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Best Friend!Yang Jeongin x Afab!Reader
⊠Genre: Friends to Lovers - non-idol - [18+ Only]
⊠Content Description: 6.6k + 11 screenshots
⊠Summary: Your best friend finds out about your OnlyFans account which leads to you discovering how you really feel about him.
⊠CW: Unintentional exhibitionism(?), Unprotected sex [wrap it up party people] ⊠A/N: This is my FIRST Jeongin fic and I am hella excited! (and nervous) I really hope that you enjoy it! This is a hybrid of fake texts and story so make sure to open it all the way to see it all! AHH I'm so nervous.+ reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ⥠⧠Masterlist â§
Sleep abandoned you after you and Jeongin spoke, your thoughts were everywhere and nowhere and your body was working against you. Why does the fact that your best friend thinks that youâre hot turn you on? Why are you imagining him touching himself to the sounds of you moaning while you fuck yourself?
 Is he big?Â
How would he feel?Â
Wait - how did he not recognize your voice?Â
You never show your face, only the shoulders down, but youâve uploaded voice notes. Youâve done tons of horny rambles that he had to have listened to. Okay, wait wait wait, does he only get off to you? He said that youâre the only girl that he follows on the site⊠Okay, stop, brain shut the fuck up.Â
The next day you tried to operate how you normally would. You went to the gym, you got your morning coffee, you thought about Jeongin moaning at the sight of you, you screamed in your car and you went back home. Honestly, this is working out great.Â
You did everything that you could to distract yourself from the unending thoughts. You did laundry, watched TV, skipped rope on your balcony, you even started color organizing your closet. Thatâs when your phones started ringing with that tone that you know all too well.
 You stared at it for what felt like a second, you tried to calm yourself down and cursed yourself out in your head for making this such a big deal. He said that he doesnât care. He wonât mention it, heâll just get off to your videos and thatâs that. Jeongin is your best friend who finds you hot and touches himself to your videos, thatâs so normal. Youâre so normal about this.Â
By the time you finally hyped yourself up to answer his call the phone stopped ringing and you let out a huff of heavy air that you werenât even aware you were holding. Youâll call him backïżœïżœlater.
Not even three minutes later thereâs knocking at your front door and you rush to open it. Youâre expecting a package today so this must be it. You swing the door open and your heart jumps out of your chest and runs down the hall. âAre you okay?âÂ
Jeongin waves in front of your face to grab your attention as you stare at him, unmoving. âI called, you didnât answer.â You clear your throat but end up choking a bit from how dry it is. You opt for nodding your head while you desperately swallow your spit to try and save you from further embarrassment.Â
âRight, yeah yeah come in, whatâs up?â You hastily stumble to the side as you open your door wider. He stalks in like he always does, comfortable and confident. âYou have my green jacket, Felix hyung wanted to borrow it tonight.â
âI gave that back, didnât I?â You smooth down your skirt, suddenly feeling super self conscious. Heâs seen you in this exact outfit more times than you can count but itâs different this time, right? No, itâs not supposed to be different. Weâre acting normal. Weâre so normal about this.
âNoona?â His fingers wrap around your wrist and you jump out of your thoughts, literally. âIs everything alright? You keep spacing out.âÂ
Has his hand always been this damn big? Thatâs all that you can think to yourself as you stare down at where heâs holding you. âIâm fine, Jeongin,â
âYou usually call me Innie.â He retorts with furrowed brows until it all clicks for him. âIs this about last night?âÂ
You pull away from him like heâs on fire and start power walking to your bedroom before he can say another word. âIâll go look for that jacket.â
You slam your room door closed behind you and sink to the floor against it immediately after. This is crazy, youâre acting crazy and horny and - and - fuck, has his hand always been that big?Â
Has he always called you noona that smoothly? Has he always been like⊠that? Wait, no, pull it together. Find the jacket and send him away so you can spiral in peace.Â
After about ten minutes of searching through the mess you made and battling your inner demons you find the jacket that Jeongin came for. When you leave your bedroom you expect to see him sitting on your couch but you find him in your kitchen instead. Heâs washing your dishes while he hums some song that youâre sure that you could identify if you concentrated but you canât think straight. Your brain isnât working at all because your best friend is standing there, at your sink, washing your dishes⊠In only a white tank top and gray sweatpants.Â
Your eyes find the discarded sports sweater he arrived in thrown sloppily over one of your counter stools before they quickly return to Jeonginâs toned back. This shirt should be illegal. He shouldnât be allowed to look this good.Â
You stand there, jacket in hand and thighs pressed together while you try to muster up the courage to say something, anything. Just as youâre about to speak he turns around with a cup full of water but itâs only full for a second before he jumps with a scream and pours it all over himself.
âYa, noona!â He huffs, bracing himself against the counter. âWhat the hell? You scared the life outta me.â He drops the now empty cup into the sink and braces himself with both hands against the marble.Â
âWhy are you just standing there?â You donât even hear his question. You canât hear anything except for the fast beating of your heart and incoherent screaming from your last brain cell as you take in the sight before you.Â
The front of his shirt is soaked and you can see right through the fabric sticking to each and every dip and contour of his unbelievable body. Has he always been⊠so hot? âNoona, seriously, what is going on with you? Do we need to talk about something?âÂ
He steps towards you and you take a clumsy step back. âI uh, found the jacket.â You sit the jacket on the stool where his sweater is then look back at him. You look him in the eyes this time to avoid possibly fainting but you quickly discover that his gaze is just as intoxicating.Â
âForget the jacket, Iâm trying to figure out if -â He takes another step towards you and you take two back.Â
âOkay, so Iâll see you later, right? Awesome, later Innie.â You rush back to your bedroom just as he takes another step to try to stop you. You slam the door shut and repeat the same routine as earlier. When did he get so hot?
What the fuck? Did he just ask you if you like it?âŠWhy is the answer yes? Why does that make every thought that youâve been thinking for the past 12 hours way worse? You gotta pull it together, you canât let a simple question cause you to spiral. He probably didnât even mean it like thatâŠright?
You spend the next three hours trying to forget that text. You take a shower and cook yourself a dinner that you barely even touch because itâs not what you want. Itâs not him, do you want him?Â
You drag yourself to your bedroom after you stuff your leftovers in the fridge and plop down on your bed. You scream into your mattress once or twice before you decide that you canât take it anymore, you need to do something. Anything.Â
Before you can even really think about it youâre in your closet that should honestly count as a second bedroom but you're fine with it being your mini studio. This is where youâve filmed every video, where you capture every picture and record every ramble. This is where you are when you make the content that Jeongin loves. Maybe heâll love this too.
You make yourself a bit comfortable in front of the large mirror on the wall and turn on your voice recorder. âHey thereâŠDo you have a second? I just wanna get something outta my head.âÂ
You settle into the fluffiness of your bean bag chair and spread your legs in front of the mirror. Your pajama shorts ride up a bit and the thin gusset exposes just enough of your cunt for you to take in. âIâve been thinking about you all day, yeah you. I canât get you off of my mind and itâs driving me crazy.âÂ
You sigh into your phone, glancing down at the recorder to make sure that itâs still running. Your free hand runs over the scarf tying your hair back and trails down the side of your neck. Your fingers brush over your sweet spots slowly and carefully kinda how you think he would do it.
âI want you.â Itâs more of a whisper than you intended but you keep going. âI want you so badly that itâs driving me mad. I bet you know that though, donât you?â
You nearly say Jeonginâs name at the end of that sentence and you nearly moan it into the air when your fingers brush over your nipples. âTell me that you thought about me too.âÂ
Your hands start moving faster, grazing your covered and exposed skin with a hungry haste that youâre sure that Jeongin would recreate. Heâd explore you with a lust driven by curiosity and desire. Heâd rip you apart and take his sweet time putting you back together. Heâd be rough and gentle, slow and fast, shallow and deep. Heâd be everything.
You didnât even realize that you were still talking into the recorder when your eyes snap open. You have no clue what youâve said and you have no clue when you started rubbing at your clit but you donât care. Moans are tumbling from your chapped lips as drool threatens to spill over the corners.
Thereâs nothing but pure carnal desire lingering around you and itâs all for your best friend. All for a man that youâve never looked twice at until today, or have you? You always knew that Jeongin was attractive. You always felt a tingle when heâd hold you or play around with you but youâve learned to push it down. It was manageable until last night. Thatâs when the dam broke.
âIn- I - I need you.â You almost said it, almost let it slip. âTouch me please, please.â
Your fingers are slipping inside before you can even process it. Youâre stroking up against your g-spot at a pace that should be painful but you feel nothing but bliss because youâre thinking of nothing but him. Him him him.Â
The slick sounds of your cunt are loud enough to be caught on the recorder but you wouldnât be surprised if theyâre completely overshadowed by your moans. âMake me cum, please please please, mâ gonna cum.âÂ
Your vision is going white before you can even take a deep breath, it gets caught in your throat as you cry out. Youâre panting, mumbling curses left and right and then right as youâre ending the recording it finally slips. âInnieâ
After sitting and staring at your reflection for maybe thirty minutes you finally pulled yourself up off of your bean bag chair and freshened up. You plopped down onto your bed face first and screamed, this seems to be becoming a routine.Â
Once you get a grip you sit up against your pillows and stare at the new audio. How could you make this while thinking about Jeongin? Are you a terrible friend? Can you blame him for being hot? Can you say that itâs all his fault and just live life hating him for ever finding your account? No, I mean, yeah you could but that would be stupid.
You load the audio into your Only Fans account and put together the new post. You usually wouldnât think twice about uploading a ramble, youâd usually listen to it in your headphones to check the quality and then throw it online for your subscribers to enjoy but this one feels different. This one feels wrong to post. After a bit of debating you take a deep breath and go for it. It canât be that bad right?
Nevermind
Itâs been about an hour since you posted the audio and itâs gotten back to back likes and comments. Youâve even gotten some chat requests with tips that you plan to reply to later but the one that just came in caught your attention.Â
You donât know what it is about it, maybe itâs the username or the energy behind their message but youâre almost a thousand percent positive that itâs Jeongin on the other side of this chat.Â
You sound so pretty in your new audio. Youâre really fueling my imagination tonight. I.2.n.8 Sent a tipÂ
You stare at the message for so long that you forget to blink. This is so obviously him. The user name is a dead giveaway. Jeongin is messaging you about your new ramble⊠you shouldnât reply.
Fuck.
You replied. You replied and you flirted so fucking hard that youâre sure that heâs blushing in his bed just like you are right now. Youâve talked to plenty of guys like this. You flirt and make them feel special and then boom more tips but you donât even care about the money right now, not when youâre having so much fun texting - sexting - the only man thatâs been on your mind. Your best friend.Â
When you see Jeongin the next day at a small get together you expect it to be awkward. You expected for him to give you knowing looks from across the crowded restaurant table but he didnât. He acted completely normal like he hasnât been sexting his best friend for the past eight hours.Â
You tried your best to mimic his demeanor. You spoke to him as normally as you possibly could and as the night went on it got easier to ignore the elephant in the room. You stole some food off of his plate and even sang karaoke with him at the bar that you went to afterwards. You almost forgot about the messages, until you got home.Â
Care to help me with a situation, sweetie? Iâll make it worth it, I promise. I.2.N.8 Sent a tip
Holy Fuck, thatâs a big tip⊠like, money⊠that kind of tip. You sat on the edge of your bed with a messy cocktail of cheap liquor running through your veins and giving you confidence to do things that will surely have you screaming into your mattress later, and not in the way that you really want.Â
You strip down and head to your closet, clicking a few pictures in poses that youâve never tried before and some that are your tried and true classics. You hold your breath as you organize the album and attach a price to it. If he really wants to see it he can pay, youâll be needing the money to fund your therapy sessions after this anyway cause this teasing is driving you insane.
Right when you send the set to the âmysteryâ guy a text from Jeongin drops down into view and youâre instantly covered in goosebumps.
Ayen đ„âŁïž: I had fun with you today, missed you. Ayen đ„âŁïž: I work late tomorrow but Iâm free the day after, wanna come over?
This is suspicious⊠right? You should decline. Yeah definitely decline, you donât wanna risk anything happening that could ruin your friendship.Â
Youâre screaming into your mattress again.
 You accepted the invitation as you were thinking about declining it.Â
You never stood a chance.Â
You donât sleep, instead you plan a cute but chill outfit to wear when you go over to his place. Itâs not a date but you still wanna be cute, this isnât weird. This is normal.Â
Whatâs not normal is the way that youâve been glued to your phone since this chat with Jeongin popped up. Youâre not neglecting your other messages but you do spend extra time on his chat. You give him exclusive content that barely costs a thing and youâre fucking enjoying it. Youâre addicted. So much so that when you get to Jeonginâs house the next day for your hang out itâs all that you can think about.
Youâve been here for about an hour and a half. You thought that it was just gonna be you and Jeongin. You thought that it was gonna be a nice best friend date. Itâs not.Â
âYou seriously never saw that video before?â Jisung asks Felix with a mouth half full of whatever he ordered a bit ago. Youâre sitting next to Jeongin on the couch with his roommate Seungmin next to him and his other roommate Felix on the floor with Jisung. âNever.â
They fall into some conversation that everyone seems to be paying attention to but you. Youâre too busy staring at your blacked out phone screen as you try to cope with the fact that youâre sitting next to the man that youâre secretly sexting.Â
He hasnât made anything weird just like he promised, everything is fine. You just need to calm - what the fuck?
Your phone chimes and your screen lights up to show a browser notification. An OnlyFans notification. You look over to the man next to you to catch him stuffing his phone in his pocket while he laughs at something that Felix said. Did he seriously just text you?
He did. You open your browser and the message is right there. Staring at you while you stare at him.
Bet youâre lookinâ so pretty today, sweetie. I.2.n.8 Sent a tip Mind showing me what youâre wearing today?Â
You gulp down the spit pooling in your mouth and choke a bit but you hide the cough well, you think. Why would he text you now? Why here? Maybe this is a good chance to see if itâs really him. Yeah, this is your chance.Â
You type the cutest reply you can think of while your heart does the cha cha slide in your chest and hit send. You hold your breath as you wait for the ding but youâre choking once again when you actually hear it.Â
Jeongin reaches into his pocket and smiles down at his phone. He doesnât unlock it. He doesnât check the message. But you know what he does? He fucking smiles at you.Â
âYou okay, noona? Youâre spacing out again.â Seungmin is replying before you can even open your mouth.Â
âMaybe if you actually spoke to her instead of texting that OnlyFans girl she wouldnât have to daydream.â The other two instigate Seungminâs teasing and Jeongin only rolls his eyes with a smile.Â
âYouâd be obsessed with her too if youâve seen what Iâve seenâ He settles back into the cushions a bit, extending his arm to the back of the couch behind you. He feels so much closer to you like this, or maybe itâs just because heâs talking about you to all of your friends. âSheâs worth obsessing over.â
âShare her account then.â You jump a bit at the suggestion, it was quick but it was enough to gain Felix and Jisungâs attention. Jeongin is the opposite of you. He isnât phased by the suggestion one bit, he just smiles down at his lap and shakes his head. âNope, sheâs a treasure that I plan to keep to myself.â
Seungmin scoffs and the other two start with the teasing again but Felixâs gaze keeps floating back to you. You try your best to relax, no one knows that youâre the OnlyFans girl so they arenât actually talking about you. But this on top of Jeongin texting you while sitting right next to you is starting to be too much.
âYeah yeah, tease all you want, Iâm getting a drink.â Jeongin asks if anyone else wants anything from the kitchen and collects requests from almost everyone except for you. You just sit there quietly staring at your lap, quietly dying inside until the burning in your chest gets your feet moving.Â
âIâll be back.â You mumble but only Felix replies, heâs the only one that heard you and his eyes follow you as you take the same path that Jeongin did a second ago.
Your friend is looking into the open fridge when you get to the kitchen. Heâs grabbing a bottle of water when he notices you come around the corner.
âHey, did you want -âÂ
âNot here.â You whisper through clenched teeth, itâs quick and quiet enough for you to get the point across and then escape. âDo not message me here, are you insane?â Jeongin closes the fridge, water bottle in hand and a grin on his lips.
ïżœïżœWhat?â You look back to make sure that youâre still alone before stepping closer to him. âDo not text me here.â
âWhy would I be texting you when youâve been right next to me?â He sips from the bottle in his hands before sitting it down. âI think that youâre confused about -â
âYouâre I.2.n.8, I know you are. Youâre the one whoâs been tipping me and texting me on OF for days.â Jeongin looks down at the tile in an attempt to hide the smug grin on his face. âYou promised not to make it weird.â
âI kept my promise.â He shrugs, looking back up at you with a different gaze, a darker one. âI havenât made anything weird. I havenât brought it up. Itâs you who thinks that Iâm texting you.â
He steps closer, leaving little room between you two. You can feel your face getting hot, the temperature is rising with each second that your eyes are on his. Your thighs press together and you take it as a desperate plea from your body but you donât know what for. â Do you want it to be me texting you?âÂ
The air feels too thick with him so close, you canât breathe. Itâs too much. You turn away, desperate to retreat back to your safe space on the couch but he grabs your wrist before you can escape.Â
His other hand finds your waist and guides your back against the marble counter next to the fridge. âDonât run away from me again, noona.â Thereâs barely an inch between you two and the air feels dry at this point. Your tongue feels too heavy to control in your mouth so you dip it out to skate across your bottom lip. Jeongin watches the movement carefully, too carefully.
âTell me, do you want it to be me, hm?â He shifts, caging you between his arms as he leans against the counter. You catch the flex of his muscles from the corner of your eye and it makes you feel dizzy, what is going on? âDo you want it to be me who tells you how badly I wanna ruin such a pretty thing like you?âÂ
You bite back a groan and sink into the surface behind you. He steps forward, now impossibly close as he moves to whisper in your ear. âIs that what you want, sweetie?â
Oh fuck, it is him. Itâs really him.
âJeongin, we canâtâ Youâre whispering to him so he whispers back. âCanât what? What are you thinking about? Iâve only asked you a question.â
âYou canât be this close to me.â Your words feel forced and your limbs feel heavy as you try to find a way to settle against him. âThis isnât right.â
âYeah? So you touching yourself in your closet and moaning my name is fine? But this isnât right?â Your eyes widen the second those words leave his mouth, how did he know that you film in your closet? Heâs been there a couple of times of course, heâs sat in your bean bag chair and heâs helped you pick out outfits but he never knew that you do Only Fans. So if he knows that youâve been filming in your closet that means he recognized it from one of your videos⊠which means that he also had to have recognized you.Â
âYou knew that it was me the whole time didnât you?â Your eyes flick from his to his lips and back up. âYou knew that it was my account.â His lips spread into a wide mouth smile as he mimics your previous pattern with his dark pupils.Â
âMaybe I did.â He moves his hand to your arm, running his fingers over the exposed flesh of your wrist. Every touch feels like fire as the pads of his fingers glide up your forearm. âMaybe I hoped it was you.â
His fingers press into your flesh every so slightly, itâs enough to make you shift into a firmer press of your thighs. âMaybe I only subscribed to the account because it looked like you.â
His fingers take their time going over the curve of your shoulder. They tease the strap of your top for a second, before dancing up the curve of your neck. âGuess I got lucky, huh?â
That was what tipped the bucket. That is what had you crashing your lips to his and wiping that smug smile off of his face in an instant. He moans into your mouth before you can moan into his, his hand cups your neck, pulling you closer as his other hand grabs at your waist.
Itâs heated and sloppy. He feels just as desperate as you do with every clumsy swipe of his tongue over yours. Youâre panting into his mouth, only pulling away for half a second to breathe before youâre tasting him again.Â
Your hands grab at his flexing arms, scratching and kneading the flesh before you move to make fists into the fabric of his shirt. He feels unreal, heâs more than what you dreamed of. He feels so strong and soft and he tastes like lust itself.
You press your body further into his, taking in the matching thump of his heart to yours as your lips move in an impossible rhythm. Itâs clear that you both feel the same hunger, the same longing, the same need for each other. Maybe this was driving him insane too.
âJump.â His command is muffled and wet against your lips but you understand him and swiftly obey. His hands move to the back of your thighs to help you up onto the counter and he briskly fills in the space between your parted legs with his slim waist.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands wander up your clothed thighs, his fingers dig into the plush flesh with a deep groan. âFuck, do you know how long Iâve thought of this?â He trails kisses over your cheek and over the shell of your ear.Â
âI watched every video.â He moves down the curve of your neck, nipping and kissing the flesh to milk moans from your parted lips. âI listened to every audio. I saved every picture.âÂ
He sucks bruises into your clavicle, licking over the rising cherry marks and planting sloppy kisses. âBut none of that is as good as this.â Youâre panting and moaning into his ear. Words donât make sense. They jumble and disappear behind your eyes with each rough grab and desperate lick.Â
âDo you feel as good as you look, sweetie?â Your eyes flutter open when he pulls back from your neck. Both of your lids are low and your eyes have a lustful haze fogging them. âCan I please feel you?â His hands explore you while you fight with your tongue to form words. They skim over your curves and make you feel like youâre electric. Youâve wanted this, you wanted this so badly.Â
âWe shouldnât.â Your mouth forms the wrong words and you curse yourself for it. Jeongin just nods at you, hands still exploring your body until they reach your breast. He cups them, squeezing a bit and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples.Â
âWe shouldnâtâ He repeats after you, massaging your breast more intensely and pressing the prominent bulge in his sweatpants firm against your cunt. Your breath hitches and your eyes flutter shut.
âWe canâtâ It comes out as a moan as he leans in and sucks on the flesh on the other side of your neck. Your fingers rake through his hair and he groans at the slight tug you give. âYouâre my best friend.âÂ
âDonât worry about making things weird.â He whispers between kisses to the shell of your ear. âJust worry about what you want.â
He pulls away again, fox eyes staring into yours. âYouâre not gonna lose me, donât worry.â Your eyes search his for a second and you can feel your resolve breaking.Â
ïżœïżœâTouch me.â Your voice is barely above a whisper but he heard you, heâs just going to act like he didnât. âSay it again.â
âTouch me, Innie, please. I wanâ it.â His hand is slipping down the front of your shorts in an instant. Everything is back to being clumsy and rough, fast and desperate. He moans when the pads of his fingers run over your slick folds.
âNo panties, sweetie?â His eyes roll back and he bites at his bottom lip to try to control himself.Â
âIâm sorry, I canât do this.â He hooks his fingers into the side of your shorts and starts trying to work them down your thighs. âI need you, itâs driving me mad.âÂ
You lift up for him and when you come back down his lips are on yours. âYouâre driving me insane.â He whispers against your spit slick lips, his forehead is pressed to yours as his fingers roam your slippery cunt. He covers you in your own slick, dipping in and out of your folds and teasing your waiting hole.
âPlease, no teasing, I canât take it.â He rubs your clit, once then twice before slipping back down. âInnie, please Iâll be so good. Iâll be so good for you please just fuck me.âÂ
He pushes a finger into you slowly, taking in the soaked warmth that he caused. This is all because of him and his cock twitches at the thought. You moan and arch your back, your nails dig into his forearms as he moves. His rhythm is steady and unfamiliar, it makes your body sing in a way that no one else ever has.
âYouâre so tight, noona. So wet.â His eyes are glued to where his finger is disappearing inside of you. He adds another, pushing in slowly before taking his previous pace. âOh fuck, this is how it looks when you fuck yourself. When you take those toys and stuff your cunt. Shit, itâs so hot.â
Youâre grinding into his hand, meeting his fingers when they fill you to the knuckle. Your tongue is poked between your teeth in an attempt to keep yourself quiet but youâve already failed. Each thrust is met with a whining whimper that Jeongin eats up like candy.Â
âInnie, Innie, c-can you curl them please? Curl your fingers inside of - holy shit, yes yes yes.â He watches your eyes roll back as your orgasm builds and builds.Â
âDid you think of me?â His voice is thick with lust as he watches you. âWhen you made your last audio, did you think about me?â Youâre shaking your head before you can even filter the question. You admit it shamelessly as you chase your high thatâs dangling in front of you.
âYes, I did I did, I thought of you.â Your orgasm rushes up your legs and blurs your vision with one more stroke of his fingers but heâs pulling out before you can ride it out. You whimper at the loss but a gasp quickly follows when youâre filled with something thicker.
âI know.â He moans, bracing himself against the cabinet behind your head as he pushes into you. âYou said my name in the audio, you know that?â
He bottoms out with a groan, your cunt is spasming around him as your previous orgasm rips through you but you can already feel another one building as the first one subsides. His other hand settles at the nape of your neck and he pulls you in for a searing kiss.Â
You canât breathe being this full of him. With his tongue exploring your mouth and his cock stretching your walls. It feels like you're suffocating in the most delicious way. âShit, your pussy takes - takes me so well.â You can feel his control dissolving. Itâs evident in the way he pants against you and how his dark eyes droop lower and lower with each unsteady pull of his hips.
âI wanna take my time with you.â He whispers against your lips. âI wanna but I canât.â Heâs whining, moaning and cursing into the air as he drags against your walls. You canât even really hear him if youâre being honest. Between the sloppy sounds of your cunt being fucked, the rapid beating of your heart and ringing in your ears youâre completely clocked out. Utterly brain-dead.Â
âPlease, let me hear you. Please, I wanna know what you sound like when I fuck you.â Your voice shakes with a moan of his name as he switches his pace. His thrusts become faster and deeper, his breathing ragged, heâs doing his best to fuck you how heâs seen you fuck yourself. Heâs doing his best to ruin you the same way that he imagined every time that heâd jerk his cock to your content.
 âMore more more, please. Deeper, I wanâ it deeper.â His hands move to your thighs at your request and he pulls your ass to the very edge of the counter. He supports your legs on either side of him while you brace yourself against the side of the fridge.Â
He pushes into you until his pelvis is flush against you. Every single thick inch of him is buried inside of you. Your pussy swells around him, squeezing him so perfectly that he lets his head fall forward with a moan. The hand that isnât against the fridge balls the fabric of his shirt against his chest and slowly pulls it up until his torso is exposed to you.Â
âOh, fuck.â Your eyes snap shut once you feel him twitch inside of you. You let your hand run over his toned core, taking in every firm dip from under his fallen shirt. âMove, please. Please, Innie.â
ââM gonna cum if I move.â His voice is strained as he rummages for any last bit of self control but heâs lost it all. He pulls back slowly, swirling his hips to hit every spot that you could imagine and more. Your pussy clenches around him as he sinks back in and he nearly busts at the feeling.
âI can feel you in my fucking stomach.â Thatâs all that you had to say to break him. Thatâs all that you had to say to have him pushing deeper into you then pulling back with every intention of ruining you. The only sound that you can hear is skin against skin decorated by your harmonizing moans.
 His eyes are shut tight as he moves, heâs biting his tongue, trying his best not to whine and moan like he does into his hand while watching your videos. You on the other hand are loud. Youâre so fucked out and dazed that you can barely remember where you are. You couldnât answer the first question asked to you even if you tried, the only thing that you can think of right now is Jeongin. Everything is him. Him, him, him.
âInnie âm gonna cum, youâre gonna make me. Gonna make me cum, fuck fuck fuck.â You scratch into his abs, leaving pretty red marks for him to remember this moment. Your head falls back as you float in the feeling of being dumb with pleasure. His hips slam into you at their own accord and you just take it. You let him fuck you just how he wants, just how you need it.Â
âCum, please cum. You feel too good. sweetie. Gonna make me cum.â His thrusts become more frantic, his movements more erratic. Your body is trembling and your mind is blank. A familiar fuzziness takes over your vision as you lose control, you welcome it. You savor it and quietly beg for more. âCum on my cock, noona.â
Heâs begging and youâre complying. Your vision blurs with a hazy white, your breathing hitches, and your body trembles with pleasure. Youâre more than positive that your damn near screaming his name as he fucks you through what might be the most intense orgasm of your life. âThatâs it, Thank you for your cum. Thank you.âÂ
His fingers dig into your thighs as his thrusts become unpredictable. He canât take much more and he knows it. As much as he wanted to savor you he just canât help but to get lost in the way you feel. He can swear that you were made for him. âOh fuck, oh, fuck, Iâm cumming.â With one final thrust heâs pulling out and milking his cock of thick ropes of white that settle on your inner thigh and drips down to frame your glistening cunt.Â
He slumps forward, forehead resting against yours as you both pant hot and heavy satisfaction into the air. The silence is loud, almost louder than your pounding heart and racing thoughts as your eyes flutter open to meet Jeonginâs.
You stare at each other, itâs soft and almost comfortable but thereâs still this looming uneasiness in your chest that makes you feel like you made a big mistake. It makes you feel like you just lost something. âHere.â He speaks first, pulling back from you to reach for the water bottle that he had earlier.
âDrink this, please.â Heâs gentle as he opens the bottle and raises it to your lips. He tips your head back with a bent finger and turns the bottle up for you. âAre you okay?â
You swallow hard, panting for another second before you try nodding your head but you donât know what to tell him. âHey.â He grabs your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts for a second and calming you with his touch. âEverythingâs alright. We didnât ruin anything.âÂ
He smiles softly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that you canât help but melt into. Maybe heâs right. Maybe youâre just nervous to confront all of this, maybe youâre just scared to admit to yourself that you want him. You want him so badly and so much more.
He pulls back and you sigh, nodding your head with a whisper. âIâm okay.âÂ
âLet me clean you up and we can talk?â He starts fixing himself up and you canât help but to snort a laugh. âI feel like we did this in reverse order.â
He smiles as he moves over to the sink. âYeah, maybe.â The two of you laugh softly as he wets a couple of paper towels. Itâs quiet again. It's comfortable. Everything will be alright.
âYour bedroom is literally right down the hall, you couldnât fuck there?â Seungmin yells to the two of you and you freeze, Holy fuckaroni, you forgot that they were here.Â
âYou never even brought me my drink!â Jisung follows and Jeongin rolls his eyes and comes back over to you with the paper towels. Felix yells right after Jisung and you canât help but to break out into laughter with Jeongin as he cleans you up.Â
âAre you two not confused that they just fucked? Is it just me?.âÂ
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if youâre afraid of the dark âŠ
⊠price
- keeps the dark away. gets table lamps for every surface in the house (you come along to pick out the screens). puts up floodlights in the backyard and connects them to motion detectors. if the house doesnât have a connected garage, he has one built or considers moving, so you can easily access your car even at night. sometimes asks simon to hang around the house (unbeknownst to you) when heâs not there to look after you himself. he does have a few very real enemies, after all.
⊠kyle
- helps you face your fears. takes you on walks at night, progressively straying further and further from the lit paths. sometimes borrows a retired k9 to walk with you, or to stay home with you when heâs deployed. doesnât know exactly what youâre afraid of (except for the anamorphous threat of the dark), but tries to make sure you can defend yourself. teaches you close combat. gives you pepper spray even though itâs illegal and slips a sharp little pocket knife into your purse.
⊠johnny
- is also a little afraid, honestly. holds your hand for both of your benefit. if he forgets something in the car, it can stay there until morning. his fear makes you a little less afraid, though. big, strong, reckless military guy like him, wonât go outside alone at night? suddenly you donât think the darkness is all that scary. you put the previously forgotten bins out at midnight while he watches from the window. he checks and triple checks the locked doors after you come in. you rub his back in bed after.
⊠simon
- is there. follows you around the house at night like a shadow. doesnât let you do anything alone. mutters âjus me, luvâ when youâre both in the cellar for something and he touches your back and you flinch, strung high. keeps his hand there while you do what you need to. stands between you and the bathroom door when you do your nightly routine in front of the mirror. says itâs protect you from the darkness outside the door. leans against the door and struggles to keep his eyes open. taking care of his luv is tiresome.
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Just the two of us-L. Norris
Lando Norris x fem! Reader
Lando just won his second Grand Prix and all he has in his mind is getting you back to the hotel..ïżŒ
Warnings,: SMUT, P in v, Unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), fingering( F receiving), Cursing, teasing, edging, pretty much porn with a plot!! Prob some errors, I hope you enjoy!
You bounced on your feet next to Adam as you waited for Lando to move towards you two. The metal of the barricade pressing into your stomach as you leaned against it, watching as Lando emerged from his car.
He ran to his team first, hugging everyone that made the win possible before he made it to you and Adam.
He hugged his father close, patting his cheek as they pulled away and moved over to you. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his went around your waist.
âCongrats baby!!â You cheered, not even sure if he could hear you but the slight pat his gloved gave to your bum assured you that he caught some part of your words.
You kissed his helmet as he pulled back, catching your eyes he sent you a small wink as he turned around and began to remove his gear.
You couldnât help the way your eyes were glued to him as he took his balaclava off, shaking his curls and running a hand through his hair.
The mullet had been doing things for you and you couldnât wait to get him back to the hotel and into your bed.
You watched the Podium celebration before heading to his drivers room to wait for him, sitting on the small couch scrolling through Twitter liking all the supportive tweets from devoted fans.
Hearing the creek of the door your head shot up, an eyebrow inching up at the sight of your shirtless boyfriend. Trophy and shirt in one hand, while his phone rested in the other.
âWhereâd your shirt go?â You laughed, moving to stand on your feet and head towards him.
âGot hot.â He shrugged, his cheeky grin pulling on his lips he sat everything down and pulled you against him.
He tucked his head into your neck, a relaxing sigh of relief coming from him as he finally got a second to be with just you.
âHow are you feeling?â You asked softly, knowing heâd had himself worried about not performing well after the summer break.
âOkay, Iâm glad I was able to get that win but now Iâm exhausted. Canât wait to get into bed and sleep.â He chuckled lightly.
He pulled back just enough to see your face, his eyes locked on yours as he smiled gently.
âIâm gonna shower and then we can head back?â
âSounds good to me.â You smiled back, leaning in for what you intended to be a sweet kiss but he made quick work of moving his hand from your waist to the back of your head and pushing his lips harder against yours.
You finally pulled back at the feeling of him trying to push his tongue into your mouth, a giggle escaping you at his whine.
âGo shower big guy, that king sized bed and room service are calling my name.â You patted his chest and stepped back.
âFineeee.â He groaned playfully, grabbing his change of clothes and heading for the small shower.
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Opening the door to the hotel room Lando held it for you as you followed in behind him, watching as you beelined straight for the bed and plopped yourself on top.
He did his best to ignore the way the skirt of your dress flipped up showing the curve of your bum and lacy panties.
As much as he wanted nothing more than to roll your dress up and take you right then and there he could hear sleep calling his name.
He coughed as he walked past setting his things down and exchanging his jeans and T shirt for a pair of sweatpants.
âAre you changing darling?â He asked.
âYeah, can I borrow a shirt?â You asked innocently, now sitting up to face him.
âBy borrowing you mean stealing it and me never seeing it again?â He laughed as he picked you one from his suitcase.
âYouâll see it again..itâll just be In my drawers rather than yours.â You smirked.
Lando handed you the quadrant shirt, watching as you stood on your feet and slipped off the sandals youâd picked for the day before pulling the sun dress over your head, bra quickly following as they both hit the floor.
He gulped at the way your breasts hardened from the cold breeze in the room, goosebumps covering your skin before you quickly pulled the dark shirt over your head.
âYou okay?â You smirked when you caught his stare.
âMhm, yeah.â He coughed turning away from you as he adjusted his pants to hide the now very prominent boner.
You shook your head at his antics, picking up your clothes from the floor and moving to put them in your own suitcase.
âWhat do you wanna get to eat?â You questioned after finding a comfortable spot on the bed, Lando climbing in right next to you with the tv remote in hand.
âYou can order whatever, Iâll eat anything right now.â He laughed.
You could tell he was trying to act normal despite his tense shoulders, his eyes constantly dropping to your bare thighs that were just inches from his.
You nodded in reply, reaching across the bed for the room phone making sure the shirt you sported rose up more than usual letting him get a glimpse of your panties.
You heard the small groan he let out, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you played your games with him.
You returned to your spot next to him after ordering you both some pasta, wine, and dessert.
Lando was now laying against the headboard, his lower abdomen under the heavy duvet, you slid under it as well cuddling into his side as his arm moved to wrap around your shoulder.
âHow long did they say?â He asked.
âAbout 45 minutes.â You replied softly.
He nodded in return his eyes glued to the show heâd picked, you decided to behave for a little allowing the both of you some time to fully relax before you started up again.
You could sense he was tired and needed some time to relax but as you counted down the minutes till the food was set to arrive you couldnât help yourself as your hand moved from his lap to his stomach.
Truthfully he didnât even notice your moves at first, not thinking much about your hand moving against his skin. That was until he felt your cold fingers beginning to trace the waistband of his pants.
A sharp gasp echoing from him when he felt your hand finally slip under the elastic of both his pants and boxers, his hand that rested behind you gripping the material of your shirt as pleasure begin to flow through him.
âFuck.â He whimpered as you pumped him slowly, thumb moving around the swollen head of his cock.
His chest began to heave as he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer with every stroke of your soft hand he felt the world slipping away.
You watched as his head tipped back, soft curls tickling his forehead as beads of sweat began to gather at his hair line.
His sounds picked up, soft whimpers becoming moans as he was on the brink of his orgasm. It wouldnât take much more to get him to cum and you knew it, flexing your wrist a bit more you had him ready until a knock on the door had you stopping your movements.
âRoom service!â A woman called from outside.
âFoods here!â You smirked evilly, withdrawing your hand from his pants Lando let out a pained whimper at the loss of contact.
He stayed glued in his position watching you open the door and grab the cart from the Lady, thanking her politely before pulling it into the room and shutting the door.
He watched as you moved around as if he wasnât even there, as if you didnât just have him moaning and gasping on the brink of an orgasm with your hands shoved in his pants.
âBaby?!â He called catching your attention.
âHuh?â
âWhat the hell was that?â He exclaimed, voice shaky despite his attempted sternness.
âWhat was what?â You asked dumbly, eyes showing nothing but fake innocence.
He stood up at that, marching to where you stood heâd had enough. He allowed you to play your little game long enough, he was tired when you two got back not really feeling like sex was in the cards but now you had him wide awake and ready.
Reaching you he didnât hesitate wrapping a strong hand around the base of your throat, the twinkle he saw in your eyes and the way you did your best to hide your smirk had him realizing this was exactly what you wanted.
âIâm not playing this damn game anymore Y/n.â He spat, âget your ass on the bed.â
âWhat about the foo-â I donât give a fuck about the food, on the bed.â
His shoulders relaxed when you quickly obeyed and took off towards the bed, with a sway to your hips and slight pep in your step he knew you were ready.
Stripping from his pants and boxers he made sure you were watching his movements, he made his way back to his side of the bed resuming his earlier position.
âCome here.â He called and you did as he asked.
Moving to his lap you cried out when he pushed your panties to the side, thick fingers running through your folds.
âLook at that, youâre absolutely soaked.â He scoffed, fingers continuing their slow and steady movements.
âThat little game of yours get you like this baby? Getting me to the edge and stopping?â
You nodded pathetically at his words, the pleasure of his hands beginning to cloud your brain, hand reaching for his shoulder to steady yourself as your knees got shaky.
âGetting close love?â He smirked up at you, watching the way your chest heaved just like his had, how your hands were balled up just like his, your sounds getting louder by the second.
âYes! Fuck yes.â You panted, hazy eyes locking with his.
You could feel it, it was right there all it would take was a few more strokes of his talented fingers but right as you felt yourself at the cusp everything went away.
âNo, no, no, Lando please.â You begged trying to grab his hand but his reflexes were too quick for you.
He laughed, he actually laughed at you. His chest moving slightly as he put on a faux pout for you, his bottom lip sticking out as he cupped your cheek.
âSucks doesnât it baby?â He asked, his eyes now holding the evil look.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have teased you. Will you please make me cum?â You pleaded with the Brit, giving him your best puppy eyes.
âHmm I donât know..donât know if you deserve it.â He spoke, voice dripping with a seductive venom.
âPlease baby, Iâll be good I promise. Just want to cum and to make you cum.â You tried, scooting closer to him.
His large hands found a home on your hips gripping them tight, he pulled you down a bit to rub your dripping center over the tip of his angry cock.
Twin gasps escaping both of you at the bone chilling feeling, your nails digging into his skin as his dug into the material of his shirt you still wore.
He guided you until his cock was resting right against your hole, eyes locked on your face as you slid down on him.
Lando swore there was no better sight then the way your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, the air getting knocked from your lungs as you took him all the way, stopping once you reached the base of his cock for a second to adjust to his length and thickness.
âFuck.â He breathed, hands dropping to cup your plump ass cheeks.
He moved you back and forth slowly, a hot cry leaving you as the mixed pleasure of him hitting so deep and your clip rubbing against his pelvis.
His own head dropped back at the pleasure, feet planting themselves on the bed as he began to thrust up into you.
Your body falling against his completely as you cried out wordless moans, the lingering tension from your missed orgasm adding onto the already powerful pleasure.
Lando could feel his own body quivering at the pleasure, his abs tightening with each thrust, doing his best to hold himself off until you came for him.
âDoing so fucking good baby.â He groaned out, pulling your face out of his neck he locked your lips in a hot kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip dragging another moan from you.
âShit Lando.â You cried, arms wrapping around his neck as you held eye contact, beginning to rock your hips to match his thrusts.
Hearing your breath hitch with every thrust mixed with the way your cunt hugged his cock he could tell you were close, his lips moving to kiss the spot below your ear.
âI want you to come for me now, can you do that baby?â He cooed in your ear, basking in the whine that left your lips at his words.
âUh huhâ you babbled to him, hips moving faster as you chased your high.
âGood girl.â
Those two words were all it took to finally push you over the edge, your mouth dropping into a silent scream as your body shook against his.
He fucked you through your high, his sharp and steady thrusts never stopping even as your moans of overstimulation picked up.
âLando! Fuck, I canât take anymore.â You cried, hands tangling into his curls.
âIâm almost there love, just need you to be a good girl for me.â He panted, his hips begging to stutter as he felt his climax strongly approaching.
âCome for me champ, fill me up.â You spoke in his ear just like he had for you.
He groaned at your words, his grip on you tight as he thrusted a few more times before finally coming to a halt with a deep groan.
His spent body dropped back against the headboard as you laid on his chest, his hand coming to stroke your hair as you both came down from your highs.
After a few moments of silence he finally spoke up, âWell that was some celebration sex for sure.â
You both laughed as you slapped his chest lightly, âshut up.â
It was silent for a little while longer until he tapped your bum twice, âWe gotta get you cleaned up.â
You groaned at his words not sure if you were even capable of moving let alone standing on your legs right now.
âI know, I know but we need to eat some food too.â He cooed and you couldnât argue with that as the scent of the pasta across the room hit your nose.
Shifting to straddle him again you whimpered at the overstimulation, taking a deep breath before you pulled off of him.
A groan falling from Lando as he watched a mixture of your releases land on his softening cock, he placed a sharp swat to your ass when he saw a smirk itching to tug at your lips.
âKeep it up and Iâll fuck yoy even harder in the shower.â
âPromise?â
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dbf!logan who adores taking care of you *mdni
a/n: sorry if this doesn't fit the exact vibe lmao i kinda went off script with this one
logan and your father have been close friends for quite some time now. They met at one of your father's odd jobs and around the time that you first started university was when logan met you.
the prettiest young thing he's ever seen. it didn't take long for logan to sink his claws into you and make you his.
it started out innocently, logan would catch you rushing out of the house to go on a date with some frat guy and he would stop you at the door.
"might wanna pull down that dress, bunny." logan said, reaching down to tug at the tiny red dress you were wearing. "don't want 'em thinkin' that you're easy, right?"
his sweet condescending words send a flush of heat up to your cheeks. logan had never spoken to you like that; no one had really.
"right, mr.howlett." you nodded, avoiding his piercing gaze. "t-thanks."
logan hated seeing you leave with some asshole who didn't know how to treat a girl like you. only he could handle you.
as the months passed, logan finally made his mark on you. he had been waiting it out for too long; tormented by images of you kissing guys that you didn't even like. he hated how you would come back with messy hair and a frown on your face from a night of disappointment. on logan's way out, he would pass you on the porch and fix your hair for you. see? he wasn't too bad after all.
you wanted logan and he knew it for certain, he could smell you and there was no escaping that.
"come sit." logan stated, startling you. your father had a work emergency to take care of, he said he would be right back but it's already been ten minutes alone with logan.
carefully, you decide to sit on the other end of the couch; farthest away from his thick thighs were spread for his own comfort.
"closer, bunny." he instructs, patting his lap for you to sit. "i don't bite."
you hesitated for a second before taking a seat on the dark denim material. it tickled the back of your bare thighs a little.
"i'm not sure about this, mr.howlett." your voice was meek; eyes staring down at his belt buckle rather than up at his hazel ones. "my father should be back soon."
"we've got enough time." logan assured, lacing a hand through your hair, pulling you closer until your lips meet.
everything started out slow, logan didn't want to scare you away. it wasn't until he felt you moving on top of him, that he deepened the kiss and slipped his hand under your shirt.
you shouldn't want someone like logan; broken beyond repair, old enough to be your parent, and someone who waited you out for his own selfish needs.
"l-l-logan." you pant against his lips, grey beard tickling you softly.
his belt buckle catches on your cotton underwear, causing your eyes to roll back. logan adored every sound that fell from your lips. engraving every moment into his brain. your little reactions to the friction reminded that none of these boys you wasted your time with knew how to care for you like he does.
neither of you were exactly sure how much time had passed but sooner than you would like, a car pulled into the driveway.
logan was the first to pull away from the kiss, admiring his hard work. he loved how messy you got while kissing him. your eyes a daze and a blissed out smile upon your lips.
"ya made a mess on that pretty face, sweetheart." he whispers wiping your smeared red lipstick and adjusting your top.
you liked being logan's dirty little secret and he enjoyed riling you up any chance he got; whether it was quick heated kisses while waiting for your father to come back the garage with those tools logan asked to borrow, or if he had a couple minutes to lift up that short skirt that's been plaguing his mind all day long.
one thing about being with an older man like logan is that he took care of you like how you deserved.
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I absolutely adore your roommate James series! Itâs so tender and soft and sweet and it feels like the literary version of a hug đ you nail it every time!
Thank you sweetness!!! I am giving you a hug actually <3
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Things have come to a point where James needs to admit to himself that he likes you as more than a friend.Â
The problem is, he likes you as a friend so much. Heâs no stranger to the dilemma of risking a friendship for something more, but heâs not a teenager anymore and youâre not Lily. James knows he wouldnât be able to play it off as a silly, harmless crush with you. And, really, he wouldnât want to. You bully your way into his thoughts all day long. Your sweet voice, the way you talk with your eyes, tiny moments like the way your lips parted when heâd first slipped and called you sweetheart. Youâd schooled your expression into teasing exasperation almost immediately, but there had been a softening in your eyes that made him impatient to do it again.
If he told you all that, James would probably come home to find all your things gone. You can barely handle it when he tells you you look nice. He doesnât want to lose you.Â
So, against his wishes and all his instincts and proclivities, heâs going to let it lie. James wants to be your friend more than he wants to discover what else you could be together. He can love you this way, too.Â
That doesnât do anything to deaden the thrill that goes up his spine when he picks up his phone and hears your voice on the other end, though.
âJames?âÂ
âY/n?â He checks the number on his phone. Itâs not in his contacts.Â
âYeah. Um, are youâare you busy?â Thereâs a wobble in your voice. Jamesâ heart drops straight down to his stomach.Â
âIâm not,â he says, stopping short of the field where his teammates are gathering and turning back towards his car. âIs everything alright?âÂ
âYeah.â Itâs clearly not, but he was silly to ask. Of course youâd say that. âI just, if youâre free, I was wondering if you could maybe pick me up?âÂ
That wobble hasnât gone from your voice. Jamesâ heart trembles in solidarity.Â
He gets back in his car, starting the ignition with perhaps a tad too much force. âIâm on my way,â he promises. âWhere are you, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âIâm outside the Waterstones on Manor Road, you know where that is?âÂ
âI know the one, yeah.âÂ
Your voice sounds held together by fragments. âIâm sorry, itâs far.âÂ
âDonât be sorry,â he says, then regrets it instantly. This is hardly the time for a good-natured scolding. He turns out of the parking lot. âIâm coming. Whatâs wrong?âÂ
âIâveâIâve had my phone and wallet taken. I donât have my key to the apartment.âÂ
âTaken?â Jamesâ head buzzes like a TV turned to the wrong channel. âBy who?âÂ
âA man, IâI donât know. Um, Iâm borrowing this womanâs phone, and I think I should give it back.â
His lungs feel small, panic choking him. âIâll be there in thirty minutes. Be safe, yeah?â Â
âYeah.â A breath crackles through the phone. James wonders if youâd been choking, too. âThanks, James.âÂ
âJust be safe.âÂ
The sun has dipped below most buildings by the time he gets there. It makes it difficult to see you, but Jamesâ eyes work like a compass, finding your shadowy form curled up on the curb. The bookstore looks to be closed or close to it, no patrons walking by you as you sit with your knees bent close to your chest.Â
You see his car pull up, and heâs halfway to you before youâre even standing. Your arms come around James as readily as his around you, your face squished willingly into the fabric of his workout shirt. Your breath seems to stutter out of you.Â
âItâs okay,â he says, grasping the back of your head. Heâs not sure if heâs talking to you, or himself, or either of you. Heâll tell whoever will listen. âYouâre okay, sweetheart, itâs alright.âÂ
âSorry,â you squeak. âI donât know why Iâm crying now.âÂ
âYouâre okay,â James says again, just for good measure. His lips find the top of your head. âWhat happened?âÂ
âI think I was mugged,â you laugh. It comes out warped, completely unlike the sound heâs spent months chasing after. âThis guy showed me a knife, and told me to hand him my bag and phone, and I just gave them to him. It was right out in the open.â Another jagged, heart-aching laugh. âI feel so stupid.âÂ
âWhy would someone else mugging you make you stupid?â James lets you go enough to give you a little space, but his arms stay around you, his hand rubbing firmly over your shoulder blade. âDid you call the police?âÂ
You gnaw on your lower lip. It already looks bitten to shreds. âNo.âÂ
He nods, taking a breath. James isnât typically the responsible one in his relationships. Heâs not good at knowing what to do. It makes him think of being thirteen and seeing Sirius all bruised and broken, feeling his heart break and knowing that he had to fix things despite the both of them being too young to have any clue how to deal with something so huge. James is an adult now, but he still feels too young.Â
âDo you want to go home?â he asks you.Â
You bite down hard on your lip, but your eyes gloss anyway. âYeah,â you say, voice breaking.Â
James pulls you close and gives in to treating you the way he wants to, kisses pressed into your hairline and tender words pouring from his lips. He gets you into the car and takes you home.Â
Throughout the rest of the evening, youâre at once more reticent and more talkative than youâve ever been. Youâll stare into the distance for minutes at a time, but then youâll speak up, seemingly randomly, about some small fact youâd forgotten or a thought thatâs been pushing at your consciousness. You tell him that you donât think you could describe the man well enough to the police. That you have no concept of how long you stood around before you thought to ask for someone elseâs phone. That you sort of wish youâd refused to hand yours over, because really what was the worst that could have happened?
âWell, he could have stabbed you,â James says.
âYeah, but how often is that really fatal? And he might not have. Itâs embarrassing, all he had to do was show me the knife and I turned everything over. I probably would have been fine.âÂ
âI donât think youâre automatically fine if youâre not dead, angel. You were still at risk of being stabbed.âÂ
âIâd still have my phone and everything, though.âÂ
âI think youâre worth a bit more than that stuff.âÂ
âMm, agree to disagree.âÂ
James does things he doesnât particularly want to doâphoning your bank, filing a police report online, texting your landlord about a new set of keysâand several things he really does want to do. Once youâve changed into your cozy clothes he practically swaddles you in blankets, putting a hot chocolate in your hand and that show youâre always watching on the TV. He makes you dinner, teases you until he gets a real smile, puts your mumâs number in his phone and texts her to let her know youâre okay. James touches you amply, lips on your cheek and hand smoothing the hair from your face and one knee pressing into your leg through the blanket.Â
And you let him.Â
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KNOCK - KNOCK PROMPTS.
listen i recently became obsessed with the amount of television shows that have a mystery person knocking on the protagonist's door as a major finale cliffhanger, and it got me thinking, and now we have this list that a few immensely talented people helped me with! that said, we know the drill by now. DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN! IF YOU HAVE IDEAS FOR MORE PROMPTS SEND THEM TO ME AND I WILL ADD THEM!
[ KISS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door and impulsively pulls them in for a passionate kiss that punctuates a lengthy slow-burn between the two.
[ WOUNDED ]: sender arrives at the receiver's door with considerable injuries, in dire need of help and emergency care that only the receiver is either trusted enough or convenient enough to provide.
[ TEARS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door in tears and in need of comfort after a long day (or week, or monthâŠ)
[ DEFEATED ]: sender arrives at the receiver's door after having lost a considerably important battle (metaphorical or literal) and needing a place to recuperate from the loss.
[ FUGITIVE ]: sender, having just become a fugitive from the law, runs to the receiver's home in the hopes of finding shelter and safety with them.
[ GIFTS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house with gifts for the homeowner themselves.
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[ DATE ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to take them on a romantic date.
[ HANG OUT ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to hang out with them for the day.
[ GO OUT ]: sender heads to the receiver's house to take them out for a day of fun/relaxation.
[ COLLECT ]: sender shows up at the receiver's house to collect something that the receiver has either purchased for them or borrowed from them.
[ DELIVER ]: sender shows up at the receiver's house to deliver something to them that either the sender borrowed or the receiver requested from them.
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[ GOODBYE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to say a final farewell after learning they're due to leave town, possibly for good.
[ SECRET ]: sender sneaks out to the receiver's house to meet with them in secret.
[ BAD NEWS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's doorstep to deliver some bad news to them (SPECIFY THE NEWS).
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[ NEIGHBOUR ]: sender, having just moved in next door, arrives at the receiver's house to introduce themselves.
[ ENGINE ]: sender's car breaks down in the same street that the receiver lives on, leading the sender to knock on their door to ask for help.
[ PRETEND ]: sender knocks on the receiver's door to ask them to pretend to know them for the sake of a cover story.
[ VISIT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house for a casual visit.
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dent - Matt Sturniolo
summary: you accidentally dent matt's car after taking it to work, when you give matt the news he doesn't comfort you, quite the opposite actually resulting in an argument. he finds a good way to make it up to you after he realises he overreacted.
contains: angst, arguing, crying, yelling, slight panic attack, smut, fingering, matt the munch, fluff.
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I walk out of my office into the cold hair which hits my bare skin harshly, I tug down my mini dress with a sigh as i approach my boyfriend, matt's, car. he let me borrow it for work today due to the fact my cars in the repair shop.
I swing open the door to his car, flopping down into the drivers seat and instantly turning on the heating. I drive forward a couple meters before realising i left my phone in the office
"shit" i mumble, slamming on the brakes and swinging open my door.
It hits the pole which i pulled up next to, "oh my fuck-" i gasp, "no- no" i repeat before jumping out of my car, looking at the door. It has a reasonably large dent in it now.
"no, no no no.." i throw my head into my hands, i decide to grab my phone then deal with this situation.
my heels click against the concrete as i sprint towards the front door of the office,
I swiftly run into the elevator and press level 6, my finger shaking. "what do I even say to matt!" I mumble to myself.
the elevator door opens with a ding and i make my way towards my room, I pull out my keys and unlock the door, walking back in and swiping my phone off of the desk. I run back towards the elevator and pile in with one of my coworkers.
"You 'goin lobby?" she asks, I nod with a forced smile as i fix my hair in the mirror. The door to the elevator opens, I speed-walk out and out the building towards matt's car.
I start to instantly feel guilty as i look at the door on the drivers side again, I open the door more carefully this time and jump in, I turn on the car and pull out of the parking spot,
my hands grip the wheel as panic flushes over me, "matt will understand, i'm sure."
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after parking the car in the driveway I walk up the front porch, I knock twice on the door as I feel my eyes water slightly, I push back my tears with a deep breath.
Matt opens the door with a tired smile, "hey sweetheart! how was work?" he breathes out, I walk inside with a shaky breath, folding my arms over my stomach.
"matt.. i need to tell you something" i say, looking up at him with my bottom lip trembling.
"yeah!? anything- are you okay?" he says with a concerned look on his face.
"i- i um" i take a deep breath before continuing "i accidentally opened the car door into a pole- like really hard and now theres a big dent" i squeeze out, my voice breaking halfway through
"you what?" he raises his voice "let me see it?"
i nod, walking back outside towards the car, matt follows close behind me. he takes one look at the door and instantly turns around, throwing his hands up
"of course you fucking did!" matt raises his voice, walking back inside
"matt i'm sorry-" i start but matt cuts me off "i dont wanna hear it- i dont wanna hear your voice,"
my eyebrows twist "matt what? i'm gonna pay for that you know that" i say, slightly louder, following matt inside
"no- how the fuck are you that blind? how do you slam the car into a pole that big? are you fucking stupid!" matt yells, looking at me directly in the eyes.
my lips part in shock, "you can't speak to me like that matt! it was an accident" i argue back, matt scoffs.
"you're so fucking clueless."
i feel my eyes water, "why don't you do anything right?" he groans loudly.
i burst into sobs, "don't say that" i whisper, taking in sharp panicked breaths.
"i'll say what i want!? you can tell me what to say and what not to when you grow a fucking conscious!"
and with that i go to walk down the corridor past matt, already embarrassed from crying. he grabs my wrist tugging me back towards him. i gasp with an ugly sob
"look at me." matt growls, i shake my head looking down at my feet.
"look at me!" he raises his voice, "fine!" i yell, looking up at him.
"if my car. isn't fixed by tomorrow evening. we're going to have a problem y/n." matt says blankly.
"i know- let me go!" i whine, he releases his grip and i run towards matt and i's bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
i hear matt mutter something about me being pathetic through the door
âstop being so mean matt!â i yell in a bratty way, i feel my breathing get shallow, my body gradually heating up
my sobs never slow, in fact they get worse the more that the argument we just hand sinks into me. the whole house is now silent aside from matt and iâs room where iâm struggling to breathe
i sink down onto the floor against the wall as i bury my face in my knees, i take in shaky attempts of breathes as i cry into the fabric of my pants.
I pick up my phone and email mattâs insurance company, informing them on what just happened to his car. My hands shake against the keyboard, as soon as i press send iâm up off the floor and in my closet, tearing off my minidress and changing into one of mattâs shirts.
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Iâve been laying in bed for about an hour now, just now realising that i havenât ate since mid day and now itâs 9pm, iâve finally calmed myself down after what happened earlier
matt wonât be in the kitchen iâm sure, i hoist myself up off of bed and walk into the corridor. I feel myself get nervous, i donât want to get upset again.
as i reach the end of the corridor i enter the kitchen, matt sitting at the dining table on his phone with a plate of dinner infront of him,
itâs okay.
if i donât look at him iâll be fine.
i can see out of the side of vision matt looking up at me, i open the pantry.
matt clears his throat before starting, âI made you dinner aswell.. it- itâs in the fridge and thereâs muffins in there too.â matt says softly, his voice is quiet, like if he gets any louder iâll disappear.
i donât respond, i donât have to respond to anything he does after how he treated me earlier.
i open the fridge to see a plate of pasta in the fridge, topped with a stupid green leaf on top which matt âonly does for special occasionsâ, i remember him telling me and we laughed about it for hours.
along side thereâs a couple of muffins which have a poor attempt of being iced, a dollop of icing ontop of each one with some strategically placed sprinkles.
i take the two plates as i keep my lips pressed into a line, i walk back down the corridor into our room and shut the door behind me with a loud sigh.
i have to admit, it was sweet what he had made, heâs always had a weird love for cooking for me no matter how bad he was at it, i think it was because of the amount of enthusiasm i gave him every time he presented it to me.
i sit down at mattâs desk, my feet up on the chair as i take a small bite. I didnât really have an appetite but i was hungry, and this was nice.
after devouring the muffins i was feeling better, it was now 9:30pm and I decided that i needed to have my hour on my phone in bed before i sleep. I leave the dishes in a neat pile on the desk.
usually i would take them into the kitchen but i didnât want to see matt, i knew i would cry this time.
I flop down into matt and iâs bed, it feels empty without him. Weâve slept in the same bed every night of our relationship and itâs the only way i can sleep.
â-
10:23pm
knock knock
i hear soft knocking on the door, i choose to ignore it.
knock knock
again, followed by the door clicking open. iâm practically buried under the duvet, only my hair visible so i keep my eyes infront of me at my phone.
i hear mattâs footsteps get closer to the bed, from the small gap out of the duvet i see his jeans by the bed.
i think heâs trying to figure out if iâm awake or not.
I let out a deep sigh and tug the duvet up higher. Matt takes in a shaking breath as he looks down at me.
âcanâ may i sit down next to you? i want to talkâ matt whispers.
may i? on normal days i would laugh at that, itâs so formal.
if i donât agree we wonât talk this out, meaning that i wonât get any closure for longer. I nod my head slightly. matt climbs into bed beside me, the weight shifting to his side as he sits uncomfortably
he doesnât waste time to start talking
âIâm so sorry- iâm so embarrassed about everything i said, i didnât mean it.â mattâs voice trembles.
âdo you want to come out of there- I want to see you.â matt whispers, tapping my shoulder lightly though the blanket.
i pull down the duvet and sit up against the duvet next to matt, i look up at him briefly. he looks distraught
his eyes are puffy and red, his nose red and eyes glossy.
he looks at me and i see guilt wash over him.
âi love you so muchâ i donât want to loose what we have over a dent in my car.â matt says calmly,
âi said things that iâm really really not proud of.. at all. i didnât even know what i was saying.. my mouth was spitting out shit faster than i could process.â
âiâm not even sure what i was saying.â matt sighs
âyou- youâre mad at me thoughâ i whisper
âiâm not mad at you princess, iâve never been mad at you i promise. i just freaked out over something minorâ matt says, reaching down and interlocking our fingers as a single tear falls from his eyes, i reach up and wipe it quickly.
âyou donât have to forgive me, iâm not expecting you to. but if you want- i could make it up to you..? or not i donât know- i could go sleep in the spare bedroom if you need time alone i mean, but iâm so sorry.â he rambles
âmake it up to me?â i whisper, âlike how?â i ask with a sniff.
âyou knowâŠâ matt hints âthe thing that you like a lot from me?â
i nod, sinking my top teeth into my bottom lip.
âiâm sorry for making you cry sweetheart,â matt says, wiping my face with his cold hands.
âiâm fine- itâs okay.â i give matt a small smile.
he nods understandably before sitting up, he walks over to the edge of the bed beside me and lightly grips my ankles, spinning me round so my legs dangle off the edge of the bed
Matt kneels on the floor between my legs âcan i take these off?â he asks softly, referring to the lace panties underneath mattâs shirt that i threw on earlier
i nod quickly, âwords pleaseâ matt smiles, âyes- yes you can pleaseâ i spit out.
âthere she isâ matt says, hooking his fingers over the waistband and tugging them down to my ankles.
he doesnât waste time to wrap his arms under my thighs, holding my lower back lightly to keep me up in the sitting position. âthis okay?â he breathes, âyes!â i reply instantly, feeling the heat between my legs grow.
matt starts to press small pecks to the insides of my thighs, kissing around where i need him the most.
embarrassingly, i let out a soft whimper from the little amount of touch.
matt loves to eat me out, iâm not sure why but he goes all out like itâs his last meal. he says itâs because it makes me feel so good which i find cute.
âso prettyâ matt says from between my thighs, he finally attaches his mouth to my clit,
âoh my god-â i moan, intertwining my fingers on one hand into his brunette hair and placing my other hand behind me, feeling myself grow weak already.
matt removes one hand from under my thigh, letting it fall onto the bed, he reaches under his chin and slowly dips his middle finger into my hole, curling it up slightly âmatt!â i whine, bucking my hips up into his mouth
he adds his other finger aswell, the cold metal of his rings against the warmth of me making my eyes roll back.
i grip his hair tighter as matt repeatedly curls his finger ïżœïżœhow- how are you so good at thisâ i breathe out
matt laughs lightly, the vibrations earning a squeal from me.
âfuck fuck-â i whimper, feeling myself get close.
matt swirls his tongue around my clit,
and with that my legs clench around his head and i finish
i feel myself release on mattâs fingers, my legs shake around his head as he pulls his mouth off of me, being careful to not overstimulate me.
i collapse down on the matress behind me, attempting to catch my breath as i let go of mattâs hair.
matt smiles stupidly at me, his lips glistening. he picks me up off the bed, holding me by my ass. he pecks kisses down my neck.
âthank you.â i sigh, burying my face into his neck.
âdonât thank me.â matt laughs, carrying me into the living room and flopping down on the couch, i lay on his body.
âmatt?â i ask quietly
âyeah pretty?â he replyâs, his fingers tracing mindless shapes on my back.
âyou know i love you.â i say into his shirt âi love you more.â matt smiles
âand your rings- please donât ever take them off.â i laugh.
âwhys that?â matt teases,
âthey feel so good.â i mutter out, barely audible.
âis that so?â matt grins, âyes- yeahâ my cheeks flush
matt chuckles slightly, shifting me up and down on his chest.
âyou know the muffins you made that were in the fridge?â i start up a new conversation
âyeah?â matt smiles, âwhat the fuck was going on with the icing- i mean they were really good but the icing was⊠special!â i burst out laughing
matt laughs with me before replying
âi actually donât know- i donât think bakings for me. i put the icing on and it like melted into the cupcakeâ
i scoff, âitâs okay baby, they were so cuteâ
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I just read your NSFW alphabet and hear me out. Jason fucking reader in the batmobile, let the man play out his fantasy
may your harvest be bountiful anon. I was praying someone would ask for this muahaha đ you can find the prompt from the nsfw alphabet here âŁïž
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you should probably have tried to sound a little more appalled when jason todd told you heâd âborrowedâ the batmobile, but there was something about the way he was sitting in the driverâs seat, with his red hood mask over his face, and his arm hanging out of the window, that weakened your resolve.
all it took was a cock of his head and a coy, âyou gettinâ in, ma?â for your scowl to melt into a giddy smile. thatâs how you found yourself here; zig-zagging through traffic in gotham with a barely-reformed crime lord piloting the in the batmobile like itâs a ferrari. sure, piss off batman. what could go wrong?
thankfully, you donât have time to dwell on the thought as jasonâs hand inches up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your short dress. âwanna take a detour?â he asks, and you can practically hear his grin under the mask. you glance over at him with a smirk as he veers off the cityâs main motorway, heading towards the old harbour.
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jasonâs large hands knead the soft flesh of your ass harshly as you grind against him on his lap, dragging you along his rock hard length and drawing out another whine from your lips. maybe itâs the knowledge that youâre in the batmobile when you definitely shouldnât be, maybe itâs that jason is in his full red hood gear, or maybe itâs just because itâs car sexâwhatever the reason, thereâs a sense of urgency between you that has you both rearing to go now.
you lean back slightly to unbuckle jasonâs belt, your back bumping into the steering wheel as your hands move dextrously. âshit, you in a rush, princess?â he chuckles, but you barely hear him. your lower lip is between your teeth as you work fast to free his cock from his boxers, and he hisses in pleasure as you pump him gently, smearing his precum down his shaft. he reaches between your legs to hook his finger around your panties, pulling the gusset to the side.
his green eyes widen as he feels your slick drooling out of youâfuck, you really are in a rush. you align your hips with his again, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. in the dim light of the setting sun, he can see the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and it sends heat rushing down his abdomen. you brace yourself on his shoulder with your free hand, sinking down on him gradually. youâre so wet that it only takes a moment to adjust to his size before youâre rocking against him again, and he pulls you back in for another hungry kiss, guiding your hips with his hands.
jason grins as he feels your cunt tightening around him when he brings his fingertips to your clit. âwhat, already, ma?â he teases, pretending his own release isnât just moments away. âcâmon, thatâs gotta be a new record.â you try to laugh, but he increases the pressure on your clit, and you arch your back as the coil in your belly tightens. shit, you realise, youâre about to cum in the fucking batmobile.
âfuck, jay, Iâm soââ you begin, tangling your fingers in his hair. he cuts you off by sucking harshly at the delicate skin of your throat, and instantly you feel the coil snap. you cry out as you convulse around jasonâs cock, slumping forward onto his muscular chest with a shiver. the sensation of your walls clamping down on him like a vice makes jason dig his fingers into your flesh as he pumps his own release into you, swearing raggedly as his hips buck.
the batmobile is silent apart from your heavy breaths, and the windows are conspicuously fogged up. youâre glad the harbour is deserted, or rumours might start circulating about what batman gets up to in his free time. jason runs his hands along your back tenderly, laughing to himself. âwhat?â you ask with a smile, picking your head up off his chest.
âthatâs been on the bucket list for a whileâ,â he grins, and you giggle. youâre about to pull him in for another kiss when an incoming message from bruce wayne that makes your eyes widen lights up the dash. you know thereâs a tracker in the car. I suggest you and your guest bring it back now. thereâs a pause, and you and jason share a panicked look right as a second message comes through. in good condition.
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don't wake the kids - cl16
pairing: charles leclerc x nanny!reader (fem) summary: in which you got his daughter to finally fall asleep but risk waking her up not too long later warnings: 18+, slight smut, oral (f-receiving), bad french (please correct me i was tired while writing this lmao), not proofread!!!! word count: 1608 authorâs note: i think iâll write more for them bc i like the idea of single dad charles LMAO. this was fun xoxoxo
PART 2
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
THERE WAS SOMETHING about Mr. Leclerc that always made you stare at him in admiration. Maybe it was the fact that he always excelled at everything he did. For instance, raising a daughter on his own couldnât have been easy. Hell, merely spending a single night watching over his kid has you feeling thoroughly drained. So, when Charles came home to you sprawled along his couch with the TV on a low volume, he wasnât surprised. In fact, the sight brought a grin to his lips. You were the absolute cutest thing he had ever seen. Aside from his own daughter of course.
You werenât even aware of the impact you left on him and his daughter. There wasnât a day where you werenât mentioned by his daughter. She adored you, and he did too.
âComment Ă©tait-elle?â How was she?  His voice was deep as he dropped his keys on the table of the entry way table. âFatiguĂ©e?â Tired?
You barely moved as he approached the room, too comfortable to even sit all the way up for him. His hands rest in the pockets of his dress pants as he leaned up against the arch of the living room, suit jacket slung over his shoulder, eyes never straying from yours.Â
You felt yourself swallowing harshly at the sight of him. Heâs so fucking hot. âElle Ă©tait un ange!â She was an angel! There was a soft glow of moonlight that seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle radiance on the room as you whispered those words. You were whispering, careful to not wake her in the next room over. But also, in attempt to hide the desire in your voice. It would be a complete lie if you said you didnât find him attractive. If you didnât think about him that way.
With a subtle exhalation, Charles gracefully moved away from the archway, making his way towards the couch. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you, his head finding a comfortable perch on the back cushions, a gentle smile gracing his features. His legs extended languidly, and the contours of his thigh muscles subtly asserted themselves through the delicate fabric of his dress pants.
Turning his head to look at you, âWould you mind staying in the spare room tonight?âÂ
His eyes, an enchanting shade of green, held you captive in a mesmerizing trance. Lost in their depths, his question became a distant echo, momentarily forgotten in the captivating allure of those verdant depths.
It wasnât an abnormal question. At least, not anymore it wasnât. Youâve been watching his daughter for months now and have occasionally crashed at his when it was too late at night. When you didnât answer right away, lost in thought, Charles felt the need to wearily add an âIâm too tired to take you home.â
Itâs not that you didnât have your license, but you didnât have a car. And because it meant more money, you always said yes. At least you always told yourself it was for the money. But it really was for all the times you got to see a shirtless Charles in the morning. His hair all disheveled, eyes full of sleep. The rasp in his voice. And also, the breakfast.
His hand swiftly dropped to your exposed thigh, the tennis skirt adorning your body doing little to cover you. He patted the area right above your knee softly for your attention, âJe suppose que tu nâas pas de vĂȘtements; je vais te trouver quelque chose.â I assume you donât have clothes; Iâll grab you something. The touch was so miniscule, so quick, that you could barely grasp the concept that it happened before he was already standing.
Although staying over wasnât new, borrowing his clothes was.
You found yourself unable to speak as he stood from the couch and made his way to his room. The air was charged with a delicate tension. You were convinced it was the suit that had you stumbling for words, or maybe the fact you havenât had sex in months and Charles is just that fucking hot, and in front of you, looking at you, touching you.
âJâespĂšre que cela est assez bon.â I hope these are good enough. Bathed in the gentle luminescence of the room, Charles gazes down at you with an intensity the captures the essence of the moment. In his hands, he holds a neatly folded pile of clothes, extending them toward you with a certain grace. A faint, sleepy smile graces your lips as you accept them.Â
With a languid elegance, you begin to rise from the comfort of the couch, only to find Charles extending his hand toward you. His fingers confidently entwine with yours, pulling you up. Although, it seems Charles underestimated his strength because you are sent flying to your feet, awkwardly tripping in the process. But before you can make a total fool of yourself, Charles is slipping an arm around your waist, holding you to his chest.
You can feel your cheeks redden in embarrassment, âJe suis tellement dĂ©sole.â Iâm so sorry.
You feel Charles laugh reverberate in his chest, making you more alert of just how close you two were. âNe sois pas dĂ©solĂ©e.â Donât be sorry.
In that suspended moment, time seemed to stretch, creating a timeless place where you and Charles were encapsulated. Locked in a shared gaze, the world outside this intimate bubble ceased to exist. Uncertainty lingered in the air, an unspoken question hovering between you two. Charlesâ firm hold persisted, grounding the moment in the tangible warmth of his touch.Â
As the stillness enveloped you, his eyes were fixated on your flushed cheeks, a canvas painted in hues of warmth. The intensity of his gaze conveyed an admiration that transcended words. To Charles, the sight of your blushing complexion was nothing short of captivating â an endearing revelation of vulnerability that only heightened your allure.
âTellement jolie,â So pretty. The words were so soft. Barely audible if it wasnât for your proximity. It was as if he didnât even know he said them out loud.
You felt frozen while trying to decide if this was a dream or not. But when the pads of Charles thumbs made way to your face, tracing your bottom lip slowly, you knew you were fucked.
âEst-ce que je peux?â Can I?
You wanted to scream. Yes! You felt your stomach churning with need. But externally, you were calm. You needed to be quiet.
You made the move to nod your head when his lips collided with yours. It was slow and tentative at first. Like he was trying to test the waters. He pulled away for a moment, eyes staring into yours once again, as if he needed to make sure you were okay with this.
But as soon as he saw your lips draw into a smile, he knew he was fucked.
The second time your lips met it was feverish and messy. All tongue and no air. The clothes that he handed you previously, now lay on the floor in a messy pile, your hands sliding around his neck. You both go tumbling down onto the couch.
He groaned quietly into your mouth â a sound as if the taste of you was something he craved his whole life. His hands dropped from your jaw, closing around your neck, as you felt him push your further into the couch cushion with the weight of his body.
âJâai besoin de toi,â I need you.  You managed to slip the words out, your fingers trailing through his hair on the back of his head.
Before you had the chance to press your lips back together, he was pulling away, leaving you breathless and a little confused until his hands dropped to the waistband of your skirt. His fingers shoving their way in and pulling them down, your underwear being yanked off in the process. His gaze met yours once more, filled with anticipation and eagerness.
âTu as lâair tellement putain de bien comme ça.â You look so fucking good like this.
Like this. Spread out and beneath him. Completely bare and whimpering for him.Â
You could hear him curse to himself as he draped your leg over his shoulder, seeing how wet you already were.Â
The first drag of his tongue on you was enough to make your back arch instantly. He groaned, his nose brushing against your clit as he dipped his tongue inside of you. Every dip of his tongue sent you bucking your hips harder against him. And he loved it.Â
With every stoke of his tongue, your fingers fisted his hair tighter. You began to buck your hips, so close to reaching your orgasm, but he denied. His hands were quick to push your hips down onto the couch. He wanted to hear you beg.Â
âCharles,â you sighed softly.
âHm?â You didnât even have to look at him to know he was smirking. His tongue was placing slow licks to your clit, light enough to keep you right on the edge.
âSâil te plaĂźt.â Please.
Charles was back sucking on your clit in less than a second, his hands sliding up to your covered breasts, squeezing them. He moaned into your pussy, the sound enough to send you spiraling over the edge. You gripped onto anything that was near and placed it over your face, trying to cover the moans that were escaping your lips.
Your body shook as you pressed the pillow into your face. He licked you as you came down and didnât stop until you were practically shoving him off.
His lips were glossy and puffy, coated with you. A smirk on his face as he stood up and looked down at you completely flushed on his couch, half bare. You looked at the bulge of his cock, pressing against the seams of his dress pants, and then back up at his eyes.
âBedroom?â
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