#and she & ab start to connect again

[kissingmilfs]

ʚɞ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ʚɞ

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞.

𝟏𝟖+ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 & 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒏𝒊

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

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an incessant blaring sound interrupts your nighttime routine. at first, you assume its from the apartment building next to yours. but then the smell of smoke slowly infiltrates any crevice and vent it can seep through. the noises of people frantically exiting the building doesn’t quell the alarm. you feel horrible for thinking what a major inconvenience this is. half of your hair is set with curlers. you grab your purse, keys and phone and follow the crowd down the stairs safely.

once you’re in the night air, you thank whatever gods may exist, it wasn’t your building effected. firefighters flutter in and out of the apartment units sharing an alley with yours. the flames appear somewhat tamed. neighbors mindlessly chatter—speculating what could have caused the fire. EMTs already set up a barricade but it doesn’t stop human curiosity. folks pressing tightly on the wooden barricades and incessantly pestering cops, firefighters or EMTs for any update.

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thirty minutes later, the flames have succumbed to the efforts of the firefighters. a lingering smell of smoke sits in the air. mud and water mix with the black ash on the building. you see familiar faces crying and holding each other. the firefighters did their best but half of the building got hit the hardest. guilt washes over you. here you felt inconvenienced by the alarm but people have lost most of their belongings and most likely have to start from scratch.

unexpectedly the crowd erupts with a thunderous clap and cheering. it takes no time to realize everyone is commending the firefighters for their hard work. you witness the civil servants peeling off their helmets one by one. it’s clear all of them are exhausted. then some women start dog whistling. with an arched eyebrow, you locate the firefighter causing all the chaos.

the woman stands over 6 feet. she already removed the top layer of the suit which dangles off one shoulder. the moonlight and street lights reflect off her brown skin glistening with sweat. you can hear the gulp of women, straight and queer, as the firefighter curls her fingers underneath her fitted and soaked white t-shirt. she brings the hem of her shirt to her face—wiping off sweat and lingering ash. the entirety of her abs are on display. without even straining you see a drop of sweat rolling down her stomach.

a few women start fanning themselves. you even witness one pushing her cleavage up for prominent display. you hear through the chaos someone announcing residents in your building are allowed to enter again. sighing your relief, you start following the crowd. someone grabs your elbow—trying to get your attention.

swiftly turning around, you’re met face to face with the firefighter causing the lustful gazes and audible desires. with the distance closed—you’re able to see the faded scars on her face and the beginning wrinkles on the corners of her eyes. something about her, her face, those intense grey eyes stirs familiarity in your core. she presents you with a crooked smile.

“don’t recognize me, stranger?” her voice emerges as if from the squashed flames themselves.

you narrow your eyes and let them inspect those features. her fluffy and long eyelashes. her silken black hair that frames her face. the richness of her skin tone provoking you to kiss every inch.

you gasp with recognition. “sevika?”

sevika lets out the tiniest chuckle and nods. her hand on your elbow remains. it sends warmth and comfort throughout your arm. now that you’ve placed the face—you cannot believe you did not connect the dots sooner. yes, she’s aged but she’s still sevika. maybe not your sevika but still the sevika you grew up with.

the same sevika who fiercely protected you and let you crawl into her bottom bunk. the same sevika who beat up the boys for touching you the wrong way. then wiping your tears away moments later. especially the same sevika that took you to the overlook and shared your first kiss with. your guardian angel you never stopped thinking about or hoping turned out okay.

“you’re a firefighter now?”

“well i’ve been one for ten years but yeah.” sevika hold on your elbow shifts, you almost cry, but she only moves her hand underneath it.

your eyes continue searching sevika’s. “i thought you might’ve moved away or…”

sevika knowingly crooks a smile. “or jail?” you cringe but sevika laughs. “yeah, well i came too close a few times. but must’ve had my own guardian angel or something because the last time i got arrested—the judge told me enough was enough. she sent me to some reform program. i ended up liking the firefighter gig so…permanently fighting fires.”

“i’m so proud of you, sev. really.”

“thanks, kid.” sevika takes one step back then inconspicuously checks you out. “maybe not a kid anymore. you’ve filled out well.” she reaches out with her free hand and lifts some hair away from your ears. “and you’ve grown into your ears.”

an instantaneous blush spreads on your cheeks and you swat sevika’s hand away. your fingers reach to situate your hair but sevika catches them. you watch as sevika brings your hand to her lips, pressing a tender kiss on your knuckles. the feel of those full lips sends signals all over your skin. it’s almost the same effect she unwillingly provoked on all those women. refraining from retracting your hand, you keep your eyes locked on sevika.

she only smiles. her lips spreading across your knuckles. dammit. sevika fully knows the effect she’s having on you. she drinks it in eagerly despite your limited reactions.

“you hurt or anything? you didn’t live in that building, right?”

you shake your head in response to both questions. sevika smiles again. “oh, good. not a damsel in distress anymore. i get off in an hour. you’ll still be up?”

blinking away your visible confusion, you think over her question. “um, probably, yeah? why?”

a laugh rumbles in sevika’s chest but it never escapes her lips. “because i wanna come over, pretty girl. it’s been so long. can you blame me for wanting to make up for lost time?”

“oh. no, i mean, yes.” you groan—feeling like that helpless teenager that always needed sevika around. “yes, you can come over. i’ll be up. im apartment 8C—ring the buzzer and i’ll come get you.”

sevika hums her acknowledgment then releases her hold from your hand and elbow. yet her touch doesn’t cease and she reaches for a few strands of hair. “it’s kinda unfair, ya know?”

“what’s unfair?”

“you’re outside in a robe and hair half done but still the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

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placing a kettle on the stove, you reach for two mugs and a container of all your special teas. sevika won’t know, but you never offer anyone your good teas. tonight feels special though. you can feel those grey eyes boring into your back. in the hour and a half window sevika allotted you—you showered, finished with the curlers in your hair, and found a pair of your cutest pajamas. the ruffles on the hem of the shorts barely grazed the crease meeting your butt and thighs. maybe overly ambitious?

when you had greeted sevika at the front door—you could tell her eyes didn’t know what to take in first. in sevika’s mind you were the picture of femininity. pink cotton pajamas hugging your curves sinfully. the cute little bow on the camisole teasing her eyes. she hadn’t expected her heart to momentarily stop at witnessing a fray strand you missed in your curler set. and the way you smelled? a mixture of strawberries and coconut with the faintest dash of something earthy.

sevika’s always found hyperfemininity attractive in the women she dated and slept with. but it was something about you…you wore it effortlessly and without second thought. it was apart of you.

she took in your apartment but eventually found herself staring at you as you prepared the tea.

“need any help, pretty girl?”

the words linger in the air before settling into your skin. when did she get so comfortable with petnames? the kettle whistles pulling you away from the lustful thoughts. “i’m good, thanks. do you still take a heap of sugar and milk in your tea?”

sevika barks out a laughter and you cannot help looking over your shoulder to witness the melodic sound. “i guess some things don’t change. yeah, you know what i like.”

squashing your nerves, you carefully pack some tea herbs into a tiny meshed infuser. once they’re packed—you steadily pour water over them in the mugs. normally you’d watch the tea steep, darkening the water, but instead you carry the mugs over to sevika. placing them down carefully on the thrifted mahogany coffee table, you rush back into the kitchen grabbing a pint of milk, brown sugar and some shortbread cookies.

there’s a sudden warmth that appears behind you. before you can properly investigate a calloused yet familiar hand gently rests on your waist.

“you sure you don’t need help with that…sugar?”

you’re hopeless against the drawl of sevika’s words. the end of her sentence hitting with a double entendres. you cannot place a time sevika’s petnamed you, sugar. she awakens another level of curiosity and arousal within you. if only you could see the look on sevika’s face. the knowing smirk of her affect on you. her pupils dilating and darkening in a way you’ve never been privy to.

you cannot help the racing of your heart. or closing your eyes. you don’t even notice you’re leaning back into sevika’s comfortable warmth until her hand shifts towards the front of your hip. as if she’s catching you and relaying the same message: i miss you.

“yes, you can carry the sugar, sev.” the words somehow manage to crawl out after the long pause between question.

sevika barely grunts her response before reaching underneath your arm. she purposely leans forward. her hips now pressed against your butt. you feel the encompassing safety of her broad shoulders brushing on your neck. you find yourself holding your breath until she pulls away. her prosthetic arm, this one different than the one from the fire earlier, smoothly retrieves the sugar jar.

then she steps back, as if, nothing happened and walks nonchalantly back to the couch. she might as well have whistled with the cockiness oozing off of her. you shakily inhale, one, two, three, then exhale, four five six. jitters remain nonetheless.

you find sevika on the love seat and taking up space at that. yes, you technically have room to sit. but you’d be forced to sit directly underneath her. despite the presence of another sofa, you are both aware that is not how this dance flows.

as sevika already suspected, you delicately lower yourself in the couch cushion next to her. your thighs have no space besides pressed tightly against hers. you cannot tell if you’re hallucinating or can actually feel the warmth through her jeans. not wanting to address the obvious silence you begin prepping the teas. a crap ton of sugar and then enough milk the color turns almost a sandy color.

sevika intently watches your actions. your fingers moving with remembered fluidity. she likes the color you polished your nails. finding herself wondering how they’d juxtapose against the pinkness of your spread pussy. sevika cannot deny the intense arousal building within her. it came the second she spotted your face. it dwelled and grew with her longing to hold you and whisper how much she missed you.

every second spent in your presence reminded sevika why she never lasted long in previous relationships. it took her some therapy and time alone to realize she unintentionally looked for you in every kiss, every hug, every fuck. no one ever came close to the calming water you poured on her raging fire. she could not leave the apartment without, at least, holding your face and kissing you tenderly then passionately.

“i learned to make chai. authentic chai.” your carefully plucked words barely relieves the tension.

sevika tips her head a little. “you did? why?”

you blush and hand sevika her tea. the answer feels rather obvious. “you said whenever we got outta there—you’d make me your amma’s chai.” you stop there. you cannot bring yourself to finish. but you know sevika can deduce and fill in the rest.

“did it help?”

“help with what?”

“help you feel closer to me.”

the words linger between the two of you. sevika’s expertly laid her intentions out with a few words. the bait flops in your hands—far too easy to deny or resist.

you turn your head—finally meeting sevika’s gaze for the first time since she entered the apartment. you expected another cocky smirk. instead you’re met with rounded eyes of vulnerability. they almost pool sevika’s desperation. even if you had planned on lying, on denying the obvious, everything vanished. reflected back at you was the same fifteen year old girl you fell in love with.

“no. no, it didn’t. nothing did.” you whisper out the words. almost believing if you speak the truth you’ll awaken from a beautiful dream.

sevika rests her mug on the coffee table. mindful of the coaster present. you focus on the action but within seconds her hand, no longer on the mug, cups your face. it emanates the lingering warmth from her mug. even without thinking, you reach for her prosthetic arm rested on her lap. you settle it on your other cheek. the balance of cold metal and warm flesh somehow feels symbolic. or maybe you’re searching for too much meaning in reuniting with an old friend…lover?

the magnetic pull draws you both closer until your lips are slotted together. moving in synchronization as if 15 years haven’t passed. as if you didn’t only share one kiss. all the longing and aching over pours into the kiss. your heart somehow thumps rapidly yet feels calm and steady within its cavity. when sevika tenderly swipes her tongue against your plump bottom lip—you know in that instance you’d do anything she wanted.

you graciously part your lips with a whimper. you feel sevika hesitate before she parts your lips by an inch.

“you always sound like that, pretty girl?” sevika barely murmurs the question on your lips.

too impatient to answer or decipher what sevika means, you take the inch of space back and unite your lips once again. sevika laughs into the kiss and indulges the neediness. she is just as desperate, maybe even more. her hands ever so slightly tighten their hold on your face. a tiny whimper escapes once again as sevika tangles her tongue with yours. she responds with a eager grumble of her own.

sevika, testing the waters, pretends to pull away. your lips, without hesitation, chase after hers. you both do this dance until sevika manages to guide you into her lap. any hesitancy dissolves. you are reunited with an old flame and you’re desperate to kindle it and let it burn and consume you. straddling sevika’s hips, panting into the kiss, sevika presses one hand on your lower back—keeping you firmly in place.

letting your body make the decisions, not wrapped in the cloud of lingering doubt, you nip on sevika’s lower lip. sucking flesh between your lips as your tongue strokes the inner softness of her lip. you relish the feeing of sevika’s hand gripping your back. the little groan she emits. her shifting underneath—as if you’re already getting her hot and bothered (you are).

her grip still firm on your lower back—sevika tips her head back on the couch. her eyes remain closed as she processes the weight of her actions and of you in her lap. your own lips tingle as you analyze sevika’s face. a smile stretches on yours as you notice her thoroughly kissed and swollen lips. you’re already itching for another kiss. instead, patient as ever, your fingers work to remove the curlers from your hair. it’s no point in pretending you and sevika are not having sex tonight. curlers and sex don’t necessarily pair.

sevika eyes barely manage open as she feels the shift in her lap. she watches in intense fascination as you free your hair. there are varying curl patterns since some curlers where in place longer than others. your fingers delicate despite the slight panting on your chest. your nipples already pert in attention. you do not catch sevika’s gaze until you’re almost done.

she smiles without hesitation the second your eyes meet. her hands begin wandering up your sides. in the wake your camisole rides up with the action. goosebumps populate your skin. your fingers almost tremble pulling the last bobby pin. sevika drags you closer the second the final curl falls. your hair creates a curtain of privacy.

sevika rakes her eyes over the exposed skin and how your camisole rests underneath your breasts. “can i take this off, pretty girl?”

an immediate nod comes from you. “please, yes.”

sevika moans. she moans at your eagerness and how willing you are to trust her. the surprise only lasts momentarily as sevika’s peeling off the tiny fabric. you watch her lips fall apart with a flux of emotions on her face. once the shirt is freed from your hair—sevika opens her mouth to ask for permission.

your hand cradles the back of sevika’s neck and draw her closer to one nipple. “you don’t have to ask permission, sev. i want what you want.”

sevika moans again with the permission. you effortlessly taking control of what you want—turns sevika on more than she’s ready to admit. nonetheless her lips circle around your nipple. her tongue darts around the bud. it earns her the response of you bucking your hips and pushing her closer to your breast. she gladly obliges.

her lips suction your nipple with a little more pressure. a hand comes to cup the neglected breast. palming and kneading with expertise. her large hand encompasses in a way you don’t think any lover has before. her teeth carefully experiment with nibbling on your nipple. you whine in response.

your hips move on their own accord. the combined sensation of teeth, tongue, lips and her hands leaves you desperate and wanting. you relish in the feeling of her jean crotch providing the perfect friction to your needy grinding. sevika groans into your nipple once she connects the dots.

her lips move from your nipple. a string of saliva leaving a connection. she lifts her eyes to yours. a sound traps in your throat seeing the pure need in sevika’s eyes.

hushed and rushed words tumble from sevika’s lips. “i need to make you feel good, baby. please. please can i taste you?”

you are positive sevika’s never had such desperation in her words. because you know no one in their right mind could deny her. but with you…she’s uncertain. the years of yearning bubbling over into this precise moment. you capture her lips in response. trying to say; yes take everything, all you need and want, drink and fill yourself.

with grace of a ballerina—sevika turns the tides and she’s standing with you in her arms, bridal style. you don’t even have the opportunity to be thrown off guard. she moves around your apartment as if she’s walked in this space numerous times. sevika locates your room without instruction.

she lowers you on the bed like a delicate flower. you’re tempted to protest but you give her the grace. you both deserve a tender reunion. sevika hastily steps out of her jeans. she stands before you in her navy boxers and a black shirt. your breathing matches hers with built up tension and anticipation. sevika moves closer to the bed and you begin crawling backwards.

she catches your ankle, shaking her head. “not yet, baby.”

sevika kneels at the edge of the bed on the floor. understanding without her saying much, you position yourself where she placed you before. sevika nuzzles her cheek against the inside of your knee. your fingers find solace in her strands. your nails softly scratching at her scalp. with your soothing yet tingling touch sevika begins her journey of kisses up your thighs. interchangeably switching sides until her lips meet the hem of your shorts.

sevika’s eyes travel the length of your body and her lips spread into a smile as you lift your hips. chuckling lowly, sevika parts with enough space to remove your shorts and underwear in one swift motion. she loses her breathing at the sight of you bare before her. the tussles of hair on your mound travel down to your lips. sevika gently widens your thighs. her action reveals how drenched you are. she can hear the slick separating between your folds. her mouth salivates at the sight and sound.

her hands massage at your thighs eliciting a trembling moan from you. you whimper, looping one leg on sevika’s shoulder. digging the heel of your foot into her shoulder blade to draw her near.

“don’t make me beg, sev. come on…”

sevika groans and circles her arms around your thighs, tugging you closer off the edge of the bed. “i’m sorry, princess. i don’t mean to make you wait. let me fix that.”

she presses a chaste kiss on your clit. you’re about to admonish her for teasing but your words are caught in your throat. sevika roughly drags her tongue up the length of your cunt. she moans deeply as your taste floods her mouth. now paired with your scent, sevika knows she will never get enough. her fingers firmly grip into your thighs and she feasts.

her tongue expertly explores every single inch it can reach. she starts with the languid yet pressured licks. each lick causes you to buck into her mouth. too unaware you could potentially bust her upper lip. not that sevika cares either. she switches her methods and uses the tip of her tongue to tease circles on your clit. she basks in the heavy moan you release as she focuses on your clit. your hips move in faint circles meeting each stroke of her tongue. one hand remains in sevika’s hair—softly caressing her hair or on occasion tugging on the silk-like strands.

sevika whimpers into your cunt as you play with her hair. her whimpers vibrate on your clit in such a sensual way. it produces a high pitched whine that you’ve never heard from yourself. even sevika briefly paused to fully appreciate the noise that graced her ears. nonetheless she returns to worshiping your clit. as she sucks it between her pursed lips, her own hand snakes down into her boxers.

not at all surprised with the pool of her own arousal. her calloused fingers rub an immediate circle around her clit. she’s so wet and sensitive she can barely feel the roughness embedded on her fingertips. but that’s not the stimulation she’s seeking. the second sevika’s tongue dips inside your cunt—her two fingers push past her entrance. you and sevika simultaneously groan. sevika allows you the opportunity to arch off the bed and grind down on her tongue. the warm and wet muscle teasing that special, squishy spot inside of you. her own fingers knuckles deep inside herself.

sevika almost cries into your pussy with the overwhelming sensations. riding her own fingers while you ride her tongue. through the haze in her eyes sevika witnesses the beauty of you chasing your desires. she wants you to topple over on her tongue continuously. if she could, she’d put brush to canvas and honor this moment forever. it only instills in sevika she must never depart from your life again.

your fingers tug sevika’s hair. sevika replies with a whimper and somehow understands the frantic look in your eyes. her lips return to your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. she witnesses your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. her own hips speeding up in hopes of climaxing with you. sevika’s tongue dashes across your clit occasionally intent on seeing you lose control with the added stimulation.

“seeeev!” your back arches off the bed and your thighs squeeze her head in place.

those manicured nails sevika adores so much scrape over her scalp. she moans with the stinging sensation. her fingers make squelching noises as she works them rapidly. you’re too lost in the heights of your climax. unable to register sevika is fucking herself as her mouth sends black spots over your vision.

sevika, relentlessly, obliges after hearing a pleading whimper. her lips leave a departing kiss on your clit before pulling away. but sevika continues grinding on her fingers. she bites into your thigh as she chases her own release. it takes everything in you to prop up on your elbows. your eyes watch in widened excitement.

she catches your gaze and you forget how to breathe. the unadulterated need and yearning in those grey eyes set you off for another round. sevika seems to read your thoughts before they even form. she carefully retracts her fingers then climbs on the bed. sevika helps guide you towards the center of the mattress.

“you flexible, pretty girl?” sevika questions. her soaked fingers teasingly run through your folds.

“depends. why?”

sevika smiles too wide for it being such a loaded question. she spreads your legs wider then hovers a little above you. you instinctively press your hand into the shell of her lower back. urging the woman to apply more of her weight. sevika happily follows the non-verbal instruction. she sighs at the feeling of your body.

her intentions soon become clear as sevika presses her swollen and perturbed clit on your mound. you let out a shaky gasp at the sensation. sevika reaches underneath your knee and lifts your leg on her shoulder. a guttural moan escapes you from the unexpected stretch.

“fuck, i’m sorry, baby. too much? i can stop.” sevika is already attempting to lower the leg.

without hesitation you grab sevika’s wrist and shake your head. “no, please. i need to see you come. please…use me.”

sevika bucks her hips with the unexpected words you bestow on her. she leaves the leg on her shoulder. her works to find the perfect rhythm and fluidity to grind her clit down. she eventually settles on moving her hips up and down. it allows both your clits to feel stimulated when she drags down. her prosthetic fingers dig into your thighs as her hips work in momentum. once you’ve grown accustomed to sevika’s pacing—you lift your hips to meet her halfway.

you almost drool at the sight of sevika’s head thrown back in ecstasy. the rhythmic bumping of your clits. the sensitivity it invokes—one you’re bound to chase for the rest of your life. sevika lets out the tiniest mewl. it sounds so unlike her, you almost question, if it came from you. yet her eyes are half hooded and eyebrows scrunched as if in concentration. a thin layer of sweat shines on her face. she’s majestic.

sevika attempts to focus her gaze on you. a pleading tone laced into her words. “baby…baby…gonna…pl-please…”

you refrain from the shit eating grin wanting to overtake your face. “asking me to come, sevi-baby?”

biting her lip, sevika nods shamelessly, needing the permission. craving the permission from her most special girl. “please…”

“you’re perfect, sevika. i’ve missed you. go ahead, beautiful. come for me. let me see you…”

sevika turns her head into the propped leg on her shoulder and messily kisses the tender flesh. you continue meeting her hips despite sevika forgoing any sort of rhythmic pacing. she whispers incoherent love rambles and gratitude. a moan trapped in sevika’s throat gives away her platitude. she slams her hips into you, as if, coming inside of you.

her body tenses above you right before moans bubble from her lips. eventually her tension alleviates to waves of trembling. you remove your leg from her shoulder and instantly sevika collapses atop of you. her legs slotted with yours. you feel just how wet this ordeal made her.

sevika nuzzles her nose into neck. your fingers trace nonsensical shapes over her back. overtime your hearts sync as you listen to each others breathing.

“my pretty girl…it’ll be until death do us part before we are separated again.” sevika whispers the promise into your neck.

an exhausted yet satiated smile tickles your cheeks. “is that a marriage proposal, sevika?”

sevika cheekily nips the sensitive skin of your neck. “and a promise, sugar.”

[binmeister]

Can we get the Saja boys reacting to male bodyguard reader please. Imagine Abby trying his best to show off his muscles to the fans by posing and flexing while reader acts like a gentle and protects people from flying buttons coming from Abbys shirt. This gains reader more fans. Then there Baby demanding a piggyback from reader.

Working with the Saja Boys

Saja Boys x Bodyguard!Reader | Brief Huntr/x x Bodyguard!Reader

Needed to write more because you guys are so right... now I can’t stop thinking about Bodyguard!Reader reprimanding a bunch of demon hooligans - dad!friend type where the guys just kinda wanna be your friend by the end of everything because you’re actually.. chill?

Have some silly drabbles - enjoy ! (hopefully)

CW: not proofread, masc pronouns, a wee bit nonsensical

How’d this happen? Why exactly were you on bodyguard duty for the Saja Boys? A demon boy group that your mother would have you castrated for if she could for even entertaining the thought had it been your own. But it wasn’t. It was Bobby’s idea since he felt that the boys didn’t have enough protection from what he’s heard about their fan signing events, so he had offered up you to help them out. Because you’re reliable and dependable.

Yep. Thanks Bobby.

Which lead you to the current situation, standing outside of the building on alert and calmly asking fans if they could stay put and not push or shove each other. For their safety as well as the boys. But then you hear a fan scream out in front of you and you’re confused on why, then you feel a muscled arm swing over your shoulders and you feel the weight of Abs as he leans into you.

“Hey bud.” He chimes out, sly smirk on his face as he lets his golden eyes flash for a second and like he isn’t being a liability right now. He briefly glances at the fans in front of you and gives them a little wave with his free arm as fan service. Then you feel the arm slung heavy over your shoulders shift and he’s feeling up your opposing bicep which makes you freeze - what the hell?

“Oh you’re BUILT my guy.” He compliments as he steps back now, eyeing over your build with approval - what was your routine? How many hours do you spend working out to get this sturdy? Would you want to talk to him about it? Abs was a gym junky and everyone can collectively agree on that.

“...thanks...” You mumble out as you give him a quizzical stare, a little thrown off at his personality as you expected maybe a little more demonic slyness from him but the look he gave you as he eyed you was anything but hunger and more earnest curiosity. 

“CAN YOU SHOW OFF FOR US?” “PLEASE FLEX!” “ABBY I LOVE YOUUUU!” “YOU GUYS ARE SO HOT!”

Fans started to lose their minds a little at what they were seeing, two attractive men performing skin ship? YES! ‘Abby’ had stepped out of your space fully now and put his attention back onto the crowd of fans before you both and his signature smirk was still present on his face as he started to flex. Shirt clinging on for dear life and you realised the potential risk this could cause so what did you do? You stepped in front of him with your back to the fans and placed one hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest where one of his shirt buttons was begging to hold on.

“Let’s not do this.” You muttered to him as you proceeded to spin him around with no resistance from him and guided him into the venue. All Abby did during this was wave at the fans as he was ushered away and he just let you continue pushing him, tilting his head back slightly to try and talk to you a little more.

“Do you wanna hit the gym after this?”

There was a second instance where you were assisting the Saja Boys, per Bobby’s request again of course because he just wanted to make more connections with other idols. Most groups and managers were intimidated to work with his girls and he really wanted it to work.

You were standing off to the side, once again waiting outside the venue and checking in with fans to make sure they’re alright. Finishing up a quick up and down of the block and asking if everyone was okay or if they needed water, knowing full well how dehydrated some people ended up being because they’re too excited to care for themselves. You’d made it back to the front entrance and were discussing things with another staff member when you felt a pair of hands on your upper back, and then the familiar weight of someone trying to jump on your back.

Instincts kicked in and you leaned forward slightly so whoever was trying to hitch a free ride off of you wouldn’t fall backwards and your arms hooked up a pair of legs that you were not familiar with. You froze. Who the hell is hitching a ride off of you exactly?

“I didn’t even have to ask, sick.” Came Baby‘s voice as he draped himself over you, head coming to rest on your shoulder as you tried to process what just happened. Did Zoey train you to just... give piggy backs instinctively? Baby swung his legs a little in your grasp, enjoying this a little too much but he was fascinated. Admittedly he’s wanted to do this every time he saw photos of that hunter girl clinging onto you and sometimes it hurt trying to get a piggyback off of Abs. That guys’ like a brick wall and Baby’s just a lil guy.

“Ohmygosh, did you guys see that?” “Waaaaait I didn’t know [Name] was close with the boys!” “OMG the girls finally let him have friends!!!”

Fans were whispering to each other and Baby’s heightened hearing heard all of it, meanwhile you were still in shock at what had gone on - the staff member next to you was also extremely surprised because they’ve never witnessed any of the Saja members be so casual with staff like this. Then that staff member was left reeling as their eyes bugged out of their head for a moment, watching as the teal haired idol crossed his legs around your waist and smirked at his fans while he did so.

Oh he’s having the time of his life.

Then you were called again to help some sort of short-staff issue the boys had at another impromptu event, at this rate you were sure they were just eating their staff members because how can this happen so frequently that they’re left in these situations? As much as you weren’t a fan of the fact they were demons - you couldn’t help feel a little bad for them. Sure they’re not human and could handle it if a fan acted out at them, but you’ve seen how crazy some saesangs can get - first hand experience on that. Your face scrunched up in memory of one of the attacks you had to endure and it was not a great time that was for sure.

The girls weren’t pleased that you were working at these events but you’d reassure them you were fine, Bobby trusted you and the girls could trust you too. Zoey had even tried puppy eye tactics to get you to not go but you chastised them and reminded them that yes they were demons but they were also still idols - the girls were well aware of the potential harm that could come to them in this field. They’d moped a little but let you go after that.

What you hadn’t known was that it was Jinu‘s idea to continuously get you to work for them, he thought if he took you away from the hunters - surely they’d crumble right? One of their supportive pillars was stolen from them by beings they detested. But he didn’t expect to get along with you as well as he did. The brief conversations you’d had with him were primarily professional, you didn’t care they were demons and simply treated them like the idols they were pretending to be. There had been an instance where a fan had attempted to get a little too touchy feely with Jinu and you’d stepped in, pulling him aside and gently grabbing the squirming fan to pull them away from the panel.

After that happened, you’d come back and leaned down a little to quietly check in with him to ask if he was alright. Did he need a break? Was he sure he didn’t need to step away for a second to take a breather? Just say your name if he needed you. Why were you.. so caring? He eased up a bit more around you after that. The two of you even started bantering when the boys were given a break from the fans, instead of hiding out with the other members - Jinu had stepped out of the dressing room they were given and went directly to you. Just to chat and hang out. Nothing nefarious for once.

Safe to say you two had unintentionally become friends.

There was a second instance of a joint fan-signing and before the event began you were giving the girls a lecture about how important it is to keep up their image, you didn’t care how much they wanted to beat up the boys or that they’re demons and don’t deserve kindness. As idols they needed to maintain an image and you were NOT going to let them ruin it. The wrath of your mother had seeped into your tone and the girls had all nodded along because they did not want to be on your bad side today.

The tables were lined up side by side, Mira was in between Romance and Abby - Zoey between Mystery and Baby and then Jinu and Rumi were stuck together at the end of the row. What the fans and multistans were not expecting was watching the chaotic dynamic that is Jinu and Rumi both aiming to get your attention during the event. 

Rumi would flag you down out of habit when she wanted to ask if it’s okay to accept a gift or get something checked, then you’d be hovering a little longer when Jinu tried to ask you or talk to you as well. The horror and betrayal was evident on her face as you exchanged pleasantries with Jinu and when you’d turned your back to go check in on the others - he turned and smirked at her.

Oh you son of a-

You hadn’t interacted directly with Mystery or Romance much from the last events you’d been involved with, but you knew the former was relatively well behaved and kept to himself. He was surprisingly respectful towards you and didn’t show any major forms of hostility. You recalled the time you’d walked behind the scenes during a brief break the boys were allotted and found Mystery dissociating in a corner, you’d called out to him and he blankly turned to you and let you guide him to their dressing room so he could safely zone out - a hand hovering over his lower back as you did so.

So what you didn’t expect really was for Mira and Romance to be at each others throats the entire time, Mira at least had the decency to thank her fans with shining eyes before going back to grumbling about how she’s gonna kill this stupid demon. To the point that you had stepped up behind her, hands reaching up and pinching at her cheeks to stun lock her. Romance looked up at you curiously, his expression stayed the same dreamy look that he’s had the entire time and he couldn’t help the little cheeky smile that crossed his mouth as he watched you calmly berate the girl in front of him.

“Behave.” You’d simply said as you finally let go of her cheeks and she rubbed at them, expression softening from the hard scowl she had before as she looked up at you in mock hurt like ‘but I didn’t do anything wrong..!’ and you returned that look with a stern one. Figuratively and maybe even literally putting your foot down on her antics, which caused her to huff for a moment before going back to her idol sona as she prepped to talk to the next fan in line.

Before you could fully turn away though Abby had caught your attention, hand raised in the air waiting for you to dap him up which you did so without question then finally stepping away behind the curtains as another staff member was waving to flag you down to sort something out. Mira stared in shock as you did this. When did you become friends with the Saja Boys?

Zoey was next to ask for your attention, she’d been shaking her marker for a couple minutes and it was definitely dried up and there were no spares nearby. She straightened up and looked around for you, eyes pleading when she finally caught your attention and held up her marker in the air pathetically. You didn’t make any grand gesture, instead just grabbing a couple of spare markers out of a backup stationary box hidden behind the curtains then walked up and handed them to her - being mindful to take the dried marker from her as you did.

Mystery had turned his head when he heard you approaching and nodded at you in greeting, small smile on his face before he turned back to pretend to listen to the fan yapping at him. Baby was leaned back in his chair, waiting for another fan to sit in front of him when he sees you and he smirks up at you and nods a greeting as well.

“Sup man.” He’d said coolly at you before he looked back at the fan that had just sat down in front of him. It makes Zoey pause as she looks at him, then back up to you, then back to him and her brain feels like it’s frying because WHAT? Why are you guys being all bro and cool like to each other. When did this happen? You didn’t tell them that you were friendly!

Before Zoey had a chance to complain you’d placed a hand on her head and ruffled it a little, instantly all her thoughts dispersed at the familiar contact and she was left whining about you messing up her hair as you had stepped away again and off to the side to keep an eye on the fan interactions.

Safe to say there were a looot of clips and recordings from this event.

[thankskenpenders]

The mystery of that random magenta-haired Sonic woman: solved?

For almost three years now, there's been a little mystery in the Sonic franchise: who the hell is this lady?

Well, it seems like fans have collectively pieced together the answer. And it's more interesting than I expected.

For those who don't keep up with Sonic lore minutia like I do, this is a screenshot from the very first episode of TailsTube, released on YouTube back in March 2022. When Sonic and Tails were explaining the basics of their Earth and the fact that humans and anthropomorphic animals coexist, Tails showed a slide of some human NPCs from Sonic Unleashed. But the slide also included this never-before-seen character design, drawn in a conspicuously different, more anime-influenced art style from the Pixar-esque Unleashed characters. So... where's she from?

At the time, it was assumed that she was probably from an upcoming project. She looks like she could be an explorer of some sort, so maybe she's just an NPC from Frontiers, I thought. And then she wasn't in Frontiers. Sonic Prime, maybe? Nope, no humans in Prime. Okay, well maybe the IDW comics are going to start incorporating humans, now that the "two worlds" thing has been undone and humans once again canonically exist on the same planet as Sonic and friends. Well, if she's gonna show up in the comics, it's been almost three years and we still haven't seen her. That'd be a hell of a lead time for comics, where production cycles are typically a matter of months, not years. Time continued to pass, and we still hadn't seen her. We just had Ian Flynn teasing us with a #KnowingSmile, assuring us that she existed for some reason, just one that he couldn't talk about yet.

Fast forward to late 2024, and she suddenly makes an appearance in the last place anyone would have expected: the third live action movie, via an electronic billboard in Shibuya.

At this point it almost felt like the lore team was trolling us. Is this just a scrapped character design that's become fodder for inside joke cameos or something? Surely all of this teasing couldn't have been for a throwaway character design on a billboard in the background of a movie.

But actually, this billboard gives us an important piece of information: her name! She's labeled here as "Professor Tori." This is important because it connects her to a previous release. In Shadow Generations, Gerald's journal is prefaced with a note from the person who recovered it, addressed to the GUN Commander. In the English version, it's simply signed "T," but in the Japanese version... it's signed "Tori"!

This gives us some actual info about Professor Tori. For one, she seems to work for GUN in their Archival and Requisitions Department. She's apparently also interested in learning about Gerald and Maria's lives, like their old friend Abe is.

Jump forward again to the New Year's episode of TailsTube, and this appears in the background.

Her full name is officially given as Professor Victoria, and she's a historian. So, that seems to confirm everything we've pieced together so far.

As far as things we can reasonably assume to be correct go, this is everything we know for certain about Victoria. She's a historian working for GUN. Cool! But that's not what really fascinates me about her. For that, we have to do a little more speculation based on conjecture.

See, Shadow Generations also establishes information about the Robotnik family tree. Gerald had two sons. One of them took after Gerald's love of technology and became an expert in the field of robotics, and would go on to be Eggman's father. The other son took after Gerald's love of archaeology. This man would go on to be Maria's father. But, as Maria mentions in Shadow Generations... she also happens to have a little sister we've never met before.

So now, the question is: is this Maria's sister, Victoria Robotnik?!

We can't be 100% certain right now, but honestly, until proven otherwise I'm assuming that Victoria is Maria's little sister, now all grown up and working for GUN. It all lines up too neatly. The conspicuous reveal that Maria has an unseen and unnamed little sister, in the same game that establishes her dad was a history guy and also that there's this new historian working for GUN who just so happens to be really interested in her life. And also their names both end in "-ria." Come on!! Putting her in the Robotnik family would also explain all these cryptic clues about her identity. If she was just some random GUN agent, why be so coy and make fans piece it together?

I guess the most odd part here would be, y'know, Victoria working for the organization that killed her sister and grandpa. But Sega's been pushing the idea that GUN is trying to do better for 20 years now, ever since they established that the GUN Commander was Maria's childhood friend on the ARK and had him make amends with Shadow. Hearing that Maria's sister had joined GUN to try and gain access to information about her family history and undo the elaborate coverup of the previous administration would make sense to me, personally. And lest we forget, this would also make Victoria Eggman's cousin, giving him a family member in GUN. And that's a pretty cool storytelling tool to have on hand!

So, that's where we're at now. We have no idea where Victoria will pop up next, whether it's a game or a comic or another TailsTube episode or something else entirely. But it seems like she's fairly important, even if this speculation about her being a Robotnik somehow ends up being wrong. (But I'm pretty damn sold on this theory, personally.) Either way, it's exciting to see the human cast get fleshed out in fun ways again. If we're gonna have humans in Sonic stories, I'd rather they have anime-style designs and interesting connections to the narrative, rather than just being generic humans for the sake of having humans. I'm looking forward to seeing whatever the lore team's been cooking up here.

[sevikasenby]

just want to eat her out so bad and fuck her so good she cries :(

AGELESS BLOGS, MINORS AND MEN DNI

you have her legs hooked over your shoulders, your hands wrapped around her thick thighs while you bury your face in between them, messily and hungrily lapping at her wet pussy.

her flesh hand rested on your head, guiding you where she wanted. you were practically making out with her cunt as you dipped your tongue into her wet heat, making obscene slurping noises as you devour her.

the hand on your head was accompanied by soft moans falling from sevika's lips. her head fell back against the pillows and her back arched ever so slightly off the bed as your tongue licked a long stripe up her cunt.

everytime she moaned, you were reminded of how you're the only one who gets to hear her like this. who gets to see her like this. who get to make her feel this good. who she's most comfortable with. to you it was the most rewarding thing that could happen, to know she feels safe enough with you to let you have control.

and to sevika it was daunting but....also relaxing. to finally let someone else take that control, someone else who she loves more than anything, trusts more than anything. she never thought she would find someone who made her feel safe.

you flicked your tongue over her neglected swollen clit a few times, watching her body twitch with every movement you made before finally wrapping your lips around her. you sucked and licked at her gently, not wanting to let her cum just yet.

you looked back up at her and just watched her. how her beautiful grey eyes rolled back everytime you sucked on her clit. how her hair was all messy and falling in her face. how her mouth hung open, only moans and strings of curses leaving her.

it wasn't until her hips started moving against you, her curly patch of hair tickling your nose whenever she moved, almost fucking your face.

and you let her. you stuck your tongue out and she immediately started to grind against it, making you moan against her. the hand on your head kept you in place as her arousal coated your mouth.

your own cunt throbbed, making you want to reach down and shove two fingers inside of yourself as your girlfriend fucked your face but you resisted.

sevika squirmed and trembled, her mech hand gripping the sheets beside her, getting closer and closer to the edge but again, you didn't want her cumming just yet so you reluctantly pulled off her, hearing her whine in response. the bottom of your face was soaked as you kissed her inner thighs and gently removed her legs from your shoulders.

you sat up and captured her soft lips. your thigh unintentionally connected with her core and she tried to rub her clit against it but you pulled back. you made her stay put on the bed while got up to grab the strap and secure it on your hips, not wanting her to lift a finger.

you got back onto the bed and between her spread legs. you took the strap and slid it between her wet folds and let it align with her slick entrace while running your hand up her chest, feeling her hard abs under your hand that are slick with sweat.

"so pretty." you whispered as you lean down to kiss the scars that scattered across her body and slowly traced them up to her neck with your tongue while you slid into her easily, feeling her shiver underneath you.

you went slow, letting her feel every inch of you as you bottomed out, watching your strap slide in and out of her, the way her cunt was wrapped around you, feeling yourself grow more and more wet at the sight of her. the strap was already covered in her arousal as you continued to fuck her.

your cunt throbbed harder the longer you fucked her to the point it almost hurt. there was just something so hot about the big scary lady of zaun trembling underneath you, moaning out your name over and over and already begging you to fuck her harder and fuck her faster.

"does it feel good?"

"y-yes yes, it feels so fucking good."

"then why would I want to go harder and let this be over so soon?"

sevika opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out, only soft moans and heavy breathing.

"but I guess since you've been so good for me," you started, punctuating your sentence with one hard thrust, making sevika gasp. "and since I want to hear more of those pretty sounds you make." and finally, much to sevika's liking, you started fucking her like she asked.

"mhm, how's that, baby?"

"oh fuck! thank you thank you thank-" her sentence was cut short and replaced with a guttural moan when you slammed your hips back into her even harder. her back arched off the bed and you leaned down to kiss the center of her chest and started to fuck her repeatedly.

the wet squelching sounds and desperate moans filled your ears as you filled her cunt with your strap over and over, fucking her faster as you felt the strap rubbing against your clit. you were sure you felt your own arousal drip down your thigh.

"fuck, you feel so good." you moaned.

sevika's mouth was working faster than her brain at the moment so before she could think, "cum inside me, please" was coming out of her mouth.

you almost stopped what you were doing completely, being thrown off guard. that was new coming from sevika. normally it was the other way around.

you leaned down and rested your forhead against hers, still fucking her. "you want me to cum inside you, sev?"

she looked quite embarrassed at what she had said and turned her head to the side but you took her chin and turned her back towards you where she slowly nodded her head. you, however, thought it was one of the hottest things she's ever said to you. you made a mental note that yeah, you're definitely gonna be getting a squirming strap in the very near future.

you were basically fucking her into the mattress now. "want me to fill you up?"

"please." sevika said, almost whispering it. you knew she was getting really close.

"such a pretty cunt for me to cum inside of." you gripped her hips and slammed back into her, feeling yourself tip over that sweet edge. "shit, I'm cumming!

sevika didn't have to announce that she was cumming. her body trembling, her eyes rolling behind her eyelids, how the dark purple strap nearly turned white and the string of curses leaving her mouth was more than enough to tell you.

she reached out and wrapped her arm around you, bringing you closer to her as you fucked her through her orgasm, gripping onto your back as you did. she shoved her face into the crook of your neck and she slowly caught her breath.

you could feel your neck become damp and you moved so you could see her. you cupped her scarred cheek and ran your thumb over the tears that had fallen. you pecked her lips then sat up to remove the strap from both her and your hips.

you would get cleaned up later, right now you just laid down beside her and let her cuddle to your chest, kissing the top of her head, running your fingers through her hair and occasionally scratching her back.

[straows]

Too perfect. p2

A/n: #willberewritten #donthatemeimhighasf

<part one

Your legs couldn’t carry you fast enough. Especially not from the prying eyes— gosh they followed you everywhere.

Tears couldn’t stop running down your cheeks, your mascara was running and you could hardly see where you were running.

Your mind was racing, alongside your heart and that constant burn in your throat wouldn’t stop— hell you just started crying harder when even one of the professors tried to approach you but you just side stepped them and kept running.

Fucking college hallways. Always a maze.

Rounding a corner, you bumped into the wall so hard it sent you flying back on your ass—

Wait. That wasn’t the ground that you fell on, you didn’t even fall. And it definitely wasn’t a wall you hit.

Blinking through the tears, little sniffles and occasional whimpers slipping past your lips, you slowly looked up at who you bumped into.

And there he was.

Tall, muscular in the way that you wanted nothing more than to have his biceps squeeze your face, and a look in his eye that had your knees weak.

“I’m so sorry—“

“Watch where you’re going.” Sukuna scoffed, glaring down at you, but not moving. “Why the hell are you crying anyway?”

“I-I—“ Remembering why you were running in the first place had the water works starting all over again. “Oh god,” tears fell down your face, looking pathetic as mascara ran down your pretty cheeks like a fucking river.

Sukuna’s jaw clenched, and he let out a sharp sigh through his nose, looking around as if he was about to do something illegal.

A strong arm wrapped around you, followed by another, and you were squished against his chest. Your face was buried in his pecs, hands stuffed between your chest and his abs, grabbing at his shirt.

And that moment— well it was illegal. Or rather, felt illegal. Because feeling so comfortable, so safe, in a strangers arms, rather, a stranger like Sukuna Ryomen— was something dangerous.

That moment changed a lot of things. Because after that moment, after you looked up from where you had your face hidden in his chest and your eyes met his, something definitely happened.

Because he walked you to your dorm that night. You exchanged numbers, and he told you,

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you around, crybaby.”

Of course, you didn’t really get that much sleep. Both torn up about the fact that the man you thought you were in love with basically ripped out your heart and pissed on it, but because a new connection formed, one that you weren’t sure about.

But it was a connection that had you crying, squealing, and kicking your feet too.

“—hello?! Girl. Are you even listening to me?” A friend of yours snapped her fingers in front of you, forcing you to blink out of your daze.

“Hm? Oh, sorry— I just zoned out.” You smiled awkwardly, tilting your head with a little laugh when she rolled her eyes but smiled at you fondly.

“It’s fine. But girl, he’s been staring at you for five minutes! I swear to god he hasn’t blinked!”

“Who?” Looking where she had pointed, your eyes immediately locked with his.

Narrow, red, and painfully sexy. You squirmed in your seat and looked down, cheeks burning a bit more as you pushed around the carrots you’d gotten for break. “Oh.”

And even as you peaked back up, they caught onto his again— and they held you there. His eyes were like something fierce.

“He wants that cookie.” Your friend grinned, laughing when your eyes widened and you had to break the eye contact with Sukuna.

“Stop it! No he does not. It’s been 9 days and he hasn’t even texted me.” You sighed, before biting into a carrot.

“So you counted the days?! Oh my god. Oh my god. So this is a sign then.” She slapped the carrot out of your hand and leaned forward. “I’m tired of seeing you mope around because of some fucking dork that took your presence for granted. That little fuck had heaven in his arms with you, and he gave it away.”

Your lips pressed together in a tight line and your jaw clenched as she called out your ‘moping.’ She wasn’t wrong after all.

“So, that means you’re going to the party with me tonight.” She leaned away with a smile when you snapped your neck to look at her.

“What? No. Nono. I know what happens at those parties! You guys do like— drinking and stuff.” You her off, but she just caught your hand.

“Look me in the eye and then read my lips— I don’t give a fuck. You will be drinking with us! It’s your hot girl summer and baby you are a tall glass of water that every guy in here wants to drink.”

“Ew don’t say it like that.” Your nose scrunched.

“Mm whatever, im picking your clothes. I’m also picking your alcohol.” She smiled in victory when you just sighed and rolled your eyes. “Good.”

She stopped by your dorm that night. Scheming and planning like the little minx she was— walking in with a black dress that would hardly cover your ass. Two little thin spaghetti straps holding it to the hanger. And a pair of black heels with the red coating the underneath in her other hand. “Time for me to work my magic.”

By the time she was done— you looked like something out of a Playboy magazine. The dress fit you like a glove and the heels made your legs look even better, hell you even liked feeling taller.

The dress, the heels, the makeup. It all gave you a new feeling of confidence, one you’d been needing.

Walking into that party, your friend looking just as good, you felt good. Fuck— you felt great. Especially when you started throwing back shots.

That liquid courage hit you like a fucking brick. The party was massive, people filled the two story house, filled the pool, filled the front and back yard. Kegs everywhere and the second floor smelled like a certain fragrant plant, music so loud that the walls shook. It was proof that when the rich guys came together to throw a rager— it was a rager for sure.

“1… 2… 3… go!” Tilting your head back, you swallowed the violent burn of vodka as it poured down your throat.

“Fuck.” Swallowing repeatedly, your hand went to your chest. You felt dizzy. You were drunk. Fuck you could feel it, the way you stumbled, the way you felt, but you couldn’t stop.

Besides. Why would you want too? Especially when you feel a warmth against your back that had your breath catching.

Glancing to the side, you were met with a tatted bicep, two thick black out bands went around both of his biceps, a thick black band went around his wrist as well.

And oh god.

You wanted to bite on them.

His hand gripped the table, his other one followed as he had you pinned to the table.

And usually this would be really creepy.

But with the way you could feel his abs against your back and the natural bulge in his pants against you, you wanted to literally eat the man behind you.

Maybe it was the vodka talking.

“And just what are we celebrating? That’s your fourth shot, crybaby.” His voice, oh his voice.

“Just- uh- oh my.” It was hard to talk, your breath caught in your throat and you could hardly breathe. He smelled really good too.

Sukuna couldn’t help but grin, knowing he had this effect on you. Because you had him in just as much of a chokehold.

“Why don’t you do one with me?” His nose just barely brushed against your shoulder, just for his lips to press in a soft kiss under your ear.

Slowly, you nodded, “yeah ok,” reaching forward, you poured two more shots. Before turning slowly, now facing him, back pressed against the table, his hands bracketing your hips. “Didn’t take you for a vodka man…” you spoke softly, the music loud but Sukuna still heard you.

“Im full of surprises.” His voice was deep and rough, and it had little shocks shooting down your spine.

Sukuna took one of the shot glasses, before raising his glass a bit, “salud.” Before downing it, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time.

And holy fuck.

You wanted this man’s baby’s.

Swallowing down the vodka, you sat down the glass.

The tension was so thick you swear to god if it wasn’t for the fact that so many people were around y’all you’d jump him.

“So… you uh— come here often?”

Sukuna had to fight off the brief smirk that tried to rise. “You’re cute.”

“Think so?” You smiled, head tilting as you reached forward, lightly, just barely, tugged it forward.

It was his turn to will himself not to take you right there. His jaw clenched and he inhaled sharply. “Yeah. Cute. Among other things.”

“Other things?” You quirked a brow.

“Other things,” his hands moved from the table behind you, to rest on your hips instead, pulling you close. “I could show you…”

“Show me?” With how close your faces were, he could even feel the heat coming off your face to his.

“Yeah. Show you.” He leaned forward a little bit more, his lips just barely brushing over yours before pulling you away.

“I’m gonna regret this.” You murmured, before letting him lead you to up a spare room upstairs.

And the moment he got you in that bedroom, his hands were everywhere, mouth glued to yours. You were no better, practically ripping his shirt off.

After that, it was pretty fuzzy. And as much as you want to remember, you can’t. But you could fill in the dots.

Seeing as your whole body felt like you fought fifteen groan men and lost everytime— and for the fact that a very naked, very sexy, and equally as marked up Sukuna lay beside you.

God he slept like a fucking corpse. One hand under his head and the other on his stomach. Barely moving except for breathing.

Huh. Usually people were supposed to cuddle, right? Have cute moments and after care.

Did he even—

You looked under the blankets, and noticed that you had cum on your thighs, stomach and down bellow. Your nose scrunched in disgust, “oh god.”

Immediately, you hobbled out of bed and immediately got to wiping yourself down as best as you could, seeing as you weren’t at your dorm right now and couldn’t shower.

Staring in the mirror, you looked rough. Really rough. Ugly hickies and bite marks littered your neck, waist, tits and thighs. “Did he try to eat me? What the fuck?” You mumbled to yourself.

Usually you thought bite marks were sexy.

You just felt gross. And the hangover didn’t help.

Slipping back on the dress, heels in hand, you just walked out of the bedroom. Left the house filled to the brim with hungover and passed out people.

The walk to the dorm didn’t take long. It was kind of nice to take in the fresh early morning air. And the moment you got back to your dorm, you made a B-line for the shower.

Clean, scrubbed head to toe and the entire everything shower complete, you slipped on an oversized hoodie and granny panties that almost went to your belly button, you slipped into bed and crashed.

You didn’t text Sukuna back when he texted you a rough version of good morning and asked where you were.

Hell, you tried to avoid him in class too. You didn’t feel good with him, even if he wasn’t hot and the sex was good. Afterwards the alcohol left and you weren’t squirting buckets, the post nut clarity hit you hard. You felt dirty.

Mainly because, and deep down you know, you were still in love with him.

That bastard.

He was miserable. Utterly fucking lost with you. After you left him stranded in the hallway, an unbearable and deepening pit forming in his heart as he watched you run off.

Satoru Gojo was a pitiful man with you. He needed you. He loved you. He loves you.

And knowing that he fucked up any chance with you, was hell. And not talking with you for nine days, hell you didn’t even look at him in the hallways! It was all hell. He’d know. He’d already experienced heaven, and that was when he had you.

So looking at you now? And you were actually looking at him? He felt like he was going to fucking combust.

Why was he looking at you like that? It had your heart thudding like nothing Sukuna had you feeling.

You hated that you still loved him, still felt everything towards him. And that made it all the harder to look away from him.

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[f1fantasys]

It ends with, how quick can you get it up?

Summary - y/n and lando are exes who meet again, some angst, then a whole lot of smut. ITS FILTHY. MINORS DNI !!

Warnings - angst, swearing, smuttttt, fingering, oral m and f receiving, p in v sex, anal, squirting, blowjobs, pure filth. Magui lol - no hate to her at all. Her character is a negative character.

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It was coming up to years since the day that you and Lando had broken up. You were together for almost two years prior - young and in love, naive. But then the realities of both your jobs jumped right in front of you, and you mutually decided to breakup, it being too much to handle.

The breakup wasn't messy. You were both understanding of each other, and you'd decided to remain friends - though you could count the number of interactions you'd had since on one hand. That was the whole point of separating - not enough time to each other.

As hard and weird as it was to admit, the it affected you more than you let on, to anybody. You absolutely adored Lando. Yes you were young, but he'd stolen your heart the second you two met for the first time. You loved him with everything you had in you, and even know going you own ways hurt in the worst ways possible, you knew it was for the best.

During these two years, you struggled everyday, and had to build yourself up each day from what it seems. You still held onto a thread of love for the boy - you don't think you'd ever stop, and so whenever you saw a new picture of him on socials, or when you knew you were to be at the same event, you stayed as far away as possible, because you knew seeing him in person again would crumble all the walls you've built so hard to put up.

Neither of you had deleted pictures together on Instagram, and you still often wore things and precious gifts that Lando had showered you with - he had done the same. The one thing that always made your heart tingle was a certain silver bracelet. It was a gift you had given him after his first podium in F1, and he'd always say it was his favourite because it was a memory of the two things he loved the most - racing, and you.

Of course, you'd tried to move on, meet new people, but you only ever got as far as an hour into a date until you started comparing a guy to Lando. Although they'd be decent looking with a good body, you'd notice how none were close as to how devilishly handsome Lando was, how no one's body could be compared to his slim but stern and toned abs, no one's hair would curl in all the right places, and how no one would give you the smile that melted your heart.

You always told yourself that Lando was the man who was made for you. Everything about him was absolutely perfect. But, it wasn't to be, and that was something you had to keep reminding yourself.

Recently, Lando had been spotted a few times with an actress, Magui. You had known her through your modeling connections. From the time you knew her and had interacted with her on a few occasions, quite a few years ago, you knew she wasn't someone who you could ever be friends with. There was always something about her that made you hold a step back, no disrespect to her.

It was a surprise that Lando chose to be with someone like her - not that you were judging - but you just thought he could do better. But whatever - it was his life and as long as he's happy, that's all that mattered to you, even though a piece of your heart broke everytime you saw them together.

Last week, your agency had told you that you were to attend an event at the Singapore Grand Prix. This wasn't the first time since the break up that you'd be attending a race, but what hitched your breath was when you found out this morning that it was a McLaren event, where the full team would be present.

As much as your heart wanted to, you weren't sure if you were ready to meet Lando. Yes, it had been a long while, but again, you were scared of crumbling down.

But you had to be strong, because you were currently in the elevator to the top floor of the building for the event. Of course, you made sure you looked like a million bucks - not skimpy like a certain someone.

When the door opened, you held your breath and walked through, face lightening up when you immediately spotted a friend of yours that worked at a different agency.

''Y/N'' Lissie squealed, just as excited to see you.

''Fuck I'm so happy you're here'' you said as she hugged you tightly, knowing exactly why you appreciated seeing her here.

She pulled back. ''Think you'll be ok?'' she asked.

''Yeah'' you said, taking a breath, has to happen sooner or later.

The night was actually going well, until the presentation started and you saw none other than Lando walk on the stage, making his presence known for the evening.

You swore you stopped breathing for a second. Here he was, in the flesh, and even though you'd seen countless pictures of him since the last time you were together, he looked ten million times better, devilishly handsome.

The lights shining on his face showed off the perfect contour of his jaw, nose, lips, the way his eyes glistened beautifully, and don't even get me started on his hair. It was overgrown but his curls sat so effortlessly gorgeously on his head. You really couldn't tear your gaze away from him.

And as if not breathing properly wasn't enough, your legs turned jelly when his eyes found yours, staring into your soul, face shocked though a smile spread over it quickly when his brain caught up with who he was looking at. You smile back gently, when you heard the elevator ding from where you were standing, you watched how Lando's eyes left yours and instinctively looked over your shoulder, his smile widening even more so like a small boy seeing candy. You quickly looked back and felt a knot in your stomach.

It was her. She looked beautiful no doubt. Long curled hair, perfect taunt body. You felt Lissie grab your hand and squeeze it.

For some reason, the thought of her being here tonight hadn't crossed your mind.

You don't why the hell you did what you did next, but your eyes drifted over to Lando again, and it almost felt as if your heart broke into a million pieces when he winked at at her - it was something he'd always do to you in a crowd full of people, his way of telling you he loved you.

As the presentation went on, you tried your best to keep your mind and eyes from drifting to him, though when it was his turn to talk you allowed yourself to take him in for a few minutes. Your mind started drifting away to the days you'd wake up snuggled up in bed together, share looking looks, before Lando would ruin you by fucking you senseless.

''Shit'' you thought, that was the last thing that should be on your mind. You needed to focus on something else, but not surprisingly, you struggled to do so.

Once all the formalities were done, the evening went on with lots of food and drinks, dancing, catching up with people. There were a number of people you knew, which was good, and Lissie was stuck to your side through it all.

While you were at the bar waiting for another drink, your body shivered as you felt a presence next to yours.

Magui. ''Hey'' she greeted, leaning in to kiss your cheeks. You reciprocated the gesture.

She knew your history with Lando, hell the two of you were dating when you used to have to work with her before, so to say this was awkward would be an understatement.

''Hey, been a long time'' you pressed, hoping she would just leave already.

''Yeah it has. Works been busy, plus following Lando to a lot of races as well'' she said.

You tried to keep a neutral face, internally screaming for Lissie to come rescue you.

You chatted about random things, until she dropped the elephant in the room.

''So this must be weird, being here, seeing me and Lando together.''

''Uh, I mean, maybe a little, but we've all moved on with our lives. Each to their own'' you said, not believing yourself one bit.

''But still. I mean, do your feelings for someone so handsome just go away?'' she asked.

This time you had to keep a scoff in. Yes, Lando was a handsome man, but that's not all he was. He was passionate, clever, kind, caring, honest, intelligent, selfless, every single good wood in the dictionary. His looks did not define him. And even though you aren't together now, what you had with each other was real. Your love was real. And no one could take that away from you.

''I,-'' you started, but of course you had to get interrupted by the man himself.

''Y/n!'' he called your name out, came jogging over from where he was.

You held a breath as he hugged you, and it took everything in you not to keep him tucked in your arms.

''Lan Lando, hi'' you smiled gently.

''How are you? It's been forever'' he said.

You didn't miss the way Magui's arms slid around his waist as she kissed his cheek. He placed his hands above hers.

You cleared your throat. ''Yeah, um, I'm really good, keeping busy'' you cooed. ''How are you? Congratulations on your first win, by the way, you earned it'' you said.

His first win made you both cry with joy and sadness. When you were together, his first goal was always to get that win under his belt. It's what he worked tirelessly for day in and day out, and ultimately, towards the end of your relationship, it almost seemed that the only way he could do that would be to have zero distractions. At the time, and even now, you never took that as a reason for your break up or a reason to hate him for it. It was what was best back then, and you couldn't go back now. So as happy as you were for him, a part of you was sad that it was something that couldn't be celebrated by you at his side. It was her.

''Thank you, yeah, finally got that done. Next up, championship, hopefully'' he said, smiling year to ear.

The conversation went on for a few more minutes, but you decided you needed to get away from it. Magui was giving you eyes. Eyes that warned you, eyes that basically said back the fuck up, even though it was Lando who was making most of the conversation.

You excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom after failing to find Lissie in the crowd.

You fanned your face and tried to control your breathing to stop the tears that were threatening to spill down your face, as the door opened.

She walked in.

''What the fuck are you playing at?'' she all but shouted at you.

''What?'' you asked in disbelief.

''Seriously, stay the fuck away from him'' he spat before walking out the door.

You were shocked, where was this coming from? You had an innocent conversation with your ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend. What's more to it?

You went back out and found Lissie, told her everything that happened. She had been no where to be found as she was pulled to go do a few photos for her page, but now she was fuming with how it all played out.

You decided to block all of that out of your mind and enjoy the rest of the night, It was all you could do, besides curl up and cry in a corner, and you really weren't in the mood for the latter.

At some point, a few of the crowd had wanted to carry on the party at a nearby club, and so you found yourself at the back of a taxi, waiting for Lissie to come in, and until it was Lando who had taken a seat next to you, beaming at you.

Your breath halted as he closed the door and told the driver the address of the club. (Obviously it was a race weekend, so he wouldn't be drinking, but had to make an appearance)

You were glad it was dark out so Lando hopefully wouldn't be able to see the flush on your cheeks. But fuck, where was his girlfriend in all of this. Did she know he was here with you right now?

''I-'' you started though he cut you off.

''It's actually so good to see you y/n'' he said, softly.

''You too Lando'' you replied, not sure where this conversation was going.

''Even though we left each other as friends, i feel like i have to tell you...'' he started.

You just listened and waiting, not sure what to say back.

''What we had was good, so good. So real... Some of my best moments in life were the ones spent with you'' he almost whispered. ''I wish we could get those days back. Just be together, never have broken up, but just lived on with each other, loved each other forever..''

You let out a breath, more tears threatening to spill out your eyes.

''Lando..fuck. You know i feel the same way. But i don't think it's fair firstly to Magui, that we're talking about...us, like this, and secondly it's not fair to me. Because I've been trying to move on every fucking day since, and hearing you say that breaks down all the words I've built up.

''I just feel like there was too much left undone'' he said softly.

''Lando, stop. I..Where-where's Magui? Why are you here saying all to this to me right now?'' you asked.

''She got pissed that I came to talk to you. Went back to the hotel.''

''So go back to her then.''

Now he took a breath.

''Fuck..we're not even together. We're just hooking up. I mean, she's great, but i just don't see myself with someone like her, y'know?''

You kept quiet for a bit.

''Well that's not what she makes it seem to be. She fucking told me to stay away from you not even an hour ago'' you said, sounding angrier than you intended to.

''What?'' he questioned.

''Yeah'' you said softly. ''Honestly? with the way your fans are treating her, and all that she's said to me tonight, this is something i can't get involved with. She's toxic, and with where i am in my career, i can't be having her drama follow me'' you said.

Suddenly Lando's whole demeanor changed. He was agitated, fuming, metaphoric steam blowing out of his ears.''

He chucked, to himself then looked you. ''It's always gotta be about the other woman, right? Forget everything good we had, blame it on the other woman.''

''Lando what? What are you even talking about? I'm not blaming her for anything, just saying I don't want to be associated with her. And I'm sorry if i do become, I'm not willing to jeopardize myself to look like the bad one.'' you said.

''Honesty? fuck off'' he spat.

The rest of the ride was silent, you tried and failed to keep your tears at bay, and when you finally got to the club, Lando got up and slammed the door with such force it had you jolting in your seat.

You took a minute to compose yourself before telling the uber driver to take you back to your hotel. Your tears were flowing freely, uncontrollably.

The man you loved basically said he wanted to get back with you, and you shut him off because of the woman he's just fucking. And now he was done with you. Fucking fantastic.

Needless to say, you cried yourself to sleep that night. Seeing Lando, thinking back on memories you hadn't allowed yourself to for so long, having her there, Lando telling you things you'd wanted to hear forever though it wasn't so simple to live through them, and eventually ending with Lando basically telling you to fuck off. You were broke, all over again.

You were to attend the race as well, and you did, because you were cooped up in the Ferrari hospitality all day. Your heart clenched when Lando won the race. He deserved it, no doubt. But everything still hurt. Once again, it wasn't you he'd be celebrating with. And whatever good thing about your relationship ended a few nights ago.

Lissie had dragged you to a club to just let loose and forget about all your problems - something you'd kill for right now.

It was nice to have a night out with the other wags and people you knew, though your mind kept drifting back to Lando. He still had a hold on you, and no matter how much you tried to forget him, you just couldn't.

Him being less than 20 meters away from you wasn't helping either. You'd just seen him walk in, with Magui on his arm. The both of them joined at the hip.

He hadn't noticed you yet, though she did. She smirked, and quickly pulled Lando's face in for a heated kiss. You forced yourself to look away, and walked in the other direction.

Much to your mismay, you found yourself within your friends group, and now Lando and Magui included. They were sat directly opposite you. You seriously wanted the ground to swallow you up, rather be anywhere else but here.

It was awkward, sure, because only you, Lando and Lissie knew what went on the other night - unless he told anyone else.

Everyone was chattering and drinking, laughing and dancing, and for the first time tonight, Lando glanced your way.

You breath - hitching as it always does when he looks at you, caught in your throat as you took a sip of your drink, keeping your eyes trained on his, which were lingering at you still.

He was throwing daggers at you, and when Magui jolted him out of his trance, he immediately pulled her closer, practically on to his lap as he started nuzzling her neck.

You quickly busied yourself, trying to make conversation with Charles and Alex though your eyes kept involuntarily wandering back to Lando.

Now he was full on making out with her, tongue and all, as his hands groped at her ass.

Deciding you needed some air, you went to the bar to get another drink, and while waiting, as if the universe was playing tricks on you, the pair of them, landed beside you, Lando's back to you.

Although the club was loud, you could still just about make out what Lando was saying to her.

He was whisper-shouting dirty words into her ear. Telling her how plans to ruin her later. Fuck her into oblivion, kiss every inch of her body, devour her pussy, and salivate over her delicious juices. The most delicious he's ever had.

Forget the universe. It was Lando. Lando himself who was playing you dirty.

When you were together, dirty talk was one thing that you absolutely loved during sex. Lando knew how to do it well, and he'd fuck you for hours while whispering filthy words into your eyes, making you cum again and again until you had none left in you.

You knew he was playing you - trying to get a reaction from you. From what he old you the other night about whatever he had going on her Magui, you knew he would never have shown her a second glance or said things like this. It was all just a act to rile you up.

She, though, was loving it. Giggling in his neck as he showered her with kisses all over, hands roaming each others day, and you wouldn't be surprised if she was putting on her own show - to make it clear to you ''into her'' Lando was.

You grabbed your drink, downed it, as you clenched your thighs together, trying your hardest not to let Lando's words affect you as he knew they would, because what the fuck - you wouldn't stoop so low hearing him say those things to someone else, would you?

A short while later, needing some proper air this time, you made your way outside, using the excuse of needling a cig break to the others.

As soon as you walked out the door, you let out a big breath you didn't realize you holding on to. It felt like a weight lifted over your shoulders, though that chest-tightening feeling returned straight away when you saw Lando walk out behind you and follow you to a secluded area.

''Lan-'' you started but he cut you off, his eyes piercing through yours with something you weren't sure you'd ever seen from him. A mixture of longing yet laced with anger of some sort.

''Out celebrating my win, yeah?'' he said, cockiness oozing out of him.

You scoffed. ''Huh, what are you doing out here? Thought you'd be rushing out to get back to your hotel? Something about fucking your girl and all'' you said, gaining confidence from the few drinks you had.

''Y/n'' he warned, stepping into your space and bring his hand up to cover your mouth.

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, like suddenly you were alive again.

''Shh'' he whispered softly. ''Only one person who gets to call themselves 'my girl,' and it ain't her.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You wanted to be mad at Lando, forget him and move on, but how can you do so when he was looking at you like this, talking to you like this?

''I-'' he cut you off again.

''Don't need to say anything right now, baby, but let's get out of here?'' he said, voice low and hoarse. The nickname sending shivers down your spine.

You bit your lip, not knowing what to do. Your heart was telling you to go with him, though your head was screaming at you not to.

But all thoughts and hesitations were lost when Lando leaned down and kissed your cheek ever so gently, letting his head rest against it.

Instinctively, your hands reached up and cupped his face, pulling it back to look at him again.

''What about her? you asked.

''Already told her to fuck off, she was already throwing herself at someone else'' he said quickly.

''Lando''

''Fuck, please'' he said, licking his lips, while his hands were now wrapped around you and on the small of your back.

''Fuck'' you whispered, your mind racing more and more by the second the more you took into account what was really happening.

Lando so close you could feel his breath on your face, the smell of his musky and expensive cologne, the intensity of his crystal blue eyes staring right through you, his hold on you as if his life depended on it. Fuck, you were screwed.

''Baby'' he whispered, but this time you were quick to react.

You roughly pulled his face in, crashed your lips to his to which he responded immediately. It was rough, desperate, messy, but somewhere at the back of both your minds, there were fireworks going off.

Lando pulled you impossibly closer and his hands ran through your air, pulling at it from the ends as you both fought for dominance over the kiss, tongue battling each other until you gave in and let him slip his through. He explored your mouth like a starved man.

It may have been years since your last kiss, but right now, it felt like you were both home. It felt right, and with the way you knew each others triggers, it felt timeless.

You played with the hair on the back of his neck as his lips left yours, both desperate for air, sloppy smiles playing both your lips, until a voice broke you out of your trans.

''Are you fucking joking me? You're leaving me for this piece of shit?'' said the voice as you both looked to where it was coming from.

Magui.

Lando's hold on you tightened to a point where it was painful.

''Of fuck off'' he said. ''As if your tongue wasn't down that guys throat the minute i ended it with you, what not 10 minutes ago'' he spat.

''Don't turn the subject around. Seriously Lando, fucking going back to leftovers when you can have the finest ass in town?'' she pressed.

''Yeah actually, because the 'finest' ass in town already rotten though MY leftovers are as fresh as day 1'' he threw back.

Your heart clenched at that.

This time she didn't have any answer back, so she muttered something incoherent to herself and walked away.

''Don't listen to anything she said. Ignore her. I'm sorry for the way she spoke to you the other day as well. I'm sorry for how i fucking spoke to you. I was a dickhead and you deserved better'' he said softly, eyes begging for forgiveness.

You didn't say anything back. Instead you pecked his lips a couple of times before pulling him in for a simple hug, pouring all your love for him into it.

''Take me back to the hotel'' you whispered. ''Now.''

Lando smiled to himself, took your hand and called for the valet to bring his car.

The ride back was palpable with tension, no words spoken again, just cheeky glances at each other, eyes dark with lust, as Lando let his hand rest on your thigh, achingly close to where you craved him the most.

Your mind was racing, not paying attention to where he was driving, so when he stopped the car and parked at an area overlooking the sea you were quick to question him.

''Lan?''

He said nothing, but adjusted his seat back, manhandling you and pulling you onto his lap.

You straddled him, your dress already bunched up at your stomach as his hands roamed your body, eyes glued to yours.

''Need you now'' he said breathlessly before leaning up to lock lips again, biting down harshly on your lower lip causing you to whimper.

You started grinding down on him, feeling his cock grow through his jeans as he practically ripped your dress into two pieces, eyes growing big when he saw you weren't wearing a bra.

''Fucking hell. Can't say i haven't missed my babies'' he said, smirking as he rolled your left nipple between his thumb and index fingers, earning a series of dirty moans from you.

''Please, Lan'' you begged. Your cunt, still grinding down and creating a wet patch through your panties and on his jeans, was clenching achingly around nothing.

As he continued to toy with you nipple, his mouth found your other one, wasting no time in biting and sucking on it harshly, making you pull his hair tightly, still begging for more.

''Still taste so good'' he mumbled, snaking his hand down your toned body until he reached your core. He ran his fingers over your clothed pussy, smirking when he realized how wet you were.

''Don't flatter yourself'' you teased when you saw his smirk.

Lando raised his brows, ''didn't say anything babygirl'' before he pushed your lacy panties to the side and finally touched you, sliding his fingers through your juices and quickly finding your clit. He knew your body better than you did.

''Fuck Lando please'' you begged again, the feeling of him on your clit having you more desperate than before.

''Patience love'' he whispered, holding your hips still to stop your movements.

His fingers suddenly pulled away from your cunt, you were about to protest when you saw what he was doing - licking them clean on your juices, before he bought them up to your own lips to take in.

''My favourite fucking taste'' he murmured and you moaned around him.

Finally though, he returned them down there and settled at your entrance His eyes gave you a questioning look and you eagerly nodded, before he thrust two fingers in at once, curling them straight away having you a shuddering mess in his arms.

You bit down on your lip, letting a few guttural moans escape you as Lando sped up his movements of thrusting in and out of you.

''Yes, fuck, so fucking good'' you said through bated breaths, while Lando started edging you on with his own words.

''Baby you're so fucking tight, how the hell are you gonna take my cock, huh? You think you can take it? Being so fuckin tight'' he threw at you.

''Fuck, yes, please'' you said, quickly feeling the warmth start to build up in your stomach.

''Lan I'm close,'' you warned, and this time he added a third finger while his thumb toyed with your clit, causing your orgasm to rip through your body as you came violently all over his fingers.

''Oh my, fuck'' you said, eyes squeezed shut as Lando didn't slow his movements. Instead he added a whole fourth finger, you heard him say something about ''needing to stretch you out before you were ready for his cock''

Within minutes you came again, your warm juices gushing out, making a mess of everything. Again, you were blanked out, just about hearing what Lando was saying again. Something like ''''you're so fucking good for me darling, such a good brat'' until he finally pulled his fingers out, and once again licked them clean as you sat there, eyes hooded, sweat shining on both your faces, and a shy smile on your face, chest heaving.

''Lan'' you said, pecking random parts of his pace.

''Think you're ready for me y/n? Wanna ride me? Then let me take you back to the hotel and take you from behind, yeah?''

His words had you dripping with want, needling more from him. When you dated before, you were young, but your sex life was amazing. You wondered though how it would feel now. Would it feel more fulfilling? Even better than before? You certainly couldn't wait to find out.

You bit your lip as you gently lifted yourself off Lando's lap, just enough o let him unzip and unbutton his jeans, pulling them down, together with his boxers.

You won't lie, seeing his thick girth spring out and stall tall before you had your mouth watering.

''Like what you see?'' he asked, a smirk on his face.

''Fuck off'' you threw.

''I'd rather you fuck me''

'''Gladly'' you said, before taking your place again, cupping him and pumping him a few times. You were internally thanking him for ''stretching'' you out because he was bigger than average, and you weren't sure how he'd have fitted easily.

Lando reached to his pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open with his teeth as he was about to roll it on though you stopped him.

''Lan we're not 20 anymore, I'm still non birth control, but fuck, i need to feel all of you. Please'' you begged.

His eyes turned even darker, breath hitching as he listened to your words before you grabbed the condom from him and threw it somewhere in the car, then palmed him again.

You slid his dick through your folds, which were clenching uncontrollably as Lando leaned back and shut his eyes, taking in the feeling of having your hands on the place he's dreamed about for almost two years.

''Fuck baby please'' he begged now, impatient to slide into you.

You mimicked his words from earlier. ''Patience baby'' you said, though you were just as desperate as he was.

Lando was not having it today, instead he roughly took a hold of his dick, and pushed you down onto him by your waist.

You gasped at the intrusion, mind foggy at how incredible it felt, but at the same time there was always the unavoidable sting because of just how much Lando stretched you out.

He bottomed out straight away, hips joined together, as you sat still on him, both your faces contorted with pleasure as you allowed your body a few minutes to respond.

After a few seconds though, your braced your hands on Lando's shoulders and began to move, up and down, up and down, riding his pole like your life depended on it.

''Fuck baby, that's it, so fuckin tight around my dick and taking me so well'' Lando cooed as he felt your walls clench around him, making his dick twitch uncontrollably through your movements.

''Fuck Lan, missed this, feels so good, fuck'' you said between breaths.

Both your moans were lewd, filthy, and anyone walking by your car would be able to hear how you were ruining each other, fucking each other hard and fast, rough,but you didn't care. You wanted the whole world to know. You wanted her to know.

''Lan I'm gonna come'' you said, feeling your orgasm approach, not holding back.

''Let it out, fuck y/n, cum all over me, then later cum again when i push my dick through your asshole'' he threw, his words instantly sending you over the edge, releasing your sap all over him.

''Oh my god, yes, uh, i can't you panted, body like jelly in his arms as Lando had to hold you upright, and now fuck himself into you to chase his own high.

You slumped forward on him as he placed his head over your shoulder, bouncing your body up and down his pole until suddenly he was ready for his own release.

''Uhhh, gonna cum y/n, where?'' he asked.

''In me! Please'' you all but shouted, needing distressingly needing to fell his cum inside of you.

Your words sent him into overdrive, and before he knew it, Lando was spraying your insides white with his warm cum, letting out a series of swear words through your ears as he held onto you tightly, spit flying out of his mouth.

''Feels so good'' you whispered, leaning back and cupping his face that was dripping with sweat, cheeks flushed.

Both your movements slowed, riding each other through the high as eventually it halted and you just sat there, Lando softening inside you.

He gave you a sheepish smile, chest heaving, before kissing you gently.

''How are you this fucking amazing?'' he asked. ''you were incredible back then, but now, fuck me, how did i survive this long with you?''

You bit your lip, ''feeling's mutual.''

''Back to the hotel? Let me ruin you again?'' asked, excitement in his voice.

'''Please'' you said, climbing off his dick and settling into your seat again.

Before he could zip himself up again, you leaned over the console and deep-throated him, having Lando jolt in his seat at the contact.

''Fucking hell'' he said as you pulled back, cum and spit running down your chin.

''Wanted to taste...us'' you said, watching the darkness in his eyes return.

The drive back was quick, desperate, his hands wrapped around the steering wheel painfully tight.

You had to wear his jacket, which luckily was oversized and big for you, for the walk up to his room, since he'd torn your dress.

As soon as the door was closed he pounced on you, shoving the jacket off leaving you standing bare in front of him.

Lando was about to kiss you before you pulled back and pouted.

''You're still wearing too many clothes'' you whined.

He chuckled, couldn't hold back his smile as he shed everything over, leaving himself bare you are were.

''Hmm better'' you said as your eyes shamelessly roamed his body, stopping at his dick which was twitching and growing harder by the second.

He cleared his throat. ''Permission to touch?'' he asked, already having cupped your face.

''Always'' you said, before he left your face and ran his hands down to pick you up, hauling you over his shoulder and giving your ass a few smacks.

He threw you on the bed before throwing himself on you, kissing you with an urgency, groping your body while his hands found your cunt, waltzing through your folds.

''Please fuck me?'' you asked innocently.

He smirked. ''Gonna destroy you'' he said lowly, leaning up and wrapping your legs tight around his hips before he pumped himself a few times, already hard as rock.

He lined himself up and pushed in gently, setting a slow, painfully slow pace as you whined and wriggled your body, begging for more.

''Noo Lan please, faster'' you pressed.

But he ignored you, instead bringing his mouth up to your boobs, ravishing them violently as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of you.

You were impatient though, and so you roughly grabbed his face and pulled it away from your boobs.

''Lando, fuck me now, or-'' you started sternly though he cut you off.

''Or?'' he asked teasingly, eyebrows raised.

You blushed, not having an answer. ''Or no sex for two weeks'' you threw.

''Hmm, survived two years, think I'll manage two weeks'' he said softly.

You eyes grew wild with shock. ''Of fuck off'' you said, thinking of what else to come up with but your brain short circuited when suddenly his pace was faster, rougher, harder, fucking his dick deep within you.

You shut your eyes, nails digging into his biceps and surely leaving bruises for tomorrow when you could practically hear him smirking at you.

''You fucking asked for it baby, don't take back your words now'' he said.

You got a burst of energy at his words, your eyes flying open.

''Not complaining, am i?'' you said, sending your own smirk his way.

''Fucking brat'' he mumbled, reaching his thumb down to your clit, pinching at it dramatically which within seconds had your body shaking underneath him, your cum coating him and leaking out of you with each thrust as your mind was blank again, no energy to say anything, just broken breaths as you bit down on his shoulder.

He slowed for a moment, before pulling out. ''Let me do you from the back? he asked.

''Uh huh'' you responded, though your body was jelly so he basically had to pick you up and manhandle you again until you were on your tummy, ass up in the air.

Lando coated two of his fingers in his spit before circling your rim, teasing you with a thrust but not in enough.

''Lando, now'' you threw at him, causing him to giggle.

''Okay baby, no more teasing'' he said, letting his two fingers enter your ass.

You held your breath, bit your lips together as he gave you a few licks as well.

''Gonna take me so well, my love, yeah?'' he asked.

''Yes, please, hurry'' you said, your body responding as if you haven't had multiple orgasms already.

Finally Lando coated his dick with his spit again, before pushing into you, both your moans obscene at the feeling.

He braced his hands on your hips as you held onto the headboard, his pace quickening quickly as he slammed himself in and out of you.

''Fuck, so good, look at you, such a whore for me, my own dirty slut, that's it baby, doing so fucken well for me'' he said between moans through gritted teeth.

''Lando, huh, gonna cum'' you said in a daze, letting him take full control of your body.

''Go on baby'' he pressed, and before he could even finish his sentence your orgasm rippled through you, shaking your body literally uncontrollably with the stimulation.

He slowed his movements, knowing how exhausted you were, though he didn't stop. He was just gentle now, letting you catch your breath as you body calmed down.

Lando pulled out and flipped you over again gently this time, kissing you long and slow as your wrapped your arms around him.

''Think you have one more in you baby?'' he asked. ''For me?''

Who were you to say no? You gently opened your tear-stained eyes and nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist again.

''You've done so well for me today, fuck'' he said, lining up against your cunt again, sliding in once again.

''Hmm, Lan, too much'' you cooed.

''I know love, almost there, you can do it'' he encouraged you.

By now, your brain was blacked out, you were saying things without thinking through, and your next words shook Lando to his core.

''Í love you Lando, missed you so fucking much. Baby, please, please, i fucking beg you, fuck a baby into me''

Lando had no words, no actions as to how to respond to you. He wasn't even fucking into you at a quick pace right now, but his dick thought faster than his brain, and in seconds he was cumming deep within you again, filling you up to the brink as his cock twitched painfully so inside of you.

''Lan?'' you questioned when he stayed silent - apart from his pornographic moans and pants.

''I love you too, so much, and fuck, i want a baby, like right now with you. Fuck y/n, you're it for me'' he whispered, and eventually his brain caught up to what was happening. He also noticed that you hadn't cum the last time, so he quickly pulled out and placed his tongue on your cunt.

You grabbed onto his hair and pulled it, unable to keep your groans in, as he lapped and lapped at your folds, moaning himself when he tasted the mix of both your cum.

You looked down to see his face a mess. Spit, cum, sweat, everything just sticky and dripping. Just the one look at him sent you spiraling over the edge, erratic noises leaving your mouth, though this time you didn't just cum, you squirted all over his face and hair, hands flying to cover your mouth in shock, though all Lando did was smirk and lick everything up, swallow as much as he could.

Eventually he pulled back and leaned down to your lips, letting all the juices drip down from his mouth and into yours.

You seriously didn't know how you were wake right now, but having Lando close like this had given you enough to carry on.

''That was so fucking hot, fuck y/n'' he whispered, leaving wet kisses all over your face.

All you did was hide your face in his chest and hold him tight, get both of your breaths back to a decent rate again, bask in what had just happened.

A short while later, as much as you both just wanted to doze off, your bodies were too slick and sticky to be comfortable.

With not enough energy to shower, Lando got up and gently cleaned you both up with a warm towel, before he jumped into bed beside you sleep-clad body, pulling you to his side.

You were half asleep, though awake enough to say something.

''I love you Lando, please don't leave.''

He kissed your forehead. ''Trust me baby, I'm stuck to you forever. And I'm so fucking sorry for the other night. I love you so much. So so much.''

''Nah, forget that. Just happy to be together now. I'm home'' you said, smiling in your daze.

Suddenly, something piped up and you shot out his arms.

''Lan!''

''Baby what, are you ok?'' he said, shocked at your burst of energy.

You giggled.

He shot his eyebrows and hands up.

''We did...a lot of things tonight..'' you started.

''Yeahh, and? he asked.

''I didn't get to blow you'' you pouted.

''Fuck'' he mumbled, and you didn't miss the way he palmed himself.

You wiggled your eyebrows.

''How quick can you get it up?'' you asked as he pulled you onto his lap.

''You're gonna fucking end me'' he whispered.

But finally, it was you and Lando. Together. Forever.

A.N - i think this is my longest fic. Wasn't sure if I liked where it was going, but pretty happy with how it turned out. The smut is probably my favorite that I've written, so please enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments. Also - absolutely no hate to Magui.

[slutzforbueckers]

anything with paige taking the strap, gentle though

something new- p.b x fem!reader

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut

synopsis: paige had mentioned wanting to try the strap and the day has finally come.

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“i shouldn’t have brought it up.” paige back and forth in front of the bed, shaking her head as she looked down at the purple strap in her hands. earlier in the week paige had came to you and said she wanted to try the strap for the first time, she wanted you to use it on her. of course, she was embarrassed the entire time the words spilled from her mouth.

you were down almost immediately, you had wanted to strap her before but never brought it up because you were scared she wouldn't want to. so, naturally, it was a shock to you when she asked but you quickly got over the shock and agreed.

you had asked if she wanted to try it that night but she said she wanted to have time to mentally prepare. you would wait as long as she needed and that's what you did, you told her that it was completely up to her.

"you know, we don't have to do this if you don't want to anymore." you stood up and gently grabbed her shirt, making her stand in front of you. you took the strap out of her hands and tossed it onto the bed before reaching up and grabbing her face between your hands, making her look at you. "this is still completely up to you."

paige took a deep breath and nodded her head, her arms relaxing by her side. you stepped froward until the tips of your toes were touching and captured her lips with yours in a soft kiss. paige couldn't help but to melt into you as your lips moved against hers. her hands reached out to grab at your shirt, as if she needed to ground herself.

you sighed in relief when you felt her melt into you, you had her right where you wanted her. you slid your right hand down her jaw and wrapped it around her throat, your left hand moving down to grab her waist. paige moaned as you ran your tongue over her bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth.

you turned her around and walked her back to the bed, keeping your lips connected as she slowly sat down. paige pulled away from your lips and moved further up the bed, you crawled onto the bed and spread her legs a bit so you could rest between them. you leaned down and pressed your lips against hers again, your hands toying with the bottom of her shirt for a moment before you pushed your hands under it.

your fingers ghosted over her skin, sending shivers through the blondes spine, you huffed a breath into her mouth when your hands ran over her tits just to find that she didn't have a bra on. paige's eyebrows furrowed when you started to kiss down her jaw and gently tug at her hardened nipples.

"i want it. fuck- please." she moaned, feeling your tongue run over the spot you had just sucked. her fingers dug into your sides with how tight her grip on you was. you lifted your head to look her in the eyes to make sure she was sure, your eyes roamed over her face. paige nodded her head to confirm that she was sure.

you immediately sat up on your knees and started to rip her clothes off her body. you pulled her shirt over her head and threw it over your shoulder. she lifted her hips off the bed to aid in you pulling her shorts and boxers off.

once she was fully undressed you took a moment to admire her body, reaching out and tracing your fingertips over her abs. a blush creeped over her body, coating her face in a soft red, as she fought the urge to cover herself. she had been naked in front of you before, but she was always the one on top looking down at you, not the other way around.

“so pretty, baby.” you leaned back down to kiss her lips again, one hand holding yourself up and the other closing around her neck gently. paige reached between you and started to unbutton your pants, trying to find a way to push them down while still keeping her lips on yours.

“take ‘em off.” she finally broke away from your lips, getting annoyed with how many clothes you still had on. you chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek before getting off the bed and starting to take your clothes off. paige watched as you stripped down to your bra and panties, she reached beside her and h end the strap out to you.

her heart was nearly beating out of her chest as she watched you put on the strap, she never would’ve thought seeing you with it on, knowing you were going to fuck her with it, would turn her on. it did though, she rubbed her thighs together with a quiet groan. once you got the harness situated on your hips you moved back to being between her legs.

you pushed her knees apart and put her on display for your eyes. your eyes zeroed in on her glistening cunt. you bit down on your bottom lip and slid your hands up her thighs until you could use your thumbs to spread her folds, watching as her slick made a bridge between the two.

“fuck- your so wet.” you moaned, running your thumb through her slit and smearing her slick on her clit. paige jolted when you started to rub small but quick circles on her clit, letting out a ragged breath. you took your hand away and ran it up her body, reaching her lips and gently prodding at her lips with your middle and ring finger.

paige wrapped her hand around your wrist as she took your fingers in her mouth. she held eye contact with you the entire time she drenched your fingers in her saliva. your lips parted with a sigh and you couldn’t help but to push your fingers a little further down her throat, just to make her gag. it was a sight to be seen, truly, the way her hair was sprawled out around her head, the way her pink lips wrapped around your fingers, her skin a shade a red, she was beautiful.

looking at her made you want to ruin her in all the ways she’d let you. you wanted to make her cry from how good she felt, you wanted to mark her pale skin with purple bruises, you wanted to make her forget about everything but you. one day you planned on doing that and more, but for now you’d take it slow. you’ll be gentle with her and tell her how pretty she looked, how well she was taking you.

you pulled your fingers from her mouth with a ‘pop’ and turned your attention back to her pussy. your fingers slid into her with ease, her wetness and spit combined made it easy to fuck into her with little to no resistance. your eyes were trained on watching your fingers in her, the sound of a gasp followed by a whine of your name is what has you looking away from her cunt.

“need more, please.” paige groaned, grabbing at your waist trying to pull you closer. you hummed and pulled your fingers out of her, to which she let out a whine of protest.

“what do you need, baby?” you asked her, rubbing the wetness that had accumulated on your fingers onto the length of the strap. paige sat up on her elbows so she could watch you stroke the strap. she had done the same thing to you multiple times before but now seeing you do it and has with done to her and her stomach doing flips.

“need you to fuck me.” she mumbled, wrapped her legs around you and pulling you into her. you could’ve teased her, made her beg for you, but you decided that you would save that for next time. you leaned down and kissed her, taking her mind off the anticipation of the tip of your strap nudging at her entrance.

once you figured she was distracted enough you started to slowly push your hips forward, the tip of your cock slipping into her. paige broke away from your lips with a gasp, her hand grabbing at your shoulder as she tried to get used to the feeling. you looked down at her flushed face and paused your movements, you could feel her body tensing back up.

“just relax, can you do that for me?” you spoke to her in a soft and gentle tone, rubbing your thumb over her cheek soothingly. paige took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip, she closed her eyes and took a few breaths to calm herself. you pressed your lips to her cheek and worked your way down her jaw, you didn't move again until she gave the okay that she was ready.

eventually, it didn't hurt anymore and she was enjoying every second of it. you loved the way her moans got high pitched when you pulled your hips back and thrust in, hitting a spot deep inside she had never felt before.

“right there—oh my fuck—“ paige whined, her eyes squeezing shut and her arms wrapping around your body. you winced slightly at the feeling of her nails digging into your skin, getting to hear her moan your name was worth the pain of her breaking skin. “don’t stop, ple-please don’t stop!”

“you’re doing so good for me, m’not gonna stop.” you picked up the pace of your thrust and reached between you to toy with her clit. paige’s hips jerked up with a moan that was a bit too loud. you weren’t sure that you cared if her roommates heard but you knew she’d be embarrassed at the looks they would give her the next day so you quickly pressed your lips against hers to muffle some of her noises.

you could hear how wet she was and it was driving you crazy. you hadn’t heard her sound this loud in the entirety of your relationship, but for once she was on the receiving end of it all. you didn’t leave her hanging all of the time, you weren’t a pillow princess per se but getting to fuck her like this made you realize you wanted to make her feel this good more often.

“m’so close.” she gasped for air, her legs had gone limp spread out for you as she started to succumb to the pleasure. you sat up straight so you could watch the point where you met. biting down on your bottom lip, you almost moaned at the sight of her sucking you in. you ran your thumb through her slick and smeared it over her clit, rubbing quick circles.

“cum for me. let me feel you cum, paige.” you tore your eyes away from her cunt to watch her face as she started to cum, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips parted. you imagined you could feel the way her walls tightened and the way she got so much wetter as her orgasm rushed through her body.

you helped her ride out her high and only stopped when her thighs started to twitch in overstimulation and she tried to close them around your hips. you took ahold of the base of the dick snd started to pull your hips back. paige let out soft whimpers as you pulled out, whining at the feeling of being empty.

“oh my gosh.” she breathed out, reaching up and covering her face with her hands. she could feel her cum on her thighs and her body flushed in embarrassment.

“don’t be embarrassed, p. you took it so good.” you ran your hands up her arms and pulled her hands from her face. you had never seen her look so fucked out before and you were loving it. paige rolled her eyes, with a smile on her face, and you could tell her high was fading and she was going back to being herself.

“bro…” she met your eyes and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. you shook your head and got off the bed, taking off the strap and putting it aside so you could clean it later.

“don’t bro me. you loved every second of it, don’t lie.” you laughed, shaking your head as you got back on the bed. paige opened her arms for you to lay in and you gladly accepted.

“you’re right, i did love it.”

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taglist: @jnkbueckers

a/n: didn’t know how to end this and my writing is ass lately for some reason, sorry!!

[bucketbueckers]

LONG WAY DOWN

pairing: azzi fudd x fem!reader

content: angst w comfort, holly rowe, parent death, cancer, grief, language

wc: 4.9k

synopsis: You weren’t supposed to get drafted without your mother at your table. Life, however, had other plans, and you were just barely hanging on. You thought you’d be able to make it through the night but it was clear that a certain reporter had other plans, too. Luckily for you, your girlfriend was always willing to catch you before you crumbled.

notes: based on this request! thank you anon - hoping i did this justice for you 🫶 this is definitely one of my heavier fics so please read the content tags and be mindful. also, title from the one direction song. wasnt gonna drink tn but i miss them like a mf. let me know how y'all feel ab this and have a great weekend 🫶

Much like any teenager dreaming of greatness, you’d always had the perfect vision of your future. 

“UConn will recruit me,” you told your mother at thirteen, dribbling the ball between your legs as you weaved around imaginary defenders. 

“Keep the ball on a string,” she coached in response, her eyes appraising, gaze sharp in a way befitting of a former athlete. “Don’t overextend.”

You adjusted silently, breathing heavily before stepping back and launching a fadeaway jumper that sinks in seamlessly. “I’ll win a natty my senior year,” you manifested, talking mostly to yourself, but you knew she was listening as she passed the ball back to you. “Go top five in the draft.”

“You think I can get my future pro baller to clean her room?” she joked, and you gave her a knowing smile as you repeated the same drill again.

You worked for it everyday — starting with early conditioning, thorough recovery, taking care of your body and your mind. Your mother, your personal coach and former Seattle Storm forward, gave everything to help you realize your dreams and your abilities.

You started on varsity before you were even in high school. You had more gold medals than you had turnovers. You let yourself start dreaming about your draft table the day Coach Auriemma visited to watch you play, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face, but you knew he had a roster spot with your name on it. It wasn’t arrogance. It was a well earned confidence, surety. 

Your table would be you. Obviously. Someone on the coaching staff — maybe CD, because at the rate Geno was recruiting the phenom in Minnesota, you figured he’d end up shackled to her table. Your mom — no question about it. She was your best coach, your biggest supporter, your rock. There wouldn’t be a you without a her in so many different ways. The last two people at your table were always a little ambiguous. You hoped that maybe there would be space in your life for someone you loved. Your girlfriend, maybe. The last person was even less clear — maybe a friend, your aunt, or maybe someone else from the coaching staff, but you had time to figure it out. 

You’re recruited by UConn, ranked second in your class only behind Paige Bueckers, the phenom from Minnesota. Your first year together is rough with all the COVID restrictions. Then, your life changes in your sophomore year when Azzi Fudd commits.

She was Paige’s best friend, having met back in high school and Paige moved mountains to recruit her. You think you fell in love the first time you saw her jumper. You knew you were in love when she smiled at you in practice after stealing the ball and taking it cross court for a layup. 

You’re dating by November of Azzi’s freshman year, just in time for the season to begin. The two of you have an undeniable chemistry on the court but there’s an inexplicable connection between the two of you off of it. You just get each other. You’re together through it all — the injuries, the midnight practices in the gym, the fifth year you take because you’re not leaving UConn without a national championship, not until you and Azzi hoist the trophy together.

Then, in late January of 2025 as you’re gearing up for the Tennessee game only days away, you get the news. Your mother had been diagnosed with a pretty severe brain cancer — glioblastoma. You’re not sure how it went unnoticed for so long, but the doctors said she’d be lucky if she could make it to May.

Your world spins on its axis. How could it not? Your mother was only in her mid 50s. She’d done everything right. She was an athlete, she took care of her body, her mind, everything. She was a good person. She hosted annual camps for high school athletes back home in Seattle, coaching them the same way she’d coached you. She donated, volunteered, always gave back – so why was she the one with the diagnosis, the one you would lose? Why her, why now, why at all?

It took a lot of effort to keep you afloat — but Azzi tried. Most of the time, it felt like she was the only one who truly understood you. There wasn’t much you could say about it and she never pressured you. She just stayed, and that was more than you could ask for. Azzi rubbed your back when you cried, held your hair back when the grief made you sick. Your mom wasn’t gone but it felt like she was slipping through your fingers like grains of sand through an hourglass.

You’re pretty much a non-factor in the Tennessee game, contributing more to the loss than Tennessee contributed to their win. You spend more than half of the game dissociating on the bench, thinking you should be in Seattle right now, keeping her company at her bedside. After she retired and got pregnant with you – your father no more than a donor – you were all that she had. She shouldn’t be alone during this, but she was adamant that you stay and finish out the season. This season was everything you’d spent five years working for but it quickly became the least of your worries. Your mother was dying; who cared about a trophy?

She did.

The night of the Tennessee loss, you’re on the phone together. You’re curled up in Azzi’s comforter, her dorm a constant ever since you’d heard the news. She stepped out to pick up some late night snacks, mostly to give you and your mom some privacy but also to cheer you up. Azzi was the only one who truly knew how hard you were taking all of it, the only one who got to see you fall apart.

“You’re not allowed to let this destroy you,” your mother rasps, her voice firm in her Coach Voice that you grew up teasing her about. Now, it just makes you emotional instead of amused – she won’t be around to remind you about your follow-through, about leading with your shoulder. You’ll have to remind yourself of that. Some other coach that’s not her will have to remind you about that. You try not to choke up. You know you need to hear what she’s saying.

“You’ve spent five years fighting for this,” she continues. “Nineteen years living this. Whatever happens in May, you are not allowed to let this be the end for you. Do you hear me?”

Throat tight, you nod, knowing she can’t see you. “I do,” you promise.

She says your name, her voice strong where her body can’t be, and you swallow thickly as you prepare to listen. “Whether or not I’m here, I’ll always be with you. You have the very best parts of me, you know that? My smile, my passion, my jumpshot–” That draws a watery laugh out of you. You can almost visualize the smile on your mom’s face. “And no matter what, we’ll always have basketball. You’ll have me. I’ll take care of you. That’s what moms do.”

“I don’t know if I can do this without you,” you whisper.

“You already are,” she says softly. “And you’re doing an amazing job.”

“I don’t want to do this without you,” you amend.

“Then don’t. Get your head on right. Win the championship – for yourself, for your team, for Azzi, for me. Go to the draft. Wherever you go, I’ll be there. I promise you that. But I can’t be there if you let this break you.”

“I won’t let it.” You take a deep breath, glancing at Azzi’s bedroom door when it opens. Azzi walks in silently with her arms full of snacks. You smile when she crawls in next to you, offering a piece of chocolate, and you take it gratefully. “You wanna talk to Azzi?” you ask, but you already know your mother’s answer as you pass the phone over.

“Hey, girl!” Azzi says in a valley-girl accent, making you roll your eyes with another wobbly laugh. You can hear your mom’s laugh too – the exact same one as yours. You can barely make out her voice on the other end, but you don’t need to, knowing that Azzi needs this conversation just as much as you do. Your mother had welcomed Azzi to the family long before you started dating. She claimed that she knew you loved Azzi the moment you called her after a practice to rant about how pure her form is because there’s just no heterosexual or platonic explanation for that. “You know I got her,” Azzi promises, making you perk up a little. Almost absentmindedly, Azzi’s free hand rubs your knee soothingly. She is quiet for a few beats, nodding her head as she listens, her face softening. “I know. I will. I swear. I love you, too.”

After a quick goodbye, Azzi passes the phone back to you, where you and your mom chat for a little while longer. You ask about what she’s doing to keep busy, if she’s resting enough, if she’s drinking enough water. She humors you, the smile evident in her tone as she asks about your day, too, if you’re taking good care of her daughter-in-law, which makes you laugh because if there’s one thing that you try to get right always, it’s Azzi.

When the call ends so your mom can get to bed, Azzi holds you as you silently process. She doesn’t push you to talk. She knows that you don’t have the words for it right now. But she’s there, grounding, and that’s all you need. Eventually, the words come to you – terrified confessions because you’ve lived your entire life with your mom being one call away; how were you supposed to navigate that? Bursts of grief, because everything is so overwhelming right now. An on-brand spark of determination because you promised your mom that you would hold it together, that you’d win the championship, that you’d get drafted. You would do it. For her.

And you do. After the Tennessee game, it’s like a flip has been switched for you. You’re averaging over twenty points a game. You and Azzi combine for 54 points against South Carolina, which sets the tone for the rest of the regular season and the postseason. In the NCAA tournament, the Huskies are unstoppable, with everyone having at least one particularly explosive game, but you? Every game is explosive. You have something to lose if you don’t win, something a lot more important than a trophy.

Your mom is one row behind the Husky bench in Tampa for the national championship game against South Carolina. She’s wearing your jersey, one that used to fit but now swamps her body like it’s several sizes too big. Each and every one of her cheers motivates you, energizing your step-back threes or a harsh block. You know that she has until May, but if this is the last time she gets to see you play…then you’re content with it being a blowout in the national championship.

When you cut down the net, you cut an extra piece for her.

On Wednesday, three days after the national championship, she’s buried with that piece of nylon tied around her necklace, one you’d bought for her with your first NIL endorsement.

Grief is weird. You’d made it through her funeral in solemn silence, not crying during your speech as you shared some anecdotes during her life. You could only stare as her casket was lowered, your hand holding Azzi’s tight enough that you were sure it hurt her, but she let you. You smiled faintly at family members, thanking people for their condolences, agreeing that Yeah, cancer fucking sucks. You don’t cry when you spend the night in your childhood home, going through photo albums with Azzi (ones that she’s been through numerous times, although your mom was usually right there next to her, pointing out your embarrassing baby photos. Now, you’re the one showing her the photos that used to make you cringe, thinking about how cruel fate is).

You don’t cry when Azzi wraps her arms around you that night, reminding you that you’re not alone. You know you aren’t, but you can’t help but feel like you are.

You do cry when you wake up that morning. Determined to feel normal again, you make your way to the kitchen to make Azzi coffee and breakfast in bed. A thank you for everything she’s done for you since your mom’s diagnosis. You cry when you spot your mom’s coffee mug left out on the counter, remnants of cold coffee left at the bottom. The coffee pot is still full, untouched since Sunday morning. There’s a half-done crossword puzzle at her spot at the table, left open like she thought she’d have the time to come back to finish it. Everything in the kitchen reminds you of how fucking cruel life is – countless photos of the two of you pressed onto the refrigerator with magnets, leftovers packed neatly into tupperware, the calendar tacked onto the wall with April 6th circled multiple times with a smiley face.

You can’t help it. You sob, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes like it would make everything stop, but it doesn’t. That’s the issue, isn’t it? Time doesn’t stop. Not for you, not for you mom, not for anyone. It keeps on moving. Your mom is gone and everything in this house reminds you of when she wasn’t and how she had plans and so much more of her life left to live. She was supposed to be in New York for your draft night. She was supposed to be courtside for your first game in the WNBA, yelling about bad foul calls in your honor and cheering for your first professional point.

It’s not her fault but you can’t help but feel like you’ve been abandoned. Somebody – something took her from you and you’re not sure how you’re supposed to come back from that. Your heart pounds, perhaps too fast for how little air you’re sucking in, and you bury your head in your hands to try to calm yourself.

Then you feel Azzi behind you. Her body is warm, strong, her arms loving as she presses herself into you, offering quiet support. You choke, turning around, burying yourself in her embrace as you crumble. She murmurs nonsense to support you, tears of her own soaking your shirt, but you just hold onto each other in the kitchen.

Above all else, you remember the promise you made to your mother. You weren’t gonna let this destroy you. So you grieve, but you’re in New York for the draft, at the top of the Empire State Building, sticking close to Paige because she’s your best friend and she’s the closest thing you have to family right now. 

On Monday, you sit politely in Azzi’s suite as your stylists and hair and make-up teams bustle about, brushing product onto your face, swiping mascara through your lashes. For the most part, it’s a blur, but the knowledge that Azzi is right next to you keeps you steady. You don’t complain when Brittany helps you into your draft outfit – a simple white suit perfectly tailored to your frame, although you omit the jacket to expose your arms.

When you first catch sight of Azzi, it’s as though the very breath is stolen from your lungs. You stare at her, your eyes impossibly tender as you take in the floor-length black dress she’s wearing, the depth of her gaze heightened by her dark makeup. You swallow bashfully, feeling as though you’re a high schooler staring at their prom date for the first time. 

“You’re stunning,” you murmur, your hands reaching out to hold her. There’s a soft reverence in your features as you breathe her in.

She smiles at you. “Good arm candy, huh?” she jokes, which makes you shake your head as you laugh. You wrap your arms around her fully and rest your head in the crook of her neck, sighing and trying to regulate your emotions. The pressure of her arms around you makes you feel a little more stable. “I’m so proud of you.” Her words make you soften, tightening your grip. “And I love you. Wherever you get drafted tonight isn’t gonna change that.”

“I love you, too,” you promise.

And, for the most part, your night isn’t terrible. You pose for photos on the orange carpet, feeling yourself loosen up as you get lost in the camera flashes. When you’re pulled into your first interview, the reporter covers her mic and politely offers her condolences, which you appreciate. The interview itself is focused purely on basketball, where you’re hoping to land in the draft, what you can bring to the team that drafts you. You could answer those questions in your sleep.

Hannah and Rickea are amicable, too, asking who you’re wearing. Their energy makes you smile, relaxing a little more, and Rickea’s departing hug is a little tighter, more meaningful. You take more photos with your team, rolling your eyes when Paige rests her arm over your shoulder as if you two aren’t the same height, trying to not look too in love with Azzi when you break apart for solo shots.

Then, you and Azzi make your way into the main room, where the draft tables are separated by rope. It almost makes your heart stop beating, but Azzi takes your hand in hers, giving you a gentle squeeze and a concerned look. You just nod at her, taking a deep breath, and you make your way to your table where CD and Jamelle are waiting for you. You hug the both of them, melting a little more into CD’s arms and trying to not cry.

During your time at UConn, you relied a lot on CD – probably more than you were expecting to. Now, that relationship you have with her is just what you need right now. She doesn’t release you until you’re ready.

You thought a lot about your draft table. It would be the biggest moment of your life and you wanted the people you loved around you. There was you. Obviously. There was CD, your coach, because of course that phenom from Minnesota was hogging Geno (you didn’t mind – even if Geno was available, you probably would have chosen CD, anyway). There was Jamelle, who you learned so much from, who you went to for advice when you were hopelessly crushing on Azzi because you knew Geno would just make fun of you and CD would give you a really long lecture. There was Azzi, your girlfriend, the person who you made space for in your life because you loved them.

Then, there’s your mom, who occupies the empty chair, who’s here if not physically. She’s with you because you are her – you’re an amalgamation of all of the good parts of her and the pieces of you that you curated. You have her smile, her passion, the jumpshot that got her drafted, her wisdom and all of her heart.

You sit through the opening remarks. You clap for Paige when the Wings call her name first – she comes over to your table and hugs you, Azzi, CD, and Jamelle, winking at you conspiratorially as she walks up the stage. She poses for photos, does a quick interview with Holly Rowe, then leaves for media.

With the second pick, the Seattle Storm are on the clock, and you cast a glance at the empty chair next to you, trying to not get too emotional. Azzi reaches over, tangles your fingers together, and smiles at you gently.

Cathy returns to the podium to announce Seattle’s pick. You’re lost in thought and hardly hear the name called until Azzi squeezes your hand, saying, “It’s you!” and you glance up in confusion to see the entire room staring at you, their cheers loud. CD and Jamelle are already standing but all you can focus on is the fact that you just got drafted by the Storm, the same team that drafted your mother so many years ago, the same team you grew up idolizing. With your heart in your throat, you stand, wrapping your arms tightly around Azzi, holding back tears when she tells you she loves you and hugging CD and Jamelle just as tightly. Then, you make your way to Paige’s table, hugging Geno, and you walk up the stairs with a wobbly smile.

What you’re not prepared for is the jersey that Cathy unfolds for you to see. It’s not the standard draft jersey. It’s number thirteen – your mom’s number – and her – your – last name is printed on the back. You can’t stop the tears this time, trying your best to shake Cathy’s hand and keeping your head high so you don’t stain her outfit with your mascara. You wipe your eyes, stepping down for the interview with Holly Rowe, who has to wait until the crowd calms down to ask her first question.

“Lots of emotions here on draft night,” she begins. “Can you tell us how you’re feeling right now?”

“Blessed. Grateful. The works,” you joke through your tears, smiling when the crowd eats it up. “At risk of sounding like a broken record, I’m just happy to be here, that the Storm is taking a chance on me. They’re my hometown team and I’m honored to have been selected by them.”

You’re not prepared for her second question. “More than being your hometown team, your mother played for them for almost a decade before retirement. How are you feeling after your mother passed from cancer? Do you feel like you have pretty big shoes to fill?”

It’s almost as though the room goes pin-drop silent. You freeze, the camera guy looks as though he wants to be anywhere else, and Holly just stares at you with that same imploring, vulture-like reporter’s stare, like she hadn’t said anything wrong.

Part of you wants to be sad – this feels like humiliation on live television, your mother’s memory dishonored for clicks. Sad because every other journalist at this event had the courtesy to be respectful about your loss, but not this one.

You’re almost surprised by the anger, because where does she get off on asking such a question? Big shoes to fill? You haven’t even mourned her fully yet. You haven’t grieved enough to process a loss as big as this one. Your mother passed away a week ago, you’re barely hanging on, and you have to answer these stupid fucking questions when you could be working through all of the pain you’ve pushed to the side just so you can be here because it was what your mother wanted. Your hands tremble as you seethe, trying to hold onto the five years of UConn media training, but you’re too upset to think that actions have consequences as you answer.

“I feel like it’s a miracle you’re still employed,” you say, your gaze hard. “I don’t owe you my fucking grief.”

You don’t wait for a response as you leave her behind, already knowing this clip is going to be circulating on social media within a few hours. You feel sick as you think about what your face must have looked like, the lapse in control or the expression of pure horror. The tears pool in your eyes as your throat burns. You’d made it through the entire day without any incident and now is when you fall apart.

You find the bathroom, pushing the door open, relieved that it’s empty as you press your hands to your eyes again, uncaring of the fact you’re smudging your mascara. The first hiccuping sob leaves you in a heave as you turn on the water faucet, hands shaking as you desperately try to wipe the makeup off of your hands and your face. The second one echoes embarrassingly, which just makes you more emotional – you’re losing your mind in the bathroom at the WNBA Draft and you feel weak, unmoored, and in need of a hug from your mother but obviously, that’s a little unattainable right now.

It’s then that it hits you fully – your mother is gone. You’d kept the grief and the emotions close to your chest or with your close circle, but the fact that Holly has brought it up, that people outside of you know that your mother has passed, makes it more real. You don’t know what you’re doing – what you’re supposed to do, and it feels too late to try to figure it out. You’d never realized how high you’d built yourself up, blissfully ignorant of the fact that your mother would one day die, and now you’re starting to truly understand that it’s truly a long way down.

You’re still crying when the door opens cautiously, although you look up, already wiping your eyes. When you see it’s Azzi who has found you, you give up on trying to be strong, instead falling into her arms with equal parts relief, anguish, and anger. She holds onto you tightly as if she’s afraid you’ll disappear completely.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, smoothing down your hair as your shoulders shake. “I’m so sorry. She shouldn’t have said that.”

You shake your head, not quite having the words as you breathe Azzi in, the scent of her perfume, the shampoo she’d used the night before, the pieces of her that have blended in with the scent of you. It’s difficult to describe – the fact that Azzi is the only thing that truly feels like home right now. She’s your only source of peace, the only one who makes it feel like you’re not drowning in your grief all the time. You’re the same for her, too – you’ve both lost something.

After a few moments, the tremors in your body subside and your breathing evens out. Azzi doesn’t let you go, instead whispering, “You remember Tennessee?” You think for a moment, nodding, recalling the night in Azzi’s dorm room after you got off the plane and talked to your mom on the phone. “As long as you have basketball, you’ll have her. Don’t let Holly Rowe take that away from you. You worked so hard to get here. You did it, okay? This is everything your mom’s ever wanted for you. This is everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“I just wanted her to be here,” you confess, your voice cracking, but you don’t have anything left in you to cry.

“She is,” Azzi says. “She wouldn’t miss it. She’s proud of you, you know that?” You nod, not trusting yourself to speak, and Azzi cups the back of your neck, her nails brushing against your skin in the way she always soothes you. “And I am too. You’re going to Seattle. You’re gonna wear her jersey number – and you’re not filling her shoes. She wouldn’t want you to do that. You’re remembering her and forging your own path.”

When you don’t respond, Azzi pulls back from you, her face drawn up in worry as her hands cup your cheeks. “You okay?”

You nod again, the movement a little shaky, and you can’t help but smile when she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I will be,” you say. “Are you okay?”

She offers a sly sort of smirk. “I’m not the one who almost sucker punched Holly Rowe on national television. But I am thinking really hard about it.”

You roll your eyes, laughing despite yourself. “For real,” you whisper. “You always say I’m not alone, but…you’re not either, Az.”

“I know,” she says quietly, the affection in her eyes shining. “And I promise I’m okay. It’s… really hard but we’re taking it day by day. Together.”

“Together,” you echo.

Azzi nods, a tender smile appearing on her face as she presses her forehead to yours. “You wanna go back to the hotel?” she asks. “DoorDash a bunch of unhealthy food and watch trashy reality TV?”

You grin, kissing her gently, unfiltered adoration and appreciation seeping through the small gesture. “Later,” you say, sure of it. “I just needed a moment. I’ll power through media and then be back in time to see Kaitlyn and Aubrey get drafted. Mom would come back to beat me up if I left my teammates hanging.”

“Whatever you want,” Azzi murmurs, pulling you into her embrace again. “Just let me know how you’re feeling.”

“I will,” you say, squeezing her around the waist. “Thanks for checking on me.”

Her hold on you tightens, like she can’t imagine a world where she wouldn’t. “I always will,” she promises. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper, smiling against her skin. It feels like such a small way of verbalizing how much love you truly have for Azzi, who’d pulled you up when you thought you were sinking. You wouldn’t be here without her and that’s not something that will change, no matter how often she tries to argue against it. She has the uncanny ability to make life more manageable, and you know she understands you just the same – that the love you hold is something that transcends description. She always would.

[moonxytcn]

Throat Training Day

— Natasha Romanoff x Reader

ೀ Warnings ┆18+, cis het men & minors dni, smut, fluffy (at the end), strap blowjob (R giving), throat fuck, eating pussy (R receiving), light breath control, Natasha calls herself daddy once (oops). Tell me if I missed something please

ೀ A/n ┆I was initially going to write this as just a normal smut on my nsft account, but I thought, why not turn this into a Nat drabble hm? so here it is, enjoy and say Amen to Natasha hehe <3 Just a reminder that writing isn't exactly my strong suit, but I like to write when ideas come to me.

〃- English is not my first language.

ೀ┆Masterlist

I was on my knees, wearing only the lingerie I knew was Tasha's favorite, looking between her face and the strap she was wearing that was close to my face.

Feeling those butterflies in my stomach and the anticipation of what I knew was coming, I can't lie and say that I hadn't been thinking about this moment since I opened my eyes this morning, because I was. And I was thinking a lot. Every second, every moment I had the opportunity, my brain reminded me of what was going to happen at this exact moment, today was the day to train my throat, which honestly could just be a silly excuse for Natasha to fuck my throat. If there's one thing she loves to fuck the most, my pussy being the first, of course, it's my mouth, she says she loves seeing me on my knees for her, with little tears running down my cheeks and my mouth full of her cock.

And I love pleasing her, I would do anything for this goddess of a woman. Standing in front of me wearing only the strap exposing her toned and slightly muscular body, her strong arms, her thighs, and oh god, her abs, the one I could spend hours staring at and tracing my fingers, the one I've ridden until I came, her hands and the prominent veins in one that holds the strap on and the other that gently strokes my hair, looking at me like she owns the whole world, and mine she does. Taking me out of my thoughts I soon hear her sensual voice.

"Open your mouth, princess," she says, as she lightly threads her hands through my hair, pulling my head back slightly.

Doing as she says, she moves her hips forward, slowly inserting the strap into the warmth of my mouth, letting out a low moan as if she could feel it, which sometimes I wonder if she really does.

"God, you look so precious right now, with your mouth getting filled with my cock," see? She loves it. "Remember our rules hm? Light taps on my leg if it gets too much." She starts moving more, her hips moving back and forth, each time taking the strap deeper. She stops when she reaches the back of my throat, making me gag a little.

"Hm fuck... Just like that honey. Breathe through your nose, remember, relax and breathe," pulling the strap back she gives me a moment to breathe, a small line of drool connecting my mouth to the strap.

Rubbing the tip on my lips, she quickly thrusts it in again, this time going harder, in and out, letting us hear only the wet sound of me gagging whenever she hits the back of my throat, and her soft moan. Wrapping her left hand around the back of my neck and her right hand going to the front of my throat, feeling the movement there, she thrusts the strap all the way in this time and stops when my nose touches her belly. Leaning slightly so that she prevents me from breathing through my nose, my hands immediately go to her thighs, grabbing them.

"Shh shh come on you can handle it," Nat says as she tightens her grip on my hair, gagging and lightly slapping her thigh to let her know it's too much, she pulls away immediately letting me take a deep breath. "Good girl, fuck, so so good," she says as she caresses my face and hair.

Still breathing heavily and smiling sweetly at her, I lean forward giving kisses and light licks along the length of the strap, looking into her eyes I see them turn a darker shade of that beautiful green, taking me by surprise she grabs me making me let out a little scream, turning me onto my stomach and making me get on all fours at the end of the bed that was behind me she soon kneels behind me making me moan when I immediately feel her tongue against my dripping hole and moving down towards my clit.

"Uhh Nat- Oh fuck!" I moan feeling her rub her tongue on my clit, quickly bringing me close to my orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck, ugh baby please-" feeling a strong slap on my ass I moan louder.

"Come on sweet girl, cum for me hm? cum for your daddy," She murmurs against my pussy, licking me even faster, feeling my thighs tremble she soon grabs them as my orgasm rips through me with a scream of her name. Now slowing down, letting me enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm, she caresses my ass and back, leaving light cougar kisses on the back of my thighs. "My good little girl."

Laying down on the bed, I quickly roll over onto my back to look at her, stretching my hands towards her, inviting her to lie on top of me, to feel her weight on top of me like a blanket, her arms around me, she quickly unties the strap with a soft smile and comes to lie down with her head on top of my chest, she knows how much I appreciate skin-to-skin contact after moments like this, feeling her on top of me gives me a feeling of security and comfort.

"You were amazing as always, Y/n. I love you sweetheart, so much," she says trailing her hands gently over my arms and shoulders in a tender caress.

"And I love you more, my Natty," I tell her, tightening my arms around her, letting us relax and enjoy each other's arms in a peaceful, soft moment filled with love from both of us.

[stargirlsmooch]

OMG I SAW THAT YOU ARE TAKING REQUEST FOR VI??? Okay so hear me out… pornstar!vi that’s roommate with sweet!’i don’t even know I’m bi’!reader!! Like… the criss that reader would go through once she watches on of vi’s video 👀😩

voila... I give you pornstar!vi catching you masturbating! 18+

pornstar!vi x fem!reader

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You just couldn’t find what you were looking for. It felt like you had scrolled past every video imaginable, all of them filled with attractive guys that you knew should be pushing your buttons. But when you opened up an old tried-and-true softcore clip of a girl riding a man with significant muscles,  just the sound of him taking a breath made you cringe. 

You thought that maybe you were just going through a phase, it’s happened before; getting repulsed by any thought or sound or sight of sex. But this felt different- you were still yearning to be fucked and filled. 

It was only as you were scrolling further and further that you realised the videos started to shift- a few 2-girls-1-guy threesomes eventually opened up to girls kissing, scissoring and getting off together, and finally you found a video of a leanly muscular woman with a fake cock strapped between her hips ploughing into a sopping wet pussy.

From the thumbnail, you could only see her small pert breasts and her sweetly defined abs. You tried to ignore the way looking at her nipples made your own pucker and your panties significantly wetter as you rubbed your thighs together.

You scrolled past. You’d never been attracted to another woman in your life. You’d never seen the appeal of watching lesbian sex. You definitely weren’t interested in feeling the perfect softness of another woman writhing against you, sliding your fingers into her warm soaking pussy and tasting how sweet she was.

You scrolled back up and pressed play without giving yourself time to consider it. Immediately, the soft moans of the two girls filled your headphones, and you felt yourself sink further into your mattress. The camera focussed on the thick pink cock splitting open a perfect pussy, sliding in and out slowly, as the girl getting fucked played with her nipples.

The camera cut to a wider angle that showed both girls, their faces, and their position. One was on her back, her legs held behind the knees by the strong hands of the other, spreading them wide. The other girl knelt on the bed, her hips grinding into the pussy, their thighs and hips meeting harshly. 

It was a few seconds before you noticed the intricate back tattoo and the pink hair. The fingers that had found their way into your wet pussy halted, the dots connecting slowly. And once they had, your fingers started back up again, rocking in and out of you harder, hitting that spot that made you whimper.

With your head thrown back in pleasure, you failed to see the shadows under your bedroom door shifting, or hear the gentle knock. Vi knocked a second time, before pressing her ear to your door, wondering if you were even home, until she heard the soft mewls and that lewd wet sound of your fingers filling your pussy.

“Fuck.” Vi dragged her hand down her face, smirking. Then she knocked again, harder, and finally she heard your voice telling her to wait a second, punctuated by some rustling of your sheets, before yelling for her to come in.

You had managed to quickly sit up against your headboard, rip your headphones off your head and shift your pyjama shorts back into an appropriate position. 

By the cheeky smile on her face, you could tell Vi had heard what you’d been doing, and a pinkness filled your cheeks as a result. You smiled through the embarrassment as your roommate wandered inside and sat on the edge of your bed, “do you have any moisturiser I could borrow? I ran out.”

“Sure,” you answered, shuffling off your bed quickly, dropping your unlocked phone on the duvet screen-side up like an idiot. Violet’s gaze caught on it, the image of herself fucking making her do a double take, before she picked it up and laughed.

“Really, cupcake?” The sweet nickname she used for you falling out of her mouth on a chuckle, “I didn’t even know you were into girls.”

Moisturiser in hand, you stood in the doorway to your bathroom, “what?”

Vi waved your phone at you briefly before looking back down and watching herself roughly plunging her strap into her scene-partner. Your smile vanished as the blush on your cheeks deepened, “I’m not.”

“Oh yeah?” Violet laughed, still admiring her work.

You ran over and swiped your phone out of her hand, locked it and threw it back onto your bed. “Seriously, I’m not,” you said with less indignation than you would have hoped.

Violet’s tongue licked over her bottom lip as she looked up at you, her gaze tracking all the way from your thighs, to your nipples still poking through your tank top, to your eyes that had snagged on her mouth.

“You’re not doing a very good job of convincing me,” she said, her hands reaching forward and gently grabbing the backs of your thighs so as to not spook you. Her fingers skirted over your skin until she met the fabric of your shorts, latching onto them, tugging them down. 

Vi moved slowly, giving you plenty of opportunities to stop her, but you never did, even as your pyjamas hit the floor and your pussy was exposed to her. In fact, as her lips met your hips with soft kisses, you signed quietly and tipped your head back, and your hands clutched her shoulders. 

“Look at you. You’re so wet, cupcake.” One of her hands moved from holding onto your hips, stroking your tummy gently, before her thumb dipped in between your thighs and was drawing loose circles over your clit. 

“Vi, oh my god,” the moan ripped out of your throat, and your nails dug into Vi’s shoulders as the wetness of your pussy doubled, leaking down your thighs. You looked down at her hand on you, watching as her fingers shifted so she was tracing one up and down your soaked slit.

“Do you want my fingers, baby?” Vi smiled up at you as her other hand trailed up your chest under your shirt until your breasts were on display for her, “hold this.”

You answered her question and her demand with an enthusiastic nod, moaning as one of her fingers filled you up. With your hands holding your shirt above your tits and your hips grinding over her hand, you worked up the courage to bend over, planting your lips on hers, which she met with a kiss of her own and a hand on the back of your neck.

Violet pulled back slowly, watching the string of your shared saliva dripping off your lips and onto your heaving chest. She slipped another finger inside you, revelling in the loud moan that left your mouth, taking it as a sign to speed up her movements.

And soon you were gasping as the heat in your belly grew to be too much, and you flooded Vi’s hand, her fingers still working to help you over the edge. Vi loved the way your hips worked her fingers in return, writhing over them until your orgasm had dissipated fully and you were left whining as the aftershocks made you clench around her.

As Vi pulled her fingers out of you and you watched her suck the cum off them, you realised maybe you were into girls. 

[hansmic]

-fallout-

hyunjin x fem! reader

summary: hyunjin feeling needy after seeing u on stage.

warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex.

MDNI!!!

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They barely made it past the door before their lips collided again.

Y/n was already laughing breathlessly, dragging Hyunjin forward by the front of his hoodie, stumbling back into the quiet darkness of his room.

He kicked the door shut, caught her face in his hands, and kissed her like he hadn’t in weeks.

Because he hadn’t.

Because everything up until now had been glances, half-touches, bitten lips in the backseat of vans, and nights falling asleep texting “I miss you”.

Now she was in front of him — glowing from the stage, makeup smudged, hair sticking to her temples — and he couldn’t hold back.

He kissed her again, hungrier this time. She gasped as his hands slid up her waist under her shirt, warm palms on her bare skin.

“You looked so hot tonight,” he whispered against her mouth. “I couldn’t take it.”

She grinned, teasing. “So you liked the outfit?”

“I wanted to pull you off stage and ruin it.”

His hands moved with urgency, stripping the tank top over her head. Her sports bra was soaked from the concert, but Hyunjin didn’t care. He unclasped it carefully, eyes locking with hers.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want this. I want you.”

He let out a breath like he’d been holding it forever. “You have me.”

His lips pressed to her chest, kissing the top curve of her breast, then lower. His hands gripped her hips as she gasped softly and arched toward him.

Her hands found the hem of his hoodie, tugging it up. “Off.”

He laughed against her skin, shrugging it over his head. Then came the shirt, tossed aside, his abs gleaming with leftover sweat and desire.

Y/n ran her hands down his chest. “I missed this,” she said softly.

He kissed her jaw, her neck. “Lie down.”

She listened , heart racing, legs trembling.

He climbed over her slowly, kissing every inch of skin exposed — down her stomach, across her ribs, between her thighs.

He kissed her through her leggings, dragging his tongue along the fabric, and she let out a soft moan.

“You’re already wet,” he groaned. “For me?”

“Always.”

That broke him.

He peeled the leggings off inch by inch, kissing her thighs, her hipbones. When he finally touched her, skin to skin, she moaned his name so softly it made his chest ache.

He kissed her deeply, and while his hand circled slow, dizzying patterns against her most sensitive spot, she trembled beneath him.

“You like that?” he whispered against her lips.

She could only nod, breathless.

When his fingers slipped inside, she gasped and clutched his arms. “Hyunjin—”

“Shh. I’ve got you.”

He took his time, watching her unravel under him, learning every sound, every shiver. When she came — body arched, hand tangled in his hair — he kissed her through it, gently, lovingly.

But she wasn’t done.

She rolled him beneath her, straddling his hips, chest heaving.

“My turn.”

He smiled, dazed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

She undid his sweats with shaking hands, dragging them down. He was already hard, desperate, pulsing for her. When she took him in her hand, he hissed. “Fuck.”

“You’ve been like this all night?” she teased.

“For days.”

She leaned down to kiss him, slowly lowering herself onto him.

Both of them gasped.

“God—y/n—” He clenched the sheets. “You feel so good.”

She moved slowly at first, both of them savoring it — the closeness, the connection, the way their bodies fit like puzzle pieces that had waited too long.

Her pace quickened, and soon they were a tangle of moans and breath, his hands on her hips, hers on his chest, both of them chasing that high, eyes locked, hearts pounding.

When she started to fall apart again, he flipped them, taking over, kissing her deeply as he drove into her harder, deeper.

She cried out his name. “Don’t stop. Please—”

“I won’t,” he swore, lips at her throat. “I’ll never stop. Not with you.”

When they came together, it was overwhelming — stars bursting behind their eyes, nails in skin, names gasped into the dark.

They stayed tangled together for a long time, sweat cooling, hearts slowly slowing down.He kissed her forehead.

“I love you.”

She smiled, teary-eyed. “I love you, too.”

[kpoplustzone]

Bottoms up - IU Smut Part 2

IUXOC

Part 2 of the series

This series will be a continuation of the same OC character called Kim and there will be many Idols that will come into his life and have sex with him. this is kind of a harem story if it can be said so. The OC character will go through various exciting and erotic situations with the idols where he fucks them senseless. I will try to create a continuous type of storytelling where the previous part naturally connects with the part I am writing to.

IU X OC SMUT

Kim Slowly stood up and his big thick cock slowly presented itself in its full glory in front of her. IU looked at the thing that was just inches away from her that was glistening with her saliva and pussy juices. She slowly raised her hand and gripped it giving it a slow stroke up and down. Kim looked at the gorgeous woman who was staring at his cock and biting her lips considering whether she should suck on it once again. she was still stroking and trying to decide when a loud knock interrupted them.

"Noona. it's time to go. We have booked the hotel for dinner. all the staff are ready and good to go. Have you seen Kim Ajhussi, I have to tell him about it"

Her manager spoke from outside the door feeling sorry that he disturbed her alone time. He always felt lucky that he was working with one of the most beautiful women in Korea. She was always kind to him and he also felt that whoever was lucky to be her boyfriend was definitely lucky. he would never dream about something like that and he knew that she was level above people like him. but not even in his wildest dream he would have dreamt that the so-called goddess was on her knees stroking someone way older than her and him with such lust in her eyes.

IU heard her manager but her eyes never looked away from the cock in front of her as she stroked it and slowly it started getting semi hard which was still an impressive size. She looked up at the man and sighed.

"Wait for me with the staff. I will be out in 5 minutes. I will call Kim Ajhussi and tell him to pick you all up."

IU got her lips closer to the cock in her hand, gave it a slight kiss, and continued to kiss his pubic region, then her red lips continued kissing his whole body as she slowly stood up. Kim looked at the woman standing in front of him bare-naked. For him, it was such a beautiful sight. the perky but firm breasts, and toned abs which were the result of her training in the gym, and his eyes went down to her red moist pussy, which he enjoyed some minutes ago. He does get why men in Korea are obsessed with this woman.

IU looked at the old man standing in front of her his eyes looking at her up and down with naked lust. She had seen this look many times in her life but only from this person she could feel her body trembling from pleasure just from his gaze. Kim looked at IU who was trembling in front of him with her pussy dripping wet. He could not see the strong, confident, and graceful figure that charmed almost 70k fans just hours ago. He strode forward and pulled her into his arms and slowly started rubbing his cock with her ass.

He slowly brought his lips near her ears and whispered, "Ji eun ah. Should we do it one more time before we go ?"

IU shuddered as soft hot breath tickled her earlobes and she softly rubbed her thighs together to satisfy her leaking pussy. He knows every sensitive spot on her body. His rough hands slightly grazed her sexy red lips, tracing their full shape, and slowly his fingers pried open her mouth. IU started licking and slurping his fingers as though it was his long thick cock. Although she had dated before, this was the first time her body had surrendered completely. She was ready to do anything to give the man behind her pleasure. 

The pride and grace had been completely washed away from her when he completely conquered her body. 

KIM looked at the K-pop queen who was sucking and slurping his fingers with her eyes closed, and his gaze finally landed on her full perky breasts. Fans have always wondered how perky her tits are. She had always teased them by giving enough of a peek at her perky tits. His other hand slowly moved down slightly, touching her fair neck and slightly cupping her full breasts. The slight touch caused her body to arch backward, resting her head on his shoulder, and a heavy moan escaped her lips. And

He started teasing her by tracing his fingers along her breasts very near her sensitive pink nipples. He could feel her breath hasten as he brought his fingers close to her pink buds. She wanted him to touch it and play with it but the teasing was unbearable for her. Her whole body started trembling from the sheer amount of pleasure running through her body and her hand clutched onto his gray locks urging him to give her release.

He slowly brought his hips forward and placed his thick hard cock along her pussy lips. IU let out another moan as she felt the hot hard cock on her pussy. KIM groaned as he thrust her again and again, sandwiching his cock between her fleshy thighs. IU could only moan and groan as she felt her whole body dancing with pleasure and the room was filled with her moans. 

KIM started groping and twisting her perky tits and pinching her nipples as his hips started getting faster and faster. IU forgot that she was getting humped by an old man backstage in her concert hall with her staff waiting for her and the fans who fantasized about fucking her, but all the luck was for this old man on whose dick she was trembling and moaning on. 

She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She was close to cumming for the second time on the same day. She clutched onto his arm with her small hands as he railed his hard cock on her pussy lips and soon her whole body jerked as she came on his hard thick cock. Her knees gave out power, and she slowly fell on the floor panting and sweating. 

She could only look at the hard thing in front of her, still standing proud in amazement. This old man had so much stamina even a young woman like her could not cope with it. She looked up and could feel his eyes on her. He wanted her to finish him too.

Her lips curled up and soon the same devious IU that people love came out as she slowly stood up and picked a white tee near her and put it on covering her bare tits up. Soon she covered her still quivering pussy with a short skirt, not bothering to wear any panties.

The old man could only stand there confused with his full dick on display as the beauty in front of her started to dress.

"Ji eun ah what about me? Are you going to leave me like this" he asked, as he pointed at his thick cock.

IU shrugged as she walked forward and gave him a kiss on his lips and a stroke on his cock.

"We don't have time. We are already late. We can continue this after we go home, but now we have to go to dinner with the staff. You should go first and get ready with the car. I will come after some time."

IU let out a giggle as she walked away from him to go outside and greet her staff.

Kim looked at the closed door behind and then at his hard cock. He could only sigh as he tried hard to tuck his hard-on inside his pants and exit the room through the other door to the parking space to get his vehicle.

He drove the SUV towards the entrance of the concert stadium as rows and rows of fans were waiting for IU. They were chanting her name and waiting for her. He could only pity them because while they were waiting their beloved idol was busy sucking someone's cock.

He looked towards the entrance hearing loud cheers as a stunning beauty in a white t-shirt and a small skirt came through the door. She started waving and looking around smiling at fans and cameras. Kim looked through the window and his already hard cock tightened in his pants because when she was waving one could see all the way through her loose t-shirt. Even a bit of nipples were visible as fans rushed to take videos and pictures for future use.

He could see her smile and he knew she was doing this intentionally. A bit of a fanservice for her fans who were waiting for such A LONG TIME.

She entered the vehicle showing hearts and smiling to her fans. IU occupied the seat behind him and her manager sat behind her. Kim started the car and drove to the exit of the road. The hotel the staff booked was just a short ride of 10 minutes. Kim looked through the mirror and saw IU talking with her manager about the concert.

She looked forward and caught KIM staring at her through the front mirror and a sly smile formed on her lips. She adjusted herself so that the manager behind her could not see what was happening although it was not needed because he was looking at schedules and preparation. IU looked at Kim through the front mirror and slowly started opening her legs while slowly raising her skirt all the way up to her hips.

The wet dripping pussy was in front of him in full glory as he took in the beautiful view through his front mirror. His already hard cock strained hard against his jeans as IU slowly licked her lips and started fingering herself without the manager behind her noticing it.

Kim could only gulp and stare at her pussy for some time but soon was disappointed when she closed her smooth legs and gave him a smirk. Soon the journey to the hotel was over and she exited with her manager while giving him a gentle smile.

Inside the hotel

Kim sat in a corner with all the staff almost 15 of them including her stylists, makeup artists, and managers and he was bored as all of them were very young and he was the only old one out of them. naturally younger people would band together and ignore the older ones. IU had not yet arrived in the private room but the drinks had started flowing as they had been already ordered.

When he was thinking about gulping another glass of beer down the door to the room opened and the boss appeared. She was wearing the same white tee and a black short skirt. He could see the male gazes scanning her figure from head to toe. Young men present in the room cannot be blamed for this as they are working with such a goddess.

IU looked around the room after greeting all of them and when she spotted a seat near Kim she walked over and sat near him. The people in the room started drinking and eating and all of them were in a festive mood as IU joked around with them.

Kim could smell a familiar fragrance around him that was coming from her. He had breathed In that scent just some time ago and now smelling that familiar scent his cock hardened again, he looked at her and she was talking to her stylist who was sitting on the other side of her.

Kim slowly opened his fly and let out his hard cock giving him some relief looking around and that nobody was looking at him he slowly moved his hands under the table and grasped IU'S hand.

IU who was talking to the stylist suddenly jerked when her hand was held and guided to a hard thick thing. She turned her head towards him and then turned around like nothing happened but her hand stayed on his cock stroking him up and down. All the staff members were having a good time but only Kim was having his best day with the queen stroking him under the table.

He felt proud looking at the young men around the table who were looking at Iu with list in their eyes but they could never even touch her but here he was having his dick stroked by her.

Iu played with his dick under the table stroking slowly and also running her hands throughout the long cock sometimes pausing to run her fingers along the red tip taking all the precum on her fingers. She lifted her hand and took a fry from the table with the same fingers coated with his precum and put it in her mouth while looking at him. She even licked her fingers clean.

She looked down and seeing the cock in full glory once again started stroking him this time even faster. Her hands started going up and down even faster as she wanted to suck up all the cum inside his balls.

KIM could feel her soft hands gripping his cock and the pleasure from her stroking made him almost grunt but he could only grit his teeth and stay silent. He could feel that he was getting near. Usually, he lasts longer but this time the amount of teasing he had to endure from Iu made him unable to hold back. He let out a small grunt.

IU looked at the old man beside her and from the throbbing she felt from the cock in her hands she knew he was near. Her hands started going up and down even faster and soon she felt his dick jerking.

KIM wanted to let it all out but his breath stopped when IU slowly took a beer glass from the table and without anyone noticing she brought it down the table placing it under his dick.

This was the last thing that triggered Kim to spurt out a large amount of cum and everything fell into the beer glass covering his cock.

KIM looked around and saw everyone was getting drunk and no one was noticing their goddess was collecting cum under the table making him spurt out even more cum for her.

IU slowly raised the glass from under the table and seeing the large amount of cum in the glass licked her lips. She took a bottle of beer from the table and poured it into the glass mixing it with the cum inside it.

Kim could only watch all this with his mouth wide open as she cheered with others and downed the whole drink along with all his cum.

She slowly leaned close to him and whispered

"Ajhussi, don't go home today, you need to fuck me until the morning before I go on the worldwide tour"

Kim nodded with expectation as her hand once again grabbed his cock and stayed there for the rest of the dinner.

[bubbleggum444]

—❝GIDDY FEELING❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2.6k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 reader and damian finally connect on instagram, leading to a sweet, slightly awkward chat that ends with damian inviting her to gotham-and her saying yes. pt. 5 of "unexpected crush?!" 2 3 4

Was this guy dense or something?!

It had been well over an hour since Damian and ___ had followed each other on Instagram. So why hadn’t he texted her yet?

Was he waiting on her to make the first move?

Did he fall asleep?

Could he smell her breath through the phone and got scared off when she followed him?

—Okay, that sounded ridiculous. Ugh! She couldn’t help but be ridiculous, though.

This guy was literally stunning. And rich, too—like, everything he sent her? $$$ >>>

And don’t even get her started on his abs—nom nom nom—

What did he train for? Olympic godhood? Being blessed by the divine?

‘Come on.’

‘Come on.’

‘Come onnnn, pleaseeee.’

From pacing around her room to collapsing on her vanity like a grouchy cryptid, ___ was not doing well.

With a loud sigh, she slid off and faceplanted onto the soft mattress of her bed.

‘Welp. That’s it. Just a cruel joke—’

Ding

Her heart leapt into her throat. Her eyes darted to her screen:

Damian sent you a message.

“Thank you LORD!”

She scrambled for her phone, hands shaking with excitement, a warm blush spreading fast over her cheeks. Giddiness buzzed through her.

"Hello. I'm Damian Wayne. You may call me Damian. I just wanted to let you know I like your content."

Oh wow. He sounded a bit... snobby.

Then again, he was rich.

Her giddiness dipped—but not her hope.

‘So... he’s a fan. I mean duh. He said that in his letter…’

.

.

.

‘THE LETTER! That’s it! You, dear Damian, can be as nonchalant as you want, but I have proof you’re smitten with me. Hehehehehe... Muahahahahaha—’

She tapped out a reply:

"Why the nonchalance, Dami? Don’t seem so in the letter you sent me. wink wink"

She immediately screamed into her pillow after sending it. Was she really flirting with the literal cutest guy ever—who also happened to live oceans away? Yes.

Did she care?

Yeah. She was terrified. But she had to be LeBron James and shoot her shot. Because right now, all he was being was Franz Kafka, writing letters with no action.

"Ah. You read it. I mean, of course you have. I'm sorry for being so... brass."

"Quite the opposite. You were romantic. And I liked it. A lot."

Minutes passed without a reply. Her knee bounced impatiently.

Then a small GIF popped up in the chat: a blushing kitty with "thanks" written underneath.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

He was so... freaking cute.

"I'm flattered. I hope you liked the present as well. A small token of appreciation. Your videos bring me peace. I hope my present gave you as much happiness as you’ve given me peace."

She almost blacked out from the short-circuiting of her heart, brain—her entire existence.

His words... the way he typed...

His modesty. His gentleness. His respectfulness.

‘Okay... I need to chill.’

She got up, went to the mirror, and stared at her tomato-red face. Then shuffled into the bathroom, running cold water over her hands and pressing them to her cheeks, then her neck.

How could she respond? She wanted to sound respectful, but still flirt—just a little.

Ding

Her phone lit up again.

She rushed over.

"I was wondering if… you’d be interested in coming to the U.S.? More specifically—here. Gotham. Where I live. I’d love it if we could meet. Maybe for coffee?"

Oh wow.

She blinked.

She was flattered... but—

How was she supposed to explain that she couldn’t afford to travel? That she was broke broke?

Like—“sorry dudez, me no money, me brokey”???

Then another message came in:

"I’ll pay for it. For everything. I want to meet you. It doesn’t have to be now. But… hopefully in the future? We can see each other through video in the meantime. Get to know each other."

And then, as if reading her mind:

"I promise I’m not a creep. You saw my account, yeah? I... just want to... get to know you. In a... more romantic manner, if possible."

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Her heartbeat thundered. She felt lightheaded.

He was being direct. With her.

But still... respectful. Thoughtful.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they hovered over the keyboard. She kept glancing back up to make sure his messages were still there, that she wasn’t hallucinating.

She reread her message before sending it.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

"Sure. I’d love that, Damian. I’d love to meet you."

In that moment, ___ felt like they were both leaning closer to their screens. Trying to close the distance. Trying to feel near, even though they were far.

Did he feel it too?

All she said was that she’d like to meet him—but somehow, it felt like a confession.

Sure. I’d love that, Damian. I’d love to meet you.

I’d love that, Damian. I love you.

She flopped back on the bed, letting her phone rest on her chest and an arm fall over her eyes.

‘What are you doing to me, Damian Wayne…?’

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𝑏𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑢𝑚444©

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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@liabiamiakiawia @jason-todd-fangirl-14

@shirp-collector-of-fixations @1abi

@nervousalpacalady @silverklaus

@riaaavm  @queenofviolenceandnerds

@noecyan @theonlyjuggernaut @iiriam5

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author's note 1: pov: reader waiting 4 dami to message her

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[the-moth-archives]

Ellie Williams is smitten w you !! (sfw & nsfw)

ellie williams x (implied) femme!reader

Warnings: reader has hair and a chest otherwise no reader description - gendered terms (pretty girl, mama) - light hair pulling - light choking - small mentions of public sex - i wrote this w HBO Ellie in mind but game Ellie can also be applied bc i have a fat crush on both - aimed towards no outbreak!Ellie bc modern stores are mentioned - MINORS AND MEN DNI

A/N: hi ^^ been a bit second and i apologize - mental health has not been kind to me but i am starting to get the professional help i need :] also super cool news (idk) i think im a lesbian so what better way to come out than to post ab Bella Ramsey as Ellie (and tlou2 Ellie in general) reposts are welcome / encouraged !!!

- do not turn your back on her bc she will literally rub herself up and down your back and tower over you like a winter coat

- she likes grabbing at your chest and squeezing your breasts - they’re so soft to her it’s like her own little stress ball

- Ellie NEEDS to have you against her when she sleeps at all times, even if it’s really hot outside. she can’t get a good nights rest without being skin to skin with you

- speaking of skin to skin, she loooooves laying shirtless w you. she says it connects your bodies more, like you’re going to morph into 1 person

- when you’re out clothes shopping, she’s all over you. she’ll come up behind you and rest her head on top of yours, holds you hand when going to the next store, holding onto your hips while she sits in the dressing room w you after trying on a really cute dress / skirt

- don’t let her go into victoria secret w u. she will come out broke w the stuff she buys for u (it’s for her eyes only, that’s her excuse at least)

- if you’re overstimulated and can’t have her touch you, she’ll be so patient w you :) she’s ready w open arms when you’ve calmed down a bit

- is ur personal shopping cart in malls. u basically find a clothing item you like and throw it in her hands to try on later and she just stands there, smiling at you like a dope

- she likes to smack ur butt when you walk past her or get up from cuddling. when you whip around to look at her she pretends like nothing happened, even acting confused when you questioned her (she’s smiling like an idiot)

- when you’ve had a long day and sit in a warm bath, she busts through the bathroom door just to sit in the floor next to the tub and info dump on you. she also does that when ur showering, sometimes getting in the shower w you

- obsessed w the idea of ellie calling me “sweet girl” so yeah

- Joel treats you like you’re his daughter. he loves you so much and is always there for you :) he even kisses your head whenever he sees you

- loves when you grow out your nails. they’re such a good back scratcher, she can fall asleep without seconds

- loves when you wear lipgloss and kiss all over her face - she’ll look drunk on love, completely covered in your lipgloss (her lips would have been the most tinted bc that was the main target)

- definitely calls u mama

nsfw

- in missionary, she likes to go slow but sometimes you just need her to fuck you hard.

“common..” you look up at her, her eyes are squeezed shut as she huffs. you smack her hip to make her go faster.

“fuck me like you mean it.” you spit with no real venom. she just growls and pins you down more and thrusting into you harder

“fuckin brat.”

- she can nawt get me pregnant but that will not stop me from asking her to breed me over and over again

- need her to call me pretty girl when she’s knuckles deep

- she’s such a service top when you’re good for her omg. literally talks you through everything and asks if what she’s doing is ok even if she’s done it 100 times.

- imagine her overstimulating you and you start frantically reaching for her hand for something to keep you grounded. she watched you for a sec until you get super emotional; she can’t watch her pretty girl cry so she finally reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together

- she loves hearing you so when you stuff ur face into the pillow, she grips your hair and pulls you up. sometimes she’ll lift you but by your chin to look at your face

- back to the victoria secret thing, she’s actually very tame in the store when you try sets on unless you start teasing your first - you’re so fucked if u do that omg you’ll have to sit on the floor for a sec after to collect yourself

- light choking is her fav. she doesn’t want to hurt you at all but she loves your expression when she squeezes just a little in your neck

- after she fucks the shit out of you, she’s so gentle when putting you back together. rubs your face to ground you, sets up a bath or shower for the both of you. pls let her baby you

[guilty-ff]

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲:

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dante agrees to help a friend study anatomy, nothing serious, just muscle names and touch. But with every brush of her fingers, keeping it together gets harder.

Pairing: Dante x Fem!Reader

Genre: Friends-to-lovers, slow burn, virgin!Dante, Oneshot

Rating: Mature, MDNI

Warnings: Flustered Dante, abs touching, sexual tension, virgin!Dante panic, reader accidentally seductive

It started with a study session.

You had a practical coming up in your anatomy module, and none of your classmates were willing to sit still long enough to be used as a reference. At least not without trying to flirt, interrupt, or act like it was a date.

So, in a fit of frustration, you’d turned to Dante.

He owed you one anyway. After dragging you into some hell-infested warehouse last week and laughing when a demon nearly snapped your leg, he’d promised to “make it up to you however you want.”

Apparently, that meant letting you use him like a very warm, very sculpted anatomy model.

He hadn’t expected it to get this serious, though.

You arrived at his place with your textbooks, notes, a clipboard, and a quiet intensity that made it very clear: you weren’t here to mess around.

“No flirting,” you’d told him before even sitting down. “No smug comments. You’re basically a living skeleton today.”

He’d rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath but he behaved. Sat down. Took his shirt off. Let you study him like he was just another diagram.

That was the idea, anyway.

Now, kneeling beside him, you were already diving into shoulder anatomy with practiced ease, naming structures, examining muscle groups, sketching notations in your book like he was just a chart.

And Dante?

Dante was trying not to combust.

He really should’ve said no.

Not because he didn’t want her touching him- hell no, he wanted that more than he wanted to admit but because he hadn’t realized how hard it was gonna be to pretend it didn’t matter.

But he obeyed.

It was slow. Careful. Methodical.

Torturous.

Her touch was light, careful, dragging over the shape of his shoulders and upper back, pressing into his deltoids, tracing the curve of his biceps. She’d even had the nerve to ask him to flex.

He’d flexed.

“Long head of the triceps brachii connects here,” she murmured, her fingertip brushing the inside of his arm. “Crosses the shoulder joint and anchors along the infraglenoid tubercle of the scapula.”

Her voice was calm, clinical. Completely professional.

Meanwhile, Dante was ready to dig his own grave.

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep his breathing steady, staring at the floor like it owed him something.

She was close. Too close. Her breath brushed over his skin every time she leaned in. He could smell her shampoo. Could feel her knees brushing his thighs as she shifted.

And she didn’t have a damn clue what it was doing to him.

“Relax,” she said gently, noticing the tension in his shoulders.

Dante forced out a laugh. “Yeah. Easy for you to say, doc. You’re not sittin’ half-naked while someone pokes around like they’re lookin’ for buried treasure.”

She giggled, actually giggled, and pokes his arm lightly.

“I appreciate you letting me do this, you know.”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah. Anytime.”

He meant it. Even if he was dying inside.

She moved lower, fingers drifting across his sides. “Okay. Let’s take a look at the abdominal region.”

His breath hitched.

She didn’t notice.

Not when she shifted again, this time kneeling directly in front of him, her thighs brushing his legs, face level with his stomach. Not when she leaned forward and pushed his arm aside to get a better angle. Not when her fingers found his lower ribs and followed them down.

Dante froze.

Her hands were warm. Gentle. Focused.

They slid over the ridges of his abs, tracing the line of the rectus muscles, fingertips dragging with maddening slowness toward his navel.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

He’s wrestled with demons all his life, but this time, the ones inside him were winning. His body betrayed him, hardening in his jeans so fast it hurt, blood rushing south like it had a death wish.

And she was right there.

So close her knuckles nearly brushed the top of his waistband. So close she could see everything he didn’t want her to see.

Well... no, that was a lie.

He did want her to see. Just… not like this.

She tilted her head, oblivious.

“The external obliques run from here...” she touched his side, just above his hipbone, “...up to the lower ribs. They assist in rotation and lateral flexion. Can you twist a little to your right?”

He did, barely, but the motion tightened every muscle in his stomach, and his erection twitched in his jeans, aching.

Dante cursed under his breath.

“Did that hurt?” she asked, immediately concerned.

“No,” he said too quickly. “No, I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t. Not even close.

His palms were sweating. His jaw was locked so tight it ached. And if she moved her hand even an inch lower...

“Hey, uh.” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “Maybe we… stop there?”

She blinked. “I haven’t gone over the lower attachments yet. I still need to trace the linea alba and-”

“Trust me,” he cut in, voice strained, “you don’t.”

There was a pause.

Then her eyes flicked down.

It only took a second, a second to realize what she was looking at.

Her gaze snapped back up to his face, wide-eyed, cheeks blooming scarlet.

Dante cursed softly and dropped his head into his hand. “Shit.”

“I-I didn’t mean-” she stammered, voice small. “I wasn’t trying to make you-”

“I know,” he said quickly. “I know you weren’t. It’s not your fault.”

She didn’t move. Neither did he.

The air between them felt thick. Quiet. Loaded.

“You’re…” She hesitated. “You’re really warm.”

He laughed, hoarse. “Yeah, well. That happens when you’re turned on.”

She inhaled sharply.

Dante groaned, pressing his palm over his face. “God. Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” she whispered.

He looked at her.

She wasn’t laughing. She wasn’t pulling away. She was just...staring. Flushed and breathless and maybe just as rattled as he was.

“Because,” he said, more quietly now. “Because I’m your friend. And I didn’t wanna make this weird.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment. Then:

“…Have you ever…?”

He blinked. “Ever what?”

“Done this,” she said softly. “Been with someone.”

Dante swallowed, throat dry. “No.”

Her eyes searched his.

He shrugged, suddenly very interested in the floor. “Didn’t wanna fuck it up, I guess.”

“You wouldn’t,” she said immediately. “You wouldn’t.”

Something in her voice made him glance back up.

She looked nervous. Hesitant. But not scared.

Not running.

“Dante,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, “can I…?”

He didn’t answer with words.

He just leaned in: slow, scared, shaking and let his forehead rest against hers.

The kiss didn’t come yet.

But it could.

It was there, waiting.

And maybe, if she leaned in a little more…

Part 2

[purplereina11]

You're a highly successful basketball player who has just been transferred to Barcelona's women's team. The number 11 holds deep personal significance for you. Among the spectators is none other than football superstar Alexia Putellas, synonymous with the number 11 in Barça history, watching from the sidelines.

What starts as mutual admiration quickly turns into something more, fuelled by weeks of playful yet intense online flirting. The chemistry between you and Alexia becomes undeniable.

Alexia had just flipped the game on you.

The picture sat on your screen, daring you to respond.

No words. No caption. Just her.

And now, for the first time, you were the one caught off guard.

You could feel the heat creeping up your neck as you stared at the image, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. She knew exactly what she was doing. The sweat, the sports bra, the way her abs were tensed just enough to make sure you noticed.

You inhaled deeply, refusing to let her see that she had won.

Slowly, deliberately, you typed out a response.

You: Now who’s playing a dangerous game?

The dots appeared almost instantly.

Alexia: I don’t play games.

Oh, she was good.

You exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking your head.

She had turned the tables completely, and now the ball was in your court. So, you did what you did best. You pushed back.

You opened Instagram, swiped through your camera roll, and found a picture you had taken after your last game—a locker room shot, post-win, your jersey off, muscles still tight from the effort.

Then, with the most casual audacity you could muster, you posted it to your story with a simple caption:

"Game on."

It didn’t take long for the internet to notice.

Your notifications exploded within seconds, fans losing their minds, digging up your previous interactions with Alexia, connecting the dots. Then Alexia’s name popped up in your story views. She had seen it. But she didn’t comment. Didn’t like it. Nothing. You waited.

Five minutes.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Then, just as you were about to assume she wouldn’t bite, a new notification appeared.

Alexia: Careful. You might not like what happens next.

Your heartbeat kicked up a notch.

Because suddenly, this wasn’t just fun anymore.

It was something else entirely.

Alexia’s message sat on your screen, taunting you.

Careful. You might not like what happens next.

Your pulse ticked up a notch. Was that a warning? A threat? Or something else entirely?

You weren’t sure, but you weren’t about to back down.

You: That a promise?

You watched the typing bubbles appear, disappear, and then appear again.

Then nothing.

She left you on read.

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. She wanted you to sit with it, to wonder, to wait. Fine. Two could play that game.

The next day, you were locked in, throwing yourself into training like you had something to prove. Your team had a huge matchup coming up, and if you were going to make a statement, it needed to be on the court, not just online.

But even as you ran drills, lifted weights, and took shot after shot, your mind kept drifting back to her.

And then, as if the universe was playing along, you got a text.

Not from Alexia.

From a teammate.

Teammate: Thought you’d want to know—Putellas is here.

You froze, gripping the water bottle in your hands.

Alexia was where?

You: At our training?

Teammate: Nah. She’s just hanging out in the facility. Not even trying to be subtle about it.

You swallowed, quickly typing back.

You: Alone?

Teammate: With a couple of her teammates, but she keeps looking toward the court. 

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach flipped. Alexia wasn’t just watching from a distance anymore. She was here. You exhaled, running a towel over your face before heading back onto the court. If she wanted a show, you’d give her one.

For the next hour, you went off. Pushing harder. Playing sharper. Draining shots like it was second nature. The energy was different today, and your teammates noticed. And every time you stole a glance toward the sidelines, you caught her watching. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable. But her eyes never left you.

So, at the end of training, still buzzing with adrenaline, you decided to test her. As you walked off the court, towel slung over your shoulder, you let your gaze find hers steady, unflinching. And then, with deliberate ease, you pulled your jersey off, wiping sweat from your face, making sure she saw. You didn’t look back as you left. But you felt her eyes on you the entire time.

You didn’t check your phone right away. Not because you weren’t curious—because you knew she would text. You took your time. Showered. Changed. Hung around in the locker room longer than necessary, letting the anticipation build.

By the time you finally picked up your phone, there it was.

Alexia: That wasn’t very subtle.

A smirk tugged at your lips.

You: Neither was showing up to my training.

The dots appeared immediately.

Alexia: Didn’t realise I needed permission to be there.

You: You don’t.

You: But let’s not pretend you were there for anything other than me.

She didn’t deny it.

Instead, another message came through.

Alexia: Is that what you think?

You leaned back against your locker, debating your next move.

Then, you went for the kill.

You: I don’t think, I know.

You sent it. Watched the screen. And for the first time, Alexia didn’t have an immediate response. You laughed quietly to yourself, tossing your phone into your bag. Maybe, just maybe, you’d finally flipped the game on her again. But as you made your way out of the facility, the sound of footsteps approaching behind you made you slow down.

You already knew who it was before you turned around. Alexia stood there, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

You raised an eyebrow. “Couldn’t even wait to text back?”

Her lips twitched, like she was trying not to smirk. “You think you have me all figured out, don’t you?”

You shrugged, playing it cool. “I think you like the chase.”

Alexia took a step closer. “And what if I do?”

The tension stretched tight between you, charged, almost unbearable.

You didn’t move. Neither did she.

Then, with a slight tilt of her head, she murmured, “Careful. You might not like what happens next.”

The same words she had texted you before. Your breath caught for half a second.

But you didn’t back down. You leaned in slightly, just enough to make her wonder if you’d close the distance.

Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, you whispered “Try me.”

Alexia’s breath hitched, just barely, but you caught it.

You saw the flicker in her eyes, the way they darkened, the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips like she was considering it—like she was fighting it. For a second, you thought she might pull away. She didn’t. She moved.

Or maybe you both did, drawn together like magnets finally giving in to the pull that had been there for weeks.

Her hands gripped your hoodie, fingers digging in as your lips crashed together, hot and desperate. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative. It was everything unsaid, everything built up, everything you’d been daring each other to do spilling over at once. Alexia kissed like she played—controlled, purposeful, but with a fire underneath that threatened to burn through all of it.

Your back hit the nearest wall before you even realised she was pushing you, pressing into you, her body flush against yours like she needed to feel every inch of you, like she had something to prove. You let her. Let her take, let her press harder, let her hands slide down your sides and grip your hips like she wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

Your fingers tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to make her groan into your mouth, and the sound sent a spark down your spine, heat pooling low in your stomach. She nipped at your bottom lip, teasing, testing, and you answered by flipping the dynamic, spinning her so her back hit the wall this time.

She let out a soft gasp, but it melted into a smirk. Like she had expected nothing less. Like she wanted this. The tension, the fight for control, the way neither of you were willing to be the first to break. Your lips met again, harder, deeper, both of you pushing, pulling, matching each other with every move, hands exploring, gripping, learning.

You felt her exhale against your mouth, shaky, like she was finally giving in to something she’d been trying to hold back. And for the first time since this whole thing started—you both stopped pretending.

Stopped pretending this was just a game.

Stopped pretending you didn’t want this.

Stopped pretending you hadn’t already lost to each other.

When you finally pulled back, your breath mingling with hers, Alexia’s eyes searched yours, still heavy-lidded, still burning.

She swallowed, voice rough. “You gonna run again?”

You smirked, brushing your thumb over her jaw. “Not this time.”

Alexia’s fingers curled around the front of your hoodie like she wasn’t ready to let you go just yet—not that you were going anywhere. Your breaths were heavy, mingling in the space between you, both of you still pressed against the wall, still tangled in the tension neither of you had any interest in easing.

You could feel the heat of her body, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly, the slight tremor in her hands where they clutched at you. You knew you had her. But the problem was—she had you too.

Your thumb brushed against her jaw again, slow, teasing, but you could feel the way her pulse raced under your touch. You tilted your head, voice low, daring. “So what now, capitana?”

Her grip on you tightened slightly at the nickname. Her gaze flickered, sharp and unreadable, before her lips quirked into the kind of smirk that promised trouble. Alexia leaned in, her lips just barely grazing yours, her breath warm against your skin. “That depends…”

You swallowed, your own breath hitching. “On?”

Her fingers traced down the front of your hoodie, slow, deliberate, like she was making a decision in real time. Then, she leaned into your ear, voice like a damn challenge. “…how badly you want me.”

Your restraint snapped. Your hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her into you again, lips crashing together, hotter, hungrier this time. She met you with the same intensity, her body moulding into yours as your fingers dug into her hips, pulling her impossibly closer.

There was nothing careful about it.

No hesitation. No second-guessing.

Just hands and lips and the kind of desperation that came from weeks of pushing and pulling and daring each other to break first. Alexia’s hands slipped under your hoodie, palms skimming your sides, nails dragging lightly over your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

Your lips parted just enough for her to deepen the kiss, and the way she took it—like she had every right to—had heat pooling low in your stomach.

She had always played with control, but right now, you weren’t sure who was controlling who.

And for once? You didn’t care.

The sound of a door opening down the hallway made you both freeze. Reality crashed back in, hard and unwelcome, but neither of you pulled away completely.

Your lips were still inches apart, breaths still heavy, fingers still gripping onto each other like neither of you wanted to be the first to let go. Alexia swallowed, her eyes flickering between your lips and your gaze, like she was debating whether or not to just say screw it and pull you back in.

Your own pulse thundered in your ears, your body screaming at you to ignore whatever was happening outside this bubble and just take her. But then the moment shattered further when a voice called out, closer this time.

“Alexia?”

You recognized it immediately—one of her teammates.

She cursed under her breath, closing her eyes briefly before finally stepping back, the loss of her warmth making your skin prickle. You exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to do the same. She looked at you, something unreadable in her expression, something unfinished lingering between you.

Then, she smirked—just slightly, just enough to let you know this wasn’t over. Not even close. And as she walked away, leaving you standing there, pulse still racing, body still burning, one thing was painfully clear you had just crossed the point of no return.

The drive home felt eternal. Every red light a punishment, every car in front of you moving at a glacial pace. Your fingers drummed restlessly against the steering wheel, your body still humming with unresolved tension.

You could still feel her—the pressure of her lips, the drag of her nails, the way her body had melded against yours like she'd been designed to fit there. The phantom sensation of her hands gripping your hoodie haunted you, made your skin burn where she'd touched.

When you finally reached your apartment, you barely remembered closing the door behind you before collapsing onto your couch, exhaling a breath you felt like you'd been holding since she walked away.

Your phone burned a hole in your pocket. You wanted to text her. You needed to text her. But what would you even say?

So about that kiss...

When can I see you again?

I can't stop thinking about your hands on me.

None of it felt right. All of it felt desperate. And you weren't about to let her know just how completely she'd unraveled you.

You tossed your phone aside, running your hands over your face. This wasn't just about winning anymore. This wasn't even about the game you'd been playing. This was about the way she'd looked at you right before her lips touched yours—hungry, determined, like she'd been fighting this for as long as you had.

Your phone buzzed, the sound cutting through your thoughts like a knife. You reached for it, heart hammering, expecting—hoping—it was her.

It wasn't.

Just a notification from the team about tomorrow's training schedule. You sighed, dropping your phone back onto the couch. She was making you wait. Again. But this time, it felt different. This time, it wasn't just teasing. It was calculated. She was letting you stew in it, making you replay every moment, every touch, every taste.

And it was working. You couldn't focus on anything else. Not the upcoming game, not your training, not even the fact that your apartment was a mess and you hadn't eaten since lunch.

All you could think about was Alexia. Finally, just as you were about to give in and text her first, your phone lit up.

Alexia: I’m at Red, come see me

Not a question. A statement. Your pulse quickened, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. Still so damn bossy. You waited a moment, letting her experience the same anticipation she'd put you through, before typing back.

You: Is that an order, capitana?

The dots appeared immediately.

Alexia: Would you prefer if it was?

Heat crept up your neck. She was good at this. Too good.

You: I'll be there soon.

Alexia: I know.

The club was packed, bodies pressed together, music pulsing through the air like a heartbeat. You scanned the crowd, searching for her among the sea of faces, the dim lighting making it harder to spot anyone specific.

Your phone buzzed in your hand.

Alexia: VIP section. Left side.

Part 10