#and the big party's happening saturday

[cheol-e-kat]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐭. 𝐜.𝐬𝐜

the unknown sender one

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

summary: seungcheol keeps getting nudes and he hasn't a clue from who, but maybe you do

genre: rivals to lovers, college au

word count: 1.8k

He loved that you pretended to hate him. Every time you had given him side eye in class or avoided him at a party - all fake. Every time he watched you pointedly flirt with someone else in front of him - it was just an act.

He wasn’t jealous, though. Because no matter what you did, no matter what the little performance was for the day, he knew exactly who you really wanted.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

It had started with dirty messages. 

At first he had no idea who was texting him, but they were fun. 

How could he be mad at someone who told him in detail all the ways they wanted him to fuck them - all the random moments in a day when they would rather be sucking his cock than doing whatever they were doing. 

He didn’t think it would last very long, maybe a few days or a week at most. 

But he was surprised when they continued. There were the normal dirty texts, but then there was a photo early one morning. First one photo and then a second one. 

The first was of panties, blue mesh with little white polka dots. 

He had chewed his lip lightly before messaging back. 

[seungcheol]

v cute

Then there was the second photo that had made his cock stiffen. 

He didn’t know what to say because this time whoever it was sending the texts and photos was sitting, wearing the cute panties. Her gorgeous thighs open, and her fingers dipping down between her legs, pushing the crotch of her panties to the side to reveal her very wet pussy lips. 

[unknown]

just for you

His mouth was like cotton. His brain was mush. He could barely think of his own name, much less a message to respond. 

He had jammed his phone in his pocket and left for class. In all reality, he had no idea how he even made it to the right class. 

He barely took notes. You were sitting next to him, thanks to assigned seating and no other reason. 

He was surprised when you even glanced his way during break. 

“No notes today?“ You quipped. 

He shrugged. “Uh, I don’t know.”

You watched him for a moment. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” he mumbled, still thinking about whoever was wearing those blue panties. 

You bit your lip gently. “Do you want to borrow my notes later?”

It was the second unexpected thing to happen to him. You - his rival in almost every class who made no secret of how you couldn’t stand him. You were offering to share your precious notes. 

He glanced at you then. “What?” He asked softly in surprise. 

You sighed. “Do you want to borrow my notes?” You repeated yourself slowly, dragging out every syllable. 

He didn’t care - he just nodded. 

“Okay, but it’s only because you look like someone broke your brain or something,” you muttered with a small smile. 

He nodded because that was accurate. Someone had broken his brain. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

And they seemed to enjoy it because it became like a morning ritual. Two photos. 

Until one Saturday morning it changed. 

There was just one photo. 

No panties for him to imagine. 

Just her naked pussy. And her fingers shoved inside herself. 

He replied almost immediately. 

[seungcheol]

that’s not fair

He watched the little dots on his screen. 

[unknown]

what’s unfair is that u never show me anything in return 

He scoffed. “What the fuck?” He muttered. It wasn’t that his dick wasn’t hard - it definitely was. 

[seungcheol]

ur asking to see my dick??

He waited again. 

[unknown]

yae cheol show me ur gorgeous cock i know it’s better irl than anything i can imagine

She sent another photo, her breasts, her pussy, everything, like she was waiting to be fucked. 

He bit his lip gently, reading the message over again and staring at the photo. 

[seungcheol]

fuck ur beautiful […]

how do you imagine it?

[unknown]

srsly

[seungcheol]

ya srsly […]

tell me

[unknown]

big and thick […]

perfect pink head that i want to lick and suck and tease 

He groaned as he slid his hand under the waistband of his underwear, pumping his cock roughly.

He was used to a few messages here and there, but not an actual conversation. 

[seungcheol]

i want you swallowing me

[unknown]

mhm i’d love you to fuck my mouth […]

nice and rough

He bit his lip, knowing he was on the edge. 

[seungcheol]

want to fuck your pussy too […]

cum inside you […]

fill you up

[unknown]

knew you were nasty […]

so fuckin perf

He was so close to coming. He shoved his underwear off and sat up to snap a photo of himself. Whoever it was, she wasn’t wrong about him. The only thing she missed was the way precum was dripping down his shaft. 

He hit ‘send’ and finished himself off. He took a photo of that too - his still hard cock standing stiff and his cum covered stomach. 

He sent it. 

[unknown]

fuck ur still hard […]

i want u inside me […]

want you fucking me full bby

He grinned as he used his tshirt to wipe his clean up his cum. 

[seungcheol]

i’d have to know who u are first

[unknown]

u do kno me tho

He chewed his lip lightly. 

[seungcheol]

yea but not really

[unknown]

you’ve seen my pussy 

He grinned. 

[seungcheol]

so i should go around looking for the pussy that matches the photos??

[unknown]

no. you should not 

He had never asked who it was. He kind of liked not knowing, or at least knowing it could be almost anyone. 

[unknown]

maybe we could meet

It had been going on for weeks. 

[seungcheol]

you really want to meet?

He waited for an answer, wondering if she was serious. 

[unknown]

maybe […]

see you later cheollie 

He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what that meant. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

He met you later that day. For whatever reason you’d decided that working together was smarter than competing, so you’d been meeting for the last few weeks to share notes and practice exams. 

He sat in the normal spot where you met, north campus library, fifth floor, near the windows. 

You were a few minutes late, apologizing as you sat down. He smiled, wondering why you cared about being a few minutes late on a Saturday. 

“Good morning?” You asked as you opened your laptop. 

He nodded. “Yeah, you?”

You nodded, smiling. “Really good,” you murmured. 

He blushed slightly - there was something about the way you said it was a really good morning that made his dick twitch. It felt familiar somehow. 

You sighed softly, typing away. He yawned, waiting for you to tell him which exam you wanted to review. 

You glanced at him. “Cute.”

“I was up late.” He shrugged. 

“Oh yeah? What’s her name?”

He snorted. “Her name is beer pong.”

You glanced up, smirking. “So you’re good?”

He nodded. “Pretty good, yeah.”

You smiled. “Hmm, just pretty good or actually good?”

“Actually good.”

You nodded. “Would you maybe want to come to a party with me then?”

You continued to surprise him. Since when had you ever wanted to be seen anywhere with him. 

“Why?”

“Because there’s someone more annoying than you who I really want to beat,” you said with a smile. 

He rolled his eyes. 

You sighed and looked at him. “Okay, look, please, Seungcheol? I just need a partner for like a few rounds, and if we win, I’ll owe you,” you said, your voice was just the tiniest bit whiny. 

It was cute.

He chewed his lip lightly. “Owe me how?”

“One social favor of equal or lesser value,” you said sweetly. 

It was bizarre, but so was everything else. So he agreed.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

He had seen you out before, and he had maybe been stupid enough when he first met you to try to talk to you, thinking that being competitive over grades didn’t extend to social things. And you shot him down blindingly fast.

But tonight was different. 

You invited him over to pre-game before the party. He had stopped questioning anything you did by then.

After a few shots, of course, he followed you into your bedroom. And when you were straddling his lap, kissing him, your hands tangling in his hair, all he could think was that you were on the cusp of fucking.

Until you leaned back, grabbing his hands and guiding them to your thighs, pushing up your skirt. He swallowed hard when he saw.

No underwear. He looked up at you, biting his lip. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

You smiled, leaning close, lips brushing his cheek. “You wanted to meet, right?”

He squeezed your thighs gently. “You?”

“Mmmh, me,” you whispered.

He hummed. “And I thought you hated me.” He fell back on your bed. 

You traced your hands down his chest. “No, you’re just annoying - smart and so annoying.”

He grinned softly, his hands tracing high on your hip and down lower, his fingers skimming just above your pussy. “How’d you even get my number?”

You sighed softly. “You gave it to me first year.” Your hands covered his, pulling them up to your breasts.

He moaned. “Come here,” he whispered, pulling your hips towards him, wanting to eat you from below. He’d been thinking about your pussy all day, not even knowing it was yours, now he wanted to drown in you. 

He licked up into you, tasting you. 

You moaned. “Fuck, don’t stop,” you whined.

He grinned, adding his fingers, like he had any plans to stop what he was doing to you. 

He loved the sounds you made, all the soft whines and the way you whispered his name. Every word was needy and sweet.

And then you came - you leaned forward, bracing yourself against the wall, mewling his name. “Oh fuck, please - please don’t stop.” You were gasping. 

He grabbed your thighs harder, holding you in place, wanting to taste every drop. And when he let you go, he pushed you back onto the bed, pulling off his shirt and yours. He kissed and licked your tits, sucking them roughly, wanting to leave marks.

When he leaned up, he kissed you and felt the way your legs went around his waist. It was the most perfect feeling. 

He leaned up, looking at you, tracing his fingers along your cheek and jaw. “So perfect,” he whispered. 

You smiled. “You too.” He felt the way your hands traced along his pecs and down his stomach. 

He ducked back down, kissing you more, loving how sloppy and messy it was. 

And when you were both finally naked and his cock was buried in your pussy, he couldn’t help the way he snapped his hips. Or the rough contact his pelvis made with yours. You sounded so wet, he couldn’t help himself. The way you came was so good. So fucking good. 

And when he was finally spent, he felt like he melted against you, pulling you close. He needed to feel your skin against his, even while he slept. 

You were definitely his now.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

a/n: because cheol is always on my mind ^^

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[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: toxic relationship, obsessiveness, possessiveness, denied break-up, abuse, manipulation, ish-kidnapping

♡ inspired by this by the lovely @eevwrites

♡ FEM reader

You’d wanted to be nicer about it. You’d planned it carefully, actually—even written down the words you were going to say in several drafts on your notes app. 

This was his fault—his fault that things were ending this way—his fault for making you do it now and not someplace else, someplace private where you could talk properly and do it right. Yes, this wasn’t what you wanted—this is what he’d made it be by forcing your hand—forcing your hand to throw a drink in his face in front of an entire crowd of drunk and dancing onlookers, as well as a handful of your mutual friends.

“Grow the fuck up!” you bark, taking on a hostile stance by placing your kitten heel down hard—glaring at him in all manners of vicious. “I’m not your property—and after this night, I’m not your girl either.”

No—it wasn’t how you wanted to end things—breaking up is something that should be done carefully—responsibly, and at the very least sensibly—not drunk or in the heat of a moment in some club a late Saturday night, but that’s how he’d made it happen. Always on you like a dog with a bone, a pest to your party—asking you to drink less, to wear more, to stop dancing like that, and to go home early with him. Fuck that, and fuck him. For the last time.

You glower at him for a moment—wanting to see your words solidify as they dawn on his shell-shocked face dripping with your drink. You watch long enough to catch his cheeks start to pool with bright, chagrinned pink—even in the dim club lights—before ripping your wrist out from his grip and stomping away from him, back into the crowd of sweaty, indiscriminate bodies all having fun to the beat of the drum and bass blasting over the speakers.

You might apologize for it tomorrow—tell him you hadn’t meant for it to come out like that, then break up properly as you’d intended with your well-written note at a Sunday cafe. But right now, you just want to dance. Hell, that’s what you’d come here to do—not to stand pretty between his arms and listen to him whine about all the people checking you out. Jeez—a fucking party pooper if there ever was one, and an insecure loser at that.

Your relationship ended mere moments ago, but you’re already feeling fantastic—ecstatic even—freed and light as a feather, like a big burdensome weight has just been dusted off your shoulders and given you a squeaky-clean break. In fact, with the way you’re feeling right now, not to mention the way you’re looking—hair right and makeup done up drop-dead gorgeous in your perfect little black dress hot as all hell—you might very well go home with someone else.

Is what you think in your alcohol-induced head—looking back at the guy who’s rubbing back into your grinding, thinking he’s quite a solid rebound. He even buys you another drink! Then two, then three, and ooh wee, guess who’s going home with a hot stranger!

The two of you stumble out of the club together—drunk and dumb and giggly, ready to order a cab to his place. It would be the first time in a very long time you’d have a one-night stand, but you have no mind to rethink it. On cloud nine, where you cling to the good-looker—as though you were scared he’d slip through your fingers if you let go for even a moment—as if you’d been denied a fun time for so long, you feared someone might come and take the thrill away.

“There you are,” a voice breaks your laughter, cracking the bright smile on your face. “Finally done?”

You go quiet, and so does the world around you—stopping dead in your tracks, you look up through your lashes as if ashamed to meet his gaze—knowing it would be harsh.

“And who are you supposed to be?” tonight’s unfortunate boytoy cocks his head.

Your boyfriend–no—your ex-boyfriend squares up, folding his arms upon his puffed chest, arms that look more threatening than you remember, then cocks his chin with an unamused face. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Pfft—no, you’re not,” you slur with a scoff, shaking your head, trying to sober up. “I broke up with you.”

Your ex doesn’t find it as funny, giving you a steely glare while raising a strict pointer at you. “Shut it. You’ve had your fun.”

He then grabs your upper arm hard, pulling you away from the stranger and close to his side—grip so tight his knuckles whiten against your flesh.

“Sorry about her,” he chuckles at the stranger with a stiff smile on his face. “She gets like this sometimes—y’know how girls are…” He looks down at you while he says the next thing, “Attention whores.”

And then he laughs again, looking back at your friend—who, at this point, is looking a little uncomfortable where he stands caught in the middle of the awkward exchange.

“I apologize if she got your hopes up, but she’s only doing this to rile me up and has absolutely zero intentions of going home with you—so you might as well just scram.”

He’s already backing away when you interject, “Hey—” 

But he just throws his hands up. “Sorry, you’re fine, but I’m not touching this.”

Your ex scoffs with a smirk. “Smart kid.”

And then the guy’s gone. Just like that. Slipped away—leaving you alone again with him. The one you can’t ever seem to escape.

“Tch—look at you,” he grumbles, looking you over, still with a mean grip of your upper arm. “ You’re a drunk mess. I’m taking you home.”

You plant your heels—or try to at least—as he starts dragging you along towards the lot where he’d parked his car. 

“Stop!” you say, wanting to pull your arm free but failing. “I told you already—I’m not your girlfriend—we’re done, so leave me alone.”

He doesn’t pay you any mind, maintaining a straight route to the car.

“Let go!” you whine, tightening your hand around the strap to your purse before slapping it across his back. “I said—”

“I thought I told you to shut your mouth,” he growls once the two of you reach the car. “I’ve had about enough of this attitude of yours.” 

Turning to face you, he instantly yanks your handbag out of your grip, all but confiscating it—his warped expression only a short inch away from yours, glaring at you with his teeth clenched.

“Now, if you know what’s best for you, you’re gonna sit your bratty ass down in the car and put your goddamn seatbelt on before I get even more pissed off than I already am—then maybe, just maybe, I’ll go a little easier on you once we get home.”

He pops the passenger’s door open before throwing you inside—keeping your purse to himself as he rounds the car and gets in the driver’s seat, along with your phone and credit card. Left no other options but to take your chances in the sketchy club district, all alone, in the middle of the night, with no good means of getting home…

You deliberate it, holding onto the door handle, ready to jump out—but ultimately, you sit pretty as he starts the car.

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[nightingale-prompts]

Time Off-DCxDP prompt

Getting Phantom to comply with anything is hard enough. He does his own thing more of the time. He is constantly shifted from team to team as a sort of contracted hero. He goes where he is needed.

So far they have learned a lot about his kind. Ghost were hard to pin down due to how different they behaved. One important thing they have learn is Ghosts have their own rules and one big rule is never skipping out on the holidays. They celebrate every holiday they can from Halloween, Christmas, to New years. They like these days. Other holidays like Independence Day depend on the ghost. But Phantom made it clear that they have their own holidays that were very important. If those days came up he had to adhere to them.

"A meeting. I can't go. Not next Saturday. It's the Veil's Thinning." Phantom said "It's the biggest part of the year."

The Thinning was the day the barrier between realms weakens and allows natural portals to form. It is the one day that they are given free rein to roam. They can visit family or finish their business. They even leave gifts or messages for the living.

"You can't come because of a party? Phantom this is serious business." Natman sighed.

"I am being serious. Your parents visit you every year for the Thinning and you can't even appreciate it. The least you could do is respect our traditions and leave an offering for them this year." Phantom pouted as he jetted off

**********

"I need a date to the Haunter's Ball. Or else Clock's gonna choose someone for me." Danny sighed flopping on the couch.

The Titans all glanced at one another to see who was going to try to claim the title first.

Phantom took the silence as a no.

"The ball is sort of like a fea party. Friendly hauntings, playing tricks on mortals, and attend a grand feast where we eat enchanted food. You have to dress in costume though. It also happens to fall on my death day so its a big deal if I don't go."

He conveniently left out that part that mortals who dare attend may earn favor with the Ancients—or become the subject of ghostly pranks.

************

Not every holiday is a celebration.

One day in particular was The Silence. A day of absolute stillness, observed once per year. On that day, all spirits cease their movement. It is a sacred time of contemplation, where ghosts meditate on their past lives and what lies beyond their new form.

Phantom took it very seriously. He sent it meditating in the Watchtower. J'onn joined him in silent contemplation. It's an emotional holiday.

It doesn't compare to the holiday that has no set date. The Unfinished Mourning. when a great tragedy befalls a world a large number of souls enter the realm on their way to the other side. Some stay, but most don't. Their deaths are often sudden and unfair. Ghosts of the recently departed come together to grieve alongside the living. Those who participate earn a brief moment of clarity, where they may remember their lives and speak their final thoughts before they depart to their afterlife fully.

Phantom isn't seen during this time. He is busy laying souls to rest and performing last rights. He knows the names of the dead and marks them all down so that they are buried properly. He tells families, the survivors of their loved ones' fate. He gives them final goodbyes. He takes the blame of angry citizens who tell him it's his fault. He is demonized most in these moments as a harbinger of death. He can not control what he is and knows his role is important. For the living and the dead.

************

On a very special night Phantom invites everyone to his favorite holiday. It was created for him after all. Clockwork named it thousands of years ago when Phantom accidentally created it. Long story.

The Night of Unanswered Whispers. A rare celestial event when the stars align in a specific pattern. Ghosts gain the ability to be heard clearly by the living but only in riddles and cryptic phrases. Many spirits use this opportunity to pass on secrets, hidden knowledge, or warnings. Scholars and mystics would spend the night deciphering ghostly murmurs in hopes of uncovering forgotten lore.

Ot was like a giant puzzle to solve as everyone could write down their messages and try to solve them. The Bat family members liked it as much as Danny did. Diana and Hal just liked the atmosphere. It was a nice moonlit picnic under the stars with wisps providing light.

(That's the end for now. I have 10 more holidays in mind.)

[moody-alcoholic]

This but things go wrong

CW: stalking behaviour, overprotective 141, fluff, alcohol.

___

“See her coming out now.” Ghost says over the radio.

“Afirm.” Soap’s voice comes back almost instantly. Ghost watches as you stumble over the pavement, pulling your jacket over your shoulders. It’s almost 3am, and most clubs are closing. The friend you came out with left an hour ago. Now you’re alone, drunk, swaying through the streets of London on a busy Saturday night.

“Watch your distance Soap, no need to spook her.” Price says.

“Copy.” Soap says as he weaves his way through the crowd of clubbers spilling out of the various nightclubs and bars. He keeps his head low, making sure to keep a safe distance from you. They’re not going to lose sight of you though. That’s what Ghost is for.

He slips between the crowds on the other side of the street, slipping into the shadows every opportunity he gets.

“She’ll take the next right. Don’t lose her.” Price says as you pick up your pace slightly. He’ll be driving to the next location, ready to pick you up at a moment's notice. You pull your phone out, typing while you struggle to keep your balance. Ghost lost track of how many drinks you had.

It was a celebration after all, your friend getting a big promotion, she took you to one of the fanciest bars in the city. Even though she left early you still seemed to be having fun, helping yourself to another drink before finally deciding to call it a night.

The streets off the main road are darker, quieter. Less room for error.

Ghost watches as Soap gets slowed down by a group of girls cat-calling him. He plays it off in that annoying way that makes Ghost feel possessive of him. Hie eyes linger on the hen party fussing around him, gritting his teeth as Soap pushes through them.

Ghost looks back to were you were. Shit. He’s lost visual.

“Ghost?” Soap’s voice comes through, concerned.

“Lost visual Soap. Keep walking I’ll push ahead.” Ghost says picking up his pace to make it to the next corner.

“You lost her?” Price’s voice comes through. “Need me to move?”

“Stand-by.” Ghost says. He’s holding his breath as he jogs up the street, when he turns the corner his stomach drops. Fuck. He still can’t see you. The street is quiet though.

“Soap, double time, need you to check your side of the street.”

“Copy.” Soap says, Ghost waits until Soap makes it to the top of the street. They move together in sync checking each alley way, each garden, every nook and cranny.

“Sitrep Ghost.” Price asks after a few minutes of silence. Ghost sighs before replying, swallowing the lump in his throat. He opens his mouth to reply but he doesn’t get time.

“I see her.” He breathes out a breath of relief, it doesn’t last long.

“Got two guys on her.”

Ghost’s steps pick up, he spots you leaning against a stranger, you’re swaying in the street. He hears you laugh as the second man’s arm wraps round your waist.

“Price, get to the next rendezvous. Well bring her to you.” Ghost says already crossing the street. “Soap get her attention. I’ll deal with the guys.”

“Need me to call Gaz?” Price asks.

“Negative, we’ve got this.” Ghost says as Soap calls out for you. You turn in the strangers arms, your face lights up when you see him.

“Johnny!” You call reaching out for him. The stranger keeps his grip on you, it makes Soap’s stomach turn. “What are you doing here?”

You’re unsteady on your feet trying to pull yourself off the man his friend looks around. The street is dark, there are no streetlamps on down here, it’s easy to slip into an ally, who knows what could have happened.

“I was having a drink saw you leave the bar.” He says with a smile, his eyes keeping track of the shadows. Ghost will already be on the move. The second guy has taken a step back, he only needs to worry about the stranger with his hands on you.

“Do you know him?” He asks, his fingers digging into your waist, Soap wants to tear him off you. You’re drunk, he’s taking advantage of you.

Knight in shining armor, it almost makes Soap laugh.

“Yeah! He’s my boyfriend.” You say still trying to rangel yourself out of his grip, Soap looks in your eyes, it’s almost like you have a second of clarity. The stranger loosens his grip on you.

“Boyfriend?” He asks. The other stranger has taken another step back.

Things happen quickly. It’s like Ghost comes from deep within the shadows, his hand grips the shoulder of the second man, Soap watches the colour drain from his face. Soap reaches forward gripping your wrists and pulling you out the first mans grip and into his arms.

“Hey!” He the man calls reaching out to try and grab you back. Soap ignores him wrapping his own arm round your waist. You lean against him as he walks you back down the road.

“Heading to rendezvous.” Soap says.

“Huh?” You ask turning up to look at him.

“How was your night?” He asks kissing you on the top of your head.

“Great! We celebrated and I remember what you said watch my drinks. I made sure I could always see them.” You say, Soap smiles as you turn the corner back to the main road.

“Good girl. Did you have fun?” He asks.

“Yeah, I got to meet her boss, he’s a really nice guy for a bank manager.” You chuckle. Soap spots Price parked in a taxi bay. You don’t seem to notice though talking about your friend and her promotion.

“Ghost, sitrep?” Price asks.

“All good here Cap. Should be finished up soon, don’t wait for me.” Soap smiles as he helps you into the back of the car.

“John!” You call reaching round the drivers seat to hug him. He smiles his eyes flicking up to Soap who helps you put your seat belt on.

“Seems like you’ve had an eventful night.” John says as he drives off.

“Yeah, it was fun.” You say leaning up against Soap who wraps his arms round you.

…

When they make it back to the house you’re asleep. Kyle is already waiting at the front door as John pulls up into the drive. John opens the back door of the car, you don’t wake as Johnny undoes your seat belt. You murmur as John scoops you up in his arms. He shushes you carrying you into the house.

Kyle’s hand comes to brush hair out your face as John walks through the doorway.

“Is she okay?” He asks looking up at John.

“She’s fine, too much to drink.” John says transferring you into Kyle's arms.

“Make sure Simon gets home safe.” Kyle asks turning into the house. John smiles kissing Kyle’s forehead.

“Of course. Make sure she’s okay.” John asks his hand coming to brush you cheek.

“Always.” Kyle smiles.

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[wasiandude]

Understand my son more.

Albert was the typical 50-year-old father, bald, beer-bellied and hairy, a father who always had problems with his 18-year-old son, theo.

Since his wife left them, Albert always had to keep an eye on Theo and Theo was more obedient when he was little, but once he turned 18 he became rebellious and always disobeyed his father

One Saturday afternoon albert was on his couch, with a beer in his hand and watching television, exactly a football match, As he had already had a few drinks, he began to remember all the times Theo had yelled at him: "stay out of my life!"

He let out a small sigh as I leaned my head back on the couch.

"Sometimes I wish I could understand my son better, walk in his shoes and see everything that goes through his mind, to try to understand him better." Albert said.

As he continued to think and drink beer, the sound of the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Theo told me he'd be back from the frat party later, I haven't cleaned the house, god"

Albert quickly stood up to throw away his beer, the pizza box and clean up the table a bit so Theo wouldn't yell at him, After he finished he sighed and went to open the door, to his surprise there was no one, he look to one side, to the other side and nobody, so it occurred to him to look down, he found what looked like a chain.

He raised an eyebrow and then picked it up and began to inspect it, it was nothing out of the ordinary just a bronze chain that was quite nice, it looked a lot like the ones his son wore, So he just shrugged and carried the chain over to the table.

He went back to the door to close it so he could sit back down on the couch and continue watching his football game, But something inside him told him to look at the chain again, since it was quite pretty and he liked it, so he got up from the couch just to grab the chain.

He wanted to put it on, but he couldn't, he clearly knew it was his son's... What would happen if his son came and saw him wearing it? A fight, and he didn't want to fight.

But after a few minutes of thinking, he grabbed the chain and put it around his neck, He went to his room and looked at himself completely because the chain looked very good on him so he just smiled and went back to his couch.

The hours passed and Theo did not arrive from the party, his father wondered if something bad had happened to his son, But knowing what Theo was like, he imagined that he was having sex with one of the cheerleaders, so all his worries went away.

The clock read exactly 12:00 a.m. so albert fell asleep with a beer in his hand and with the chain on.

The next day Albert woke up to the sound of cars and neighbors, he sat up to stretch and yawn but he was still sleepy, he wondered why but then he just shook his head and stood up, his body felt quite hot and he felt weird.

He walked up the stairs of his house and began to walk towards the hallway, he wondered if his son had arrived while he was sleeping so he opened his room but Theo was not there.

Theo's room smelled pretty bad, sweat, dirty socks, cigarette and... ¿C*m?

Albert had an idea, to clean Theo's room, so he went in and started picking up Theo's dirty clothes from the floor but without realizing it he got a cramp in his foot, so he sat down in his bed son.

Strangely, he began to feel dizzy, so he brought his hands to his head and then closed his eyes, perhaps the smell of the room could have made him dizzy.

"God, what's wrong with me?"

And without realizing it, his big, hairy feet began to shrink, all the hair on them began to cease to exist and thus give way to younger, more well-groomed feet, but still quite masculine.

"huh? Why do my boots feel so different?"

The next thing to start changing were his legs, his big legs began to deflate giving way to thinner legs without any hair, his thigh trunks began to slowly shrink while still being large but now a little less, his skin began to look quite young and smooth

His pectorals, which had fat and quite a bit of hair, began to shrink while all his hair ceased to exist, Now he had two worked pectorals, they were not big but you could notice them very well.

His beer belly began to burn all the fat and beer he had, it began to recede from his body to leave him with a flabby stomach with a bit of abs.

His rather hairy and wide arms began to change as well, all the fat on his arms began to cease to exist, his hair which he was proud to have ceased to exist to leave you with younger, softer skin, but still looking masculine.

All the clothes on his body were clearly too big for his, It was like a teenager had put on his dad's clothes so his clothes started to change, His military-colored shirt began to tighten around his body, the green color began to turn white giving way to a sporty white nike shirt.

His grey pants began to change and shrink, the bottom of the pants began to recede so that they now looked like shorts his color also began to change to a white tone, and he was now wearing white nike shorts and his boots changed to a pair of white nike sneakers.

Now his hands began to burn, feeling strange as he continued to hold his head, He couldn't notice how his big, wide, old, calloused hands began to look younger, his sausage fingers grew longer, His hands no longer looked so big and had a softer appearance.

His face began to change, all the beard he had and always shaved in the mornings began to reduce until it ceased to exist, All the fat on his jaw began to rust away, giving way to a very pronounced jaw, a jaw that could make any girl fall in love with him, All the fat on his cheeks oxidized to leave his with a slimmer face, His small lips began to plump up, giving his some rather cute and kissable lips, his nose became thinner and his eyebrows became smaller to give his a model face, right now Albert looked like an 18 year old american guy.

He took his hands off his head so he could put them on the edge of the bed and start breathing, The moment he removed his hands, hair began to grow, where he was once bald he now had hair and his hair began to turn into the typical cut of a jock guy.

The dizziness had passed, the heat had passed so he opened his eyes and began to look everywhere, when he saw himself in the mirror that Theo had in front of his bed he was completely surprised.

He quickly got up from the bed and then began to touch his face, hair and body. He clearly saw how his Adam's apple changed before his eyes, becoming more noticeable.

"I have become my son!? I am looking at my son's c*ck? Do I have my son's voice? I did not ask for this... I wanted to understand my son, not be my son..."

That strange feeling of looking at his son's c*cl made him feel weird, so he quickly pulled down his shorts and revealed that his c*ck was still his and not his c*ck son's.

But at that moment he began to feel hot, it seemed that Theo's hormones began to invade his body, Being an 18 year old guy Theo was always thinking about s*x so Albert started shaking his head

"no, no this can't be possible, no..."

Albert walked back and sat on the bed and then unconsciously brought his hand to his c*ck and began to j*rk off in front of the mirror, He watched as his fat little c*ck began to lengthen, fill with veins and widen, His 5-centimeter c*ck grew in size, reaching 12 centimeters.

Thoughts of Theo began to invade Albert's mind, t*ts, cheerleaders, s*x, alcohol and being with his bro's from the team began to invade his entire being.

After a few minutes of thinking about t*ts, Theo came like this staining the floor of his room, he let out a sigh and dropped onto the bed.

"I'm an idi*t, I left my bedroom door open and that old man could have seen me"

Theo quickly stood up and closed the door to his room, grabbing some cleaning towels from his nightstand to clean up the c*m he had released.

He pulled up his shorts and sat back down on his bed, took out his cell phone and took a photo to upload to his Instagram.

"This chain is sick bros! It makes me look more attractive ;) girls, I'll wait for you in my bed"

[pretend-theres-a-name-here]

Everybody at the party seems to know somebody (who’s not me)

Short steddie idea I had about what if they’d met somewhere around end of s1-s2 | kinda angsty | R: G | 2580 words | could be canon if the writers weren’t cowards (nowhere does it say this doesn’t happen)

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Steve was tired. It was a Saturday night and there were people at his house. People he didn’t know, some who knew him. Somebody brought beer, it was Saturday night and there were people drinking beer at his house and Steve was tired. Exhausted.

 He thought he would be done with house parties when he had his fall from popularity, when he was no longer King Steve but he had a big house and crowds liked space. He didn’t want them here, only recently recovered from the nightmare fuel that went down at the Byer’s house. He wanted to spend his night alone, in his bed, maybe watching a movie. He didn’t want to spend it cleaning up after high schoolers and playing messenger between a fighting Tommy and Carol who had stopped talking to him three months ago. 

“Steeeeeve!” There was a girl calling his name, tripping over her feet on her way to reach him. He fell back further into the crowd.

Somebody was pulling him onto the designated dance floor. He didn’t want to dance, he didn’t want people calling his name from across the house. Get out, please just get out.

He just wanted these people out of his house but the music was too loud and he couldn’t find it in him to send a gaggle of drunk kids out into the public unsupervised.

So he was going to block it out and let them have their fun until people started passing out on his floor and then he was going to go to bed. This was the last, last, party that would ever be held at his house so he could rub his temples and toughen up for one night. Always were too whiny, Steven. Never could toughen up, don’t bother now. His father’s voice, always his father’s voice.

Steve was trying to keep it together but he was getting a headache and the music was too loud. He distracted himself by picking up crushed solo cups and taking cans from people who were a little too drunk already, dodging Tommy when he tried to clap a hand on his shoulder. The music got louder. He was done, done with Tommy Hagan and his romantic troubles, done being Carol's personal coat rack and gossip boy.

“Steeeve,” he heard Carol shout over the music—was somebody turning it up?—from his left, “Tell Tommy-!”

“Don’t listen to that bitch, Harrington. No good cheater!” Tommy spat, coming up on his right.

Steve was so focused on getting away from the nagging voices that he didn’t notice he was marching into a denim clad shoulder. 

“Hey, man, watch where you’re going-” the guy said, he stopped when he turned around, coming face to face with Steve. If Steve were a girl he’d say the guy was gorgeous—but he wasn’t a girl so the guy wasn’t gorgeous. Steve thought he’d seen him around school, they might’ve been in the same grade.

Steve barely heard him—who was turning up the goddam music—“Watch where you’re going.” He snapped.

The guy scoffed, mumbling a quick asshole under his breath before turning back around. Steve was faced with tangled, curly hair instead of big, brown eyes.

“No, wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.” Steve was trying to be a better person these days, he didn’t much like who he was before Byers beat him around the head. Step one was apologizing.

“Yeah well I didn’t mean to be here tonight. Guess neither of us are happy.”

Okay rude, here Steve was trying to apologize and the guy was complaining about his party—a party he hadn’t even thrown!

“Why don’t you leave if you hate it so much?” Steve questioned, again trying to sound open and nice and like a good host instead of taking the guy by the shoulders and shaking him around, you think I want to be here either?

“My friends need a ride. I came here to deal. I’m actually really enjoying myself but I didn’t want to say that to your face. Take your pick, King Steve.” God, Steve hated that name. Even when he was popular it made his skin crawl.

“I hate it here too.” It was too quiet, he wasn’t sure Brown Eyes heard him. Steve didn’t know why he said it, didn’t know why it came across as more than being done with a shitty party, why it came across as if he meant—

He didn’t know the guy, “They keep turning the music up.” There definitely wasn’t any reason to say that, Brown Eyes didn’t care that he was a baby who couldn’t handle loud music anymore.

The boy stared at him for a second and Steve wondered if this was his way of politely telling him to fuck off, but then he was being dragged through the crowd by a hand on his wrist. Carol tried to latch on to his other arm but he shook her off, he supposed he could shake off Brown Eyes too but he didn’t want to. He didn’t know where Brown Eyes was dragging him to, it could be a quiet corner to kill him for all he knew about the guy. Maybe—maybe Steve would let him, maybe he would show him where the knives were tucked away in the kitchen and tell him which ones were too dull to get the job done. But Brown Eyes didn’t look like the type to kill on first meeting.

“Where are we going?” Steve managed to ask, only after Brown Eyes opened the patio door.

“Outside.” Brown Eyes grinned.

“No shit, you don’t say.” Steve grumbled.

“You said you hated it in there so I brought us out here. It’s not like you can leave your own house party so this is the next best thing.”

 The boy plopped down at the edge of the pool. Steve hadn’t sat so close to it since Barb died, he hadn’t even opened it since Barb died but some asshole found their way out here and tripped into the switch. It screamed when it opened, a horrible sound Steve had been trying to forget since being dragged into the mess that was the Upside Down, and he’d nearly stopped breathing when the guy who opened it almost fell in. 

He sat down, keeping his legs far from the water, unlike Brown Eyes who’d already gotten his shoes off and dunked his feet. Steve had to sit on his hands to stop from grabbing him by the back of his collar and dragging them both back inside, away from the pool. He had bite the inside of his lip until he tasted blood to stop from saying something stupid, something like please don’t sit so close to the water don’t get in don’t let it touch you because the last person who sat like this never made it past graduation. 

In his search for a distraction, anything to keep words sure to get him a look from tumbling out, Steve noticed that the guy had a metal lunch box with him when he lifted the lid, bringing out weed. Oh. They were here to smoke. Something Steve hadn’t done since, well a long time.

“It’s not mine.” Steve mumbled in the silence. 

Brown Eyes raised an eyebrow from where he was bent over a lighter.

“The party. It’s not—I didn’t throw it.” Steve felt silly saying that, it was his house after all so he was responsible.

Brown Eyes just hummed, didn’t question it, only asking, “Who did?”

Steve took the joint when Brown Eyes handed it to him—out of habit, he’d say later. He’d say a lot of things later.

“Tommy. Or Carol. They’re the only ones who know where the spare key is and I sure as hell didn’t unlock my door for a dozen people.” Steve sighed, blowing out the smoke.

“Shit.” Brown Eyes took the joint, exhaling his own drag before he spoke—Steve would say, later, that it didn’t make his stomach swirl like the smoke between them— “You know you could get them arrested, right? That’s technically breaking in. Think I even saw some kid break a fancy little vase. Breaking and entering right there.”

Steve winced, his mom loved those vases more than him—not exactly a difficult thing to do but he was sure to be skinned alive if she found out, “Like Hopper would believe I wasn’t just saying that to get rid of the blame. He’s busted my parties one too many times and he’s not exactly up to date on the high school drama that is my fall from grace.”

“Well you have one eye witness if you decide to go to the cops. Though I can’t say how reliable they’ll find me.” Brown Eyes turned to him with a grin. 

They passed the weed back and forth for a while. Steve didn’t like being high much, this felt different, every other time he'd had to keep up the image. Sitting and talking high with Brown Eyes was easier than talking to Carol and Tommy sober. Steve would decide that was the weed talking when he got his brain back. Easy conversation about nothing, probably classes they had together, led to Brown Eyes asking what had caused Steve’s downfall.

If Steve hadn’t stopped breathing that moment he might’ve spilled his guts about the Upside Down. If his heart hadn’t stopped and he didn’t need to get away from the pool immediately, he would’ve just kept talking. The real answer to Brown Eyes’ question was Barb’s death. The real reason he lost his popularity was the night Nancy’s best friend died in his pool and everything had gone to shit.

Brown Eyes noticed his panic, “Woah there, okay that’s enough weed for tonight. You okay, dude? You’re, like, super spooked.”

“I-yeah, I’m fine. Just, there’s more to the story than high school drama. Stuff I’d really rather not relive.” Steve scooted away from the pool a little further and hoped, pleaded with every bone in his body, that Brown Eyes wouldn’t press.

He didn’t, thankfully, just sat back with Steve—out of the water Steve realized, “We’ve all got ghosts in our closets.” He said.

Steve huffed out a laugh, “Isn’t it skeletons?”

“That would mean somebody sees them, Stevie. Ghosts are much more invisible.”

“You have ghosts?” Steve asked, quiet.

“Oh, loads.” Brown Eyes shrugged, “I’m basically a haunted house, man.” That made Steve laugh, “What about you? The ones you can talk about anyway.”

“You mean other than the fact that my house is a ghost town in and of itself? Try parents that are never around to watch you at sports you joined for their attention or friends who only like you when you’re rich.” Steve sighed, “God that’s so fucked up, I should be grateful for the money. Not complaining like an asshole.”

“You know I might’ve agreed with you a few months ago. I don’t think it’s actually the money you’re talking about, though. It’s the life, right?”

Steve felt himself nodding.

“You’re not an asshole for being lonely, Harrington.”

Steve almost remembered he never asked Brown Eyes’ name. Almost remembered to ask it now, but he didn’t, just let them lapse into silence. Steve didn’t look up for a few minutes, but when he did Brown Eyes was looking at him. Steve felt his breath hitch for a second time, not out of a panic like before. When had they gotten so close? Were their pinkies always just barely brushing?

Steve would make a dozen excuses later. Maybe he was just too high, maybe his hand slipped and he accidentally fell forward. He was lonely, Brown Eyes had said it himself. Maybe he was imagining a girl in Brown Eyes’ place. But when Brown Eyes leaned closer, a question in his eyes, Steve didn’t want to pull away. He didn’t want to be the one to break this, he wanted to see how far Brown Eyes would go. 

He told himself he only closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see when it happened, only pushed forward that last inch because—maybe he didn’t have an excuse for that but it didn’t matter because Brown Eyes didn’t pull away and he didn’t pull away. He felt the foreign feather light brush against his own lips distantly, an out of body sensation that left him tipping forward when Brown Eyes scrambled back.

“Oh shit.” Brown Eyes muttered, pushing a finger to his lips, “Oh fuck this is-this isn’t—”

“We’re just high, right?” Steve pushed off the concrete, standing probably a little closer to Brown Eyes than necessary. 

Brown Eyes was avoiding Steve’s gaze. He knew Steve was grasping at excuses he didn’t even believe himself. Brown Eyes seemed to deflate, hunching in on himself and Steve would think it looked almost disappointed if he could think anything at all right now.

“Yeah. Yeah, one joint split between us and we’re both high enough to kiss, right King Steve?” Sarcasm dripping through his words but it didn’t feel mean, it felt desperate.

It was then Steve realized he never asked the guy’s name. He needed-he wanted to know now. Before he could ask, though, Brown Eyes was backing away.

“I-I’ve got to go. I… I’ll see you around, Harrington.” 

“Wait-I never—” never got to finish his sentence. Never got to ask Brown Eyes for his name. Because Brown Eyes was through the door and disappearing in the crowd inside before Steve could get a word out and he was alone. 

Steve stayed by the pool for a long time, the longest he’d been out there even before Barb’s death. The air turned cold, leaving him littered with goosebumps, but Steve just stood there. He wanted to scream, wanted to kick and cry and throw a tantrum. That’s not how Harrington’s act, Steven, don’t be such a big baby, Steven. He could practically hear his fathers voice digging its way into his ears. God, he was a dead man if his dad found out about this, he was a dead man and there wasn’t a thing his mom could do—if she would even still stick up for him now. 

He wanted to believe she would, wanted to think she would tell him it was going to be okay but she’d just stand back and start planning for his funeral. Maybe she’d remember the time they sat in the garden years and years ago and Steve told her his favorite flowers were the daisies she would tuck into her hair on summer afternoons, maybe she would remember sliding them into his hair and then picking them out before they went inside as she told him it would be their secret and maybe she would lay them over his coffin.

In his panicked state, he noticed the guy left his shoes behind, black converse coming apart at the seams. There were little drawings scattered around the bottoms, Steve saw, smudged and dirty. He should return them. He doesn’t know who they belong to but he should return them. He couldn’t just leave them outside, at least that’s what he told himself as he trudged through his now empty house, hours later. It was the weekend anyway so he couldn’t even return them, that’s why he found a place for them in his closet. He didn’t know who they belonged to, that’s why he kept them there until summer bled into fall bled into winter. 

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Fun fact: I was listening to acolyte by slaughter beach, dog when I finished writing this

[planetaryupscaled]

Summer Fun

Male Reader x Yeji x Yuna

Tags: 8k, cheating, oral, one-shot

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

“On my way. Almost there,” I texted Yuna as I drove my car up into the Grand Josun.

“Cool. Out back by the pool,” she replied.

It was a hot Saturday in Busan. Yuna and I had been texting each other back and forth for several weeks when she texted me this morning, inviting me to a pool party at her friend’s place. While Yuna and I had run into each other in the past, this would be the first time the two of us will have ever really hung out, and what kinda guy would turn down an opportunity to hang out with bikini clad Yuna?

I knew I was close to the house by the number of cars lining along the sides of the street. I picked a place to park and walked the rest of the way to the house. I could hear the sound of music and voices of people from a few houses away. Once at the house, the door was open and I walked right in. There were a number of people I knew, or had seen at other parties, along with a number of famous celebs. If I had not been on a mission to meet Yuna, I might have been distracted by Lia as I passed her in the kitchen, looking like she had just come from the pool in a bikini. I did say a hello to a few people as I made my way outside. Once out by the pool, it did not take me long to spot Yuna, looking like a teenage boy’s wet dream as she laid on a lounge chair in a red bikini.

“Hey Yuna,” I said as I approach her. Unsure the best way to greet her, I simply sat down on the lounge chair next to her.

“Minho, you made it,” she said sounding happy I had arrived.

“If I knew you were going to be dressed like that, I would have come sooner,” I flirted.

“What? this? It’s just a bathing suit, no big deal,” she said modestly, and then added, “plus it’s never good to come too soon.”

“Touché,” I replied, happy to see her flirt back with a double entendre.

We spoke for a little while, it was hot day, so I took off my shirt and asked to borrow her sun screen. I was left in just my bathing suit and sneakers, still sitting upright as she continued to lounge. At one point I got up and got us some drinks and some waters, before returning to talk so more. Occasionally others would come by and sit with us, but for the most part the two of us were left alone.

“I was a little surprised when you first texted me. I had been trying to get Yeji to give me your number for a while.”

“Oh really? She never mentioned that when she was trying to palm you off on me.”

“She palmed me off?” I said surprised.

“Kind of,” Yuna said.

“If it means I get to hang with you, I guess it worked out for me. But why would she do that.”

“I mean, are you that surprised?” She asked.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, she does have a boyfriend, and after what happened the last time you two hung out together…” she trailed off.

“She told you about that?” I asked and Yuna nodded with big smile.

*Flashback

A group of friends had rented out a house in Busan. Since most people in the group were taking a significant other or had a regular fuck buddy in the group, and I was going as a single, I had been assigned the bedroom with two beds in it. My roommate for the long weekend was going to be Yeji, whose boyfriend was back in Itaewon. Yeji and I have had a number of mutual friends for several years, but it was not until she did her time filming MV for their next album that we started becoming friends, hanging out on set between scenes. I’d never left any ambiguity in my attraction toward her. I would flirt with her from time to time which she would often laugh off, and sometimes would even flirt back a bit, but she never asked me to stop. While it was clear she was not going to cross any line while she had a boyfriend, she also seemed to enjoy the attention I gave her. Which made my room assignment both a blessing and a curse. Staying in a room with the woman in the group I most lusted after, while also knowing that nothing was going to happen.

The first night there everything went fine and without any incidents. The next day the group of us went out on a boat for the day. As the day went on, we started drinking. While Yeji came onto the boat in jean shorts and a tied-off button-up shirt, as the day got hotter, she eventually stripped down to just her bikini. After that, I could not help but be flirty with her. She was even more receptive than usual and started flirting back with me. Even some of our friends noticed the way she seemed to be flirting back with me. Still, nothing happened between us, even as some of the couples began pairing off a bit and there was some on-and-off making out around the boat.

When we all got back to the house, everyone separated to wash off the lake water and get ready for dinner. The bathroom Yeji and I had in the house was a Jack and Jill bathroom, so we let our friends take the indoor bathroom and we volunteered to take the outdoor shower. After going inside to get some soap and towels, Yeji and I went outside. I told her she could go first, but then she suggested we share the shower since we were just rinsing off, and not going to strip down. I hesitated for a moment, mainly out of surprise of her suggestion, but I agreed. The outdoor shower didn’t have a door to it, but it did have 7ft wooden walls on three sides to help offer some privacy, but it also made it so we had to stand pretty closely together. We shared the soap and rotated being under the spray of water until Yeji was under the spray with her back to the shower head. She dipped her head back and let the water rain down on her face and hair. When she raised her head back up and opened her eyes back up, the two of us found ourselves locking eyes. It was unclear who made the first move, but suddenly, I had a firm grip on Yeji’s ass and her back was pressed up against the wall, as our lips were locked and she was sliding her tongue into my mouth.

We only made out for five minutes at most before we were snapped back to reality by the sound of friends coming out the back door to get the grill started. While it was only a few minutes, our kissing was so intense that at the moment we stop, Yeji had begun wrapping one of her long legs around mine, and I had a hand on the clasp of her bikini top. Once the realization of what happened set in, Yeji quickly got out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and went inside. I stayed in the shower and tried to let my arousal cool down before toweling off and heading over to the grill, giving Yeji some time and space to change before I headed to our room.

Yeji kept her distance from me the rest of the night. Sitting on the other end of the table from me as we ate. Then sitting on the other side of the room from me as we all played Cards and watched a movie. As the night went on, people began going to their bedrooms two by two until it was just Yeji and I left in the living room. We eventually figured we might as well go to be as well. Our bedroom was the bedroom at the end of the hallway upstairs. After the events in the shower, things began feeling even more awkward between us as we walked down the hallway with the echoes of sex noises from each bedroom door we passed. Yeji went into the bathroom and changes into her sleepwear, some short cotton shorts and a gray t-shirt. I quickly changed into some gym shorts and a muscle shirt. We both then climbed into our respective beds. In the quiet of the bedroom, we could hear the sounds of our friends engaging in carnal pleasure from down the hall.

“Minho, about earlier,” Yeji spoke up. “The kiss…”

“Don’t worry. It never happened,” I reassured her.

“But it did though.”

“It did, and I was great, but as far as anyone else is concerned it never happened.”

“So, you’re not going to tell anyone?” she asked.

“No, I won’t. Unless you tell him, Jihoon will never find out what happened.”

“Okay,” she said with a deep exhale. We then lay there in silence for a while. “What do you mean when you said it was great?”

I looked over at the other bed, there was enough light coming in the room through the window that I could see Yeji’s face and eyes looking back at me. “I think you know what I meant,” a proud smile came across her face at that, “but if we’re going to act like it never happened, we should probably stop talking about it.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed before rolling over in her bed. I turned and tried to close my eyes and fall asleep, but I was not tired. Between the thoughts of the kiss in my head and the sounds of sex coming from the hallway, my brain was still wide awake. Some time passed, and the harder I tried to not listen to sexual moans and tried not to think of the idol in the bed 5 feet away from me, the more my brain focused on those exact things. I was at a point where had I been laying on my back instead of my side, there would have been a large tent in the sheet I was under. I thought about sneaking into the bathroom to rub one out, but I could hear stirring coming from the bed next to mine which led me to believe Yeji was still away. I was contemplating what to do when I heard it.

“Ummff.” a soft-sounding stifled moan. However, unlike the other moans I had been hearing through the door, this one came from the other side of the room I was in. All my thoughts froze when I heard that sound. And then a minute or so later, I heard another similar moan. One that sounded like it came from someone desperately trying to not make a sound. I knew it had to come from Yeji. She must have assumed that I was asleep because unlike her, I had remained still in bed while she had been tossing and turning. I slowly, trying to not make a sound, rolled over onto my back and turned my head. I then paused for a minute, before opening my eyes slightly, just squinting as I looked to the other bed. The sheets were up to her shoulders but her knees were bent up and spread apart and the way her shoulder moved, it was obvious she was touching herself. Her eyes were shut, and was biting her lip shut. Even still, another moan escaped through her tight lips.

Watching her touch herself, had my hand moving down to my crotch and giving my hard cock a good squeeze. After another minute of watching, I soon myself stroking myself under the sheet as I watch Yeji touch herself under her bedsheet. Like Yeji, I was trying to stifle any noise coming from me. However, a groan did eventually escape my mouth. As soon as it happened, Yeji opened her eyes and looked my way, and I too was looking at her. She froze and a look of total shock came on her face, but she didn’t say anything. I saw her eyes shift, and she looked at the tent in my bedsheet with some obvious moment where I was stroking myself. Her eyes then moved back up to mine, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, I could see her arm being to move again as she looked at me.

The two of us stayed in our beds, both openly masturbating under our sheets as we looked right at each other. The sheet had moved down her body a bit because of her arm movement. I could now see her erect nipples pressing against her t-shirt. Neither one of us was trying to muffle our moans anymore. Yeji now openly moaned with her mouth wide open as she touched herself. We went for several minutes until she let out one final moan and I saw her eyes roll back, her body then began to twitch as she came all over her hand. Watching her cum, pushed me over the edge and I let out a grunt and my cock began firing into the bed sheet. When I finished blowing my load, I looked back over just in time to see the Play Dead actress pull her hand out from under the sheet. Her hand glistened in the moonlight from the slick wetness that covered it. She rubbed her hand on the bedsheet to dry it off. She then looked back over at me and saw me looking back at her.

“Goodnight,” she said with a broad, but guilty-looking smile, before rolling over to the other side of her bed and going to sleep. It took me a little longer, but I too eventually fell asleep, but it would not be for long.

I was having a very vivid dream of having sex with Yeji in the outdoor shower. We could hear all of our friends on the other side of the wooden wall that Yeji had her back against, as I held her up and was thrusting into her. Her top was off, but her bikini bottoms were just pulled to the side for my cock to enter her. I was getting ready to explode when I suddenly woke up. I was disappointed when my eyes opened, having the dream end early. I then realized why I woke up as I suddenly felt the strong need to pee. I checked my phone before getting out of bed and saw it was only a little before 6AM, I’d only been asleep for a little over three and a half hours since my masturbation session with Yeji.

I got out of the bed and took a look over to Yeji’s bed. She looked to be asleep, with the sheet now down by her waist. It was for the best since my gym shorts, sans underwear, was not doing much to hide the wood I had from my dream as I walked across the room to go to the bathroom. It took some fighting to aim my hard-on down so I could pee, but I eventually got it, and then realized just how badly I really did need to go. It seemed like the flow would almost never end. Eventually, I did finish, flush, and watched my hands. I opened up the door to head back to bed when I got startled by a person in the doorway.

“Hi,” Yeji said as she stood in front of me.

“Hi?” I replied. “Do you…?” I asked gesturing to the bathroom behind me, but she shook her head. We both stood there frozen in time, looking into each other's eyes. Just like in the shower, in an instant, we went from looking at each other to having our arms wrapped around each other as we made out. Once again, we were locking lips, and our kisses were filled with desperation and lust. I picked her up and she quickly wrapped her legs around me. I walked her over to her bed and stopped there for a minute to continue making out for a little longer before finally pushing her back so she fell onto the bed. She now lay on her back with her legs dangling off the bed.

Looking up at me, she just said, “We can’t have sex.”

“Okay,” I told her. I bent down at the waist to lean in and kiss her. As we kissed my hands moved to her hips and took hold of the waistband of her shorts. I then began dropping to my knees on the floor, and as I went down, I took her shorts down with me. She didn’t say anything until her shorts were totally off.

“We just can’t have sex,” she reiterated, but she widen her legs as said that.

“I know,” I told her, before burying my face between her cunt. Normally I like to tease and do a little bit more foreplay before going in for the main course. This time though, I had no patients for it and judging by how wet she was and the sound she made when my tongue made contact, she was not interested in being teased either. I could feel the hairs of her brunette bush brush against my nose as I ate her out. She had obviously recently trimmed down for her bathing suit. As I moved to suck on her clit, Yeji reached up and grabbed a pillow, to muffle the moans. I quickly moved, putting a finger inside of her as I moved my mouth away so I could reach up and pull the pillow away from her face.

“I don’t anyone to hear,” Yeji pleaded.

“It’s 6AM and everyone else was up late drinking and fucking, we’re the only ones awake and I really want to hear every single sound you make as I lick your pussy.” Yeji didn’t put up much of a fight. Taking the pillow back, she put it under her head so she could watch me go back to eating her out. She did not hold back from letting me hear the pleasure noises she made and the only time her sounds got muffled again was when she tightly wrapped her legs behind my neck and I had her thighs pressing against my ears. I was licking her fold and rubbing her clit when Yeji climaxed. When he did, her legs tightened around my head, smoothing my face into her drenching wet pussy. I hungrily ate her out like. There was not much in the way of skill or technique, it was just pure passion. As a result, it only took about five minutes or so before Yeji grabbed a pillow to cover her mouth and muffle the loud moans as she came. I could feel her leg that was wrapped around the back of my head shake as her pussy quivered in orgasmic bliss.

“Oh gosh, wow. That was…wow,” Yeji said as she removed the pillow and caught her breath.

“Yeah, but we’re not done yet,” I told her.

“What?”

“That round was because we needed to grit it out of our system. This time it is because it feels so fucking good and we want it,” I told her. I then moved back between her legs and began licking up all of her juices that had leaked out of her while also avoiding her pussy lips and clit. I was purposely teasing and taking my time this round. I had Yeji move to the middle of the bed so I could lay down on it as well while I tongued her vulva. I started off kissing and licking up and down her thighs. Yeji put up no argument or fight to what I was doing. She just laid back and enjoyed the feeling. I took my time with her, and when I finally did move to her pussy, she all but melted for me, letting out a long moan, she relaxed to the point that her body was basically mine to do what I want with.

Yeji was bottomless, but she still had her t-shirt on. As I started licking her, my eyes looked up her body. I could see her hard nipples tenting her t-shirt, and I decided that it was time for that to go. I moved my right hand up her stomach and slid it under her shirt. My hand placed her breast and gave it a squeeze. I heard the idol suck in her breath as I have her a squeeze, followed by a soft moan. I played with her tit for another seconds before I tried pushing her shirt up to expose her breasts. She got a little frustrated with my fumbling hand and finally yanked her shirt off and threw it to the floor. I now had her naked on the bed, with my head between her legs and my hand on her tit. I tried to focus on her mound, but my eyes could not stop looking at her soft looking perky breasts. Eventually, my hand and mouth switched places. I now fingered her as I sucked on her nipple. I alternated from her right to left breast for several minutes, occasionally breaking things up by kissing her mouth.

I toyed with her a bit, working her near the brink of orgasm before pulling back a bit. I worked her for nearly 30 minutes before Yeji finally could not take it anymore. This time when she reached the bring, her hand reached down and held my hand in place and she humped my fingers as her other hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. When she came her orgasmic cries were muffled by my mouth as we made out. We kissed throughout her orgasm, and as she died down, I moved my lips off hers and began kissing her neck before moving back down until I was enjoying her hard nipples once again. We laid in bed for a little while before she spoke up again.

“I guess, it’s my turn now to return the favor” she said.

“Only if you want to,” I told her. I wanted her to do it, desperately, but I didn’t want to pressure her.

“I want to,” she confirmed. I then felt her hand pet my crotch. “I really want to.”

I then sat up and Yeji got up off of the bed. Just like my first round of oral on her, Yeji got down on her knees on the floor next to the bed. I took off my shirt and moved to the edge of the bed. I thought about removing my shorts, but decided I rather watch her remove them. Once I was sitting on the edge of the bed, Yeji’s eyes moved from looking into mine, down to the obvious tenting in my shorts. Her tongue lightly grazed her lips before she gave a lip bite and reached out for the waist band of my shorts. She slowly pulled them down. More and more of my balls and shaft became exposed, and once she got the, bellow my tip my erection sprang up and slap her chin.

“Oh my god, Minho? Are you joking?” She said in shock, while removing my shorts the rest of the way down my legs.

“What?” I asked with a big smile on my face.

“Your cock, it’s…wow,” she said, as she reached out and took hold of it.

“I take it you like it?” I asked as she moved it around to see it from different angle.

“What am I even supposed to do with all of it?” She asked as moved her hands around his shaft. As she spoke, she could not hide the big excited smile from her face.

“I think you have a pretty good idea of what to do with it.”

“Maybe,” she said playfully before puckering her lips and giving the tip a kiss. “How have you been able to keep this hidden?” She asked as she added a second hand to the shaft, and began to lightly stroke it.

“This weekend it’s taken a good amount of self-discipline, breathing exercises, and some strategic holding of towels and other items, to keep it hidden. I am surprised you didn’t feel it when we kissed, it was pressing up you a good amount.”

“I think I was so in my head that we were kissing I must have missed the feeling, but wow,” she said with her eyes trained on my dick. Her eyes looked up at me as her face inched towards my cock. She opened he mouth and stuck out her tongue. Just before her tongue touched my cock, she gave me a wink. She then gave along show lick to the tip before closing her mouth around it and giving it a suck. For the first two minutes she just held the base in her hands while she sucked on and swirled her tongue around the tip. Since getting to know her, I had dreamed this moment multiple times, but the dreams didn’t compare to the reality of actually having her look up at me while she had her lips tightly wrapped around my cock head.

Yeji then started taking more and more of my manhood into her mouth. Her lips stretched out a bit around my girth. She went down until she gagged a bit and pulled off my cock a bit. Though she was undeterred. She tried going down further a few more times, but each time she got to the same spot she would start to gag. Yeji then pulled off my cock and gasped.

“I can usually take Jihoon’s whole cock in my mouth,” she said.

“I guess I’m just a little bit bigger than him,” I said with a smirk.

“Oh yes,” she replied. “Thicker too,” she added.

“Don’t worry about trying to deep throat, what you were doing felt really good,”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Hearing that what she was doing felt good seemed to give Yeji a spike of confidence as she shorted giving a more energetic blow job with zero hesitancy at all. She began moving her hand up and down my shaft while she alternated between boring her head along the top half of my shaft, and using her tongue to lick, flick and swirl around the top of my dick. While she never moved her mouth down to them, she did spend a little time playing with my balls in one of her hands.

“I’m getting close,” I warned her. She just moaned around my cock in her mouth and kept on blowing me. After another minute, I gave another warning, “Seriously, I’m gonna cum. Where should I?”

“Where do you want to?” Yeji asked.

In that half second, I thought about picking her up on, putting her on the bed, thrust my dick in her and give her just an epic creampie. However, I knew that wasn’t an option. “I want to cover your beautiful face.”

“I should have guessed,” she said, and then went back to sucking the tip as her hand worked the shaft, really pumping it hard. It was not look after that, that the urge to blow my load became overwhelming. I couldn’t barely speak, but Yeji understood what was about to happen. She pulled her mouth off my cock and salt back a bit. She aimed the tip at her face and closed her eyes just in time as the first blast hit her just above the eye brow. As I continued to cum, she began smiling and laughing a bit as her face continued to be glazed.

“Is it normally that much?” Yeji asked when I finally finished cumming.

“Not really, you just really got me going,” I told her,

“I guess so,” she said as she wiped some cum away from near her eye. She then sucked her finger clean. “I should get cleaned up,” she said before quickly getting up and walking quickly to the bathroom. My eyes followed her ass as she walked. She never shut the door behind her, and from where I sat on the bed, I could clearly see her in the bathroom. As she bent over at the sink to wash her face, I let out a groan. She looked so good, being bent over like that. My dick had deflated a bit after cumming, then I was back to full strength now as I looked over her body. I was on autopilot as I watched her and a minute later, I found myself standing in the doorway to the bathroom, looking at her. When she finished washing her face she turned to leave and saw me standing in the doorway, and yet she still approached.

She stopped herself when she was less than a foot away from her. She was close enough that my hard cock was practically touching her. She looked up at me, and I down at her.

“We can’t have sex,” she repeated, but she did so meekly. Whatever willpower she had was clearly wavering. Had I kissed her right then, I had zero doubt in my mind we would have been having wild passionate sex within minutes. But I didn’t.

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Okay,” I told her. While I may have been able to get with her, I knew if we did, she’d hate herself for doing it and she would have had some resentment for me. So, I decided to back down and hope that she breaks things off with her boyfriend in the near future and we could have all the guilt-free sex our bodies can handle as soon as that happens. I moved past her into the bathroom, both of us letting out a grown as our bodies accidentally brush up against one another, and then I shut the door behind me.

I took a shower and jerked off to release some of the tension. I then came up with an excuse to leave after breakfast and head back home. The temptation and desire would have been too strong had I stayed.

It was almost two weeks after that before I heard from Yeji again. And it was only via text. We texted sparingly a few times over the course of a few weeks. Then one day she texted me to let me know that she had been talking to Yuna about me, and she was going to try to set us up.

*End of flashback

“How detailed did she get,” I asked.

“She was pretty vivid with her details,” Yuna replied.

“Really? I didn’t think she’d ever talk about it.”

“Oh she talked for quite a while about it,” Yuna said. The tone of her voice was both playful and flirty. With my mind thinking about the activities of that night, and knowing Yuna knew all the details and then agreed to meet me was getting me aroused. I adjusted myself in my swim shorts, making she see my dick went down the leg of my shorts rather than have me pitch a tent in them. As I sat back down, and looked at Yuna and even through her sunglasses I could see her eyes look down at my crotch. I then moved a little to make sure I was sitting so I was sitting directly facing Yuna.

We continued to talk for a while, with the Yeji topic being dropped and we got to know each other a little more. Yuna continued to be a little flirty, and she looked so sexy in her bikini that my heart rate was elevated. I then decided to pull a Hail Mary that I had tried four or five times with success. As we sat there sitting and talking, I slowly began working the pant leg of my swimsuit up higher and higher on my thigh. I did it slowly over about 10 minutes or so, as we continued to chat.

“So, what are your plans after this,” she asked.

“I don’t know, I have not really thought that far,” I suddenly saw her jaw drop as I talked, “I didn’t really…”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she interrupted. “But umm..”

“What?”

“Ah, I don’t know how else to say this, but I can see your dick,” she said. I knew she could. I was sitting facing right at her, and I have rolled up the leg of my shorts just enough that she could clearly see my cock head is she looked down between my legs, meanwhile it was covered up from anyone who did not have a direct line-of-sight up my shorts.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry,” I said acting like it was an accident.

“It’s fine, it happens,” she said.

“Guy’s cocks poking out of the bottom of their shorts is something that happens regularly to you?”

“Well, no. Not really,” Yuna laughed.

“That better?” I asked as I rolled my short legs back down.

“I don’t know, I didn’t mind the view before.”

“I can put it back out if you’d like, I don’t mind,” I told her.

“Tempting, but probably safer for you not to be hanging out like that,” she replied.

“Safer for who?” I asked. Yuna blushed and took a sip of her drink. We were silent for a minute or so, and then Yuna spoke up.

“One more question, about what I just saw.”

“Hit me with it.”

“Were you fully hard.”

“Honestly?” I asked, and Yuna nodded, “Like steel.”

“Why?”

“Are you joking? Look at you,” I told her. “God, I have to control myself when I just see you smile, and now here you are in that bikini. I’m not made of stone,” I explained.

“Plus, I brought up that night with Yeji,” she added.

“Yes, that didn’t help settle me down much.”

“I’m going to take a quick dip in the pool to cool off and then get a refill,” she said showing off her empty glass. “Care to join me?”

“I’d love to, but maybe I should stay here for a minute and get things a little under control before getting up. I’ll catch up in a minute,”

“Smart,” Yuna said as she got up and touched my shoulder as she walked past me. I did not even try to hide as I turned my head and looked at her ass after she walked by. Yuna looked back over her shoulder and caught me looking. She then gave a little booty wiggle in my direction before disappearing out of view. Seeing her smiling over her shoulder as she gave that shake probably added an extra two minutes to my cool down period before I could standup without the pronounced outline of an erection in my shorts.

I sat in the chair for a few minutes, trying hard not to think about Yuna or Yeji so that the swelling in my shorts would go down. When I felt confident about enough about standing up, I did so and then make my way to the pool to find Yuna. When I exposed myself, I didn’t expect that she’d become so overcome by lust she’d jump on me right on the lounge chair. It was more just about getting the idea in her head. The most important thing was that she did not freak out or get offended, instead she continued to flirt with me before she left. And she even looked back at me when she left. So at minimum she was fine with it, and there was a chance she was more than fine with what she saw.

I walked around the pool for a little bit, then headed inside to use the bathroom before resuming my search for Yuna. Eventually I found her in the kitchen talking with a few people. She was still only dressed in her bikini and sunglasses. As soon as she saw me, she excused herself from their conversation and walked to me.

“You’re looking a little more relaxed,” she said with her eyes darting down to my crotch before looking back up at me.

“Yeah, well, who knows how long that will last now that I am back talking with you,” I flirted.

“Maybe we should get you somewhere a little less crowded so you don’t embarrass yourself,” she flirted back.

“Good idea. Any suggestions?” I asked.

“Well…” she said as she thought. “Have you ever been here before?”

“No,” I admitted. “Honestly, I’m not even sure whose house this is.”

“Oh, well, then do you want to check out the rest of it, snoop around a bit?”

“Sure, sounds fun.”

It was a really nice house, and a good size mini mansion as well. I probably would have enjoyed exploring the house if I didn’t have other thoughts clouding my brain. She led the way and we quickly found ourselves going up stairs. As soon as we got up there, I grabbed her arm to pull her to me and I moved my hand behind her head as I went in for a kiss. Even though I moved suddenly, there was zero hesitation from Yuna as she immediately kissed me back and wrapped her arms around me. We started making out passionately in the hallway, before eventually we started to move again. We continued to make out as we fumbled around trying to find a room to get into for some privacy. The first door we got to was a closet. The next door was locked. The third door Yuna had her back to and nearly fell backward as I opened the door. We were both thankful that the room appeared to be a guest bedroom. I kicked the door shut behind me and then turned to flip the lock on the door knob. Once locked I turned back to Yuna and lifted her up in my arms. We resumed kissing until I had walked us close enough to the bed that I could toss her on it. She quickly moved to the center of the bed, and I pounced on top of her. Our lips locked once again. Now on top of her, I had no doubt she could feel how hard I am as it was pressing firmly against her.

After a few more minutes, I could not take it anymore. While I was loving being there, making out with a woman I had lusted over for years from afar, I was now too horny. I pulled away from Yuna’s lips and looked down at her. I could see the same overwhelming lust in her eyes that I was feeling. I could sense she wanted the same thing I want.

“Yeah?” Was all I asked.

“Yeah,” she answered confidently. After that I didn’t even bother stripping off my clothes or taking the time to take hers off. I was eager, I simply slid up the leg of my swim trucks to my crotch to uncover my dick and ball, and then I simply hooked her bikini bottom and pulled them to the side. As I exposed her shaved pussy, my finger could feel how wet she was and also the heat emanating from between her legs.

I lined myself up, and even just feeling her soft wet lips against the tip of my cock was enough to get me to let out a slight moan. I looked her in the eye and she gave me a head nod. With that I quickly thrusted the first two third of my cock into her. Yuna let out a grunt as she felt me suddenly enter her. I pulled out some, before thrusting forward again and pushing my full cock into her. I then paused. I wanted to take stock of where I was at that moment. I wanted to save the memory of her face looking up at me, and the feeling of her warm, wet pussy tightly squeezing my manhood.

I wish I could say I rocked her world after that. That I showed of my stamina, and some moves that I had learned over the years. Instead, three minutes after entering her, I found myself announcing. “Jesus, I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too,” she said which shocked me. I kept thrusting until I could not hold back any longer. At the last possible second, I pulled out and my dick erupted all over her toned stomach. I grunted as came all over her, and Yuna let out a long loud moan as she came as well. When I finished summing, I leaned down and kissed her, and as I moved my body off of hers, I began moving my lips from hers to along her neck and collarbone. Eventually the two of were laying side by side. Yuna was the first of us to speak.

“I’m not usually that fast,” she confessed.

“Me neither,” I told her. “I just… I’ve been fantasizing about doing that with you for so long, and you’re so beautiful. I just kind of loss control.”

“That’s sweet,” she said with a laugh. ‘That’s not what I meant thought. Although, yes, that was a pretty fast climax for me as well.” She then turned onto her side and looked at me. “I meant I don’t usually hop into bed with person I just met.”

“Oh, okay. Me neither.” I told her. “Though it’s not for lack of trying.” Yuna laughed at my joke. When she finished laughing, she looked down at her stomach which was coated in cum. She grabbed a blanket that was on the bed and began cleaning herself off.

“I’m surprised you didn’t finish inside of me.”

“Me too. God knows I wanted to.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t know if you wanted me to, and I didn’t want you storming off all mad. And also, because I didn’t want to cum in you yet.”

“Why’s that?” She asked as she tossed the cum stained blanket to the floor.

“Because then I wouldn’t have been able to do this,” I said a quickly got on top of her again, and then moved down her body. Her bikini bottoms were still pulled to the side, but I lifted her legs up and pulled her bottoms off. Once she was bottomless, I put her legs over my shoulders and pushed my face down between her legs. Once again, I skipped my usual teasing, and got right to the point. I might have wanted to taste her more than she even wanted me to go down on her, so I immediately tasted and attacked her pussy with my lips and tongue. Yuna gripped the sheets as I ate her out like I’d been on a hunger fast for the last week.

“Oh wow, Yeji was right,” Yuna moaned.

“Right about what?” I asked between licks.

“That you’re good with her tongue.”

“She said that?”

“She said a lot of things. But mostly it was about how she didn’t know just how good receiving oral could be until you did it to her.” Hearing that was a major confidence boost, but also made me think about how the second she and Jihoon break up, I am going to wreck that girl. Just take multiple days off of work, and do things to her that would make her forget about every guy she’d ever dated. But until then, I had Yuna to please.

“Well, I guess I have a lot to live up to then,” I said as I moved two fingers inside of the idol and began rubbing and feeling for that G-spot. While Yeji had tried to hide her pleasurable moans at first, Yuna never did. It didn’t matter that we were in a house full of guests, that for all we knew could have all been right outside listening in, she moaned and acted as though we were in an empty home. And with each sound from her lips and movement from her body, it only encouraged me to do more, which made her react even more.

I had my tongue on her clit as I fingered her when she came. When I heard her orgasmic moans, I pulled my face away to watch her reaction to climaxing. Seeing Yuna’s O-face was one of the most erotic face I’d ever seen in my life. When she recovered and opened her eyes to see me looking down at her, she sprung upright and wrapped an arm behind my head to pull me in for a kiss. My face was still sloppy wet with her pussy juices. The two of us made out, me on my knees and her sitting up. As we kissed, my hand traveled to her handful sized arrest and I could feel her hard nipple pressing through the fabric of her top. I kept feeling up Yuna as we kissed until she suddenly pulled away. She didn’t say anything, but she had a big happy smile on her face as she reached behind her back and untied her bikini and ripped her top off completely. She now laid on the bed fully nude.

“Gezz Yuna, it there any part of you that isn’t immaculate?” I asked as I studied her small breasts that were incredibly perky.

“Speaking of immaculate,” Yuna said as she reached down and took hold of my cock. “Feels like someone is ready to go again.”

“Oh, I’ve ready to go since the last round ended, I just wanted to make sure I got a chance to taste your pussy before we got too far along.”

“Well, I hope it was worth it,” she said as she stroked me.

“It was better than I dreamed it would be.”

“You’re such a sweet talker,” she said and then pulled me down to her for a kiss. After breaking the kiss, she told me, “Now roll over, I want to ride this beast.”

I pushed off my shorts and laid on my back, and Yuna quickly pounced on top of me. My hard cock desperate for attention as she straddled me with her pussy just barely hovering over me. She looked down at me, and move her dangling hair back behind her. She bit her lip for a second as we just looked at each other, then she suddenly dropped down and let out a grunting moan as her pussy was once again stretched out by my hard cock.

“Don’t move,” she told me, as she bent down to kiss me. She did not move her hips at all as we made out for the first few minutes. Instead, she just soaked while we kissed. She felt to warm, wet and tight while wrapped around my cock, and the feeling only got better as she began to move her hips. Her lips were still attached to mine while she rolled her hips along my shaft. She let out a moan as my hands went to her breasts and began playing with her sensitive hard nipples. Eventually I just pulled her forward so that I could suck on her tantalizing nipples.

She moved slowly for a while, really drawing things out as she rode me, but as time passed, she began moving faster. And as her orgasm started to build, Yuna began moving her body faster and faster. Eventually, sitting up straight and putting her hands down on my chest for leverage. Her eyes locked in on mine for the next several minutes until she was on the brink of climax. When it finally hit her eyes went wide and as did her mouth. Yuna stopped moving and let out a long loud moan as she came once again. She closed her eyes and her hands move up her breast and she squeezed her nipples a bit as orgasmed. As the sensation started to die down, she slumped down and kissed me once again. Even when she stopped kissing me, she remained on top of me, with her hands brushing against her hard nipples.

“Can we switch to doggy,” I asked between kisses.

“You tired of kissing me?” She said, pulling away sounding disappointed.

“What? No,” I replied defensively. “I’ve just spent a lot of time today admiring your ass that…”

“I’m messing with you,” she said playfully with a smile. “You’re not the first guy who's wanted to check out my ass as we have sex.”

Yuna then got off him, and got onto her hands and knees. Moving behind her, I was greeted to the immaculate site of her nude ass on full display for me, and depending on the angle I looked I could all see her wet pussy peeking out underneath, begging to be penetrated once again. I reached out and gave both her cheeks a few nice had squeezes before moving my hands to her hips. Once again, I have an initial hard deep thrust, during my cock inside of her which she seemed to love.

I knew I was not going to last too much longer as soon as we started doggy, but I Madde the most of the experience. Admiring her great ass, and taking in the site of how her ass shook with each time I thrust into her. I made sure to also reach under her and I alternate between playing with her nipple and her clit while railing her from behind. Yuna also did not help me stay under control as she moved her body as well. Rolling her hips so her whole body seemed to move in a wave with her ass pushing back to me each time to meet my cock as I pushed forward. I could only hold out for so long before I could not hold back any longer.

“If you wanted me to finish inside you before, you’re about to get your wish,” I told her.

“Umm, yes do it,” she moaned, but then suddenly she changed her mind and yell, “Wait! No! Don’t!” Yuna then quickly spun around and faced me. Or more to the point, faced my cock. “Do it on my face,” she told me.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I love it,” she replied. Hearing that Yuna loved receiving facials was mind-blowing, and I was all too willing to acquiesce to her request. I gave my shaft a few strokes, and that it was all it took before I began firing ropes of jizz all over the most beautiful face I’d ever seen. Yuna looked to be very happy when I finished with streaks of cum all across her face. She then asked, “How do I look?”

“Sexy as fuck,” I replied honestly. “Though, what caused the change of heart on where you wanted me to cum?”

“I remembered Yeji said you went down on her for over a half an hour when you two got together, and I wanted to see if I could get you to double that for me.”

“Oh, I’d be more than will,” I told her. “But we should probably go to your place or mine if we’re going to do that.”

“Good call,” she said and then gave me a kiss on the cheek. Some of my own cum pressed on my face when she did so. She then got up and made her way to the bathroom attached to the bedroom, but as she did so, she passed a mirror. She momentarily stopped in front of the mirror and looked at her cum covered face. She gave a quick kissy face pose to the mirror followed by another silly tongue out pose, before continuing on to the bathroom to get clean up.

When she came out of the bedroom I was fully dressed and just sat back and admired her naked body as she walked around the room collecting her bathing suit before putting it back on.

“Ready to go?” She asked.

“I’m ready to follow that beautiful ass wherever you want to go.”

She then reached out and took my hand and we waked towards the bedroom door together. Just before opening the door, she said, “Then come on, let’s go to my place and do some stuff that will cause Yeji to finger herself raw after I tell her about it.”

[wynnyfryd]

Steve’s drunk and sad at a party and doom-swiping through Tinder when he comes across this profile:

Eddie, 21

guitarist, dm, dipshit, six time ass eating world champ 💪 🌎 my friends call me Eds, but you can call me Daddy

“What the fuck?” Steve laughs to himself. First time he’s really laughed all night, actually; this party kinda blows.

He slinks down further into the couch, takes another sip of hunch punch and tilts his phone so no one sees him swiping right on this shit. It’s obnoxious. Like, objectively. He’s just…

Bored.

And curious. Surely that bio has never actually worked for the guy, right?

Steve swipes.

It’s a match.

He snorts to himself again, sends a message before he can overthink it.

Steve: Hey, Eds. That’s kind of a bold move, isn’t it?

Message sent, he goes to back out of the app; doesn’t really expect an answer this close to midnight on a Saturday night — only losers use Tinder at this time of night, and what the fuck does that make him? — but then Eddie starts typing.

Eddie: hey, cutie :) what is?

Steve: Uhh…

Jesus. Why is he blushing? He’s not the one who wrote a wildly aggressive hookup bio. Guy might as well have sharpied DTF on his forehead.

Steve: Your bio? 🫣

Eddie: huh?

Eddie: i mean, dnd can get a little spicy on occasion but i’d hardly call it scandalous

Steve: What’s that?

Is it a sex thing? It’s probably a sex thing.

Eddie: okay, what?

Steve: What? I’m so confused lol

Eddie must be, too, because it takes him a few seconds to answer, and when he does he just says:

Eddie: hold pls

Steve holds. Takes a big gulp of his drink and winces; pretty much all vodka at the bottom.

Eddie is typing and then he isn’t, then he is again and then he’s not, and Steve frowns at his empty cup and wonders if he’s already fucked up the one interesting thing that’s happened to him all night.

Finally, finally, a new message pops up.

Eddie: ………god. DAMN it, Gareth 😤😤😤😤

[morganbritton132]

we haven’t heard much about the shared calendar in a while, any new events (other than scheduled sex) added recently?

(Sorry, I saw this ask when you sent it and have wanted to respond to it but for some reason, it is so much harder to sit down and write a response to an ask than it is to just word vomit a post for the AU.)

A few things have happened with the shared calendar.

1. Steve forgot to put that he had plans with his teacher friend group on the calendar and The Party planned something for the same time. It was no big deal but everybody gave him shit about it because that’s what he does when someone forgets to update the calendar.

2. Dustin figured out how to insert a picture into a scheduled event so now he’ll block out time on Saturday and it’s just a google image of a frog. This pisses Steve off to no end. It is hilarious.

3. Steve had to use his personal computer for something he was doing in class so his entire third period saw an event notification that just said ‘PLEASE GOD, SOMEONE LOOK AT YHE GROUP CHAT - E’

4. El lives in a van and travels a lot. She sells the things she makes at craft fairs all over the country but for the most part, she doesn’t have plans so she doesn’t use the calendar much (she posts pictures in the GC to let people know what she’s up to). But every now and again, she put something on the calendar.

A week from now, she’s scheduled ‘DEATH.’

They later found out, she just need to be in Death Valley for a festival and informed her that she absolutely cannot shorten that.

5. Erica doesn’t participate in the group calendar the same way the others do because she thinks that’s a security risk, but she will schedule when she has free time. This is solely to appease Steve.

6. Lucas was putting in that him and Max were going to a baby shower for one of the ER nurses two weeks from now but a code came into the emergency room so he just hit submit with the event description ‘Lumax Baby.’ There were several missed calls when he checked his phone an hour later.

7. Their FBI agent has access to their shared calendar and sometimes when one of them is particularly annoying, they will delete something off the calendar. They are aware that this is petty.

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

When your best-friend Steve Harrington asks you to hold his fleshlight for him.

It wasn’t really something that either of you planned on happening. But then it just did. Steve had been pent up from work all day from typical annoying patrons, smart mouthed jocks from the high school, that were freshmen when he was a senior (tenfold karma, Harrington), and Keith’s particular way of criticizing his every move out of some form of nerdy revenge. You could count on one hand the times that Steve had to bail out of your two person movie nights on Fridays (Saturdays were for dates and Sundays were for hanging with the rest of the parties and running kids around), and tonight happened to be one of those occurrences. Usually, it would be for self-care or whatever reason he needed to spend alone, but when he’d barely shed his leather jacket upon entering his house, dusting snow off of his boots — he was about to crawl out of his skin by the time his massive palm was wrapped around the receiver, thumb strangled by its cord.

He was… off? And seconds after he’d cancelled without much reason, the line went dead. You wanted to give him space, especially because he usually called back to tell you goodnight. But after being unable to sit still and finish a generous portion of the large pepperoni pizza you’d ordered the two of you, you were grabbing your keys for the journey over to his place.

~*~

It didn’t take but five minutes before you reached Steve’s house, pulling in behind his familiar car. You dangle the copy - made spare from your pointer finger, trekking your way up to the door and letting yourself in, wiping at your wind-whipped, wet eyes. You know he’s not on the first floor, its entirety dark and a little cool. So you toss your coat and keys onto the small table beside the entryway, kicking off your boots to join his on the cheesy welcome mat, and you make your way to the second floor landing to his bedroom. Seeing a buttery glow spill out from the crack in his doorway, you’d proceeded, only to be met with a sight that only appeared in your late night fantasies… and pretty much your every waking thought.

Steve is facing his mattress, sheets tousled and clothing pooled beside him, stood on the left side of his bed, naked and glistening in the perspiration of teasing, observing his massive length as he edges himself, moving the toy slowly over his cock. You know what it is, you’ve seen it in magazines and stores, in some porn. A fleshlight, they call it. Your brain goes through a million thoughts at a couple seconds to spare.

Why doesn’t he have someone here to do this with? He can get a date?

Is he okay? Obviously he’s very okay.

Holy fuck… he’s big.

Holy fuck… he’s beautiful.

A little more than usual, waiting on the summer sun to tan his freckle and mole spattered skin. His hair has grown longer, curling at the nape, his shoulder blades and biceps defined from a regular regime. And that ass, the way it flexes and is perfectly plump, connecting to those hairy thighs and big feet, his own toes curling when he twists, a wet squelch coming from the faux cunt. There’s beautiful chestnut curls scattered across him sternum and connecting to a trail that surrounds his base and those full, heavy, balls. That cock… thick, barely able to be pushed back into the toy, his fingers having to peel back its soft pink layers to help ease the slick way, decorated in a vein that matches the one running along his forearm

And you must make some sort of noise, because your lips part to let in a gasp of air, causing his body to twist in a sudden defensive stance, clenching the toy so tight with a ‘caught’ pose. You go to move and the door spills open completely, slamming back into his dresser and shaking old sports trophies. You’re panting, seeking out the words to apologize, Steve is wincing from how hard he still is, attempting to cover his modesty. But the air shifts in the room and you gain a boldness, a restlessness that won’t be satiated, nor a conscience satisfied if you don’t ask.

“Can I help you?” A customer service line from working at Scoops with him. But it comes naturally.

Steve, biting his lip, disheveled — he nods. And it’s happening. A tickling ease, a line crossed.

“C’mhere.” He’s waving with his opposite hand. His ribcage expands as he gulps in lungfuls of air.

You’re at his side shortly, shyly. “W-what do you need me to do?”

His spare hand pushes back through his hair, amber gaze gone to a midnight sky, teeth milky white, defined jawline covered in stubble, and a perfect nose. His voice is raspy when he lets you know what he needs.

“Go get on my bed, lay back for me. Please?”

A fucking gentleman.

All of your clothes feel too tight, smothering you as you lay back on his bed, his pillow immediately invading you. Your hands are unsure of where to go, but he approaches slowly, kneeling his way into kneeling by your feet. “I’m gonna… Can I use this between your legs, honey? You don’t have to do anything, just let me do all the work.” He motions to the toy and you want nothing more, suddenly offered the world.

It’s your turn to say it now. “C’mhere.”

He’s using that enriched tendon covered forearm to prop himself up beside of your head, slotting right between your knees, his remaining hand wrapped so tightly around the toy that his skin is pulled taunt over his knuckles. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip, releases it, licks it, and then he’s asking, “Can I?”

“Go. Do what you need to do. I’m right here, Steve.”

If you thought the toy was loud before, the sound of him working his lengthy girth through its walls right in front of you now — it’s surround sound. You’re watching, unable to help it, bones threaten to be dusted to ash from how hard your heart is ramming beneath your breastbone.

“Wanted to come over, but it’s been a shit week, an even shitter day. And I just needed to —“

“— Release some tension, right? I get it, I do it too. I have a cock that goes… I —“ you stop your horny rambling, face feeling too much warmed.

Steve’s face scrunches, teeth gritting, and he twists the toy until slowing it almost completely. “Tell me what you do. You fuck yourself with it, right? When everything is too much and not enough? Fuck, honey.”

He doesn’t verbalize, but you don’t either, simply accept the toy and hold it against your denim covered cunt, leaving Steve’s hands free to hold on either side of you, his nose nudging yours as he leans down — here, present. You copy his earlier motions, using the toy to glide along his length as he thrusts into it with a new focussed vigor. “That’s it. You feel so good, honey. Workin’ me so right.”

“I’m soaking — fucking — wet for you, Steve. Just so you know.”

His hips stutter and his nose finds its way into your eyelashes, cheek pressing into your own. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum into this thing, and I want —“

“— You want what, Steve?” You hold your breath.

He answers without fear or pause. “You.”

// Eat me paragraph //

[missnxthingg]

I CAN'T LIE TO YOU ✮ LN4

pairing: Lando Norris x bestie!Reader (childhood best friends to lovers) summary: Lando Norris decides to surprise his best friend after being a long time away from home. What she didn't expect was that he had a big secret that he couldn't share with her words: 4.5K - warnings: swearing, suggestive content & not proof read author's notes: I'm back once again! Now you just know I'm a sucker for childhood besties to lovers. Also, I may have already started writing a part two for this one... let me know if you want it!

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The days in England have become more boring with time. Y/N was losing her mind over the repetitive routine that follows the life of a college student. Work, study, beer with close friends and bed. So when her mother invited her for a family dinner, she worried about how excited she got with the event. It wasn’t supposed to be anything special, just her parents and a few of their close friends gathered to catch up over nice food. 

Coming home felt way too good. It’s a feeling most college students get when they go back to their hometown, leaving their crappy flat in university to be served with their parents pampering during their quick visit. Y/N was supposed to be back to her place in just a couple of days, but she felt satisfied to be in a different place than the four walls of her house. Not to mention that she was having a good laugh with everyone at the table.

Her mother always takes dinner parties to another level, serving the best food in her special crockery, saved for moments like this. So Y/N packed a nice new outfit; a cute long-sleeved dress that looked perfect with tights and heels. Not that the guests cared about how she was dressed, but it felt nice to look beautiful and all put together for once after months of hoodies and leggings.

As usual, her parents invited the Norris family, as they’ve been the best of friends for the longest time. Not only they lived next to each other for years back when she was younger, all of their kids were really close friends with Y/N. But the spotlight always goes to Lando, who is the same age as her, making them grow up attached to the hip.

They all grew up going to the same school, not to mention that she would always tag along in Lando and his brother’s karting sessions, having the best time watching them drive flawlessly on tracks. He always enjoyed the times when she’d steal her parents cameras so they could make some homemade videos of their time together. Or when they would sit back, watch their dads play golf every Saturday and share candies in the cart. 

  Y/N and Lando have been inseparable since the age of four, growing up side by side, going through everything together. She was so important to him that, when he joined Formula 1 and had to choose a number to race, he chose the age the two of them had become friends. 

“The number four is for my best friend, Y/N. She was the one to suggest it, and the meaning behind it is very cute. Actually, I don’t want to tell you to not spoil anything, but I can only say that it’s very dear to my heart”, Lando said once in an interview during his second season in F1, making every single one of his fans curious about the meaning.

But it’s been a while since the infamous duo had been together. They supported each other from afar; Y/N sometimes joining him for race weekends and Lando coming back to see her on birthdays and weekends in London, while he visited the McLaren factory. But the last time they had been together was four months ago, during summer break, when he dragged her to join him for his crazy trips around the world. When racing and university was back on, they lost a little bit of touch; almost no calls and only a few texting breaks so they wouldn’t fall apart.

A lot happened in those four months. Lando had a new gorgeous girlfriend; a model who everyone had become obsessed with her TikTok videos for beauty tips. They had been seen together a few times around the world, her joining him for the races and a lot of make-outs behind DJ booths at parties. Y/N, on the other hand, was lacking in the dating department. But the friends she made over the past year made everything worthy. After years of pretty much having Lando as her only very close friend, she finally found new people to go out and have fun as a normal 20-year-old.

With that, Y/N and Lando’s friendship got weird. He had been avoiding her for a while, with the excuse of being too busy with racing, but actually not wanting to talk about his personal life with someone who knew him like the palm of her hand. Meanwhile, she was having a good time with her friends to be bothered by anything. But lately, life had become more boring and Y/N felt like having Lando back would bring some more fun into her life again, with all the epic parties and the good times they always managed to happen.

“Only one month left”, she thought, as winter break was approaching, meaning that Lando would finally be free to come home for the holidays.

She was pushed out of her thoughts by Adam Norris, who now seemed interest in Y/N’s life after a long catching up with her dad. “Tell us more about college! Are you having fun? Learning anything special?”, he asked with a kind smile.

“Oh, I’m graduating this spring, so it’s been… rough”, she chuckled. “But everything has been amazing, you know? The internship is so cool and the people are nice as well”.

“I just can’t believe it will all be over soon”, his wife, Cisca, responded. “It feels like it was just yesterday when you joined uni and Lando started his first season in F1. Time really flies, uhm?”

Every mention of his name made Y/N smile like a fool. But lately, it has been accompanied by a ting of pain on her chest. God, she missed him so much.

“What is it that you miss?”, Cisca asked, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. Shit, did she say that out loud?

“I said I missed your pie so much, Cis. You know I have always loved it growing up”, Y/N tried to cover it up by stuffing her mouth with the cheesy pie, trying to keep her thoughts of being spoken out loud. But something caught her by surprise.

“Yeah, mum’s pie is the best in the world, isn’t it?”, a male voice said from behind her, one that she hadn’t heard in person for a while. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was, only to turn around and see Lando standing right behind her tugged into his signature comfortable hoodie, with a giant smile plastered on his face, and a bouquet in his hands. “Surprise!”

Y/N brought her hands up to her mouth, trying not to cry at the sight. She couldn’t believe what was standing in front of her. So she jumped out of her seat and jumped into his arms, not caring about anyone else in the room or the flowers being crumpled up in his hands. Lando buried his nose in her hair, taking in her scent, making him feel at ease for once

“What are you doing here?”, she leaned back, holding his face between her hands. His soft eyes looked down at her, his smile never faltering.

“I thought I could surprise my best girl”, he admitted, digging one of his hands into her hips, making her securely close to him. “I had a break before the end of the season, and it had been so long…”

“Shut up, you idiot. I just want to hug you”, she cut him mid-sentence, burying her face in his neck, making his smile even wider, if that was possible. Everyone on the table laughed at her reaction, but let them have their moment after months without seeing each other. It felt too good to be true. 

“I missed you so much”, he whispered in her ear, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

“I missed you too. Welcome home, Lan”, she leaned back and kissed his cheek, making it tinted red. Lando was so cute when he blushed. “You brought me flowers! How cute is this?”

She took the giant bouquet filled with red and pink roses out of his hands, bringing it close to her body. “It’s an apology for not being here as much as I should”, he said, making her heart so warm with the thoughtful gift.

“You being here is enough”, she pressed another kiss to his cheek and quickly pulled him for another hug. They just couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Alright, we all know you both really miss each other, but you can catch up after dinner. Food is getting cold and poor Lando must be starving”, her mother cut them off, making Y/N look back at the table, her face burning in embarrassment. He laughed at her behavior and pulled the chair next to her so they could sit together.

Through the whole dinner, Lando told all of his amazing stories traveling the world, leaving all the ‘best friends only’ parts for later, when he would be alone with Y/N. She felt so happy to finally have him by her side, making fun of her table manners, resting his hand on her knee and cracking any bad jokes just to see her roll her eyes. And even though he lived those many adventures, Lando knew life couldn’t get better than having his favourite person in the world back on his side.

“So, Lando, what finally brings you back home?”, Y/N’s father asked, making him shrug.

“You know, the championship could’ve been better and I feel really tired, you know?”, Lando searched for his best friend’s hand under the table, entwining their fingers once they met. Then he looked at her with an adoring smile on his face. “I just need some recharging. Thought I could use some home time before the last few races of the year”.

“You’re always welcomed to recharge in our house if you want to, Lando”, her mother said before the conversation was taken somewhere else once again.

While everyone else chatted, Y/N and Lando updated their phone gallery with new pictures of them. A lot of cute selfies and pictures of their homemade dinner which soon found their place on their Instagrams.

y/username

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y/username: always feels good to have my best friend back in the house

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landonorris Besties reunited LFG!

↪ y/username you’re such a bore

fanacc1 FINALLY SOME Y/N AND LANDO CONTENT

fanacc2 Wasn’t him dating a model?

↪fanacc3 He is, but Y/N is his childhood best friend

fanacc4 ugh, if i was his gf, i would be so jealous of them together

↪fanacc5 I bet his girlfriend actually hates them

fanacc6 Does this mean more Y/N around the paddock?

The dinner was coming to an end with the delicious sweet treats they prepared for dessert. At that point, Lando and Y/N were just existing at the conversation. He slipped an arm around her shoulder and she found a comfortable spot to lean into him and keep sipping on her wine while they shared a slice of cake. But even though they were quiet, they surely weren’t tired. So as the rest of the adults continued with their chat, they took their glasses of wine to the backyard, just so they could have some alone time.

Lando chuckled when he saw what was still standing strong in her backyard. “You still have our old treehouse?”, he asked and she nodded excitedly. “Wow, it looks so much nicer than before”.

“It’s because I renovated it, you fool. Haven’t I told you?”, she asked, but Lando shook his head. “Oh my… you have to see this! Now it’s a grown up treehouse! Take a look”.

Y/N dragged him to the small construction and made him climb all the way up to the house. It changed a lot with the renovations. Their wall doodles from when they were little kids were preserved by a varnish coat on the wood. She also substituted the old toys for books and her collection of vinyls, making the place look extra cozy. There was even a table for afternoon tea and card games, a TV and a huge futon, with lots of cushions, so they could just lie down and spend the rest of the day hidden from the world.

“What a glow up!”, he joked. “I loved it. This is amazing”, Lando took a place next to the window, where the moonlight invaded the room. Y/N sat next to him and almost immediately pulled out her camera just to capture the moment. And just like old times, they had fun doing a tiny photoshoot together, only to be cut off by his mom, calling them from the ground.

“Are you coming, Lando?”, Cisca asked, making him look over to Y/N, who replied for him.

“I’m not letting him go anywhere, Cisca”, she joked, throwing her arms around Lando, making his mother laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your son”.

“Have fun you two”, they waved at her and sighed after finally being left alone for a proper catching up between best friends. Lando had a satisfied smile on his face and he felt so calm at that moment. He threw both of his arms around his best friend and hugged her tightly.

“Home, at last”, his cheek was pressed on the side of her face, making her giggle with the contact. “I want to know everything going on with you. Just blurt it all out. I owe you this”.

“Oh, nothing great happened”, she shrugged. “Nothing that you didn’t know already. The internship is nice, but it’s coming to an end soon and I’m not sure they’ll keep me with them. And college is almost finished, so that’s kind of bittersweet”.

“I thought you were excited to have a degree”, he said, making her sigh. “Are you not happy about graduating?”

“Of course I am. You more than anyone knows how important this is to me”, she answered. “And I made so many good friends and I’ve been having the best time with them. I know graduating will make us grow apart”.

“Endings aren’t always nice, uhm? But you have to look at the bright side of things”, he started. “You’re finally achieving something great and you managed to have a really good time along the way. Made friends and worked really hard to become the best professional out there. I’m so proud of you!”

Lando has always been her biggest supporter on pursuing her academic path. He remembers all the talks they had about her wanting to master in communications. While he didn’t get to finish school to up his game in racing, he was there for every step his best friend took until enrolling in university. So when they talk about it, he always has that beautiful proud smile on his face, to which Y/N loved seeing.

“Thank you”, she smiled shyly. “And what about you, Mr Worldwide? You’ve been everywhere these past months. How was it?”

“Oh, always amazing”, he beamed. “I got to see so many amazing places around the world. You would’ve loved all the clubs I went to. The DJ booths are amazing. Oh, and the golf courts… breathtaking”.

“Yeah, I saw all the pictures”, Y/N arched her brows and rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even bother on calling, telling me about your adventures”.

“Sorry, I lacked in that department”, he apologized. “Even though everything has been amazing, I’m so tired of this year. I could’ve done better on the track and the last few races have been exhausting. I knew that I needed to recharge before the last two races, so I came back to you”.

“It’s always a pleasure to have you home”, she ran her hand through his curls and smiled. Lando always saw Y/N as his home. She always brings him that sense of familiarity, and her absence in his travels around the world were taking a toll on him.

Not to mention that hiding a big secret from his best friend also wasn’t doing him any good.

“But I’m not here to talk about me. I want to know everything about you”, he poked her side with his index finger and smirked. “Anyone special appeared in your life in the past few months?”

“Please”, she rolled her eyes. “The last time I had a proper hook up was during our summer trip to Bali with that guy on the club”.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad”, he giggled, but Y/N’s face was burning in embarrassment.

“I had a few dates in the past months, but fuck me, they were annoying”, Lando laughed at her statement. “One of them found out you’re my best friend and spent the entire time asking questions about you. And the only guy who was actually decent came in his pants when we were making out in his car. Didn’t even get to touch me”. 

“Oh, poor you”, he giggled. “So no boy to be my new best friend? I mean, come on, we need more male energy in this friendship”.

“Sorry, Lan. No boyfriend this time”, she said. “You, on the other hand, started dating this gorgeous model and forgot to tell me about everything.”

And there she said it: the topic Lando had been avoiding the most throughout the whole night. He really didn’t want to talk about it with Y/N, because his big secret had been hiding right there. He knew he couldn’t, and didn’t want to, lie about anything to her. And he also knew that he really needed to vent about this secret with her as well.

Lando turned really quiet, and looked away, avoiding her eyes. “Don’t start now, Y/N. I mean, there’s not much to say, to be fair”, he mumbled.

“Come on, I want to know everything about the woman who stole my bestie’s heart”, she poked him, but Lando didn’t dare to look Y/N in the eyes. “I mean, everybody loves her and she seems sweet. Why don’t you want to tell me about her?”

“Because we’re not together”.

“What do you mean? I’ve seen the Instagram pictures and the gossip pages posting videos of you two kissing in the club. I thought you were becoming a thing”.

“Y/N, don’t push it”, he asked, his voice bargaining on his throat.

“Why don’t you want to tell me about her?”

“Because we’re not together, I told you”, he sighed. “She’s a PR stunt. She’s not my girlfriend, and it’s been consuming me from the inside ever since we started this little thing”.

Lando finally looked her in the eyes and Y/N saw them brimming with tears. As an immediate response, she rested a hand on his arm and waited until he was ready to talk more. He leaned into her touch and the tears started to stream down his face. He’s never one to cry for anything, so the tears meant that it was so much more than he was letting show. Her heart broke at the sight of her best friend.

“Is this why you look more tired than usual?”, Y/N asked and he nodded, making the tears fall harder. “Oh, Lan… Come here”.

She pulled his head to rest on her chest and Lando wrapped his arms around her, needing some sort of comfort. He didn’t say much for a couple of minutes after, feeling his heart aching on his chest. He wanted to talk about everything with Y/N, because he knew she would understand him. He always feels vulnerable and safe enough to talk about anything with his best friend. 

“Everything is so fucked up, Y/N”, Lando cried out. “God, I can’t take this fake relationship anymore. Do you know how disgusting it feels to pretend to be in love with someone you’re not? And to lie to everyone, hiding it from my parents. From you. I can’t stand it”

“I’m sure you have a good reason to be doing so”, she said, fingers running through his curls and making him sure that she was right there with him. Y/N felt his fingers clinging tighter onto her. “You’re just doing your job and that’s okay. This won’t last forever”.

“I feel so lonely, you know? I was doing so bad on the last few races and I missed home so much. I missed talking to my dad and hugging my mom. I missed making fun of my sisters and going for a drive with my brother. And I missed you so much. I wish I could just stay here for a long while”.

“Soon you’ll get to be here for as long as you want, baby”, Y/N pressed a kiss on top of his head and Lando sighed in comfort. It ached a little less with her there. “And we’ll get to spend so much time together. You can come over and we’ll have sleepovers. We can take the car, drive around and go clubbing until sunrise. Whatever you want”.

“God, it would be so easy if it was you”, he whispered, still holding onto her as if his life depended on it. What did he mean with that? Just those single words made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. Truth is, while her heart ached for her best friend, she was relieved he’s not in love with someone else. Did he have feelings for her? 

“You know, I looked over my so-called girlfriend one night while we were hanging out at the club and I wanted to shout to everyone that it was all an act. She’s like a solid reminder of how lonely I am all the damn time. It’s ridiculous”, he grunted. 

“Come on, look at me”, Y/N pulled his face to look up and held his head between her hands. “Lan, you are never alone, okay? Even if you feel like you are, and even if I’m not there physically, you know that I’m always with you. I’m right here”, she rested a hand over his heart, making him smile through his tears. “I've been in your heart since the moment we met”.

“I…”, he started, but couldn’t get to say the rest. After all this time, Lando was afraid that the next move would ruin their friendship forever. But looking her in the eyes, comforting him through this rough time, he knew she felt the same. “I love you, Y/N”.

She was expecting anything. ‘I know’, maybe. That was so much bigger than what she imagined. Lando had said he loved her countless times over the years they’ve known each other; after all, they grew up together, almost like brother and sister. But this time, it was different. Y/N knew it, and Lando knew it too.

Y/N was too stunned to speak, so he continued with his confession. “I always have, you know? And I only hid everything from you because I can’t lie to you. And because I thought you’d never look at me the same way if you found out”.

“Lando, I…” she stopped mid-sentence, trying to catch some air. “Fuck, this is a lot. Just wait a second”.

They giggled together and he leaned his forehead against hers. “It’s okay to not say anything right now. I just dropped a giant bomb on your lap. This wasn’t the way I wanted to confess to you, but I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore”.

“Are you saying this because you’re emotional? Because I swear to God, if you are, I’m gonna kill you for misleading me”, her eyes were brimming with tears and Lando whipped them away.

“I’m telling you the truth”, he assured. “I think I’ve loved you my entire life. With all the crazy things I’ve experienced in my life, you were the only constant. You’re home, Y/N”.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”, she asked and he took a deep breath.

“Because I was afraid of losing you. Scared this might ruin our friendship somehow”, he admitted. “You’re the most precious thing in my life. Do you know how scary it is to fall in love with your best friend when you’re just a kid? And then grow up, and those feelings never go away, just getting stronger every day. I just didn’t want to lose you”.

“You weren’t going to lose me, Lan”, her eyes softened at his confession and now he was the one wiping her tears. Y/N brought him back for a hug and even though he didn’t have an answer, deep down he knew she felt the same.

“I’ve loved you since we were four. There’s a reason why I always carry this number with me”, Lando confessed. “God, look what you do to me. I never cry”.

“You only cry for the important things”, she reminded. “That’s why I love you, Lando. I’ve been in love with you for my entire life too, idiot”.

His eyes widened as he looked up to her, who had a smirk plastered on her face. “Can I kiss you?”, Lando asked, but before she could properly shake her head in agreement, he crashed his lips into hers. He needed to be home, and Y/N has always been home for him. It was the most intense kiss they ever had, like years of lingering had finally paid off for both of them.

Lando pulled her closer with a hand on the back of her head. She wrapped her fingers around his neck, smiling into his lips. Then, as if it wasn't enough, he pulled her to sit on lap, making them closer somehow. She slowed down the pace, making the kiss needier and more delicious. Lando even let out a satisfied throaty moan, his heart speeding on his chest. Her touches made him feral, knowing that after years of pinning, he finally had his dream girl.

“Thank you for this”, he whispered against her lips, a wide and satisfied smile on his face. “Thank you for all the years, all the times you've been here for me, to tell me everything is going to be alright.”

“Always, Lan”, she played with the hairs on his nape. “I love you so much”.

“I love you too. So much”, he left one more peck on her lips before hugging her again. “I don't know what I'd do without you”.

“Yeah, me too”.

The story of how they fell in love with each other was long, but beautiful. Lando and Y/N sat in that tree house all night and shared all of those stories with each other. And for a second, he really believed everything was going to work out. After all, if he had Y/N, Lando would be just fine.

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blue. | chapter three

pairing: bfd!joel miller x curvy!fem!reader

chapter warnings: series is 18+ only, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader's age is set at 25, joel is 40), best friend's dad trope, reader works at a bikini bar (race is a blank slate but reader is described as being curvy/plus size and is very much comfortable in her skin), dual POV, divorced!joel, alcohol consumption, shit female bartenders have to deal with (men), all the yearning

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JOEL

“So, not to pry into your love life n’all, but—“

“But you’re goin’ to anyways,” I heave a sigh and set the oil-stained rag in my hands on the edge of the old pickup I’ve been working on all summer. Tommy was supposed to be here to help me with lifting the transmission, but it seems like my little brother has a secret agenda this afternoon. 

“Janelle said you flaked on her again,” he says, leaning back against my woodworking table in the garage. “What’s all that about?”

Contrary to what I told Blue last Sunday, I hadn’t seen Janelle in next to nothing. I hadn’t seen her at all. I got too in my head and flaked, choosing to spend my night at the bowling alley like some lonely old man. I don’t even like bowling. It just seemed like a good way to pass time until Sarah and Blue went to bed. 

“S’nothin’ against her,” I say, using the back of my hand to wipe the sweat off my brow. “Just not ready for anythin’ right now.”

“I don’t think she’s expectin’ you to get down on one knee anytime soon, Joel,” Tommy chuckles, rhat easy going smile on his face that I could never quite manage. “She just wants to go on a date. See if there’s a spark.”

There is no spark, I want to say. The only spark I feel is with a woman a decade and a half younger than me, who just so happens to be my daughter’s best friend. 

But I can’t say that. So, I go on the defensive. 

“Why are you so concerned with my love life?” I spit, folding my arms over my chest as I level a glare at him. “The ink isn’t even dry yet on me and Shannan’s divorce papers. Don’t I deserve some time to figure shit out?”

Tommy deflates a little, his shoulders dropping as he tilts his head towards the ground. “I know, and you do. I just…you’ve been alone for so damn long now. You and Shannan haven’t been a couple for years now. Sarah’s moved out. It’s just you in this big ole house. Just want you to be happy, s’all.”

“I’m happy,” I lie, and it’s a shitty lie at that. 

Since Sarah moved out for college and then made her home in Dallas, I’ve been a lonely old bastard. Shannan and I haven’t lived under the same roof since her affair five years ago, aside from a few shitty attempts at reconciliation. Tommy, Maria, and Benji stop by enough to fill the void, but it’s not like I’m a social butterfly. I’ve never been that way, despite Tommy’s best efforts to bring me out of my shell. 

At the end of the day, I’m just a man who enjoys the quiet comfort of being at home. I just wish I had someone else around to enjoy that quiet with. 

“Well,” Tommy shrugs, his smile looking skeptical but rooted in affection. “As long as you’re happy. I just think you should tell Janelle that maybe it’s not the right time yet. She’s under the impression you’re interested.”

Letting her down easy is the least I could do after flaking on her. But a part of me worries that if I call things off with Janelle, I’ll cave to the temptation to go see Blue at The Boot, and Lord knows that’s the last thing I need to be doing. 

“Yeah, I’ll call her up,” I say, turning back to the engine in front of me. “Now can we stop talkin’ about me and get to work on this truck?”

The Boot is busy tonight, but it always is on Saturday night. You don’t mind the chaos, not when customers tip as good as they do on hectic nights. The only downside to working weekend shifts is the bachelor parties that stumble in. Finance bros from Dallas and Austin’s most entitled pretty boys flocking to the closest thing to a strip club they can get away with without pissing off their fiancées. 

It’s something I never understood. How can someone be ready to commit to a person, to claim to love them enough to spend the rest of their lives with them, and yet still want to go out and spend the night vying for the attention of half-naked women? 

The booth occupied by a group of men in their late twenties seem more than content to spend the night whistling for whatever bartender or server in sight. Thankfully, you’re behind the bar and only have to deal with their harassment for as long as it takes to make their drinks, apart from the straggler in front of you that has made himself at home on the barstool across from your station. 

“What happens if you get wet?” he asks, his words slurred and obnoxious. 

You play along, allowing Blue’s playful persona to take over rather than the one that wants to tell him to go fuck himself. “Like a spill?” 

He smiles, all veneers and no charm. “You think I’m talking about spills, baby?” 

“Enlighten me,” you say, folding your arms on the counter and locking eyes with his glassy blue ones. 

“I mean, surely you’ve gotta see some dudes come through that get you horny,” he says, his eyes trailing from yours down to your cleavage. “What happens to that pretty lace if you get wet on the job?”

You can count the amount of times you’ve even come close to feeling aroused while working here on one hand. Scratch that. One finger. 

Joel Miller. That’s it. 

“You gonna be the one to pay for a new pair?” you tease, even though it physically hurts to pretend you enjoy this conversation in the slightest. 

“If I get to take those off you,” he says, grinning like a fool. Like a man who truly thinks he’s going to get lucky tonight. “What time are you out of here?”

“I—“ Your rejection is cut off by the sight of a familiar broad shouldered, dark haired, salt-and-pepper bearded man stepping into the bar with a scowl on his face. “I, uh…excuse me for a minute.”

You block out the sound of him calling after you as you make your way down the bar to where Joel stands with his hands in his pocket, waiting for a turn to order a drink from Diamond—a blonde college sophomore working to pay off her loans. 

“Joel,” you call out into the crowd, stealing his attention away from Diamond as she shakes a cocktail rather emphatically. The perpetual jealousy you feel where Joel’s concerned gnaws at you, but you ignore it. “I can get you down at my station.”

He nods, weaving through the crowd to the empty spot besides Mr. Veneers. 

“Hey,” he says with a clear of his throat. “Just a whiskey.”

“The good shit this time?” you ask, forcing a smile onto your face despite the flurry of emotions he stirs inside of you. Arousal, irritation, jealousy, deep, agonizing longing. 

One corner of his mouth quirks up just enough for you to notice it, and then it’s gone. “Dealer’s choice.” 

You get to work on filling him up a drink—top shelf, of course. You tell yourself you’d do that for any friend, but truthfully, you’ve never had a friend come by and see you at work. Not even Sarah knows what bar you work at. It’s just better that way. Keeps the personal and business parts of your life separate. 

Until now. 

“Here you go,” you say, sliding the tumbler across the wood to him. 

“Thanks, Blue,” he murmurs, avoiding your eyes. 

“So what time are you off, sweetheart?” Veneers chimes in like an annoying gnat of a man. “I got a backyard with a pool. We could go for a late night swim to make sure those panties get real wet.”

Joel’s eyes swing to the man beside him, dark and deadly and too fucking sexy. “What’d you just say?”

Veneers gives Joel a narrowed look, as if to silently berate him for daring to interrupt his poor excuse of a pick up line. “Mind your business, pops.”

Joel chuckles, the sound humorless and lethal to anyone with common sense. Unfortunately for Veneers, he seems to be lacking in that department. “Listen, son—“

“Joel,” you interrupt with a hiss. “Drop it.”

Joel sets his glass of whiskey down calmly and lets his head drop between his shoulder blades for a beat before lifting his eyes to meet yours. You give him a pleading look, silently begging him to not start a bar fight in your honor despite some twisted part of you that relishes in the fantasy. 

“What do you say, baby?” Veneers tries his luck one more time, and you watch as Joel clenches his jaw to keep himself from chiming in. 

“I don’t go home with customers,” you say, fixing a flirty smile onto your face like nothing ever happened. “Maybe catch me out in the wild and see what happens.”

Veneers smiles that horrible, plastic-y smile and gives you a wink. Poor guy thinks he has a shot. 

“Well I should get back to the boys,” he says, tapping his hand on the bar before drunkenly stumbling off his stool. “Let me know if you change your policy.”

“Mmhm, have fun,” you say, watching as he trips over his feet. 

“Dickhead,” Joel murmurs beneath his breath. 

“You can’t come in here and act like my bodyguard,” you snap, fixing a stern glare onto him. Joel quirks an eyebrow, his eyes dancing across your features as if he’s enjoying the sight of you pissed off at him. 

A confusing man, that Joel Miller.  

“You shouldn’t be coming in here at all,” you add with a sigh, shaking your head as you reach for an empty glass to pour yourself a water. “Don’t you have anything better to do on a Saturday than come in here and ruin my chance at a good tip?”

Janelle comes to mind, and your stomach starts to flip in that same nasty way it did when Joel all but admitted he fucked her last weekend. You wouldn’t tell a single soul this, the least of which Joel, but you very nearly threw up over the thought of him with another woman—which is something you’ve never done over a man. Whatever this infatuation with Joel is, it’s a heady one. 

“What’s your degree in, again?” he asks, avoiding your question altogether. 

“None of your business,” you reply, giving him a sardonic smile. Joel’s lips threaten to curl again, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s slightly out of his mind. That, or he just likes mean women. Judging by his ex-wife, that very well might be the case. 

“Just wonderin’ why you’re here doin’ this instead of—“

“Instead of what?” You rest your hands on your hips and raise your brows expectantly. 

“Instead of doin’ somethin’ that doesn’t involve dealing with idiots like that kid who sit here and harass you all night.” 

Your name gets called down the bar, your shift manager waving the latest schedule in the air. Sighing, you turn back to Joel. “Give me a minute.”

He lifts his hands, waving you off as you walk into the back room to sign off on this week’s schedule before coming back out. Joel’s in that same spot, only this time, his attention is fixed on Diamond who’s flashing her pearly whites at him like she’s paid to do. 

Only, you can’t help but wonder if like you, she’s actually taken a genuine liking to this customer. 

“So you build houses and stuff like that?” she asks, fixing her crystal blue eyes on him like he hung the moon in place. 

“I used to,” he says. “I own my own company now, so it’s mostly paperwork these days.”

“Do you miss it? Getting your hands dirty?” God, Diamond has the voice of a pornstar. How have you never noticed just how sultry and innocent she sounds? It makes your sarcastic, flirty persona look like amateur hour. 

“Hey,” you interrupt, tapping her on the shoulder. “Schedule’s up. Need you to sign it.”

“Be right back,” she tells Joel before skipping off towards the back room. Your eyes follow her petite but busty frame for a second before sliding back to Joel, expecting him to be staring at her too. Only he’s not. He’s looking at you. 

“She’s bubbly,” he says, and it doesn’t sound like a compliment. 

“She’s sweet,” you reply with a shrug. It’s true. Diamond is sweet and pretty and petite. By far one of the most popular bartenders here at The Boot, and for obvious reasons. “Seemed like you two struck up conversation fast. Does Janelle have some competition?”

You don’t know why you say it. It’s crossing a line into dangerous, touchy territory. One you’re not sure you want to venture into. 

Joel’s eyes wander from your eyes to your lips, your lips to your chest, your chest to your round hips. “Yeah. She’s got competition.”

With a sigh and not many ways to dance around the obvious, you fold your arms on the bar and stare at him point blank. “Why’d you come here tonight, Joel? Seems counterproductive to the whole forgetting we ever met plan.”

Joel let’s out an airy, dark chuckle and shakes his head. “Yeah, it is.”

You wait on him, giving him the space he needs to find the right words. There’s gotta be something other than your killer cocktails and superb customer service that he’s come back for. 

Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. 

Joel heaves a sigh and shrugs his shoulders, avoiding your eyes as he spins the amber liquid in his glass around in circles. “With Sarah gone, the house is lonely. I don’t really go out to bars anymore, so I figured best to stick with the devil I know. Doesn’t hurt that y’all have good whiskey.”

“And pretty barbacks like Diamond to look at,” you tease. Joel’s eyes lift to meet yours, something equal parts dangerous and thrilling dancing in his eyes. 

“I haven’t been lookin’ at Diamond.” 

JOEL

With nothing better to do with my night, I decide to stick around the bar until closing. Seems that pretty boy from earlier has the same idea as he sits across the counter from Blue, eyeing her up like a piece of meat. 

She doesn’t bat a single eye at his ogling. In fact, she plays it to her advantage, giggling and shooting those flirty eyes at him every chance she gets. I know she’s just working him for his money, but damn it if that green little monster inside me doesn’t hate the sight of the two of them together. 

And I have no fucking reason to. 

I lift my ice water to my lips to wash away the bitter taste in my mouth. One whiskey was enough for me tonight. Any more and I’ll start thinking about what it might be like to slip that lacy set right off of Blue, and that’s the last thing I need to be doing. 

“Come on,” Pretty Boy begs, clasping his hands together as he watches Blue hand him his tab. “One night. No strings attached, I promise.”

Since when is that what a woman wants to hear? Please just let me fuck you once and then you’ll never hear from me again. Sign of the times, I suppose. 

“Sorry,” Blue shrugs, shooting him another one of those teasing smiles as she unties her apron, giving both of us a glimpse at the soft, supple skin hidden beneath it all night. 

God, her curves. She’s got the kind of body that sends a man straight to his knees in worship. Her thick thighs alone make me want to kneel at her altar. 

I’m so consumed with the sight of her that I don’t notice she’s walking towards me, sliding me a blank tab with a wink before leaning in an whispering conspiratorially, “Your drink’s on the house, but I don’t want to hurt his ego so just play along, alright?”

I nod along like a dazed fool and reach for my wallet in my back pocket before slapping my card down onto the check. I’m not even conscious enough to argue about the free drink, not when she’s walking away from me, swinging those full hips that make my hands itch. 

Pretty Boy pays his tab and heads out with his head hung, accepting the loss that is a night without Blue. It’s what I’m about to do, soon as I make sure she’s gotten to her truck alright. 

That fucking beater that looks like it should’ve been turned into scrap metal a decade ago, and yet she’s driving it like it’s new.

I sit here for at least another fifteen minutes, watching the girls head back to the kitchen while the managers close out the tills for the night. The last of the stragglers are stumbling their way out of the bar, and judging by the impatient glances I’m getting from the manager closest to me, my welcome has been overstayed. So, not wanting to get scolded, I get up and head towards the doors. 

“Wait up,” Blue calls from behind me. I turn to see her walking over with her purse slung over her shoulder, her lingerie swapped for a pair of daisy dukes and a white linen crop top that shows almost as much skin as before. 

I swing the door open and hold it for her before waving her through. It’s a mistake I realize immediately as my eyes fall to her plump behind. Clearing my throat, I try to think of something to say that doesn’t lean towards come home with me. “I’m payin’ for my drinks next time.”

She shoots me a smirk as she matches my slow pace, the two of us walking through the empty parking lot like two people who aren’t entirely inappropriate for one another. “Next time, huh?”

“Unless I get a life,” I joke, earning a laugh. It might be the first one I’ve pulled out of her, despite her chuckles and smiles the first night. This one has nothing to do with getting a nice tip. She’s just laughing because she thinks I said something funny. 

We carry on in silence, our feet crunching against the gravel as we near her truck that I may or may not have deliberately parked next to earlier. 

“Thanks for walking me to my truck,” she says as she slides her key into the lock and swings the driver door open. “I was half-expecting Veneers to be waiting for me out here.”

“No problem,” I say, rubbing the sweat off the back of my neck as I try not to watch her climb into her truck. 

She goes to start the engine, but it just whirs back at her, revving but never catching. I watch and wait for her to try it a few more times, each to no avail. 

“Shit,” she rests her head against the steering wheel with a thunk. 

My mouth opens before I can think twice about it. “I can give you a ride home.”

She lifts her head slowly, turning to meet my eyes with hesitation dancing in hers. “What about my truck? I can’t just leave it here.” 

“I’ll tow it tomorrow,” I say, already turning around and unlocking my own truck before getting it started so that the A/C can run for a bit. When I turn back around to face her, I find her watching me with a frown and a tilted head. “What?”

“I don’t want to put you out,” she says, her voice soft and forlorn. Like she’s more worried about being a burden than about the two of us being alone together. 

Maybe it’s just me. 

“You live a couple blocks down from me, right?” Sarah told me as much when I grilled her about who this friend of hers was before the party last weekend. Apparently, I hadn’t grilled her nearly enough. “You ain’t putin’ me out, alright? Not unless you keep makin’ me stand here in this heat.”

She smiles and a chuckle escapes her as she caves. Sighing as if I just asked the world of her, she hops out of her truck, grabs her bag, and locks up the rusty dinosaur she calls a vehicle. “Wouldn’t want to be reported for elderly abuse.”

I stop and glare at her as she walks by, keeping my face blank despite wanting to smile. A part of me thinks that if I give in even just a little--even just a smile--I’ll lose all footing and tumble headfirst into the mistake that would be the two of us. 

“Very funny,” I say, following her over to the passenger side so that I can open the door for her. She eyes me as I do just that, like I’m some sort of alien creature. “What?”

“I can open my own doors, you know.”

I shrug. “Doesn’t mean you have to. Now hurry up.”

“You’ve got a real bossy streak to you, you know that?” She hops into the passenger seat and I have to ignore the feeling in my chest--like all the puzzle pieces have come together now that she’s where she belongs.

Because this, right here with me, is the last place she belongs.

[girliism]

nerdy!art who based on his physique and good looks should be getting any and every girl he wants but instead he chooses to hide away in his books. he’s top of all his classes and does extra credit work for fun on the weekends, according to his roommate patrick he’s kind of a loser that needs to get out more. patrick invites him out to a lot of parties but art just ends up in the corner nursing only one drink before leaving early.

you were the opposite everyone on campus knew you. you went to every party thrown but you weren’t some slut you just liked being around people. now you weren’t stupid by any means but you also weren’t top of your classes.

“what do you mean i’m failing.” you looked at your math professor who just told you that if you don’t pass this upcoming test you’d fail his class. “i don’t think you’re understanding the material very well that’s why i assigned you a tutor.” a tall blonde with thick rimmed glasses walks up to your professors desk. “this is art, i’ve asked him to help.” art gave you a small wave. you’ve seen art around campus sitting under trees reading or stuck in the corner at a party. he was quiet only spoke when spoken to, you had no idea he was even in this class.

art cleared his throat. “you can come by my dorm tomorrow if you’re free.” art held on the door for you to walk out of. “tomorrows fine with me. you’re patrick’s roommate right?” art nodded “cool! i can get your dorm number from a friend of mine.” you smiled big at him. art gave you a closed mouth smile back before you guys waved goodbye.

“can you please not be here when she comes over.” it was saturday the day of yours and art’s tutoring session and he’s been cleaning up their dorm. “right i forgot you’re having a girl over.” patrick says raising eyebrows up and down before placing his cereal bowl in the sink not bothering to wash it. art pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge. “we’re just studying.” he mumbles going to wash patrick’s dish. patrick ended up leaving so art had the dorm to himself when you showed.

you sat on the couch in their dorm studying the place instead of the math problem art was trying to explain. “you got lucky pairing with zweig this dorm is partially an apartment.” art stopped talking to look around his dorm before shrugging going back to teaching you. “ugh i’m so jealous i’d kill for a dorm this big-” “you like to distracted yourself from your work when you don’t understand it.” art said cutting you off. you just stared at him not knowing what to say. art senses the awkward tension he created. “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you feel bad just if you payed attention i think you could really get it.” art spoke softly and you just nodded finally shutting up and listening to him.

studying with art was kinda fun. every saturday you’d meet at his dorm and listen to explain more in depth what your professor didn’t. at first art was very rigid but after a while you got him to loosen up. he now laughed openly with you and made stupid math jokes.

“ART!” you ran over to where he was sitting under a tree. art closed his book standing up when he saw you rushing toward him. “look what i did.” you shoved you test paper in his face smiling. “a B congratulations you’ve officially passed.” you couldn’t contain the squeal that came out of you when you pulled art into a tight hug. “no thanks to you. how will i ever repay you.” you pouted. art just shook his head saying there was no need. you gasp. “delta phi is having a party tonight you have to come and hang out with me.” the second art heard the frat name he was already declining. “parties aren’t really my thing.” art scratches at the back of his head. “bullshit dondalson, you saved me from failing which mean we have to celebrate. you’re coming weither you like it or not.” you gave art an excited smile and he gave you a nervous one back.

(a part 2 will be happening 🙏🏽) part 2.

[bellfilmz]

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭?

Drew starkey x interviewer!reader blurb

The energy at the movie premiere was electric—bright lights, flashing cameras, and a sea of fans lined up behind barricades, screaming for their favorite stars. You adjusted the mic in your hand, taking a deep breath. This was one of your biggest opportunities yet—an exclusive interview with Drew Starkey, the star of the night.

You had prepared questions, rehearsed in the mirror, and promised yourself you wouldn’t let nerves get the best of you. But as Drew approached, looking impossibly good in a tailored suit, that promise wavered just a little.

“Hi, Drew. It’s so great to meet you,” you said, offering a professional smile as he stepped up to your interview spot.

“Great to meet you too,” he replied, flashing a dimpled grin that could make anyone weak in the knees. “And I don’t think we’ve met before, have we?”

“No, this is my first big premiere as an interviewer,” you admitted, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Well, then I’m honored to be your first.” His voice was smooth, teasing, and just suggestive enough to make your stomach flip.

You cleared your throat, willing yourself to focus. “So, tell me about the film. What drew you to this role?”

Drew smirked slightly at the way you rushed past his comment, but he played along. “You know, I love a good challenge. This character was layered with flaws but complex. Kind of like me.” His eyes flickered with amusement as he waited for your reaction.

You bit your lip, forcing a neutral nod. “Right. And what was the most difficult part of filming?”

“Staying in character.” He tilted his head, eyes scanning your face. “Especially when there were distractions on set.”

“Distractions?”

He shrugged, but his gaze remained locked on yours. “Yeah, you know. Things that catch your attention and make it hard to focus.” His smirk deepened. “Kind of like what’s happening right now.”

Your breath hitched for a fraction of a second. You had interviewed actors before, but none had looked at you like that—like they were enjoying watching you try not to blush.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I’m just doing my job, Drew.”

“Of course,” he said, leaning in just slightly, voice lowering. “But I think you might be enjoying it a little, too.”

Your professional facade was hanging on by a thread, but you refused to let him win. With a composed smile, you straightened your shoulders. “Last question, what do you hope audiences take away from this film?”

Drew studied you for a beat before answering, as if deciding whether to keep teasing or let you off the hook. “I hope they connect with it,” he finally said, his tone softer now. “That it makes them feel something real.”

You nodded, satisfied with the answer and relieved the interview was back on track. “Well, thank you, Drew. Enjoy your premiere.”

“Thanks,” he said, but before he stepped away, he leaned in just enough for you to hear him over the noise of the crowd. “Maybe I’ll see you at the after-party? Strictly professional, of course.”

Your pulse skipped. You didn’t trust yourself to answer, so you just gave him a polite smile.

Drew Starkey was dangerous. And you were in trouble.

𝐀/𝐍: here’s a blurb while I edit part five of out of your league but it should be posted Saturday.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[meiguicha]

Report - University student so touch starved that petting passing dog causes tears

Phainon x Reader - Uni AU

If you had a penny for every time you cried while petting a fluffy white dog in a foreign country, you would have two pennies which isn't a lot but is a little sad it happened twice.

Note: cussing

//i wish a dog came up to me and wanted me to pet it. doesnt even have to be phainon i just wanna pet a dog. sorry if this doesnt make sense my brain is all t-tests and null hypotheses now.

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Its only been two weeks since the semester started, and you already want to kill yourself. 

To the people who believe that business units are easy and don’t take much brain power, you would very much like to sit them down in any one of the horrid, horrid units you’ve been forced to take and make them take the ten million tests you seem to have every week. 

Everyone has their struggles! Stop putting down one major to elevate another’s suffering! How would  you like to slave over an excel sheet for six hours wondering why your abatement graph looks like a rat got high on cocaine and was told to walk in a straight line?!

Well, this is just a very convoluted way to say that you didn’t feel like you were doing very well right now. 

Your social life has taken the biggest hit in all honesty, and with more and more assignments piling up, you’re starting to miss the best comfort of them all.

Giving your little shits of dogs back home all the kisses you can give them. 

Yes dear observer, you heard that right. The only cure to this painful existence is to carry a dog in your arms and coo at them until you’re permanently speaking in a baby voice. 

Alas, the woes of international studying only grows ever the heavier and everyday you spend away from them is another day your mental stability wears down. 

And with your morning tutorial done and another two hours to kill before your next, here you sit in a sparse field, with a cold bottle of tea and a brain leaking from your ears. In the distance, you can hear conversations of piles and plenty, from the group sitting on a blanket in the field, from the couple walking past you and the ten million friend groups loudly laughing all around you surround-sound style. 

You want to pet a dog so bad, half your problems could be solved right now if you could just pet a dog and kiss it. 

But for some god knows reason, the only non-academic reason people are here right now is to get their overly energetic children to run around a little bit. Which isn’t an exaggeration, you just saw a father run after his very, very small child across the field. 

Walk your dogs in WU people! It's big! It's kinda nice to look at! It's pretty convenient to get to! 

Taking a swig of your tea as if it can magically turn into alcohol upon will, you remove your glasses and squeeze your eyes shut, desperately praying the pain in your eyeballs is from staring at a screen for too long and not anything else. 

Your hands reach for your bag, digging through its contents to look for your earbuds, and when you feel a soft surface, you pull it out to remove them from the handmade case. All your playlists in your music app are too depressing for this, absentmindedly, all you can do is tap on a familiar golden icon as an upbeat piano fills your ears. 

Seriously, your life can’t be this sad right? Your feed is just filled with people going out partying or hanging out in some bougie ass cafe, and you’re here on a Saturday night doing notes for your next lecture. Even now, you’re just kind of… existing. 

As you shift between glancing at the people passing you by and your phone, trying to look a little less sad with your lack of social life, your eyes spot a certain something you hadn’t been expecting, much less on such a sunny weekday. 

In the distance, meandering in the soft grass and rays of sun, is a large, fluffy dog. Maybe you’re going blind, or maybe it really just has that much fur, but you can’t quite see any collar on its neck, nor do you see a panicking owner chasing after it. Well, it does take the occasional glance at some bench with some guy so you guess that he’s letting his dog run around for a little bit. 

It's really fluffy, just looking at it makes you want to pick it up and run off, you can already imagine what it would be like to stick your face into it. 

A samoyed, you think, you’ve never seen one in real life before. 

As you’re mentally beaming ‘pst pst pst’ towards it in an attempt to get it to come closer, it looks up to meet your gaze with those beady dark eyes and starts to bound over. The sheer and sudden sense of fear that fills you is indescribable, once more snapping your focus back to who you’re praying is the owner only to find zero goddamn reaction! Buddy! Your dog is fucking running away! 

And yet all you can do is watch in abject horror as this living cloud runs all the way up to your feet, obediently sitting in front of you as it pants and cocks its head. Ahh, but when it looks at you like that, so smiley and happy and innocent…

Well, you can’t say you didn’t try. If this is heaven's response for your horrid hand, then you’ll take it, happily if you may add. 

Bringing a hand to its head, you tentatively give it a rub. It's so soft, oh it's so soft you can’t even believe it's possible for a dog to be so soft. 

“Hiii, did you smell something?” Your voice pitches higher instinctively, almost cartoonishly so. 

The dog leans into your touch, pressing its nose into your wrist and sniffing along the length of your arm. As it does so, you notice how hard its tail is wagging, like it's about to take off from sheer excitement. Still no collar, maybe its owner are those people who don’t believe in collars?

“Little boy– are you a boy?” Your eyes crinkle as you coo, hand migrating to its soft body to stroke along a patch.

For a moment, it—he— stops his greeting to cock his head once more, then nods. It's a quick motion but you’ll take it for an answer, especially since you don’t think it’d be very polite to check the other way. 

A hum of surprise leaves your lips, “So smart!”

His tail wags harder, and that smiley expression greets you back ten times brighter than before. Too bright! Too bright! 

He lifts a paw onto your lap, as if asking for permission to climb up, and though the rational part of your brain says that letting a stranger’s dog climb all over you isn’t a good idea, that part shrinks in the face of such a good boy. So you let him, watching as this living cloud climbs up onto the bench to lay on your lap. Cautiously, he rests his head on your thigh and stares at you, body going entirely limp. 

Bad idea sure, the weather is like living in the ass crack of hell but dog. There’s a dog on your lap and he is looking at you with those kind, innocent eyes and you swear to yourself that you could have a heat stroke right this very moment and you would still let him lay on top of you. 

You place your hand on his head again, thumb finding the dip between his brows to stroke, “You’re so smart you know?” His tail is wagging again, lightly tapping against your bag as he closes his eyes. To call once more, the thought doesn’t even have the time to register before it falls from your lips once more, “Little boy.”

As your music plays in your ears and the soft breathing of your new companion hums in the background, something in your chest tightens. It's an odd feeling, one that you’re certain predates something but you just can’t place your finger on it. Nevertheless, you ignore it and continue petting him, he’s such a good boy, it’d be a shame to stop.

Something drips into the mass of snow white fur, then another. Instinctually, you look up to check for a passing bird but find nothing, and no rain falls onto your skin. Warmth streams down your face and when you reach for, embarrassingly, all you find is your own tears. 

Crying? Seriously? Crying just because a dog came up to you and wanted to be with you? 

Removing your glasses once more, you futilely wipe away your salty grief with your free hand, and when that doesn’t work (of course it doesn’t, you’ve never been a particularly clean crier), you settle for both of your hands. 

He notices, perhaps far earlier than you realised because you now find said fluffy cloud removing himself from your lap, sitting upright to nose at your hands and face with a curiosity only animals can really pull off. 

“Sorry,” Your voice cracks, sniffling your snot as you let him push past your hands, a smile already pulling at your lips upon his insistence. Absolutely helpless in the face of such urging, you put your hands down only for him to start licking at your jaw, that familiar dog smell filling your senses. Another stray tear squeezes past, trailing down your cheeks to exactly where he’s licking, inadvertently lapping it up. Moving your head away, you laugh when he only whines at your moving away, “It’s dirty!” 

With that, you take the chance to glance at your watch, noting the long hand dangerously close to 1’o o'clock. You were born to pet dogs and be silly, not stare at data sheets and nonsense equations. And yet, the allure of money is far too tempting to resist so you must. 

Softly, you place a hand on his head once more, giving him one last pet before sighing, “I need to go to my class.”

The saying puppy-dog eyes never really made sense to you, despite owning two dogs, but the look this one gives you, the sheer urging and aggrieved pleading, it’s too much. He even whines a little bit, makes that sad ‘woo’ noise and presses against you in all its fluffy glory. 

“I know, I know but I have to go.”

Loosely wrapping an arm around him, you press a chaste kiss to his forehead, an act that seems to appease him as the heart-tugging mewling stops almost instantly, wide eyes staring at you as his tail starts to wag rapidly again. Your dad would say he’s ready to take off with how fast he’s wagging it. 

As you heft your bag back onto your shoulders, you smile, “Be good, okay? Your owner must be so worried with you gone so long.”

As if he could understand you, he nods, another quick act you’ll take as an answer. There’s an expectant glimmer in his eyes, the way he cocks his head and blinks those beady dark eyes. You can tell what he wants, you already knew the moment he sat himself upright on the bench.

Helplessly, all you can do is laugh, feel the corner of your eyes crinkle as you coo, “Good boy.”

At that, this bundle of energetic joy smiles. Head-empty and blissfully living in the present, he smiles with such joy that you can’t help the one that stays on your lips. 

Yeah, you were right. Half your problems really can be solved by petting a dog. 

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Sin City !NSFW!

Maya Mason x fem!Reader

Word count: 8,912

Content warning(s): MDNI; Las Vegas, extensive drug and alcohol use (old school Hollywood party!!!!), exhibitionism and voyeurism (nothing public), drunk/high sex, Maya and reader smoke a joint while fucking on top of a bed of money, eye contact, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

Summary: Maya "I'm a dog person" Mason finally gets the cat she's always wanted. They're inseparable, and she even insists on taking him to Las Vegas for CinemaCon.

A/N: I'd like to thank the baddies of the Keeping Up with the Lesbihahns server for helping out with this oneshot! I love you guys sm!!! And also, spread the word. Maya's middle name is Magdalene. It's canon now. No other name will be accepted per @sweetmidnights decision. Also I just hit 700 followers?? So thank you so much for all of your love and support!!

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“Are you serious?”

Maya stands in front of you with a proud look on her face. “Yeah.”

“Gucci?” you ask, arms crossed. In Maya’s arms is a kitten. He’s fluffy and orange, and his ears end in sharp points and tufts of fur. And, even more obvious, he’s the size of a chihuahua. “He’s a maine coon, Maya. Do you know how big he’s gonna get? How old is he?”

“Um–Four months, I think.”

You open your mouth and pause. “Wait–Gucci? You named him…Gucci…Maine? Like Gucci Mane?” You can’t help but try not to laugh as she cracks a grin. It’s exactly something she would do.

“Pretty great, huh?” she smirks, hand running across his fluffy belly.

You scoff, giggling as you kiss her on the cheek. “It’s pretty stupid.”

As you go into the kitchen to start on dinner, she calls after you, “Stupidly awesome!”

Maya dotes on the cat–what feels like–more than you. A few days later, when you wake up Saturday morning to Maya’s side of the bed cold, you know exactly why. And when you get downstairs, she’s at the kitchen table with the cat in front of her. He sits politely on top as she adjusts a collar around his neck.

“There we go!” she chirps, sounding like she’s talking to a baby. “You look so handsome!”

You come up behind her and place a kiss on her head. “Good mor–Is that a Gucci collar?”

You stand beside her, looking at the cat as he flicks his tail innocently. Maya runs her hands through his fur and he starts purring. “Yeah,” she says. “It was almost five hundred dollars.”

Your head whips toward her. “Five hundred dollars?” you repeat, jaw dropping. “Maya Magdalene Mason!”

“What?” she cries. “Gucci Mason deserves the best!”

Your hands are now on your hips as you look down at her. “You have spent over three thousand dollars this week alone! And a three hundred dollar,  monthly cat food subscription?” When your eyes glance to the side they land on the diamond-studded leash and harness. “Is that–are those diamonds?”

“I’m leash training him,” Maya shrugs, and you huff, rolling your eyes. She stands up slowly, wearing that smirk she always does when you’re annoyed at her. As you purse your lips and avoid eye contact, her hands run up and down your arms.

“You left me by myself in bed this morning,” you huff. You finally make eye contact and your voice is whiny. “I woke up very horny, and you weren’t even there.”

 “I’m sorry, baby,” she says, voice lowering to the tone that always gets you going. 

“You’ve never gotten me a Gucci necklace,” you mutter, looking off to the side and pouting.

Maya scrunches her brows. “Sweetheart, the last time we were at a Gucci store, you said all of their necklaces were ugly. Besides,” she shrugs, pulling you in closer, “you’re not Gucci. You’re Prada. You’re Chanel. You’re Dolce & Gabbana. You’re classy and romantic, and your side of the closet is filled with a whole rainbow of colors.” 

She looks at you pointedly, her voice soft. “And I know you. And if I got you a Gucci necklace, you wouldn’t wear it.”

You scoff. “I would wear it, because I'd be grateful.”

“Maybe,” Maya says, “but you wouldn’t like it. And that’s why all of the jewelry I get you is Swarovski and Tiffany and Van Cleef–because I know those are the ones that always have exactly what you want.” 

Still pouting, you look over at the cat who’s now laying down on the table. “It is a cute collar on him,” you mumble, not making eye contact. “Fine. You’re right. I wouldn’t wear a Gucci necklace.”

Maya’s hand goes under your chin and forces you to look at her. Her face is free of makeup–something that only you’re privy to. You can see the lines under her eyes and the crows feet in the corner, all of the subtle marks that would be covered by layers of makeup are exposed–and beautiful. 

“That’s right,” she mumbles. “Now, go upstairs, take off your clothes, and get back into bed.” She places a soft kiss on your lips. “I’ll be up shortly.”

__________

“Is that a fucking cat?” 

Heads turn, and Sal’s voice is loud above you in the hall as you and Maya climb the stairs–with Gucci in front of you in his diamond-studded harness and leash. You hold a tote bag of a duplicate of cat supplies for Maya’s office.

Maya, pleases her sunglasses on her head and grins up at him.”Damn right it is!”

“You can’t have a fucking cat here, Maya!” Sal shouts as the two of you finally get to the landing that overlooks the whole lobby.

 “Is that a cat?” Quinn comes out of her office with a bright smile on her face. She leans down and scratches him on his head as he purrs. “Oh my gosh, you are the cutest thing ever!”

Maya looks at Sal smugly, and then, behind Sal, comes Matt. “Is that a cat?” His eyes are bright with childlike wonder as he sips his coffee. “That is the cutest thing ever! I love Maine coons.”

Sal looks at him in outrage. “You’re seriously gonna fuckin’ let her have a cat in the office?”

“Why not?” Matt shrugs. “I mean, Tyler sometimes brings his dog in.”

“Um, allergies?” Sal points out. “And their piss stinks up the whole place! They scratch everything!”

“If you hate cats, you can just say it, Sal,” you grin, taking a drink of your latte.

When he looks at you, his eyes drop to the tote bag in your hand. “Are those fucking cat supplies?” 

“Yeah,” Maya shrugs. “Gucci needs his home-away-from-home. He gets lonely when we’re away.”

“His name is Gucci?” Sal says, a disgusted look on his face. “That is the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard.”

“Hey! Don’t insult my son!” Maya snaps, then turns to you, completely calm. “Come on, babe, let’s go set this shit up in my office.”

“Oh, Maya,” Matt calls, “there’s a huge package waiting for you in your office!”

Maya turns her head, “Thank you! That’s the cat tree I ordered.”

The bathroom in Maya’s office is now home to Gucci’s litter box. A drawer in her desk is solely for his food and toys now. In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind her desk, you both are sitting on the floor setting up the cat tree.

While Gucci runs around the office with his toys, Maya huffs, reading the directions.”What the fuck is this shit?”

She keeps trying to fit pieces together that clearly don’t fit. “Sweetheart,” you say, “those don’t go together.”

“Yes, they do!” she snaps. 

You take the pieces of the cat tree from her hands carefully. “No, they don’t,” you say softly. “Go over to the espresso machine and make yourself a latte. Calm down and then you can help again.”

By the time the cat tree is done it’s almost 11am. Gucci is already climbing it, ears going back as he chirps at the birds flying by. 

And you–you’re pressed against Maya’s desk as she places soft kisses on your lips and neck. The blinds are drawn over the door and windows and she groans. “I can’t lie, it was really hot watching you build that cat tree.”

As her lips skim over your neck as you giggle. “I–”

There’s a knock on the door, and before either of you can answer the door opens.

“Oh, Jesus fuck!” Sal groans, and she pulls away quickly. “Again?”

“Maybe you should wait after knocking!” Maya snaps. “What the fuck do you want?”

Sal opens his mouth to speak but stops suddenly. When he looks down, Gucci is purring and pawing at his leg. “Ew! Ew! Ew!” He redirects to maya and says quickly, “I’m just reminding you that there’s ten minutes until the meeting about CinemaCon.”

__________

In the conference room, Gucci sits in his bed on the table. No one seems to mind–except Sal, who glares at him. 

Maya sits beside you, her arm draped over the back of your chair. Matt walks over, to you both, leaning against the table. “I thought you were a dog person,” he says to Maya. 

Maya takes a sip from her water bottle. “It is a dog,” she says. “It’s just weirdly shaped.”

“Right…” Matt reaches his hand out for Gucci to sniff, and when he does, he immediately hisses at him. 

When Matt jumps back, Maya starts laughing. Patty sits beside Maya at the head of the table, sipping at her coffee as she grins. “Aw, Matty’s sad that the cat doesn’t like him.”

“I don’t need a cat to like me,” Matt scoffs, but there’s a hint of hurt in his voice. He clears his throat and closes the doors. “Alright! CinemaCon! This weekend we’ll be flying out to vegas.” Everyone cheers as he looks through the itinerary. “Maya, you’re the organizer, so you two will be flying out Friday night instead of Sunday afternoon with us.”

“Wait, why does she get to go earlier?” Sal asks, pointing at you.

“Because she’s better than you,” Maya says mockingly. She then shrugs, “I also can’t go a day without my hands on her.”

“Figures,” Patty mutters into her mug.

Matt looks at the itinerary, confused and looks up at Maya. “Um…Maya, it says there’s a third passenger with the two of you.”

“Yeah, it’s Gucci,” she says. “I knew Continental wouldn’t pay for a cat on the plane, so I paid for him myself.”

The room is quiet as Gucci stretches on the table.

“You paid a thousand dollars for an extra spot on the private jet…for a fucking cat?” Sal spits. “We’re going to vegas.”

“He gets lonely,” Maya snaps back.

“Oh, is he gonna drink with us? Snort some coke?” Sal asks, his voice starting to rise. “Is he gonna play roulette and blackjack? Maybe try out a couple of slot machines?”

Maya stands up, leaning forward on the table. “Oh, don’t be fucking ridiculous!”

As the two of them argue, Gucci hops out of his bed and trots over to Sal. And when he hops into his lap, Sal freaks out. “Get him off! Get him the fuck off of me, now!”

As Patty stands up to retrieve the cat, Maya shouts at him. “Oh, don’t be such a fuckin’ pussy! Accept his affection! He’s probably the only living thing that’ll show you it!”

Patty walks over with Gucci and hands him to Maya. “Alright, let’s calm down–both of you. Sal, it’s final. The cat’s…” She closes her eyes and sighs, like she’s contemplating even saying the words. “...Coming to Vegas with us.”

__________

“Is Gucci wearing a sweater?” you ask, setting your stuff down in the seat beside yours. You look through the mesh of his carrier and settle yourself into the private jet.

“Yeah,” Maya says. “It gets cold on planes.”

While the marketing team ruled over by Maya is getting their bearings together, she takes Gucci out of his carrier. He sits in the seat beside her, purring as she runs her fingers through his fur and feeds him a treat. When she looks up, Tyler is clearly trying to take a seat with you.

“Can I help you?” Maya asks.

Tyler gestures to the seat. “Can I sit here?”

Maya looks at the cat and then back at Tyler. “It’s occupied.”

“Here, Tyler,” you sigh, smiling as you take your personal items and set them under the table in front of you. “You can sit here.”

The hour and a half flight to Las Vegas is uneventful. Maya and Tyler mostly over the schedule for CinemaCon, while the other marketing staff drink and celebrate Maya letting them go this year. As the plane is landing and Maya packs up her work, she gets the attention of her staff.

“Alright, bitches!” she calls out. “The only reason you’re here is because you slayed on those Kool-Aid ads.” She’s met with cheering and she continues. 

“I don’t usually do this, but I want to call out some people who exceeded my expectations this past year–Micha, that poster for The Silver Lake was fire. Alisha, you have been cooking with those Blackwing trailers. And Danielle and Sarah, thank you for making that shitty–” Maya chuckles to herself and looks over at you  “–diarrhea apocalypse movie somewhat marketable.”

The door to the tarmac is opening and she stands up, looking at them sternly. “Now, I know we’re in Vegas. We’re all excited. But do not embarrass me. And more importantly, do not embarrass Continental Studios.” 

The marketing team looks at Maya like school children in a lesson. She stares at them all, her eyes narrowing and her lips pursed. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Do not post any pictures to your social media that show you doing drugs–and I know damn well you’re all gonna do at least one kind–and, yes, alcohol counts.”

“I know, I know,” she says. “You wanna show your old high school bullies that you’re cooler than them. You wanna post a cute little selfie backstage with your cute little headset on? Sure, fine, go ahead. But if you are at a party, if you are in a casino, if you are drinking, doing drugs, don’t post any of it.”

Maya claps in between each word, “Do-not-post-any-vegas-pictures-online! Period?” When she only receives nods and ‘mhm’s, she huffs. “Period?” When she gets a somewhat enthusiastic response, she rolls her eyes. “We’re meeting tomorrow morning at eleven, in the auditorium. I don’t care how hungover you are. Do not be late…Alright, get the fuck outa here.”

__________

Saturday morning and afternoon are filled with run-throughs of the CinemaCon presentation. You sit in the auditorium with your latte while Gucci sits in your lap and you scroll on your phone. Every now and then, you’ll get a bit of Maya’s shouting.

“Are you high right now?”

“If I wanted it to look like that, I’d get my cat to do it!”

“Fuck! The one time I let interns and junior marketing come to CinemaCon! The one time!”

By the time evening rolls around, Maya is done with everything. She stands in front of the rest of marketing, Gucci in her arms as she pets him with a scowl. “We have one last run-through tomorrow,” she says, her voice low and deadly. “The rest of the Continental executives will be here tomorrow night for the presentation on Monday morning. Do not embarrass me.”

Maya joins you without another word to them and as you’re leaving, you can hear Tyler say, “Y'all can go now.”

The interns and junior marketing staff scramble off in their own directions and you can see Maya smirking. She sets the cat down when you’re outside of the auditorium, holding on tight to the leash as her arm goes around your waist.

Gucci is a hit with the hotel staff. He’s friendly and social, and he’s been passed around the concierge desk multiple times. And the entire time, Maya always wears a smug and proud smile. 

__________

“Oh, yeah! Come to Mama!” 

Maya’s hit her third win in roulette tonight–and you’ve been in her lap this whole time.

“You’re sitting in a chair?” she had asked as you were pulling a chair out at the roulette table.

You paused, “Um…yeah?”

“Is my lap not good enough for you?” 

And how could you say no?

You couldn’t. Not when you see those gold hoops hanging from her ears. Not when you see her hair straightened, tucked behind her ear. Not when her eyes are dark and smokey. And not when she wears that smirk and raises her eyebrows at you.

So, now, you’re in her lap as she collects the thousands of dollars worth of chips she just won. Her hands snake around your waist as you lean into her hold, and you can feel her lips press to your bare shoulder.

“You’re my little good luck charm tonight,” she murmurs against you.

 You lean back slightly, your voice quiet in her ear. “Play your cards right, and you might win a little something extra when we get back to our room.”

Your head is clouded by lust and the numerous drinks you’ve consumed tonight. Maya, who’s just as drunk as you, unlocks the door to your suite and stumbles in as you both laugh.

Both of your makeup is smudged from the elevator ride up. Maya immediately stumbles over to the cat and puts him in the suite attached to yours. When the door is shut she opens her tote filled with the cash she won in roulette…and then dumps it on the Alaskan King bed.

Bills fly in all different directions and Maya opens the bedside drawer. When she closes it, in between her fingers is a joint. She lights it, tosses the lighter onto the stand, and walks slowly toward you.

Her hips sway and Maya backs you against the wall. She presses a kiss to your lips and then puts the joint to your mouth. As you take a drag from it, she looks at your lips and then back up to your eyes. “I wanna fuck you on my pile of money,” she breathes.

You blow the puff of smoke into her face and grin as you hand the joint back to her. “Is that why you asked for mostly smaller bills?”

Maya shrugs. “Partially.” She takes another puff of the joint and smirks at you. “I was also thinking we could go to a strip club while we’re here.”

“A strip club?” You laugh as she holds the joint in her mouth and drags you toward the bed. She pushes you down on the bed, the pile of cash crinkling under your weight,

“We’re here until the 12th, hon,” Maya smirks lazily, joint in between her fingers as she blows smoke into your face. She kisses you before handing it over, and straddles your hips. “Our presentation is the first one. And then we have the rest of the time to ourselves. So why not try something new? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”

After handing the joint back to her, you scoot back until you’re on the pillows, money still crumpling and wrinkling beneath you both. Your hands grab at her thighs as she puts herself right back on top of you. “You really wanna go to a strip club?” you giggle.

Maya braces her left hand above you, joint sticking out between her pointer and middle finger. She leans in close and her other hand runs over your cheeks and down your throat. “Why not? We’d be the hottest couple there and we’d tip better than anyone in the establishment. ”

“Okay, my Maya Magdalene,” you chuckle, reaching up to take the joint from her hand as she smiles. “We’ll go to a strip club if it makes you happy. But we have to wash the money first. I’m not giving those girls money we’ve fucked on.”

You both can’t help but laugh as you pass the joint back and forth while trying to remove your clothes. That, tied with being cross-faded, and it feels almost impossible. In the end, you’re both half naked on a pile of cash.

Your dresses are halfway off, shimmied down your torsos but no further.

Bras are flipped upside down after trying to pull them off instead of unclasping them.

Your pantyhose are ripped open.

And Maya still has one stiletto on.

But having one shoe on doesn’t stop her–in fact, she probably doesn’t even notice. Because right now, she’s laying on top of her casino winnings and her head is in between your legs.

Smoke fills your mouth and lungs as you take a drag from the joint. When you let it out, a loud moan follows. When you look down, her eyes bear into yours, heavy and bloodshot.

Your skin prickles as Maya’s hands run over your thighs, chest heaving as the pleasure builds and builds. You’re trembling, shaking beneath her. She moans into your pussy and your back arches. 

Maya’s fingers remain inside you, curling as she sits up and hovers over you. She takes the joint from your fingers and has the final puff of it before it’s burnt out. After tossing it onto the night stand, she leans down and kisses you hard.

Your hands tangle in her hair through the mess of tongue and teeth and spit. Whimpers and moans spill from your lips uncontrollably as her lips brush over your cheek and down to your ear.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” she whispers, breath warm and sending a chill through you.

“Yes!” you whine, hips grinding into her hand. “Please–fuck–I wanna cum!” Your voice is strained as you plead into her mouth. “I wanna cum, I wanna cum–please, Maya!”

Maya’s thoroughly enjoying your whining and begging. She smiles as her tongue grazes yours and her hand pins yours above your head. “I fucking love it when you beg for me…do it again.”

Your head drops back in frustration. “God fucking dammit!” you seeth. “Fuck, Maya! Please!” You’re almost screaming at her now, and tears have started trickling down your temples. “Fuck, I wanna cum! I wanna cum–please, please, please!”

Her lips slam into yours. “Cum for me, baby,” she breathes, barely pulling away as you sob into her mouth. “That’s my good girl!”

Your chest heaves and you feel dizzy as you come down. Maya holds you and presses soft kisses all over your face. “So good for me.” She kisses your lips lightly. “I’m so proud of you.”

__________

You wake up in Maya’s arms, completely naked after somehow managing to remove your clothes. When you roll onto your back your eyes crack open against the morning sun and you stretch.

There’s a crinkling sound of paper.

You sit up on your elbows as Maya stirs, groaning loudly through her hangover. When your eyes adjust, still heavy with sleep, you realize what you’re lying in.

“Maya?”

“What?” she groans, laying on her stomach with her face buried in her pillow.

“Did we sleep on a pile of money?”

Maya pushes herself up slightly. There’s leftover makeup and dark shadows under her eyes. She squints as she looks around at the money, “What the fuck?”

The both of you just barely make it on time to the final day of run-throughs for CinemaCon. All of Maya’s staff is waiting, some in sunglasses clinging to their water bottles religiously, and some barely able to keep their eyes open. 

You walk beside Maya, Gucci walking in front of you on the leash you hold tightly. She groans when she sees her staff, “I can’t believe I have another fuckin’ day of this shit.”

“One more day, honey,” you say, hand running over her back. “One more day.”

__________

Later that night, the rest of the executives arrive. By now, your hangovers are more or less gone, and Maya’s almost completely lost her patience with her staff.

A final run-through of the presentation finishes by ten and soon the six of you (seven with Gucci) are filing into the lobby of the hotel. As you pile into the elevator, Sal backs himself into the far left corner in an attempt to get as far from Gucci as possible.

When the doors open to the floor with all of your suites, Matt leads. “Alright, everyone, old school Hollywood party starts at midnight! Dave Franco will be there, and that motherfucker knows how to party.”

__________

70’s and 80’s pop plays from a bluetooth speaker.

“That’s a lot of hair clips,” you gawk.

Maya gives you a turn, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I know, it’s fire right? Look at this Kool-Aid one. I had it custom made.”

You sit on the edge of the bed with Gucci asleep beside you as Maya shows off her outfit. When she walks over, she leans in close, bracing her hands on your knees. “By the way, I’m quite enjoying what you’re wearing tonight.”

She bites her lip and her eyes drift down to your chest where the low cut neckline of your dress exposes your cleavage. “If we didn’t have a party to go to, I’d probably take you right here, right now.”

__________

“Oh, good, she didn’t bring the cat!”

Maya glares at Sal, lit joint in one hand, drink in the other. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Sal.”

The party is in full swing by 12:30am. Loud music blares from the speakers, the sound of martini shakers cut through at the bar, and Dave Franco is high on everything available to him in the room.

Patty, who’s the only sober one there, looks disgusted–or that’s just her face. Either way she’s the designated trip-sitter and she’s just barely tolerating it. 

Over at the snack table, there’s a vast array of choices. Fruity candies, finger foods, and a platter of chocolates. You and Maya stand there with drinks–and Maya with a burn out joint still in between her fingers.

“I mean, it all looks so good,” Maya breathes.

You pick up one of the chocolates and inspect it. There’s a light dusting of what looks like raspberry powder, another chocolate that looks like caramel in the middle, and another that looks like it has a peppermint swirl. 

You take a decent sized bite of it, chewing it carefully. It melts in your mouth just like any chocolate would, but there’s something weird about it. You hand it over to Maya. “Does this chocolate taste weird to you?”

She takes a bite and thinks hard “I don’t think so…It has kind of an earthy flavor.”

“Maybe, that’s just like…the aftertaste of the weed,” you shrug.

“That might be it,” Maya says, and puts the rest of the chocolate in her mouth. “But this tastes more like…dirt.” And despite the chocolate tasting faintly of dirt, she puts the rest of it in her mouth.

“You just ate my fucking chocolate! What the hell?”

“Just get another one,” Maya scoffs.”There’s plenty to go around, babe.”

She takes another one and eats it in one bite. And when she hands you one of the mint-chocolate ones, you pop it in your mouth. “This one tastes better than that one.”

By 1am, you feel completely relaxed. And by 2am, sounds have color and colors have tastes. You stand with Quinn in the hallway after she pulled you aside and started talking randomly.

“I mean, I just don’t get it,” she shrugs, and shoves a piece of chocolate in her mouth. “Why would they willingly do that? The cave could be called ‘The Devil’s Asscrack’ with a zero percent survival rate and they’ll still dive in, no hesitation.”

“We could totally make a movie about this,” you nod.

“We could!” Quinn’s eyes light up. “We could get Christopher Nolan to direct it! Or Kathryn Bigelow!”

And through your laughter you can feel Maya’s eyes on you. She’s across the room at the bar, teeth chewing on the straw in her drink as she stares at you with that seductive look that always makes you fold.

Maya sets her drink down and makes her way over to you. She says nothing and instead takes your hand and drags you behind her and into the bathroom.

“Maya, what are you doing, I was just tal–!” You can’t finish your sentence, because soon, you’re pushed against the wall and her lips are on yours.

“You’re so fucking hot in this tiny dress of yours,” she huffs. Her hands run over every inch of your body. “I wanna fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

“In this bathroom?” you ask, smirking into her mouth and grabbing at her ass. 

Maya grimaces. “Fuck no, this bathroom hasn’t been cleaned in days, and every inch of this room is probably covered in cocaine dust. Let’s go back to our suite.”

She takes your hand before you can protest and as soon as you leave the bathroom, you’re stopped.

“Oh, thank god!”

Matt is out of breath with Sal and Quinn following behind them.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

He’s rushing past you both, “I’m fine!”

“You look like you’re gonna throw up!” Maya calls, following him with you. “Are you gonna throw up?”

“No!” Matt cries, and there’s sweat spilling down his face. “I’m fine! I just haven’t taken shrooms in a long time! I’m just high, I think!”

All five of you pile through the door of a bedroom.

“Aw, is baby having a bad trip?” Maya pouts, mocking him endlessly. 

She falls onto the bed and you follow, laying beside her giggling. “The poor thing.”

Sal and Quinn stand there watching, both of them out of breath too.

“Honey, we’re all high as fuck,” Maya says. “You just gotta…you just gotta roll with it, bitch.”

Your head is on Maya’s stomach now as her hands rest over your face. Her fingers mindlessly trace over all of your features as you laugh at the feeling.

“You’re hiding something!” Sal says, pointing at him.

“No, I’m not!” Matt cries.

“Yes, you are! I can see it,” Sal insists, aggressively pointing now.” Right there! I can see it in your eyes! What are you hiding?”

Matt clutches his hair and groans, looking like he’s about to vomit. “I’m not hiding anything!”

Quinn stands next to him, hand on his back as she comforts him. “You gotta release the wave, you’ll feel so much better! Just release! Let it go!”

“Don’t do it on the carpet!” Maya shouts. “It’s beige!”

She sits up slightly and takes her coat off. And when she lays back down, she repositions your head in her lap. 

“Okay,” Matt says, panting as he speaks, “the reason Griffin is getting so fucked up is…they’re trying to sell Continental to Amazon.”

Maya cackles as she holds your face. “Wait, are you fucking kidding me?”

“I just got my job back a month ago!” you laugh.

“I know!” Matt cries.

“I went to the fuckin’ airport to get you back,” Maya cackles, out of breath from how hard the both of you are laughing. 

“How could you not tell me?” Sal shouts. “Bro, bro bro!”

“I’m sorry!” Matt whimpers. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Quinn starts sobbing.”I finally get a fucking movie green-lit and they scrap the fucking studio! Come on!”

“Don’t worry, hon!” Maya laughs. “You’ll have more time for your fanfiction now!”

Matt turns in circles, looking at all of you and trying to calm down the storm he just made–you and Maya are laughing like idiots, Sal’s enraged, and now Quinn is sobbing as she shoves more chocolate in her mouth.

“They’re not scrapping the studio!” Matt shouts. “Look, everything is gonna be fine, because tomorrow at CinemaCon, we are gonna give the presentation of our lives. That’s why I didn’t tell you guys anything!” He starts to talk rapidly, panting through each word. “If this presentation goes off without a hitch, they can’t sell us! Don’t you see? They can’t!”

Maya groans loudly and you giggle as you feel the vibrations in her. “No! Our presentation is not gonna go off well! Our CEO is fucked up, dude!”

“The presentation is in, what, like seven hours?” you huff.

Sal grabs Matt by the shoulders. “You need to go tell Griffin that he needs to go to bed for a few hours!”

Matt turns to Quinn in a panic. “Will you do it for me?”

“Suck it the fuck up, boss boy!” Quinn shouts, and you and Maya howl with laughter. Quinn gasps, “I am so sorry! Tha came out so mean! I had a really strong microdose!”

Matt turns to the two of you and doesn’t say anything. You look up at him and giggle. “Don’t ask us to do your dirty work for you! Maya Magdalene and I aren’t gonna do shit!”

Maya’s hand clasps over your mouth and you laugh. “I told you not to tell them!”

“Your middle name is Magdalene?” Sal laughs.

“No!” Maya shouts. “It’s not!”

You giggle and take her hand away from your mouth, placing a tiny kiss on her palm. “Isn’t it cute?”

Maya groans loudly. “Fuck!”

“Okay!” Matt huffs. “I’ll handle this! But not a word to anybody! This stays in our cone of silence!”

“The five of us and Patty,” Sal nods.

“No!” Matt says quickly. “Do not tell Patty! She’s doing so well. She’s flying high, she’s back on her feet, and I don’t wanna bring her down.” His demeanor changes quickly, puffing out his chest and acting tough. “We got this. We can fix this!”

You and Maya sit up and stagger off the bed as Matt leaves the room.

“Should we follow him?” Sal asks.

Matt pokes his head back in. “Follow me!”

You and Maya trail behind Sal and Quinn and when they’re further down the hall and out of sight, you push Maya in the wall.

“I’m so fucking horny right now,” you huff into her mouth, tongue brushing hers.

“Fuck,” she sighs, kissing you hard. When she pulls away she looks down the corridor to make sure the coast is clear. “Alright, let’s go back to our room. They’ll be preoccupied for a couple hours.”

You drag her behind you as you both laugh, leaving the penthouse suite to find your own. When you’re in the room, the freezing air conditioning sends a chill through you and she grins..

“I’m gonna go put the cat in the bathroom,” she huffs. “Take off your clothes.”

When Maya returns from the bathroom, her ponytail extension and hair accessories are gone. On top of the unmade bed, you sit against the headboard in the lingerie she specifically requested you wear tonight. As she walks over, now only in her underwear and bra, you watch her eyes grow dark.

The kiss she presses to your lips feels a thousand times better than any other kiss she’s given you, and you feel like you could cum just from the feeling. You grab her shoulders tightly, pulling her in closer and locking your legs behind hers.

“Fuck,” you breathe against her, refusing to break away from her lips. “I am so fucking turned on right now.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Maya seethes. Her hand travels up to your throat and then to your jaw. And when she finally–painfully–breaks away, her eyes are dark with lust. “Do you wanna try something?”

You smile as you nod, completely out of breath. “Yeah.”

Maya sits back on her knees, hand still holding your jaw as she speaks softly. “I want to watch you touch yourself as you spell my name.”

“Your name?” you repeat.

She nods. “Mhm. My full name. Out loud.”

“Even your middle name?” you whine.

Maya leans in close and kisses you lightly. When she pulls away, some of the lust in her gaze has been replaced with adoration. “Especially my middle name.”

She lets go of your chin and reaches down to take off your underwear, and when she tosses them aside she opens your legs slowly. “Every time you mess up, you have to start over again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you grin.

“Good girl,” she says, and sits back just enough so that she can watch you. “Now, touch yourself.”

Maintaining eye contact with her, you snake your hand down and start running your fingers through your folds. 

“Look how wet you are already,” she breathes, leaning back on her hands. Your eyes shut when your fingers start circling your clit and she taps your ankle. “Ah, ah. Eyes open, baby. Start spelling.”

You look into her eyes, chest rising and falling quickly as you continue touching yourself. You take a deep breath before starting to spell out her name. “M-A-Y-A-M-A-G-D-A-L-E-N-E-M-A-S-O-N.”

“Good,” Maya says softly. “Again.”

You spell out her name again, just barely managing to get through it. But the combination of the alcohol and whatever drugs are in your system, quickly cloud your head. You let out a breathy moan as your fingers slip inside yourself. “M-A-Y-A-M-G–Fuck!”

Maya grins wickedly and sighs. “Start over.”

You take a deep breath, and as you start spelling out her name you notice her own hand slinking down to her panties. “...D-E-L–Uh–”

Your eyes drop to her hand as she starts touching herself. “Eyes up, honey,” she commands softly. “Look straight at me. Continue.”

In your current condition, the sensation of your fingers fucking yourself is like no other you’ve experienced. As you continue, messing up the spelling of Maya’s name repeatedly, it’s becoming harder and harder to focus.

“M-A-Y-A–oh my god–!”

“Focus. Restart.”

And then there’s Maya herself, who sits in front of you, hand in her underwear as the other holds on to your ankle for support. She doesn’t close her eyes–instead, they bear right into yours, unwavering as she moans with you.

“...M-A-G-D-A-L-E-N-E-M-A-S–um–oh fuck!”

Maya pouts condescendingly. “Poor baby…start over…”

“I wanna cum,” you breathe. “Please, I wanna cum.”

Maya lets out a quiet moan and you can see the outline of her hand as she curls her fingers. “No,” she says, and you whine. “Spell my name with no mistakes and I’ll let you cum.”

You start spelling her name, but you speed up each letter until she stops you. “Slower!” she says sternly, her own breath catching in her throat. 

You start over, eyes locked on with Maya’s and the letters coming out slower through whines. “...M-A-S-O-N.”

Your legs are trembling as you whimper. “Please, please, please…”

“Wait for me, baby,” she breathes.

You’re almost sobbing now as you grind on your own fingers, jaw tense as you hold back your impending orgasm. “Maya, please,” you cry. “I need to cum!”

“Almost there,” she says, swallowing hard and moaning. “Be a good girl. Hold it.”

“Maya! I can’t–!”

“Yes you can!”

It feels like an eternity, but when she finally utters those words it’s worth the wait.

“Cum with me, baby,” she huffs. “You can do it, be a good girl.”

Now you’re glad you got a separate room from the penthouse suite. Not once had you screamed this loud, shaking uncontrollably through your moans and tears. You curse loudly and cry out Maya’s name as her nails dig into your leg. All of your senses–the sounds of Maya moaning in front of you, the smell of sex in the air, the dim light from the lamps, the aftertaste of the joint you shared with Maya, the feel of her nails piercing your skin–throws you into a feeling of euphoria.

Maya leans forward and pulls you into a heated, filthy kiss. Her fingers dig into the base of your hairline, tugging at your hair and moaning. “I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do.”

You giggle into the kiss, completely out of breath. “We’ll have to have more spelling bees then.”

You don’t know how much time has passed. You lie in bed with Maya, head fuzzy and shapes dancing in your vision. There’s a loud knock on the door of your suite. Maya groans and pulls you in closer. There’s another knock and then a shout with familiar muffled voices following.

“Let us in!”

“I’m going in.”

“Sal, don’t go in!”

“Shut up, Quinn!”

“They’re probably fucking! Sal, no–!”

The door opens abruptly and Sal storms in. “Oh, Jesus Christ!”

“What the fuck?” Maya shouts.

“See?” Quinn says, walking in. “I told you!”

Maya glares at Sal. “What the fuck do you want?”

Before he responds Patty trapses in behind them. “Alright, Matt’s–Oh, for god’s sake!”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, hands over your face. “Get out.”

“No, we have an emergency!” Sal panics. “Put your fuckin’ clothes back on! Griffin’s missing!”

“Where the fuck did he go?” Maya cries. “The presentation is in–what time is it?”

“Almost five,” Quinn says.

“Oh, fuck me!” Maya shouts, groaning in frustration. “Okay, get out, let us get dressed.”

Through the commotion, the sound of meowing in the bathroom goes unnoticed. Patty opens the door and Gucci meows up at her. She sighs and leans down, picking him up. 

“Alright…” she says, her voice babying him. “I’m gonna put you in my room for the night because your mamas are not suitable enough to take care of you right now. Isn’t that right? Yes, it is. You are such a good kitty.”

Breathless, you and Maya run down the corridor to meet everyone at the elevator. When you get there, Matt looks confused.

“Why are you two in different clothes?” he asks.

Without hesitation, Maya says, “She threw up.”

“I threw up…” you agree. “On…both of us…”

“It doesn’t matter! They were fucking, Matt!” Sal shouts. “Now, let’s go!”

Maya holds her hand out. “Wait! No, no! What the fuck is happening?”

It’s quiet now, and everyone looks at Matt. 

“Um…” He hesitates. “The chocolates that I put out were not…microdoses.”

You and Maya look at each other. “Excuse me?”

“The shroom chocolates,” Matt clarifies, looking at you awkwardly. “They’re seven grams each.”

Maya’s jaw drops. “Is that why I’m so fucking high?” she screams. “You drugged us? I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

“Zoë Kravitz had three,” Matt mutters.

Your jaw drops.

“Griffin had seven,” Matt says.

“Oh my god, Matt!” you shout. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“A man in his sixties should not have that much in his system!” Maya cries out.

“He’s eighty-two!” Sal and Quinn say simultaneously.

It just keeps getting worse.

“Are you trying to kill him, Matt?” Maya asks, stepping closer so she’s now in his face. “His heart’s gonna explode.”

“It’s not gonna explode,” Matt trembles.

“Yes it is,” Maya insists. “His heart’s gonna explode, and you’re gonna be a murderer. Murder! You’re gonna be a murderer–!”

You pull her back quickly. “Okay, none of this is making progress!” You look around.”Where’s Patty?”

Quinn pipes up, “She took Gucci to her room.”

“Okay, I guess I give her permission to do that,” Maya shrugs.

Patty rounds the corner then and sighs. “Oh good, you two are here. Did they catch you up?”

The six of you pile into the elevator. It’s cramped and hot, and when Quinn sees a trail of the queso Griffin left on the wall, she drags her finger through it and puts it in her mouth. She grimaces at the taste and Maya looks at her in awe.

“Why would you put that in your mouth?” she asks.

Quinn whimpers. “I don’t know.”

By the time you find Griffin, the sun has already risen. Quinn, Sal, and Matt carry his almost lifeless upright through the hotel lobby. 

“Okay,” Maya huffs. “We’re gonna go to his room and we’re gonna get his bag—”

“No!” Sal snaps. “You two are just gonna end up fucking again!”

“No we’re not!” you cry, and then your voice evens out. “We’re gonna wait until tonight. Come on, Maya.”

At the height of your high now, the colors of the casino are practically throwing themselves at you. Both of you are out of breath from simply walking, and the second those elevator doors close, Maya’s launching herself at you

“I wanna take you back to our suite again so fucking badly,” she says, lips skimming down your neck and sucking bruises into the skin.

“No,” you breathe, back arching at the feeling of her teeth on your neck. “I do not want to prove him right!”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Maya groans. “That insufferable fucking asshole.”

Maya grimaces as you look through Griffin’s room. “Ew! Nobody should ever have to see their boss’s girdle. Oh, thank god. I found the bag.”

The both of you run through the penthouse suite to get to the rest of the group. When you find them, they’re hauling a limp Griffin into the bathroom. 

“I’ve got his bag!” Maya pants. 

Matt takes it from her quickly and unzips it. “We got his clothes!”

Sal peaks out of the bathroom. “Is there a turtleneck?”

“Uh—Maybe—?” Matt digs through the bag and pulls out a piece of tan clothing. “What the fuck is this? A dickey, or—here just take it!”Sal grabs it from Matt and he continues looking through the bag. “Let’s see, what else do we need…”

“Underwear!” Sal shouts desperately. 

“Yeah, I’m not sure about that,” Maya scowls. 

Matt takes out what looks like a speedo and Wuinn takes it to give to Sal. But before she hands them over, she sniffs them and gags. “Oh, god!”

“Why would you smell them?” Maya asks in an outrage. 

“It’s habit!” Quinn cries. 

The four of you dig through the bag more until Patty knocks on the door. “Sal? Are you okay in there?”

The door opens and Sal pokes his head out, sneering. “No! I’m not okay! I’m stuffing my boss’s balls into a speedo and it’s taking fucking forever because his dick is fucking huge!”

You all stop what you’re doing. 

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.”

“I knew he was hung.”

“He walks like he is.”

When Sal brings Griffin out of the bathroom, everyone cheers. You help him into the bedroom and lay him down on the couch, but nobody has a clue what to do with him. He’s half naked in a speedo and garters, and he’s wearing what looks like a waist trainer. 

“Okay, well what the fuck do we do with him now?” you ask.

Maya leans forward, trying to cover up his chest with the thin undershirt he’s wearing. “Here, let’s cover up his nipples. Cover them up.”

You watch as Matt leaves with Patty, and with no hesitation you follow them. “Where the fuck are you going?” 

“Checking on Zoë!” Matt calls back. 

When you enter, Zoë is standing on top of her nightstand. “It’s so high up!” she whines. When she sees Matt, she gasps. “Matt, is this high?”

“What is going on in here?” Matt sighs. 

The makeup artists around her look exasperated. 

“She won’t come down!” one of them complains. “She says it’s too high.”

“It’s so high up!” Zoë cries. “It’s so far away!”

By now, Matt is entirely fed up. “I don’t know what to tell you, Zoë! It’s not that high up!”

“Can you show me?” she asks. “Because this is crazy!”

Patty bends down and takes a heel off the floor, holding it up to Zoë. “Zo-Zo! Do you see this shoe?”

“Yeah…?”

“Well,” Patty chirps, “this nightstand is only four shoes high!”

Zoë looks at her and laughs. “Four shoes high? What are you even saying?”

You turn to Matt. “Yeah, alright, you can deal with this.”

You leave without letting him or Patty protest. And when you get half way down the hall, you smile as Maya rushes towards you. “What’s ha—?”

And for the hundredth time tonight, she has you pinned against the wall, mouth devouring yours.

“Maya, we need—” She kisses you again. “—to stop doing this.”

But, god, you don’t want to. 

“You’re just so fucking hot,” she breathes. “I know I’ve said it multiple times tonight, but Jesus fucking Christ, you drive me fucking crazy.”

“What the fuck!” Sal shouts, stomping down the hallway. “You two are like fucking rabbits! Stop it!”

“Stop watching!” You shout back, still pressed against the wall.

“Yeah!” Maya yells. “Perv!”

When you’re back in the bedroom, Quinn is brushing Griffin’s teeth and talking to him calmly. Panic ensues as you contemplate what to do with him. Sal perks up, gasping as he reaches into his pocket. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Cocaine!! Let’s give him cocaine! Up his nose!”

Matt scrunches his eyebrows. “Will that really work?”

“Yes!” Quinn says quickly. “It worked in the movie Flight!”

“That’s right!” Matt says. “Denzel Washington did all that cocaine and then testified in front of the FAA!”

“Are we gonna Flight his ass right into the presentation?” Maya says, hyping them up. You gather around him, Maya insisting to Quinn that she cover up his nipple. “Alright, you hold his head still, honey,” she says to you.

“Close his mouth, Matt!” Sal demands. “I need his mouth closed, otherwise he’ll blow!” And when everything is in place, he dumps the tiny vial of cocaine onto his hand and presses it to Griffin’s nose. 

“Yeah, shove it in there!” Maya cheers. 

Matt whoops. “Get it in there, baby!” 

It happens almost immediately. Griffin launches himself off of the couch in a frenzy as everyone celebrates. 

“Let’s do this!!” Griffin screams. “Yeah!!!”

There’s a flicker of hope for the first time in twelve hours, but it diminishes just as quickly. It’s pandemonium when Patty brings Zoë out. An identity crisis of mythical proportions takes over her as she screams and cries on the floor, and then Griffin drops like a fly. 

“Look alive people!” Tyler marches in, wearing a pristine designer suit and looking much cleaner than all of you. “We have a—what the fuck is going on here?”

__________

You and Maya almost didn’t make it down to the backstage. You both felt absolutely disgusting after the night you had, and Maya had the brilliant plan to shower—together. 

“To save water,” she had said. 

“If we shower together, we’ll be wasting more water than if we had showered separately,” you scoffed. 

“So is that a no?”

“Absolutely not. Take off your clothes. I’m showering with you.”

And, as always, a shower with Maya is never just a shower with Maya. 

This time, you ended up on your knees as Maya—dripping wet in more ways than one—moaned and shook above you. And then there was after the shower, where your highs were slowly tapering off while your towel was being ripped off.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” she mumbled into your mouth, lifting you up and placing you on the bathroom counter. 

As her lips returned to your neck you gasped into the feeling, “Maya, it’s almost nine. We need—fuck—we need to get ready.”

And you did get ready—after cumming once and receiving two new bruises at the base of your neck and shoulder. 

You step out of the backstage elevators Through the dark black lights, the both of you rush over to your dysfunctional team of colleagues. 

“Nice hickie,” Sal mumbles. 

You elbow him hard in his ribs. “Mind your own fucking business for once.”

Maya grins, wrapping her arm around your waist. “You’re just jealous she gets more action than you.” 

__________

It’s a miracle that you managed to pull this off. It’s a miracle that Zoë did the presentation flawlessly. It’s a miracle that Griffin is somehow still alive. 

Perhaps, after this CinemaCon, Continental Studios might just be saved. 

You’ve never seen Maya so relaxed in your life. The next four days of Las Vegas are filled with spa appointments, drinking, gambling, and sex—morning, noon, and night. Your last day is far more relaxed though, spent with the cat in the suite while pestering room service. 

You lay in bed with Maya at noon. Both of you are wrapped in plush hotel robes with nothing underneath. You flick through the TV channels lazily as Maya talks on the phone with room service, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. 

“Yeah…and can I get…oh, they come with that? Fire. Yeah, and let’s get two mimosas and can you bring a whole bottle of champagne too? Thanks. Alright, thank you.”

An hour later there’s a knock on the door from room service. Maya forces you to stay in bed, insisting that she answers the door. The cart of food and beverages are rolled in and the man at the door receives his tip. Maya hands you the mimosa she ordered you, clinking your glass and giving you a wink. 

You’re at the height of contentment like this–laying amidst a pile of pillows, legs crossed, one hand occupied with a mimosa and the other behind your head. Maya crawls back into bed beside you and you notice one of the many plates in her hand.

“What’s that you got there?” you ask, setting your glass down on the nightstand. When she opens it your eyebrows raise. “Chocolate covered strawberries? Oh, how romantic.”

There’s a glint in Maya’s eyes as she gives you a sly smile. “I know.”

She leans over you on her elbow, strawberry in between her fingers as she puts it to your lips. You take a small bit and let her have the rest , and as she chews you giggle to yourself. 

“You know, as painful of a start this trip had, it turned out pretty damn great,” you say.

Maya sets the strawberry stem aside and drapes her arm over your waist. “It got even better when Matt and Sal left.”

“It did,” you giggle. “Gambling is much more fun with Patty.”

“Because she let us bring Gucci,” Maya says. “Everyone loved seeing a cat in the casino. Sal’s just boring.”

“I bet he’d be really good at poker,” you muse.

Maya looks behind at her at Gucci, who’s fast asleep on the bed. “I dunno. I think he’d be more of a roulette guy.”

You smile and pull her in for a quick kiss. “Like mother, like son.”