#and he pulled out a maxi pad

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I just think he's neat

[httpsserene]

I have been having SUCH a thought since the Thigh Riding, and I NEED to tell you.

We know reader has been loving Max and Charles’ thighs, but have you seen those silicone thigh toys? They’re basically ridged pads you strap to your thigh and…well you can guess what they do with them.

I just- I feel like it would elevate it, their sweet girl opening up to the world of toys whilst in the comfort of something she loved.

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 | 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 | 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞: 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞

summary: all my (terrified and oversensitive) homies hate vibrators!! max and charles introduce you to something better.  content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. vibrators. thigh riding. sex toys. non-penetrative sex. edging. praise kink. corruption kink. dom/sub undertones. coming untouched. sub!charles. sub!reader. dom!max. pairing: max verstappen x charles leclerc x fem!black!reader word count: 2.4k words.

author’s notes: this is from december 2023, jesus christ. about fucking time right, @vetteltea? this has been haunting me in my sleep ever since this hit my inbox, now it’s y’all’s problem too < 333 psss, next post will either be toasty part two (toto) or a smau xxx

(if you’re unsure about what these specific thigh toys are, don’t worry, i would link an example but idk if that would get me put in tblr jail and i’m on thin ice with my mentions, tags, and even dms not working :| look up “grinding pad sex toy” to get an idea of what i’m referencing in this fic. )

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You’ve deeply repressed the memory of your orgasm-deprived outburst that kick started your sexual exploration with Max and Charles. Vaguely, you can remember saying that you possibly considered the thought of buying a vibrator to get yourself off since riding your pillow wasn’t enough anymore.

[…you’ve become depraved enough to consider buying a vibrator, but all packages delivered to this apartment have to be approved by max or charles to be sent up, and you’re definitely not bold enough to go out and buy one (and risk being seen by one of their fans or have to physically talk to someone to buy one)...]

[…you seem to have missed the fact that you sent their minds reeling and continue venting, “i don’t know what to do, maxy!  i’ve been doing the same thing, and it’s NEVER failed me before. it’s cruel that it stopped working when you guys left me for more than a month! no matter how i did it–if i did the exact same things i’ve always been doing, or tried something new, nothing worked! i was literally just considering buying a fucking vibrator! a vibrator, charles, i’d rather run naked in the street than buy that online and have to put in this delivery address–”

charles gently presses finger against your mouth, shushing you. he pulls you into a deep hug, rubbing a hand up and down the length of your back , the motion pacifying you. he hums, and it vibrates through his chest to yours, “mmm, we’re home now, mon ange. there’s no need to run in the streets naked–” “definitely not,” max jumps in, reacting possessively at the implication of other people seeing you undressed. charles rolls his eyes and continues (like he’s not just as jealous as max), “or buy a vibrator. i know it must be so frustrating…”]

Charles was right. You didn’t have to go streaking or buy a sex toy to get off, your boyfriends took care of you. That night, you were satisfied by riding Max’s thigh. Then a few days later, you learned how to pleasure your men with handjobs. A couple of days after that you were fingerfucked into an altered mental state, then followed up with watching Charles cum untouched as Max ate him out. You had Max’s mouth on you next and weeks later in a Spanish villa, you allowed them to take your virginity.

The five days you three spent in that villa were filled with pleasure, as Max and Charles fulfilled every request of yours without question. In bed, on the sofa, from the kitchen floor to the dining table, from the hot tub to the bathroom shower, horizontally, vertically, parabolically, from dusk to dawn—the two years of relationship you had without sexual intimacy had been put to rest. The understanding, the vulnerability, and the trust rooted within everyone had led to that moment. It was worth it.

So, one would understand your confusion when Max drops the idea of sex toys in conversation with you and Charles on a random morning. With an audible noise of confusion, you tilt your head up at him adorably, and genuinely question, “Why would I use a toy when I have you two?” Your tummy tightened when that sentence caused Charles to look at you with dripping molten eyes and Max’s mumbled grumble about corrupting your innocence goes unheard. Minutes later, you were bent over the kitchen island, the skirt of your sundress shoved up around your waist, and your white panties dangling off of one ankle as they took turns eating you out. Needless to say, you forgot about the subject of conversation the moment they knocked your legs open.

Eventually, they do manage to have a chat about toys without it devolving into sex. 

“Schat,” Max grabbed your attention, the clink of his silverware resting on his plate further interrupted your focus on spinning pasta onto your fork.

“Yes, Maxy?” you responded, meeting his eyes with a smile.

“After this discussion, we will never bring this up again if you are adamantly against the idea,” you brought your fork to your lips, munching away with a look of puzzlement, the Dutchman continued, “But, Charlie and I were talking…and we think, that—with your approval, of course—that there’s a chance you may enjoy experiencing and learning about sex toys, and how good they can make you feel. As long as either one of us is using them on you—and, with your hatred of them—they’re also not vibrators.”

You choked on your pasta, Charles making a noise of surprise as he rushed forward to pat you on the back.

Airways now cleared, you looked at Max with watery eyes, “There was not enough foreshadowing to let me know where the conversation was going. And, fuck vibrators. They are way too strong.”

The Monegasque’s eyes brightened with humor, “Hm. I think vibrators are nice, especially when they’re in Max’s hand.”

“You’re a menace and a freak,” the older man responded, “And she’s chronically sensitive. Don’t tease.”

Charles tugged at one of your curls, chuckling as he saw the brown skin of your cheeks redden.

“I mean,” you paused to play fight with your boyfriend, batting his hand from your hair cutely, “You guys haven’t been wrong with anything you’ve introduced me to. If you think that I might enjoy something…I guess I can try it. And, you’ll stop if I tell you to, right?”

“Always, mon ange.” “Of course, liefje.”

“Okay, then. I just don’t think there’s a toy that I’ll like?”

A smirk spread across Max’s lips when he glanced over at Charles, like they knew something you didn’t. His blue eyes were alight with humor as they looked back at you, “Let us worry about that.”

You did such a good job of letting your boyfriends “worry about sex toys” that you ended up forgetting the conversation happened. Until tonight, when you walked into your bedroom to see Charles on the bed completely naked, save for—what appears to be, a pink silicone pad strapped around his tanned, muscular thigh.

You freeze in the doorway, mouth parted, struggling to process the sight in front of you. The brunette is ruined. His hair is damp with sweat, strands of curls stuck to his forehead, and green eyes moist with dried tear tracks painting the ruddiness of his cheeks. His lips are bitten red, swollen, and moist with his spit—Max’s too. The bruises start on his collarbone, deep red marks brush along his clavicle and pecs, and there are visible imprints of teeth around his right nipple. Traces of Max’s unforgiving grip are painted on his waist, thumbprints obvious to your eyes. His cock looks painful; burning red, twitching randomly, the vein on his underside raised, and precome has been leaking out of his tip for a while if the puddle by the base is any telling. 

Employing his skill for perfect timing, the en-suite door opens, and Max steps into the room with a bottle of lube in his hand. 

“Charlie?” Max coos, walking over to the delirious man, pouting sympathetically when the brunette’s head falls forward to rest on his hip, ruffling his hair and scratching along his scalp. “Aren’t you going to thank our pretty girl for putting an end to your torture?”

“–rci, merci,” the exhausted man mumbles messily. Max hums in content, dropping the lube on the bed and gesturing for you to come closer. Tripping over your feet in haste to follow his order, you ask softly, “How long have you had him like this?”

“Around forty-five minutes,” Max shrugs, dismissively, “He was getting too excited as we waited for you to join us.”

Swallowing shakily, you inquire, “Excited about what?

“Your new sex toy.” 

You gasp and Max’s eyes flutter across your face as he gages your reaction. Max sees you shift on your feet and casts look downward; your thighs are pressed together for friction—you’re aroused.

“Do you want to try it?”

“Yes, Max.”

The Dutchman smiles at you, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind your ear, and leans forward to press a multitude of chaste kisses on your lips, laughing lowly when you whine with displeasure as he ignores your attempts to deepen them. “You’re being so brave for me. Take your clothes off, pretty girl.”

Bare in the blink of an eye, you look at your older boyfriend for his next direction.

“Our Charlie,” Max starts, helping the fucked-out man sit up straight, “Has been so kind to volunteer his thigh to you. Strapped around it,” he pauses to slap his hand down beneath the toy, smirking at Charles’ delayed yelp, and squeezing the meat of his muscle warmly, “Is a ridged silicone pad designed to simulate the vulva and clit as you grind. The waves and spikes of silicone are malleable and soft,” Max drags his finger across them demonstratively, “and are smooth and bouncy as you slide across it, allowing for a continuous rubbing sensation—I did my research.”

Giggling nervously as your eyes flicker between Charles’ cock and the daunting pink slab of plastic, “I can tell. Um—I just ride it like it’s his thigh?”

Max nods and offers you his hand for stability as you move to straddle the pad. Charles blinks, raising trembling hands to rest on your hips, staring at you with hazy eyes. You sigh, tangling your hand in the nape of his hair and using it to pull him forward into a kiss. His lips are clumsy but eager as they move against yours, whimpers muffled into your mouth and beard scratching along your chin. He tries to tug you downwards to have you firmly sit on the pad but is halted by Max.

“Greedy, both of you,” Max snorts, picking up the forgotten bottle of lube and uncapping it to lightly drizzle some on the toy's surface, “I know you get wetter than the ocean but, better safe than sorry.”

He pats you on the ass in encouragement, and you shake your head with shame as you lower yourself down on the silicone, draping your arms around Charles’ shoulders and pausing to acquaint yourself with the new feeling. The chill of the lube startles you but aside from that, the toy is…comfortable. The raised hump sits perfectly against the curvature of your cunt and already, you’re anticipating the focused stimulation it will provide. 

Max sits behind Charles and the bed sinks under his weight, barely jostling the Monegasque’s thigh. However, it’s enough of a movement that it causes one of the soft spikes to clip your clit, pushing a quiet noise of surprise from your lips.

“Oh,” you murmur airily.

Trying to hide the quirk of his lips, Max leans forward to whisper directly into Charles’ ear, “This seems awfully familiar to the first time she rode my thigh, no?”

You whimper audibly, knowing that he purposefully spoke loud enough for you to hear his words. Refusing to fixate on Charles’ reply, you circle your hips, breath catching as the various textures set your nerves ablaze. You understand that Max added the lube to prevent any unwanted roughness—it’s rendered unnecessary as your arousal starts to leak. Digging your nails into the younger man’s back, you rock your hips back and forth slowly, moaning freely as the waves are a consistent friction against your labia. 

“It’s–fuck—i-it’s good.”

“Stuttering already,” Max tuts, and you feel the heat in your cheeks radiate down to your bouncing chest. Your rhythm roughens; dragging yourself along the toys in desperation, toes curling at every random press of the spikes against your outer lips and clit. Charles gasps in relief, your quickened pace causing his cock to bounce and rub against his abdomen in his puddle of precome. He gets lucky on every few grinds when you undulate forwards and his cock bounces to glide against your navel. His hands grip firmly around your hips and shove them into a jerkier motion, keeping you close to him so his reddened length can be soothed against your skin constantly. 

The change in angle and position has caused the spikes to form a barrage around your clit and the waves drag over your entrance, teasing you with the feeling of being opened up. Dropping your head to hide your face in Charles’ neck, you muffle your pitchy moans and shrieks by tasting the sweat beading on his skin.

“I’m jealous, schatje,” Max speaks, “I almost want to pull her off of your thigh and have her sit on my face.”

Fresh tears spill from Charles’ eyes as he begs, “N-no-no—mmmph—please, ‘m close.”

Your hips start to rabbit against the toy, and the texture between your legs is overwhelming but too pleasurable to consider slowing. 

Max yanks Charles’ head backward with a fist in his hair, “Do you want to cum, Charlie?”

The man in question babbles incoherently, chest trembling from lack of oxygen as he continues to sob; he tries to nod, but can’t, thanks to Max’s firm grip. The burning of his scalp doesn’t subdue him, it encourages him to keep tugging so the pain floods endorphins through his body. 

“You know what to say,” Max states calmly, the words sending shivers down your spine. Your own body starts to tingle as you taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue; you’re too delighted at the new sensations to let any embarrassment build from reaching the edge quickly.

Charles struggles to get his tongue, lips, and vocal cords to cooperate. You see a frantic look light in his eyes, sure he’s trying to puzzle out what language he’s sane enough to communicate in. He manages to verbalize sounds that could be likened to Max’s name if you brush past his whimpers and cries.

“Plea–,” Charles tries to push the word out pitifully, “—ah, sss'il te pla—” his cock bumps against your navel, and his words cut off, eyes rolling back before he can finish begging.

A humorous laugh leaves Max; this is the easiest way Max has ever made the younger man lose his speech. He softens, and gives into the pillow prince, “You did so good, Charlie. You tried your hardest for me, yeah? You begged so prettily tonight, almost as pretty as you look. Such a good boy, Charles. You can cum.”

Strikingly, the approval works for both you and Charles. Twin cries of pleasure erupt as your orgasms blur your vision and burn through your muscles. The feeling of Charles’s cum splattering against your stomach sends another burst of light through your skin as you continue to grind fitfully on the silicone pad. A lake of wetness puddled on the poor man’s thigh, that squelches as you move. 

Charles is rendered silent as his cock continues to pulse even when the flow of his release ceases. Max brings his hand down to squeeze at his base and Charles releases a choppy scream as it pushes another couple of ribbons out of him. His hips thrust upwards with every string, forcing hisses of over sensitivity to slip from you as it drags the soaked pad against your cunt. You would happily crawl off his thigh, but you haven’t regained feeling in your legs yet. 

Thankfully, Charles deflates back into Max, his cock finally softening and slowly losing some of its flush. Tears start to leak from his eyes again, his chest shuddering through little sobs. You whimper softly at his tears and Max pulls you both to rest comfortably in the bed, as he shushes you two through the comedown. When the tears, shivers, and shakes halt, a pleased tilt of lips rises to Charles's face as his eyes dance between you and Max. 

The Dutchman unclips the toy from Charles’s thigh and smirks at the wet peeling noise that sounds.

“So…I assume this toy has your approval?”

© httpsserene2023

[prettymonegasque]

Something about Max screams fucking you raw on the kitchen counter

Max Verstappen x Reader

A/N: I would gladly be Max Emillian Verstappen's little housewife. No questions asked.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, HEAVY BREEDING KINK, Lactation Kink, Housewife Kink, just a lotta kinky shit tbh, Unprotected sex (you're way too fucking young to have kids), Fingering, Oral f! receiving, Implied oral m! receiving

Waffles. That's the only thing on your mind since last night when you and Max watched The Great British Bake Off before bed. You woke up earlier than usual to finally satisfy your craving. You put on some soft jazz and moved around the kitchen in your bra and joggers. You cherised these quiet moments far away from all the noise and the chaos. You were so deep in thought, you didn't hear your husband padding towards you. You heart almost fell out of your chest when a pair of arms wrapped around you.

"Max! You scared me" You gasped as he just nuzzled in your neck. "It's 7am why are you up baby?" His voice was deeper than usual. "I need waffles" You simply shrugged. He hummed and his arms started trailing up until they reached your breasts. You hissed in pain. Max's eyes shot open at the sound of your discomfort. "What's wrong liefje?" "I'm ovulating Max. My breasts are insanely sore." You didn't notice how Max's cock stood up at your words.

You and Max have talked about kids and decided to try after the end of the season. But Max Verstappen was not a very patient man. As you grabbed the waffle maker, Max started nibbling on your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses and slowly pushing your bra strap away for more access. You didn't take long to figure out what was happening.

In the flash of an eye, you were on the counter as Max got to work removing your joggers. He slowly kissed his way up from your ankles. He chuckled seeing your soaked panties. He slowly pulled it down with his teeth while staring into your eyes. You moaned at the sight. "Fuck baby, all of this for me?" He spoke against your pussy. "Yes Maxie. All for you." You gasped as his tongue got to work. Licking and slurping on every crevice, he knew your his pussy like the back of his hand.

He inserted two fingers, scissoring you and getting you prepared for what was to come. Despite fucking like bunnies everyday, you could never get used to his girth. The second he nudged your clit with his nose, your orgasm washed over you like a torpedo. You barely had a chance to speak before you came all over his face.

"So nice and ready for my cock huh princess?" Max got up from the floor and got rid of his boxers. His cock slapped on his stomach, making you drool selfishly. He held you tight as he slowly entered you. A loud moan tore out of you. After a few small thrust, he looked at you silently asking for permission. You knew this was what you both wanted and nodded.

Every little piece of restraint in him crumbled and an animalistic moan ripped from his throat as he fucked you raw on the kitchen counter. He thrusted into you mercilessly. You body shook at the intensity and your nails were piercing his back drawing blood. "Is this what you wanted schatje? Me fucking a baby into you. Fuck baby you would look pretty with your breast all swollen with my baby's milk and god I can't wait to suck on it." He sucked on your nipples ruthlessly rehearsing for the future. His suckling felt like heaven on your sore breasts.

You cried as he continued thrusting into you. He pulled your nipple with his lips before letting it go. He kissed you with so much love and adoration. "Shit baby. I'm about to cum. Do you want my cum huh baby? Do you? " He taunted you as his thrusts continued wrecking your pussy. "Yes Maxie! Give me your baby. Wanna be a good little housewife for you" You were on the verge of passing out. Your orgasm washed over you twice and your husband barely faltered. He was on a mission and you wanted him to succeed. Max let out a gruttal groan as he came in you. You felt his cum filling you up. You were both a sweaty mess and your foreheads touched. "Are you okay baby?" He cupped your face and placed a chaste kiss. "I'm great" You whispered. He slowly pulled out you and walked over to the bedroom to grab a cloth.

When he came back, he definetely didn't expect to see you fingering yourself pushing his cum further in. He moaned as he got ready for round 2. You knew at that moment you weren't gonna get your waffles for a while. But you got something way better to stuff in your mouth.

[giuseppe-yuki]

who is that?

max verstappen x ragdoll cat shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 1.9k

warnings: suggestive content, curse words, jealous!max

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: who is that cat that max is playing with in the rb garage that is not you?

picture credits from pinterest :)

sitting on an elevated ball cat bed that was custom designed with max’s emblem on the side, it wasn’t hard to see that you were a little spoiled. hell, you even had your own minifridge stocked with fresh fish, veggies, fruit, and meat that max specifically ordered for you. at first, you had advocated against having your little corner of the red bull garage, not wanting to take up too much space, but max had convinced not only you but also christian to build the little cat corner, because who could ever say no to a three-time world champion? 

now, you were sitting daintily on the soft cushion of the bed, watching max finish the last of his fp1 laps. to no one’s surprise, he had the quickest time, being faster than charles by a third of a second. 

feeling a bit hungry, you let out a few mewls, sending a few of the engineers scurrying your way. ha, you thought. i have them wrapped around my finger. 

“you hungry, little kitty?” one of the engineer asks, petting your head. 

you blink your signature blue ragdoll cat eyes at her.

immediately, she jumps up, and strolls to your mini fridge. gingerly, she takes out some pre-prepared raw chicken out of the refrigerator, along with a couple of strawberries. after cutting up both items into small enough pieces with scissors stored on the side of the fridge, she sets the food in a small bowl in front of your cat bed. 

you jump off your elevated bed and walk a few laps around the engineer’s legs, rubbing your fur against her legs in a show of appreciation. the other engineers all coo in adoration, tilting their heads and smiling at you. you approach the bowl on the ground and gobble down the chicken and strawberries, quick. 

deciding you want pets now, you hop into another engineer’s lap and purr, which evokes him to start scratching your chin. but before he could give you any more pets, max pulls into the garage along with checo, signaling to you that fp1 was over. the engineer sets you back on the ground to start assessing the rb20 with everyone else. 

to your left, hannah schimtz strolls in from the pitlane, one hand clutching her headpiece and another holding a clipboard. you pad over to her through the chaos of the garage and jump onto her leg. she chuckles before setting down her things on a counter and picking you up. she gives you a few pats on the head, earning her a meow of happiness from you. gianpiero lambiase appears out of nowhere next to hannah, but you don’t mind as he starts stroking your fur. you nuzzle into hannah’s team kit in gratitude. 

when you lift your head and look across the room, you see your boyfriend has already gotten out of his car and standing next to checo. checo is animatedly talking with his hands, occasionally gesturing towards his car, but max is not looking at him. he stares directly at you in hannah’s arms, cool blue eyes staring you down. its filled with a familiar fondness, but it is also tinted with an emotion you don’t see often- jealousy. 

he turns and walks towards you, leaving checo looking at his retreating figure with a confused look on his face. (poor checo, you think.) 

“i’m going to hold my cat now,” he says pointedly to hannah, emphasizing the “my”. he snatches you out of hannah’s arms and holds you gently to his chest. you think you can hear his heartbeat through his sweaty fireproofs. 

turning on his heel, he yanks the driver radio earbuds out of his ear, one-handedly throws it on the counter behind his car, grabs you tight, and bolts out of the garage towards his driver room. 

“don’t you think that was a little much back there, maxie?” you question, lifting your head off his chest and peering at him. 

“umm, no, not really,” your boyfriend says. he squeezes you closer to him on the bed in his driver’s room, tangling your legs together.

you thread your fingers into max’s, using your other hand to fiddle with his fan-made mv1 bead bracelets and trace the patterns on his silver cartier bracelet. “if i may,” you start, lips close to the shell of his ear, “i would say…you were a little jealous back there- snatching me out of hannah’s arms. i just wanted a few pets, that’s all.” 

he pouts, scrunching his nose. he pulls himself away from you and adjusts himself on the bed, laying on his side and propping one hand on the side of his head. you can see the dark spots on his pillow where his head was, leftover droplets of water from getting out of the shower. he adjusts the simple black shirt that he pulled from his drawers a few minutes ago, and blinks at you innocently. 

“no i wasn’t,” he defends himself. “i just simply wanted to hold my pretty girlfriend after racing hard on the track after fp1.” 

you roll your eyes. “sure baby,” you giggle. he was such a lousy liar. it was kind of cute seeing him jealous though. you lean closer to him, laser focused on his soft lips. “just know that you’re the only person that can do this-” 

before you can put your glossy lips on his, max’s phone starts to buzz. 

he curses, pulling out his phone. “who the fuck is calling me?” 

the caller id lights up, showing the words ‘christian horner’ in blaring white letters. 

he scrambles off the bed, and turns to you. “i’m sorry, i have to take this,” he says apologetically. “i will be back, though.” he gives you a wink before walking out of the room.

lying on the bed by yourself, fix your hair a bit before pausing. “no way christian fucking horner just cockblocked me!” you say aloud, giggling to yourself.

two hours before fp2 starts, you find yourself in the paddock bathroom. you smooth down your hair, reapply your makeup, and start smothering lipgloss on your lips when you hear a voice behind you. 

“hey there, you’re max’s girlfriend, right?” a girl in a pretty patterned tube top and jeans smiles at you, tilting her head in question. 

“oh, yes, that’s me!” you respond, smiling back at her. before she can respond, you reach your hand out, and pluck a white feather off the back of her top. “you had a feather stuck on the back of your top by the way,” you explain to her, tossing it in the trash can next to the sinks. 

“haha thanks, i have no idea how that got there!” she says, scratching her head. she then reaches out her hand. “i’m oscar’s girlfriend by the way. nice to meet you!”

you strike up a conversation while she touches up her own makeup, even exchanging numbers. 

she was in the middle of explaining a funny story how she apparently “stole water” from the red bull motorhome when she pauses and points to a spot near your shoulder. 

“there’s like a pretty big bruise on your shoulderblade!” she says concerningly. “is everything alright?” 

you look at yourself in the mirror, and sure enough is a bruise, small enough to not be seen from far away, but too big to cover up unnoticeably. god, you were gonna kill max on sight. 

you struggle to come up with an appropriate excuse to tell oscar’s girlfriend. “i- um was kind of clumsy and bumped into a shelf in max’s driver’s room, and like- a giant vase art piece thingy fell on me!” 

she gasps in shock, “omg, what? i hope you’re okay now!”

you nod your head quickly. “yeah, i’m totally fine,” you say. “the vase didn’t even hurt that much.” 

after covering the hickey bruise with at least a half a gallon of concealer, you hurry over to the red bull garage. max must be a little worried, considering you were gone a little longer than expected because you were talking to oscar’s girlfriend. to your surprise, max is sitting on one of the data analyst’s chair, dangling a toy fish on a string over the head of a ragdoll cat. the cat bats at it, meowing.

“what the actual fuck are you doing? and who is that?” you burst out, marching over to max. this better be a prank, you think to yourself.

to your surprise, there is not a hint of held-back laughter on max’s face- only shock. “wait what?” he says, stunned. “if you’re here..then who is…?” he trails off. the cat sits on the ground between you both, blinking its blue eyes innocently. 

GP walks up to you and max, not noticing both of your shocked faces. he bends down and picks up the cat, cooing. “i know one of the engineers fed her earlier, but you don’t mind if i feed this one a bit of fish do you?” he doesn’t wait for an answer before stalking off to the fridge with the cat. 

you turn to max, eyes blazing. 

“i swear! i thought that was you!” he whispers to you frantically.

by the time fp2 was over, you were already back in max’s driver room. the door busts open, and in runs a sweaty max. he starts rambling (or should i say maxplaining?) the second the door is open- “omg, baby where is the cat? after fp2, i talked to gp and he said that you left with ten minutes left in fp2 with the cat? please please please tell me you did not kill the cat, i swear i did not know that it was not you! it was a random stray cat that somehow found its way into the paddock! i won’t even touch another cat ever again please?” 

he turns the corner of his driver’s room to find you in your cat form snuggling on the bed with a sleeping ragdoll cat. you turn to blink your glittering blue eyes at him while keeping a paw protectively around the other cat. 

your boyfriend sits down on the couch, relief oozing out of him. he gives both of you some head scratches. “i really thought you took the cat and killed it or something,” he exclaims. he then heads to the mini cooler next to his rack of race suits and pops open a can of red bull. when he turns back around, you are now sat next to the cat, running your hands over its soft fur.

“you really think i would do that, maxie?” you say, raising an eyebrow. 

he goes back into panic mode, trying to defend himself. “no, no, no, i just meant-”

you cut him off, laughing. “relax, baby, i’m just messing with you. besides, i think we have a new member in our family now! what should we name him?” 

max sighs with relief, and comes to sit next to you on the bed. he says the first name that pops into his mind. “how about we name him jimmy?” 

you raise your eyebrow for the second time. “jimmy?” you say incredulously. “you want to name the cat jimmy?”

“okay, okay,” he says, holding his hands up. “how about…sassy? that cat was really sassy with me when i found it in the garage! that’s why i thought it was you!” 

“what is that supposed to mean?” you say bewilderedly. 

before max can answer, the cat yawns loudly in your lap and nuzzles close to you.

“you know,” you remark, changing the subject,  “i’m honestly really glad you found this little kitty.” you lean over and give max a peck on the lips, tasting a hint of red bull. 

an idea hits you. “hey, why don’t we name him redbull?”

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[ketaundkrawall]

Code Rood ☽｡⋆ Joost Klein

Summary: after your period cramps get really bad, your boyfriend proposes something to help ease the pain.

Warnings: smut (18+!!), period sex, cramps, blood, unprotected piv, oral (m! receiving), established relationship, Joost loves reader just so much, readers so insecure but he makes it better 🫶🏻, Joost calls reader liefje bc I think that’s just so adorable, afab!reader, no use of Y/N, rpf, NOT PROOFREAD IM LAZY OK 😭

WC: 1.6k

A/N: so hello I’m not dead 🤠 I combined two requests I got in this one. And btw reqs are always open I’m just so slow at writing atm bc work gets the best of me lately 😭

18+/rpf under the cut

You watched the sun slowly settle, drowning the sky into a beautiful orange color. Listening to the birds chirping outside and feeling the last breeze of the warm summer air hitting your exposed arms. It would’ve been a beautiful and relaxing evening with your boyfriend. You both would’ve sit outside on your balcony and watched enjoyed the last rays of the summer sun, talking and smoking and just enjoying yourselves.

But your period had other plans.

So that’s why you were curled up on the couch, a hot water bottle on your stomach, eyes closed and mouth distorted in pain.

Your day had started pretty good. You had breakfast with your boyfriend, got some work done and took a nap. And that was when a sharp pain in your lower abdomen woke you up. A sharp pain shooting through you again as you realized the red spot on the covers and internally groaned. With a sigh you got up to get yourself cleaned up before turning your attention to the covers. Lucky for you, you could get rid of the blood spots completely.

Over the course of the afternoon the pain got worse. You couldn’t even move anymore, you were just laying on the couch with a big night pad on and tried to focus on whatever was playing on the TV.

You must I’ve dozen off because the door closing pulled you out of your slumber. Stretching you slowly sat up and smiled softly as Joost made your way over to you with a bag full of things to help your pains.

“Hey.” He said softly and kissed your forehead. “Feeling any better?” You sighed. “A bit maybe.” Joost handed you the bag with the goodie’s over. He knew exactly what you needed on your period. Chocolate, your favorite drink, more sweets, pain killers and two maxi packs of pads.

“Thank you.” You whispered and felt your eyes watering. Stupid period always made you emotional as fuck. Quickly you tried to dry your eyes but Joost had already noticed them and just sat beside you and pulled you into his side. “You’re welcome.” He whispered and pressed another kiss to your head.

You relaxed into him and soon you both were entangled with each other. You on top of Joost, one leg around his hips and the other between his legs as he held you tightly. That’s what you loved so much about him. He was always there for you, no matter how bad you felt.

Joost knew you hated being on your period. You always told him how disgusted you were with yourself and how much your hormones made you hate yourself that time of the month. But he wasn’t disgusted with you, by the blood, as you always said, he didn’t think you got more unattractive or whatever you told him as well. No. To him you were still so beautiful and gorgeous. Period or not.

“It’s normal.” He had told you when you when you first got together years ago and you had your period. “I don’t mind.”

“Liefje?” Joost whispered and made you look up. “Yeah?” He pressed a kiss to your lips which took you by surprise but made you kiss him back instantly. After a few seconds he pulled away. “I got an idea. Read about it online.”

You raised your brows at his words. “What idea?” You watched as his mouth turned into a sly smile. “Orgasms are supposed to reduce cramps. Thought we could try it?” Joost said and waited for your reaction.

Opening your mouth and closing it again you looked at him as if he just punched you across the face. Wouldn’t that be disgusting? He would definitely be disgusted with you, the devil on your shoulder said. No he loves you, he wants to help you, the angel on your other shoulder chirped in.

Your hard was beating fast and your mouth went dry as you nodded. “Okay.” You whispered. “But how are we gonna do it? I don’t wanna ruin the sheets or anything, and-“ Joost shushed you up with a kiss.

“You go to our bedroom and undress. I’ll be there in a second okay?” He said, brushing hair out of your hot face. So you did as he told you.

Sitting on the edge of your shared bed you looked up as he came in with a lot of old towels you barely used anymore, mostly to clean. Putting the towels on the mattress, Joost quickly spread the out so everything was covered before turning his focus back to you.

Coming to a stand in between your legs you looked up at your boyfriend who was cradling your face in both of his hands, leaning down to pull you into a soft kiss. He then pressed you down onto the bed, hovering over you and taking your clothes off with ease until you were lying under him in only your panties.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Joost whispered against the soft skin of your neck, making goosebumps form all over your body as you let out little breaths of desperation.

His mouth wandered lower to your chest, kissing and nibbling at your pebbled nipples. “Joost- oh fuck!” You moaned as he bit down on it softly, want pooling between your legs. “Feels good baby? Want my cock?” He asked breathily against the skin of your stomach.

You were only able to nod.

Joost got up and made sure your eyes were on him the whole time he undressed and you would be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on. Fuck he was definitely a sight for sore eyes, standing naked in front of you, cock hard, his mushroom shaped tip tip angry red and leaking precum.

Mouth watering you slipped down from the bed on your knees right in front of him, hand wrapping around his thick shaft. “Fuck me.” You whispered more to yourself as your tongue tarted out to collect the salty precum on your tongue and moaning at the taste. Cramps long forgotten by now.

“That’s my good girl, suck it baby, just like that..” He moaned, his hand on the back on your head urging you on to take more of him into your mouth. And you did, head bobbing up and down his length. Your eyes watered some but you didn’t care, you focused on taking as much of him as you could.

Soon you could feel Joost twitch, an indicator that he was close so he pulled you off his cock with a heavy breath. “Lay down. Panties off.”

You did as you were told and slipped out of your underwear, trying to ignore the blood on the pad. You closed your eyes and laid on your back, Joost hovering over you, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. A moan left your lips as you felt him, your arms wrapping around him as you opened your eyes again, looking right into his blue orbs.

“Ready?” You nodded.

Pressing his lips to yours, Joost slowly pushed inside your wet cunt. Letting out little whimpers he soon was all the way inside you. He watched your face move from displeasure to pleasure. “Move.” You whispered and he did just that.

Pulling almost all the way out he then snapped his hips back forward, filling you up again. “Oh my god fuck!” You yelled out in surprise, scratching his back softly. Joost couldn’t help but grin at your direction.

Your mouth was slightly agape letting out little breaths as he kept fucking inside you. “Feeling good liefje? God love the way your pussy grips my cock so tightly.” He groaned. “Open your mouth.” Joost instructed you, and you did.

Feeling his fingers in your mouth you closed your lips around them and sucked, twirling your tongue around the digits. After a while he removed them again and moved them down to your clit, circling them around the bundle of nerves until he had you writhing and begging to cum underneath him.

Joost could barely hold himself back. He was so close, your moans turning him on so much he could explode right in that moment but he wanted to make you feel good first. “Come on baby.” He egged you on. “Cum for me.”

And that was all you needed to hear. His husky voice and the way he hit that one spot inside you just perfectly making you come undone around him, walls spasm around his dick.

Your orgasms triggered his. Snapping his hips forward one last time, his movements stilled and you felt him pump his load into you.

Both of you breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies as he pressed his lips to yours, pulling out.

Whimpering at the loss of contact you pulled away. Joost smiled softly at you as your eyes tarted out to look at the towels beneath you.

It looked like something straight out of a slasher movie. Everything was covered in blood, even parts of Joost. You could feel your cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry.”

Taking your face into his hands, Joost made you look into his eyes. “How about a shower?” Gulping you were just able to move your head yes. “Good. You go get everything ready and I’ll clean up here.”

A small smile played around your lips. “Okay.”

An hour later, Joost had cleaned everything up and joined you in the shower, both of you were curled up on the couch, snacking some stuff he bought earlier and watched your favorite movie.

Your hand was lazily running through Joosts hair. “Still got any pains?” He mumbled, almost asleep. Chuckling you shook your head. “No. Thank you.”

—

A/N: thank you guys for reading <3 I appreciate you all sm *gets emotional a tiny bit*

[harryslittlefreakk]

drunk in love

a late night talking extra 💓

summary: harry invites y/n to a party celebrating his upcoming final LOT show

warnings: very light smut (pretty much just touchy feely, male masturbation), alcohol use

wordcount: 4.1k

a/n: i want this to be me ? if i could have any harry, i want this one 😭 can’t believe it’s nearly a month since i last posted!!! sorry!!

you can find my masterlist here! happy reading 🫶🏼💖

“Harry, seriously!” You were swatting his hands away for what felt like the thousandth time that evening.

“Please. Missed you,” he pouted, opting to wrap his arms around your waist instead.

“I know baby, missed you too. But walking into the party late and together is hardly keeping it on the down low.”

It was Harry’s idea to keep it quiet tonight, for you to be by his side as a friend of Gemma’s and nothing more. His nearest and dearest had flown to Italy to celebrate the end of Love on Tour, and while he knew he could trust the majority of the guests, there were sure to be people who’d sell photos for a quick buck. You were happy to keep your privacy a little longer, but truthfully, you were itching to shout from the rooftops. It had only been a month since you’d met Harry, and you hadn’t even seen him for 3 weeks of that month. But it was the best month of your life.

“Don’t wanna keep it on the down low,” he groaned, throwing his head down into the crook of your neck. “You do, and you’ll thank yourself for it.”

His green eyes were peeking at you through the mirror, hungry and desperate for more of you. If it were any other occasion you’d be straight into bed with him, but you wanted so badly to make a good impression tonight. You were lucky to have Anne and Gemma on your side already, the pair of them taking to you so well that Harry even ended up setting up a group chat for the four of you to keep in touch while he was away. A mother’s judgement was quick and usually correct, and Harry had made it explicitly clear to you that she totally adored you. You were normal, she said. But still, meeting the remainder of Harry’s closest business partners, friends and family was downright terrifying to you.

“Would help with your nerves.”

“Harry, we have to be there in half an hour. You’re not even dressed.”

“Don’t have to get dressed if I’m jus’ going to get undressed.”

“Go next door and get dressed. Or let go of me so I can,” you laughed, turning around to press a kiss to his forehead.

He trailed away silently, feet scuffing on the carpet before he threw himself down on the bed. Always one for the dramatics. “At least let me see what you’re wearing before I go.”

You padded across the hotel room, pulling a metallic gold maxi dress from the wardrobe. You’d worried it would be too much, far too attention grabbing at a party where you wanted to stay out of the spotlight. But Gemma and Joanie had convinced you, and now that you held it up towards the window, you could finally see their vision.

The slowly setting sun was beautiful, gold and pink tones washing across the sky. You’d never been to Italy before, and suddenly it was your favourite place to be. The Mediterranean was good to Harry, the tan he’d picked up since you saw him last now rich and deep. He was glowing so brightly that you swore he could literally illuminate a dark room. Even the tiny beads of sweat on his chest sparkled like diamonds. He was delicious, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him for too long. The way his eyes were fixed on you, likely imagining himself doing filthy things to you in that dress, made you weak at the knees. You had, what, 5 or so minutes until Gemma came to collect you? Plenty could be done in that time. But as soon as the idea popped into your head, Gemma’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Get out Harry,” she called. He groaned as he heard her, running a frustrated hand through his messy curls. “You’ll look beautiful, always do,” Harry told you, pressing a kiss on your lips as he moped over to the door. He said a quick hello to Gemma before leaving, knowing that if he lingered around you for any longer, he’d never make it to his own celebration.

“What’s up with him?” Gemma laughed, pointing behind her as the heavy door swung shut. “Needy,” you told her, amusement tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I told you he still throws a tantrum! You think he’s all grown up on the surface, but there’s a stroppy little boy in there still.”

You pulled her in for a hug, grateful to have her by your side. “I’m really nervous,” you confessed, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. “I don’t know who Harry’s told what to, don’t want to slip up and ruin it for either of us.” You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, the weight of your nerves finally crashing down on you. You hadn’t wanted to show Harry how anxious you were, knowing that he’d never leave your side if he knew.

“You poor thing,” Gemma smiled, placing a protective hand on your arm as she joined you on the soft bed. “I’ll be by your side as long as you want me to be. Some of Mum’s friends are coming too, so if you need a break from the crazy, they’ll be happy to look after you. Proper British mums.”

—

The venue was potentially one of the most beautiful places you’d ever seen. A rooftop bar with floor to ceiling windows leading out onto a patio, the evening sun casting a warm orange glow over every inch of the crowded room. You didn’t think you could ever get over the views from this high up, even stores and corner shops looked beautiful. In the few hours since you’d arrived in Italy, it had totally captured your heart. You could see why Harry chose here for his final show.

“Ready?” Gemma asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Ready,” you smiled, taking a deep breath as you followed her through the double doors.

There were so many people you recognised, some people you didn’t, and it was genuinely like walking into a weird fantasy. A month ago you were getting ready to see your favourite artist perform, now you were walking into a room of celebrities with his sister by your side. It didn’t matter how many times you went through it in your head, how many times you looked through your pictures with Harry, it never felt real.

Gemma took you to meet some of the band first, Sarah, Mitch and Pauli all huddled around a high table. They greeted Gemma warmly, but when Sarah’s eyes landed on you, she threw her arms around you with almost enough enthusiasm to knock you off your feet. “Y/n! You look incredible,” she grinned, squeezing you tightly. “She’s had one too many already,” Mitch muttered, nodding a gentle hello.

You stayed with them as Gemma went to get you both a drink, listening to their stories of touring and performing in different cities around the world, each tale filled with laughter and joy. Speaking to people who had known Harry on a deeper level for so many years made your heart soar, the same tenderness and care he showed you evident in the way his band mates spoke of him. Just as your eyes began to wander across the room to find him, Gemma returned with two glasses of Prosecco, handing one to you with a warm smile. “Got to keep moving, but we’ll be back,” she told the group, guiding you to some more of Harry’s friends.

—

From the other end of the bar, Harry’s eyes were fixed on you. He took a sip of his drink, his gaze never wavering as he watched you laugh with Sarah and Glenne. The way your eyes sparkled as you giggled, the tiny snorts that slipped out when something was truly funny. He was totally captivated by you. Harry couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming protectiveness, so desperately wishing he could’ve been the one to introduce you to his loved ones. He’d watched as you and Gemma made the rounds, shaking hands and exchanging hugs with his friends and colleagues. You’d mesmerised every single one of them, effortlessly commanding attention as if tonight was for you. He’d had no doubts about them liking you, seeing in you what he did, but there was still a little bit of pride bubbling away inside of him. You were his girl, and you were fitting into his life so perfectly. He may have been a little tipsy, his emotions a little heightened, but right there he realised he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

He started to make his way towards you, silently joining your group with a dorky grin plastered on his face. Your brows furrowed as you looked over at him, rocking on his heels slowly as he stared between the three of you. Sarah and Glenne could only laugh, taking his appearance as their cue to leave.

“Do I have something on my face?” you smirked once you were alone with Harry.

“Little bit of sexy right.. there,” he grinned, reaching out slowly to poke at your cheek. His playful grin widened as he leaned in closer, a tiny chuckle slipping past his lips. "Gonna need to wipe that off," Harry teased, his warm breath brushing over your skin.

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely. Can’t risk anyone else seeing that.” His finger lingered on your skin for a moment, tracing light patterns before he pulled away, replacing his gentle touch with soft kisses.

“Harry!” you scolded, trying to pull away from him before anyone noticed.

“No one’s looking,” he murmured against your skin, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you closer. His lips wrapped around your earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin as he sucked tenderly.

“Let’s leave, come home with me,” Harry groaned, his voice husky. His hand was splayed against the curve of your ass, his bulge starting to stiffen against your core. Being so close to him for the first time that evening felt like heaven, but you were far too conscious of the amount of people around you. Still, you instinctively turned your head, giving him access to kiss along your neck.

“This is your party, H,” you reminded him, familiar butterflies taking flight within your core as his tongue flicked against your skin. As much as you wanted to give in to Harry, you couldn’t be responsible for taking him away from his own celebration, so many people here for him.

But each movement of his tongue tightened the knot in your core, your walls aching for his touch. His voice, muffled against your skin, whispered, “I know, love. But y’look so fuckin’ good.“

You let out a soft moan as his lips trailed higher, his teeth grazing lightly along your jawline. The pleasure was almost agonising, you couldn’t help arching your back, craving more of his touch. The warmth of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, the strong scent of spirits mixed with his aftershave, almost enough to put you in a trance.

Harry’s voice was filled with desire, continuing to coax you into surrendering to him. “Can’t help myself, princess. Not when y’look like that,” he murmured, your breath hitching as his lips finally found your mouth, his movements soft yet desperate. His tongue danced around yours, exploring every corner of your mouth as though trying to memorise each taste and sensation.

You gripped onto his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, desperately trying to ground yourself. “I want you,” Harry panted as he pulled away, his lips swollen and breath ragged.

You were totally lost in him, your chest heaving as Harry stared deep into your eyes, searching for any sign that he’d convinced you enough.

“That is quite enough of that.” A voice came from behind you, startling you both out of your moment of serenity. You jumped away from Harry to see Anne giving you both the once-over, a hint of amusement dancing across her face. “You,” she pointed at Harry, “keep your tongue where it belongs. You,” she was grabbing a hold of your forearm, “with me.”

You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as Anne whisked you away, consumed by the long forgotten teenage embarrassment of being caught kissing by a parent. “Sorry,” you cringed, unable to meet her eyes. “It’s only a little kiss, love. I just wanted to help you escape him before anyone else saw,” Anne smiled.

“Oh,” you giggled, relief washing over you. With all the sneaking around, you sometimes had to remind yourself that you weren’t actually a disobedient teenager, waiting to be caught after sneaking a boy into your room.

Anne took you to meet her friends properly, the women she referred to as Harry’s other mums. They were exactly as Gemma had described, the exact same personality that your mum had, the stereotypical welcoming British mum. They told you countless stories of a younger Harry - the cheeky little boy who was always trying to make everyone laugh, to the teenager who took every opportunity to sing in his bedroom. It was always weird to you, knowing so much already about someone who was still new to you. Thankfully, everyone in Harry’s life seemed to accept that you’d been a (deranged) fan of his before you started dating. As he’d told you many times, it would be borderline impossible to date someone who had no idea who he was. Unless he dated babies or old ladies, and he’d been very clear that he didn’t fancy dating either of them.

“How did you two meet?” one of Anne’s friends had asked. It may have only been a month ago, but this was already your favourite story to tell. “In a Starbucks,” you confessed, cheeks tinged pink at the memory. “I was actually seeing him at Wembley, and we just happened to be in Starbucks at the same time. He asked me for a napkin and,” you shrugged, “we just hit it off from there.” Even the world’s strongest man couldn’t wipe the grin off your face at that moment. You loved to talk about your meet-cute, the way your heart caught in your throat at the sight of Harry’s rings, the way you ended up basically living with him for a week from that moment onwards. And yet, you couldn’t focus fully, still heated from your moment with Harry earlier.

His touch still lingered on your skin, warm tingles spreading across your waist where he’d pulled you into him. Anne’s friend grinned back at you, your feelings for Harry evident in the way you spoke about him. “Sounds like fate,” she told you, rubbing a hand on Anne’s thigh. “Your little boy all grown up and in love,” she laughed.

You nodded, unable to hide the sparkle in your eyes as you thought about Harry. It really did feel like fate had bought you here, a higher power intervening to lead you to him. As the conversation continued, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Harry across the room. He was dancing with Jeff, and an unexpected guest - at least for you - James Corden. You knew they were friends, you’d watched Harry’s carpool karaoke and every other late late show segment an embarrassing number of times. But to see him here, genuinely friends with Harry was so bizarre to you. You’d never seen him drunk before, and it wasn’t too different from a puppy with the zoomies. His feet moving too fast for his body, his drink sloshing around the glass as he threw his arms around anyone who caught his eye. He just radiated pure happiness, the very definition of a golden retriever boyfriend.

Harry’s eyes met yours as you watched him, the green of his irises darkening the longer his gaze rested on you. You blew him a kiss, laughing as he mimed catching it and pressing it to his lips. It was insane how someone so sexually driven could be so fucking cute. If you met him for the very first time while he was being sweet, you’d never expect what he could do to you in bed. And if you met him for the very first time in bed, you’d never expect how loving he could be. And now you were thinking of him in bed and getting yourself all worked up again.

“I’m just going to nip to the toilet,” you told Anne, signalling your head towards the corner of the room. You purposely walked behind Harry, trailing a light hand across his lower back to grab his attention, sauntering away without a glance back. You didn’t have to look to know he’d be following you. He caught up to you as you reached the entrance of the toilets, grabbing a hold of your hips with his bulge pressed firmly against your lower back.

“Didn’t think you could get away without me, did you?” he slurred against your ear, guiding you towards the cubicle at the end of the corridor. “Harry, babe, I got your attention so that you’d follow me.”

He laughed, locking the door behind him as one hand trailed up your torso. “Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he smirked, eyes landing on your tits as you turned to face him.

“Was doing fine until you played dirty,” you told him, tangling a hand in the curls at the nape of his neck. He pulled you close to him, his mouth lingering dangerously close to yours. All he could think about was ruining you, having you begging for mercy as he shot streams of his hot cum into you, finally fucking something other than his fist. But he couldn’t do any of that here, couldn’t fuck you the way he needed to in a bathroom stall. “I like playing dirty,” he whispered, crashing his lips against yours. He walked you backwards, hands moving to unzip your dress as his tongue danced around your mouth.

He pulled away to help you out of your dress, his cock twitching as you stepped out of it, left in only your tiny thong and heels. “Fucking hell,” Harry groaned, one hand tracing the curve of your waist as he looked you up and down. Your lips were swollen from his kiss, eyes hazy as you watched him undo his trousers. The second his cock sprung out of his pants you reached for it, desperate to feel it again after so long. Harry grabbed your hand, tangling his fingers in yours, denying you a touch. “Can’t fuck you the way I want to here,” he whispered. “Just need you to stand there and look pretty f’me.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly as he began to stroke his cock. You needed to come, but you didn’t want to spoil your appetite for him. So if Harry needed you to stand and watch him, a starter before your well-earned main course, you were more than happy to. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned, gripping onto your hip with his free hand. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, he never did with you involved, each stroke only making his core tighten more.

He looked fucking hot. His hair messy, sweat glistening on his neck as he stroked the sweet cock that you’d missed so dearly. Precum was gathering on his tip, his rings clashing together as he grunted and groaned, blown-out pupils fixed on your body. You couldn’t hold in the pants and moans that were forming in your throat, your core on fire as you watched Harry bring himself closer to his climax.

“Turn around,” he drawled, pushing your back down as his tip bumped against your ass, your eyes glued to him in the mirror. He pulled your thong to the side, pushing his fingers inside of your entrance. “Gonna- fuck-” he panted, no time to get you stretched out for his cock before his orgasm started to creep up on him. You shuffled your feet outwards, resting your elbows down on the countertop so he could enter you. He pushed into you quickly, the burn pulling a deep cry from inside of you. “Come, baby,” you pleaded, mouth locked open as your walls closed around him. Harry shot his cum into you, sighs of relief tumbling out of both of your mouths to finally feel your cores connected again, finally have his thick cum deep inside of you.

He stilled, rubbing his hands across your asscheeks, dizzy from the sensation of being deep in you.

The moment was quickly broken by someone banging on the door, and Harry jumped back, the sudden absence of his cock making you a little sad. “Occupied,” he called out, buttoning up his trousers before picking up your dress. “Bastards,” he smirked, bending down behind you to help you back into your clothes. He pressed a kiss to the bottom of your asscheek, moving your panties back over to cover your mound.

“Can’t leave together,” Harry said as his shaky hands did up your zip, still dazed from his orgasm.

“Go,” you told him, pressing a final kiss to his lips. “Need to touch up my makeup anyway.”

—

You could hear Harry’s voice booming over the music as you left the toilets, the rest of the party fallen silent. “Here she is!” he slurred as you came around the corner. Harry was standing on a table, a microphone in his hand as he addressed the crowd gathered in front of him. He reached out a beckoning finger to you, motioning for you to come over. You could hardly reject him in front of all of these eyes, let alone with that cheesy grin calling out to you. “This is Y/N, and f’anybody who doesn’t know, she’s my future wife,” he beamed as you got closer.

He giggled into the microphone, jumping down off of the table on unsteady legs. Harry’s audience clapped at his words, a few drunken cheers erupting. “Louder!” he demanded, “everyone cheer for Y/N!”

He had far too much power with a microphone in his hands, you thought to yourself as he wrapped an arm tight around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. You knew you were blushing wildly, not at all used to being in the spotlight. You rested your head on his shoulder, hoping it would somehow obscure you from view. “Seriously,” Harry continued, his goofy grin not budging as he glanced down at you, “this woman is the joy of my life. And you’re all close seconds. Thank you f’coming out to celebrate me, the band and everyone who’s worked on this tour. Roll on Saturday!”

He dropped the microphone onto the table behind him, moving his hand to cup your cheek before pressing his lips to yours, harder this time. The rest of the party had started to disperse around the room again, but now it didn’t matter if anyone saw. You were kissing Harry, properly kissing him, in public, and there was very little that could bring you down from that high. As he pulled away, Harry sat back on the table, pulling you to stand between his legs. “M’ so proud of you,” you whispered, brushing your fingertips across his cheek. He was looking deep in your eyes, his stare laced with something deeper than the affection he’d shown you before. “I love y-”, he started, his words cut off when you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Nuh uh, not letting you say it when you’re drunk,” you laughed, snarling at him as he tried to pull your hand away. When he finally managed, he pinned your hands to your sides, turning you around in his arms until your back was flush with his chest.

“A drunken mind speaks sober thoughts,” he chuckled, peppering soft kisses down your shoulder. You could have exploded, physically exploded in that moment. “Harry,” you warned, unable to wipe the smile from your face. He pressed his lips close to your ear, his warm breath washing over the side of your face. “I love you,” he whispered, grinning at you as you craned your neck to face him. “I love you,” you replied, heart hammering against your ribcage as the words finally came out. “Can I take you home now?” Harry smirked, his fingers dancing across your waist. “Please,” you whispered, taking his hand in yours.

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🔞White Mustang | WillNE

Summary: In which WillNE moves to Cusco, Peru in search of business as a mechanic, but finds his attention reverted to the woman across the street, who seems to blush at anything he has to say | Shy Peruvian!reader x Mechanic!WillNE Notes: 13.7k (LONG) fic, contains sexual themes, swearing and drinking. Inspo: this edit, the read-along playlist (best played in order), WillNE's Peru vid

song: perfect pair, Beabadoobe

There was something about that new guy that'd moved in opposite you. Tall with dark hair, messily slicked back to expose the milky pale skin and husky stubble, forearms and biceps showing definition with every movement as he pulled the bonnet of his car down, wiping his hands over a rag and raking his fingers back through the black locks with his eyes closed - head leaned back and adams apple bobbing, illuminated within the golden Peruvian sunglow which seemed to wash his skin with a rich tint.

You couldn't tell what it was about him, as you peeked through the creamy blinds which covered your window - paper shutters slicing back into the pads of your fingers as if telling you to stop being so nosy - the humidity making a sweat prickle over your bare shoulders as you found yourself staring at his own body, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he'd worked on the bumper all day, wearing simply a wife beater and black, worker trousers.

He turned over his right shoulder, shocking you and causing you to stumble back from the blinds - knees bending as your calves hit a stool, toppling your body backwards with a bang as you messily attempted to escape being caught watching your hot new neighbour.

Hot? You repeated incredulously at yourself. Get a grip, one new face and you're already developing a crush... He hasn't even been here a WEEK and you're already getting heated up about him, get a hobby or something, woman...

The dinging of your oven was what eventually broke your mental berating, reminding you of the brownies you had decided to make as a little welcome gift for the neighbour two hours ago, when you hadn't quite seen him properly.

Now, the idea of walking up to the unreadable neighbour with a tray of baked goods felt a little bit silly.

Regardless, you picked yourself up and off of the space you'd collapsed onto, pulling the metal tray out and accidentally giving yourself a minor burn on the arm you'd fallen onto - leaving a bright red mark from the hot oven's side.

The air was heavy, sky painted a pomegranate pink with the purple twilight inching over the horizon and foreboding the night, hurrying your actions as you sliced the brownie into bite-sized squares - plating them up on a nice little dish that you'd hoped your mysterious neighbour would have the courtesy to return to you. 

Hurrying out of the door, you noticed that he had gone inside since you had last seen him from the window. Which made the process of giving him a little gift feel a lot more daunting, knowing that now you had to actually knock on his door and try to get his attention.

Your hand met the mahogany front door thrice, knocking at the wood before stepping back and waiting - looking down and only just noticing you hadn't exactly come in your best clothes: simply wearing a thin, white maxi skirt with an old Primark crop one of your friends had given - v-neck and thin straps perfect for dealing with the heat of the day, yet not so much the ideal outfit to greet someone with.

"One second, one secon'!" You were mildly surprised to hear a thick accent from behind the door, English and definitely Northern of some sort. 

And after a second or so, the door did swing open - yourself emitting a little gasp as you saw the man behind wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, hair dampened and a white towel slung around his neck. Yet for some reason, between the two of you, you were the one that flushed at the cheeks and broke eye contact abruptly, whilst he leaned against the doorframe with an unbothered grin, eyeing you up and down and smirking at your demurity. 

"Can I help you?" He brought your eye contact back as he asked the question, teasing lilt in his voice going straight over your head due to your flustered nature, only entertaining the brunet further. 

"U-uhm, sorry, yeah," You brushed your hair over your shoulder and took a breath to steady yourself, embarrassment already building within your throat from how much of as mess you felt you were. "You're new here? I baked some brownies sorta as a - uhm - welcome gift as your opposite neighbour..."

Holding up the plate of brownies, you watched as his expression fought mild surprise, looking up with a flattered grin.

"For me?" He repeated, steadying the plate which you handed to him. 

"Yeah, thought it'd be a nice little gift... Although I wouldn't be too flattered until you've tried them - I might've left them in for a bit long..."

He picked a brownie from the bunch, biting into one end and chewing with his eyebrows pinched together as if concentrating on assessing the taste, though his brows raised back up with a few head nods.

"You said you made these? They're fuckin' lovely - here -" His appreciation was cut short as he thrust the bitten brownie to your own face, holding it at perfect eye-level for you to take a bite... right from the piece he'd just eaten from. 

You weren't offput or disgusted by his action, but you were undeniably blushing from something more... guilty about the way you slightly liked his unfiltered confidence, uncaring of how you would respond to the almost intimate action - slotting the sweetness between your lips and biting down to take a chunk, your lips brushing over his fingers as you took your bite before pulling away, chewing down and barely even noticing the rich, chocolate taste under the intense eye contact which you held with him. 

"I think you've got something jus'-" He reached out, fingers finding the underside of your face, delicately leaning your chin just ever-so-slightly upwards so that his thumb brushed over the corner of your mouth, pulling away with a chocolate smudge over his finger before bringing it up to his lips, licking it away with a near pop sound with such unwavering eye contact you felt obliged to be the one to break it as heat spread across your entire face. "Didn't catch your name, sweetheart, I'm Will, just moved from London - can probably tell I'm from Newcastle by the accent, though."

"Right, yeah," You nodded, despite your heartrate erratically beating as though it was trying to rip through your ribcage. "New 'round here... How come you decided to move?"

"Business." He grinned, arms crossing over one another, having placed the tray on a nearby coffee table, you watched as his forearms redefined from the butter gold streetlamp's dim shine, the soft contour of the sculpted muscles making another round of sweat prickle over your back as a gentle gust of wind moved his hair a bit. "I'm a mechanic - down in the town - my old business partners moved here a few years ago 'n' I thought I'd join, given everything..."

"Mechanic, huh..." You pondered, now understanding why you'd seen him at the beautiful White Mustang all day. 

"Yeah, your car or any vehicle ever need any sort of fixing then I'm your man," He spoke with a wink, enabling you to laugh with him to cover up any signs of being flustered, this time. 

You observed the muscles on his arms a little more, the subtle definition and even the outline of the veins that laced around them, like lightning bolts wrapping around the dense forearms that lead up to bulging triceps and built delts which gave the illusion of a strong, broad chest and shoulders-

And you hadn't even realised that the two of you had stopped laughing, and your checking out had become not-so-subtle, as you made even contact with neighbour Will, who had a brow raised - half of his lip curled in all-knowing amusement. 

Embarrassing. 

"I-I think I'll head home now... You know, considering it's getting a bit dark n all-"

You attempted to slip away, scurry back into your house and away from being any further ridiculed for stupidity, though as you turned over your shoulder, you felt a hand on your arm prevent you from leaving.

Whipping back over your shoulder to see what held you back, Will's hand encompassed your wrist - firmly to hold you there - yet not forcefully to scare you. No, his eyes simply fixed on your skin, particularly two marks that had bloomed across the otherwise clearness.

"Oh, I just fell over and bruised myself today - they're nothing really," You rushed out as you yourself noticed the red burn alongside the darkened purple bruise. "Just some stupid accidents, y'know?"

His hand fell from your wrist, head shaking slightly before looking up with a small smile. "Right, my bad," he picked himself up from the doorframe, static electricity still playing over where his skin had touched your own. "You have a good night, I'll see you 'round."

"Yeah... you too."

As you wandered back to your house opposite the neighbour, all too aware of his eyes still on your back as you crossed the road and stepped through to your house, you couldn't say that your short discussion with neighbour-Will had you any less discombobulated.

song: My Love Mine All Mine, Mitski

Will played on your mind for the next few days. As you went between work commutes, late-nights on your laptop and occasional walks to the nearby market. 

Mainly, the fact that since that encounter, you hadn't seen him since. When you woke up to drive to work, his car was already gone. Return from work? He hadn't. Only sometimes during the early hours of the morning, you'd hear what sounded like his thick accented voice, alongside another Brit with a more typical posh accent. 

Only when the week groggily rolled around, from Sunday all the way through the undulatingly boring weekdays, back around to Friday - did you walk out to see Will stood at his car, tucking a spanner into the glovebox - the mere presence of the attractive neighbour that you hadn't seen in a while making your heart jump into your throat, skip excitedly manifest into your step as he looked up and saw you - smile spreading across his face.

"Look who it is," He greeted, holding an arm out at his side to introduce a side hug which you gladly agreed to, feeling his skin (warmed from the sun) blanket around your shoulder. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"No, been a whole week." You agreed, looking up to catch a glimpse of that face once more, having been mentally scolding yourself for the entirety of the past week for not looking at Will's face hard enough to clearly remember what it looked like. Dark brows, grey irises and a light stubble over his strong jawline; he was undeniably good-looking.

"You got any plans for tonight?" Will questioned, his middle finger tapping against the red body of the car in such a way you questioned whether he was a smoker. And whilst you personally weren't one to smoke, something about the thought of him leaning his head back with his adams apple bobbing as he exhaled a cloud, long fingers clutching the cigarette and stubbing it out - you felt yourself clenching your thighs together subconsciously, having to shake your head to remove the thoughts and answer Will's answer instead.

"Not really, I've got quite a boring night planned, just staying home, I think..." You spoke, almost shrivelling into yourself as you realised how boring you must come across to him. He seemed interesting - or at least like he did more interesting stuff than you. 

"So you're free?" He looked up, lips curving into a smirk that made you feel heat rising to your neck.

"Depends what for..."

"Well, there's a bar I found down in the town aaand I was hoping I could check it out with someone who might be more... local." He smiled at you, taking his tongue between his teeth afterwards and looking at you with prospecting eyes. "You wanna come down, tonight?"

"Tonight as in... Like, eight?" You were stunned to hear him asking you out. "Like, us, together, going out tonight...?"

"Us, together, tonight, eight o'clock." Will doubled down with a grin on his face at the shock you couldn't hide.

"U-uhm, shit, yeah let's do it, just... knock on my door and we can... go then." 

"It's a date, then." Will winked, pushing himself off from his car and surprising you with his height, gently pushing a strand of hair over your shoulder before saying "See you then," queueing you to cross back to your house with an overwhelming blush all over your face - shutting the door behind you before sliding to the floor with your back still against the door - placing your head in your hands in inexplicable feeling.

What. The. Fuck.

You weren't used to being asked out. Especially not that confidently - in person - by someone you'd known for barely a week... And now that you think of it, was he really asking you out in a romantic way? Everyone who lived nearby was either old or a family with children; was he just looking for a friend somewhat his age? 

And that stupid smile came back into your head, then, the crease of his eyes, the curve of his lips, the way he took his lower lip between his teeth whenever he was thinking...

You smacked the palm of your hand into your forehead to wake yourself up. Pull yourself together. 

Go get yourself a drink, your internal monologue spoke to you. Go and get yourself something to drink and ease yourself so you're not a stammering, awkward mess around him - and then go get yourself in something nice - even if he just wants to be friends, that doesn't mean you need to dress down or act any differently. Just get out there and enjoy. And right now, just get ready to enjoy. 

Song: Glue Song, Beabadoobee

"And don't you jus' look bloody gorgeous?" The tall Geordie commented as soon as you opened the door, leaning back against his car with his arms crossed and a smirk plastered across those lips as he looked you up and down, taking in the short skirt and top combination, your hair thrown over your shoulders and looking silky smooth as you closed the door, swishing as you turned over your right shoulder with dark liner and pinked lips that gave you an almost ethereal beauty despite the typical club sort-of clothes you wore.

You on the other hand, couldn't help but admire Will - wearing a white button up with blue paisley details that matched the navy bottoms he wore - (slutty) pearl necklace peeking out from beneath his collar, and his hair messily slicked back just like how you'd first seen it styled. He looked damn good. 

"What can I say, we both clean up nice," You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, stepping down the porch and allowing Will to open the passenger door to let you in (the chivalry of course warming your heart; something you'd thought a romance myth proved viable in reality) before getting into the driver's seat himself, resting one hand against the wheel and propping the other up on the windowsill - legs lazily manspread within the footwell - looking so effortless whilst he smoothly manoeuvred the car into the main road, you felt your core heating from your own seat.

The car you'd seen time and time again from your window was a beautiful ride. The convertible roof pulled back, exposing you to the warm night's breeze - and the speed Will drove at was just fast enough - sending you through the town at good pace, whilst the gentle winds lapped at your hair, making the strands lick at the sides of your face, the liberating feeling of the breeze against your tan skin allowing you to relax - melting into the creamy leather seats which were still warmed, from having soaked in the Sun's infrared rays during the day.

You could've fallen asleep in his car, you felt, as you watched Will's fingers meet the centre console, long digits messing with the volume dial until you heard a familiar oldie begin playing in the background - Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers sang their mellow tune through the speakers, Will's fingers tapping against the wheel and almost lulling you to sleep, despite the fact the night had even started... Yet as you neared the town, the familiar buzz of conversation and frenzied local nightlife met your ears, awakening you with the spill of music from nightclubs with open doors, and even street performers trying to earn some money, gathering little crowds who clapped or danced, whooping with enjoyment in their little masses.

The Mustang slowed down, pulling onto a spot on the side of the road before the engine rumbled to a stop, indicating the real start of the night as Will accompanied you out of the car - walking along the sidewalk alongside each other... When you realised:

"Will, where are we actually going?"

"New bar, like I said - it's called Cuzco Cantina, jus' a road down from here - I think one of my mates might even be playing tonight," He furrowed his brows in thought of the prospect. His hand wrapped around your far shoulder, pulling you closer into his body as a group of kiddos ran past the two of you, giggling with little fried picarones and surprising you momentarily, causing your hand to stabilise yourself against Will's chest - the movement enabling you to feel the firmness of his body beneath, clearly well sculpted and defined beneath the shirt - making a blush rise up to your face at the intimate contact before your hand dropped back down to your side. But you were no stranger to the fact that Will's arm remained comfortably around your shoulders even once the kids had passed.

You crossed through the street, admiring the corner shop which now donned flashing LEDs to to create a hazy green glow, illuminating the path ahead - something you had forgotten about since you'd not left the house at night in so long. It almost felt funny that Will was the one to ask you whether you could 'show him around the town', considering you'd not seen your town at night in too long - and the fact you could hear Will's voice in the 3ams of the night from your bedroom window only further told you that he might have a greater understanding of the town's nightlife than you did. 

The pink LEDs from a loud bar captured your interest as you read the sign above - Cuzco Cantina - Will's hand detaching from your shoulders to pull the door open and allow you in first, exposing you to a seemingly club-bar hybrid, with a serving space on one side, seating on another, and staged platform further down. The room jostled with activity and buzzed with life, the ambience of gentle clinks and thuds of the glass mugs against the wooden tables and pleasant hum of conversation lingering within the cooled air - still slightly heavy from the outside's rising humidity, yet countered by a few fans and cooling panels on the ceiling. 

"What d'you drink?" Will questioned as he pullet his wallet out, leading the conversation to a pair of barstools. 

"Oh, uhm, I'm not a very heavy drinker... I'll take any beer - Cusqueña Premium if they have one," You dug in your purse for the spare change you could find in the wallet which seemed to be stuck under all your other junk.

"Don't even try pay  - two Cusqueña Premiums, please, Sir -  " Will stopped you, interrupting himself to address the bartender.

"Well I can't just have you pay for my drink-"

"Yes you can." Will intervened, pushing his money over the counter in exchange for two ice cold and deliciously fresh seeming dark brown bottles, icy droplets still dripping down the side as though they were fresh out of an advert. "If I don' pay for you all the other men in here will try be trying to buy drinks for you."

You blushed at the compliment he gave, pulling the beer to your lips and taking a sip - looking off to the side to try and avoid him seeing the blush over your cheeks - though as you turned, you realised Will wasn't just flattering you... Some men had turned their heads and were definitely checking the pretty girl at the bar out.

Conversation bloomed between yourself and Will however, as he picked up a few questions about your job, your interests, your life... 

He made a nice change to your evening. Whilst most days you'd be in bed on your laptop by nine, it felt nice being outside, sat opposite someone for a change. And Will was such wonderful company. Date or not. He was so selfless - throwing question after question at you - and not shy to back down or back out of anything, his humour so flattering and simultaneously crude that you felt yourself get stitches from laughter multiple times.

"What's happening over there?" You squinted, watching a couple men scurry on and off stage, setting up a drum kit and a couple of microphones.

"Live music Fridays," Will tapped against the blackboard reading exactly those words behind him, nailed up against one of the wooden beams connected to the ceiling, creating a rustic warmth 'round the building. "This guy's James, one of my mates - comes round every so often."

You tuned in, hearing James' voice as he helped the drummer adjust his drum pedal.

"That the one who comes by your house at like, 3am every night?" You questioned, only realising the stupidity of the question after it'd left your mouth. Maybe that sounded just a little bit too specific and gave a stalker-y impression. Though you had to admit, that RP diction that fell from James' lips was undeniably similar to the voice you'd heard just yesterday (and the days before that) from the house opposite yours. 

"That's the guy," Will brushed over your stalker-ish tendencies (much to your relief), instead lifting his beer by the neck of the bottle and taking a swig before getting up and out of his seat - standing up with an outstretched hand and a devious grin as he put his beer down. "We gonna go or what?"

"Pardon?" You raised your brows and asked.

"Come up, before everyone hogs the floor and we're out back besides the bar." Will restated like it was obvious. You turned to look at the stage, seeing as a few people had already gotten up and out of their seats to stand below live-music-man, who had began his little pre-concert chat with the audience. 

"I don't really dance." You stated, shaking your leg slightly. You did dance. In fact, you'd been part of the underground freestyle scene for many years as a teen. You just didn't know whether it'd be awkward or not, and did you really want to take that risk with Will.

"Like fuck you don't dance, I know a dancer body when I see one -" His words made you choke on your drink, redness rising to your cheeks at the compliment laced within his words. "C'mon sweetheart, we don't even have to dance - we can sit right back down as soon as you aren't enjoying yourself - yeah?"

Will noticed your expression. Considering, but not sold.

You sighed and caved. "Fine-" Will cheered at your agreement.-, "-BUT as soon as it's too much I'm sitting RIGHT BACK HERE-!" Will had grabbed onto your hand and was too busy pulling you into the thickening company to even let you think about returning to the bar.

song: Duvet, Boa

You did end up returning to the bar. 

Not because you didn't like the atmosphere and being back to back with people, looking up into Will's eyes and bopping your head to the pop-rock guitar and drums that played from the stage - rather because you were getting so into the songs that you needed to rehydrate yourself with a few more drinks (which Will insisted on paying).

But as a cause of not drinking water a single time you went to the bar, you could feel yourself getting bit by bit more tipsy as the night continued, not realising just how drunk you were however, until you went from holding Will's hand and doing your little side-to-side dance, to bent over in front of him, still with your hand attached to his above your head, hips flush against his and dancing leaving no room for self respect. 

And the two of you were loving it.

"Thank you for coming tonight, that's me done, I hope you all enjoyed!" 

You joined in with the crowd that'd grown as time progressed, cheering as James Marriott took a bow alongside the band, the crowd dissipating and leaving with jovial chatter, electricity of the loud guitar and shouted songs still buzzing within the room.

"Bet you're happy you got up now, 'ey?" Will's arm found it's arm around your shoulders, his accent thicker with a few drinks in his body - the alcohol within your system boosting your mood and confidence as well, as your hand reached up to the one that lingered on your shoulder, interlacing your fingers with his whilst you giggled a reply.

"Over the moon, glad you invited me out," You spoke with honesty, giving a little shiver as you stepped outside with Will, the humid warmth having left the atmosphere within the early hours of the morning, leaving your arms to prickly with goosebumps at the uncomfortable coolness of the night.

Will detached his arm from yours, leaving you to turn to him with a betrayed expression at the cold that rushed your side from his lack of contact, feeling berefted until you realised he'd taken off his jacket, and was holding it up by the shoulders, opened up so that you could slip into it.

"C'mon, can't have you catching a cold the first time you agree to come out with me," Will shook the jacket with a bit of added persistence. 

"You sure you won't get cold, though?" You asked, Will just shaking his head. Too weighed down  by the dopiness of drinking, you just nodded with agreement and slipped into the oversized leather, feeling the inner lining warm your body, having retained the heat from Will's body. 

As Will opened the car door, you collapsed into the passenger seat, turning around and stretching as well, allowing yourself to comfortably sprawl over the centre console and Will's side also - lying across his lap without a care in the world.

"Y'alright, pet?" He asked almost cautiously, slightly worried upon seeing you sprawled out across his lap, clearly the alcohol taking it's effects more and more as time went on.

"Mhmof course," You responded, your hand placing high on his thigh as you lifted yourself up and off of his lap, instead plopping your head against his shoulder. "We should go out more often, I had like, so much fun, you couldn't even imagine."

"Oh I can imagine," Will's smirk was ubiquitous in his voice, his fingers dancing over your face to push strands of hair behind your ear whilst you felt his other hand inching over your thigh, palm sitting graciously over the soft skin whilst his thumb rubbed over your inner thigh with a teasing tempo, almost making you want to move his hand up higher.

Though you refrained from your impulsive urges and instead pulled yourself up and off of Will's shoulder, wanting to see his face again. 

He stared back at you whilst your eyes zipped across his face, taking in every ruggedly handsome feature of his face, all the way from the purple sweeping lines like paintbrush strokes beneath his eyes, to the little galaxies of freckles across his nose, each one a little pinprick star across his milky pale skin - eyes two glowing orbs of nameless colours - a symphony of greys and greens and ambers.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"I don't wanna take a picture, I wanna admire you whilst you're here in front of me." You mumbled your response. "Beautiful eyes."

Will was stunned by your confidence - his laid-back and cool demeanour only slightly thrown off by your forwardness, drastically juxtaposing the shy and flustered personality he'd found himself falling for over the past few days. 

It was untellable whether it was the weight of your body that drew you closer to him, alcohol fastening gravity's control over your body and letting you shorted that gap between him - or genuine acting upon inhibitions that made you lean closer into the man opposite you, eyes dilating and focussing on the almost delicious pink of his lips that seemed to be edging ever so closer to yours also...

You could feel his breathing fanning across your own lips, cool stream of air making the lipgloss across your lips feel colder and almost icy, almost begging for his lips to crash on top of yours and warm them up with his own -

"WILL, D'YOU WAIT FOR ME?" 

You jumped apart at the loud shout from further down the street, separating you from Will as the noiseless hum of the night was broken by a shout from just besides the lit cornershop - burly man with dark hair and a guitar fastened 'round his back ambling closer to the car.

"Yep, sure I did you great big donut," Will responded, agitation underlying within his tone as he withdrew his hand from your thigh, whilst the smiley James Marriott spotted you within the front seat.

"No way, absolutely loved your stuff up there, you're completely... Rockstar material." You splurged your praises, watching as James' face lit up with every little word.

"You really think?!" James almost exclaimed, opening the back door and putting his guitar safely in before clambering in himself. "Fucked up the chords for the opening songs."

"You really can't tell," You assured him, "You sounded like all those rock artist bands I see my girlfriends in England go to concerts for."

"My God you are a flatterer - Will, you never told me you had any friends that were actually nice-"

"He's not gonna shut up now you've started him," Will grumbled from besides you, revving the engine as he pulled out and sped down the street, making you laugh and lean back into the warm leather as you felt the wind sensation on your face once more - arms thankfully covered by Will's jacket, providing your body a fraction of warmth against the cold winds whilst James provided talking entertainment from the backseat until you found yourself back at your house.

"Right, are you staying at mine tonight then?" Will turned to ask James, James nodding with a little please, which Will obliged to with only a slightly begrudging nature in his voice.

You yourself stepped out with wobbly legs, body tired and almost begging for sleep, not used to late nights and drinking anything more than a glass of wine within one night. Will tossed  his keys to James so that he could let himself in - Will instead focussing his attention on you, and getting you to your house without falling or doing anything drunkenly stupid.

"Hey, pretty boy," You smiled up at the man who'd attached himself to your side. His hand sat on your waist, large fingers encompassing the space of your hip, protectively sat there so perfectly you considered taking his hand within yours and leading him upstairs to your room. Obviously just a drunken thought. But the size of his hands in comparison to your body was a thought which most definitely had you feeling something within your core. 

"Heya gorgeous," You paralleled your words, getting you up the stairs without a hassle. "Keys?"

You slot your keys into the door with minimal problem, twisting the lock with a click before turning away from your house to return back to your moment with Will, not quite wanting to say goodnight and end your time with Will, yet.

 Choosing to wrap your arms around him instead, your pulled Will into an embrace, letting your head sit against his chest as his own arms wrapped around your waist, hands folding together just above your behind, pulling you closer into his body as well.

"You know you gotta go in there and go to sleep, right?" Will chided, his voice husky and quiet, and chest sending vibrations through your body from the lowness of his voice - grounding you and reminding you of the close proximity between the two of you which only draw you closer to him.

"Can you come with me?" You requested, even shocking yourself with the statement. "I don't wanna end it with you here, tonight..."

There was a pause between the two of you, Will digesting the words and having to genuinely consider the prospect. 

"You need some sleep," Will spoke slowly, persisting despite the groan that left your mouth. "I don't wanna have you regret anything in the morning, you go to sleep and we can talk then, yeah?"

You let out a whine, and Will sighed in response.

"C'mon my girl-"

"Pleeaaase?" You looked up at Will, pupils blown out and expression so angelic as his eyes met yours - cheekbone softly outlined by the dim streetlight a few houses across. 

"Right love," Will bend slightly so that he was eye level with you, staring deeply into your eyes to maintain your attention as he spoke slowly. "I want you to go up, take your makeup and your dress off and put on some pyjamas - drink some water or eat some food if you need - and... I'll come over in an hour or so, yeah?"

You were convinced as soon as he'd made his promise. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you happily bade a short farewell, skipping into your house and doing exactly what Will had said - the sight of his grey eyes and face so close to yours relaying through your mind as you brushed your teeth, slipping into a nice silky pair of shorts and camisole instead of the normal spiderman PJs you would don. 

It was hot. Too hot. And so you cracked a window ajar, letting the sweet flow of the cool nighttime air into your room.

Jumping into your bed, you giggled as you looked at the time on your phone, audibly groaning at the sight of another forty-five minutes until an hour had passed and Will would join you in bed. 

Oh, Will...

Evanescent snippets of senses passed in and out of memory as you recalled the night - how Will had opened the door of the car for you, and how fresh and delicious he smelled as you had traversed the street together - the feeling of his hands over your waist and body as you'd danced at the club together - the way your faces were so close in that car you could practically feel static dancing between your lips, and almost taste the beer that lingered over his tongue -  his eyes grey and speckled with starry little nebulas as he'd talked to you outside the house a mere few minutes before, hair still slicked back, except the few strands that had messily sprung back over his face - shirt unbuttoned and pearl necklace almost teasingly peeking out from beneath his collar...

You could almost feel his fingers dancing over your wrists, beckoning further up your arm and pulling a strand of hair behind your ear - tracing down over your lips and the vulnerability of your neck until his fingers wrapped around the thin strap of your cami - pulling the silky material slowly down...

A heavy breath fell from your lips as your hand wrapped around your exposed breast, cupping the pliant flesh as your other hand explored further down your body, not bothering to pull your shorts off, but rather to simply move the skimpy material to the left and expose your already dampened core to your fingers - middle fingers swiping up your slit until you made a high noise at the stimulation of your sensitive spot, eyes rolling back and closing whilst your back arched off of the bed.

You rolled over onto your front, hips arching off the mattress as the pillow stifled an embarrassing moan - eyes already closed yet crushing together in the moment as you felt a pang whilst your fingers shaped tight circles and made your thighs shake whilst you imagined it was Will that was here -  between your legs, doing this to you. As though it were his forearms that clasped around your thighs and pulled your hips up - those long fingers running between your folds, collecting your arousal and pressing tight circles over your delicate bud and bringing you ever closer to your orgasm as he muttered sweet little nothing into your ear with that sexy accent you'd grown a passion for.... 

Truly unable to control yourself, your lips quivered, shakily pressing together and whispering,

"Ohmygod, Will..."

song: Sweater Weather, the Neighbourhood 

Will groaned as he saw James searching his fridge upon entering his house.

"C'mon James I told you before - I don't have shit in my fridge, if you wanna eat you've gotta tell me before and then I can get you a take-out -"

"D'you fuckin' bake?" James turned around with a plate of brownies in hand. "Or did you get weed brownies."

"No I don't bake, and they're not weed brownies," Will huffed at his friend's poor assumptions. "That's her homewarming little gift or whatever. Help yourself to them, I don't like brownies."

"Say less," James mumbled, pulling them out of the fridge and setting them on the coffee table opposite the sofa which he lay across, pulling a blanket over his makeshift bed. "That girl you brought to the gig you said made them?"

"Yeah, that's the one." Will paced the kitchen. "She's asked me to come over to stay with her tonight."

"You going?"

"Hell no," Will shot James a look. "She's drunk off her ass, I told her I'd come - hopes are she's too drunk n falls asleep without remembering." 

"You like her?" James questioned, biting into a baked good. "Cuz she makes damn good brownies."

Will rolled his eyes. "She isn't nothing special to me."

"Still not over just fucking around..." James sighed at his friend.

"What's that mean?" Will felt affronted.

"That means you're treating a good girl like she isn't shit and it's painful to see."

"Good girl" Will scoffed at the name, turning his back on his friend. "You're talking bullshit, James, either get a drink or go to sleep."

"You know I don't drink."

"Smoke?" Will pulled a pack out of his back pocket, flicking the cardboard lid open to reveal the packaged carcinogens. 

"You know I quit those years ago." James huffed, shaking his head as he removed his glasses. "You should too. They're bad for you, y'know."

"Yeah I know." Will bluntly responded, words slightly muffled by his lips which clenched down on the paper between his lips, reaching into his other pocket to find a lighter.

"Go smoke that shit outside man, not all of us want to die at thirty." 

Will rolled his eyes at his dramatic friend, huffing as he switched the light off and exit the room, shoving the front door open and dropping onto the wooden chair on his porch, covering the lighter's flame with his hand as he ignited the end of his cigarette, letting little embers glow orange as he pulled the chemicals into his body with an inhale -  letting a cloud obscure the moon above as he exhaled.

Looking up, Will noticed lights on, coming from your house. Upstairs and dimly lit. Like a bedside lamp. And the windows open. 

He sighed at your eagerness earlier - the pleas, the way you held his hand, your wide innocent eyes as you looked up at him...

You were too innocent for your own good. Too sweet, too pliant, too good. 

And yet something about that made Will want you - want to corrupt you even more. He loved seeing how you got shy; you couldn't keep eye contact and couldn't conceal your blush when he mentioned something even slightly flattering. He felt almost powerful, at the way he could choose just slightly different words, or say something with just a slight lilt in his voice, and that was the catalyst for you to start talking quickly or stumble over your words...

Will pulled another drag of his cigarette, leaning back as he exhaled the foggy grey - though he was pulled out of his seat and up onto his feet as he heard his name called.

Faintly. 

It wasn't loud - and it wasn't from his own house...

Hopping out of his seat, Will stepped down the from his porch into the main street, looking down either way and unsurprised to see nobody out and about in the early AMs of the morning - yet confused by where the sound of his name came from.

He stood for a minute or so.

And there was nothing.

And so Will assumed it was perchance just his own delusions, his mind hearing thing that didn't exist - his brain trying to tell him to go to sleep.

Turning around to return back to his house, his room, and go to sleep - he heard it again.

Coming from your house.

Your  voice, high and sweet, breathy and so quiet it was almost impossible to hear. 

And just when he thought he'd missed it, it came from your open window again. 

The sound of his name, rolling so sweetly from your tongue, almost... moaning it... Will felt himself getting hot - his skin prickle at the knowledge he shouldn't hear this, he shouldn't know how you pleasured yourself for him - and  yet something about it was so... so...

The tightening of Will's trousers was enough to explain how Will felt from the noises you made. 

Will could feel a smirk tracing over his lips, tugging up the corners of his mouth until his teeth peeked from beneath, and he brought his cigarette back up to his lips to take another drag - breathing the drug in before blowing it upwards, a stream of smoke directed towards your open window - like some sort of dark and corrupted air-kiss towards your innocently unknowing self up in your bedroom. 

Grin still unwipeable from his face, Will allowed himself to close his eyes and tune into the mellifluous sigh and highness of your voice as his name - "Will" - filled his thoughts and his memories, letting his ego rise up to his chest as he returned back to his porch and shut the door behind him - hand pressing over his trousers, palming and stimulating the bulge beneath his trousers- letting his head fall back with his eyes closed, groaning lowly at the feeling of his head rubbing over the rough material and pushing his hips off and away from the wall to press himself into his hand more, chasing that stimulation as the sound of your voice ricocheted from wall to wall of his skull; an echo-chamber of your lewd moans that caused him to let out another groan. 

What the fuck was going on with his neighbour and what the fuck was it doing to him...

Song: Daddy Issues, The Neighbourhood

The headache you woke with the next morning was truly diabolical. 

It was like someone was drilling away at your skull - a builder bashing his hammer against your forehead at the same, constant, metronome pace which had you elicit a groan at the feeling.

"Y'alright sunshine?" The Geordie yell from across the street made you wince at the noise, the brutal sunlight lasering into your eyes with intensity of a burning hot fire. 

"Do I look like it?" You grumbled, not making eye contact with the tall man who stood all too jovially in his driveway, white shirt and black worker cargos accompanied with a sunshine smile and jolly mug between his hands, likely holding some iced tea or coffee.

"C'mon, how you doing after yesterday?" Will crossed the street to join you at your car, making you turn your back so that he couldn't see your face. Puffy from the drinking and sleeping on your front alongside the lack of makeup you'd opted for - you were really hoping Will wasn't interested in conversation today morning. "You know, considering you were quite drunk... D'you remember everything?"

You hadn't even considered what you did and didn't remember - your mind all too blurry having woken up with your clothes discarded from your body - freezing from that and the window which was kept ajar all night - memories flooding back of how you had ended your night, mind infiltrated and intoxicated with lustful thoughts of Will which had you feeling shameful all morning as you brushed your teeth and raked your brush through a knotty head of hair.

One thing you certainly remembered was asking Will to come inside and come back with you, which was undeniably embarrassing in hindsight - your unfiltered thoughts seeing the light of day for a mere second, and serving to do nothing but embarrass you. 

"Yep." You nodded.

"Ya like the date?" Will cast his dazzling grin, watching as a pink flush unfurled over your cheeks at the reminder that last night wasn't all embarrassing. Despite your drunken mishaps, you had indeed enjoyed the date prior - the night of dancing regardless of the songs you had no idea of - the laughter, the smiles, the time you had spent with someone.

You hadn't previously lived with a friend. Or lived near to a friend, anyways.

No, following your studies which had kept you close to your friends, everyone separated and moved further away for their occupations, and rendered you isolated. It had been too long since you'd been out with someone, and going out with you neighbour yesterday was a reminder of days of clubbing and going out - enjoying the nights alongside your girl-friends. 

"Yeah," You breathed with a smile dancing over your lips. "Thank you, the date was lovely."

Will was satisfied by your response, and leant back onto you car in response - his tall frame resting back against the shiny metal, supporting his weight for just a moment before his brows furrowed in confusion as he made contact with the vehicle - lifting himself up and whipping around as though bemused by the car.

"What's wrong?" Your own brows furrowed in concern at Will's confusion. 

The mechanic bent from the hips, lowering himself to get eye-level with the wheels.

"D'you realise you have nails in your car wheel?" Will piqued a brow as he looked back up at your concerned expression - your own brows flying up as your eyes widened in shock, as you in fact did not realise that.

"WHAT?" The exclamation fell from your lips in shock...Just two days ago when you'd come home from work they'd been absolutely fine.

"Yeah, look, that's completely flat," Will clucked his tongue. "I'm going into the garage today - you want me to get that wheel replaced?"

"You would?" A gasp left your throat at the kind offer. You'd forgotten how absolutely wonderful it was to have multi-skilled friends who were able to offer services or help with different issues you were completely clueless on.

"Yeah 'course." Will nodded his head with a little smile towards you. "Why wouldn't I help y'out?" 

You gave a shrug, blush dusted over your face at the kind gesture. You weren't really used to niceties, quite frankly. And goddamn was Will a nicety. 

"Let's jus' get it out the road, then I can attach it to my car n get it to the garage, yeah?"

Will graciously got into your Ford Fiesta and was the one to pull your car out onto the drive before getting into his car and positioning it just in front so that he could attach his rear to your bumper, essentially towing your car.

Popping his head out the window - arm resting along the windowsill, Will pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to look you up and down.

"You wanna come to the garage with me for the day?... Given I'm taking your car n it'll be easier for you to take it home..."

You pondered on Will's request for a moment. You weren't exactly dressed all that good to be going out, and you hadn't done any makeup either... But it was a Saturday which meant your work wouldn't interfere with the opportunity, plus Will wasn't wrong - it would be easier to just go with him...

"Right, one sec then-"

You quickly opened your car and dug through the glovebox to find your travel makeup kit - hopping into Will's car which had the convertible roof drawn up and covering the two of you from the grey clouds and cooler conditions of the day.

"You're too pretty to feel pressure to put on fucken' makeup." Will muttered as he twisted his keys, adjusting his wing mirror and making you roll your eyes as you tapped your liquid blush over your cheeks to mask the natural blush that the underlying compliment had you fostering.

songs: Birthday Sex, Jerimiah -> White Mustang & Black Beauty, both by Lana Del Ray, for when you see Will's italics.

You were incredibly hot in the garage.

Not from the hot engines and sweltering heat of the day, but from watching him work.

Garage heating up, temperatures on the rise - Will took his overjacket off and revealed those delicious biceps that had you feeling whorish as you shamelessly stared at the brunet at work - muscles flexing beneath the grease-stained shirt as he worked on a car that'd been brought in just the other day. His hand met his forehead - pushing beads of sweat from exertion to the side, pushing his mullet back - slicked with effort and revealing more of his face whilst he worked, letting you focus on how his adam's apple bobbed with the deep breaths he took - brows furrowing together whenever he put effort into an action, the rugged charm of the mechanic making it completely impossible to look away as you felt a flush creeping up your neck. 

The heat across your face was unmistakeable and irremovable at this point - but the heat that crept below your neckline and all the way to between your legs was something so intimately embarrassing, you could only feel your cheeks reddening further. 

Though you'd woken up ashamed, knowing what you'd fallen asleep thinking and doing last night - you realised that those feelings weren't just fleeting, embarrassing thoughts of a drunken version of yourself. Because you knew exactly what you were going to be doing tonight to ease that aching between your legs the very moment you returned home. 

Fuck, if you watched Will any longer you might just pull over to the side of the road as soon as you get the car back and relieve yourself right there and then.

The two other mechanics present were nice enough, too. One short one wearing a bandana 'round his mouth to keep the fumes out of his mouth as he worked on the fuel tank of one car - the other a built ginger with spikey hair who seemed to be something of Will's helper, but appeared to have a knack of just getting in the way.

Around halfway through the day, when you'd realised that whilst watching Will's muscles flexing as he used the wrench was good and all, but you'd prefer not to get heatstroke from staying in the steaming garage - you retired into the pleasant air conditioned staff room which Will had given you the passkey for.

Laying across two of the plastic chairs with broken arms, you fanned yourself with one of the dated magazines that lay across the coffee table. Of all days to be in a steaming hot garage, the hottest day of the year definitely made it difficult to fully appreciate the opportunity to observe Will's muscles and alluring presence whilst he worked. Especially when you were fearing you would pass out whenever Will turned and caught you staring - flashing a wink and making the heat feel ten times more intense.

"Ayup Ma'am," A London voice broke your midday siesta as you realised you'd been dozing off - snapping to attention and turning to face the door where bandana-man and ginger were stood in the doorway. "We're off on lunch break - d'you want to come - or for us to bring any refreshment for you?"

"Mmm-is Will going?" You mumbled, still feeling dozy from the overpowering heat. You wondered how the two of them were still wearing their thick-looking polos in the heat.

"He's staying - I think he's gonna finish your car then go on lunch break," The ginger one piped up, and you nodded. "Did you say you want us to bring you something?"

"Oh-err- any drink really, whatever's cheapest at wherever you go, please." Your request was met with a sure nod of the head, the shorter of the two grabbing the wallet from a jacket suspended besides the door before shutting the door and leaving you alone once more.

Alone only momentarily, though.

"Y'alright, love?" 

You internally groaned as you were interrupted once more, though your body's enthusiastic reaction to hearing the Northerner's voice spoke volumes about how annoyed you really were about being interrupted by your favourite mechanic.

"How's the car going?" You cracked an eye open to look up to Will, noticing his eyes jump up to meet yours upon noticing you'd removed your arm from over your eyes. And following the path of his eyes, you realised he'd been looking over and observing your resting body - the maxi skirt and the small crop top that had been shifted askew, having rested across the chairs, and now showing more cleavage than you thought you'd ever let Will see.

Your cheeks darkened at the obviousness of Will's actions - so unapologetic despite having been starting at your tits when he thought no one else would see. Sinful. Though you didn't readjust the top, as you noticed how Will licked his lips whilst his eyes flittered back down between your chest and eyes, and felt your thighs once again clenching around nothing.

"Jus' replaced that tyre, you can give it a spin."

You followed Will to the car, getting into the driver's whilst he got into the passenger seat on the other side, letting you ignite the engine and reverse out of the area, just driving a few metres across the garage. The car felt unreasonably slicker than normal, given all that Will had done was replace a tyre.

"Yeah, also pumped up the tyre pressure to just give you a smoother ride."

That'd explain the smoothness of the ride.

"Gosh, thank you so much Will - that's really perfect my word, you're truly a godsend," You thanked the man, truly wondering to God how such a perfect man had been dropped into your life so randomly. Thoughtful, helpful, romantic, actually likeable, respectful, sofuckingsexy-

"Aye that's no worries my love," Will wiped his hands over the cloth he's tucked into his trouser pockets, spreading his legs out in the footwell before looking back up at you. "That'd be two-hundred-n-fifty sol for that, though."

What?  Your jaw went slack, blankly staring back at the brunet as you digest his words. Two-hundred and fifty Sol. Fuck. 

"Uhm, w-what?" You couldn't get yourself to speak as you gulped down in fear. Your wallet was back home - in your bag - and fuck, you didn't really have two hundred to spare... Not for a fucking wheel anyways, when you still had you electricity and water bill to pay - and you knew your car needed fuelling, soon.

"Two hundred fifty sol for service and the wheel," Will repeated with a sure nod, interweaving his fingers together over your his middle as he looked towards you as though waiting for you to give him the two-fucking-hundred right then and there. 

"Will," You could feel bubbled of panic rising through your oesophagus and entire ventilation organ system at the realisation you owed money that you just didn't have- "I left my purse back home, I don't have two hundred on me - I don't have any money on me right now - other than maybe five sol in my glovebox - I literally just came here to the garage with nothing, I-I didn't realise-"

"Payment is payment," Will broke your panicked stutters and eye contact as he looked down to his lap. "You've gotta pay some way or another I'm afraid - and I can't exactly give you a return with this one, love."

Well fuck. You sat there. Arms crossed and head lowered, deep in thought about how you could maybe cut corners to pull together 250 sol... You could ask him to go home and give it to him later tonight when he returns from work...? And then that money would be taken from the electricity bill... But realistically you couldn't live without electricity for another week - Water bill...? Even worse idea, no showers and practically unable to cook - yeah, no...

"There... is another method of payment, y'know..."

Your head snapped to the right side of the car, perking up in hope as Will mentioned some form of out or alternate suggestion that could save you. He licked his lips, meeting your gaze momentarily before looking back down to his lap again.

"You know what form I'm gonna suggest, right?"

You shook your head, brows furrowing in confusion. Should you know what payment he was talking about...? Will almost seemed taboo as he beckoned you closer with two fingers to lean into him from over the central panel so that he could lean towards you also, pressing his lips to your ear and making goosebumps form along your skin as he said with a low, husky voice...

"It requires gettin' in the backseat."

Will watched - his smirk widening and increasing as your face so obviously showed your thoughts - the realisation spreading across your face, from the eyes that widened, lips that opened ajar, eyebrows raising in the realisation that... oh my God... Will's idea of an alternate payment was.... well...

Something you'd wanted. From last night to just fifteen minutes ago when you were envisioning him in your sensual siesta, heat between your legs almost begging for another round of fingering and whispering Will's name into your pillow. 

But here? 

In the garage where his co-workers would be returning back oh so soon from their lunch breaks, under the pretences that this is all just to pay off some bill, deciding to fuck before having your first proper, real kiss with Will...?

It felt so extortionate. You had real feelings for Will. And you thought he did, too... Which made it just so much more unnecessarily confusing that Will was proposing having sex just to pay off a bill. To have sex with you, as a meagre transaction. No romance, no intimacy, no feelings - just financial business. 

Your morals were all over the place, your mind firing into overdrive as you felt yourself picking apart and trying to figure out - did you want to fuck Will? Here and now? To avoid paying up? In such high risk where his friends could see you at any moment?

Will could see the mental battle through your face.

"Y/n," His words were ever so soft, drawing you from the chaos of your mind as his fingers found your jaw, pulling you to face him and let your eyes meet. That soothing chalky mix of powder greys-blues-and-greens, undulating waves washing over and cooling your fiery eyes, glazed with half-formed tears from fear and confusion. "Let's just start... Where we were last night."

You didn't realise what he was referencing until his lips were on top of yours.

Oh.

'Let's start from last night': from when you were drunk and across Will's lap, hand placed high on his thigh and leant over his centre panel instead of the panel of your ford fiesta - feeling the breath from his parted lips across your own, leaning in ever so closer and closer where you were so close to kissing-

You closed your eyes and melted into his lips, the taste of chocolate and cocoa butter across his lips delicious and making you chase his lips, your lips opening whilst his did also - synchronising with his rhythm and pushing yourself - pressing your lips further against his as though you wanted to taste more - you needed to feel more-

His hands came around the underside of your thighs, you noticed as you felt his teeth sinking into you lower lip - halting your kissing as you were stunned for a moment - shock lingering over your lips as they emit a gasp. Taking the opportunity for all it's worth - Will's hand gripped your leg and manhandled you across the centre panel - from the driver's seat to over the control panel and onto the passenger seat - on top of him - straddling him. His lips reconnected with yours. Hungrier, faster paced, ravenously, his tongue ravaged your mouth, sloppy open-mouthed kiss making your head absolutely spin as you finally gave yourself a chance to card your fingers through that irresistible mullet, that head of brown hair that you wanted between your thighs for what felt like so long.

Your lips detached, letting you suck in a well needed breath of air because holy shit had Will taken your breath away.

Will was relentless however, not stopping to catch any breath as his lips moved on from your lips to the flesh that was openly available for him - your neck - exposed and almost calling for him as you'd thrown your head back. Again, a gasp left your throat, eyes instantly snapping shut as you felt a sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, Will's skilled mouth finding that sweet spot almost instantly, suctioning his mouth around the point before biting down and brushing his finger over the marking - moving to make another hickey over the collarbone that was exposed by the v-neck top. Whimpers fell from your throat as you opened your eyes- your thighs which landed on either side of Will's body clenching and squeezing his hips that were flush with yours, your body begging for stimulation from him... Though as you opened your eyes and looked up to the grey, material car ceiling just a mere few centimetres from your face, you could feel your moral conscience weighing down on you again. Quite literally pushing an admittance out of you.

"W-we shouldn't-" You spoke with a strained voice, as though your voice box and all the muscles within your wind pipe were closing up and trying to restrict and prevent you from speaking out. Your words were hushed by the vibrations of Will's own voice, his words mumbled against your skin, brushing over the sensitive skin of your collarbone and reverberating on your chest.

"We shouldn't, hm?" He repeated, kissing the prominent bone of your collarbone. "Sure, maybe we shouldn't, but that isn't what matters-do you want this? That's what matters - if you don't want this then you just tell me and I'll stop."

You couldn't even stop the embarrassing noise that left your throat, your legs squeezing ever harder around Will's thighs as he hickeyed your collarbone extra roughly. Your moral conscience was still unbearable though, and your counter left your mouth as a squeak.

"B-but they could come back a-any minute and see us..." You referenced those other two mechanics through a tight throat. And your heart sank as Will just laughed against your skin.

"Fuck-you can't even tell me to stop can you, because you've been fuckin wanting this, I bet you wouldn't even care if those two came and saw you in this position," Will's words confused you, cutting deep with those words you would struggle to deny, yet nonetheless were confused where he was going with this. "Act all innocent but secretly so pathetic-don't think I haven't caught you staring at me through the blinds, fucking yourself on your fingers at the thought of me- fuck - you might be more desperate for this than I am."

Your eyes shot wide open, jaw dropping as those words left his mouth. He'd seen fucking everything, Good Lord - from the first day you'd ever seen him when you peeked at him through the bedroom blinds, to last night when - shit - you'd left your window open. You were too shocked to even gasp at that - yet too embarrassed to even look down and make eye contact with the proud brunet as you realised you were completely vulnerable; an open book with truly no secrets from him anymore. Because fuck: he already knew everything. And if he already knew everything - if he truly knew every embarrassing thing you'd thought and felt about him...

You weren't going to tell him to stop. 

Because as horrible and corrupted as it was - to sleep with the guy that gave you butterflies and you wanted to see out a relationship with - he was getting a job done for you. And fuck it, if this was going to get your bills paid, you might as well enjoy it, too. 

You pushed your hips down against him, pushing your clothed sex against his own as a sign of consent. That you weren't going to stop him. Will's hands gripped your hips in response, pulling you closer, his breath hot against your ear. "That's it," he whispered, voice laced with a triumphant growl, "I knew you wanted this. I knew you'd cave."

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, shutting him up with your hand reaching to the side of the seat, pulling the lever and flattening the seat - shocking Will as he found himself lying flat against the declined carseat - his hands on your waist and paused for a moment as you straddled him, lever in your hand - control in your palm for the first time.

"Get in the fucking backseat, then."

You don't know where the confidence came from in that moment, but it appeared as though Will loved it as a grin lit up on his face, his grip sharpening around your waist and causing you to let out a yelp as he himself didn't get into the backseat - but instead quite literally manhandled you into the back - knocking the wind out of you as your back collided with the seats, and barely getting a moment to recover before Will's body was on top of yours - his chest pressed up to yours - knee between your thighs and tongue in your mouth, back to that same ruthless pace.

You could taste cigarettes and chocolate on his tongue, bitterness and sweetness colliding and tasting of sweet, sweet corruption, the smell of diesel and passion lingering with his touch and driving you wild - once again mimicking your previous actions in the frontseat as your fingers carded through the brunet's locks, finding a fistful and pulling it between the knuckles of your fingers - making him groan between your lips, causing a smirk to light across your face at the noise that he elicited - an indicator that you were doing something right.

Will's fingers moved from besides you on the carseat where they stabilised him, etching over your stomach and diving under the hem of your top, the long smoker's fingers playing over the edge of the bra you wore beneath, before detaching from the kiss to allow him to look down and over your body. You were still fully clothed, and Will seemed to hate that, as he hastily helped you remove your top and admired the cleavage you beheld in just the bra. 

Fingers trailing over the black lace of the strap, you looked up from your chest to Will - looking at the pink dusting across his cheeks from the mouth-workout you'd exercised together, and blown-out eyes that traced over your curves. Though that blush you admired across his cheeks was soon embarrassingly spread to yours instead, as Will's fingers found the middle piece of your bra which held the either two cups together, a small black bow tied over the centre-strap which he held between two fingers - looking up at you with a grin, one brow raised as if non-verbally questioning you. 

"Shut up. You grumbled through the blush and coy smile over your face, feeling judged by Will as he chuckled lowly.

"It's cute," He plucked at the little bow, making you roll your eyes and lose eye contact, not interested in being embarrassed by the man who found it all too easy to get you flustered.

Will didn't send any more time at your chest however, having admired your bust, and didn't bother to remove your bra as he got down to your maxi skirt. He wasn't interested in fighting to take it off, his passion relighting as his hands felt over the plush skin of your thighs beneath the thin material - simply pushing it up so that your bottom half was exposed - material pooling together on your stomach as Will pulled either of your legs over his shoulders - dipping his head between and pulling your panties to the side - once again not bothering to discard the item, only remove it as an obstacle.

He laughed lowly as he saw your core. Dripping. Highlighted with arousal that'd formed from seeing the brunet working and using those muscles, from having him looking down at your cleavage when he'd found you in the staff room, from having his tongue in your mouth...

Cruelly, he blew over your soaking wet sex, cool stream of air further causing your slick to sit cold across your slit, whine leaving your throat as Will focussed his exhale over your clit - the sensitive nub making your core throb with desire and lusting to just have him inside you.

Your thighs squeezed along either side of his head, applying pressure as a warning that he wasn't gonna tease and prolong foreplay when you were literally soaking wet in front of him.

"Alrigh', alrigh'," He grumbled, letting you release the pressure around his head and giving him autonomy to press his tongue flat on your core - trailing up from hole to clit, lapping up arousal and letting a moan drip from his tongue whilst he was still connected to the sensitive bud - making your eyes roll to the back of your head from the stimulation of the vibrations that channelled from his tongue to your clit. His mouth curled into a smile at the noise that exited your lips, his mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking it with just a bit of force, which had you genuinely gasp from the sensation. 

His mouth detached from your sex with a purposeful pop noise, and you looked between your legs to see Will's wet lips fashioned in a devious smirk which you promised yourself you'd keep in the back of your mind forever.

 Digging through his back pocket, you watched as Will withdrew a condom from his back pocket - securing it between his teeth before ripping the packet open - holding the opened pack in his teeth as he tugged his trouser down to free his cock, hand wrapping around the base as he rolled the thin plastic film down the length.

And oh.

Oh my did he look completely Godly as you watched him with his head bowed, hand pumping his erection a few times - his length more than satisfactory, tip reddened from the intense blood flow ever so deliciously. Once again, another image you mentally saved and promised yourself to store in the back of your mind forever. 

He looked up at you, through the few strands that had fallen from his slicked hair - smirking and chuckling at how you looked away as soon as he saw you were staring. Only you could be shy enough to be undressed beneath him, having kissed and gone halfway through intercourse in the back of your car, and still be made shy by the man.

"So cute," He mumbled, smirk still evident in his voice as his fingers traced over your jaw, palm connecting with your cheek affectionately, letting his thumb glide back and forth over the soft skin comfortingly - like he was soothing you. That thumb slotted between your lips, then - pressing down ever so slightly on your tongue and making you subconsciously suck on the digit, your tongue wrapping around the underside whilst your lips pouted around it, looking up and making eye contact with the man in such a way he could only feel his cock getting harder at the sight - imagining what it'd be like if that was his cock between your lips instead of his finger.

He chose not to act on those thoughts for now, instead letting his cock penetrate a different hole. Holding eye contact and and watching as you face distorted - from clarity and confidence in maintaining eye contact - to your eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth unlatching from his fingers, watching as you emit a visceral groan as you let your head roll back at the feeling of Will's tip sheathing between your folds and entering you, slowly sinking in between those velvet walls.

It was a tough process for him, struggling to not to act on impulses and pick you up by the lower back and slam you down on his cock until you were crying. And it was a tough process for you also, trying to accustom yourself to a size that you'd never had to before. 

He paused as his hips touched your sticky thighs, wet from your arousal that'd transferred from skin-to-skin as he bottomed out.

And just as you looked up, wondering whether Will was going to move or simply stagnate his movements - you only caught a brief glimpse of his bowed head - lips taken between his teeth, before you felt him slowly withdrawing his length from inside you, smooth lubricated silicon thin enough to let you feel every valley and peak of his cock as he pulled back before - SNAPPING his hips into yours with a brutal force - his fingers vicing on your hips as a gasp left your lips upon feeling him bury his cock deep with you.  

And Will didn't pull out slowly this time. 

No, he kept that brutal pace, his cock pulling back and slamming back into your pussy, jerking and jolting your body back and forth as he lifted you by the hips with his hand - tilting your hips upwards and off the car seat so that he buried his cock deeper within your sex, the tip kissing your cervix and causing short, sharp bursts of pleasure to spiral through your body as you felt pangs deep within your core - a type of pleasure which your fingers just couldn't provide.

Every snap of his hips had your bra's hold over your tits weakening, the pliant flesh rippling with each of Will's thrusts and spilling from the sides more and more until the dark areolas beneath peaked from behind the cups and threatened to completely escape, render the bra useless. Will got there before that happened, however, his roughened fingertips groping and pulling at the black lace and ripping it from your tits - revealing the libidinous flesh beneath that now rippled freely as Will only thrusted harder, enjoying watching them jolt with each rough hammering. 

You realised you'd been too careful last night when you'd envisioned that it was Will pulling your cami down. No, Will wasn't soft and gentle enough to slowly pull the material to reveal your skin - he was roughly cut and hard edged - he wanted to ruin you and treat you mercilessly.

And you fucking loved it.

You felt as though you were becoming zombified as your chest heaved, heart itself palpitating sporadically and violently as though it were trying to rip itself from its bone cage and offer itself up to Will himself, as the brunet took your nipple between his fingers - roughly peaking it and squeezing the sensitive bud between his skilled knuckles, trained will expertise as a mechanic, and you let out truly obscene noises with each unapologetic shove of his cock between your walls.

The whole car smelled of sex - the air heavy and weighted from the sweat that prickled over your skin and Will's also - the smell of car grease and pine from his body intoxicating you like a drug - the taste of cigarettes still lingering on your tongue and making you absolutely need him more. His tongue in your mouth again. To ravage you. Break you. Destroy you.

"Fucking violate me-" You hadn't meant it to come out so violently, so raw, so visceral - but you lived to not regret it as you felt Will's cock bury somehow ever deeper within you, his hips oh so disgustingly  fluid as he oscillated back and forth and began moving your hips oppositely to his - pushing you away whilst he pulled out, before pulling you closer as he snapped his hips into yours as though trying to lodge himself within your walls with each deep stroke. You were going fucking wild, and the moans and whimpers which left your throat became higher and higher in pitch; an indicator of your pending orgasm.

Will pushed his hair back again, grunt falling from his lips in such a way you felt yourself clenching over his cock, drawing you closer and closer to your climax, the tightening of your flesh around his cock making a gravelly groan fall from his lips, throwing his head back at the compressions around the circumference of his cock. He could tell you were close.

"You can cum any-fucken time, sweethear'," He grunted between clenched teeth, each word enunciated. "-Jus' so long as you realise that even when you cum, I'm gonn' keep fucking myself - right back - into you - until I cum-"

That was it.

That ruthless admittance of nothing but using you like a fleshlight, or an object of self-use to get himself off so arrogantly, with no care for you or your climax - not a threat - but a promise, that he'd keep mercilessly fucking into you until he was satisfied-

It pushed you over the edge.

Your whole body was shaking, your thighs that held you up squeezed around Will's body, crushing his waist between the muscle as your hips raised further, chasing the pleasure that rolled through your body and juices that ran from your legs. Your whole head was light and orgasm had you feeling light everywhere else. And just as promised, Will didn't stop.

He truly did violate your body, just as you'd asked. He let out a noise as he felt your cum coating his cock, though he didn't stop his strokes as you came. In fact, realising you'd reached your climax he only further chased his - hand moving up from your tits to your neck - wrapping around either side and squeezing the sides. He used your neck like a vice to clamp your body in place - pushing you down into the plush seat of the car and holding you there as he adjusted your hips and just kept snapping his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of you with a pace uncaring of the overstimulation you felt - your body and abs quivering from the cramp you could feel forming from the lack of a rest for your muscles, no post-orgasm relaxation allowed as Will fucked into your body, chasing his climax.

Your g-spot was crying out for a break, your abused hole and hurting muscles the same - though your head still couldn't get a post-haze clarity, as your internal monologue kept the nasty thoughts flowing through your mind and entire system. You fucked yourself back on his cock, arching your back and circling your hips to match his thrusts, have his cock press against every angle of your overstimulated interior.

Thrusts becoming sporadic and erratic - more forceful, less coordinated, you could tell he was going to cum, and you clenched your muscles - squeezing around him and watching as you pushed him over the edge, his head throwing back and guttural groan falling from his lips like liquid gold - his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down swathes of precious, precious air whilst you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

You'd both climaxed. His grip fell from your hips slowly - fingers shaking and indicating this was just as hard of an orgasm for him as it was for you. You rested there in the moment, your skin wet and coated in a thin sheen of sweat, your thigh still touching Will's. You acclimatised to the moment; the brief peace and serenity and quiet. That was that; the fun was over and the transaction was finished.

Your body was the first to break, between your mental, emotional and physical states. You collapsed in the backseat, your hips flattening against the seat, back losing it's arch as all muscles relaxed and curved into the seat beneath you. 

That was that; the fun was over and the transaction was finished.

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[kokomyass]

JJK Characters ☆ That time of the month...

JJK x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Trigger warnings ⚠️: swearing, crack

featuring: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna

synopsis: in which, the jjk men are out buying you supplies for your period, some with more experience that others....

notes!: in sukuna's part, he is true form and has like a kinda palace thing going on yk....

a/n: thought of this idea, liked it and wrote it!!! I hope you enjoy 💜🍇💜🍇

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Gojo

"Heyyy babe....so about those pads you wanted me to buy....you kinda failed to tell me that there are pads for every colour of the fucking rainbow!"

You had to use all your will power in you to not start laughing at Satoru through the phone, which would consequently lead him to hold a grudge.

"Satoru, I told you to get the ultra maxi pads with wings, remember? How difficult is that?" you nagged as you heard a frustrated groan through the phone.

"Well which colour is that? Cause there's no way I'm reading allat-"

"Gojo!!" you didn't usually call him by his first name it was an easy way to show your annoyance.

"Okay sorry!! Well, Y/N, there are like 5 different ultra maxi pads! How the hell am I meant to know which-"

"Satoru, with wings."

You heard the line go silent as you heard rustling assuming he had picked the pad up.

"So...um I found it....I'm gonna get myself out of this aisle because thanks to you I embarrassed myself in front of all these experienced women."

All you can do is giggle at Gojo's dramatic ass.

Nanami

You hear the door to your house open as you lay in bed curled over from the pain your cramps are giving you.

You hear your husbands soft footstep approach your bed as you open your eyes slightly to see him bent over cupping your face careful not to wake you up to violently.

"Hello sweetheart, how are you feeling?" you hear his deep, smooth voice whisper out.

"Well...I feel like shit, but now that your here I wanna cuddle with you. It'll make me feel better."

Nanami chuckles as he sat on the bed, extending his arm out to let you cuddle with him.

"Just to let you know, I went out to buy some night and day pads, tampons just in case your in the mood to use them and your favourite snacks to keep you going. They are all here if you need." Nanami said, as he gently brushed your hair as he felt you squeeze tighter.

Nanami looked down as he heard sniffling later realising you were crying after looking down at your face.

"Honey what's wrong? Did I miss something?" Nanami's heart dropped.

"No, the absolute opposite. You always get everything right. Nanami, have I ever told you how madly I am in love with you?"

"Frequently."

Geto

You had sent Geto out to do some period shopping and by that you meant shopping for pads/tampons and snacks.

When you were on your period, you were EXTREMELY snappy and emotional. This time of the month was one Geto feared all the time. One small thing could make you flip out.

"Hey babe! I'm home!"

You were sat on the couch wrapped in blankets as you watched TV.

"I got your stuff babe, snacks, pads and all..." Geto placed a kiss on your head before sitting next you. You took the bag from him searching for your favourite sweets.

"Thank yo-...Where are my skittles, Geto?"

Geto's heart dropped. He had completely forgotten to buy that and he regretted his life choices, but it was too late because you had already started crying.

"Ughh, I really wanted those skittles...why do you always forget Geto!" you sobbed angrily as Geto pulled you apologising profusely.

"I'll go out and buy more baby....I'm sorry...."

"NO. I WON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE!" you shouted at Geto as you stood up angrily walking to you bedroom as Geto sighed letting his head fall back on the couch, choosing to let you come to him in your own time.

Time Skip

You had guiltily shuffled out of the bedroom and sat next to Geto leaning into him as he let out a sigh of relief.

"So, you feeling better??"

"Yeah, sorry babe....I overreacted. My favourite sweet isn't even skittles..."

Toji

"So babe, what size is your pussy again?"

Toji was a man with no shame and clearly no brain. He went out to get pads for you forgetting to ask what type you needed.

"Wh- Toji!! How many people are in that aisle!?" You heard Toji chuckle at your very valid question, given what he had just said.

"Princess, listen, that doesn't matter right now. Just tell me your fucking pussy size."

Before you could scold Toji and maybe educate him you heard another woman's voice through the phone.

"Um sir, just to let you know you are rather loud...and pad sizes are based on the amount of flow not-"

"Did I ask?" Toji spat.

The woman's mouth shut as she spluttered trying to say something back before Toji diverted his attention back to you.

"There is like ultra large....do you want that cause I know how big-"

"Toji don't you dare finish that sentence. Just get me large ones please...and for the record it is based on your flow, so you had no right shut that poor woman down like that."

"I call it what I want to call it, and that's pussy size."

Choso

You currently had a stuttering Choso on the phone who was clearly pretending he wasn't embarrassed.

You had sent him out to get some snacks, hinting that it was your time of the month but you didn't ask him to get pads or tampons fearing it would be too much for him to handle.

"So....um...Y/N, do you....erm do you want me-"

"Choso, baby, please spit it out." you giggled at how flustered he was as it wasn't a common occurrence.

"Do you need...pads...?" he whispered the last bit so you could barely hear.

"What was that?"

"...pads...." you had made out that he said pads.

You let out a loud laughter that could be heard through the phone, shown by the fact Choso was hushing you.

"Y/N, stop laughing! Yes or no? If yes, what type?" you could tell he was trying to be vague.

"Choso you are so cute, yes I would like some please can I have some night pads? I have enough days ones."

"Okay! I got this....okay see you and love you!!" he cut the phone after chanting to himself that he had the power to pick one product off an aisle.

All you could do was chuckle and feel warm at how much he cared for you...even if it was embarrassing for him....

Sukuna

You were giving Sukuna his daily massage in his throne room despite your cramps from your period. You didn't want to tell Sukuna that you were on your period because whenever you did he became a bit too overprotective in a murderous way....

However the cramps were unbearable.

"My Lord...May I be seated?" Sukuna's head whipped around and looked up and down your body before nodding slightly, tapping his leg indicating for you to sit there.

You sat down on Sukuna's crossed legs resting your head on his broad chest as you sighed squinting your eyes at the pain.

Two of Sukuna's arms were wrapped around your waist whilst the other two were on the floor. He tighten his grip on your waist as if he knew you were experiencing pain.

Suddenly a sharp knock was heard at the door.

"You may enter." Sukuna's gruff voice sounded out.

"I have the pads and tampons and foods you requested, Lord Sukuna." Uraume entered with a box placing them at your feet. Leaving promptly.

"It is your time of the month, is it not?"

You eyes widened as you looked back at him to see him looking down at you.

"Y-Yes my lord...how did you know?"

"I keep track in my own manner." you didn't even bother to ask how that was.

You knew Sukuna wasn't exactly the loving type, but you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck.

"Thank you, my Lord!" he places one of his hands on your back not saying a word just letting out a huff. After a while he mumbles out.

"It's alright woman...."

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a/n: I hope that was good and all those true form sukuna fans out there hmu 😜

love you!! 🍇💜🍇💜

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Best Kept Secret on the Grid {6}

Summary: It's Christmas Eve which means eating out and going home for secret Santa. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, oral WC: 1.5k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five

Christmas Eve Your spacious penthouse seemed small when it was filled with the egos of a dozen formula one racers. Lewis, Charles and Pierre lounged on the sofa watching a basketball game on the tv. Carlos, Logan, Daniel and Lando were at the wet bar competing to make the best cocktail while Oscar judged them, and not just on the cocktails either. Fernando was using Esteban and George’s height to hang Christmas decorations around the apartment.

The rest of the drivers would have come but other commitments had kept them from joining you for the festive celebrations. You had a little present ready to be sent at midnight and you knew the video would only make them wish they could be with you even more.

Footsteps padded along the hall before your bedroom door opened and you caught Max’s eyes in the mirror as you applied a vibrant shade of lipstick. “You look beautiful.”

You rose from the vanity seat and turned slowly to show off the dress completely, blowing him a kiss when you faced him again. “Thank you, Maxy.”

He curled an arm around your waist, his hand meeting your skin where the backless dress left you bare, and he tugged you against him. “Ready for dinner? I’ve been told the appetiser is to die for.”

“That is high praise from a man who would be happy with a bag of Doritos. Will you tell me where we are going?”

He smirked as his hand drifted down over the material that covered your ass. “Just wait and see.”

The restaurant was unassuming with an unmarked door, and if it wasn’t for the seven sports cars lining the street you never would have known you had reached your destination. You never saw the kitchen, or the staff, as you followed Max and Lewis to the only door that had light spilling from it. You were beginning to doubt it was even a restaurant until you reached the room and found a large round table set with mouthwatering scents permeating the air.

“There’s a seat missing,” you pointed out as the men took their places.

“How could we forget you, darling?” Lewis chuckled as he held a hand out to you.

“We have one for you right here,” Charles said, swiping the middle of the table that rotated at his touch.

“Are you wearing anything under that pretty dress, ma chat?” Pierre asked as he toyed with his plump bottom lip.

Max’s hands ran down your thighs before dragging your dress up until it reached your hips, a collective sound of pleasure answering the question. Lando turned Max’s chair around and offered his hand to steady you as you stepped up and onto the table.

“Are the chefs aware this is a BYO first course?” you teased as you sat down and reclined back on your elbows.

“No,” Max chuckled as he took his seat and spread your legs. “But we have napkins for when you get too loud.”

Lando’s hand ran up your calf, drawing slow circles over your skin and Lewis placed your heel on his shoulder, kissing your ankle. At the opposite end of the table Pierre took your hand and tugged you flat on your back so you could reach his collar. Tugging his tie, you pulled him in for a kiss that inhaled the gasp that came when Max ran his tongue along your slit.

Hands caught the bodice of your dress and bared your breasts, deft fingers teasing your nipples to stiff peaks. Your eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure from their worship and you didn’t know whose kiss, touch, lick or bite belonged to who as you writhed in ecstasy.

Your mind was already a dizzying mess when the room spun and gone was the ticklish beard that had burned your thighs when Max feasted between your legs. The new mouth that sealed around your clit was just as skilled as he sucked and licked you into a frenzy, but the cheeks that pressed to your inner thighs were smooth and gentle on the heated skin.

Your back arched as your muscles tightened and your legs tried to close before new hands spread them wide. “Fuck, George, don’t stop, please…”

Your needy whines grew louder until Nando grasped your jaw and opened your mouth to shove a napkin in. “Shhh, corazón,” he soothed as he stroked your cheek. “We’ll give you what you want, just not yet.”

The table turned and the orgasm that was within reach faded with a frustrated cry. Their taunting laughs only made your core clench as you squirmed as you impatiently waited to see who’s seat you would stop in front of next.

“Sounds like you need some help, sweetheart,” the young American drawled, his fingers running through your wet folds. 

“Typical All-American hero to the rescue,” Lando joked to your left.

“Please…” you begged through the napkin as you reached for Logan’s hair. His smirk disappeared between your legs and bliss returned with more stars dancing across your vision than there were on his flag.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as the pleasure mounted and you were rewarded for your patience with a mindblowing orgasm. Still, he didn’t stop his ministrations as the waves rocked through you and hands pinned your hips down while they drove you to overstimulation.

The tower clock down the street chimed as midnight arrived and you grinned as you eyed the stack of presents under the tree. “Please, can I open just one?”

“If you open one, you have to open them all,” Max replied cryptically.

“I’m fine with that,” you hummed much to their amusement and he patted your hip with permission. You tested your steadiness as you climbed off his lap and found your legs had regained their strength. Your boys had really done a number on you in the restaurant, they were surprised you were even still awake.

Kneeling on the floor beside the tree you grabbed a very neatly wrapped box with a large silver bow in the centre. You gave it a shake and felt something move inside but there was no noise to indicate what it was. Turning it around you found no name on it and frowned. “Is this one for me?”

“They’re all for you,” Esteban said, sharing a smirk with Charles who then said, “You should be able to guess who they are from.”

“Aha, secret Santa,” you giggled before reaching for the biggest gift first. You tore the silver bow open and flipped the lid of the box before plucking the ruffled crepe paper away. “Oh, wow.”

The guys had gathered around and they chuckled at your reaction as you wrapped your hand around the shaft of the dildo. Your fingertip traced the delicate veins that your tongue knew intimately and you met the pair of dark eyes it belonged to.

“Thank you, Lewis.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

“That was too easy, go for an average size, but no less important, present,” Daniel said with a grin.

Lewis laughed and reclined back comfortably. “I can’t help that my dick didn’t fit in the same box.”

You scanned the rest of the boxes and your jaw dropped in realisation. “How did you even think of this?”

“We thought you might miss us when we go away for training and testing after the holidays, or miss a part of us at least,” Daniel said with a smirk.

“I miss every part of you,” you assured them as you grabbed another box and tore into it. “But this will make the nights easier to bear until Bahrain.”

You pushed the shredded paper aside to see a fluorescent green cock, a laugh escaping as you picked it up. The head was wider than the shaft and your mouth watered at the memory of the many times you had tasted Lando.

“This is very bright,” you said to him as you stroked the phallus.

“So you don’t lose it,” he grinned proudly.

“Yours glow in the dark?” Carlos huffed as he took it from you and inspected it for himself. “I wish I thought of that.”

“You wish you read the instructions properly,” Lando teased before tipping his head to you. “Someone didn’t know you had to shave before sticking your dick in the mould.”

Max winced along with Oscar and Charles rubbed Carlos’ shoulder patronisingly until he shrugged it off and grumbled, “I still have a bald patch.”

“Would you like me to kiss it better?”

His warm brown eyes lit up at the offer and his hands instantly reached for his belt. “Do you know how long I have had a hard on for?”

“The same as the rest of us,” Oscar muttered as he took the replica of his teammate's dick and marvelled at how realistic it was.

“I can think of a few things to help with that,” you said as you waved a hand over the presents. “I mean, Santa’s already come, so why shouldn’t you?”

[ihni]

In a world where Neil Hargrove does not exist or is out of their lives or is a better man, Billy and Max has a better relationship, like real siblings.

Which means that the first time she has her new friends over at her house, Billy crashes their little party in the most obnoxious way. Maybe they're hanging out in the living room and playing a game or something, and Billy (dressed in workout shorts and socks only, no shirt, and sweaty and gross from yardwork or basketball or lifting weights) barges in like they're not even there, spreading out on the couch and turning the TV on, volume loud.

"What the fuck Billy?!" Max says, angrily, and tries to pull him up.

But of course he won't budge. "What?"

"Get out!"

"Nah. My show's on."

"I have FRIENDS over!"

He watches them with an unimpressed look. "And I see you've somehow managed to find people even more nerdy than you, Maxi-pad. Well done."

She yells in frustration, trying again to pull him off the couch, but she can barely move him. He sticks his socked foot in her face and laughs when she screams in disgust.

"Billy!! You're such an asshole!"

"And you're a shitbird. Ow!" She claws at him but he just laughs even as he tries to swat her away. "Oooh, is little Maxine trying to show off in front of her new friends?"

Snarling, Max grabs a pillow and tries to choke him with it, but he easily pushes her off so she ends up on the floor, red-faced with anger and glaring daggers. Billy grins at her all teeth, and makes a show out of stretching out in the couch in all his barely-clothed glory.

Max turns to the Party, who has been watching with wide eyes, and huffs "Let's go to my room" before stomping off.

Billy smirks at them as the boys give him a wide berth on their way out, and when the door to Max's room slams shut he yells "Keep the door open, Maxine."

"FUCK YOU BILLY!" is the answer.

"Think of JESUS!"

"GO TO HELL!"

He sinks back into the couch and turns his attention to the TV, but only for a minute or so. Then he gets up and goes to take a shower. He only went in there to mess with her, anyway.

(She gets her revenge when he has a boy over, later. And whenever Billy has his boyfriend in the car when she's there. And whenever she runs into any of Billy's friends. She has many embarrassing stories about Billy, after all. No one knows better than her how lame he can be.)

(Or, just, Billy and Max being annoying siblings, without the hate and fear and resentment. I want that for them. Annoying obnoxious needling gross older brother Billy and seething frustrated loud conniving little sister Max)

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Hi Kat! I’m in loooove with Elementary. Do you think perhaps you could write about Sarah/ reader bonding where reader helps her with periods, or something like that, where Joel maybe feels a little out of depth (he’d try his best, i think)? I’m sorry if i’m overstepping!! It’s just a thought I had, feel free to disregard, obviously. Love all of your work!

Out of My Depth

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x sarah’s teacher!reader

rating: M (talks of periods, joel being a clueless man who means well, fluff city basically)

wc: 1.8k

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“Hey, is everything okay?” You met Joel at the front door of his home, a frantic look of concern on your face as you searched his. He’d called you up just a little bit ago and asked you to come over because there was an emergency with Sarah, and without asking any questions, you got in your car and drove over. “Where’s Sarah? Is she—“

“Calm down, baby,” he breathed out a chuckle. “Sarah’s alright, she just…well, she…started her you know what for the first time, and I—“ Joel was interrupted by the sound of your laughter, his eyes fixed on you as you doubled over, cackling at the fact that at his ripe age of 34 years old, he couldn’t utter the word “period”. “Alright, ha-ha. Go on and laugh at me, but I didn’t know what to do! I’m out of my depth here.”

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, a grin still on your face as you cupped his cheek. “Where is she?”

“Upstairs in the shower. Didn’t know what else to do so I told her to go have a hot shower,” he chuckled, sheepish about his lack of knowledge on this front.

“Do you have any pads? Tampons? Anything?” you asked. Joel shook his head and sighed.

“I thought we had a few more years until we had to worry about all this,” he admitted, scratching his neck. “Gimme a list of what I need to go pick up and I’ll run down to the drugstore.”

“Okay,” you smiled, endeared by his determination.

Joel walked you inside the house and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from his desk before joining you at the dining table. You had to giggle at his eagerness, his eyes wide as he looked to you for guidance. Pushing his hair back, you gave him a kiss on the forehead before beginning to list off the basics: pads for the daytime, maxi-pads for the evening, a box of regular tampons in case she wanted to try that out, some midol, a heating pad, and most importantly, chocolate.

“Jesus,” he whistled at the list, shaking his head. “Like preppin’ for a damn surgery.”

“Yeah, it’s not a fun time,” you chuckled. “Alright, you go out and I’ll wait for Sarah to get out of the shower. Think we gotta go over a few things that I’m sure neither of you want to go over together.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “Seriously. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I love you and I love her,” you assured. “It’s no problem at all. I know I’ll never replace her mom and I would never want to. But if I can offer my help and love, I want to, as long as both of you will have me.”

“I’m not plannin’ on shooin’ you off anytime soon,” he smirked, pulling you close for another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now go on, you’ve got a hefty shopping list to get through.”

With Joel out of the house, you waited patiently for Sarah to make her way out of the shower by sitting across the hall in Joel’s bedroom. You managed to find a spare pad in your car’s glovebox, and held the plastic-wrapped square in your hand, ready to hand it over as soon as she emerged.

“Dad?” she called from her bedroom and you quickly stood up and walked into the hall.

“Hey, your dad went out to buy some stuff for you,” you called into her room. The door was cracked open but you didn’t want to intrude. “I have a pad here for you, though.”

“Thanks,” she gave you a meek smile as she opened the door. “How do I…use it?”

“It’s pretty uncomplicated. Just take it out of the wrapper and put the sticky side down on your underwear. You’ll get the hang of it the longer you use ‘em.” You handed the pad over and Sarah accepted it, flipping it around in her hand. “I’ll be downstairs. Have you eaten?”

“No, dad was gonna cook but then—“ she looked embarrassed. “Then it happened.”

“No worries,” you assured. “I’ll call in a pizza. How do you want it?”

“Pepperoni with extra cheese,” she was quick to answer, making you chuckle. “Oh, and dad likes his with jalapeños.”

“Good to know,” you made a mental note of Joel’s pizza order. “I’ll do half with jalapeños.”

“Thanks,” she spoke sincerely. “For all of this.”

“Trust me, I get how scary this is,” you gestured to the pad. “And I know it’s not the easiest thing to talk about with your dad, so, if you have any questions, I’m happy to answer them.”

“Oh, I only have about a thousand, starting with, ‘Is it always so bloody?’” You laughed and scrunched your face up in empathetic disgust.

“Unfortunately, yeah. But you’ll get better about handling it as you go,” you eased her worry. “How about you and I go through some more of these questions downstairs while we wait for your dad?”

“I’d appreciate that,” she smiled.

Downstairs, you called up the pizza place that Joel had a magnet menu from stuck into his fridge, throwing in one of their cookie-pie desserts knowing that Sarah would appreciate it. Sarah joined you on the sofa a few minutes later, dressed in her pajamas and a throw blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“So, how long does this last?” she asked over the quiet hum of a Fresh Prince of Bel Air rerun.

“About a week. Some girls are blessed and only have to deal with a couple days of this, but it lasts about seven days for me,” you replied. “It also changes the longer you have it. Your period is gonna be really unpredictable for the first few months because your body is still adjusting to all these new hormones and stuff. Make sure you always keep a pad or two on you these next few months because it might strike whenever.”

“God,” she groaned. “I wish I was a boy.”

“That would be easier,” you agreed.

“You should’ve seen my dad’s face when I stood up and there was blood on my jeans,” she chuckled, her simples reminding you of her father. “I think he almost had a heart attack.”

“Poor guy,” you laughed. “When he called me up, he was so scared. I think he thought he had way more time to come to grips with the fact that you’re getting older.”

“If getting older means all this, I’m not sure I want to,” she groaned.

“Amen, sister.”

Joel’s key turning the lock of the front door caught both of your attention, your heads turning in his direction as he stepped inside the house. He eyed both of you hesitantly before cracking a sheepish smile.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Everything…okay?”

“Yeah, just giving her the run down,” you replied with a smile. Joel nodded and looked to Sarah as he made his way over to the sofa, sitting down in the space between the two of you.

“Alright,” he started, opening one of the plastic shopping bags he’d carried inside. “Got everything on the list except for a heating pad. We’ll have to get that in the mornin’.”

“Cool,” she gave her dad a smile and lowered her eyes to the shopping bag.

“Alright, so,” he looked to you for help as he started to go through what he bought. “Got some different pads, I don’t know—“

“These are good for daytime,” you aided his explaining, pointing at the package of smaller pads he held up. “Less bulky so you’ll feel better about walking around in them.”

“Okay,” she nodded and accepted the pack into her lap. Joel lifted another pack labeled as ‘overnight’.

“These are better for sleeping. They’re longer and hold more blood.” Both of them shuddered at the word as it left your lips, making you chuckle. “Everybody bleeds,” you reminded. “Women just bleed more often.”

“You’re right,” Joel gathered his composure and tried to be an adult about the situation, though you could clearly see his head spinning over the fact that his baby girl was growing up. “I also got you some…tampons,” he forced the word out of his mouth like it tasted bitterly. “In case—“

“I think I’m good,” she chuckled.

“Respect,” you nodded, offering her an amused smile.

“This is some medicine for your cramps and stuff,” Joel handed her the box of Midol and you noticed his hand was shaking. “Also got you this,” he handed her a bag of assorted chocolate candies, Sarah’s eyes lighting up at the sight.

“I get chocolate?” she beamed, earning a laugh from both of you.

“Yep,” he nodded, eyes flickering to yours. “Oh, there’s one more thing, but it’s in the truck. Gimme a minute.”

Joel got up and walked back outside while Sarah got up to put her new things away upstairs, leaving you alone on the sofa.

When he returned, he carried a toddler-sized teddy bear in one hand and two bouquets of brightly colored carnations in the other.

“Where’s baby girl?” he asked, looking boyish with his smile.

“Upstairs,” you smirked before tipping your head towards the flowers. “Nice touch.”

“Glad you thought so,” he approached you on the couch and plopped down beside you, setting the bear and one of the bouquets in Sarah’s seat before handing you the other. “These are for you.”

“Baby,” you cooed, a touched frown on your face as you accepted the flowers, lifting them to your nose. “What’s this for?”

“For being here,” he replied, soft and sweet. “But mostly just because I love you.”

“Don’t make me cry,” you ordered, playfully stern. Leaning over, you pressed your lips to his in a quick but deep kiss. “I love you.”

“Are those for me?” Sarah beamed as she walked into the room, pointing at the bear and flowers. Joel nodded and patted the seat beside him, welcoming his daughter into his side. “Thanks, dad.”

“No problem, baby girl,” he leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead, his arm draping over her shoulder to pull her into his side. “How ‘bout a movie?”

“Sounds good,” Sarah replied. “Oh, when does the pizza get here?”

“Pizza?” Joel turned to you with eager interest.

“With jálepeños and extra cheese,” you noted, delighting in the way his smile turned into a grin.

Joel shook his head at you as though he was amazed by you and reached over to lace his fingers with yours, mouthing a sinful promise for the evening to come. But for now, the three of you sat there on the couch, curled up, bellies full of pizza and sweets, all content with the family you’d become seemingly overnight.

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[onlybunss]

Friends Forever

Pairing~ Bestfriend!jungkook x Bestfriend!reader

Warnings~ soft!jk, pet names

A/N: This takes place before Always and Forever

Fuck my life... I think as I look at the blood-soaked clothes... I can't believe I had to get my period today of all days. I have a big presentation at work, and now this. Just my luck. I'll have to figure out how to clean this up quickly and get through the day. Maybe I can ask a coworker for help or run to the store for some stain remover and pads. Hopefully, I can still pull off a successful presentation despite this unexpected setback.

I take a deep breath and remind myself that I am strong and capable of handling anything that comes my way. This is just a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things, and I will not let it ruin my day. I grab my phone and text my coworker, Jungkook.

You : koo Koo❤🩹 : what's up? love You: Well… You know how I have the big board meeting. Koo❤🩹: Ofc I do You: Well.. My period came early, and I have no extra pads or tampons... Koo❤🩹: Oh no, that's rough. Don't worry, I can bring some to you before the meeting starts. If you want? You: That would be amazing; thank you so much! I owe you one. Koo❤🩹: No problem at all, that's what friends are for. Just focus on prepping for the meeting and I'll take care of the rest. You: Thanks again; you're a lifesaver!

Timeskip

Koo❤🩹: Love which one?

You: The Always Maxi Pads with Wings, Sizes 4 and 5, plss koo Koo❤🩹: Got it! I'll grab those for you. Be there in 10 love. You: Thank you so much, Koo! You're seriously the best friend ever. I really appreciate your help… Koo❤🩹: Of course, anything for you! Just let me know if you need anything else. You: Will do, thanks again for always being there for me. Your friendship means the world to me koo Koo❤🩹: No problem at all, happy to help. See you soon!

As I wait for Jungkook to arrive, I can't help but feel grateful for such a caring and reliable friend in my life. I know I can always count on Jungkook whenever I need a helping hand. I remember when I was feeling overwhelmed with work, and he stayed up late to help me finish my project… even though he had his own responsibilities to take care of. It's moments like those that make me fall in love with him…

You: I love you smm koo

Koo❤🩹: I love you more love…btw im here1

[lilyrizzy]

8. Concede max and daniel ❤️

Sorry anon, this defo isn’t what you wanted! Josh/daniel but mostly Max/daniel! Cw for complex feelings of regret after sex

Josh pulls out of Daniel and there is none of the sticky wet rush between his thighs that he is used to. There’s instead, a condom to tie off and throw in the vague direction of the bin. It falls against the floor with a sickly slap. The light in the room is too dim, no glow from the ever present lights of Monaco just the other side of the windows.

Even so, Daniel feels the same.

Climbing from the bed, Josh leans down to pat his ass two times with affection.

Good game, Daniel thinks a little hysterical.

Lifting his head from the pillows he’s spent the last twenty-so minutes buried in, his eyes follow Josh’s naked back as he pads into the next room without so much as a glance back.

“I’ll get you a water,” he throws over his shoulder.

Daniel bites down hard in his lip, stupidly worried that ‘sorry,’ will trip off the end of his tongue instead of ‘thank you.’

He thought, after, that the heavy weight in his stomach would lift. That proof of being desired, good for something by someone new would be enough. Now, it is just like the weight has travelled upwards, is pressing against his throat and threatening to choke him.

Pushing himself up with shaking arms, he swipes his phone off Josh’s beside table and makes his way to the bathroom on unsteady legs. A locked door between himself and the rest of the world does nothing to help his breathing come easier.

Instead, sitting himself down on the closed toilet lid, the harsh glare of spotlights instantly reminds him of the drivers rooms he’s spent the last ten years of his Sundays inside. It’s enough to make him weak.

Before he knows what he’s doing, his fingertips are moving across his phone screen, have found their way to Max’s contact that is still listed under ‘favourites.’ It’s not until the photograph of the two of them- Daniel smacking a kiss against a grinning Max’s cheek- lights up the screen as the dial tone begins that he remembers, wait.

He can’t tell Max this. He can’t tell Max anything anymore.

And it’s fucking ironic, really. Enough to allow a bitter laugh to escape Daniel’s throat as his sweaty fingertips slip against the button to end the call before Max answers. Months of Max begging Daniel to talk to me, and he can only find the words when the finish line has already been crossed.

Immediately, the photo lights up the screen again, a personal type of torment as Max calls back. It’s 4 AM in Monaco.

Daniel stares at the creases in the corner of his eyes, Max’s wide mouth split open in joy. One happy moment from millions, probably. At the time they’d seemed never ending which only makes his reality harder to stomach.

He lets the phone ring out. Keeps staring down at each new illumination of pain as Max keeps calling, again and again.

Daniel, comes Max’s text just as Daniel thinks he’s finally given up. There’s still a blue heart next to his contact name, Maxy. Please come home.

The familiar bluntness of his demand makes Daniel ache for something he stopped letting himself have a long time ago.

His fingers hover over the keyboard, but what can he say?

I just let another guy fuck me, I’m not sure you’d want me to anymore.

[mclarengf]

thinking about… max verstappen taking care of you when you’re drunk

note: this blurb came to me as i was taking my makeup off after my bday celebrations yesterday and then i was like ‘good golly, imagine if i had a hot f1 bf here with me rn’ and at first i thought alex but thats soooo obvious so here’s wee maxypoos

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you’re really drunk. max is well aware of this fact.

the two of you are halfway up the stairs. your arm is slung across max’s back; he is holding your heels in one hand and supporting you with the other.

he’d offered to swap shoes with you properly, eyeing your heels in the club and stating that he could probably fit in them. max is also drunk, of course, but he’s higher-functioning than you, which is why he’s in charge now.

it’s your birthday though, and max isn’t one to prematurely put an end to your celebrations, or let you wake up the next day complaining about your drunken uselessness, so actually, half the blame is on him too.

jimmy meows at you both condescendingly as you pass him, sat in front of your bedroom door. sassy had greeted you when you first came stumbling into the house, then ran off to avoid being trod on accidentally.

when you arrive in the bathroom, max sits you on the edge of the tub, trusting you enough to at least keep your balance here.

he pulls open the drawer under the sink and you hear bottles clink as they’re turned and fiddled with, max trying to read each label.

“here, close your eyes.”

he finally turns around with a wet cotton pad in his hand, pushing his sleeves up as he steps towards you. drunk you still has enough wits to have doubts about max’s capabilities, but you’re so tired, and it’ll probably still be easier for him to fuck up and then fix it, than for you to poke your eye out cause you fell asleep halfway through wiping off your mascara.

when he finally presses the cotton pad to your skin, he’s gentler than you’d expected. his thumb pushes your eyebrow up to pull your eyelid tauter so your makeup remover doesn’t find its way into your eyeball, and he’s quick to catch any drips that do potentially threaten your vision.

once he’s done with that eye, he moves onto the other, repeating each step just as carefully as before, slow movements picking up all the eye makeup he had watched you apply only a couple hours earlier. you don’t know if max realises, but he’s singing something under his breath as he goes. it’s really nice, a comforting tune. you must have heard it before somewhere, but your drunk mind doesn’t entirely care enough to dwell on the question.

you hum at him when he asks if you’re still awake, and tell him not to bother with trying to replicate your whole nighttime routine, because all you want now is sleep.

he finishes your pampering by misting your face lightly and holding your chin up as he applies your lip balm, “all done, schatje.”

“thank you, baby,” you mumble, leaning up towards him for a kiss, “mm, love you so much.”

max decides to leave your shoes in the bathroom to be tomorrow’s problem, and leads you back to your bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot. jimmy’s already slipped in through the crack; turning the ceiling light on reveals he’s found a new hiding spot on top of the dresser.

he’s happy to unzip you and help you step out of your dress, and even happier to see you pull one of his shirts over your head to sleep in. max loves all the small things that show you’re his; wearing his clothes, driving his cars, trusting him to always get you home safely.

“did you have fun today?” he asks, once you’re both in bed and he’s reaching over to turn the light off.

you nod sleepily.

“thank you for surprising me. that was really nice of you, maxie.”

he wraps an arm around you and settles your head on his chest. your legs are twisted together underneath the sheets, as they always are; his free hand starts running through your hair absentmindedly.

“did you see when daniel was dancing on the table? it was very funny. i will show you the video tomorrow,” he promises, “and then we can make fun of him together.”

max’s lisp is more prominent when he’s had a few, all his sibilants bunching up at the front of his mouth. you tell him this, semi-coherently.

he laughs, and then whispers for you to go to sleep.

“happy birthday, liefje.”

[leggerefiore]

We’ve seen how Pokémon characters react to being sick but how would Maxie + various other Pokémon characters of ur choosing react to you being sick?

cw: reader sick with a cold

characters: Maxie, Archie, Lysandre, N, Guzma

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The minute you begin to show signs of being ill, Maxie is banishing you to bed. Unlike with himself, he does not want to risk your pathogen spreading throughout his team and worries about your health. Unfortunately, he becomes a bit nervous to be around you due to a small bit of germaphobia. The redhead does get over it when you keep asking for him, however. This leads to him quarantining himself away with you to prevent further spreading it around. He also finds himself fretting over it being something worse than it actually is.

🪨 He sends out grunts to buy whatever you may possibly need to get over your bout of illness. Medicines, tissues, a humidifier, a dehumidifier, a heating pad – anything. Maxie is certain to make sure you have everything that could possibly aid you in getting over your sickness. He will help away any sweat from fevers and make sure that everything is clean around you both, too. Disinfectant is used gratuitously. Of course, excluding excessive physical contact. He loves you, yes, but he does not feel like joining you in bed-rest.

🪨 You watch him scramble out of your shared quarters at some lucid point of going in and out of consciousness and wonder what he is doing before passing back out. Yet, the slumber is short as the smell of something hot singes your nose. Maxie has returned with a soup, made by him. He may not be the best cook, but he carefully made a favourite quick meal of it to help boost you up. Its spice is nothing to scoff at, and somehow clears your sinuses from its sheer heat. You can only stare at him in wonder while downing water. Maxie seems very smug about this all.

🪨 Once again, cuddling is not happening. He cannot stand the idea of getting sick and being unable to focus on his work. Not to mention how certain he felt that Courtney sneaked into his quarters the last time he was sick and snapped a picture of him. Though, towards the end of the illness when he knows it's nowhere near as contagious as it was during the earlier stages, he may give in. He crawls under the covers at your side and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Your head ends up pressed to his chest as he tries to figure out how much longer you should be like this. At some point, you fall asleep, and he does not have the heart to push you away in the end.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 He honestly probably doesn't catch the earliest signs that you are getting sick. Archie just does not get sick often enough to understand what is happening. Though, after it becomes complete apparent you are ill, he makes sure you can be comfortable in bed. It most likely was something going around in Lilycove that his grunts accidentally brought in with him. The Aqua Leader ends up stuck at your bedside, too. Poor guy cannot handle his Luvdisc being in such a situation. (Shelly sprays him down with disinfectant when he leaves his quarters, knowing full well be didn't clean himself nor use any germ killer. She alone prevents the spread of the illness.)

💧 If you just vaguely mention wanting something while sick, he rushes out himself to get it. Local pirate man spied at a pharmacy buying up an inordinate amount of cold medicine. Probably got questioned by someone, but somehow got off. He also grabs whatever else you may have requested. Endless tissues, air humidifier (though it is probably unneeded in the seaside cave you live in), snacks, gifts – He runs into the Lilycove Department Store and nearly loses his mind. Archie just wants to help you get better as soon as possible.

💧 Somewhere in the madness of it all, grunts spy him in the hideout's kitchen. They can only wonder what he is making, but the smell of seafood clearly wafts through the air. You get pulled from a light slumber to a bowl of some kind of fish stew. Archie holds it out with big eyes. Needless to say, it was eaten by you. Even if Archie had to spoon it to you in a few moments of weakness. Truthfully, his cooking was not that bad. Just a tad heavy to consume while sick. You did somehow feel better after eating it, too.

💧 Honestly, when it comes to affection, he is all over his partner no matter what. Even if you are sick, he wants to be stuck to your side. You do not even have to ask for him to cuddle because his arms already tight around you and have you pulled into his chest. Your comfort is more than met. Archie even barely goes for kisses, despite the obvious risks. Your emotional needs are just as met as your physical needs. It made you wonder if that was why you became better so quickly. And, somehow, Archie managed not to get sick, either. His immune system appears to be something to be feared.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ The tall man feels stricken when you begin to develop the tell-tale signs of a cold. Especially as you try to continue going throughout life as you usually do. Lysandre quickly works to change that. Right before your cold gets worse, you find yourself forced into bed by your very distressed boyfriend. He scolds you for neglecting your own health. His heart aches at the thought of you suffering for no reason. Needless to say, when a near seven-foot man tells you to rest, you probably end up resting. Your shared home is kept clean by his efforts and that of a housekeeper, thankfully.

☕️ He already buys you everything you could possibly want, adoring to shower his darling in gifts. But, now, he is doing it in a frenzy. Special orders for medicines he believes will truly aid in shortening your illness and help alleviate your more painful symptoms. Tissues are always in supply near you and anything from a humidifier to some weird home remedy he does not quite understand but nonetheless gets for you. He only wishes to bring you comfort and happiness in your unfortunate state.

☕️ It comes as no surprise that he makes sure all the food you eat (in general) is extremely healthy and filling. He only has the best made for you by a restaurant he finds to by one of the best in Kalos. Of course, there is a time you find yourself eating an unfamiliar soup after waking up quite late from a near all-day slumber. Its flavour is pleasant and there is clearly a lot of skill put into making the dish, but it was obviously not made by the usual person who apparently had been making your food. You only learn it was a personal recipe that Lysandre had made after getting over your sickness. Supposedly, it was something that Sycamore had made for him at some point during their long friendship.

☕️ Lysandre is a rare hesitant about affection while you are ill. The last thing he needs in his busy schedule is to be forced to rest. Team Flare would almost certainly fall about without his leadership, and his duties as the president of his labs would stack up to a distracting degree. Yet, still, when you look at him with pleading eyes in such a condition, he feels weak to his own love for you. He gives in, allows you cling to him. Perhaps a bit of physical comfort would give your immune system the boost it needed to get through all this. You both end up drowsing off, cuddled up together.

🌿N👑

🟢 He is not sure how to react when your cold becomes too obvious to ignore. Panic consumes as he thinks about statistics of deaths related to illness, before he recalls what his sisters used to do for him when he was younger. Suddenly, your green boyfriend is dragging you back to bed and demanding you rest. N is so very worried. He has never had to handle another person being sick, so having his lover be the first one is making him fret too much. Hilda finds herself in a hard place when N calls to ask what to do and has to give him a run-down. He was a very quick learner, thankfully.

🟢 He finds himself unsure what to get for your symptoms, so he probably nearly grabs one of everything for cold medicine in the hopes it makes you get better fast. This, too, means he ends up buying some strange homeopathic things, but honestly, it is the thought that counts. And, he did actually manage to grab a few helpful things in his whirlwind shopping trip. N was also careful to stock up on tissues and the like. He just wants to help you get better so desperately and seems to be trying literally everything to help you.

🟢 This includes cooking. While he is not too familiar with the skill, he quickly finds aid in both his pokemon and human friends. Hilda makes sure he follows the recipe as best as he can, while the pokemon bring him the best ingredients out from the wild (besides what he had to buy). The dish is carefully made before being brought to you as you wake up from an extended nap. The soul is very herbal and probably skews a bit too bitter, but the love N put into making it is obvious. (You did feel strangely more energetic after finishing it, too.) He is happy that you enjoyed his desperate attempt to cook for you.

🟢 Poor green boy is stuck to you like glue while you are in such a state. The fear of getting sick does not even occur to him, all he simply wants to do is make you feel better. His affection is always so gently and warm with a hint of desperation. You probably feel completely at ease with the near always present touch of your adoring boyfriend. Thankfully, his immune system is hardened from his youth spent partially in the forest, so he does not get sick too easily. Though, he trusts if he falls ill that you would care for him all the same as, he did for you.

💀Guzma🕶

□ The minute you begin to show signs of sickness, Guzma honestly begins to worry. He does not express it aloud, of course. His reputation must be upheld, but you do notice him pushing you to rest. Whenever he gets up, he is extra careful to keep quiet and scolds any grunts making noise outside his room. Big bad Guzma just wants his partner to rest and get over whatever was coming over them quickly. Eventually, though, he does actually demand you rest. Your steps were a bit too wobbly for him to want you wandering around in the endless rain of the dilapidated Po town.

□ Poor guy rushes into a pharmacy in a near frenzy trying to find things he swore worked the last time he came down with something. The clerk can only watch this delinquent scrutinises an antihistamine like he actually understood how the active ingredients worked. Eventually, he settles on two he trusts before buying them, heading back to you. He also grabbed a few boxes of tissues, but they go so fast he finds himself out buying more a day later. Guzma also grabs anything else he thinks might help. Like tea. His mom always told him to drink tea when he was sick, so it has to work. (He has no idea what he is doing, but he is trying his best.)

□ At some point, he realises there is no food in Po town that is good for someone who is sick, so he has to grab ingredients while he is out buying more tissues. It feels like a never-ending cycle of madness. Then, when it came down to actual cooking, he tried his best to make something edible. That failed, however, and he instead returned to the tried and true canned soup. Hopefully, chicken noodles would cure your ailments. You happily eat the soup, and thank him for going out of his way for you. He can only give a laugh.

□ He does hesitate a bit when you first get sick with affection. Guzma actually despises feeling ill due to the weakness associated with it. But, when you tug on his jacket when he is about to leave, he finds himself relenting a bit. Fine, yeah, he will cuddle his sick partner. If he gets sick, then thankfully he already has medicine to take and a stash of canned soup. It also feels nice to comfort you as you nuzzle into his chest. You probably hate being in your condition in a place like this. He just combs his fingers through your hair and gives you a light scalp massage. At some point, you both fall asleep.

[jaeclerc]

just 3.1K of my maxiel demon au for the lovely @powerful-owl ! happy birthday <3 i knew i needed to gift you a little something because you are literally one of the reasons I started to publish any of my f1 works!

cw: mentions of death, blasphemy, and tail fucking

“Maximus,” Daniel greeted him, making Max look up from where he was fucking around on his computer instead of sorting some of the files that he was supposed to be sorting “Tell Torger I have a date so the SEED meeting is a no from me but a huge yes from Charles. And you.”

Max rolled his eyes, staring Daniel down. He was still floating from probably showing off to whoever this date was, trying to impress them with the fact that he was The Devil. Max had seen him try and pick up when they went to the occasional Earth-side bar and he always pulled out the floating and tail as if most people weren’t scared of such a figure like The Devil. He was always baffled when it worked and Daniel ditched them to go off and do whatever he did on these trysts.

(Max tried to never think about it, lest he has to address the deep jealousy that crops up)

“I do not want to go, Daniel.” Max sighed, his fingers going back to pecking out the email he had already pulled up to draft to George, Toto’s assistant. He did not want to go but he still would, because he knew that these small pleasures came rarely to Daniel.

He’s spent over 40 years with Daniel and Charles, he knew them better than he would wish to admit. He knew that Charles was riddled with guilt for disparaging his mother and then dying and he still visited her salon when he could, disguised as a random teen.

He knew that Daniel felt so heavy with the burden of what put him in the position to be The Devil that he rarely gave himself any sort of actual happiness. Underneath the cherry red eyes and poker tail, he was scared of what he had to do daily to maintain his existence. He was secretly devastated that he and his fellow soldiers had died in a war that was supposed to end them all, just for another one to pop up 20 years later. He held his responsibility heavy around his neck like a collared dog.

“I know, Maxi-Pad, but: I’m your boss and I want you to attend. It’ll be good to help you get promoted.” Daniel simpered, a sly smile on his lips at his own joke.

“Promoted to what?” Charles chimed in as he walked in, angel dust still on his cheekbones from his angel boyfriend. Max didn’t understand why he always had to be Daniel’s assistant when there were two of them and Charles was perfectly capable of file organizing and emailing.

“To my two favorite demons!” He wrapped his arms around the both of them, dimples showing as he hugged them close. Letting out a pleased hum as he saw the email that Max was drafting

“We are, of course, the only demons you have.” Max snorted, signing his email off and sending it, even with Daniel squeezing him close. The Devil smelt like La Labo and Old Spice deodorant, as well as the Downey softener that he made all of Hell use.

All of Hell was just the three of them plus Charles’ boyfriend, but he still insisted that they all used it.

“Exactly! But, you’ll be my favorite demons out of alllll the demons and angels there are and that’s pretty sweet.” Daniel let go of them as George replied, confirming that it was alright for them to attend rather than Daniel.

“Great, now that we have that sorted: Charles I need your help picking out an outfit.” Daniel pulled Charles along and Max glared at him as Charles mouthed “Sorry!” over his shoulder.

Max went back to fucking around on reddit forums about being in love with your boss and the implications of it. Just for research. Humanity had become so informational since Max had died.

^_^

Max stewed about as he waited for Charles to finish helping Daniel, waiting to pounce on the other demon and quiz him on everything he knew. Daniel and Charles were each other’s gossip partners, but Max was Daniel’s movie and grocery shopping partner so it evened out in time given. But, Charles still always had the information that Max felt like he was missing.

When Charles finally walked out with a faint grin that bloomed into an intense smile when he saw Max, giggling to himself as Max glowered at him.

“Max, you are so silly.” Was all he said when he finally stopped in front of him, hands crossed as he looked quite smug.

“What do you mean?” Max said, huffy and indignant even if he was admittedly acting super silly and like a teenager with a crush. Which was: accurate but embarrassing. He was only a teenager in body, but in his 50s in spirit and yet he was acting pouty and jealous.

“Just tell Daniel that you like him! He adores you, you guys are always going on little trips together, no?” Charles was always so cryptic with him, it was frustrating.

“That doesn’t mean-you know, the world wide web says that it’s unethical for a boss to sleep with an employee.” Charles snorted, flopping next to Max on the living room couch, sprawling out and putting his feet under Max’s legs, which Max just accepted. It was 15 years too late to shove Charles away, anyway.

“We’re not his employees, we are his friends. Seb told me that Daniel was so lonely before we were chosen and that’s why he picked us out. He needed someone like us. Someone like him.” Charles said.

“Insane?” Max asked

“Gay and lonely.” Charles amended, pausing before adding “And insane.”

Max huffed a laugh, hugging his arms around himself, before preparing himself to ask. But, he didn’t have to, Charles already coming out with it.

“The guy’s name is Emiliano.” He said, a small smile playing on his lips “And Daniel really seems to like him. He couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful his, ah, turquoise eyes were.”

Max openly stared at Charles. What a best friend he was, saying all of this to him when he knew how Max felt!

“Come on, let’s get ready for the meeting. We can go out afterwards.” Charles had that look in his eyes that he had whenever he was planning something. Probably going to try and set Max up at the club they frequent, just so he wasn’t stewing so much about what Daniel could possibly be doing with his tail.

Charles had him dressed in his best white button up, the ripped black jeans that hugged his ass and thighs but weren’t too tight, and even let him borrow a pair of Jordan’s that were pristine and baby blue.

He made him wear his best cologne and style his hair in the nice tussled style that Charles said he looked best in, a sly grin on his face the entire time.

Unusually, Charles wasn’t dressed up with him, he was just in a faded t-shirt and some sweats. But, Charles had a face that distracted from anyone paying attention to anything else and he was taken, so he didn’t need to look good like Max did when they went out.

^_^

When Max walked through their transporting door (not to get confused with the door that dropped into the fiery pits), he was surprised to find himself without Charles and in a low lit restaurant, not the pristine marble halls of Angel Court.

He was also surprised to see Daniel smiling at him, horns and his tail out. Just like Max liked him, unashamed and glowing in his pseudo-godhood.

“Wha-We are missing the meeting.” Max was confused. Someone had to show up at the meeting, it was important and they had already pushed it back twice. It was to review their efficiency and what they needed to fix, which was a lot in Max’s opinion.

“No, Charles is at the meeting, Maxy. We are here.” Max frowned as Daniel stood up, walking towards him. He didn’t understand. Daniel was supposed to be on a date with Emiliano with the blue eyes while Max stewed and tried to convince Toto to give them another demon just so Max could do less desk work and more in the field work with Daniel.

“What about your date?” Max asked, voice softening as Daniel pulled out the chair for him and lightly pushed him down into it.

“You are my date, Max Emilian.” Daniel smiled at him, head tilting as he looked Max up and down, making him feel like there were a bunch of ants crawling up and down his spine with the way he shivered.

Daniel sighed, amused as he continued to just look at Max with his red fire filled eyes, tail flicking behind him absentmindedly as he reached out, hesitant. His thumb brushed Max’s clenched fist, rubbing softly over his knuckles.

“You like me, Max.” It was a fact, a statement that Daniel seemingly knew to be true with the way it came out of his mouth. Max flinched, feeling suddenly exposed,

“I like you too. Have since ‘97 when you rescued that cat from one of the sinners we had to confront.” Max was still silent, which seemingly amused Daniel.

“You also leave those forums that you browse open on the computer.” He added, which Max flushed at. He still felt a little out of depth.

“I was only on Earth for less than 20 years.” Max defended, unclenching his fist as Daniel’s hand wrapped loosely around his. “I don’t know these things. I lost my virginity and then died.” He flushed again at that admission. He had only told Charles about that little fact.

“I know all of that already. I also know that you would’ve never told me you liked me because you’re afraid that it’s against company policy.” Daniel’s thumb rubbed absentminded circles on Max’s knuckle, making his brain only able to focus on how wonderful it felt to have Daniel touching him.

“Turns out: I make the policy and I’ve decided it’s perfectly fine that you like me and I like you. It’s actually encouraged.” He continued, pausing his thumb to get Max to actually look at him.

Max felt deranged with how the suppressed want flowed through him, with the hope and adoration in Daniel’s eyes. Those eyes were looking at him, staring him down and Max wanted to lunge across the table and seal Daniel’s mouth shut with his own. He wanted to strip both of them down until all they had on was their matching horns (red for Daniel and gold for Max). He wanted to cry and yell that they’ve could’ve been together since 1997.

Instead he just replied, quite even and simple if he were to say so himself, “Well if it’s not against company policy and my boss is encouraging it, then, of course, as the star employee, I have to do it.”

Daniel beamed at him, lacing their fingers together.

^_^

Dinner was a quiet, tension filled affair. By the time that Max had his polite three bites of dessert, he was ready to go back home and present himself to Daniel like a cat in heat.

Instead, they walked out the door of the cute Italian restaurant and started walking, Daniel swinging their hands between them as he chatted with Max about small things. Max just wanted to get home, back to Hell and the comfort of their shared house so he could kiss Daniel, too nervous to kiss him in public, unsure how people would react around them.

“Are you good?” Daniel asked as he noticed Max start to slow down, dragging his arm out.

“Can we go home?” Max asked instead of answering. Daniel tilted his head before nodding, his face looking a little less excited than he was before. He snapped his fingers and guided Max through the next available door, right into their living room.

“What’s-“ Max didn’t let Daniel finish, gripping his shoulders and pulling him in for a frankly messy kiss, all nerves and inexperience. Daniel relaxed, hands coming up to cup Max’s jaw, tail wrapping around Max’s waist as they fell into each other.

Daniel was a lot more smooth than Max, coaxing him out of his frantic kissing and into something a little more slow and exploratory, gently tasting each other’s mouths.

Max wanted more and more. He secretly knew that if he ever had Daniel, he would actually lose his mind. He would never be able to have his fill, the endless void of want opening itself up to consume everything Daniel could ever give him and that scared him. The enormous feelings that encompassed him whenever Daniel was around. It was a million times worse already, now that he knew Daniel wanted him back.

He was canting his hips into Daniel’s without even realizing, seeking his warmth to soothe the burn of his own need.

“Max.” Daniel chuckled as Max let out a soft gasp, his own eyes flying open as he felt flooded with embarrassment. He had also feared that his desperation would be so easy to see the moment that he was ever in this position. It wasn’t easing his mind that he was right: Daniel was going to make him absolutely sick with love and want.

He pulled away, wanting to curl up and hide from his own arousal, his body pulsing like he had a heartbeat still.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Daniel soothed, his tail still wrapped around his waist, drawing him in. He pressed a kiss to the space under Max’s ear, pulling him close. Max could feel Daniel’s dick against his hip, half hard and pressing against him as Daniel trailed small kisses against Max’s neck, making his head tilt to the side.

“Daniel-“ He cut himself off before he continued, trying to find the words “Let me.”

He pulled away just a little so he could make Daniel feel good but paused when Daniel’s hands covered his, stopping him.

“Don’t worry about that, baby.” Daniel assured him, his hands guiding Max’s hands to his waist. “We have plenty of time for me. I’ve been tortured into watching you wear these jeans for years without being able to appreciate your thighs.” His hands dropped from Max’s to grab at Max’s ass, palming it before sliding down and gripping Max’s thighs.

Max let out a soft sound, his hips twitching into thin air as Daniel gripped him before letting go and unhooking his button and unzipping his jeans with quick efficiency that had to come from practice. Max would ruminate over that later when he didn’t have Daniel’s hands down his pants, cupping him gently through his boxers.

Max had always been secretly ashamed of what he was (or wasn’t, rather) packing. Even the guy he fucked in the confession box had seemed a little shut down when he realized that Max didn’t exactly have the length to fuck him and so he’d have to top.

But Daniel looked down at what his hand was cupping and audibly moaned when he saw Max’s cock jutting out, barely the length of his middle finger and flushed an angry red from his want.

“I’m so-“ Max started and Daniel cut him off with a shake of his head, palming Max and wrapping his thumb and forefinger around him, stroking him as he used his other hand to press his thumb against the mole on Max’s lip, effectively shutting him up.

“You drive me insane with how perfect you are, don’t you dare apologize.” Daniel’s eyes flared with more fire as he spoke. Max’s lips parted, not to disagree but to take Daniel’s thumb into his mouth, sucking in long draws when he couldn’t think of anything else. He needed something to ground himself before he came all over Daniel’s hand from some heavy petting and praise.

Daniel’s tail crept down the back of Max’s boxers, which were now sagging down his thighs, the poker end gently pressing against him as if Daniel was trying to breach him. Max’s hand flew up to grip Daniel’s hair but caught on his horn, grabbing the first thing felt for purchase as the end gently probed against him, his toes curling in his borrowed shoes.

This was going to end embarrassingly quickly if Daniel didn’t stop using everything he had against Max.

Max hissed, sounding muffled against Daniel’s thumb as he continued to use his tail on him, not pushing far, just enough to make Max feel set on fire from his greatest fantasy coming to life.

“You want my tail?” Daniel asked, seemingly blown away by Max’s reaction to some light exploring. Max felt feverish at the suggestion, just nodding as his eyes fluttered open and then shut, the whole image too much for him.

Daniel took his thumb from Max’s mouth, even as Max tried to chase it, worrying that he would spill just how much he wanted every part of Daniel inside of him at once and how much he had fantasized it.

He heard a snap before he felt something cold drip down his crack and over hole, slick and viscous. He realized, probably a couple seconds too late, that Daniel had conjured lube so he could give Max just that.

The first press of Daniel’s tail inside of him had him feeling light headed as Daniel slowly stroked him, thumb pressing the under side of his cock deliciously, seemingly deeply aware of what made Max tick already.

Max gasped as it breached him fully, curled up inside of him and just tad too hot to be fully human, making him swear as he attempted to rock back against it, his fingers curling around Daniel’s horns even more, yanking him down as Daniel gasped as well, mouth instinctively sealing against Max’s collarbone.

Max’s horns were very sensitive and they were only a third of the size of Daniel’s, so he can’t imagine just how sensitive Daniel’s were with how Max was holding onto them.

Daniel’s tail curled inside of Max again and he felt himself hurdling down the cliff into pure bliss as he moaned, spilling onto Daniel’s hand embarrassingly quick, clenching around Daniel’s tail as he came down.

Daniel as breathing heavily, his hand that caught Max’s cum furiously stroking himself off, his mouth still sucking on Max’s neck as he hurdled down after Max, spurred on by the way that Max was stroking his horns, watching with his mouth dropped open in awe.

“Fuck.” Daniel half laughed once they were both breathing normally, his tail still in Max. “We need to see just how much of my tail you can take.”