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willowsnook · 23 days ago

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Done Waiting

Lando Norris x bsf!reader

She isn’t you

Hi, could I request a salami sandwich with tomato on wheat bread, please, and thank you. Request from @itsnotsophiasworld

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MF: SOS, can anyone fly to Spain to check on Lando? From what I’ve gathered, he is staying in an Airbnb by himself and very much in his head. I’m caught up in some work stuff, or else I’d make the trip myself.

Your heart sank reading Max's text to your friend group. Lando had been having a rough season and was constantly getting ripped apart in the media, no matter what he did. All you could do was make sure that he knew you were there for him and try to be around as much as possible, which was easy as you also lived in Monaco. But after the last race before summer break, none of you had heard from him.

Looking at flights, you quickly replied to the group saying that you could go. One of the many perks of working remotely was that you could pick up your computer and go anywhere, so leaving to help Lando was a no-brainer. There was a flight leaving tonight, so you purchased that and started to pack.

You wished the world could see him the way that you did. He was a caring, down-to-earth friend who would do anything for the people he loved. It was hard for anyone who knew him not to like him, and it was hard for you not to be in love with him.

It hadn’t taken you long after meeting him to fall for his charm, but he had been dating someone else then, so you settled for friendship. That was three years ago, and you’d dated guys since, but the feelings still lingered. He could make you feel like you were the only girl in the world, so it was easy to get sucked in.

Ultimately, you valued your friendship too much to ever act on it, even when you were both single. You’d been through too much together to risk losing him. You had a hunch that he felt the same way about you because of how overly affectionate he was with you compared to everyone else and that you were usually his first call. Still, his life was busy, and you understood that a girlfriend didn’t fit in that picture right now.

Landing in Spain around 10, you grabbed your luggage before jumping in a cab to the address Max had sent you. The Airbnb was a cute little beach cottage right on the ocean, and you inhaled a deep breath of salty air and instantly felt better.

The door to the house swung open, and you were greeted by what seemed to be a very irritated Lando.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Making sure you don’t do something crazy,” you replied, mirroring him with his arms.

“I want to be alone.”

“I don’t care.”

You stared at each other for a while, neither one giving in before he finally sighed and moved past you to grab your suitcase, grumbling to himself. The cottage had windows on the backside, allowing a constant view of the ocean, which you could appreciate. Lando put my luggage in the guest room before joining me as you looked at the water.

“You didn’t have to come; I’m fine,” he muttered. You looked over at him with a sad smile, reaching your hand down to grab his.

“I wanted to come.” He gave you a small smile, and you took in his exhausted state, noting just how bad it really was.

“Why don’t we get some rest? Then you’ll be ready for a full day tomorrow,” you suggested, and he looked over at you.

“I’m here to relax, y/n,” he said, and you smiled mischievously.

“It will be relaxing, I promise.”

It was not relaxing.

You dragged Lando out of bed at 7 a.m. to go on a run, and he was not happy with you, but you were just happy he came along. Jogging through the little town, you could tell that his mood was improving as he kept pace with you.

Out of breath, you were hunched over as you two had climbed to the top of a dune.

“Are you not relaxed?” Lando teased, and you gave him the finger. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Yeah, I need to log on when we get back to the place,” you wheezed, and he handed you his water bottle. “What are your plans for while I work?”

“Oh, I don’t know, scroll through social media hate, maybe watch all my old races and critique everything I did; the possibilities are endless.”

Shooting him a look, you sighed, “That would be funny if I didn’t know you’d already been doing that.”

He looked down at his feet, and you moved over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. His head found your shoulder, he breathed deeply, and you held on tighter.

“You’re going to be okay Lan,” you said, looking up at him.

“I know,” he said sadly.

Lando spent the rest of the day in the water while you worked, slipping away to get groceries for the night. He hadn’t had time to hide all the takeout bags and boxes he had been surviving on, so you figured a homecooked meal would do him well.

Having dealt with him being a picky eater for a while, you were finishing up your favorite spaghetti and meatballs recipe when he came back into the house.

“Smells great,” he commented and you smiled. “Can we eat outside?”

“You read my mind,” you replied, plating the food.

Eating on the back deck, you felt a sense of serenity as the sound of waves crashing filled your ears.

“This place is amazing; how did you find it?” You asked, turning to Lando.

“Honestly, I just opened the app and picked the first place I saw that looked secluded,” he admitted. “I just wanted to be away from everyone.”

“We are here for you to lean on Lan,” you said softly. “I’m never going to leave you.”

“I know that, but I just don’t want to disappoint you,” he confessed, and your heart sank.

“Lando Norris,” you said, forcing him to look at you. “There is nothing you could ever do to disappoint me. I am so insanely proud of everything you’ve accomplished. Please come back to Monaco with me tomorrow.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered, holding out his arms. You climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and running your fingers through his hair.

“You buy me so much shit so I have to be nice to you,” you joked and he giggled. He pulled his head back to look at you, and your breath hitched because of the lack of distance between the two of you. Shifting, you tried to move back but his grip on you tightened so you leaned down to bring your lips to his. As you were a millimeter away his phone started to ring and you rested your head briefly against his, groaning internally.

Sliding off of him you handed him his phone as it was Max calling. Hearing him tell Max he was coming home the next day made you smile, and you gathered all the dishes to clean up. He joined you a little later, and neither of you brought up the almost kiss; you wrote it off as something that happened in the heat of the moment.

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Zandvoort was a dream, and you were so glad you made the trip with your friends. The next race you were going to was Singapore and Lando had invited you, Max, and some others to hang out the week before in Portugal.

Your friend group had rented a big house, and you were ready to soak in the sun and relax after taking the week off work. Pietra and you had flown in together and met up with everyone that night at dinner.

“Hi, I’m Mary,” a girl you didn’t recognize said to you, holding out her hand. You smiled back warmly, introducing yourself.

“Mary and I met at a shoot early this year,” Pietra explained, and you nodded. You chatted with her for a while over dinner, glad to have another girl on the trip.

You were less happy the next day when you watched this girl throw herself at Lando every chance she got. Right now, you were watching as she asked Lando how to show her how to hit the ball off the tee at the golf course where you guys were.

“Ya know I went golfing with her two weeks ago, and she had a perfect swing,” Pietra muttered and you grimaced, watching Lando wrap his arms around the girl to guide her swing. It seemed like she would find a way to touch him no matter where you went. Up against him at dinner, clinging to him in the pool, leaning on him while you were watching a movie.

At this point your jealousy was flaring up and you were trying to keep your composure, especially because this girl had been nothing but nice to you. What made it worse was that Lando entertained it, accepting her advances right in front of you. Your mind replayed that almost kiss back in Spain and the way the two of you had gotten closer since that trip. It had seemed to you that something was changing in your relationship, but clearly not. The whole trip you felt like your heart was being ripped apart and you were starting to wonder if you needed to take a break from being around him until you could get over your crush.

Two nights before you were supposed to leave the group ended up at a club downtown as a pre-celebration for what you predicted would be a Lando win in Singapore. Rounds and rounds of shots were taken and you were dancing with Pietra on the dance floor trying to have a good time.

You briefly glanced back at the VIP section, and your stomach dropped. Mary was sitting on Lando’s lap, and you watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Water instantly filled your eyes, and Pietra looked concerned before following your gaze. She looked at you with such sadness that you decided then and there that you were done.

Leaving the club you walked back to the Airbnb alone. You weren’t sure if it was your drunkenness or just the emotional exhaustion of the situation but you started to get angry. Time after time, you were there for him and this is what you got back. It would be different if he had made it clear from the start that he wasn’t interested but he didn’t do that. He slept in your bed back in Monaco on nights like these, he spoiled you constantly with gifts, and you knew that he had told other drivers on the grid to back off from you, laying a claim.

God, you were so fucking over it.

You gathered all your stuff and threw it in your suitcase, calling for a cab to take you to the airport. You made it down the stairs just as Max was coming in. His face fell as he saw your bag.

"No y/n don’t go,” he pleaded, and you shook your head, already feeling tears start to fill your eyes.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore Max,” you said, voice cracking. “I have to protect my heart.”

“You know he loves you,” he said moving towards you to hold you. “Everyone knows that.”

“If that’s true, why have I watched him with her this whole weekend? Why did I just watch him sit there when she stuck her tongue down his throat right in front of me,” you yelled and Max stayed silent. “Exactly. I need some space to figure out how things can move forward between us.”

Max helped you carry your bag outside and the two of you stood silently waiting for the car. Just as it pulled up, Lando walked up to the house, alone.

“Y/N!” He called out, not seeing your suitcase yet. “Where’d you run off too? I was looking for you.”

You turned around and his eyes widened seeing your tear stained face, his gaze flickering down to your bag.

“What’s going on?” He asked hoarsely and you just shook your head turning back to get into the car before you started to sob.

“Let her go mate,” you heard Max tell him and you looked out the window to see him holding Lando back. The sight made you cry harder as the car finally drove off.

Lando’s POV

Watching the car disappear down the street, Lando turned to Max, panic and confusion colliding in his mind.

“Why is she leaving, Max? What the hell happened?”

Max let out a sigh, his eyes searching Lando’s face with a mix of frustration and pity. “Mate, she’s in love with you. And honestly, you’re in love with her too, even if you haven’t figured it out yet.”

Lando froze, the weight of Max’s words hitting him harder than he expected. He thought of all the moments he spent with you—the late-night talks, the shared laughter, the comforting silence. He thought about how he’d let Mary get close, but each time she reached for him, a nagging feeling crept up inside him.

She isn’t you.

The thought was so painfully clear now. It didn’t matter how kind or fun Mary was—she wasn’t you. And suddenly, he realized why none of it felt right.

“I need to go,” Lando said suddenly. “I need to go to the airport.”

He took off down to the main street hailing a cab but when he finally got there, you were gone.

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You skipped the Singapore GP. You didn’t even watch it on tv so you didn’t know why everyone was wondering why despite winning, Lando looked miserable standing on the podium.

He had texted you a million times begging you to call him but you declined the call everytime. You were trying to move on. You’d started running again in the mornings, working out of coffee shops, and hanging out with your girlfriends. Basically you were doing everything in your power to not think of him; and it worked until 10pm each night. Then you were miserable.

It was two weeks after Singapore when you heard knocking at your door one evening. You weren’t expecting anyone so you were especially surprised to see Oscar standing on the other side of your door. Considering he didn’t live in Monaco, you didn’t really know what to say, just stared at him silently.

“May I come in?” He asked politely and you nodded, stepping aside to let him through. “Nice apartment.”

“Thanks,” you replied following him into the living room. “What are you doing here?”

He settled down on your couch, motioning for you to join him and you sunk down on the other side.

“I need you to tell me what happened when you and Lando were in Portugal,” he said slowly and you immediately looked away.

“It doesn’t matter,” you mumbled, playing with your hands.

“It does matter,” Oscar insisted. “It’s okay if you finally rejected him but I need to know how to fix him.”

Your head snapped up, “I didn’t reject him Oscar. He basically rejected me.”

“There’s no way,” Oscar said, shocked and you told him everything that had happened from you flying to Spain for him to him making out with that girl at the club.

“Trust me when I say that I’m not trying to invalidate your feelings, but I feel like this is a big misunderstanding,” Oscar said and you rolled your eyes. “He is so in love with you y/n. All he does is talk about you.”

“Then why did he never tell me!” You said, voice rising. “I’ve been there the whole time Oscar, and he has never said anything. I want to be with someone who isn’t afraid to love me.”

Oscar’s heart broke at your words, knowing you were feeling this way.

“I came here y/n, because he is a mess without you,” he said. “I’ve never seen him like this and it’s starting to affect his racing so I’m begging you to at least think about talking to him.”

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You would have thought that Lando would stop texting after a while but he didn’t. Every morning he texted you “good morning” and gave you updates on his day even though you weren’t responding. His plan seemed to be to slowly chip away at you until you were ready to come back and unfortunately it was working.

Brazil was the next race that your friend group was attending and you went back and forth on what you should do before finally deciding to book a flight. Max must have told Lando because you immediately were notified that your flight had been upgraded and your hotel had been booked.

Because of a work event, you weren’t going to be able to get there until Saturday night and probably wouldn’t see Lando until qualifying or after the race. You joined Max and Pietra on the track, bright and early on Sunday morning and you were wondering how Lando would survive with it being this early in the morning.

Oscar gave you a big hug when he saw you and you could tell he was incredibly relieved that you were there. Qualifying was 20 minutes away and you heading towards the Paddock club when you turned a corner and were immediately wrapped up in two arms. Inhaling his familiar scent, you relaxed into his touch.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he said into your ear and you hummed in reply. You were still unsure about pretending like nothing ever happened. He pulled back to look at you and his excitement was contagious, pulling a small smile out of you.

“We’ll talk later okay?” He asked and you nodded. “I have a lot of things I need to say to you.”

He kissed your forehead before running off and you tried to keep your cool. Qualifying was good for him and you were feeling good about the race but a little nervous about the weather conditions.

Sitting with Max and Pietra in the paddock club the mood was very much anxious. Lando had been doing great until a red flag reset everything. He had fallen down because of pitting and you watched as he went off the track on that first turn, your heart sinking. The rest of the race was a blur and he finished in P6 which you knew would not go over well with him.

After the race, you felt hesitant heading back to the McLaren hospitality area. You weren’t sure if he’d want to see you, especially in his disappointment. But as you lingered by the entrance, you caught sight of him. Lando was drenched, exhausted, and his usual radiant energy seemed dimmed. Still, he locked eyes with you, a faint smile managing to pull at the corner of his lips.

He walked over slowly, stopping right in front of you. “You waited for me?”

“Of course I did, Lando,” you replied softly, feeling the gravity of the moment settle in. “I always do.”

He nodded, then glanced around at the crowded area. “Can we go somewhere… quieter?”

You followed him through the paddock until you found yourselves outside in a secluded spot overlooking the track. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Finally, Lando took a deep breath.

“I was an idiot,” he began, voice raw with honesty. “You don’t know how many times I replayed that trip to Portugal, thinking about what I could’ve done differently. I didn’t understand how much it would hurt you… I was blind to everything but my own mess.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he kept going, unable to hold back.

“You’ve been the best part of my life for years, and it took almost losing you to realize how much I’d taken you for granted. I’m sorry, y/n. I thought I was protecting you by not… admitting how I feel. I thought if I never said it out loud, maybe it’d hurt less. But I can’t pretend anymore. I love you.”

Hearing those words, the walls you’d built around yourself began to crack, the anger and disappointment from before softening as you looked into his eyes.

“I’ve loved you for so long,” you whispered and he gave you a soft smile.

“I know, I’m sorry I didn’t see it before.”

When he kissed you, it was tender and full of all the unspoken words and missed opportunities between you. As you pulled away, you both smiled, feeling the weight of the past couple of weeks finally lift.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lando norris #lando norris x reader

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archangeldyke-all · 11 days ago

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I miss CEO Sevika :(

What about Reader and Sevika going to...idk a dinner party/charity event with multiple companies in attendance. Sevika is one of the speakers for the night and while she's nervous, she knocks it out of the park. Meanwhile Reader is like "wow my wife is such a fucking boss and so hot for doing that on stage, I can't NOT suck her off and get fucked in a random, out of the way bathroom right afterwards."

i was thinking about this ask the entire time she was up there by vander's statue giving her speech. my sweet baby.

men and minors dni

sometimes, you forget just how important sevika's work is. most days you're stuck in your office together, making phone calls and signing documents.

but it's nights like this, when sevika's company has its annual ball, that you're hit with how much sevika does for the community.

the company built on the idea of giving low income communities low interest loans to build businesses and homes. there're several neighborhoods and families that you know personally that have had their lives transformed by sevika's work. but it's not just that.

it's parks built on the company's dime, community centers and pools and basketball courts sponsored by sevika herself. it's the team of social workers and accountants sevika's carefully hired over the years, who make sure that your clients are trained in financial literacy so they don't fall through the cracks. it's underfunded public schools-- the schools you went to as a kid-- being sent busload after busload of books and computers and supplies from your wife. it's medical bills being paid off by a mysterious, 'anonymous' source--the chickenscratch on the checks all matching your wife's.

and nights like this, with each lead team member of all the departments giving presentations of the differences they've made in the community this year, where it really hits you how incredible your wife is.

your poor wife. sevika's currently on the brink of passing out from her nerves, a glass of whiskey shakily clutched in her palms as she waits behind the stage. "baby." you coo, reaching up to cup her face.

sevika winces and pouts in your hold. "i hate public speaking." she whines. you chuckle.

"i know, love." you sigh. you'd give this speech for her if you could-- but it's kinda a requirement that the ceo speak at these big events. "it's just five minutes, talk about the good you've done this year, get some claps, get some laughs, then we can bail." you promise her.

sevika pouts even more, slouching down against you. "you remember the first time we put one of these shitshows on?" she asks.

you giggle and nod.

your second year working for sevika, a few months into dating, and the company had the first of it's now notorious annual balls. of course, back then it wasn't quite as sophisticated as today's is, but it was pretty memorable. after her speech (which she nailed, because despite how much she hates it sevika is good at talking) sevika ran off the stage, high on the applause she'd received, and practically leapt into your arms where you stood backstage. "fuck i can't believe i did that." she whispered against your scalp. "and they liked it!" she laughs.

you giggled and kissed her cheek. "course they liked it, you're very easy to like."

and then sevika said the words you'd been dying to hear her say, the words you were trying desprately to keep inside your throat until she was ready. "i couldn't've done it without you, y'know." she whispered. your smile got softer, and sevika leaned impossibly closer to you. "you kinda scare the shit outta me and... i think i'm in love with you."

you had just grinned and kissed her, mumbling a teasing "you think or you know?" against her lips.

and here you are, nearly ten years later, on the same little patch of floor backstage of your favorite venue, smiling up at your wife.

"course i remember, baby. one of the best moments in my life. right up there with meeting you 'n marrying you. think it'll be in the little montage that flashes before my eyes once i die." you say, giggling.

sevika smiles sweetly and kisses you. "yeah, me too." she whispers.

you hold her for a moment, hoping the touch will help her relax a bit, both of you swaying gently in your dark little corner as you wait for seamus to finish his speech and introduce sevika. "you're gonna do amazing, y'know. you do every year."

"ugh. i know." sevika huffs against you. you giggle.

"so then why are you so worried?" you ask. sevika shrugs against you.

"just. 's a lotta people. and i like when you baby me." she says.

you burst into laughter just as the audience on the other side of the stage bursts into applause. sevika groans, and you give her one last good squeeze and a smooch to her cheek before pushing her toward the stage. "go ahead baby. you got this." you encourage her. sevika smiles shyly at you, and you curse. "shit, sev, wait! i left a kiss mark on your cheek!" you squeak, scrambling to grab her wrist and wipe off the lipstick that must've transferred from her lips to your own, then onto her cheek.

sevika ducks out of her hold, though, her smile only growing. "good. let 'em see it." she says, winking at you before ducking under a curtain and out onto the stage.

the crowd bursts into applause at her appearance, and your heart melts as her words sink in.

she's such a fucking sap. you love her so much you think you might explode.

she nails it, because of course she does. by the time she walks back off stage, there are literally people chanting her name, like she's a rockstar or something.

you intend to tease her about it, but then you see her and her sweet shy smile, your very obvious kiss mark on her cheek, and her hands nervously clutching her note cards, and something ravenous courses through your bloodstream.

you nearly tackle her to the floor as you launch forward to kiss her. sevika gasps, and her notecards go flying as her hands reach up to hold you tight. fuck you love her. she's the most incredible woman you've ever met.

"sev." you whisper between kisses you can't stop pressing to her skin. "sevika."

"y-yeah?" she asks, her voice squeaky and excited.

"can i blow you in the bathroom, please?" you ask. "want you so fuckin' bad."

sevika shivers full bodied and lets out a shudder before she grabs your wrist and starts sprinting toward the bathroom. you cackle the entire way.

your favorite thing about this venue is that they have plenty of single stall bathrooms. you and sevika have used this feature to your convenience many times over the years.

sevika's already rock hard in her trousers by the time you lock the door and pin her to the wall. she's clawing at you, whimpering as she tries to catch your lips in a kiss. you giggle, cupping her jaw and kissing her soundly, shoving your tongue in her mouth to calm her down a bit.

sevika sighs heavily, and you pull away, gasping a breath before dropping to your knees.

"fuck. i'm not gonna last, baby, fuck." sevika whines as you paw at her pants. you giggle.

"you better. want you to cum inside my cunt, love." you say.

sevika makes a pained noise, and her dick jumps in her boxers. you laugh. "you better touch yourself while you're suckin' me then." she says. "want you to cum with me."

it's your turn to shiver. you claw at her boxers, a little growl escaping you when her cock's finally revealed to you. "fuck." you grunt, before leaning forward and just pressing your face against her cock.

sevika sighs dreamily, reaching down to cup your face as you nuzzle her dick. "so pretty on your knees." she whispers. you smile up at her. "lemme see you touch yourself." sevika requests. you shove a hand down your waistband, rubbing your wet clit with your fingers as you rub your face against her length. "that's it, baby. fuck. now put your mouth on me, love."

you're needy for her, so needy that you take a little too much of her at once, gagging loudly on her cock.

sevika moans at the feeling then laughs at the embarrassment on your face when you pull back and catch your breath before trying again.

"don' laugh at me." you pout, spitting on her dick and jerking her while you blink back your tears.

"'s just cute baby. so fuckin' needy for me you choke yourself on it." she sighs.

you shiver a little. you can't really deny that. "you did amazing, by the way." you whisper. "you always do."

sevika's shoulders scrunch up to her ears, and her eyes dart away from yours. you giggle. "shush. you aren't supposed to be talking right now."

you laugh and kiss her wrist, then try again, taking her back in your mouth and slowly working down her cock.

sevika melts against the wall behind her, and her eyes fly back to yours. you hum around her and she groans. "shit, i'm not gonna last, baby, fuck." sevika whines as she starts thrusting into her mouth.

drool is trailing down your chin and into a puddle on the floor, and when sevika's thigh starts shaking you sink two fingers into your cunt, getting ready to take her.

"fuck, i love you." sevika whines. "i love you so much, baby, love your fuckin' mouth, love fuckin' your mouth--" she cuts herself off with a little giggle, and then she groans. "off-- off-- pull off baby, i'm gonnahh!" sevika shudders as you pull away right before her orgasm. she glares down at you, and you giggle, kissing her clothed thigh. "get up here." she growls, tugging you to your feet and roughly shoving you back against the sink.

you grin, shimmying out of your pants with sevika's help, kissing her anywhere you can reach as she hauls you up.

"you ready for me?" she asks, rubbing her cock against your soaked folds. you whine and nod.

"been ready for you since you put that suit on." you tease.

sevika just chuckles and pushes in, both of you groaning at the feeling.

"oh fuck, please tell me you're close." sevika whines, ducking down to bite at your neck as she starts hammering into you.

your hand flies to your clit, rubbing quick little circles against it in time with her thrusts. "s-so close." you whimper.

sevika shivers at your answer, then lifts up to kiss you on the lips. "i love you so much." she whispers.

"p-please cum inside me, sev, wanna make you feel good."

"y-you always do baby, fuck!" she shouts as she fills you up, cumming and shivering against you.

you grin, satisfaction and pleasure filling you equally until you're falling apart around her, laughing and moaning as you pull sevika to your chest.

"you really did do amazing, you know." you sigh after you catch your breath.

sevika smiles against you. "i know. practiced really hard last night, my wife finds it sexy when i give speeches."

"your wife finds it sexy when you do anything, love." you correct her. she grins.

"can we go home now?" she asks.

you giggle and nod. "kinda have to babe. my shirts covered in drool, and i'm sure we got cum somewhere on your pants or something." you say.

sevika cackles.

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gffa · 4 months ago

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Hey, are you feeling salty about STAR WARS for no reason whatsoever, just totally happened randomly, and want some fic that reflects the Jedi Order of the movies and TCW? Ones that are novel-length time travel fix-its to really make yourself feel better? Then I have some ones that I've been reading and really enjoying! Because I think maybe we could all use a bunch of fic to get lost in over the weekend, just 'cause. STAR WARS TIME TRAVEL FIC RECS: ✦ there is no death ashkav, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cal & quinlan & ocs & cast, time travel, 134.9k wip Darth Vader is a cataclysmic event, and Cal, delirious with pain, scrambles to catch the hilt of his saber as he begins to drag it out their corpses – and that’s what he and Cere are, corpses, with only a last few seconds of misfiring neurons left in them, no matter how much BD-1 trills and punches stim after stim into his arm – they are tipping past that point of no return now, and Cal needs to do something right now before it’s too late for – for what?

✦ Take it from the top and try again by mauvera, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme & mace & dooku & cast, time travel, 142.3k wip Five years into his self imposed exile on Tattooine, Obi-Wan Kenobi is gifted the chance to go back and bring hope back to the galaxy. With hindsight on his side, he fully intends to save his master, save his padawan, make some new and old friends again, prepare the Jedi for a war they’ll hopefully never see and begin to pull apart all the many tangled threads of the Sith Lord’s plans. Should be relatively easy. Right?

✦ Let Go by Micillyn, qui-gon & obi-wan & anakin & padme & cast, time travel, 101.5k Qui-Gon did not expect to die on Naboo. Nor did he realise that by insisting for Anakin to be trained as a Jedi, the boy would one day fall and become Darth Vader. Foresight, it seems, did not confer the gift of infallibility, yet if it took all those tragedies to destroy the Sith and restore balance to the Force and hope to the galaxy, then perhaps it wasn't so bad after all. Or, the story as happened in the movies is the fix-it, and this is the story of the disaster that happened before the time-travel happened.

✦ a distant fire is burning by e_va, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cal & cast, time travel, 47.4k wip Cal Kestis can move backwards in time (kinda-sorta-not really), and his confrontation with Darth Vader in the Fortress Inquisitorius plays out a lot differently. Fixing the timeline while stuck in his 10-year-old body will be quite the task, but Cal is up to it. He has to be.

✦ Reprise by Elfpen, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & mace & cast, time travel, 558.9k wip Ben Kenobi dies aboard the Death Star in the year 0 BBY. He wakes up shortly thereafter in the Jedi temple in the year 41 BBY. Haunted by memories and regret, Ben must forge a new path for himself in the Jedi Order of his youth while navigating the murky waters of time travel. Crafting a better future from bitter experience is hard, but learning to heal is even harder. Major AU.

✦ Unexpected Awakening (The Rewrite) by Rhiw, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & feemor & bruck & jango & cast, time travel, 135.1k wip The life of General Kenobi is cut short at the hands of his Padawan, but the sight that greets his eyes upon awakening is not that of blinding light of the Force, but the Jedi Temple he knew when he was still a youth. As he struggles to understand the path laid out before him, Obi-Wan unwittingly captures the attention of a singularly unusual Temple Guard, and that of a reluctant Qui-Gon Jinn.

✦ Averting Galactic Destruction by kj_feybarn, obi-wan & anakin & quinlan & rex & cody & fives & dogma & wolffe & plo & shaak & dooku & sidious, time travel, 44.3k AKA The Time the Force Sent Obi-Wan Back in Time and Quinlan Vos kept him from Going Kamikaze because let’s be Honest, Being Forced to Come Back in Time Would Suck.

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Beautiful nuisance

Sunghoon x fem!reader

Word count: 11k

Part 2 -> Monday coffee (Park Jisung x fem!reader)

Categories: enemies/rivals to lovers, lowkey possessive Hoon, alcohol consumption (no one gets drunk), dom!Sunghoon, sub!reader, CEO Lee Heeseung, mentions of men being shitty to women, smut (duh), handjob, blowjob, kissing, marking, thigh riding, finger sucking, fingering, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, mirror sex, creampie, barely there anal play (no actual penetration), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praising, both are whipped, mentions of aftercare, let me know if I missed anything

As always 🔞 MDNI 🔞

A.N. this is my first Sunghoon smut, let me know what you think! English is not my first language, so feel free to correct my spelling and grammar, or suggest anything to make everything sound more natural!

Enjoy 💕

~♡~

In your life there were a few things you could say you were proud of: a nice apartment in one of the wealthy areas of your city, the way you managed yourself between family, friends, self care and career, and indeed your job which you worked and studied hard for years to obtain.

You managed to obtain the important position of commercial manager for one of the most renowned international cosmetic brands. You were really proud of the position you worked hard to reach, and your name even began to gain fame and attention between the rival brands, you had the ability to attract many new clients and offer the most interesting contracts.

You were one of the best in your area.

The other commercial manager who was one of the best was Park Sunghoon.

You initially didn't think much of it, sure he was good at his job, but nothing to be afraid of. Then he started to snatch your potential clients from under your nose.

Park Sunghoon was annoying. He acted cool around men, and he turned into prince charming around women in order to obtain what he wanted.

He was annoying. And handsome.

And the fact that he was handsome was annoying itself because you were afraid it would affect the hate you had for him and his stupid charming eyes, his perfect lips always curving into stupid smiles whenever he was about to steal your potential clients, whenever you had the misfortune to be around him, whenever there was some kind of event in which you tried to do your job and promote your brand to stipulate new contracts.

These next few days were about to be the same old story. Your company sent you to an overseas convention to do just that: find new clients.

And Park Sunghoon was going to be there too.

Your mission started awfully from the airport: Sunghoon had to take the same flight, he spotted you sitting in the waiting area next to your gate and approached you, plopping down beside you with a slight huff.

"Y/N, I thought it was you, I was not mistaken! It's nice to see you again."

"Mr. Park..." you acknowledged him with a nod, your eyes barely lifting from your phone to make the shortest possible eye contact.

He acted taken aback by your coldness "Oh, should I address you with your last name too? Sorry, I thought we were a bit more than acquaintances by now, my bad..."

You didn't reply and turned your attention back to your phone, Sunghoon dropped his attempt at making small talk and just sat there in silence, eventually taking his phone from his leather jacket to pass the time, glancing at you now and then.

Finally the gate opened and you proceeded to board the plane avoiding Sunghoon, just wanting to put some distance between the two of you. You wanted to keep your contempt for him intact, not risking letting his stupid handsome face play tricks on you and letting your guard down. He was your rival and you planned to play all your cards to beat him at his game.

Whatever it takes, I'll win this time.

You sat in your seat and sighed, fixing your purse and getting comfortable, glancing at the passenger about to sit next to you. You had to make a double take, fixing your eyes on Sunghoon, him once again.

He sent you a small tight lipped smile, at which you diverted your gaze to look outside the window, stifling an annoyed groan.

Despite Sunghoon's attempt at being polite during the flight, you tried your best to ignore his presence and proximity, stiffening every time your arms or legs would come in touch, tension rising more and more. At some point you could swear Sunghoon was so tense next to you he stopped breathing for a while, you weren't sure if it was because of the slight turbulence or because of your own tension getting to him.

Eventually he must've been so tired that he fell asleep, his head slightly slipping on the headrest towards you, startling you, ready to tell him to move, until you noticed his eyes were closed and his lips agape, breathing softly.

You couldn't help but awe at his beauty, his long dark lashes fanning on his cheekbones, his plump pink lips parted, his pretty nose with that cute mark on the side and his thick eyebrows furrowing now and then when his dreams would be disturbed by some noise or by a turbulence.

You found your own cheeks warming up, realizing you were staring, eventually diverting your eyes at his signs of waking up, mentally slapping yourself for letting your guard down.

Park Sunghoon was a really beautiful nuisance.

He straightened his posture realizing he slid down towards you, clearing his throat and blinking the sleepiness away.

When the plane landed you hurried to go and take a taxi to the hotel where you would stay the next three days and where the convention would take place. You would hear Sunghoon politely call your last name to send you off "See you there!" at which you turned your head towards him waving a hand, deciding that being rude would be no use. It wasn't even in your character to be honest, Park Sunghoon wasn't worthy of you acting differently than your usual self, right?

Wrong. You would see that soon.

The night passed smoothly, you fell asleep as soon as you touched the bed. You couldn't even remember what you dreamt of when you woke up, but you had the feeling of deep brown eyes looking at you in your dream, soft lips on your skin and big, strong hands between your legs, leaving you flustered and with an annoying wet spot on your panties.

Damn, guess I need to get laid, it's been too long.

You had no time to think about your lack of a love or sex life, this morning you had to give your best.

You knew at the convention would be present the CEO in person of an important modeling and acting agency. Getting his attention would mean your company would benefit from working with many famous people and so being able to advertise your products with the faces and charisma of said models and actors, gaining more attention from the general public and selling more.

The fact that the CEO was young and good looking would hopefully make your mission easier. If Park Sunghoon used his beauty and charm to lure new clients towards him, you would try and play his own game this time.

You weren't used to utilizing those kinds of weapons to obtain what you wanted, but this was the most important opportunity in your entire career, you would do all it took.

And with that determination in mind you spotted Lee Heeseung, the famous CEO, in the well illuminated, spacious hall of the convention and approached him sporting the most attractive smile you could muster up, politely greeting him and introducing yourself and your company, asking for him to let you offer a drink and take a bit of his precious time to talk about some interesting offers.

He focused on you and you noticed how elegant and charming he looked, with his soft eyes and bright smile.

"Well, it would be a pleasure to be entertained by the company of a charming woman like you, just let me pay for both our drinks, will you?" Heeseung eyed you up and down, resting his hand behind your shoulder and guiding you to the bar.

Sunghoon watched the scene unfold from afar, furrowing his eyebrows and glaring at the man who was still casually resting his hand on your arm while you explained the plans of your company.

Oh, she doesn't know what she's gotten herself into, does she?

Sunghoon patiently watched as you tried to make Lee Heeseung pay attention, noticing how his eyes would occasionally land on your lips or lower, until he finally decided to approach the two of you.

"Your offers seem really interesting but we'll have to carefully consider all the pros and cons for both of us before I agree to anything... How about we continue this conversation elsewhere? I need a quieter place, let's have dinner in my suite tonight so we don't have to worry about others hearing our conversation."

Were you hearing right? Lee Heeseung inviting you to his suite to have dinner and talk... You weren't that naive, but you wondered if you wanted to take that path in order to obtain his favor.

Your voice caught in your throat as you tried to extricate yourself from this situation, feeling Heeseung's eyes scanning your face in search for a positive reaction.

"Lee Heeseung, am I right?" a deep, charming voice saved you from a panic attack "Park Sunghoon, nice to meet you."

Sunghoon introduced himself and his company, grabbing a stool and placing it between you and Heeseung.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I? Let's drink something together!" Sunghoon gestured for the bartender to come and he ordered his drink.

Heeseung glared at him but in a blink of an eye he was smiling, shaking Sunghoon's hand and making space for him to sit more comfortably between you two.

His intrusion allowed you to release the breath you were holding and get your gears to start turning properly in your head.

You took a long sip from your drink, making up your mind.

"Mr. Lee" you called for his attention again, "I have to decline tonight, but let me invite you to the spa tomorrow. I've heard about a nice jacuzzi, let's relax together for a bit then we could talk again about my offer, alright?"

"I see..." Heeseung pondered his options for a moment observing you, before clapping his hands together and agreeing to your plan.

You shot a quick glance at Sunghoon, his features stiff, jaw clenched while swallowing a sip from his glass.

You smirked to yourself, whatever Sunghoon's plan was, you apparently managed to ruin it.

You took one last sip from your glass and got up from your stool, excusing yourself.

"Let's meet here at 9 p.m. Goodnight!" you smiled in Heeseung's direction and walked away, missing the way he kept looking at your back as you gradually disappeared in the sea of people.

Sunghoon cleared his throat, and Heeseung shifted his attention to him "do you know her?"

Sunghoon hummed affirmatively.

"Is she... you know... open to different types of negotiation?" Heeseung inquired.

Sunghoon clenched his jaw once again, taking another sip from his glass.

"Not that I know of, I don't think she's the type" he replied coldly.

"Oh, we'll see, you never know... Right?" Heeseung patted Sunghoon's back with a wide smile, earning a little fake chuckle from Sunghoon.

"Just be careful not to get your hopes too high" Sunghoon stood up and excused himself as well, leaving Heeseung to think about what he meant.

The next day you spent most of the morning and early afternoon promoting the new line just launched by your brand and signing a couple of contracts with new clients. You managed to eat a few snacks from the bar, knowing you wouldn't have much time to have a proper dinner.

You noticed Sunghoon casually wandering around your area, occasionally talking to potential clients, and sometimes looking in your direction as if to check on you.

You thought it was just so he kept track of the people you were talking to so he could steal them from you later, but something about his gaze was different than usual.

Sunghoon would usually look at you with smug eyes, smirking and chuckling to himself. But right now his eyes were dark, almost frowning and his lips curved downwards, slightly pouting. He would keep eye contact, eventually making you flustered and look away from his deep eyes.

What's wrong with him...

As you walked to the elevators, going to your room to get ready for the spa, Sunghoon approached you, expression unreadable, leaning in to murmur in your ear "Be careful with Lee Heeseung."

You stiffened at his closeness and his enigmatic words, but as soon as those words left his lips he withdrew, people approaching to take the elevator with you. And like that you missed the chance to get a proper explanation from Sunghoon. You told yourself that he was just trying to play his tricks on you, in order to make you lose the opportunity with Lee Heeseung and take advantage of the situation. But something was off with Sunghoon, he looked too serious for it to be a bluff, you were starting to doubt everything at this point.

When you got back downstairs, you found Heeseung waiting for you at the bar, this time dressed more casually. He greeted you with a pretty smile, getting up to follow you to the spa where you reserved the jacuzzi the previous day, then going separate ways to the changing rooms.

You checked yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were daring too much, stripping yourself in a skimpy bikini, isolating yourself in a small jacuzzi with a man you barely knew, who looked like he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to have you for himself, and possibly drinking some alcohol in the meantime.

But that's what you planned once you made up your mind after your first encounter with Heeseung, to obtain his favor with the help of some alcohol and the promise of sex, right? After all you were adult and single, so why not use sex as a way to reach your goals once in a while? That didn't mean you were actually having sex after all, what if you just used it as bait to lure horny men into signing a few contracts?

You wrapped your hips in a towel before exiting the changing rooms, scanning the area and spotting Heeseung already sitting in the hot tub in a corner of the large pool area. The small tub was kind of isolated, hidden from most eyes by some plants and foliage, the lights in that corner were a bit dim, making it look more private and somewhat sensual.

You approached the hot tub, noticing how Heeseung's eyes traveled up and down your body, a small smirk creeping up on his lips.

You felt an uneasy sensation in your guts but decided to shake it away, you wouldn't cower back from your plan right now, so you finally sank in the hot bubbly water in front of Heeseung, letting the temperature relax your stiff muscles.

Heeseung wasted no time and scooted closer to you "it's so nice here, at this hour there's barely anyone around, we can relax undisturbed..." He spread his arms and legs, grazing your own, resting his head on the edge of the tub, turning to look at you from under his lashes.

"Yeah and look at the view, what floor is this, like 25th? Look at the city lights!", you were genuinely amazed, the proximity of the hot tub to one of the large glass panels provided a great view of the city underneath you.

Heeseung glanced outside for a moment "It's beautiful... But honestly I'm more interested in you", he grazed his fingers on your thigh under the hot water, shortening the distance between your faces, lowering his voice "I bet you have a lot to offer, I'm really curious."

Your breath caught in your throat and you instinctively stiffened and closed your legs before his hand could travel further up your thighs. Your plan was threatening to get out of your control.

Heeseung noticed your reluctance, an annoyed sigh slipping out his nose, lips tight, but he quickly turned his lips into a gentle smile "what if I go and grab something to drink, I think you need to loosen up a bit."

He got up without waiting for you to agree and climbed out of the hot tub, reaching for his room card in his bag.

You called for him to wait, getting up and taking your card from your own bag "wait, put it on my room, you paid last time!", Heeseung declined with a smile and left you to go to the bar on the floor below.

You just put your room card beside your bag next to the tub and sank back down, trying to clear up your mind. You didn't really want to sell your body, you just wanted to seduce Heeseung in order for him to let his guard down and agree to your business offer. But he seemed adamant in not signing anything before getting between your legs. You couldn't see a way out of this without your company losing one of the best opportunities that ever happened to it, or you letting Heeseung do whatever he wanted to you.

The sound of footsteps brought your thoughts back to the present, making you lift your eyes on a tall figure approaching.

"Sunghoon, what are you doing here?" surprise and annoyance both transpiring from your voice.

"Hello to you, Y/N", he greeted you in response, "just wanted to see for myself if the jacuzzi up here is as nice as they say."

He stripped out of his bathrobe, placing it next to your bag, while you couldn't help but stare at his toned back and shoulders hoping he wouldn't notice. You diverted your eyes just in time as he turned to climb up the stairs and into the hot water of the tub, sitting in front of you.

"Heeseung will be here soon, what do you really want? Are you trying to make him hate me by hanging out with me every time we try to be alone? I think he's gonna hate you more though, he's not gonna sign with you..." you spat out, tired of Sunghoon's antics.

He just shrugged, resting his elbows on the edge of the tub, a plain expression on his face "I don't care."

"What?" you scoffed.

"I don't care, I have something else on my mind right now."

You were about to inquire more about it but you saw Heeseung approaching from the corner of your eye. He paused for a moment when he saw Sunghoon, who waved greeting him with a wide smile, fangs on display "Heeseung! We can talk casually, right? Sorry for intruding, I like to swim at night so I came here and noticed Y/N. She seemed lonely so I joined her..."

Heeseung kept his composure and handed your drink to you, keeping one for himself and taking a sip "if I knew you would've joined us I would've bought one more drink for you... Here, take my card and go grab something, it's on me."

"Oh I can pay for myself, thanks. I'll be right back..." Sunghoon started getting up but you pushed a hand on his shoulder, taking him by surprise and making him sink back down.

"You know what, I need to stretch my legs a bit, just give me your card and I'll get your drink for you", you smiled stiffly, just wanting to escape from both men even just for a few minutes.

Sunghoon quirked an eyebrow, eventually taking his room card from his bathrobe "a gin-tonic, I like it sweet. Thanks" he locked his eyes with yours, handing you his card.

You quickly took it from between his joined index and middle fingers and scurried away from both men, adjusting your towel around your torso to make yourself presentable enough for the bar downstairs.

As soon as you exited the pool area Heeseung dropped his smile, sitting opposite Sunghoon.

"What are you doing? Why do you keep intruding? Do you just want me to sign with your company? Or is it because of her?"

Sunghoon looked at Heeseung coldly "I just don't want her to hurt herself, she's my best rival and I don't want to lose her like this. I just want her to regain her reason before she does something she'll regret later."

Heeseung scoffed "what are you, her dad? She's an adult woman and she can decide for herself."

Wait, he's got a point... Am I being... Selfish? Am I lying to myself about the reason?

"Yeah she can, but I know how you treat women and she doesn't..."

"Watch your mouth" Heeseung glared at the man in front of him, "you don't want to accuse me of things you don't even know..."

Sunghoon brought up his hands in mock defeat "I'm just informing you of the rumors about you, I just wouldn't engage with you if I were Y/N."

"Whatever the rumors are about me, they're false."

Sunghoon interrupted him, bringing up a hand "I don't know if they're true or false, I just want you to stay away from Y/N, the reason is not important.”

Heeseung chuckled, sipping from his glass "straightforward, are we... Why should I care about what you want?"

Sunghoon gathered all his courage, knowing he could risk it all against a powerful man like Lee Heeseung, CEO of one of the most rich and influential modeling and acting agencies.

"I don't know, said rumors could start spreading around... What if they reach the wrong ears?" Sunghoon noticed the bitter expression on Heeseung's face and added "look, I don't really know the truth, but I'd like to keep my friend safe, so the least I could do is warn her."

He firmly kept eye contact despite Heeseung's menacing stare. Just when Sunghoon felt a shiver run down his spine, despite the hot temperature of the water, the automatic doors slid open and you unknowingly came to his rescue with his drink in hand, easing a bit of his tension.

You reached the hot tub "thanks, Y/N" Sunghoon grazed your fingers while taking his drink and room card, tossing it next to his bathrobe.

"No problem" you climbed back into the tub, feeling two pairs of eyes on you, not to mention the tension you could cut with a knife.

Something happened while I was gone.

You sat down, grabbing the drink you left unattended and finally taking a few sips, switching your eyes between the two men in front of you.

You suddenly felt extremely conscious of the situation you were in: half naked, with two equally naked, attractive men, sipping alcohol, in a very hot, very tight tub. The tension between these two men was palpable, even if you weren't fully aware of the reason why, but maybe your lack of sexual life, maybe the temperature, maybe the alcohol or everything together made you hot and bothered.

You felt blood rushing to your face and ears and pressed your thighs together trying to relieve some tension, obtaining the opposite result. You caught yourself staring at Sunghoon's broad shoulders, your bottom lip between your teeth, just in time before he turned your attention to you "how about we listen to some music, I feel like it's suddenly too quiet" he chuckled, taking his phone and opening a random playlist on shuffle, soon the notes of a song you recognized as 505 by Arctic Monkeys starting to play.

You closed your eyes, listening to the guitar and the lyrics, sipping your drink, and your feet started tapping to the rhythm without you noticing.

You found yourself slightly swaying to the music, your mind randomly going back to Sunghoon, showing you flashbacks of the moment he slid out of his bathrobe, the way his muscles flexed while he lowered himself in the warm water, the way his shorts clung to his toned body when he got up to give you his card, the damp strands of hair falling on his thick eyebrows on one side, showing his forehead, his deep eyes and plump lips, curving into a smile and revealing his teeth and cute fangs...

Then Sunghoon accidentally brushed his foot on yours, making you yelp in surprise, startling the two men.

"Sorry, did I hurt y-"

"I gotta go!" you interrupted Sunghoon's apology, shooting up from your seat, hoping the music masked the low moan that escaped your lips just before the little incident.

You quickly made your way out of the hot tub, grabbing your towel, bag and room card before fleeing to the changing room.

You took the quickest shower you ever took, barely dried yourself up, getting dressed in a minute and almost running to the elevator, hastily pressing your floor number.

When the doors opened to your floor you hurriedly walked to your room and held your card against the lock, wanting nothing more than to go to bed and erase your inappropriate thoughts about Sunghoon.

Though your door didn't unlock.

You tried and tried again to no avail, blowing your cheeks out, already thinking of going to the reception and asking for help.

You were trying one last time, failing yet again and throwing a kick at the door, when you heard footsteps turning around the corner in your direction. When you turned around you were met with the sight of Sunghoon walking straight to you, his damp unstyled hair falling on his eyebrows, dressed in simple gray jeans and a black graphic tee. You barely recognized him, as you were used to his more elegant work outfits. Your dumbstruck expression tugged an amused smirk on his lips.

"What are you doing out here in the hallway kicking that poor door?"

"W-what are you doing here?"

"Came to the rescue" Sunghoon winked at you, closing the distance between your bodies. You leaned against the door, looking up at him, heat creeping up to your cheeks because of the close proximity.

Sunghoon lightly rested his hand on the middle of your back, barely touching you, yet the feeling of his fingers hovering on your clothed skin made you arch your back, allowing him to slip his other hand behind you, unlocking the door with your badge.

“You're lucky these cards have the room number on it, or you would've slept outside if I couldn't find you.” Sunghoon teased you.

You regained a bit of your composure and slid your hands behind your back to pull the door handle, still facing Sunghoon, the gesture creating contact, your chest slightly pressing into his in order for you to make room for your arms behind you.

"Thanks..." your voice came out feeble.

"Anytime..."

You pushed the door and started walking backwards into your room, dropping your bag on the floor, silently hoping for him to follow you inside.

Sunghoon chased the warmth of your body as you did so, but stopped on the doorway leaning against it, sighing as he restrained himself, not wanting to invade the privacy of your room without permission.

You took note of this gesture, he may seem smug and annoying because of your rivalry, but right now your heart throbbed at how sweet you thought he was, holding back waiting for your invite, almost gentlemanly.

"You wanna come?"

Sunghoon's eyes sparkled and widened in surprise, yet he found himself stepping inside your room and closing the door behind him without a second thought, dropping his own bag next to yours.

Suddenly you felt shy, you weren't used to this kind of situation, inviting a man in your room, let alone your annoying (and oh so handsome) rival Park Sunghoon. What if he thought you were easy? What if he was gonna use this situation against you in the future?

"Y/N", Sunghoon's voice calling your name brought you back to the present "I have a confession."

He what now?

You listened carefully, not sure about the direction this encounter was taking.

"I admire you.”

You held your breath.

“This may sound strange but as a woman it must be difficult for you to be this successful. Don't get me wrong, I don't think men are better than women, at all! I mean in this world it's difficult for women to be respected and valued, so I think you're really strong and smart for not letting anyone get in your way. That's why I admire you."

Hearing those words made you feel a pang of guilt, you were about to throw away your work ethic for Lee Heeseung, and the possibility of losing Sunghoon's respect strangely hurt more than you expected. Losing his respect would automatically mean losing as a rival, and that was the last thing you wanted.

You sat on the foot of the bed, letting his words sink in, as Sunghoon took a seat on the padded desk chair, spinning it to face you.

"Y/N, look at me" his voice was strong and gentle at the same time, and you did as he requested, meeting his eyes as he rested his forearms on his knees to lower himself to the same eye level.

"I often couldn't beat you even using my charms with women..." he briefly paused. "Just because I tried that way doesn't mean you have to do the same. You don't need it."

You felt your heart throbbing from his words and his intense stare.

"I know what you tried to do with Lee Heeseung. And I tried my best to interfere. Honestly I'm not sure why I did it. Maybe for multiple reasons... I was scared to lose respect for my rival, the one who motivates me to work harder, I was selfish..."

Sunghoon lowered his gaze, then continued "I've also heard rumors about how Lee Heeseung treats women, he blackmailed many of them, some lost their jobs or maybe worse..."

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat at the thought of having your life ruined like that.

"The third reason why I didn't want you to be with Heeseung is because I like you." he lifted his gaze to look deep into your eyes and you felt like you couldn't escape the fire deep inside of his dark ones.

"I want you to be mine, no one else's."

You shifted on the bed, biting your lower lip, Sunghoon's intense eyes fixating on your mouth as he got up from the chair. He reached for your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

You stayed silent once again, so affected by his words and presence that you seemed like you lost your voice.

"That's all I wanted to tell you... See you tomorrow, Y/N..."

You panicked, already missing his touch on your skin "Wait!" you almost shouted.

Sunghoon halted while straightening himself as you continued "stay a little bit..."

You felt blood rushing to your face at your own words, you'd never been so straightforward in such a situation, Sunghoon was really capable of making you act like a different person.

He hesitated, biting his own lips, unsure of how to refuse your invite "we both drank alcohol, don't make me stay... I don't think I'll be able to hold back for long..."

His words only made you want him more "I'm fine, I barely drank half of my glass... Don't you wanna hear what I have to say?" you insisted.

Sunghoon sighed, a hand flying to his forehead to stroke his dark locks back, only for them to fall back into place on his forehead.

"Please..." you begged.

He sat back down on the chair in front of you.

"Alright…" he furrowed his brows deep in thought as he watched your expression go from troubled to relieved, excited?

Looking back to the past, he always had the feeling there was sexual tension between the two of you, but neither ever acted on it, your rivalry prevailing in your "relationship". But now you seemed to be warming up, maybe his words softened your heart. Or maybe your heart was always warm and soft and you just decided to let him in now.

Either way Sunghoon wanted to see how far you would go now that your true feelings started showing, but he didn't want to push you and scare you back away.

He leaned back on the chair and spread his legs, observing you and waiting for your next move.

You looked at him with warm cheeks, fidgeting with your hands on your lap, unsure of what you really wanted to say.

"Thank you for your support... I don't know what got into me wanting to try and let someone use me like that, just to obtain his favor. It wasn't my smartest move... I guess I was lucky you were always obnoxiously lurking around me all the time these days" you chuckled, thinking about the way you found his intrusions annoying, while the truth was that he held you back from doing something deeply regrettable.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I think you started hating me a little more these days." Sunghoon's comment was lighthearted but hid a bit of a concern underneath.

"Nah... I still hate you a normal amount" you replied, making him arch his eyebrows in surprise at your response.

You giggled at his expression, "to be honest I never hated you, I just pretended and convinced myself 'cause I knew I would fall for you if I let my guard down... Couldn't risk that and let you win so easily. That would destroy my pride.”

Sunghoon listened carefully, a question popping in his mind at your words "And now? Will you let your guard down?"

"Now I wanna let you do whatever you want, just for tonight", you were tired of acting like you weren't attracted to him, you deceived yourself for too long.

"Whatever I want?" Sunghoon let out a short chuckle, licking and biting his lower lip as he thought about what that meant.

"Hmm, there's so many things I fantasized about thinking about you, what do I do..." he hummed to himself, almost whining at his own uncertainty, pondering the many possibilities.

You stayed silent, wondering if Sunghoon ever touched himself thinking of you and how he would look doing so.

You looked at his torn expression trying to make up his mind, admiring his harmonious features, when he finally looked up at you with resolution in his eyes.

He leaned back on the chair and patted his thigh with one of his big hands "come and sit here" his voice firm and demanding, dark, penetrating eyes diving into yours.

You quickly obeyed and got up from the bed, making your way in front of Sunghoon as he spread his legs and reached his hands on your hips, guiding you to straddle his right thigh as you lowered yourself on it, your gray pleated skirt riding up your thighs in the process.

The warmth of his firm hands seeped through your clothes, and as soon as you sat on his thigh you slightly hissed at the warmth and pressure, your hands timidly reaching for his shoulders in search of support. You lodged your right knee right against his groin as you fixed your position, earning a barely audible groan from Sunghoon, who helped you sit comfortably, placing a hand behind your left knee and positioning it on the chair beside him, luckily wide enough for you to not be awkward.

He kept a hand on your hip and brought the other up to your nape, pulling your face towards his, stopping just in time to leave a small gap between your lips.

"This is what I want" his voice barely anything more than a whisper, his warm breath fanning on your lips, luring you in.

"You sure you want it too?" his soft lips now brushed against yours as he spoke.

You experimentally pressed your crotch down on his thigh, clenching your own thighs around his muscles at the sudden wave of pleasure that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Yes" your answer, even though whispered, was loud and clear to Sunghoon's ears, and that's all he needed to press his hand behind your nape and crush your lips together, hungry, raw and fervent, molding them into each other. He swiped his tongue on your lips, slipping it inside your mouth as you gladly accepted him.

Your hands roamed between his shoulders and neck, eventually finding purchase in his thick hair as the kiss got deeper.

A whimper left your mouth as Sunghoon pressed his thigh up into your clothed cunt.

"Ride it" he punctuated his simple order by grabbing your hips and grinding them on his firm thigh, a stuttered sigh escaping your lips at the feeling of your clit rubbing against his muscles, some juices gathering on your panties, eventually creating a damp spot, growing more and more as you started gyrating your hips on his leg by your own.

"Yeah, like that" Sunghoon encouraged you, gripping your hips with both hands, increasing the force and speed of your movements, occasionally making his thigh jump up hitting your clit.

You soon started panting and whimpering, chasing your high, Sunghoon's thigh providing so much pleasure, yet not enough.

At a particularly hard hit of his thigh on your clit you moaned loudly, at which Sunghoon brought a hand from your hips to your mouth, watching you with lust in his eyes as you parted your lips to take his thumb into your salivating mouth.

"Do you want the whole hotel to hear? I'll need to stuff your mouth somehow" he smirked as a muffled moan vibrated through his thumb, your tongue licking and swirling as you sucked on it, hips rocking back and forth as you kept grinding, your clit swelling and arousal seeping through, creating a damp spot on Sunghoon's jeans.

You kept sucking at his thumb, so nicely and lewdly his mind couldn't help but imagine his dick in place of his finger, how much your pretty lips would stretch and how much you would strain your jaw to accommodate his size.

Sunghoon pressed his thumb down on your tongue as he watched you gradually lose yourself in pleasure, enraptured by the sight in front of him, the wet sensation of your tongue and your delicate moans and whines.

Your eyes started to lose focus as you kept riding his thigh, his left hand pressing you down and leg rocking up into you to help you reach your high.

"Keep going, you're doing so good." Sunghoon's breath hitched as he felt your teeth close on the base of his thumb, not hurting him but taking him by surprise, the effort making you clench your jaw until finally your first orgasm crashed on you, your jaw slacking and allowing Sunghoon to take his thumb back and place both his hands on your tired hips to help you ride it out, until you slumped against his chest, chin on the crook of his neck.

He gently pressed a kiss on your neck "you did so good", he cooed at you, stroking a hand on your back to soothe you as you tried to calm your breathing, your pussy still quivering from your climax.

You nuzzled into his neck, inhaling the body wash on his skin, gently pressing your lips and working your mouth on it licking, sucking and biting your way up to his earlobe, gently nibbling on it, eliciting little gasps and groans from the man below you.

Your hands slowly traveled down his chest, feeling and massaging the muscles on your way down to his abs, finally reaching his belt to unbuckle it, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.

When you managed to tug them down a little and slide your hand on his clothed erection you were so surprised at the feeling of his size, gently squeezing your fingers around what you could reach, stroking along the shaft from base to head above his gray boxers.

Sunghoon involuntarily bucked his hips into your hand as he impatiently grasped your wrist to guide you and stroke himself with your hand. A gasp caught in his throat and you felt his dick twitching under your touch, your eyes traveling down his face and torso to take the sight in, spotting a small wet patch where the imprint of his tip was.

Sunghoon noticed how your hungry eyes focused on his dick even though you couldn't properly see it, smirking at your lustful expression "you wanna taste?", his voice sweet and taunting as he stopped your movements, wrapping his fingers on yours and making you press on his tip, twitching one more time.

You wasted no time, getting up from your straddling position on his thigh, to immediately kneel down between the man's spread legs, helping him tug down his jeans and boxers just enough to finally free his swollen cock.

"So eager..." he chuckled, watching your eyes sparkle at the sight of his girthy, veiny shaft resting on his pelvis.

You marveled, observing the veins that adorned it, so pale, the tip was pink and swollen, a bead of precum just above the slit threatening to roll down the length.

Sunghoon bit his lip as he rested his right hand on your head, caressing it and slightly pushing towards him.

You took the hint and let him push you until your lips were close enough to wrap just under the head, massaging the underside with your tongue and lips, suckling on the flush skin while making eye contact with the man above you, who hissed at your teasing, eyebrows forrowed and lips red and swollen from all the kissing and his own biting.

You caught the beam of precum with your tongue as it rolled down, tasting his essence, manly, slightly salty, so good you wanted more, so you started putting more effort into it in order to milk all the precum he could give you before he actually came.

So you wrapped your lips on the tip, sucking and sinking down on it as much as you could, only to come back up and swirl your tongue around the head and suck again, collecting drop after drop, as you helped yourself with your hand, pumping what your mouth couldn't reach.

Sunghoon just looked for a bit, whispering a few compliments between his hisses and groans, his hand still resting on your head, mindlessly massaging your scalp with his fingertips.

"You're so good at this, baby... Wanna cum in your mouth so bad, keep going like that..."

His dirty words egged you on and you felt more arousal wetting your panties as you tried to take Sunghoon deeper, his tip brushing the back of your throat, eliciting a moan from him and causing his fingers to tighten their grip on your scalp.

Sunghoon couldn't help himself anymore and started bucking his hips into your mouth as he kept you steady with his hand on your head. He really tried to be gentle and not to push too far, but as soon as he accidentally pushed a little further down your throat he lost it, the feeling of your muscles clenching around him as you gagged clouding his mind, eventually ending up face fucking you with little to no mercy, only letting you up occasionally to let you breath through your nose, still keeping his dick in your mouth.

You breathed as much as you could, struggling to maintain eye contact, tears rolling down your cheeks (at least you used waterproof mascara, you mentally thanked yourself), before Sunghoon pushed your head down again, purposefully making you gag on his cock.

"This is all mine" he growled, looking between your teary eyes and his shaft disappearing into your wet mouth, drool and precum dribbling down your chin, which Sunghoon collected with his thumb to push back in your abused mouth along with his dick.

"Gonna come in this pretty mouth, you better swallow everything so we don't make a mess, yeah?" he smirked as your moan of approval came out broken by his relentless thrusting, as you braced yourself digging your manicured nails into his waist.

With one last thrust and a deep groan Sunghoon pushed your head against his pelvis, keeping you in place as your throat convulsed around his throbbing dick, thick white spurts of cum painting your throat as it threatened to escape your mouth because of your gagging.

As he came down from his high he retreated a bit in order to let you breathe, still keeping his dick in your mouth, making sure not a single drop of his cum escaped while you calmed down.

Finally Sunghoon slowly withdrew his dick from your mouth, smearing a bit of cum on your lips with his tip while breathing heavily.

"Swallow" he nodded at you.

The order was simple and you did as he said, feeling his thick cum coating your throat and leaving a tingly sensation on your tongue, which you proudly stuck out for him to see.

He smiled at you, caressing your cheek, wiping a tear away "good girl, you did great".

Sunghoon took your chin between his fingers, lifting your face to kiss you.

You didn't expect his tongue to wipe your cum stained lips clean and enter your mouth, tasting the mix of your saliva and his own release, yet you pressed your thighs together as he did so, pure lust taking the best of you as you tangled your tongue with his and your fingers brushed through the dark hair on his nape.

It felt like Sunghoon had casted a spell on you, making you his, completely at his mercy. He made you feel vulnerable and safe, he was dangerous and tender.

Sunghoon held your waist with his free hand, lifting you up on your feet as he kept kissing you and nibbling at your lips and started walking you backwards until your calves hit the fluffy white covers of the bed.

You fell on the mattress with a slight huff, lifting your gaze on Sunghoon who was now stripping with deliberate slowness as you took the sight in, devouring him with your eyes as soon as he lifted his shirt, stretching his arms above his head in the process of removing it. He tossed it on the floor, feigning annoyance, his eyebrows furrowed "why am I the only one getting naked?"

You wasted no time, grasping the hem of your baby blue shirt and lifting it above your head, exposing your lacey lilac bra, a hum of approval vibrating in Sunghoon's throat "so pretty... I bet you're wearing matching panties, let's see.”

You giggled at the accuracy of his guess, lifting from the bed to slowly shimmy out of your skirt, letting it drop to the floor revealing the matching thin, lacey panties you chose to wear tonight.

"Beautiful" Sunghoon bit his lip as he scanned your almost naked body "too bad you didn't plan to wear it for me" he pouted, slowly approaching you, hooking his index finger under the strap on your shoulder, only to pull and let it slap back on your skin, the sudden sting making you yelp.

"Knowing you planned it for someone else makes me kinda jealous, you know..." he lowered his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and exhaling his warm breath on your skin, making you shiver.

"You're the one in my room with me, though..." you then lowered your voice, teasing in his ear "it's your cum I swallowed just now, it tasted so good..." you stroked your way down his stomach to his still exposed cock, which you noticed was starting to stiffen again.

"Good point..." Sunghoon traced the lace of your panties with his fingertips, slightly grazing your swollen clit, at which you bucked your crotch into his hand, still sensitive from your orgasm.

He shot you a wicked smile before pushing you again on the bed, quickly getting rid of his jeans and boxers and crawling on top of you as you moved back up the bed to rest your head on the pillow.

Sunghoon trapped you between his arms, sustaining his weight on your head's sides, and he lowered himself between your legs, resting his pelvis on yours, as his lips caressed your jaw, increasing the intensity of his ministrations the more he traveled down your neck.

He found a sensitive spot, making you mewl louder than you expected, and he attacked it, licking, sucking and biting.

"Gonna-" he sucked on that spot "mark-" and sucked again "this-" he nibbled "pretty neck" he bit hard, his pointy fangs almost piercing your skin as a high pitched whimper escaped your mouth.

Sunghoon soothed your skin with his tongue and plush lips "you're mine, yeah?" his face hovered over yours, his nose stroking yours as he grazed your lips with his.

"Yeah, yours... only yours" you exhaled against his lips, fingers caressing his nape.

“Good” he commented before he locked your lips together, his tongue claiming your mouth in a possessive, passionate kiss.

You felt one of his hands going to your breasts, groping and teasing your nipples, sending shivers down your spine as he started grinding his now fully erect shaft onto your clothed cunt.

You tried to match his movements, bracing yourself around his neck for support as you lifted and humped your hips against his crotch, in search of more friction on your throbbing clit.

“Be patient, we're just getting started…” Sunghoon reprimanded your greediness with a light bite on your lower lip.

He locked eyes with you as he lowered himself down and down between your spread legs, the lukewarm air of the room suddenly feeling cold as his heat left your body.

Sunghoon broke eye contact to finally look at your pussy up close, loving the new point of view, as he experimentally glided his index finger on the lace of your panties, pressing on your clit and dragging it down to your hole, then back again dragging it to your sensitive bud. He repeated the slow movements over and over, the fabric bunching up between your lips in the process, more wetness seeping out as Sunghoon used your panties to collect it and spread it up and down between your folds, slightly pressing into your hole, the fabric preventing his digit from slipping in.

Your lewd wet sounds and little moans filled his ears as he was on the verge of losing control, almost hypnotized while he finally pulled your panties to the side to fully reveal your glistening cunt.

As he held the fabric with one hand he reached his fingers between your folds to collect your juices, and as your heart was about to burst from anticipation, Sunghoon slowly pushed a finger inside, watching carefully as your cunt slightly clenched around his digit, unable to stop a groan from escaping his throat at the sight and feeling.

He eased his finger halfway and experimentally twisted and curled it until a loud whimper from you signaled he found the spot he was looking for, so he targeted it mercilessly, pressing and dragging his digit on your most sensitive spot, gradually increasing the speed while thrusting the heel of his hand on your swollen clit.

Your legs started shaking uncontrollably, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them as you tried not to crush Sunghoon between your thighs, moans and whimpers flowing from your throat until you felt a burning sensation in your lower abdomen, threatening to burst.

“Sunghoon… Sunghoon wait I'm-” you didn't even know what you were trying to warn him about, but it was too late anyway.

Something snapped inside of you and you felt a hot wave overflowing and crashing like a tsunami as you let go and allowed the unbearable pleasure to numb your mind.

Sunghoon gasped and groaned as he slowed down his ministrations “fuck, that was so hot…”, he resurfaced from his position between your legs to hungrily look at your face, making eye contact as you realized what just happened.

You didn't even know you were able to squirt, but the clear liquid wetting Sunghoon's nose, lips and chin confirmed your suspicions about the flood like sensation you felt moments before.

Sunghoon kept his deep eyes on yours as he lowered his face again to finally taste you and your release, lazily lapping and sucking on your clit, basically making out with your cunt as he kept slowly thrusting his finger inside of you, delicately taking care of your spent pussy.

“You taste so good… can you do that again? On my tongue this time” Sunghoon demanded more than asking, speeding up once again and resuming his make out session with your pussy, doubling his efforts to make you come again.

He added a second finger, stretching you nicely, heightening your pleasure as he started curling and thrusting again to try and trigger another orgasm, his lips wrapping around your over sensitive bud, tongue drawing figures as he relentlessly pushed you to the edge.

You mewled and sobbed, finally finding purchase in his dark locks with your wandering hand, grounding yourself as another tide crashed through you and flowed in Sunghoon's eager mouth, obscene slurping sounds filling the dimly lit room until he was sure he lapped every last drop of your nectar.

Sunghoon eased his fingers out of your pussy while rising from his prone position, pure satisfaction on his features as he inspected your face, licking his fingers clean as you watched them disappear inside his mouth.

He smirked at your empty expression “Hey, did I make you go dumb already?”, he teased you as he reached for your drenched panties, tugging as you obediently lifted your hips the best you could with your weak limbs.

“Do you want me to stop?” he worried for a second since you struggled to find your voice and reply to his teasing, relieved when you shook your head.

“No please!” you felt your ears burning hot with embarrassment “it's just… I’ve never felt this good I guess, I feel strange… I feel too good”, you tried to explain yourself as Sunghoon chuckled at your sheepish voice and expression.

“Let me make you feel even better now…” he caressed the underside of your thighs as he pushed his hands upwards towards your knees, angling your pussy just right for him to grab his shaft with one hand and stroke it between your folds a few times to collect your juices.

Sunghoon finally aligned his tip with your hole and slowly pushed in, watching your pussy swallow his flushed head, disappearing in your tight, wet hole.

He stopped for a moment to let you adjust as he studied your reactions, every little sound and expression, slowly thrusting in and out just an inch at a time to better spread your wetness and make it easier for you to take his size.

He patiently pushed inch by inch until he bottomed out, letting himself drop on his elbows on top of you, tired from the effort of holding back from roughly fucking you dumb.

After a few moments of deep breaths and gentle neck kisses and bites, Sunghoon hooked his arms under your knees, almost folding you in half as he started rolling his hips deeper into yours thanks to the new position.

Your overstimulated pussy fluttered around Sunghoon's cock with every stroke as he repeatedly pressed his pelvis on your clit while stretching you open to accommodate his size.

As soon as Sunghoon felt you relax more he sped up, thrusting deep and hard at a perfect angle as you unconsciously tried to lift your hips to meet his powerful strokes, your arousal starting to splatter on his pelvis and drip down your cunt and inner thighs, both your uncontrollable moans, whimpers and groans creating a filthy harmony in the room.

“God you're so wet… Wanna fill you up so bad, make this pussy drip with my cum…” Sunghoon growled in your neck, biting down as the pleasure got to his head, eliciting a high pitched moan from you, both of you struggling to breathe evenly.

Sunghoon's dirty talk was like ecstasy to you and with a few more deep thrusts he pushed you over the edge once again, feeling your cunt gushing on his dick as its walls spasmed, almost making him reach his own climax.

But he was quick to pull out and clamp his strong hand around his shaft to restrain himself from shooting his load then and there, too greedy to let the fun end yet.

Sunghoon gasped and growled as he managed to push back his impending orgasm, his veins even more prominent on his arms and flushed dick. When he was sure it was safe to remove his hand, he grabbed your arms to abruptly pull you up, handling you like a doll and shifting your positions.

Sunghoon made you stand up on your wobbly legs and guided you to the light wooden desk in front of the bed, making you face the wide mirror on top of it. He pressed his chest to your back as he held a hand on your hip and the other one crawled up your chest and throat to lift your face and make you look at the image in the mirror in front of you.

“Look how pretty you are while I blow your back”, Sunghoon looked into your eyes reflected in the mirror as he positioned himself, his hand on your hip shifting to the small of your back to make your ass stand out for him and properly fuck you in this new position.

He effortlessly pushed in your sopping cunt as you let out a whimper, still too sensitive from your numerous orgasms, pleasure bordering into overstimulation, still feeling too good to even think of asking him to stop.

Sunghoon pushed all the way in, almost making you lift your feet from the floor with the force of his thrust, and he took his hand from your chin to push his thumb between your lips.

“Open up”, you did as he told you and let him push his finger into your mouth as you both watched your reflections.

“Suck. Make it nice and wet”, he instructed as you obediently sucked and swirled your tongue on the digit, wetting it as best as you could.

Sunghoon watched with half lidded eyes, a dejavu of his dick in your mouth presenting in the mirror before his eyes as you took his thumb, and he started to shallowly rock his hips into you, enraptured by the sight.

When he was satisfied with your work he took his thumb from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting it to your swollen lips. He spread your ass cheeks with his other hand and brought his wet thumb in between them, gently rubbing and slightly prodding your butt hole as his thrusts gained more intensity, his balls slapping your clit every time.

The new unexpected sensation made you yelp in surprise and confusion, and you tried to turn a little bit, grabbing Sunghoon's wrist as he kept teasing your entrance, chuckling at your reaction when he noticed you actually enjoyed it, your yelp turning into little moans as you relaxed, gradually loosening your grip on his wrist.

“Please” you managed to form an actual sentence in your blissed out state “just don't put it in” a moan interrupted your train of thought as Sunghoon kept slapping his hips on your cheeks and you started struggling to keep yourself up from the desk.

“Don't worry, just wanna play a bit…” he assured you, but you later would have to admit the extra stimulation felt strangely nice. The thought of Sunghoon possibly claiming every hole in your body made your head spin into a subspace you've never experienced before. The feeling of totally letting your body and pleasure at Sunghoon's mercy made your heart flutter with both excitement and contentment, knowing he would take care of you when you completely lost control.

Sunghoon noticed your head lolling forward and your eyes closing as the arm that wasn't grasping at him threatened to give out on the desk. He took both his hands to embrace you and keep you up against his chest as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze in the mirror.

“Are you still with me?” Sunghoon was amazed by the effect he was having on you, but he still felt the urge to check on you.

“Yeah” you struggled to answer between harsh breaths and moans “please, I'm close…” you begged for him to make you come, the pleasure so intense at this point you couldn't understand if it was just the longest orgasm of your life and the little lucid part that was still in you wondered if that was actually possible.

Sunghoon picked up his pace again “if you ask so nicely… keep looking in the mirror” he demanded, pounding into you, his left hand grasping your hip to keep you in place, his right hand traveling down your body to reach your clit and rub in circles as you clenched down on him.

You angled and pushed your ass against his pelvis with newfound energy, bracing yourself on the desk, his pounding repeatedly pushing it against the wall, not caring about the noise complaints that would come the next morning.

You listened to his instructions and focused on the pornographic view that the mirror was offering. You were barely keeping yourself up, moaning and panting, while the man behind you mercilessly fucked his thick cock into you, his muscles flexing in the effort to keep you in place and occasionally push your hips back to meet his, his right hand collecting your mixed arousals to use as lube as he massaged your clit.

When you met Sunghoon's gaze you were mesmerized, flushed cheeks, his plush lips parted as he panted and moaned, fangs peeking out, brows furrowed, his half lidded eyes focused on you, traveling from the point where your bodies connected, to the expanse of your back, to your reflection in the mirror, meeting your eyes as he aimed at you sweet spot over and over.

You felt so overwhelmed, tears started to well up in your eyes, stroke after stroke making you burn from within, wet sounds and moans filling your ears until you finally snapped and your pussy convulsed around his cock.

“Look at yourself” Sunghoon ordered, his voice thickly laced with lust as he chased his own climax, reveling in the sensation of your pussy sucking and clenching rhythmically.

You looked in the mirror to see your blissed out expression, lips parted and eyes struggling to stay open and focused as you moaned loudly. Then you shifted your gaze on Sunghoon, who snapped his hips a few more times before stilling with a groan, thick white cum spurting out from the tip again and again, filling you up.

He gently rocked his hips into yours as your pussy kept clenching on his dick, milking him as he rode out his own climax, his jaw slacking, eyebrows relaxing and eyes going back into his head as he closed his eyelids, his head lolling back with one last moan.

His shallow thrusts came to a stop as he let out a shaky breath, finally taking his softening cock out of your pussy.

Sunghoon sat down on the desk chair after moving it behind you, making you bend forward on the desk to admire his thick cum slowly seeping out from your spent cunt as he grabbed and groped your cheeks to spread your lips and let more cum drip from your folds.

You dropped your upper body flush on the desk, not trusting your legs to keep you up, and suddenly tiredness started to seep in as you closed your eyes, barely hearing Sunghoon's appreciative hums as he squeezed his cum out of you, letting it drip on the floor in a small puddle.

You suddenly realized you briefly passed out on the desk as you felt yourself being lifted and laid carefully on the bed. You vaguely took note of the wet cloth that soothed your swollen folds and felt a pair of warm lips on your forehead as the sheets were lifted to cover your naked form.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N…”

You remember just vaguely humming in response as you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm ringing from somewhere around the room and you scrambled out of bed to get it, following the sound to its place inside your black bag tossed on the floor next to the door.

You rubbed your eyes and face, stretching your sore body as the memories from the previous night flooded your mind.

That was the most intense sexual encounter you've ever experienced your whole life.

After inspecting your image in the bathroom mirror, cursing at the darkness and amount of hickeys and bite marks on your neck, you stepped into the shower and let the warm water relax your sore muscles as you recalled your heated unexpected session with who you considered your enemy, Park Sunghoon. You surely had to redefine what kind of relationship you had with him, you both were a bit too friendly to each other last night.

You stepped out of the shower and dried up with too many thoughts in mind as you started to collect your discarded clothes. You rummaged around, shifting and turning the sheets, even checking under the bed but you couldn't find your panties.

When you tossed the pillow on the bed next to the night table you noticed a piece of paper fluttering because of the air movement you caused.

You picked it up from the floor where it just landed and saw a note written in nice calligraphy along with a phone number.

I have your panties, if you wanna see them again call me…

Sunghoon

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Please come and see me because I’ll be dead soon’: how Michael Sheen got sucked into a forever chemicals exposé

An opera-loving member of high society turned eco-activist who was forced into police protection with a panic button round his neck. A Hollywood actor who recorded said activist’s life story as he was dying from exposure to the very chemicals he was investigating. Throw in two investigative journalists who realise not everything is as it seems, then uncover some startling truths, and you have “podcasting’s strangest team” on Buried: The Last Witness.

On their award-winning 2023 podcast Buried, the husband and wife duo Dan Ashby and Lucy Taylor dug into illegal toxic waste dumping in the UK and its links to organised crime. This time, they focus on “forever chemicals”, specifically polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs) and set out to discover whether one whistleblower may have been decades ahead of his time in reporting on their harmful impact.

“It’s amazing how big the scale of this story is,” says Ashby, as we sit backstage at the Crucible theatre, where they are doing a live discussion as part of Sheffield DocFest. “With this series, we don’t just want it to make your blood turn cold, we want it to make you question your own blood itself.”

It all started when Taylor and Ashby were sent a lead about the work of former farmer’s representative Douglas Gowan. In 1967, he discovered a deformed calf in a field and began to investigate strange goings on with animals close to the Brofiscin and Maendy quarries in south Wales. He linked them to the dumping of waste by companies including the nearby Monsanto chemical plant, which was producing PCBs.

PCBs were used in products such as paint and paper to act as a fire retardant, but they were discovered to be harmful and have been banned since 1981 in the UK. However, due to their inability to break down – hence the term forever chemical – Gowan predicted their legacy would be a troubling one. “I expect there to be a raft of chronic illness,” he said. He even claimed that his own exposure to PCBs (a result of years of testing polluted grounds) led his pancreas and immune system to stop working. “I’m a mess and I think it can all be attributed to PCBs,” he said.

However, Gowan wasn’t a typical environmentalist. “A blue-blood high-society Tory and a trained lawyer who could out-Mozart anyone,” is how Taylor describes him in the series. He would even borrow helicopters from friends in high places to travel to investigate farmers’ fields. Gowan died in 2018 but the pair managed to get hold of his life’s work – confidential reports, testing and years of evidence. “I’m interested in environmental heroes that aren’t cliche,” says Ashby. “So I was fascinated by him. But then we started to see his flaws and really had to weigh them up. My goodness it’s a murky world we went into.”

The reason they were able to delve even deeper into this murky world is because of the award-winning actor Michael Sheen who, in 2017, came across Gowan’s work in a story he read. He was so blown away by it, and the lack of broader coverage, that he tracked him down. “I got a message back from him saying: ‘Please come and see me because I’ll be dead soon,’” says Sheen. “I took a camera with me and spent a couple of days with him and just heard this extraordinary story.”

What Gowan had been trying to prove for years gained some traction in 2007, with pieces in the Ecologist and a Guardian article exploring how “Monsanto helped to create one of the most contaminated sites in Britain”. One was described as smelling “of sick when it rains and the small brook that flows from it gushes a vivid orange.” But then momentum stalled.

Years later, in 2023, Ashby and Taylor stumbled on a recording of Sheen giving the 2017 Raymond Williams memorial lecture, which referenced Gowan and his work. Before they knew it, they were in the actor’s kitchen drinking tea and learning he had conducted a life-spanning seven-hour interview with Gowan before his death. So they joined forces. Sheen isn’t just a token celebrity name added for clout on this podcast; he is invested. For him, it’s personal as well as political. “Once you dig into it, you realise there’s a pattern,” he says. “All the places where this seems to have happened are poor working-class areas. There’s a sense that areas like the one I come from are being exploited.”

Sheen even goes to visit some contaminated sites in the series, coming away from one feeling sick. “That made it very real,” he says. “To be looking into a field and going: ‘Well, I’m pretty sure that’s toxic waste.’” Sheen was living a double life of sorts. “I went to rehearsals for a play on Monday and people were like, ‘What did you do this weekend?’” he says. “‘Oh, I went to the most contaminated area in the UK and I think I may be poisoned.’ People thought I was joking.” Sheen ended up being OK, but did have some temporary headaches and nausea, which was a worry. “We literally had to work out if we had poisoned Michael Sheen,” says Ashby, who also ponders in the series: “Have I just killed a national treasure?”

The story gets even knottier. Gowan’s findings turn out to be accurate and prescient, but the narrative around his journey gets muddy. As a character with a flair for drama, he turned his investigation into a juicy, riveting story filled with action, which could not always be corroborated. “If he hadn’t done that, and if he’d been a nerdy, analytical, detail-oriented person who just presented the scientific reports and kept them neatly filed, would we have made this podcast?” asks Taylor, which is a fascinating question that runs through this excellent and gripping series.

Ashby feels that Gowan understood how vital storytelling is when it comes to cutting through the noise. “We have so much science proving the scale of these problems we face and yet we don’t seem to have the stories,” he says. “I think Douglas got that. Fundamentally, he understood that stories motivate human beings to act. But then he went too far.”

However, this is not purely about Gowan’s story – it’s about evidence. The Last Witness doubles up as a groundbreaking investigation into the long-lasting impact of PCBs. “We threw the kitchen sink at this,” says Ashby. “The breakthrough for us is that the Royal Society of Chemistry came on board and funded incredibly expensive testing. So we have this commitment to go after the truth in a way that is hardly ever done.”

From shop-bought fish so toxic that it breaches official health advice to off-the-scale levels of banned chemicals found in British soil, the results are staggering. “The scientist almost fell off his chair,” says Ashby. “That reading is the highest he has ever recorded in soil – in the world. That was the moment we knew Douglas was right and we are now realising the scale of this problem. The public doesn’t realise that even a chemical that has been banned for 40 years is still really present in our environment.”

To go even deeper into just how far PCBs have got into our environment and food chain, Ashby and Taylor had their own blood tested. When Taylor found 80 different types of toxic PCB chemicals in her blood it was a sobering moment. “I was genuinely emotional because it’s so personal,” she says. “It was the thought of this thing being in me that was banned before I was even born and the thought of passing that on to my children.” Ashby adds: “We’ve managed physical risk in our life as journalists in Tanzania and with organised crime, but more scary than a gangster is this invisible threat to our health.”

In order to gauge the magnitude of what overexposure to PCBs can do, they headed to Anniston, Alabama, once home to a Monsanto factory. “As a journalist, you have an inbuilt scepticism and think it can’t be that bad,” says Ashby. “But when I got there I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I hate to use words like dystopian, but it was. There is a whole massive school that can’t be used. There’s illnesses in children and cancers. It truly was the most powerful vignette of the worst-case example of these chemicals.”

It’s bleak stuff but instilling fear and panic is not the intention. “Obviously, we’re really concerned about it,” says Ashby. “And although the environmental crises we face do feel overwhelming, it is incredible how a movement has formed and how individuals are taking action in communities. The lesson to take from Douglas is that the response doesn’t have to be resignation. It can be agency.”

#Michael Sheen #Interview #Buried #The Last Witness #BBC Radio 4 #it's interesting that with two little kids at home he went in a poisoned place anyway

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rioromanoffroses · 10 months ago

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"Isn't she gorgeous?"

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Requested

Warnings: 18+ content, breast sucking, fingering (R receiving), orgasm denial, strap-on use (R receiving), cock-sucking, vaginal sex, degrading, praising, profanity

Summary: Your husband, Steve Rogers, has been romantically and sexually starving you ever since he became an Avenger. After borrowing money from notorious crime leader, Natasha Romanoff, she breaks into your house to get what she's owed. However, when she finds you, his gorgeous wife innocently asleep next to him, you catch her interest and her plans change instantly.

Pairings: top dom!Natasha Romanoff x bottom sub!reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (nothing romantic or sexual happens)

Trigger Warnings: blood, gun wound, reference to implied SA (blink and you'll miss it).

“Y/n?” you nearly sent the plate in your hand flying to the floor, dropping it into the washing bowl before spinning around to see your husband in the doorway. You shook your head, sure that your eyes were deceiving you. He was never here even when he promised, never mind three weeks early.

“Steve,” you said, drying your hands and rushing over to him but before you could pull him into a hug, he caught a hold of your shoulders to stop you. His touch sent a stab of pain into your chest and you were snapped back to reality, falling away from the lingers of a past moment you had momentarily forgotten wasn’t your present. You straightened your figure and took a step back, looking up at the man that had once been the light of your life, a guide in the darkness, someone special to share all the good with but now, he could’ve been a stranger.

You had been married for three years, together for five and the first few years would be the most treasured moments of your life. But ever since he had become an Avenger, it had consumed his sole purpose.

Steve was always out fighting, carving his mark, making the world proud of his heroism while you stayed at home doing chores and completing mindless activities to pass the time. There was once a time where you could’ve sworn you saw Universes in his eyes. Now, his skin had been drained of colour and his eyes were rimmed with red as if he were a ghost that was forever cursed to haunt his loved ones. “What are you doing here?” you quizzed.

“I’m sorry," he said, bowing his head, “I’ve got into a bit of trouble, I wanted to make sure you were safe.” You frowned.

“What trouble?” you questioned, “is there a villain after you? Can’t the Avengers help you?” You didn’t even bother hiding the bitterness in my voice. They were clearly everything he ever needed, what use were you to him? He sighed.

“Not exactly,” he said, “we should probably sit down.” You followed him into the dining room with caution in your steps, not taking your eyes off him. The walls were a fading, off-white, elaborate flowers twisted between leaves and detailed patterns, wooden panelling running along across the bottom. The light fixture in the centre was brass with three upturned light bulbs, the dining tables and chairs a polished rosewood. Steve had wanted the room like this because it reminded him of his Grandmother. It was awkward to clean and there was always a build of dust in here. You took a seat opposite him.

“What’s going on?” you said. He scratched the back of his neck.

“I know what you’re going to think but… alright I’ll just tell you. I took out a loan from someone a bit dodgy and I haven’t quite paid them back.” You raised an eyebrow.

“What’s ‘haven’t quite’ supposed to mean?” you said, raising your voice.

“I haven’t paid them back, okay?” he exclaimed, “look, all I wanted to do was buy you a new house, I wanted to make you happy since you hate this one so much. I don’t see anything wrong with wanting to spoil my girl.” Generosity – the easiest attainable remedy for guilt.

“Well, I see something wrong with borrowing money you can’t pay back, especially from somebody that can put you and other people in danger,” you said, pushing yourself onto your feet, “what were you thinking Steve?” He slammed his fists onto the table and you jumped, your heart thumping against your ribcage.

“Listen, I thought I would have the money by now. It’s not my fault I can’t see into the future, you know I wouldn’t have even thought about it if I knew.” You closed your eyes, exhaling a long breath, trying to keep your composure. There were a hundred things you wanted to say to him right now but it wasn’t worth it. You either lived in peace or chaos; either way, nothing changed.

“I thought I knew a lot of things about you but they turned out to all be wrong,” you said, “so I don’t know anymore. Nothing you do surprises me.” You stormed back into the kitchen, not wanting him to waste anymore of your time. You had dishes to do and by now, the water would’ve gone cold.

“Y/n, come on. You haven’t seen me in three months and this is how you’re going to treat me?”

“I have dishes to do,” you said, picking up the plate you had dropped before, polishing it until it shone in the dim light peeking through the curtains, “someone has to keep the house clean.” And clearly, it wasn’t going to him. You felt a firm hand on my shoulder and all the muscles in your body tensed.

“I know you’re mad at me.” You scoffed. Mad wasn’t the right word – it was an array of messy emotions tangled together that had been fraying for years. There was more than just anger here, that was just an old friend that had withered and grown back into something much more cruel now. “Just please… let me make it up to you. I could die on a mission one day you know, you never know when one of these moments could be our last.” He had tried guilt tripping you before – it was a simple yet effective way of shifting blame onto the other person to ease your conscience. These games were getting so predictable.

“And I’d be the last one to know,” you said, “maybe if I was lucky, I’d see it on the news.” You placed the last plate on the drying rack, emptying the washing-up bowl before walking away to leave him standing in the kitchen, alone.

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You had avoided Steve as if he were the plague for the rest of the evening, only tolerating him in the same room as you when you went to give him his dinner. If you were nothing but his little housewife, you may as well play the part and poke it in his face. While you were getting ready for bed, you had paused by his chest of drawers, remembering the divorce papers you had hidden beneath the shirts he had outgrown or didn’t like anymore. Most of them had been bought by you and you could recall a memory with your husband in every single one. Maybe another day.

You couldn’t sleep but you kept your eyes tight shut when you heard him enter and move around the bedroom. Why didn’t you just sleep in the living room?, you thought as he slipped under the covers beside you. You figured he’d probably leave before you were awake so in his mind, you wouldn't even know. Dickhead. You didn’t know how much time had passed but you must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing you see is blinding white.

“Steve, turn the lights off…” You let out a scream when a gunshot sounded through the room, colliding with your husband’s cry of pain. Your eyes flew open and immediately fell on the figure standing at the end of your bed, her ravishing, blood-soaked hair curled onto her shoulder, her eyes glittering with shattered pieces of jade. Your heart seemed to freeze in your chest. Natasha Romanoff – the most notorious leader of crime in the world. And she was here, in your bedroom.

You turned to Steve and let out a strangled sob, the sight of scarlet soaking into the bed sheets making you dizzy. You heard the click of heels behind you and Natasha took a fistful of your nightgown before you could even process what was happening, pulling you away from him as if you were a mere feather. You screamed again and if it wasn’t for her strong grip on you, you would’ve collapsed to the ground.

She waited until you were steady enough to stand on your own two feet, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against her body. She was wearing a dress that emphasised all her curves and showcased most of her skin, your body flooding with dread. This woman was able to shoot Captain America without any protective clothing like it was nothing. There was no way out of this situation. We were doomed. I felt something hard in her crotch area, confused as to why she was carrying such a bulky item in her pockets.

“Leave her alone,” Steve whispered, his voice faint and overshadowed by anguish.

“Get on the floor and don’t say another word unless I ask you a question or she’ll have to watch you die,” she snapped, “neither of us want that to happen, do we?” With resentment, he hobbled away from the bed, stumbling over to the wall and sliding himself down it, his hand clutched to the gun wound in his stomach. “Good.” She ran a finger down your cheek before beginning to trace your features, her head tilted to the side. “You didn’t tell anyone you had a wife, Rogers. Isn’t she gorgeous?” You shivered in her hold, her voice low and seductive. “What’s your name, pretty?”

“Y-Y/n,” you trembled, wishing you could strangle the butterflies in your stomach that her touch had provoked. This was insanity – she had just shot your husband and she was threatening to murder him yet she was making you nervous, in a romantic way. God, if only Natasha wasn’t so beautiful, this would be a whole lot easier.

“Y/n Rogers?” she said, giving you a fake pout, “that doesn’t sound very nice, does it? Y/n Romanoff has a much nicer ring to it.” A crease formed between your eyebrows. What the hell was she implying? “Rogers, I’m willing to strike up a deal with you. But first, I’m going to fuck your wife until the only name she’ll remember is mine.” His eyes widened in horror and you let out a cry.

“Natasha, that’s assault. You can’t,” Steve said. She smirked.

“Oh there won’t be any need for that,” she said, “it won’t take much for her to beg me for more.” She pushed you down onto the bed and straddled your lap, a pool of wetness already forming between your legs. This was so fucked up. “Give me consent and I’ll make you feel so good baby, better than you’ve ever felt. All you have to do is say the word.”

You considered all your options but it didn’t take you long to decide since you only had two. You either let Natasha fuck you or you watched Steve die. You could treat it like a one night stand, you thought. You had never experienced one yourself but you’d read it in books so surely you would be able to do it.

Though you knew deep down, part of you wanted this. You were desperately touch starved and the thought of Natasha fucking you made you groan, heat rushing to your cheeks as the sound escape your mouth. You nodded and she gripped your jaw.

“Words bitch.”

“Yes,” you said, looking away from her in shame but she forced you to look back at her.

“Good girl,” Natasha said, lowering herself onto you and colliding her lips with yours, setting all your nerves alight. Her lips felt like velvet against your own, melting against you and setting a slow pace, letting you get used to the sensation. You couldn’t remember the last time Steve had kissed you, never mind like this.

When your hand moved to her chest, she knew she’d won and she began kissing you with more passion, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You gasped and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue between the gap in your teeth. You didn’t even bother fighting against her, wanting Natasha to take full control and use you however she pleased.

She separated your lips and began kissing your neck, her teeth ruthless against your skin as she began to mark you, leaving a trail of garnet blotches that would be seen by everyone. “Tell him how much you like this.” As much as you wished it wasn’t true, you were very much enjoying this. It was a terrible thing to admit to your husband but you had to remind yourself that his life was at stake here.

“I love it, I love being marked by you,” you said, “please don’t stop.” She pulled away when she reached your chest, reaching down and taking hold of your nightgown.

“Can I take this off angel?”

“Please,” you said, ignoring that Steve was in the same room as you. You wanted this, you needed this, you hadn’t had sex in so long. Too long. She lifted herself off your waist for a few moments so she could discard you of your nightgown before continuing her path down your chest, stopping right before she reached your breasts.

“So beautiful,” Natasha said before taking one of your nipples between her fingers and rolling it, earning her your loudest groan yet. She began to fondle the other roughly and the pain was soon replaced with pleasure that went straight in between your legs. You were a moaning mess beneath her, your forehead glistening with sweat and your breaths loud and sharp. “Listen to that, Rogers. Does she make these sweet, sweet noises for you? Do you Y/n? Tell me.”

“No,” I said, “only for you.” She tutted.

“Oh sweetheart, he doesn’t deserve you,” she said, “it’s okay, I’m going to take care of you now.” She ran her hands down your stomach and attached her mouth to your hardened nipple, your mind unable to decide what to concentrate on. She slipped her fingers beneath your panties and began snapping it against your skin, causing you to start bucking your hips into her.

“I need you,” you said. You expected her to make you wait but her expression softened as she began sliding your panties down your legs, throwing them in Steve’s direction. “Look how she ruined them for me. If you weren’t so neglectful, this could’ve been you, Rogers. Don’t you ever forget that.” You gasped as the palm of her hand pressed against your cunt, brushing against your swollen clint. “So wet.”

“Natasha, please…”

“Beg,” she said, running her fingers through your folds and collecting your arousal, “let him hear you.”

“Please Natasha,” you said, “I need you to fuck me so bad. I need you inside of me, please make me cum.” Your words made her groan and you whimpered as you felt her push two fingers inside of you, giving you only a few seconds to adjust before she began thrusting in and out of you at a quickened pace. You felt a burning sting, grabbing her wrist to try and slow her down. “Nat, it’s too much, it hurts.”

“What do you mean sweetie? Does he have a small cock?” There was a cruel glint in her eye when the realisation dawned on her. “He hasn’t fucked you in a longtime has he? How long has it been?” You were struggling to form coherent sentences at this point.

“Six months,” you admitted. He visited so little and he was always exhausted when he did, hardly even giving you any affection, never mind fulfilling your physical needs. You had shamefully been trying to fuck yourself for over a year now but you were either too embarrassed to keep at it for long or you were eventually forced to give up, too inexperienced to make yourself cum. You had never used more than one finger so you weren’t used to the stretch at all.

“You’re telling me your husband had access to this cunt anytime he wanted but he chose not to fuck you for half a year?” What a waste of such a perfect pussy,” she said, “shh, it’s okay, it’ll feel so good in a minute.” As if to prove her point, porn-worthy moans began to spill from your mouth as you were drowned in overwhelming bliss. She knew she had found that one spot inside of you when your noises became more intense and more wetness gushed from your entrance, the squelches of your arousal echoing around the room. You took fistfuls of the duvet beneath you in your hands, your walls began to clench around her fingers. But just before you reached your high, Natasha slipped her fingers out of you.

“No,” you cried, “I was so close.” She placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Not just yet,” she said, “I want you to cum on my cock.” You blinked up at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant. Was she perhaps intersex? “Get on your knees.” You scrambled to obey her command, your thighs glistening with white and she smirked. “Such an obedient thing. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” You did so without hesitation and she lifted up her dress and threw it on the floor, leaving her in a lacey bra and boxers. Your eyes fell onto her breasts that were full and sat perfectly, wondering how they’d feel in your hands and in your mouth. You were too distracted to pay attention to Natasha pulling down her boxers until a large, red strapon sprung into your face.

You were sheltered and didn’t have many friends so your knowledge on how two women had sex was low. You had accidentally come across some brief information about strapons while scrolling through social media, closing the app immediately and uninstalling it. You had never told anyone you liked women so any mentions of the topic made you panic and run in the opposite direction. Natasha noticed your hesitation.

“It’s just like sucking a cock,” she said, “you’ve done that, right?” You shook your head. Steve was a very traditional man so you’d never done anything outside of the very basics. You had always wanted to explore more interesting options but you were too ashamed to ask or discuss any of your preferences with him. “God, so vanilla. Once I show you what you’ve been missing you’ll never want to go back. Do you want to try симпатичный (pretty)?” Her Russian Nickname for you sent a lustful thrum through your body despite the words being foreign and unknown to you. You knew there was only one correct answer to her question but you liked being able to show Natasha how much you desired to follow her orders.

“I’d love to try,” you said, “anything to please you.”

“Good girl,” she husked, nudging your mouth with the strap-on. Her other hand dug into your shoulder as she pushed it inside of your gaping mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Natasha kept going even when you started choking, tears slipping from your eyes and smearing your makeup. The sight of you, a perfect housewife she had ruined and made a mess of, only made her thrust the toy into your mouth faster, desperately turned on. When she was satisfied that you’d wet it enough, she pulled out, showing enough mercy to let you catch your breath. “You’re already such a good cock-sucker.” She ran her thumb over your plump lips. “Aren’t you glad I put these lips to good use, hmm?”

“Yes,” you gasped, “thank you Natasha.” She placed a kiss on your forehead.

“So polite. Get on all fours and look at your husband.” You hesitated a little this time, suddenly remembering Steve’s presence. You turned around and followed her commands, your gaze meeting with his. Steve’s pupils were drowned in pain and clouded his emotions so you couldn’t identify them, blood still gushing from his gun wound.

“Natasha, I think he’s going to die,” I said, “his stomach…” She looked over and saw that he was on the verge of passing out, his blood loss now critical.

“I fear you’re right,” she said, “I thought we’d have more time with him, shame. Don’t worry милый (darling), he’ll be alright soon.” You heard footsteps thundering up the stairs before the door was flung open and several men dressed head to toe in black burst into the bedroom. You wondered how she had summoned them so quickly but you were too horny to dwell on the thought for long.

You tried to cover your exposed body, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden but Natasha slapped your hands away. “They won’t look my angel, they wouldn’t even dare. Don’t let them distract you.” You felt something prodding your entrance and you whimpered.

“Please,” you breathed as she circled your entrance with the toy, collecting your arousal.

“You’re somehow even wetter,” she cooed, “did you really love your face being fucked that much?” Before you could answer she began to push the tip inside, your soaked walls showing no resistance. She didn’t give you anytime to get used to the stretch, pulling out before slamming back into you seconds later. The pain only lasted a few moments before it dissolved into pure pleasure as Natasha pounded into you like a wild animal. You arched your bark, the dirtiest sounds you had ever produced spilling from your mouth and echoing through the room. You somehow managed to lift an arm and point it towards Steve’s shirt drawer.

“There’s divorce paper,” you strung together between gasps, “in that drawer. I already signed them.” The men followed your finger and moved towards them, aimlessly throwing Steve’s shirts onto the floor. You saw a pang of hurt in Steve’s expression but you didn’t care. He should’ve seen this coming and even if he didn’t, it was his fault anyway.

As the divorce papers and Steve were dragged away, you moved your hips in rhythm with Natasha’s to try and get the strap-on deeper into you, every brush against your walls sending electricity through your body. She gripped your hips, encouraging your movements, grunting each time you slammed back against her. Your groans changed when she found your g-spot again and after that, she made sure to keep hitting it, a knot beginning to tighten in your stomach for the second time that night.

“I need to cum,” you said, “can I this time, please?”

“Such a slut,” she said, “soak my dick baby. Go on.” You screamed her name as you released all over her cock, stars blinding your eyes as your body shook with bliss, each new wave stronger than the last. After the longest orgasm of your life, you finally finished cumming, liquid staining your thighs. But Natasha didn’t stop, moving her hands up to your ass and massaging your cheeks.

“Natasha, I’ve already cummed,” you said, expecting her to finally pull out but instead, she tutted.

“We’re not finished yet,” she said, “If I wanted to, I could have you cumming all over this cock all night. We’re done when I say we are. You are all mine after all, gorgeous.” After the initial discomfort faded away, you were soaring back up to cloud nine, ready to do whatever Natasha wanted.

“Of course,” you said, “I’m all yours now.”

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babygorewhore · 4 months ago

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•Be good for me•

Cooper Adams x fem reader!

Requested by @horrorpiggy I gave it my own spin so I really hope you enjoy!!!!

A harmless crush on single father Cooper Adams wasn’t in your plan. But after being invited to a concert one Saturday afternoon, everything changes.

Warnings! Age gap! Cooper is 45 and reader is 25! Depicting anxiety and panic attack! Blacking out! Daddy kink! Oral!Fem receiving! Finger sucking! Unprotected sex! Choking! Size kink! Praise! Light ish degrading but not really? Slight hint of his second life at one point. Multiple orgasms! Barely proofread!

Spending a Saturday with a recently widowed father and his teen daughter wasn’t exactly your typical weekend. But if you were being honest with yourself, you’d seize any opportunity to spend time with Cooper.

It was just a crush. One that started out because he saved you and your parent’s life from a fire last year. He had effortlessly pulled you over his shoulder and hauled you out of the burning apartment while you were half unconscious.

It was inconvenient in many ways. One, he was twenty years older than you. Two, he had two children and three his wife had been brutally murdered a few months ago by the infamous serial killer the Butcher.

He seemed devastated. Not just for his own loss but the children. After he saved you from the fire, time had passed and you became an occasional babysitter for his son.

Obviously with a crush growing, you loved the times you’d see him but it felt wrong. At his wife’s funeral, his children hugged you and thanked you for being there.

Lady Raven was a popular artist that was constantly playing at his house. Your knees pressed together as you sat in the back of the car, watching Riley and Cooper interact.

You looked away when you caught him look at you through the rearview mirror.

“I just want to say; thanks again for coming with us. I know you’re busy with classes and your part time job. But it means a lot to us.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine but you gave him a smile.

“Oh! No problem. Thank you for even inviting me.” You blushed as his dark eyes scanned over you as you all fell into silence while he parked.

It was a little difficult to keep up with him as you three jogged to the stadium and maneuvered around the growing crowd of people. It made you feel nervous to be in such tight spaces with others.

As time went by, you noticed Cooper growing more agitated and tense but he was trying to force positivity for Riley. Your heart started to accelerate as the music echoed. You cleared your throat as heat warmed you. The black shirt was extra long, reaching your knees covering your shorts.

Your vans squeaked as the light shifted to red and the cheering young girls screamed. The sounds throbbed in your ear as you rapidly blinked.

“Are you okay?” You gasped at the close proximity of Cooper. He was bending down closer to you with a concerned look on his handsome face.

“Yeah! I’m just a little nervous around crowds.” You force yourself to laugh but he doesn’t return the expression.

“You look like you’re about to collapse. Maybe we should find somewhere more relaxed.” You look at Riley, who was losing her mind and jumping around. You shook your head, feeling guilty.

“I couldn’t pull you away. She’s having so much fun.”

Cooper remained silent and you faced the stage again. Your body grew more tense as the minutes passed and your hands were shaking. Your mouth went dry as a few shoulders bumped into you as a guest artist walked through the aisle.

You tried to remain calm but the staff came and told you three that Riley would be the dream girl. She would be going on stage. You would have to go in front of everyone.

Your legs trembled as you followed them closely. The eyes on you made you feel even worse. The bright lights, your clothes suddenly felt too tight as you walked up the stairs. It took all your strength to remain standing as Riley finished the section of the concert with Lady Raven.

You jolted as a large hand came and settled across your forehead. Cooper’s head was tilted and he narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re burning up but you’re shivering. I think we need to find a place for you to sit down.”

Riley was walking towards you both when your eyesight finally faded.

You were pulled off your feet. You could feel what was going on but you weren’t able to open your eyes yet. Cooper was carrying you, his muscular arms encasing you against his chest. You came to as he sat you down in a chair. A few medical members were gawking at him as he knelt down, holding a compress to your face.

“You blacked out. You were having a panic attack and you were about to fall. Just stay still, okay?”

You don’t have the energy to speak yet but Cooper moves a stray hair out of your face and leans in closer. “You need something with calories. You haven’t eaten all day, I bet.” He gives you a knowing look.

“Is she your girlfriend?” One of the nurses ask and you feel sobered immediately. But to your surprise, Cooper doesn’t say no to her.

Instead he stands up, swiftly returning with a small box of juice.

He presses the straw to your lips and encourages you to take a sip. “Atta girl, good job. You’ll be feeling better in a few minutes. Glad I kept an eye on you, sugar.” The term made your pulse quicken.

“Is there any way we can get out of here quickly? I don’t think she needs a hospital but I do want to take her home.” Cooper asks the nurses and you faintly hear them tell him a way out peacefully.

“I don’t want to be a problem.” You whisper and Cooper clicks his tongue.

“Isn’t she the sweetest? Doesn’t want to cause trouble.” Cooper reaches down and sets a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m okay, I can stand now.” You insist but he cups your waist. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you feel his sweater pressed against you, his lips lingering next to your ear.

“Always so insistent. But you’re gonna let daddy help you. Aren’t you, little one?”

You could have melted right then and there. You almost sure you were fucking dreaming but the dangerous look in his eye was all too real. His graveled voice was alluring and made your core tighten.

You were speechless as he walked next to you still holding your torso. It was surreal.

“Why are there so many police officers?” Riley asked and Cooper shrugged.

“Nothing to worry about. We’re getting out of here. Can’t have another blackout, can we?”

“Please, I really don’t want to intrude further.” You pleaded as Cooper ushered you into the house.

“Shh, none of that. I insist. I’m not going to take a chance that you fall alone in your apartment. You’re going to stay here tonight. Besides, the kids love having you here.” He seemed electrified as he pressed his palm to your back.

“You’re going to eat something and then rest. It’s the least I can do since you help me all the time.”

You didn’t bring up the comment he made earlier but you did notice the way he had a hint of a smirk the entire evening. He seemed off on the ride home. The way he gripped the steering wheel made his arm quiver.

Cooper never showed a hint of anger. He was always patient. Sometimes silly with the kids but today there was something different.

Your body was covered by a blanket on the couch a few hours later. Riley and her brother were upstairs in bed. Cooper had disappeared a few minutes ago, promising to come back soon.

Unable to stay still anymore, you made your way to the spare bedroom and groaned. You didn’t have any clothes to sleep in and you rubbed your face with your hands.

“You always do that when you’re frustrated.” You shrieked and spun around.

Cooper stood in the doorway. His shoulders were tense, fingers curled into his fists and he closed the door behind him. His hair was smoothed back.

“You scared the fuck out of me.” You breathed.

“There’s not much I can do about that habit I’m afraid. Being able to walk quietly took some practice. How are you feeling?” He leaned against the wall and your gaze flickered over his face.

“I’m okay. I just want to apologize. I’m sorry if I made the concert stressful. Sometimes my anxiety gets out of control. I should have just found a way home. I didn’t mean to cause any extra stress-“ You rambled on and Cooper's lips quirked into a smile.

“You have nothing to apologize for. In fact, it worked out in a way. We didn’t have to go through the police. All thanks to you.” He took a step forward and your stare widened.

“Cooper. Are you alright?”

His movements continued until his shoes were against your bare feet. “I’ve never been better, sweetheart. I just want to ask you to do something to me.” He rolled his neck before his hands settled on your shoulders.

“I want you to be a good girl tonight. Can you be a good girl for me, little one? You're gonna let me take care of you?”

Your mouth parted and he took the opportunity to swipe his thumb across your lower lip.

“Don’t act surprised. I see the way you look at me. And I really would appreciate it if you didn’t lie about it, baby doll.” You gasped and he gently touched your tongue. Sticking his thumb further in your mouth.

Your lips gently wrapped around and sucked. His eyes fluttered and he removed his hand. Cooper took the opportunity to grab the back of your head, pulling you up and he crushed his lips to yours.

He tasted sweet as his tongue darted in and swept over your teeth. It wasn’t too much. His experience obvious by the age gap as he backed you against the bed. Coopers strength was surprising as he easily pressed you down on the mattress. He nibbled your lip before pulling away and peppered kisses along your jaw. Your legs looped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“You gonna let me eat that pretty pussy?” He questioned against your skin and you whined. Cooper trailed his lips down your chest, stomach and finally his thick fingers pulled down your shorts. He sucked in a sharp breath as he admired your underwear.

“Anyone ever done this to you?” He toyed with the waistband and you cleared your throat.

“Not-not really. They didn’t put any effort.” You stuttered.

Cooper peeled off your panties, exposing your pulsing cunt and he didn’t waste any further time. He shoved his face against your pussy, making you throw your head back. His tongue kitten licked your clit and then flattened. He slowly dragged it down and shoved it inside you. The feeling was overwhelming as you turned your head to the side, trying to suppress loud noises that were desperate to escape you.

“This is what you get for being a good girl,” Cooper praised, his hands holding your thighs apart as he spit on your cunt. He sucked your center into his mouth, your hips rolling as he moaned against you.

“You taste so good. Can’t get enough. I’m gonna make you cum on my face.”

He applied more pressure and enthusiastically licked your wetness. His nose was firm against your pussy and your nipples were so hard they hurt.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You managed and the uncoiling of your stomach sent a shock through your body. Your fingers sank into his hair, humping his jaw as Cooper continued to suck your clit.

It was overwhelming and he added to it by adding two fingers. He curled them deep and tears clouded your vision.

“Daddy-please-“ You whispered and he snarled. His enormous hands and brute strength aided his ability to effortlessly flip you over on your stomach.

Cooper pulled you to your knees, pushing your chest down so your ass was sticking in the air. He gave it a harsh slap and you heard his belt unbuckle. Your cunt was aching and cum smeared on your inner thighs. You felt the leather of the belt wrap around your throat but panic didn’t set in. It wasn’t tight enough to cause too much pain but it was pressure to keep you still.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this? Leashed like a god damn puppy? So eager to please me? I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t even see straight. You’re gonna be stuffed full of cum.” His filthy words made you groan.

Cooper ran the tip of his dick along your slit, his precum coating your clit. He pushed it into you and he held you up by the belt. Your body jerked as he thrusted his hips. You felt like splitting in the middle but all discomfort vanished as he toyed with your bud.

“I like seeing you fucking helpless. That’s my good girl. Taking my cock so well. Squeezing me so hard. Don’t worry, daddy’s not gonna pull out.” You rocked back into him in a harsh rhythm. He pounded into you almost anomalistically. His huge body caged you in and Cooper choking you only added to the pleasure.

“Cream on it. Fucking cream on my dick. I know you can.” He commanded and you cried as another orgasm neared.

“Tell me who’s in control, doll.” He ordered and you repeated the worse hoarsely.

Your second climax came and hit you like a storm. Cooper huffed and grunted as his cock twitched inside you and ropes of his cum sprayed your insides. It gave him more slip to fuck you through it.

He hauled you on his lap, letting go of the belt and he turned you to face him. Your thighs on either side as he set you on his dick. Cooper's eyes were black with lust as he palmed your tits.

“So greedy, keeping this pussy from me? You just fucking wait till I stop going easy on you. I have so much-so much I need to take out on you.” Your head lulled back as you bounced on his shaft.

Your hands balanced on his chest and your mouth hovered above his. “You feel so good,” You admitted and Cooper smiled hazily. His hands traveled and cupped the back of your ass. It would have normally embarrassed you that you weren’t able to last longer but it only a few minutes passed before another orgasm sent you over the edge.

“You look so god damn pretty. Even prettier than if you were-“ He jerked his jaw as you gently cupped his face. Cooper must have been surprised by your gentle display because he pressed a swift kiss to your palm.

“My sweet girl. Doing such a good job. I’m so proud of you for taking it,”

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