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Love Drug - Chapter 12 - Lingering Wounds (AO3)

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Chapter 12 - Lingering Wounds Pairing: Sylus x fem!OC Words: 4581 Val tends to Sylus's wounds and spends the night at his bedside until he wakes up. They both are feeling conflicted about their relationship and their unspoken words lay heavy on their hearts and minds, but they find comfort in each other's presence. C/W: Mention of blood and injury - nothing gory!

Val didn’t know how simply making the claim of the identity she had been given would give her the protection she needed. She walked out of The Nest back towards her car, heart pounding out of her chest as she pulled out her phone to pull up the location Luke had sent her. As she got to her car, she heard a loud caw and Mephisto swooped down and landed on the hood of her car. He squawked loudly at the people leering at Val and they backed away slowly.

“Mephie! Thank fuck you’re here, you’ll make sure we don’t get into trouble on the way to Sylus, yeah?” Mephisto hopped onto Val’s shoulder and cawed in agreement. She drove off with Mephisto flying beside her and headed deep into Sylus’s territory.

Mephisto guided her into the garage, and she parked next to a truck that had parked sideways. She rounded the corner of the truck and saw the blood on the ground leading to the elevator door. Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, she tapped her foot impatiently waiting for the elevator and sent Luke a quick text that she was coming up. Val gasped as the doors opened, and she saw the pool of blood drying on the floor of the elevator and smashed the button for the top floor.

The ride up was long and every second that ticked by was another second Sylus was in danger. Luke was waiting for her at the door and gave her a nod behind his mask, then led her to Sylus. They jogged down the hallway and through a series of corridors before finally reaching Sylus’s bedroom.

Kieran was sitting on a black leather couch and stood quickly as Val walked in. He looked exhausted and Val noticed the slight limp he was walking with.

“Hey doc, you can help him right?” Kieran was worried and it unnerved Val to see the twins so on edge.

“I’m gonna do everything I can for him.” She patted him on the shoulder and approached Sylus lying on the bed. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully but his face and body were covered in scratches and cuts. His shoulder had been wrapped, but blood was seeping through the bandages already. Emotion welled up in Val seeing him like this and it took every ounce of willpower she had to not throw herself over his body crying and screaming for him to wake up. This is why doctors don’t work on friends and family. Feelings get in the way and logic often takes a back seat. Val took a few deep breaths and began examining him.

He had a strong pulse and slightly elevated blood pressure, but that was to be expected given his injuries. She checked his pupils - equal, round, and reactive. All good signs there was no brain injury.

She examined the lacerations on his chest and abdomen, touching the areas lightly with gloved hands and already noticing signs of healing. Also a good sign that the evol suppressant was close to wearing off. Val took great care not to let her mind wander to the hard planes of his abs and the gorgeously sculpted muscles of his chest, focusing instead on his wounds. Most of the shrapnel wounds were superficial, but a few were deeper and could need stitches if his healing factor didn’t soon kick back in fully.

“Did you guys wrap this shoulder?” She asked the twins as they hovered behind her and she unwrapped the dressing, grabbing some fresh gauze from her bag. The gunshot wound was also starting to show signs of healing which sent a wave of relief over Val. Her biggest concern coming in was infection and blood loss.

“No, one of the Onychinus medics did.” One of the twins responded, but she was too focused to discern which one.

“Is he still around? I could use an extra pair of hands.”

“No, he left and went back to the warehouse to check out the others who were hurt.”

“Ok, then you two get in here and help me. I need to see the exit wound, so we need to roll him.” The twins helped Val roll Sylus on to his side and covered over him examine the exit wound. It was a clean exit, no major arteries had been hit, and the evol suppressant seemed to have coated only the outside of the bullet. They rolled him again so he was lying on his back.

Val grabbed an IV kit from her medic bag and inserted a needle into Sylus arm with a small tube hanging off the end. She hooked him up to some fluids which would help allow his body to heal faster.

“Does he have any allergies to any medications?”

Val looked at the twins and they shook their heads with a shrug of their shoulders. She checked her bag to make sure she had plenty of antihistamine should Sylus be allergic and pushed a syringe full of antibiotics into the IV. No immediate signs of reaction and Val let out a breath.

Next, Val hooked him up to the portable monitors and the steady beeping of Sylus’s heart rate filled the room. She turned to the twins.

“Ok, the suppressant looks to be already wearing off since his cuts are showing signs of healing already. It looks like the bullet was coated with the suppressant on the outside and not much got into his bloodstream, but enough for his evol to be incapacitated for a short time. I’ve got him hooked up to fluids and antibiotics and I’m going to keep an eye on the deeper cuts and gunshot wound. Right now, since he is recovering it's just wait and see.” She removed her gloves and threw them away and saw the twins breathe a sigh of relief. Luke went to the window and removed his mask, scrubbing his face with his hands. He looked at Val and she could have sworn she saw his bottom lip quiver and another wave of emotion crashed over Val. She gave him a small smile and wrapped her arm around his shoulders.

“Hey, he’s doing good right now. Come here and I’ll show you.”

Luke followed Val to the monitor screen, and she pointed out each line and what it was for then explained what the normal ranges should be for each of his vital signs. Kieran listened quietly and they both nodded as she walked through each part.

“If he’s doing ok, why isn’t he waking up?”

“Sometimes after a major trauma, the brain forces this deep sleep to allow the body to heal better.”

“He will wake up, right?”

“Yes.”

That could have been a lie, Val had no idea if he’d wake up. If they were at the hospital she would have done imaging on his head and called in a neurologist to give a full examination. She had to think of this as a Hunter Mission. She was a field medic today and the goal was to stabilize and preserve life and so far, both of those goals had been achieved.

“Now, Kieran, I saw you limping. What happened?” Val looked at him sternly.

“I’m good Doc, just a little sore. Nothing that won’t be gone in a couple days, I promise.”

“You tell me if anything changes at all. More pain, the pain doesn’t go away, different kind of pain…”

“Yeah, yeah. I will. You need anything, Doc?”

“Could I have some water?” She looked down and saw her shirt had got Sylus’s blood on it and she cringed at the stain. “And maybe a clean shirt?”

“Grab a T-shirt from the closet and we’ll go get you some water.”

The twins left and she wandered over to the closet, opening the black doors. Everything here was impeccable, organized. She opened a drawer, and it revealed an impressive display of watches. She recognized some of the name brands and whistled low knowing that each one was very expensive. Another drawer held his collection of neck ties and Val ran her fingers softly over them imagining herself tying one him before they went out to dinner.

She opened one more drawer and gasped at the beautiful brooches on display. Each one intricately crafted and inlaid with various gems. If this were anyone else, she would assume all the gems were ostentatious, but she had learned this is just Sylus. A bit of a showoff in subtle ways. Next to the broaches was a section of small compartments holding what looked like necklaces. She pulled out out and held it up and her jaw dropped as she realized it was body chain. Her stomach clenched as she pictured his broad chest adorned with the silver chain. She put the one she was holding down and picked up another one. This one had a loop through the neck area, and she put it down quickly before her imagination wandered too far.

She finally found his t-shirts and threw on a plain black tee. It was huge on her and hung low so she tucked it in as best she could. The twins returned with a bottle of water and excused themselves again to go check on any updates from the warehouse.

Val Approached Sylus and checks his vitals once more. No changes. She brushed the hair back from his face and ran her fingers along the lines of his jaw, across his lips and down his neck, resting her hand on his chest. She hadn’t noticed the mark on his chest before; it looked like a long-healed scar or maybe it was a birthmark.

She yawned and checked the time. Almost three in the morning. She called the ER and Judy answered.

“Hey Judes, it's me. I had an emergency, and I can’t make it in today. I’m sorry for the short notice.”

“Jeez honey, you never miss a shift are you ok? What happened?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine. A friend got into some trouble and I’m helping him out.”

Judy let out a bark of a laugh. “Val, all your friends are here at the hospital. Who was it?”

“Ok, not all my friends work there, I do have other friends, this is no one you know… "

“You’re going to have to tell me who this ‘friend’ is when I see you again. Just let me now if you need anything.”

Val hung up the call and grabbed the extra pillow from Sylus’s bed and laid down on the sofa pulling the throw blanket over her legs. She closed her eyes, but her mind was still reeling and too many thoughts were coming in at once and she couldn’t keep them all straight. She turned and buried her face into the pillow and caught the scent of the detergent. Light and clean with notes of citrus. She pictured Sylus doing laundry and giggled quietly. She imagined him meticulously folding his shirts. He’d never seemed very domestic to her before. Sylus had always been so larger-than-life when they’d seen each other and being in this intimate space of his was shedding new light on who he was.

She sniffed the tshirt of his she was wearing and detected the same detergent smell and smiled, snuggling into the blanket.

As she lay there in the quiet, with only the soft glow of a lamp for light, her smile turned to a frown as she started to think about how fucked this was. Sylus didn’t call her for a week and then all of a sudden, she was summoned to his bedside, but not because she was Val and meant anything to him, but because she was a doctor. And she came running to him.

In all her worry about him, she’d never got angry. She was angry at him for not calling, angry for leading her on and getting her hopes up. She was angry at herself for letting her heart freefall into him and even more angry that she was even angry at him.

But now, he was fine. A little worse for wear, but he was alive, and she was thankful for that. Thankful and pissed off.

The monitor started beeping and she got up to change out the IV bag. Sylus’s vitals had remained strong. She looked at his wounds marveling at how they had continued to rapidly heal, but he still hadn’t woken up and she was pissed about that too. She went back to makeshift bed on the couch lying there for a while staring at his peaceful face.

Val wanted answers to about a thousand questions. Where was he? What happened in the warehouse? What was she to him? She ran through all the questions she had for him and all the things she wanted to say before finally falling asleep once more.

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Light streamed through the window as the sun rose and Sylus stirred awake. His sensitive eyes winced at the bright light as he gathered his surroundings. Home. He was home, in his bed. He tried to sit up but his shoulder was wrapped tight with a bandage and everything from the night before came rushing back. Nico had set him up and tried to kill him. If Nico wasn't already dead Sylus would have hunted him to the ends of the galaxy and back. The twins must have brought him home and he made a mental note to include a nice bonus in their next paycheck.

He noticed the IV in his arm and the empty bag of fluid above his head and wondered who had put that in when he noticed the small frame curled under a blanket on the sofa. Sylus tried to speak but his mouth was dry and her name was caught in his throat. He coughed trying to clear his voice and Val immediately sat up.

“Sylus!”

Her hair was sticking out the sides and she had creases on her face from the pillow, no makeup and one eye was closed from the sun beaming into her face. Sylus hadn’t seen anything so beautiful in a very long time. Val scrambled off the couch and practically tripped over the blanket trying to get to Sylus.

“You’re awake! How do you feel?” She grabbed the bottle of water she had left on the bedside table and helped him take a drink. He didn’t need help, but he enjoyed being cared for. He studied her face for a moment and tried to discern what she was feeling, but she just had a sleepy look on her from having just woken up.

“A bit sore but considering the circumstances I should be a lot worse.” His voice was hoarse, and he took another sip of water. Val propped pillows behind him so he was sitting up and she grabbed her stethoscope from her bag.

“I’m alright, kitten.” He took her hands in his and brought them to his lips, giving her an apologetic look, but she pulled them away and raised an eyebrow at him in warning. She wanted the apology in his eyes, but she had to make sure he was going to stay alive long enough to say it.

“I am your doctor right now, not your… whatever.”

“Yes, Doctor Tatsu.” A smile played on his lips, but he contained it as he saw that Val was serious.

“Sit forward a little.” She placed the chest piece of the stethoscope on Sylus’s bare back. His muscles tensed from the cold metal and Val placed her warm palm on his back.

“Oh, sorry! It’s a little cold. Take a deep breath for me.” She listened to his breath sounds and moved the stethoscope over a bit. "Another.”

Sylus took another deep breath and felt Val move the stethoscope once more.

“One more for me.” She took her stethoscope off and had him lean back again. With gloved hands she carefully removed all the bandages and softly touched the fresh, pink skin underneath and shook her head. He’d been shot and shrapneled less than 6 hours ago, yet his wounds looked like they’d been healing for weeks.

“Your lungs are clear and clearly the suppressant has mostly worn off. I gave you some antibiotics when you were unconscious, I wasn’t sure how long the suppressant would last, and I didn’t want you to get an infection just in case.” She was the picture of professionalism as she carefully removed the needle from his arm as she spoke. She placed bandage on the insertion site then removed all the wires that had been monitoring his vitals. Sylus stared at her silently looking slightly starstruck.

“How is your shoulder? Can you move it normally?” She lifted her arm and rotated it in a full circle demonstrating her question and Sylus rotated his arm around the same way, never taking his eyes off her as she moved about the room packing up her medic bag.

“It’s a little tight, but no pain. Have I been cleared for discharge, doctor?”

Val looked back at Sylus over her shoulder and rolled her eyes as she zipped up her bag. A dimple appeared on her cheek as a reluctant smile formed, and she nodded her head.

“Yes, you are officially discharged from my home care. I should tell the twins you’re awake. They were pretty worried about you.” Val didn’t move, didn’t step closer to him. She wanted to, but it was hard to think when he was there with no shirt on her anger was slipping away by the second.

“Oh, were they the only ones worried about me?” Sylus gave her a knowing look, and his mouth quirked up with a smirk that made Val’s knees weak.

“We both know the answer to that one, Sy.” She turned away but stopped as he spoke again.

“Stay. Talk to me, sweetie.” He reached his hands out and beckoned to her to come closer, yet she still didn’t approach him.

“I’ll come back in once the twins see you, I promise.” She gave him a big smile, but Sylus could see something else was behind her eyes. She quickly left the room and called Luke.

“Doc! How is Boss Man?” Luke answered excitedly and she heard Kieran in the background asking for an update.

“He’s good, he’s awake now. You guys can go see him.” Her stomach rumbled as she heard the twins holler their confirmation and she heard them getting closer from somewhere deeper in the base. They rounded the corner with Mephisto hot on their heels and practically brought her to the ground as they both tackled her with hugs. They removed their masks and the relief on their faces made Val’s heart squeeze.

“Thank you so much, Doc. We knew you would be able to fix him up.”

Mephisto cawed and flapped around excitedly, agreeing with the twins.

“Thank you for calling me. Hey, is it ok if I poke around the kitchen for something to eat?” Her stomach had been rumbling quietly for a while but finally let out a loud cry for food.

“Yeah, help yourself! Mephisto will show you where the kitchen is.”

Mephisto landed on her shoulder with a nuzzle to her cheek and poked his beak in the direction of the kitchen. Val had barely taken in her surroundings and finally took a moment to look at Sylus’s home. High ceilings, dark grey walls with maroon accents. Sconces lined the halls keeping the lighting low and adding to the mysterious aura. They finally made it to the kitchen and Mephisto flew off back the way they came from.

She raided the refrigerator and found ingredients to make herself a sandwich and munched on it slowly, contemplating everything she was feeling.

Tired from little sleep. Irritated at him, annoyed at herself. But above all of that was relief. Deep down she knew she had no right to be mad either. They had set no expectations; there were no obligations to each other. They had always kept their cards close to their chest to avoid getting hurt. Maybe it was time to lay the cards on the table.

The twins came back to the kitchen a while later with big smiles on their faces and chatting about the next steps Sylus had given them.

“He said to have you come back in.” Luke said quietly. He gave her a pat on the arm, and she nodded then put her plate in the sink. Val traced her steps back to Sylus and gave a gentle knock before pushing the door open. He’d mercifully put on a shirt and was sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Hi, kitten.”

She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of his lap so she was straddling him. They just held each other close for a few minutes in silence before Sylus whispered quietly to her.

“I’m so sorry.”

Val let go and sat back and held his face in her hands before kissing him roughly. He tightened his grip on her waist and parted her mouth as he ran his tongue over her lips. Val groaned into his kiss and tangled her hands in his hair pressing her chest to his. Sylus moved his hand to slip under her shirt and let out a low growl as he discovered it was tucked into her leggings. He pulled away with a frustrated look on his face that turned to yearning as he looked at what she was wearing.

“Is this my shirt, kitten?” His eyes darkened and he dug his fingers into the fabric tugging at the extra fabric silently asking permission to take it off. He kissed her neck and Val moaned softly.

She arched her back into him as he softly licked the ticklish spot just below her ear. “Yes, it is your shirt. I got your blood all over the one I wore over here.”

“Mmmm, kinky.” He purred into her ear and Val could feel his cock growing hard beneath her. She kissed him again, plunging her tongue into his mouth and took her time tasting him. She pulled back and looked at him with a coy smile.

“Sylus, you got shot less than 8 hours ago. Sex is going to wait until you’ve had a bit more recovery time. Doctor’s orders.” She kissed him softly, but he quickly deepened the kiss and lay back on the bed bringing her down with him. He didn’t let her move, barely let her breathe as he kissed her like it was their last.

“Fair enough, kitten. This isn’t exactly how I planned to get you in my bed anyhow.” He put one hand behind his head, propping his head up and rubbed Val’s back with the other. He gave her a sultry look, and Val’s eyebrows rose.

“Oh, you had plans to get me in your bed?” She sat up slowly dragging her hands down his chest and rested them on his stomach. Sylus bucked his hips up slightly and Val gasped in surprise. He was still hard as a rock under her and she knew he could feel the growing heat between her thighs.

“Yes, it did go something like this just with fewer gunshot wounds and far less clothing.”

He gave her a half-smile and Val shuddered slightly at his words. A slow smile spread across her face, and she raised her hands up above her head, arching her back and forcing her breasts out. She bit her lip as she looked down at him and his mouth hung open. Val rolled her hips against his cock and ground down onto him. He let out a hiss and he grabbed her thighs, digging his fingers in deep.

“Kitten…”

“Don’t worry, baby. Good girls come for boys who wait…”

Quicker than lightning Sylus had her on her back. He spread her legs with his thighs and put his weight on her. He was fully hard, and Val could feel his impressive length pressing against her clit and a moan escaped from her mouth. He leaned down and inhaled deeply into her neck, whispering softly and his breath tickled her ear.

“Then I’ll be a very good boy and wait.”

He placed a single kiss on her lips and got up off the bed. Val lay there breathless with her skin on fire. Her body tingled all over and her claims of being a very patient woman were close to being proven false.

Sylus held out his hand with one eyebrow raised and a triumphant look on his face. Val took his hand he helped her up wrapping his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled her neck and held her close and Val let out a big yawn.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t really slept.” She closed her eyes and rested her head back on Sylus’s chest and she felt the rumble of his voice as he let out a low hum.

“Well, my doctor did order me to more recovery time after being shot less than eight hours ago – “

Val interrupted him. “Yes, she did, and she stands by those orders.”

“And since that same doctor has made it apparent that she needs some recovery herself.” He spun her around and tilted her chin up so she would look at him, “Maybe the doctor and her patient should recover…together.”

The dimples he couldn’t get enough of slowly appeared on her face and she turned her head to her shoulder with a blush rising on her cheeks.

“Well, how could the doctor refuse such a request from her favorite patient.” Sylus moved her face to his again and placed a kiss on her forehead. They crawled into his bed, and she snuggled up to him. They lay facing each other and she gave him a mischievous smile.

“Was part of your ‘Get Val Into Bed’ plan sleeping with me before actually, uh, sleeping with me.” She could barely finish her sentence before she started gigging uncontrollably. Sylus laughed out loud, and Val nuzzled her face into his chest, right at the darker spot she noticed on him earlier. He tucked a leg in between hers and pulled her close as their laughter died down.

“You’re funny when you’re tired, sweetie.”

“I’m always funny, Sylus.”

“Yes, you are kitten. Now get some sleep.” He kissed the top of her head and rested his chin on the same spot. He’d been sleeping for hours already so he wasn’t as tired as Val was. He listened to the sound of her breathing, and she quickly fell into a deep sleep. Sylus still didn’t know what to say to her. He knew there was a lot she wasn’t saying and even more she wasn’t asking. He understood her hesitation, because he felt the same way. He shifted them so she was laying across his chest. Val stirred slightly and draped her arm across his stomach. He fell asleep holding her in his arms. Having her here made everything so clear yet so muddy still. He’d never thought that he could feel this way again, he wasn’t sure that he ever wanted to again until the day he met her. Sylus didn’t understand why back then, but he certainly could now see why it was her that had unlocked him.

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Defending Your Honor

Charles Leclerc x Wife!Reader Summary... When online hate targets you, Charles takes matters into his own hands. A fan gets banned. The fandom gets obsessed. And you? You get reminded that Charles will always choose you, loudly, publicly, and intimately.

Trigger Warnings: Online harassment, misogynistic slurs, public confrontation, smut, explicit language

A/N: enjoy reading this little piece. let me know how you like it. dont forget to like, reblog, and comment your thoughts. request are open guys, so feel free to request anything. have a beautiful day :)

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Charles wasn’t always online, but when he was, it was either to scroll through memes Arthur had sent or to check your Instagram.

Even after a long race weekend of press conferences, media obligations, debriefs; he always made time to find you.

That night, you were curled against him on the couch of your Monaco apartment, fast asleep in one of his red team shirts. The TV hummed softly in the background, showing some home renovation show you’d both forgotten to change.

He should’ve gone to sleep too. But instead, he opened Twitter.

You were trending.

Not in a fun way.

#JusticeforYN

His brows furrowed. Clicking into the tag, his stomach tightened.

A video from the Canadian GP paddock. You and Charles, walking hand-in-hand, laughing at something he’d whispered. Normal. Sweet. Intimate.

Then another clip.

You talking to Arthur, sipping on an iced coffee with a soft smile. And in the background a loud, jarring, hateful voiceovers:

“Charles’s hoe.”

“She’s only famous because she’s fucking him.”

“She thinks she’s special? Please.”

The woman recording was clearly visible. A bright red Ferrari crop top and cowboy hat. Screaming over the barrier.

Charles’s jaw clenched as the screen glowed against his face. You hadn't even flinched. You hadn’t heard any of it over the music and crowd.

But now he had.

Scrolling deeper, he found more: the same account tweeting threats. Saying she’d be at Silverstone. That she was going to “ruin” you. That she’d won a meet and greet through a sponsor.

Not on my fucking watch.

You found him pacing the kitchen the next morning, phone pressed to his ear, wearing nothing but boxers and a deep frown.

"...yes, I want her name off the list. Immediately. No, I don’t care who approved it. It’s a safety concern."

You rubbed your eyes. "Cha? Everything okay?"

His expression softened. He pressed the phone to his chest. "It’s handled, mon coeur."

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Silverstone.

You were chatting with Lily and Carmen near the espresso machine when Charles stiffened beside you.

“She’s here,” he murmured under his breath.

Your chest tightened. You didn’t have to ask who. You saw the flash of red and country through the corner of your eye.

She was in line for the VIP meet and greet.

Charles excused himself with a kiss to your temple. You watched him cross the room with that quiet, purposeful energy that always made people stop and stare.

“Hi,” he said politely to the girl.

She lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh my god! Charles, I’m such a fan—”

“Can I speak with you? Privately.”

They moved off to the side. You couldn’t hear the conversation, but you saw her face fall. Security flanked them moments later.

Charles returned a few minutes later and wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

“She won’t bother you again. Or anyone else.”

Later that evening, tucked in your hotel bed, his hand slid beneath your shirt.

“Still thinking about it?” you asked softly.

He kissed your shoulder. “Only how I should’ve found her sooner.”

You turned in his arms, straddling his lap. “You’re not responsible for every idiot with a Twitter account, Cha.”

His hands gripped your thighs. "Non. But I am responsible for making you feel safe."

You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his. "I feel safe."

His lips were slow, reverent, then suddenly needy. His hands pulled your underwear aside and you gasped into his mouth.

“You’re mine,” he whispered into your skin, over and over. “Only mine.”

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Fan Footage, Later That Week:

A blurry video of Charles sneaking a kiss against your neck before heading into the team garage. Captioned: “he’s obsessed with her and I love that for him.”

A Polaroid posted to your Instagram: your feet resting on Charles’s lap in the motorhome, coffee cups on the table, his hand on your thigh. Caption: quiet moments.

Another clip from a fan outside the paddock: Charles lifting your suitcase out of the car while wearing your name embroidered on the back of his jacket.

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Twitter Aftermath

@f1gossipgirl: charles leclerc handled that like a KING. his wife is off limits, period.

@slowmoferrari: she didn’t even flinch. queen behavior.

@theylovecarles: charles removing a fan for disrespecting yn, then going out and qualifying P1? the husband energy is CRAZY.

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That night, as you curled into his chest, Charles whispered, “They’ll never understand what you mean to me.”

You smiled against his collarbone. “They don’t have to.”

He kissed your hair, heart steady now. “I’ll always protect you. Always.”

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So Is it Your Place Or Mine?

bfd!joel miller x younger!reader

summary: summer is over, but your affair with joel isn't (or, you grind on joel's belt buckle while sarah is at soccer practice)

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, p. in v., exhibition kink (sarah is again a victim of this), brat taming (this two are soo into it), degradation kink, praise kink, lwk breeding kink, daddy kink (wow! it's a whole library of alexandria of kinks in here), fingering, dad bod!joel (best joel you mean), angst (oh guys look oh no it's alr starting), dirty talk!!!!! (they're so dirty ew i want it too wait who said that)

word count: 3,701 words

side note: and it became officially a series. hope u all are into this as much as i am because it's my first series ever !!!!! ALSO angst finally makes it way in this mess LET'S GO (i'mcrying i really looked up big texas belt to come up with a mental image in the middle of class, i'm so sorry to whoever sat behind me but idc abt me writing smut while at uni; we die like real men)

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"What do you mean you're not coming?"

It's been an unspoken rule that, even if you hate sports and the ball stays ten meters away from you, you always come to Sarah's soccer practice, cheering for her from your usual spot at the benches.

Except today, you aren't there. And now Sarah is calling you when she shouldn't, but that she doesn't know.

"I can't. I have stuff to work on stuff"

Bullshit.

Your laptop and the half-written essay sit untouched at the coffee table. The thing being touched in question, is something entirely different.

"Need help?"

His hands grip any free spot of your glistening skin, sucking on the rosy pink until it turns maroon red.

"I'm at my dorm, sorry"

Double bullshit.

Sarah doesn't even know your car is parked next to her dad's truck. She has about four hours to find out.

"I can drop by later then" she suggests.

His hot breath tingles against your neck as his nose caresses the spot. Bad girl, he mouths, like he wasn't the one who told you to pick up, despite his daughter's name on the caller's ID. You try to reach for a kiss, but his digits press on your hair, pulling you back with violence to forbid your lips from touching his. Bad girl, and your arousal drips with more intensity at the remark. Bad girl.

"No!" the answer comes quick, your voice strained, and Sarah jokes that you should take it easy with your classes, instead of suspecting anything else.

"Fine! I won't go if you don't want me to, but if you show up dead by stress, I'll be free of guilt"

He kisses the outline of your jaw with sloppy movements, like he just wants to busy himself while Sarah blabbers about the practice, and you keep trying to make her stop, but she tells you not to worry, that she's on a break right now, and the task to avoid whimpering at his rough kisses across your neck becomes increasingly difficult. A gasp escapes your lips when his teeth sink into your flesh. Mine, not to be said but to be felt. Seen by the rest. A pretty red that tastes like the blood he craves, the hunger akin to violence. Bad girl, and he's biting your lip to stop any other filthy noises from escaping. What if she hears?

"Are you okay?" concern laced on Sarah's tone. Guilt creeps through the cracks of the worn-out paint of his bedroom, one your friend had practically begged him to restore; the joke of it all was that was about his job yet he couldn't fix his own goddamn house. "Y/n, did you hurt yourself?"

I'm treating you well, ain't I, doll? and then he'd grin against the crook of your neck before looking at you, his dark blown-wide pupils gazing at you with a hunger you didn't think it was possible. They'd burn, and the fire didn't scare you: it was the warm your cold body needed. Tell Sarah her daddy ain't hurting her slut of a friend.

"I-I'm fine" you manage to choke out. Good girl.

Joel's lids feel heavy as a crown. But you like 'em rough, don't 'cha, baby?

"Should I worry?"

Joel pulls harder, your scalp burning at the harsh tug. Answer when I ask. You breathe in heavily, and Sarah keeps on asking you if you're okay, threatening to burst through a dorm door she'll find empty.

"N-no" you meekly answer, and he laughs at your demeanor. Under his weight, pinned down on the mattress, there's nowhere to run to.

"Is it okay if I-"

"Sarah I need to hang, okay? My head hurts. Bye" it all comes down in a rush, the words a vomit of excuses. You make sure the call has ended, and so does Joel, that in an act of mercy, has stopped. You both look the screen until the lockscreen is back up again, a picture of you and Sarah. Despite used to having his weight on top of you, your throat feels constricted.

"Do you want to traumatize your daughter, Mr. Miller?"

He's back at his task of kissing, making you moan and writhe at the sensitivity of your kissed and bit skin during the last hour. You hate how he takes his time―edging you; unbearable.

"What I want is you"

The lie comes out effortlessly from his teeth. He wants you, needs you, but does he really want you? His daughter's best friend, the college girl he was going to lecture just last summer―to live life and forget about him, yet couldn't. He lies to himself, saying he didn't because you felt asleep, but feeling a warm body next to him, being your beautiful frame of all people, made it hard.

The way he makes a moaning mess out of you, how he knows every spot of your body no one had been able to please before, how your cunt stretches perfectly around his cock, how you call his name like no one else had done. It belongs to you now, and this is a vice.

It's like he's got a wound, and you're the only balm that can soothe the pain. But the effect is temporary, and after you leave, he always finds himself wanting more.

The doubt on his eyes has your heart beating out of fear.

"Then have me, Mr. Miller" you dare.

When Joel smiles, barely noticeable, something flutters in your stomach.

"Al'ight, impatient one. We have sum hours until Sarah's back. Spread" his hand nudges your thighs apart, and you oblige, making Joel chuckle at your obedience. "Good girl, baby. S'good f'r me"

You let out a gentle moan at the praise, and he smirks at your reaction.

"Feelin' desperate, are we?" he taunts, seeing your pretty lips parted and face flushed, a whine escaping them.

"Shut the fuck up and just kiss me already" you beg, pussy throbbing painfully.

"Damn brat" he hisses, "ain't you such'a needy greedy slut?" his finger hooks on your panties, tugging you closer into him, your body rising to clash against his softer frame that has nothing to do with his rough demeanor. You can feel the bulge that has formed through his pants, making you moan in delight.

"Sorry, daddy. I'll be a good girl" you squirm under his weight, pouting lips and batting eyelashes. "Please, kiss me. Pretty please, daddy"

"Jus' cus you asked well" but he knows it's an excuse to capture your sweet lips until he's tasted all of you. You once heard old men kiss like they want to devour every inch of your mouth, to make space for their tongue like it's going to live in there, and they were right.

He pulls away from the kiss to pull out his shirt, revealing his soft body. Your hands itch, immediatly reaching for it with wandering fingers. He chuckles at the eagerness, but then he catches the subtle adoration in your eyes, and his breath hitches, heart stopping.

"What's wrong?" you look up, and it's gone. Maybe he imagined it.

Joel doesn't know why he feels dissapointed by it.

He tries to push the thoughts back, head diving down between your breasts, leaving sloppy kisses and messy trails of saliva with his tongue on each one. He gives a special lick to your hardened nipples, making you squirm.

"Gonna bend y'r fuckin' sexy little body on this sheets. Gonna make you cum all'over, until y'r scent is'mpregnated on 'em"

You groan at his words, fingers pulling down the pajama shorts you brought over, revealing your pretty black laced lingerine.

"Fuck, baby. You wore 'em for me?" he's asking, and you'd be crazy if you think the tone reveals devotion. Is Joel even capable of warmth?

He leaves a new trail of kisses, this time, running from your neck to your stomach.

"Gonna make you scream my name 'til that's the only thin' you know how to say" his hot breath tingles over your abdomen. He buries his face in there, the mustache and scruffy graying hair tickling the skin. "Gon' give you such'a load, this flat stomach of yours will be bustin' with my seed"

You whine at his filthy words, mouth agape slightly. He looks at your soaked panties, arousal on clear display now. Joel's cock twitches in the confines of his jeans.

He lets out a low growl. "Look at you, such'a slut for me. Drippin' wet like a fuckin' whore and desperate, when I ain't even touch you"

To prove so, Joel teasingly runs his fingers along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your soaking core.

He pulls your underwear down, taking them off.

"M'gonna fuck you real good, baby" his fingers dig on your thighs for support, the burning sensation of his calloused digits on your soft skin delicious. "Gon' take care of what's mine"

Mine.

The words ring loud and clear. The only other noise to be heard is his lips leaving wet sounds against your thighs. Does Joel even realize what he said? Or was it in the heat of the moment?

No, wait. Stop. Why do you care?

He begins to rub circles in your clit, coating his fingers in your dripping arousal, prodding the tense needy hole, making you moan in desperation.

"Please, daddy" your lips cry as you beg for him to do anything to remove the pain in between your legs.

"Please, what?" Joel teases, voice raspy. He keeps prodding your center, his digits in and out in a gentle manner, contrasting his hard hold on your thigh. You squirm and whine at the sensation, but maybe it's the dark on his eyes that's really responsable for making you shrink under his gaze. "Think 'm doin' this for ya'? To please ya'? No, baby" he tuts, "you were a bad girl. Almost got caught"

"If you didn't make me answer" you seethe, a moan almost escaping your lips when his fingers hit that sweet spot of yours. "Maybe if you didn't, she wouldn't-"

Joel removed his fingers from you, and you reduce to a moaning mess, begging for the release you were chasing and now it's lost.

"But you wanted'er to know, didn't ya'?" he unbuckles his belt and fumbles with his worn-out jeans, revealing a barely concealed neediness on his side. "Wanted'er to know where 'er slut of a friend was: at daddy's house, beggin' for his dick like a cockhungry slut"

"I-I want it. Want you dick" you barely choke out, lips parted at the sight of his pulsating dick's silhouette under his brief.

"Then take it, hungry one"

His tip buries deeply into your cunt before you even speak again, sliding inside in one swift motion. You gasp, as he fills you up completely, because despite the way your cunt stretches for him, or the way you have had his dick and need it, his girth never fails to amaze you.

"D-daddy" you moan, walls stretching to accommodate his size. Your sweet arousal drips down your thighs, coating Joel's balls. Fuck, doesn't he love to see you squirming under him. He's never had a woman like you before, wrapped around his finger. You may be a girl, but God, you feel so much better around his dick than anyone else: your cunt tenses around his cock deliciously, his dick twitching when he takes a look at your legs shaking and fucked out state.

"That's it, pretty girl. Beg for'it"

His words go straight to your core as you moan. "Please. Let me take all of you, Joel, please"

You said his name. Fuck. He shouldn't be this aroused, but the way you say it like that's the only thing you know, like it means something more, it makes his dick throb and heart sting. That he, Joel Miller, old bitter man, single dad, could mean more to a young pretty girl like you.

"Fuck" he grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair as he begins to pull out slowly, plunging inside of you with harsh movements. The sound of skin clapping is obscene as he begins to fuck you mercilessly. "Ain't you a noisy lil' thing, huh? You like that, baby? You like it rough?"

Your voice comes out shaky. "Y-yes, daddy. F-fuck, just like that. I like it a l-lot"

"Good girl" he grins satisfied with your respone, his thrusts getting rougher and messier. "Lookin' s'pretty with my dick's inside of you"

Joel changes angles without telling you, brushing your g-spot. A noise so loud and vulgar comes out of your parted lips, and you feel ashamed.

But then he's brushing a strand of hair from your face, with a delicacy you've seen reserved for his daughter only. It feels weird, and you try that it doesn't distract you from your looming orgasm.

"Joel..." you breath out his name.

"Yes?" with everything coming out of his mouth: possesiveness, neediness, pleasure. Like he'd give you the world if you just ask, despite telling himself he wouldn't.

"K-keep going"

Your gaze bores into his eyes with an intensity that almost makes him stop. Because the words are simple, but Joel's been alive enough on this Earth to know it doesn't mean just that.

Keep going. Don't stop. Don't end this. Don't let me go.

"Whatever m'princess asks if she asks 'em nice"

You scream in pleasure as his thrusts become deeper, his balls slapping against your cunt, as your slick begins to run down your thighs. Joel thinks he's going crazy at the way your folds take him, how tight you feel, and the loud noises you make, begging him to fuck you harder, to use you. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge, writhing under his touch as you begin to see stars.

"You close, aren't ya'?" he laughs, but it's devoid of mockery. A subtle softness hides behind them. Ask nicely, and I shall give. "Gon' cream 'round my dick like a good girl, right?"

His digits dig in the flesh of your hips, guiding himself to fuck you harder, for you to take him better, caging your body under the sheets, pushing you even closer to your orgasm. You mewl loudly, tears in the corner of your eyes at the delicious burn.

If you told yourself a year ago you'd be crying over Joel Miller's dick, of all people, you'd probably laugh. But no college boys had been able to please you, less bring you to tears as you reach your orgasm. This is heaven, and you aren't ready to say goodbye to the paradise you found in summer just yet.

Your core tenses around him, body so close to finishing, hair a mess, eyes brimming with tears, and lips spilling the filthiest sounds ever heard to humankind. It's heaven, and Joel isn't ready to give it up just yet. Your pussy throbs, and as your juices mix as one, you roll your eyes and head back, your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening faster. Before you can register, your mind goes blank and you're seeing stars.

You come around his cock, coating it in your arousal as Joel admires how you cream his member, tight walls almost pushing him out of you. He groans at your simmering cries, some tears coming out of your eyes.

"What'e fuckin' slut, baby. You sure are somethin' else" he chuckles, his thrusts messier by his own high approaching. "Wait for me, yeah, baby?"

You humm, as he buries deep into you, filling you up completely, as his hips stop their harsh movements when he feels the tension in his abdomen release.

"Fuckin' sweet" he uses a finger to clean some of the slick that's run down your leg. "Good girl"

He licks them off in an obscene display, making sure to never break contact.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna become a real bad girl" you taunt.

Then he pulls out of you carefully, doing his best not to spill too much of his load from your cunt. He grabs one of the corners of his sheets, cleaning some of his seed from your thighs. Joel should be careful, but all his foggy mind can muster is you being his in every way he can. Making you his. Mine. Mine. Mine. You plead him not to do that, but he argues laundry day is soon and he likes it better when it smells like you anyway. You confess with a cute light blush in your cheeks that you do the same when he comes over to fuck you in your dorm, sleeping better when the covers smell like him. He shouldn't feel like this: like it could be. But he allows himself to, even for an instant.

"Oh, yeah?" he pants, "what you gon' do?"

Your eyes travel to his jeans and untied buckle he hadn't wasted time taking off, rather just pulling them down.

"I have something in mind..." you wander off, remembering filthy thoughts of your first night together, how you briefly thought about it. "I-" you cut off, blushing furiously.

"Yes?" he holds your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him as his rough fingers press on the skin. "Remember what I told ya', baby? To ask nicely? 'Cause you said you'd be a good girl, so be one and tell daddy what'd ya' want"

You gulp, trying to hold his gaze. You never back down. You never back down. But the intensity of the shinning copper makes that insufferable character of yours to be tamed, boiling against the surface but just scratching, all screams lost. Is like he knows this power over you, acting on it with a benevolence so sick, it has you thinking loving Joel Miller isn't impossible.

You never back down, but being with Joel feels like walking over stones, always thinking about the next step and the ones that were, ghosts of the lingering doubts and afterthoughts behind every step you take. It's like there's a river below them, washing away regret.

But you're still here: water up your knees then and now over your head.

You're barely floating. You'd be willing to drown anyway.

"I want to ride your belt buckle"

There's silence in the other side, until its met with a light chuckle.

"Yeah?" Joel keeps on laughing, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "S'that what that filthy head of yours be thinkin' on?"

"Stop it" you groan, covering your hot face with your palms. You wish you could erase that ugly smirk off his face. "I'm never telling you anything again, ever"

"Now c'mon, baby. I was jus' messin' 'round" his tone adquires a soft edge to it, tender warm hands removing yours from your face. "Don't cover your face, baby. You're too goddam pretty" you blush, and Joel better resist the urge to kiss you just for the sake of kissing you. "I didn't mean to make fun of ya'. You know y'can tell me anythin' that's goin' inside that head of yours"

"Then you'll let me?" your pretty eyes look up to him, shinning like the stars of the summer night sky months ago.

He can't deny you anything, and a small crack of fear wounds his impenetrable heart.

"Get'ere you filthy slut"

You eagerly climb onto his lap as he sits against the beds headboard, your thighs pushing against his belly.

"Now" he tries to put in a more comfortable position, his tired joints creaking. He avoids your gaze, coughing over his blush. "You do all the job, baby. I ain't gonna help you, this greedy pussy took all of my energy"

You giggle, moving until your bare pussy clashes against the cold. A shiver runs down your spine, the dried juices moistening again over the metal piece. His hands move to your hips, hands now soft as they hold you, and he seems unsure of it, both of your breaths coming out ragged.

"You said you weren't gonna help" you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. His face feels closer, and you can see lines time has marked across his features. "But thanks, daddy"

His heart takes a dangerous leap.

"'Course, baby" he smiles. "You know I spoil ya' too damn much"

You begin to roll your hips, sliding your pussy over the cold material, your arousal making a wet slick sound that bounces off the walls, a shiver down your back as you feel your slick already coating the front of it and the top of his jeans.

"Mmm, can't say no to me, can you, baby?" you mock, rocking your hips back and forth. A shaky breath escapes your parted lips, and Joel feels his renovated dick spring hard. You moan, your ass barely touching his now tense member.

"Quit runnin' that mouth of y'rs, baby" his digits dig on your skin, "or I'll bend ya' over again"

"Sorry, daddy" you feel the metal star on the middle digging inside your pussy, the borders of the imprint brushing your leaking cunt in a pleasant way. "I promise to be good"

"Do" he grunts, "you're runnin' out of time, doll"

You close your eyes, movements more quick and erratic, little moans leaving your body as you groan.

"Tell me how this lil' experiment of yours feelin', baby"

"F-feels good, daddy. Fuck" you groan, lifting your hips a bit as you grind yourself down across the material. "So so good, daddy. Thank you, daddy"

"Mmm, that's right. Now be a good girl and come for me. Let me see that pretty face of yours when ya' come over ma' belt"

You let out a shaky breath, juices spilling over his jeans even as you see stars. He chuckles, enamoured at the sight.

"You gonna need help with that?" you point out his boner.

Oh, aren't you a doll? So kind-hearted.

"That's okay" he breathes out, tiredly. He thinks of the next trip to the bathroom, the image of what he'll fuck himself to clear now.

You smile at him, for the first time forgetting this started as a blowing-off-steam-time or transaction.

For a moment, it feels like it could be.

"Jus' seein' you cum all over me so prettily is'nough, baby"

credits: divider @kodaswrld / gif @loregifs

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wicked games | choi "thanos" su-bong

cw: manager! reader, rapper! thanos, fwb but thanos wants you real bad, pre-squid game! au, flirting, teasing, suggestive comments and innuendo, female reader, no use of y/n, oral sex, unprotected sex, thanos cums in his pants, 18+, MDNI

synopsis: thanos never meant to catch feelings for his cold, no-nonsense manager he’s been hooking up with.

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You were sat beside Thanos at his kitchen island, your fingers scrolling on your iPad as you flitted through your calendar, which included all of his important appointments for the month as well as your own.

Your posture was as rigid and straight as your tone as you spoke about his upcoming tour. For work.

That’s what tonight was. Work.

You scheduled a dinner date with him, which he suggested take place at his luxury home, hoping that it would be intimate and personal, and yet like always, you'd gone straight to business from the moment you sat down at the countertop.

He watched your lips move as you spoke, barely processing the words leaving your mouth. He was more focused on the softness, the fullness of your lips. How they looked stained red from the wine you were drinking.

He had kissed them before. And you had let him. More than once.

His fingers curled against the glass. "…so if you want to switch up the setlist—are you even listening?" He blinked, tilting his head.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm listening."

You gave him a sharp look, unimpressed. "Then tell me what I just said."

His mouth quirked. You were always like this. So put-together, so untouchable, so fucking cold; except for the nights you weren’t.

The nights where you let him press you into the walls of hotel rooms and penthouses just like this, where you gasped against his mouth and dug your nails into his back and let him ruin you.

You'd let him fuck you stupid on his cock until you were an incoherent mess, your neat hair spread out under you and your lipstick smudged onto your chin, with the remainder of it on his mouth.

Then, in the morning, you always pretended it never happened. Always leaving first without a single word, even when it was in your apartment.

He was too busy imagining the different positions he could put you in if you just loosened up for two seconds to notice that you were still waiting for a response. Thanos exhaled through his nose, smiling innocently.

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head before taking another sip of wine, your throat working as you swallowed. His fingers tightened around his glass.

"You never focus," you sighed, shifting in your chair. "If you actually paid attention instead of zoning out...

"Maybe I wouldn’t zone out if you weren’t so fucking boring," he cut in, his voice lazy, rough.

That got a reaction. Your expression barely shifted, but he caught the faintest flicker in your eyes, annoyance.

Good. He liked when he got to you.

"I'm not boring. I just know how to organize my priorities. In case you haven't noticed, your life would be a mess without me." You say, your voice clipped.

"You're right about that, actually." He grinned, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "Who else could fuck me as good as you? I can't find a replacement for your pussy."

He saw the flicker of your gaze, the way your throat worked as you swallowed, the subtle shift in your breathing. Your cheeks were a blazing pink with anger and embarrassment. He liked when you weren't being a robot for two seconds and felt something for him.

Whether it was want and anticipation for your next time in bed together, or a flicker of care, like back when he had gotten sick after a show in Busan.

When you had been the one hovering in his doorway, your eyes softened and your brows furrowed together in quiet concern. When you had sat next to him and dabbed sweat off his forehead with a warm towel and held his hand.

He had never brought it up.

You would have denied it anyway.

"Anyway." He broke the silence, leaning closer to you. "You were talking about stage lights?" You scoff and shake your head, staring at him disbelievingly.

"I wasn't talking about stage lights, Su bong." You snap at him, getting annoyed at him by this point.

You lean back slightly so he's not in your face, and the movement causes your breasts to bounce in a way he can't look away from.

Thanos’ smirk widened as he shamelessly stared, his dark eyes fixed on your chest before trailing up to your lips again. He shifted his hand up to your knee.

"You lean back like that again," he murmured, his fingers sliding up the fabric of your skirt just a little, barely touching the skin of your thigh, "and I might think you’re trying to play games with me."

You inhaled sharply, your spine straightening at the contact, but you didn’t push him away. You never did, and that’s why he kept testing you. Kept touching you, kept pushing just a little further every time.

You gave him a sharp look, clearly unimpressed. "Watch it."

"And you're a delusional little tease," he shot back immediately, grinning as his fingers curled against your thigh, kneading the soft flesh. "Seriously, you ever get tired of pretending you don’t want me? 'Cause it’s getting a little old, princess."

You scoffed and shifted in your seat, but that only made his grip tighten. His other hand slid under your stool, pulling you in much closer.

"Enough, Su. You always do this," you said with exasperation, grabbing both his wrists and setting them on his lap. He merely laughed and grabbed your waist once more with his big hands.

"Do what?" he grinned, leaning in so his lips brushed against your ear. "Tell you how sexy you are? My sweet little manager. Sometimes I think you might hate me."

"Don't be ridiculous." You shot back, pushing some hair out of your eyes and shaking your head with frustration. "Now, can we please foc-"

"I'm ridiculous? You're the one who gets onto me every time we're alone and let me fuck your sloppy little pussy." His fingers flexed against your waist, voice dropping into that flirtatious tone that he knew made your stomach tighten.

"Stop it." You repeat, your face too warm for your liking. You hate the way you can't seem to control yourself around him. You wanted him to shut up so you could focus and finally accomplish something without ending up bouncing on his cock.

Ever since you'd indulged him for the first time, it feels impossible for you two to be around each other without this happening.

His hand slid from your waist up to your jaw, fingers tilting your chin up so you couldn’t look away from him. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, his eyes flickering down to your mouth, full of heat and intent.

"You think about it, don’t you?" he continued. "When you’re alone at night. You touch yourself and think about me, huh?"

Your nails dug into your palm, lips pressing together. He liked your little pouts. They were so cute. He liked to catch you off guard and press your lips against his quite often when you were sulking, and you were afraid he'd do it now. "Stop it now, Su-bong. I won't ask again."

He only grinned wider. "Ohhh, you do." He squeezed your thigh again, mocking you now. His free hand pushed his thumb firmer on your lips. "Knew it."

You jerked your head away, pushing at his stupid, handsome face. That seemed to goad him on, however, and his hands hooked around your waist, tugging you forward so your knees hit his. Your balance wavered, and your hands landed flat on his chest. You could feel his heart pounding.

His fingers trailed up the curve of your spine, slow and deliberate, until they tangled into the hair at the nape of your neck. He grinned as he gave it a slight tug, forcing your head back just enough for him to drop his mouth closer to yours.

Your breath fanned against his lips, warm and quick.

"You always leave me hanging, pretty baby," he said softly, slotting his mouth over yours but not kissing you just yet. And he called you the tease. "Why don’t you stick around this time?"

Your lips parted. For a split second, he thought you’d let him win. But then you blinked, your expression shuttering. Your hands flattened against his chest, firm now, pushing him back.

Thanos let out an exaggerated sigh, dragging a hand down his face. "You're impossible, you know that?"

You scowled, slamming a hand down on the counter to shut him up. "Do you even understand how important this tour is? You do this every time. You don’t take anything seriously until the last second, and then I’m the one running around fixing your mess. And you think it’s funny-"

He cuts you off by groaning loudly and picking you up by your waist, lifting you onto the counter in one smooth motion.

Your breath hitched in shock, your hands gripping his shoulders as your thighs instinctively parted to accommodate the space he took up between them.

Your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it. It felt like it was echoing through your whole body. He got right in your face, his hands gripping your hips, holding you there. His breath was warm against your lips, his voice low and strained.

"God, you are so fucking bossy."

You blinked, thrown off for just a second. But then your hands pushed against his chest, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. "Excuse me?"

"Bossy. Annoying. Nagging." His nose scrunched up, his fingers pressing into your waist. "So fucking uptight. All you ever do is bark orders at me."

"Because you never listen!"

He frowned, beginning to unbutton your blouse. You couldn't find it in yourself to stop him. "Shut up." He muttered, his hands hooking around your body to take off your bra as well, letting your tits spill out. He sighed out loud and marveled at them, big hand grabbing onto the mounds and squeezing. he flicked your left nipple with the pad of his thumb.

"Mm!" You choke out, squirming against his wandering hand. "Su, l-listen," You mewled out his name desperately, writhing as his free hand palmed at your clothed pussy under your skirt.

“You can take it, princess,” he murmured. “Open your legs.”

You obliged, and his eyes lit up at the soft, damp patch forming on your panties. He groaned and tugged your panties down your legs, pressing open mouthed kisses to the column of your throat to distract you from him stuffing them into his pocket.

His mouth traveled lower, licking at your nipple sucking on the soft bud before transitioning to the other, his lips hot on the soft, plump flesh of your breast.

He's sure to kiss around the nipple and suck on your skin enough to leave marks, his teeth indenting your skin just hard enough for you to cry out.

"Ngh, s-stop m-messing around," you warned.

"Why should I? That's not how we work, princess. You're not in charge right now."

You frowned, squirming slightly. You're unable to keep your moans at bay, and you can't help but find the sounds he's making while sucking on your tits embarrassing. However, he didn't stop.

His hands kneaded your breasts, thumbs and fingers sinking into the pliant mounds as he lavished attention on each nipple in turn. He licked and sucked, his tongue tracing the curve of your areola, his teeth nipping at the tender skin. Your back arched, pressing your chest further into his eager mouth, craving more of his touch, his heat.

Moaning softly, he continued his assault on your breasts, the obscene sound of his suckling and slurping filling the room. His fingers tugged and rolled your nipples, the dual sensations of pain and pleasure blending into a heady mix that made your head spin.

As he finally released your spit-slick nipples, he kissed a trail down your stomach, his tongue dipping into your navel. He licked and tasted every inch of your exposed skin, his hands mapping the curves of your waist and hips, the flare of your thighs. Your skin burned under his touch, your body aching and eager for his caress.

He got on his knees, reaching the apex of your thighs. Thanos hesitated momentarily, his breath hot against your pussy. He inhaled deeply, the scent of your arousal filling his nostrils. "Fuck, you smell amazing," he kissed your inner thigh. "Been waiting to see her weeks now. You keep ignoring me and playing hard to get, princess. I'm tired of it."

He nipped at your thigh, and you squealed when he bit down on the pudgy flesh, smoothing his tongue over the blossoming red welt on your skin.

Not wasting any time, Thanos dove in, his mouth covering your pussy in a broad stroke. His tongue parted your folds, delving into your slick heat, tasting your essence. He groaned against your flesh, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading your legs wider, opening you further to his greedy mouth. He licked and sucked, his tongue circling your clit before flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked, seeking more of his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.

"S-slow down!" You cry out as his nose bumps against your clit, and he shoves his face fully into your cunt, lapping at your folds so eagerly that he started to drool. His cock strained against his pants with excitement, and he growled lowly into your pussy. "Hold still, stupid," He murmured, grabbing your thighs and spreading them as far as they could go.

You pant, your head lolling back. He slides one of his hands into yours to keep you upright, while his other moves between your legs as he sucks on the sopping folds of your pussy, shoving a finger deep inside.

With a scream, your legs begin to shake and you try to move back so you dont gush all over his face, but he drags you forward by your hip, his finger gliding easily through your slick arousal. "Stop running away from me. Stay put or ill get the ropes," He threatened, pushing his finger up against your sweet spot.

"N-no! Ngh... I'm cumming! Please, it's too much," Your begging comes with soft whines as your eyes fill with shiny tears, and he moans against your pussy, rutting his fat, drooling cock against the leg of one of the stools desperately.

Your walls clenched around his invading finger, gripping the thick digit tightly.

Pleasure coiled taut in your tummy, your body wound tight like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. Drool dripped down his chin as he ate you out almost reverently, the obscene sound of his suckling and slurping filling the kitchen.

The counter beneath you grew slick with your juices, a testament to your overwhelming arousal. He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your breath coming in sharp gasps and pants as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak.

You weakly cry out his name while leaning back and dropping your body onto the countertop, your orgasm coming crashing down hard as he continued to eat your pussy through it. That was all it took for him to finish in his pants, cumming in his boxers hard.

Your vision went white, stars exploding behind your eyelids as pure, unadulterated bliss consumed your every sense, until finally, with a shuddering sigh, your body went limp and pliant against the countertop.

He leaned back, his chin covered in your juices. He didn't bother to wipe his chin, standing up and pulling down the zipper of his soaked pants. "Look what you made me do, princess," he tutted.

You lifted your head just enough to see his cock slap against his chest as he tugs off his shirt, though your vision was hazy. He gently pushed you back, one hand going around your throat loosely as he positioned his flushed, swollen tip with your sopping pussy.

You're hypersensitive from your recent orgasm, and as the hot, hard flesh of his cock sears into your tender pussy, you try to sit up. He pushes you back down immediately, causing your lashes to flutter and your head to reel. "Su, ungh, please." He coos at your cries, his grip on your throat tightening to give you a minor distraction from the feeling of him beginning to stretch out your gummy walls.

You sob weakly, scratching at his wrist lightly with your nails. He hisses lightly, pushing into you some more. It felt like his length was never ending. It was just him pushing... pushing... pushing... he dragged you back to him by your neck so your ass was right against his pelvis, and he stared down at your fucked out expression as you squeezed his wrist.

"What, princess? Tapping out so soon? Thats not fair. I earned this." He thrusted forwards, and you moan out, your back arching off the counter.

You could feel his mushroom tip pressing flat against your soft cervix from how close you were and how far deep he was inside you.

You were gone, on the other hand. Eyes drenched with tears, drool running down your chin, and your face burning hotly. "You wanna know why, beautiful?"

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, his cock kissing your cervix. "Y-you, anh... keep acting like you're too good for me. Like... fuck," he almost trailed off, getting caught up in how hot and tight and soaked you were inside, but he shook his head and tried to focus.

He wanted you to understand how he felt.

"Haah, y-you always... f-fuckin' ignore me and act like I don't mean anything to you." he rocks into you deeper, his hand tight around your throat, keeping you dizzy and dazed, but not enough for it to be uncomfortable.

He dragged his hips back slowly, leaving you momentarily empty, before he quickly thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you in one swift, hard stroke. A cry tore from your throat at the sudden, intense sensation of being so utterly filled, stretched wide around his girth. 

"S-shit, mmh, y-you show up, you..." He swallows, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, "...you wreck me, and then you just leave. Like it’s nothing."

He began to move more consistently, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming forward again, burying himself balls-deep in your clutching heat.

Each thrust pushed you up the counter, your breasts bouncing obscenely. "Su, s-su!" You scream, your pussy tight around his cock. He grunted, setting a hard, driving rhythm, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the kitchen.

He kept going, moaning each time his cock impaled you, stretching you so full that you couldn't think. You were getting fucked so dumb, and his hand around your throat wasn't helping. He frowned, fucking you harder. You weren't listening to him, like usual.

He lets out a sharp, breathless laugh, shaking his head. “God, I like you.” The words come out in a rush, like they’ve been clawing at his throat, forcing their way free. "I like you so much. You l-let me f-fucking slut you out, but you won't see me."

He angled his hips to hit that special spot deep inside you with each thrust, sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting up your spine. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around his pistoning cock, dripping with your arousal. "I d-do see you, mmh, I l-like you too Su!" You wail, panting. "I d-do, I... ohmygod, ngh, Su, please, f-fuck me,"

He lets out a huff of air through his nose, slapping your cheek lightly to keep you present. He's over the moon with the knowledge that his feelings are reciprocated, and his stomach flutters with happiness. " 'S exactly what I'm doing, stupid." He murmurs, before yanking your hips up, plunging hard into your dripping, puffy cunt.

Gripping your cheeks hard enough to bruise, he shoved his cock back in, driving even deeper into your core than before. "Like you so fucking much, princess, God."

Your pussy gushed and squelched obscenely with each forceful pump of his hips, the wet sounds mixing with your escalating cries as you milk his cock dry. He shoved his lips onto yours, taking your hands into his. His cock jerked and throbbed inside you, coating your insides with ropes of his hot load, his thick cum feeling creamy and heavy as it filled your womb

He gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he ground against you, making sure every last drop of his cum was seated deep inside your fluttering hole.

A scream of pure ecstasy tore from your throat, your inner muscles spasming and gushing around him as you came hard. Your vision went white, stars exploding behind your eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure hit you.

He dropped himself on top of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and murmuring how you wouldn't be leaving him in the morning when he was done with you.

[rafessecret]

please write gynaecologist!rafe. like pervy?

⋆˚࿔ nervous¡ reader && gynaecologist¡rafe cameron

NO NEED TO BE NERVOUS SWEETHEART.

Your first-ever gynaecologist appointment has your stomach in knots, and showing up in your little white summer dress and heels doesn’t help. You picked the outfit because it made you feel grown-up and put-together, something cute and summery, but now, sitting in the cold exam room with your knees bouncing and fingers twisting the strap of your pink purse, you just feel small. Nervous. Embarrassed. You keep adjusting the hem of the thin paper gown draped over your lap, even though it’s already as closed as it’s going to get. Everything about this feels too exposed.

You aren’t even sure why you booked the appointment, not really. A vague mix of wanting to be responsible and check in with your body. But now that you’re here, alone, you feel like you’ve made a mistake. You’re trembling, shivering a little despite the air conditioning barely being on, and you hate the way your thighs stick to the crinkling paper of the exam bed.

Then the door opens.

Dr Cameron steps in. Tall. Broad. He has on navy scrubs, a surgical mask, gloves, and a plastic face shield, but all you can focus on are his eyes, crystal blue and warm in a way that instantly makes your throat dry up. You straighten your spine reflexively. There’s something... too handsome about him. Something that makes you want to cover up even more, even though it’s way too late for modesty.

❝Good morning, sweetheart,❞ he says, glancing at your chart. His voice is deep, smooth – too smooth. He sounds like he should be reading you poetry instead of medical history. ❝First time?❞ You nod quickly, cheeks burning. ❝Mhm.❞ ❝Don’t worry; we’ll take good care of you.❞ His gloved hand briefly touches your knee—just a reassuring press—but your breath catches. It’s so warm. So close. His touch is too calm, too steady. It feels rehearsed.

He walks you through the questions with slow, deliberate care. Cycle, symptoms, discharge, birth control. Each word out of his mouth is too gentle, almost coaxing. He never rushes; he just tilts his head when you hesitate and murmurs soft things like, ❝Take your time.❞ or ❝That’s a very normal concern.❞ But you’re hyperaware of everything. Of the fact that he’s close enough for you to smell his cologne under the sterile scent of antiseptic. Of how he tells you to lay back and place your heels in the stirrups, his voice still low and smooth even as your cheeks burn with shame.

The paper gown rustles when you open your legs, and it’s mortifying. You can’t look at him. Your hands are balled into fists. You feel so exposed, so silly, and when he says, ❝You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart,❞ it makes your stomach flutter. His hands are large and gloved as he guides your thighs open just a little more. ❝Just going to do a gentle palpation, okay? Just feel around a little. Shouldn’t hurt. Might be a little... sensitive.❞ And god, it is.

Every brush of his fingers inside you—clinical, he insists—makes your thighs twitch. He says things like, ❝Just checking for swelling,❞ and ❝Nice and tight here, that’s good.❞ But his tone makes your spine tingle, like there’s a smirk tucked beneath his mask. You gasp softly when his fingers curl just right. He pauses. ❝Reflexive muscle response. Totally normal.❞ He doesn’t pull away. He keeps stroking, slow and practised. ❝Let me know if anything feels too intense.❞

It feels like too much. Your heart’s thudding. Your mouth is dry. Your thighs are shaking. You cum softly, silently, desperately. Back arching just a little. Breath stuttering. You clench around his fingers as your vision swims. He goes still. His hand rests inside you. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet room. ❝Strong pelvic contractions,❞ he says at last, voice lower now, deeper. ❝Some patients do have that response. Nothing to worry about.❞ You’re humiliated. The air feels thick with it. You stare at the ceiling, trying to blink back tears. Trying to pretend it didn’t happen. But your whole body’s still tingling, and the paper underneath you is slightly damp.

When he finally steps back, he pulls off the gloves with a snap that makes you flinch. He grabs a tissue and hands it to you, eyes lingering too long on the slick between your thighs. You know he saw everything. Felt everything. You can’t even sit up properly. Your legs tremble too much. He tilts his head, and despite everything, he’s still smiling. You can’t see it—but it’s there in his eyes.

❝You did so well for me today,❞ he murmurs. ❝So proud of you, sweetheart.❞ You don’t even realise how hard he is beneath those scrubs—straining, aching, hidden behind years of practised control. You don’t see the way his jaw clenches when you adjust your dress with shaky hands and step off the table, still blushing and silent. You don’t know that he’ll be thinking about you for hours. You just know you’ve never felt that kind of release before. And you have no idea what that appointment just started.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : ahhh he’s sooo yummy i could scream idk if i made him pervy enough (trying sooo hard fr) but pls keep the requests coming for him!!! i love writing him way too much it’s actually silly

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf @folksriddle @loverliner @delicatelyquiet @rafeysbrat @amelialovesrafe

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: More Than I’ve ever imagined

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: ~2.5k

Summary: From morning sickness to belly lifts, Paige is by your side through it all.

Credits to @yailtsv and her mood board for the help of writing this

🏷️: @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @paigeluvvr

I knew Paige would be excited when we got the call confirming the IVF had worked, but nothing could’ve prepared me for how she reacted. She was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when I walked in holding the test results. The second I said, “It worked,” she jumped up so fast she nearly tripped over the coffee table.

“No way. No way. You’re serious?” Her eyes were wide, already glistening.

I nodded, and that was all it took. She lifted me off the ground, spinning us both around until I was laughing and begging her to put me down before I threw up for a different reason.

Morning sickness was hell.

But Paige? She was heaven-sent. No matter the time of day or night, if I was hunched over the toilet, she was right there with me—holding back my hair, rubbing slow circles into my back, and whispering soft encouragements.

“You got this, baby. I promise it won’t last forever,” she’d say, voice laced with concern. “Just breathe, okay? I’m right here.”

She was always right there.

By the time we reached the second trimester, Paige and I were dying to know the gender, but I agreed to let her and Azzi handle the reveal. I should’ve known Paige would go over the top. The day of the baby shower/gender reveal, I walked into the venue thinking we were about to pop a balloon or cut a cake. What I did not expect was a giant box sitting in the center of the room.

“Paige,” I called out, suspicious. “Where are you?”

Azzi smirked but said nothing as she handed me a ribbon attached to the box.

“Go ahead,” she urged.

I pulled. The box flaps opened, and Paige—my ridiculous, over-the-top fiancée—popped out, beaming, with a sign that read “It’s a girl!” in sparkly pink letters. Her blonde hair? Completely dyed Sparkling Rosé pink.

“PAIGE!” I gasped, laughing in disbelief.

“Surprise!” she grinned. “I wanted to match our daughter.”

I couldn’t even be mad.

By the time my belly was really showing, I was struggling with the weight of it. My lower back constantly ached, and walking around all day was exhausting. Paige, with KK’s help, convinced me to let her do daily belly tapes and belly lifts. She took it so seriously—watching tutorials, making sure she didn’t pull too hard, and being extra careful when lifting my belly.

“You trust me, right?” she asked one evening, gently pressing the tape into place.

“Always,” I murmured, feeling the relief almost instantly.

The only thing we ever argued about during the pregnancy was my body pillow.

Paige hated it with a passion.

“That thing is evil,” she grumbled one night, glaring at it from her side of the bed.

“Paige, it helps me sleep,” I reasoned.

She rolled her eyes. “I can help you sleep. Just use me instead.”

I laughed it off—until one night when I felt absolutely miserable and couldn’t sleep no matter how much I tossed and turned. Paige, sensing my discomfort, took the body pillow away, tossing it to the floor.

“C’mere, baby,” she whispered, pulling me against her.

She guided one of my legs over her waist, acting as my human body pillow, and started rubbing soft, soothing patterns into my back.

“Relax,” she murmured. “I got you.”

That night, for the first time in weeks, I slept soundly. From then on, I didn’t even reach for the body pillow—I had Paige, and she was so much better.

The day of the birth was intense. Paige never left my side, holding my hand through every contraction, whispering sweet reassurances even when I wanted to scream. When our daughter, Zara Rosé, was finally in my arms, Paige let out a soft, choked laugh, brushing a tear from her eye.

“She’s perfect,” she whispered.

Neither of us could settle on a name at first, so we let the team decide. It only took an hour of chaotic group chat discussions before Zara Rosé Bueckers was officially chosen.

⸻

Two Years Later

Paige and I had kept Zara out of the public eye, choosing to enjoy our little family privately. It wasn’t until one of Ice’s Instagram Lives that everything changed.

I was braiding Ice’s hair while she answered fan questions, Paige lounging off-camera with Zara sitting on her lap, watching a show on Paige’s iPad.

One moment, everything was normal. The next, Zara turned to Paige and asked, clear as day, “Mommy, juice please?”

Silence.

Ice looked at me, eyes wide. Paige looked at me. I looked at the camera.

The chat exploded.

“Mommy???”

“Paige got a BABY?!”

“Y’ALL HID A WHOLE CHILD??”

I sighed, setting Ice’s hair down. “Welp.”

Paige groaned. “So much for keeping it quiet.”

At that point, there was no denying it. We confirmed it live, explaining why we kept Zara private and how we wanted to enjoy our time as parents before sharing her with the world.

To our relief, most fans were understanding.

That night, after Ice’s hair was done, Paige and I made it official with a simple Instagram post—a picture of Zara asleep between us with the caption:

“Worth every secret. 💞✨ #ZaraRosé”

⸻

As I lay in bed that night, Paige wrapped an arm around me, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.

“You happy?” she murmured.

I turned to face her, brushing a strand of newly dyed pink hair from her face. Only cause Zara begged for her to have pink hair.

“More than I’ve ever imagined.”

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                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[thinemoonshine]

⋆𐙚₊ 𝐚 ‘𝔀𝓮’ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 ‘𝓾𝓼’ ˚⊹♡

—⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ in which (y/n) doesn’t call them her boyfriend because they haven’t officially asked her to embark on an official courtship

downbad!enhypen hyung line x fem!reader content(s): fluff, enhypen being down so horribly, terribly, bad, like whipped whipped for (y/n), (y/n) is sassy and loves to tease, pet names, one profanity, alcohol type: imagine

⋆˙𐙚 L.HEESEUNG 𐙚˙⋆ “…you’re gonna be the death of me!”

“don’t you think this would look good on us?” heeseung asks as he lifts up a pair of couple-y beanies and looks at (y/n) expectantly.

(y/n) shifts her gaze between the two before she brings it down. “don’t they look too couple-y?”

“yeah, i mean that’s the point, righ—wait, what do you mean ‘too couple-y?’” the realization hits him late and (y/n)’s already walking out the store, bells hung on the door chiming behind her.

heeseung hastily puts back the beanies, panicky, before he runs out to follow her. “(y/n)! (y/n), wait! what do you mean by that?”

“by what?” the girl monotonously responds.

“there’s nothing wrong with wearing matching stuff, right? aren’t we a couple? or do you not like it?” heeseung worriedly bombards her with questions as he sticks behind her like a tail—almost stumbling entirely when she stops abruptly.

“we aren’t, though.”

“huh?”

“we aren’t a couple,” (y/n) corrects him and his eyes widen as lips gape—frantically moving to stand in front of her when she budges in the slightest.

“are you breaking up with me? please, (y/n). i-i don’t know what it is but i’ll make it up to you! please not like this, no. i don’t want to lose you,” heeseung pleads as his hands shakily grab her shoulders—much too soft to actually say he even put force but the way his fingers curl, securing onto her show that he’s more than ready to latch on for his life. “tell me. tell me what i did wrong.”

(y/n) stares at his face, the desperation and concern paint him so clearly and a guilty sigh leaves her. “we can’t break up if we weren’t together in the first place.”

now confusion settles over him. his brows knitting and doe eyes searching into hers. “what do you—oh.”

and finally putting the pieces together, a loud laugh escapes him while his not-girlfriend frowns, a small pout playing on her lips.

he coos while his thumb brushes over them. “aww, is that what this was all about?”

“heeseung, you—”

“(y/n),” he interjects with his voice laced with so much charm she just can’t refute. an endearing smirk threatens to appear on his face as he cups her cheek—looking down at her with the most tender and sincere gaze. “will you let me be your boyfriend? please?”

the air’s knocked out of the other at his soft little voice that instantly extinguishes any sort of fire in her as she instead, melts into his arms that magically made their way around her waist.

she clears her throat. “yeah, i guess. yeah.”

he finally lets the smirk form as he swoops down and pecks her forehead, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her and he chuckles at her expression. “now let’s get those couple-y beanies to celebrate our official first day as a couple, hm?”

“…yeah,” the girl bashfully replies with cheeks tinted in a shade of pink.

heeseung’s chest tightens at how cute she is to the point it’s hard to breathe and he squeezes her against him—pressing her face into his chest as he resists the urge to just gnaw at her head. “you’re just so—gosh, you’re gonna be the death of me!”

“hee, my makeup!”

the way his nickname rolls from her tongue so casually is music to his ears and he bites his lip, shutting his eyes as his head falls back. “i’m the luckiest person ever to have you as my girlfriend.”

⋆˙𐙚 P.JONGSEONG 𐙚˙⋆ “silver or gold?”

there’s something off. he can’t quite put his finger on it—but there’s something terribly wrong. and it’s not just because of his and (y/n)’s cuddle sessions with her hugs too short to even be called cuddles, or the lack of kisses from her and hesitant acceptance of his or even the way she sometimes cringes at the pet names he uses on her.

but also because of the way she treats him in general. she’s still affectionate—greeting him with the biggest, most beautiful smile, going out for lunch dates with him and paying for his order because “last time you paid for everything” which, in his perspective is mortifying because why?? would she?? do such a thing??

it’s his responsibility—or so he claims—to spoil her as much as possible. he wants to be the one to feed her, buy her all her silly little trinkets and take her out on shopping sprees and carrying all her bags so why?? it breaks him to see her act the way she is.

but at the end of the day, it’s still affectionate, isn’t it? as much as he can’t comprehend it, he sees it as his girlfriend wanting to treat him every once in a while to show appreciation or something—a self-hypnosis, one might say so he doesn’t fall into hysteria.

despite his suspicions however, he says nothing and lets things flow as he takes the opportunity to observe her more, in hopes he can at least make a small conclusion so he won’t upset her by asking the wrong thing.

and today’s the perfect time for it since they’re having another one of their lunch dates. he sits anxiously at their table as he watches (y/n) who’s still at the counter—having bumped with her friend and now she’s accompanying her as she orders.

“is that all you’re having?” (y/n) asks her friend who nods and right after, the former passes the cashier her card—surprising her friend to which she assures her it’s all fine. “no, i insist! after all, last time you paid for everything.”

jay who has been a loyal, attentive audience this whole time instantly feels himself being washed over with dread. small lips parting and hand resting on the left side of his chest as it dawns on him.

all this time…(y/n)’s been treating him like a friend. not a lover. it all makes sense now. the distance she put between them and the affections shown that are always in border between friend and lover but never more to the latter—he sees it now.

“jay? what’s going on?” (y/n) asks from her seat facing him. “you’re zoning out. hello?”

he just had a short circuit and her saying “jay” so simply is only rusting his gears from overtime working.

“‘jay?’”’he echoes with a small frown on his face. “why jay?”

his question baffles her and she emits a small confused yet amused scoff.

“that’s your name? what else am i supposed to call you?”

“baby, bae, darling, honey—” he starts listing out loving pet names and making her gape at his eloquence. she’s not sure if being so knowledgeable in this subject is really useful at all but it’s impressive. “there are so many you can use! just not just my name as it is. we’re not friends…right?”

ding ding ding! finally, the man gets it and (y/n) lets a mischievous smirk play on her lips.

“i’m pretty sure we are, though,” she teases and her date’s jaw detaches, crashing to the floor along with his heart in shards. she giggles and the sound itself revives him, now looking at her with eyes wide and lips pressed expectantly. “i mean, i don’t recall being asked to be someone’s partner so…”

an audible gasp leaves him before he reaches out to hold her hands in his as they rest on the table. “my love, i should’ve known. i shouldn’t have left things be unclear between us. so, silver or gold?”

his question confuses her. “huh?”

“for our couple rings. i’m using it to propose to you to be my girlfriend later. so, silver or gold? actually, diamonds will be best, right? you only deserve the best.”

“wait, slow down—”

“how many carats?”

“jay!”

“‘jay???’”

“…sweetie? babe??”

“so much better <3”

⋆˙𐙚 S.JAEYUN 𐙚˙⋆ “i can even be your doormat!”

it’s not a secret that sim jaeyun is sometimes the embodiment of a human puppy. so it’s not surprising to see him literally following (y/n) around like a tail—even before they professed their love for one another.

the only difference now is that he’s much braver in initiating skinship to show his affections like fixing her hair, or cupping her cheeks, drawing circles on whatever part it is that he’s touching on her and even cuddling with her to the point that he’s practically sandwiching her onto the couch with his face buried in the crook of her neck.

but he notices something: it’s always been one-sided. and that’s weird. because as far as he knows, one of (y/n)’s love languages is physical touch. but it’s not like she rejects any of his advances, she accepts them all. maybe she’s just not very keen on starting it, but is always up for it.

so he lets it be.

until at one point, it starts to bug him and eat him from the inside out, leaving him shriveled like a wilted flower lacking every single form of nutrient and water—and all the sun’s doing is just drying up every bit of moisture and drawing the life out of him.

“(y/n)…” jake croaks weakly as he crawls to his phone that he previously threw onto his couch, now only a sliver of the man he once was with his cheeks hollow and lips chapped as his sickness riddles him. a terrible sickness caused by (y/n) deficiency.

the other end of the call rings a few times before the voice of his beloved sings through, instantly energizing him. “hello? jake?”

“(Y/N), I NEED YOUuUuUu~” he howls and (y/n) has to pull her phone away from her ear. “i’m SICK.”

concern fills her quickly after. “sick?? what happened? do you have a fever?”

she’s bombarding him with questions as she hastily puts on her shoes near her main door, ready to leave right after. the pitiful sob from him that follows after only heightens her worry.

“i’m sick…of missing you,” he finishes and (y/n) nearly trips over air just as she’s about to step to the door. “please come over and cuddle…please…?”

his desperate whimpers are just so adorable that it nearly shatters her resolve of playing hard-to-get. nearly.

squinting her eyes, crossing one arm under her chest and hooking it to the other that holds her phone to her ear, she then hums questioningly. and gosh, does jake feel like every second is another hour taken from his life span.

“no.”

nevermind. he’s dead now.

“wh-what? what do you mean ‘no?’”

huzzah! he’s been resuscitated. he wants justice.

(y/n) captures her lip between her teeth—holding back her amused chuckles at his cute confusion. “that sounds like a very boyfriend-girlfriend activity, jake. and we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend…”

beep! beep! beep!

he…hung up??

(y/n) gapes and calls him.

“the number you’ve dialed is unreachable…” the automatic machine answers.

again.

“please leave a message after the beep!…”

again.

still no answer.

worry creeps in again as (y/n) slips in her foot back into her shoe which she took off mere minutes ago. just when she stands however, a persistent ringing of her door bell freezes her momentarily.

swinging the barrier between her and the source open, she’s met with surprise to see sim jaeyun, the man himself, down on his knees as he looks up at her with doe eyes glossed over.

“jake! wha—”

“we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend? what did i do? tell me, i’ll fix it!”

“you didn’t do anything!”

“i didn’t? the-then, why?”

(y/n) opens her mouth to answer when she suddenly realizes that him not doing anything is exactly the problem—and her momentary hesitation is enough to have him clasping his hands together in desperation.

“please please please, don’t throw me away! i love you so much, i won’t be able to live without you! please please, pretty princess? PLEASE!”

the girl’s eyes widen at his sudden pleads and she anxiously looks at the other doors in the corridor, hoping her apartment neighbors will disregard the chaos occurring. “jake! jake, stand up! stop doing this!”

“NO! you’re mad at me! i don’t know why but…still! is it because i’m too clingy? because i asked you to come over? sh!t! i should’ve been the one to come over not you! i’ll be better, i promise!”

“what?? no! there’s nothing wrong with that just listen to me and get—”

“NOOOO!! i’m not getting away! i’m not leaving! just keep me by your side! i’ll do anything! i-i can even be your doormat—here! right here!”

the sound of a rattling doorknob triggers (y/n)’s fight or flight and she seizes jake’s wrist that’s conveniently raised—thanks to his howls and pleads of “you said you love me!” and “love me backkkk~” respectively—and she hauls him into her apartment.

jaeyun’s eyes widen at the abrupt motion and he stumbles onto the floor of her house but before he can say anything, a pair of soft lips smash against his—ridding him of every thought as his hands instinctively reach up to cup her cheek and nape.

he limps backwards, now completely against the floor while (y/n) hovers and his vision darkens as his eyes shut—reveling in the addicting sweetness of her taste.

a small whine sounds from him when she pulls away and he chases after her lips—wanting nothing more but to relish in her essence endlessly yet her hand that gently pushes him down by the chest halts him.

she giggles at his dazed expression—his breaths shaky, eyes blown out and half-lidded as he peers up at her. “i do love you, jakey. i just said we weren’t a couple because you haven’t asked me out yet.”

“i haven’t?” he slurs like a drunken man, still on cloud nine from her kiss and his gaze casts frequent glances onto her glistening, rosy nubs. “must have been in my dream then.”

“yeah, must be,” (y/n) chuckles and sits on his lap before hauling him up—instantly getting engulfed in an embrace with his arms coiled around her waist and nose buried in the crook of her neck. feeling ticklish, the girl elicits a few titters which makes him smile against her skin.

“i can’t believe i let my princess feel so frustrated for so long,” he muffles into her. “but don’t worry, i’ll ask you now.”

“i’m all ears.”

“will you marry me?”

“HUH??”

⋆˙𐙚 P.SUNGHOON 𐙚˙⋆ "love me, please"

sunghoon is more emotional of a person than how he seems. he just hides himself well and even when others try their best to push him to the edge, he will never lose his grip on his thread nor walk the plank—able to pull himself up and return to the safe shores.

of course, he’s still human and thus, will never be completely impenetrable. one common weakness among those with strict discipline? alcohol.

“i don’t know why…she doesn’t love me,” sunghoon sobs into his arms as he’s hunched onto the counter and almost slipping off his stool. jake looks down at him before a sigh escapes. he was amused seeing his usually stoic and smiley friend act so sappy at first—but that was 3 days ago and he’s still being it since.

jake pats the other’s pack. “why don’t you ask her? i thought you guys confirmed your feelings for each other?”

sunghoon nods against his arm as a low groan rumbles through him. “we did…but then i overheard her saying to her friends that we ‘aren’t together’ and are just ‘two people who share mutual affections.’”

“maybe you misheard?”

a wail akin to a whale’s call sounds from the drunken lad and jake looks around frantically, embarrassed, and is for once thankful for the blaring DJ remixes that burst people’s ears.

“i didn’t. i heard clearly what she said, that’s why i ran away… i left her there… i screwed up our lunch plans… she’s gonna hate me more! it’s my fault! why did i just—WAAaaAaA!”

once again, his friend finds himself in a fluster, scared that someone’s going to think that a marine creature’s been illegally smuggled into the establishment—causing him to haul the taller lad onto his shoulders and out of the place of business.

“there you go. stay,” jake huffs as he laboriously drops his friend onto the bench outside before pulling out his phone. dialing a number, he then puts the gadget to his ear. “hello? sorry for calling you so suddenly but uh, sunghoon’s kind of in a situation i know you’re the only who can save him from. oh, no! it’s not anything dangerous! it’s just, well…”

after hearing his explanation, it doesn’t take long for the girl to zoom to the club and there, she meets a passed out sunghoon on a cold wooden bench and jake sitting on the edge of his seat—not having enough space due to the drunkard.

“hey, thanks for coming,” the slightly older male says with a smile and nods with gratitude at her. she reciprocates.

“so…you say he’s been doing this for 3 days straight—since he overheard me?” (y/n) confirms and jake’s affirmation elicits a long sigh from her. “dummy hoon. thanks for accompanying him, jake. i’ll take over from here.”

bidding goodbye, (y/n) then approaches the sleeping young man. her heart flutters at his delicate yet sharp visages that simply steal her breath away even when he’s doing something utterly mundane such as sleeping. her hand lifts to cup his cheek, flinching at the coldness of his skin. “sunghoon, wake up. hoon?”

she nearly has a cardiac arrest when the man’s eyelids shoot open and he springs to a sitting position before facing the blanched girl.

“(y/n)!” he exclaims cheerily with the most radiant beam before engulfing her whole against his figure—muscly biceps securing around her frame as she squeaks from the sudden embrace. she chuckles, adoring how he’s still able to be so gentle with her even whilst drunk. “hi, my love~”

the nickname brings a blush to her face that’s already mantling from the cold. “come on, let’s get you to the car.”

as soon as he’s in the passenger’s seat, (y/n) bends down slightly in front of him to secure his seatbelt but pauses when sunghoon’s head drops onto her shoulder—rubbing his forehead against the fabric covering her skin.

“(y/n)…you’re so warm,” he murmurs, eyes shut and lips parted. “if only you were really here.”

his words make the girl’s brows knit. ‘does he think he’s imagining me?’

click! the seatbelt connects and she shuts his door before going to the driver’s seat.

the drive is mostly quiet with sunghoon being drowsy and (y/n) busy with trying to get him home safely but the tranquility is broken by an unexpected monologue by the former.

“i do this again and again just to see you… and you’re always there. but i wake up and you’re gone…always gone,” sunghoon murmurs in his sleepiness, and (y/n)’s fingers tighten around the wheel at his confession—feeling her heartstrings getting tugged. “i love you so much, it hurts.”

(y/n) glances at him, feeling a surge of guilt and swallows dryly. “if the real (y/n) was here, what would you tell her?”

“i’d apologize for canceling our lunch date again. and tHeN! i’d apologize again and tell her i’ll do wAyYyYY better! i’ll be the BEST MAN she’ll ever have!” sunghoon exclaims in an inconsistent rhythm—bursting on some words and calm for the others. “the LAST one too! she’s going to end up with me, i’ll make sure of it.”

his drunken confession affects her more than she thought—butterflies erupting and tickling her from the inside out with their soft, rapid wings.

“oh, really?” she teases, an amused grin worn as she faces the road which isn’t unseen by sunghoon.

his sudden quietness confuses her but soon feels his scrutinizing gaze prickling at the side of her cheek—her peeking at him from her peripheral.

“woah. you’re the best version of (y/n) my brain’s made. you feel and look real…so warm and pretty like how my (y/n) really is… my gorgeous, gorgeous girl… hihihi…” his lovesick bashful giggles from his own comment instantly beats all her favourite music and artists, defeating all her playlists and reigns the throne.

his eyes upturned in a blinding eyesmile as cheeks and nose glow a bright red from both the alcohol and the lovey dovey, giggly mood he’s brought to himself. he’s so cute. a cutie pie.

by the time they arrive at his home, he’s onto his reason number whoever knows on his list of ‘why my-not-but-still-my-girl aka.(y/n) is the best girl.’

he flops on his bed when (y/n) drops him with a large grunt before joining his side in exhaustion. big mistake.

because now she’s caged within sunghoon’s beefy arms and as much as she loves nothing more than to stay in them—suffocate in them even, but he’d never let—she has to go home.

“sung—oof! sunghoon!” she grunts and wriggles in his unbudging grasp and just when she tries to slip through by sliding down vertically and off the edge of the bed, he nuzzles into the side of her head—drawing figures in her hair with the tip of his nose.

“love me, please,” he whispers and that instantly shuts down her motor—now completely still as she slowly turns to him. her eyes dance across his face that’s slightly scrunched and she can tell it’s because of what he overheard her say. he’s thinking about it again.

“i do love you, hoon—so so much that it physically squeezes the air out of me sometimes. i only said what i said because i realized we never made it official and whenever i hinted at you, you just acted like it was nothing. just going with it without accepting or denying anything,” (y/n) explains in a whisper as her finger moves up to trace his features.

freezing suddenly when she reaches his mouth and the corners begin to curl up.

“so i just need to make things official and we won’t just be ‘two people who share mutual feelings together?’” he asks with clarity. the lack of muddled mumbles and dragged words instantly tell the other of his sobriety.

she looks up, taken aback to see him already staring down at her with the most endearing of gazes—shifting between her eyes constantly before letting it dance across her face and back to melting their gazes together.

“i guess so…” she mutters, flustered and belatedly shy from the proximity.

sunghoon catches his bottom lip between his teeth, finding the sight before him simply too adorable and presses a kiss on her forehead. “then, just as i am already yours, will you be mine?”

his concise offer makes her heart skip beats but it still doesn’t compare to hoon’s that’s running a mile a minute, vigorous thumps almost blending into one another and she feels it from the way he hugs her tight.

so much for mr.cool guy act.

“it would be my honour, hoon,” she replies with a cheeky grin and a second later she’s squealing from getting bombarded with butterfly kisses—unknowing of his struggle to keep himself together and not just crush her every bone from the cuteness aggression, finding her to be the loveliest ever. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maknae line ver.

𝜗𝜚 hi, it’s romi here!! thank you so much for reading to the end!! if you enjoyed it, don’t forget to leave a heart and reblog—they give me some motivation, ya know? but please do not spam like!! X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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[urfavleo777]

WARNINGS: smoking, closeness, kisses, bad vocabulary, fluff.

you find comfort in colby after breaking up with your boyfriend.

"I don't remember the last time I saw you like this, kiddo."

You flinched, not from the wind, but from the hoarse voice of your friend Colby, who was standing behind you. Standing on the balcony in just a T-shirt and jeans would give you a cold, but at that moment, that was your last concern. Before you turned around, you sniffled, trying to disguise the fact that you had just shed a sea of ​​tears.

He gently placed his free hand around the lighter, trying to shield it from the wind. A faint smile covered your lips as you watched him concentrate on it.

"When will you finally quit smoking, Colby?" you whispered, choking on your tears.

"I don't know, you tell me" he sighed out the smoke from his mouth as well and looked at you, arching his eyebrow.

"I still think you should quit." You said softly, turning your head towards Colby who, standing next to you, was leaning back against the railing. He looked down at the night skyline of the city. Such sights were not uncommon for him since he became so popular. He probably spent the night in places you never even dreamed of. You had been friends for seven years, but you never let him take you with them. Maybe it was because your ex-boyfriend, who just two hours ago was the love of your life, was seething with jealousy whenever you spent time in Colby's presence.

"What will you give me if I do?"

He took another long drag from his cigarette before exhaling into the crisp air. You watched the smoke disintegrate into the air as he placed his cigarette back between his finger. Not hearing your answer, his lips curled up into a smirk before he spoke.

"You want to try, don't you?" he asked making you nod slowly.

You've always been against any kind of stimulants, but that day you had to relieve yourself somehow. Cigarettes turned out to be the perfect solution.

He turned his body towards you before wrapping his arm around your waist. Your breath hitched and his cold bare chest rested against yours. His cigarette was held in his left hand and your body in his right. He looked down at you before explaining what to do.

"Just inhale, hold it for a second then let it go" he said making you nod again.

Your fingers lifted up and reached for the cigarette before you realized that he was bringing it to his mouth instead of yours. Okay, maybe he was showing you what to do. He took a smaller drag from the cigarette than his past before lowering the cigarette down. Before you could even reach to grab it, his lips pressed into yours.

You gasped at his kiss, making him breath all the smoke into your mouth and have it go down to you lungs. He pulled back a little to watch as you kept your mouth closed tightly. The smoke had filled your entire chest and was beginning to make you suffocate.

"Y/n, exhale" he said.

You opened your mouth and let all the smoke escape from your lungs. He smirked and closed his eyes as all the smoke had been hitting his face. You began coughing as the smoke was caught up in your lungs. His hand patted your back before you finally gained control of your breathing.

"Did you like it?" he asked with a smile playing on his lips.

"Never doing this again." You said making him laugh out into the air.

His hands tighten around your back and he brought your forehead to his lips to give you a small peck. You gasped slightly making him pull back and realize what he was doing. His hand un-wrapped itself around your waist as his cheeks were tinted red.

"Glad you two broke up. I've always had an urge to punch him in his fucking face."

It seemed he decided not to mince his words.

You rubbed your eyes with your hands, realizing that your makeup was probably smudged. You shuddered once again as you felt the wind on your skin. Colby noticed this, pulling you closer to him. He lowered his voice, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"I'm sorry, baby. He clearly wasn't good for you."

You thought you were about to fall asleep standing up. His touch soothed you, making all your worries go away. You wanted to stay like this forever, in his arms, on the balcony, with the accompaniment of passing cars and the full moon in the sky.

You've been blind all this time. You were looking for happiness and entertainment in pathetic men, not knowing that you didn't have to look at all, because the perfect one was literally at your fingertips.

And his name was Colby Brock.

[zorosdimples]

꒰ ITADORI YUUJI X READER ꒱

minors do not interact—i will block you! cw: gn!reader, rimming (yuuji receiving), male masturbation. note: i have no excuse for this…

“F-fuck,” Yuuji gasps, back bowing off of your shared bed. He strokes himself feverishly, the sticky clicks of his arousal and the loud slurps that tumble from your mouth echoing in the room. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna—”

You pause your ministrations, a thread of iridescent spit connecting your tongue to your boyfriend’s wet, fluttering hole. When you pull away, the string snaps. You shift to lay your head against his muscular thigh, mischievously rubbing the strip of flesh that rests beneath his sack; he shivers.

“You say that like you don’t want to finish.” A mock-pout graces your slick lips while your hand dances up to his balls, fondling the hot, velvety skin.

“Shit.”

He sucks his teeth. His fist slows as it reaches the base of his thick cock, foreskin pulled back, a fresh bead of pre pearling at his flushed tip. You sit up and lean forward to lap at it, dipping your tongue into his slit. A clammy palm catches your cheek as you taste his desire—rich and tangy; he nibbles his lip and smooths a calloused thumb up your cheekbone.

“Keep going—please.”

You reposition yourself between Yuuji’s strong legs. Slowly, you spread him apart—breath kissing his puckered rim—watching it twitch in anticipation. “Ask me again,” you murmur. His frustrated groan earns him an airy chuckle.

You’re a fucking tease, after all.

The man above you could easily overpower you; he could drag you by the hair and slot your panting mouth right where he wants it, using you to get off.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he yields to you. You may not give him what he wants, but you always give him what he needs.

“Baby please,” he whines, voice ragged with desperation. He looks down at you with heavy lids, his gaze molten amber—liquid gold. Dew shimmers at his temples and mats his blush hairline, and a sliver of pink darts out to dampen his lips. “Needa come so, so bad.”

Yuuji barely gets the words out before you finally swirl your tongue around his hole then slip the muscle inside, allowing him to roll his hips and gently buck against your mouth. Each time his ass makes contact with your face, you both moan, and it’s only a matter of moments before he finishes across his spasming abdomen with a cry.

Boneless, your lover nudges you away with his knees, then pulls you on top of himself, chest damp with sweat and heaving against your own.

“Yuu!” you shriek as his tacky spend oozes between your bodies and smears across your belly. He playfully squeezes your hips, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“All you should worry about is how ’m gonna return the favor,” he mumbles into your skin. Before you can reply, he flips you over onto your back—showing you that a little mess is the least of your concerns.

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬

synopsis: after being away and entertaining others, your husband decides to give you a special something

wrd cnt: 1.1k

tags: cunnalingus, oral, penetration, doggy, vulgar, praise, explicit

a/n: if you couldn’t tell been having major writers block + no time to write but this one reeled me back in a bit so i hope you enjoy <3

It was late at night by the time you got home. The house had been quiet all evening, save for the soft hum of your laptop as you explored some new music. But now that the sun had set, there were no more distractions—just the sound of your own breathing, the whirring blade of the fan above your head, and the occasional creak of floorboards beneath your feet.

You heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps coming down the hallway towards the living room where you sat on the couch. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

“Sunday!” You exclaimed, jumping up and running over to him. He looked incredible, even if he was clearly exhausted from working all day. His face was flushed red with desire, and his black suit pants hung lower on his hips than usual, as his belt was quite undone just as his tie.

“Y/n-,” he said, leaning down to kiss you deeply before pulling away. “I missed you…quite dearly”

You replied breathlessly in agreeance, taking his hand and leading him over to sit beside you on the couch. As soon as he sat down, he pulled you into his lap and started kissing your neck hungrily.

“Mmm... I love how good you tastes,” he murmured against your skin as he moved lower down your chest, licking and sucking at your nipples until they hardened under his touch.

To say you were surprised was an understatement, your husband was always quite well mannered, and in control especially of himself.

Before you could express this pleasant concern, be continued further down, pushing your body down and stopping his peppering of kisses just above your waistband.

“Please don’t stop...” You begged softly. “Keep going...”

He chuckled darkly as he pulled your bottoms down, revealing your pretty laced panties.

“Such a naughty girl,” he whispered seductively. “you know happens when you tease me like that, don’t you?”

With those words still ringing in your ears, he slid his hands around to the front of your panties and began teasing them apart until they fell down around your ankles; now placed on each of his shoulders.

His soft hands spread your legs wide apart and leaned forward to lick along the length of your slit.

“Ohh... yes... keep doing that...” You moaned, feeling yourself growing wetter than ever before.

“Mmmm... such a tasty little thing,” he purred, moving one finger inside you while continuing to lap at your clit with his tongue. “Feels good hm? You’re dripping…” He smirked, slipping a second finger inside you, curling them up and down faster this time. “How does that feel baby?” He asked, before returning to suck your swollen pearl.

“So good... oh god... more-...” You panted, arching your back slightly to allow him better access to you.

“Like this?” He whispered, increasing the speed of his movements until he felt you begin to tremble against him.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!-” You cried out loudly, throwing your head back against the couch cushions as pleasure washed through every part of your body.

As if sensing your impending climax, he suddenly stopped moving his fingers altogether and instead focused solely on licking and sucking at your clit. With waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body, you squirmed uncontrollably.

“Oh my god... yes... right there...” You gasped, grinding yourself against him as best you could while trying not to fall off the couch entirely.

“Mmmmm... I knew you liked this,” he chuckled wickedly, pushing you down onto the couch once again. “Now let me show you something else.”

With those words still echoing in your mind, he stood up and placed a knee inbetween your legs, slowly pushing into you as he got close to you. Grabbing your hand, he gave you hold of his erection, stroking himself with your hand slowly up and down several times before letting you do it yourself.

“What do you think of that?” He asked teasingly. “See what you do to me?”

“Mhm….,” you answered quietly with a small nod, feeling yourself grow hungrier than ever before.

As if he couldn’t waste another second, he dragged you up and pushed your body against the couch, feeling his chest heavy against your back as your breasts pressed up against the fabric of the apolstry.

“Fuck I missed you-“ He says, slowly dragging his cock up and down your folds as you hear his shaky breath.

“Sunday- please…” You mewl, pushing yourself back into him.

“Use your words, my love.” He breathes against your ear.

You groan in annoyance at his teasing.

He chuckles, and then thrusts his thick cock into your tight, wet heat.

It was like a drug, every movement of his hips, every touch of his hand, every inch of his skin against yours was ecstacy.

After a few moments, his pace becomes steady, and soon enough his hips are snapping furiously against yours.

You moan and writhe beneath him, clawing desperately at the sofa beneath you.

He lets out a deep growl and slams his hands down on either side of your head.

His grip tightens as he pounds into you harder and harder, causing your body to shake uncontrollably.

The friction of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy combined with the roughness of his thrusts and the force of his hands against your body, made you see stars.

Your mouth hangs open and your eyes roll back, as you arch your back and thrust your hips upwards, meeting his thrusts eagerly.

Your fingers dig into his biceps, gripping onto him tightly.

With each passing second, you could feel your orgasm building within you, threatening to tear through you any moment now.

You knew that this wasn't going to last much longer.

"Fuck- I'm so close…," you cry out, throwing your head back.

His hand reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing tightly, and pulling you closer to him.

His thrusts grow even more powerful, and you gasp as he slams his cock deep inside you.

"Come for me then, my darling," he purrs into your ear, his voice low and husky.

He releases his grip on your neck and moves his hand down to grip your ass firmly.

You whimper and writhe beneath him, unable to hold back any longer.

"Fuck-!" You scream, throwing your head back once more and letting the orgasm rip through you.

His cock slides in and out of you faster and faster, as his movements become more erratic.

His fingers dig into your ass as he pulls you even closer, thrusting into you one final time before he explodes inside you.

His hips slow their frantic rhythm as he groans and grunts into your ear, his seed filling you up completely; leaving you tilted over the cushions and wrecked.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[leighsartworks216]

There Is No Love Purer Than Mine

Sylus x gn!Reader

Based on a video I can't find where a girl on one of those dating tv shows says "I love you" to a guy, and he asks her to repeat it again and again as his voice cracks. It's always stuck with me, and now I'm pulling it out of cold storage

Warnings: kissing, crying, declarations of love, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 625

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The words stole the air from your lungs. You stare at Sylus, wide-eyed and trying to remember how to breathe, while he has the audacity to lounge nonchalantly against the sofa and watch.

He smirks at your reaction. His arms are stretched along the back of the couch. His sweater steals the intimidation from his face and invites you to curl into his side. You had been, moments ago, but then he said… He said…

“What’s the matter, kitten?” he asks. It’s playful, but his arm falls to brush a hand against your cheek, betraying the real concern behind the bravado.

You swallow. Your voice comes out as a whisper, still breathless and shaky. “Say it again.”

His smirk softens into a smile. He brushes some hair behind your ear. “I love you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Again.”

This time, he sits forward. His other arm reaches out to hold your hand where it sits in your lap. He says it reverently. “I love you.”

It feels like your body has been dunked in a cold bath. Chills run up your arms. Your chest feels tight. He pulls your blanket tighter around you. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes. “Again…”

“I love you.” He leans forward until your foreheads touch. “I love you.” He cups your cheek and brushes away a tear with his thumb. His eyes never leave yours. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You close your eyes and lean into his touch - pressing your forehead insistently against his, tilting your face into his hand, shifting closer on the couch. Tears stick to your eyelashes before they fall down your cheeks. He brushes them away diligently. You squeeze his hand tightly.

“Is this okay?” he asks, voice low and gentle.

You nod immediately. His long fingers curl around your jaw, fingertips in your hair, holding you to him.

“I love you.”

It’s so soft you almost don’t feel it. The brush of his lips over yours. If you hadn’t feel his breath warming them, you wouldn’t have realized at all. You crack your eyes open to watch when you tilt your chin up, seeking a full, proper kiss.

He answers your demand. Stuttered and solid breaths merge, gasping every time your lips separate, preparing for the next moment they connect. Over and over. The salt of the popcorn clings to his lips, complimenting the salt of your tears. His tongue carries the distinct fruitiness of his wine as it seeks yours out. Tempered moans and sighs pass between each other.

When he pulls away, you strain your neck forward for more, but he presses his thumb to your lips instead. You blink your eyes open at him, glistening and red from crying.

For a second, you’re scared. Scared he’ll take it back. Scared he’ll toss you aside, laugh in your face, leave you behind. Scared he’ll leave a scar on your heart that will never fully mend.

But he doesn’t.

He kisses the corner of your mouth. Your cheek. Under your eye. Over your closed eyelid. When he pulls back, he doesn’t stray far.

“Come here, my beloved,” he coos as he pulls you into his side. You wrap your arms around his torso, bury your wet face into his sweater. He wraps both arms around you, too, a silent promise not to let go.

The movie is just background noise now. You have no idea what’s happening in the story and you can’t give a damn. When you rest your chin against him to look at his face, he’s not watching either.

“I love you…” you whisper, tentative. Testing the shark-infested waters and trusting he’ll save you.

And he does.

“I love you, too, kitten.”

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@the-golden-jhope @huen1ngk41

[vaginalvr]

Okay can I request Spencer with virgin reader or inexperienced reader pls thank you 🙏 side note I really loved the unsub Spencer fic too 🤤 I love your writing

Yes ofc! I got a little carried away. Enjoy!

Spencer reid x inexperienced!reader

cw: first time, slow & intimate, praise, prep, gentle desperation

The rain had started sometime after midnight.

You and Spencer sat curled together on his worn couch, the low hum of classical music playing in the background. A chessboard was abandoned on the coffee table. Two mugs of tea long forgotten beside it.

He was warm next to you, long legs folded awkwardly, one arm slung over the back of the couch, brushing your shoulder now and then. He kept looking at you—more than usual tonight. You could feel it in the shift of his breathing. The hesitation. The gravity.

You bit your lip, heart fluttering.

“I’ve never…” you started, then stopped.

Spencer blinked, head tilting slightly. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, avoiding his eyes. “I just… I think if this keeps going—us, I mean—I should tell you something.”

He straightened a little, concern flashing in his features. “Okay.”

“I’ve never been with anyone before. Like, sexually.”

Silence stretched for half a breath.

Spencer’s lips parted, then closed again, and you braced yourself for some awkward apology or well-meaning “that’s okay” speech—but what you got instead was something else entirely.

Relief.

His shoulders dropped. His hand slid down to gently hold yours.

“Thank you for trusting me with that,” he said softly.

You finally looked up.

He was staring at you like he always did when he was about to recite facts—but this time, his voice stayed low, intimate.

“Do you want to know something kind of embarrassing?” he said, a smile ghosting at the corner of his mouth. “I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time. Like, years. I’ve… been waiting for it to mean something again.”

You exhaled slowly. “So you’re not…”

“Judging you? No. Not even a little. In fact…” He leaned in closer, voice dropping into something that made your stomach twist, “The thought of being your first is kind of driving me crazy.”

Your face flushed. “Spencer…”

His hand cupped your cheek.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he murmured. “But if you want me, really want me—I swear I’ll take care of you.”

“I do,” you said. “I really do.”

His mouth hovered over yours. “Then come with me.”

Now, you were lying on his bed, nerves prickling under your skin, but excitement humming just as loud. Spencer hovered over you, gentle and reverent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, lifting it with careful slowness. “Every part of you.”

Your breath hitched when his lips met your collarbone. He kissed down, unhurried, until he reached the band of your underwear.

“Can I take these off?” he asked, voice husky.

You nodded, and he peeled them down your thighs, kissing the inside of your knee as he did.

“Just relax,” he murmured. “Let me show you how good it can be.”

He nestled between your legs, hands stroking your thighs, his mouth tracing hot, open kisses along the sensitive skin.

Then he leaned in and tasted you.

You gasped—shock, pleasure, something more. He moaned softly into you, like your body was answering a question he’d always wanted to ask.

“God, you taste so sweet,” he breathed. “I could stay here forever.”

His tongue circled your clit, teasing and soft. His hands held you firmly, grounding you, and every few seconds he looked up—making sure you were okay.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he praised, voice low. “So responsive… so perfect.”

Then one of his long fingers pressed at your entrance.

“Just one, okay?” he said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

He slid in slow, letting you adjust, curling gently to find the right spot. You whimpered, overwhelmed by how full you already felt.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, clearly struggling to control himself. “It’s gonna feel so good when I’m inside you.”

He added a second finger, opening you gently, pumping slow and deliberate, watching every twitch and moan with reverence.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Taking my fingers so well. You’re gonna take my cock so well too.”

You clenched around him, and he groaned, desperate.

“Don’t do that. I’m barely holding on here.”

You reached for him, breathless. “I need you, Spencer. Please.”

He hesitated for only a moment—then nodded, carefully lining himself up and pressing the thick head of his cock against your entrance.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

He pushed in slow—inch by inch, eyes squeezed shut like he was in pain.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You’re so tight. So warm. I’m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

You whimpered as he bottomed out, the stretch deep and overwhelming but not unbearable. He stayed still, kissing your face, brushing your hair back.

“Breathe,” he whispered. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

Then he moved.

Slow, gentle thrusts, dragging pleasure over your nerves until your hips were lifting to meet him. His praise spilled freely—like he couldn’t stop.

“You feel so good around me.” “You’re perfect.” “Taking me so well—just like I knew you would.”

You were close, trembling. He reached between you, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit.

“Come for me,” he breathed. “Let me feel you.”

Your orgasm hit fast, clenching around him, and he moaned loud into your neck, thrusts turning sloppy.

“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m coming—”

He spilled inside you with a deep, broken groan, collapsing gently on top of you, holding you like glass.

“I love you,” he whispered, still breathless. “I’ve loved you since the first time you smiled at me.”

You kissed his jaw, dizzy and warm.

“I love you too.”

[spicyspiders]

going haywire

Conquest x male reader smut

713 words

You were never going to spar with Conquest again.

Warning for smut, bottom male reader, Conquest, and watersports (it was only a matter of time).

By your second orgasm, the need of your bladder gets to the point you aren’t able to ignore it. Conquest, the fucker, hasn’t even had one of his own, but you were used to that, and it seemed as if he preferred it that way. You wouldn’t exactly call him a considerate lover, it was more so that he liked to use sex as a game to measure how long he could go each time. 

Stupidly, you think that he’s about to stop and give you a break when he pulls out, but the concern you feel still grows bigger and heavier. At the feel of his hard cock pressed to your entrance, you open your mouth, ready to voice that concern, “I don’t think I can.”

“Nonsense!” Conquest responds, pulling your body back onto his chest. You rest all of your weight against him, even as he brings you both up onto your knees. His thick, muscular thighs rest in the space of your spread legs, giving you no choice but to keep your legs open wide. 

“Please,” you gasp as his cock stretches you open once more, “I can’t,” you groan, trying to twist out of his hold. 

Your struggle only seems to turn on the man even more as he wraps his left arm around your body to keep you close, the metal cold and unforgiving. “You can,” Conquest says into your ear, mustache grazing your earlobe. 

Conquest’s right hand goes to your chin to turn your head and pull you into a rough kiss, one that reopens the cut on your lip he made earlier. He groans at the taste of your blood on his tongue, only pulling away from the kiss when his cock is buried within you. 

Once the kiss is broken, Conquest’s hand moves down your neck and then your chest. When it reaches the arm wrapped around your stomach, you wait with bated breath, looking down to watch as the metal arm is pulled away. 

You thought his hand was going to go around your cock and to try and coax another orgasm out of you, instead, it went to press against your lower stomach. You thrash against his hold, but Conquest is quick to stop the movement, this time with his metal hand wrapped around your neck. 

Unlike him, which makes you even more nervous, he coos softly into your ear, “shh,” he hushes. The hand around your neck doesn’t match the softness of the sound, instead, it locks you in place as he presses his hand in harder. 

The build of it feels oddly similar to an orgasm, but the shame of it is the complete opposite of the rush of euphoria from earlier. You bite your lip to try and stifle the mix of a groan and sob, but it still manages to make its way out as you stain the ground below with your piss. 

“That’s it,” Conquest purrs, his hand around your neck loosening as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and watches the stream. 

Another sob falls from your lips when you feel the cock inside you throb, the absolute freak behind you was fucking getting off on it. You were never going to agree to another sparring session with Conquest again, nor would you ever be able to show your face in this same training ground. Maybe after you were done, you would find the strength within yourself to overpower the brute and use him to destroy the area during the skirmish. 

“You sick fuck,” you hissed as it finally came to an end. 

The laugh Conquest let out was loud and booming, much too loud for how close you were, “you’re the one that’s getting hard,” he said into your ear, nipping at the shell, “again, might I add.”

“We were supposed to be training,” you responded, hating how breathy your voice sounded. 

Conquest lets out a chuckle, “we are,” he says, “we’re training your-”

“If you say my endurance, I’ll-” you try cutting him off, the Conquest was faster as he pulled you into another kiss. 

“Insolent boy,” Conquest growled between rough kisses, “let’s see how many more I can get out of you,” he said ominously as his fingers wrapped tightly around your cock. 

[baestruly]

i'm okay when you are ⋆ joe singh

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 )  joe singh x reader

.˚ ᡣ𐭩 joe comforting you when your parents are being shitty (again) tags - hurt/comfort, padma is my love wc: 650

You stormed through the door at a loss for words ━━ as if you had any to say to anyone. There was one thing for sure, they wouldn’t be for your parents, coming to town thinking they can still own and control your own life.

You’ve been through this shit so many fucking times you were sick of it. Their voices, how they acted, getting in your head━━

It got to be too much.

Which is why the door bell rings as you storm in, your beaten down sneakers shuffling against the floors.

Your head is spinning inside and out, spiraling at a hint for words and a glimpse of your lifeline behind the counter. The guy who would run out of Blue Farm with just a phone call, the one who you cried to first when struggling, because your parents weren’t there enough to give you the chance. 

Your hand falls to the piercing cold counter, spotting Padma finishing an espresso order.

Sensing your distress, she runs over, her eyes concerned. “Are you okay? Do you need━━”

You were already nodding for Joe, at a loss for breath. You think she’s going to leave you standing to find him, but instead, she pulls your arm around the counter before it moves to your shoulder and leads you cautiously to the back.

The minute you walk through the back doors, Joe’s familiar frame filters through your vision. Someone safe ━━ you were safe, you were okay.

He drops the knife he’s using to cut the vegetables on the white cutting board and immediately runs to your side, sneaking a quick appreciated glance at Padma before his gentle hands grasp your upper arms. 

“Hey, hey, what happened ━━ what’s goin’ on?” 

He said it so gently you could melt right there, but instead your stomach clenches and it makes your tears fall faster, still gasping for breath.

He nods knowingly before wrapping his strong arms around you, shielding your head from the world in which he wanted to protect you from.

“Hey, shh, I’m here, you’re okay, I’m not goin’ anywhere, honey.” He whispers into your hair , your sniffles blocking out the noise. 

Once your heaving breaths slow, his hand slides to your back as his thumb absentmindedly draws circles on your shoulder blades. 

He didn’t say more, but you were already starting your rant, choking hiccups interupting each word you wanted to say. 

“They showed━━they showed up again, I don’t know uh━━I don’t know why and they kept saying how━━”

Those words come to light, where you’d never make it in life with the pace you were at. How they’ve made up a magical fairy tale land for you to live in and you chose the furthest thing from it. They must be so proud, that shit sucks.

His eyes fall softer, flickering around your face for answers you don’t even have. “You don’t have to say anything, only if you think it helps, okay? I know you’ve been━━um━━struggling with your family situation, but I’m here for you, okay?”

You nodded along, spotting the customer line growing larger. If Padma had peeked in to see if you were okay and if Joe could continue his shift, it didn’t matter now. 

Your fingers trace his jaw, then fall to his thick beard. “What’s the worst fight you’ve had with your parents, champ?” You chortled a wet laugh, sniffing. Just seeing his smile made you feel better, at ease.

He chuckled, head bowing down for a minute before it raised with furrowed brows, then a smile, genuine. “Gosh, I don’t know ━━ isn’t this about you right now? Don't worry about me, honey.”

“It’s only about me if we make it about me.” You sighed, wanting to sit down and eat and especially sit with Joe forever. “Besides, I need distractions.”

He laughed, his relief evident once that smile he loved so much returned to your face ━━ the sparkle finding its light through your eyes to shine through his brown ones. 

“Just looking at you is mine.”

Playfully, you slapped him on the arm before he winces playfully in return. "Too cheesy. I think i'll order a croissant now."

His gentle hand slid down your arm as he walked past you, giving it a squeeze as his eyes lock with yours.

"Coming right up, champ."

a/n - the lack of joe fics is criminal on here

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also request anything! 

[22ayla21]

request where mydei did a nightmare about his father killing the reader and when he wake up she comforts him

Shadows of the Past

The shadows of the past never leave us; they always appear in our dreams and reveal our fears.

Mydei froze in the middle of the hall, enveloped in an ominous twilight. Stone walls chilled his skin, the air was thick and heavy, as if saturated with blood and fear.

The silhouette of his father appeared before him. Tall, with a regal bearing, but with an icy gaze, he looked at his son with a contemptuous smirk.

"You have always been weak, Mydeimos," he said, clutching a bloodstained blade in his hand.

Mydei lunged forward, but his legs seemed rooted to the floor. His breath hitched, his heart pounded in his chest like a trapped bird.

At his father's feet, on the cold slabs, she lay.

Her hair was tangled, her lips parted, her clothes soaked in blood. Her blood spread across the stone, mixing with the crimson light pouring in from nowhere.

"No..." His voice broke.

"You became too engrossed in conquests, boy. Too arrogant. And I simply showed you what real loss is."

Mydei clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. He wanted to scream, to hit, to tear this nightmare apart. But instead, he fell to his knees before her lifeless body.

"No... no, no!"

He woke up, gasping for air. His heart raced wildly. His body was covered in sticky sweat, his chest squeezed as if in a steel vise. But most importantly...

She was there.

Her warm fingers gently touched his face, brushing away the sweat-soaked strands of hair. Her voice was soft, but with concern:

"Mydei... what happened?"

Her touch was real. Warm. Alive.

He slowly turned his head and met her eyes.

She was here. She was alive.

Suddenly, like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline, he pulled her to himself, hugging her tightly. Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, her fingers sliding across his back, soothing, bringing him back to reality.

"It was just a bad dream," she whispered, burying her nose in his neck.

But for him, it was not just a dream. It was a ghost of the past, clinging to him with a death grip.

He slowly ran his hand down her back, trying to calm down.

"I saw him kill you," he finally exhaled, closing his eyes. She pressed closer to him.

"But I'm here. With you. And I'm not going anywhere."

Her voice was quiet, but firm as steel.

He buried his face in her again, inhaling her familiar scent, listening to the beat of her heart. A living heart.

And only then, in her embrace, could he finally relax.

[starconstruction]

Solar Celebration

Chaewon x Male Reader (smut)

smut tags: feet, pussy eating, backshots, facial, blowjob, outdoors sex

word count: 1751

old fic disclaimer

The sun was out in full force, bathing the two of you in its warmth. You and Chaewon were celebrating the latest comeback, you rarely got the chance to see her given the circumstances of her being always busy, savouring every second you had with her.

Chaewon laid on the sun chair, recently pedicured feet that laid against your hand. Appreciating the softness of her soles as you gave her a massage. You sat comfortably below your idol friend, in nothing more than some shorts.

"Hmm that feels nice." Chaewon remarked, giving you praise. Her hands held a cocktail glass - a simple mojito - taking a sip. "You aren't so bad at this whole cocktail thing." She chimed, swirling the ice with her straw.

"I used to be a bartender in college, had some practice." You responded, hands staying firmly on her feet, pressing around for any knots.

"Oh, you should make me more tonight, this might be the only time I can get smashed for the next few months..." She lamented, drinking more of the lime flavoured substance.

"As long as you pay for the alcohol." You replied, ramping up your massage, introducing your tongue to the affair. She gasped at the sudden slick muscle on the base of her feet, you loved Chaewon's entire body but her tasty soles were the one constant between every hangout session.

"Honey, I pay for everything." She laughed, the nickname made your heart flutter a bit. You had some feelings for Chaewon, knowing her long before IZ*ONE but a formal relationship with her would be impossible. So instead you showed your affection with actions, trailing up and down.

You pulled away, "I know, you're the best and oh so perfect." Her eyes rolled with your thick sarcasm, swapping to her other foot, replacing the salty, pungent sweat with a equally shiny layer of saliva.

"I know I am, otherwise you wouldn't be kissing my feet right now." She taunted, watching your tongue writhe between every crevice of her toes, exploring every part with a rapacious appetite.

A sudden yell from Chaewon made you stop, eyes locked in on her toned stomach. A green hued liquid pouring down her body, pooling downwards as it collected on her bikini bottoms.

"Oh nooooo" She feigned surprise, another one of Chaewon's usual antics. "My bikini is completely soaked! Guess I have to take it off." Good thing this was a private pool, Chaewon pretended to give an effort of movement, hands grabbing the waistband of her bikini and then she stopped.

"Damn... I can't seem to move enough, do the honours for me." She lured you in, a natural vixen as your hands finished what she couldn't. Her pussy coming out of hiding and into your eyes. Shining brightly against the luminous sun, a fleshy pink lotus. The obscene sight sending blood right down to your cock.

"Oops!" Chaewon yelled, a faux concern as her arm mysteriously pushed you inwards, face pressed into her cunt, you got the memo. Tongue lapping up Chaewon's taste, a sinful combination of the intricate cocktail and her arousal.

"Ugh.. fuck.." Her moans came from the gut, the act of eating your friend out was filthy, dirty but so fucking hot. Tongue sliding in between her lips as you flicked around every facet of her intimate area.

"You taste so fucking good Chae.." You growled, high on her taste as you spat on her eager hole, rubbing the bubbly white slime into her with your tongue.

"Hmph! God fuck.." Chaewon's moans were always disorderly, panting with pure desire as her brain emptied to take all the pleasure you offered her. The company's demands, the annoying fans, the intense dances all melted away on your tongue.

Your tongue went inside her body, tongue fucking her soaked hole, nose pressed deep into her as you breathed her in. Her musk drove you wild, mingling with the sweat that formed on her completely smooth body.

She arched slightly into your penetrating tongue, the thought hit you suddenly. You were tongue fucking the Kim Chaewon, thousands of men and women would kill to be in this position, but only you were living it.

"FUCK FUCK C-CUMMING!" Chaewon had no elegance in her arrival, tongue forced out as she squired over your face, claiming you as hers in the sun.

You reluctantly pulled away from her folds, she was a delicious shade of red, body entirely covered in shining sweat, you didn't know when her bikini fully came off, her pink nipples caught your attention. Restraining yourself from feasting on them.

"That tongue is always so good. Come, sit at the edge of the pool for me." Chaewon said, slowly getting off the defiled sunchair, a puddle formed under where she sat. Nothing went to waste as you licked the juices off.

Chaewon's seductively slim body dipped into the water, the pool grabbed at her curves, the blue water was pretty and elegant. Nothing compared to Chaewon, the hottest babe in the world. Her feet touched the concrete base, body dancing in the water. Elegantly waving her hands as she brought you in, a siren who had the full capabilities to destroy you.

You removed your swimming shorts, cock fully erect to the warm air, "Such a thick cock, come quicker I need that in my fucking mouth." She rasped, swimming over to the corner where you resided. Her hair laid draped over her shoulders, sweat being washed away with the crisp water.

Chaewon's hand gripped your base, emphasising your girth with how she struggled to hold it, looking at it with wonder. Flatly pressing her tongue against your head. Giving you a sexy wink as her tongue went down your length, leaving a warmth etched into dick. "Hmm, that taste... I think of this every comeback." She licked the sides, admiring your dick like a popsicle. Every sensation made you melt under the idol, she started with an elegance that will quickly fade.

"Chae.. Fuck." You gasped, her mouth enveloping your cock with hunger, tongue flicking at every morsel of your meat. God her mouth is too fucking good.

Chaewon moved down again, taking you in her entirety, her brain was dizzy for your cock. Brain short circuiting as she reunited with your taste, your scent, the way you felt in her mouth. Shakily releasing gusts of breath on your tip that dripped pre-cum into her mouth.

"You take my cock so well, so fucking well." You praised, throbbing in the warmth of Chaewon's mouth. You felt very fuzzy, breathless in this moment, Chaewon came up for air. "I miss this, wish I could suck you off so much more." Chaewon whispered, voice deep in reflection as she dipped her tongue into your slit.

"We could, I'll come out to you if that's the problem." You said, imagining a world where you aren't restricted to one night every few months.

"Maybe, there's quite a few days where I'm in a hotel nearby. Let's talk about it later, for now I need this cock inside me." She said, body getting out the water.

"What position?" It was a simple question, one that gave you infinite possibilities. Mind immediately racing to one position and one position only.

"Face down, ass up for me Chae." You purred, watching her body as she repositioned. Her thick ass right popped out in front of you for the taking. Hand gripping onto her cheek, groping handfuls of the idol. So much effort had to have gone into something this perfect, all yours to touch.

"Backshots? Fuck that's hot." She barked, your cock rubbed against her wetness. Coating it throughly before pushing the first inch into her hole, it welcomed you like so many times before. She was practically molded for your cock.

"It's cute you are going slow but just fuck me already!" She sounded irritated, fine then. You gripped onto her ass, delivering aggressive slams. "Oh fuck!" She moaned, you went in and out, splitting her open with every single thrust.

"So tight Chaewon! Fuck!" You choked out, witnessing your cock emerge before it went back in, Chaewon's moans were so fucking hot. If there was anyone nearby they'd definitely hear her screams, so loud, so needy, so filthy.

You held Chaewon's head down against the floor, delivering the strongest thrusts yet. "Take my fucking cock! Bet you'd let anyone fuck you like this, fucking slut!" You yelled, pulling her into your shaft.

"No! Nobody could ever fuck me this good. Just you!" Chaewon screamed, head light with the suffocating pleasure, her fingers found her clit. Assisting your actions, the new pleasure made her tighten. Practically suffocating your meat, drowning in her.

You pressed your hand against her chest, her heartbeat felt in every pad of your fingers, irregular much like your thrusts at this point.

"Chaewon!" You moaned out her name, the complements falling behind to a particularly strong pulse of pleasure.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" Chaewon was vulgar, letting out the primal noises that were desperate to get out. Her pussy giving you one last squeeze, panting out whorish gasps.

"P-pull out.. I want your fuck cum on my face...." She demanded, cock leaving her warmth. Hand letting up against her face.

She turned around with carnal desire, tackling you onto the ground as she aggressively stroked you for all you were worth, pumping up and down with unadulterated lust. She looked up with lidded eyes, a tight smirk that made you so close.

"Cum for me! Fucking cum for me Y/N, paint my face!" She begged, hungry for your load. If she wanted your cum she was going to get it.

Time froze as the sensation rose up to your tip, legs spasming under your friend as thick spurts covered her face, coating her forehead, cheeks, lips, teeth and even some in her hair. Face totally ruined.

"W-wow." You breathed out, coming down from the high Chaewon bestowed you with.

"Thank you Y/N." She took the thick gloopy cum onto her fingers, collecting it up as she pressed it into her arms. Your load being rubbed into her skin as it slowly disappeared, then she used the excess on her face. All evidence of your load completely disappeared.

"That was so fucking good Y/N, how about we shower, get so fucking drunk and discuss doing this more often?" She asked, smiling earnestly.

"Sounds good Chae, I'll carry our stuff." You replied.

"Wow, such a gentlemen."