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landosjpg · 10 months ago

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so high school | ln

the one where you feel like a teenager in love.

lando norris x fem!reader

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: fluff, smut (MDNI, +18), public masturbation, fingering, orgasm denial

note: i’ve been listening to this song on repeat for almost a week now, it’s so catchy and the GTA lyrics made me laugh so i had to write something inspired by it. it’s short but i hope you enjoy :) not proofread

being in love had never been as easy as it was with lando.

you had been in love before, sure, but your heart beat in a different rhythm whenever he was around.

you both had felt the spark between you the very first time you met. you could swear the sound of his laugh would always be your favorite song and something as simple as the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made the butterflies in your stomach flutter all around every damn time.

“come on, tell me again!” your voice was high-pitched, it always was when you were with your boyfriend.

you heard lando let out a chuckle at your insistence, his body spread on the couch as you rested your head on his lap. his hand found yours, fingers entwining under the blanket that covered your body and you gave him a little squeeze, encouraging to tell you once more what you were asking.

“alright, alright,” he facetiously rolled his eyes, earning a giggle from your lips. “i thought you were the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.”

you had heard his first impression on you about a thousand times before, but it always brought a smile to your face, being reminded of how enamored he was with you since the very first night.

“fuck, i could barely sleep that night because you wouldn’t leave my mind,” and you had felt the exact same thing.

you two had just clicked instantly, your friends surprised at the chemistry of the both of you.

despite of how crowded the club was that evening you met, it had felt like no one was around you. endless conversation and laughs that seemed to never cease lured you away from the presence of everyone else, and when his lips finally met yours hours later you felt your heart exploding. your bodies moulded together as if you were made to each other, smiles and soft giggles breaking the kiss every few seconds.

and wrapped in his arms you felt like you were sixteen again; and admittedly, no one had ever loved you quite like him before.

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for the almost eight months that you had been together, you and lando had always loved to invite your mutual friends over during the weekend. at the end of the day, they were the reason you two had met in the first place, and there weren’t enough words in the english language to just show how grateful you were.

every few saturdays all of you would reunite in your —his —living room, a few bottles of alcohol and snacks set on the tea table as you played some stupid drinking game. after that, you would just play the first movie that one of you could think of, lights off as everyone settled either on the couch or, most likely, on the floor, a little too tipsy to even bother getting comfortable.

that night it was american pie playing on the big screen as you cuddled into your boyfriend’s embrace under the soft blanket; it was chilly, the cool summer freeze making you need to cover the bare skin of your legs.

you softly sighed as your leaned your back to his chest as his arms circled around you; and then one of his hands was creeping under the blanket, fingers gently brushing the skin of your thighs.

you smiled at the comfort of his warmth, eyes fixed on the screen mindlessly.

but lando had had a little too much to drink that night, so his fingers slowly moved up, up, up, until they found the seam of your shorts. and the innocence of his previous touch was immediately thrown away the second you looked up to his face, eyes furrowed in confusion, just to meet his smirk.

“what are you doing?” you whisper-shouted, your thighs closing together as he tried to get closer to where he knew you wanted him.

and he shushed. that sly grin of his not leaving his lips.

you bit your lower lip and complied, legs slowly giving him access to your core as your eyes went back to the movie. with slow, teasing movements, he managed to push your shorts and your panties to the side, fingers finding the nub of your clit with ease. this was the most patient you had ever seen him, the tip of his digits slowly rubbing circles on you as he pretended to watch that stupid movie, not even looking at you.

your breath got heavier and unsteady as he touched you at a tauntingly pace, inaudible to everyone else thanks to the loud volume of the tv.

but when he slid his fingers down your folds, coating them in your slick before slowly pushing two of them into your hole, you couldn’t help a gasp from escaping your lips.

you felt your face heating up when the sound earned a look from some of your friends, and you tried your best to cover it with a chuckle. that scene better had been funny, you thought.

lando, however, seemed to find your situation hilarious. you looked up at his smile as he kept fucking his fingers into you slowly, and you could tell he was trying his best not to laugh.

as the seconds passed, stifling your sighs was getting harder and harder, your walls already clenching around your boyfriend’s digits. your fingers wrapped around his wrist, warning him that you were close, and that’s when he stopped.

the withdrawal of his fingers almost made you whine, and you shot a glance at him, this time, a disappointed one. he seemed to like how you responded, because his smile widened and he lowered his head to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

“later, baby. i want to hear those pretty sounds you make when you come,” he whispered into your ear before leaning back on the couch again, shamelessly cleaning his fingers on your thigh and leaving you craving his touch even more.

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thesecondhandwoman · 2 months ago

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DOING YOUR MAKEUP

Mel x f!reader

Synopsis: Today you decided to try something new and let Mel do your makeup (since you loved her look yourself). But you soon came to realize that even doing your makeup could become intimate with a woman like her.

The golden glow of the late afternoon sun bathed Mel’s chambers in a wash of honeyed warmth. Silken curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze, casting dancing shadows along the marbled floor. A soft, delicate fragrance of jasmine and bergamot lingered in the air—the unmistakable signature of Piltover’s most regal presence: Mel Medarda.

You sat on a plush stool, nerves flitting about your chest like restless birds. You’d never been in her private quarters for this long. Sure, there had been evenings spent talking into the night, and moments of quiet intimacy that spoke volumes. But this? This was different.

Mel stood behind you, poised with a brush in one hand and a palette of shimmering pigments in the other. She was a vision of elegance, clad in a flowing, wine-red gown that bared her shoulders and arms, her gold jewelry glinting softly with every movement. Her hair, perfectly coiled and pinned, framed her face like the work of a master sculptor.

Her gaze flicked to yours in the mirror in front of you—sharp, knowing, and endlessly amused.

“You’re holding your breath,” she said, one perfectly arched brow lifting in mock disapproval. Her voice was like velvet, smooth and rich. “Do you not trust me, darling?”

Your lips twitched into a nervous smile. “I trust you with many things, Mel. My dignity, however, might be another matter.”

Her low, melodic laugh filled the room like the chiming of distant bells. Setting down her palette, she stepped closer, fingers lightly tilting your chin up to face her properly.

“Dignity,” she echoed, eyes narrowing in playful scrutiny. “We can afford to lose a little of that, don’t you think?” Her thumb brushed gently over your cheek, her touch warm and deliberate. “You’ll look magnificent when I’m done with you.”

Heat bloomed under her touch, a warmth that had little to do with the sunlit room. You swallowed and nodded, finding yourself already lost in her presence—as if that were anything new.

“Close your eyes,” she murmured, her voice a soft command.

You obeyed, your heart doing a gentle stutter-step. The world went dark behind your eyelids, leaving only the feeling of her hands and the quiet rhythm of your breath.

Her fingers moved with a painter’s precision, applying a cool, silky base to your skin. It felt like being brushed with clouds, weightless and soft. Her fingertips lingered at your jaw, featherlight, tracing the line there as if committing it to memory.

“Perfect canvas,” she whispered, and you could hear the smile in her voice.

“Flatterer,” you shot back, but your words lacked bite.

Mel hummed knowingly. “I never flatter, darling. I only speak the truth.”

Her fingers left your face, replaced by the soft press of a brush. It swept across your cheeks, delicate as butterfly wings. She worked with a deliberate patience, layering colors and blending them with masterful ease. You wondered if this was how she approached her council work too—precise, unwavering, in total control.

“What color are you using?” you asked, your curiosity winning out.

“Rose and gold,” she replied, her tone light as she brushed along your cheekbones. “Soft warmth. Elegance without effort. It reminds me of you.”

Your eyes flew open despite yourself. “Mel…”

Her eyes met yours in the mirror, golden and molten with quiet affection. For once, she didn’t tease. Her gaze lingered on you, steady as a heartbeat. “Keep them closed, love,” she said softly, and you could do nothing but obey.

Her touch moved to your eyes, and you felt the gentle pressure of her thumb on your brow. Brushes followed, sweeping pigments over your lids. Gold, most likely—bright, bold, and unapologetically regal. You wondered if you’d look like her by the end of it. The thought didn’t bother you one bit.

Time slowed, and for a while, there was nothing but the sensation of her hands on your skin and the steady rhythm of her breathing. You felt her lean closer, her breath a warmth against your temple.

“Tell me,” she murmured, her words curling around you like silk ribbons, “has anyone ever taken this much care with you before?”

You hesitated, not because you needed to think but because the answer was so obvious it almost felt foolish to say it aloud.

“No,” you admitted quietly. “Not like this.”

Her breath hitched just slightly, a sound only someone paying very close attention would have noticed. She didn’t answer, but her hands moved slower, gentler, as if to be sure you felt every stroke, every touch, every moment of her devotion.

“Mel,” you said softly, heart tight in your chest.

“Shh,” she replied, the warmth of her lips brushing your ear. “Don’t ruin my masterpiece.”

Your lips quirked at that, and she chuckled, the sound low and rich.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stepped back. “Open.”

You did, blinking away the light as your gaze focused on your reflection. Your breath caught.

You looked radiant. No, divine. The blush on your cheeks was subtle but perfectly placed, catching the light just so. Gold shimmered at your eyelids, like twin sunsets caught mid-dusk. Your lips were bare, but somehow, even that looked intentional—natural beauty left untouched, unspoiled.

Your gaze shifted to Mel’s reflection, and you caught her watching you, eyes hooded with a kind of quiet pride.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” you said, your voice hushed in awe.

Mel smiled, slow and knowing, like she had expected nothing less. “Of course I did,” she said, reaching for a small, glossy tube. Her eyes met yours, sharp with mischief. “But I’m not done yet.”

She uncapped it, revealing a deep, wine-red tint. Your eyes tracked its every movement as she turned it in her fingers. Instead of reaching for you, she tilted her head slightly and applied it to her own lips with the care of a woman used to wielding power in every action.

You watched, utterly entranced, as she slowly, deliberately coated her lips with the rich pigment. Her gaze never left yours. She pressed her lips together with a small “mm,” ensuring every inch of them gleamed with fresh color.

“Mel?” Your voice was already breathless.

Her eyes flicked to yours, and the corner of her mouth lifted in a smile so devastatingly sly it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Now,” she purred, setting the tube aside. Her gaze stayed locked on yours as she stepped forward, cupping your jaw in one hand, her thumb grazing your cheek in a slow, hypnotic sweep. “For the final touch.”

Your breath caught, heart thundering in your chest.

Her lips met yours, soft but firm, slow but certain. Heat blossomed where she touched you, a warmth that unfurled in your chest and spread through your limbs. Her kiss was the kind that made the world stop—not forceful, but inevitable. Her fingers splayed across your jaw, anchoring you to her, as if you were something precious that might slip away.

When she pulled back, her eyes flicked to your lips with satisfaction. Her smile widened as she traced her thumb just beneath your lower lip, catching a hint of the red she’d left behind.

“There,” she said, her eyes hooded and far too pleased with herself. “Now you match me.”

You blinked, breath still unsteady, and stared at your reflection. The soft red stain of her lipstick lingered on your lips, faint but unmistakable.

“You planned that,” you accused, lips curving upward despite yourself.

“Of course I did,” she replied smoothly, tilting your chin up with her thumb. “You’re mine, darling. Why not make it clear to the world?”

Her gaze softened then, something tender slipping past her armor. “Besides,” she added, her voice dropping to a murmur, “I rather like seeing my colors on you.”

Your heart swelled, too full for words, so you tilted your head forward and pressed your forehead against hers.

“Careful, Medarda,” you whispered, eyes closing. “I might just fall in love with you.”

Her breath hitched again, but this time, she didn’t hide it. Her fingers curled into your hair, steady and unyielding.

“Darling,” she whispered, lips brushing yours once more, softer this time, more real. “I’m counting on it.”

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hazelfoureyes · 11 months ago

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Besties get Banged

Angel Dust x FemReader Smut

➽─❥Angel Dust x MaleReader Smut version

You didn’t think Angel liked you the way you did him, how could you? While sharing a profession, he was nothing like you. He was the star in every room he entered. After being booked on a shoot together, you find maybe Angel wasn’t so ignorant to your existence.

Warning/Promises: Angel x Reader do not fuck but they do get banged, Val is going to ruin shit but I ain’t writing that part, Foursome but no one cares, handjob, cum countdown 💦, masturbation, making out, porno, vaguely threatening ending from Val

minors dni (👁️👄👁️🔪)

When Angel Dust slipped into the dressing room of Val’s ‘sex dungeon’, you struggled to keep your smile down. You’d never actually worked together. The two of you had attended the same awards shows, frequented the same clubs, danced the same stages. But never graced the same screen. Every encounter left you more and more enthralled. Always the life of the party, but when the crowds would die down Angel would become so sweet, talking with an emotional intelligence many sinners seemed to have lacked or intentionally abandoned at death.

Angel threw himself at many people, sometimes jokingly, sometimes not. But you’d be lying to say it didn’t sting he’d never propositioned you.

“Mornin’,” he plopped into the make-up chair beside you, hand lazily combing through his bedhead.

Angel hoped you hadn’t seen him pause when he saw you. He didn’t get butterflies often, but you always managed to make his stomach flutter. He felt so silly, a kid with a crush.

You knew Val wasn’t going to let it be just the two of you. He enjoyed watching you both get fucked too much. ‘Besties get Banged’ was written on the clapperboard. Angel gave you a wink, “Ooh besties! Is this work or just another Friday night?” His elbow hit a soft spot in your ribs, making you laugh.

“Stop— st-stop that. Get on the bed.” Val used all four arms to separate you, “Bitch number 1 on the left side, Bitch number 2 on the right.” He sat in his chair, arm angrily motioning for the large demons to enter the set already.

It was a standard enough shoot, until you and Angel found yourselves both on your knees, eye to eye from across the pink heart shaped bed. One yellow and one black eye looking back at you, hazy with pleasure as he was fucked dumb by some piece of muscle with a dick attached.

He looked so beautiful when he felt good. You reached out your hand to him, then the other. Fingers laced together, you both moaned into the space between yourselves. Angel’s eyebrows rose up, tongue coming out. His face was so flushed, cheeks pink. You weren’t sure it was an invitation, but you pulled yourself to him and ran your tongue over his. The demon behind you followed your body, trying to maintain contact.

Angel’s eyes rolled closed, tongue pushing into your mouth. The kiss interrupted again and again as the repeated pounding into your holes pulled your lips apart, your entire bodies moving in rhythm.

“Hey!,” Val yelled, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Angel smiled at you, “Whats the matter Val?” He strained forward, capturing your mouth again.

“Stop kissing! You’re ruining it!”

“You never kissed a bestie? Awww,” Angel kept his lips near yours. “Val’s never had a real good friend before.”

Val’s antennae bristled, “Pull em apart, they’re making googly eyes at each other. Killing my fucking hard on. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

Your bodies were slid away, fingertips still reaching out to each other. You were flipped onto your back, pacing brutal as if making up for lost time.

Angel watched you, mouth lonely. His cock leaking from just a kiss. Reaching down, he began to stroke himself while enjoying his own personal show. Your body bouncing with the thrusts, eyes watery. He arched his back, looking across to where your body connected with the other demon. You looked so wet, so inviting.

“Angel!” Val seethed.

Angel’s closed his eyes, imagining you around his cock and not his fingers. His eyes shot open when he felt hands on his face. His fear dissolved into relief as he saw you had scooted back towards him, pulling him down for an upside-down kiss. Breath hot, he moaned into your mouth.

“Uh Boss, should we stop em again? It’s kinda hot.” The shark demon behind Angel slowed.

Your fingers slipped through his hair, bringing him deeper into your kiss. There was nothing else in the room anymore but you and Angel. Tongue rolling over tongue, breathy moans exhaled and inhaled.

Val shook his head, “Let the little sluts kiss. If they wanna ruin my shoot so badly, be my guests.” His eyes aglow, Valentino exhaled his toxic smoke throughout the studio, sinister grin spreading across his face.

The demons continued as directed, you and Angel not having noticed the interruption you had caused. Angel’s mouth left yours, head resting on the mattress.

“Val’s going to kill us,” you tried to remember the name of the wolf demon pounding into you, knowing you had some sort of lines.

Angel’s teeth nipped your ear lobe, “He’s gonna do that anyway.”

You moaned, “Feels good when you do that.”

“Yeah?” The wolf asked. You wanted to kick him in the neck.

“Uuh, yeah. You… fuck me so good, Daniel.”

“Donny.” He corrected.

Angel got back on his elbows, “Literally no one cares, David.” Whispering now, “Roll over and come ‘ere.”

Douglas didn’t seem bothered, you using your feet to stop him and twisting around his cock to get back on your knees. The demons whose names neither of you cared to learn followed you again. Angel was pressed into you, two arms holding you against his body, one arm on your cheek, a fourth finding its way to your clit.

You gasped, Angel licking up your neck and chin as his hand expertly rubbed you. Regaining some bit of your brain, you reached down a hand to his cock. It was slapping against this stomach in time with the thrusts. Your hand only need to grip him, the other actor basically fucking him into your grasp.

Angel’s head craned down, sucking bruises into your collar bone, “I wanna fuck you so bad, it hurts.” Another whisper into your skin.

“I thought you didn’t like me,” your words faded in and out, volume jumping as your pussy took hit after hit. Angel’s hand electrifying every part of your body.

Angel pulled you as close as he could, bringing your hand from his cock to hold in his. Now him and his pre-cum were rubbing along your stomachs, pressed together tightly. “Wrong. So wro-uh.” Eyes rolling back, Angel’s words fell apart.

“You close?”

He nodded.

“Want me to count you down?”

A more frantic nod.

“Five”

You leaned in to kiss at his neck.

“Four”

A long drag of your tongue up to his ear.

“Three”

A kiss to his cheek.

“Two”

You bit at his lip, pulling it with you before letting it go.

“One”

Angel clenched his eyes, grip on you tightening as he came across your stomach, thick and hot. You heard the other actor moan, Angel’s ass tightening with his release.

You took the chance to kiss Angel again, lips soft and swollen from the long shoot. His cum dripped down your stomach and found its way to his hand, adding more lubrication to your wet pussy. Angel’s fingers eagerly used his seed to slip and slide over your clit.

The feeling pushed you into your orgasm, legs shaking as you tried to stay up. “For fuck’s sake,” Val could be heard shouting just past the studio lights.

Drawing him in for another kiss, less deeply now, lips sometimes on lips, and sometimes the chin and the cheek.

You stayed, holding each other, through the shoot. The other actors finishing their parts, cumming and making some puns about bosom buddies. When everyone else left the scene, and you two broke apart your hungry mouths to consider getting cleaned up and dressed, the air grew thick around you. Heads swimming now, a horny haze fell on set.

“Bravo, bitches. You ruined my shoot, only fair I get to ruin something now.” You both turned to see the lights gleaming off Val’s glasses. “Where should I start?”

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mythicalmaven · 4 months ago

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Untamed Desires | Lando Norris

This is a sequel to Secret Desires(pt.1) & Revealed Desires(pt.2) -But it could technically also be read seperately-

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So, I decided to make a part three, since a few of you asked for another sequel! :) Hope you all like it & let me know if you want another part, because if enough people want that, I can make work of that :)

↳pairing: Lando Norris x f!verstappen!reader ↳word count: 4,7K ↳summary: In which the story continues after the reader (Max Verstappen's twin sister) had a rather spicy text exchange with Lando, leading two them tangled up in the sheets, unfolding into an interesting morning in her bed. Followed by an awkward , yet hilarious encounter with Max (I wrote the interaction between the reader and Max in English. I know they're supposed to talk Dutch with each other, but it was too much of a hassle to write everything in Dutch & then put the English translation behind it lol. So that's why) ↳content warnings: reader is Max Verstappen's twin sister, Lando is her best friend, but also more, friends to lovers, sexual tension, kissing, dirty talk, smut, 18+ content (MDNI!), explicit sexual content, handjob, blowjob, p in v, making love, praise kink.

The soft glow of the morning sun started to peek through the curtains of your Monaco apartment. The apartment you shared with your twin, Max. You stirred awake, a gentle warmth wrapping around you, and it took only a second to recognize the familiar touch—it was Lando. You looked down at yourself and saw you were wearing nothing but Lando's shirt from the day before. The memories of yesterday came rushing back, a small smile creeping onto your lips as you felt the steady rhythm of his breathing against your neck, his breath gently tickling the shell of your ear. He stirred, pulling you even closer into him.

“Good morning, love,” he whispered, his voice still thick with sleep as he pressed a tender kiss into your hair.

You turned in his embrace to face him, his arms instinctively tightening around you as his hand moved up to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at him, warmth flooding your chest. “Hi,” you murmured, the butterflies that had fluttered in your stomach yesterday still very much alive, if not more so now.

Lando’s gaze flickered to your lips before returning to your eyes—the eyes he could get lost in forever. His heart skipped a beat, nervousness creeping into his expression. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice hesitant, like he feared you’d regret what had happened yesterday.

A soft giggle escaped you, rolling your eyes playfully. “Of course you can kiss me, sukkel,” (idiot) you teased, using the affectionate insult, “I thought I made that clear yesterday.”

He let out a relieved breath, resting his forehead gently against yours. “Just wanted to make sure you’re still feeling that way,” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. “I didn’t want to cross a line... just in case.”

An idea sparked in your mind, and a cheeky grin spread across your face. Slowly, you trailed your hand up his chest, your fingers brushing lightly over his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps as they ventured down to his lower abdomen. You paused there, feeling his breath catch in his throat at your touch.

Lando’s lips twitched into a knowing smile when he saw the mischievous look in your eyes. “What are you planning?” he asked, his voice low and playful.

Without answering, you pushed lightly against his abdomen, flipping him onto his back with a confident smirk. You moved gracefully, straddling him, your hips settling over his. You leaned down until your lips hovered dangerously close to his, barely an inch separating them. “Showing you just how much I don’t regret yesterday,” you whispered, your breath warm against his mouth.

Lando’s eyes darkened with desire, and before either of you could say another word, your lips met in a slow, tender kiss. His hands came up to cradle your face, holding you close as his lips moved against yours with an almost unbearable softness, as though he was savoring every second, every sensation. His thumb caressed your cheek, and you felt the heat of his touch seeping into your skin, making your heart pound in your chest.

The kiss deepened, but it remained slow, deliberate. You could feel Lando’s love in every movement of his lips, in the way his hands began to roam, one slipping down to your waist, the other tangling gently in your hair. His fingers threaded through the strands, and the tender pull made you sigh softly against his mouth. You felt him sitting up, pulling your body even closer to his, you still straddled on his hips. Lando's lips parted slightly, and you felt the soft glide of his tongue against yours, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming. The taste of him, the way his tongue explored you with gentle strokes, sent shivers down your spine.

Your hands weren’t idle either. You traced the outline of his jaw, letting your fingers travel down the curve of his neck and across his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath your touch. You pressed closer, feeling his chest rise and fall with each deep breath he took. Your hands traveled lower, caressing his sides before resting on his hips. Lando groaned softly into the kiss, the sound vibrating between your lips as his fingers tightened their grip on your waist.

Time seemed to slow down as the kiss stretched on, building in intensity but never losing its tenderness. Lando’s hands moved restlessly, like he couldn’t get enough of you. He pulled you closer, his grip on your waist firm as if he needed you nearer. His other hand, still tangled in your hair, gave a gentle tug, tipping your head back slightly so he could kiss you deeper. You felt yourself melting into him, lost in the slow, sensual rhythm of his mouth moving against yours, in the feel of his hands on your body.

The passion between you grew, and with it, Lando’s control began to slip. His kisses became a little more desperate, his hands more insistent as they roamed over your hips and down to your thighs, squeezing gently before moving up to your waist again. You could feel his need, the way his body responded to yours, and it made heat pool low in your belly.

As you shifted slightly on top of him, you felt something hard pressing against you, and you couldn’t help but grin against his lips. Lando groaned, his head falling back slightly as he bit his lip, embarrassed by his body’s reaction.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, breathless, his face flushed.

Your grin only widened. “Don’t be,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing as you ground your hips down slightly against him, feeling the way his body tensed beneath you. The friction between you only fueled the fire building between you, the kiss becoming even more heated as Lando’s hands gripped your hips tighter.

The sexual tension between you skyrocketed, the air thick with desire. You could feel Lando’s heart racing, matching the wild rhythm of your own, and the way his body responded to every little movement of yours sent a wave of electricity through you. But despite the growing heat, the kiss remained filled with the same tenderness, the same love, making the moment all the more intense.

Lando pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours as he gazed into your eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with adoration.

A teasing smile played on your lips as you bit down gently, eyes locked with Lando’s, your fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down his chest. Without breaking eye contact, you gave him a gentle but firm push, guiding him onto his back once again. His breath hitched, anticipation crackling in the air between you.

You lowered yourself, your lips brushing softly over the curve of his neck, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that sent shivers through his entire body. Lando sucked in a sharp breath, his pulse quickening as your hand traveled down, pressing firmly against his chest for balance. The intimacy of your touch was electrifying. Every small, purposeful movement of yours had his heart racing, but there was something more—a nervous excitement that swirled through him, making his breath stutter.

Though you had shared this closeness the night before, it still felt new, raw, and it was enough to leave Lando slightly vulnerable beneath you. His hands twitched by his sides, unsure whether to grasp the sheets or pull you closer. That same nervous energy made him even more aware of every inch of his skin that was under your touch.

“You know… yesterday,” you murmured softly against his neck, your voice a sultry whisper that sent another wave of shivers down his spine. “You made me feel incredible, Lando. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

A soft moan escaped his lips, but he tried to hide it behind a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as your hand drifted lower. “I—” Lando stammered, but the words died in his throat as your lips trailed down to his collarbone, and then lower, over his chest, pressing soft kisses against his warm skin.

“I loved every second of it,” you continued, your words making his heart pound faster, your lips brushing against him with each syllable. “You made me feel things I didn’t know were possible. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

Lando’s breath hitched again, and he let out a quiet, almost desperate groan as your hand finally made its way to the waistband of his boxers, palming him through the thin fabric. His hips involuntarily lifted at your touch, a needy sound escaping his lips that he couldn’t suppress. The pressure of your hand sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him, his body reacting immediately to your slow, teasing touch.

“God, you’re—” His voice faltered, his head falling back into the pillow as he exhaled shakily. His fingers clenched the sheets beneath him, the tension in his body building as your hand moved over him, still with that maddeningly gentle pace.

You felt him twitch beneath your touch, the thin material of his boxers doing little to hide how much he wanted you. Your gaze traveled down his body, and you smirked at the sight of him beneath you, utterly at your mercy. You pressed another kiss, this time just above the waistband of his boxers, and he groaned again, his hips lifting in response.

“Do you want me to touch you?” you whispered against his skin, your lips lingering against his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles tightened under your touch. “Tell me, Lan”

Lando’s breath was shaky, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Yes.. I want… I want you, love. Please,” he managed, his voice barely more than a breathless plea. His heart raced in his chest, every nerve on fire as your fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, teasing him.

You pulled back just enough to look up at him, locking eyes as you hooked your fingers around the waistband. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the playful glint in your eyes, the way your lips curled into that teasing smile of yours. Lando’s mind raced, anticipation and excitement swirling together as you pressed a soft kiss just above the fabric, your fingers tugging slightly.

Lando lifted his hips eagerly, his body trembling under your touch, helping you slide his boxers down. His breathing was labored, chest rising and falling as his heart pounded with nervous excitement. Even after everything that had happened yesterday, there was something about the way you touched him now, the slow teasing pace you were setting, that had his body buzzing with anticipation, leaving him on edge.

You didn’t rush—your hands moved deliberately, almost reverently, exploring every inch of him as though you were memorizing every detail. Lando’s voice was raw as he praised you between soft moans, his hands tangling in the sheets, helpless under your touch.

Gently, your took him in your hand, your fingers wrapping around him, stroking him slowly, teasingly. Lando’s breath caught again, his entire body responding to you in ways he couldn’t control.

“God… you’re incredible,” Lando breathed, his voice shaky. He felt like he was losing control, his nerves on fire with every soft stroke of your fingers. “Please… don’t stop.”

You chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against his skin as your lips moved lower. “I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon,” you purred.

He let out another moan, louder this time, his hips bucking up into your hand. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice breaking with need. His fingers finally reached out, tangling in your hair, desperate for more, desperate for you.

Your touch grew firmer, more assured, and Lando couldn’t hold back the sounds that spilled from his lips. “Yes… just like that,” he panted, his head falling back against the pillow. “You’re… perfect.”

You smiled at his praise, feeling the power you had over him. Leaning down, you let your lips follow the path your hand had taken, placing a series of slow, sensual kisses along his length. Lando’s breath hitched, and he let out a deep, throaty moan as your tongue flicked against him, his entire body tensing under the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh God, yes,” Lando gasped, his hand tightening in your hair. He was so vocal, every sound that escaped him only driving you to tease him more. “Please… please don’t stop.”

His hips lifted again, begging for more contact, but you kept your pace slow, wanting to savor every moment, every reaction. “You like that?” you asked softly, your lips brushing against him.

“Fuck… yes, yes, I do,” Lando stammered, his voice shaky with desire. “You’re… you’re driving me crazy.”

You smirked at his words, loving how undone he was beneath you. “Good,” you murmured.

You continued to kiss and tease him, taking your time, building the tension higher and higher until the room was filled with nothing but the sound of his labored breathing and the soft moans that fell from his lips. The more vocal he became, the more you wanted to push him to the edge, and you could feel the tension rising between you both, thick with desire.

Just when you sensed Lando was about to unravel beneath you, you lifted your lips from him, your breath warm against his skin as you kissed your way back up his trembling body. Your lips brushed along his chest, up to his neck, before you paused at his ear, your voice low, dripping with seduction. “I want you inside me, Lando,” you whispered, the words slipping from your lips like a promise, your tone sending a shiver down his spine.

“Fucking hell…” Lando’s voice came out in a shaky breath, a groan immediately following as he tried to steady himself. His eyes fluttered open, gazing up at you, and the sight had him nearly undone all over again. You were straddling him, still wearing his shirt from the day before. The way it hung loosely on your frame, the fabric just barely grazing your thighs, drove him wild. It was such a simple thing, but on you? It was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen.

Before he could fully process your words, he noticed you shifting, adjusting your hips. His mind raced, realizing too late what you were about to do. And before he could even react, you sank down on him, the sudden, overwhelming sensation making a loud moan tear from your throat.

“Fuck… baby..” he stuttered out, his hands immediately gripping your thighs as he tried to catch his breath. “That was… a surprise, thought I had to undress you first” His voice was thick with a mix of awe and desire, his eyes wide as he looked up at you, clearly blown away by your boldness.

A mischievous grin spread across your lips, a soft laugh escaping as you shifted your hips teasingly, savoring the way his body responded to yours. “I like to keep you on your toes,” you teased, your voice sultry as you rocked your hips just enough to make him groan again. “You like it?”

“Like it?” Lando barely managed to get the words out, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his hands roamed up your thighs, gripping you tightly. “I fucking love it.”

You could see the way his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with desire as he tried to hold on, his control slipping with every movement you made. The tension between you was electric, his hands gliding up your thighs to your waist, his fingers brushing over the fabric of his shirt that still hung loosely around you. He couldn’t take it anymore. With a shaky breath, he reached for the hem of the shirt, lifting it slowly, his eyes flicking back up to meet yours. “I want to see you,” he breathed, his voice low and filled with need.

You lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the shirt over your head, revealing your bare skin beneath. The way his eyes roamed over you, the hunger in his gaze, sent a thrill through you. His hands moved up to cup your breasts gently, his touch soft, almost reverent as his thumbs brushed over your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky as he leaned up to kiss you. His lips were soft, gentle, as though he was trying to convey everything he felt for you in that single touch. His hands never left your body, caressing you with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. “So perfect, baby,” he whispered between kisses, his lips trailing down your neck and over your collarbone.

You moaned at his touch, your hips starting to move again, grinding down slowly against him. The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming, the pleasure building with each movement, and you couldn’t hold back the sounds that escaped your lips. “Lando… you feel so good,” you whispered breathlessly, your hands sliding over his chest, nails lightly grazing his skin.

Lando’s breath hitched at your words, the way you moaned his name driving him wild. “Keep talking to me, love,” he groaned, his hands moving to grip your waist as you rocked against him, his eyes fluttering shut as he struggled to hold on. “You have no idea what it does to me when you’re like this… so perfect.”

You leaned down, your lips hovering just above his as you whispered, “You make me feel incredible, Lando. Yesterday, today… I’ve never felt like this before.” The words spilled from you with ease, knowing exactly how much it affected him. And it did. You could feel his body tremble beneath you, his grip on your waist tightening as a deep groan escaped his lips.

“Fuck… don’t stop,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire as he looked up at you, completely lost in the moment. His hands roamed your body, gliding up to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive skin again. “I love seeing you like this… loving this.”

Your body responded eagerly to his touch, your movements becoming more deliberate as you rolled your hips, taking your time, savoring every second. Lando’s breath came in short gasps, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to keep his composure, but you could see how close he was to losing control.

“You’re mine,” he breathed out suddenly, his voice rough with emotion as his hands gripped your hips possessively. “You’re all mine… I don’t ever want to let you go.”

The intensity in his words, the raw emotion, made your heart race. “I’m yours,” you whispered back, your voice filled with just as much need. “All yours.”

Your words seemed to ignite something in him. Lando’s hands moved to your hips, guiding you as you rode him, his eyes never leaving yours, the intensity between you growing with every movement. The praise flowed from both of you freely, each touch, each breath, building the pleasure higher.

“Oh God, you feel so good,” you moaned, your head falling back as you moved faster, feeling the pleasure build within you.

“You’re perfect,” Lando gasped, his voice cracking with the strain of holding on. “So fucking perfect… keep going, baby, please.”

You could feel the tension between you rising, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable height. Lando’s hands moved up to your waist, pulling you closer, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to hold on. “I’m so close, baby,” he stammered, his voice hoarse, his body trembling beneath you.

The praise, the way his hands moved over your body, only spurred you on, making you push both of you closer to the edge. His fingers found their way back to your breasts, squeezing gently as he murmured more praise, telling you how incredible you were, how much he loved watching you like this, how he couldn’t get enough of you.

The buildup was slow and torturous, both of you savoring every second, the connection between you deepening with every touch, every moan. The way he praised you, the way he told you how much he adored you, left you feeling breathless, the pleasure mounting with every movement.

The heat between you and Lando built to an overwhelming crescendo, your bodies moving in perfect sync as the tension finally snapped. You moaned loudly as your climax washed over you, gripping onto his shoulders for support as wave after wave of pleasure surged through your body. Lando followed right behind, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his eyes closing as he let out a deep, guttural groan. You could feel him pulsing inside you, his body trembling beneath yours as he fell apart, lost in the sensation of the moment.

Both of you were left breathless, chests heaving as you collapsed against him, your foreheads resting together. Lando’s arms wrapped around you protectively, holding you close as you both tried to catch your breath. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, and you could feel his heart pounding wildly against your chest.

For a few moments, neither of you said anything, simply enjoying the closeness, the shared warmth. Lando’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch tender and loving. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there as he whispered, “God, you’re amazing.”

You smiled softly, still trying to steady your breathing, your body buzzing from the aftershocks of pleasure. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you teased lightly, brushing your fingers through his damp hair.

He let out a soft chuckle, his chest still rising and falling with each breath. “I’m serious,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression filled with adoration. “You’re incredible, love. I’m so lucky.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth spreading through your chest as you leaned in to kiss him again, this time soft and slow, filled with affection. “What a coincidence, I feel pretty lucky too,” you whispered against his lips in a joking tone, before pulling back slightly, your thumb brushing over his cheek.

A comfortable silence settled between you, filled with the unspoken understanding of just how much this moment meant. But after a while, you broke the quiet, the corners of your lips lifting into a playful smile. “I’m going to grab us something to drink. We could use it after… that.”

Lando grinned lazily, his fingers trailing down your spine as he nodded. “Sounds good to me,” he replied, his voice still a bit hoarse from all the moaning.

You carefully lifted yourself off of him, and he let out a soft sigh, watching as you reached for your discarded underwear. Slipping them on, you grabbed his shirt from the bed. Even though you had slept the whole night in the shirt, it still smelled like him, the familiar scent comforting as you pulled it over your head. The hem brushed halfway down your thighs, covering just enough to look decent, though it was obvious it wasn’t yours.

Lando’s eyes followed your movements, a soft smile on his face as he watched you get dressed. “You look better in my shirt than I do,” he said, his voice playful but full of admiration.

You flashed him a grin, grabbing his chin for a quick kiss before heading toward the door. “I’ll be right back,” you promised, feeling a little light on your feet as you made your way to the kitchen.

As you rounded the corner, your thoughts still filled with the warmth of the morning, you suddenly froze in your tracks. There, sitting at the kitchen island with a coffee in hand, was Max. His gaze lifted from his cup the moment he saw you, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face.

“Morning,” he said, his tone casual but dripping with amusement.

Your heart dropped, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you as you realized what you looked like—wearing nothing but your underwear and Lando’s shirt, your hair a mess, cheeks still flushed from what you’d just been doing.

Max raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “You know,” he began, his voice full of mockery, “next time you decide to screw around in the apartment, maybe remember it’s not just your apartment.” he stated, pointing at all the clothes that were scattered around the living room.

Your face went beet red as you stammered, “I—uh—I thought you wouldn’t be home until this morning.”

Max let out a low, sarcastic laugh. “It is the morning, sis,” he pointed out, gesturing toward the clock. “But I guess you didn’t realize that since you were too busy… fucking around with Lando.” He shot you a teasing look, his eyes flicking to the scattered clothes lying around the living room, confirming his suspicions.

You groaned internally, face flushing even more as you tried to defend yourself. “What? Why would you think it was Lando?” you blurted out, attempting to sound innocent, though it was clear Max wasn’t buying it.

Max rolled his eyes, pointing to the shirt you were wearing, the unmistakable Quadrant logo visible on the shirt. “First of all, you’re wearing his shirt,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And second, I’m not stupid. I’ve already heard too much from Charles and Lando to know what’s going on between you two.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, Charles and Lando… talked about it?”

Max shrugged, smirking. “You know how Charles is, he couldn’t help but tease Lando about the whole drunk ordeal. And Lando isn’t exactly subtle. Trust me, it wasn’t hard to figure out.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands as you muttered, “Oh God, this is so embarrassing.”

Max chuckled, setting his coffee down. “Hey, relax,” he said, his tone softening. “I’m not mad about it or anything. Honestly, I’m happy for you… as long as he treats you right.”

You lifted your head, blinking at him in surprise. “You’re… okay with it?”

Max nodded, giving you a genuine smile. “Yeah, of course. But if he hurts you, I’ll kill him. Simple as that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, feeling a little more at ease now. “Thanks, Max,” you said softly, appreciating his protective nature, even if it came with some teasing.

Before you could say anything else, you heard footsteps behind you, and you turned just in time to see Lando walking into the kitchen. He was wearing his jeans, but no shirt, since you were currently wearing it. His eyes widened in surprise when he spotted Max at the counter, his gaze shifting awkwardly between the two of you.

“Oh,” Lando said, scratching the back of his head as he stood there, clearly caught off guard.

Max looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow. “Morning, Lando,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Lando swallowed, trying to keep his cool. “Morning… mate,” he replied, glancing nervously at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the awkwardness of the situation, shaking your head. “It’s fine,” you assured Lando, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Max knows. I mean, clearly.”

Lando let out a breath of relief, though he still looked a little flustered. “Right… well, uh, do you need help with those drinks?” he asked, quickly changing the subject.

Max snorted into his coffee, shaking his head in amusement. “Don’t worry, Lando. I've already had my fun with mocking her. You two can carry on with your breakfast,” he said, making air quotes around the word.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the grin spreading across your face. “Thanks, Max,” you said sarcastically. “I hate you.”

Max gave you a wink, his smirk never fading. “Anytime, sis. Just… next time, maybe be a bit quieter. I don’t need to hear you two going at it all over the apartment.”

Lando went beet red, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, leaning into him as you both tried to recover from the awkward encounter.

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miiyas · 5 months ago

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UNIVERSE

in every universe, you’re always his

fluff, wc: 462, gn reader, talks of marriage and weddings, not proof read

“do you think in another universe we live in a different scenario ..?” your voice whispers into the darkness of the bedroom, body pressed against chuuyas warm one with your head resting gently on his extended arm, using his muscles as a pillow. you rest on your side while he lays on his back and you draw small shapes with your fingertips on the scars that bump on his collarbone, closed lashes fluttering gently at the butterfly touch.

“it’s too late to be talkin’ ‘bout this shit.” you hear him grumble out, shifting his position to his side so he can lay face to face with you. his eyes are still closed and his brows are furrowed. bringing up the hand that caressed his collarbone, you massage the brows by lifting them up, smiling gently.

“i mean, do you think that in another universe, we would live in a small apartment with that dog you want so much and a good paying nine to five ..” your question didn’t seem like a question anymore, more of a dreamy world where things aligned perfectly and your boyfriend didn’t come home at the late hour of two in the morning, only to leave four hours later.

“we wouldn’t be living in a small apartment, i’d make sure.” chuuyas voice gruffs out, kissing your wrist gently with a lazy hum, your hand traveling up to the roots of his hair, combing through it with your fingers. you grow quiet, hiding your growing smile by smudging it on chuuyas arm. the two of you are closer than ever and you can hear the soft breathing that exhales out in familiar rhythm.

“in every universe,” he starts, his voice low and not quiet reaching whisper level, which only makes you scoot your body closer to hear. “you’d already be a ‘nakahara.’”

your heart stops and skips a few beats for a moment. all breathing in your lungs is paused as you feel the growing heat in your cheeks spread, a light chuckle escaping your boyfriends lips.

“‘n i’d get you the prettiest ring the world has to offer, and it’d be the wedding if everyone’s dreams,” you watch his eyes crack open gently and feel a tired hand tuck in your hair, remaining on top of your shoulders with rough fingertips brushing against the back of your neck. “and you would look absolutely drop dead in white.”

you’re quite unsure of how to respond, eyes wide and cheeks ever so flustered. the blanket creeps up to your shoulders as chuuya kisses your forehead gently before mumbling of how stupid this whole conversation was and how he still needs his sleep.

even if things are better in another universe, you can’t help but be content with this one.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x you #atlas writes !

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v6quewrlds · 6 days ago

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imagine celebrating the nfc championship with jalen.

author's note⠀⁎⠀finally wrote a jalen fic, enjoy <3

"Aye, baby, stay close," Jalen shouted over the roar of the crowd, his eyes scanning the chaotic field. His broad, triumphant smile was barely visible under the confetti and the sweat that gleamed on his skin. The Eagles had just won the NFC Championship in a 55-23 win over the Commanders. The stadium was a whirlwind of green and white as the Philly fans erupted in jubilation. The deafening cheers echoed in her ears as she nodded in understanding, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

Jalen leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before placing his NFC Championship hat on her head. "Keep these pretty eyes on me," he whispered, his breath warm against her cheek. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he stepped back, his strong hands gripping her waist for a brief moment before letting go. "You look good in green, you know that?" His voice was low, eyes dipping to the 'J' chain around her neck, biting his bottom lip.

She watched as Jalen joined his teammates for the victory celebration, her heart swelling with pride. The field was a sea of elated players and staff, and she obeyed, staying close to the other family members who wouldn't be joining their loved ones on stage. The air was electric with victory and anticipation, the confetti fluttering around them like the wings of a thousand butterflies.

Once the dust of the celebration had settled and the team had made their way to the locker room, she met Jalen back at their home, which was a serene sanctuary compared to the tumultuous stadium. He walked in, his eyes immediately finding hers, the weight of his gaze sending a thrill through her. He was exhausted but buzzing with the high of victory, his tan suit impeccably tailored despite the day's chaos.

"You did good, baby," she said, her voice soft and warm as she stepped closer to him. "55-23. Who does that?"

Jalen chuckled, his eyes crinkling with joy as he kicked off his shoes and sank into the plush couch. "Still got work to do," he replied, that slow Texas drawl thick with pride. He patted the cushion next to him, gesturing for her to join him. "C'mere, let me get a good look at my girl."

She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and perched on the edge of the couch. She leaned over, placing her hand on his knee, and whispered, "Played so well, you deserve a reward." Jalen's eyes lit up, a playful smile spreading across his face as he reached up and tugged at the 'J' chain around her neck.

"Oh, really?" He cocked an eyebrow. "What you got in mind?"

Her lips met his, a soft but eager kiss that held the promise of a night of celebration. "Let me take care of you," she murmured against his skin, her hand sliding from his knee to the button of his pants. "You sit right here and don't move."

Jalen's eyes gleamed as he watched her move with purpose. She was a woman on a mission, and that mission was to show him just how proud she was. He leaned back into the couch, his muscles relaxing, and let her take control. Her fingers were nimble as she unbuttoned his pants, her eyes never leaving his. He felt his body respond to her touch, a slow burn igniting within him that only she could fan into a flame.

She straddled him, her legs strong and sure as she sat down on his lap. He groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss, deeper this time. The taste of victory was still on his lips, and she devoured it hungrily. Her dark hair fell around them like a curtain, shielding their intimate moment from the outside world.

She took a moment to appreciate the feel of his championship hat on her head, backwards and slightly askew, before sliding it off and setting it aside with a grin. She took in the sight of him, his chest heaving as he groaned at the feel of her pressed against him. She ground down gently, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that sent a shiver through Jalen's body. His hands found her waist, his thumbs tracing the curve of her hips as she began to push his tan jacket off his shoulders.

"Damn," Jalen breathed out her name like a prayer, his eyes never leaving hers as she worked his shirt over his head. She revealed his powerful chest, gold glittering against his brown skin. He took in the sight of her too, the 'J' chain glinting in the soft light of their living room. His heart thudded in his chest, and his head fell back against the couch with a frustrated curse.

Her smile grew wicked as she reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Jalen's eyes went wide, drinking in the sight of her bare skin. He groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "All this for me?" he murmured.

"Every bit," she said, leaning in to kiss him again. "You earned it."

He took his time admiring her, his eyes roaming over her curves with an intensity that made her skin prickle. His hands followed the path his eyes had taken, tracing the outline of her breasts before finally cupping them gently. She sighed as his lips trailed kisses down the side of her neck, his breath hot and tickling. Her own hands were busy, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. She felt his arousal, hard and insistent against her inner thigh.

With a smirk, she slid his pants and boxers down, his erection springing free. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently at first, then with more urgency as he groaned into her neck. He was like warm velvet, pulsing with life under her touch. Jalen's eyes rolled back, his mouth forming a silent 'Oh'. She felt a rush of power, knowing she could do this to him, knowing she was the only one who could make him feel this way.

He reached up, his hands cupping her face, pulling her down for a deep, soul-searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, a silent conversation of passion and need. She could feel his heart racing, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. She broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming with desire as she leaned back and guided his length to slip inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect fit. Jalen's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands moving to grip her hips tightly as she began to ride him. The fabric of his suit pants was smooth against her skin, gently scratching at her bare thighs. Her breath came in gasps as she moved, setting a rhythm that had them both on the edge. Her brown eyes never left his face, drinking in every expression that flickered across his handsome features.

His grip on her hips grew more demanding, guiding her movements, his eyes dark with desire. The couch cushions squeaked under their weight as she picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. His abs tightened as he held himself up, meeting her halfway with every downward motion. The room was filled with soft moans and delicate sighs, punctuated by the occasional grunt of pleasure from Jalen.

Her thighs began to ache with the effort, but she pushed through, her nails digging into his skin as she felt the beginnings of her climax. His own release was building, a storm gathering in the pit of his stomach. He whispered silky encouragements in her ear, his voice a sweet symphony that sent her spiraling closer to the edge.

"Take it from me, baby," Jalen murmured, his voice gruff with need. His eyes held hers, the intensity in them making her core tighten even more. "Take what you need from me." She leaned forward, her hands planted firmly on the area of the couch behind him. Her movements grew more erratic, her hips rising and falling with a newfound urgency.

Jalen's hands roamed over her back, his fingers digging into her flesh as he urged her on. Silver flashed in his eyes before he finally leaned forward, pulling the chain between his teeth, forcefully pulling her closer to him, her chest pressing firmly against his. He groaned around the silver in his mouth, a wide hand coming down to smack against her ass, smirking at the sound of her whine.

Finally, he let the chain go, pulling her down to attach his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to the bite of pain and the heat of his desire. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around him, her movements growing erratic. He met her thrust for thrust, his hips rising to meet hers, the friction between them setting them both on fire.

Their skin was slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples peaked and begging for his touch. Jalen's eyes dropped to them, his mouth watering as he reached up to pinch and roll them gently, eliciting a keening sound from her throat.

"Mmm," he hummed against her skin, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body. She felt her orgasm coil tighter, her body poised on the edge of release. Jalen's thumbs grazed her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting down to her core. Her hips moved faster, her breath catching in her throat as she rode the wave. "Good job, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with approval.

The sensation grew too much to handle, and she threw her head back, crying out as she came from the sound of his praise. Her walls clamped down around him, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Jalen's own orgasm crashed into him like a tidal wave, his body jerking as he filled her. They remained still for a moment, their breathing ragged, bodies entwined.

Then, with a chuckle, Jalen leaned back, his arms falling to rest over the back of the couch. His length gently pulsed inside her as they both basked in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing gradually slowing as she listened to the steady thump of his heart. His skin was hot to the touch, and she could feel the stickiness of their combined juices between her thighs.

He kissed the top of her head, his hand coming up to massage soft circles into her lower back. "Thank you, baby girl," he murmured, his voice still rough from speaking all day.

"Mm, congrats champ," she replied, her voice muffled against his chest.

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agreeeeeeeeeee · 23 days ago

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Hit Me Where It Hurts The Most p.2 | S.B.

feat. Sirius Black x Rowle!reader

SUMMARY: You and Sirius run into each other at Tomes and Scrolls during a Hogsmeade trip and temptation boils over once again. Things are progressing between you and Rabastan, leaving you even more lost than before.

CW: MDNI 18+, angst angst angst, making out and heavy petting, cursing, abusive sibling, love triangle (Rabastan Lestrange x reader), Sirius is an angel, Padfoot shows his teeth, manipulative men

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Evan pulled a dusty, ancient-looking tome from the shelf, its title gleaming faintly in gold: Ancient Brews and Arcane Secrets.

“Blimey,” he said, brushing off the dust. “Bet there’s a recipe for immortality in here.”

Regulus didn’t look up. “Immortality? You can’t even make a sleeping draught.”

“Imagine us living forever,” Barty said, grinning. “We’d be legends.”

“More like eternal nuisances,” Regulus muttered, finally turning to examine the book.

You rolled your eyes and slipped away from the three of them, fishing your shopping list out of your pocket. You needed a few books for your classes, and had managed to convince Thor to let you go into Hogsmeade this week, so long as you were accompanied by a gentleman from a respectable family.

So Evan Rosier and Regulus Black it was, and by extension, Barty Crouch Jr.. Thorfinn didn't need to know that Evan and Barty were the farthest thing from respectable. All that mattered was the quality of the blood in their veins.

You liked Regulus, you really did, but you could barely stand to look at him. Every time you did, his brother floated into your minds eye, and you'd been ruminating on Sirius Black enough as it was.

He'd infected you like the plague, finding every empty space in your mind and filling it with his sonorous voice, his skilled fingers, his scalding kiss. It was all you could do to not show up at his dorm and pounce on him.

And you hated him for it. Hated that he ruined whatever tenuous balance the two of you held. Hated that he was better than you could have imagined. Hated that you craved him like a drug. Hated that this was happening right when Rabastan finally took an interest in you.

You liked Rabastan, and found yourself drawn more and more into his orbit. He was well-mannered and alluring, not to mention absurdly handsome. He was husband material. He made you feel safe, cared for, desirable…he was all you could ever dream of.

Conversely, you hated Sirius Black, and you vowed to never touch him again. That night was a locked box, a vault, and those memories of him could rot and die there. And yet, he was the one finding his way into your fantasies every night.

It was maddening, infuriating, and you tried with all your might to pretend it wasn't happening at all. Sirius didn't exist. That night never occurred.

There was only Rabastan, and your potential future together.

You wandered through the aisles, dragging your fingers over the countless spines as you half-heartedly searched, unable to focus.

“Is that Regulus Black?” A familiar voice boomed through the shop, and you looked up to see James Potter sauntering up to poor, besotted Regulus, his eyes wide like a startled deer.

You took a few steps backwards, glancing towards the entrance. Where there was James…

“Making another quick exit, darling? Seems to be becoming a habit of yours,” Sirius purred in your ear.

You whirled around, your list fluttering from your hands to the floor. “And why are my habits of such interest to you?” You bit, butterflies exploding in your stomach.

Sirius bent down and retrieved it, scanning over the bit of parchment. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun, his leather jacket and ripped jeans sinfully casual. Snow still lingered on his dark hair, his broad shoulders, and you resisted the urge to brush it away.

“Everything about you is of interest to me,” he replied, and your heart lost it’s rhythm.

“I—what?”

Sirius smirked. “What’s the saying? ‘Know thine enemy'?” He quoted, and you scowled.

You snatched your list back, tucking it into your pocket. “I'm not interested in your antics, Sirius. If you'll excuse me.” You shouldered past him, trying to keep you breathing even, steps measured, as you left the shop and emerged back into the winter air.

You moved into the shadowed alley between the shops, leaning against the wall to collect yourself. It was embarrassing how quickly he managed to derail you, and you hated yourself for it. Hated him for it.

Who the hell did he think he was, approaching you so brazenly? If Thorfinn knew…

“A long list of books, and yet you leave empty handed.”

You scoffed, snapping your head to the entrance of the alley where Sirius was leaning on one shoulder against the wall. “They didn't have what I was looking for,” you answered, not really sure why you bothered talking to him, or why you seemed unable to move as he approached you.

“Scrolls has every book under the sun,” Sirius countered, stopping a few feet from you. “So what is it exactly you're looking for?”

“What are you doing?” You hissed, throwing him a bladed glare. “What do you want from me?”

“The same thing you want from me—”

“I don't want anything from you,” you said, cutting him off.

Sirius tsked, shaking his head at you. “Still a liar, I see.”

You grit your teeth and pushed off the wall. “Fuck off, Sirius. I want nothing to do with you, or your games.”

“Oh, but wouldn't you like to win?” He purred, throwing out an arm to block your path. “Wouldn't you like to best me once and for all?”

“It's odd that you're so eager to lose,” you mused, stopping just before touching his chest.

“That's what I am, baby. A loser.” He turned his body, pressing you back against the wall, his ringed hand braced by your head the same way it was that damning night. “And if losing means I get to taste you again, I'll wear that title like a badge of fucking honor.”

His words went straight to your core, liquid heat pulsing through your lower belly in time with your racing heart.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Surely he hadn't just admitted that he wanted you…out loud.

“Sirius—”

“Tell me to go again and I will,” he muttered, his fogged breath warm against your chilled face. “Tell me you hate me, call me whatever you want, but just don't lie to me. I've had enough lies for a lifetime.”

“Why couldn't you just leave things the way they were?” you said bitterly, thumping a hand weakly against his chest, feeling his heart pounding as quickly as yours.

He smiled, a sad, rueful thing. “Felt like I was running out of time.”

A frustrated tear rolled down your cheek as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at his face any longer. A lie dangled at the tip of your tongue, poised and ready to cut him down and rid yourself of his poison for good. But you just couldn't say it.

You felt his lips brush your cheek, catching the tear as it fell and your lungs hitched a strangled breath, fingers tightening on his shirt.

You shouldn't be feeling so much, like the emotions were pushing at the inside of your skin, ripping apart your organs to make room. For so long, you'd been hiding from your real feelings towards Sirius, and he'd crashed like a bulldozer through your fortress of denial.

There was still hatred, and plenty of it. Judgement and confusion and jealousy, but there was more lurking beneath the surface, waiting for an opportunity to breech your icy exterior. And now that it had, you couldn't seem to get your hands around it, to push it back down into the dark corners of your heart where it came from.

There was only one thing you could think of to ease the agony of it, the onslaught of feeling. So you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him with every ounce of raw energy you possessed, pouring into him like a waterfall.

He moaned against your mouth, crushing you between the wall and himself as he let you dominate the kiss, your tongue wrestling with his. You felt the tension unwind from his shoulders, his body giving completely to yours, and it set your blood on fire. There was something so honest about it, so vulnerable, and it made you want to swallow him whole, bundle him up behind your ribs where no one could ever take him from you.

He shifted one of his knees between your legs, the heat of your core pressed against his jeans, and you gasped at the friction. His free hand fell to your hip, gripping hard as he guided you to move back and forth.

“Doesn’t it feel so much better to let go?” He cooed in your ear, the cold tip of his nose brushing along the shell of it. “To let yourself have what you really want?”

“Sirius,” you whined, rocking your hips over his thigh, desperate for some relief from the chaos in your soul.

“Shh, love. It’s alright.” He kissed down your neck, finding the fading mark he'd left and latching onto it, bringing it back to life as you writhed in his arms. “I know it's a lot, but I'm with you. I've got you.”

Something in your chest settled, soothed by his gentle words, and you felt a sharp twist of guilt because of it. Sirius was supposed to make you angry, not comfort you. Not make you feel like he was the only thing holding your shattered pieces together.

Like he cared about you.

“She was here a minute ago! I'm sure she just stepped outside to—”

“You had one fucking job, Rosier—”

Thorfinn.

Your heart dropped through the frozen ground, fear making your stomach flip. Even worse, in the same instant, Sirius vanished, leaving you alone and vulnerable.

“What’s your problem, mate? She's an adult,” James argued, and your throat closed with panic.

Something nudged at your hand and you looked down, nearly crying out in surprise when you realized an enormous, black dog was sitting at your feet. It nosed your palm again, loosing a soft whine.

Stunned silent, you scratched at the dogs ears and it leaned into your hand, tail thumping on the snow covered ground. It whined again, licking at your wrist, and suddenly it clicked.

The dog was Sirius.

“Y/n!” Thorfinn bellowed, and you hurried out of the alley, canine-Sirius on your heels.

“I'm right here! What's going on?” You asked, feigning confusion. “Thor, I thought you were staying at Hogwarts?”

You saw James’ eyes flick down to the dog, widening slightly before regaining composure.

“It shouldn't take you three hours to shop for books,” your brother snarled, and you flinched. “We're leaving.”

A dark snarl ripped from Sirius when Thorfinn grabbed your wrist, and your brother recoiled.

“What are you doing with a mutt?” Thorfinn spit, but you saw the fear bleed into his eyes. He hated dogs, ever since your childhood spaniel had nipped at him from playing too rough.

Sirius growled again, fangs bared and hackles raised.

“That's why I came outside, just wanted to see if he had a home or—”

“Stupid girl, it probably has mange. Do you want to get bitten?” Thorfinn shook you and the other boys all barked in protest, but Thorfinn ignored them. Onlookers were starting to gather.

Sirius’ jaws snapped together like a gunshot, a warning, but you stepped between them, knowing Sirius wouldn’t risk you getting caught in the middle of a fight.

“Yes, you're right. It was silly. Let's go back to Hogwarts, it's freezing out here,” you said, starting to steer Thorfinn away before he caused a bigger scene.

“Wait, y/n,” Evan started, but you sent him a pointed glare, and he snapped his jaw shut.

You turned back around, unable to bear the pained looks on each of their faces, or the way canine-Sirius trembled with anger, hot breath puffing from his snout. James and Regulus were holding him by the scruff of his neck, clearly struggling to keep him from running after you.

You looked straight ahead, a tear rolling down your cheek, and let Thorfinn lead you away.

When you arrived back in the common room, half-frozen from the long walk and emotionally exhausted from Thorfinn’s never-ending lecture, you spotted Rabastan writing at the one of the tables.

A confusing jumble of guilt and longing knotted up your stomach. How could you be glad to see him after all that with Sirius? What was wrong with you?

Rabastan looked up, feeling your gaze, and offered an endearing half-smile, until he noticed your shivering, then Thorfinn’s hold on you, and his expression fell into a frigid calm.

He rose and met you halfway across the room, and Thorfinn stiffened at your side. “I didn't expect you back so soon. Where’s Rosier?” Rabastan asked.

“Hogsmeade,” Thor answered, attempting to shoulder past Rab with you in tow.

Rab blocked his way, raising a dark brow. “Did you fetch her from Hogsmeade?”

“It's none of your fucking business, Lestrange,” Thor bit, and a chill raced down your spine. Thor must have lost his damn mind to speak to Rabastan Lestrange like that.

Rab cocked his head, contemplative as a raven, then looked down at you, the ice in his eyes melting a fraction. “Did you get everything you needed, darling?” He asked, his voice noticeably warmer.

Your eyes widened, and Thor’s grip on your hand tightened. You should lie, say ‘yes, of course! I was starting to get cold anyways!’, but with that look in Rab's eye, his all consuming authority, you just couldn't. And, a bitter part of you wanted to see Thor get knocked down a peg.

“Well, I—”

“Yes or no, love,” Rab cut you off.

You felt your skin heat, your blood start to race at his specific brand of dominance. God, you really were fucked up. Getting turned on by two different guys in the span of an hour? You shook yourself. This is what you were supposed to feel towards Rab. Sirius was the anomaly, not the other way around.

“Yes, she did,” Thor answered for you

Rabastan’s expression froze over once more, his gaze cutting like a scythe. “Leave us,” Rab ordered.

Thor’s hand tightened, one of your knuckles popping with a sharp burst of pain, and you suppressed a gasp. “Absolutely not,” Thor snarled, stepping closer to Rab, chest puffed. Thorfinn was a huge man, there was no question, but Rab was hardly a shrinking violet at 6’2, packed with muscle from training with his brother.

“It wasn't a request, Rowle,” Rab replied, the clip of his voice sharp. “Come, y/n. We're going back to Hogsmeade.”

A trill of nervous excitement pulsed through you, but it was quickly dashed when Thor opened his mouth again.

“Until there is a ring on her fucking finger, you have no authority over her.” Thor's grip continued to grow tighter, and a hiss escaped through your teeth, tears springing to your eyes.

Of course, Rabastan saw. He reached around to his back and slipped his wand from where it was tucked along his spine, but Thor was too focused on looking big to notice.

“You misunderstand, Rowle,” Rab said, his voice dripping with venom. “My authority doesn't come from a ring, or brawn, or even my name.” Rab stepped closer, coiled like a snake, and his wand came up, the tip digging into the underside of Thor’s chin. “I fucking earned it,” he growled.

Thor froze, his hand immediately releasing yours. Thor was no slouch with a wand, and Dueling was one of the only subjects he actually excelled in, but there was no competing with Lestrange magic. Rabastan could hit him with the imperius curse before Thor even reached for his wand.

On instinct, you took a few steps away from Thor, moving behind Rabastan, and you saw outrage bleed into your brother's blue eyes. You would almost feel bad about the humiliation he was experiencing if you weren't fairly certain he'd broken your finger.

Slowly, Thor put his hands up, lowering his eyes like a welped dog, and Rabastan lowered his wand.

“Remember this,” Rab muttered, tucking the wand back into his belt, the dark wood fitting perfectly along the muscular dip of his spine.

Thor backed away, fleeing from the common room while the eavesdropping Slytherin’s giggled.

Rab turned to you, looking apologetic. “Would you like to return to Hogsmeade? Or rest?” His eyes snagged on the hand you were cradling against your chest and he frowned. Cautiously, he guided your injured hand into his own, inspecting the blooming bruise and swelling around your knuckles with a slight furrow in his brow. “To the infirmary, then.”

You nodded, giving him a grateful smile.

“Carrow,” he called, still inspecting your hand with profound gentleness.

Amacus and Alecto Carrow appeared on either side of you, materializing like wraiths.

“Yes?” Amacus drawled, hawkish eyes flicking down to your hand, then back up to Rabastan.

“I want Thorfinn in the Room for Requirement. I'll meet you there in an hour or so,” Rab ordered, shifting once again into that glacial, brutal calm, and you saw then what the Dark Lord saw in him and his brother. Men with a command that could raze the world. An intoxicating kind of power.

Fear and excitement twined in your chest, and your feet couldn't decide whether to step closer, or run the fuck away. You didn't even think to protest the capture and imminent beating of your twin.

He deserved it and then some.

The Carrows nodded and moved towards the door.

“And Amacus,” Rab called, and the boy turned. “Mind his wand.”

Amacus nodded, and the twins slipped out of the dungeon.

Rab turned his attention back to you. “Are you alright, darling? Besides your hand?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling bashful. “I can't believe he spoke to you like that,” you murmured. “He's lost his mind.”

Rab smirked. “I'll set him straight, don't you worry.” He threaded your arm through his and laid your injured hand over his bicep. “Let's get you to Madame Pomfry, hm?”

Together, you walked down to the infirmary, speaking softly to one another about nothing in particular. With Rab, it was easy. You could just let go, and he would buoy you along. No confusing feelings, no responsibilities.

The path laid in stone was so much easier to traverse than the one that veered off into the unknown, thick with brambles and thorns and tripping roots.

“Master Lestrange!” Madame Pomfry called when you walked in. “Oh dear, Ms. Rowle. Come sit, come sit.” She ushered you both towards a curtained bed, seeming to understand intrinsically that you were not to be separated from him.

“I don't believe they're broken,” Rab supplied. “But seem to be causing quite a bit of discomfort.”

“I'm sure it is. What happened, poppet?” Pomfry asked, assessing your injured hand under the lamp.

“I slipped on ice in Hogsmeade this afternoon,” you answered, voice cracking from pain when she prodded the bruising. Rab pet your head to soothe you, and unconsciously, you leaned into him.

“Poor girl. You were right to bring her here,” she said to Rab, who gave her a charming half-smile. “But I have just the thing to get you sorted in a jiffy.” She hurried away, flushing under Rab’s keen eye.

“I'm alright if you need to go, ah, tend to things,” you said, cringing at your awkwardness.

He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, sending sparks rushing through your body. “I'm tending to you first,” he replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Madame Pomfry returned with a handful of potions and salves. “Here, drink this. It'll taste wretched, but alleviate the pain.” She handed you a vial and you glanced up at Rab.

He dipped his chin in encouragement, and you tipped the vial into your mouth. You gagged almost immediately, but managed to keep it down. Already, the pain was beginning to fade.

Madame Pomfry spread some other salves on your fingers, then wrapped them tightly in white gauze. “You'll have to stay for a tick, just to make sure you have no adverse reactions. A half hour should do,” she said, patting your knee before closing the curtain and flitting off to another students bed.

Rab glanced at the closed curtain, then back at you. “Would you like to be alone?” He asked, his eyes searching your face.

You found yourself shaking your head, a pang of fear making you reach out for him with your good hand. “Can you stay until I get back to my dorm?” You asked, the request slipping out before you even formulated the thought.

He took your hand, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I'll escort you there myself,” he said, smoothing a thumb over your knuckles, the silver signet ring there heavy and warm from his skin. “I hate to see you so frightened,” he murmured, meeting your eyes.

You almost told him that your weren't afraid, that everything was fine, but again, you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him. “I feel less afraid with you,” you said. Guilt made your tongue burn as you said the words, but they were true.

Sirius was a risk, a tight rope walk through the stars, where Rab was solid ground, sturdy and sure. You felt torn between them, floating in purgatory.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He reached up, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers before sliding them into your hair. “Because I find myself struggling to stay away from you.”

You sucked in a breath, heart pounding as he drew you closer.

“You're trembling,” he breathed, close enough that you could smell the peppermint on his breath. “Are you frightened now, little doe?”

You nodded. You were frightened by the way your body seemed to gravitate towards him, caught in his orbit like a wayward comet. Frightened that you felt the same draw toward someone else, and what that meant about you. About them.

Frightened, so frightened, but also excited.

“Breathe, darling,” he cooed, his hand moving down to lightly press against your pulse, fingers resting on the mark Sirius left behind, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. He tipped your chin up with his thumb, leaving the smallest gap between your lips, breaths mingling between you.

“Rab,” you whispered, a plea. For what, you weren't sure.

He closed the final centimeter, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lush kiss. It felt luxurious somehow, breathtakingly tender, and you found yourself leaning into him, wanting more. His tongue dragged against your lower lip and you parted for him without thought, letting him delve deeper, savor you like fine wine.

With Sirius, every touch, every kiss was an inferno, a clashing of wills, but with Rab, it was a warming glow, a safe embrace.

His tongue toyed with yours, gentle, almost teasing until you were practically purring, coaxed into docility. But too soon, he broke the kiss so you could breathe, somehow sensing the tightness in your lungs. He brushed kisses along your cheek, your temple, before taking a deep, satisfied breath.

“Better than I dared hope for,” he murmured, bumping his nose against yours. “Perfection.”

The haze of bliss around you splintered, cold reality slipping through the cracks.

If only he knew how far from perfect you were.

“Come, let me escort you to your dorm, if you're feeling alright?” He straightened, taking a quick inventory of your face and injured hand.

“Yes, please,” was all you could manage, your chest suddenly tight with discomfort, your stomach clenching with guilt.

He helped you to your feet and you walked in silence back to your room, the air between you laden with unspoken things, though Rab seemed decidedly more content. The image of a cat with a mouse flitted through your mind, and you almost recoiled from him.

Sirius didn't look at you like that. Like a trophy to claim, a town to pillage. If anything, he seemed to be wrecked by you.

The thought made your stomach turn, and you were relieved to finally reach the dungeons. He bid you farewell at the foot of the stairs to the girls dorm, kissing you on the cheek before taking his leave.

You trudged up the stairs, completely exhausted and twice as confused as when you woke up that morning. You stopped dead when you saw a brown paper package tied up with string resting on the end of your bed. None of your roommates were in, probably at the Great Hall having dinner.

Cautiously, you tiptoed closer, finding a small card attached to the string. You flipped it open to see a note scribbled in a messy, loping hand.

You win.

It was signed with a massive, black ink paw print.

Heart in your throat, you unwrapped the package. Inside was your shopping list, every item crossed off, and a stack of books beneath it.

Sirius had finished your shopping for you.

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as you pressed the note to your chest, overwhelmed with a feeling you could only describe as grief.

You shoved the books under your bed and curled up on top of the quilt, tracing the shape of the paw print with your finger tip, memorizing each crack and detail until your eyelids grew heavy and you drifted into a fitful sleep.

Thank you for reading!

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valentine-cafe · 2 months ago

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stuck thinking about amab reader edging 209 rishen 😞💔💔💔

his needy lil cries 💔💔💔

˖⁺. ﹙ bttm mad scientist hybrid x top male reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . say please !! 🍒 : mad scientist ˖ moth-spider-mantis hybrid ˖ science ceo ˖ villain character﹙ verse 209 rishen. ﹚

your typically smooth, confident boyfriend turns into a whiney slut once he's under you

“l-leett me cuumm -”

you should be proud of yourself for getting him to this state. spread out on his deep brown desk. papers scattered across the floor and illuminated by the faint crimson lights that circle around the edges of his office. they accentuate his face twisted in need al the more.

brows creased at the centre, that tremble on his lips — oh you simply have to pepper your kisses all over his face. while your hips ease another slow, hard thrust into the bundle that sends him straight to zenith. yet wailing in the abhorration.

a proud man, is what your beloved is. a scientist with a cocky head and sly tongue. quite the achievement to have that same skillful muscle now poked from between his lips smeared in his own scarlet lipstick.

“wanna cum darling? cry some more.” your chuckle eases into a hushed groan at the thrum of his tight walls around your cock. for all you know, he is trying to milk you dry.

with his sounds and the way his ass flutters, clenches and pulses around you? well, you wouldn’t think it too far fetched.

“p-please - please, por favor - I-I’m sorry, I’ll try harder - ah-!”

it is not much, really. all it took was a steady rock of your hips. a rhythm that they fall back into that has his eyes fluttering like that of a butterfly’s rapid wings. he certainly does seem to be flying straight into the clouds with the way his head tosses back into the desk and his hips cradle up into yours.

while his moans are a delight to your ears, your palm itches. sated only when it hooks around his throat and your thumb presses into his pulse. feels the sweet thrum of his racing heart and attempt to time your thrusts with it. chase the pace until he tightens. tenses. cries.

“y-yes - yes yes - yes please fuck pl—nhooo nononono-”

the air he sucks in burns his lungs. much like the tears that pour from his pitiful maroon eyes when you slam all the way in and halt once more. the only thing better than stealing his release from him - is beholding his reaction when your own fills him to the brim.

again.

“darllinngg,” you slur. the lazy grin on your lips makes his breathes heavier. surely if he was in the right state of mind, he would have snapped at you ten times and over. all that wells in its place are his hushed breaths linked with sniffles and cries. a delight for your arousal. “oh. . . aww baby, is it too much? yeah?”

your palm spreads to deliver a pointed spank to his ass. a clap through the office that is certainly heard from the assistants busy at work just outside his door. not that you care. his cries alone are signal enough that the charming, cunning ceo of valence is splayed out on his own desk and whining for his lover. whining for you.

“I. . . I-I fuck. . . hhinng h-hate you.”

“shame.”

you only click your tongue and bring a thumb to his tip. make him hate you more with the slow swirls and languid rub against his slit that sends shivers down his spine. has his head tilting back with lips parted, fangs on display and noises oh. so needy.

since he enjoys complaining so much, you’ll withdraw your cock from his walls. give him another spank when he tries to plead for you to fill him up. and while you would love to simply flip him onto his tummy and bend him over the desk — you are simply too caught up in the sinful leak of your own cum that drips out of him.

like a mockery to his quivering dick that weeps for release.

perfect for your plan. two skillful fingers collect the slick and trace back to his fluttery hole. since he has so many complaints, perhaps your fingers will be of better use to him?

hardly, the poor thing will find himself whining and crying over his desk regardless. yet all you’ll do is squeeze around his throat and piston your hand until he’s on the brink - then swap out once more.

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charlesslut16 · 1 month ago

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-confession to you-

summary : you and lando confess your feeling for eachother

PAIRINGS : lando norris x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : I hope that you have a great next year!

masterlist ; DECEMBER MASTERLIST 24’

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The golden glow of the setting sun painted the Mediterranean sky, casting a soft light over Monaco’s harbor. The luxurious yachts bobbed gently in the water, their masts swaying with the rhythm of the waves.

The whole city seemed to be buzzing with energy, the streets alive with anticipation for the upcoming New Year’s Eve celebrations. It was the perfect setting, but as you stood in the middle of the bustling streets, something felt off.

You’d arrived in Monaco alone, hoping for a change of scenery and to enjoy a peaceful start to the new year. What you didn’t expect, however, was to run into him—Lando Norris.

Lando. The one person you never really got over.

You hadn’t seen each other in years. In fact, the last time you were close, you’d been in university, casually hanging out and occasionally sharing flirty glances and secret smiles. But neither of you ever had the guts to act on those feelings back then. The timing had never been right.

Now, here you were, standing in the heart of Monaco, watching him stride toward you with that familiar smirk on his face, his dark hair slightly tousled in that effortlessly perfect way.

“Y/n?” Lando said, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he reached you. “Of all the places, you’re here?”

You blinked in surprise. "Lando? I can’t believe it’s you. What are the chances?”

“I think we’re both pretty lucky tonight,” he said with a grin, his brown eyes sparkling with recognition. “Monaco for New Year’s. Seems like fate, right?”

For a moment, everything felt like it had fallen into place. The city, the timing—it was like the universe had decided this was the perfect moment for you two to reconnect.

“I guess so,” you replied, your voice betraying the butterflies that had started to flutter in your stomach. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. It’s been... what? Three years?”

Lando nodded. “At least. Longer, maybe.” He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words. “I’m glad we bumped into each other. I’ve thought about you, you know.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his honesty. “I thought about you too,” you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

His eyes widened a little, his lips curling into a soft smile. “Really?”

You nodded. “Yeah. A lot has changed, but I’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if we’d acted on all that... tension between us back then.”

Lando stepped a little closer, his presence suddenly more intense. "Tension," he murmured. "Is that what we called it?"

You could feel the air between you both shift, thickening with something more than just casual conversation. The chemistry was still there, undeniable. It had never really gone away.

"Maybe it was more than that," you said softly, your eyes meeting his.

Lando was silent for a beat, and then he laughed, shaking his head as if in disbelief. "I can’t believe we were both so blind back then."

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on your lips. "You’re telling me you didn’t notice how I used to look at you?”

“Of course, I noticed,” Lando said, his voice low, the teasing lilt gone. “But I thought you were just being friendly. I didn’t realize you felt the same way.”

“I thought the same about you,” you confessed. “I didn’t want to make things awkward, so I just... let it go.”

Lando let out a soft sigh, taking a step toward you. “Well, it seems like we both missed our chance, huh?”

“Maybe it’s not too late,” you said quietly, your heart racing as the words left your lips.

He smiled, that same mischievous grin you remembered so well. “You’re right,” he said, his voice filled with a gentle but firm resolve. “It’s definitely not too late.”

The evening went on, with the two of you wandering around Monaco, catching up on old memories and discovering new things about each other. There was an easy flow to your conversation, the kind that felt natural even after so many years. You had spent years apart, but it felt like no time had passed at all.

As the evening turned into night, the city came alive with lights. The streets were crowded, the air filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as people celebrated the impending new year. The countdown was just moments away.

Standing on a rooftop bar overlooking the glittering city, the excitement was palpable. You and Lando leaned over the railing, watching the horizon. The distant sounds of people shouting “Happy New Year!” mixed with the ticking seconds leading up to midnight.

Lando turned to you, his hand brushing against yours, a soft touch that made your heart skip. He looked at you, his expression softer now, more vulnerable than you remembered.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” he said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’ve been thinking about this moment all night, and I can’t help but feel... lucky.”

Your breath caught in your throat. "Lucky?"

"Yeah," he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours. "Lucky that we found each other again, at the right time, when we’re both ready for this.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words spread through you. “I think this is the right time, too.”

The countdown began. “Ten... nine... eight...”

Lando took a step closer, his hand finding yours. The whole world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there, in the soft glow of the city and the anticipation of the new year.

“Three… two… one…”

And as the fireworks exploded overhead, lighting up the night sky in a brilliant shower of colors, Lando leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was everything you had both wanted for so long. It was slow at first, tender, as if savoring the moment. But the longer it lasted, the more it deepened, filled with all the things you had never said, all the years of missed chances, and now, finally, the freedom to let it all out.

The fireworks continued to burst above you, but the only thing that mattered was the way Lando’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as the world celebrated the start of a new year. You both were finally in sync, and nothing had ever felt more perfect.

As the last of the fireworks faded into the night sky, you broke the kiss, smiling at him. “Happy New Year, Lando.”

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Happy New Year, Y/n. And this time, I’m not letting you go.”

It was the start of something new—a second chance, rekindled under the brightest of fireworks. And this time, neither of you were going to let it slip away.

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