that for us, because once i held a flaming sword and i still remember how the hilt felt in my hands. and now the taste of you is in my mouth.
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for the night.
the flight back from a case gets delayed and the teamâs forced to book rooms for the night. what a coincidence that youâre paired with spencer.
pairing :: s5!spencer x fem bau!reader
warnings :: fluff, flustered spencer, this is literally just an excuse to write about spencer with crutches
word count :: 1.7k
authorâs note :: one of my favorite tropes asfdfafssfsd we all know where this is going right ;)
accompanying song :: letâs fall in love for the night by finneas
âi have to admit, i am quite surprised. engine failures are extremely rare â statistically, they only occur once every 1.4 million flight hours.â
âuh-huh, very interesting.â you roll your eyes, but the smile that tempts to play on your lips is too overpowering to withhold.Â
âit is!â spencer excitedly flashes you a smile. âweâre actually incredibly lucky to avoid an in-flight shutdown, which typically happens once per million flight hours-â
âreid, i think our luck might be running dry here. itâs 1 a.m., the jetâs engines are acting up, and we canât leave portland.â
you take both of his crutches in your hands with an exasperated sigh. itâs not his fault, and you know better than to project your annoyance at him, but the disappointment of not being able to enjoy a nice, hot shower in the walls of your home has you uptight.
with an apologetic smile, you extend your shoulder to spencer; slowly, he places his hand on you, and you help him carefully descend the jetâs stairs.
the two of you are the last to join the rest of the group on the ground, and hotch sends an acknowledging nod in your direction once he sees that youâve been assisting spencer.Â
âl/n, reid, you guys okay with rooming together for the night?â
the words donât initially register, and itâs only until spencer speaks up that you realize hotch isnât asking â heâs confirming.
âweâre rooming in pairs?â
hotch nods, and his sidelong stare roams over spencerâs face like heâs challenging him to continue, to contest his proposal.
âemily? jj?â you pipe up this time, sending a pleading glance at both of them. they look back at you with sheepish smiles.Â
âit looked like you guys were having a really good conversation back there. didnât want to disturb you,â emily returns, slowly raising her shoulders and mouthing sorry.
spencer clears his throat and leans into your ear. âi can probably book a room at another place-â
you widen your eyes and immediately shake your head. âno, thatâs not necessary, iâm completely fine with it! unless youâre⌠not?â
this time, spencerâs the one shaking his head fervently. âoh no, iâm entirely comfortable, perfectly content, uh- sharing a room with you.â
you display an awkward grin. âalright then, perfect.â
â
âiâll set your bag on the table, is that okay?â
âyeah, thanks a lot.â
you heave a sigh of relief as you close the door behind you and rest spencerâs bookbag on the wooden table. spencer slowly lowers himself into a chair, and you gently lean his crutches against the walls near the door.Â
youâre pleasantly surprised by the roomâs decor; its soft carpet floor and mahogany picture frames hanging from the walls easily exceed your expectations for a traditional hotel room.
youâre about to make a comment commending the roomâs quality when your eyes zero in on a terrifying sight.
thereâs only one bed.
you do a double take, circling around the bedroom once more to check if thereâs an extra mattress lying around somewhere â at this point, you really wouldnât mind if the bed has a trundle.
âfuck me.â
âwhat?âÂ
spencerâs eyes immediately divert to you, and he stifles his reaction to your comment with a hasty cough.
you point to the bed, which prompts spencer to crane his neck to get a better view.Â
âthereâs only one bed.â
spencerâs eyes widen, and his gaze snaps up to your face so fast you wonder if youâve just made a grave mistake of telling him.Â
he was bound to find out anyway.
âitâs okay, iâll take-â you start, but he cuts you off short.
âthe floor? not a chance.â
you press your lips together tightly and gesture to his leg. âplease, take the bed. your leg⌠youâre injured.â
spencer looks down at the floor briefly, a light shade of pink spreading across his face. âno, we can⌠we can share the bed.â
you feel your cheeks grow hot at his suggestion, but a refusal fails to surface on your lips.Â
moving your hands to your hips, you nod slowly. âonly because youâre insisting,â you murmur.
a brief silence veils the air, and the two of you have utterly no idea what to do next â neither of you wants to be the one to crawl into bed first.
but the clockâs hour hand had just moved past the two, and you know your eyelids arenât going to stay open for much longer.
with a weary sigh, you gesture towards the lightswitch. âdo you mind if we dimmed the lights a little?â
spencer turns, almost hobbling on his leg, and flips the switch for you. the room turns dark almost instantly, but a faint light emanates from a lamp on the nightstand.
âare you, um, going to sleep soon?â
you hate to be the first one to bring it up, but you have to â you can practically feel the tiredness tempting you like a fuzzy blanket.
âuh yeah, we should sleep.âÂ
you watch as spencer grabs a pillow from his side of the bed and positions it near the edge of the mattress. youâre about to ask him what heâs doing when he props himself onto the bed and rests his leg on top of the pillow, elevating his casted knee.
oh. as the realization hits you, you reach for your own pillow and gently place it next to his head. âhere, use this.â
âthatâs your pillow.âÂ
âi know.â
a soft chuckle sounds from his throat as spencer raises his head ever so slightly, allowing you to tuck the pillow beneath him.
âthanks,â he murmurs, and pats at the space next to him, urging you to join him on the bed.
once youâve slipped your feet into the blanket, spencer stretches his arm to turn off the lamp and moves back to whisper a hushed good night into your ear.
you turn to say it back. âgood n-â
his hand gently starts to wedge under your neck, and as he moves, strands of your hair coil around his fingers.Â
heâs offering his arm as a pillow.
you lie frozen, your breath hitched in your throat, as his arm extends fully beneath you.Â
âspence,â you exhale, caught off-guard by the sudden move.
âitâs okay. donât worry about me,â he softly whispers, inclining his head towards your face.
you smile, though you doubt he can see your face in the pitch-black darkness.Â
âsweet dreams,â you hum, and close your eyes to let sleep overtake you.
â
you wake up not to the sound of your alarm, not to the birds usually perched on the tree outside your window, but to the sound of spencer clearing his throat.
you think itâs a dream at first, but you can feel everything â the vibrations coming from his throat like heâs talking to you, his hands stroking a pattern on your back, his breaths tickling your hair.
you open your eyes to see spencer staring back at you with flustered cheeks, his eyes flickering back and forth between your face andâŚÂ
you follow his gaze and look down, only to see that your legâs wrapped casually around his hips, anchoring him to the bed. with a panicked yelp, you immediately retract your leg and leap out of the bed, frantically apologizing to him over and over again.
âiâm so sorry about that, d-did i hurt you?â
your voice sounds scratchy from your parched throat, but how you sound right now is the least of your concerns.
spencer chuckles softly before slowly sitting up. âno, you didnât do anything.â
you let out a relieved sigh at his response.
spencer grunts as he lifts himself up, tenderly listening to your continued apologies with a warm smile.
âby the way,â he starts, fixing his tie and reaching for his suit jacket, âwe're a little late.â
âwhat?â you gasp, hurriedly tucking your dress shirt into your trousers, âfuck. how late?â
a pause, and then: âfive minutes and twenty seconds.â
âoh my god,â you squeal as you fling your and spencerâs bag over your shoulders, âtheyâre probably all waiting for us.â
quickly turning the doorknob and making way for spencerâs crutches to move past the door, you rush to the elevator and hit the juddering call button.
ânext time, youâre-â you cough out as you try to catch your breath, â-youâre welcome to just push me off the bed. itâs guaranteed to wake me up instantly.â
spencer looks at you questioningly, a small grin spreading across his lips. ânext time?â
you clasp a hand over your mouth. âwait no, i meant â hopefully weâll never have to sleep in a room together ever again, but iâm saying in case-â
spencer tilts his head and lets out an amused laugh. thankfully, the elevator doors open just in time, and youâre spared the trouble of having to explain yourself further.
you bite your lips as the image of his lopsided grin lingers in the back of your mind, and the fresh regret of your words burns your face like a hot fever.
the embarrassment doesnât end, however, as the doors open once again to reveal your team standing right outside. when the elevatorâs chime echoes throughout the lobby, everyoneâs heads turn to you and spencer.
you walk out with nervous steps, grimacing when hotch merely nods and announces that the plane is ready for takeoff. spencer makes his way over to derek, who tousles his hair teasingly.
âso, howâd you sleep last night?â
you freeze when rossiâs husky voice drifts into your ears.
you force out a smile. âi definitely couldâve slept better.â
âreally?â he hums with a smirk, âi slept like a baby.â
âyeah, you upgraded your room, we get it, youâre rich,â you sigh, eliciting a hearty chuckle from the older agent.
once seated in your usual seat on the jet, youâre accompanied by spencer and morgan, who slump into their seats across from you.
you watch suspiciously as morgan wiggles his eyebrows at you and nudges his elbow into spencerâs sides. âso, late night, huh?â
spencer looks at you briefly, flushed cheeks failing to suppress the smile splaying across his face.Â
âshut up.â
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hit me baby one more time | s.r
pairing: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader
a/n: i have no explanation for this i just really want spencer to fuck me in a mini skirt. this was also fueled by me listening to baby one more time on repeat for the last week so enjoy my horny thoughts hehe
cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, p in v sex, munch!spencer, blowjobs, soft!dom!spence the loml, praise kink, spanking, suggestive dancing, kissing, afab reader, reader wears the outfit from the baby one more time mv (skirt and bra), i picture s11 spence so donât mind the inconsistencies, idk if kirk actually wears a tie i am a star wars girlie not star trek, lowkey perv spence at the end but i would do the same tbh
summary: halloween brings spencer joy in many ways, this year he finds a new, and super fucking hot, reason to love the holiday more
wc: 3.3k
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spencer loved halloween. this was a known fact by many, he loved the lore behind the holiday, loved dressing up as his favorite characters, and loved playing tricks on morgan and jj around the office.
spencer also loved halloween because he gets to see you. not that he didnât see you on a daily basis in the office or on the field catching killers, but in a state where you were carefree and didnât have to worry about the behavior patterns of a psychopath.
in past years spencer has dressed up as different versions of the doctor (still claiming his tenth doctor costume was the best, because it was your favorite), the hobbit from lord of the rings, and nosferatu (to the dismay of morganâs very scared reaction). you would go a more pop culture route, dressing up as characters from recent movies and shows including barbie, the scarlet witch, and wednesday adams.
he loved being able to tell you the lore of the different characters he was and he loved listening to you explaining the cultural significance and impact that barbie had on society. he could listen to you talk about literal garbage, actually, and still be hanging onto your every word.
what he loved the most, however, was your choice of costume tonight at the karaoke bar the team was out at.
for halloween this year you decided to go with a more nostalgic costume. clad in a black mini skirt, tied up white button up showing your tummy and just the right amount of cleavage to have your hot pink bra pop out, gray cardigan, knee high socks and mary janes, you were the spitting image of britney spears in the baby one more time music video. complete with the ribbon entwined pigtails.
the moment you walked in the bar, spencer knew he was utterly and absolutely fucked.
morgan knew about spencerâs infatuation with you, because, heâs morgan and spencerâs not subtle. so when he watched spencerâs mouth hang open like a beckoning for flies to land in, all he could do was pat him firmly on the back and say, âgood luck, kid.â
he watched you walk over to the table the team had claimed, making your rounds at saying hi and hugging everyone. he was last, and when you reached up on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck he had no choice (lie) but to rest his hands at your hips while his thumbs brushed the bare skin of your stomach. he also had no choice (still, a lie) but to be deathly intoxicated by the smell of your shampoo and perfume as you placed your head in the crook of his neck.
âhi spence! your costume looks so cool, i love how it turned out. were you able to find what you needed at that store i told you about?â you bubbled happily.
it took spencer about ten whole seconds of staring at you (and definitely not at your chest) to realize that you were asking him something and tried to quickly (embarrassingly) recover, âum, yeah no i was! she knew so much about star trek and was super helpful, she told me how much she loves seeing you in the store.âÂ
you giggle, âiâm glad admiral kirk, sheâs a sweet old thing.â
he should be ashamed at how you calling him that went straight to his crotch.
ây- you also look great, who are you supposed to be?â
âiâm britney spears! in the baby one more time music video?â, youâre met with a blank stare, âspence, we have to educate you better on the true icons of our time.â you playfully grab his forearm.
he laughs nervously at your joke and the contact and proceeds to down half his beer in one gulp. thank god garcia comes out of nowhere to gush over your outfit, âoh my god girl, you look so hot. you have to get up there and sing it, itâs only right!â
âlet me get a few shots in first and then iâll see, pennyâ you chuckle back.
after about two shots you were already feeling loose, whatever anxiety you had about tonight dissipated as the alcohol overtook your bloodstream. truth be told, you had a super secret mission up your sleeve.Â
you would be a terrible profiler if you didnât notice the way spencer changed whenever he was in your company, and it never made you feel uncomfortable. you only craved his attention even more, and it made your crush on him run even deeper. he was kind and smart and caring. and undeniably sexy. you knew for a fact he wanted you too, and you were determined to make him do something about it tonight.
knowing spencer hasnât seen the music video therefore not knowing why the schoolgirl outfit, it turned you on even more knowing he was going to lose his goddamn mind after you were done. the plan was already rolling in your brain as you sauntered up to the karaoke stage and got ready to put on a show.
the beginning beats of the song play and you get a couple of cheers and âletâs go, baby!â from the crowd and your teamâ sans spencer, who was hanging on your every move as you started swaying your hips.
âmy loneliness, is killing me. and i-i-i. i must confess, i still believe, still believe.â you sing and dance the choreography to the song you know so well.
âwhen iâm not with you, i lose my mind.â you make direct eye contact with spencer, and are more than excited to see him locked in on you too.
you decide to kick your plan up a notch, and walk off the stage mic in hand towards the bauâs table, earning many cheers and phones capturing the moment. you play up the theatrics a little by getting emily and jj to sing along with you, morgan and rossi leaning into you as you wrapped your arms around their shoulders.
âgive me a si-i-i-ign,â youâve reached spencer, and the last step in your plan.
your finger leaves featherlight touches around his shoulders and across his collarbone as you stand behind his chair. a flat hand trails down his chest closer to the bulge in his pants, spencerâs eyes widening at the gesture. your hand reaches the final destination at the base of tie, and you pull it so heâs looking up at you directly.
âhit me baby one more time.â you finish with the biggest smirk, never breaking eye contact with spencer. the cheers and claps became louder but all you could focus on were the deep breaths he was taking to compose himself. you give him a wink as you hand the mic back to the stage guy and walk back to him to sit on his lap.
âyou donât mind, do you? all the seats are taken,â you smirk as you feel his hard on through your lace panties, âplus i really want to hear what you thought about my performance.â you finish whispering in his ear. he shudders in your hold, but the feeling of your ass weighing on the place he needs you the most, his primal instincts take over and suddenly he has a boost of confidence.
he lifts your head so his mouth is right on the crest of your ear, âhow about i show you what your performance did to me?â he shifts a little and lightly thrusts up into your clothed core and you let out a small gasp. luckily the team had all but dispersed throughout the bar, getting drinks or dancing, so no one has to be privy to your conversation.
the glint in your eyes was all the confirmation he needed. you stood up slowly with his tie still wrapped around your fingers, and you pull it over your shoulder so he would trail behind you as you walked. spencer followed you like a dog getting tugged by a leash, literally, and stumbles at first when you pull him but he quickly regains his composure as you navigate through the crowds, placing his hands on your waist protectively.
you end up in front of the womenâs bathroom and spencer doesnât hesitate to push the doors open and lead you inside. it was one of those single person bathroom with no other stalls, but it was definitely one of the more nicer bathrooms youâd been in. the maroon pattern of the wall adding to the sultry vibe youâre setting, not to mention a spacious countertop for the sink and amenities.
the possibilities of what was going to happen run wild in your brain, only being pulled out of it by the sharp lock of the door and the feeling of strong hands snaking around your waist again.
you look up to meet his eyes in the mirror and watch spencer fiddle with the edge of your button up, âi donât think i told you how much i really like your costume.â
âyeah?â you lean back in his touch, âwhat do you like about it?â
he moves his hands to the middle of your chest, âwell, i like how soft the blouse is,â he deftly undoes the knot, âand i really like the color you got on underneath.â he lets the ends of the shirt fall to your side and slides his hands up to cup your breasts through your lace bra, massaging them gently.
you let out a half gasp-moan, âwhat else?â
âthis skirt is really cute, fits you well.â he hums while he smooths over the front close to your core, leaning down to press love bites into your neck.
you turn around in his embrace to face him, lay your hands flat on his chest, and look up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could muster, âwant to see whatâs underneath it?â
the ghost of a smirk lies on his face and he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. his hand cups your cheek closer to him while his other one grips your ass and lower back.
his tongue slots between yours as he deepens the kiss, and he reaches down to the backs of your thighs to lift you up onto the counter. your legs open up instinctively and he steps in between them letting his hand run up the plush of your thigh to the band of your panties. he toys with the lace pattern of it before he detaches his lips and pulls the skirt all the way up.
he slowly sinks to his knees, never breaking eye contact with you as he whispers, âthis is definitely my favorite costume on you.â heâs face to face with your pink panty covered pussy and he lets out a groan when he notices the wet spot in the center. he tentatively traces a finger up and down your slit, gauging your reactions.
soft whimpers fall from your mouth as you let out a whiny, âspencerâŚâ
âdonât worry baby, iâm gonna take care of you.â he coos, âlift your hips.â you oblige as he gently pulls your panties down and stuffs them in his back pocket. his large hands push your legs apart, giving him better access as he tugs you closer to the edge and leans in to draw a long stripe up your core with his tongue.
you let out a high pitched moan at the contact, bracing yourself on the counter with your palms flat down. his tongue draws shapes on you and you feel his finger prodding around your hole before plunging in, driving you straight to delirium.
the sensations begin to overwhelm you and you feel the peak rising in your gut. you tangle your hands in his curls, âpl- please donât stop.â you whimper.
he groans into your pussy and you feel the vibration sent throughout your entire body, enough to push you over the edge and let the white hot overtake you. he doesnât stop pumping his fingers or his tongue as he drags out your orgasm for as long as youâll take it, before youâre yanking him by his hair off of your core and up to your face to kiss him dumb.
the salty taste of you lingers on his lips as you grab his face with both hands and keep him close to you. he lets out a whimper when you tug his hair again, and you smirk as you break the kiss to slide off the counter and drop to your knees. you quickly undo the clasp of his belt, the sound of his zipper going down making spencerâs heartbeat go faster.
the size of his bulge through his boxers was intimidating but it only spurred your desire to please him more. you look up at him and offer an innocent smile as you lean forward to pull back the fabric of his boxers with your teeth and let it fall back into place with a snap.
the impact caused spencer to moan out loud, and he watched with bated breath while you slowly tugged his boxers down to let his cock spring free. you let out a tiny gasp, âspencerâŚi never knew you were so pretty.âÂ
his preening turns into a sharp moan as you take in the head of his length into your mouth. swirling your tongue around like a lollipop. you lay your tongue flat on the underside of his cock and slowly let it enter your throat until your nose is flush with his tummy and youâre gagging to keep him inside.
âho-o-ly shit, fuck.â spencer groans when he looks down to see his whole length down your throat and your eyes bulging with tears at the fullness in your mouth. he wishes he had a photographic memory so he could engrave the vision of you on your knees for him in his brain forever.
you retract back and start bobbing your head on his cock, using your hand to pump whatever you couldnât easily fit in your mouth. expletives and moans fall from him every millisecond, the feeling being so irrepressible that after a minute spencer had to pry you off him so he didnât finish in your mouth.
âwhat, too much?â you grin mischievously, dragging your thumb across your bottom lip to wipe the spit.
his heavy breathing is the only answer you got as he turns your body around to face the mirror, and bends you down at the waist to lean your upper body on the counter. he flips your skirt up so your ass is on display for him and draws his hand back to give your right ass cheek a big smack.
you moan out languishly and he lets out a small chuckle, âkinky, are we?â
âyouâre the one who spanked me.â
he bends down to whisper in your ear, âyeah, but you liked it. i can feel you getting wetter.â his fingers return to your core to spread the new wetness onto his cock before aligning it at your entrance. he slowly pushes in, stretching you out bewitchingly. he breaks his gaze from where you connect to look back into the mirror, and god, is he so fucking glad he did.
your face is beautifully fucked out, eyes glistening with tears about to fall over, cheeks flushed, eyebrows furrowed, your arms pressed so perfectly against the sides of your chest your breasts are threatening to spill out of your bra.
âgod, you look like a dream,â spencer whispers from behind as he begins thrusting into you. you moan back in response and push back on his cock to meet his thrusts. the noise of your hips meeting and him sliding in and out of you filled the bathroom.Â
âiâm so close, fuck, oh my god.â you whine pathetically. spencer canât help but smugly grin in response, âalready? it canât be over that fast, hold it.â
you gasp out, âi canât, please, i need to come.â
he wraps one arm around the front of stomach to hoist you up and uses the other hand to tug on your pigtails to lean your head back towards him, âyouâll come when i say you can. youâre my good girl, right? gonna show me how good you can be for me?â he whispers hotly in your ear.
a loud moan escapes your throat as you try to keep your composure and hold your orgasm at bay. his precise and timed thrusts doing nothing to help you, you feel yourself starting to float away, becoming so cockdrunk off of spencer you can barely keep yourself conscious.
âalmost there, pretty girl. youâre doing so well, âm so proud of you.â
you make the mistake of looking back up at the mirror, becoming grossly entrapped by the image of spencer pounding into you from behind and his equally fucked out face tucked into your neck, âspenceâŚbaby, please.â
he whines at the pet name and finally gives in, âokay princess, you can come now.â your second orgasm of the night ravages through you, leaving nothing behind but thoughts of spencer. he continues fucking you through your peak, chasing his own release to come shortly after.
âfuck, iâm close. where d- do you want me to..?â he stutters.
âin my mouth.â you breath out.
he groans out loud, âon your knees.â
he pulls out of you and you immediately drop to your knees, not hesitating to take his length into your mouth and using both hands to pump the remaining. spencer puts a hand on the back of your head and guides you to thrust onto his cock until he lets out another stuttered groan, spurts of his release coating the inside of your mouth.
you make sure to get every last drop of him down your throat, seductively sliding your mouth off his cock with a resounding pop. youâre breathing heavily and you remain on your knees as you try to remember what fucking world youâre even in. spencer grabs you by the forearms to pull you back up to him, and gently perches you back on the counter noting you probably wouldnât be able to stand on your own anyway.
spencer breathes hotly into your face, his hand coming up to caress your cheek and brush a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. his other hand remains on your waist, drawing soothing circles. you grin widely, and spencer notices and matches your smile without hesitation.
âwhat?â he laughs lightly.
ânothing, itâs just it looks like my plan worked.â you replied.
âand what was this plan of yours?â he grins.
âwell, i just wanted you hot and bothered. i did not expect you to fuck me in a bar bathroom,â he blushes at your admission, âplus, you donât even shake peopleâs hands. i definitely thought having sex in a public place, let alone the bathroom of a bar, would be so not your style.â
âi think if you keep wearing outfits like this around me,â he gestures to your disarrayed button up and bra, âyouâll be surprised at what iâd be willing to do.â
âso, is this a good time to tell you that britney has other music video outfits that are just as iconic as this one?â you gleam up at him.
his eyebrows raise in curiosity, âit certainly would be. on a totally unrelated note, iâm parked right out front.â he half jokes as he pulls you off the counter towards the door. you giggle and follow blindly behind him, when your eyes draw to the back pocket of his trousers and you notice a flash of hot pink.
âspencer! my panties, oh my god. give them back.â
he looks over his shoulder at you, âi have no idea what youâre talking about.â he feigns. you roll your eyes and let him have it, totally ignoring the way he shoves the panties further down his pocket out of sight.
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