#but it's way more fun playing on call tbh!
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transgender-mothman Ā· 3 days ago
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If you read my response, youā€™ll see I have played and run other systems. I have a large collection of ttrpgs, and have played quite a few. Many of them are small or indie, and I also have friends who are indie game designers (shout out to @strangeharpy !). I think my actual second longest campaign was a powered by the apocalypse one, and I have designed a d6 magical girl game system from scratch because I couldnā€™t find what I wanted in a pre-existing system. And it worked great and was very fun, if difficult, to do! I am a staunch supporter of indie games.
Now. That said. My current group does double back to 5e. That is very true. Iā€™ve been playing 5e off and on for a long time, but I wouldnā€™t go so far as to say we are necessarily constantly ā€œsupporting a monopolyā€ in that ā€¦ we already own the books, either physically or digital copies, and thereā€™s no buying of every single thing wotc releases. We donā€™t use d&d beyond. We donā€™t run modules or whatever it is that wotc calls the prefab campaigns these days. I havenā€™t bought a new 5e book in YEARS, because thereā€™s no need to and tbh I donā€™t care to give WotC more money particularly with the direction theyā€™ve been going. My group play very home brew, very tweaked, very RP heavy games using the 5e system as a base, and it works for us. And thatā€™s our prerogative and thatā€™s totally fine to do! My initial statement standsā€”- play whatever, however, and with whoever is best for the experience YOU want to have.
As for why we go back to 5e, just because there are things we drop or leave out, doesnā€™t mean there arenā€™t aspects of it we love. The races, classes, feats, spells, and combat system work for us and you can really have such a different experience from campaign to campaign by mixing up what you play and how, and there are tons of (free) resources by players for players online to assist or add to your game. Thereā€™s a ton of actual play content, which is accessible and fun to engage with, that gets newbies a solid idea on how a ttrpg flows or works, and this is such a help for people who are apprehensive about starting. And for older players who have started with previous editions, thereā€™s at least some commonality between versions (I started playing 3.5 myself). Not everyone who plays or continues to play 5e is actively harming the indie community by using resources they already have or games they are comfortable/familiar with.
I very much believe everyone should try other games if theyā€™re able. Thereā€™s such a wealth of cool, unique games out by smaller companies and indie developers. But I do understand why 5e has a lot of pull to itā€” yes, itā€™s THE mainstream system, which unfortunately comes with all the other trappings of capitalism. But the game isnā€™t bad in and of itself and I donā€™t believe playing it, any way you want to, is a moral or ethical failing.
5e is a gateway game now more than ever. I am a very nerdy horror film guy, but I didnā€™t start with indie arthouse moviesā€¦ like most people, I started with major Hollywood franchises, because of mass accessibility. Everyone starts somewhere! And not everyone will branch out from mainstream d&d to games that are more off the beaten track, same as not all horror fans will go from the Saw franchise to weird experimental horror that no one outside of Letterboxd has ever heard of. But you know what? Some will. And thatā€™s great.
I think an important part of the "D&D is easy to learn" argument is that a lot of those people don't actually know how to play D&D. They know they need to roll a d20 and add some numbers and sometimes they need to roll another type of die for damage. A part of it is the culture of basically fucking around and letting the GM sort it out. Players don't actually feel the need to learn the rules.
Now I don't think the above actually counts as knowing the rules. D&D is a relatively crunchy game that actually rewards system mastery and actually learning how to play D&D well, as in to make mechanically informed tactical decisions and utilizing the mechanics to your advantage, is actually a skill that needs to be learned and cultivated. None of that is to say that you need to be a perfectly tuned CharOp machine to know how to play D&D. But to actually start to make the sorts of decisions D&D as a game rewards you kind of need to know the rules.
And like, a lot of people don't seem to know the rules. They know how to play D&D in the most abstract sense of knowing that they need to say things and sometimes the person scowling at them from behind the screen will ask them to roll a die. But that's hardly engaging with the mechanics of the game, like the actual game part.
And to paraphrase @prokopetz this also contributes to the impression that other games are hard to learn: because a lot of other games don't have the same culture of play of D&D so like instead of letting new players coast by with a shallow understanding of the rules and letting the GM do all the work, they ask players to start making mechanically informed decisions right away. Sure, it can suck for onboarding, but learning from your mistakes can often be a great way to learn.
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golden-stag Ā· 21 days ago
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My Accent Core play through is over!
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Next up is Overture! ... That one still makes me the most nervous to try out- But I'm in for the long haul now >:]
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waywardsalt Ā· 2 years ago
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i have planned to write a pseudo-essay or some kind of detailed look at linebeck in phantom hourglass and how he can be interpreted as autistic but thats not going very well right now so here are some autistic linebeck headcanons
He has low empathy and as such has a hard time responding very well to emotional situations, but he can take advantage of his lower empathy in situations where empathy could make things harder, like tending to wounds or rationally handling emotionally-charged situations
His coat is a comfort object and he made it specifically to act as a very slight accommodation; itā€™s heavy and barely lets any light through it, and he can keep all kinds of little things in pockets sewn into the inner lining, but larger objects do make it more uncomfortable to wear at times. Itā€™s mostly good to carry around things to fidget or stim with and can be helpful in trying to recover from overwhelming sensory experiences
He doesnā€™t usually stim in public, but taps his fingers on tables quickly and tends to rhythmically snap his fingers when excited, and on his ship is more vocal and more willing to stim, even if around others. One of his main stims that heā€™ll do for no particular reason is that heā€™ll hold his arm or back of his wrist/hand up to his nose and mouth for the smell.
He masks frequently to please people. His default mask is that arrogant and brave front he puts up for islanders and other he may come across. Usually, if that mask doesnā€™t work, he tends to double-down because it usually works and, in his experience, dropping the mask has usually gone badly (non masking heā€™s rude and blunt but more outwardly excited about adventure and his ship and all of that, i consider it where overseas in the game is when he usually isnā€™t masking. this shifts his arc to be about him learning to stop masking and feel comfortable being himself)
His special interests could include stuff related to treasure hunting but it could really range from stuff about adventuring or the ocean or engineering (relating to his ship) to stuff not at all touched in the game like music. He really enjoys music, listening to it, playing it, and writing it. He also enjoys and is fascinated by shellfish.
When busy or otherwise occupied, he doesn't usually notice when he's hungry. He doesn't have as much of a problem noticing thirst or exhaustion, but feeling hunger is a problem for him, and often leads to him going a long time without eating. On the other hand, he doesn't mind eating the same thing repeatedly and is perfectly fine with blander foods, so handling food supplies for when he'll be overseas for a long time is easy for him.
He knows he's autistic, he's known for a pretty long time, and he has books on it; he also knows that Link is autistic, but doesn't say anything about it and instead waits until someone else tells him. Until (and after, I suppose) Link actually learns that he's autistic Linebeck just makes sure to keep note of what accommodations he might need and if there are any textures or tastes or smells he can't stand. He doesn't have much of a problem helping out during sensory overloads, even soon after meeting him. It's more out of understanding how it feels to not have your needs met and a sort of solidarity rather than actual friendship.
#loz#legend of zelda#phantom hourglass#linebeck#OBVIOUSLY he experiences some nasty rsd and he's a bitch about it that's like. basically canon so i didnt mention it#a lot of linebeckā€™s autism is based and referenced off of my own with some extra additions#which is why i have an easier time writing him as autistic than link#kindness is a choice and having low or no empathy does not in any way make someone heartless but linebeck does abuse his own low empathy#to be a mean bitch with minimal emotional consequences#i think linebeck would call link a dipshit to his face and then not feel bad about it for like a few weeks until he starts caring abt him#linebeck stimming by smelling his arm is actually my main stim. its probably why i sit all fucked up bc i sometimes do it w/ my legs lol#the masking bit does kinda fuck some stuff up but i personally enjoy that take on him#one of his comfort objects is an old orange cat plushie named copernicus and if you know what that is specifically from thank you im sorry#linebeck being way into music has no canon backup i just like the idea of him playing piano and composing some form of his own theme#piano is a mad sensory experience btw i dont yet know how to really play it but when i did keyboard in pit it was a fantastic feeling#bangin' out the tunes. it was a really good sort of stim if i was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the new tech and music too#salty talks#not entirely an autism headcanon but he thinks gender is a sham and less identifies as a man and more specifically considers#his gender identity to be 'real man of the sea' which is initially kinda silly but kind of a fucking gender move tbh#i dont think he's explicitly trans or nb he's just having fun fucking with his own gender and doing whatever he feels like doing#he isnt a man but he is a man. kind of like how im a dude but also not. yeah.#these were initally going to be call 'quick' headcanons but you can see why i uh. didn't end up going with that
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gothsuguru Ā· 9 months ago
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hi hi! you can ignore this but i was really curious about your writing process?? you just write so well and iā€™m curious to see how your work starts from an idea all the way to the finished product!!!
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the way my jaw DROPPED rn like omfg are you talking to ME??? Iā€™M SHOOK PLEASE YOU ARE WAY TOO KIND AND SO GENEROUS šŸ˜­ my writing sucks ASS but thank you SO much youā€™re so sweet <333 i can try & let you know my process but tbh baby i do NOT have one šŸ˜­ but iā€™ll try to think of something šŸ˜­ also iā€™ll try to be as thorough/concise as possible but iā€™m sorry if i tangent! ALSO thisā€™ll be long bc iā€™m a yapper so forgive me <3
1) everyone is different but in my case i have a tendency to ALWAYS think of new ideas for writing (at least for geto!) find a character that you can consistently think of ideas for bc theyā€™ll serve as practice! also i JUST started writing a month or two ago so i, myself, am STILL practicing with every fic & i am always willing to learn!
most importantly, i write based off my whim! whatever idea has me in its clutches is the idea iā€™m writing for, even if that means iā€™m leaving other fic ideas in the dust at the moment! i recommend creating a list of fic ideas and save it as a draft (can be a wip list or literally just a random list depending on how many ideas you have!) ā€” for those i tend to jot down random dialogue, vibes i wanna express, plot points i really wanna show, the personality of geto or reader, & whatever randomly comes to mind pertaining to that fic! i write it all down!
2) it honestly changes between fic to fic but i recommend asking for requests in the beginning ā€” even writing just ONE thing will give you practice/an idea! so here are some examples of what iā€™ve written so far:
- the first thing i wrote was a request for suguru being obsessed w satoruā€™s girlfriend. the way i started that fic was thinking of the feeling that suguru would ultimately feel which was ā€œguilt, shame, & desire.ā€ and then iā€¦ personified? each thing! at first i personified guilt as an arachnid crawling in suguruā€™s throat but it didnā€™t work as well for meā€¦ and then i thought, ā€œhow about a serpent?ā€ and it flowed much better -> slithering down his throat, embedding his fangs into his flesh leaving it raw, mangled, & bloody -> roaming across his heart/ribcage. and for that, and this may sound silly but i SWEAR by it, look up SYNONYMS for words on google! ā€œdances along his bones -> pirouetting across his bonesā€ i think little nods like that can help you not sound too similar all the time or like youā€™re constantly repeating yourself! shame was expressed in alcohol (amber whiskey ties into his amber eyes as well) & desire was expressed within the flicker of a lighter reader gave him which he holds in his hands (he imagines the cold metal as readerā€™s hands, which he ends up holding in his warm ones at the end)
- second fic ā€œblack is the color of my true loveā€™s hairā€ was my first time writing a fic and that was because i wanted to write something for v-day & i really love this song! music can be a great inspiration ā€” same w song lyrics! but for that one i had a few ideas i KNEW i wanted to use (knuckle kisses, stargazing, depressive suguru who reader gives a bath to/has a heart to heart with, and reader making a scrapbook for suguru!) he may be ooc but also iā€™m not afraid of making suguru be soft and quirky, i think that makes him fun! have FUN w different facets of your favorite characters personalities! also personally, i hate when readers donā€™t have personality/are always too shy/canā€™t banter/are too serious so i try to make my readers have a personality that align w the fic!
now for the knuckle kisses i knew what i wanted to do and i think that part came pretty easy! just a bit of revising as i was writing so i could be more descriptive in certain areas, change my wording around so itā€™d be less clunky in others! stargazing idea was incredibly hard & so was the scrapbookā€¦ so hereā€™s advice i have for you that SAVED my ass. now. if you just wrote random writing in your drafts, whether it was just stream of consciousness that has nothing to do with the fic or was just a random piece of dialogue you jotted down ā€” DO NOT DELETE IT. two parts of my fics were from RANDOM writing i wrote that had NOTHING to do w a romance fic and with a BIT of tweaking it gave so many ideas/serviced my story perfectly!
ex: i had zero idea of how to start the stargazing part so i just wrote the part i knew i wanted, which wouldā€™ve been in the middle of the story! aka reader buying the star for suguru and him being Shook To The Core. i was wondering how the hell i think of the events leading up to that, and one day i randomly just wrote ā€œyou zig-zag around the counter like a bumbling fawnā€ bc i was brainstorming ideas for the fic but was likeā€¦ this has no place in my story BUT i didnā€™t delete it i just kept the draft. THEN i was likeā€¦ wait this can workā€¦ so i used it as my beginning to the stargazing section and it flowed wonderfully! same w the scrapbook section! i wrote a series of dialogue that i ACTUALLY intended to use in an angst where reader despises suguru in their relationship, but with a bit of tweaking and deleting parts of reader being apathetic and suguru being toxic, it ended up being a great series of showing suguruā€™s overthinking nature/his genuine love for reader!
also maybe i do this unintentionally but i usually have a focus into suguruā€™s thought processes more in my ficsā€¦ maybe bc iā€™m just curious abt him more than anything LMAO so that can be useful i think! if youā€™re like wow i have no idea how to write for my reader, write for suguru!
- third story was a request (shoutout bestie rem šŸ¤šŸ¤­) who gave such a cool idea of twisted suguru watching reader grieve him for leaving. now it wasnā€™t an actual haunting bc reader & geto are both alive, but i still used words of that nature to express them haunting e/oā€™s thoughts (mourning, ghost, corporeal phantom, living rigor-mortis etcā€¦) the first thing i wrote for this fic was ā€œprostrate yourselfā€ ā€” a tie-in to cult leader geto & also his confusing feelings about/towards reader. i also wanted to show bleakness so i mentioned suguru likening himself to a plague & a calamity. also donā€™t be afraid to show the ugly parts of a character ā€” suguru is a bit callous in this but heā€™s still human and has a push & pull w/in himself! this fic i really tried my hardest to do a ā€œshow not tellā€ for certain paragraphs (bc i personally have trouble with that/dialogue/imagery/descriptions/engaging writing) ā€” so i would constantly go into my ā€œwriting tipsā€ tag and try and heed the advice they give!
sorry i donā€™t think i was of much help bc honestly i do NOT have a process šŸ˜­ even when writing my current fic about curator!geto ā€” i just outlined OOOOOH WAIT OKAY HOLD ON YUP MIDTHOUGHT AND NOW Iā€™M JUST PROPERLY ANSWERING YOUR QUESTION šŸ˜­
BITCHXHXHBXBX I FORGOT. OUTLINE!!!!!!! THATā€™S WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR THIS WHOLE TIME AND I WAS JUST YAPPING AWAY FOR NO REASON Iā€™M SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY OMFGGGGGGG OKAY SO šŸ˜­
curator!geto is the FIRST time iā€™m PROPERLY outlining a fic (so actually i didnā€™t do anything wrong pleek donā€™t beat my ass for yapping šŸ˜Ŗ) so basically since this is the first time iā€™m outlining i made sure to write the premise of the fic, characters & their jobs, their personalities, their place of work/interactions/relationships there and then also how they would meet! so i wrote how i wanted suguru & reader to meet, a few pieces of random dialogue, and then i also wrote about how they would later on be more romantic (in what way). iā€™m currently trying to think of a conflict and just now thought of an idea that i may or may not use but i wrote it down anyways! and this is the first fic where iā€™m properly paying attention to ā€œshow not tellā€ and trying to describe words/paragraphs with more imagery! (esp since itā€™s an artsy/visual fic!) tbh the ā€œwriting tipsā€ tag on my blog will help you more than anything i can say šŸ˜­
also! i recommend looking up writing tips and also reading a bunch of fics that you like! my mutuals have some of the BEST fics i have EVER read and reading them is honestly a masterclass in itself of amazing writing/prose/how to flow a story wonderfully! iā€™m just a beginner so i have lots to learn still about fic-writing BUT just think of each fic as a stepping stone to getting better! write, post, but donā€™t overwhelm yourself/force yourself to finish a fic you have no ideas for. itā€™s okay if it takes time but also remember that it wonā€™t ever be perfect so donā€™t let ā€œperfectionismā€ stop you from posting your fics! someone will always read it ā€” whether they rb, like, comment, or are a silent reader ā€” someone will take the time out of their day to read your fic! and honestly donā€™t get caught up on numbers! iā€™m soooooo thankful that people read my fics & leave tags even if i think my writing sucks! itā€™s all in good fun at the end of the day! enjoy it however you can and iā€™m sure you yourself are an amazing writer! good luck bestie! <3
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avalencias Ā· 1 year ago
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man the weirdest thing about 2024 so far is my nyquil induced dreams this time meant I dreamt about lexa. in the year of our lord 2024!!!!!!
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crest-of-gautier Ā· 4 months ago
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i probably have lots of epic and swag clips of me playing splatoon 3 however i keep forgetting to rewatch them or compile them so this account's collected a lot of dust šŸ™ˆ but at least i am having fun with art?! <- guy who's mostly been drawing
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astrxealis Ā· 1 year ago
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on a whim and in spite of my responsibilities i have started on making a whole 9 chapter self-indulgent fic for mr. grim reaper from the hit game 'a date with death'
#ā‹Æ ź’°įƒ starry thoughts ą»’ź’± *Ā·Ėš#haha... so quickly did i finish the game and all endings and achievements.....#started at 3 am on a school day :)) damn.#so i have a lot of thoughts and things to say but writing is tiring so i will just say. fuck me. fuck hell. fuck all. oh god.#...so i have a big thing for white-haired fictional guys w/ red hair. at the top of my head i can think of two vampires and one grim reaper!#haha. oops.#then there is an angel... a ghoul... and idk what the fuck to call him but he isn't a normal guy.#and there's more. but. i cannot recall at the moment. uh. anyway!#wowed tbh bcs this game got me my inspiration to write for myself back....... and also to write for others. and also to write in general.#even as i yet procrastinate on something i am actually required to write! two of those#actually so uhm haha rip!!!!! but it's fun at least. writing :3#i like having a sense of dread creeping up on me bcs when i have nothing needed to do i feel empty... gotta improve that.....#idk what game to play now tho. sigh. haven't played undertale in a bit even as i am trying to finish it and idk where i left off <//3#omori... i am just Scared..... but will finish that alongside undertale!#currently playing persona 4 golden actually but bit tiring going through my routine of having to use my dad's laptop bcs i own a macbook he#owns a whole ass gaming windows laptop so. yeah. uhh genshin is on to grinding again so i'm sick of that. uhhh.#ffxiv..!!! i am avoiding it rn for the sake of my sanity bcs i love that game too much. in a good healthy way but also it takes up#everything i have in me so i have to. prepare for it. oops.#the recent news tho... i am trying not to perceive so i don't go insane.....#oh. i could read books. but i want to make a bunch of notes and uh that is Something indeed! bcs i am currently reading classics +#nonfiction ... science or philosophical books..... and there's rereading pjo. :)) fun
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selfcarecap Ā· 3 months ago
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āœ§ Logan Howlett x reader x Storm
āœ§ summary: Storm and Logan are both hopelessly crushing on you. When they realise that they both like you, they get into a silent competition about who can win you over firstā€¦ until they realise there might not be a need to make you choose; or: You have a threesome with Logan and Storm
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āœ§ warnings: smut 18+, threesome, oral, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv sex, creampie, liiittle bit of ass play, use of dildo between reader and Storm, I think those are the main things, reader is sub-ish and Logan and Storm are more dominant, reader gets called baby, good girl, princess, pretty girl, bub, nothing happens between Logan and Storm btw because Iā€™m a jealous bitch, reader is shy and a bit awkward, this is definitely mostly porn but romantic feelings are implied too, reader is bi, talking about coming out, but reader is in denial about her crush on Storm and also on Logan bc sheā€™s oblivious and a lil insecure tbh, mention of being drunk, theyā€™re all mutants but it doesnā€™t rlly come up, Logan is taller than the reader, the part leading up to the smut is a little unserious lol theyā€™re all just whipped but yeah itā€™s kind of a different fic from my prev Logan ones idk itā€™s more just fun for the first part; also alternative title is BOAF but I didnā€™t know how many people would get that lol
āœ§ word count: oh. umm 11k (the main smut is 4k at the end if you wanna skip to that loll Iā€™ve put a divider (stars) so you know when it starts, you donā€™t necessarily need to know the backstory)
āœ§ note: Recently watched X-Men 1 for the first time (yeah i know) and these two are literally the definition of bi panic whaaaatttttt + also I called her Storm and not Ororo(?) because Iā€™ve only watched X Men 1 where they just call her Storm so thatā€™s the only way Iā€™m familiar with her, so yeah idk if anyone else wants this combination of characters but i def do so <33
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Youā€™re focussed as you do your daily stretches, completely oblivious to Storm and Logan watching you from the other side of the gym.Ā 
They stare as you bend down into downward dog and you make a little exhausted noise at the stretch. Logan almost flinches with how good it feels to hear it; with his enhanced senses itā€™s as if youā€™re moaning right into his ear.
Stormā€™s eyes trail up your legs, over your pink gym set that clings to you in all the right places. She watches a pearl of sweat slide down your belly ā€“ she wishes she could lick it off your skin. Logan thinks about making you sweat more if he finally gets you in his bed one day.
He clears his throat after you slide down to your knees, arch your spine and let out a little contented sigh at the welcome stretch. A movement to his right catches Loganā€™s eye. Storm is standing right next to him, hands on her hips, mirroring his own position.
Is she here to stare at you too? Not that thatā€™s what heā€™s doing. He was training here himself and was done a few minutes after you got here. Resting his eyes is part of the cooldown ā€“ you just so happen to be in his view.
ā€œYou training today?ā€ Logan breaks the silence.
ā€œTrained earlier this morning,ā€ Storm answers, folding her arms, ā€œWhatā€™re you doing here?ā€ She sounds almost accusatory.
ā€œJust finished my workout. Making sure sheā€™s fine with the weights.ā€ Their eyes drift to you, still stretching.
ā€œShe said she might use weights later,ā€ Logan adds, averting his eyes.
The only thing Logan doesnā€™t like about his little crush on you ā€“ if you can even call it that ā€“ (you can definitely call it that) is that it sometimes makes him nervous, even if just a little. Youā€™re so sweet and so shy and youā€™re usually oblivious to his flirting. Heā€™s not used to that.
ā€œAha,ā€ Storm nods with suspicion and slowly walks out of the gym.
Logan sighs a breath of relief and hopes you didnā€™t hear any of that. He stops himself from looking at your cute little gym outfit again and leaves to shower.
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Later that day, Storm knocks at your bedroom door, ā€œIā€™ve made lunch if you want some.ā€
Her voice is so angelic, you think, and you briefly wonder if thatā€™s a normal opinion to have about your friend. Itā€™s not just her voice, but those pretty lips her voice comes out of ā€“ just from woman to woman. She has nice lips. That can totally be a platonic compliment.
You realise sheā€™s waiting for you to answer as you just stare at her gorgeous, gorgeous face ā€“ okay, maybe you do like her as more than a friend.
ā€œThatā€™s so sweet of you, Iā€™ll come join you,ā€ you put on a high-pitched platonic voice.
Youā€™re sitting down at the table getting your plates ready ā€“ Storm made your favourite food, said she was just craving the taste today ā€“ when Logan comes in.Ā 
ā€œBrought my own lunch, thought I could join you?ā€ He asks but doesnā€™t wait for an answer, sitting down next to you.Ā 
ā€œWhat if you canā€™t?ā€ Storm says, an eyebrow raised, though playfully.Ā 
ā€œAnd what would your explanation be?ā€
ā€œWe need girl time.ā€
Youā€™re looking between them with wide puppy eyes. Youā€™re not sure if theyā€™re being playful after all. Their faces soften when they look at you.
ā€œMaybe Logan can stay for lunch and weā€™ll go to your room later?ā€ you suggest, ā€œWe can have a sleepover tonight.ā€
Stormā€™s face lights up, ā€œGood idea.ā€ You miss the smirk she gives Logan, who then huffs.Ā 
Logan takes off his leather jacket. Youā€™re sure thatā€™s just your mind playing tricks on you but it almost looks as if heā€™s doing it deliberately slowly, showing off his big, defined arms. Youā€™re drooling like a dog.
He reaches across the table and your eyes stay glued to his triceps until you hear your name.
ā€œWhat?ā€
Logan smiles down at you, ā€œI asked if you could pass the salt.ā€
You swallow and nod, eyes searching for the salt, but Storm gets there before you. She firmly presses the salt shaker into his hand, and his arm is gone from in front of your face. You resist the urge to pout.
A moment later though, Logan reaches out for the pepper himself, ā€œSorry, just needaā€¦ā€ He fumbles with the shaker across the table. This time his arm is angled differently and your eyes land right on one of those delicious veins on his skin.Ā 
Storm is kind enough to pass him the pepper too, but this time you think you audibly sigh with frustration when Logan pulls his arm back to his body. You focus on eating instead of panicking about whether either of them heard that.
Storm swallows down her jealousy after watching you mesmerised by Loganā€™s arms for what felt like an eternity with no idea how obvious you were being.
She finishes her glass of water and gets up to get more. She looks at Logan as she walks to the sink. Two can play this game.
With her back turned to the both of you, Storm undoes the top two buttons of her shirt and places the pendant of her necklace right between her breasts. When she sits back down, she leans her elbow on the table and pushes her forearm right against the side of her tits. Your eyes are immediately drawn to them like a honeybee to a flower.
Storm bites back a smirk. She remains silent so as not to pull your attention away from her cleavage. She wants you to get lost there as long as you need to.
Logan rolls his eyes at her and asks you to pass some food from across the table, pulling you out of your trance.
You see the next exchange of looks between the two of them ā€“ their eyes do all the talking. You look away and realiseā€¦ are they flirting? You thought they were mad at each other, having a silent argument, but now you think you might have been wrong. Theyā€™re teasing each other.Ā 
You canā€™t decide if you should be jealous or turned on. Theyā€™re the two people you have a crush on ā€“ again, platonic crushes, obviously. If they got together, in whatever way, at least theyā€™d make a hot couple for you to stare at. But youā€™d also be devastated that itā€™s not you who gets to be with either of them.
A quiet sound catches your attention ā€“ Stormā€™s fingernail against her necklace, the necklace thatā€™s nestled right between her breasts. You briefly wonder if sheā€™s trying to get Loganā€™s attention with it, but in that moment you donā€™t feel jealous. You just appreciate whatā€™s in front of you.
With your elbow perched on the table, youā€™re leaning your head against your hand, and you notice too late that your arm is sliding off the table. You gasp when your head loses its support and you sit up quickly, gaze pulled away from Storm.
Heat blooms on your face and you lift your glass of water to your mouth to cool yourself down. But the picture of Stormā€™s perfect boobs lingers in your mind and you spill half of the water. It rolls down your neck and to your chest, and before you can even consider drying off, Stormā€™s holding a folded up napkin to your skin, patting from your collarbones to the neckline of your low-cut top.Ā 
ā€œAwh, there you go,ā€ sheā€™s done patting you dry and gives you a reassuring smile. Your nipples get hard at the close contact. You hope she doesnā€™t notice.
You hear a scoff from Logan. Maybe he got something stuck in his teeth. Or maybe itā€™s directed at you and Storm.
ā€œThanks, Storm,ā€ you smile your sweet smile and finish your meal.Ā 
But youā€™re not oblivious to whatā€™s going on between them ā€“ the looks theyā€™re giving each other ā€“ and you donā€™t know if you like it yet. Not that your opinion matters, sadly.
-
You bring your own pillow to Stormā€™s bedroom that night for your sleepover, but sheā€™s got her bed made up all comfy with more pillows than you could need.
ā€œDidnā€™t know how many you needed,ā€ Storm tells you from in front of her mirror, ā€œIā€™m so happy weā€™re doing this. We havenā€™t had any alone time in so long. Been so busy.ā€
Sheā€™s braiding her hair for the night, hair pulled to one side as she curls the bottom of her strands around her finger, her beautiful neck now exposed. You think about falling to your knees and begging for just one touch. Maybe draw your finger across her skin, or better yet ā€“ your lips. The way friends do.Ā 
Itā€™s between the first and second film that you decide to finally say something. You were going to ask her during a boring scene of the romcom you just watched but it suddenly turned into a sex scene. You did your best to seem unbothered and tried to move naturally, scratching your head and flexing your wrist. Youā€™re not sure if it worked.
ā€œSoo,ā€ you turn to your side to face Storm as the credits play, ā€œYou and Logan?ā€
You reach into the bag of gummy bears between you and Storm, attempting to seem nonchalant, as if her answer wonā€™t affect you.
She looks a little panicked, and youā€™re afraid you know what her answer is going to be.
ā€œWhat about us?ā€ she asks.
You give her a suggestive look but she waits for you to say it.
ā€œWell, is there something going on between you two? I felt like you were flirting during lunch.ā€
ā€œNo, not at all,ā€ she says almost too quickly, ā€œWeā€™re just friends, if that.ā€
ā€œReally? Youā€™d make an attractive couple.ā€
She lowers her voice, ā€œWeā€™re really not into each other like that.ā€ You believe her, and withhold your big breath of relief.
ā€œAnd anyway, I prefer women,ā€ she adds.
ā€œReally? I mean, yeah, I thought you might. I wasnā€™t sure. I do too, by the way. Well, I like everyone. I mean not everyone obviously but I like all genders. Not that thatā€™s relevant.ā€
Storm smiles at you sweetly and puts a soft hand on your wrist. ā€œOf course itā€™s relevant. Iā€™m glad you trust me enough to tell me.ā€
You giggle nervously, ā€œOf course. I trust you more than anyone in this house.ā€
Stormā€™s heart swells in her chest.
You continue, ā€œWell, and Logan obviously.ā€Ā 
Oh.
Obvious, is it?
Well, Storm can work with that.
She picks an incredibly gay film next. She didnā€™t do it on purpose. She just happened to see the film on Netflix. Sure, perhaps she chose it because there were two women in the picture, but she genuinely wasnā€™t aware how much sex was in the film.
Youā€™re squirming beside her, even more than during the straight romcom you just watched, and it drives her crazy. Sheā€™s just better at hiding it, but sheā€™s turned on too. She wishes she and Logan hadnā€™t fought over your attention during lunch; if you hadnā€™t thought that there was something going on between them you might have been ready for more tonight. But she ignores her desire for you, holding her arm tightly as she presses her nails against her skin to relieve some pressure.
When the film is over, Storm tells you how she realised she likes women. When she was little, she had a crush on her babysitter, and ever since then she just knew. You grow bashful when she asks you for your story.
ā€œUh, Halle Berry as Catwoman? That did it for me,ā€ you tell her as your cheeks heat up. Storm only vaguely remembers the film, but she still has in mind that all of her friends told her that the main character looked like her.Ā 
Itā€™s not that she didnā€™t know you were attracted to her before, but that solidifies it. Now she just has to get rid of Logan.
-
Storm is busy the next day and you miss her presence the entire morning. You woke up before her, your hands still intertwined from when you fell asleep like that, and ā€“ like a fucking loser idiot ā€“ you imagined what it was like to be her girlfriend and wake up next to her every day.
Now that you know she doesnā€™t like Logan, you can fantasise about being with her again without the jealousy looming underneath if he got her before you. And she didnā€™t just say she wasnā€™t attracted to him (which is crazy) but that theyā€™re both not into each other (which is crazy of Logan). Both of your crushes are safe.
You decide to try out a new stretching routine to distract yourself from how much youā€™re missing Storm, your bestie who has no idea how much you like her. The positions are nothing you canā€™t do, but theyā€™re definitely more challenging than your usual.
Loganā€™s not expecting to see you when he enters the gym; youā€™re not normally here at this time.
ā€œHi,ā€ he says. Your head is between your legs as youā€™re bent upside down. He crouches down to smile at you from between your thighs.
You grin, standing up to turn towards him to say hello.Ā 
ā€œYā€™need some help?ā€ He asks. Itā€™s more of a rhetorical question, heā€™s being polite.
ā€œActually, thereā€™s this stretch I canā€™t get into. I think I should be able to do it, but I just need someone to help push me there.ā€
Logan huffs out a laugh. This is like the porn he plays in his head every night with you and him in the starring roles. ā€œOf course. Where do you want me?ā€
-
Itā€™s even better than he could have dreamed. He thought youā€™d need him to hold your hands and pull to add some resistance, but now youā€™re bent over in front of him and heā€™s pushing you into a stretch like a pervy gym instructor.Ā 
You keep letting out these little huffs every time you ask Logan to push you further. They sound awfully close to moans. His knee is pressing into the back of yours like you asked him to but you keep asking for more.
He changes up his position, standing behind you fully. If he moved even an inch forward youā€™d feel his cock pushing against your ass. Logan would usually feel like heā€™s taking advantage with all the thoughts running through his mind about little innocent you but youā€™re the one arching even further into him.
He thanks himself for his level of self control and how he manages not to get hard with your pretty ass pressed up against him. It fuels the animalistic side of him and he wants nothing more than to fuck you right here, right now.
It was obvious that you were attracted to him before, but with the way youā€™re pushing back against his crotch makes him realise that itā€™s far from innocent.
ā€œThank you, that felt really good,ā€ you tell him when you stand back up, losing balance after hanging your head upside down for so long. You use Loganā€™s chest to brace yourself, palms against the hard muscles there. His hands fly to your waist as he makes sure youā€™re alright. You nod shyly and, with another quick thanks, quickly make your way to your bathroom.
Heā€™s got you. Now he just has to get rid of Storm, and sheā€™s really good with you.
-
You check in Stormā€™s room after a long shower, but sheā€™s still out. You find Logan in the kitchen; heā€™s looking through the almost empty cabinets.Ā 
ā€œWanna go shopping?ā€
-
You didnā€™t think grocery shopping could turn you on, but everything Logan does makes you want to rip off his clothes.Ā 
The little things fuel your crush in more heart-warming ways. Like how he picks all your favourite foods, holds the package up to you to ask for approval and places them into the cart that heā€™s pushing along with one hand as if itā€™s not full to the brim.Ā 
Heā€™s got it all down even to the most obscure snacks you like. Itā€™s sweet that he remembers and it makes you as dizzy as you felt during your sleepover with Storm. Itā€™s not like you really have a chance with either of them, if youā€™re being honest with yourself, so youā€™re fine liking them both.
But itā€™s his touch that drives you crazy.Ā 
Youā€™re trying to reach a snack on the top shelf. Youā€™re on your tiptoes and your fingertips are only an inch or so away from it. Just when youā€™re about to give up, you feel two strong hands on your waist, lifting you that tiny bit with no effort at all.Ā 
ā€œThere you go,ā€ Logan smiles down at you, taking the package from you and putting it in the cart. Your body still buzzes with the sparks of his touch.Ā 
Youā€™re not very helpful for the rest of the shopping trip. All youā€™re doing is staring at him. You almost fall to your knees when he reaches up to the top shelf and his shirt lifts a bit. You think seeing even just a tiny sliver of his abs might be the highlight of your day, until you remember how he was pushed up against you during your stretches earlier.Ā 
God, youā€™re so into him.Ā 
-
Storm finds Logan as soon as she gets home. She hasnā€™t had a chance to talk to him since your revelation yesterday yet.
ā€œSheā€™s in her bedroom,ā€ Logan tells Storm when she comes in, assuming sheā€™s looking for you.
ā€œI need to talk to you,ā€ she crosses her arms, ā€œShe told me yesterday that she thinks weā€™re into each other.ā€
Logan cringes, ā€œWhat, us two? Is she blind?ā€
ā€œApparently. I told her that itā€™s not like that but I donā€™t know if she believed it. She thought we were flirting with each other at lunch the other day instead of with her.ā€
ā€œAlright, we just need to stop making it so obvious weā€™re fighting over her. Letā€™s just not get in each otherā€™s way and sheā€™ll choose whoever sheā€™ll choose.ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ Storm agrees.
Logan smiles, ā€œI canā€™t believe that stunt you pulled when she spilled the water. I mean, come on, that was so unfair, I canā€™t just press a napkin to her tits.ā€
She laughs, ā€œOkay Mister Bicep, we both have our benefits.ā€ They smile at each other.
Storm huffs, and reluctantly admits: ā€œI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your abs.ā€
ā€œI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your chest.ā€
Theyā€™re standing next to each other now, staring at nothing, consumed by thoughts of you. Theyā€™re so into you.
ā€œWhen did you realise you like her?ā€ Storm asks.
ā€œI donā€™t remember an exact moment but itā€™s just, her gorgeous fucking face. And her whole clumsy thing just does it for me, I donā€™t know.ā€
ā€œI like it too. Sheā€™s so adorable when she gets all awkward.ā€
ā€œIt makes me want to fuck her so bad,ā€ they say at the same time, then laugh quietly.
Logan clears his throat, ā€œNot to be crude but Iā€™d fuck all that nervousness out of her.ā€
ā€œMe too. Until sheā€™s so exhausted she canā€™t even begin to overthink anything.ā€
They exchange a look ā€“ this is getting too heated.
ā€œMay the best one win,ā€ Logan concludes, and with a last nod at each other, they both leave the kitchen.
-
Itā€™s a mutual friendā€™s birthday that week, and all three of you are going to the party.
Youā€™re walking to your room the evening of the party, and Logan opens his bedroom door just as youā€™re walking past it.
ā€œHey, you got a minute?ā€ Logan asks, ā€œI need help with my outfit.ā€
You smile. Itā€™s an excuse to stare at Logan, of course youā€™ll help.
He changes his shirt about five times ā€“ even though there are only two that he canā€™t decide between. But every time he changes his top, there are a few seconds in which heā€™s half naked ā€“ his muscular, hairy, gorgeous chest and abs exposed, with that thick happy trail reminding you why itā€™s called that ā€“ and you forget all about what the previous shirt looked like.
You watch him change yet another time, quietly sighing to yourself because at some point you have to decide. You watch him button up his shirt and let your eyes roam over the lower part of his body.Ā 
His trousers are hugging his legs so deliciously, they must be tailored. And that sexy belt he always wears keeps sparkling with the reflection of the light, as if youā€™re not staring at his crotch enough anyway.
ā€œSo this one?ā€ Logan asks.Ā 
ā€œY-yeah,ā€ you nod, as if he doesnā€™t look equally good in both shirts anyway.Ā 
ā€œWhat do you think of the material?ā€ He asks. You smile, getting up to feel it.Ā 
You place your hand on the side of his arm, trailing down it, feeling his muscles while you pretend to be feeling the shirt.Ā 
ā€œI like how it feels,ā€ Logan says, looking down at himself and rubbing his fingers over his clothed chest. You follow, bringing your palm to his collarbone to trace his body, from his chest to his lower abs.Ā 
ā€œIt does feel nice,ā€ you say. Itā€™s a normal dress shirt, made from whatever material theyā€™re usually made of, but with the warmth of Loganā€™s body itā€™s one of the best things youā€™ve ever felt.Ā 
Distracted by his body, you donā€™t realise Logan looking down at you, tracing your every feature with his eyes. He can practically see the water pooling in your mouth, and he doesnā€™t need his enhanced senses to know that you want him in this moment.Ā 
He clears his throat and it makes you lose your balance, gripping Loganā€™s shirt to steady yourself as his hands fly to your waist.Ā 
ā€œCareful, bub,ā€ he smiles and you feel the heat on your cheeks. How can this man make you stumble without even moving?
ā€œAre you gonna wear a tie?ā€ you ask quietly ā€” you canā€™t trust your voice right now.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ve got one here,ā€ Logan passes it to you. He feels like a tie might be a bit too formal for a birthday, but he wonā€™t stop you from staying close.Ā 
You go on your tiptoes to drape the tie around his neck, nervously fiddling with the fabric. ā€œActually, uh, I donā€™t know how to tie a tie,ā€ you admit, giggling at your own words.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s okay, bub, Iā€™ll show you.ā€Ā 
You donā€™t retain any information as Logan helps you with his tie, guiding your fingers with his big, warm hands over yours.Ā 
Your breaths intertwine from standing so close, and you donā€™t even realise that youā€™re on your tiptoes again, trying to get as close to Logan as possible.Ā 
You know that he can hear how fast your heart is beating, but when his tie is on and you smooth it down against his chest, you feel his own heart beating wildly against his ribcage.Ā 
Logan looks into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips, and you know whatā€™s going to happen. Youā€™re about to kiss.Ā 
He gently places his hand on the side of your face, leaning in.Ā 
Just when your lips are about to touch, you hear Storm calling out your name from the hallway.Ā 
ā€œUh, Storm was gonna do my make-up,ā€ you stutter, Loganā€™s hand still on your face. He silently drops it and smiles sadly, ā€œyeah,ā€ he says.Ā 
He moves back to stand in front of the mirror, taking the tie off again, ā€œThink this is too much.ā€
You nod, ā€œyeah. Sure. Iā€™ll see you later.ā€
You walk out of Loganā€™s room with a weird feeling, but as soon as you get to Stormā€™s room itā€™s like nothing just happened.Ā 
It smells so good in her bedroom, a mix of her perfume and hair products and her clean bed sheets. She smiles at you, patting the bed for you to sit next to her.Ā 
You close the door behind you, creating a space for just the two of you. It always feels like that when youā€™re with her, even when there are other people around. Except for Logan maybe; heā€™s the only one who can get in without even trying ā€” but itā€™s still different when itā€™s really just the two of you.Ā 
Youā€™re immediately lost in the world of beautiful Storm as she presents to you her outfit for the night; it fits her every curve and contour and you briefly wonder how you could ever think of her as nothing more than a friend. It breaks your heart that she only sees you as one, but it doesnā€™t stop the desire you have for her and the joy you feel when youā€™re around her.
Storm does your make-up on her bed, both of you sitting cross-legged with your knees touching. Her hand is placed gently on your face as she does your eyeshadow.
ā€œYouā€™re so naturally beautiful,ā€ she tells you in her calm voice, ā€œDonā€™t really need any of this.ā€
You feel your heart beating wildly in your chest. She just means it as a friend, she just means it as a friend.
You gulp, ā€œWish I looked like you. Youā€™re so gorgeous.ā€
She smiles at you softly, ā€œThank you, but youā€™re perfect like this. Lips.ā€ You open your mouth slightly so that she can apply your lipgloss for you. Even though sheā€™s using the applicator, it feels as intimate as if it were her finger.
She called you perfect.
Your eyes go down to her lips and you realise she hasnā€™t put any product on her own lips yet. Youā€™re not sure what comes over you at your next question.
ā€œYou want some too?ā€ you ask, breathless, staring at her lips. Even though youā€™re not looking into her eyes, you can see her looking down at your lips and she smiles a beautiful, sexy smile and nods.
Storm briefly presses her lips to yours, the way straight girls sometimes do at parties ā€“ except that neither of you are straight and youā€™re not at a party, and you doubt that straight friends feel like this after kissing each other. You pull away instinctively, you donā€™t want her thinking that you could ever even assume that she likes you like that. Youā€™re just friends, and you know that.
Still, you canā€™t resist reaching out a finger to swipe the excess product over the top of her lip, and you let out a nervous giggle when you notice that her eyes are still on your lips.
An alarm on your phone interrupts you; you set it for 20 minutes before you have to leave to make sure you have everything. You didnā€™t notice how close you and Storm were until you both pulled away at the noise.Ā 
The alert pulls you out of your Storm induced warm cloud, an uncomfortable feeling settling on your skin. Being the good friend she is, Storm realises immediately.
ā€œWhatā€™s wrong?ā€ she asks, a soft hand on your arm.
ā€œNothing, I just get nervous about these types of parties sometimes. Thereā€™ll be so many people I donā€™t know, and itā€™ll be so big and loud. I was thinking of taking a shot or something.ā€
Storm smiles, ā€œNot that Iā€™m against a little shot for courage, but dā€™you wanna know something natural that always helps me calm down?ā€
ā€œMhm, what is it?ā€
ā€œI feel like a nice orgasm always makes me calmer. Just a quick one with my fingers or a vibrator.ā€
Her words knock the air out of you. Somehow, you manage to respond. ā€œIā€™ve always wanted to use toys but I donā€™t have any. I should really get one,ā€ you chuckle nervously.
ā€œIā€™m happy to share one of mine if you donā€™t mind,ā€ she looks deep into your eyes and all you can do is nod your head pathetically. There are some types of thoughts youā€™ve done your hardest not to let into your head ā€“ sheā€™s your friend, she wouldnā€™t want you thinking about her like that ā€“ and now sheā€™s the one putting them there on purpose.
She twists her lips, almost.. nervously? and, in a low voice, says: ā€œYou think an orgasm right now would help you?ā€
Again, you donā€™t manage to say any words but you do nod your head, biting your lip.Ā 
ā€œYou wanna do it yourself or can I stay?ā€ she asks, one shoulder pulled up seductively.
ā€œS-stay,ā€ you stutter.
ā€œI could eat you out if you want, but no pressure. I just feel like thatā€™s the quickest way.ā€
You take a deep breath. All kinds of thoughts are shooting through your head, but maybe sheā€™s just horny. During your sleepover the other day, she told you how she hasnā€™t had sex in a while, and how she gets off on making her partners come, so maybe itā€™s just a natural desire that she wants to make someone other than herself come again for once. Itā€™s got nothing to do with you, you know that, but you revel in the knowledge that she at least finds you attractive enough to want to make you come, even if itā€™s just as a friend.
Youā€™re also confused. Your ex always took hours to make you come with his mouth, but, still, you believe every word coming from Stormā€™s pretty lips.
You nod, ā€œYe-yeah. If thatā€™s okay with you. Thatā€™s a very uh, very nice, friendly favour.ā€ You have to make sure she knows that youā€™re not delusional, thinking this is more than friendly.Ā 
As you squirm in your seat, you miss Stormā€™s little sigh of frustration at your oblivion. Instead of pitying herself, she decides sheā€™ll show you why you should be more than friends.
ā€œYā€™ready?ā€ she asks, blessing your ears with her bedroom voice.
ā€œYes,ā€ you breathe.Ā 
Your next breath catches in your throat as Storm leans in to press the most gentle kiss youā€™ve ever experienced to the side of your neck. Sheā€™s warm and soft and smells like heaven.
Her lips slowly press along your pulse point, the tip of her tongue darting out as she makes her way up to your ear. Her teeth scrape along your earlobe, but she doesnā€™t bite. You almost whimper when her warm mouth is gone from your ear.
Storm slides her hand to your jaw, moving her thumb to your lower lip, ā€œMay I?ā€
You nod quickly, and she pulls your lower lip down, sliding her thumb into your mouth to wet it.
You suck on her thumb, mouth watering at having her so close. Storm takes her hand away from your face with a satisfied hum and gently folds your skirt up to your hips, pulling your panties to the side.
She giggles, ā€œyā€™got such cute underwear.ā€ You look down and remember the panties you decided to put on today ā€“ pink underwear with cherries and a red lace trim. You werenā€™t expecting anyone to see it, let alone Storm. Before you have time to get embarrassed, her thumb is on your clit.
You gasp at the first contact, and your knees buckle. Youā€™re glad youā€™re already sitting down. She goes to kneel on her soft carpet, sitting down between your legs.
Her breath is on your pussy and you feel yourself clenching around nothing.
ā€œWhat a pretty fucking pussy,ā€ Storm whispers, more to herself, and impatiently pulls your underwear out of the way more harshly, making sure it stays there. She looks up at you from between your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, and you bite your lip.
This doesnā€™t feel so friendly anymore. Unless she just gets off on making her pretty friends come.
Storm sucks her thumb into her mouth to wet it again and begins to gently rub your clit in circles. She realises how wet you already are and smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your clit.Ā 
ā€œThere you go,ā€ she says quietly, and then puts her mouth on you. She runs her tongue through your folds and sheā€™s so gentle. Youā€™re torn between enjoying it and wanting more.
ā€œFeels so good,ā€ you mumble, and Storm grips the flesh of your thigh to hold you still.Ā 
She smiles against you, ā€œYeah?ā€ and brings her middle and ring finger to your pussy. Licking your clit, she pushes two fingers into you, slowly making her way inside even though youā€™re more than wet enough.
Your pussy makes a squelching sound against her fingers as she begins to fuck into you, curling her fingers up to rub against your g-spot. You gasp when you first feel her there, your head dropping to the side in pleasure as you moan.
She pulls her fingers out to suck them into her mouth, tasting you with a satisfied hum, ā€œTaste so good, baby.ā€ You get even wetter at that name alone, squirming beneath her gaze.
ā€œBe a good girl for me and stay still, okay?ā€ she asks, mouth connecting with your pussy again as she looks up at you. You nod desperately, hoping she canā€™t feel the intense heat spreading over your face down to your chest.
She slides two fingers back into you, fucking you gently but precisely, and you already feel the excitement building up in your belly. Stormā€™s tongue dances over your clit, exactly how you need it to. The only thing missing now is just a liittle more friction.
Itā€™s like she can read your mind, continuing to fuck into your wet pussy at a steady pace, as she begins to suck on your clit. You see stars immediately.
Her mouth has been on you for only a few minutes when sheā€™s got you coming on her tongue and fingers. You whimper her name as you arch your back, hips chasing her face to prolong your orgasm as it crashes over you in waves.
She pulls her fingers out and rubs your clit for a bit longer until youā€™re squirming again, patting your pussy before she gets up. ā€œGoodā€, she simply says, biting her lip.
ā€œYou feel better?ā€ she smiles at you, innocently sucking your arousal off her fingers as if itā€™s something sheā€™s done a million times before. As if itā€™s a normal thing to do with a friend.
ā€œYeah, much better,ā€ you smile shyly, wondering how to ask her what that was.
She sits down right next to you, pulling your panties and skirt back in place, keeping her hand on your thigh afterwards. She smiles at you, and it feels so intimate. Storm reaches for the lipgloss again, ā€œItā€™s all wiped away. Here.ā€
You smile and let her apply the lipgloss again. Storm places a hand on the bed next to your hip to lean in as she does so. She puts the lipgloss away but stays close. She looks at your lips. Your heart starts beating furiously in your chest ā€“ sheā€™s about to kiss you.
This time itā€™s Logan who interrupts you. He calls out your name from the hallway, itā€™s time to leave.
Storm sits back, ā€œyou ready?ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ you nod. She takes your hand as you leave her room. You donā€™t let go even when you see Logan, his eyes immediately finding your intertwined hands.
He doesnā€™t know what it means. There are plenty of platonic girlfriends that hold hands.Ā 
You donā€™t know what it means either, but you know you like the feeling.
-
You donā€™t mean to get drunk but thatā€™s kind of what happens when you subconsciously try to keep up with mutants with healing factors that make it almost impossible for them to get drunk.
You arrived at the party still hand-in-hand with Storm and spent the first half joined at the hip with her. Logan couldnā€™t even get you alone for a second because every time one of you left for the bathroom the other went too without hesitation.
Logan finally finds you alone in the kitchen, looking for another drink.
ā€œYā€™sure you should have more to drink?ā€ he smiles.
You notice him then, ā€œLogan!ā€ you run over to hug him.
Being drunk makes you more affectionate.
ā€œCan you mix me a drink?ā€ you ask Logan, his arm still around your waist. It feels good there.
ā€œMaybe you want water for now?ā€
You pout at him drunkenly, taking a step back and folding your arms, ā€œYouā€™re just jealous you canā€™t get drunk. Doesnā€™t mean Iā€™m not allowed to.ā€
Logan lifts his arms in defence, ā€œā€˜Course youā€™re allowed to, bub. Just making sure youā€™re up for it. What do you want?ā€
-
You, Logan and Storm end up in the living room at the mansion. Youā€™ve been very entertaining in your drunk state but, more importantly, you decided to hold one of their hands each in your lap in the back of the car on the way home. They know you get like this when you drink, and theyā€™d never try anything with you like this, of course. But they could have a bit of harmless fun.
Itā€™s your idea to play never have I ever, but the two of them are just as happy to. Youā€™re playing the game with water instead of alcohol, but thatā€™s probably better for you anyway.
Storm and Logan resist the urge to make the game sexual; theyā€™re unsure what youā€™d be comfortable with if you were sober. Youā€™re the one who makes it explicit.
ā€œNever have I everā€¦ā€ youā€™re leaning the bottle of water against your cheek to cool yourself down, ā€œhad a threesome.ā€
The room is immediately struck with tension. Logan and Storm exchange a look that you miss. How have they not thought of this before?Ā 
You look at them expectantly.
Itā€™s a perfectly innocent statement ā€“ well, innocent in a way that youā€™re not implying anything to them specifically. Even in your wildest thoughts youā€™ve only fantasised about one of them at a time.Ā 
Your eyes are on Storm but she shakes her head. Logan drinks. He shrugs, ā€œBeen alive for so long, you try some things.ā€
Youā€™re torn between arousal and jealousy, but settle on arousal. You forget all about the game.
ā€œIā€™m not that experienced,ā€ you tell them honestly, ā€œIā€™d love to experiment a bit but I get shy. Not that Iā€™mā€“ um, not a threesome necessarily. Iā€™m just saying.ā€ You clear your throat, averting your eyes.
ā€œHow many people have you been with?ā€ Storm asks, voice soft.
You swallow, unsure whether to count her or not. Does it count if it was with a friend? ā€œJust my ex boyfriend.ā€
ā€œThereā€™s been no one else?ā€ Logan asks, and you shake your head in embarrassment.
ā€œI told you Iā€™m shy.ā€
ā€œNothing wrong with being shy,ā€ he says, ā€œIt can be endearing. Donā€™t you think, Storm?ā€
When you turn to her, her eyes are already on you, ā€œI agree.ā€
Your face feels hot and youā€™re suddenly nervous. Theyā€™re both flirting with you, if the alcohol isnā€™t deceiving you, and you donā€™t know who you like more. You think of some stupid ā€˜never have I everā€™ statement to change the topic. They do you the favour of playing along.
Itā€™s not long until you all go to bed, going your separate ways but not without a long hug from both of them.
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The next morning, Logan and Storm meet in front of your room. Sheā€™s made breakfast for you and heā€™s brought you water and some aspirin.
ā€œI should have thought of that,ā€ they say at the same time. Logan knocks at your door.
ā€œItā€™s us,ā€ Storm says after another knock.
Youā€™re not in your bedroom.
They look for you in the entire mansion, but youā€™re not there.
ā€œMaybe sheā€™s walking off her hangover,ā€ Logan shrugs, starting to eat the food Storm made for you as theyā€™re standing in the kitchen.
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They donā€™t see you all day.
Stormā€™s in the kitchen in the evening, starting to worry. She knows youā€™re not far, and you can handle yourself, but sheā€™s worried youā€™re embarrassed about what you said when you were drunk, or regretting what you did before the party yesterday.
There are footsteps coming down the hallway, and she knows itā€™s you before youā€™re there.
ā€œHey,ā€ she smiles when she sees you.
ā€œHi.ā€
ā€œHavenā€™t seen you all day.ā€
ā€œSorry,ā€ you sit down next to her, a shy smile on your face, ā€œDidnā€™t mean to disappear. I just needed to think.ā€
Storm breathes. ā€œYeah, thatā€™s okay. What were you thinking about?ā€ Her heart starts beating faster.
ā€œWell, Iā€™ve been thinking about what Logan said yesterday. And I donā€™t know if Iā€™m misinterpreting things and I donā€™t want to make anything awkward between us or anythingā€¦ā€ you look at her in worry, and she takes your hand. Sheā€™s not sure what you mean but she knows you need her encouragement to say it.Ā 
You continue, ā€œI donā€™t know but maybeā€¦ maybe Logan could show us what a threesome is like?ā€
All the worry on your face melts away when Storm grips your hand tighter and gets up. She grins as she pulls you upstairs.
She walks you to Loganā€™s room and, without knocking, pushes his door open, ā€œMy bedroom. Right now.ā€ He follows you without question.Ā 
ā€œLock the door behind you,ā€ Storm tells Logan when youā€™re all in her bedroom. Your skin is on fire.
ā€œWhatsā€™s going on?ā€ Logan has his arms folded, a smile playing on his lips.
His eyes are on you but you look over at Storm, who just smirks.
ā€œAre you gonna make me say it again?ā€ you ask, horrified.
ā€œYou got this, baby,ā€ she tells you, and hearing her call you that again gives you courage.
You look at the floor, ā€œUh, I donā€™t know if you two want to do that with me but. I was thinking maybe we could, like, have, um, a threesome?ā€ You were a lot smoother in your head.
Logan raises his eyebrows, ā€œYou donā€™t know if we want to do that with you? You tellinā€™ me you havenā€™t noticed whatā€™s been goinā€™ on, bub?ā€ Heā€™s right in front of you now, hands holding your face.
ā€œUhā€¦ā€ you know he can feel your skin heating up under his fingers.
ā€œWant you so fucking bad. Both of us,ā€ Logan nods towards Storm.
ā€œOh.ā€
(Logan decides this isnā€™t the time to tell you that his threesome was with two guys.)
They both grin at each other and Logan walks you to Stormā€™s bed. They sit down on either side of you ā€“ you donā€™t even know where to look. You donā€™t know who to kiss first.
Storm makes the decision for you, gently turning your head towards her. You lean in without another word.
This time you get more than a peck. Her mouth is hungry and wet against yours, her lips soft. Youā€™re kissing messily and loudly, and you do your best not getting on top of her yet. You pull away only because Loganā€™s there too.
ā€œBeen dying to do that since last night,ā€ you smile.
ā€œI know,ā€ Storm giggles, ā€œKnew you appreciated my friendly favour.ā€ You hide your face in her neck at her teasing. Youā€™re not sure how you could be so stupid. Now you know itā€™s more than friendship.
ā€œWhatā€™s that?ā€ Logan asks, an eyebrow raised.
You bite your lip, ā€œWeā€™ll tell you later.ā€
Before he can question it, you pull Logan closer by his shirt. His kisses are rougher, but not in a bad way. His beard scratches against your cheek with the desperation in his kisses, and heā€™s pulling you closer. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips between your lips, and you grab a fistful of his shirt.
Storm starts kissing the side of your neck, the way she did last night, and youā€™re so lost in pleasure that you stop kissing Logan.
ā€œToo hot,ā€ you mumble, pulling off your top absentmindedly. They both stop what theyā€™re doing.
ā€œYou wear stuff like this all the time?ā€ Logan smirks, finger slipping under your bra strap. You forgot about the lingerie you put on for them.
You shake your head, ā€œThought we might do this tonight.ā€
Logan grins and starts kissing your shoulder, pulling one of your bra straps down with his teeth. Storm turns your head back to her and kisses you again ā€“ gentle, teasing pecks from her soft lips to yours. She kisses over your cheek and your jaw, begins to gently nibble on your earlobe.
Logan pauses when his mouth is at your wrist, ā€œYou know, bub, the problem with pretty lingerie like this is that it ends up coming off again real quick.ā€
Youā€™re already so horny from two pairs of lips on you that you can barely speak. ā€œDoesnā€™t sound like a problem to me at all,ā€ you mumble.Ā 
ā€œCan we take it off, baby?ā€ Storm asks.
ā€œPlease.ā€
You feel Stormā€™s fingers at your back, opening your bra, and Logan is the one who pulls it off.Ā 
They both sigh when they see your tits for the first time, moving to the breast closest to them. Logan thumbs over your nipple, gently playing with it while Storm wraps her lips around your other nipple. You feel yourself getting so wet.Ā 
ā€œH-how aboutā€”ā€ you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, ā€œhow about you take your clothes off too.ā€
ā€œHow about you take them off?ā€ Storm bites her lip.Ā 
You nod quickly, lifting her top over her head to find her bare underneath. You trace your hands over her perfect tits, cupping them as your thumbs rub over her nipples and she lets out the sweetest moan.Ā 
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Logan moving to take off his shirt so you quickly turn to him, grabbing hold of his shirt to do it yourself while Storm stands up to take off her trousers.Ā 
You pull off Loganā€™s shirt and, even though youā€™ve seen him shirtless before, youā€™re mesmerised by the muscles and the hair and how good he looks.Ā 
ā€œYā€™like what you see, bub?ā€ He smirks and you bite your lip, resisting kissing him. You move on to his belt, trying to ignore how Logan gropes your tits as you get him naked except for his boxers.Ā 
Storm sits between your legs, helping you out of your trousers and you all move to the middle of the bed. Youā€™re panting before anything has even started, ā€œSorry, itā€™s just cause Iā€™m excited,ā€ you breathe, grinning with anticipation.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s okay,ā€ Storm kisses you behind your ear.Ā 
ā€œSo are we, bub,ā€ Logan tells you, moving to press his lips to the side of your neck. He kisses further up, to your jaw, while Stormā€™s lips ghost over your collarbone on your other side.Ā 
Excitement builds up in your belly, your skin tingling all over. You kiss whoever is closer to you ā€“ itā€™s Logan ā€“ and start making out with him. The only way to accurately describe the kiss is to say that itā€™s sloppy. Loganā€™s devouring you, licking your lips and into your mouth.Ā 
You carefully feel for Stormā€™s face and donā€™t stop kissing Logan until sheā€™s right next to you too so you can kiss her instead. She puts a hand behind your neck to pull you in, and you lean your hand on Loganā€™s leg to steady yourself.Ā 
When your hand moves just an inch, you feel how hard he is, and how big. You force yourself to pull away from Storm, your lips already kissed raw.
Loganā€™s thigh tenses under your hand, ā€œHow are we gonna do this?ā€
ā€œDonā€™t know, just wanna cum,ā€ you say. You donā€™t want to seem petulant, but youā€™ve never been this turned on in your life. Your underwear is soaked through and it almost hurts how badly you need to be fucked right now.
ā€œWe got you, baby,ā€ Logan says, ā€œCan I take these off?ā€ He starts to pull at the waistband of your panties where they hug your hip, and you nod quickly.
Storm gets up to walk to her nightstand, but you canā€™t focus on her too. Your mind is on Logan all but ripping your panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the carpet.Ā 
He takes your knees to push your thighs up to your chest as you lie down, your head supported by a pillow.
ā€œGod, look at you. So fucking pretty. Look at her, Storm,ā€ Logan says, spreading you open for him to take all of you in.
Storm smirks at Logan, ā€œI know.ā€
You feel Loganā€™s eyes going between you and her, but sheā€™s leaning down to kiss you so all of your senses are taken over by her.
ā€œGot this just for you, baby,ā€ Storm stops kissing you, pulling something out of the drawer of her nightstand. Sheā€™s holding a pink, soft silk bag, ā€œHad a feeling you might want to play.ā€ She pulls out a pink dildo, and you bite your lip as she kisses you again.
Logan asks you something twice before you register what heā€™s saying, lightly squeezing your ankle to get your attention.
ā€œHuh?ā€ you pull away from the kiss.
ā€œCan I eat your pussy?ā€
You nod, ā€œBut I want you inside me.ā€
Logan smiles, ā€œAlright, just let me get a taste first. Been dying to know how you taste.ā€
Storm lies down next to you on her stomach to kiss you some more. Her lips trail over your shoulders and move up to your neck.
Logan bends down so his face is between your legs, and he shakes his head in disbelief. ā€œYouā€™re so wet already, bub. So fucking pretty,ā€ he smiles, moving to lick all the way up your pussy once.Ā 
ā€œHere,ā€ he pulls your legs over his shoulders as he settles between them. He pushes two of his thick fingers into your pussy and puts his mouth on you. His tongue on you is fast and skilled, but you still need more.
ā€œā€˜S not enough,ā€ you whine, and Logan looks up, smiling.
ā€œNeed me inside?ā€ he asks, wiping his mouth thatā€™s smeared with you with the back of his hand. You nod, staring in awe as he finally takes off his boxers and you get to see his hard cock in all its glory.
ā€œYā€™gonna be okay, bub? Itā€™s kinda big,ā€ he teases. You can see that. But all you can do is keep staring with an open mouth and nod. Storm wipes some spit from the corner of your mouth and gives you a quick kiss.
ā€œYou got this, baby,ā€ she tells you, cupping one of your tits while she strokes over your hair with her other hand.
ā€œYeah,ā€ you say, eyes not leaving Loganā€™s cock.
ā€œYou ready?ā€ he asks, bending down to give you a long, wet kiss.
ā€œMhmm, need it so bad.ā€
He chuckles as he spreads your legs for him again, rubbing the tip of his cock along your pussy. Itā€™s so wet you can hear it.
Logan slowly pushes inside you, and you gasp when he fills you up. Heā€™s big, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
ā€œTheeere you go, bub. So fucking tight fā€™me. Taking me so well,ā€ he starts to thrust into you in a gentle rhythm, fucking you deep but pacing himself.
It takes you a few moments to get used to his size, but Stormā€™s kisses at your neck help you ease into it. You canā€™t believe this is happening ā€“ you never would have thought youā€™d be with either of them, especially not with both and at the same time.
ā€œFeels so good,ā€ you moan weakly, pulling Storm to kiss you again. You whine when she lets go, but sheā€™s sitting up at your side again soon, holding the dildo. You nod before sheā€™s even said anything.
ā€œLet me,ā€ she leans over to Logan, who pulls out of you. Storm fucks your pussy with the cool silicone for just a moment, and itā€™s wet with your arousal when she brings it up to your chest.Ā 
She teases you first, rubbing the wet tip of the dildo over your nipples, trailing it up your chest and over your cheek, smearing your own arousal over your face. You bite your lip in frustration, and look down to see Logan jerking off to the sight of you spread out for him. You canā€™t decide who of them you need more.
Youā€™re salivating just at the thought of Storm fucking your mouth with the toy, and you hum when she rubs it across your lips.
ā€œClose your mouth, baby,ā€ Storm says when youā€™re about to take it in your mouth. She leans over you and lets her spit drop onto your mouth, smiling as she trails the tip of the dildo around your mouth, your lips desperately parting for it.
ā€œHere, baby,ā€ she says finally, pushing the dildo past your lips. You moan around it, taking the silicone as deep as you can.Ā 
Storm fucks your mouth with it and all itā€™s doing is making you even more horny. The sound of Loganā€™s slicked hand on his cock stops, and heā€™s grabbing your thighs to spread them more, finally fucking you again. This time his pace is rougher, and itā€™s exactly what you need.
Stormā€™s wet lips are on your jaw as she continues to push the toy in and out of your mouth as you suck on it eagerly. She bites her lip as she leans over you to watch you, pushing the dildo in just a bit more.
ā€œDoing such a good job, baby,ā€ she hums, holding your chin.
ā€œYeah, being such a good girl for us,ā€ Logan rasps, voice hoarse as he fucks you, ā€œLook so fucking sexy with your lips wrapped around a cock.ā€ You know he can feel your pussy clench around him at his words and he smirks, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
As you focus back on the cock in your mouth, you notice that Stormā€™s free hand is down her panties, and you can see her getting worked up too, a bead of sweat rolling down the valley of her tits.
You hum around the dildo and she pulls it out. ā€œWanna eat your pussy,ā€ you tell her, voice almost whiny.
She smiles, sitting up to pull down her underwear. You reach out to touch the flesh of her thigh, and all you want to do is taste her.
You get up, disregarding how Logan slips out of you as you turn around to get on all fours. Storm sits down in front of you, leaning against the headboard.
ā€œIā€™ve never done this,ā€ you tell her, leaning down with your ass in the air. Logan positions your hips so he can rub the tip of his cock through your folds, and you take a moment to close your eyes and focus back on Storm.
ā€œThatā€™s okay, baby,ā€ she tells you, ā€œI know youā€™ll do well.ā€
You nod eagerly as you spread her legs, leaning in to press a kiss to her clit. Youā€™re addicted as soon as you taste her. You open your mouth wider to lick up all of her that you can, attaching your mouth to Stormā€™s pussy like you never want to let go.
Her hand goes to the top of your head, careful not to mess up your hair as she spreads her knees wider to accommodate you between them.
You lick at Stormā€™s clit, tongue trailing down to taste her some more. You revel in the sounds she makes when you start to make out with her pussy, all but putting your face in it.
Itā€™s then that Logan begins to fuck you again, pushing his dick all the way inside your wet pussy. Heā€™s rocking into you so much that it makes your whole body move forwards and backwards with his thrusts, and you can barely focus on Stormā€™s pussy.
ā€œSorry, bubā€, Logan says from behind you when he notices that youā€™ve stopped, but you can hear from his voice that heā€™s not sorry at all. You and Storm smile at each other as you grip her thigh to hold yourself in place and go down on her again.
You get the hang of eating pussy quickly, paying attention to the sounds Storm makes and what makes her knees tremble around your head.
She comes against your lips when you suck her clit into your mouth. Her hand is at the back of your head, hips chasing your face as you play with her clit through her orgasm.Ā 
Being between Stormā€™s thighs as she comes ignites a fire in your core, and Loganā€™s fucking you so good, getting messy from how close he is.
You push yourself up on your arms to kiss Storm, smearing her wetness over her lips as you make out. She has to hold your face so that you donā€™t move too much with Loganā€™s thrusts, but youā€™re too weak to keep kissing her as you get closer to your orgasm.
ā€œYou close, bub? Gonna cum inside you,ā€ Logan grunts from behind you.
ā€œMhmm, donā€™t stop, please.ā€
ā€œI got you, baby, I got you. Doinā€™ so well,ā€ he grabs your hips to fuck you even deeper as you arch your back. He hits that sweet spot inside you, and one of his hands sneaks down over your belly to rub your clit.Ā 
Even though you can hear him starting to lose his breath, trying hard not to come yet, he plays with your clit in a way thatā€™s perfect, and your orgasm has you biting back your moans because youā€™re scared of how loud theyā€™d be.
Logan blows his load in you before youā€™re done coming, and it prolongs your own orgasm as he fills you with his cum, somehow even deeper inside you than he was before.
You almost collapse when heā€™s done with you, smiling as you roll over to lie on your back.
Storm lies down next to you and kisses you while Logan gets the bottle of water from her nightstand. She drinks a sip first and then passes it to you.
Logan chugs the rest of the water when youā€™re done, his adamā€™s apple bobbing as a drop of sweat slides down his neck. You follow it all the way over his glistening abs and down into his happy trail. You notice then that heā€™s hard again ā€“ or still hard ā€“ and youā€™ve finally got the answer to that question youā€™ve spent nights thinking about, wondering if his healing factor also applies to his sex drive.
ā€œYou want more, bub?ā€ Logan asks as Storm starts kissing your neck in that way she knows how to do so well.
You nod as you sit up, Storm getting the dildo as she gets behind you, Logan sitting in front of you.
ā€œCan I fuck you, baby?ā€ Storm asks, hand trailing down the back of your spine and over your ass as you get on all fours again.
ā€œYeah,ā€ you tell her, looking back at her with a smile, a new desire forming deep in you.
You get between Loganā€™s legs, leaning in to kiss him again. Every time his mouth is on you, it feels like heā€™s devouring you, and itā€™s one of the best feelings youā€™ve ever had. Heā€™s all tongue and teeth.
ā€œCan I suck your cock?ā€ you ask against his lips, your mouth squished up with his hand grabbing your face.
ā€œBeen waiting for this since I saw you for the first time, bub. Donā€™t know if Iā€™ll last long.ā€ You never thought youā€™d hear Logan of all people say those words, but it turns you on that you could reduce even a man like Logan to nothing but his most primal needs.
You grin as you wetly kiss down his chest, arching your back so your ass is in the air for Storm.
ā€œSo pretty,ā€ she mumbles, lost in her own world as she runs the tip of the dildo through your folds, and you almost lose balance.
Loganā€™s cock leans against the side of your face as you kiss all the way down to his happy trail, and without further thought, you take him into your mouth. You can still taste a bit of yourself on him.Ā 
Storm starts fucking you with the dildo just as youā€™re getting into going down on Logan, and you pull your mouth off his cock. Somehow the dildo feels bigger in your pussy than it did with your mouth. Storm knows exactly what sheā€™s doing.
ā€œDidnā€™t realise how big it was,ā€ you say, steadying your hands against Loganā€™s big thighs as you fuck back against the toy.
ā€œNot bigger than me, bubā€ Logan grumbles, and you giggle.
ā€œWe know, big boy. Itā€™s not a competition,ā€ Storm tells him, and even though you canā€™t see their faces you know this just became a competition for them. And you really donā€™t mind the two people you have a crush on competing on who can make you come more often.
ā€œCan I play with your ass, baby?ā€ Storm asks you when youā€™ve adjusted to the toy in you and youā€™re back to trying to stuff all of Loganā€™s cock in your mouth. You moan around his dick.
ā€œWhat was that, princess?ā€ itā€™s Logan who asks.
ā€œYeah, you can,ā€ you turn to face Storm, ā€œBut Iā€™ve never done that before.ā€
ā€œItā€™s okay. Iā€™ll be gentle. Logan, can you pass me the lube from over there?ā€ Logan ignores her ā€“ itā€™s not on purpose, but youā€™ve gone back to putting your wet mouth on him and youā€™re sucking his cock, and itā€™s hard to focus on anything but your wet mouth.
You pull away and look up at Logan, and he passes the lube after seeing the pretty smile you give him.
ā€œFuck, bub, so fucking gorgeous,ā€ he says, bringing your face up to his to give you a kiss and then getting up to sit next to Storm.
ā€œJust relax for us, baby,ā€ Storm says, and youā€™ll never get tired of hearing her call you that.
Logan rubs a hand across your ass cheek, kneading your flesh. He finds his discarded shirt at the edge of the bed, wiping down your inner thighs that are dripping with his cum to try and stop Stormā€™s sheets from getting too messy.Ā 
He runs his hand softly up your spine as Storm squeezes drops of lube onto your ass. Loganā€™s hand goes back down, settling between your legs to gently play with your clit, not to make you cum but to relax you.
ā€œSo pretty,ā€ Storm says absentmindedly as she rubs her thumb over your tight hole.
ā€œCan you come over here?ā€ you ask Logan, feeling weird with both of them at your back. You like having one at each side.
ā€œIā€™m here, bub,ā€ he sits down in front of you again, lifting your head to rest your cheek on his meaty thigh instead. He gently runs the back of his hand over your other cheek as you sink down into the bed with your upper body.
Storm gently pushes the tip of her finger into your ass, ā€œThat feel okay?ā€
ā€œFeels good,ā€ you hum, letting her go deeper as she simultaneously starts to fuck your pussy with the dildo.
ā€œSuch a good girl, hmm?ā€ Logan coos from above you and you sigh in pleasure.
ā€œDoing so well,ā€ Storm tells you, thumb hooked in your ass as she begins to fuck your pussy more roughly. You instinctively start fucking back, your hips moving on their own as you get up on all fours again.
Loganā€™s biting his lip as he watches you take Storm, hand reaching down to jerk off again, but you shove his hand away. ā€œI wanna,ā€ you pout, wrapping your hand around him.
ā€œā€˜M not stopping you,ā€ he tells you, sitting back as you make him feel good with your hand.
ā€œIā€™m close,ā€ you say, suddenly feeling the pleasant pressure between your thighs, looking back at Storm who smirks at your words.
She fucks into you more roughly, the added stimulation by your ass making you tip over the edge. You let go of Logan and grab his thigh to keep your balance as your orgasm flows through you, even better than the previous one.
She pulls out of you slowly, rubbing a hand over your ass cheek.
ā€œWanna make you cum again,ā€ you turn to Storm.
ā€œLater, baby, come sit on my face,ā€ she says, and how are you meant to resist that?
She lies down on the bed and you straddle her, careful to balance your weight out on your knees rather than on her, ā€œyou sure?ā€
ā€œCā€™mere,ā€ she says, pulling you down onto her face, and youā€™re lost in the pleasure of her tongue on your clit for a few moments before you can even open your eyes again. You take Logan by his wrist and make him stand up in front of you so you can keep sucking his cock.
You suck on Loganā€™s dick as eagerly as Stormā€™s tongue is on your pussy, spit running down to his balls like itā€™s running down the side of Stormā€™s mouth. You hover over her to let her breathe but she pulls you back down.
ā€œDonā€™t worry about me, I can handle you.ā€
She sucks on your clit with a new intensity, and you forget all about Loganā€™s cock as it slips out of your mouth and slides wetly across your cheek. You clumsily stick out your tongue, and Logan chuckles, ā€œSo fucked out already, hm?ā€ He jerks off in front of your face, holding you in place. He begins to fuck against the inside of your cheek, filling your mouth with his cock.
You hum, not really listening but simply taking his cock in your mouth as the pleasure builds up inside you when Storm pushes her tongue into you. Her hands are on your ass and she sucks on your clit harder.Ā 
Your back arches as you suddenly cum again, cheeks hollowing around Loganā€™s cock in the process as you suck him in deeper. Storm plays with your clit for a few more moments, lifting you to roll to the side, and your knees sink into the mattress.
ā€œSuch a good girl. Yā€™gonna make me cum again?ā€ Logan says from above, and you look at him with puppy eyes as you take as much of him as you can.
ā€œBeen doinā€™ such a good job all night, baby. You can take him deeper,ā€ Storm says, watching you. Youā€™re going down on Logan but you want her praise too, so you take as much as you can of Logan under both their gazes.
ā€œFuuuck, babyā€ Logan groans, his cum spilling down your throat as you swallow him eagerly and he fucks your mouth until heā€™s finished, the wet sound of his cock in your mouth echoing through the room.
When heā€™s done coming, Logan lifts you to kiss him, and you know you still taste like him. Storm is on your other side, and you turn to kiss her, both their hands on you as you keep kissing.
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Youā€™ve lost count of how many orgasms youā€™ve each had by the time you collapse in a tired heap of sweat and lust and endorphins.Ā 
Youā€™re sandwiched between them, your pussy feeling as warm as your heart.
ā€œNot that itā€™s a competition but I think I made her come more times than you did,ā€ Logan tells Storm over you.Ā 
She props herself up on one elbow, smirking at you, ā€œYou wanna tell him?ā€
You shake your head shyly, looking over to smile at Logan. Youā€™re close to falling asleep, only half registering what theyā€™re saying anyway.
ā€œHelped our beautiful girl calm down before the party last night. Tasted better than the birthday cake.ā€
Logan smiles, ā€œCanā€™t even be mad at you, I wouldā€™ve done the same.ā€
They notice you drifting off, pressing gentle kisses to your lips one after the other. You feel Stormā€™s hand on your face.
ā€œLook how gorgeous our girl is,ā€ Logan says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Those are the last words you hear before you fall asleep.
Our girl. You like it.Ā 
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fairene Ā· 3 months ago
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passenger princess / ln4
established relationship lando norris x fem!reader
no use of y/n, as always.
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in which the weekend takes a twist, and all you want is a baby.
promptā‹Æ hi! first of all, i absolutely ADORE your writing. iā€™ve been reading all of your stuff for the past few days!! second, i was scrolling on pinterest and i rediscovered the lando daddy bracelet pic. that combined with THE dutch gp pic made me be down even worse for him. with that i request a fic with an established reader x lando relationship. thatā€™s set during the weekend of the 2024 dutch gp. where he wears the bracelet over the course of the weekend and it gets you(? or me? idk how to phrase that) really worked up, and after he wins they fuck while heā€™s still wearing it. and itā€™s like the most rough feral sex known to mankind. but at the end you want him to come in you and heā€™s like ā€œoh you wanna make me a daddyā€. like yes it is a slight breeding kink but itā€™s more of the idea of the bracelet and how he definitely knew what he was doing when he wore it (in the fic and irl too tbh). thatā€™s the general idea but feel free to put your own spin on it!! i am incredibly down bad for him and that photo did something to me. ty šŸ¤—šŸ§”
a/n ā‹Æ yeah tbh i got no excuse for this one chat...like...how could i not resist a breeding kink...i know y'all want it too. but for real--- thank you anon for being patient. i had a lot of fun writing this in between doing work. writing is an escape for me. thank you to all for the continued support, and i'll be continuing to get through asks as time moves along. comment below to be added to my taglist, or comment in general! i love replying to all of them as much as i can.
warnings ā‹Æ SMUT 18+++!!! minors DNI!!!, language, choking, p in v sex (wrap before you tap!), fingering!(f)receiving, breeding kink, impregnation, teasing, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, begging, mating press-- allat shit tbh. if i miss a warning, let me know.
wc ā‹Æ 8.5k (unedited.)
things had begun to be different between you and lando. you couldnā€™t pinpoint the exact moment when the gears shifted, the stars aligned, though you only cared how good it made you feel with him.Ā 
but he knew. he knew exactly when.
youā€™d been dating lando for two years now. it was two years of pure blissā€” the exciting lifestyle that youā€™ve craved, the love and care, the passion that you shared with him was exquisitely yours. he is yours. and you are his.
that morning in the paddock he was speaking to max, chattering about the post collision from hungaroring. they seemed to make up in due time, finding it easier to call one another ā€œbrotherā€™sā€ again, despite the damages done to their cars and the media in an uproar about their impish, punitive behaviors. you didnā€™t spare any glance towards the comments made about it, knowing that lando had been in a rough shape that weekend.Ā 
you played with penelope, p, as they were talking, squatted on the ground with colored pens in your hand. kelly loomed behind, on her phone, thankful enough that you could occupy her for the time being. you had no issue entertaining her. you loved being around childrenā€¦most of the time.Ā 
ā€œthis one?ā€ you held out the red pen for p, as she was pointing to with a bashful look. she was shyā€“ especially around you, given your ethereal, wanderlust nature. you carried yourself in such an elegant way that could facilitate a ray of sunlight through the most tepid storms.Ā 
she nodded and you handed it to her. she latched her smaller hand around it, coloring in the rb20 from her sketchbook. your hand fell beneath your chin as you watched her carefully color inside the lines, dreading falling out of it. you smiled as she did, the dress you wore crinkling fashionably around your thighs.Ā 
p flashed the page at you nervously, awaiting her input. your eyes glowed, sparkles falling onto the page as you scanned it. she really did do a good job.
ā€œbeautiful, p!ā€ you commented, your palm splaying over her upper back. ā€œyouā€™re really good at this, you know?ā€
a shade of red filled her cheeks, warming her skin. you hadnā€™t meant to embarrass her, nor make her nervous.Ā 
ā€œdo you want to color one with me?ā€ you asked her, pointing to the pages in the book. she hesitated for a moment, as if she didnā€™t hear you properly, but ended up nodding with the same excitement that she did when sheā€™d see max on the podium. ā€œyou pick. somethingā€¦pretty.ā€
the gears were turning in her head as she flipped through the pages, trying to find the perfect one for you and her to work on. you, on the other hand, were focused on how her brows scrunched together as she furiously searched through her booklet. it was cute the way she perceived things. she was a cutie. it made you think about your own future, what you wanted.Ā 
what you wanted,
your eyes drifted from the carpeted floors inside the hospitality room, to the shoes that he wore, and up his black jeans to the papaya livery he sported for the day. you lingered on the expanse of his chest, the tan skin peaking through the v-neck of his unbuttoned collar. your mouth watered instinctively, thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like lando love you so deeply.
as you glanced further up towards his chin, the unshaved rigid surface that sparked electricity over your body, you found him already looking down at you. he wasnā€™t even paying attention to max at this point, already giving you all of his attention and you didnā€™t even need to ask.Ā 
you gave him a smile, covering your lips afterward to stifle your giggle, and turned back to p once she tapped you that sheā€™d found a picture for the two of you to color.
ā€œmate?ā€
lando was lost in a daze staring at you. gawking at your figure, the dress you decided to wear. it was a denim colored sheath that youā€™d twin with alexandra with. sheā€™d wear the gia dress in a pomegranate hue, whereas you took the navy.Ā 
landoā€™s hand was cupped against his chin, rubbing over his stubble, keen on watching how you interacted with p.Ā 
your relationship had progressed further than heā€™s ever gotten to before in his life. he was at a point where he knew he didnā€™t want anyone else, to explore someone elseā€™s body the way he did yours. he knew you, inside and out, and he didnā€™t think another connection was even fathomable.Ā 
you appeared to be so gentle with her, taking the time to listen to what she wanted you to do, how to color, maneuver the pens. there would be no outside the line coloring on her watch, that was for sure.Ā 
he found himself smiling bright.Ā 
do you want kids?Ā 
he knew that he did. he always knew that. but heā€™d never broach the subject to you directly. your relationship with him was secure, but was it eligible to be taken to the next level? would you be frightened by his sudden urge to create a life with you? a product of him, and the most beautiful woman heā€™s ever seen?
ā€œyeah? sorry.ā€ lando looked back towards max. but it was too late, and max was looking over his shoulder towards you and p.
when he looked back towards lando, he threw his hands up in defense. max rolled his eyes. ā€œdonā€™t know why you havenā€™t proposed to her yet. whatā€™re you waiting for?ā€Ā 
lando bristled. he waited a moment to answer, wondering the same fucking thing. what was he waiting on? the perfect time, perhaps. summer break was rapidly approaching, and he certainly had a ring picked out.Ā 
the papaya clad driver pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos, settled on the right one, and handed it to max. the other driver took it, zooming in, not that he needed to.Ā 
ā€œwhen?ā€
lando shrugged. ā€œsummer break. greece, maybe.ā€Ā 
max cheered, slapping his hand over his mouth in shock. ā€œyouā€™re serious, mate?ā€ lando nodded. max pulled him in for a hug, slapping him over the back. he couldnā€™t be happier for his best friend in this moment, starting to jump up and down. lando settled him down and slid his phone back into his pocket.Ā 
ā€œkeep it quiet. i want her to be surprised.ā€Ā 
max made a motion of a lock and key. ā€œsurprised about what?ā€Ā 
lando felt giddy.
you hadnā€™t been paying much attention to what lando nor max were chittering about. youā€™d been so hyper focused on coloring with p, that you were absent minded of the conversation behind you.Ā 
p had picked out a cartoon illustration of max and lando smiling towards the viewer. youā€™d thought it was an adorable choice, and it showed that p was more aware than what she led on to be. she, of course, started coloring in max. with his neutrally blonde hair, redbull cap, she was fast working.Ā 
but then she shoved the book towards you, politely anyways, and pointed at lando, who was yet to be colored in.Ā 
ā€œmy turn?ā€ she nodded her head, handing you the orange marker.Ā 
you grinned, carefully coloring in the lines of the drawing before p took a deep breath. ā€œare you and lando married?ā€Ā 
the question had you freeze momentarily, taken back by her question. ā€œno, p, weā€™re not.ā€Ā 
you continued to color, whilst she continued to question. ā€œwhy not?ā€
ā€œbecause he hasnā€™t asked me.ā€
ā€œwhy donā€™t you ask him?ā€Ā 
ā€œiā€™m not sure thatā€™s what he wants.ā€
p raised a brow. she looked towards lando and max, giggling together like school girls, then back to you and your focused coloring.
she handed you a brown marker for landoā€™s curls. ā€œi think you should.ā€
now it was your turn to be inquisitive, ā€œreally, now?ā€
she nodded her head without hesitating. ā€œthen youā€™d be my aunt!ā€ she giggled.Ā 
you colored in landoā€™s curls, carefully, diligently, thinking of how they felt beneath your fingertips. your breath hitched thinking about the thought of him proposing, wondering if he had ever even thought about it. you knew what your answer would be. it wouldnā€™t even take a beat of your heart to give him in answer, if he chose to ask. if he chose you.Ā 
with one final stripe of a black marker, your drawing of lando had been finished. you stood up, and so did p.Ā 
ā€œare you going to have babies?ā€
ā€œp!ā€ you gasped, mouth dropping. ā€œthatā€™s none of your business, young lady.ā€Ā 
she laughed, twirling around. ā€œwhat? thatā€™s what mama says happens when you love someone.ā€ confident, wasnā€™t she? ā€œdo you love lando?ā€
ā€œof course i do, p.ā€
she gasped.
ā€œis there a baby in there right now?!ā€ she seemed concerned, becoming so bold as to touch your stomach. it was a little higher than where your womb sat beneath your skin, but close enough.Ā 
you shook your head. ā€œno, honey. i am not having a baby right now.ā€Ā 
she looked disappointed. taking her hand back, she crossed them over her chest.Ā 
ā€œpenelope, what are you going on about?ā€ kelly finally chimed in, rubbing pā€™s back with her hand.Ā 
ā€œnothing.ā€Ā 
but it wasnā€™t nothing.
lando appeared behind you, a hand on your lower back. you leaned into him, recognizing his touch, and you got a brief wave of panic wondering if he heard your conversation with p.Ā 
ā€œp,ā€ lando said over your shoulder. she looked up. ā€œdo you still have your bracelet making kit?ā€Ā 
she nodded again, though you werenā€™t quite sure what heā€™d need it for. you guessed youā€™d find out eventually, because lando uttered, ā€œitā€™s a secret, sorry baby.ā€
and he followed p to her small table, pulling out the kit from her backpack. she had taken landoā€™s hand to guide him, and you watched fondly.Ā 
too fondly, you thought, and knew you were in deep shit.
the morning of the dutch grand prix had you biting at the corners of your fingernails with anticipation. the summer break you had spent with lando was more than you could imagineā€” filled with delicious foods, sunny weather, morning swims, and of course, the sex. with more free time that lando had, he was utterly obsessed with you. he worshiped the ground you walked on, and it made you feel like more than the queen you deserved to be.Ā 
in the paddock you stood, shifting on your feet, anxiously fiddling with your purse once your fingernails sufficed. lily joined at your side, ethereal with her effortless beauty, and she nudged you with her elbow. ā€œyou look nervous,ā€ she gave a short laugh.
you scoffed but joined in on her antics. ā€œdo i?ā€ you certainly did. lily raised her brows to inquire further of your apparent distress.Ā 
relenting, you couldnā€™t resist her. there was no reason toā€” you were both practically attached at the hip. ever since oscar had been signed to mclaren, the two of you were inseparable. the famous mclaren WAGs.Ā 
your relationship with lando had been going on for two years now. sure, youā€™d had some rocky slopes to climb with the schedule of his career and the development of your own; thatā€™s the thing about relationships though, isnā€™t it? that no matter what hill youā€™d have to climb, youā€™d find one another on the other side. the two of you wanted to make it work, so there was no obsolete universe in which youā€™d never find each other.Ā 
ā€œhe needs this, lils.ā€ you practically sighed, finally gaining the courage to look her in the eye. she looked at you with the same softness that a mother would, or a best friend that you could count on.Ā 
ā€œyou know heā€™ll do well.ā€ oh, donā€™t you know it. lando, whilst on vacation, never took a momentā€™s worth of rest. he wanted this just as much as you did for him, a second career win. it was all that you could think about the moment you stepped off the plane before him in zandvoort. it was going to happen. you had a feeling.Ā 
and a good one at that.Ā 
qualifying swept by in a flash. the saturday afternoon was a clean sweep for your boyfriend in the front row. you couldnā€™t be more proud of him. when he was finished with his interviews and taking his leave with his half removed fireguard, you launched at him.
flinging your arms around his neck, he gripped onto your waist and thighs like his life depended on it. it did. your nose found the sweat against the column of his neck, inhaling deeply. you melted into him.
lando felt the same. with his forehead burrowing into the hair on your scalp, he let out a deep breath that heā€™d been holding since he got out of the car.Ā 
ā€œmissed my sweet girl,ā€ he breathed, the sweat and perspiration heating the hairs on your head. you sighed softly, relaxing into him as he held you tighter.Ā 
you broke away from him, setting yourself on the ground. you stood happily in front of him, rocking on your heels and playing with the hem of the black, sponser-ridden firesuit.Ā 
ā€œā€˜m so fucking proud, lan. pole? pole on the first race back?ā€ you were in shellshock, overjoyed disbelief.Ā 
he raised a hand to cup your face before heā€™d be whisked away. the bracelet on his wrist caught your eye, one that he mustā€™ve put on once he stepped out of the car. the friendship letter bracelet read loudly to you, it letters all capitalized.Ā 
ā€˜daddyā€™
you gripped his hand, observing the ornament. you raised a brow. is this the bracelet he had made with p?Ā 
lando let out a short laugh. ā€œlike it?ā€Ā 
you flushed, staring down at the small, dainty thing. it had you shifting on your feet, ideas and fantasies running wild through your pillage of a mind. ā€œmaybe.ā€ you hummed, stroking the beads with your index finger.Ā 
ā€œwore it for you.ā€Ā 
the statement had you standing up straight. ā€œreally now?ā€ lando nodded.Ā 
and before he was whisked away, he whispered into your ear, ā€œdonā€™t get any ideas, baby. i know that look.ā€Ā 
you were rendered speechless, and by the time you managed to open your mouth, he had already left through the door.Ā 
the following day was race day. you were dressed flawlessly, curating perfection with your outfits to match the same prestige that lando had with his fans. also, you enjoyed feeling pretty. looking pretty, as lando would often say to you. he didnā€™t forget this morning either, arriving to the paddock with you in tow, hand wrapped tightly with yours.
as he took selfie after selfie, signed hat after hat, he didnā€™t forget to remind you, ā€œyou look beautiful,ā€ that always brought a smile to your face, a blush fanning your cheeks.Ā 
when the two of you made it inside of mclarenā€™s hospitality, you were greeted by both lily and oscar. you gave her a warming hug, and she returned it with the same affirmation. when you separated, she danced on her tip-toes. lando and oscar side stepped toward the tea and coffee station, chatting amongst themselves.Ā 
ā€œwow!ā€ you were confused, raising a brow. ā€œfront row for him, hmm? told you, had nothing to worry about.ā€Ā 
you rolled your eyes, still holding anxieties for the race. you were always concerned going into a weekend. no matter how many grand prixā€™s youā€™ve attended, seen lando come out safe and sound, you still picked at the skin of your fingertips. anxious habits die hard.Ā 
landoā€™s managers came in alongside oscarā€™s beckoning both mclaren drivers to follow them to get ready for the race. lando found you instantly, his hands finding the handles on your hips, squeezing inward. you tensed at the action, wondering what had him on such edge.Ā 
you spun, hands running from his chest up to his neck, his cheeks. you cupped his face in your hands, sheepishly smiling.Ā 
ā€œyouā€™ll win this for me?ā€
he scoffed, ā€œalways.ā€Ā 
you smiled harderā€”if that was possibleā€” and connected your lips with his. he returned your kiss, diving deep into your mouth. he held you close by your lower back, as if this was the last time that heā€™d ever kiss you. he sought to deepen your kiss by the clacking of your teeth, his tongue incessantly searching the inside of your mouth.Ā 
you separated yourself, still holding onto his cheeks. lando dipped his forehead against yours, seeking another kiss, but you pulled away. ā€œgo. theyā€™re waiting for you.ā€Ā 
ā€œdonā€™t care.ā€Ā 
you flushed, allowing him one last peck before you patted his cheek. ā€œseriously. go.ā€Ā 
he chuckled to himself, kissing the top of your head, uttering a soft ā€œi love you,ā€ before being swept away.Ā 
ā€œi love you too.ā€ you mouthed, returning your attention back to lily. she was in awe of how you and lando behaved, carving such a rugged, playful boy into a man of posture and mannerisms that were only reflected by your good nature.Ā 
ā€œwhat?ā€
ā€œnothingā€¦ā€ she looked away.
ā€œlily.ā€Ā 
ā€œyouā€™ve got that man on a leash,ā€ she broke into a fit of giggles. you looked back to where they were walking out. lando had been looking for you, then at you. he gave a wave, you returned it, then looked back at lily.Ā 
ā€œi prefer the term ā€˜free-roaming.ā€™ā€Ā 
the race was coming to an end with a single lap left. lando led the race with a twenty-two second lead, and your hands were clasped tightly together with your headset on. you listened carefully to his radio messages, sassy and revving, and had your eyes locked onto the screen in front of you. with lily by your side, the two of you were anxiously awaiting the end.
your face suddenly appeared on screen, displaying your glistening eyes, perfectly done makeup and hair. a chic smile grew on your cheeks. you turned towards the camera man and allotted a small wave. your name appeared under the screen, lando norrisā€™ partner.Ā 
godā€¦
was there anything more prideful than that?
surely there was, but it didnā€™t matter to you. you were there to support your boyfriend, lando, your lando, and it was more than enough to see that you were recognized as that.Ā 
the checkered flag appeared and lando was on the headline for crossing. you had to clutch your heart, hoping to grip it from the inside out to slow its beating, and it didnā€™t cease when his mcl38 zipped past the flag.Ā 
there was an eruption of cheers throughout the garage and you were swarmed with love by the fellow mechanics and lily, too, who was happy for you to witness such a grand victory. a more than well earned victory.Ā 
a second one in the books for him. you couldnā€™t have been happier.Ā 
the podium gathering didnā€™t take long, and you managed to be at the front of the barricade, shoved forward by the team. you stood there, graceful and beautiful as he always saw you, and you were the loudest to clap and cheer as he walked out from the cool down room.Ā 
ā€œyour winner, lando norrisā€¦!ā€ and you couldnā€™t help the tears that fell down your cheeks, the camera picking up your emotional feedback on the big screen. his eyes caught to it from the bannister, stepping up onto the tallest podium, and found you right at the front. his heart melted, dripped a red hot flame that burned for you. to see you there for him, emotional above all, solidified his feelings. what he wanted in his future.Ā 
you. you above anything else. you above racing, his career, his everything. he had nothing if you werenā€™t by his side.Ā 
he took off his pirelli hat and let the national anthem play. the camera panned away from you then to zak brown. you swayed gently to the anthem, lost in your own world of loving him. you saw him through clear glasses, though he was always your rose. there was nothing more that you wanted in the future than to be with him. you and lando.Ā 
after his attributed champagne pop, the crowd dissipated from the pit lane and you engaged in conversations with different women, friends, and coworkers of mclaren. you were jovial with your presence, engaged as much as you could be, though your thoughts kept tracing back to him. lando, lando, lando.Ā 
you ended your evening in conversations with the ferrari womenā€” alexandra, rebecca, and one of charlesā€™ friends, marta. youā€™re a recent acquaintance, meeting her only just a few moments ago. she was noticeably pregnant, and you wondered if that was just the recurring theme of the day.Ā 
ā€œhow far along are you?ā€ rebecca chimed in.Ā 
ā€œabout twenty weeks, i think.ā€ she smiled, holding her bump and leaning back into one of her heels to get a more comfortable angle.Ā 
ā€œhalf way there! are you excited?ā€ you asked her, sipping your sparkling water.Ā 
ā€œof course,ā€ she grimaced, though there was joy behind her eyes. ā€œit can be hard, but itā€™s worth it. always worth it to see my husband with my daughter, and now itā€™ll be brand new with this babe.ā€Ā 
you gave her a heart-warming smile.Ā 
ā€œthey kick every so oftenā€”ā€ she grimaced again, reeling her face into a tight knot. ā€œlike right now. do you want to feel?ā€ she was looking at you. it took you a second to understand that she was referring to you, but you jumped at the opportunity.
ā€œare you sureā€¦?ā€Ā 
marta nodded. ā€œput your hand here,ā€ she placed your hand on her right side. you waited a moment before there was a small lurch beneath your palm. you looked up at her in pure disbelief, marveled by such a feeling. you wondered what itā€™d feel like to feel your own baby kick.Ā 
ā€œsoā€¦ā€ alexandra leered mischievously, ā€œdo you plan on having children? with lando?ā€Ā 
is everyone asking that today?
you stood up straight, embarrassed by the question, and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. ā€œfor sure. thereā€™s no one else i want. whenever the time is right.ā€Ā 
ā€œheā€™d be such a good dad.ā€ alexandra added, and you couldnā€™t agree more.
ā€œyou shouldā€™ve seen him earlier with penelopeā€”ā€ the girls were reeling at your story. ā€œmaking bracelets with her. almost tripped over my own dress,ā€ you covered your mouth to laugh, attempting to keep your voice down.
ā€œsomeone has baby fever.ā€ marta commented.Ā 
ā€œugh,ā€ rebecca groaned. ā€œyou two are picturesque. alex and i were just talking about it.ā€Ā 
ā€œoh?ā€ you wished to know more by their insinuation. it wasnā€™t often that you listened to anything about you or landoā€™s relationship. half of the time it was negative comments from fans across social media, and you didnā€™t want the other half to get to your head. you knew you were lucky as is, the least you could do was stay humble.Ā 
ā€œohhhh most definitely.ā€ alexandra nodded. ā€œyouā€™ve been together for whatā€” ever? weā€™re waiting for an engagement post.ā€Ā 
you were floored. it has been a good amount of time. ā€œso am i,ā€ it came as a laugh. you wondered if lando thought about it. if the thought ever crossed his mindā€” the possibility of you becoming his wife.Ā 
it did.Ā 
he was watching you. heā€™d been done with his interviews for a good ten minutes now, but he was gripped by the scene unfolding before him. he had distracted himself by glancing at his phone, pretending to be scrolling through notifications. but he was staring. hard.Ā 
your hand was so tender-loving as it grazed martaā€™s baby bump. you looked up at her with a graceful smile, asking her important questions about her pregnancy. why were you so interested?Ā 
fuck, he hoped the answer he wanted was what you were thinking.Ā 
you, pregnant in your floral dresses, pleated gowns, traipsing around the halls of your joint home. barefoot, glowing, effervescent. he could see it now. the vision coming to life, coming to fruition from just a mere fantasy. he felt his dick twitch in his pants, his groin running hot.
he overheard the conversation, too.Ā 
ā€œdo you plan on having children? with lando?ā€Ā 
for sure. thereā€™s no one else iā€™d want.Ā 
fuuuuck. lando had to turn around, attempting to calm himself down. his entire body was aflame, an eternal gloss of bliss for wanting you. needing you. he needed to feel you. your touch. your skin beneath him, the way you curl effortlessly against the shape of his body.
yeah, heā€™s fucked.Ā 
after a few calming deep breaths, he was at least presentable. with his calmed down cock, he immediately made a beeline in your direction. he wantedā€”no, needed to get his hands around you as soon as possible. it was a world-ending feeling that suffocated him, gripped him by the throat.Ā 
you heard him approach before you saw him. landoā€™s hands were warm around your hips as he pulled you close. you felt the outline of his cock in his pants as he jut his hips forward. you turned your head over your shoulder, glancing up at him.Ā 
his nose found a home in the curve of your neck. you giggled when you felt his stubble tickle your skin, a hand coming instinctively to hold the side of his face tight against your skin. he breathed soundly against you, finding eternal peace of mind plastered against your body.
ā€œit was nice seeing you alex, rebecca.ā€ you began to bid your farewells. ā€œmarta, it was a pleasure to meet you.ā€ marta leaned in for a hug, which pulled you away from the warmth of landoā€™s body. you felt like a snail ripped from its shellā€” hollow, cold.Ā 
ā€œthe same for you,ā€ pregnancy looked good on her. though, you canā€™t recall the last time youā€™ve seen her without a baby blooming inside her. ā€œif you ever need adviceā€¦alex has my number.ā€Ā 
you blushed, feeling landoā€™s hand around your lower belly tense. ā€œthank you. iā€™ll be in touch.ā€ you glance towards rebecca and alexandra, following landoā€™s pace back to the car.
landoā€™s eyes were hot as they drilled holes into the side of your head. you could feel it, though you werenā€™t even looking at him. ā€œi can feel your urge to talk, lan.ā€Ā 
he laughed, holding your hand tight in his. ā€œno. no, itā€™s nothing.ā€Ā 
you stopped dead in your tracks, pulling your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest.Ā 
ā€œokay, okay,ā€ he apologized, taking your hand back into his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss. his lips were warm and wet against your skin. your breath hitched.
ā€œwell, go on, then.ā€Ā 
ā€œthis is the congratulations i get? damn, baby, youā€™re rugged.ā€Ā 
you shoved his face away, beginning to walk back to the car once more. ā€œyou know iā€™m proud. donā€™t be silly, now.ā€Ā 
ā€œi know, i know,ā€ there was a brief silence. ā€œyou can show me in other ways.ā€Ā 
ā€œlando!ā€ you gasped, and he broke into a fit of laughter. ā€œdirty bastard.ā€ you mumbled.Ā 
ā€œwhat was that, baby?ā€Ā 
ā€œnothing. nothing. just like what you wanted to tell me, i guess.ā€ two can play at this game. you heard him scoff, but ultimately relent.Ā 
ā€œalright, alright. i justā€¦ā€ he became shy with the tone of his voice. you could recognize it instantly. ā€œheard your conversation with the girls, is all.ā€Ā 
you attempted your best effort to still your facial expressions from annoyance, shock, embarrassment, and all of the fucking above.Ā 
Ā ā€œyou heardā€¦all of it?ā€Ā 
ā€œthe gist.ā€Ā 
you tried to cover your face to shield yourself from the world. god, that was your fucking nightmare. you hadnā€™t ever even touched upon a subject like that with him before. and now he had heard it from you talking to your girlfriends? oh, you just felt like the worst girlfriend in the world right now.Ā 
ā€œfuck. i didnā€™t mean toā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œno, baby,ā€ he opened the car door for you to slip into the passenger seat. you stepped in, gripping his forearm to sit down.Ā 
when he climbed in himself and turned over the engine, you shifted to face him. before you could even open your mouth to speak, he cut you off.Ā 
ā€œi want kids, too, you know. with you.ā€Ā 
ā€œoh.ā€ a weight lifted from your shoulders in that moment, and then you felt utterly stupid for thinking that he wouldā€™ve reacted badly. this is your lando youā€™re talking to. a man you can share anything with. ā€œyou do?ā€Ā 
he looked flabbergasted. ā€œyouā€™re joking, right?ā€
you shot your hands up in defense. ā€œi donā€™t know! children arenā€™t exactlyā€¦temporary. i justā€” i didnā€™t know if you thought of meā€”ā€
ā€œyouā€™re permanent, love.ā€ his hand wrapped around your thigh as he pulled out of the driverā€™s lot, whipping past the fans that were keen on snapping a picture of him.Ā 
though youā€™ve known that, deep down, it still hit you like the first time he told you that he loved you. a jaw-dropping epiphany that had been right in front of you the whole time. youā€™d been short-sighted, enjoying every moment that you had with him, and had become unknowing about the future youā€™ve been perpetuating with him.
you covered his hand with your own, playing with the bracelets around his wrist. the charm bracelet ā€˜daddyā€™ dangled between your fingers, rolling the beads over and over again.Ā 
ā€œyouā€™d make a good daddy, wouldnā€™t you?ā€ you said the words under your breath, but even he could hear them like youā€™d shouted them in his face. he tightened his grip around your thigh.
ā€œdonā€™t say things like that,ā€ he shook his head, eyes locked on the road ahead.Ā 
the air became heavy between you two. when wasnā€™t it? not only did passion run through your veins, but heinous desire breathed life to your souls.Ā 
ā€œwhy?ā€ you stroked the top of his hand with your nails. ā€œyou heard what i said to the girls.ā€ his head lolled against the back rest. ā€œwhatā€™s different now?ā€Ā 
you felt the car accelerate. it vibrated the cushion you were nestled atop of, sending shockwaves through your cunt.
ā€œdriving me fucking nuts, darling.ā€Ā 
you knew you were. it was the secret to your relationshipā€” the two of you understanding what made you tick. seethe with lust until there was no other option for you to climb him like a tree.
it didnā€™t take long before he reached the hotel, pulling up to the front. you were getting your things to get up, but he was lost on his phone, pretending to be busy. ā€œcoming?ā€ you asked.
ā€œpfftā€”ā€ you could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror. ā€œi wish. give me a second.ā€ you couldnā€™t help but huff to yourself under your breath, stepping out of the car with your heels clinking to the ground.
Ā with your purse over your shoulder you stepped up onto the curb, but was distracted by a small voice echoing over your shoulder.Ā 
down the sidewalk was a mother and a stroller. you smirked lowly, taking only the few steps itā€™d take to reach the mother and child.Ā 
ā€œoh my gosh,ā€ you squealed. the mother was taken back, but by your demeanor and eyes on her baby, she returned a smile. by her pink bonnet and bunny swath, you knew she was the cutest thing youā€™d ever laid eyes on. ā€œshe is just the cutest thing!ā€Ā 
ā€œthank you,ā€ the woman said.
ā€œshe looks just like her mama,ā€ you heard landoā€™s car door open, most definitely within earshot. ā€œdonā€™t you, sweet thing? yes you do!ā€ you cooed at the baby, who erupted in a fit of louder giggles and mumbles.Ā 
the mother was flushed, but happy. ā€œyouā€™re too kind. youā€™re good with children? do you have any of your own?ā€Ā 
jackpot..!!
you clutched your purse as you stood up straight. you played into your theatrics, ā€œoh gosh, i wish! my husband and i have been trying for ages, but heā€™s just so busy with workā€¦ā€Ā 
the woman tsked with disappointment for you. ā€œyouā€™d make a beautiful mother,ā€Ā 
ā€œyou think so?ā€Ā 
she nodded her affirmation.Ā 
ā€œthatā€™s so sweet of you.ā€ you were really milking this scene, especially that you knew lando was listening.Ā 
ā€œis that your husband there?ā€ she pointed to over your shoulder. and there he was, your husband, watching the two of you from behind the ajar car door.Ā 
ā€œmmm, yes, it is.ā€ you offered a cordial wave to him. he stuck two fingers up for a lazy wave, waiting for you to return to him. ā€œi should go. it was a pleasure, maā€™am. your baby is adorable.ā€
she nodded a thanks, and you took your sweet time walking back to the car. you could hear lando tapping the windshield incessantly. before his head dipped down back into the car he called, ā€œget back in.ā€Ā 
youā€¦admit, you were confused. brows furrowed, you opened the passenger side door and bent down, ā€œwhyā€”?ā€
ā€œget in the car,ā€ your name was a rumble in his chest. you still didnā€™t know what he was doing nor going, and your stubborn self wouldnā€™t settle for a verbal answer.
you took too long for him. gripping your arm, he pulled you into the passenger seat, and you landed on your ass with a ā€˜thumpā€™.Ā 
he fired up the engine again and pulled out of the traffic circle of the hotel. he radiated with heatā€” you could feel it from where you sat. ā€œwhere are we going?ā€Ā 
he didnā€™t answer you.Ā 
you crossed your arms and legs, looking out the window. the area was unknown to you, but lando always seemed like he knew where he was going.Ā 
it took only a minute for him to pull into an empty level of a parking garage, dimly lit with only one overhead light at the entrance of the ramp. he put the car in park.Ā 
ā€œwhat are weā€”ā€
you couldnā€™t finish your sentence until you were on his lap, hands gripping your waist so tightly that you had to gasp for air.Ā 
ā€œhusband?ā€Ā 
oh
ohā€¦!
well, this was a change you welcomed with open arms.Ā 
he lowered the seat back until you were straddled atop of him, fingers aimlessly toiling with the zipper of his jeans.Ā 
ā€œdonā€™t know what youā€™reā€”ā€
he snapped upward, gripping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. ā€œbaby,ā€ he breathed, and you shivered. ā€œwhat do you want?ā€
your hips naturally moved back and forth against his own, dress hiked well above your stomach. his hand snaked between your legs, feeling the wet patch in your underwear. he hummed when you didnā€™t reply, flicking his finger upward to graze your clit.Ā 
you mewled.Ā 
ā€œwhat was that?ā€
your hand twisted around the hem of his shirt. you were already breathless, clenching around nothing except the sound of his words.Ā 
ā€œtell me,ā€ he muttered, staring up at your disheveled state. he made quick work of sliding your panties to the side, massaging the folds of your cunt between his fingers. you continued your writhing against him.Ā 
ā€œwant you,ā€ was what you managed to breathe out, hips rutting against his palm. he tsked, but allowed you this moment. a moment for him to bask in the way that you move your hips, writhe against his clothed cock that was egregiously hardening by the second and each amount of pressure you applied.Ā 
he slid his fingers in and out of you with ultra maneuvering, in and out, all around. he was a mastermind when it came to feeling you up, exploring you both on the outside, and the in. you were in heaven, ultimately, when he curled his fingers so deeply upon thrusting them. your cunt tightened so viciously around him that he groaned, his head falling back and his hardened cock thrusting upward. to no avail, his dick was strained against the cloth of his pants.
ā€œfuck,ā€ he cussed, curling his fingers over and over again. your body began to shiver, and only began to fall from grace when his thumb traced against your clit. stimulation grew hotter and hotter, until you let out a piercing moan from the depths of your throat. he angled his fingers differently, making you squirm.
ā€œlando!ā€ you breathed, feeling your climax creeping up on you faster than you could even blink. your core tightened, a coil of veracious flames churning around each other manifesting a slew of energy that released sparks from your nerves. your folds were inflamed, puffy, beating hot that you couldnā€™t think straight. lando was touching you with his other hand anywhere that he could reach. he palmed your breasts through your dress, twisted a nipple to earn a delicious squeal.Ā 
ā€œcome on, sweet thing,ā€ he encouraged you with that stupid lopsided smile of his, you were looking down on him, sweat beading at his forehead, pupils blown dark and wide. his hand that was groping your breast moved upward, threading around the column of your throat. ā€œshow daddy what youā€™re made of.ā€Ā 
his hand tightened, and you felt the coil snap. he continued to pump his fingers in and out, maneuvering so perfectly, hitting that exact spot with precision.Ā 
he knew you came when your eyes rolled back into your head, legs quivering around his waist. god, youā€™re a sexy thing.Ā 
his hand loosened from around your neck, dropping to your chest, fiddling with the van cleef necklace he had gifted you. it reeked of possession, marking you as his with the ā€œl.n.ā€ initials engraved on the back of the golden surface.
the moment of bliss passed before he was pulling the zipped down from your dress and throwing it from over your head. your panties were next, though the fabric was thin as is. there you were, bare and glistening, before your so-called ā€˜husbandā€™ as you had worded it. he wouldnā€™t forget it, a spark igniting within him that was lit by the phrase leaving your tongue. he didnā€™t think that it would affect him so muchā€”
but it did.Ā 
he made quick work of his own pants, shoving them down to his knees beneath you, breathless and needy.Ā 
you gripped the hem of his shirt. he lifted his arms to hasten the process, and the shirt went to the back seat. with his skin exposed, you couldnā€™t help but run your hands along his tan, toned chest. it made you dripping wet, though he was barely touching you now.Ā 
with your skin atop of his, carnage was sure to ensue. he took a drag of his fingers against your wet cunt and brought it to his lips. he sucked on them, releasing with a ā€˜pop.ā€™ your mouth hung open in anticipation for what he was going to do next. he always kept you on your toes.Ā 
but thisā€¦this is not what you expected.Ā 
he took a ring from his index finger, plated in silver, and slid it onto your ring finger on your left hand. the wedding finger.Ā 
it stuck to your sweaty palm, sure enough to not slip off.Ā 
ā€œletā€™s make it official then, pretty girl.ā€Ā 
you sat upon him astonished, looking down at the adornment that he had given to you. it dazzled on your finger.Ā 
ā€œif youā€™re my wife, what does that make me?ā€
the words trembled from your lips, thighs tightening around his own. you could feel his dick sprung to life against your backside. ā€œmy husband.ā€Ā 
ā€œgood, baby, you learn fast.ā€Ā 
you gulped, finally taking a look at him from his propped upright position. he was downright smitten with you, guzzling everything about you inside of him. you were his, so much fucking so, that he was going to ruin you. and he didnā€™t even feel bad for wanting it.Ā 
ā€œmy husbandā€¦ā€ you repeated, lowering your face down to meet his own. he smelled so goodā€”a mix of sweat and his cologne.Ā 
his hand tangled into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to meet your eye level.Ā 
ā€œmakes me fucking crazy when yā€™say itā€¦ā€Ā 
you knew that was the truth. youā€™d known the minute you sat down in the car. his demeanor had changed, shifted to something darker that you didnā€™t quite understand. it was insane enough as is that youā€™d discovered so many things about him within a short period of time.Ā 
ā€œhusband, daddyā€¦whatā€™s the difference?ā€ you cooed, kissing up and down his neck. he groaned, landing a smack on your ass that had you giggling.Ā 
ā€œā€˜ll just make you a mommy if you keep throwinā€™ that word ā€˜round.ā€Ā 
you grinned ear to ear. against his cheek, you took a deep breath in, before letting go.Ā 
ā€œdaddy.ā€Ā 
if youā€™ve ever made a good decision in your life, this has to be the best. a switch flipped. gears started to turn in his head. the spark plug burst into flames.Ā 
you were his undoer,
the key to his shackled restraint,
the sun to his universe.
it was always you. youā€™d been right in front of him for the past two years. two years to get to this point. two years for the woman he loved most in this world to be sucking his neck whispering ā€˜daddyā€™ into his ear.Ā 
lando sat upright in the seat. with a hand at the back of your head, he forced eye contact with you. this was different. this look. you could feel it in your heart, your folds, as they began to beat synchronously. life with him was euphoria, and sex had been the serendipitous release for both of you.Ā 
but seeking the future together?
heaven incarnate.
despite being locked inside such a tight space, lando managed to swap your position with a suave move. you were on your back, shocked by his carnal rampage, as he hooked your legs upward. your toes scathed the ceiling of the car, pressed deep into the metal chassis.Ā 
ā€œkiss me,ā€ you demanded with the breath that you could take. he didnā€™t waste a second, leaning down to your lips and capturing you with the most breathtaking press that he could muster. his tongue and your own fought for dominance over one another; you lost, quickly, unable to match his revered pace.Ā 
he wanted to eat you from top to bottom. devour your insides, carry you with him every day of his life. you would be his, one way or another, and he didnā€™t care how it was.Ā 
lucky enough, you were more than willing to be his bride, his lover, his person.Ā 
because he was yours.Ā 
then he was inside of you. braving the treachery of your tight walls, he hissed when the tip of his cock slipped through your folds. youā€™d been dripping on the leather seat.Ā 
ā€œfuck, babyā€¦ā€ his head fell to the crevice of your neck and collarbone.Ā 
ā€œoh my godddā€¦ā€ the moan you both let out was terribly lewd, grotesque, even, with how he didnā€™t start a pace. you both savored this sweet moment of lust, passion, and a figurative toast to a lifelong commitment to fucking one another.Ā 
with each thrust he took, he aimed to make a statement. deeper and deeper he penetrated you, his cock crafted of divine measure with how he quartered your g-spot.Ā 
you could never stay still beneath him. it had him on edge the way you squirmed. dare say it was one of the most favorite things about you, though the list would be never-ending. you shiver from pleasure, leaning into him as your cunt squelches beneath you.Ā 
echoes of moans bounce off the interior of the car, whilst a smile of greed and possession conceives on his own cheeks. the angle he has you at is deeper than any that youā€™ve had beforeā€” it left no room for noncommittal nature, no room for you to complain about wanting him closer, more, more, more.Ā 
ā€œyā€™feel me here?ā€ his hand rest on your lower belly, your womb, as he applied pressure. you do feel him there. the indent of his cock is poignant, bulging out from the skin.Ā 
ā€œmhmā€¦!ā€ you whine, trying to keep your mouth shut from the onslaught of moans pouring out.Ā 
his attention turned to your tits as he swallowed a nipple whole with his tongue, sucking feverishly at the sensitive bud. it had you weak, dribbling to puddy.Ā 
he could only think about how youā€™d look pregnant. swollen tits, round belly, glowing with his child.Ā 
ā€œthis what you wanted?ā€ he grunted, his pace quickening. you were too dumb to speak, a droplet of drool leaking from your mouth. ā€œhm? fuck youā€”fuck, fill you up?ā€Ā 
your back arched at the sentence, not knowing that his words could have such an arousing effect on you. this arousal was different. the way you clench around him was different. your actions spoke a lot louder than your words.Ā 
ā€œyeah? i can feel you, darling.ā€ sounds of skin slapping and your hoarse voice could only be heard. he fucked you so good, treated you even better. fuck it, youā€™d rather be pregnant than anything else.Ā 
ā€œplease, pleaseā€¦ā€ you didnā€™t know what you were pleading for, in truthā€” he was already fucking you like heā€™d been in a rut.Ā 
ā€œyeah? that what you want? want a baby?ā€Ā 
your head nodded furiously up and down, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks. lando bent down to kiss them away, followed by a capturing of your lips. he swallowed your breaths, your moans. he trailed kisses down the column of your throat; your collarbones, breasts, nipples, nothing went untouched by his mouth.Ā 
ā€œgodā€¦theseā€¦ā€ he muttered against your tits, voice sending shockwaves through your body. ā€œimagine how big theyā€™d be.ā€ he managed to chuckle to himself. ā€œswollen and beautiful,ā€ he kissed the top of your abdomen.Ā 
ā€œlandoā€¦ā€
his head shot up from his daze.Ā 
ā€œthe time is right. please, pleaseā€”ā€ your words seemed to hit him like a truck. the foreplay had turned reality, and he was more than ready to lurch into fate.Ā 
ā€œwhat, pretty girl?ā€
your face flushed, biting your lip. ā€œgive me a baby, need itā€”lan, need it so bad.ā€ your hand found the back of his neck, tugging on the strands of his hair.Ā 
he tsked, his pace evening out to a level throttle. your lips formed a sweet pout, and he stroked your chin with his index finger. ā€œgive you?ā€ he mocked. ā€œoh, donā€™t think thatā€™s how we ask, do we?ā€
ā€œlanā€¦please, please, can i have your baby? need it so bad lando, need itā€¦ā€ you swallowed your breath. ā€œdaddyā€¦wanna make you a daddyā€¦please.ā€Ā 
it was more than enough for him. ā€œatta girl.ā€ he grunted, deepening his lackluster thrusts into thrilling rides on his cock. ā€œyā€™learn fastā€¦kids ā€˜r gonna be so smart.ā€Ā 
ā€œyes, yes! so good, lan.ā€ you heaved, the heat in your cunt finding a boiling point, and he felt it by how tight you became around him.Ā 
ā€œgo on, baby, take it. be a good girl and take it all.ā€ youā€™d do anything to hear your lando call you a good girl. it had been more than enough to send you over the edge into a spiraling orgasm that had slick seeping around his cock. your vision whitened, and you could only see the shadow of your ā€˜husbandā€™ through the light.Ā 
with sloppy thrusts, lando came with ease. he didnā€™t pull out urgently, letting his cum soak inside of you. he peppered kisses along your ankles, your calves, and let them fall to the seat.Ā 
out of breath, your chests rose and fell at a rapid pace. landoā€™s forehead connected with your own, and through the haze of post-sex, he smiled at you.Ā 
you smiled back. the two of you broke into a laugh.Ā 
ā€œfuckinā€™ knew that was gonna happen today.ā€ he commented lazily into your chest. a hand of yours threaded through his brown curls.Ā 
ā€œyour mastermind plan to babytrap me.ā€Ā 
he raised a brow. ā€œdid you plan on leaving?ā€
you gave him a knowing look. ā€œnot in the slightest.ā€Ā 
he became embarrassed and sheepish as he hid his face into your ribs. ā€œno chance of it, now.ā€Ā 
you chuckled, flexing your fingers to see the ring still there. ā€œi want a real proposal, by the way.ā€Ā 
his head shot up. ā€œwhat? this wasnā€™t good enough?ā€
you palmed his face with one hand, and tugged the back of his curled head with the other. ā€œbastard.ā€Ā 
it only took you two ten minutes to get your clothes back on from such a leisurely excursion from the empty parking garage. covered in his spit, sweat, and cum, you didnā€™t feelā€¦.dirty.Ā 
when he finally pulled up to the valet and opened the door for you, you stepped out as graciously as possible. though your hair was a tangled messā€” you tried your best. lucky enough it was late enough to where minimal paparazzi were gathered. thank god.Ā 
you shifted on your feet, shimmying the dress down, but lando came to your rescue. he pulled the dress down where it was crumpled at the back, caught between the hem of your soaked underwear.Ā 
ā€œthat was a rental, wasnā€™t it?ā€ you pointed out, looking over your shoulder.
ā€œthey should auction it.ā€Ā 
you spun around and laughed in his face, gagged by the ego he has. ā€œyou have a big head.ā€Ā 
ā€œneed all that room for you.ā€Ā 
ā€œcheesy.ā€Ā 
landoā€™s eyes lit upā€” though exhausted from the day and your antics, the sun still rose for himā€” ā€œalmost forgotā€”ā€ he reached into his pocket whilst you waited patiently.Ā 
he pulled out a bracelet.
a friendship bracelet.Ā 
ā€œthought it suited you.ā€ he put it around your wrist, and you analyzed it clearly. in white, capitalized letters it read:
ā€œMOMMYā€
ā€œyou really had this thing planned.ā€ you were impressed.Ā 
he shifted on his heels, throwing his hands up as if saying ā€˜what can i say?ā€™ ā€œp thinks youā€™re pregnant now.ā€Ā 
you gasped. ā€œlando!ā€Ā 
ā€œi meanā€¦hopefully.ā€ he winked as you fiddled with the jewelry, still not bothering to take off the ring from your finger.Ā 
ā€œwellā€¦ā€ you brought a finger to your lips, thinking, ā€œwe have to be certain, donā€™t we?ā€Ā 
lando was catching your drift as you walked backwards towards the entrance of the hotel, luring him in with your charisma. ā€œperhapsā€¦ā€
ā€œsoā€¦we need to try again.ā€ he wasnā€™t going to argue with that. ā€œand again.ā€ or that. ā€œand again, for good measure.ā€Ā 
ā€œyouā€™re gonna kill me, baby.ā€ he whined, chasing you up the steps. you squealed, running forward. inside the elevator you two went, clicking the floor for your room.Ā 
after further inspection, landoā€™s brows furrowed after he glanced over you. ā€œwhat?ā€Ā 
he covered his mouth to shield his devious smile.Ā 
ā€œwhat, lando?ā€Ā 
he coughed to hide his amusement, but it was a very bad act. ā€œyouā€™reā€¦ā€
ā€œwhat?ā€Ā 
ā€œyouā€™re dripping.ā€
you looked down at your thighs and saw the glistening reflection of his cum seeping out of you. fuck. maybe the first time was the charm, but you hoped it wasnā€™t.Ā 
you really hoped it wasnā€™t.Ā 
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ā˜… how does f1 drivers react when you call them pretty. . .
norris, piastri, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russell, verstappen
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cw: fluff, slight suggestive (verstappen), f!reader.
now playing: pretty boy by the neighborhood
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āœ¹ lando norris
lando would be the type to act annoyed but absolutely loves it. he just won't admit it but you know it.
"hey, pretty boy", you whisper against his lips, leaving a sweet peck on it just to be met with a pouty and flustered lando. "i told you to stop calling me that!" he whines, but deep down he hopes that you'll never stop. you look at him with a playful smile, softly caressing his hair. "okay, i'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable", you wait impatiently for his reaction and as you excepted, lando start to panic. "i mean... you can but you know... just not in front of other people", he laughs nervously, hoping that his excuse is good and his cheeks start heating up. you can't help but laugh softly, pulling him close by the neck and lando pouts again, "stop making fun of me!", your smile softens and you plant another kiss on his lips, "sorry, you're just too cute, my pretty boy". lando's cheeks are now completely red and he tries to hide it by pulling you in a long and warm kiss, feeling the butterflies going crazy in his stomach.
āœ¹ oscar piastri
oh my god, please don't do this to him. as soon as he hears the word, his brain starts malfunctioning.
"you did so good!", oscar pulls you for a warm hug, holding you as tight as he can. he loves seeing you after races and hearing how proud you are of him no matter what he do. you pull out, staring at him like his eyes holds stars and oscar can't help but feel overwhelmed by all the adoration he sees in your eyes. you put your hand on his cheek, stroking it softly. "i'm so proud of you, my pretty boy" and even though you mean it, a hint of teasing can be heard and oscar groans, pulling you in a new hug to hide his face in your neck "if you call me that again, i think i'm gonna die" he mumbles against your skin. you laughs, one of your hands slides in his messy curls, your fingers playing with it. you will never get over how cute your boyfriend is when you call him pretty.
āœ¹ charles leclerc
he absolutely loves it and won't deny it, even if he gets a bit shy when you call him pretty. he can't control it, his heart gets warm and the butterflies in his stomach goes crazy.
you were getting ready for a cute date and charles was wearing a new shirt, with flowers on it. as soon as he's ready, you lock your arms around his neck and you look at him with a big smile on your face. after planting a sweet peck on his lips, one of your hands cup his cheek. "you're so pretty, baby", your voice is full of adoration and honesty and charles' smiles gets wider. "thank you, chƩrie", he says softly and he immediately pulls you for a gentle kiss, hoping that you didn't notice the way his cheeks has redden, but you didn't miss it.
āœ¹ carlos sainz
he loves it, like really loves it. he finds it funny tbh. and he won't hesitate to give the word back to you.
"woah, what a pretty boy", you look at him showing you his brand new haircut. he laughs, posing in front of you a little more before joining you on the sofa, pulling you on his lap and placing a kiss on your nose. "got pretty for my pretty girl, we are such a pretty couple", you both giggles before sharing a kiss, laughing and smiling against each other's lips. but, even if he doesn't want to admit it, carlos can feel his heart beating a bit faster and a sweet feeling in his stomach when he hears you call him pretty.
āœ¹ lewis hamilton
he would get so shy, make it seems like he doesn't like it and it annoys him but he can't hide it for long, he always ends up with a big smile on his face and a heart beating faster than it should.
"ahhh, stop it y/n", he whines as you continue to leave kisses all over his face, sitting on his lap. "but, you're so pretty!", you say, cupping his cheeks to look at him in the eyes. he groans, acting annoyed by pulling you out of his lap and you try your best to fight the smile creeping on your lips. you both know that he's just flustered and wants to hide his red cheeks. "come on, baby, let me finish my kisses", he doesn't fight you when you climb back on his lap but he crosses his arms, trying to hold onto his character and you laugh softly, going back to leaving small pecks all over his face. it doesn't take long before he finally smiles, his hands finding your waist to pull you close and kiss you back. he just can't resist you.
āœ¹ george russell
he always tries to ignore the way it makes him feel and act unbothered but he can't fight the way his body warm and a smile instinctively forms on his lips. he just loves getting praised by you.
"baby, can you pass me the knife, please?" you ask, preparing the vegetables and george, who has been helping and watching you cook for an hour now, hand you the knife as fast as he can. you turn to face him, placing your free hand on his neck to pull him close, "thank you, pretty boy", you says softly and he places a kiss on your lips, smiling softly "you're welcome" he says, trying to sound as neutral as he can and you pout, acting disappointed, "what? you don't like when i call you that?", you know that he do. you just want to hear it. he looks at you, a playful smile forms on his lips. "i know what you're doing", he chuckles and pulls you for another kiss. you end up both laughing, george's heart feeling full.
āœ¹ max verstappen
he gets all nervous and doesn't know how to act anymore. like, if you want to make a mess of this man, just call him pretty.
max have been acting flirty all day, enjoying teasing you and seeing you all flustered in front of other people. you tried your best to keep your cool all day, playfully punching him from time to time or just laughing it off. but when you two end up alone at the end of the day, you're finally able to get your revenge. you start making out, getting more and more touchy and needy. "take off your shirt, pretty boy", you whisper in his ear, and max almost startle. a playful smile forms on your lips and you don't even have to look at him to know that his cheeks are now red. after a good minute of no reaction from him, you finally meet his eyes, giving him a confused look. "is everything okay?", you try to hide your teasing tone but max doesn't miss it, a playful grin finally forming on his lips and he chuckles; "naughty girl".
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livwritessometimes Ā· 2 months ago
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F1 Drivers & Their Couples Halloween Costumes
: Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Pierre Gasly, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, and Daniel Ricciardo
: Main Masterlist
: Authorā€™s Note - Ik Iā€™m a little late, but I had terrible migraine and just could not bring myself to finish this. But here we are! Here are some costumes I think that F1 Drivers will wear with their girlfriends
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Max Verstappen
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- Was absolutely against any stupid costume but the moment he saw this, it was over for him.
- For someone who was not interested in dressing up, Max took an awfully long time to make the catā€™s head.
- Tried to show his outfit to Jimmy and Sassyā€¦ā€¦ya letā€™s just say, it did not go as well as he would have liked it to go šŸ¤­
Lando Norris
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- I meanā€¦.do I even need to explain this one???
- Lando was the one who came up with the idea (shocker)
- Put more effort and dedication into making the boobs than he does in race strategy! (Heā€™d like to call this costume his lifeā€™s best work)
Oscar Piastri
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- After rejecting several costume ideas (which included salt & pepper, socket & plug, jam & toast) he finally gave in to this costume (not that he had a choice)
- Decided to be Pete (totally called McLaren to get the orange hoodie set)
- Wanted to truly understand the essence of the character (spent 20+ hours trying to memorise the rap)
Charles Leclerc
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- Honestlyā€¦.even Charles has no idea why he suggested this costume.
- He wanted to do something funā€¦.so he asked Arthur for help (this actually explains a lot why he was dressed like The Simpsons)
- This costume really grows on him, especially the headpiece (the expression reminds him of his years in Ferrari)
Carlos Sainz
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- Tbh he has no idea what heā€™s doing! Heā€™s just happy to be included.
- He doesnā€™t have many opinions about the costume; he just likes the fact that he gets to be close to his girlfriend.
- Gets so many compliments that heā€™s already started planning for next yearā€™s couples costume.
George Russell
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- Made a bet with Alex about who can become the most iconic Disney duoā€¦.hence Darla and Nemo šŸŸ
- Is more than happy to wear an orange wig, plaid skirt and glittery sweatshirtā€¦šŸ¤Ø
- Even called Toto and asked him to play the dentist as a way to gain bonus points.
Lewis Hamilton
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- He would rather die than be caught in these tacky outfitsā€¦.which is why he found the best costume to wear!
- Got the suits custom made from the best designers (yes the alien is also custom made šŸ‘½)
- Won the best costume award (are we even surprised tho šŸ¤·šŸ»ā€ā™€ļø)
Pierre Gasly
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- Just donā€™t ask whyā€¦.this is what Pierre came up with!
- Now you might think the girlfriend is dressed as the chicken. Wellā€¦.YOUā€™RE WRONG!!!
- Pierre insisted on dressing up as the chicken (bonus: he even asked Yuki to dress up as a knife)
Alex Albon
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- Made a bet with George and he knew exactly what he wanted to become!!
- Truth be told, Alex made one hell of a Vector.
- He was surprisingly good at putting on the bald cap for Gruā€¦.which makes you wonder this isnā€™t the first time heā€™s done this šŸ¤”
Franco Colapinto
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- He had no intention of dressing up but got invited by the other drives, so he had to come up with something QUICK!
- Voila! Did a quick google search and decided to dress up as the first thing he saw.
- Not the best costume but 8/10 for his efforts and last minute planning šŸ„‰
Daniel Ricciardo
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- Does this not look like a pose Daniel would 100% do!!!!
- He said #Green&Proud
- Tried a lot to convince Max to dress up as the donkey šŸ«ā€¦.ya it didnā€™t happen!
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hoffmansgirl Ā· 28 days ago
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ā› š™ƒš™Šš™‡š˜æ š™ˆš™€ & š™€š™“š™‹š™‡š™Šš™š™€ š™ˆš™€. āŽÆ nicholas a. chavez
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ā‚ŠĖšāŠ¹ą±Øą§Ž š“'š˜€ š—»š—¼š˜š—²: based on this request !! hope you enjoy! writing this was so much fun xx š˜„š—®š—暝—»š—¶š—»š—“š˜€. smoking (weed) ā€§ sexual tension ā€§ oral (f!receiving) ā€§ unprotected piv ā€§ size difference ā€§ best friends to lovers trope ā€§ this one's soft & sweet tbh <3 š˜„š—°. 4318
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"š—§š—›š—œš—¦ š—œš—¦ š—§š—›š—˜ š—¦š—›š—œš—§š—§š—œš—˜š—¦š—§ fucking movie I've ever seen", you groaned, squinting your eyes before taking a puff of your shared joint. You heard Nicholas hum in agreement as he reached for the remote to shut the TV down. You let your head fall back against the couch, handing the joint to the man next to you blindly.
"Waste of time", Nick commented, deep groan of satisfaction leaving his throat at the burning sensation in his lungs. "But this... This is some real good shit". Your eyes snapped open at the remark, and you smirked, nodding. "Yeah. It is. Fuck". You let your body relax against the couch, before you heard Nicholas speak again.
"Let's...", You could hear the playful smirk on his lips while not even looking at him āŽÆ at which you turned your head to watch him. "Let's play a game".
He threw his arm around the backrest of the couch nonchalantly, tilting his head, as if he was challenging you.
His hair was a mess, eyes glistening and slightly red from the joint. Nicholas' pearly smile seemed to light the whole room up, and you could see the outline of his muscles through the white, tight t-shirt he was wearing. He undeniably looked good āŽÆ and if he wasn't your best friend, you'd say he looked like the most dreamy man ever.
"A game? What are we, twelve?", you huffed, rolling your eyes before stealing the joint from between his fingers. Nicholas sent you a glare, though his smirk never flattered, as he moved to take a sip of his Pepsi. "What kind of a game?".
"Truth or dare", he shrugged playfully, and you stubbed out the joint. You already began to roll a new one āŽÆ you had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
"But it's just us two", you remarked, putting a strand of hair behind your ear, stealing him a glance.
"And that is what makes it even more fun", Nicholas smirked, and you silently agreed. You huffed, lighting the joint and putting some music on in the background āŽÆ a playlist you and Nicholas made of your favourite songs.
"Okay. Let's do this, then". You rested your back against the armrest of the couch, playing with the hem of your shorts mindlessly. Mischievous smirk made its way onto Nick's face as he got comfortable.
"So, Y/N... Truth or dare?", he sipped on his drink, looking up at you challengingly. "Truth".
Nick rolled his eyes. "You're no fun".
"Shut up. We're only getting started", you groaned, hitting him with a pillow āŽÆ soft enough not to spill his drink. "Ask away".
He seemed to think for a second, and you blew the smoke from your mouth, getting more and more comfortable against the couch. You drummed your fingers against the backrest, watching your friend with hooded eyes.
"The worst date you've been on", he smirked, leaning down and taking the joint from between your fingers. You huffed, throwing your heavy head back.
"Alan took me to this party once", Nicholas groaned at the name of your ex boyfriend, at which you laughed softly. "He called it a date, but he ended up ignoring me the whole night, getting wasted with his friends. Then he threw up in my car", you winced at the memory, and Nicholas did, too āŽÆ the disgust evident on his face, and he didn't even try to hide it.
"He was such a dickhead", Nick laughed, and you couldn't help but stare at his perfect lips while he did so. "Yeah, he was. Truth or dare?".
Nicholas seemed to think for a second, and he hesitatingly replied: "Truth".
"You are such a pussy", you laughed teasingly, deciding to take things a little further. "When was the last time you masturbated?".
Nicholas' eyes widened, and so did yours āŽÆ boldness wasn't exactly one of your strongest qualities, but the hazy atmosphere in the room seemed to have awakened something in you.
The air thickened with tension, and you caught a glimpse of Nicholas' stupid smirk āŽÆ his confidence never flattering, even though he seemed to hesitate for a second. "Yesterday".
You didn't expect him to answer āŽÆ not so directly, at least. You couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp, covering it with yet another puff of your joint. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping Nicholas didn't notice how flustered you suddenly became.
"To what?", you couldn't help but ask, but Nicholas tutted, spreading his legs and resting his hand on his thigh nonchalantly. Your eyes lingered on the veins that popped up on his arms. You always noticed how attractive he was. God, how couldn't you? He was charming, funny, and really fucking hot āŽÆ but he was also your best friend. Yet you couldn't help but stare āŽÆ the way his hair fell on his forehead messily, dark eyes looking deep into your soul, lips twisted into a little smirk.
Your head suddenly felt very heavy; you grew more and more relaxed with each passing second, yet your newfound confidence only seemed to get stronger.
"Not so fast", Nicholas winked at you, tilting his head. "Your turn. Truth or dare?".
Before you could think it through, you were already replying. "Dare".
You bit your lip, lowering your gaze to rest on your thighs āŽÆ the shorts you were seemed to be ridiculously exposing now, every inch of your skin burning with something you couldn't quite name.
"Bold, aren't you?", Nicholas chuckled lowly; his low, teasing voice making your whole body shake. "Hmm. Exchange smoke with me".
You lifted your head from the couch āŽÆ it wasn't unusual for the two of you to do it, so you felt pretty confident as you instantly moved closer towards Nick. You could feel the heat radiating from him, and you suddenly felt breathless, as he twisted his body to sit perfectly across from you. You took the joint from between Nicholas' fingers, brushing over his hand in the process. Spark of electricity run through you āŽÆ you could barely hear the music playing in the background anymore, Nick's smile consuming every part of your body. It was the first time you felt this type of tension lingering in the air āŽÆ the one that made it hard to breathe, the smell of your best friend's cologne invading your senses.
You let out a shaky breath before lifting the joint to your lips, taking a deep puff, putting your other hand on Nicholas' cheek to get him closer. You were hypnotised by the look in his eyes; predatory, as if he was seeing right through you, hearing your thoughts.
Nicholas' lips opened, and you leaned down to blow the smoke into his mouth. Your lips brushed in the process, just slightly, but enough to make your heart race. Nicholas' left hand landed on your side, travelling up to brush over your back softly.
You pulled back and he inhaled, closing his eyes for a second before breathing the smoke out. His eyes were dazed, playful smirk playing on his lips; you traced his defined jaw with your pointer finger lightly, feeling his muscles clench under your touch.
You stubbed out whatever was left of the joint, squealing in surprise when you were pulled on Nicholas' lap in one, swift movement. He hid his face in your neck, both of his hands travelling up your body to rest on your hips. You should be surprised, pull him away and ask him what he was doing āŽÆ yet, due to the buzzing in your head, how tired you suddenly became, all you could do was press your back against his chest and get comfortable.
"New perfume?", his voice came out low, raspy, sending sparks of electricity down your spine. You shifted on his lap, causing the bulge in his pants to press against your ass tightly. "I like it".
A part of you knew it was wrong āŽÆ he was your best friend, you knew each other since forever āŽÆ but his touch on your bare skin, the heat radiating off him; all of it was intoxicating, way too good to just let it go.
"Yeah. CherryāŽÆ Cherry and almond", you whispered, and Nicholas hummed, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. "But it's your turn now. Truth or dare?".
"Dare", he didn't even hesitate, and you shifted again, earning a soft groan from him āŽÆ you bit back a moan at the vibration of his voice against your sensitive skin. His soft, big hands travelled up your rib cage, stopping just below the hem of your top.
"Kiss me, Nicholas", you managed to get out, squeezing your eyes shut, your whole body on fire, and your friend froze behind you.
"IāŽÆ Are you sure?", he asked, and you rolled your eyes, twisting your body so that you could straddle his lap properly. "Only if you are".
You smiled fondly before pressing a soft, sweet kiss on Nicholas' lips. Your hands found their place on his broad shoulders; his muscles twitching under your touch.
"I don't want to ruin our friendship", he whispered softly, and you hummed, eyes half-closed as you lowered your head to brush your lips against the side of his neck teasingly. Nicholas gripped your hips, grounding you on top of him, his erection now brushing against your inner thighs.
"You drive me crazy", he mumbled, transfixed on the way your soft breath tickled his skin, his eyes threatening to close from the sensation. "Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?".
You couldn't help but laugh at the stupid question; Nicholas' chest vibrated against yours, sweet giggle leaving his mouth, and the atmosphere seemed to lighten just for a second.
"You're talking too much", you grinned, meeting his dark, chocolate eyes, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Nicholas' demeanour switched as he took you in, and, unable to control himself anymore, he pulled you towards him in a soft kiss.
The feeling of his lips, soft, warm and delicate against yours āŽÆ it was everything you never thought you needed. Everything you did was in sync, the prolonged, shaky breaths leaving your mouths, or the way your hands tightened on the other's skin āŽÆ pulling each other closer as your lips brushed against each other in a slow dance.
Soon enough, you grounded yourself against the tent in his grey sweatpants, inaudibly begging for more. Nicholas' hands travelled down your back, testing the waters as his fingertips grazed over your ass teasingly. You grinded your hips down, causing him to moan; allowing your tongue to enter his mouth swiftly. There was no more softness in the way you moved anymore āŽÆ you grew bolder, your tongue rolling over his' with passion, as you tugged on his soft hair playfully.
"I've always wanted to do this", Nicholas whispered, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes āŽÆ making sure you knew he was being honest. You smiled, breathing heavily, your heart swelling at the words.
"Only this?", you chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose softly. Your friend bit his lip at the words, his cheeks and neck slightly flushed, at which you smiled softly.
"No. Not only this. I justāŽÆ I never thought you'd want it, too", he admitted, his fingers tracing circles on your lower back.
"And what if I tell you...", you lowered your voice, brushing your lips against Nicholas' ear teasingly. "I want it just as much as you do? And I don't want you to hold back on me".
Nicholas' hands on your back tightened, and he seemed to hesitate for a second, before he caught your lips with his' again. His demeanour seemed to switch again, as he bit on your lower lip roughly, tugging on it with his teeth before soothing the pain with a bruising kiss. You squealed in surprise when suddenly you were lifted from the couch, Nicholas' hands on your thighs as he walked you both to your bedroom. You giggled into the kiss as he stumbled, causing you to tighten your legs around his hips.
The second you stepped into your bedroom, Nicholas' used his foot to shut the door behind you both, pressing you tightly against the cold surface.
His lips were back on yours in an instant, and he pressed his lower body tightly against yours.
You tugged on his shirt, inaudibly begging him to take it off, and he obeyed. Nicholas dropped you to the floor carefully āŽÆ your knees were shaking terribly, and your breath hitched when he took his shirt off.
With all strength you had left, you pushed Nicholas to the bed, and he grinned, moving up until he was resting on your sheets comfortably. You straddled his lap again, licking your lips as you took him in.
It wasn't the first time you saw Nicholas' chest āŽÆ he often took his shirt off when the two of you were together, but this time it was different. You run your hands down his abdomen, feeling the strong muscles under your fingertips. The urge to worship every part of him was too strong, now āŽÆ you lowered your head, sucking on the soft skin of his collarbone, running your hot tongue over his soft skin. Nicholas' let out a shaky breath as you marked him, and he didn't protest when you left bruises everywhere you could reach.
"You're so hot, Nick", you mumbled, your hands travelling down his abs as you looked up at him, circling your tongue around his nipple teasingly. Nicholas' lips opened in a silent moan, his hands tugging on the sheets tightly. "A fucking work of art".
Your lips closed around the pink nub, and you grazed your teeth over it experimentally, watching as Nicholas' head fell back against the pillows, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
You teased his sensitive nipples for a while, before moving down his body, brushing your lips against his hard stomach insatiably. A breathless moan left Nicholas, and his hand was in your hair, pulling you off him as you reached the waistband of his sweatpants.
You were on your back in a second, Nicholas' hands tugging on your shirt greedily. You obeyed, taking the excess material off your body, exposing your bare chest to him.
His eyes widened āŽÆ he didn't expect you to not wear a bra; his mouth was slightly agape as he stared at your exposed chest. A small, shy smile appeared on your face as you watched the admiration filling Nicholas' features. "You're so beautiful, baby", he rasped, moving to kneel in between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs as he latched his mouth on your breasts greedily. He licked, bit and kissed your soft skin, and your back arched off the bed at the feeling. You could feel his hardness press against your clothed centre, and a breathless moan left both of you when Nicholas pressed his hips against yours tightly. You tugged on his hair, and he bit on your nipple softly, sucking the nub in between his teeth before pulling away with a pop.
He rutted his hips against yours experimentally, causing a loud, choked sound to leave your mouth.
"You sound so pretty", he groaned hungrily, pressing a wet, bruising kiss on your lips before pulling away.
His hot hands travelled down your chest, roaming over your stomach before lingering just above the waistband of your shorts.
"Are you...", he began, but you were already rolling your eyes before he could finish.
"Fuck, yes, I'm sure. Stop holding back. Please".
His eyes darkened, and you bit back a moan as he practically ripped the shorts off your body, along with your lacy, black thong. He cursed under his breath, before spreading your thighs wide, admiring the sight of your wet, exposed pussy. You clenched around nothing, his gaze so intense, so greedy, it almost had you closing your legs.
"Such a pretty fucking pussy", he groaned, laying down between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs tightly. "Bet she tastes sweet, too".
With these words, he dived in, lapping at your cunt as if he hasn't ate in days. You let out a high-pitched moan, your hands finding place on his hair, tugging tightly with every stroke of his tongue. He sucked on your little clit, his eyes falling open to watch your face confront in pleasure. Groans left his mouth at the taste of your sweet juices coating his tongue, his hips rutting against the bed āŽÆ his own need evident in every movement.
You cried out when you felt his tongue circling your sensitive nub tirelessly, your legs beginning to shake, signalling your orgasm was near.
"Nicholas, oh my God", you whined, throwing your head back, hips beginning to move in sync with his tongue. "I'm so close, babyāŽÆ Don't stop".
He chuckled lowly, the sound sending vibrations right through your core, and in an instant you were coming all over him, your juices creating a wet puddle under your ass.
"Tastes so good", he groaned, continuing his assault on your pussy even when you shook in overstimulation. Tears blurred your vision, but you had no energy to stop him, not when it felt so good.
He was being overly messy, swirling his tongue around your heat in a way that had you breathless āŽÆ his groans vibrating against you, his eyes following your every reaction. He teased your entrance with his tongue, before dipping into it experimentally, smirking when your legs shook around his head.
"Nick, oh my GodāŽÆ 's too much", you cried out, and he doubled his efforts, his arms pinning your legs to the bed, leaving you completely at his mercy.
"I love this sweet fucking pussy", he whined, licking a stripe up to your clit, before his mouth closed around it again. He sucked, hard, and you were seeing white, sweating all over your satin sheets, barely able to breathe, tears blurring your vision. "I can't wait to see you cum again".
Two of his thick, long fingers circled your entrance before he pushed them into you in one, swift movement. He sighed at the feeling of your tight walls gripping him like a vice, and he curled them upwards experimentally, having you see stars with a little to no effort.
You let out a shallow breath as Nicholas' lips moved up your body, his fingers plunging into you again and again. The pressure in your stomach was ready to snap any second now, and when he grabbed your neck tightly, staring down at you with hooded eyes, you swore you could cum from the sight alone.
"You're so filthy. I love it", he smirked, cutting your airflow with a squeeze of his hand. You grabbed his forearm tightly, your eyes rolling back into your head as you felt his thumb press tight circles into your clit.
With a choked scream, you squirted all over his hand and your own sheets, and Nicholas pulled back to watch the transparent fluid escape your cunt with every withdraw of his fingers.
"Good fucking girl. Let it all out", he cooed softly, helping you ride out your orgasm. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, and Nicholas removed his hand from your neck, allowing you to take deep breaths. "Holy shit, Nick", you managed to choke out, your legs shaky from the overwhelming pleasure.
Nicholas' gaze on you was hard, demanding, as he brought his drenched fingers to your mouth. "Suck".
You didn't hesitate for a second, opening your mouth and letting him press his fingers down against your tongue. You lapped on your own juices covering his long fingers, holding onto his forearm for dear life, moaning at the taste of yourself. Nicholas' other hand found place on your head, as he caressed your hair softly, almost lovingly, thrusting his fingers down your throat experimentally. You gagged, hollowing your cheeks while looking up at him, battling your lashes. Nicholas let out a strangled groan, pushing his fingers as far as they could go, watching you struggle. "I can't wait to see these pretty lips wrapped around my dick", he rasped, and you moaned when he finally freed your mouth.
With the little strength you had left, you pushed yourself up, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants greedily. Nicholas obeyed, too horny to ask you if you were sure āŽÆ his pants and boxers were on the floor in an instant, and he was already kissing you with urgency that left you breathless.
You felt his dick press against your thigh, heavy, long and thick āŽÆ and you started to worry about if he was going to fit at all.
Nicholas could almost feel your sudden uncertainty, as he pulled away, towering over your much smaller form āŽÆ the size difference never really mattered that much, until now. You stared at his cock, wide eyed. His size made your mouth water, the glistening, angry red tip almost too tempting.
"YouāŽÆ You're so fucking big", you sighed, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. Nicholas' head fell down when he finally felt your touch on his painfully hard cock, his cross necklace swinging just above your face as he pressed both of his hands on the sides of your head, pinning you under him. Soft grunts left his mouth, and when you teased his tip with your thumb lightly āŽÆ you felt his whole body clench above you.
"As much as IāŽÆ FuckāŽÆ As much as I'd like to cum in your mouth or in your hand, I need to be inside you. Now".
His voice was rough, leaving you no room to protest as he leaned back, his hand replacing your own on his length. He pumped himself a few times, his dark eyes roaming over your form greedily, before he run his tip over your clit lightly. Your eyes rolled back into your head at the pressure, and Nicholas grunted when your wetness covered his aching cock. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed the tip into your tight, weeping hole.
Your eyes snapped open, and you felt yourself clench around his thick tip āŽÆ Nicholas let out a strangled pant at the feeling of your warm, inviting cunt.
"Oh, fuck. I thought I prepped you well", he managed to let out, drunk on the way your cunt took him in.
He slowly sank deeper into you, letting you adjust to the painful stretch, running his hands over your thighs to help you relax. "Almost all the way in. I'm so proud of you", he cooed softly, at which you clenched again, nodding your head to signal you were ready for more.
When he finally bottomed out, you cried out, feeling as if he was ripping your insides apart. Nicholas' eyes fell closed as you kept on clenching around him, and he swore he could cum from the feeling alone.
"BaāŽÆbaby, you need to relax. Fuck. Just relax", he groaned, and you tried to do exactly what he had told.
After a few seconds, you finally managed to get used to the stretch āŽÆ now feeling so incredibly full, so deeply connected to him, but you needed more.
"Nicholas, move, please", you begged, and he was more than happy to obey.
He pulled out almost all the way, before snapping his hips into yours, watching the way your tits bounced with the movement. He pressed your legs flat against the mattress, and you cried out when he leaned down to tower over you again. His thrusts were slow but deep, the angle making him hit that spongy spot inside of you, and you were shaking, completely at his mercy.
"You're taking me so well", Nicholas praised, kissing the corner of your mouth sweetly. "My good little girl. So tight, so warm".
You swore you could cum from his words alone, and when his fingers moved up from your thigh to press soft circles on your stiff, overstimulated clit, you were on the edge immediately.
"You feel so good, baby", he continued, speeding up, the sounds of his skin meeting yours filling the air. "I know you want to cum for me. Go on baby, let go for me".
Tears were rolling down your cheeks, and you nodded mindlessly, digging your nails into Nicholas' strong shoulders, drawing blood in the process.
Nicholas' tip kissed āŽÆ no, fucked āŽÆ your cervix repeatedly, as he buried himself in you over and over again, holding his own orgasm off.
When you finally let go, you felt as if your orgasm lasted a lifetime āŽÆ you clenched around him so hard it was nearly impossible for him to keep his steady movements, your hips lifting off the mattress, grinding against his own as your orgasm washed over you.
"Fuck, I love you", Nicholas cried out, letting go of your legs only to stroke your cheeks in his big hands. He kissed you softly, groaning into your mouth as he painted your walls white, filling you with his cum.
At first, you didn't even comprehend his words āŽÆ it took you a second after the earth shattering orgasm you had just experienced. Nicholas pulled away from your lips, letting you breathe, his forehead pressed against yours as he caught his own breath.
After a few seconds, he carefully removed his cock from you, laying down on his back, and you cuddled into his side. You traced soft circles on his chest as he covered the two of you with a blanket, kissing your forehead lovingly.
"Did you mean it?", you whispered, looking up at him, and he smiled softly. "Yes. I meant it".
"I love you too, Nick", your heart swelled as he pulled you closer, big smiles adoring both of your faces as you fell asleep in each other's warm embrace.
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wzy3ka Ā· 1 year ago
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Random kisses ą³€ - N.RK
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Bf!Riki x fem!reader w.c- 0.8k
Warnings- none just fluff
You prank Riki by randomly kissing him throughout the day.
You woke up with the feeling emptiness beside you. You kept patting the empty side next to you trying to cuddle your boyfriend.
You groaned as you sat up and rubbed your eyes tiredly. You looked around still trying to look for your boyfriend, but he was still no where to be found.
"Ki" You mumbled trying to summon the man, you groaned once again and got up.
You stepped into the bathroom and began brushing your teeth. While brushing your teeth you scrolled through TikTok.
You came across this video of a girl kissing her boyfriend randomly throughout the day.
You chuckled and stopped.
ā€˜That looks funā€™ you thought as you began to think of it. 'Should I do it?' You thought again as you began to rinse your mouth.
You walked back to your room while still thinking about it. 'Imma do it' you thought smirking as you made your way downstairs.
On your way you smelled a delicious smell and you immediately recognised it.
PANCAKES!
You hurried your way down the rest of the stairs and made your way to the kitchen.
You arrived at your destination aka the kitchen and saw your boyfriend flipping the pancakes with airpods in his ear bopping his head to the music he was listening to.
You giggled and made your way to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back, you felt him getting startled.
"You scared me" He said chuckling,
"Goodmorning" You said still resting your head on his back.
"Morning, okay love I'm gonna need you to move so I don't burn this house down" He said putting his free hand over yours.
You moved away and stood to his side, you stared at his side for a while and pecked his lips.
He looked at you with shockness but turned back to flip the pancakes quick before they burn.
"That was random" He said putting the pancakes on a plate.
"Come on" He said placing the plates on the dinning table.
You strolled over to the dinning table "Thank you" You said and pecked his cheek.
You both sat down and began eating. "What are you doing today?" You asked stuffing pancakes into your mouth.
"Jake hyung wanted us to hangout a little, so I'll probably be there for a few hours and come back so don't miss me much" He teased "Don't worry, I won't" You teased back.
A few hours passed and Riki went out with his friends.
You were sitting on the couch boredly, suddenly your best friend called.
"HANNI!" You yelled as soon as she picked up "Y/N!ā€ She screamed back.
"What are you doing?" She asked "Not doing anything tbh, but I am doing a prank on Riki" You said giggling at the thought of it.
"What prank?" She asked "Well, it's a little cheesy but it's basically kissing your significant other randomly throughout the day" You said fiddling with your fingers
"OH! That's cute, tell me his reaction tomorrow, oh shit I have to go my Mom needs me. Bye bestie" She said as you also said your goodbye.
A few more hours passed and you heard the front door click open.
You shot your head up and saw a cheerful Riki entering.
You ran towards him and embraced him in a tight hug.
"I missed you" You muffled as you snuggled in the crook of his neck.
"I told you don't miss me too much" He said playing with your hair.
You both went to your bedroom and sat on the bed in eachothers embrace.
You looked up at him and randomly kissed him, he was shocked but soon melted into the kiss.
You pulled away and rested your head back on his chest. "What's with you today?" He said patting your head.
"Nothing" You shortly answered.
He then got up to make some ramen for the both of you to snack on.
You decided to follow him to the kitchen to watch him. You went beside him and pecked his neck, he giggled feeling ticklish.
You chuckled and pecked his cheek this time,
"Y/n, you good?" He asked reverting his attention from the ramen to you.
"Yeah, I just miss you" You replied clinging onto his side.
He looked at you weirdly but ignored. Now the both of you were sat on the couch with the bowls of ramen in your hands.
Riki put his bowl on his lap trying to find something to watch while eating.
You took this opportunity to sit on his lap.
You took his bowl from his lap to your hands and sat on his lap with both bowls in both hands.
Riki looked at you with shockness, then chuckled. "Do you need something ?" He asked eyeing you suspiciously.
"No" You replied shortly and handed him his bowl of ramen.
You were now resting your back on his chest still sat on his lap, you looked up at him and kissed his jaw, he looked down at you and smiled softly.
"Now, come here" He said flipping you over and tickling you, he stopped and pecked you all over your face.
And the night went on with many giggles.
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synopsis: Your ex boyfriend has some nerve texting you at three in the morning ā€” an entire week after the disaster breakup you had. You should really go over there and give him a piece of your mind. Well, you know what they say about famous last words.Ā  wc: 6.1k | crossposted to ao3 content: tomura shigaraki x female reader, no quirks au, toxic tomura, reader is kinda toxic too tbh, unhealthy relationships, breaking up and making up, vaginal fingering, overstim, breeding kink, piv, dubcon creampie, degredation, threats of baby trapping, hurt/comfort, sweet at the end idc
Youā€™ve told your friends time and time again to stay out of your business. They never listen.Ā 
ā€œOh my god, Kirishima? Is he even twenty yet?ā€ You drag as you watch your friend flip through several pictures of the redheaded boy like he was a member of the bachelor.Ā 
She smiles, scrolling her phone for more options, ā€œno, but he will be in a couple of months!ā€
ā€œNo!ā€ Your words are sharp. You love Mina but god, you donā€™t want her to play matchmaker with you. Itā€™s not like youā€™re a charity case or something.Ā 
She gasps and you swear you could see the lightbulb go off above her head. ā€œWhat about Denki? Heā€™s fun!ā€Ā 
You groan, falling back onto the bed and covering your eyes with your arm. ā€œMina.ā€Ā 
ā€œHey, just give her a break okay? Itā€™s only been about a week.ā€ Your saving grace Yaoyorozu speaks up and itā€™s nice to finally have someone on your side.Ā 
ā€œThank you.ā€
ā€œSeriously? So weā€™re just going to sit around and watch you mope about all day?ā€ Mina questions, irritation clear in her voice and it grates your ears.Ā Ā 
ā€œPreferably, yes! Just let me be.ā€ You roll over, face officially shoved into your pillow. Itā€™s been a rough couple of days and you havenā€™t gotten a single call or text from Tomura. Not that you should be expecting one. You broke up with him after all.Ā 
Itā€™s just.. this time feels different. Usually thereā€™s more arguing and heā€™s fighting for you to stay around, but this time there was nothing. No quips, no insults, just ā€œfine, get out then.ā€
That hurt the most.Ā 
You had no idea what he was up to.Ā 
Maybe he was as depressed as you were.Ā 
Maybe heā€™s found someone else.Ā 
The thought makes you stop in your tracks. The idea of Tomura, your tomura with someone else is enough to make you nauseous.Ā 
You jump to your feet and rush to the bathroom, locking yourself in and falling to your knees.Ā 
God, what if that was why it was so easy?
You pull out your phone, the device lighting up and unlocking with your facial id.Ā 
Tomura doesnā€™t use social media much but you could still check to see if heā€™d blocked you.Ā 
To your surprise, he hadnā€™t.Ā 
He hasn't posted anything either and thereā€™s no new person in his followers.Ā 
You feel yourself exhale a breath you didnā€™t realize you had been holding. No change is a good thing.Ā 
Thereā€™s knocking on the door and you thank the stars you locked it. Your friends would judge you so hard if they saw you lurking through your exā€™s social media.Ā 
ā€œHey, are you okay in there?ā€ Itā€™s your saving grace Yaoyorozu again and you almost feel bad for shutting her out.Ā 
ā€œYeah, Iā€™m sorry if it feels like I pressured you! Iā€™ll give you some space.ā€ Mina's regretful voice calls and it makes your heart clench. You know she means well but she just doesnā€™t understand. None of them do.Ā 
Whether you want to admit it or not, you love Tomura.Ā 
Yes, you argue and yes, you fight, but he just gets you. Heā€™s so cynical, but so caring ā€” in his own special way. Too bad he was such an asshole. The argument wasnā€™t even supposed to go that far.Ā 
There are tears beginning to blur your vision and you wipe them away, willing the feelings down and standing to your feet.Ā 
If he wanted you to stay away, then fine. You could do that.Ā 
You splash cool water onto your face and take a breath, steeling yourself and getting ready to face your friend once more. It was Saturday and they were convinced you needed a fun girlā€™s night.
It takes a lot to refrain from cringing at the phrase, but you believe they held some truth with the idea. You definitely didnā€™t want to be alone right now.
You unlock the bathroom door, meeting Mina and Yaoyorozuā€™s worried expressions with a smile.Ā 
ā€œWe should probably get ready now, huh?ā€
Minaā€™s eyes light up, smile blinding and excitement contagious.
ā€œYes! Jirou and the others are here now.ā€ She starts to clap, excitement buzzing around her, ā€œGirlā€™s night is going to be amazing!ā€Ā 
ā€”-
Girlā€™s night was a bust.
The moment everyone arrived the apartment quickly filled with chaos. Noisy and busy, it was all giving you a headache. Until someone decided it would be a good idea to pregame before going out.
In preparation for the night your friendā€™s insisted that you get dolled up, hair makeup and skimpy clothes you wouldnā€™t look twice at on any normal day.Ā 
You had to admit it made you a little more excited to get out and at least feel like your world isn't crashing around you. It was supposed to be a fun little night out. Somehow one drink turned into two, which turned into three which turned into Mina swearing she could beat everyone in a dance battle.Ā 
The group only got more riled up as everyone indulged in this silly challenge.Ā 
One challenge leads to another, which leads to more drinking, which then ends in everyone being too drunk to function and knocking out ā€” all laid out in odd places around your living room floor and couch.Ā 
The groggy feeling came first, your arms radiating in dull pain as you vaguely recalled trying to beat Mina in a contest of who could do the most push ups. It sure as hell wasn't you, but the drunk version of you thought it was possible to move mountains.Ā 
You blink a few times, trying to will your eyes to rapidly adjust to the darkness of the room and find out what this odd buzzing noise beside you had been. Turning over, you find your phone, squinting as the too bright screen lights up your face and you see that it is three a.m.
You had fallen asleep with everyone else.
The phone buzzes again, lighting up and you have to squint further to read the contact name.
Tomura.Ā 
Your eyes widen as you scan over the three texts heā€™s sent you.Ā 
Wasting no time, you rush to your feet and into the bathroom so you can look at your phone without the chance of prying eyes overlooking your shoulder. Even though they were probably going to be out until late morning.
Tomuraā€™s messages were short, no paragraphs, no essays but three different messages sent in succession.Ā 
When are you coming to get your shit?
Iā€™m tired of waiting.
And Iā€™m deleting our farm btw.Ā 
The first two messages donā€™t get much of a reaction from you, especially since itā€™s three a.m and he knows youā€™re usually asleep around this time.Ā 
But the third messageā€¦
Your Stardew Valley farm that youā€™ve had and worked on together for almost two years being put on the line and threatened? What the fuck was his problem?
This farm was a constant in your relationship. Throughout the ups and downs and back and forths. You were sure that hell would freeze over before you both would give up that progress. But here he is, threatening you while you would have been asleep. What an asshole.
Your feet are moving before your brain can stop them and you make your way to the front door. Since your friends were all passed out it would be easy to sneak over to Shigarakiā€™s place, give him a piece of your mind and then sneak back. In and out, quick and easy.Ā 
Your decision is made and you grab your coat, deciding to just go over there as you are. You hadnā€™t changed out of your outfit that was supposed to be for the night out, but it didnā€™t matter. You only needed to get over there and get there fast.
Once you arrive at Tomuraā€™s doorstep you waste no time knocking. Itā€™s around three in the morning so he should still very much be awake.Ā 
There's a chill in the air as you wait for his answer and you wrap your jacket closer to your body. A rumble of thunder caught your attention and it's then you notice the rain clouds rolling in. You knew it would only be a matter of time before the bottom of the sky falls out and rain drenches everything. You were on borrowed time if you wanted to make it back before then.
After what feels like forever the door finally opens, revealing a very cozy pajama-clad Tomura, who seemed a little too pleased for his own good ā€” if that sly smile he was doing a bad job at hiding was anything to go by.Ā 
You don't give him a chance to greet you or say anything for that matter, stopping his words in their tracks as you cut him off. ā€œWhat do you want?ā€
He doesnā€™t bother hiding his smirk now, the expression making your fists clench and your anger boil. ā€œWhat do I want? Youā€™re at my door, in front of my apartment.ā€ He scoffs, clearly getting the exact reaction he had wanted from you, ā€œI should be asking what do you want?ā€Ā 
Caught like a deer in headlights. Whatever, you don't let that stop you as you pull out your phone to show him his text. ā€œYou sent this, I know youā€™re bluffing. What do you want?ā€
Tomura shrugs, leaning against his door frame and giving you a pleased look. Expression relaxed and content. Not a care in the world. ā€œTo talk.ā€
ā€œWell, I'm here now, so letā€™s talk.ā€ You spit, crossing your arms and waiting for whatever else he would throw at you.Ā 
ā€œSure, but you should come in first.ā€ He starts, looking up towards the darkened sky, confirming his assessment. ā€œItā€™s gonna rain soon, you know.ā€
Of course you knew that.Ā 
You just didnā€™t want to give him more time than you had. But you agree and go in, ignoring the fighting feeling in the back of your mind screaming at you to turn away and hightail it out of there.Ā 
Tomuraā€™s home is the exact way it was the day you left, give or take a few more containers of takeout littered around the place. You have half a mind to scold him about it, but quickly remember that it isnā€™t your place to do that anymore.Ā 
So instead you stay quiet, following him into the apartment and into the living room. Opting to stand as he sat, and resisted the urge to get comfortable.Ā 
ā€œSo, what do you want to talk about?ā€ You try, done watching him pick up a controller and boot up a video game. Seriously?Ā 
Your patience was wearing thin now as you watched him ignore you to play some stupid game. You try calling to him again, knowing this was probably a waste of your time and groans.
ā€œI was in the middle of something before you got here. Let me finish and weā€™ll talk.ā€ It's flippant the way he waves you off and continues the game. The lack of care only hurting your feelings further and making you realize this may have all been a big mistake on your part.
You shouldnā€™t be at your ex boyfriendā€™s house being ignored. You should be at your house getting drunk and hanging out with your best friends. There was no reason to stay somewhere youā€™re obviously not valued.
Itā€™s a simple choice when you put it into perspective.Ā 
But things are always easier said than done.Ā 
You sigh, the air puffing out your cheeks, a bad habit you had when angry, and walk right in front of Tomuraā€™s TV. There was more satisfaction in making him lose the game and then announcing your departure than just leaving quietly.Ā 
He cranes his neck to see around you, but it doesnā€™t work, finally giving up as his character inevitably dies. ā€œWhat!?ā€
ā€œIā€™m leaving!ā€ You announced, turning on your heel and heading towards the front door.
ā€œYou had to make me lose first? I said I was almost done!ā€ He spat back, rising from the couch to follow you.
You shrug, ā€œI donā€™t care. Why invite me in if youā€™re just going to ignore me?ā€
ā€œDidnā€™t think you had the patience of a child.'' Tomura stands in front of you, cutting through your path and stopping you in your tracks.
It's almost comical the way he insults you. ā€œOkay pot, meet kettle.ā€ You try to brush past him, but he side steps with you.Ā 
ā€œWhat are you dressed like that for anyway? Did you go out tonight or something?ā€
ā€œNo!ā€ You deny, a little louder than intended and then pause. ā€œBut itā€™s none of your business what I do anyway.ā€
Tomura hums at this, taking the words in and running them through his mind as he gives you a once over, eyes scanning from the too-tight shirt you wore ā€” showing a generous amount of cleavage, down to your mini skirt that left little to the imagination.Ā 
ā€œCould've fooled me.ā€
ā€œWhat do you mean by that?ā€ You hate when he gives you cryptic answers, like itā€™s impossible to pry into his mind to see what he was thinking at the moment.Ā 
ā€œYou knew you were coming to see me so I dont get why you're wearing that skimpy shit. Unless you wanted me to check you out.ā€
ā€œNot everything is about you, Tomura. Maybe I just wanted to dress up and look nice.ā€
ā€œBullshitā€”ā€
ā€œGod, Tomura you always fucking do this!ā€ You yell, walking right up into his face. The excitement in his scarlet eyes sends a chill up your spin, but you canā€™t back down.Ā 
He gets closer, matching your tone and you can still see the grin heā€™s trying to hide. It makes you see red. ā€œDo what? Tell you the truth? You know Iā€™m not wrong.ā€
ā€œYeah, you think you know everything, but you donā€™t. Iā€™m dressed up because I want to be, not because of you.ā€ Youā€™re insisting at this point, frustration threatening to tip over and spill out into the form of another pointless argument. Why did you think you could actually come over and have a decent conversation with him?
Tomura is a master at getting under your skin and hitting where it hurts. In all of your arguments heā€™s never really pulled out the big shots but you wouldnā€™t put it past him to do so now.Ā 
ā€œOh, so you come over to my place dressed like a slut and you expect me to believe you donā€™t have some hidden motive?ā€
And there it is.
Your last straw. He could be so egotistical and mean ā€” youā€™ve had it.Ā 
You regret it the moment you do it, but your body moves before your brain can process your actions. You push Tomura. Hard.Ā 
He doesnā€™t fall back far but you know itā€™s enough to piss him off. And heā€™s never been one to hold anything back, so he shoves you back and your back hits the wall.Ā 
Tomura has you pinned before you know it and thereā€™s a thrill that runs through your body in a way you know you shouldnā€™t be feeling. Your knees feel weak for reasons that are not related to fear and your panties were gradually becoming more wet.Ā 
His voice is low and his eyes are narrowed as he pins you against the wall, pressing your cheeks together with his other hand. ā€œYouā€™re really starting to piss me off.ā€
You have to bite back a smile, knowing this has taken a turn and you arenā€™t strong enough to stop where itā€™s going. Not that you would want to.Ā 
ā€œOh yeah? If I piss you off so badly then why are you hard?ā€
He doesnā€™t look down. He can feel his own arousal just as well as you can while itā€™s pressed against your abdomen.Ā 
Tomura pushes off of you ā€” maintaining some distance as he turns away.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re fucking annoying.ā€
ā€œSure am.ā€ You supply, chipper and certain as you trail behind him.Ā 
Heā€™s walking further into the apartment, and you follow. Legs moving on their own accord as you go further into the lion's den, exchanging quips and insults. You jab your finger into his shoulder, bothered by the way he continues to ignore you, it's a pathetic attempt at catching his attention and it works. Kind of.Ā 
The only response being him slapping your hand away with a glare and muttering a soft fuck off as he walked on.Ā 
You both went back and forth. Like the sun and moon, you just canā€™t stay away from each other.Ā Ā 
It was how these things usually went between you and Tomura. He would start up, make a petty argument and you would never back down. Tomura is someone who was used to getting his way and others simply did what he said with no objections.Ā 
But that was not how you were.
And he loved it.
You knew by the way he would get that devious glimmer in his eye when you would challenge a point, starting up a debate. Sometimes they were heated enough to make you both break up. It never lasted more than a few days. A week being the longest.
Push and pull.Ā 
Tomura made his way past you again, ignoring your calls about how you hate being ignored. At this point youā€™re sure heā€™s doing it on purpose to rile you up more but you canā€™t help but take the bait. You grab his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and face you as you point a finger in his face.Ā 
ā€œStop walking away from me!ā€Ā 
He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, making you stumble on your feet and almost lose balance. You were so close you could feel the heat from his body and smell the fresh linen scent of his shirt. ā€œDonā€™t tell me what to do.ā€Ā 
You snatch your wrist away from him, tension between you two growing hotter by the second as the space between you got thinner.Ā 
ā€œWhat are you going to do about it?ā€Ā 
The narrowing of his eyes only made your grin grow wider as you watched the gears turn in his head as he thought about just how many things he would do about it. All of it enticed you, so you beat him to the punch.Ā 
You reach forward again, fully intending to shove his shoulder again for another reaction, another glare, maybe even more words, but he stops you. It was fast, the way you both tumbled through the hallway as Tomura crashed his lips to yours. The relief of finally feeling his lips again meshed with the excitement of how rough he was with you.Ā 
You lose yourself in the kiss, welcoming him in with open arms as you vaguely register the dark walls of his room and posters plastered along the walls in your scuffle.
It was exciting, probably the best part of breaking up and making up. At this point you think the whole point of falling apart is coming back together again. An endless cycle where the reward is worth the punishment.Ā 
Cat and mouse.Ā 
You end up on top of him, straddling his hips while your smug smile beams down at him. Tomura gives you an unamused look in return, yet the way his hands rested on your thighs gave away the ill hidden interest. It was all the encouragement you needed as you leaned down, hovering above him with both hands on his chest.Ā 
ā€œNot so tough now, are you?ā€
Itā€™s bait. You know itā€™s bait, he knows itā€™s bait, but he takes it anyway ā€” the way you knew he would.Ā 
Tomura wastes no time flipping the both of you over, quickly reversing your positions as he settled himself between your legs. Itā€™s dangerous the way his actions riled you up further, and you have to bite your lip to keep the smile from betraying your false anger. You couldnā€™t let him know how excited you were to be back in his bed.Ā 
He presses your cheeks together and rocks your head left to right, tone mocking and eyes wild with fever, ā€œOh, look whoā€™s become a firecracker all of the sudden. Where did that flame come from, huh?ā€
You want to respond, but Tomura beats you to it, releasing your cheeks and pointing a nimble finger against your forehead, ā€œDonā€™t be dumb.ā€
His eyes trail from yours and then down to your lips, then finally down to your exposed cleavage. The movement was swift as he cupped one of your breasts in his hand and dipped down, claiming your lips again. It was softer than the first time but not by much, especially not when he matched his pace by grinding his clothed erection into you, making you moan at the contact.Ā 
Your skirt was so short and it made you feel even more exposed than you already were. Tomura had easy access to you and the thin fabric of your panties made everything feel so much closer.Ā 
You moan at the contact, swiping your tongue against Tomuraā€™s bottom lip and wasting no time deepening the kiss as you pull him closer. You needed more and you needed it as soon as possible.Ā 
Tomura pulled the low cut front of your shirt down, easily exposing your breasts from the confines of the shirt and massaged them, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your nipples and making you cry out from the sensitivity.Ā 
He pulls away from you, eyes gazing into yours and you swore in that moment he put you in a trance. Tomuraā€™s ruby red gaze always left you mesmerized and you canā€™t help the whimper that leaves your lips, brows furrowed and eyes wanting, ā€œPlease.ā€
ā€œPlease what?ā€ And heā€™s not taunting you, heā€™s not mocking you. His eyes are soft as he brings a hand to your cheek. ā€œTell me what you want.ā€
ā€œYou.ā€ Fuck, youā€™ve missed him. ā€œI just want you.ā€
Thereā€™s a hint of a smile on his face as he strokes your cheek, soft look in his eyes making your heart flutter, and then itā€™s gone. Replaced by a hardened gaze as he moves to remove your shirt and bra, fully exposing you to his hungry eyes, and then moves to remove your short skirt.Ā 
His hands hover there for a moment, debating whether or not he should keep it on and fuck you in it, but then decides against the idea and pulls it off, taking your soaked panties down with it as well.Ā 
The air in the room feels cool against your skin as you shiver in anticipation.Ā 
ā€œFuck,ā€ Tomura whispers, now eye level with your cunt. You gasp as he runs two fingers between your wet folds and holds the digits up to show you. Syrupy clear slick clung to them, slowly trailing down as Tomura rose back up, eye level with you once more.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re so wetā€¦ā€ He murmured, bringing the digits to your mouth and you opened, taking them into your mouth and tasting yourself. You kept eye contact as you watched his eyes widen in delight ā€” Tomura loved it when you put on a show for him.
Thereā€™s another moment of Tomura pressing against your tongue with his fingers and then he pulls them out, opting for a kiss in exchange, his tongue dipping into your mouth and groaningĀ  as he could taste whatā€™s left of your slick on you as well.
The pleasant feeling and linguid action of your movements made your shoulders relax as you practically melted into his soft bed, the feeling of his body above yours bringing you mountains of comfort. It was a distraction, of course.Ā 
You felt the same two of Tomuraā€™s fingers prod at your slick entrance before pressing in fully and all the way down to the knuckle. The stretch was intense but the pressure was euphoric, making you squeeze your eyes shut and grip him closer.Ā 
He didnā€™t make you wait long as he pumped his fingers, quickly finding that sensitive spot so deep inside of you that only he could pinpoint and brushing against it over and over.Ā 
The feeling was so good it made you pull away from the kiss to breathe, thighs twitching and toes curling in pleasure. You wouldnā€™t last long like this.
ā€œTomura, fuck..!ā€ You moaned, drowning in ecstasy as he continued his abuse of your spot, never letting up or slowing down, aiming to make you cum as quickly as he could. It was obvious he wanted you to come undone as soon as possible by the way he watched your every expression.Ā 
The way your brows furrowed to the way you bit your lip. Tomura eagerly drank every expression and gave it back to you in the form of pleasure.Ā 
ā€œWhat?ā€ He started, unphased by your dilemma, ā€œGonna cum?ā€
It took a lot of focus and effort, but you nod ā€” done with fighting for the night and accepting the fact that you will come apart quickly. So you give in to the pleasure.Ā 
Tomura smiles, a devious grin splitting his features as he curls his fingers, hitting the spot one more time for good measure and you lose composure, your climax crashing into you like a tidal wave. There was nothing you could do besides ride the feeling while holding on to Tomura tight ā€” like you would get swept away if you didnā€™t.Ā 
He fucks you through it with his fingers, eyes never leaving your face as you come down from your high.Ā 
ā€œPent up, huh?ā€ He questions, and this time there is that little hint of teasing. It brings you back to reality.Ā 
Yes, you have been pent up. You havenā€™t been able to get off to anything since youā€™ve broken up and itā€™s been hell.Ā 
You have no time for the games, you just want him and you want him now.Ā 
So, you take Tomuraā€™s face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes. The flecks of black in his carmine eyes always makes you remember why you come back. Every single time.Ā 
ā€œFuck me, please, Tomura.ā€ It's soft and filled with desire that you cannot be bothered to hide, and Tomura has never been one to deny you.
He quickly discards his own clothes, making sure to not stay away from you for long. His cock is hard and leaking precum from the head as he strokes it in preparation. You feel giddy at the thought and watch as he slides the head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick, and rubbing against your clit. The action makes your hips twitch up towards him.Ā 
He loves to tease and make you wait, but today he doesnā€™t make you wait long. Tomura leans down after lining himself up with your entrance and places his free hand behind your head, right above the nape of your neck. His hands were warm and the feeling of those hands cradling your head felt so comforting in the space of his familiar dark bedroom.Ā 
You bring a hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in his ashen locks as he pushes forward. The stretch makes you whimper and Tomura captures your lips in a kiss again, swallowing the noises and releasing a groan of his own as your walls tighten around his cock.Ā 
There's something about the way Tomura drags his hips, the way he starts off at a slow pace, winding you up as he steadily increases his speed and force. It happens so gradually that you don't realize youā€™re screaming his name until he tells you to shut up ā€” threatening to cover your mouth because he didn't want his neighbors to hear how much of a slut you were.
It drove you mad the way he said it all with a smile and fucked you harder. Almost daring you to be louder so he can punish you with a hand over your mouth.
Tomura knew how rough you liked it and he always delivered, giving you back arching pleasure as he pounded into you. It leaves you gasping and struggling to keep your voice down. Your hands find the surface of his back, trying to hold on as much as you could with building pleasure on the horizon.Ā 
ā€œTomuā€” Tomura..! Please,ā€ you cry and he doesnā€™t miss a beat, driving his cock so deep against your sweet spot it makes you see stars. ā€œFuck..!ā€Ā 
ā€œYeah, thatā€™s it.ā€ Tomura cooed, eyes filled with mischief as he brought you closer to the edge. ā€œCry for me.ā€
And you do, your body feeling euphoric as the feeling buzzed up your spine and filled your brain with the fuzz of ecstasy.Ā 
ā€œWhat are you gonna do, huh?ā€ He starts, his hips grinding against you, the closeness of his pelvis rubs against your clit, making you cry out again, ā€œWhat are you gonna do when I breed this pretty cunt and make sure youā€™re stuck with me forever?ā€
Heā€™s bluffing, you know Tomura doesnā€™t want kids. Heā€™s just trying to gauge your reaction. Your dedication.Ā 
ā€œTomuraā€¦ā€ You only moan, breath catching as he hits that spot inside you that he knows so well.Ā 
Tomura is smiling, wild and devious, as you look up at him with glossy eyes, so close to crying from the feelings, ā€œIā€™m gonna do it. Iā€™ll make you mine forever and you canā€™t do anything about it.ā€Ā 
ā€œAh!ā€ You should stop him, tell him to calm down but he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your back arching off of the bed. Everything is blurring together and you can only slur words as the drool from your earlier kiss trails down your cheek.Ā 
You are completely at his mercy like this and you know your friends would be beyond disappointed.Ā Ā 
It just feels so good the way his cock drags in and out of your body pulling moans and whines from your throat. He was relentless in the way he pounded into you ā€” beyond the point of being soft and slow because he knows thatā€™s exactly you like it.Ā 
ā€œSay you want it.ā€ The command comes with the slowing of his hips and you whine, high and needy as Tomura slows to a near stop.
ā€œTomura, Iā€”ā€œ
ā€œSay you want it or I swear to god Iā€™ll stop right now.ā€ Itā€™s a threat and you donā€™t want to find out if heā€™ll go through with it. Tomura never goes back on his word.Ā 
ā€œNo, please, donā€™tā€” I want it!ā€ you pant, frustrated and aching for more movement.
ā€œI want you to,ā€ you stammer, desperate to have your release. ā€œI donā€™t care if you cum in me. I need you so bad.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s my girl,ā€ He coos, dipping his head down onto your shoulder, ā€œFuck.. love you sā€™muchā€
You stop ā€” youā€™ve never heard him say that. Ever. You doubted he would ever say it since itā€™s been so long.Ā 
He doesnā€™t give you a chance to ruminate on it because he's picking up the pace again and giving you the friction you were so deeply in need of. The feelings are swimming in your head as your cries reach new heights. Tomura is too far gone to stop you or care and youā€™re thankful. You couldnā€™t stop yourself if you tried.Ā 
The build of your orgasm crashes down and sends you with it, making your thighs quiver in pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut. Tomuraā€™s mouth meets yours before you could cry out, the warmth of his tongue guiding you as he fucked you through it.Ā 
He didnā€™t last long after, the way your walls tightened around him with the force of your orgasm has Tomuraā€™s pace erratic as he chased his own high.Ā 
The bed shook as Tomura finally finished, hips stuttered as he released inside of you, hot seed coating your insides and making heat rise to your cheeks. He really did it.
You watch as he slows to a stop above you, his eyes closed as he enjoys the feeling of release. Tomuraā€™s breathing was heavy and you couldnā€™t stop yourself from bringing him down into another kiss, traveling from his lips to his cheeks and then back again.Ā 
It was intimate and you were worried it may have been too much, given the reason you were both in this situation was because of a stupid breakup.Ā 
Tomuraā€™s pulls out of you, making you wince and taking the feeling of being so full away from you. He doesnā€™t go far, opting to stay on top of you and rest his head on your shoulder, wanting to keep you as close as possible.Ā 
ā€œYou really piss me off.ā€ He mumbles into your shoulder, out of breath and tired. ā€œGod, why canā€™t you just stay with me.ā€
ā€œTomuraā€¦ā€ Your hands run through his hair, the sweat is making it stick to his forehead as you wait for him to keep talking.Ā 
ā€œStop leaving me.ā€ His voice is firm, unwavering.
ā€œYou told me to go.ā€Ā 
ā€œI didnā€™t think you fucking would. I would never actually want you to.ā€
ā€œI canā€™t read between the lines Tomura, Iā€™m not in your head.ā€ You make him look at you this time, pulling his hair a little to get him to raise his head. ā€œDid you mean it?ā€
ā€œI just said I didnā€™tā€”ā€œ
ā€œNo, the other thing you said.ā€ He gives you a look of pure confusion and you lose a little bit of hope, ā€œwhen you said you loved me?ā€Ā 
You stare into his carmine eyes, hoping, praying it wasnā€™t just pillow talk from the heat of the moment.Ā 
He looks at you for a long time, frustration still wearing on his features. If you didnā€™t know any better you would say he was pouting. ā€œOf course I meant it. Iā€™ve always felt like that.ā€
ā€œBut youā€™ve never said it!ā€
ā€œI show it!ā€
ā€œHow?ā€ This is getting frustrating and going in circles.Ā 
He groans, sitting up and taking his warmth with him. ā€œIā€™m not going to sit here and list everything Iā€™ve ever done for you. I donā€™t think it works like that.ā€
You open your mouth to counter, irritation on your tongue because thatā€™s not what you meant, but Tomura stops you again.Ā 
ā€œI donā€™t know how to explain it, okay?ā€ He shakes his head and sighs, laying next to you on the bed and looking up at his ceiling. ā€œItā€™s weird. I have these strong feelings, but itā€™s not hate, it's not anger. It's the opposite of that.ā€
You stare at him as he focuses ahead, keeping his eyes trained on the uninteresting ceiling above.
ā€œFather said itā€™s a weakness and I should feel that way but,ā€ Thereā€™s a pause as he looks away from the ceiling, meeting your eyes finally, ā€œif itā€™s so weak of me, then why are the feelings so strong?ā€Ā 
Your heart aches. It's clear that heā€™s torn, and with the strange way he was raised you know that he canā€™t help the way he is.Ā 
ā€œTomuraā€¦ā€Ā 
ā€œAnd it wonā€™t go away. I canā€™t fight them down or push them away like I can with everything else. It eats me up and Iā€¦ guess I lash out because of it.ā€ He shakes his head and for the first time Tomura looks defeated. Youā€™ve never seen him this way ā€” heā€™s always been filled with confidence and self assured. ā€œI just donā€™t know what to do.ā€
You bring a hand to his cheek as you press your forehead against his. It kills you that this is whatā€™s been on his mind and you arenā€™t sure what you could do to fix it. Maybe there was nothing you could do, physically, but you would do your best to be there for him emotionally.
ā€œSometimes,ā€ you try to be careful with your words, knowing how much Tomura looks up to his foster father even though the man has been nothing but strange to him. ā€œPeople say things that arenā€™t true because they donā€™t know how to live with it.ā€
Tomuraā€™s guardian cannot live with love nor the idea of it.Ā 
ā€œThat doesn't mean you have to live that way.ā€Ā 
And itā€™s the truth.Ā 
Tomura doesnā€™t say anything, just watches you with heavy lidded eyes, ruby red nearly glowing in the low light of the room. He was so much more than what people thought they knew of him and you didnā€™t care if it took time for others to see that.
He leans in, closing his eyes and you meet him halfway into a kiss.Ā 
It's warm and it's soft and you know that even when your phone is buzzing from dozens of missed calls and texts from your friends, it will be fine.Ā 
You and Tomura would take things one day at a time.
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ilys00ga Ā· 9 months ago
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āžž pair: yoongi x female reader.
āžž word count: 1k
āžž synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.
āžž genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33
āžž A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3
ps. any form of feedback is reallyyyy appreciated. I live for compliments :) !
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It was one warm spring morning.
Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.
One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.
ā€œIs this good?ā€ Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture heā€™s been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your motherā€™s secret recipe only in the first try, ā€œGreat. Youā€™re getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.ā€
He snorted, ā€œIf that means Iā€™ll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.ā€
Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, ā€œYouā€™re so lazy.ā€
ā€œNo one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.ā€
"You're so annoying."
Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her headā€“Yoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as wellā€“was almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.
"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"
She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.
ā€œMom said theyā€™re almost here.ā€ Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of youā€”his girls.
ā€œAre you being a good chef assistant, baby?ā€ He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.
ā€œSheā€™s been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.
ā€œMom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.ā€
ā€œWeā€™re almost done cooking now.ā€ You reminded him, ā€œHoney, check on the oven please.ā€
ā€œRight.ā€
A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, ā€œthey are done.ā€
When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.
It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldnā€™t help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? ā€œHuh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!ā€
He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, ā€œlook!ā€
Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your babyā€™s joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.
Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.
It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and thatā€™s how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.
She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.
Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeksā€”a trait that she definitely got from her father, ā€œNo more hitting mama and papa for you!ā€
The little girlā€™s squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.
ā€œFamily hug?ā€ you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.
ā€œFamily hug!ā€ He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, ā€œbut letā€™s make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.ā€
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il-miele-che-scrive Ā· 11 months ago
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Go for his brother part 3
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charles_leclerc The day @/y/n_leclerc and I decided to spent the forever together
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y/n_leclerc Did I mention I'm in love with you? šŸ˜­
ā†³charles_leclerc Yeah I think you mentioned that a few times in the vows, ma chĆ©rie
y/n_leclerc I love it when you call me french terms of endearment oh my god šŸ˜©
username1 SHE'S HOOKED
ā†³username2 FOR LIFE šŸ¤ž
pierregasly And I really thought I wouldn't see that day
ā†³y/n_leclerc Life's full of surprises isn't it?
username3 Charles calls her ma chĆ©rie, Arthur used to call her mon bĆ©bĆ© šŸ˜­ do you get deja vu
ā†³username4 y/n: *breathes* y'all: do you get deja vu omg she used to breathe with Arthur šŸ˜­
ā†³username5 You remember mon bĆ©bĆ© but do you remember chouchou? šŸ˜­
username3 OMG YES he used to call her chouchou and she used to call him Thurthur šŸ˜­
username4 GET. OVER. THEM. Y/n is now married to Charles BESIDES Arthur CHEATED on her. She deserved better than Arthur and now she has it.
pascale_leclerc Congratulations my loves ā¤ļøšŸ˜˜ the wedding was beautiful
ā†³y/n_leclerc Merci mamanšŸ«¶
ā†³username3 Pascale is just happy to have Y/n in her family and I live for this
username2 Maybe it was all Pascale's idea, when she found out Arthur cheated, she told Charles to keep Y/n in the family lmao
username3 And he stayed committed to the jobšŸ’Ŗ
danielricciardo The instant photos part was awesome, I bet it was Y/n's idea
ā†³y/n_leclerc Yes it was šŸ«”and it was really nice to see you, Max, Lando and Carlos having lots of fun with it once the alcohol kicked in
charles_leclerc Not to mention now we have some things to blackmail you with
danielricciardo Bold of you to assume I'd be ashamed of any of these, Charles
carlossainz55 Looking forward to seeing Y/n in the paddock more often! šŸ˜Š
ā†³y/n_leclerc You know, Carlos, some people have jobs... You should look it up sometime...šŸ«¶
ā†³username5 Is she now gonna go for Carlos lmao
scuderiaferrari Big day for our favorite couple ā¤ļø evviva gli sposi šŸ‘
ā†³charles_leclerc Grazie milleā¤ļøā¤ļø
ā†³y/n_leclerc We're the favorite couple šŸ„¹
georgerussell63 Even though you were engaged I didn't believe you'd actually do it until it happened
ā†³charles_leclerc Thanks George, supportive as always
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username1 That's what I call KARMA
username2 But when are we going to talk about the argument Arthur and Charles had before the wedding?
ā†³username3 What were you in their house? Lmao
username2 Another gossip page said that Arthur and Charles argued in front of the wedding chapel
username3 That's so unrealistic, don't trust everything you see on these pages
username4 Hey so do we know if there were any arguments?
ā†³f1gossip There's no way we'd have any information on that, it was a very private ceremony. That is highly doubtful though, I don't think this could've happened. Even Arthur knows better than acting like this on his brother's wedding day.
username3 That's so right, Arthur isn't dumb enough to act like a dick on his brother's wedding day, he knows it's his own fault
username5 Yeah it would be so weird if Arthur was playing angry now like man it's all consequences of your own actions, be an adult
username6 Even if it wasn't showing, Arthur was definitely dying on the inside. Imagine seeing your ex girlfriend at the altar next to your brother. You're thinking "it should be me with her", but it's too late
ā†³username7 One day Y/n and Charles will have kids, they'll be a happy family. Charles will have everything Arthur could want - a seat in F1, Y/n as his wife, little Leclerc(s) running around. Arthur will always be the "less successful" Leclerc. No wonder Lorenzo stays out of the spotlight
username8 Now you're making it sound depressing lol
username7 Tbh I cried a little thinking about this even though I know that's what Arthur deserves for cheating on Y/n
username9 I wonder what happened between Arthur and [ex best friend's name]
ā†³f1gossip She allegedly broke up with him and a few days later was seen on a date with a fellow Formula 2 driver.
username7 This keeps getting better
username9 WHO???? I NEED TO KNOW???
username8 I saw someone say she was seen with that PiƱacolada guy
username9 PiƱacolada?? Do you mean Franco Colapinto?? šŸ’€
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y/n_leclerc Charles isn't my fiancĆ© anymore šŸ‘°ā€ā™€ļøšŸ¤µ
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charles_leclerc I told you it's not the best way to say it
ā†³y/n_leclerc You can't stop me, tesoro
username1 OMG I've just noticed Y/n changed her username
ā†³username2 well, she got married...
lilymhe Wedding of the century
francisca.cgomes Every little girl dreams of a perfect wedding. That was this wedding
ā†³exbestfriend I've never dreamt of a wedding as a kid
francisca.cgomes Girl nobody asked
exbestfriend Why would a kid think about it? Don't they have better things to do? Like playing with toys and BEING A KID?
y/n_leclerc Pls not under my wedding post, get your jealous ass outta here
yoursister I'm so proud of you Y/n šŸ˜­
ā†³y/n_leclerc I know, you couldn't stop crying šŸ˜­
yoursister You know it were happy tears, I love you so much šŸ˜­
username3 LMAO [ex best friend's name]'s comments are pure comedy šŸ’€ do you think she'll try to steal Charles now?
ā†³username4 Doesn't matter, Charles will never cheat on Y/n
arthur_leclerc You looked amazing
ā†³username2 Get the fuck out of this comment section
ā†³username3 All you can do about it now is cry, you wasted your chance
ā†³username4 The way Y/n doesn't even bother to reply
alex_albon I bet you wouldn't have the guts to wear the dress to the paddock next race
ā†³y/n_leclerc You're right, I won't šŸ™Œ it's too beautiful to take any risks
charlottesiine Dream dress šŸ¤
ā†³y/n_leclerc I know right šŸ„¹ when I saw it I knew right away THAT'S THE ONE
ā†³username5 wtf what's Cha doing here
username6 They follow each other since that one time they hung out together
username5 ahh the famous "we both suffered a Leclerc" thing
username7 GUYS I AM CRYING Cha said dream dress, I wonder if she's thinking it should be hers, like she should be in Y/n's place šŸ„¹šŸ˜­
ā†³username8 Y'all need to stop, first talking about Arthur, now about Charlotte. Go touch some grass
username7 but, unlike Y/nArthur, ChaCha broke up on good terms, so this could be her
username8 But it's not. Grow up. So disrespectful to talk about it on a wedding post
username9 I am really happy for Y/n and Charles. But I can't stop thinking this could be Y/n and Arthur. Or Charles and Charlotte
ā†³username7 I bet Arthur also can't stop thinking about this lmao he'll never find someone who'll love him as much as Y/n did
username9 Let's not go that far maybe...?
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username1 Their voices are so similar šŸ˜­ do you think Y/n sometimes accidentally calls Charles Arthur?
ā†³username2 Do you think she sometimes says the wrong name in bed? šŸ’€
username3 This whole story, from the moment Arthur cheated to the end of this interview, is my Roman Empire
username4 I love that they stay on good terms even after what happened with Y/n
ā†³username1 In this exact interview Arthur said he didn't talk to Charles for WEEKS, he didn't even show up on the family dinners, until one day he understood he can only blame himself
username5 You can see that Arthur is happy for his big brother, but in his voice you can hear the pain šŸ˜­
username6 When Arthur said "Now I see what I did was hurtful and I'm glad it was Charles who took care of Y/n after it happened, instead of some random guy who would possibly repeat my mistake" it broke me šŸ˜­
ā†³username7 "Y/n is an amazing woman and I hope Charles will give her everything I couldn't." šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
username8 when Ch asked "do you think you'd deserve a second chance? if Y/n and I weren't married, of course" as a joke and A replied "honestly? no, I was a douchebag and the cheating wasn't the only issue in our relationship, she truly deserved better" AND THEN GAVE HIS BROTHER A BIG SMILE WTF?? šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
username9 At least he realizes his mistakesšŸ˜­
username4 Not only cheating?? What else?? I need to know immediately
username8 They didn't say it in the video, I doubt they would ever say it publicly unless Y/n decides to speak about it (but I don't see why would she, being happily married now)
username10 They should release one interview of the Leclercs just talking about this whole Y/n situation
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y/n_leclerc Maybe it all happened a bit quick, but my husband is a race driver for a reason
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lilymhe I GASPED when I saw the caption
ā†³charles_leclerc I asked her nicely to look for some basic quote šŸ™
pascale_leclerc Can't wait to meet our little Leclercā¤ļø
ā†³y/n_leclerc You'll be the first one to find outā¤ļø
yoursister That's how I find out? Through a post?šŸ˜­
ā†³y/n_leclerc I wanted to surprise you šŸ„¹
yoursister I'm kidding, I'm happy for you guys šŸ©·
francisca.cgomes Someone check on Arthur
ā†³y/n_leclerc KIKA!!!!
ā†³username1 I love Kika šŸ˜­
ā†³username2 Jokes aside someone really needs to check up on him
arthur_leclerc It really suits you šŸ©·
ā†³y/n_leclerc Don't say that to Charles, he already told me he'd like 2 more šŸ˜­ I don't think I wanna go further than just this one
charles_leclerc I'm not gonna force you! If you wanna stop at one, that's fine by me
y/n_leclerc We can get a puppy instead? Right now it would be perfect so the puppy and the baby can entertain each other and grow up together
charles_leclerc Alright, ma chĆ©rie, we can talk about that šŸ˜‚
ā†³username1 "I hope Charles gives her everything I couldn't" šŸ˜­ so that's what he meant
ā†³username2 Alexa play the one that got away by Katy Perry
username3 I just know Arthur will be the fun uncle omg
ā†³username4 I don't think he'll spend much time with the baby, if I were him it would always make me think "wow, that baby could be mine if I didn't mess up" šŸ’€
username3 It seems like he understood his mistake and came to terms with the consequences. Plus, he didn't say it, but I feel like in the video shared by the gossip page he implied not wanting kids
username4 What do you mean? How?
username3 "I hope Charles gives her everything I couldn't" and then said the cheating wasn't the only reason for the breakup and now, a few weeks pass and we get the pregnancy announcement
username4 Well, maybe getting cheated on didn't work out so badly for Y/n in the end
alex_albon Project Verstappen? šŸ˜
ā†³georgerussell63 *project Hamilton
charles_leclerc *project Leclerc šŸ˜Œ
alex_albon Better start saving up for the baby's therapy then
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charles_leclerc Welcome home, Jules HervĆ© Leclerc, born July 17 šŸ¤
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