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Look man I could go on and on but I think you get it. Tendou has never had a friend so excited to be included in something. Ushijima has never had a friend so excited to include him in something. Tendou's scary dog privilege at the fan expo is a yellow volleyball they've nicknamed "thunderbolt." I think you get the picture. They're just so happy to spend time together.
#you will pry nerd-cosplay-Tendou out of my cold dead hands#if you asked Ushijima he'd deny it but he finds Tendou absolutely adorable when his geekier qualities are on display#he loves playing the sidekick characters to whatever cosplay Tendou wants to do#because he can just follow him around and nod intensely#I also think that Tendou went as Luffy one year and managed to get Ushijima into Zoro's outfit and then almost fainted staring at him.#haikyuu ship#ushiten#ushijima wakatoshi#tendou satori#ushijima x tendou
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under the influence (l.dh)
PAIRING âž stoner!haechan x fem!reader WORD COUNT âž 11.6k WARNINGS âž a hint of dubcon (sheâs timid but very much likes the attention), pervy!dom!haechan, shy!sub!reader, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, finger sucking, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play (receiving), marking, some cum eating, spit play, groping in public, panty stealing & sniffing PLAYLIST âž FYS - john concepcion, sweet release - kevin ross NOTES âž hii i hope you enjoy! any and all positive feedback is greatly appreciated, so send me an ask if you liked it or let me know in the tags pretty please :)Â
As you press the button to call the elevator, you start to get the jitters. They start in your fingertips and travel up your arms to the back of your neck, making the fine hairs there stand on end, and you shudder slightly, shaking your head in an attempt to do away with the sensation.
The doors open with a ding, and you jump at the sound, making Yeri look over at you in alarm.
âAre you okay?â she asks, worries, and you nod, albeit a bit too quickly and vigorously to be convincing. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you say with a frown, and she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. âNothing!â you insist.
âYouâre a horrible liar,â Karina reminds you, and your frown deepens. âBut if you say so, I guess.âÂ
Relieved, you follow Yeri and Karina into the elevator and lean into the back corner of the shaft, resting your back against where the two walls meet.Â
âWe should watch a movie today,â Karina suggests excitedly, and she and Yeri fall into a discussion that you would join if you werenât busy thinking about Haechan and whatever stunts heâs going to pull today.Â
It takes three calls of your name from Karina and a vigorous shake from Yeri to snap you out of it, and you look at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.Â
âGirl, where do you keep going? Every time I look over at you, youâre in la-la land.â Yeri asks, concerned and amused.
âSorry, I was just⊠thinking.â you mumble.
âWe know that,â Yeri says with a chuckle and roll of her eyes. âThinking about what, hm?â she presses, and you balk.
âSheâs probably thinking about Haechan and what stunts heâs gonna pull today.â Karina supposes, and you frown, upset youâve been caught.
In your defense, Haechan is always up to shenanigans when youâre around; he pulls at your skirt to fluster you, plays with your hair to get your attention, strokes under your chin just to watch your eyes glaze overâyou name it, heâs either done it or is probably thinking about it.
You canât honestly say his advances are unwelcome because, well, youâve had a crush on him for the past six months. But something about him is so intense, so jarringly locked in, that it makes you hesitate, and being the object of his full and undivided attention never fails to make you the shyest version of yourself, and you manage to make a fool of yourself almost every single time you get around him, and you have no idea how youâre going to deal with his antics today.Â
âGirl.â Karinaâs voice cuts through the fog in your brain and you blink hard, focusing on your friendâs concerned expression. âYouâre doing it again.â
âOh. Sorry,â you mutter, rubbing your arm awkwardly. âIâm here, for real.â
As the bell dings and the doors open, the three of you file out of the elevator, walking towards the end of the hall to your destination.
âIf you need help with him, let us know. We can make up a code word!â Karina suggests helpfully, and you smile, endeared by your friendâs attempt to calm your nerves.
âWhat should it be?â you wonder, and she screws her face up thoughtfully.
âBlinker.â Yeri answers, and you both turn to look at her. âIt should be blinker. Like, if heâs getting too close and you canât handle it, you can just say you kinda wanna try hitting a blinker or something like that.â
âThe last time I hit a blinker, I coughed for ten minutes straight and it was the most painful experience of my life.â Karina recalls, grimacing at the memory. âItâs perfect.â
âGreat.â Yeri says, smiling reassuringly at you before the three of you stop in front of the apartment door. Without a second thought, Yeri knocks three times on the door, stepping back to where you two are standing and waits with you for someone to open the door.
It opens a moment later to reveal Haechan standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other holding the door, and you wonder how such a simple stance has you short of breath.
He looks at Karina and Yeri, smiling pleasantly, before he locks eyes with you. Slowly wetting his lips, his eyes slowly drag up and down your frame, taking in your outfit and appearance before he meets your gaze once more and drops one eyelid into a flirtatious wink.
âCome on in,â he invites, stepping back to let Karina and Yeri in. When itâs your turn to pass, he moves closer, deliberately blocking part of your way so you have to brush by him to enter, and youâre sure itâs also no coincidence that heâs positioned himself so your chest has to brush against his. You swallow your nerves and continue walking past him, not daring to look back in case heâs looking at you; which, if today is anything like every other day you all hang out, he most certainly is.Â
Shutting the door behind you, Haechan follows after the three of you into the living room, but waits, standing, by the chair where Mark sitsâfor what, you donât know. You wave hello to Mark in his favorite armchair and Jeno on one end of the couch, who greet you pleasantly and resume their tasks of packing the bong and rolling a joint, respectively. Mildly confused but saying nothing at Haechanâs behavior, you take a seat at the other end of the couch, only for Haechan to move at last, crossing the living room to sit directly next to you.
Your throat dries up at the prospect of being so close to him, and you inhale shakily, wanting desperately to roll your eyes back in your head when you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.
Haechan doesnât say anything for a moment, just rests one elbow on his knee and observes you with his cheek in his palm. His expression is nothing short of desiring as he takes in your appearance, your burgundy pleated skirt and short-sleeved cream blouse apparently quite the fascinating little number to him, causing you to shift awkwardly in your seat and self-consciously tug your skirt down a bit.
âRelax,â he chuckles. âIâm staring at you because you look good,â Haechan compliments, eyeing you appreciatively. âYou always look good, though, but today⊠damn.â
You blink at him, stunned by the flirtatious lilt to his voice, and mumble, âOh.â
âOh?â he mimics you, chuckling, and you furrow your brows, frowning at his teasing. His brows lift up as his face brightens with amusement, and he shakes his head slowly with a smile.
âThank you.â you say softly, and he nods, smile widening.Â
âYouâre so cute.â he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at him, but he recaptures your attention when he snickers quietly and you meet his gaze to see heâs no longer looking at your eyes, but your lips, and thereâs a distinct longing in his stare that unnerves you and, if youâre honest, piques your curiosity. âDid you make it here okay?â
âYeah,â you mumble quietly, eyes shifting back and forth from his eyes to your lap before you give into temptation and look at his lips, regretting it instantly when they quirk up into a smirk as he catches you looking. âThe bus was basically empty, and it had heating today.â
âMm, thatâs good to hear,â he muses, running his fingers through his hair, and you attempt to hide the way you swallow thickly at the attractive sight. âWe donât want anyone pressing up against such a pretty girl and trying anything sleazy, right?â
âUmâŠâ you trail off, managing to restrain the reply on the tip of your tongue that Haechan is probably the most likely candidate to press up against you and try something sleazy.
â...Right.â he finishes for you, and you nibble your bottom lip.
â...Right.â you echo, and he grins.Â
âSo⊠Do you wanna smoke?â he asks.
âI do,â you confirm shyly, and he smiles slightly, no doubt amused by your nervousness.
âGood girl. Did you wanna hit my pen? Itâs pretty strong.â he offers, and you wonât lieâyour brain blanks for a minute at the praise, but youâre pretty sure you manage to recover just in time for Haechan not to notice anything. Â
âOkay,â you reply hesitantly, and he grins.
âGreatâgive me one second to get something.â he says before standing up and heading to the back of the apartment to his room. You wait fairly patiently, fingers lightly drumming on your knee as you wait for him to return.
âWhatâs up?â Mark asks curiously.
âHaechanâs getting something from his room.â you explain, and Mark nods slowly, lips pursed thoughtfully.
Haechan returns from the back of the apartment after a moment with a new cartridge in his hand. You watch with mild fascination as he deftly switches the cartridges in his pen, taking a test pull and holding it in for so much time, youâd swear heâs trying to show off.
When he looks over at you and winks before blowing it out, your suspicions are confirmed.Â
âThis strain is special,â Haechan murmurs to you, and his eyes drop to your lips as he continues, âitâs a âhornyâ strain.â
âA horny strain?â you mumble, confused, and he nods with a grin.
âIt heightens libido.â he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. âWant some?â
âThatâs not real,â Mark calls out from across the living room, and you crane your head to see him. âThereâs no actual science to back that up.â
Haechan scoffs, rolling his eyes. âNo one signed up for your TEDTalk on weed; save it.â
Mark grumbles something about misinformation being the death of society but remains otherwise silent.
Haechan calls your attention back to him with a simple clearing of the throat, and you look back at him to see his gaze heavy-lidded and sultry as he regards you, and you start to wonder if Mark might actually be the misinformed one.
âWant some?â he repeats his question from earlier, and you hesitate, making him roll his eyes and chuckle. âItâs not gonna bite you.â As you shift closer to take the pen from him, he holds it out of your reach with a glint in his eye. âI might, though,â he murmurs, and you swallow thickly.
He scans your frame, eyes lingering on your almost outstretched hand, and takes a slow, deep pull from the pen, not holding it in for nearly as long before heâs leaning towards you suddenly, making you yelp and draw back.
âRelax,â he mumbles, some of the smoke slipping from his mouth. He cups your chin in his hand and tugs gently to get you to open your mouth before leaning closer, so close that you fear your lips might touch, leading you to attempt to pull back; however, Haechanâs grip on your chin tightens, a clear sign to stay where you are, and he blows the smoke into your mouth slowly. Youâre deeply flustered at first, but your instincts kick in as you inhale the secondhand smoke, holding it in your lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing it back out.
When youâre done exhaling, you expect to pull back, but Haechanâs grip on you hasnât loosened, the male now studying your lips with an intensity in his gaze that gives you a twinge of anxiety and something else you donât have it in you to identify.Â
âYou ever shotgunned before?â he asks softly, and you shake your head as much as his hold on you will allow. âYou did a good job.â
âThanks,â you mumble meekly. âCan you let me go now?â
He rolls his eyes slowly, lips quirking into a cocky grin as he does just that, releasing your chin and sitting back. âIf you say so.â
âThanks,â you mutter quietly, and he flicks his brows upwards in acknowledgement, gaze scanning you before lingering for a moment by the side of your face. âWhat is it?â
âYou have something in your hair,â he says, gesturing to near your ear. When you fail to retrieve the foreign object, he tsks in dissatisfaction before leaning over and gently removing a single white feather from your hair. âProbably from the pillows.â he explains, the backs of his fingers gently grazing your ear as he pulls back. When you squirm away from his touch slightly, the contact too sensitive and ticklish, Haechan chuckles softly. âLook how nervous I make you.â His fingers return to your ear, gently stroking the shell of your ear, and your face blazes with embarrassment and something else as he hums softly. âEven your ear is hot. Do I make you hot anywhere else?â He drops his hand, fingers lightly skimming your upper thigh, and you just about jump out of your skin, cursing internally when you see the delight in his expression.
âThanks for getting the feather out of my hair,â you say in a desperate attempt to navigate the conversation elsewhere, but it seems Haechan isnât quite set on letting you off that easily.
âOh, come on,â he presses, sitting closer to you and leaning so close you can smell his (delicious) cologne. âDonât tell me your heart isnât racing right now.â
It is, you think grimly. Thatâs exactly what Iâm trying to avoid.
âHaechan, leave the poor girl alone,â Karina calls from the other end of the couch, and the momentary waver in Haechanâs attention on you as his eyes dart elsewhere is all you need to scoot further back and smooth your skirt out with a vigorous clearing of your throat.
When Haechan looks back over at you, youâve thankfully managed to regain a semblance of your composure, your gaze politely but pointedly focused at your hands in your lap.
âPretty girl, you want another hit of the pen?â Haechan offers, and you think back to the way Haechan clutched your chin earlier to shotgun you, finally shaking your head in refusal. âOkay,â he relents, reaching into his back pocket for something and frowning before pulling out an empty hand. âI have something for you.â he says before standing up and heading back to his room.
He emerges once more with a half of a red gummy cube sticking out of his mouth, sitting back down on the couch and draping his arm over the back so itâs ghosting just over your shoulders. âBite,â he urges through closed teeth, and you shoot him a wary look. âBite,â he stresses, and you falter, not sure if you should.
âIs it an edible?â you ask cautiously, and he rolls his eyes, an amused chuckle leaving him.Â
âYes. Bite.â Itâs not a request, and instead of getting huffy about him bossing you around, youâre more surprised than anyone else when you lean in and carefully bite the other end of the gummy, tugging your half away from his mouth before chewing it. Itâs sweet and sugary, but thereâs a definite strong aftertaste, a tongue-drying, almost numbing sensation that reminds you it was more than just a little snack. âSee, you donât mind sharing with me, right?â
You donât answer, instead sitting back and pulling out your phone to fire off a quick text to your group chat consisting of the two girls sitting a little ways away from you and your fourth roommate, Yurin, who usually frequents these hangout sessions but had to pass this time to study for midterms.
you [18:11pm] SOS
you [18:11pm] he keeps being all TOUCHY TOUCHY what do i do?
You set your phone down on the couch face down and stand up, heading to the bathroom to calm your nerves.Â
Little do you know, your phone buzzes while youâre gone, Haechanâs curiosity getting the better of him as he flips your phone over.Â
Luckily for him, and very unluckily for you, you donât have a privacy setting on your Messages app notifications, meaning that any incoming texts can be read by any prying eyes, no passcode necessary.
yurin big trouble mister [18:14pm] maybe tell him how you get all TOUCHY TOUCHY with yourself to the thought of him đ
karina bo bina [18:16pm] god could you be any more crass??
yurin big trouble mister [18:17pm] LMAOOO i couldnât help it the joke was right there
yeri berry [18:18pm] youâre laughing. our dear friend is about to get consumed by a weed smoking incubus and youâre laughing.
Haechan snorts to himself in amusement, deliberately leaving your phone face-up for your return. You enter the room shortly after, picking up your phone and scrolling through your notifications with a small frown bordering on a grimace.
âWhatâs got you all upset, pretty?â Haechan asks, feigning curiosity, and you flinch, locking your phone and tossing it in your lap in a panic. âAnd now youâre jumpy, too? Whatâs on that phone thatâs got you so stressed out, hm?âÂ
âNothing,â you answer far too quickly for your liking.Â
âI donât think itâs nothing,â Haechan persists, voice lowering in pitch and volume as he moves closer to you, eyes bright with excitement and something else you canât quite place. âI think thereâs something incriminating on that phone.â
âIncriminating?â you mumble, dazed and flustered, and Haechan nods slowly, lips curling into a wolfish grin.Â
âIncriminating like⊠nudes, maybe,â he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and at the sight of your confused face, shakes his head. âThat must not be it. Maybe a message of some sort⊠from a friendâŠâ You freeze as you realize exactly whatâs going on, and Haechanâs grin only widens now that he can tell you know that he knows. âWonder what you look like when you⊠how did she put it? âGet all touchy touchy with yourselfâ to the thought of me.âÂ
âHaechan,â you murmur, heart rate quickening as you try to think of any possible way out of this conversation. âItâs not what you think it is.â
âI think itâs exactly what I think it is.â he counters with a mischievous wiggle of his brows, and you whimper in panic, desire starting to blaze in his eyes at the sound.Â
âWhat were you doing looking at my phone, anyway?â you accuse, cursing to yourself as your voice shakes slightly.
âIâm nosy,â is all he offers in response. âAnd, oh, please, you wanted me to see that text. You wanted me to know that late at night,â he teases, pulling your hand closest to him away as you squeal and try to cover your ears, âyou touch your pretty little pussy,â he forces your hand back down between you two with a chuckle, âand think about me.â
âCould you lower your voice, please?â you mumble nervously, and he just laughs.
âYou donât want everyone to know that youâre into me, do you?â he remarks, and you swallow thickly, looking down at your lap. âIâll keep your little secret. For a price.â
You study him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously. âWhat price?â
He strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning back and draping his arm behind you on the couch. âIâll let you know.â His voice is teasing but thereâs an ominous edge to his voice that makes you gulp.
âHey, Yeri?â you call, and her attention is on you instantly. âRemember when, um, you hit that blinker earlier? Howâs your throat feeling?â
Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly in understanding and she rubs her throat gingerly, frowning deeply. âItâs still sore. Wanna come get some water with me?â
âYes,â you accept the offer gratefully and practically spring up from the couch, following after Yeri and ignoring, to the best of your ability, Haechanâs little snicker from behind you.
âYou wanna switch seats?â Yeri asks in a low, concerned voice as you two enter the kitchen, and she laughs when you hesitate.
âI mean, I like it, I just⊠need a quick break.â you mumble, and she nods, pouring herself a glass of water. âCould you guys, um, hear him earlier?â
âNo⊠why?â she scrutinizes you, and you blink, flustered.Â
âHe saw the group chat texts.â you mutter, and her eyes widen in alarm, setting her glass down a bit too harshly, the loud clink resonating throughout the room.
âIâm gonna kill Yurin.â she hisses.
âNot if I get there first.â you huff, and she snickers. Footsteps sound out from the living room, making their way to the kitchen, and Yeri pauses. âItâs not Haechan,â you assure her. âI think itâs Karina.â
Sure enough, Karina enters the kitchen, and Yeri looks at you in surprise. âHowâd you know?â
âI recognize the footsteps.â you explain with a shrug. âPlus, the guys are wearing house slippers and weâre in, like, socks, so it makes a different sound.â
âOkay, little miss super spy.â Yeri teases with a laugh, and you giggle, pushing her playfully. âHave you recovered, you think?â
âYeah,â you confirm, smiling. âIâm ready to go back out there.â
âWhatâd I miss?â Karina whines, and Yeri looks at you expectantly.
âHaechan saw the texts about me⊠at night⊠that Yurin sent.â you explain carefully, and Karina lets out a loud gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth.
âIâm killing her.â she groans, and you and Yeri chuckle.
âGet in line, girl.â Yeri says, and Karina snorts in amusement.
âYouâre gonna be okay if we go back out there, right?â Karina asks worriedly, and youâre briefly overcome with appreciation for your friends.
âIâll be okay, Iâm pretty sure. Iâll just say blinker again if anything goes wrong.â you confirm, nodding resolutely, and the crease between Karinaâs brows fades away as she relaxes.
You three make your way back to the living room, fully preparing to sit back down, but thankfully, before Haechan can torment you further, Jeno inadvertently saves your life and whateverâs left of your dignity by standing up from the couch abruptly and clapping his hands together. âIâm hungry. Diner?â
âI would kill for waffles,â Karina agrees, and Mark and Haechan also stand and start to grab their belongings as you all make your way to the door and slip your shoes on.Â
As you shuffle between Yeri and Karina for protection and wait as the elevator descends to the indoor garage of the apartment complex, a tickle starts to build in your throat, making you clear it quietly, then more insistently when the sensation persists.Â
âYou okay?â Haechan asks, hand poised over your back to pat it in assistance, and you nod.
âMy throat is just⊠a little dry,â you mumble, and Haechan nods in understanding, reaching into his jacket and handing you a Blow Pop. âThanks,â you mutter, pleasantly surprised as you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth. By the time the doors open on the garage floor, the flavored saliva produced by the sweet treat sitting in your cheek has almost entirely soothed your throat, and youâre feeling significantly better.Â
The six of you make your way to where Jenoâs and Haechanâs cars are parked beside each other and stand behind the two cars, silently deliberating amongst yourselves.
âWell, I call shotgun.â Mark calls out, and Jeno unlocks his car, Mark sliding into the passenger seat.
âThereâs no way all six of us are gonna cram into Jenoâs car,â Yeri remarks incredulously.Â
âYeah, definitely not, because my middle backseatâs seat belt isnât working and the airbag sensors are fucked up, so itâs a seat belt or nothing in my car.â Jeno laments, and your skin starts to crawl as you realize where this might be heading.Â
âSo your car only seats four⊠and there are six of usâŠâ you say slowly, pulling the lollipop from your lips with a muted wet pop that has Haechan eyeing you like a lion about to corner the slowest gazelle of the herd. Usually, there are seven of you, so even if you had to ride with Haechan, thereâd be a third body present in the form of the lovably boisterous Yurin.
Curse Yurinâs midterms, and curse Yurin for sending that text, and curse yourself for leaving your phone where Haechan could see, and curse Haechan for being nosyâ
âIâll ride with Haechan,â Karina offers, noticing the way you become more and more quiet as you sink further into your worries.Â
âNo, you wonât.â Haechan says, leaning against his passenger door. Everyone looks over at him, and he just pushes off of the door, opening it and pointing directly at you. âGet in.â
âOh, gosh.â you mumble, and youâre not sure if itâs the weed effect making you feel sluggish or youâre really that apprehensive, but you feel a bit like a puppet with sandbags for shoes, your feet hesitantly shuffling, dragging, scuffling towards Haechanâs passenger door.
âItâs an eight-minute drive,â Yeri calls to you sympathetically, and you nod, shooting her a feeble thumbs up that you donât even believe. âWeâll see you soon!âÂ
âYeah,â you croak, feeling very much like a lamb being led to slaughter, and Haechan smiles sweetly at you, baring all his teeth as you sit in his car. He closes the passenger door and crosses over to the driverâs side, opening the door and getting in.Â
When Haechan finishes settling down into the driverâs seat, checking his mirror views and pulling up the GPS to the diner, he straps himself in and looks over at you, eyes scanning your frame for somethingâyou donât quite know what. Seemingly done with his inspection, he leans closer to you without warning and reaches for the seat belt buckle in your chair, pulling it out and over your body as he clicks it into place. The whole while, heâs invading your personal space, your breath catching in your throat as you realize his face is close enough to yours that you could probably count his lashes if you wanted to.
He turns his head ever so slightly, eyes locking on yours, and you blink rapidly in alarm, rendered immobile as he studies your face.
âYou look so cute, all innocent and helpless like this.â he murmurs softly, and the tiniest of squeaks escapes you, his eyes flashing with glee at the sound. âNow stop looking at me like that,â he warns, âor Iâll kiss you.â
You blanch, trying immediately to make any other expression than the one you didnât even know you were sporting, and he chuckles before sitting back in his seat and starting his car. He turns the air conditioning onâa strange choice, considering itâs a bit nippy outsideâand pulls out of his spot, starting to drive towards the diner.
It doesnât take long for you to get cold, goosebumps gradually appearing on your arms and legs, but youâre a bit too nervous to say anything, instead suffering in silence. You clasp your hands together in your lap, rubbing them together for warmth, and, as he stops at a red light, Haechan looks over at you, watching in fascination as you shift in your seat for any sort of friction that could warm you. After a moment, you notice his eyes fixated pointedly on your chest, and you spare a glance down to see, to your alarm, that your nipples are hard, starting to poke through your clothing, and you curse internally for wearing a thin, lacy bra that does nothing to conceal your stiffened buds.
He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking in what seems like satisfaction, before refocusing his attention on the road. You cross your arms over your chest protectively, tucking your fingers into the crooks of your elbows as he drives down the road.
âWeâre here,â he announces after some time, pulling into a parking spot in front of the diner and turning the car off. The cold air blowing through the vents shuts off, much to your relief, and you unbuckle your seat belt before he gets the chance, practically flinging yourself out of the car into the significantly less cold night air.
As you all file into the diner, you notice a man staring very pointedly at you and your bare legs and your chest, where your nipples have yet to go down.Â
Haechan scans the room, catches sight of the man, and follows his gaze back to where you stand, his jaw clenching.
âPut this on,â Haechan murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and offering it to you. You start to take it, eager for warmth, but pause, looking at him suspiciously.
âWhy?â
His gaze flicks over your shoulder at where the man from earlier sits, and understanding dawns on you. âJustâput it on for me?âÂ
You nod, gratefully accepting the jacket, and Haechan steps closer, draping it over your shoulders and helping you put your arms through the sleeves.Â
âThank you,â you say quietly, and he nods.
âYou look cute in my jacket.â he remarks with a small smirk, and your cheeks warm.
âThank you,â you mumble, and he trails his tongue along his bottom lip before gesturing for you to follow after him with a jerk of his head, a quick peek past him revealing the hostess whoâs arrived to take you all to your seats.
When you arrive at the booth, Haechanâs right by you, gesturing for you to go in first. You do so without complaint, preferring the inner seat anyway, but itâs when Haechan slides in next to you that you realize your mistake as he closes you into the booth corner, the main obstacle between you and freedom from, well, him.
As the hostess passes out menus and you all start to look them over, you feel the side of his hand resting against the side of your thigh, making you attempt to shift away from his hand, the touch too intimate for you to handle at the moment.
Somehow, his hand finds its way back against your leg, palm turned up slightly as he lightly grazes his fingertips along your thigh, and you suck in a sharp breath, doing your best to pass it off as a cough when Haechan looks over at you, eyes twinkling with amusement.
âI think Iâm gonna get the breakfast platter,â Yeri says excitedly. âIt comes with pancakes, eggs prepared how you want them, homefries, and your choice of meat.âÂ
âThat sounds so good,â you reply thoughtfully. âI think I want a burger.âÂ
âYeah, a burger sounds good,â Haechan agrees, eyes slowly sliding over to study your reaction as he flattens his palm against your leg, slowly sliding it up to caress your upper thigh. Your reaction must be nothing short of rewarding, as you jolt so forcefully that you shake the table slightly, and he chuckles softly.
âYou okay, girl?â Karina asks, worried, and you nod, swallowing thickly.
âI just, umâŠfelt a tickle on my ankle. Thought it was a bug or something.â you mumble, and she nods, eyebrows still furrowed in concern.
âI know I said waffles earlier, but I kind of want these barbecue ribs,â Karina says, pointing at an entry on the menu, but you can barely make your gaze focus on where her finger touches the menu because Haechanâs hand is still very much on your thigh, and to make matters worse, you think you like it.
His hand slides up higher, the side of his thumb slipping under the hem of your skirt, and you raise your glass to your lips in an attempt to act natural, hoping and praying no one notices the way your hand is shaking slightly.
Haechan leans in closer to you, murmuring in your ear, âThis must be a dream come true for you, huh?â He grips your thigh firmly, not even attempting to play it off as a casual touch anymore, and you barely manage to stifle your yelp of surprise in time. âMust have been wanting this for so long,â he breathes secretively, smiling lips grazing the shell of your ear so subtly, no one else would notice unless they were paying unnaturally close attention.
You, however, do notice. Not only do you notice, but you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, the sudden movement making the water in your cup slosh forward and spill out slightly, a few droplets dripping down your chin.
You suck your teeth in mild irritation, glaring at Haechan as you reach for your napkin, but heâs faster, his free hand coming up and wiping the liquid off of your chin. Â
âUm, thanks.â you mumble, and he nods, locking eyes with you as he licks at the pad of his thumb, cleaning off the water droplets with his mouth. âOh, dear Neptune.â you whisper to yourself, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the moment. âWhere is this waitressâI need to eat something.â
âYeah, we should let her know weâre ready to order,â Mark says, waving a hand out to flag down the waitress. As she approaches, you sneak a peek at Haechan, whose expression is surprisingly calm and neutral given the sensual, slow circles heâs drawing on your upper thigh with his thumb.
Haechanâs hand slips further in between your legs, getting dangerously close to your core, and you decide thatâs enough play time for him, clamping your legs together forcefully.
âYou trapped my hand, pretty girl,â he points out with a growing grin, and you ignore him even as he continues, âI didnât know you liked it that much.â
You still donât give him a response, staring stubbornly out the booth window, and he chuckles before withdrawing his hand from your legs with such ease that you wonder if he was ever really stuck there.
âOh, weâre doing the silent treatment? Copy that.â he muses, nodding slowly in understanding, and you canât help but wonder what else he has in store for you.
Today, the energy in the room is entirely differentâand you donât like it one bit.
Haechan wonât even acknowledge you today; his eyes skip over you when he scans the room like youâre not even there, or, worse, he seems to be looking completely through you at times, completely unaffected by your presence.
âGirl, did you piss Haechan off or something?â Yeri whispers to you, and your brows knit together as you shake your head. âHe hasnât made a single move on you all day.â
âI know,â you mutter bitterly.
âMaybe heâs sick,â Karina supplies in an attempt to help, but her words practically fall on deaf ears as you stare burning holes into the side of his face as he laughs at something Mark said.
âIâm about to be sick,â you mumble, your stomach twisting uncomfortably as your somewhat secret crush that used to be obsessed with you treats you like youâre nothing more than a couch cushion.
You donât know whatâs come over you, but when Haechan gets up and heads towards the kitchen. you find yourself standing to follow, mumbling that youâll be right back to Karina.
Haechan stands with his back to you at the kitchen island, pouring a can of somethingâit looks like Monsterâinto a glass, and you take a moment to admire his slender yet lean build, the curve of his shoulders and the perfectly mussed up state of his hairâ
âI know youâre there, you know.â he says calmly, and your eyes widen as you immediately attempt to look busy doing anything other than blatantly ogling him. He turns right when youâve reached for a bag of Ruffles chips and raises an eyebrow expectantly. âYou have something you want to say?â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, slightly thrown off-guard, and he blinks at you impassively.
âI noticed you staring at me,â is all he says in response, and you blanch, pursing your lips carefully.
âHaechan, are you mad at me?â you ask softly, and he smirks.
âAnd why do you ask that?â
You fidget with the hem of your skirt nervously, averting your gaze to look at the granite countertop. âWell, you⊠havenât talked to me all night.â
Haechan doesnât say anything for a concerningly long time, prompting you to look up at him and immediately wish you hadnât. He looks beyond smug, and painfully attractive as he leans in slightly, not close enough to get in your space but close enough to send a thrill down your spine.Â
âYou were giving me the silent treatment the other day, right?â he reminds you, and you hesitate, realizing you were the cause for his radio silence. âI was just returning the favor.â
âWell, donât.â you say with a frown, and he raises his eyebrows, amused and surprised.
âWhy not? Did you miss me or something?â he teases, and you balk, losing all your nerve as quickly as youâd found it.
âNo!â you answer quickly, and he arches an eyebrow skeptically, prompting you to continue, âNo, I justââ
âYou and I donât really talk much, anyway,â Haechan muses, leaning his back against the island as he regards you with a cocky glint in his eyes. âSo what is it you really miss, hm?â
âWellââ you struggle to find your words, and something softens in Haechanâs gaze, the cocky twinkle now accompanied with a smile bordering dangerously on fondness.
âYou miss me messing with you, donât you?â he asks, and at your lack of response, nods in confirmation. âYou miss me touching you?â he questions, dragging out the syllables excruciatingly slowly. He sucks his teeth when you still donât reply and says, âI know you do. You know you do. Now just admit it.â
âI canât,â you protest weakly, and he shrugs, raising his hands in surrender.
âYou want me to touch you again? Give me what I want.â He sounds dead serious and painfully unwavering on his stance, prompting you to whimper quietly to yourself, too wrapped up in your own nerves to notice the way his eyes darken at the sound of your desperation.
âI want you to touch me.â you mumble shamefully, and his lips quirk up into the beginnings of a smile.Â
âCome here; say it again.â he urges, beckoning you closer, and you hesitate, making a challenge flash in his expression before heâs poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek and chuckling. âDonât make me come over there.â
âI want you,â you say, âto touch me,â you repeat your words from earlier, trying desperately to look anywhere but at him.
You can see him crossing the distance between you in your peripheral vision, your insides tensing with anticipation as he gets closer and closer. To your utter disappointment, he continues to walk as if heâs going to pass you, only pausing to tilt his head to the side in a patronizing display of faux sympathy.
âGood girl. Now, was that so hard?â he chuckles, not even giving you a chance to respond before he continues his path out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
What in the absolute hell did you just get yourself into?
Youâre coming back from the bathroom when you quite literally almost run into Haechan in the hallway.Â
âSorry,â you say, stepping to the side to get past, but he steps to the same side. You laugh awkwardly before stepping to the other side, only for him to do the same, his movements far too calculated to be a mistake, and you come to the realization that heâs intentionally blocking your path. âHaechan?â you ask quietly, nervousness creeping into your voice, and he chuckles.
He takes a step towards you, prompting you to take a cautious one backwards, and his smile widens as he advances on you, slowly but surely herding you back towards the bathroom. When your back hits the nearby wall, your eyes widen, and he mocks you, briefly widening his eyes in faux surprise before flicking his brows up suggestively and placing one hand on the wall by your head on the side you could escape from, successfully trapping you in a makeshift corner.Â
âYouâre so cute, really.â Haechan sighs, smiling fondly at you, but thereâs a devious twinkle in his eye as he regards you.
As he closes in on you, your body is alight with nerves and anticipation, and you decide to try again, feebly calling, â...Haechan?â
âShh, shh, shh,â he quiets you soothingly, reaching up with his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. âDonât act like you donât want this, baby.â As if to prove his point, he presses his knee between your legs, thigh pressing up against your clothed core, and a poorly restrained moan bubbles up in your throat.
âHaechanââ you whine, and he shoots you a smug smile.
âSee, baby? I know you want it. You know I want it. Thatâs why you always wear these tiny fucking skirts whenever you come over,â he states, hand dropping from your face to tug at the hem of your skirt, and you gaspâboth at the sudden yanking and the insistent pressing of his thigh against your core. âYou like it when I do this. Bet you were waiting for me to slip my hands under your skirt to touch you.â
âMm-mm,â you protest, but the way your hips move against him, rolling back and forth and grinding wantonly in search of relief, is telling another story, Haechan arching a brow skeptically.Â
âMm, no? You donât like it? But, wait⊠what was that you said in the kitchen earlier?â he questions, a taunting lilt to his words. ââI want you to touch me,ââ he echoes your earlier request in a poor imitation of your voice. âWell, Iâm touching you, babyâdonât you like it?â When your only reply is a small nod, he shakes his head disapprovingly, gaze darkening. âWords.â
âYes,â you whimper, breath catching in your throat when he rewards you with a firm upwards press of his thigh into your core. Your movements speed up slightly as you feel that familiar tightening sensation in your abdomen, your climax not far ahead.
âAre you gonna cum just like this?â he asks, and thereâs a hint of amusement to his words but itâs almost entirely overtaken by the heavy desire in his voice.Â
âMm-hm,â you whine softly, your desperation peaking as your high gets closer and closer.Â
âBeg me to let you cum.â he urges, and youâre already so far gone that your shame is all but done away with.
âPlease, Haechan, can I cum?â you pant urgently, a slight pleading quality to your words as you feel the beginnings of your climax, pleasure blooming between your legs in a gush of warmth. âPlease?â you whimper, and something in him snaps, Haechan lurching forward and cupping your face in his hands to hold you in place as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing along your lower lip as you tremble and moan weakly into his mouth.Â
When you move to pull away to breathe, he clutches your face more firmly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring at his leisure, all the while ignoring your muffled, plaintive cries for air.Â
âHaechan, I canât breathe,â you rasp out finally, and he lets you go with a shaky inhale and an unmistakable reluctance.Â
âYou are so goddamn addicting.â he pants, and his hands drop to your hips, resuming the motions you werenât aware youâd stopped. âKeep going.â
His hands keep guiding your movements, practically dragging you back and forth on his thigh as he kisses you again. This kiss is messier than the last as he sucks on your tongue and pulls back to trail his lips down your neck, stopping just above your pulse point and sucking hard, a gasp escaping you at the pleasurable sensation.
âMine,â he grunts against your throat, sinking his teeth into a new patch of skin and sucking there, too, without a doubt leaving some form of mark behind. âAll fucking mine.â he repeats, clutching your hips tighter and dragging you up his leg and closer to him, lips parting from your neck with a loud, wet pop and connecting with yours eagerly. âGonna fucking ruin you, princess.â
âHaeââ you barely get the first syllable of his name out before heâs sealing his mouth over yours again, fingers creeping into the kiss to pry your mouth open.
âOpen,â he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration. When you oblige, he taps your tongue impatiently until you let it hang out of your mouth, Haechan sucking in a deep breath as he eyes you appreciatively. Without any warning or preamble, Haechan spits directly onto your tongue, and you whimper, voice cracking slightly. âSwallow. Iâm gonna do it again.â You swallow his saliva, the extra moisture in your mouth jarring but not unwelcome, and return to your previous pose of your mouth open with your tongue hanging out.Â
He grins and leans in again, hovering over your waiting tongue as he drops a long, clear string of saliva from his puckered lips down to your mouth. âDonât swallow.â He pulls back from you slightly and pushes his middle and ring finger into your mouth, the cool silver of his ring catching your taste buds as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, gliding them against your tongue to collect as much wetness as he can. âGood girl,â he coos, pleased, and youâre embarrassed by the rush of warmth between your legs that appears at the praise. âNeed them nice and wet for you.â
Not wasting a minute, he snakes his slick, spit-covered fingers past the band of your underwear and starts to stroke over your folds, digits gliding amongst your arousal with embarrassing ease.Â
âYouâre a mess down here,â he remarks, eyes alight with glee and something wild, primal as he teases you. âYou like me that much? Hm?â He seems not to need an answer as he grins cockily at you, eyes scanning your face intently to drink in your every reaction to his touch, no matter how small. He trails his fingers up, up, up until heâs brushing the underside of your clit, and you jolt, flinching away.Â
âHaechan, thatâs sensitiveââ
âI know, baby,â he coos. âThatâs exactly why Iâm doing it.â With the hand not currently in your underwear, he laces his fingers with yours, the back of his hand pressed against the palm of your own, and trails your linked hands down your body to join his other hand in your underwear. âShow me,â he rasps, and you blink at him, too far gone to fully understand exactly what he means. âShow me how you do it when youâre aloneâwhen you think of me.â
Cheeks blazing, you realize youâre in no position to refuse, so you guide his hand into massaging your clit in circles, your abdomen tensing reflexively whenever his fingers graze the sensitive underside of your clit.Â
âTalk to me, baby.â he urges gently, and you whine in protest, the fire in your face increasing nearly tenfold. âWanna hear that pretty voice tell me how you touch your little pussy.â
âI just rub it in circles like this,â you mumble, voice slightly husky with desire, and the shift doesnât go unnoticed, if the intensifying of Haechanâs gaze means anything.Â
âYou donât go inside?â he asks softly, and you shake your head.
âDoesnât feel good when I do it,â you whimper, and he sucks in air sharply, swearing under his breath as he watches your face twist in pleasure. Itâs all too much for you, having his undivided attention on you like this, and you look away, a shudder traveling through your body as another climax approaches.
âLook at me,â he coaxes, and you reluctantly oblige, pleading eyes locking on his as your peak gets closer by the second. âOnly look at me.â
âOkay,â you agree, the last syllable coming out like more of a squeak, and he smiles brilliantly, the hand not pleasuring you slipping out of your underwear and lifting your shirt up to reveal your breasts in your thin, lacy light blue bra. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples through the fabric and starts to suck, tongue swirling around the stiffening bud so wetly that his saliva starts to darken the fabric, the warmth of his spit seeping through the fabric.Â
He sucks at your nipples with an almost ferocity, alternating breasts like he canât get enough of either, and his hand snakes around your back to unclasp your bra, Haechan pushing the garment out of the way as soon as itâs loose and latching onto your nipple with a low groan of satisfaction.
As he flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue, his fingers stroke you closer and closer to your high until youâre so close you can practically taste the sweet, heady feeling of ecstasy. âShow me what you sound like when you cum, baby.â
âOhâshitâoh, my God,â you hiss as your eyes screw shut tight, pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm travels through your system. âFeels so good,â you whimper, and he hums in agreement.
âSay my name, baby.â
âHaechanââ you moan wantonly, and he lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl as he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.
He doesnât stop attending to your breasts until heâs certain heâs milked every last second of bliss from your body, alternating between sucking and flicking and swirling his tongue around the buds until you go limp, your body slumping against the wall for support.Â
Finally, he pulls his arousal-coated fingers from your underwear, trailing them over your bottom lip before pushing the digits into your mouth to suck.Â
You do so with an embarrassing amount of eagerness, and are just as surprised as Haechan when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you whine in protest.
His brows shoot up into his hairline and you feel heat blazing furiously in your cheeks as he regards you with a mix of surprise and an expression that looks close to impressed.
âYou like to suck, yeah?â he murmurs, and you nod hesitantly. Something flashes in his dark eyes, and he grins. âWanna suck something bigger?â
Hesitant but undoubtedly excited, you nod, and he wets his lips before setting about unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans.Â
As he does, you slowly sink to your knees, and when he looks up from his pants to see you kneeling before him, he lets out a loud swear that you fear might blow your cover.
As you stare in awe at his impressive size, you realize youâre less worried about getting caught than you are about having to stop. He watches you watch him with amusement and fascination, but the undercurrent of desire runs strong as he clicks his tongue to get your attention.Â
You look up at him, and he licks his lips, exhaling a small puff of air before wrapping a hand around his base.
âThis is the prettiest sight Iâve ever laid eyes on,â he praises, and you smile, heat rising to your cheeks once more. Lowering himself slightly, he cups your breasts, pressing them together and grunting, âIâm gonna fuck these one day. But now?â he says, releasing them and stroking your chin affectionately. âIâm gonna fuck this pretty mouth.â
âYou ever suck someone off, baby?â he asks in a low voice, and you shake your head, making his eyes slide shut in bliss as he squeezes himself harder. âFuck, Iâm your first?â
âYes,â you mumble shyly, and he coos affectionately at you, leaning down slightly to cup your chin with his free hand.Â
âRemember when you were sucking that little lollipop the other day?â he asks, and you nod. âItâs kind of like that. Use your tongue, and the wetter it is, the better.â
You nod carefully and sit forward, letting your jaw drop open.Â
âFuck, baby. Tongue out for me?â he grunts, and you oblige, letting your tongue drop out of your mouth and lie flat for him. âSo good, baby, just like that,â he encourages, leaning forward and guiding the head of his cock into your mouth.Â
It feels strange but not unwelcome, and you suck gently at the head of his cock, more focused on using your tongue to explore the intrusion in your mouth. Based on the way Haechanâs breathing shallows and quickens, you suspect youâre doing a pretty good job.
âBaby, youâre so good at this,â he groans, his head tipping back before it snaps back up as he seemingly realizes heâd rather watch you. âMouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock like that.â
You can only manage a whimper as you boldly press forward, taking more of his length into your mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you swirl your tongue around his length before tentatively flicking it over the slit in the head of his cock. He groans weakly and, emboldened, you do it again, Haechan letting out a delicious little grunt that spurs you to kick it up another notch.
You start to bob your head, doing your best to alternate between bobbing and licking, and Haechan shudders deeply, his hand releasing the rest of his cock and moving to cup the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair.Â
âJust like thatâfuckââ he hisses, biting his lip as he watches you suck him off, skill increasing with every movement. When you push forward a bit too suddenly, eager to impress him, you choke briefly on his length, throat constricting slightly as your gag reflex activates slightly. âOh, shitââ
Despite the slight ache to the back of your throat, you keep sucking, moving forward slower this time to allow your throat time to adjust to his size. When you massage the underside of his tip with your tongue, wet muscle gliding over the ridge of skin, he moans your name and itâs one of the most rewarding sounds you think youâve ever heard.
âSo good,â he pants as you bob your head up and down, and his length twitches in your mouth, giving you a hint that heâs close. âGonna cum, baby.â
You move your head faster, sucking his length to the best of your ability with all the tricks you just learned, and his fingers grip your hair tightly as he spills into your mouth, his hips sluggishly thrusting forward as he shallowly fucks your mouth.Â
âYou,â he grunts, helping you to your feet so youâre face to face and kissing you deeply, âare a fast little learner.â His tongue slips between your lips and he explores your mouth eagerly, licking at your tongue and inner cheeks as you whimper, dizzied by the fervor of his kisses.Â
âBaby,â he mumbles into the kiss, the urgency in his voice waking you up slightly, âI wanna eat you out. Can I taste you, princess?â When you nod, he grins brilliantly. âGonna make you feel so good.â
He drops to his knees and slides his hands up from your ankles, hands slipping under your skirt to caress your hips. Pulling your underwear off, he drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, warm, slender fingers spreading apart your folds to get a better look at you.
When you whine softly in embarrassment, he shushes you gently, murmuring, âI just want to admire you for a second, baby, please?â He ducks his head under your skirt and sucks in a sharp breath when heâs met with the sight of your core, folds glistening with your arousal. âPrettiest pussy Iâve ever seen,â he breathes in awe, and before you can reply, his mouth is on you, upper lip resting just above your clit as his tongue strokes along your folds indulgently.
âOh, my God,â you whisper, stumbling back slightly to lean against the wall behind you. Haechan moves with you fluidly, massaging your clit with his tongue as his fingers clutch your thighs, kneading the flesh with greedy, rough movements.
Tongue moving downwards towards your entrance, he prods the tip of it against your hole, chuckling when you jolt and squirm under his actions. âDonât be shy, baby, I just want to taste.â
You nod even though he canât see you, and he must be able to tell, because his tongue pushes forward, slowly breaching your entrance. You suck in a loud breath as his tongue delves further into you, occasionally coming out to slurp up the arousal dripping from your hole.Â
âTastes so good, baby,â he moans, his nose rubbing against your clit as he slowly starts to move his tongue in and out inside of you. The feeling is strange but amazing, a slightly ticklish element to the pleasure youâre receiving as he tongue-fucks you.Â
Slurping loudly and moaning even louder, Haechan loses himself in your core, alternating between tongue-fucking you and licking at your folds and clit, leaving sloppy wet kisses that make your mind spin.
âYeah, you like that?â he grunts, sucking at your clit hard before slipping his tongue out to stroke the sensitive underside of the sensitive bud. âYou like when I kiss your pretty pussy? Hm? Do you like it when I make out with your sweet little pussy?â
âYes,â you whimper, fingers clutching at his head over your skirt. When you get a good grip on him, you start to pull him closer, wanting more of his touch.
âAlways so goodâso shy and innocent.â Haechan murmurs, words slightly muffled from his oral ministrations on your pussy. âNow look at you; look how bad youâre being.â
âHaechan, please,â you breathe, and he turns his head to suck at your inner thighs, no doubt leaving a mark or two in his wake.
âWanna see just how bad I can make you be.â he coos before surging forward to lap at your core eagerly, losing himself once more in the taste of you. âFucking delicious, baby, you taste so good for me.â
He sucks and licks and kissesâeven nibbles a bitâuntil your legs are shaking and your grip on his hair is iron-clad. You briefly consider the extremely compromising position someone might find you in if one of your friends walked down the hall and are surprised to find that not only do you not care, but thereâs even a smidge of excitement when you think about getting caught like this, with Haechanâs head under your skirt and your breasts exposed.
âHaechan, IâmâI think Iâm gonnaââ you pant out, and he nods fervently, tongue slipping out of your entrance to flick your clit back and forth rapidly, a sharp whine slipping from you.
âCum for me, babyâcum all on my tongue.â he urges, pulling you closer as he feverishly laps at your clit and entrance, shaking his head from side to side rapidly to run his tongue along your core back and forth. âThatâs it, pretty girl, just let go.â he purrs, coaxing your climax out of you, and you do just that, letting the coil wound tight in your abdomen snap and letting the pleasure flood through your body.
âHaechanââ you whimper, and he hums soothingly as his tongue massages your clit once more, thoroughly milking your orgasm for all its worth. When the trembling of your legs has calmed down slightly and youâve started to breathe normally once more, he pops his head out from under your skirt and winks up at you, chin and lips covered in your arousal.
âYouâre addicting, baby; could eat your pussy for hours.â he says as he rises to his feet. A look downwards grants you the sight of his erection, fully hard once more, and you swallow thickly before looking up at him only to see that heâs already watching you with a small grin on his face. âThink you can handle one more?â
Youâre nodding before you even realize it, and Haechan beams at you, drawing closer and closer until youâre flat against the wall.Â
Nudging your legs apart, he settles between them and aligns his tip with your entrance, looking up from where your bodies meet to your face.
âReady, baby?â he asks, and you nod carefully, eyes drifting back down from his face to where the thick head of his length presses against your core. âGood girl,â he breathes before pushing into you slowly, covering your mouth with his palm as you gasp out loudly. âBaby, theyâll catch us if you keep making noise like that.â
âS-Sorry,â you stammer, but itâs a muffled apology given that Haechanâs hand is still firmly clasped over your mouth. âSo full,â you whisper in awe, and he chuckles lowly in your ear, lips pressing to the spot just behind your lobe.Â
âFeel so tight around me, baby,â he grunts, his labored breathing in your ear telling you that heâs just as affected as you are. âSo fucking goodââ
âHaechan, move,â you whisper urgently as he bottoms out in you, and he obliges, pulling out to the tip and pushing into you again. A loud whoosh of air escapes your lungs, and he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, making you let out a loud whimper that would have been much louder had Haechanâs hand not muffled it.
âIâm starting to think you want to get caught.â Haechan murmurs with a smile on his lips as he kisses along your jaw and moves his hand to kiss you.Â
âMmâ! No, I donâtââ you insist through your cries of pleasure, and he shakes his head with a taunting grin.
âYes, you do,â he teases. âYou want all our friends to come in this hallway and see me fucking you like the perfect little fuckdoll I always knew you could be.â
âHaeâchanââ you stutter, tiny noises leaving you with every powerful thrust of his hips. Heâs so good, so big and thick, and heâs filling you up just right and hitting all the right places, and it becomes too much very quickly, an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body as he fucks into you. If it couldnât get worse for you, he reaches between you two and his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick circles just like you showed him earlier. âFuckâstopâtoo muchââ
âDoesnât that feel good, baby?â he coos, shifting himself to angle his hips into you just right so that every snap of his hips sends his tip fucking directly into your g-spot.Â
You feel warmth behind your eyes, the telltale pricking at the corners that you know all too well, and the first tear drops before you can wipe it away, another tear following after that as the pleasure all but consumes you.
âAw, baby, donât cry, it feels good,â he consoles you, reaching up with his free hand to wipe your tears away.Â
âSo goodâtoo goodââ you babble, and he laughs at that, brows furrowing at the end as you clench around him.
âIt canât be too good, babyâyouâre not making sense anymore.â he says with a playful lilt, and you whimper, more tears falling as you sniffle pathetically. âFuck, youâre so pretty when you cry.â
âWanna cumâHaechan, please let me cumââ you beg, and his movements stutter, Haechan looking at you in surprise.
âYeah? Baby wants to cum?â he grunts, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as your walls flex around him again. âFuck, I love when you do thatâfeels so goodâcum for me, baby.âÂ
Not needing to be told twice, you promptly fall apart around him with a messy string of swears and âpleaseâ and utterances of Haechanâs name as your nails dig into his forearm, making him wince slightly. Youâre sure you look a mess, eyes wet and glossy as tears stream down your cheeks, but Haechanâs drinking in your appearance like itâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen.
âBabyâIâm closeâfuckââ Haechan grunts. âGonna cumâwhere do you want it?â
âWant it inside of me, pleaseââ you croak weakly, and he lets out a sound thatâs a mix between a smug chuckle and a moan.
âCanât believe you were skittish as a mouse just the other day, and now youâre begging for my cum. Want me to fill you up?â he pants, hips driving into yours with reckless abandon.Â
âPleaseââ you whimper, and he swears under his breath.
âFuckâtake it all, baby,â he urges, hips pressing into yours as he buries himself in you and empties his load. âItâs all for you,â he says breathlessly as his length twitches inside of you.
He stays inside of you for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath, before he slowly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants and helping you fix your skirt back into place. To your confusion, he hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling the thin, arousal-soaked fabric down and off your legs.Â
âUmâŠâ you start, and Haechan looks over at you, brows raised expectantly. âThose are mine,â you state, pointing at the fabric in his fist.
âAnd now,â he hums, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, eyes sliding shut in bliss just in time to miss your scandalized expression. âTheyâre mine. Câmon; you should use the bathroom.â
He loops his fingers around yours, other hand stuffing your underwear in his back pocket as he leads you to the bathroom.
When the door closes behind you, you sit down on the toilet with slightly shaky legs, taking a moment to think about everything that just occurred.Â
You would have never in a million years thought that youâd have sex with Haechan, let alone in the hallwayâlet alone, with your friends in the very next room. However, as you think over the events that just transpired, your body is filled with a warm thrum of satisfaction, and you canât seem to find an ounce of regret.Â
âGirl, where the hell were you?!â Karina exclaims, fussing over you as soon as you reappear in the living room. âWeâve been texting and calling for ages!â
âOh,â you mumble, pulling your phone from the little pocket in your skirt. âItâs been on Do Not Disturb,â you explain sheepishly, and Karina rolls her eyes hard.
âDonât do that again. You had us worried sick. What were you even doing for so long?â
âUm⊠well, Haechan and I,â you start, casting a side glance to the couch where Haechan sits and hesitating slightly when you see that heâs watching you intently, not an ounce of shame in his expression. âWe hooked up.â you say finally, straightening your back slightly and standing up taller.
Yeriâs jaw drops. âAbout damn time.â she remarks, and you narrow your eyes at her.
âHush, you.â you huff, looking over at where Haechan sits once more. He locks eyes with you and grins, patting the empty spot next to him and wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and you smile, looking away from him to address your bewildered friends. âIâll explain everything laterââ
âYeah, yeah, just go, girl.â Karina chuckles. âHeâs waiting,â she sing-songs, and you elbow her slightly before shooting them a bright smile and a small wave and making your way to sit next to Haechan.Â
When you sit down, Haechan drapes his arm around you on the back of the couch, and you can feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.
âSo,â he says carefully, taking a hit of his pen and exhaling slowly before he continues, âI know this is a little backwards of me, but⊠do you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?â
âIâd like that,â you reply with a bashful smile, and he grins, relieved.
âGreat. Now in the meantime,â he says, looking pointedly towards the hallway before looking back at you expectantly, âI have a nice ass TV, snacks, and a strong ass edible with your name on it in my room. You down?â
You donât even hesitate. âIâm down.â you agree, smile widening, and he nods, satisfied. He stands from the couch and offers you his hand, which you take as he pulls you to your feet.
As you trail after him towards his room, fingers still locked with his, you canât help but notice the familiar peek of fabric sticking out of his back pocket, and your eyes widen in alarm.
âHaechan!â you whisper loudly, and he looks back at you with raised brows. âMy, um, underwear is sticking out of your pocket.â
âSo?â he answers simply, and you pause, brain buffering for a moment.
âSo?â
âYeah. No one knows itâs your underwear but you and me,â he points out as you reach his bedroom door. He swings it open and gestures for you to enter first, head dipping down to your ear as you pass by. âSo itâs our little secret.â
âOh,â you mumble, thinking it over. âOkay.â
âThatâs what I like to hear,â he says encouragingly, guiding you to his bed and gesturing for you to sit down. âNow, what do you want to watch?â
âUh, we can watch Family Guy,â you suggest, and he looks at you, pleasant surprise written on his handsome features, before he nods and picks up the TV remote.
âGood choice,â he praises, sitting down beside you against the headboard of his bed. âPerfect show to play in the background while we make out.â
âOhââ you stammer, blinking in surprise, and he snorts, eyes fond as he scans your bashful demeanor.
âIâm kidding.â he assures you, and you canât help but frown slightly. Unfortunately for you, this doesnât go unnoticed by Haechan, and he chuckles. âYou wanted to make out, didnât you?â
âA little bit,â you mumble, and he grins, leaning in closer to you.
âThat can be arranged.â he murmurs, still smiling as his lips meet yours.
#haechan smut#nct smut#donghyuck smut#donghyeok smut#lee donghyeok x reader#lee donghyeok smut#lee haechan smut#haechan x reader#nct 127 smut#nct dream smut#lee donghyuck x reader
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I love imaging Dick, Tim, and Damian sneaking around trying to meet Jasons new gf because they just wanna be involved in his life and they know if they they leave it to Jay they wont meet her u til they're married with kids đ
AND âomg us meeting Jasonâs siblings whenâ
AN: Ngl I love this idea too, its so shitty of them but they have the best of intentions.
Damian
A boy no older than 14 with eyes that pierce the soul was not what you'd expected to find on Jason's couch the very first time he'd left you alone there. Jason had to dip out unexpectedly early, and had promised you run of the place until he got back so you'd slept in as long as you could and were on your way to make breakfast when you're greeted by the hell-child.
Once your initial fright wears off you realise you recognize him from a photo Jay had showed you which makes you feel slightly more at ease.
âGood morning? Damian right?â You offer as you pass him, be-lining for the coffee machine, you're gonna need caffeine if you're meeting any member of Jay's family for the first time. âCan I get you anything?â
âAlfred says it's unbecoming to sleep past 9.â Besides the initial glare he'd graced you with as you emerged from the bedroom, he doesn't even look up at you, his eyes glued to the pages of a book. Like brother like brother, you guess.
âOh, well. Good thing Alfreds not here then.â You add a small laugh, trying to inject some humour to the situation. Damian does not respond in kind. âIs that a no? I think there's some chocolate cereal around here somewhere.â
âWhat do you do for work that allows you to be in my brother's home in the middle of the day?â
Jeez this kid is no-nonsense. âOr I could make pancakes, I make really good pancakes.â
âAnd tell me what exactly are your intentions with my baby brother?â Baby?
âI think there's some chocolate chips around here somewhere. Jason says you like chocolate. Chocolate pancakes?â
âDo you always avoid questions?â
âAre you always so intense?â
He slams the book closed and you nearly jump on the spot. He finally looks at you, really looks at you and as you stare back his features begin to soften slightly.
âIâll have a coffee.â
You're certain from the sly look on his face that he's probably not allowed coffee. He certainly doesn't need any. But screw it, he's not your kid and if it gets him to like a little, you'll take the risk.
So you pour two coffees and join him on the couch. His questions do not cease until Jason returns about an hour later. He couldn't care less about the coffee, but he does care about Damian breaking in to interrogate his partner and immediately kicks Damian out.
Dick
Dick finds out about your existence from one of Damianâs letters, and he's subtle but pushy about meeting you. Not that you're aware. He keeps âdropping byâ Jason's apartment âjust to see his lil brotherâ, no other reason but is told to get lost or downright ignored anytime you're there, until he decides to cut out the middle man and turn up at your home instead.
âLet me tell you, you are a hard person to get a hold of.â He informs as he invites himself through your front door.
âUm, hello Dick?â As you stare at his lush hair and sculpted abs you wonder what Alfred feeds these boys.
âYep! I can't stay so Iâve gotta make this quick.â he gestures for you to come closer, speaking in a playful, conspiratorial whisper. âJay doesn't know I'm here.â
That would be why he can't stay, Jason is due at your door any minute now.
âBut you two seem to be getting pretty serious and I think it's important that we all get to know each other. You following?â
You nod, and he gives you the perkiest, most genuine smile. That or he has that exact look practised to a T. From what Jay tells you, either is possible.
âSo, Barbara and I, that's my wifeâ You nod once more, you're aware of Barbara also. âhave booked a table at Casa Gotica for Thursday night. We need you to get Jason there without letting on that it's a double date.â
âI donât know.â you finally give your nodding head a break. âJay and I donât lie to each other.â
âRight. I can't begrudge that. Very glad to hear he's picked an honest one.â He takes a moment to straighten his thoughts, but his moment is cut short but the echo of Jasonâs combat boots approaching your door. Dickâs eyes rapidly scan the room for a secondary exit before he settles on an open window. âDon't think of it as lying, think of it as omitting the truth. Whatever you have to do just be there for 6.30. Oh, and it's great to meet you!â
âYou too.â
âThursday, 6.30!â
Before you can agree heâs gone, presumably scaling the side of your building as Jay steps inside.
Tim
Tim was actually the first to be aware of you and your relationship with his brother, however, the very real possibility of being gutted by Jason for snooping in his personal life was too high for him to make a move.
But you seeking him out is a different story; or rather, you being the first to say hi when you bump into each other in line at the grocery store is different. It would be rude not to respond to your attempts at initiating a conversation.
âHello, hi, are you Tim? You don't know me but Iâm Jasons partner. Its so great to meet you.â
âI know who you are.â He states rather ominously, eyes darting around behind you. âIs he here?â
âNo, but he's picking me up after.â His shoulders visibly ease.
âCool cool cool.â Heâs suddenly much more personable. âSo, I hear you're intoâŠâ
That chatting doesn't dry or lul at all as the queue dwindles and both buy your groceries. He waits with you until you get confirmation from Jay that he's on his way. He's easily the chillest sibling you've met thus far.
When Jason arrives he gets out of the car to open the boot and passenger door for you as always, but not before he thrusts his phone in your face. âWhere is he?â
Displayed on the screen is a selfie of Tim with you in the background, you absolutely do not remember it being taken.
#anon#thanks for the request#/ask#dc#Jason Todd#jason todd/reader#jason todd x reader#red hood/reader#red hood x reader#red hood#batfam x reader#batfam#damian wayne#robin#nightwing#dick grayson#tim drake#red robin
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You and Spencer finally find time for your first time. 6k
fem, afab!reader, mostly confident!reader, foreplay, oral sex, p in v sex, lovey dovey tender loser sex, established relationship, pet names, aftercare, requested here <3
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âCan you stay still?â
âNo,â you answer honestly.
Spencer climbs further toward you on the bed. âIâm trying to help. Youâre no good at buttons.â
Youâre no good at buttons because your fingers shake whenever you and Spencer get close like this, and with these intentions. Youâd always thought heâd be the shy one âsometimes you take his hand in the back of the work car to watch his cheeks go a rosy, unignorable pink. Heâs the more introverted of the two of you and he always has been, so why does his touch have you trembling already?
Excitement, you decide, heart in your mouth as his fingers begin to pop your buttons through each matching slit. This is exactly what happened last time you and Spencer tried (and were sorely interrupted). Youâd been out of breath and in his lap, too excited to see to his buttons, too busy kissing him to take much notice as heâd taken care of them himself. And then work called, your plans were cancelled, and heâd promised you that youâd get to do this soon.
âIâm good at buttons,â you deny, leaning back on the palms of your hands as his pinkyâs brush up, the sides of your shirt falling open.
âOh, youâre back,â he says. Heâs teasing in bed. You arenât expecting it. âYou went somewhere else for a few seconds, you okay?â Thatâs less teasing, more sweet.
His hands pause just under where your bra begins.
You take a breath. âIâm okay, Iâm thinking about last time.â
He leans in for a kiss, a quick but steady catching that has your face following him as he pulls away again, and undoes your next button. âWhich part?â
The part where heâd insisted youâd be laying down for this. The memory alone inspires heat, pleasure and wanting from the depth of your chest, your stomach, ever lower.
âDid you lock your door?â you ask.
Your phones are off. The door is locked. Spencer promises as much in your ear as leans in closer to you, crawls that last few inches of space to have your legs tangled atop his white sheets, his hand disappearing under the open sides of your shirt. The other hand works the last few buttons, but you donât get to watch him do it, distracted by his fingers hot on the small of your back and his lips as he pulls you in tight for another kiss.
This oneâs slow. He holds you like heâs worried youâre gonna slip out of his arm where it curls behind you, cool air kissing your chest as he gets the last button by your neck and encourages either side away from you. You lean into him and shake your shirt down the lengths of your arms, finally shirtless in front of him again after days of trying. You try to keep up with his kissing, heâs intense, heâs everywhere, but you run out of breath.
âOh,â you say uselessly, your cheek against his as he kisses your jaw.
âWhat, angel?â he asks, breath warm to your skin, âWhatâs up?â
âNothing⊠I wore my nice bra for you.â
âYou did?â He promptly pulls away. His face is pinking, but itâs so warm you canât blame him for it. Youâre sure heâd feel a furnace under your skin if he touched your forehead. Spencerâs gaze falls down to your chest, where it stays, his own rising and falling with a noticeable sharpness. âThatâs pretty. Youâre pretty.â He swallows as he looks up. âYour nice bra? Just one?â
You cover a breast with your hand and push it up ever so slightly. âThis is the one I thought youâd like most. You like blue.â
âI love blue. I love you, I love you,â he says, leaning around you to move your discarded shirt to the floor. âCan I take it off?â
You nod with a stupid smile. Fond and too eager. âPlease.â
âHow many tries do I get?â he asks, grabbing your sides in two gentle hands, pulling you forward into a hug as he reaches behind you for the clasp.
âYou can do it one,â you promise, voice a murmur now heâs close to you.
You let your hands rest on his hips as he pinches the clasp and pushes it together. Like magic, it comes apart. Spencer holds the unclasped sides to your naked back for a few seconds, his breath loud in your ear, before he sits back to look at you.
You push the straps of your bra down, let the support of your bra fall away. You ball it up in your lap, sitting there bare-chested and smiling, waiting, hoping youâre as beautiful to him as heâs always made you feel.
His hand climbs your arm. âYouâre beautiful,â he says, âcan Iââ
âYeah, please. Please.â
His thumb rubs a short line from your navel to the skin just below your breast. Your chest feels suddenly heavy, the half-lidded set of his eyes on you like a weight, but itâs one you realise you like as he rubs the indent of your bra. âYouâre so pretty,â he says, his thumb pressing into the underside of your breast, kind but undeniably there, and your body reacts to his touch, which is another thing. He doesnât coo, but itâs close. âHow does that feel?â he asks quietly, drawing under your nipple with his thumb.
âCan you kiss me some more?â you ask, breathless in a way thatâs almost painful.
Spencer clutches you by your sides, unafraid to play with you, pressing you down into the bed as his hands traverse up. You shuffle back into the pillows and let your eyes shutter closed, his nose pressing hard into yours as your lips meet again. He kisses hungrily. Heâs treated you to a few heavy kisses in the past, nothing compares now to the open crescent of his lips and the feeling of his hands. His tongue is hot where it touches your lips, wading in. You sigh into his mouth and feel his own sigh in return as he breaks it.
âFuck,â he says, his breath coloured by pleasure. Heâs practically moaning in your ear as a big hand squeezes your chest.
You canât take this. You lift your hips and graze against him, rushing to reach down and slip your skirt over the curve of your ass and over stocking clad thighs. You try to push them along at the same time, breathing hard.
Spencer notices what youâre doing and reaches to help.
âYour shirt,â you argue, faces close, his confusion an inch away, as are his pinked lips, âtake your shirt off, Spencer, I can do this myself.â
âBut why should you have to?â he says, though he listens, making quick work of his button up.
You kick your stockings off of your feet and lay there, warm, overwhelmed but desperate at once, watching him on his knees as he manages his last button and peels out of his shirt. You cross your legs tightly against the achy heat blooming in your cunt, uncharacteristically shy.
His chest is pale, without a freckle nor beauty mark, but heâs shapely. You've kissed him so much these last few months, traced the hills and rigid muscle of his front with an adoring hand under his clothes, but the two of you being similarly bared is different.
Itâs worse when he reaches for the button of his slacks.
You bite your lip. âSpencer, can I do it?â
âYeah.â He swallows again. âOf course you can. Donât ask me.â
Heâs getting warm, curls of his hair falling into his eyes, his breath a constant huff. The bulge of him through his slacks draws your attention. You crawl toward him where heâs kneeling, checking his face. When he nods, you rub the very pad of your thumb against the line of his cock, feel it jump at your touch. Your heart jumps in a similar place.
âThis okay?â you whisper, your touch light enough that youâre surprised he can feel it.
âPlease.â He says your name like youâve hurt him. âPlease. Take them off.â
âI canât believe youâre like that just from kissing me,â you say sincerely, a mumble as you pop the button and dig your fingertip under the zipper, which you pull down in one smooth line. Thereâs an immediate release of pressure against his cock. You blink. Itâs so warm in here. âSpence, can Iââ
âPlease.â
You nod to yourself and shift onto one elbow, shocked and even warmer when Spencer plumps a pillow behind you. Your anticipation is an ache that wonât ebb, hands trembling again as you pull the band of his pants down his hips and expose a pair of white and blue boxer briefs. A darkened patch of material rests against the tip of his cock, the curve of him ever harder as you touch him.
He sucks in air through his teeth.
âAw, Spence,â you say, pressing the length of your thumb to his cock and breathing out as you ride the curve of him up to that wet spot. âSweetheart⊠Does that feel good?â
He closes his hand on top of yours and holds you there. âCan I kiss you?â he asks.
âI think I gotta kiss you first,â you say, eyes on his straining boxers. âThink you might need one.â
He shakes his head. âI canât. Iâll ruin everything before weâve even started, you canât kiss me like that.â
âAre you sure? I can make sure youâre ready.â
Youâd never force him into anything. Youâre letting him know itâs alright. Youâre not gonna push him over the edge before heâs done, you just wanna do all the stuff with him that youâve been dreaming about for a while now. You have a feeling he might enjoy it.
âYou can tell me to stop whenever you need me to,â you say softly, feeling his cock twitch in your hand at the mere sound of your voice. âI wanna see you.â
He laughs infectiously, almost drunkenly, the two of you giggling as he shifts your hands. He doesnât say anything more, only moves your hands down over the softer base of his cock to encourage his pants out of the way, and then his boxers.
His cock is pretty like he is as he pulls it out. You knew it would be. A little taller than your hand, he tugs it toward his stomach and you watch in delight as a string of precum catches the light, wetting his palm.
Youâre patient. He lets it stand without help and you curl your hand where his had been at the base, his cock shining in lines, that welling of precum spread messily around and worse when you give a soft pump. âOh my god,â he mumbles, shuffling closer to you on his knees, his hand leaping to your shoulder. âOh, god.â
You tilt your head. âHowâs that, baby?â
âPlease, angel.â
You lean in for a kiss.
Just a kiss, but your lips part, your spit ready on your tongue and slick in a heavy line up the side of his cock. All you can think of in that moment is how much you want him, how gentle his hand is on your shoulder despite the wounded little breath he lets out, and the stickying feeling of wetness that grows between your thighs, your underwear damp at the very centre and clinging to you as you crawl as close to his front as you can get. You kiss and kiss up the side of him, not silly enough to love on his most sensitive skin at the head, not after his warning, though the idea of his cock shuddering against your lips and tongue makes you squeeze your eyes closed.
You kiss shy of his tip and tilt your head back to look at him. Heâs already watching you, squinting with a palpable agony.
âAre you okay? Is that alright?â you ask, loosening your grip on his cock to draw a loving, sweet line down, and down.
He catches your wrist. âYou canât do that again,â he warns gently, hint of a smile in his eyes. You beam at him adoringly. âLay back? Thereâs something in my way.â
âIn your way,â you murmur through a smile, laying back in the pillows as heâs asked you.
Spencer sheds his slacks and boxers. You pull your legs up to give him room to kneel on the bed by your legs, pulse like a constant humming ache against your cunt as he takes your calves into his hands and presses your knees together. âYouâre not gonna say please like I did, are you?â he asks.
âDo you need me to?â you ask, teasing him with your own hand, letting it travel from the base of your throat and over a tightened breast to your stomach, then your underwear. You flick the waistband. His eyelashes flare. âI can say please, Spence, Iâd love to say please for you. Is that what you want me to do?â
âI donât ever want you to say please, you know that.â He encourages one leg flat to the bed. The other, he pushes up, fabric of your underwear tight to your warm cunt and heartbeat surely taking up station in your throat. âMaybe I can say please.â His hand coasts down your thigh. âWould you like that?â
âDonât.â
âDonât say please, or donât touch you?â he asks, stopping his squeezing.
âSpencer!â you laugh, moving your hips ever so slightly, raising them in hopes of his understanding. âThis is cruel, I didnât tease you.â
âYouâre nice,â he says, again pressing your leg up toward your stomach, eyes on the bump of your cunt as he begins to lean down. âYouâre perfect,â he murmurs, pressing a surprising kiss to your soft inner thigh. âSo perfect.â Closer now, nose skirting toward the elastic of your underwear. âPlease, can I?â
You press your shaky hand to your lips, palm out. âPlease,â you say into your skin. âYeah. Yes, you can. Can you?â
A kiss to the skin beside your cunt, his free hand riding up to squeeze the bump of it, his thumb pressing against wet heat, your breath caught. He rubs a line up from the wet to your clit, and he smiles when he finds it, though that smile is swiftly overtaken by parting lips as he kisses a mixture of skin and fabric and starts to suck. You hiccup at the feeling.
âYou sound cute when youâre happy,â he says into your thigh. He turns his head slowly, looking up at you, his thumb rubbing almost absentmindedly at the sensitive little hood of your clit, your nerves all over the place. Heâs giving you the puppy eyes, big and brown and in sickly love with you.
âHappyâs not the right word,â you breathe out.
âI should fix that, right?â
Your stomach does a hard flip. âYeah.â
Spencer isnât as timid about it as youâd imagined heâd be, his reality better than any fantasy, his hands kind but quick where twists his fingers into the waistband of your underwear as he begins pulling them down.
He lets out a long breath as the air kisses your cunt, his eyes trained obviously on one spot in particular as he takes your panties all the way to your feet. He rolls one leg off, leaves the other hanging at your ankle as he grabs the soft underside of your knee and encourages your leg up.
You can feel your cunt spread, feel the wetness that had been growing dribble from you. âAh,â you say, more breath than word while he holds your leg in place. âSpencerââ
âAm I hurting you?â
âNo, no, I just need you to touch me, please, Iââ
He says your name, says, âHey, donât talk like that, Iâve got you, Iâm gonna touch you, just needed to know youâre okayââ
âSpencerââ you squirm with wanting.
âI know,â he says, the tip of his cock turned impossibly red where itâs resting against the heaving of his abs, âtrust me.â
He reaches for your abdomen, his palm resting lovingly on the pudge of your tummy. You squirm for it lower. âIf you think Iâm not gonna give you everything you want, you're crazy. When donât you get your way?â He leans down, and to your relief, your little gasp of breath, he kisses your naked cunt. âWhen donât I want to give it to you?â he asks into your skin.
Every word he says is heat and movement against the nerves that make up your clit. You practically shiver as he lets his lips part against you and kisses all over, unafraid to feel every little bit of you, his tongue pressed wet and flat your softest parts. You spread your legs in anticipation of him, his thank you a kiss that lights up every nerve ending you have that stems from your hips, the breath racing out of you and moans not far behind. He rubs the length of your leg, his fingers trailing towards his kissing. The hand that isnât up to something just loves on your skin. The hand that is pauses shy of your cuntâs wet hole âyou canât help letting out a choked moan as he sucks on your clit and the skin around it, sudden, the feeling of hot slick dripping from you worse as he pulls away with a quiet pop.
His lips shine in the lamplight. âIâm gonna start getting you ready, okay?â he asks, a small smile somewhere in the midst of a gaze thatâs otherwise laden with lust. His fingertips tease your entrance. âWhat do you think, angel, can I do that?â
You might need a kiss to get through it. You canât decide whether you want him to keep eating you out like that, like youâre water to the famished, like heâs worried heâs not quick enough to get every bit of you where he wants it, but youâre so desperate to be fucked by him that you can feel it in the pit of your stomach. âSpencer, you need to kiss me,â you decide.
âI amââ
âNo, come here. Need you on top of me. You can get me ready,â you agree, eyes peculiarly damp, âbut I really wanna kiss you right now, baby, please, pleaseââ
Heâs on top of you by your second please. You gasp at the rigidity of his cock pressing to your cunt and find it lost in his mouth, his fingertips wet with sex pressed to the side of your face. He remembers himself, kisses all the same but hand moving down again, turning his weight onto the bed and off of you as he feels at your cunt. His fingers slide through hair and wetness alike to tease at your cunt. You can feel wet on his fingers as he pushes in just a centimetre, again on his thumb when he circles your heat carefully, and all the while heâs kissing you like heâs been starved of you. Heâs saying angel and so pretty against your stinging mouth.
Itâs strange when he pushes two fingers in, but not bad. Youâve never done this with one another, and it takes him a few careful thrusts of his fingers to figure out where he should be directing his motion, and what to do to make you happy. You nod into his mouth as he finds a sweet spot and presses into it, quirked fingers quick to the very last knuckle, his pinky and index fingers sliding without resistance against the wet mess on either side of your cunt. âThere?â he asks.
âYes,â you say, pulling his face closer to yours, your hands twined deep in his hair.
He digs around against your walls, to your abject joy and something else, some emotion you canât name, the want to be touched everywhere by him, to be the kind of full of him where you canât breathe.
He presses his fingers inside you, undulating against the gum of your walls, and groans into your lips as you pull in a shivery breath. His hips jerk hard, his cock sliding against your stomach hot as a brand.
Spencer pulls up. Youâre in the throes of one another, but his eyes are clear. âHow do you want it?â he asks tenderly. âCan I stay here, or should I move back?â
âJust to start, itâs always tightââ You catch your breath now heâs paused, stroking curls away from his flushed cheeks. âIâll sit up a little and you can still hold my hand,â âhe doesnât question this even for a secondâ âjust so you can see what youâre doing, and thenââ
âItâs okay, we can work it out,â he interrupts. âIâm not gonna rush and hurt you.â
âI didnât think you would,â you whisper, cupping his face in your hand.
He ducks in for a slow, chaste kiss.
âI know you didnât,â Spencer says. He takes another kiss, pressing one to the top of your chin.
Then heâs shuffling backwards and off of you, and heâs grabbing your hips, lifting you up as he positions himself at your cunt. You shuffle back in the opposite direction to wedge yourself firmly in his pillows, knees up and heels either side of his lap as he moves in. His cock rubs against your cunt by accident, then quickly again with a deliberateness, like heâd felt you and couldnât help himself.
âGod, youâre so pretty,â he says. His eyebrows pinch together in a glare, his thumb pressing to your clit. Thereâs no purchase there anymore, your wetness having made its way up, but he rubs it nonetheless. âYouâre the most beautiful girl in the world.â
You grab his hand. Twine your fingers into his. âI love you, Spence,â you say easily. âDonât be shy.â
Heâs giving you that Canât believe Iâm with you look that he often does. It reminds you of the first time you met when youâd called him beautiful without knowing heâd mean this much to you one day, because he really was gorgeous, everything youâd ever want in a guy and lovelier after. You flirted your way into being his friend, and one day your hand-holding was hugging, your friendly cheek kissing turned to lazy hickeys, and heâs still giving you that look. Like he doesnât deserve you. Like youâre gonna disappear.
You reach between your centre and his to nudge his hand down, guiding him into place. âSay you love me,â you request in a murmur.
âI love you,â he says, head of his cock against your opening. He abandons your clit, to your disappointment, but heâs grabbing the rump of your ass and hip to hold you in place.
He is achingly, achingly slow. Heâs so gentle with his thrusts that you feel like you could love him twice as much as when you started, his wrinkled brow, his eyes flitting between your face and the stretch of your cunt to check on you as he goes. He reaches a natural resistance, nothing he couldnât push past if he didnât want to, but he doesnât have to âheâs not fully sheathed and yet youâre aflame with pleasure. Heâs at just the right angle. All he needs to do is move.
âThere?â he asks softly,
âPlease, right there.â
He pushes forward and a breath leaves his lips like you stole it. âYouâre tight,â he says, âI knew you would be at first, but I didnât expectâ do I need to stop?â
âNo, no, thatâs the best partâŠâ You close your eyes. If he werenât holding your hand youâd cover your face. âSpence, itâs supposed to feel like this, baby. You just find the way you like it and Iâll tell you if itâs not right.â
âPromise?â
âPromiseâ oh.â
The fronts of his thighs press to yours, his cock flush to your walls and digging into something sweet and sensitive enough to make your thighs shake. Good luck, you think, for the two of you to fit together like this, for his cock to fill you without hurting or leaving you wanting, even though heâs just a little over half inside. He goes slow, almost repetitive, his thumb drawing dedicated half circles into the back of your hand where heâs securing it to your hip. Breathe, you think, I have to breathe. Thereâs nobody here but Spencer. You can show him exactly how this is making you feel.
âFuck,â you say, letting out a little moan, worried it wonât be something he likes.
âFuck,â he echoes emphatically, âdoes that feel good, angel?â
âUh-huh,â you say. His chest shines with sweat, his cock driving in, all his touching and adoring drawing a litany of your most vulnerable sounds, hiccups and whimpers, beggy breaths that plead for him to do exactly what heâs doing until he canât.
âCan you keep your leg up?â he asks.
âWhat?â
âCan you lift your leg, angel? I need my hand.â
You nod hurriedly and hold your leg aloft as heâd been, not pretzeled but giving him the room he needs to drive forward. Heâs swift in his intention, pressing his free hand to your cunt, unabashed, marriage and middle finger slippery against the head of your clit and drawing precise circles. After a few timid thrusts of his hips, he matches speed. Every thrust met with a circle of your clit, his face dipping down to kiss your leg.
âThere,â he says to your knee, âI got you, Iâll get you there.â
âI donât wanna cum yet,â you confess.
âNo, I know, but you have to feel good, I need to touch my girl.â
You donât want to argue with that. Heâs never said something like that.
He goes on. âYouâre so pretty, I donât knowâ I donâtââ He gives a tight smile, âdonât think you know how beautiful you are, you feelââ He moans, then, like heâs pleading.
You donât expect to be close this soon. It had to be the way heâs talking to you, or his lazy mouthing at your cunt before youâd started. âWait! Wait, Spence, donât,â âyou grab his hand to stop him from drawing anymore circlesâ âI have to do it, or Iâm gonna cum already.â
He says fuck, thrusts in just a little deeper than he had been, head of his cock kissing just the right place, âShow me how to do it the way you need it.â
You play on the edge of your orgasm for long, long minutes, your hand over Spencerâs drawing the smallest of circles, your nerves aching, the pressure of it like his hands pressed to your tummy. Spencer fucks you, fucks into you, ruts into you when you give him a flirty smile, angling his hips a touch to the side.
You usher him down to you, craning your head up to his. âCan I have a kiss?â you ask with a voice stretched to gossamer. Youâre in love with him and you could cry for it as he fucks you, but you try not to. Not yet.
Spencer licks his lips. âYou can have everything.â
He slows his thrusts to a drag. Slow drag out, full push in. His hips press to yours and you squeak as he fills you with every inch he has, his hands vying for your clammy face.
He can only thrust slowly from there, though it feels like itâs hitting somewhere new, if not deeper. Shifts of his hips against yours, a mess of slick between you and the friction of his skin. You kiss and pant into each others mouths, spit stretching like a string from his lip to yours that he promptly kisses away. Itâs everything you needed it to be, and you canât hold off much longer. âWanna cum,â you tell him, stroking the skin under his eye, his gaze aligned with yours.
âYeah?â
âYeah. Can youâ like beforeââ
Spencer understands. He sits back, drags you by the hips onto his cock, and set about fucking that dedicated pace, three fingers pressed to your clit. He goes as slowly as you showed him at first, and that in time with his thrusts sends a pleasure through you that makes you gasp. He speeds his hips at the same time as his fingers, your skin so wet that it requires dedication to wind the coil, but he does wind it, over and over and over again until your walls are rigid tight and your hips are working desperately to chase the feeling. Heâs pushing you to the edge.
You cum, and your breath gets caught. You force out a breath and you keen in the feeling, covering your face with both hands as Spencer pushes you through it with a few last teasing circles and a couple of quick thrusts.
Spencer knows without asking to slow as you come down. You laugh into your hands.
He doesnât quibble when you let your legs fall flat around him, only strokes your thigh, paused half inside of you to offer you one of his shy smiles. âYou even sound pretty,â he says.
âYou think so?â
âOf course I do.â
He takes a measured thrust. Heâs not not confident these days, but you can see the man you adore now between your legs, in love with you but not sure what to do. âYou can keep going, baby.â
âYou sure?â he asks.
Itâs gonna be intense, but you want that. âCome back,â you say, angling your tired legs around him. âCome lay on top of me⊠Please.â
Itâll be nice to hug him now. You whine as his cock slips out of you and again as he lays atop you and slides it back in, your cunt waiting for him and slick as anything as he settles.
âIs this too much?â he asks, cupping your cheek.
He rolls his hips demonstratively. You didnât know there was anything left there to give him, but he can have it.
You wrap your arms around him, your forearms to the line of sweat on his back, and give him a hard hug. âYou can have everything,â you utter, repeating his earlier promise to him with the same encapsulating love as you cling. âFuck me however you want.â
When it starts again, chills ride up your spine. Spencer finds a place you didnât know you had and fucks against it with love, so deep you feel like you canât breathe, his nose rubbing harshly into your cheek. He squeezes your shoulders tight in his arms and youâre sure youâll never catch your breath again, and you donât want him to stop. Youâve never felt this close to him.
Your naked chest rises uselessly beneath him as you fall into the whining, pleading bit of sex, your moans half gasp and lost in his hair as he burrows his face into the pillow by your head to hide his same desperation.
âThere you are,â he mumbles, hips grinding into yours. He must say your name ten times in a row, each one more frayed than the last, until heâs lost it completely.
âGo faster, sweetheart,â you suggest, squeezing his hips between your thighs.
Spencer begins again in earnest, nipping crescent moons into the curve of your neck, thrusting fast until he canât. You hear him trip into cumming like itâs an accident, his thighs go all tense and his cock throbs as he presses you flat, flat to the bed.
He gives a last few greedy thrusts before he calms, though he doesnât stop moving. Spencer rolls his hips for a slow, languishing minute.
His hand finds your shoulder. His face turns to yours as you turn yours to his, two halves of a good kiss.
âI love you,â you whisper.
Heâs panting, but his reciprocation is immediate. âI love you more.â
âNo, you donât.â
Spencer lifts himself up enough to wrap his arms behind your head, almost framing your head where youâre laid underneath him. âTrust me, I do.â His eyes shutter. You close your own in wait of another kiss, but heâs sliding the tip of his nose down the bridge of your own. He draws a circle, draws soft lines over your cheek in zigzags.
âTell me what to do now,â he murmurs.
You scratch his back lightly. âAw, Spencer, just keep doing this.â
â
Spencer cleans you up and you finally cry, a couple of tears youâre hoping he wonât notice as he drops the towel on your leg. He holds you with his hand behind your back and murmurs words too nice for such silly tears into your cheek, before asking, scared, if heâd hurt you.
âNo, no, itâs like the most intense relief in the world!â you tell him, selfishly basking in the muscle of arms where theyâre wrapped around you, and his silky hair whispering over your ear. âI feel amazing.â
âI didnât think youâd be one of the women who cry afterward,â he says. Heâs not judging you, simply sharing an observation. It makes sense. Youâre not usually emotional in such an unconstrained way.
âIâm really happy.â You pinch his chin mildly.
âYour legs are hurting.â
You let him go. âYeah, a bit. Itâs a nice hurting. Like we went for a really long walk.â
He takes your face into both hands and tips your head back. Youâre slouched forward, heâs straight-backed, and heâs taller where heâs grinning at you. His hand comes to rest against one of your breasts, giving it a little cup before he presses it flat over your heart. âI thought you were never gonna calm down.â
âYou have that effect on people.â
âMaybe thatâs true for you,â he says, tapping your nose with his, encouraging you to lift your chin. âBut only one personâs ever made me lose my breath like that,â he adds, your lips touching, not kissing.
You could keep him forever. âThink we should turn our phones back on?â you ask.
âWhen Iâve made you something to drink, sure. And found you something to wear, right? Itâs too cold.â
Youâre still hot enough to cook an egg, but you let him take care of you. Itâs as good as being fucked, being adored when itâs done. He gives you underwear first, a soft tank top and a pair of panties youâd left here before and heâd washed and pressed, your sweetheart. Youâre surprised he doesnât help you into them, but you notice with fond bemusement that heâs cringing as he steps into a fresh pair of boxers.
âYou okay, handsome? Did you tweak something?â
Heâs in pants before you realise, standing shirtless with sex-tousled hair. You could ask him back to bed if you werenât exhausted. âIâm not in shape.â
âI could say otherwise.â
Spencerâs on top of you again in an instant. He sits on your naked leg and pulls down your rising tank top before twinging your hands in his. Heâs practically in your lap as he kisses your chin. Itâs that earnest you end up giggling, lovestruck, two idiots holding hands. He steals a couple of lazy kisses. You canât remember how many youâve had anymore.
âYouâre contrary,â he says as he pulls away.
âCanât you be nice to me? You were acting so nice.â
He slides off of your leg. âYouâre my best friend. I hope weâre this happy for the rest of our lives.â
You fist your hand in the rumpled sheets behind you. Heâs apparently unaware heâs said the most special thing he couldâve, opening his closet door to retrieve your pyjamas from the shelf he dedicated to you the first time you slept over. You are best friends, is the best part. Heâs not exaggerating.
Before heâd ever kissed you, you were in love. Youâve been in love for years.
Spencer drops your pyjamas next to you on the bed. âYou want me to help you put them on?â
You have no reason to need help tonight, but you want it. âYes, please. Can you rub my back after?â
âYesss. Iâd love to rub your back. If we maintain our physical connection after sex, it enhances the relaxing factor but it also prolongs the effect of the oxytocin and dopamine your brain wouldâve released when we wereââ He picks up your sleep shirt and shakes it out. âWell, you know.â
âAny more sex facts for me?â
Spencer has the nerve to blush, considering the way heâd spoken to you only ten minutes ago. âAn orgasm as a woman can lower your risk of heart disease, breast cancer, and depression.â
You smile at him sweetly. âNo kidding. How much to get that risk down to zero?â
He kisses your cheek. âYou know thatâs not how it works.â
âWe can still try.â
âUm. Can I have a banana first?â
âIâm kidding!â
âOh.â He gestures for you to put your arms into the sleep shirt. âWell, maybe you can have a banana too and weâll see how we feel.â
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â FIRST DATE with TYLER OWENS
wc: 788 | content: description of intense weather (??)
you had made the mistake of issuing a challenge to tyler owens: âimpress me.â
and tyler owens would be damned if he backed down from a challenge.
so he got you flowers and brought you along to thursday rodeos with his crew, and he must have talked to your mama too, because how else he couldâve figured out where to get your favorite pie was beyond you.
ânothing ever throws you off, does it?â you asked him the fifth time he showed up at your door, armed with a box of pie and that damn smile.
he had simply shrugged before reciting his stupid mantra at you. âif you feel it, chase it.â
he laughed when you shut the door in his face. youâd be lying if you said werenât laughing yourself when you opened the box, grabbed a fork, and dug in, the dessert tasting a little sweeter than usual.
while it was nice, youâd grow bored of this routine eventually, and tyler seemed to know that, too. but he had an idea, and while it was stupid as all hell, he was willing to take his chances.
you barely pulled the door open when he spoke.
âi wanna take you out tonight.â well. that was new.
âitâs not thursday,â was all you could think to say in response.
âi know a spot,â heâd said, completely unfazed, with a cheeky wink and a tip of his hat, and really, you shouldâve known what he meant.
because why wouldnât you now find yourself in the passenger seat of tylerâs truck as he veers off the road directly towards a tornado?
âtyler owens, are you crazy?!â you exclaim, the only response being a bout of wild laughter as he throttles it even faster. âyou better not be filming this!â
âyou kiddinâ?â he gestures to the cameras mounted above the windshield. âdonât worry, thisâll be just for us. we can look back on this in ten years and laugh.â
âif we live,â you mumble to yourself, glad of the wind, rain, and tylerâs blaring radio.
he looks at you for a moment, though, a flicker of concern in his eyes. âyou ready?â
you donât even have to think about your answer. âhell yeah, tornado wrangler.â
ââs what i like to hear, baby,â he says, rolling to a stop in the middle of the field. âand now⊠we wait.â
ânext time, just say you wanna drive me into a tornado.â
ânext time?â he raises his eyebrows at you as he flips a few switches and anchors the truck.
âyouâre insane,â you laugh, shaking your head.
âiâm startinâ to think that you like that about me,â he replies, nodding to the tornado only feet away as he makes sure your harness is secure. âbetter hold on to somethinâ.â
you should be scared, but when you grab on to tylerâs hand, fueled by adrenaline and exhilaration, you just feel a sudden calm. like you belong here, with him, in his truck, getting hit head on by a tornado.
and maybe thatâs why you let him kiss you.
the tornado swirls around the truck, the wind screaming so loudly you can barely hear his music, and you lean into him even though the harness digs into your shoulders. his kiss is gentle, respectful, and you can feel him smiling as you kiss him back, only pulling away to touch your forehead to his.
the winds of the tornado rock the truck, debris pelting the outside, but youâre too wrapped up in tyler to even care. you breathe him in until the sound of the storm begins to dissipate and the beating of your heart fades in your ears.
âyou can open your eyes, sweetheart,â he whispers, watching as you lean back into your seat.
his voice spurs you into action, laughing as you undo your harness and jump out of the truck. heâs quick to follow you, smiling proudly as you let out a loud whoop.
âtold you i knew a spot.â
âtyler owensâŠâ you say his name again, slowly turning to look at him where he leans against his truck, arms folded across his chest.
âyeah?â
you could blame his tight jeans, or his backwards cap, or that damn smile of his for what you do next, but in the end you do it solely because you want to.
because you want him.
you run up to him, your hand bumping against the brim of his cap as you throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, pressing him back against the hood.
and when his hands take hold of your hips, his mouth insistent against yours, you know that however you challenge him, heâll always be crazy enough to impress you.
good evening twisters/tyler owens nation, i am officially throwing my hat in the ring đ„°
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Dreaming of College Roommate!Leon
college roommate!Leon who dorms with you because the two of you happened to have selected to be okay with co-ed dorming and the university wanted to test it out
college roommate!Leon who tries his best to stick to his own, polite nods sent in your direction as you send the same back, nodding back when you give him a little wave when you get home
college roommate!Leon who catches a glance at the upper skin of your thighs when you tiptoe to reach for something, flushing red immediately as he snaps his neck to turn the other way, trying his best to stay respectful of the shared space. He'd hate to ruin it for you
college roommate!Leon who is forced to pick you up at the strike of two because you got hammered at a party â stealing you away from whatever fratboy was about to get his hands on you
college roommate!Leon who would rather die than admit that the warmth of your skin and breath was enough to have him lose his mind and flush red
college roommate!Leon who holds both of your wrists with a hand as you reach to pull him in, certain that you should be sober to do anything with him even if you were muttering about how much you needed him
college roommate!Leon who receives his thanks from you rather... kindly.
"Can't believe you're letting me... do this." Leon whispers, hand spreading over the small of your back as he pushes into you, breath caught in his throat as he sinks into you, heart racing in his ears as you exhale with him.
"Mm... least I can do to thank... you." You mumble, voice coming out muffled from the pillow you've decided to cling to. "As long as you don't tell the RA."
"Oh, of course not." He mutters, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you flutter around him. "You just feel... so... good."
"Good." You mumble, lips parted as you shift slightly to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. You wonder if he knows just how full he's making you feel, the sensation resting at the tip of your throat as you catch your breath. "Go ahead. Go ahead."
Leon starts slow, hand on your back forcing you to arch further, string of curses slipping past your lips as he eventually drunkens himself with the feeling of you around him, hips snapping to meet yours quicker and quicker, desperation reeking off of him as his fingers slide down the skin of your pelvis to brush at your clit. Theat earns him a reaction from you as you tighten around him, gasping as your body shakes from the intensity of the orgasm, Leon following shortly after.
"You think they'll separate rooms for us now?" You grin at him coyly as he forces his eyes away from your back to meet yours.
"God, I hope not." He mumbles. "Even then, they couldn't stop me if I tried."
"Wow, Leon. You're not even going to ask me out? How cruel of you."
He lifts you by the hips, turning you around as you yelp, pressing his forehead to yours as his brows furrow.
"I was getting there."
"They're going to ban co-ed dorming because of us, just watch."
"Then it can be our little secret." He mumbles, lips pressed to yours as you lean back to get comfortable. "Would you like to get breakfast?"
"At the dining hall?" You raise a brow, lip quirked up in amusement.
"Unless you'd like something better?"
You pretend to think, running your hand through his hair, giving it a gentle tug as he tilts his head to blink at you.
"Please?"
"Since you asked so nicely." You hum. "Sweet boy."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm." You pinch his cheek. "Mine?"
"Mine." He mumbles back, sighing as he rests his head in your collar.
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Steve acts on instinct.
Thereâs this guy in all black walking in front of him, heâs too busy looking down at his phone to notice, but Steve doesnât trust that lamppost. Heâs been going for daily runs, he likes to keep it simple during the off-season, and that post has been getting more rickety every day. Now itâs swaying dangerously in the wind and he knows itâs about to tumble.
Thereâs no time to call out to the guy, so Steve just plows forward and tackles him out of the way.
They fall in a messy heap and Steve unfortunately lands heavily on top.
âHoly shit! What theâ ugh!â The guy heaves in pain and Steve hurries to scramble off of him.
âSorry, that post was about to fall on you, man. You alright?â
Pieces of grass stick to the guyâs long hair as he takes stock of Steve and what happened. With a labored breath, he surprisingly jokes, âGuess Iâm lucky the best football tackler alive happened to be right behind me.â
Itâs sarcastic as shit but Steve smiles with a tug of amusement as he offers his hand. âBaseball, actually.â
âYouâre in the wrong league, man,â he lets Steve pull him to his feet and groans on the way up. âWell, nice to meet you, Baseball, you pack a hell of a first impression. Iâm Eddie.â
Steve would appreciate his ability to joke so soon after taking a hit, but people are starting to gather around. Thereâs already phones pointed at them that probably caught the whole thing on camera. Steveâs used to public attention by now, knows the press is going to have a field day with this and he hates causing a scene, but he wants to make sure Eddie is okay.
âJust Steve is good. You wannaâŠ? This way,â he gestures toward the sidewalk and thankfully, Eddie seems just as eager to get out of there too, shuffling next to Steve as they round the corner.
Heâs wearing so much metal jewelry, itâs like a costume, the jingle jangle of his every step accentuating how shaken up he seems. They get far enough behind a building and Steve stops to have a real look at him and⊠well heâs interesting to look at.
Itâs like he hopped off the album cover of an 80s rock band, or one of Steveâs Bon Jovi posters that he hid under his bed in high school. Way too much leather and way too much hair for the California sun, all disheveled with grass and dirt.
âYou sure youâre okay? Here, you got a littleâŠâ Steveâs hand hovers until Eddie nods that itâs okay from him to pluck the grass from his hair and lightly brush the dust from his shoulders. Eddie watches him the whole time, his eyes big and dark, an intensity in them that Steve canât quite read but he can feel. âDidnât hit your head or anything, did you?â
Steve lowers his hands, stepping back a little when he realizes how close they are. Eddieâs eyes follow him, a slight quirk to his lips that makes Steve feel the heat of the sun a little warmer on his face.
âIâm touched by your concern, sweetheart, but my brain has been through worse damage than a little bump.â
Steve frowns at the ladder, but the first bit definitely makes him feel the heat. Heâs admittedly a bit out of practice but he can still recognize a come on. One that he definitely invited with all the touching and indulgent looks.
Then Eddie starts profusely thanking him for the whole ordeal, asking to treat him somewhere nearby for lunch. Itâs not that Steve doesnât want to, heâs very interested actually, and thankful that out of all the jewelry Eddieâs sporting, thereâs no wedding ring. Thatâs why heâs reluctant because heâs all sweaty at the moment. Not to mention, he didnât finish his run yet.
âSurely saving my life was enough cardio,â Eddie jokes lightly and Steve snorts.
âI saved you from a minor concussion, maybe,â and okay heâs gotta accept now.
The place is small and unassuming, burgers and sodas type joint. Steveâs likely to be recognized there, which he doesnât mind meeting fans in public just preferably not now, it might be jarring for Eddie.
He heads for the booth tucked in the back corner, the most private looking spot that Steve had his eyes on too. They get a round of sodas from the waitress and right away, Eddie starts thanking him again.
âI noticed that lamppost wobbling days ago,â Steve sparks a conversation instead of accepting any more thanks, âI was planning to let it fall on me so I could sue the shit out of the city.â
Heâs pleasantly startled by the big cackle that gets out of Eddie, âAny chance to stick it to the man. I admire that.â
ââCourse I wouldâve really stuck it to âem and donated it back to the community,â Steve adds.
âGiving the peopleâs money back to the people, imagine Big Brotherâs horror. Noble guy.â
Eddie seems to bubble with contagious delight that doesnât match his whole leather and chains thing at all, but it fits into the somewhat magic of him. It's a wonder to Steve.
âDo I know you from somewhere?â Eddie ventures, a glint of recognition in his eyes that Steveâs seen a thousand times. He doesnât ping Eddie as much of a sports guy and heâs not vain enough to assume everyone knows who he is. Eddieâs probably seen him while flipping the channel past ESPN or something. Or maybe an ad for that Netflix thing he did documenting last yearâs season.
âI think Iâd definitely remember you.â
Steve didnât mean it as a come-on, just that Eddieâs appearance really isnât forgettable, but he can tell by the wicked little grin Eddie sports that it was taken as one. Steve likes that even better.
âHave you ever modeled, or anything? Youâve got the looks for it.â
Biting back a smile of his own, Steve shakes his head. âI bet you say that to everyone who saves your life.â
âNone of them were half as good looking." That sounds concerning but Steveâs distracted by Eddie swirling his straw in his drink, regarding him with a long look. âReally though, I just feel like Iâve seen you before.â
Steveâs done a few covers of Sports Illustrated, but he doubts Eddie has ever picked up a copy of that, so he shrugs. âMustâve been in your dreams.â
Eddie laughs softer this time. âYou trying to sweep me off my feet or something?â
âAlready did.â Steve leans back, enjoying the way Eddieâs eyes follow him.
Conversation sparks and it never really dies out. Eddie just grabs topics out of thin air, talking about the city and what they like to do and movies and his amazement that Steve knows all about D&D because heâs a nerd magnet. Eddieâs personality spills through everything he says like it canât be contained. Heâs talkative in a good way, not to a point where Steve canât get a word in. He listens intently, has a way of putting all his attention onto Steve like heâs the most interesting person heâs ever spoken to.
Itâs surprisingly easy to relax. Not because Eddie has a super calming presence or anything, his energy is just all-encompassing, itâs hard for Steve not to get sucked in and hang on to every word he says. Itâs one of the rare times in public that heâs not hyper-aware of everyone around him and too paranoid of having a photo snapped and taken out of context to even enjoy himself.
That happens a lot, being one of the only professional athletes whoâs open about his sexuality. The media is extremely invasive with his private life. If heâs seen with any guy friend, thereâs a whole press storm about Steve Harringtonâs âsecret beauâ within the hour. Itâs ridiculous and he tries so hard to keep his lovelife under wraps that maybe heâs been neglecting it entirely, at least thatâs what Robin says.
Of course, thatâs when his phone lights up with a message from her. His heart sinks a little when he sees the title of the article she sent to him. He quickly shoots her a text and locks his phone without reading it.
âEverything alright?â Eddie notices the shift in Steveâs mood right away.
âYeah just,â he sighs, bracing for the inevitable part when Eddie realizes Steve isnât worth the hassle of all this, âSomeone filmed us earlier and now itâs all over the press. Iâm really sorry, I totally get it ifââ
âNah, donât worry about it, itâs fine. I figured that would happen,â Eddie brushes it off, but Steve shakes his head.
âI donât think you understand, itâsââ
âWanna bet?â Eddie smirks for some reason, âIâm fine with it, I promise.â
He tosses a chip into his mouth and picks right back up with the story he was telling.
Steve is stunned for a moment, wary that maybe Eddie doesnât fully grasp how deep this goes. But he stays there with Steve, seemingly thrilled to keep talking with him even when a family comes in and keeps staring their way, obviously building up the courage to come over and ask for a picture. Eddieâs acting like Steveâs the only person in the room and thatâs enough to assure Steve that heâs really fine with it.
Heâs so locked into Eddie, he barely registers when the older son from the familyâs table finally wanders over and asks for a picture.
Steve is in the middle of wiping his face with a napkin, about to greet him when suddenly, Eddie pops up and asks Steve to excuse him for a minute.
âCâmon little man, letâs do it,â he says and much to Steveâs confusion, the teen excitedly goes with Eddie to his familyâs table.
Steve watches, utterly baffled, as they start snapping photos and expressing what big fans they are and Eddie takes it with such bravado, laughing and chatting like heâs with a group of friends.
What theâ Steve grabs his phone, opening the article Robin sent him at lightning speed.
At first, he wonders how the press was able to find out Eddieâs full name so quickly, then he sees the words "troubled rockstar" and "recovering star" so many times, it becomes abundantly clear.
Oh.
Heâs not so worried about the troubled part, everyone has their shit and he doesnât read into any of it. Those are Eddieâs stories to tell Steve if he chooses, not some tabloid. But the rockstar part connects a lot of dots that have come up in the last couple of hours since meeting Eddie andâ
Yeah, just. Oh.
Part 2
#what if theyâre both secretly famous and clueless about each other#this is called âUpstagedâ#part two soon#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie fic#stranger things#steddie ficlet#rockstar eddie munson#baseball player steve harrington#famous steve harrington#meet cute#saved your life trope#famous eddie munson#rueswriting
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Laios who just wants to study your pussy because he's never seen one in person before. Just anatomy books he didn't mean to come across in the castle library and you agree to show him yours.
It's Laios' turn on night watch, the light from the candle low but not low enough he is unable to see the book he swiped from the castle library. It wasn't that he intentionally picked up this particular book, he will admit he grabbed for something blindly as he needed some sort of stimulation to keep his mind alert during his watch. Although he was expecting something on livestock or proper table etiquette, maybe even the off chance of a very bland romance, either way he'd read it.
Laios was the type to read a book cover to cover no matter the content, he needed to know what story or knowledge the book held he just wasn't expecting a karma sutra that detailed erogenous zones and sensitive areas.
Restless you stretch, curious on what Laios could be reading as you drape your arms around his shoulders. He is used to your touch and unreceptive to your flirty sultry nature. Chilchuck says it's because Laios doesn't actually know you're making advances on him.
You think the half foot right, the tall man, warm under your touch, makes no effort to hide the content of his book, no shame as he looks over a detailed drawing of female genitals b
"You can look at mine if you'd like." Your hands dipping under the collar of his shirt and tracing his collar bones. He looks to you for a moment, expression blank before excitement starts to bubble up in his stomach.
"You mean it? You won't mind?" He glances at Marcille who is normally the first one to try to shoo Laios away from you.
"I won't. Isn't it better to learn from the real thing?" You smile, grabbing at his bed roll that he sat beside and encouraging him to follow you to the next room.
You were either too cunning or too naive when you agreed to show him yours. Watching his eyes light up only when you finally spread your legs and let him study your bare pussy.
"May I?" His hands twitch before you nod, sultry eyes look over him but that feeling of confidence will die soon under his intense observation. Big calloused palms pressing at your inner thighs to further part your legs, running them up to your apex before his thumbs spread your cunt further open revealing your puffy clit to him.
"Your clit is so swollen. Is it because you feel good?" His golden gaze glued to your sex as his thumb teasingly slides closer making your cunt clench in anticipation, "Cute."
"You get more excited when I get closer, is it sensitive? If I touch here, like this?" Rubbing slow firm circles on your clit making your eyes roll into the back of your head, arousal leaking from your neglected pussy.
The way he speaks, the comments he makes, he sounds as if he is just playing with your cunt for the sake of curiosity and his seemingly lack of arousal is starting to embarrass you. But you do not stop him, you let him keep up with his ministrations. Edging you, just like that until your arousal dribbles down your ass and soaks into his bed roll he's laid out on the dungeon floor.
"So wet." He states, moving one of his hands so his fingers can gently tease your entrance as the sound of clicking slick echoes around you two.
Nothing more has come from you other than wanton moans stifled by the back of your hand as you look down at him with glassy eyes. Watching him explore, so to speak, as he methodically commits this to memory. You watch his curious mind give birth to an idea, watch his eyebrows furrow and his lips twitch.
"I wonder..." He murmurs, unable to stop himself as he leans over you, licking a slow broad stripe from tiny taint all the way up to your clit, "So sweet."
His deep voice vibrates against the sensitive nub making you arch your back and buck your hips only encouraging him to encircle the bundle of nerves in his pouty lips. Tongue swipes slowly as he gives a good suck making you desperately clench around nothing. Laios dips down lower, replacing his tongue with his nose on your clit. Swiping roughly to prolong your high as his wet muscle breaches your tight cunt making you gush on to his tongue.
Bucking your hips weakly into his face, grinding on his strong nose as you clamp your hand over your mouth to keep from waking the rest of the party while a shiver goes up your spine.
"Wow you shuddered. It feels that good-" He finally looks away from your swollen cunt and holds your gaze with his glistening face, "when I eat you?"
"Laios." You whine, tears slipping down from the corners of your eyes and for a moment he startles, pulling you up right, to wipe away the tears with his 'clean' thumb.
"Did I hurt you?" His ashen brows furrow with worry, light golden eyes searching yours as his other hand goes to close your legs as he brings you on to his lap.
You're about to respond, to tell him you're overwhelmed in a good way and maybe just a little embarrassed that he doesn't seem all that into it when you feel something long and thick poking at your ass.
Swallowing thickly, you look at him as he still studies you, waits with his ever worried gaze for you to tell him that you're alright, that he didn't push too far because he cannot read social cues to save his life. Only for you to move quickly in his lap, straddling him and he thinks it will bring you more comfort as he supports you. Strong hands at your hips, looking down at you, mouth parted to ask again until you drag your hips across his lap.
He lets out a low hissing groan, climbing up his chest and you feel his fat long cock twitch against your cunt through his pants.
"So you do like me?" You say softly, grinding into him harder and faster, watching his cheeks flush all the way down his throat and up to his ears. Puffs of hot hair shared between the two of you as you hump him harder, faster. The strings at the crotch of his pants only aid your pleasure as you chase your third high of the night and if you're lucky you'll steal one from him as well.
"Wh-wai- wait." He pants, yet his hands help to rock you, "I'm gonna-"
"Cum? Yes cum! Cum!" You encourage desperately, licking the bead of sweat that rolls down his cheek to his jaw. The stubble from his five o'clock shadow is harsh against your tongue but you do not care. Tasting his salty skin and imagining how much better his cock and white hot ropes would taste half way down your throat winds the coil that much tighter in your stomach.
"Laios!" You whine again, the way he loves to hear you sound as your grinding turns sloppy. His hands dragging you across his lap now as he groans loudly, sac tightening as he paints his pants in sticky hot white, ruining them for the evening. The two of you try to catch your breath, his hand sliding up your spine and grabbing at the nape of your neck forcing you to look at him. To share the moment and his unintentional intimacy has you feeling flush all over, his lids heavy and at half mast as he looks deeply into your eyes.
Far too deeply for just another party member.
"Again." He says firmly, hand squeezing tighter at your nape, "Let's try this again."
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something that never existed
Francis Mosses x male reader smut
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This is really dark. Francis gives the reader a bottle of milk that makes him feel funny, follows him home, and then takes care of him.
It hits you during the middle of your shift. You arenât sure of what, but the feeling of it has grown more intense each hour since it began. Pushing through the double doors is harder than when you did it this morning, your arms feeling heavy.Â
The cool evening air against your skin nearly has you moaning. Your skin burns, and the refreshing air makes you want to tear off your clothes. Each step against the pavement feels heavy as you slug your way to your home. If you were a passerby, you would probably be annoyed hearing the loud sound of your shoes against the sidewalk, but even though the noise filled your ears again and again, you could also hear the quieter steps of someone behind you.Â
Someone fucking drugged you. Or maybe something made it through the slot in your workstation. Or maybeâ
You didnât fucking know. All you knew was that because of it, you were half-hard by the time you made it to your front door.Â
âAre you following me?â You asked loudly as you leaned your sweaty forehead against your door. You panted against the door as you waited for a response. You laughed to yourself as you stuck your hand into your pocket to get your keys. Great, alongside the lust, you were also going crazy.Â
âYou looked like you needed help. So yes, I followed you,â a voice said from behind you.Â
Your eyebrows drew together, trying to recognize the voice. It only took a few moments to pinpoint where you knew it from. You heard nearly a hundred voices a day at your job, but there was something about the manâs voice that was different and made it memorable.Â
You just couldnât remember his name though. Frank? Fraser? Frederick? You didnât really care to try and remember his name. You had more pressing matters, like picking up the keys you had finally pulled from your pocket and then dropped on the fucking ground.Â
âLet me,â Frank, Fraser, or Frederick says, his voice much closer behind you. âHere,â he says, now beside you.Â
You hold your hand out to accept the cold metal into your palm. You hope the man will just leave as you close your fingers around the keys and the sharp metal digs into your palm, but the man stays.Â
âIâm fine,â you say to the man, sticking the key into the knob with your shaky hands.Â
âLet me at least help you get inside,â the man responds, one of his hands moves to your shoulder, while the other goes to your waist to hold you upright. Â
âFuck,â you whisper. Where he touches you somehow feels warmer than the rest of your body feels, even over your clothes. His voice brings you back to earlier in the day when he showed up to the window to be let in. You thought it was pretty weird for a milkman to deliver to his own apartment building, but it definitely wasnât the weirdest thing you saw during your shift.Â
âLet me in?â He had asked you earlier that day. Through the window, you could see his carrier full of milk bottles, but you could also see an extra bottle in his other hand.Â
âMaking an extra delivery for today?â You asked as you looked over the papers he gave you.Â
The man didnât answer. He must not have heard you, you thought. He nodded in appreciation when you gave his papers back and pressed the button to unlock the door. You thought that was going to be that, but the man got your attention again after you had started going through other papers on your desk.Â
âThis is for you, actually,â he said as he held the bottle up. One corner of his mouth twitched up, making it look like for once, he wasnât miserable.Â
âOh,â you said in surprise. You werenât sure if you were allowed to accept gifts, but took the bottle anyway through the slot under the window.Â
âYou must get thirsty back there.â
âYeah,â you chuckled lightly, âmy mouth can get dry with all of the talking I do.â
He left after that, but you swore his eyes had flicked down to your lips before he walked through the door.Â
âDid you put something in that milk?â You asked, pulling the key from the knob.Â
Francis. You remembered as his hand went over yours on the knob. You could see the document in your head, as you tried to remember if the man with you now was the same from earlier in the day.Â
âDid you like it?â He asked, âI made it just for you,â he said into your ear, his warm breath puffing across your ear.Â
With strength you didnât know you still had, you sent your elbow backward into the manâs chest. You thought that would be enough, but found yourself on the other side of the door with Francis on your back.Â
âWhatâd you do to me?â You moaned against the door. His weight on your back was heavy as he held you against the door. This close, you could feel the length of his cock digging into your lower back.Â
You let out another moan, but this time, Francis lets out one that matches yours when he grinds his hard cock into your back. His hands go to your hips to maneuver you around so he can grind his cock into the meat of your ass.Â
âYou donât know how long Iâve wanted this,â Francis says, laying his body along the length of your back so he can say the words directly into your ear.Â
Enough to drug you, you guessed. Whatever he gave you was enough to turn your brain to mush, and the only control you had was dedicated to pushing your ass back into his cock.Â
âPlease,â you whined, âit hurts.â Francis lets you fall slowly to the floor and makes his way to hold himself tightly against your back. What hurts is your hard cock, but of course, Francis knows that the relief you need comes in the form of his hands between your legs.Â
âIâve got you, sweetheart,â Francis whispers. His fingers skillfully get your pants open, and then his fingersâ the same ones you saw earlier today hand you his papers, wrap around your cock.Â
You immediately fuck your hips into his fist, much closer than you expected. You hoped that with your release, Francis would be leaving along with it. Maybe you had fallen asleep at your station and this was some fucked up dream you were having. Letting your head fall forward to thunk into your door didnât wake you up, so itâs likely that this was real.Â
âYouâre so wet here,â Francis says in amazement as his fingers collect the precum from the head of your cock and what had already leaked down the shaft. He hooks his chin on your shoulder before he pulls his hand from your cock, and up to his mouth.Â
He groans into your neck when he gets the taste on your tongue, âFrancis,â you whisper, hoping that saying his name would be enough. You didnât want to beg, after all, your hard cock should be evidence enough of what you needed.Â
âIâm sorry,â Francis says, kissing his apology into the soft skin of your neck. Though it wasnât on your lips, the press felt electric. âI just needed a taste.â
His words go straight to your cock and you feel another bead of precum drip from the head, just in time for Francisâ fingers as they wrap around the base.Â
You cum to Francisâ long fingers around your cock and to the feel of his cock digging into your back. With his chest pressed to your back, the groan he lets out as you come undone under his hands travels through your body. It almost feels as if heâs so close that heâs a part of you and the noise comes from your mouth. It makes you feel crazy. What makes you feel even crazier though is how much you moan for the man as your orgasm courses through your body.   Â
Francis holds your body up with an arm wrapped around your stomach as you pant against the door and come down from the orgasm that just shot through your body. âLetâs go to bed, sweetheart,â Francis says, his voice full of promise, âitâs been a long day.â
It must be the drugs, you thought as you let him pull you up from the floor. Your soft cock gives a twitch from where it hangs between your legs. You werenât even sure if it was worth buttoning your pants back up.Â
Francis was right, it had been a long day, but you had a feeling that you also had a long night ahead of you.Â
#x male reader#x male reader smut#milkman x reader#milkman x male reader#francis mosses#francis mosses x reader#francis mosses x male reader#francis mosses x male reader smut
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breaking up with rafe cameron (it lasts a day) !
your phone was blowing up furiously with notifications you didn't have to look at to know who it was. another text from your recently self-proclaimed ex-boyfriend pinged again.
'Where are you'
'Answer me.'
'I'm coming to your house'
'We're going to talk about this'
swiping off the messages from your lock screen and angrily flipping over your phone, you sat up in bed where you'd been sulking and threw off the covers.
he'd really hurt your feelings this time, off and gone doing god knows what (selling w barry) for days, usually without a single text. when you did finally get to see him, he had the audacity to be tense and mean towards you.
everyone knows about rafe's short temper, but you're the one who had to deal with it. after so much of letting him take it out on you - especially recently - and not having a spare second to love on your boyfriend, you'd had enough and stopped hanging around his house. shortly after, ending it through a single text.
the sound of his truck swerving into your driveway had you furrowing your brows and pouting, stomping down the stairs to lock the front door. as you reach out the twist the knob, it swings open and you're left stumbling back.
his mere presence towering over you wipes your confidence to say anything. forcing himself inside, he shuts the door behind him and inches closer to you - like a predator to their prey.
"you gonna explain, or what?" he asks, tauntingly slow as he looks down at you and your glossy eyes, trying to contain his anger.
"we're done, rafe. that's what," you push out, though admittedly failing at trying to stand your ground. with him here in front of you, what could you possibly have been so upset about? your memory fails you the longer you keep his intense gaze.
he scoffs and shakes his head, exhaling sharply through his nose to physically release his rage - though his jaw is still firmly clenched. "that's fuckin' rich."
"i'm serious. you'reâ you're never here. i'm all by myself at your house all the time. i just.. it's so lonely." after finally finding your words and letting them out, the both of you seem to relax a bit.
"baby, iâ listen, i'm workin' a business now, okay? i got my own money, i'm.. providing. for you." he explains in a hurry, trying to hide how desperately he needs you back.
"i don't need any of that, rafe. i just want to be around you." your voice starts to trail off towards the end, partly because of the vulnerability but mostly because of his possible reaction.
as he runs his hands over his face to ease the tension between his brows, he lets out a sigh and stays silent for a moment.
"don't fucking scare me like that. you can just tell me this shit, don't have to go starting a bunch of nonsense." the words are followed by his hands dropping to his side, looking down at you more hurt than mad.
it has your heart melting and your head nodding before looking down, letting out a bold but harmless mumble. "still mad at you though.."
the arm hooking around the back of your neck tugs you into his chest, free hand messily working through your hair to pull you firmer against him. his lips plant possessively on the crown of your head before murmuring, "jesus christ."
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simon (ghost) riley x fem reader
!! suggestive-ish; hinted age difference (20s vs 30s); hinted d/s; minors dni
âwhy wonât you fuck me?â
your pitiful voice stops simon from moving, his feet stuttering with muted thuds. he breathes in sharply, not having expected the words that slipped from your lips, before he turns and tips his head towards you.
youâre trembling, and simon doesnât know if itâs because of the cool air or the intensity of your emotions, those that urged you to whine at his pathetic display of restraint, but still he hesitates. afraid that if he comes close, then the remnant of his patience will finally snap.
because itâs not that simon wouldnât fuck you â god knows thereâs nothing more heâd want to do than love you slowly and deeply, caressing you tenderly until you are trembling at the intensity of his passion; until the doubts are finally crushed by the force of his affections â but itâs that he knew you deserve someone better.
someone who wouldnât leave you for months and years long because of a mission. someone whoâd stay by your side each and every hour because he knows you (sometimes he wished he didnât, if only to make it easier to forget about you), and he knows that you need someone to spoil you. to pamper you.
simon knows you deserve more than the world, knows that he can only give you pieces of it but heâs selfish. heâs a monster wearing a human suit â incapable of surrendering, incapable of giving you up.
because simon knows you deserve better but gods he doesnât want to let you go.
he moves to speak but you beat him to it, your lips wobbling as tears trickle down the corners of your eyes like molten diamonds. âyou parade me around like a trophy wife but you wonât even give me a portion of that attention. you-â
his heart stops at the choked sob that gets stuck in the base of your throat, your face crumpling as you tremble at the intensity of your heartache.
it was instant how he moved to you, his frantic steps echoing against the cobblestone. he takes you in his arms, tucking your head underneath his chin and engulfing you in his embrace, hoping that youâd hear the staccato of his heart and know that it only ever beats for you.
you whine like you couldnât decide if you want his comfort or not and simon freezes, afraid that heâs just heightened your bleeding heart. he moves to step away, his lips parting for an apology, but you clutch at the ends of his shirt, refusing to let go.
he follows your silent command â simon will follow you no matter where, no matter what â and presses you close again, his warmth mixing with yours and chasing away the goosebumps that littered your skin.
he kisses the top of your head, breathing you in. simon mulls over what to say, his own hesitation bursting at the corners of his mind, but he wants to stop pretending. he wants to stop lying to himself.
you love him and he loves you â sometimes, it could be that easy.
words arenât his strongest suits but he tries anyway. âi love you,â he begins, the words slipping past his teeth with the simplicity of the truth. âi burn with the desire to be with you, sweet girl. but not this way. not yet.â
you tip your head up just enough to catch his gaze and simon croons at your swollen eyes, pressing gentle kisses on your eyebrows in comfort.
âwhy not?â you ask, ever so stubborn.
âbecause there are preparations that need to be done,â he replies, humming when your eyes widen in surprise. âi want to make love with you, sweetheart. not just make it as something fast and temporary.â
he watches you breathe in shakily.
âwould you want that?â simon continues amidst your silence, his hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.
you bite your bottom lip and nod. he clicks his tongue. âuse yâr words. i need to hear it from you.â
âyes please,â you whisper, and simon coos at the broken rumble of your voice, still heavy with doubt. âi- yes. please, simon. iâd love that.â
âme too, sweet girl.â simon kisses your forehead, sealing the promise. âiâd love nothing more.â
#suns.f#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader#i was rereading that established simon/reader + eventual price/reader AND THIS. THIS IS KIND OF THE PRELUDE#suns
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Why does she give a damn about me? | Spencer Reid x Reader
cutesy, cheesy fluff
In wich Spencer thinks reader is out of his league but she could not be more into him.
Content: Garcia is a queen as always, sunshine!reader
Warnings: Maybe some light lack of self steem from spence, but nothing crazy!!
He was used to it at this point. Being the weird kid in high school and college, Spencer never really expected anyone to be into him and, after being rejected a couple of times, he had practically closed himself off in that sense. But then, you came into the picture.
You are one of those girls that everyone seemed to gravitate toward, not only because of your beauty but because of your essence. You were genuinely kind, smart and good with people in a way he wished he was, maybe thatâs why he was so drawn to you, you had all the qualities he wished he had and being close to you made him feel complete.
Needless to say that he was in love with you, it had started as an admiration and when he realized he was thinking about you all the time, but he was sure you would never be into guys like him, he was sure youâd never see him as more than friends.
â
You had joined the team a few years ago, you were excited to finally be doing what you really wanted when you joined the BAU, going out in the field and being on cases instead of just working a desk job all the time. When you first met the team, everyone seemed very welcoming but you felt yourself especially drawn to Spencer out of all people, at first he seemed distant but with time you noticed how sweet he was and how much he cared for everyone around him and god that man was so funny, you loved his weird science jokes and his magic tricks. How were you supposed to not fall in love with him? You asked yourself that question every time he brought you coffee in the morning or went on his rambles about some random thing.
After a particularly intense inquiry from a very drunk Garcia in one of the girls' nights she organized at her home, you told her your feelings for Reid and she made you swear you would act on it.
âGarcia, I'm not confessing. He's not into me like that, iâll just ruin our friendshipâ
âOh honey, he practically kisses the floor you walk in, he follows you around the office like a lost puppy and practically kills any officer that dares to be the tiniest bit mean to you. Thereâs no way heâs not into you, at least try pretty pleaseâ She says, doing puppy eyes at you. Garcia took her job as a cupid very seriously and was not going to let this be her first fail.
âAlright, iâll try but if he ends up hating me youâll have to bake me cookies everyday until i dieâ You say rolling your eyes and finishing your glass of wine.
âOhhh iâll be cooking cookies for you guys wedding!â
â
So, here you are holding his favorite order from the local coffee shop and gathering the courage to press the button to the elevator
âHey are you fine?â A familiar voice calls you, when you turn around its spencer.. Great, guess youâll have to do this right now
âOh hi yeah, I was just um⊠meditatingâ
âDid you know meditanting has been proven to increase your memory and is also great for reducing anxiety. I really should start doing it, what method do you use?â Spencer says while pressing the button to the elevator
âUmmm breath in, breath out i thinkâ You say, unsure how to respond
âThat's actually one of the best ways as it oxygenates your brain and helps it work better, it can also help you feel more calm since deep breathing activates the parasympathetic nervous system that sends a signal to your brain to tell the anxious part that you're safe and don't need to use the fight, flight responseâ He says, doing the little smile and head nod thing he always does after info dumping.
You smile back at him, as you both enter the elevator and press the button to the BAU floor.
âI brought you somethingâ You say, handing him the coffee shop bag
He opens it and smiles at you âI canât believe you remembered my favorites, thank you so muchâ You love that smile so much, all you can think about is how perfect he is and how thereâs no way you can continue on without dating this man.
âActually, I need to tell you something spence⊠I was thinking, maybe we could go out together as like, a date or somethingâ You say, already blushing from the embarrassment you felt and how scared you were that he did not reciprocate the feelings.
âReally? Of course i want, to be honest iâve wanted to ask you to be honest but i thought youâd never see me like thatâ
âAre you kidding me spencer? Iâve had a crush on you since we first meetâ
The elevator gets to the office, and you both walk in blushing and joking about how you two were so blind to each other's feelings. As you get in, garcia passes by you two stopping to stare
âThereâs something happening hereâŠâ She says, pointing between you two and pressing her eyes together as if sheâs profiling you two
âI asked him outâ
âOh my god finally, you see? Iâm always right, I donât even need to ask what he said, look at Reid, heâs glowing, ohh iâm so happyâ She says, walking out to probably tell the news to everyone on the team.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x bestfriend!reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x y/n#criminal minds#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader fluff#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid x self insert
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Take a bite| Spencer Reid
Summary: After unknowingly teasing Spencer, he needs your help so he can finish paperwork.
Content: Fem!reader. Established relationship. Dom/sub dynamic. Dom!Spencer. Sub!reader. Praise kink. Oral (both receiving). Overstimulation. Bondage (handcuffs). Semi-public sex. Use of nicknames (good girl, baby and sir). Vaginal penetration. No mentions of contraception. Choking/breath play.
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To Spencer, there was no one more beautiful than you. Every inch of your body was perfection in his eyes. So, when you had previously asked Spencer what his favourite body part of you was, he said he couldnât decide as he loved every part of you. But if he was being honest, it was your thighs.
He loved the way your thighs felt around him. He loved how they would tremble when he was overstimulating you, or they would hug his head when he buried his face between them. He loved to kiss the soft skin of your thighs, feeling the goosebumps rise under his touch.
So, unknowingly to you, when you had decided to wear a skirt to work, you were being a tease to Spencer. As you walked into the office that morning in your skirt, Spencer couldnât stop stealing glances at your thighs. He was practically eye-fucking you all day.
Because of you, Spencer hadnât been able to fill out any reports. âSpencer, can I speak to you?â Emilyâs voice interrupted his thoughts. He quickly snapped back to reality, trying to compose himself before facing Emily. She raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing his distracted demeanour.
"Is everything alright, Spencer? You seem a bit... off today," Emily inquired, her gaze piercing through him.
Spencer cleared his throat, mustering up a professional facade. "Iâm fine just had a lot on my mind. What did you need to talk about?" he replied, avoiding direct eye contact with Emily.
She handed him a folder with a concerned expression. "I need these reports completed by the end of the day. Is that going to be a problem?" Emily asked, her tone firm but not unkind.
Spencer nodded, taking the folder from her. "No problem at all, I'll have them on your desk before you know it," he assured her with a forced smile.
As Emily walked away, Spencer let out a sigh of relief mixed with frustration. His eyes wondered back to you. You were engrossed in a conversation with a colleague across the room, unaware of Spencer's intense gaze on you.
He stood up, and walked directly towards you, he didnât care that you were in the middle of a conversation. âHey, can I talk to you?â Spencer didn't care about the puzzled look on your face as he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the prying ears of Luke and Tara.
"Spencer, what's going on?" you questioned, slightly taken aback by his urgency and the way he was looking at you.
âYou.â he paused for a second, his voice was horse, âyouâre such a fucking tease. You know that right?â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.Â
You didnât know what to say, but you did know your cheeks had gone a bright shade of red.
âBecause of you, I havenât been able to do any work today. So, youâre going to be a good girl, and follow me into that storage closet, okay?â Spencer's voice was laced with desire and a touch of command that made your heart race. Without a word, you found yourself nodding, your body reacting to his proximity and the sudden rush of adrenaline.
He didn't wait for a response, tugging you gently by the hand as he led you towards the storage closet at the far end of the office floor.
Once inside the dimly lit closet, Spencer wasted no time in pressing you against the shelves, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss.
âGet on your knees.â Spencer commanded, his voice low and authoritative. You didn't need to be told twice; it was clear that Spencer had been holding back all day.Â
You sank to your knees, your heart pounding in your chest, your breaths coming out in shallow pants. You looked up at him, your eyes searching for reassurance, but all you saw was raw desire.
His hand gripped the back of your head, guiding you to where you needed to be. With one swift motion, your eyes widened as you felt the thickness of his erection, pressing against your lips. Trembling, you parted them, welcoming him inside.
Spencer's breath hitched as you took him in, the wet sounds of your mouth enveloping him filling the small space. He thrust gently, his hips rocking in rhythm with your movements. You kept your eyes locked with his, the heat of his gaze intensifying with every stroke.
As the sounds of your mouth moving on him filled the closet, Spencer's control began to slip. His fingers tightened in your hair, and he started to thrust harder, his hips bucking against your face.
Spencer's breath became ragged, his voice a husky whisper as he urged you on. "That's it, baby, take it all. I can't hold back anymore."
The slap of your lips around him, the wet sounds of your throat accommodating him, the intensity of it all was overwhelming, and yet, you craved more.
Spencer groaned, his hips thrusting more violently, his release imminent. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby..." he warned, his voice strained and filled with urgency.
You felt his cock twitch against your lips, and you knew it was only a matter of time. He continued to thrust, his pace becoming erratic as he approached his climax.
Spencer's body tensed as he reached the edge, his hips stuttering against your face. Then, with one final thrust, he let out a guttural moan, releasing himself in your eager mouth.
You swallowed, your throat adjusting to the new sensation as he continued to fill you. It was only when he was spent that he slowly pulled away, his breath still coming in ragged gasps.
âClean yourself up, Iâve got to go write my reports before I get scolded by Emily again.â Spencer mumbled, still trying to catch his breath. You stood up, your knees wobbly, and grabbed a handful of tissues from the carton on the shelf. You wiped your mouth, feeling your cheeks flush.
Spencer watched you, his gaze lingering on your lips, the tissues still clutched in your hand. "You're such a good girl," he whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Spencer wasnât done with you yet, but the rest would have to wait till you had both finished work and where back in the safety of your shared apartment.
âWhen I home tonight, I expect to see you naked waiting for me.â  Spencer warned.
With a final kiss to your lips, Spencer straightened his shirt, adjusting his tie. "Let's get back to work," he said, his voice back to normal, as he led you out of the closet. "I still have those reports to write."
You sat down at your desk, trying to focus on your work, but all you could think about was the next time you'd see Spencer. The corners of your mouth curled up into a smile, knowing that later tonight, you would be waiting for him with nothing but your body to offer. You wanted him to take you again, to feel his hands on your skin, to hear his voice telling you how much he wanted you.
When your workday finally came to an end, you hurried to your shared apartment, excited for what was to come.
Upon entering your apartment, he found you exactly as he'd ordered, standing at the entrance, your body bathed in the soft light of the hallway. The sight of you left him breathless, and his eyes devoured every inch of your naked body.
He approached you slowly, taking in the sight of your breasts, full and inviting, your nipples hard and erect. He reached out, running his fingers gently over them, eliciting a low groan from you.
"You're such a good girl," he whispered, his voice full of desire.
âI always try to be, for you sir.â You whispered back, your eyes never leaving his.
Spencer couldn't help but smile at your response, he loved the way you addressed him, even in these private moments.
âNow, go lie on the bed with your legs spread for me.â Spencer commanded, his voice a mix of desire and authority.
You quickly complied, lying down on the bed with your legs apart, your heart racing as you awaited his touch.
Spencer's eyes devoured your body as he approached the bed. He looked up at you, a smirk on his lips. "You're such a good girl," he said, his voice deep and filled with desire. He crawled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving your body as he made his way between your legs.
With one hand on your thigh, he gently spread your legs wider, exposing yourself to him completely. His other hand reached down, his fingers brushing against your folds, coating them with your arousal.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he growled, his eyes locked on yours.
âI want you to eat me out, sir.â You pleaded, your breath hitching as anticipation seized your body.
Spencer grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. "With pleasure," he said, his voice a low growl.
He lowered his head and began to kiss and lick your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to your most sensitive spot. Your breathing became shallow and ragged, and you could feel yourself becoming wetter with each passing second.
As his tongue finally made contact with your throbbing clit, Spencer's eyes met yours, and you could see the hunger in them. He began to lick and suck on your sensitive area, his tongue darting in and out with precise movements.
Your moans filled the room, and you could feel your body starting to tremble as the pleasure built within you. You reached down, running your hands through his hair, pulling him closer to you.
Spencer continued to work his magic, his tongue flicking and probing your clit. Your body arched off the bed, your breath coming in short pants as you felt yourself headed towards the edge.
âOh god, sir, I'm so close,â you gasped, your hips bucking up towards his mouth.
Spencer grinned around your clit, his tongue not missing a beat. He knew just how to push you over the edge, and he was determined to do so tonight.
When you finally screamed out his name, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm, Spencer slowed his movements, savouring the taste of your release. He pulled away, his lips glistening with your juices.
With a satisfied grin, he looked up at you, his eyes hungry. "I'm not done with you yet," he promised, his voice filled with lust.
Spencer stood up for the bed and walked towards the bedside cabinet. As you tried to see what he was looking for, you saw him grab a pair of handcuffs.
Your heart raced as you watched him approach the bed; his eyes locked on yours. âSpencer, what are you going to do?â you whispered, your voice shaking with anticipation.
Spencer smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Just relax, baby," he said, his voice deep and filled with desire. He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over you, his hands securing the handcuffs around your wrists.
âWhile I know you didnât mean to tease me today, I still believe you need to be punished.â Spencer's voice was firm, and there was no denying the strength of his authority.
"But... but I didn't mean to..." you stammered, your heart racing as you looked up into his eyes.
"I know you didn't, baby. But there are consequences for our actions, and you know that very well." His voice was soft, but the threat was clear. You knew you had to accept the punishment because you knew the rewards that would follow.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the cool metal of the cuffs on your wrists, securing your arms to the headboard. You looked up at Spencer, fear and desire mingling in your eyes, as he crawled between your spread legs.
With one smooth motion, he entered you, filling you completely in one powerful thrust.
"You're such a good girl," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction.Â
You let out a small, pained moan as your body adjusted to his size. A mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through you, making your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.
Spencerâs hand seemed to find its way to your throat as he began to thrust into you, his rhythm deep and hard. Your body responded to his every move, your breathing becoming ragged as the pleasure and pain mingled within you.
"Are you enjoying yourself, baby?" he growled, his eyes locked on yours.
You nodded, too caught up in the sensation to speak. Your body was on fire, every inch of you alive with desire.
"That's good. Because I'm not going to stop until you beg for me to," Spencer promised, his voice filled with lust.
He continued to thrust into you, his body slamming against yours, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. Your body responded to his every move, your hips bucking up to meet his each time he thrust into you.
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i rlly wanna see how aaron would react to reader accidentally starting her period and leaking on his white sheets. i just know he would be so caring and conforming !!
stains
he soooo would cw; fem!reader, period talk, blood mentions, language, fluff <33
Even on the weekends, Aaron doesn't tend to stray from routine.
Apart from setting an alarm - he presses a kiss to the first patch of your skin he can find, rolls out of bed, and then opens the blinds so the morning light can naturally assist in waking you. Trailing into the en-suite bathroom, he hears you let out a gentle squeak, stretching from your laid position in bed.
He preps his toothbrush, blinking once, twice, in attempt to rid the heavy sleep from his eyes. Brushing his teeth is number one on his morning agenda; not only because it was the hygienic thing to do, he simply could not stand having horrid breath.
Despite the brushing sounds echoing in his head, he doesn't miss your low,
"Shit."
"Honey?" His attempt to speak was muffled, as his toothbrush was in his mouth. He tilted back from the sink, just enough to allow him to peer into the room, to see you.
You were sat upright, a handful of sheets in hand, meeting his eyes guilt-stricken. "I'm sorry. It wasn't due for another three days and you know I'm typically always on schedule and always prepared-"
"Hm?" Freeing his mouth from the toothpaste, quickly flicking the water on/off to rid the residue and wiping his mouth with a washcloth, he re-entered his room.
As he came closer, your flushed cheeks were vividly noticeable, the remorse in your eyes even more intense. You clarified, "My period."
"Oh," his expression softened, before alternating to deep concern. "Are you alright?"
"Am I alright? Aaron your bed-"
"What about it?"
"It's stained - the sheets. Fuck," you scrambled up, not wanting to ruin them further, wincing in pain as you did so. You quickly padded past him to the bathroom, the plush carpet soft under your bare feet. He followed behind.
"And? Sweetheart if you think I care about that," he chuckled, sweetly shaking his head. "Do you have...?"
"In my bag."
Feminine products - Aaron redirected himself, finding your overnight duffle tossed hastily near the foot of his dresser. As he rummaged through it, he mentally cursed himself for not already having a supply waiting under his sink, and mentally added such to his future shopping list.
He grabbed the other necessities - an extra pair of underwear, t-shirt, opting to grab your favorite pair of shorts from his drawer. One he hadn't worn in quite a while as you had claimed sole ownership.
You sheepishly accepted the items from him, refraining from lifting your gaze. "Thank you."
"Hey," With a finger he lifted your chin, causing you to meet his soft, brown eyes. "It's okay."
You shook your head in shame, prompting his hand to fall.
"It's your body. It's natural. It's- this is not an inconvenience to me, it is for you. Plus, this is exactly what they invented stain remover for."
Despite yourself you laughed, wrapping your arms around your middle. "I suppose."
The ends of Aaron's lips itched upwards, successful in his goal to crack a smile. Although, his amusement sobered back to concern, "You never answered my question from before. Are you alright?"
You grimaced. "Crampy."
"Advil then?" Aaron asked and you nodded. He placed his hand on your lower abdomen soothingly, the warmth of it calming your tensed muscle. That was the thing about his touch, it never failed to relieve any aches or discomfort, physical and emotional. "And a bath? I recall you saying that helps, with easing the pain."
"Please."
He quickly obtained the pain reliever, started the bath. "Don't worry about the sheets, I'll strip and get 'em in the wash. Hand me your clothes too." He ran his hand under the stream of water, regulating the temperature as you immediately began to protest, claiming, 'it was your mess, your doing,' but Aaron kindly shut you down, "Nope. Let me handle it, I insist."
"And if the stain doesn't come out?"
"I've been meaning to dispose of them anyway. They're getting old, they've fulfilled their job well." After flashing you a sympathetic smile Aaron stood, his age vaguely showing when his knees cracked as his legs straightened. He placed a kiss on your forehead, hoping to dissolve your current, growing pout. "Just relax."
You willingly met his eyes this time. You tousled his hair, still disheveled from sleep, paying extra attention to the short hairs behind his ears. Your nails scratched at his scalp, expressing your gratitude silently.
"And if it makes you feel any better, this isn't the first time I've had to soak blood from linens."
"It doesn't," you rolled your eyes at his injury-prone occupation, but he did however manage to pull yet another smile from you. A gentle laugh came from deep within his chest at your response. "But thank you."
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Kinktober day one
Sex pollen and Logan đ«đ«đ«đ«
Part 2 here!!!
Logan has a bad habit. Okay, actually, he has a bunch. But one of them is never really paying attention to Scott. He annoys him. Just because.
So Logan just nodded and waved dismissively as Scott said not to go into this one lab downstairs because blah blah blah plant.
But he knows you're working down there, and he likes to be around you. Lately, he's been flirting with you day in and day out, and he really enjoys your company.
As he's looking around for you in one of the labs, his eyes catch a glimpse of an odd plant. Itâs bright colors draw him in, and it looks so soft to the touchâŠ
What could possibly be dangerous about a plant? Itâs a plant and Logan is the wolverine. Heâll be fine.
So. He touches the plant. Into the air, tiny particles of pollen rise and he doesnât even have the opportunity to step back when they get stuck all over him. His jacket, shoulders, hairâeverything. Heâs covered in the soft pink pollen.
As heâs brushing it off, he catches a sweet whiff of the pollen. Curious, he lifts his hand, covered in the particles, to his nose. He sniffs it and, not having thought it through, snorts up most of it by accident.
He coughs, eyes watering, and then sneezes. He walks out of the lab, muttering about stupid plants, when he catches your scent.
He follows it until he reaches the lab youâre in, dilligently working away on some compound or another.
You blush with so much ease when you see him. âHi, Lo,â you say sweetly.
Loganâs body jolts with electricity, heat coursing through his veins. The sensation is so sudden and intense that he doesnât really understand whatâs happening until his cock twitches in his jeans and he realizes heâs getting hard.
âHey,â he replies, clearing his throat. âHi.â He offers you a smile.
But he can feel his body start to lose to a craze. His skin feels like itâs on fire. His cock is being pumped full of blood and will soon be too hard to conceal. Beads of sweat are forming on his brow and his vision is growing a tad hazy.
You glance at him when you hear his heavy breathing and are immediately concerned. A discreet flush has settled on his face, his pupils are dilated and heâs shaking his head every now and then, as if trying to get rid of something.
âYou alright?â you ask him, eyeing hands rolled into fists and his prominent veins. âLo?â
His eyes fly up from the floor to meet you. You see his gaze, dark and intense, and it scares you as much as it thrills you. Youâve never seen him look like such an animalâŠ
âLo?â
He closes the distance between you two with a few strides, and itâs only as heâs backing you up onto one of the lab tables that you see the pink pollen particles in his hair.
Uh-oh.
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Toto Wolff with wife reader. Doing a hot lap together with him driving. (You choose which circuit) Thanks!! :)(
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Word count: 1.1k
Pairing: Toto Wolff x wife!reader
Summary: Toto and Y/N Wolffâs NĂŒrburgring hot lap showcases Y/Nâs hilarious reactions to Totoâs driving, with Jack adding his adorable excitement.
Because I thought it was very similar to the other Fics Iâve written I made this one in to part four of the social media Toto Wolff x wife!reader fic series
Part one: Unscripted Moments
Part two: A guide to modern slang
Part three: Getting It Right (and Wrong)
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The sun was shining brightly over the NĂŒrburgring, casting a golden glow on the iconic circuit as you and Toto prepared for yet another video, the third in a series that had quickly become a fan-favorite. The sleek Mercedes-AMG GT gleamed behind you, the anticipation of what was to come buzzing in the air.
Standing side by side, you and Toto exchanged playful glances as the camera crew set up. This wasnât your first rodeo; the first video had been a fun âThis or Thatâ challenge, where youâd both revealed surprising things about each other. The second video had tested your knowledge of Gen Z slang, which had led to a lot of laughsâand a few hilarious misinterpretations on Totoâs part. But this time, things were about to get a lot more intense.
As the camera began to roll, you and Toto turned to face it, ready to introduce what was sure to be a wild ride.
âHello, everyone!â Toto greeted the camera with his signature grin. âWelcome back! For those of you whoâve been following along, youâll know that weâve done a couple of fun videos alreadyâfirst, a âThis or Thatâ challenge, and then we tried to guess some Gen Z slang. Both were⊠letâs say, very educational,â he added with a wink in your direction.
You chuckled, nodding in agreement. âEducational is one word for it. I think we both learned that Toto is definitely not up-to-date with the latest slang.â
Toto laughed, shaking his head. âTrue. But today, weâre doing something completely different. And a bit more in my territory. Weâre here at the NĂŒrburgring, and weâre about to do a hot lap in this beautiful Mercedes-AMG GT.â
You turned to the camera with a slightly nervous smile. âWhich means Iâm going to be the terrified passenger, holding on for dear life, while this guy here,â you nudged Toto, âdrives like a madman.â
Toto put his arm around your waist, grinning widely. âShe says madman, I say skilled professional.â
âTomato, tomato,â you replied with a smirk, earning a chuckle from the camera crew.
One of the cameramen stepped forward, asking, âSo, Y/N, on a scale of 1 to 10, how nervous are you?â
You didnât hesitate. âEleven. Definitely an eleven.â
The cameraman then turned to Toto. âAnd how excited are you?â
Toto grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. âA solid twelve. Iâve been looking forward to this.â
You rolled your eyes playfully at the camera. âWell, there you have it. Iâm nervous, heâs excited, and weâre about to take off. Wish me luck!â
Toto opened the passenger door for you with a teasing flourish. âYour chariot awaits, madame.â
You took a deep breath and slid into the seat, glancing up at him with a mix of affection and exasperation. âJust remember, weâre doing this for the fans. And donât forgetâIâm holding on to whatever I can if you scare me.â
Toto chuckled as he settled into the driverâs seat. âIâll try to keep it interesting. Ready?â
âNot really,â you admitted, your voice a mix of nerves and excitement as you buckled your seatbelt.
With that, Toto started the engine, and the car roared to life. He shot you a quick grin before hitting the accelerator, and the NĂŒrburgring immediately became a blur around you. The speed and intensity of the hot lap were unlike anything youâd ever experienced before, and as the car whipped through sharp turns, you instinctively reached out, gripping Totoâs arm.
âToto, langsam!â you yelled, slipping into German as the adrenaline took over. âDu bist wahnsinnig! ScheiĂe!â ("Toto, slow down! You're insane! Shit!")
Toto only laughed, clearly enjoying himself. âLiebling, bitte,â ("Darling, please,") he replied with mock seriousness, the grin on his face widening as he expertly navigated another sharp corner. âThis is just getting started!â
âFucking hell,â you muttered in English, switching between the languages as the car sped through another tight curve. âIâm holding on to you whether you like it or not!â
As the car took a particularly steep turn, you instinctively grabbed onto Totoâs leg, holding on for dear life. âVerdammt, Toto! Du bist verrĂŒckt!â ("Damn it, Toto! You're crazy!")
Toto glanced down at your hand on his leg and shot you a teasing look. âOh, holding onto my leg now? Didnât know you were so eager, Schatz.â
Despite the fear coursing through you, you managed a glare. âNot the time for jokes!â
He just laughed again, thoroughly enjoying your flustered state. âYou know, there are other times when I wouldnât mind you holding onto me like thatâŠâ
âToto!â you exclaimed, your face flushing as the car finally began to slow down, signaling the end of the lap.
Toto brought the car to a smooth stop in the pit lane, turning to you with a wide grin. âWell, that was fun, wasnât it?â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. âFun is relative. I think I just aged ten years.â
As you both got out of the car, the camera crew was still filming, capturing every moment. One of the cameramen walked over, grinning. âThat was amazing! The fans are going to love this. You two are hilarious together.â
Toto chuckled, clearly pleased. âSheâs the best co-driver I could ask for.â
Before you could respond, you heard the sound of little footsteps running towards you. Jack came charging over, his face lighting up when he saw you.
âMommy!â Jack called out, reaching up for you as he ran to your side.
You bent down, scooping him up into your arms, feeling a wave of relief and joy as you held him close. âHey, sweetheart,â you murmured, pressing a kiss to his hair. âDid you have fun watching?â
Jack nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with wonder. âYou were so fast, Mommy! Like a race car driver!â
Toto walked over, wrapping an arm around your waist and giving Jack a playful ruffle of his hair. âYour mom was very brave, wasnât she, Jack?â
Jack nodded again, looking up at you with wide, admiring eyes. âYeah! But why were you holding onto Daddyâs leg?â
You couldnât help but laugh, your face flushing as you glanced at Toto, who was grinning mischievously. âWell, Daddy was driving really fast, and it was a little scary.â
Toto leaned in close, his voice low and teasing as he whispered just for you to hear, âI didnât mind it at all, you holding onto me like that⊠Maybe we could try that again later?â
You blushed, swatting at him playfully. âBehave yourself.â
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âCanât promise that, Schatz.â
Jack giggled, oblivious to the teasing between his parents. âCan I come with you next time, Daddy?â
Toto smiled, his hand gently squeezing Jackâs. âMaybe when youâre a little older, buddy. For now, letâs keep your mom safe from my driving.â
You laughed, leaning into Toto as you held Jack close. âYes, letâs do that.â
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