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genandguice · 6 months ago

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𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. ryan gosling

warnings: i do not condone these thoughts or actions….

infidelity. smut. and with plot 👎🏼 also reader smoking cigs. female reader. oral m receiving, piv, little bit of breeding

𝐰𝐜: 4.7𝐤

Ryan’s touch on your abdomen is so slight that it tickles, and you find yourself smiling against his lips as they move sensually against yours. Every faint movement from him sends a tingle across your stomach. For a moment, you’re distracted from the heat and the pulsing between your thighs, you let yourself moan into his mouth just to keep from giggling, until his hand starts to travel further north. His fingertips are destined to grip the curve of your breast, and you tremble in the anticipation, your moans become unsuppressable. The muscles in his back stretch and flex under your hands and your legs tighten around him as the notion of his strength settles in your mind; how deeply, how harshly he could ram his hips into you, how tight he could hold you down, or how easily he could hold you up, how these very muscles would feel under your hands, using all his brawn to lift you up and down on his cock.

“Cut!”

“That’s lunch everybody! 2 hours today!”

The sound on set resumes around you as your costar lifts away from his position above your half-naked body, taking his body heat and his natural, masculine smell with him. A pang of disappointment replaces his warmth as he leaves you, perfectly chipper and unaffected by the sudden halt as he pulls his t-shirt back on, bringing you back to reality. You aren’t a controversially-aged couple dramatically kindling a resisted desire, but an unknown actress and her married A-list costar.

You’d always heard he was great to work with, a gentleman and a sweetheart, that he had great chemistry with everyone on set, but that wasn’t the case with you- he hardly spoke to you.

You give a multi-million dollar performance moaning and writhing underneath him, and he doesn’t seem to notice you at all.

You think he must be desensitized, all the roles he’s played with so many women, a scene is just a scene. But more likely, he just loves his wife.

Either way, it seems you’ll never have the chance to abolish your yearning for the real thing.

Your silk robe is handed over by a nearby assistant and you wrap it around yourself, deep in racing thought, hoping no one had noticed the ever present wet spot in your sole article of clothing. You’ve been shockingly invisible to most of the crew, despite being the leading lady, and most currently one of only two nude bodies in the room, but it finally pays off as you’re able to scurry to your trailer unbothered. With your cunt literally weeping, screaming for attention, you’re thankful for an extra long lunch. Maybe if you take care of yourself the next take won’t be so stimulating. It’ll be nice to spend some hours locked away.

Trailer locked, blinds shut, robe open, panties down, and you’re in wonderland. It’s almost embarrassing to be so worked up like this over someone you’re working closely with, but as your middle finger seamlessly and mercilessly glides over your slippery bundle of nerves, you couldn’t give a shit. The mental images of Ryan pounding into you, the guttural sounds he’d make as he hits that spot deep inside you, earnestly driving you toward a life-changing orgasm, it was all you could think. Your back arches up off the dark leather couch, your moans heighten in pitch, volume, and frequency even as you try to hold them back, and you’re finally at the edge.

And then someone is knocking at your door.

It takes everything in you not to scream. It’s as if everyone you work with is cock-blocking you at every step. You throw a quick, silent tantrum, kicking your feet and punching your fists in the air, furiously grieving the second suspension of your pleasure, before you tie your robe to hide your body and stickiness once again. You kick your panties to the side before you crack the door.

“Hungry?”

Of course it’s him.

“Kinda thought I felt your tummy rumbling so I brought you something.” Ryan gestures to the bag of takeout he shakes in his other hand. You want to be frustrated, the ache between your thighs is painful, but he just has a way about him that cheers you up. You crack, and you snicker, and it pulls a smile from him.

“My tummy?”

He shrugs and looks at you as if you’re the one who’s ridiculous while he opens up the bag. “Your tummy.”

His terminology makes you feel like a little girl, and it’s conflicting. On the one hand, it makes you feel precious, and desired, as if he’d eagerly sweep you up in his strong arms, pet, caress and cradle you like a kitten, call you a “cute little thing”, but on the other hand, it’s just more evidence that he’ll never take you seriously. You are just a little girl to him; too young and silly to garner any real attention.

“It is reportedly- reported by you, your favorite.” You inspect the bag with one arm slithering through the door, while Ryan waits patiently and confidently for you to approve.

“It is my favorite, where did you hear that?”

Again, he shrugs, but this time with a humbly accomplished smirk that blesses his features all too well. “I have my sources. But you can only have this food on one condition.”

You huff a laugh. “What condition?” What could he want from you?

He gives you that “you’re ridiculous” look again. “You let me eat with you.”

Immediately your mind has returned to its racing, but one thought stands out among the others. “Ryan, I’m still in my robe.” You laugh nervously, feel your cheeks getting hot as your thoughts turn dirty, the confession turning your attention back to your bare crotch lingering underneath the garment. But he’s oblivious to that, and consequently unfazed.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. And I do not believe in the sexual objectification of female nudity.” He points a finger at you as he corrects himself, “Or near nudity.”

He’s dangerously convincing; finally giving you that characteristic Gosling charm and the attention you’ve wanted for, and although it’s almost alarmingly sudden, it’s irresistible.

“Alright.” You open up the door and let him in, cheeks still burning. You feel more naked and displayed like this than you do when you aren’t wearing it, the fabric highlighting and accentuating every curve of your body. But Ryan walks right past you as if it’s nothing.

He takes a seat on your dark leather couch, freshly dry of your sweat, but not before covertly noticing the discarded panties behind the door.

The twitch is his pants makes him second guess himself, maybe he shouldn’t have done this- but nobody will know about a slight involuntary reaction to finding out the young girl in front of him was truly naked beneath a single, thin layer. He has plenty of control over himself. You’re his costar, he can’t avoid interacting with you just to subside meaningless temptation forever.

But his doubts linger back as his eyes lift and land on you. The way they’ve done your hair up for the movie, how the color of the silk compliments your skin tone, how the fabric hugs your thighs with each movement. His minds eye shows his hands sliding up the inside of them, bound for the sole part of your body still unknown to him. Though you settle into the opposite end of the couch, as far as you could be, he finds the proximity intoxicating, and his thoughts difficult to purify.

“Why’d you wanna eat lunch with me anyway?” Your legs are carefully tucked under your knees to shield your undress, arm resting on the back of the couch, resting your head on your hand, cigarette delicately balanced between your fingers on the other. The food has long gone, and you still have nearly an hour left for lunch, but for whatever reason, he’s stayed; sitting, legs spread wide, listening, laughing, blabbering back, occasionally slapping his hand on the couch, so close to touching you, to emphasize his sentences.

And with every passing minute, you feel the pull between you growing stronger, more tangible. The air around you is static, you can barely look him in the eyes, and he can’t allow his gaze to linger anywhere but yours.

“We hardly know each other. It’s a little un-gentlemanly of me to touch you the way I do and not know anything about you.” He laughs, and you swear you see a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. “But I also thought you could use a friend, you know. You must get lonely in here all by yourself.”

“What makes you say that?” You look at him curiously as you drag from your cigarette.

He’s taken aback by the question, as if he doesn’t have an answer, he just assumed you must be lonely, and his demeanor shifts as he spends a short moment reflecting. His body tenses, almost imperceivably, he guards himself up, and then it’s over as fast as you could notice it.

“Well,” he laughs, “Maybe I’m projecting.”

“…Are you lonely?”

“Everybody gets lonely sometimes.”

It hurts to hear that he hurts, but it downright sickens you that it gives you a flush of hope. Why would he come here now, confide that in you, if not to act on it? It was a reach, but one to give you just enough reason to abandon all shame and morality standing in your way.

“Your family doesn’t travel with you?” You cautiously elongate your legs out toward him as you put out your cigarette, careful not to flash him. When he delays to answer you, eyes lingering on the hemline lying in just the right position to keep you covered, you know you’ve trapped him.

“Ryan?”

He shakes his head, eyes unmoved, and softly speaks. “No.”

He’s faired no better, made no progress clearing his thoughts since he stepped foot in your trailer. He can’t explain the effect you’ve had on him, not anymore, not with the way he’s half-hard in his pants and remains seated, gazing at the apex of your thighs, hoping the robe would rise just a few inches higher. But no, it’s only his cock that continues to rise, and at this point, he’s a willing participant.

“That must be hard.”

As you make your risky, but valid remark, his eyes finally meet yours, and the state of them confirms your suspicions; dark and hooded, he’s voluntarily trapped, with no ambitions to escape.

“It is.” His gaze lingers on you, almost daring you to continue, and the atmosphere thickens. Where your attraction was once unrequited, it was now matched, filling the air with a steaming fog of sexual tension.

“Your wife doesn’t get nervous about you being so far away, and lonely? Getting close with other women?” You edge closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you.

“It’s not usually such a problem.” His eyes are everywhere, rapidly roaming your body with a hunger that makes your skin tingle. From your lips, to the slope of your shoulders where your robe threatens to slip, to the gentle swell of your breasts against the fabric, back up to meet your own ravenous gaze, traveling in a never-ending loop.

“Usually?” Your voice is raspy with need.

“This is different,” he admits, barely above a whisper. You can see now how his breathing is quick and heavy; the rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to control it, mirroring your own arousal.

“How so?” You shift onto your knees, now mere inches away from him and the erection straining against his pants.

“I’ve never been in such… irresistible company.”

Ryan is a good man. It was something you’d always known, something you were always told. You still believed it. Just as you believed you were a good young woman. But everyone has their weaknesses. And yours just so happened to be each other. All the time you’d spent together on this movie, trying desperately not to indulge this very feeling. What if something cosmically, intensely amorous lie on the other side of it?

“So you want me to… help with your loneliness?” Your tone eases into a seductive tenor that fuels the sinful craving taking over him.

Ryan’s adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, and he nods, silently pleading for you to relieve him.

“Are you sure?” You ask, closing the gap between you and snaking your hand over his thigh, feeling how it trembles at your touch. You lean in to whisper, lips gently brushing his tragus, “I wouldn’t want to desecrate your vows.”

Your freshly-manicured fingers massage the tent in his crotch, stroking every ounce of hesitation right out of him. He couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to.

“God, yes.”

You hum in his ear, giving him a squeeze, feeling the thickness of him. You’ve thought about it so many times, fantasized about this very moment where he picks you over it all. The weight of endless possibilities presses down on your mind as you sift through every dream, looking for a perfect place to start. To taste his cock, to feel his tongue lapping at the puddle between your thighs, to prolong the anticipation until he’s begging for you, or just to kneel below him and ogle his stiff, robust, burly form.

His eyes have fallen shut as he relishes in the motion of your hand. With each touch, he's consumed by impure thoughts he’d never allowed himself to give into before. And after truly indulging his fantasies for the first time, he blurts exactly what comes to mind, with a grunt, as if he’s read your thoughts; “I want you to put me in your mouth.”

Your body responds instinctually, a moan escaping your lips at the mental image he created, and the realness of the sound reverberates in his ear, seeps into his bloodstream and gets him addicted to it. He feels his urges thundering through him, fingertips prickling with restlessness, ready to finally act on his instincts and pull every wanton noise you have to give until you’re hoarse.

You move with an enticing grace, slinking down into the floor between his knees as if it were your natural place. Ryan’s eyes track you all the way, completely enraptured in you, as if the moment might cease altogether if he blinked. His cock jumps as you settle into your position at his feet, so eager to unleash him.

Your eyes are locked as you slide your hands up his thighs, the width of his quadriceps dwarfing them. The fabric around his crotch is taught and strained. Your mouth waters knowing what waits for you there.

The zipper gives without a fight, the pants themselves ready to be free of him. It’s the sound that draws your attention to his cock, the heavy thump of it smacking up against his stomach. It’s every bit as impressive as you imagined; thick, veined, glistening at the tip, and you moan at the sight of it alone.

A tentative hand reaches for your neck, gently petting you with his thumb, but the anticipation mingling with the skin-to-skin contact ignites some kind of impatience in him.

His hand reaches up into your professionally done hair and tugs it tight, sending your head back with a gasp.

“As much as I’d like to take my time with you,” he speaks lowly as he guides your lips to his cock, “we don’t have that luxury.”

His commandeering tone somehow gives you that precious and desired feeling. So hopelessly hypnotized by him that you need his guidance to properly do your job, and you gladly accept it, like the distracted little girl you are.

Your lips wrap around just the very tip of his engorged head, swiping your flat tongue over his slit and savoring the taste of the droplets that soak into it. Ryan shudders and he grips the leather with his free hand as you take him further, quickly growing hungrier, suctioning his cock into your wet mouth and stroking your tongue on the underside of it. He’s heavy on your tongue, tastes of salt and sweat and daydreams come to life and you want more.

One of your hands grips him, sturdy and pulsing in your hand as you pump him up into your greedy mouth, and a needy groan rumbles from his chest.

“Fuck, yes,” he speaks behind grit teeth, steadily pushing you further onto him with the hand buried in your hair.

The more he fills your mouth, the more your own arousal pools between your thighs, begging for attention. But this moment was about him. The man who’d always put others before himself, who’d always chosen his career and his wife over his own desires. Your talented tongue massages the thick vein throbbing against it, milking him towards a newly free ecstasy with every motion. The hand that supports your mouth drips with your spit, drooling down his cock and soaking him at the base, properly drowning him in pleasure.

“God, I knew you’d be good at this,” he gasps, unable to take his eyes off the sight of you giving him a fresh new world. The idea of him thinking about you that way, trying to imagine how he’d feel in your mouth, just how well you’d please him, makes your pussy flutter.

You moan around him, spurring him on further as his hips jump and twitch. You find a rhythm, swallowing him down and slurping him back up, letting your wrist fall slack and sloppily twist around him. The sound is fucking obscene, wet squelches of your hand and your throat, sighs and expletives shoving their way past his lips. His hand shoves your further and rougher as he loses himself in the feeling, stealing the air from your lungs and replacing it with the feeling of his cock pounding the back of your throat. You’re enthralled, all of your senses filled to the brim with him, tears blooming in your ears, cunt empathetically throbbing with the weight of his impending orgasm, until you’re overflowing.

You pull back at a particularly harsh and deep thrust, gagging, coughing, gasping for air, but pumping him through it all. Your mouth is smeared with a shameful amount of slobber, but you wear it graciously, thirsty for his seed. But after all the time you’ve pined after him, the amount of wanting proliferating inside you just today, you need it spilled and planted elsewhere.

Residual groans and twitches flee his body, fueled the sight of you on your knees before him, wide-eyed, cherry-lipped and needy, still dutifully stroking him. It’s a feat for him not to just hold you in this position until he blows all over your pretty face. The way you worship him, the way you crave him, it fulfills his ego, reaffirms his dominance over you. He makes a mental note to mention how much it truly means to him to be treated with such reverence as your hand slows to a stop, but for now, he has a painfully hard cock to attend to, and a surely leaking cunt awaiting his discovery.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He commands, his hand loosening in your hair, returning to its gentle caress.

The aching in your core becomes all-consuming as your deliverance draws near, and you whimper like a neglected pet.

“I want you inside me,” you plead. “God, Ryan, I want you deep and raw,” he grips your hair for purchase as your filthy words thrill him, and you gasp before he loosens again- “Ah! Oh, I want you to make me sorry for tempting you,” you’re panting, “I want to feel everything you’ve waited to do to me.”

He leans forward with a sigh, aiming to sound displeased, but the excited glint in his eye exposes him.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You nod vigorously, thoroughly shameless, and he hums in approval, and then-

His lips crash into yours and you’re both reborn. It’s real, and intense, and passionate, and you can feel how much he’s needed you too.

His hand begins to flow down your back, not bothering to pull your robe off, beelining for the curve of your ass, large hand brushing down and over the skin there with a tantalizing touch. Creeping between your thighs, sneaking up the inside, soaking up your expecting whines. The largest swell of your inner leg is sticky with your arousal and Ryan groans into your mouth as he lands upon it- and then he’s there.

Spreading your pitifully slick labia with his middle finger, circling your clit just once, sending your hips lurching forward, then continuing to tease your folds. You grip his muscular arms to keep yourself steady and they flex marvelously under your palms with his movements, stretching, bulging, hardening like those of a Greek god. You’re whimpering in his mouth, desperate and insatiable, until his finger suddenly plunges inside your gushing hole. Your mouth falls open with a gasp and he groans low and long, slowly fucking his finger into you, carefully stroking your walls and exploring the steamy sanctuary your body had tailored for him.

“So fucking wet.” His voice has regained a softness, as if he’s grateful. He kisses across your cheek and down to your jaw,“Gonna be a good girl?” He wants to sound patient, like he’s in control, like he could walk away if you can’t properly hold yourself together, but his aching tone and his now harsh, deep thrusts prove otherwise. “Can’t have you makin’ too much noise.” He huffs. “Need you to tell me you’ll be good for me.”

“I will.” The words rush from your mouth at a shameful speed. “I will, I will, I will.” You mumble and whimper, clinging to his biceps. “Please just fuck me.”

His impatience climaxing once again, Ryan effortlessly scoops you up like a ragdoll and drops you to lie on the dark leather, strong hands preventing you from bouncing on the furniture to return you to the lewd position you held just before he joined you.

He’s breathtaking above you. He always is. But this time he’s primal, any ounce of his normally cheeky self ceased. A tower of a man, staring down at you with black eyes, wide chest expanding further with his labored breathing, cock standing impressively between you, demanding attention, ready to claim you and reclaim himself.

He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, shifting your hips up, vulgarly unveiling your cunt to his hungry eyes. He showers your calf in kisses and growls in praise of the display below him; swollen, saturated and leaking, calling out to him without a sound.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself, “You’re gonna be the death of me, girl.”

You must have been seducing him this whole time, winding him up with a vengeance until he had no choice but to give in to keep his sanity. How intensely and honestly you beg for him, how you submit to his will, how your body naturally composes in just the way to please him. He’s lost all resistance to your siren song. And so he wastes no time pressing his cock past your folds, drinking up your breathy, relieved whines as he stretches and plugs your tender hole.

He releases a stifled, husky grunt when his dick is fully buried, rolls his hips against you until he’s perfectly sheathed and settled. You can hear him shuddering while you faintly struggle to adjust to him, uncontrollably clenching around him, unknowingly driving him mad. He’s stiff as a steel rod inside you, so snug against your pillowy walls you can feel him pulsating, every tiny shift and twitch in his hips. You can’t help but be stimulated, you’re so full you can feel it in your lungs, and so you clench, and every little breath makes it worse, your body only mustering tiny, pitiful whimpers.

“Relax.” He hisses through his teeth, massaging your lower stomach where it bulged with the heft of his erection.

“If you don’t stop squeezing me like that I’ll cum fast.” But as much as you can’t stop the fluttering of your walls, he can’t stop his cock succumbing to it, hips subconsciously answering the primal beckoning and starting a slow rhythm, unintentionally forcing you to feel every inch steadily slotting in and out of you. So started a viciously stimulating cycle.

“I- can’t help it,” you whine, “so full.”

His dick twitches, his hips stuttering deep into you, “Fuck yes you are.” Still barely holding himself together, his hips just slightly speed up, gain a momentum, gently knocking into your cervix with his force, jostling your body on the couch. He doesn’t retreat more than an inch or two before hinging back into you, determined to keep you stuffed.

“You like it, don’t you? Like being so full of me you can’t control yourself, like making me lose control.” His hands grip your thighs, white-knuckling, imprinting his nails into your skin. It’s inexplicably sensual the way he fucks you, taking his time to ensure your bodies feel and remember every stroke, despite how close he is, and how little time you have left.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip to quiet your noise, muffled squeaks garnishing his thrusts, the pounding on your cunt sends you tightening around him again, all your muscles contracting as he pummels you and-

He whimpers, a strained sound, stilling his hips, eyes shutting tight, orgasm almost overcoming him.

He’s panting as his forearms descend to either side of your head, resting his weight over top of you until his breath is fanning across your lips, your one leg still wrapped over his shoulder and now pinned to your chest.

“Squeezing my cock like this,” his hips resume their leisurely rolling, his cock sinks impossibly deeper with the new angle, he grunts with every thrust, “You want me to cum inside you. Want me to ruin my marriage knocking you up.” The sound you let out is profane, met with a growl from him as he covers your loud mouth with his hand, the impending threat of his orgasm surging once again, but this time it neglects to stop his movements and spurs them instead.

“Be good and quiet for me, baby.” He whispers, catching your lips in a short kiss to make his words stick in your fleeting mind.

“Tell me,” His eyes study yours closely, his shoulder muscles flex as he shifts his weight and his hand slides down your torso, thumb joining with your clit to swirl over it in tandem with his pelvis, “Were you touching yourself thinking about me fucking you like this?” The image of it makes his cock swell inside you.

The way your eyes unfocus for a millisecond is almost enough of an answer for him, but he needs to hear you say it.

“Tell me.” He repeats, voice shrouded in anguish, pleading with you to verbalize how deeply you desired him, to make it all real.

“Yes.” You whine, weakly, brokenly, as you admit your deepest secret, paralyzed in the pleasure of his thumb and his thrusts catalyzing your climax.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he echoes you earnestly, voice straining, “Oh, fuck, yes, yes.” Ryan spends his last spur of energy slamming deep into you, smushing and kissing your cervix, as he begins to peak, pulling you along with him into the powerful, electric whirlwind of finally having every inch of each other.

He’s groaning and cursing feverishly as his cock embeds inside you, spouting, leaking, and twitching right against your deep, needy organ, “Yeah, take it- take it, fuck- fuck, so tight, fuck yes, cum, yes,” his hips stuttering, your legs trembling, juices pouring, you milk each other for all you have. A few gentle kisses on the neck bring you back to earth, and when you turn to him, Ryan gives you one more, real, passionate and lasting on your lips for a while after he pulls away.

“Well the afterglow scene is gonna be authentic.”

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totothewolff · 7 months ago

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Grand Prix Elite Academy (4/10)

+18 | professor!Toto x reader fem!student, sewis, carlos x reader, collegue au | romance, smut, comedy, gossip, betray

Summary: Your life turns 180 degrees after receiving your acceptance letter for the Grand Prix Elite Academy, the most exclusive and prestigious Formula One College, designed to shape the future drivers of the motorsport world. You will try to navigate your new life among the Monaco elites, survive the campus dynamics and rivalries between the faculties, and try to win this year's Elite Cup to beat an undefeated Mercedes, all while befriending your eclectic classmates, join the wild parties, have a couple of make-outs under the racing circuit benches, lose your v-card and get over that stupid crush you have on professor Toto. Will you make it alive to graduation? Race to Greatness! Author's note: This is a Formula One college AU fic set in an elite academy in Monaco, where the F1 Teams are Faculties, their Team Principals are professors, the FIA is the college board, and all the grid drivers are your classmates. You are accepted under a scholarship program called WomenOne and have lots to catch on to after years of putting your racing dreams on hold. Becoming the outcast new girl is always challenging, especially when all of you live on one campus.

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As the morning sunlight streams through the grand staircases of the main building, you sit with your group of friends, placed on different steps, almost forming a circle as you chat with excitement and laughs with some racing gear and helmets scattered around them.

Other students pass you by, entering the large double doors to the main hallway entrance.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts from Lando's and Charles's Starbucks cups as they sip and joke around, discussing their latest racing strategies and sharing stories of their weekend adventures.

The sound of revving engines at the distant hum as you all wait for their morning classes or free practices to begin.

"That fucking bitch I'm going to cut her in half! And I will tear that wig off Britney's head," Leandra lets out.

A bald Nico is a funny visual.

"I'm not trying to play the devil's advocate here, but are we sure she was involved?" Max asks out loud.

Leandra rolls her eyes at him, as does Seb.

"Still, she can do no wrong under your eyes after all these years," Carlos points out.

"Just saying! Please don't kick me out of the group! I need friends." Max goes a little red with embarrassment.

"Calm down! No one is going to do that!" Charles quickly adds. There was a time when Max was the odd and unexpected link in the group; now, everyone is fond of him. "But, it's just facts, bro. She's the one who knew about Y/N being a sad virgin."

"THANK YOU CHARLES!" you add while he giggles.

"The knowing about Y/N being a sad virgin, I get it. Naya also knew the part about Y/N being broke and this year's "Charity Baby," but we all also knew that." Lewis joins in the fun.

"AW GUYS, YOU ARE SO SUPPORTIVE!" you interrupt them with murderous eyes.

Lewis holds his chuckles as he continues: "But the part of Y/N wanting Toto to deflower her, Naya wasn't there to witness her telling that to him." he points out.

"WHAT!?" you scream. At that part, you throw your arms in the air to everyone's amusement.

"Don't you remember?!" Mick says, amazed.

"Please, be joking." you start praying.

"He is not. We all heard your drunk ass asking Toto to fuck you."

"OH MY GOD!" At that moment, you want to get run over by the McLaren car roaring in the distance at the circuit track.

"If you want a life-changing first-time experience," Lando says. "I mean," he looks at his crotch and back at you, then winks. "I have cock to spare."

"Cock to spare," Leandra repeats, bursting out laughing. "How do you come up with this shit?!"

"How does that shit work with girls?! That's the real question," Carlos adds, laughing too.

"SERIOUSLY! THANK YOU GUYS!" you squeak, furiously red.

"Yes, but Nico was there. If Nico is there, Naya is there, and vice versa," Seb says, sounding extremely unhappy with Lewis.

He had remained quiet so far before he let it all out: "Didn't I tell you? Don't invite him! It doesn't matter how much Nico swears he has changed, he is always trouble!"

The couple starts to argue.

It's the first time you witness them acting other than being utterly in love with each other.

Lewis and Seb tend to get lost in each other's eyes for hours, feeling like the world is non-existent around them while sharing soft chats and sweet kisses around campus.

"Honey, I asked for your forgiveness times enough already. What else do you want me to do..." Lewis replies, getting exasperated with him.

"Well, now that you are friends with Nico again, why don't you go and ask him about it?! Ask Nico if he is the one behind the printed posters addressed to Y/N pinned all over the hallways! OH! And in that process, why don't you warn him to stay the fuck away from her!"

"Like that would work," Lewis says, sighing.

Seb then gets on his feet and suddenly climbs up the stairs in a rush, looking really mad. His short skirt sways in the wind, his boots' heels echo on the stairs, and his bag moves violently behind him as he opens the big double doors.

"Honey!" Lewis calls for him, gets fast on his feet, and goes after him.

You give them enough time before following their steps. You deeply care about Seb and want to make sure he is okay.

He is also your project partner in Christian's "Race Engineering" class, your first subject of today, and knowing how prickly of a professor Christian is, you want to make sure everything is fine.

You find the couple in the hub of the old library. Walking inside there feels like stepping into a time capsule.

A retro vibe wraps you as you step on the blue carpeting on the floor; a golden glow emanates from the large windows.

The shelves there are lined with worn, leather-bound books that seem to hold secrets and old stories, while vintage posters and track maps adorn the walls displaying the bygone eras of Motorracing.

This small library is always empty since the main one is way bigger, more stylish, and modern. People sometimes use this one to hook up, hiding among the tall bookshelves in the many corridors.

You catch them talking almost mouth-in-mouth. Seb is lean on a study desk, ass on it, legs hanging.

And Lewis is resting his hand on Sebastian's Aston green pleated mini skirt. Lewis's other hand caresses Seb's hair and cheek as he whispers soft things to his lips, like, "Nico doesn't mean shit to me. I love you. I will make it up for you. You are my rock. I need you by my side" you are able to hear him as you approach them.

Then the bell sounds, Lewis kisses Seb goodbye, grabs his helmet on the table next to Seb's legs, and gives you a warm smile on his way out while pulling up half of his racing suit on his way out.

"He is going to spend the entire day on track! My poor baby always ends up exhausted after that. I won't be able to join your study session tonight. I will be preparing his ice bath for when he returns." Seb tells you as he hops off the study table.

Seb is so dedicated to Lewis and is so adorable to witness. "All good with you two, then?" you ask shyly.

"Always, dear." Seb reassures you, sounding all happy now.

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You looked distressed for a minute. You know I care about you, right?"

"I know. You are a good friend, thank you." Seb squeezes you in his arms for a brief second on your way down back in the main hallway, and then he explains to you. "It's this Nico thing. He always tends to get under my skin. I hate throwing tantrums at Lewis like that, but I can't help it sometimes!"

"I get it, now. Hey! By the way, with all of this, I haven't been able to tell you yet how hot you look!"

"Thank you!" Seb twirls for you, grabbing your hand in the process.

"Your legs look unbelievable!" you add. "Fishy, fishy"

You two keep walking hand in hand until you reach the classroom's door. "I know, thanks! Lewis agrees with you. You know? He is in this phase now that I drive him crazy when I wear mini skirts. The other day, he was barely able to hold himself. He almost takes me raw at my desk in the student affairs office. He felt so hard under those pants. Mmm, delicious." Seb lets out a long sigh.

"Hey! Don't eat bread in front of the poor!" you complain, slightly jealous but in good faith.

"Oh, shit, I forgot about your virgin-ess! Sorry! I hope you find the cure soon." Seb jokes with you.

"I just need to convince Toto to supply me the injection to solve it!" you fool around.

"Slut!" Seb playfully tells you as you two grab your seats inside the classroom.

"Ough," Seb moans in a low voice for the fourth time, trying to make you lose it sitting next to you at Toto's class while the professor turns to face the screens again, his firm ass and muscular back in display for you two to enjoy the view.

"As you can see, class," he says, gesturing to the complex graphs and charts, "these simulations show the effects of different wing configurations on downforce and drag. The blue line represents the current setup, while the red line shows the potential gains we could achieve by modifying the wing's angle and curvature." His voice is calm and authoritative, but his hands move quickly and precisely as he uses a laser pointer to highlight key points on the screens.

Some of your classmates lean forward, their eyes fixed attentively, as they write notes on the complex data and ask questions about its implications for their racing strategies.

Toto asked the class to come up with an example by reading the intricacies of the data displayed on the screens in front of him to form a decision on a fictional course of a race.

"Shut it! You idiot, you will get us in trouble. I'm already standing on thin ice with him," you silence Seb, trying to keep your composure.

After what Mick told you, you haven't been able to focus the entire class nor look directly at Toto, fearing crossing his gaze, with your mind going back to that night, trying to puzzle all the shit you did under the alcohol influence.

Every time Seb moans for you in a low voice as Toto turns his back for something or moves suggestively, you struggle to hold your chuckles.

"Miss Y/LN, Miss Vettel, do you have anything you want to share with the class?" his deep, powerful voice addresses you.

You feel Toto's eyes set on you. His glasses slightly sliding on his appealing nose.

You go all pale, darting "Don't you even dare!" eyes to Seb.

"No, sir." you quickly reply.

"Miss Y/LN, why don't you come sit right here?" he commands you more than asks you, pulling a single chair and placing it in the middle of the room, at the front, near where he stands, in a place where everyone will notice your slightest move. "Since you appear to be on the moon this entire class, this is the best spot to get you back on track, and Vettel."

"Yes, professor?" Seb answers.

"Last warning, another distraction, and you go out."

Nico looks more than pleased that you two are getting scolded.

You have been avoiding going to your dorm all day long. You even tried to get transferred to another room at the Student Affairs front desk, but they informed you it wasn't an option since you were under no harm and because you are located in a dorm that belongs to the scholarship students housing program.

Then, why is Naya in there with you? It makes no sense; her parents are wealthy.

You close the entrance door, returning from the long study session you organized in the main library for the "Trackside PU" extracurricular, and you enter your dorm without making considerable noise, going straight to the kitchenette to place your tumbler inside the small dishwasher.

Naya is studying and writing notes on her iPad at the round dining table. There's a lot of tension in the air as you both become aware of the other's presence.

She's wearing reading glasses. You have never seen her with those before. She looks even hotter.

After a few minutes, you hear a clear "It wasn't me" that she lets out loud enough for you to listen.

You send her a look.

"Nico was inside my bedroom when you came in here. He heard it all. I told him not to do it," Naya explains.

"Sure"

"It's the truth!" She holds your gaze. "Torger is also mad at him for doing that, but he doesn't know how to address the matter with you yet."

"Can't Toto speak for himself, or does he pay you to act as his messenger?" That sounded harsher than you expected, but she pushed you to react like that.

Naya gives you no comeback. "Now that I cleared things, I'm going to bed. I had a long day," Naya says while stretching. Good night," she tells you as you look at her short grey skirt and Mercedes' blazer uniform. She is looking on point but with her tie loosened. Then you remember, you still have no faculty.

"You tell me."

"Just ignore her! Naya hates that, not feeling relevant enough. Maybe just try to move on." Lea advises you while attempting to remain empathic but being honest.

As you all condition in the sleek, high-tech training center, pushing yourselves to the limit, your sweat-drenched bodies showing your intense workouts.

The sounds of pounding music and clinking weights fill the air as you all tackle your individual routines.

Lewis grunts with effort as he lifts the massive dumbbells, his piercing gaze focused on the weight above him.

Sebastian, meanwhile, is on the stationary bike, his powerful legs pumping away as he sprints through a virtual reality course.

Lea, ever the showgirl, is working on her agility and flexibility. She leaps and spins through gymnastics-inspired exercises, exchanging suggestive looks with the trainer she banged at Lewis' birthday party.

"What if Nico tries to blackmail me?!" you ask the trio as you go all cheeta on the treadmill. "He has the photos." you sound way too overstressed. "I fucked it big time! I'm so losing my scholarship due to all this! I shouldn't have gotten drunk! I'm going to disappoint my dad!" you struggle to speak, tears running down your face as you fully panic at the high-end training facility.

Not even a week has passed by since the incident, and you have been receiving lots of DMs on your GPEA app of guys offering to deflower you and a couple of nasty dick pics that you had to flag and report.

"It's not coming to that. We have your back!" Seb reassures you.

"It's best if you speak with Toto about it. It's making you feel miserable," Lewis says. "Niki is the only one who puts Nico in place. Toto could talk to Niki to make him stop the gaslighting. And also, Toto can deal with Naya's antics."

"Maybe she didn't do it herself, but I doubt she feels bad for it. She lets no one get near her precious Torger," Lea adds and imitates the way Naya says Toto's name with her accent and all.

"Just remain cautious around her, please," Seb asks you.

That night, you have the most bizarre dream.

"You're a virgin!" Massi screams at you, his voice dripping with condescension. "How can we expect you to be a top-notch driver when you don't even know the thrill of passion?"

The room erupts into laughs and snorts. All your classmates go into a chorus of mocking jeers. "Virgin! Leave!" they chant, waving their hands in ridicule.

Before you can protest or defend yourself, Massi slams his fist on the table, and you feel yourself get dragged out of the GPEA.

"TOTO!" You try to reach for him as everyone laughs and points at you in the hallways.

Then it morphs to visuals of Toto's strong hands pressuring your hips, pulling your skirt up, and roughly fucking you against his desk.

Your bodies moving in a fast and desperate rhythm, throwing papers, pencils, and stuff all over the lecture hall floor, your moans and his grunts echoing in the empty room, skin slapping against skin hard, he going deeper inside you, pulling your hair, forcing you to arch your back.

You wake up with a cold sweat and wet panties, feeling disoriented, scared, and horny at the same time.

You rub your eyes, trying to shake off the vivid memory of the crazy dream that had just left you.

You get off the bed.

You lace up your running shoes and step onto the misty veil that shrouds the campus racing track surrounded by the woods. It's early morning, and the skies are still dark. The air feels crisp and cold.

You went out for a jog because you could not sleep a minute more after having those crazy dreams about you getting expelled from the academy and that triple x with Toto.

You set off briskly, your footsteps echoing off the asphalt as you weave through the deserted track.

The sounds of nature gradually replaced the silence as the skies became washed blue, preparing to welcome the sun.

There's nothing that motivates you like hate. You feel now a rage to shut their mouths, to show them.

You don't notice how hard you are running till tiny gravel debris starts peeling off the track under your tracking shoes, and you feel your legs tensing in your black sporty booty shorts.

At the same time, your iPhone bounces violently on your arm holder, and your headphones are about to fly out of your ears.

You drop yourself out of breath on the grass next to the chicane, exhausted and unable to move further. The perfectly maintained green grass feels cold and wet against your ass.

You are struggling to catch your breath, and rage tears are coming out of your eyes. Your strong, fast strides left most of your fury leave of your body.

"You good?" you hear a deep voice from a distance.

OH FUCK! NOT NOW!

You feel another panic attack coming your way and start bracing for impact, shrinking.

"Yes, it's nothing," you quickly reply, struggling to talk. You sense an instant and desperate urge to keep running even if you feel about to puke just to avoid Toto right now.

"So, you casually hyperventilate on cold mornings?" Toto asks you, approaching you, arching an eyebrow.

He calmly keeps jogging till he closes the gap between you, now able to observe your face and features. You look like a distressed mess.

So Toto is an early bird?

You don't notice the tears falling from your eyes until they blur your vision, and your body starts shivering under the cold breeze, running out of warmth.

Toto unzips his sports jacket and offers it to you, grabbing your attention.

You instantly are about to reject it, but he knows it beforehand and tells you, "Take it," before you can even wave your hand.

It sounds more like an instruction.

"I think I know the reason behind those tears, and I'm deeply sorry for the situation. I heard the gossip. It's a small campus." Toto drops himself on the grass beside you, bending his knees. The muscles in his toned legs look so fine.

Before he explains, "Nico is a highly competitive and strong-willed student. He plans on graduating from here with a deal and a seat on an F1 team secured. He has this unhealthy way of dealing with those he considers threats."

Toto notices you shaking your head.

"How am I a threat? No one even wants me on their faculty, puff" you laugh it off.

"Nico knows you got here because there's something special in you. And I believe so, too," Toto replies, encouraging you.

You give Toto an "Are you kidding me?!" look.

He smiles brightly at your reaction, with his gorgeous teeth showing. "I'm rooting for you!" he adds.

"The one who called me a small-minded quitter or that I had no mindset, how was it? I don't recall exactly."

Toto rolls his eyes at the pettiness. "Anyway, Nico likes mind games, that's all. But that mixture makes him a ruthless fighter and a true champion. He has that fire! Nothing gets in his way. Not even Lewis' raw talent or Naya's strategic mega-mind."

"...And also make him an awful human being!" you add in a funny voice, full of dislike.

Toto tries to remain diplomatic, so he doesn't give you an answer to that.

"So that's what Nico wants? To play his games with me and watch me fail? Sorry, but I'm not giving him or you all the pleasure."

"Did I truly offended you that much? With just some words and facts, mostly facts." Toto asks you, a bit skeptical.

"You made it personal. You threw my mom's passing as a low punch, basically."

"Wasn't my intention you perceived it like that. I get what you went through more than you imagine."

He sounds sincere.

"Just so you know, I didn't give up my dream. I choose to help my father achieve his. You judged me way too soon. I do have a hunger to win and push for more, but I need a chance to do so."

"Is that so?! Was I wrong, then?"

"Yes."

"...And?"

"I think you should apologize."

"To you? What for?"

"Didn't you listen to a word of what I said?!" you let out. Shit! You went too far again. "...sir?"

"I find you so intriguing. You feel the need to add a sir to address me when, almost a week ago, you wanted me to fuck you right there, and now you are fighting me when I try to look after you. What's on that head of yours?"

"About what I said that night at Lewis' birthday party, I was..." You are now totally red.

"...You were completely drunk. I would never accept you that invite, not under that state."

"So all good?"

"All good."

"Puff, great." You look relieved.

Wait, under that state... So... Is a yes when sober?!

"You know, most people get burned falling into Nico's games," Toto warns you.

"I'm not most people." You hold his gaze.

Toto looks at you in a way you can't read as he sees the fire burning in your eyes, your rage on display, and your hunger to show something.

Your eyes wander to his lips. You can't help it. He notices this and slowly leans towards you, closing the gap between you as if a magnetic force pulled you closer.

As he is near your mouth, he whispers to your lips. You feel his breath brushing your skin. "Is that all you can jog?! You are not even halfway through the circuit. If you want to put people in shame, you better jack on," Toto teases you before getting on his feet.

"Eat my dust." You follow him and start jogging faster than him, passing him by.

You sense his eyes going all over your body as he enjoys the view of a sweaty you in those tiny booty shorts, ass, and hips swaying around meters in front of him.

"Y/N!"

You turn around to see Lance running your way, crossing the gardens.

"Hi, Sir Lancelot!" you offer him your hand after stopping your scooter.

"Ma'lady," he kisses it, greeting you. "All better now?"

"Slightly, yeah," you let out a sigh.

"Since you have been all stressed out lately, I thought inviting you to decompress at our Bonfire Night the following weekend would be nice. I hope you can join us."

"Sounds excellent, but what's a Bonfire Night, and who is "us"?"

"I always have to remember you are new around here! It's like talking with a baby! Always in need of explanation," Lance says.

He is such a sweetie but terrible with words.

"Every year, my dad hosts a bonfire party at the beach for friends and family, like many of our neighbors on that night. We spend the entire evening there, having the best time, eating, dancing, and drinking until sunrise. It's at our house in St. Tropez!"

"Oh, it sounds so cool!"

"The guys are coming, Charles, Yuki, Pippa, Lea, Sewis. So what do you say? We leave next Saturday at 4 p.m. on my dad's yacht at the harbor here."

"Count me in!"

"So, I told Lance I'm coming! I had no idea the rich did that bonfire thing-ritual every year."

"It's a tradition! We have many," Charles corrects you while trying to assemble a sandwich, smashing mayo on the bread with a knife. "I'm glad you are in the mood to join us! You do need it."

"Give me! What you are trying to do is just sad." You wash your hands before grabbing ingredients and starting to prepare a decent Saturday morning breakfast.

"Can I have one? Please!" Lea smells and sees you perform magic in the pristine kitchenette at their dorm, handling bacon, avocado, eggs, pepper, olive oil, and toast bread like a pro.

"Coming right your way!" you slide a grilled sandwich on each of the three plates.

"It's like the Upper East Siders' going to the Hamptons to act even richer near water, but in this case, it's in our mansions by the beach at St. Tropez," Charles says while biting the perfectly made sandwich and making pleasure gestures.

As Lea almost finishes hers, she tells you. "Feel like joining me today? I'm going to buy my outfits for the bonfire night. I would love a second opinion."

"I would love to, but I promised my dad I would visit him and Diesel."

"Who?" Charles asks.

You pull out your phone to show them pictures of your dog.

Massive squeals and aws come out of their lips.

"I need to meet him!" Lea says, "We could go to your dad's after shopping!"

After spending hours going from shop to shop and stopping for a well-needed boba, you arrive at your family's components store, and you two wait for your dad to join you.

"Could you please stop playing with the labeler?" you ask Lea, amused and almost laughing as she goes all over the shop, holding the labeler gun in her hands, nearly James Bond-style, tagging random stuff.

"But I love it! Beep, beep," Lea says as she presses the button and throws more product labels.

"Hey! Don't dare to label Diesel!" you warn her as she aims it in his direction.

"Never. Besides, he would be priceless, right? You little, sweet, furry baby!" she bends to pat Diesel and says with the most ridiculous voice.

Diesel quickly turns his head your way when he hears his name, bandana swinging in the air. He then runs like crazy to the doors as he smells your dad approaching. He goes all nuts as your dad enters the store, then runs to push his bowl with his nose, knowing it's lunchtime.

"Dad!" you give him the biggest hug as he pulls you off the ground in his arms.

"Our world champion is in the house! Hi, baby, how are you? We missed you."

"Splendid!" you lie, after almost having three panic attacks in just one week. "Dad, I have so much to tell you! That campus is to die for!"

Let's better not mention the parties, the nasty gossip, all the alcohol consumption, and the drugs.

"Hi, Mr. Y/LN. It's nice meeting you, sir. I'm Leandra de Vries," She approaches you, returning the labeler to the counter.

Your dad offers her a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, Leandra. You are in great luck today! I made my signature lasagna for lunch. It's Y/N's favorite!"

"YES!" you throw a fist in the air, already tasting the flavors in your mind, all excited.

"Oh great, I love Italian!" Lea says.

"Let's go upstairs, girls, lunch is waiting. Come on, Diesel, come here, let's go!"

Diesel goes first on the stairs. He used to be scared of stairs, so he takes his time climbing them before entering your small loft on top of the store.

"This is where I live, welcome." You receive Lea inside and give her the tour. It takes little time.

"I had a closet about this size. It's cute and cozy in here. I like it," Lea says, bouncing on the sofa before taking her time to look around at the pictures you have on a shelf. "She's your mom, right? You look like her. She is beautiful."

"Yes, thank you, that's her, the one and only. God, I wish she was here to see all of this."

"She is so proud of you, and she is watching it," your dad says, gesturing with a finger to the sky before returning to serve the dishes.

You three spend a great time chatting up and filling your stomachs with delicious food and some wine.

On the ride back to campus at night, Lea asked her driver to pick you up, she jokes with you in the backseat of the luxurious car.

"You forgot to mention your dad was hot and single!"

"Girl..." you look straight at her, smirking.

"I already love you like a daughter..." Lea teases you.

A hysterical laugh escapes your lips. "Please don't!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking," she bumps your arm softly with her fist. "I have limits. I would never! You know, it's just my dark humor," she tells you.

"I live for your dark humor."

The highlight of your week is that letter from Williams offering you a place on their faculty, which you immediately accept.

You can't believe you are going to use the same facilities Senna did during his time here.

You call your dad full of excitement!

"Congratulations, Miss Williams!" Charles tells you as he opens the door of their dorm, welcoming you with a hug.

"Congrats!" Lea also comes to hug you. "It's super difficult getting in that one. They are super duper hermetic! By any chance, do you have any link with the Williams family?" she looks surprised.

"Maybe it's due to Claire being in charge, you know, since I'm a girl and I'm here because of the WomenOne program, maybe she gave me a shot."

"Sounds unlikely," Charles agrees.

"To be accepted or invited there, you have to have stellar references or be close to their family, which you have to be insanely rich or Formula One royalty basically," Lea explains.

"They rejected Naya, even being a Lauda! Go figure," Charles tells you the gossip.

"Oh, but that was because Frank and Niki are opponents!" Lea addresses you.

"Then who knows, but I'm so excited, I can't believe it yet! I hope it's not Nico pulling me a joke." You roll your eyes.

"Please don't mention that name again; maybe he could Beetlejuice here! God forbids!" Charles jokes.

"Well, let's get ready. The chauffeur is picking us up at 3:00 p.m."

"Y/N, so that you know, it's the third most demanding faculty. You got this!" Lea encourages you.

"Understood, thanks. It's a really exciting day!" you let out, all happy.

"Oh, Charles is the most excited!" Lea throws him a dirty look.

"Okay..." you look back and forth between them. "What's the tea?!" You instantly ask, watching the interaction.

"He is Lance's aunt's lover."

"No shit!" your eyebrows go to the roof.

"I... I... WAS... we don't do that anymore." Charles quickly adds, starting to pack his things in his duffel bag.

"Come on! You always end up fucking no matter what! He always says that," She looks incredulous at him. "That's a cute duffel!" she points to your purple packed bag.

"Not this time!" Charles sounds so sure.

"Let's bet! One on, he gets no action tonight. Two on she will suck the collagen out of him."

"Show me your outfit for tonight! You asked me to help you with your makeup, right?"

"YES!"

"You can't seriously be wearing that! Whose swimsuit is it? Your grandma's?!" Lea looks you up as you exit her bathroom in your bathing suit with the dress you are to wear on top hanging in your left arm.

"Why?!" You thought you looked fine. "It's Victoria's Secret!"

"It's huge! And ew!"

"No way!" You look at your reflection in the large mirror. You are wearing a two-piece electric blue bikini with a twist-front top and matching boy short bikini bottoms that cover you up to your belly.

"Also, you need to moisturize that skin properly. It's looking a bit dry." She handles you some jars with creams.

"Really?! Oh thanks"

"You always give me no time!" She goes inside her closet. "I'm again pulling a miracle!"

"Fairy godmother, please help me!" you beg, now getting self-conscious while applying the cream to your legs and arms.

Be careful with what you wish for.

"Are you serious with this, Lea?! Why do you insist on having my ass on full display every time!"

"Because it makes you look so hot! That high-cut V-shape is so flattering on you! Besides, all cheeky thong bikinis are so sexy!"

"For sure, one of my titties is flying out of here at some point," you say as you fix your top to hold the girls in place better.

"Your skin looks so shiny and fresh now," she says, and you agree. "You look so fucking hot!"

The two-piece monochromatic green strap bikini Leandra gave you has a tie knot front and cutout design, revealing a bit of extra skin up there. It matches the high-cut leg and cheeky back bottom that accentuates the best out of your curves; the high-waisted Brazilian thong is very revealing.

"I trust you fully, okay? Thank you," you say, feeling confident with yourself now; the workout routine you have been under is showing.

"Carlos is going to get rocket hard when he sees you!" Lea lets out, all excited.

"Shut up! He is going, too?" you squeal, eager. "Lance didn't mention him."

"Carlos Sr. owns the house next door. Carlos and all his hot Spaniard cousins and friends will be there like every year. I'm almost 100 percent sure he will try to hook up with you tonight. I manifest it. It's in the air."

You look at yourself in the mirror one last time and from all angles.

You look and feel good, and you hope Lea is right. You want some action in your life.

You observe in awe the majestic, three-story-high yacht that's way bigger than your house, with its gleaming white hull and gleaming chrome railings sparkling in the afternoon light.

After passing the security check, you board with your friends and start searching for Lance inside among the guests who have already arrived.

A luxurious Mercedes car pulls over, and a hot, tall man descends on the dock and boards the yacht with an air of confidence and sophistication. He is wearing a light linen shirt, blue swim trunks, sunglasses, and espadrilles men's shoes.

All the wealthy elites are wearing their finest beach attire, diamonds and pearls glinting in the sunlight.

Lance is inside the ship, standing beside his stunning mother and billionaire dad in the main salon, which has comfortable seating areas where guests can mingle and socialize over champagne and canapés. The yacht's interior is opulent, with lavish furnishings and sparkling chandeliers.

After chatting for a minute, he lets you know he has to stay there to welcome all his guests but that Lewis and Seb are on the upper deck.

So you all choose to go hang out with them and take in the breathtaking views of the Mediterranean Sea.

The waiter offering the cocktails around blocks your view of Toto boarding the ship as you grab one of the glasses.

Then you turn your back in his direction, quickly catching Charles's step. You finish climbing the stairs just as Lawrence welcomes Toto with a "My good friend!"

The sun is setting rapidly now, and the yacht is beginning to move out of the harbor. Its engines are purring smoothly as it cuts through the waves, picking up speed.

Lewis's abs look great in that see-through "Sea Maiden" Burberry t-shirt paired with bright orange pants.

"Are those real?!" You feel his abs, greeting him, making Seb laugh as Lewis has him wrapped around his arm. Seb's chin resting on Lewis's shoulder.

"Lucky me!" Seb says, wearing a beautiful two-piece ensemble: a cute baby blue and white stripes bikini top paired with a Miu Miu white mini skirt. This time, he has natural short hair and sunglasses. His waist looks tiny.

The drinking and partying started from the get-go, with music and laughter creating a relaxed vibe.

Lance and you dance around for a while, holding your drinks in hand before you need to pee.

You go down the narrow, long hallway to the bathroom when you see a girl closing the door going in. "Dammit!" you let out before turning back around.

As you exit the hallway, Toto enters it on his way to the same bathroom door, only to find it's in use.

As you approach St. Tropez, you can see the many bonfires on the long beach coast twinkling on the horizon.

The yacht docks at the Stroll mansion, where a staff team had set up a massive bonfire and a beach party like no other.

There are food tables, a very famous DJ, gift bags with everything you need plus luxury items, beautiful white and natural wood-looking outdoor sitting areas with stunning flower decor, and Cantoya lights that give the place such a vibe.

You and your friends disembark last. You are already having a good time on deck. As you finally make your way down to the beach, you are welcomed by the smoking hostesses in bikinis, who offer you roasted marshmallows.

"Follow me! I asked our people to set us our own bonfire in a spot far away from my parents!" Lance informs you.

And he was right. It was less crowded and far from the main action but still on site.

As you walk there, feeling the still warm sand on your feet, you pass a breathtaking house with an oceanview front and an open concept.

Carlos waves his hand from the pool there, grabbing the group's attention.

"Where are you going?!" he screams.

"To Tortoise," Lance screams back. "See you there?" You assume it's a reference. Carlos nods his head.

Ten minutes later, he arrives with some of his cousins and Lando. They all get introduced, and the boys choose to start playing beach volleyball. It turns out Tortoise is the nickname of that court.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the distant hum of the DJ's music create a pulsating atmosphere.

As you sip your cocktails, Lance's team goes back and forth from the bar to your location. You all enjoy the music and cheer for Lewis and Lando playing against Carlos and his cousin.

Nearby, Yuki and Pippa are going at each other, sharing passionate kisses, she is sitting on his lap, wearing a tiny bikini, and Yuki's hand is all over her ass.

After Lewis falls on the sand and misses the shot, Seb laughs really hard, making Lewis go after him.

Seb starts running to the sea in his cute two-piece bikini. Lewis catches him midway, pulling him up from the ground and into his arms before taking his top off.

Seb lets out a small scream, quickly placing his hands over his chest, covering his nipples, and looking your way, making you all laugh.

They start playing in the waves before Seb pulls Lewis down to the wet sand with him.

They start caressing each other, making out hungrily, their hands going everywhere before they go behind some palm trees.

Lewis stays on his feet, back leaning against them in complete pleasure.

The volleyball game's second round caught your and Lea's attention.

A group of guys, all lean and muscular dudes living nearby, are playing a fierce match against the double C, Charles, and Carlos.

Their sweat-drenched faces and glistening skins make them look like they've just stepped out of a fitness magazine.

You two can't help but watch as they leap and dive for the ball, their muscles flexing with every movement.

One of them, a tall, big, blonde-haired guy with piercing green eyes, caught Lea's eye. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, feeling a spark of attraction ignite within them.

"Boys, you look so heated! Why don't we go for a dive-in?" Lea says, getting on her feet once the game ends, pulling off her clothes, and locking her eyes with the hot dude.

You all watch Lea run naked into the waters as you all scream and whistle, mesmerized by her openness, cheekiness, and hot body.

The blonde dude wastes no time following her. They get further into the waters, now barely visible; she grabs herself tight to his neck, her face buried in his shoulder as they fuck.

Everyone in here is making you so horny, and you can't keep ignoring Carlos' sweaty and delicious body.

You need some fresh air! What are you saying?! You can't get fresher air!

Before you leave to get a drink, Lando approaches you. "What are you hiding beneath that?! You are the only one still with clothes on."

"A cute and hot swimsuit," you say, all confident and playful.

"LET US SEE!" Pippa turns her head still on Yuki's lap.

You slide down your dress slowly.

Carlos devorous you with his eyes.

"WOAH! WOAH!" Lance lets out.

Lando throws a kiss in the air as you walk to the bar to get a drink on your own.

You notice, when you turn back a few steps away, Carlos biting his fist, watching your ass sway as you go.

The music gets louder as you reach the house's massive pool. The modern Stroll mansion is a work of art.

The bonfire roars to life, sending flames shooting high into the air as the beach erupts into a frenzy of activity. People laugh and dance, others gather around the fire, and some jump into the pool.

Toto can't believe his eyes. That's you, and a lot of you is on display. He feels an instant sensation traveling through his body.

Toto's eyes wander all over you as you pass before him on the other side of the pool. He gets on his feet and jumps into the pool.

Heading toward the bar, swimming across to catch you in there. Just as the bartender gives you your drink and you sip it, you turn around to witness Toto stepping out of the pool, water running all over his muscular body. You can't help but follow the water down with your gaze.

"But if it's the Williams girl!"

"Hi, Mercedes boy!"

"Boy?!" he laughs a bit at that.

"I didn't see you at the yacht!"

"We were upstairs."

"And where are you now?"

You point in the distance to a miniature bonfire.

"Feeling better, then? I hope you are having a good time; you look like it." You sense his eyes going all over you without discretion.

"I am! You?" you suggestively bite and suck your straw. Is that how you are supposed to flirt?!

"Meh. Lawrence is a friend."

"You can join us if you want."

"Sure, I can pop by later. Don't drink too much," Toto says, stealing the drink from your hands, putting the straw in his mouth, and sipping it.

Toto wanders away from the party as he takes an important call. Being the boss requires 24/7 availability.

He is close to the Sainz Mansion, enough to overhear Carlos and Lando's conversation.

"Y/N looks so appetizing," Carlos says.

"The way he looked at you, man, she is just waiting for you to fuck her." Lando agrees and adds.

"Right?! I felt the same! I'm going to take Y/N to my bed as soon as I see her. I think I still have condoms upstairs. See you around."

Since everyone but you seem busy fucking and hooking up, and Carlos is nowhere near, apparently, you go for a walk to take in the beautiful surroundings.

It's your first time at St. Tropez, and it's as gorgeous as you heard. You venture to go exploring further past the Stroll's house.

Toto watches you from a distance, wandering all by yourself. He catches your step, and you more than gladly invite him to join you.

Soon, it's just the two of you alone in front of an empty mansion. It's a quiet, lonely beach, just for your voices and laughs as you talk about life, finding things in common, and starting to know each other.

He gets near the sea, dipping his feet in the water as he slowly walks in. You follow his steps. The wet sand feels soft against your toes.

Soon, you are standing before him, half your body inside the water, with the moon reflecting on the surface.

You feel Toto slowly pulling the string off your top, unwrapping the tight nod in your back and causing it to fall down to the sea.

The cold air hardens your nipples as well as your excitement. Toto looks down at your breasts.

The waves move your bodies against each other.

"Beautiful," he lets out and kisses your neck. Before cupping one of your tits and rubbing your nipple with one of his thumb fingers, licking it with his tongue, moving it in circles, playing with your nipple, arousing you before claiming your lips.

You kiss him hungrily, dancing on your tip toes, stroking yourself against him.

He pulls you tight against his naked, firm chest in a fast move, and proceeds to place a trail of kisses from your temple to your shoulders, where he starts to move down to your chest. His lips biting and sucking your nipples.

He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you by your thighs with a firm grip, and carries you deeper into the sea.

You feel your breasts rubbing on his skin, your naked skin brushing, making him get hard, or so you feel against your inner thigh.

Toto holds you in place by the ass as he starts pushing your body against his, up and down, slowly, as you two make out, your hands going all over his wet hair.

He then puts you down before making you turn around; you back against him, and you feel his now full erection on your ass cheeks as he rubs you against it while kissing your neck, squeezing and cupping your tits with both his big hands before moving to play with your nipples again.

The sensation sends you to heaven.

He starts sliding his big hand down your body, leaving a trail of warmth on your stomach. You feel his fingers sliding your bikini bottoms' light and small fabric to the side.

You sense the water brushing your pussy as Toto's index finger starts caressing your folds while he bites your ear lobe.

"I couldn't resist not being your first," Toto confesses. "You are an enigma that I want to unwrap slowly," he whispers to your ear.

You moan for him several times as he slowly and tenderly pushes his finger into you, exploring your insides.

"Warm and wet for me," he whispers, hot against your ear. You place your hand on his forearm with a tight grip.

"It feels so good," your voice is barely a whisper. Toto inserts a second finger inside you, giving you time to adjust to the feeling.

Then he starts fingering you, making you moan and say things that for sure will make you die of embarrasment tomorrow. He is torturing you with the pleasure of his different speed rhythms.

Just about when you start gasping for air, he leads your right hand inside his swim trunks to wrap it around his hard cock.

"Do it this way," Toto guides you as he reads the hesitation in your eyes. You start rubbing his dick as he keeps finger fucking you.

"Faster and in a twirling movement like this," he shows you how he likes it. It's great that you are a fast learner; you soon make him groan.

As you go on him, jerking him off, he bites your lip.

Minutes later, he pulls his dick out of his swim trunks and starts rubbing the tip of his cock between your ass cheeks as he groans loud and cums on you, grabbing your tits tight as you arch against him.

He softly pats, slaps, and squeezes your ass a couple of times as he claims your lips. You make him wrap his toned arms around you as you slide your hands all over them.

You keep kissing till you start to feel the chilly air. You get put together before Toto carries you back to the beach, where your bikini top is nowhere to be seen.

You can't return to the bonfire party topless like that.

He picks up his white linen shirt from the sand, places it on you, and buttons it up for you. Your naked breasts are still visible under the fabric.

You pull him closer, stealing him many more kisses. "Don't leave yet," you whisper against his lips.

You two lay on the sand. Well, Toto does. He places you on top of him as you keep exploring each other's bodies, tasting every corner and spot with your wet tongues, leaving traces everywhere.

You break the hot, wet kiss you are sharing to catch your breath.

"You should go back to your friends before they worry," he tells you, unconvinced.

"Oww," you whine.

"Okay, you win" he smiles against your mouth and continues kissing you, his hand squeezing your ass.

After a couple of minutes, he tells you. "I'll see you around, okay? We will make time for ourselves this week."

"Like, ahem, when?"

"Whenever you like."

You give him a couple of "final" goodbye kisses before he buries you beneath his body, shifting positions, placing himself on top of you and in between your legs, kissing you passionately, unable to pull away.

"Go," you push him away playfully. "I can't quit you". You steal him another quick kiss before he gets on his feet, dick looking hard again.

You return to your now completely drunk friends bonfire party with the biggest smile on earth, wearing a sizes bigger man's shirt with visibly no top beneath.

Seb and Leandra give you THE look.

And you go all red under their stares.

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skeletalgoats · 1 year ago

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Could I request for a !sub! Horangi x !Dom! Reader? Here me out :3

Horangi was acting too cocky on how he would be better in bed than you.

He obviously ment it as a joke but you took it a bit too seriously..

Then there he was.

Legs wide open as he whimpered, moaned and whine as you were there inbetween his legs teasing him using your fingers

Adding a finger after another,

As he begged you countless times to cum.

"Better than me?"

Summary: Horangi teased you constantly about how he would be way better than you in bed, but he quickly regretted those words when you had enough

Pairings: Horangi x GN!reader

Warnings: Blowjob, handjob, edging, masturbation, and you being a dick 😒

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long I was distracted with trying to work on some male reader fics 😭 also I decided to give Horangi some Y/N energy because I was in a goofy mood and needed to giggle at something ;P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡♡♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He really only meant it as a joke.

"Please...please I'm sorry I'm sorry...I didn't mean it..."

But you most definitely didn't take it as one.

Earlier today, Horangi began teasing you about how he would be so much better in bed than you are.

"You probably couldn't even make me cum once~"

"I could have you screaming my name in seconds~"

"Maybe you're just upset that I can easily draw such noises out of your pretty lips~"

But now there he was, his hands tied to his back with his legs forced wide open for you, as he made all sorts of desperate noises for you.

He would whimper, moan, groan, and let out little gasps and squeaks while you ran you tongue over his throbbing, red, and sensitive cock.

"Please...I take it back...Let me cum please I swear I'll be good for you, I-I swear...please"

He begged, but immediately stopped once you took all of him into your mouth, gliding your head up and down.

"Oh, fuck! Please...." He whimpered, throwing his head back.

He loved the feeling of your hot, wet mouth around his shaft.

"I-I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum!"

"Horangi, don't you dare cum yet.Don't you DARE."

But it was too late.

"Please....Please no I'm sorry I didn't mean to..I-I swear it was an accident-"

"Shut up." You interrupted him as you grabbed him and tossed him back onto the bed.

You heard a desperate whimper coming from him, pleading that you don't do whatever you're about to do, but you didn't care.You wanted him to learn his lesson.

You grabbed his dick, and started to jack him off at a fast pace.In return for this action you got Horangi bucking his hips up, whimpering.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck please please please...~"

Soon he was close.Really close.

Just as he's about to cum, you let go, watching him cry out as he realizes that his release isn't gonna come easy.

"no no no why would you do that?!"

Tears were streaming down his face.He was sobbing.He was desperate.Very desperate.But then again, he basically asked for this, so that's his fault.

You grabbed his dick again, and just like before, didn't let him cum.

Over and over again, you did the same thing.You grabbed his cock, stroked it until he was close, but never let him cum.

Until he couldn't take it anymore.

He with a scream, Horangi kicked you back and snapped the ropes that tied him back.

"I can't do this I need it!I need it so fucking bad!"

And with that, you watched as he grabbed his own cock and jerked himself off, followed up by whimpers and moans leaving his lips.

He was on his back, legs spread out infront of you while his hands glided up and down around his dick fast.It was one of the most pornographic things you have ever seen before.

Within a couple of moments, Horangi cums the hardest he ever has.His semen spurts out from the air to his own stomach.

"Oh fuck yeah, that felt good..."

You said nothing, you sat there speechless from what you just saw.

Horangi may not have realized it, but it turns out he still managed to find a way to leave you unsatisfied and flustered, even when he's unaware of his surroundings and what he's doing.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #kim horangi hong jin #horangi x you #horangi smut #horangi x reader #horangi cod #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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itjazzbicch · 1 year ago

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As Real As It Gets

Pairing: Kung Lao x ProWrestler!Fem Reader

Summary: Much like her older brother Johnny Cage, the reader finds fame and glory in the professional wrestling industry, becoming friends with Johnny's new friends after becoming an Earthrealm champion and finding a connection with Kung Lao...

Requested by: @kombatkid (I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings: Kung Lao is a sweetie pie in this (Lol, it's just fluff!)

Word Count: 1.3k

"Come on, sis! You got this!"

"Yeah! Come on!"

Coming from a small farm town, I thought I'd never make it this far. Many people told me I was a joke for wanting to be a professional wrestler. However, after seeing my older brother, Johnny, make it as a megastar in Hollywood, I found the motivation to chase my dream and succeed.

On the grandest stage of them all, in the main event with the women's world championship on the line, it was undeniably the roughest match I've had in my career; I had already gone an hour in this match, on my back, and trying to breathe as my opponent was down as well, but Johnny and my friends cheering me on gave me the strength I need to jump back up.

The crowd was going nuts as my opponent made it back to her feet as well, but I was a step ahead of her, the commentary screaming as I hit my finisher:

"I think we will have a new champion tonight because that girl just got CAGED!"

No one has ever kicked out of my finisher while climbing up to this moment, my opponent no different as the referee counted to three, the bell ringing and everyone losing it, bringing me to tears as I heard the announcer:

"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW Women's World Champion, Y/N CAGE!"

Fireworks and confetti started popping off, and I was on top of the world, climbing to the top turnbuckle with the title high in the air, smiling brighter than ever as I heard Johnny over the roaring crowd:

"HELL YEAH! THAT'S MY BABY SISTER!"

His screaming made me giggle a little, seeing that he was live streaming, of course, and the person next to him caught my attention:

"Knew you'd win, Y/N!"

Kung Lao.

Johnny dragged him along, seeing Raiden came too, but my eyes stayed locked into Lao's as I reminisced momentarily.

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"I understand why Lord Lui Kang chose Johnny. He is a martial artist, but isn't professional wrestling fake?"

"Fake?!" I scoffed at Lao; He just had to say the one thing that pissed me off most.

Johnny had to show me everything after meeting all of them, and it was mind-blowing but fun as we all shared a love for combat. I intended to show Lao some of my skills by offering a sparring session during a workout just for him to say that.

"Isn't it?" Lao pestered, not believing that it was a serious and physically demanding sport, also not knowing that I, much like Johnny, also knew martial arts.

"I don't know," My tongue clicked, catching him off guard, jumping into a head scissors, spinning around his body, and flipping him to the ground with a good grip on his arm, keeping him in an armbar that I could've easily broke his arm with, "Was that fake, Kung Lao?"

"N-No," He swallowed, shocked but starting to smile up at me, "That was very impressive! As real as it gets!"

"Going to take me seriously now?" That was more of a warning as I twisted his arm, not even putting much pressure, but he was quickly spitting out:

"Yes! Of course!"

"Hahaha!" I laughed, letting go and standing up, leaning in his face and booping his nose, "You better if you know what's good for you."

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Since that day, we had this connection and became great friends. He even learned more about wrestling so he could talk to me about it, which warmed my heart.

Now that the cameras weren't rolling, I jumped out of the ring and over the barricade to hug Johnny, on top of the world as he squeezed and cheered:

"I knew you could do it, sis! I'm so proud."

"Thank you," I smiled, sniffling as I went to Lao next, his hug even more embracing than Johnny's, the passion I felt in it making me tear up more, out of happiness, having to hide my flustered smile as Lao whispered in my ear:

"Congratulations, champ. I'm proud of you, too."

I didn't know what it was about Lao's words that made my heart skip beats; I tried to hide my nerves by picking my head up with a smile, teasing Lao and Raiden:

"Thanks. Surprised you two left the academy."

"We wouldn't miss this for the world, Y/N," Lao smiled into my eyes, my cheeks heating, needing to take my eyes off him, traveling to Raiden as he smiled:

"That was incredible! Congratulations."

"Go have fun with the crowd," Johnny encouraged, snapping a picture with me before winking, "We'll meet you in the back."

Nodding, I was actually talking to Lao as I batted my lashes and smiled:

"See you back there."

One thing that also led to my success was my fans, so I did as Johnny said and celebrated with them. It was undoubtedly the best night of my life. The fans wouldn't stop cheering even after I exited, my coworkers congratulated me in the back, and my emotions returned as I had an interview.

I knew tonight would be wild as I heard Johnny in the back mentioning a party I was ready for. After getting showered and changed, I couldn't stop smiling at the title that was now around my waist, exiting the locker room while staring at it till I heard:

"Hey, Champ."

"Kung Lao," I smiled at him, flashing my title, "I'm never going to get tired of hearing that."

"Always be proud," He smiled back, holding my shoulder, "You earned it."

"Thank you again," I breathed in, ready to take on the night, "You coming to the party Johnny has planned for me?"

"Of course, it has to stay lively somehow," He joked, both of us laughing, but my eyes fixed on his hand reaching into his pocket, "But there's something that I'd like to give you first if that's okay?"

"What is it?" I nodded, heart fluttering again as he pulled out a small box, opening it and revealing a beautiful opal gemstone circled in by smaller, sparkling stones. The most gorgeous necklace I'd ever seen.

"I know that it's nothing like a world title, but-" He was nervous for a change, taking a step closer and gazing deeply into my eyes, "I think it fits you, and I wanted to give you more than just a congratulations."

"I love it," I meant graciously, smiling at the opal stone shining against the light, my breaths quiet but quick as he took the necklace by its clasp, only an inch away from my cheek as he put it on me, picking his head up as it sat perfectly in the middle of my chest, whispering:

"I knew it'd look beautiful on you."

That made my cheeks so warm that I couldn't look at him, smiling down at the necklace and whispering back:

"I adore it so much, Lao."

I wanted to keep telling him how much I appreciated his gift; I was so grateful but unsure what words to use. So, I hugged him instead. There was something about it feeling so right as he hugged me back, his arms wrapped around my waist with mine around his neck.

"I'm glad that you love it," Squeezing a little, I finally fell into the pool of confidence that I had, kissing his cheek softly, teasing with a whisper:

"Who knew that you were such a sweetie pie?"

Something must've rushed through him, my small peck and words having him squeezing me a bit harder, much more confident than me as his lips found mine, the soft touch sending me head over heels and taking my breath away.

"I'd like only you to know that," He whispered as our lips parted; our attention diverted as we heard from a hall:

"And all you Cage-oholics, stay tuned because this party train is going all night!"

Shaking my head at Johnny's words, I knew we didn't have much more time alone there. Quickly locking my eyes back into Lao's, kissing one last time:

"I like the sound of that."

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x y/n #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat fluff #mortal kombat oneshot #kung lao #kung lao x reader #kung lao x y/n #kung lao imagine #kung lao fluff #kung lao oneshot #request #read and enjoy

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kasagiggles · 9 months ago

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HELLLOOOOOOO!!!!! >:D

may I ask mizuruikasa with mizuki and rui as lers and tsukasa as lee?? (in a romantic way, but only if u okay w this. u can write it in a platonic way if u want)

i really love ur works! have a good day :3

LEEKASA LEEKASA LEEKASA

hello hello hellooo :3

thank you so much for this request omg it was so so cute and fun to write!!! ALSO IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE MY WORKS AGHH THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

anyways i hope you enjoy ! 🩷

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

warnings: tickles!!

ler(s) : rui, mizuki

lee(s) : tsukasa

“do you know what happens to people who skip a date so they can practice their lines, tenma..?” mizuki teased, as she made herself at home on his hips.

the poor boy was stretched across the floor, pinned down and completely vulnerable in front of his partners. with rui sitting on his arms, and mizuki on his waist. he was absolutely flustered. “y-you don’t get it!! i really need to get this right! i’ve never played a character like this before…” he squirmed underneath their weight. mizuki and rui were fully okay with the fact that he had missed out on their date, the two knew how important acting was to him. realistically, they just wanted to see their boyfriend smile and laugh. his cheeks were burning a bright red color, he hated being so exposed. but when he was with those two, he knew he was always in good hands.

“p-please just spare me! i love you both, i swear i do!” he began to beg, kicking his legs up and down. mizuki and rui exchanged an evil glance, before they both looked down at their boyfriend. “sorry, my star… but this is your punishment.” rui said with a sinister giggle. that was the last thing tsukasa heard before he felt a gentle pair of hands roam around his stomach. “G-GYAH! STAHAWP!” he screamed, trying to turn away from the soft fingers. mizuki gently glided her nails across his stomach, she had just gotten her nails done, and the sensation was enough to drive tsukasa mad. he clenched his eyes shut, laughter threatening to pour out of his lips. “hmm.. seems like you’re being difficult today.” mizuki muttered under her breath, in an instant, tsukasa felt the cold air hit his skin as his shirt was lifted to his chest.

his eyes shot open with a gasp as he attempted to sit up. “s-stohop! don’t you dare!” he said with a wobbly smile. tsukasas stomach was incredibly sensitive, and his partners knew exactly how to take advantage of that. with his arms under ruis weight, he had no way of protecting himself, and had to watch as mizukis hands slowly descended back to his stomach. as soon as she touched him he flinched, with a quiet giggle. once her nails began to gently caress his soft skin, a waterfall of giggles came pouring out of his mouth. “I HAHATE YOU GUYS!” he screamed as his laughter grew in intensity. the two gasped in unison at his statement. “how dare you speak to us that way!!” mizuki joked, she paused, before lifting her hands up. tsukasa let out a sigh of relief.

he jolted when he felt a singular nail begin to circle ever so slowly around his belly button. if you knew tsukasa, you’d know his belly button is one of his worst spots. “oh my gohod…. plehease… i’ll do anything, not there…” he whined, trying to stay as still as he could. mizuki giggled, “anything, you say?” he urgently nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. mizuki sat up, removing her hands from his belly. tsukasas eyes filled with hope, maybe he could get out of this.

his hope was shattered in an instant as he suddenly felt a finger begin to scratch at his belly button without warning. the scream that followed was enough to alert the neighbours. he cried and wailed, squirming like his life depended on it. “GYAHAHAAHA STOHOHOP!!!” he pleaded as rui and mizuki both enjoyed the bright smile on his face. “sorry, you’re just too cute when you’re like this.” mizuki smiled at him.

“why don’t we step it up a little bit?” rui suggested, earning a groan from the laughing tsukasa. mizuki nodded in agreeement. before he could register anything. tsukasa felt a pair of hands scratch underneath his arms, he felt himself going into hysterics. it was so gentle, yet so unbearable. he pulled with all his might but could not free his arms from ruis weight. while he was distracted by ruis attack, mizuki leaned down, and began to plant warm kisses all over his stomach. at this point, tsukasa was losing it. he laughed and cried and kicked until he couldn’t anymore, as the torment continued and the fingers skittered across his body. his hair was messy from the struggle, and tears began to form in the corner of his eyes.

they began to slow down, admiring the giggly tsukasa. after what felt like forever, the tickles stopped, although tsukasa was still on edge, as he tried to catch his breath. he panted as they rubbed his skin, getting rid of leftover tingles. sweat dripped down his face, as he started to complain. “you guys are… the worst…” he uttered. “but i love you so much.”

i love lee kasa

#sfw tickling community #sfw tk blog #project sekai tickles #i love lee tsukasa #lee!tsukasa #ler!mizuki #ler!rui

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mystwrites · 1 year ago

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Upper Moon Tickle HCs + Rui & Enmu

A/N: And we have finally finished the HCs! If anyone wants solo HCs that go in depth with a character, send an ask in!

Akaza (Upper Moon 3)

- THE MOST TICKLISH OF THE UPPER MOONS!!!

- Will swear he isn’t ticklish if the question is prompted. He will adamantly deny it and if he gets tickled, he will claim he HATES it until he literally explodes with laughter

- Screams, kicks, bites and punches if he doesn’t really like the demon but can’t do much after a certain point

- Doesn’t often launch tickle attacks unless it’s Douma or Kokushibo but willingly will team up with the others if he’s in a good mood or engage in the chaotic tickle fights

- Akaza is ticklish all over his body but his weak spots are his sides, stomach and thighs

- Everyone just assumes that Akaza has ticklish feet but no one ever successfully tickled him there since he has one of the strongest kicks. Douma tried and his head went flying into Gyokko’s pot (Gyokko was very pissed at Douma)

- Blowing raspberries on Akaza’s belly makes him laugh so hard he falls silent

- Everyone loves hearing Akaza laugh. He has the cutest giggles and his hard belly laugh makes everyone around him laugh until they can’t breathe

- Doesn’t really prefer to be pinned down and tickled but doesn’t mind if he can squirm and flail around and eventually roll away when he had enough

- Gets EXTREMELY flustered when someone teases him. His face goes bright red

- In his human life, tickling was a fun and silly way to bond with his father until he got sick

- Koyuki would be a constant target of playful pokes to her sides or stomach during the end of her illness but when she fully recovered, she turned the tables on Akaza

- Loved to point out that Akaza was more ticklish than she was, it embarrassed him but he let her tickle him each time

- Keizo has caught them more than once engaging in a rather hilarious tickle fight. He was very happy to see Koyuki and Akaza happy together

- Tickling was their way of flirting with one another since both of them couldn’t flirt in any other way

- Overall, Akaza has a very positive view when it comes to tickling. He does enjoy it but will always and forever act like he hates it

Douma (Upper Moon 2)

- TICKLE MONSTER ALERT!!!

- Tickles anyone he sets his sights on and anyone who he can catch. Everyone in the vicinity RUN from him

- Starts EVERY tickle fight and was the source of a month long tickle war between Enmu, Rui, Gyutaro, Daki, Akaza and himself

- Scares everyone by telling them he will attempt to tickle Muzan. He never does and is just bluffing but it never fails to make the others shake in fear

- Loves to tickle Akaza for an unknown reason. Everyone asks him but he doesn’t really have an answer other than “I decided to do it once and it was fun so I constantly tickle him”

- Was the first demon to tickle Gyutaro and he got his fingers chomped off

- He was also the first to tickle Kokushibo and survive

- Douma never knew if he was ticklish until becoming a demon. He knew what tickling was but never experienced it due to his occupation as well as never feeling connected with anyone in his cult to allow them to touch him unless it was on his terms

- Is the definition of “can’t take what you dish”. Douma is VERY ticklish. Not as ticklish as Akaza but right up there with him

- Air ticklish, Douma is one of the few Upper Moons who is air ticklish!!

- Tickling is one of two things that can fluster him. He goes red in the face when he knows he’s about to get tickled. Teasing combined with the tickling flusters Douma even more

- Kokushibo found his reaction to be hilarious because Douma acted all nervous before the tickles began but once he actually got tickled, he clearly enjoyed it and silently begged for more once he stopped

- His laugh is adorable but is a hot mess. Douma snorts, hiccups, screams, squeals and wheezes. He has the funniest laugh out of all the demons and gets tickled just so the others can enjoy his wild laughter

- Douma LOVES being tickled but can’t ask for it directly due to tickling being one of two things that flusters him. He can ask for more after the tickling stops but just says “I didn’t mean it!” if he actually does end up screaming “stop”

- Unlike most the other demons, Douma likes being pinned down or ganged up on. He thinks it’s fun to be helpless for once

- Douma is ticklish everywhere but his armpits, hips and feet are his most ticklish spots that get him begging for mercy

- Very squirmy and wiggles around a lot but tries to not kick out or flail his arms. If his feet are tickled however, Douma will instinctively kick and could potentially cause a limb to fly clean off. It never happened yet

- His ears, thighs, neck and tummy are also very sensitive but are significantly less ticklish than his three weak spots

- The backs of Douma’s knees are his secret tickle spot. Only Kokushibo knows he’s ticklish there and tickles Douma there all the time

- Receiving raspberries is Douma’s all time favorite thing. He loves it despite all of the begging and squirming he does

- Overall, Douma finds tickling to be fun on both ends. He acts all big and bad when he’s the one tickling but once the tables turn on him, he can’t take what he dishes and honestly loves it

Kokushibo (Upper Moon 1)

- Everyone was absolutely terrified to tickle him

- He swore he wasn’t going to involve himself in the childish game of tickling despite envying the younger demons engaging in week long tickle fights

- He also would say “I’m too old for this” whenever Douma asked him to join the tickle fight

- Tickled Douma out of curiosity one day and became much more open to tickling the others

- Uses tickling as a form of non-violent punishment for when the demons act up. If no one gets violent, he will most likely scold them and add tickling if the demons are especially stubborn

- Caught Gyutaro and Daki “bullying” poor Enmu and Rui and tickled the siblings until they gave in and apologized. They had a new fear of their superior afterwards

- Has tickle fights with Douma but wins each time

- Openly admitted to Douma that he used to be ticklish when the topic arose

- It took a while for anyone to discover his ticklishness. He’s GOOD at hiding his reactions unless a few specific spots are targeted

- Douma and Akaza in a rare moment decided to try and find out if Kokushibo was ticklish. They succeeded but both got tickled for their actions. Kokushibo wasn’t mad though, he was actually surprised and honestly very impressed they succeeded

- Has a variety of different laughs. His ticklish laughter starts off with sputtering but it changes to a low chuckle. After a good minute or two, his deep belly laughter starts up and is filled with soft squeals and snorts

- Kokushibo’s most ticklish spots are his armpits, just above his hipbones and the soles of his feet but his ears and neck are pretty sensitive as well

- Sometimes asks Douma for back tickles just because he likes how they feel and finds it relaxing

- Overall, he enjoys tickling and always had a good experience with it. He views tickling as a fun away to bond with others and enjoys the fact that he can use tickling to force his subordinates to obey him

Gyutaro & Daki (Upper Moon 6)

- These two always have tickle fights amongst each other

- These two are actually slightly less ticklish than Kokushibo but laugh harder and louder than he does

- Whether or not the siblings enjoy tickling is all up to how they’re feeling at the given moment. If they’re not desiring to be tickled, they will pull a disappearing act and be gone within seconds

- Gyutaro enjoys both ends of tickling depending on his mood while Daki prefers to be the ler but often finds herself being Gyutaro’s victim

- Daki hates being teased. Gyutaro teases her too much for her liking and often baby talks her. She gets ANGRY whenever Douma copies Gyutaro and tries to tease her

- They enjoy the chaotic tickle fights Douma causes

- Gyutaro is the screamer and will scratch, kick, throw punches, swear and bite if he sees a hand within biting range. Douma and Akaza both lost fingers because of him

- Gyutaro will also decide to smirk and eat his ler’s severed fingers which only adds to his suffering

- Unlike her brother, Daki will not bite or get violent. Instead, she sticks her tongue out and attempts to lick her ler’s arm or hand in hopes that it grosses them out enough for them to stop.

- It worked on almost everyone who has been involved in Douma’s tickle fights except for Douma himself. It hilariously works on Gyutaro each time and it pisses him off because he thinks it’s disgustingly childish

- Daki loves to get Gyutaro in trouble whenever Douma is in a ler mood. She screams and Gyutaro is summoned but she just decides to leave him. He hates that she does this to him

- Both have similar ticklish spots with their armpits, stomachs and ribs being very sensitive but Gyutaro’s feet and thighs are way more ticklish than Daki’s and Daki has a very ticklish neck

- Surprisingly, Daki isn’t affected much by raspberries. Gyutaro on the other hand will be sent to Heaven, Hell and back to Earth if a raspberry is blown on his belly

- Overall, the two only have fond memories of tickling with each other. With others it’s all on their terms whether or not they will allow it and enjoy it

Enmu (Lower Moon 1)

- The most ticklish demon of the 12 Kizuki. More ticklish than Akaza and Rui surprisingly!

- Had never been tickled as a human so the feeling of tickling was always a mystery to him. He knew what it was but was always lost in thought and didn’t bother to even attempt to experience tickling

- Douma was the first to tickle Enmu and the two discovered that he was ridiculously ticklish

- Laughs before being touched. Wiggling fingers sends Enmu into a fit of hysterics. He’s air ticklish just like Douma

- Flails all over the place

- Enmu’s ticklish laugh is completely different from his laugh while taunting his victims. According to Rui, Enmu’s ticklish laugh sounds like a crow, it’s wild and filled with screams, snorts, squeals and wheezed

- Begs and tries to negotiate whenever he knows he will be tickled. Nothing works and Enmu just gets tickled anyways no matter how enticing he can make his deals sound

- Really enjoys being tickled even though it doesn’t always happen. Will be able to easily avoid getting caught if he isn’t in the mood to be tickled or join in on one of the daily tickle fights

- Douma convinced him and Rui to be a part of his chaotic tickle fights with the other Upper Moons (he knew Enmu wanted to be in the good graces of his superiors)

- Tickle fights aren’t fights that Enmu is strategically good at and he often needs Rui’s assistance since he can’t take any of his upper ranked buddies down

- He has successfully tickled all the lower ranks but his favorite demon is Rui. The two are pretty good friends and constant have tickle fights amongst one another

- Enmu uses his BDA more often to tickle others if he is aware he can’t overpower them with sheer strength. He’s quite physically weak compared to his comrades and needs his BDA more often than he would want to admit

- Gyutaro and Daki call him a cheater anytime he uses it but his defense is that he isn’t an upper rank so he has an acception. Douma accepted that and allows Rui and Enmu both to use their BDA

- He gives tickle dreams to his victims!

- Enmu is a weirdo and sometimes uses his BDA on himself when he’s bored or if he doesn’t want anyone else tickling him and he desires tickles

- Akaza and Douma caught him using his BDA on himself and the poor demon was so embarrassed cuz the two ended up teasing him relentlessly. Enmu was red in the face when he woke up

- He is the most ticklish on his hips, thighs and armpits but his hands are pretty ticklish as well as his ears. Playing with Enmu’s ears is something Rui finds hilarious

- Douma recently discovered that Enmu is very ticklish right below his bellybutton and squeezed that spot anytime he can tickle the dream demon now

- Much to everyone’s shock, Enmu’s feet are his least ticklish spot. He still laughs quite a bit but his feet don’t warrant the same reaction as his hips or thighs

Rui (Lower Moon 5)

- Often a target of tickle attacks

- He’s surprisingly less ticklish than Enmu but is way more ticklish than Akaza

- Had no idea he was ticklish. His parents never really tickled him due to his weak body and were scared tickling him even if it was gentle would lead to a series of health complications

- Screams and flails about during a tickle attack but doesn’t try to hurt anyone. He can’t control his reactions and will punch or kick on accident

- Had to be held in a specific way or else a limb will get kicked or punched clean off

- Shares a special bond with Akaza and always wants Akaza to tickle him. Akaza always obliges and tickles Rui because he likes the spider demon

- Douma is his second favorite ler just because Douma is incredibly playful. Douma was also the first demon to tickle him

- He wants to ask Kokushibo some day for tickles after he witnessed Gyutaro, Daki and Kaigaku get wrecked by him but he gets too nervous to approach him and ask

- Gets into tickle fights with Enmu all the time and wins

- Was convinced to join the Upper Moon tickle fights and can hold his own without his BDA most of the time

- Douma allows Rui to use his BDA if he wants to since he isn’t an upper ranked demon but Rui barely uses it unless he feels like it’s necessary or he’s outnumbered

- He’s a real strategist and can last longer than Enmu and Daki surprisingly

- If he doesn’t want tickles, he will wrap his tickler up in webs and leave them tied up and hanging from the ceiling. Kokushibo wonders why he sees his fellow demons strung up on the ceiling but finds it very funny and amusing, especially if Douma and Akaza are above him

- His most ticklish spots are his stomach, feet and armpits

- His thighs are also pretty ticklish and if he’s squirming around, chances are he gets thigh tickles until he stops kicking

- Rui is very temperamental when it comes to being tickled. If he doesn’t want tickles, he will avoid it and be difficult to catch but when he does want to be tickled, all it takes is one poke to his sides and he’s down. Overall, he does enjoys it on his own terms

#demon slayer tickling #tickle headcanons #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer headcanons #akaza #douma #kokushibo #gyutaro #kny daki #kny rui #enmu

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skznccmlee · 1 year ago

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Skz Tickle Headcanons cuz why not (Middle & Maknae Line Edition)

Hyung Line Edition

(Gifs are not mine)

Hyunjin

93% lee, 7% ler

Almost never the ler

Honestly, I think Hyunjin as a ler can have 2 sides

The soft and super cute one

Just affectionate tickles when members are feeling bad/when he wants to show affection that way

AND THE MEAN ONE

When feels playful or members (Changbin) annoy him a lot

Or just cuz he finds them (Jeongin and/or Felix) too cute to resist

Teases in his mean side, compliments in his soft side

Now

AS A LEE

We all know he's the biggest lee in Skz

Pretends he hates being tickled, but he actually loves it

Also the most ticklish one among the members

Constantly debating with Jeongin about that

But he's certainly most ticklish

I just know it okayyyyy

TOO SENSITIVE TO TOOLS

HE'S ADORABLE

Paint brushes have him dead

We all know his laugh

Dramatic screams and loud laugh like "HAAAAA HAHAHAHA"

Too cute

Worst spots are DEFINITELY sides

His belly is TOO bad too

Tickles Changbin, Chan, Felix and Jeongin the most

Tickled by Chan, Minho and Seungmin the most

Tickle fights with Felix, I just know it

101/10 ticklish overall-

Jisung

86% lee 14% ler

He's not often the ler tho

But certainly likes being it

He's like a lee-leaning-switch but without noticing

Still a ler tho

AND A VERY GOOD ONE

He takes his time to explore worst spots of his members

And then is when he attacks for real

Playful ler

Playful tickles, lots of teases, some tools sometimes

He also has his soft side

But being honest

That one's just for Felix-

Anyway

As a lee

He's too ticklish to handle it

But certainly loves it

Squirmy lee

Cute

When someone hits any spot too sensitive he starts kicking the air and squirming way more

He keeps saying "stop" but actually feels secretly sad when members actually stop

Not much sensitive to feathers

Meanwhile to paint brushes...

He dies

Worst spot is sides. I know it

BUT

His knees are pretty bad too

Tickles Jeongin, Felix and Chan the most

Tickled by Minho, Chan and Changbin the most

Again, 3racha tickle fights

8.9/10 ticklish overall

Felix

91% lee 9% ler

Another one who's not much of a ler

But he's a really good one

He's not that mean of a ler

He's more like a soft+mean+playful all at once one

Just like if we put his looks with his voice together

When he tickles any of the members, almost always he's the one being tickled at the end-

Members just know how to make the tables turn

He can be very teasy, but when he's more in the soft side, he's just like "awwww" and little giggles at any reaction

Cute ler being honest

It's the kinda ler you can ask for tickles without any worries of being judged

Now

Lee Felix as a lee (bro it's in his name literally-)

Cutest happy laughs

He's so cute

Squirms a lot

Can't handle tickling, but we all know he loves it

FLUSTERED LEE AS HELL

One tease and he's in the floor all blushed

Chan takes advantage of that

Also does Hyunjin-

VERY SENSITIVE TO TOOLS

Specially paint brushes and hairbrushes

Members love to tickle him, and he loves being tickled by members

Perfect combination

His worst spot is DEFINITELY waist

At least as far as I've watched

Yk that game of Pick-Out-The Radish they played in Choiskz??

He started to squirm and laugh louder once someone tickled his waist

AND

The tickle challenge from the The Sound promotion's live

He broke when someone tickled his waist

Ribs are also pretty bad, I know it

Tickles Hyunjin, Jeongin and maybe Jisung the most

Tickled by Chan, Hyunjin, Jisung and Changbin the most

Tickle fights with Hyunjin

8.9/10 ticklish overall

Seungmin

46% ler 54% lee

Actually, likes a lot being the ler

He's a menace

He just tickles the members whenever

Doesn't care what are they doing at the moment

Like that time he was tickling Hyunjin in that video when they reached #1 on Billboard200 with Oddinary

Yeah

He's not much of a teasy ler

More tickles less talk

But that's enough to wreck any of the members-

Constantly attacking 00line+Jeongin

They're also like the most ticklish ones-

Chan and Minho are pretty bad too

But come on

Unlike Changbin that just goes, Seungmin won't tickle them without thinking about it like a thousand times before

As a lee he's just too cute💔

Doesn't hate being tickled, but doesn't like it

He just

Dislikes it

Not as ticklish as the other members, but still pretty ticklish

Feather ticklish

His laugh is BEAUTIFUL

Yk that live where Chan, Felix and Jeongin tickle him on his belly??

AND THE LAUGH💔💔💔💔💔

IT'S SOOOO CUTE💔💔💔💔

Pretty sensitive to paint brushes just like everyone on this list

Hates it when someone uses that thing on him

Not cuz he hates it like hates

But it's too much for him that he can't stand it

Members tickle him to make him smile and show him his smile is the most beautiful thing in this world<3

Worst spot is like his whole belly

Including bellybutton

Tickles Hyunjin, Jeongin and maybe Jisung and Felix the most

Tickled by Chan, Minho, Changbin and Jeongin the most

Tickle fights with Jeongin<3

Vocalracha things

7.4/10 ticklish overall

Jeongin

90% lee 10% ler

Okay, Jeongin is much more of the lee

Butttttt

He's also a very good ler

Giggles along with whoever he's tickling

That makes them way more flustered-

He can't stay in the same spot too much

He's constantly changing

But he does it when you least expect

ANTICIPATION KING

He knows how to make his members beg for the tickles to already start cuz it's too nervous for them

Puts his hand in one of the most sensitive spots

The other one in worst spot

And just stays like that while grins at them

Sometimes he rubs those spots to make it even more flustering

Doesn't tickle them til they beg for it

Sounds mean, but he's actually so sweet

NOW

LEE JEONGIN

Alright, this guy is EXTREMELY ticklish

He's all type of ticklish

Air ticklish, feather ticklish, ticklish to tools

He's ticklish literally everywhere

EVERYWHERE

There isn't a spot where this guy is not ticklish

The most tickled by the members

We've noticed

He's tickled ALL the time

All

The

Time

He has no escape

Doesn't laugh too loud

It's like little giggles

More squirms less giggles

Ends up too tired after tickled

Cutie baby bread

We love

We all know this but his worst spot is his neck

He literally said it himself

And it's kinda evident-

Dislikes skinship cuz it tickles too much

That also was said by him

Tickles Seungmin the most

And maybe Hyunjin and Changbin

Tickled the most by like everyone-

But specially Seungmin, Jisung and Hyunjin

As I said before

Vocalracha tickle fights<3

100/10 ticklish overall

#tickle #lee #tickle community #tickle content #tickle thoughts #skz tickle headcanons #stray kids tickle #skz tickle #stray kids tickle headcanons #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #just a lee talking #sfw tickle community #skz

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 1 year ago

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Code Blue Ch. 31- Forever

Summary: Lee and Jo get down right busy. A disturbing call messes with her mind and causes a dramatic fight. A truth begins to unravel. Lee and Jo share a bittersweet moment. Lee awakes alone and determined.

*Warnings* strong language, smut, angst, mild violence, heartbreak

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Ethan

Salem, Massachusetts

March 1, 2023

Noon

After your playtime on the ice with Lee and all the kids that morning, you followed your dreamy doctor back to his old house so you could help him pack up more of his and Jacob's things.

As you got to the kitchen sink, dying of thirst for ice water, you heard the music kick on and then you were suddenly spun around by Lee, being aggressively hoisted up onto the counter with his lips passionately pressing into yours.

Locking your legs around his back and gripping his neck, you pulled every part of him against you, deeply kissing him back.

Lee's breaths were heavy and his moans filled with desire as his hands slipped under the back of your shirt, groping your bare skin. His lips were succulently soft as they traveled over your neck, his cock was crazy hard as he grinded between your legs.

"You weren't kidding about picking up where we left off this morning, were you?" you gasped with a giggle, just before he yanked the button of his jeans free.

His radiant perfect smile appeared before he quickly spoke, then took your mouth again, this time accompanied by his velvety warm tongue.

"I can't get enough of you."

"Right back at ya babe." you panted out as you lifted his shirt off and flung it through the air. You felt like this tiny little doll sitting before this ridiculously tall and muscular magic man, yet the two of you fit perfectly together like a glove. A magic man he was, as the song playing was just that, and you had to agree, a pretty man came to you and you'd never seen eyes so blue.

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Off your shirt went, then your boots and finally your leggings as Lee slid them under your butt and tugged them off. Reclaiming your mouth, he held your face gently with one hand as he worked that magic with his other hand, popping your bra clasp apart with one try.

As he stood gazing at you with his sultry sapphires, you traced your fingers down his happy trail to unzip his jeans, then carefully maneuvered them over his magic seeping manhood. Lee kicked them off, then grasped your hips, pulling your bottom to the edge of the counter.

Simultaneously, he pushed his mouth back onto yours and his solid cock into your entrance. Your head flung back, your lips releasing his as you cried out his name. Lee's aggression now subsided and he began to rock into you with gentle shallow thrusts until he filled you up. Once your wetness covered him, his pace accelerated as his groans delved into your ear.

"H..hold on..to me." he panted and picked you up, still in union with him and carried you to the couch, then skillfully laid you down while remaining inside of you.

His hand slid under your thigh and pulled your leg up, holding it there while he resumed his grinding thrusts, his hard breaths grunting out relentless f bombs as your nails scratched down his perspiring back.

"Fuck...Jo...I'm...I'm... not going to...make it." Lee spurted out as he clenched his eyes shut and held completely still, his body trembling.

You don't know what happened. Maybe it was what he said or how he said it, or the fact his words proved what you did to him...all you knew was that his desire for you that brought him so quickly to the brink, also brought you there like a runaway train, crashing right into him.

"Just let it go baby...I'm right there with you..." you gasped out, then began bucking your hips up into him, coaxing him to move with you.

Lee did just that, fiercely pumping you until he exploded into skin smacking thrusts. You screamed out as your core curled into a tingly knot and then your climax unwound, powering through your walls like a a high magnitude earthquake over his racing cock and continued on right down your legs...and then he too, came insanely undone.

"Goddddd ahhhhhhh....fuuuckkk...fuck...fuuuuucking christ Jo...." he roared into the pillow beneath you, in sync with every vigorous jerk of his release.

Lee laid for a moment, motionless over you as he recaptured his breath that you stole from him, and he didn't care, for he would give it all to you if you ever needed it. He had no words for the way you made him feel, and not just physically, although he wouldn't be as so shy to say that you rock him like a hurricane....but...it was the way you made his heart, mind and soul feel....alive and that he was worth something. You were his entire world and he could never imagine that world without you, for it would destroy him.

"Hey..." you whispered. "What are you thinking about?"

Lee raised his head from your pillow and just gazed at you with incredulous love.

"You....you're all I think about. I love you...so much Jo."

He then brought his lips to yours with a most tender kiss. You never thought it possible to love someone this much...but you did....forever.

"Well...we have now officially consummated each of your homes." you giggled.

"THAT...we sure did." he laughed and gave you an eskimo kiss. "So...did you find the pot of gold?"

Now you laughed, remembering that you told him to lead you to it just before you both left the skating rink.

"Jackpot baby!" you shouted and then held his face. "I...I love you more you know...forever."

"Nope..no way. Not possible."

"Bet?"

"Bet.." he quipped and tickled you.

"Ok..Ok!! Stopppp...you win...for now. I reeeally need to get some water." you chuckled.

"Allllright...yeah, I reeeeally need to get some work done...so uhh, do you have any plans tonight?" Lee asked as he let you up.

"Yeah, actually I do. I have this reeeally hot date with the hottest man I have ever seen. A magic man. He's coming to my new apartment for dinner."

"Oh, is that so? Well shit...I'm a bit jealous here. I thought I was the hottest magic man you had ever seen? I feel so used and abused."

"Yeah alright, you got me. It's you. It's always been you." you winked and headed into the kitchen to gather your scattered clothing and rehydrate.

Just then, Lee's phone beeped.

"Hey man...it's me...Can we talk? Please?? Let me make things right."

"The only way you can make things right is if you fuck off Ethan." Lee replied and threw his phone down, then went to get dressed.

Straight for a shot of whiskey, Lee went as you were dressing beside him, sensing something was wrong from the way his jaw was clenched.

"Hey baby...what is it?"

"That fucking....I can't even. Ethan.." he griped as he slammed the cupboard door shut. "He just sent me a text asking to talk and try to make things right...I irrationally told him to get bent when I should have just ignored him. I know I should just block him, but as I said before, it will only make things worse and I don't want him randomly showing up. Seriously Jo, who the hell does he think he is? How could he ever think I would talk to him after what he has done?? I can't believe we were ever...it don't matter."

You slipped your arms around his waist from behind and squeezed your body against him, laying your cheek between his shoulders.

"He's deranged, that's what. Thank you Lee...for telling me. I am glad we have no more secrets."

It was a good thing you couldn't see his face, for you would see that wasn't true. There was still something Lee harbored and he knew he had to tell you, especially before Ethan did, which he couldn't believe he already hadn't...why? he wondered as he poured another shot. Everything was so perfect between you and Lee and every time he wanted to tell you, never felt like the right time...but he knew it never would be....so instead, he deflected and stalled once again.

"Ok baby girl...I am going to go outback and try to fix the fence. You can come if you want or if you'd like, there's some boxes in the dining room that you could pack some stuff in?"

"Well...I suppose I'll do that, because if I watch you working, I may end up dragging you back inside for round three." you said with a wicked grin.

"Oh snap! Ok, I'm outta here. Yell if you need me babe."

Lee kissed you sweetly and then reluctantly pried himself off of you to go be productive. You...you knew him so well now...you didn't have to see his face to know something else was bothering him, but you knew you couldn't force it out of him and had to trust that he would tell you when he was ready....or you wondered if you should just flat out ask him...or would that piss him off and make him feel like you didn't trust him? It now had your nerves on overload and your mind thinking the worst scenarios of what it could be.

Off you went to pack the boxes, hoping to distract yourself from your own thoughts. Distracted is what you got too, as for five minutes, Lee's phone rang multiple times, so you decided to go and take it to him since you knew he had been waiting to hear from the hospital in regards to his negligence case.

Just as you went to pick the phone up, it rang again and Ethan's name was on the screen. In your frustration, you impulsively answered it and not nicely either.

"He don't want to fucking talk to you! Stop calling him!" you shouted.

"Oh, well hey there side piece, or maybe homewrecker is the better term. How goes it? Enjoying that cock that don't belong to you?"

"You're disgusting. The only one his cock belongs to is him."

"No baby girl, what's disgusting is that you actually think he loves you when he loves me. See, you're just not his...type...you're just a fill in like all the other whores were. If you haven't gotten a clue yet, he likes cock....mine in particular...and well....you don't have one. He'll get bored with you, just wait. He always gets bored with women and comes back to what he truly desires...me. You think you know him when you don't even have the slightest clue who he is...not like I do."

"You seriously need help Ethan. You seriously think one drunken and high hook up means he loves you?? If he loved you, he'd be with you and not me!! If any of this were true, then why did you not tell me all of it at the funeral reception???"

"Oh I wanted to tell you, believe me that, but I didn't think you were anything serious enough to hurt him like that by fully outing him. And..he WOULD have came back to me eventually but you turned him against me all over my mental ass brother! YOU have ruined everything... So yeah, NOW I am going to tell you and ruin your life as well!"

"You didn't want to hurt him??? That's all you're doing!! I didn't turn him against you. YOU did that! Lee knows, we ALL know what you did to Orlando and how you coerced him into lying. You're the mental one! Lee knows you PURPOSELY tried to run us off the road and all you do is harass him, to the point he even had a fucking anxiety attack! What part of, he don't want you Ethan, do you not understand?!"

Lee could hear you shouting and raced off to see what was wrong, although he had a pretty good idea after he realized his phone was still inside. As he came through the kitchen, he froze for a moment as he could hear Ethan's loud obnoxious voice blaring from the phone.

"You been with him, what? Like a little over a month now? I will say it's a bit longer than his normal runs, with the exception of Lizzy, but as you well know, none of them ever lasted. You think you're special? That you're the one? Wake up Jo Jo before you go go....like all the others. He will come back to me...he always did. It wasn't just one night. It was many and much more. You're just too love blind to see the truth. Lee struggles with who he really is and he runs from it...I mean...you do know he's Catholic right?? Think about it. The Saint Christopher necklace he STILL wears...I gave that to him when we got...."

The phone was abruptly ripped from your hand and angrily brought to Lee's ear as you gasped in panic.

"You...shut...UP! and you LEAVE...HER...ALONE. This is your FINAL warning if you enjoy breathing!"

"Hey, I cannot help it she answered YOUR phone man and seriously?? You're threatening me?"

"If you persist on harassing her or me, especially her, you'll receive more than a subtle punch in the gut like before. I've had enough!"

Lee ended the conversation by jabbing the call button with his thumb, then shoved the phone in his back pocket and turned to roughly rub his hands through his hair, releasing a hard sigh as he clasped his fingers together on the back of his neck.

"I...I'm..sorry that I...answered your phone. It...it just kept ringing and I thought..it might...be the hospital." you softly stuttered, trying to process what you were just told. If it were true, that part didn't matter...it was the fact that Lee told you it was only once...Why? Was he really running away like Ethan claimed?

"No, baby. Don't apologize. I'm not angry with you whatsoever. I...I just don't want him talking to you, putting his bullshit in your head." Lee sweetly assured you as he quickly turned back around and took your hand.

The shock on Lee's face was incredulous as you gently pulled your hand away, putting on a forced smile before walking away.

"I umm...should get back to packing. The room is scattered with stuff and I barely made a dent."

"Ok? Well...I can help you. The fence can wait."

Lee followed you into the dining room and began trying to reassemble a handle on a drawer that he pulled out and placed on the table...all while bringing his full attention to you multiple times as you worked silently.

"Hey. What's going on in the beautiful mind of yours?" he finally spoke as he glanced at you with his own forced smile, then continued his task with his stomach in knots over what you must be thinking.

Did you really want to tell him? Because it was scrambled with an array of various thoughts, mostly questions that you felt you shouldn't even have. You had a right to ask...didn't you?? Was it all bullshit?? What was Ethan about to say when Lee took the phone from you? If any of it were true, then it meant that Lee was bi-sexual and that his time with Ethan was not solely drug induced like he adamantly swore to you it was. You thought about Lee's reaction to seeing Ethan that night in the bar. He was ecstatic and elated to see the man he merely referred to as a really good friend at the time. Their hug was intense and their reminiscing of fun times and common interests were filled with hearty laughs and body language that now spoke volumes to you. Why would Ethan call you a homewrecker? Was he right, did you even know Lee at all like you thought? OR...was Ethan flat out lying just to drive a wedge between you and the man you loved more than anything in the world?

"I...I think the real question is...what's going on in yours?" you simply stated as you kept packing without so much of a glance at him.

Lee then leaned on the drawer, giving a somewhat of a shoulder shrug and a cocky expression with a smile.

"Wow. He got to you, didn't he? You do realize that's his plan right? It's what he does Jo. I know him a lot better than you. Why'd you even answer my phone??"

"So you ARE angry, like you just said you were not?"

"No...Jo...I'm not. I'm frustrated as fuck though and..."

"Then block him for fucks sake!" you snapped, cutting him off. "Or get a CPO placed on him because he's never going to stop!"

"I TOLD you that if I DO that, it will only add fuel to the fire Jo."

"Ok so, that's a bit hypocritical isn't it? After trying to drill it into Orlando's head to put Ethan away for what he did to him, but yet you won't do anything yourself. You're doing the exact same thing Orlando did, letting this asshole do whatever the hell he wants. WHY??"

"I think that's pretty self explanatory Jo, don't ya think??"

"It IS yes, that's what I don't get which is why I am questioning all of it and I won't apologize for that. It's like neither of you want to do the right thing!"

"And what is the right thing Jo? You tell me since you seem to think you know Ethan better than I do and know just how to handle him. What do you want from me??"

"Geeeee I don't know?? How about the truth Lee. That's all I've ever asked for. I've trusted you with some really deep personal stuff about me, things I would never talk to anyone else about, not even Britt and I have never lied to you, ever, nor would I ever. Why is it that you can't trust me too?? What are you afraid of?? Have I not remained by your side through everything? Someone is lying here and god baby I want it to be him but something tells me he's not because according to him, you know how to HANDLE him just fine."

"Oh wow, that's just great Jo. what's that supposed to mean anyways huh?? I've told you the truth!"

"ALL of it?? You were with him one time? Because he says it was multiple and that you loved him too. That necklace you wear, where'd you get it?"

"I love YOU Jo! I want to be with YOU Jo! What does it matter where I got the damn necklace?? What is even happening here??? Have I not proven myself and my love to you?? What more can I fucking do?? I'm not fucking Ethan Jo. I'm not Gerry Jo. I thought it didn't matter to you about my past, because yours don't matter to me??"

"It doesn't matter! I've made that clear many times to you that I don't care that you like men too and have been with one, or even more if that's the case. This is about you keeping the full extent of your relationship with Ethan from me because it makes me feel like you have unresolved feelings for him and that maybe he's right, that I'm just another temp in your life because you're running away from what you really feel possibly because you're ashamed do to your religious upbringing."

"Jesus, you think I'm using you???? I have never been this way with any woman, EVER Jo. I'm Catholic, so fucking what. I break the rules every damn day so I am not running from anything...you're Catholic too yes?? Maybe you're the one who's really ashamed for being with someone like me!!"

"Stop it Lee...Stop both deflecting and projecting! If I were ashamed of you, I would have ran the minute I found out about Ethan. It's not that hard Lee...Were... you... in love with him????"

There was both a dead silence and a dead stare you offered each other...the only difference was Lee's eyes were filled with rage. His jaw tightened, his nose slightly flared and then the drawer he was clutching to went hurling across the room, splintering against the wall.

"How's that for projecting?!!" he shouted as you jumped back, gasping with a gaping expression, and then off he went up the stairs, his stomps thumping through your already pounding chest and the door slam rumbling under your feet which triggered your tears.

You had pretty much received your answer and now you didn't know what the hell to do. The memory of dancing with him a few weeks ago in the kitchen you just made love in, flashed through your mind with him singing the song "All of Me" to you. Did you really have all of him? Or did part of him still belong to Ethan...or did ALL of Lee belong to him. You didn't know what to think because Lee would not be straight forward and it hurt...it hurt like hell that you allowed yourself to fall for someone again that wasn't emotionally available. No, Lee wasn't Gerry, but being unfaithful didn't have to be physical, at least that's what you believed, but...you didn't even know what you believed now because Lee wouldn't tell you anything, for all he did was....run away.

You felt that maybe you should just leave, but you just couldn't do it...not yet anyways. You couldn't let it end like this. Was it the end?

Up the stairs you slowly went and lightly knocked on his bedroom door.

Lee's voice was flat and soft. "Come in."

The room was dark, the curtains only open enough for a small beam of sunlight to grace Lee's beautiful face as he laid upon the bed, gazing at the ceiling with his hands folded under his head.

You walked around to the other side of the bed and gently laid down beside him. He didn't look at you as he spoke again.

"I'm sorry for my outburst. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I know." you whispered and placed your hand on his stomach as you turned to face him. "I'm sorry too. For baiting you like that and trying to force you to talk about something you don't want to talk about."

"The only thing I want to talk about is....that I love you...very much." he whispered back with emphasis as he looked at you and then returned his eyes to the ceiling.

Your hand quickly covered your eyes as your face scrunched up to cry.

"I love you too." you softly squeaked.

Lee rolled over and pulled your hand from your face, looking tenderly into your tear filled eyes.

"Don't cry baby. Don't cry..."

His velvety lips placed multiple butterfly kisses upon yours as he caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away with his thumb, which only made you cry more.

"Shhhhh sweet girl. It's going to be alright. Let me show you."

Lee's hand now gently cupped your chin and he brought his lips back to yours, taking your lips fully in a most loving way. You wanted to forget everything, just for the moment and be with him, even if you felt like it was going to be the last time.

You pulled his shirt up and he helped you remove it, then yours. The shoes and pants were next and then you wrapped your arms around him as he laid upon you. He kissed you again and then looked deeply in your eyes in a way he never had before, as if he were capturing a picture to hold in his mind forever, which made you cry again. Did he feel it would be the last time too?

Lee gently pushed into you and you never held him so tight as you whimpered, trying to stop your tears. It couldn't be over. It just couldn't.

His motions were tender and careful, as if you would break beneath him. You were breaking inside. It was your heart, into a million shards. You moved slowly with him, taking all of him in, for it was the only way to have all of him. Lee had never made love to you this way before, not even the first time you gave yourselves to each other. This was different. This was goodbye.

His panting was soft and amatory as his warm breath tickled your ear, his body firmly against yours, affectionately grinding into you with small emotive sways of his hips, bringing your release out like a thief in the night. Your cries were intense as your body arched and your hips shook which brought him there with you.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." he groaned in a long single sigh against your quivering lips.

Lee pushed himself deeply into you as if he just couldn't get close enough, so deep that you could feel every pulse of his climax thumping through your walls. He brought the back of his fingers to your face and stroked it down your cheek as his sapphires gazed into your sunsets, then he kissed your lips, then your nose before rolling beside you. He laid his head upon his hand as he faced you, then offered his hand. You laced your fingers into his and Lee kissed your hand and then your lips once more. Was it the last one?

"I really do love you Jo march, so much it hurts. That was never a lie. I will do better at proving that to you because I know you doubt me now. I can see it in your eyes."

"Lee...I...I know you love me. I've never doubted that...I just...is love...enough?"

Lee smiled and stroked your hair. "It always is when it's real. Can I...just hold you for awhile?"

You scooted to him and he wrapped you up snuggly against his chest, kissing your forehead and cradling your head with his hand.

"The first time, ever I saw your face." he began to softly sing. "I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and the endless skies, my love."

You then both eventually drifted off to sleep. It was about an hour later that you awoke and you just laid there, taking in every detail of his sleeping face as you softly traced his jawline with your fingertip. What you were about to do was going to kill you, for you were already in way too deep, but until Lee faced his demons about Ethan and even more so about himself, you had to leave to let him do it. Something was holding him back from opening up to you and you just couldn't sit by his side always wondering what...or who, he was thinking about. Maybe it wasn't even him, you wondered. Maybe it was all you and your insecurities due to your own past. Maybe you needed to figure things out too.

Carefully, like a quiet little mouse, you moved his arm off of you and got up, for you knew if he awoke, he would try to stop you and he would succeed. You dressed while holding in the storm of tears that wanted to gush from your eyes. Could you be strong enough to do this? Would you survive it? Would Lee?

You took one last glance at him and felt your heart palpitate as if it were taking it's last beats, and then you swiftly snuck out, leaving a simple word on his notepad in the kitchen and bursting into silent tears. Forever.

Forcing yourself to put the keys in the ignition, you quietly drove off, now loudly bawling but were abruptly silenced by the radio, unable to believe your ears. Fucking signs. It was "Forever" by Papa Roach.

"Because days come ang go, but my feelings for you are forever...One last kiss, before I go...." you sang, shaking and almost hyperventilating to the point you had to turn it off and pull over to regroup. Regroup? It would never happen.

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6 pm.

Lee awoke to a dark room that carried your perfume. As he felt the empty space beside him, he sharply sat up, calling your name but the silence and your missing clothes told him you were gone. He laid back down in a trance like state with an agonizing ache in his gut and a stab would straight through his heart as he stared at the ceiling again, knowing he had lost you.

"It's not over Jo..." he whispered. "My feelings for you are forever."

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I’m giggling, kicking my feet in the air, screaming into my pillow, twirling my hair and blushing, this chapter was so good!!! I literally became obsessed with them (in a good way) and their interactions! I liked so many things about this chapter especially the intimacy and the harmony that is growing between them🥹🫶🏼 and I think one of the parts where these details are highlighted the most is when they took a bath together. Not only for the intimacy of the gesture but I also think for the fact that Jake always wants to be close to her and in her company and how he can already read her and understand when something is bothering her just by looking at her, I loved these details so much!

“He was taking charge, but he never made you feel small or stupid for your lack of experience. He just didn't seem like that kind of person. And besides, you did manage to turn him on for the third time, and instead of letting him sneak away, you got him to stay put on the couch with you.”

This is another thing I absolutely love about Jake, the fact that he doesn’t make her feel uncomfortable about her lack of inexperience, but instead guides her and teaches her everything with sweetness and gentleness!

"Mmhmm. You caught onto that, did you?" You felt his tongue trail along your skin before he said, "Wasn't about to make you feel obligated to take care of it for me in any way."

He is truly a gentleman🥹

"Are you sore, Darlin'?" he asked, setting butterflies off in your belly. "I was a little rough with my fingers."

"I'm glad," he crooned. "But if you're sore, you could take a bath."

The attention he has towards her, the way he always makes sure she enjoyed what he did to her and that he wasn't too hard, I will never get tired of reading them and above all they will never stop making me feel butterflies in my stomach!

“Your brow furrowed. "You're taking a bath with me?"

“He raised one eyebrow and took a step away from you. "Unless you don't want me to."

“Once again, you were surprised by him, but not disinterested in the idea of having him join you in the tub. "I want you to."

I loved this interaction so much! I loved how Jake almost took it for granted that he would be in the tub with her and how right away when she asked him if he would bathe with her he specified that he would only do it if she was okay with it🥹and I loved how she absolutely didn't expect to have Jake's company but at the same time she didn't hesitate for a second and immediately agreed! I also find bathing together so intimate, I love it!

“Of course he would have them. He brought you home which meant he probably did the same thing every weekend. Maybe he even had more than one girl each weekend. One for Friday night and one for Saturday night. Maybe he'd fuck you and then offer to drive you home soon so he could go back to the bar tonight and find someone more his speed. Someone who knew that condoms came in different sizes.”

“You couldn't let yourself get jealous or sad, because there was no point in it. This was practically a business deal. Jake was helping you get ready for Cooper while he got his rocks off as many times as he wanted to. No more, no less.”

Oooh no, I felt so bad for her in this part, like she felt inferior. It's true that there is an agreement between her and Jake but no one can deny that the more time they spend together the more they seem more comfortable and in tune with each other, and I love them so much!

“Jake had never shared his bathtub with anyone. Soaking in the hot water until it was almost too cool to stand was one of his guilty pleasures that he never planned on letting someone else experience, too. He usually brought a beer in with him. One time he drank an entire bottle of champagne. But he always did it alone. Until today, apparently. Something about the way his cum was drying on your skin while you kissed him made him want to take the time to clean you up. And he also realized by how his wrist felt that he'd gone pretty hard with his fingers.”

If only they could read each other's minds! Darlin’ would definitely be much more at peace knowing that she's not the only one who's having new experiences but that Jake is also experiencing things with her that he's never done with other women, and that makes me so excited, because I love seeing how Jake is "breaking" his habits that he had with other women.

"You're all the way over there."

“Jake reached for your hip under the water, wrapped his hand around you, and pulled you closer to him. Your eyes went wide, and you turned to brace your hand against his chest. Some of your cold drink splashed onto him, but he just muttered, "That's better," while you set the glass down on the edge of the tub.”

“He licked his lips and shook his head. "I don't think I've ever been quite this sweet before." When you finally smiled again, your eyes softened, and Jake kissed the bridge of your nose. "You might as well get comfortable, because I don't get out until the water's cold."

"Mmhmm." He took another sip of his beer. "And I expect you to tell me what kind of pizza you want for dinner, too. And why don't you tell me what you're studying in school while you're at it. And how you usually spend your weekends."

“Jake sighed and let his head tip back. "I don't think I can fuck you until I've taken you on a proper date. So... will you have dinner with me at my dining room table?"

Awww I loved this part so much! I'm glad Jake cleared up some of Darlin's doubts and reassured her and the fact that he wants to give her a proper date was so sweet!🥹

“That's why you want to lose your virginity? So you can please him physically?" You shrugged again. "Remember how I told you that it's never about the guy?"

“He reached for your chin and tipped it up so you met his eyes. "That goes for everyone, but especially Cooper. Okay? There's nothing wrong with you, Darlin'. You got everything just right."

Awww the way he is so thoughtful and makes sure she knows her worth and doesn't let men use her is amazing! Darlin’ is definitely stronger than me, I would have literally forgotten about Cooper. As hot as this Cooper is I'm sure he'll never reach Jake's level!

“He kissed your forehead and said, "This is the one and only time I'm letting you choose the toppings."

Why can't I stop thinking that Jake will probably think about her for the rest of his life when he eats a pizza with this topping?😭

“His fingers slipped slowly along your jaw until they were digging gently into the back of your neck. He studied your pretty face and memorized how his clothing looked on you while your gaze stayed fixed on him. "Are you sure you still want to do this with me?" he asked softly. "Because you don't need me to fix anything about you since there's nothing wrong to begin with."

“You didn't hesitate as you told him, "Yes. I want you for my first time, because you're sweet and I know you're not going to hurt me. I don't always need to explain myself for you to know what I need. I want you. Not Cooper and not Rooster. You."

Aww the way he asked her if she's really sure she wants to do this with him and how she reassured him was so beautiful🥹

"Better get those extra large condoms," you told him with a soft laugh.”

“He kissed you and guided you back toward his bed, and you stretched out luxuriously beneath him, his hand resting on the elastic at your hip. "You got nothing to worry about, Darlin'. I'll take care of everything."

Okay but can we take a minute to appreciate the beauty and sweetness of this sentence "You got nothing to worry about, Darlin'. I'll take care of everything." he always manages to reassure her and put her at ease. Awww Jake Seresin you literally won my heart🫶🏼

Every time I finish reading a chapter I have butterflies in my stomach and a smile on my face. What a wonderful chapter that was! I really love how there is this natural sense of domesticity between them, just as I loved how Jake reassured her more than once about various things that could upset her, I really appreciated that. I love how they are so comfortable and in tune. But I have this anxiety inside of me that all of this might end. As I said before if I were her I would never leave a man like Jake, who treats me the wonderful way he has treated Darlin’ all along. I loved it so much when Jake made sure she understood her worth, he cares so much about her and would always want her to be treated the way she deserves and I think this is a really unique and beautiful thought from Jake (and I also think it can maybe underline the fact that he is really falling in love with her). I keep hoping that after they do it, I don't know, something will click inside them that will make them realize how literally perfect they are for each other, so that she will say goodbye to Cooper and be with Jake and he will finally have a girl to love. I can't wait to read the next chapter I'm so excited, I literally can't wait. I know I've told you a thousand times now but I absolutely love your writing style and how you make me fall in love with the various characters you write about. And I absolutely love this series!!!💗💗💗✨✨

Mr. Right Now Part 5 | Hangman x Reader

Summary: Jake can't pinpoint why he feels the need to make you understand that you're special. Or maybe he can, but he's too afraid to admit it to himself. You are completely out of your depth, but you know you'd rather drown with Jake than be with anyone else right now.

Warnings: adult language, sexual touching, oral sex, fingering, cum play, 18+

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Why is Jake on my masterlist!? Mr. Right Now masterlist

Jake was surpassing all of your expectations. You were already three orgasms deep on the weekend, and you just met him less than a day ago. He was sweet and handsome, and right now he was kissing your lips softly on his couch as he held you tight. You couldn't help but smile against his mouth as the sticky coating of his cum spread from your tummy to his hard abs as you and he made out at a luxurious pace.

He was taking charge, but he never made you feel small or stupid for your lack of experience. He just didn't seem like that kind of person. And besides, you did manage to turn him on for the third time, and instead of letting him sneak away, you got him to stay put on the couch with you.

"Were you really going to try to jerk off alone again?" you asked as he kissed his way down the side of your neck.

"Mmhmm. You caught onto that, did you?" You felt his tongue trail along your skin before he said, "Wasn't about to make you feel obligated to take care of it for me in any way."

Okay, so Jake was kind of a gentleman. So much so that he still hadn't fucked you. And he still hadn't told you when he was planning to. The crazy thing was, you now understood that he could probably make you come a dozen other ways that didn't involve his cock at all. You were impressed. You were also a little sad that once you and he did get around to that little matter of eliminating the fact that you were still a virgin, you'd be on your way.

"Are you sore, Darlin'?" he asked, setting butterflies off in your belly. "I was a little rough with my fingers."

You moaned softly and tipped your head back. "It felt amazing. I liked it."

"I'm glad," he crooned. "But if you're sore, you could take a bath."

You perked up even more. A bath in his big tub sounded delightful, and once you started moving, you realized you were a bit more sore than you originally thought. "I want a bath," you told him, and you left a mess of his tacky cum on him when you stood up. You suddenly remembered you were completely naked and covered in his semen as you ducked your face away from him and muttered, "I wasn't sure what the texture was going to be like. It's really sticky all over me now."

Jake stood and pulled you close again. "Gets messier and harder to clean up when it starts to dry. But you didn't seem to mind me coating you up since it was your idea in the first place."

You pressed your lips together and muttered, "I never saw a guy come in real life before. I was curious. And it was so hot."

Something like possessiveness flashed in his eyes. "And then, to my surprise, you started playing with it," he added with a dangerous smirk, and you turned away from him in embarrassment, because maybe you weren't supposed to do that at all. "Do you hear me complaining?" he asked, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "That was some advanced level kinky stuff. Just wasn't expecting it. But I am not complaining. Let's get you in the bath."

Jake kept his arm around your waist as he led you back to his bedroom and then to the en suite bathroom where he cranked on the hot water before turning to look at you in all his naked glory. "I'm going to grab myself a beer for bathtime. Something about hot water and a cold beer is very satisfying, and maybe you can learn all about it after your next birthday. You want another crystal goblet of ice water?"

Your brow furrowed. "You're taking a bath with me?"

He raised one eyebrow and took a step away from you. "Unless you don't want me to."

Once again, you were surprised by him, but not disinterested in the idea of having him join you in the tub. "I want you to."

He half smiled in response. "And the goblet of ice water?"

"Yes, please," you told him with an eye roll. Then he was gone, and you were left with the soothing sound of the tub filling up while you went in search of a washcloth. You found some in the small closet just inside the bathroom door. Along with extra towels, razor blades, and a half empty box of extra large condoms.

Of course he would have them. He brought you home which meant he probably did the same thing every weekend. Maybe he even had more than one girl each weekend. One for Friday night and one for Saturday night. Maybe he'd fuck you and then offer to drive you home soon so he could go back to the bar tonight and find someone more his speed. Someone who knew that condoms came in different sizes.

You couldn't let yourself get jealous or sad, because there was no point in it. This was practically a business deal. Jake was helping you get ready for Cooper while he got his rocks off as many times as he wanted to. No more, no less.

"Here you go."

You startled a bit as Jake held out your wine glass filled with ice water, and he took a long sip from his bottle of Sam Adams. "Thanks," you whispered, and then he pressed his cold lips to your forehead before nodding at the tub.

"Get in and get comfy."

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Jake had never shared his bathtub with anyone. Soaking in the hot water until it was almost too cool to stand was one of his guilty pleasures that he never planned on letting someone else experience, too. He usually brought a beer in with him. One time he drank an entire bottle of champagne. But he always did it alone. Until today, apparently. Something about the way his cum was drying on your skin while you kissed him made him want to take the time to clean you up. And he also realized by how his wrist felt that he'd gone pretty hard with his fingers.

You looked too fucking cute with the steamy water up to your shoulders while you sipped from the condensation coated stemware. But you were quieter than you had been in the living room, which bothered him, because he had gotten used to your constant chattering and your smartass comments.

He slipped one foot into the hot water, and you scooted a little further forward. When he had both feet in, he eased himself down until he was sitting with you tucked between his legs. But you were facing away from him, so he couldn't see your face as he asked, "Is the temperature okay for you?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, sipping your ice water.

He leaned back against the tub and took another sip of beer, but you remained where you were. "You comfy?" he asked.

"Yes," you whispered, your back still to him.

"Well, I'm not," he said blandly.

"What's wrong?" you asked right away, turning to look at him over your shoulder, finally letting him see your pretty face.

"You're all the way over there."

Jake reached for your hip under the water, wrapped his hand around you, and pulled you closer to him. Your eyes went wide, and you turned to brace your hand against his chest. Some of your cold drink splashed onto him, but he just muttered, "That's better," while you set the glass down on the edge of the tub.

"You could have just asked me to scoot closer."

Jake studied you and took another long sip of his beer before setting it down next to your glass. "You haven't complained once when I've touched you."

"I'm not complaining," you whispered, so he stroked your waist, and you snuggled in a little closer to him. "I'm just wondering when you're going to fuck me."

He kissed your forehead as you looked up at him. "You're playing by my rules, remember?" he muttered.

"You don't have to be so sweet just for me." Jake's fingers froze on your body as you added, "Unless you're always like this? Making breakfast for your overnight guests? And cuddling in the bathtub? I guess that makes more sense."

But he wasn't always like this, and he wanted to tell you that. But he knew he didn't have the right to say anything at all when you really only needed him for one purpose. Once you got what you wanted from him, you'd be gone.

"Are you always this sweet?" you whispered, wet fingers wrapped around the back of his neck as you looked up at him through your lashes.

He licked his lips and shook his head. "I don't think I've ever been quite this sweet before." When you finally smiled again, your eyes softened, and Jake kissed the bridge of your nose. "You might as well get comfortable, because I don't get out until the water's cold."

"Cold!" you complained as he held you tighter. "You expect me to stay here until it's cold?"

"I'm staying for dinner?"

Jake sighed and let his head tip back. "I don't think I can fuck you until I've taken you on a proper date. So... will you have dinner with me at my dining room table?"

"Yes."

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A proper date. The words were bouncing around in your mind even as Jake stretched out on his couch in his gym shorts while you were almost completely on top of him, wearing his clothes. "You're wrong," you told him, shaking your head and pushing his hair off his forehead. "You have the wrong opinion about pineapple on pizza, and I refuse to believe I'm the first person who has ever told you so."

His hand on your butt flexed as he laughed. "Nobody else would dare. Except for you. Go ahead. Tell me what else I'm wrong about."

"Well," you said with a huff of pretend annoyance, "you ate your eggs sunny side up this morning. Wrong. And you didn't already have your bedroom window open to listen to the sound of the ocean last night. Wrong." You paused for a beat before saying what you'd been thinking about for a while. "I would say you're wrong about needing extra large condoms, but I did see and feel you, so maybe you do. Not wrong."

His deep laughter rumbled through his chest, and you jostled slightly on top of him. "You found my stash in the bathroom?" he asked, but he didn't sound annoyed.

"I was looking for a washcloth."

He hummed and asked, "How many condoms are left in the box? I haven't checked in a couple weeks."

"About half." You looked him in his pretty green eyes. "Does that mean you haven't had sex in a couple weeks? Or that you just haven't been using condoms?"

"I always use condoms," he replied immediately with a little nod, and you believed him. "Lesson seven: never skip a condom. Guys are pigs. Don't let them cut corners."

He kissed the corner of your mouth, but all you could say was, "So you haven't had sex in a little while?"

Jake nodded again. "Was getting a little sick of the bar crowd, to be honest. At least until you dropped your fake. Kicking tag chasers out of my bed in the middle of the night isn't much fun anymore."

"What's a tag chaser?" you asked, running your fingers through his soft hair.

His cheeks tinted with pink as he said, "Women who go after guys in the military. Some of them think it's fun to 'collect' tags. Some of them are hoping to trap a guy for the marriage benefits. Different reasons. Same name. And you absolutely can't let them spend the night with you."

You wanted to laugh, because this actually sounded like your roommate, Kylie. But then you remembered why you went to that particular bar in the first place and who you were originally looking for. Your eyes went wide. "Wait. Am I a tag chaser?"

Now he was hooting with laughter. "I don't know, Darlin'. Are you? That little leather skirt screamed yes, but your smart mouth and the fact that you didn't care that I was an aviator are telling me no."

You thought about it for another second and said, "I'm not one," while he laughed some more. "I couldn't be! You let me spend the night."

He reached for his phone as he said, "Yeah, well you're different, aren't you? I'm going to order this pizza."

"Okay," you whispered, letting your cheek rest on his chest as he tapped his screen and then held his phone to his ear. He was looking at you as he said, "Yeah, hi, a large pizza for delivery, please." He paused for a second and then said, "Toppings? Since I'm with a girl who has weird ideas about pineapple on pizza, just wait to hear how horrible this thing is going to sound. Are you ready?"

You were laughing with your face buried against his arm as he gave his address and credit card number, and when he hung up, you screeched, "Jake! You're ridiculous. And wrong! It's going to be the best pizza ever."

"Sure," he said sarcastically before sitting up with you on his lap. He nipped at your lip as he added, "It'll be about thirty minutes before it gets here, Darlin'. I think we have time to review some of your lessons if you feel like it."

A smile bloomed across your face as you asked, "Which lessons?"

"Whatever lessons you want."

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You told Jake you wanted to review lessons two and three, and now you were naked on his couch with his face buried in your pussy and his hands wrapped around the backs of your thighs. Foreplay and oral sex were two things you clearly loved. He spent about ten minutes making out with you and hitting all the spots that left you dripping wet, and then he treated himself to a taste.

"God damn," he growled, lapping at you as you tugged on his hair. Once again, you got him rock hard as goosebumps trailed down his neck. "Fuck."

"Jake," you whined until his mouth was back on your clit, and then you sighed contentedly. He knew he could get you off before the pizza arrived, and he also knew he'd be amped up for you later. He was excited. You excited him. He wanted to be so good.

"Jake!" You came apart on his tongue, rolling your hips up for more pressure. He rewarded you for knowing what you wanted by sucking on your clit, and he enjoyed every second of your orgasm. Every little sound. Each tug on his hair. The way your body seemed to relax into the couch cushions once you were fully sated. And then there was a knock on his door.

"Don't move an inch, Darlin'," he teased, kissing the apex of your thigh.

"I can promise you I won't," you whimpered, arm tossed over your eyes as you ran your fingers slowly up your body.

He chuckled as he walked to the door, and then he realized that he was wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts and a raging boner. He grimaced and tried his best to hide himself with his left hand while he pulled the door open. You were just in the other room, completely naked on the couch, and if you sat up, the pizza delivery kid who looked like he was your age would have front row seats to the show of a lifetime.

"Thanks," Jake muttered, taking the pizza box and quickly closing the door. Then he walked to the table, his cock merrily bobbing along the way. He started to grab plates and get you another wine glass of ice water, and he had to pause to consider why exactly he felt the need to make this seem like a date. He'd already been over every bit of your body with his mouth and hands. He could have just fucked you by now. He desperately wanted to. But he needed you to understand that you had to go for the guys who weren't just setting out to take advantage of you. That you needed to make them work for it.

Jake turned when you made a soft sound and wrapped your arms around his waist. You were wearing his clothes again, and he collected you against him. "It smells good," you muttered.

He kissed your forehead and said, "This is the one and only time I'm letting you choose the toppings."

Your laughter rang out as you sat down with your ice water. "I guess I better make it count then. And that's such a typical guy thing, to think their pizza topping preferences are the best."

"Yours are just wrong," he replied quickly, dropping a slice onto your plate before putting one on his own. He watched you take an enormous bite and smile as you chewed it up. "But you're cute, so you can get away with it."

You looked satisfied with his comment as you asked, "So, you usually make other girls eat the grotesque topping combination you prefer? Is that why you don't have a girlfriend?"

"Wow. Okay," he replied with a laugh while he sat down, enjoying your smirk. "You think this Cooper guy is going to put up with you, smartass?"

You cocked your head to the side like you had forgotten all about him. "I thought we weren't supposed to be talking about him anymore? That was lesson number one."

"You're not allowed to bring him up," Jake reminded you. "But I can. So what's so great about him anyway?"

You nibbled on your crust and kind of shrugged. "He's pretty hot. And he asked me out four times. I keep telling him we can go out soon, but I know he's going to stop asking if I don't actually pick a day and do it." You paused and looked at your glass of ice water as you said, "I should have just slept with someone by now. I don't want him to be disappointed that I'm a virgin who doesn't know how to do anything."

Jake grunted and set his pizza down. He'd been with his fair share of women, but there was nothing disappointing about you. The way you got him going was unparalleled, and even though you claimed you didn't know how to do even the basics, you definitely had his number. The hair pulling and cum play and little noises you made were all unintentional but so fucking hot. And now he was annoyed.

"That's why you want to lose your virginity? So you can please him physically?" You shrugged again. "Remember how I told you that it's never about the guy?"

"Yeah."

He reached for your chin and tipped it up so you met his eyes. "That goes for everyone, but especially Cooper. Okay? There's nothing wrong with you, Darlin'. You got everything just right."

You nodded and swallowed hard, and Jake was so fucking jealous of a college kid, he wanted to scream. "Okay, Jake," you whispered. "I believe you."

His fingers slipped slowly along your jaw until they were digging gently into the back of your neck. He studied your pretty face and memorized how his clothing looked on you while your gaze stayed fixed on him. "Are you sure you still want to do this with me?" he asked softly. "Because you don't need me to fix anything about you since there's nothing wrong to begin with."

In an instant, you planted your hand on his thigh and leaned all the way in to kiss him. He realized he was still a little hard from giving you head as soon as you nudged him, but he didn't mind you knowing how badly he wanted you. He didn't stop you as you eased yourself onto his lap without breaking the kiss, and when your body settled against his, you moaned softly.

Jake pulled away and watched you chase him for more before your eyes fluttered open. "I need to hear you say it," he whispered, hand creeping up inside the shirt you were wearing. "Is this what you really want?"

You didn't hesitate as you told him, "Yes. I want you for my first time, because you're sweet and I know you're not going to hurt me. I don't always need to explain myself for you to know what I need. I want you. Not Cooper and not Rooster. You."

The shirt you were wearing fell to the floor next to his chair, and Jake ran his rough fingers along your sides, making you shiver. He kissed you softly as his hands found the undersides of your breasts. "This pizza is going to taste even more disgusting cold," he murmured as you arched into his touch. "But I can't wait any longer for you."

You smiled against his lips before you stood, taking his hand and guiding him to his feet as well. Then you led him to his bedroom, and he got lost in your little glances along the way.

"Better get those extra large condoms," you told him with a soft laugh.

He kissed you and guided you back toward his bed, and you stretched out luxuriously beneath him, his hand resting on the elastic at your hip. "You got nothing to worry about, Darlin'. I'll take care of everything."

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beyondspaceandstars · 2 years ago

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new year's eve with matt

A/N - i’m sitting around waiting for midnight and just had some little thoughts about what it would be like to celebrate new years eve with boyfriend!matt murdock <3 this is a really short, quick, unedited thing i thought would be fun to do so i hope y'all enjoy! i am also a little tipsy writing this so hope it makes sense

I feel like new years with Matt would be small but so meaningful

at first, you two would be like "we're staying in" because, well, new york seems hectic on new years eve no matter where you are

but then by like 8pm, maybe even 9pm, Foggy and Karen come knocking on the door wondering where you guys are and what you're doing

then you two have no choice but to give in and next thing you know you're squeezing into the crowded bar, sipping beers and taking shots every now and then

as the drinks and minutes flow, i think Matt would become more and more loving, physically

something about him screams that he's a happy, touchy drunk. a couple of heavy drinks in him and he's headed straight for you to caress your waist or draw patterns on the back of your hand

he does this relentlessly as you try to kick ass in pool no matter how many times you playfully reprimand him for his wandering hands

overall, going out is nice. you get to catch up with everyone, have some drinks, and get ready to bring in the new year

right before the new year rings in, though, you and Matt would slip away from the crowd

it'd be Matt who would initiate this little sneaking away but you happily went along with it

"it's a little stuffy in here isn't it?" Matt would ask, his words saying so much yet so little. you couldn't help but giggle. "it is, honey."

Matt would eagerly grab your hand and avoid all questions or looks as he'd drag you out into the cool, fresh winter new york night. there were a few other bustling around but mostly, it was strangely calm for the city during the holidays. but you'd take it over anything else any day

you two would scurry along to some alleyway and Matt would hand you a beer he had swiped from the bar before stepping out. it was adorable and hilarious.

"you're stealing now, Murdock? that's not what good, catholic boys do." "actually, I believe the words you're looking for are 'thank you.'"

you'd lean against the brick wall of some building as you'd open your beers. the minutes ticked down slowly to midnight. Matt would probably be very aware of how close it was to the new year just from hearing the chanting countdown across the city. but he wouldn't say anything to you.

"how long until midnight?" he'd ask you in a very husky whisper as he leaned into you. you'd check your phone and say, "under a minute, I think." but you couldn't pay much attention. you were so caught up in the buzz from the alcohol and the high from your boyfriend.

this wasn't your first new year together but something about it felt different and right. this was gonna be a good year. you sensed it with every bone in your body.

your relationship was at its best and you were beyond thankful to get to spend another year with him. it was almost unbelievable how perfect life had become.

Matt would soon tune back into the countdown and begin whispering it in your ear, following along as the entire city seemed to scream out numbers in synchronous chanting

"five... four... three..."

but before he could even get to one, you'd pull him in for a kiss - a very passionate new years kiss. and Matt certainly wouldn't protest.

yells, cheers, and fireworks popped off all around you two but none of it mattered at all. you didn't hear any of it as you were completely engulfed in your boyfriend.

you'd literally end one year and begin the next wrapped in Matt's hold, completely loved by him, and what could be better than that?

finally, after an intense minute or so, you'd force yourself to pull away for quick air. "happy new year," you'd mutter. Matt would chuckle and say, "happy new year, sweetheart."

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mari-the-bimbo · 2 years ago

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FINALE: Ex husband Gojo (8K follower special)

A/N: I can’t believe this series has finally come to an end!! Omg 😭 I know a lot of you initially followed me because of ex husband Gojo but I hope I can continue to create content you like. But for now, enjoy! <3

⚠️ Warnings: graphic violence

You hated these woods. It didn’t matter how luxurious the house was, or how much the kids took away the eerie silence with their giggles and laughter, there was something wrong about this place. No matter how much Gojo would gaslight you into believing you’re being ungrateful, you knew better.

And your thoughts were re iterated tonight.

It was the peak of the night when you hear the front door open all the way from your bedroom. Something weird. “Gojo?” You call out. No answer.

The eerie haunted silence takes over once again as you try to analyse the situation.

Miasma. You felt a cursed energy you didn’t recognise in the air. You may not be a sorcerer but you were with Gojo long enough to distinguish his cursed energy from others.

You jump out of bed, an emergency poison Gojo gave you in your hand, and quietly make you way to your kids room, they were your priority after all.

And in the pitch black of the lodge, your heat a voice that crawls up to your skin.

“Going somewhere special?” Called out a gruesome sounding voice. You shakily twist your head to come face to face with the one eyed ugly creature.

“Listen women, I’m Jogo and -“

The creature screams as you immediately throw the poison at him, no hesitance in the hit and run. You hear the glass smashing as you run past him and grab the children from their room, and they scream as they are suddenly awoken out of their slumber.

You let the children run in front as you all run out of the house, but suddenly something grabs you by your stomach, slashing your sides. You scream out in bloodcurdling pain but you put all your force into a backward kick and manage to run out the house.

You shrug off your night cardigan and wrap it around your wound, not even halting for a second as you run to your slower running children, grabbing both of them to your sides and zooming off.

You curse Gojo for ever believing that there was any corner of this Earth that was a safe space for him and his family.

You sniff back the tears. You can’t lose now. You can’t let Gojo’s dangerous lifestyle be the reason you and your children die here.

You scream Gojo’s name continuously in the pitch black forest, your children screaming out for their daddy too.

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Finally after so many miles, you see it. You see the white hair heading towards the house you were resting in an hour ago.

“GOJO!!!” You scream, and he turns to you, relief on his frantic icy blue eyes, but he has no time for a sweet reunion.

“WAIT FOR ME AT THE RIVER!!!” He screams back.

“OKAY” you immediately spring back into action and run down the hill with your children, never making the mistake of halting.

But your feet kept moving. Past the trees, the bushes, the hill, the river.

You pass the river.

You didn’t stop at the river like he told you.

“Mommy didn’t daddy say wait by the riv-“

“SHUT UP!!!!!!!!” You yell in frustration. You don’t care what your action would be branded as right now, you just need to escape.

Betrayal.

Your feet keep moving. Yes, you were betraying Satoru, but did it even count as betrayal at this point?

After the pain, the lies, the kidnapping? This man was no longer your husband, he was a psychopath and simply a shadow of the man he used to be. Yes, he may care about you and the kids, but YOU also cared about yourself and the kids. The intrusion of those demon was simply the perfect excuse to escape.

Your legs were shaky but they kept moving, your breath shallow from carrying 2 other bodies too.

You hear a boom behind you and you temporarily halt to turn around. Your eyes widen as they fall upon the luminous purple ball of lightening destroy the forest.

“Daddy’s purple hollow” your daughter whispers but your ignore it and continue running.

Your daughter was a smart girl. She was a bit more gifted than the average 5 year old. She knew her dad’s cursed energy meant destruction.

But even though you knew he was most likely done with the demon, you don’t stop. You knew you were his next prey, and should he find you, you’d pay the price for running.

But you were optimistic. You were far from the woods that was once your prison.

Tears brim in your eyes as you catch a glimpse of city lights. Home wasn’t far now. You only had to run a bit faster to make it and save yourself and the kids.

Dreams of your old home and old friends flash before your eyes. You plan how you’ll expose Gojo for his psychotic ways, Nanami will believe you for sure! Then you and your kids will move away into a new town where life will be all about focusing on your dreams and your kids!

“Mommy are you okay?”

“What do you mean?” You breathlessly ask.

“You’re limping” you son says with worry in his big eyes.

Y-you’re limping? You stare down at your legs and realise you’re not running anymore, you’re barely walking. Your worn out legs shake in exhaustion and you curse the universe for doing this to you right now.

You feel your daughter slip from your grasp and coax your son out of your grasp too.

Your legs eventually give up and you hit the ground. Your children silently watch you before copying you, sitting beside you on the grassy floor in the middle of nowhere.

You look at your kids, stroking their rosy cheeks, you have to save them, even if you can’t save yourself. “Mommy’s going to save us, I promise” you say to them with a weary smile, pressing a kiss to their cheeks but your kids don’t copy you this time.

“Mommy?” You daughter calls out and you turn your attention to her.

“Do you really believe we can escape daddy?”

She knows.

A tear escapes your eyes at her words. Your daughter’s words held the self awareness you had long lost. She knew all along, you were too blinded in defence to see.

She knew daddy wasn’t a good man. She knew daddy was the reason mommy cries alone. She knew daddies aren’t supposed to disappear then return like nothing happened. She knew it wasn’t a “holiday”. She knew daddy isn’t nice.

She knew daddy was strong, she knew mommy can’t defeat the strong.

You shake your head frantically at her. “NO NO NO! Mommy will bring us back to the city! I can do it princess I promise! J-just give mommy time!” You scream as you frantically shake your daughter’s shoulder.

But the child could only stare at you in sorrow. A silent mourning for the shell of a woman her mommy once was.

You continue to cry and scream empty promises to the children. The children who ignore your pleas and hug you, just like how you always hug them when they’re sad.

Suddenly you all hear a white noise. You look up into the sky and notice a familiar tall man with white hair in the sky.

You smile in defeat. He was always going to find you. How stupid could you have been to ever try to escape him? You belong to him after all.

You hear him reach the ground and yell out your name “Y/N!”. The gash on your stomach almost immediately stings at the same time, you hiss in pain.

He calls out your name again. And you try to ignore the sting from the wound with his voice. You pretend it’s Gojo from a few years ago calling out to you.

flashback

“Y/n! Baby come try my pasta!”

“It’s probably gonna taste icky!” You tease, making the sorcerer roll his eyes playfully before he spoon feeds you the pasta.

“Mm! This is surprisingly good!” You praise him making him give you a charming smile. “Of course it is! I bet my baby liked it too!” He said, rubbing your pregnant belly, placing a kiss on it. You giggle at his adoration, before it turns into a state a confusion when he passes you to spoon.

“Right! It’s your turn to feed me now!” He says before opening his mouth ready.

You giggle at his antics but you don’t even question it, indulging in your husbands fun and feeding him. You lick the sauce off the spoon and he looks at you with a smirk.

“Now don’t tease me Mrs Gojo, otherwise we’ll have a baby no.2 on the way” he teases as he pulls you into his lap, kissing your cheeks and belly.

“Oi y/n!! Stay awake, what going on? Why did you keep on running?? Why are you bleeding out!!!” You hear his frantic voice.

Your vision blurs and you can just about make out his wickedly handsome face. Oh how you wish you could bring back the old days with him, the things you’d do just to kiss him with a bit of love again.

You hear the soft cries of your kids. You failed them. You want to reach out and wipe their tears but you can’t move your arms.

That demon must’ve had poisoned you when it sliced you, now came the inevitable.

Are you dying? Maybe. It doesn’t feel too bad.

“No no y/n! Stay with me! Listen to me-! I love you okay? Just hold on I- no kids- stop crying! I love you y/n! I’m sorry please stay with me-!” You hear his pleas.

You smile. It’s all you ever wanted to hear. You just wanted to know you were worth loving, it’s a shame it’s too late.

And just like that

Your vision goes black.

The end.

A/N: welp I hope you enjoyed! 💗 and for all my softie followers I promise I will mend your hearts with the epilogue! <3

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