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November 24 challenge! -Naps
TV night!
(Deacon and Prunella decided to go make cookies for the movie night while Chase and Buddy have the ultimate pillow fight)
âTIME OUT!!! TIME OUTâ Chase screamed as he held his Alister body pillow to shield him from Buddy who was hitting Chase with his pillow aggressively.
âHAHA I SAID TIME OUT!!!â
Buddy kept smacking his pillow against Chaseâs pillow
âYOUR GONNA TRICK ME AGAIN!!!
âNO NO IM BEING FOR REAL THIS TIME!!!â
âTHATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID LAST TIMEâ
âAH WOULD YOU STOP HITTING ME I ACTUALLY NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOMâ
âReally? REALLY? THATS WHAT YOU SAID THE OTHER TIMEâ
Buddy smacked Chase to the point Chase lost grip of his Alister pillow
âAH!! I MEAN IT THIS TIMEâ Chase surrendered. Buddy put down his pillow.
âOofâ Chase said falling off the bed âSee buddy! Iâm being for real. Watch me Iâm not grabbing the pillow see??â
Chase slowly walked out of the room while Buddy kept his eyes on him. And he actually went to the bathroom.
Now Buddy was bored. With having Chases whole room to himself he decided to look around the place. When he was walking around the room awkwardly he found himself in front of Chases wardrobe.
âLucky me~â He started to look through the wardrobe finding clothes he could potentially steal in the future. Why? Heâs evil, duhh. Most of them looked a bit small but when he found one that might fit him he immediately grabbed it and put it on his pile of âsteal-able clothesâ. One piece of clothing caught his attention- well, being a bright red and all. But not just red a Alistar Starbridge red.
Of course he puts it on. It brings him fond memories.
Suddenly he heard Chase start to come back inside the room. âWha- BUDDY!!!â Even though the piles were neat there were 3 stacks and clothes escaping the stack making it look messy. âHEY! Thats my Alister starbridge hoodie! Budddddyyyyyyâ Chase groaned as he walked over to Buddy.
âTake it off!!!â Chase jumped on Buddy as the both rolled to the floor
âNo! Itâs mine!â Buddy argued.
âHuh!? WHAT? No thatâs clearly minesâ
âItâs your âboyfriend sizedâ hoodie, remember? So itâs minesâ
âOh shoot I did say that⊠WHATEVER GIVE IT BACK!â
Chase tossed over Buddy grabbing his shoulder. Buddy started laughing.
Chase looked mesmerized hearing Buddy laugh and started to laugh too.
âWhat? Stop staring at me like that you look so creepyâ Buddy smiled
âWell at least Iâm not a jerk!â
Chase started to slip off the hoodie until a hand stopped him from doing so.
âCan I please just keep it on?â
âWhat? No you already stole it once, you know this is like- my most treasured hoodie of all time right?â
âYour just embarrassed because I look sexy in itâ
âYOU JERK! FINE KEE-â
âThe cookies are doneâ Prunella said standing there with a cookie in her hand.
âAHHHH JEZZ PRUNELLA!!!â Chase jumped
âI swear that kid is a ninja sometimesâŠâ Buddy said with a shocked expression on his face.
***
Deacon set down the cookies on the table and heard them coming down.
âWe tried to make a cookie of all of us but Buddyâs head sort of broke off.â Explained Prunella walking down the stairs.
ââŠWhyâŠDid you make cookies of us?â Buddy said confused.
âOh also we didnât have black frosting so we made your hair green. Also mines. But I think mines look cool.â
âOk???â
âCome on!!! I got everything readyâ Deacon was right everything looked set up neatly. You could clearly tell by his grinning face.
Everyone took a seat.
Now the main question⊠WHAT MOVIE TO WATCH? Deacon, Chase and Prunella all had the movie they wanted to watch but they canât watch all of them. It all came down to Buddy to decide.
âI RREEEAAALLLYYYY want to watch the gothic romance PLEASEE!!!â Chase begged
âNo! Thatâs boring! Mines is about a kid who survives in the wild. AND TURNS INTO A UNICORN! A UNICORN!â Prunella tried to convince
âIt doesnât matter who you pick⊠but could you please pick The ship of sorrows live action?â Deacon asked
Buddy was starting to like this attention he was getting. âHmmmmâŠâ Then on the corner of his eye he saw a movie that was on the Home Screen of the TV.
âActually can we watch ____âŠ?â
Everyone immediately agreed on it cause it was such a good movie.
âYES THAT ONE PERFECT!!!â Chase exclaimed
***
It was around 9:00 and it was almost the end of the movie. Prunella rested her head on Chaseâs lap and put her legs on Deaconâs lap. On the other side of Chase was Buddy taking a small Nap. He laid his head on Chaseâs shoulder while his hair wrapped around Chaseâs neck.
Iâm probably gonna add more to this later. This also takes place after my UNO fanfic. Imma write more for in between, after and before this and the Uno event. So it wonât be in order :3. ALSO HOW DO PPL POST STUFF ON AO3???
ALSO SORRY IDK WHAT MOVIE BUDDY WOULD LIKE
#cinderella boy#cinderella boy webtoon#buddy cinderella boy#chase hollow#cinderella boy chase#iâm not super big in the fandom yet#cinderella boy buddy#art#stargoth#webcomic#fanfic#fanart#webtoon cinderella boy
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Omfgffggff I js found u through the nerd guy fic and I'm obsessed!!!
Ik we are all not so sane here so,,,
If I can request a silly rebellious reader and stepdad punishing the reader for hanging out with good for nothing guy friends with skimpy outfits
:3 Thanks!!! ( You don't need to do ... this is straight up crazy ik lol )
Authorâs note: AHH HELLOOO IM SO HAPPY!!! AND OFC SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT!
Content below: use of y/n, AFAB reader, brat taming, punishment, use of nicknames such as babygirl, pet, cheating?, stepcest, minor writing smut, bratty reader, cigars, reader is 18+, dubcon.
Proceed to read..
âUgh i told you, pick me up tomorrow. My stepdad is coming and i wanna act long enough so i can take some money from him. Then you and cain and me can have some fun! You bring the alcohol!â You giggle as you lay down in your very pink and girly room. The teddy bear your stepfather gave you for your birthday just slumping onto your pillows
You giggle as your best friend starts to ramble about how fun tomorrow will be and starts to ask the real questions âyour stepdad is hot! Not gonna lie, i mean! Hes a silver fox!â She squeals as you gag âyuck no! Live with him for a day and youâll see how controlling and bossy he isâ you mumble.
The laptop was still on video call as you roll around on your bed. You sigh as suddenly you hear a doorbell âshit! Be right back!â You yell and slam your laptop closed.
Your feet scramble to the door and open the wood separating you and your money machine.
âDaddy! Welcome homeâ you giggle and hug him. Ugh disgustingâŠhe smells like his cologne and smoke. He looks at you with disinterest and lets out a low hum. His eyes looking at your perked nipples from your lack of bra.
âHave you been studying? As i told you? I gave you two weeksâ he says, pulling away from the hug. What the fuck? Does he have a stick up his ass or something?
Oh yeah about that âah⊠yup!â You say with a lopsided grin, batting your eyelashes at the older man. He seems to see right through you but you dont really care, all you need is a few hours and his money and then you can meet your friends-
âYeah? Ill be testing you tonight.â He says bluntly and starts to head to the kitchen to get dinner for himself.
âWell⊠im heading out cain and nicoleâ you say, a little more happily then you mean to. He takes out a cigar and looks at you dead in the eyes. âNo.â He states bluntly âwearing a skirt that short? Thigh highs? And what is this..â he comes closer to you your chest almost just almost reaching his. He pinches at your left nipple âa flimsy piece of cloth, that you little ones call a top.â
You yelp and cover your chest âwhy the hell were you looking?â
âIm your father, and you are not going out like that, with your so called boyfriend who only wants you for your bodyâ he states. Grabbing the back of your top like a cat would.
He goes to his office and throws you on the chair and locks the door
âQuestion one, look at the fucking paper. A, B, C or D?â He loosens his tie and undoes his pants. Sitting you on his lap âthe faster you finish the faster ill let you goâ he says putting his cigar down.
âFuck! I dont know? B?â You say, you feel something warm against your cunt. You unconsciously grind on the feeling âbad girlâ he says as he pulls your panties aside and shoves the tip inside. You feel the slight burn and you tear up. Sick motherfucker is gonna rape you?
He grabs your waist and shoves everything inside in one go. No lube no nothing. Just raw fucking cock.
You yell and cry âfuck you! You sick piece of shitâ you attempt to get off his lap when he pushes you on your chest. His heavy balls against your clit.
âIts okay babygirl.. you dont need to use your smooth brain anymoreâ he whispers in your ear. Slowly moving in and out of you âyou can be my personal pet from now onâ his fingers gently rubbing circles on your clit. You moan gently, your eyes tearing up at the smell of your stepdad the one you used to love but now.. youâre not sure anymore
âDaddyâŠd-daddyâ you mumble dumbly, his cock slipping in and out of you. Your feet barely touch the floor âim sorry baby, this is your punishmentâ he says before his pace becomes faster and faster. You squeal and try to hold on to him. Your pussy squelches and pulses. Your ass connecting to his hips.
âD-daddy!â You cry. The swirls on your clit becoming faster yet precise âbecoming a dumb little girl already? Poor thing⊠must have been so pent upâ he coos, your brain is turning into mush as your legs shake from the pounding. Your cunny fluttering around him, be groans âah fuckâŠâ
His hand that was once on your clit, now on your nipple. Tweaking them just painful enough for you to keep your sanity in check. âNeed a new piercing on your nipples now. Maybe my initials?â He teases.
âI-im gonna cumâ you manage to mumble out. The wet skin slapping is making your brain fuzzy âdaddy.. i need your cumâ you say your tongue lolling out, awaiting his tongue.
He smirks at your now dumb form and gives a few more thrusts but pulls out at the last second.
âMaybe after you get the questions rightâ he says his gentle smile making you feel warmer.
(SORRY THIS IS BAD ILL WORK ON IT BETTER SOON ENOUGH, I WAS MEANT TO PUT THIS IS DRAFTS BUT ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT)
#yandere male x reader#yandere oc smut#yandere oc x reader#yandere male x reader smut#yandere oc x reader smut#yandere smut#yandere stepdad
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"I hope it's okay if I love you forever"
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Adam x f!reader
cw: cursing, Adam being Adam, kissing, smut.
Summary: Adam asking reader out and getting a bit freaky afterrr
This is the smut version! Fluff version linked here (smut starts after paragraph 7)
a/n: sorry if this version took a bit long to be released! I've been busy with other projects and some requests. Hope you guys enjoy!
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"Aw Lute, I'm gonna fuck this up so bad!" Adam said as he paced back and fourth in his office. "Sir, it's really not that big of a deal. You're only asking her out-" Lute replied before being cut off "Not that big of a deal?! What if the bitch rejects me!? What if..." Adam panicked. He'd been planning on asking you out for months, he just didn't know how..
At first, he was his usual confident, cocky self but as soon as he looked at you, his mind blanked. Since then, he'd been trying to find the perfect moment just to ask you. "God, Lute...whenever I look at her..." Adam smiles as he speaks about you, "Her pretty face...her smile...even her voice is just..fuck, her hot ass voice is-" Lute cuts him off "I get it sir, you love her." "Y-yeah...I love her...a lot..but how the hell do I show it without saying stupid shit and being a fuckin' dick?"
Lute sighs and rolls her eyes "Just...be yourself but completely different, y'know? Girls like that type of thing." Adam inhales and exhales "Promise? What if I fuck the whole thing up?" He says, only slightly panicked now. "You wont. Well, you most likely will, but she wont reject you." Lute chuckles as she smiles for the first time in a while. She quickly goes back to her serious self and shoos Adam away to talk to you. "Now get outta here already!"
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ time skip âœàŒïœ„*Ëâșâ§Í
Adam composed himself in the mirror, practicing what he was gonna say to you. "sooo...Y/n heh...you're pretty hot so- AW FUCK HOW IN HELL DO I DO THIS?!" he says to the mirror. He soon after walks out of his appartment and spots you walking through heaven. He rushes down to you.
When you see him, you immediately fix your clothes and hair, making sure to look extra cute for him. He appears behind you a few seconds later, acting 'cool' "Sup, buttercup~" he says, smirking seductively (or atleast what he thinks will be seductive to you), when in reality he's panicking. He makes a 'cool' pose, leaning against the wall.
"So~...you know how much i love that peice of ass and i also love railing that peice of ass...but...that's not why I'm here," Adam explains "look, you're cute and funny and..fuck..it's the first way I've felt like this since..Lilith.." He begins to blush and breath faster. "god...just-" he's cut off my your lips pressing against his. It was a light peck, but of course it still made his face heat up. He cups your cheeks (FACE đ) and pulls away, smiling.
"So you were gonna ask me out?" you ask while you chuckle. "Y-yeah...I was..I'm taking that kiss as a yes?" he replies as he rubs the back of his neck, anxiously. "Yeah, I'll go out with you, dummy." Adam turns around and fist pumps the air "FUCK YEAH!" he yells, causing a few people to turn around and stare. "So I'll pick you up at 8?" He says as he goes back to his 'cool' pose against the wall. "Eh, right now works too."
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ time skip âœàŒïœ„*Ëâșâ§Í
You guys had just come home from the date (drunk of course) and stumbled into his appartment. You feel Adam's arms wrap around your waist and rub circles on your hips with his thumbs. "You know how crazy you make me, sugartits~" he whispers in your ear, flicking your earlobe with his tongue.
"A-Adam-" you get cut off by his hands slipping into your pants, playing with the waistband of your underwear. "You fucking tease..." you reply to his dirty moves. "C'mon..want me to make those pretty insides of yours feel real fuckin' good?" he whispers into your ear as he picks you up and plops you down on the bed, crawling over you.
You nod. I mean, with those soothing whispers and playful hands, who could say no? He begins to strip off both his and your clothes, making it agonizingly slow. He kisses and licks up your inner thighs, teasing you until you can't take it. "Are you wet for me yet, babe?" All you could do was nod because of the lack of words that would leave your mouth.
He slowly slips down your soaked underwear to reveal your aching pussy. He slides down his own pants and cups the bulge forming through his boxers. "Look at how hard you make me, baby~" He spreads your legs and sticks his pointer and middle finger inside you. The thumb on his free hand circles your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.
Your moans get louder as his hands pick up the pace inside you. He then slowly slides his hands out, fingers dripping and oozing with your juices. He uses his hands to hold your folds open as he sucks your insides.
After a few minutes of Adam eating you out, he finally lets you feel his hard, raw cock inside of you. "All for you, sugartits~" he says as he thrusts in and out. He holds your hips in place and a knot in your stomach begins to build. "A-Adam I-...I-I'm close- Fuck!" you moan out. "That's it baby~ Just let it out, cum all over me~" he says as he thrusts one more time and-
The knot snaps.
You reach your limit and cum all over Adam's cock. "A-Aghh~!!" You moan out uncontrollably. "Just like that baby, fuck, you're so beautifly perfect.." After your climax, you plop down next to Adam and breath heavily. "God, you're so hot." he says as he wraps his arms around you. "I love you..." you reply.
"Same." he chuckles as he kisses the top of your head.
ă~âMasterlistâ~ă
#adam hazbin hotel#adam x reader#adam hazbin x reader#hazbin fanfic#hazbin hotel fanfiction#Hazbin hotel#character x reader#Character x female reader#smut#adam smut#fanfiction#Fanfic#hellaverse#hellaverse fanfiction
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Hi! <3 Youâre like my favorite writer for Artrick! I swear you characterize them perfectlyyy
I keep thinking about the idea of Art and Patrick going on a date when heâs at Stanford. Like obviously Art wouldnât admit itâs a date, but I imagine itâs after Art reluctantly admits that he wants to hang with Patrick alone when he comes to visit and that heâs a bit jealous of Tashi. So they basically have an unofficial date night. How do you think this would go, and how would Art go about initiating something physical between them because heâs obviously not gay right?
Okay but youâre actually such an amazingly talented writer and I love your stuff so much! Thanks so much for this request I honestly donât think I did this ask justice and Iâm sorry it was so long but I hope this attempt brings you some amusement <3
CW: 18+ !NSFW! 3.8kish words
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Itâs not that Art is jealous. Heâs not jealous. Heâs not. But up until now Patrickâs always called him and stopped by on his little trips to Stanford. Itâs not like he expects Patrick to stay long, he knows heâs not the main event⊠but he at least expects him to come by.
So when Patrick shows up at his door three days later, asking if he can stay in Artâs room, Art tries his best not to express his irritation that he hasnât once come by his room till now. And it really stings because Art knows the only reason heâs here now is because of the limit on how many days he can consecutively âvisitâ her dorm.
âYouâre saving me man,â Patrick says, patting his arm as he drops his duffle on Artâs designated chair full of stuff.
Art shrugs. âYeah well. Happy to be an afterthought.â He mumbles.
Patrick raises his eyebrows and then gives him a crooked smile. âYou are never an afterthought.â
âItâs fine,â Art says, already embarrassed that he brought it up. âYouâre dating Tashi Duncan. Itâs totally understandable dude.â He tries to sound nonchalant, hopeful that itâs how he comes across. He feels like he spends so much time these days swallowing down on feelings. Feelings he canât name, feelings he doesnât even really understand. None of them jealousy. Heâs really not jealous.
He does often wonder what they do alone. He thinks about what they do in bed since the most he really knows is that theyâre fucking. He knows Patrick calls her all the time because he doesnât really call Art that much anymore. They used to sit on the phone for hours, barely talking or talking too much, sometimes till late in the night. The same way they did when they were sharing a room in high school. But gradually it became, Patrick leaving the call earlier and earlier. To Patrick not really calling that often at all.
âYou know, you can help me with something actually,â Patrick says, flopping onto Arts bed.
âWhat?â
âIâm taking her on a date tonight, weâre going to get dinner and see a movie.â
âOh,â Art says. âWhat movie?â
âThe new Saw movie. What number are they on now? 11?â Patrick laughs.
âOh I didnât know sheâd like something like that,â Art says carefully.
âYeah well, she saw the first one and she said liked it. She never got around to the others. I asked her if sheâd be scared to see it but she said even if she was⊠she wouldnât mind being scared if I was there. Isnât that kinda⊠hot?â
Art shrugs again, swallowing it down.
âSorry, is this hard to hear?â Patrick asks, patting his cheek.
âFuck off,â Art mutters. âIâm just⊠Iâm thinking about my game on Sunday. Iâm not really worried about your relationship actually.â He lies.
âGood cause I was just gonna ask for your advice on what to wear. She tends to dress up for this kinda thing and I donât want her to be annoyed if I show up in shorts and a t-shirt again.â
âYou want me to help you pick out an outfit?â
âYeah⊠youâre always put together,â Patrick says.
âAll your clothes are tailored. Just pick something.â Art says, dryly.
âOkay but I want to wear something comfortable. Not something that makes me look like Iâm about to donate a hefty sum at some stuffy fundraiser.â
Art sighs, âfine whatâd you bring? Lay it out.â
Patrick empties his duffle on the bed, everything he has that isnât training gear, playing gear and t-shirts is all wrinkled but Art has an iron. He helps Patrick pick something out. Heâs still irritated, but he thinks he covers it well.
Heâs actually stunned by how happy it makes him when Tashi calls and says she has to cancel. She does kids tennis lessons for extra spending money and a client wanted her help to prep for a game in the early morning.
Patrickâs talking to her, his tone understanding making her feel better about canceling last minute and promising to see the movie another time. Heâs such a good boyfriend. Itâs so weird that heâs not fucked it up by now. Art canât remember Patrick ever dating anyone this long before.
Artâs sitting on his bed, back up against the wall, kicking his feet over the edge, listening to him.
âSorry man, youâre stuck with me all night,â Patrick says after he hangs up. He knees the bed and sinks into it, settling down and leaning close to Art, he picks up his half ironed slacks and frowns.
âMm⊠why donât we go out?â Art suggests.
Patrick laughs and so does Art, feeling himself beginning to flush.
âOr⊠I mean⊠we could just hang out. Watch Hellâs Kitchen or something,â Art says quickly. He looks up when Patrick doesn't reply and Patrick is staring at him, a peculiar look on his face.
âFuck it, letâs go out.â Patrick smirks. âYou can be my date.â
âYeah? Why not?â Art smiles. âI mean who says two friends canât go out for dinner and a movie.â
Patrick laughs a bit, his expression flitting quickly between amusement and something Art canât recognize. âMm right. Platonic date night. Here we come. You have something nice right?â
âYeah,â Art says. âI can wear that one shirt I wore to the awards dinner last year.â
âOh yeah, you look so hot in blue, wear that,â Patrick teases.
âShut up,â Art smirks, ignoring the weird feeling that blossoms in his chest after Patrick calls him hot.
They get dressed. Patrickâs clothes fit him so well. Heâs in an outfit that might read as casual (fitted t-shirt, slacks, and a blazer) if not for the simple elegance of it all being quietly wealthy.
Heâs also got a great body and anything fitted on him is going to bring that out. Art doesnât think about his body often or anything like that, itâs just something he notices. The sky is blue, water is wet and Patrick Zweig has a great body. It just is.
They go to the movies first. âI prefer that when I go out on a date, so we have something to talk about over dinner or drinks,â Patrick explains as he drives them over to the theater in his jeep. âYou know in case the date is boring. Not that thatâs ever the case with Tashi. Actually, you know whatâs crazy? I feel like sheâs as easy for me to talk to as you are.â
âHm,â Art says, swallowing down on something bitter in his throat. âWell I think you should try to find a balance. Talk to other people. You donât want to scare her away by only ever talking to her.â
âOh is that what you think?â Patrick says, smirking. âI donât only talk to her actually. Iâve just got a lot of pressure on me. The only time I get a chance to rest Iâm so exhaustedâ I got one phone call in me and so you knowâŠâ
âOh,â Art says. âWell yeah I guess that makes sense.â
âAre you seeing anyone?â Patrick asks.
âMm, I mean⊠I think I might be interested in this girl on the team. Sheâs really good.â Art lies. Heâs not really interested in anyone and heâs probably wasting his time, thinking more about Patrick and Tashi than he spends thinking about his own social life. He wants her so bad unfortunately every other girl he meets just pales in comparison.
â-
Theyâre actually on the 4th Saw movie, and itâs as stupid as Art might have expected. They laugh about it over dinner at Applebees. Patrickâs got this pretty realistic looking fake id so he orders a drink and they split it when the waitress isnât looking. Not that she cares, sheâs also a Stanford student. Sheâs been to a few tennis games to watch Tashi play but she knows Art is the number one singles player on the menâs team.
âYouâre really good,â she smiles at him and he can feel his skin flushing as Patrick grins at him from across the table.
âThanks uhâ but Patrick actually plays professionally.â Art says.
âThatâs so cool,â she says, she smiles at Patrick and then looks back at Art. âI would love to learn to just hit the ball over the net.â She laughs.
âHe can teach you that easy,â Patrick says. Art kicks him under the table and he just grins wider.
âCan you really?â The waitress asks, flipping her pretty blonde hair over her shoulder.
âYeah I mean⊠whenever,â Art says, awkwardly.
âCool, Iâll be back. You guys want anything else?â
Patrick gives Art a meaningful look and then orders a second drink.
âWhen were you gonna tell me you got number one singles?â Patrick asks, watching her as she walks away.
âI figured Tashi told you,â Art says.
âYeah but you should have told me,â Patrick says. âSheâs hot right?â He adds, gesturing back towards the waitress.
âI mean⊠I can tell her you think sheâs hot,â Art says. âI donât think she believes youâre actually dating Tashi anyway.â
Patrick laughs, âGod youâre such a dick. I meant for you. That would be a fun night.â
âI guess,â Art says, rubbing his palms on his lap. Itâs all he has to say for Patrick to keep teasing him throughout the rest of the night, getting her to come back over and flirt with Art. He orders more and more drinks which she happily brings over.
In spite of the teasing, itâs actually really fun. Of course Art has been to movies with Patrick before, even gone out to dinner with him and their friends or family before, but this feels different. Art canât figure out why⊠maybe because he gets to be in Tashiâs place. Maybe because it feels like old times.
They probably spend two and half hours in Applebees talking about the movie, high school, tennis, their parents, video games, girls and anything else that pops into their heads. They only leave because its 12 am and the restaurantâs closing. By then theyâve split a total of six cocktails and Art is feeling so tipsy.
âHow much is it?â He asks when the waitress brings the bill.
âIâll take care of it,â Patrick says.
âDude itâs okay we can split,â Art says.
âNo relax, itâs our platonic date night, right?â Patrick pulls out his credit card. âI can give you this though.â
He hands Art the non singable copy of the receipt and on the bottom the waitress left a note: For whenever you decide to teach me how to serve, Jenny. Followed by her phone number and a heart.
âShe drew a heart and everything,â Patrick teases.
âItâs for you,â Art says, shyly.
âItâs so clearly for you, Stanford boy,â Patrick smirks.
âWe probably have to take a cab home,â Art hiccups. Changing the subject. He does slip the receipt into his jeans pocket though.
âOh yeah,â Patrick says. âYouâre so responsible by the way. I love that about you.â
Art snorts a laugh and Patrick starts laughing too. Patrick leaves a big tip and they call a cab. Art promises to come back with him to pick up his jeep in the morning and they share a cigarette while waiting for the cab. When it arrives they hop in the backseat for the 25 minute ride back to campus.
Artâs feeling sleepy, the combination of food, alcohol and a long car ride is lethal for him. He closes his eyes, head slipping to settle on Patrickâs shoulder. Distantly, he feels Patrick rest a hand on his thigh and he opens his eyes, suddenly wide awake. It should be a nothing feeling but Art goes rigid, he feels it all up and down his spine and even worse, his cock starts to wake up.
âDid you have fun?â Patrick asks, quietly.
âYeah,â Art says, he stares at the meter on the cab. He feels so dizzy and confused as Patrickâs fingers play a light pitter patter along his thigh.
âIâm sorry Iâm not⊠free all the time. Like in high school, you know?â His voice is soft, Art can almost feel the vibration of it from where heâs leaning. He can feel Patrickâs breath on his cheek. It makes no sense the way his body is reacting. Maybe heâs drunker than he thought.
âUh,â Art sits up. âDonât worry about it. Weâre both umâ busy.â
âI know,â Patrick says, heâs still playing the pattern on Artâs thigh. âBut I feel like Iâve been neglecting you.â
Art feels anxious, he looks up front, he can see the driver glancing back at them in the rear view. âLook⊠obviously your girlfriend comes first. We can do bro stuff wheneverâŠâ Art says as he gently eases Patrickâs hand off his thigh even though it feels nice. His heart is racing like heâs running some kind of marathon he doesnât know why but itâs probably just the drinks. All the alcohol making his head all fuzzy.
âYeah,â Patrick sighs. âBro stuff.â He rests his head against the back of the seat and theyâre mostly quiet for the rest of the ride. Arts mind is racing. All he can think about is how close they are but how much it feels like something is slipping away.
The halls are mostly empty as they get back to the dorm. Thereâs a few students still up. A couple talking softly to each other. One girl on the floor with her headphones plugged in watching something on her laptop. Some guy exits his room, talking on his cellphone as he breezes past them.
âYou think I can sneak back to her room or no?â Patrick asks, one arm resting on the door frame as Art leans in to unlock his room.
Art feels his heart still beating oddly fast, probably because Patrick is right behind him. Heâs never been able to manage personal space as long as theyâve been friends but right now Art is just so⊠aware of him. âYou can stay here. Itâs just one night. Iâll even let you have the bed all to yourself.â Art says.
âItâd be two nights. I leave on Sunday.â
âOkay, two nights then,â Art pushes open the door, breaking the closeness. It feels like a temporary bit of relief.
Patrick follows him in and slips off his shoes. âThatâs the one thing I hate about dressing up. Fucking boat shoes.â
Art smiles. âIâm really drunk I think.â He says, kicking off his own shoes.
âYeah?â Patrick smirks.
âYeah, I donât know how Iâm gonna make it to practice tomorrow.â
âIsnât it in the afternoon?â Patrick pulls off his jacket and then his t-shirt. He digs through his duffle for something to put on.
âYeah but still.â Art realizes then heâs been watching Patrick undress, like he hasnât seen him butt naked before. He shakes his head and goes to change into his own night clothes.
âDonât be mad,â Patrick says as Art gets his jeans off.
âWhat?â
âI think I need a session, maybe I found that waitress hotter than I realized,â heâs in his boxers holding himself. His eyes fall over Artâs body.
Art looks down and swallows. Heâs seen Patrick erect before⊠even touched it⊠But they were a lot younger last time. Theyâd actually grown out of doing it in front of each other a long time ago.
But ever since Patrick brought up that night⊠ever since they kissed⊠Artâs mind would occasionally wander to what it might be like to see it again. And now there it was⊠just⊠right in front of him. Patrick holding it idly like itâs not ridiculous to be carrying all of that around. Artâs fingers twitch, his mouth is suddenly too wet and he swallows again. The worst part⊠heâs getting hard.
Patrick sighs. âIâll go in the bathroom.â
âUmâŠâ Art can hear his heartbeat in his ears, he sits on his bed just because his knees are shaky. âI thought⊠I think sheâs hot too.â
Patrick is still for a moment watching him, before he smiles and approaches Art. âRight? I think it was the skirt. I mean those fucking legs.â
Art nods. He reaches for Patrick. His head is all fuzzy, his ears are ringing and Patrick straddles him on the bed. Art touches it through his boxers. Itâs heavy and really, really full.
Patrick eases his fingers into Artâs hair. âAnd sheâs blondeâŠ.I think I like blondes more than I should.â
Art grips him properly. Itâs not just lengthy, itâs thick. The only thing he can think about is what it might feel like inâ inâ just in.
He rubs it up and down, like itâs his own. Heâs never done anything like this before so heâs shocked when Patrick reacts, âFuck,â he gasps, this quiet sound that makes Art shiver. Art grabs at the front of his boxers and eases them down, revealing a shock of dark hair and Patrickâs cock as it bobs forward. Circumcised, all pink, and all so real. So much bigger than the last time Art saw it like this.
He leans over and licks at the shaft.
âWhoa,â Patrick breathes and then he chuckles.
âI uhââm sorry,â Art looks up at him, anxious that maybe this is too much, too far. That he did something wrong.
âGod Art. Youâre so fuckingâŠâ Patrick breathes and settles down on Artâs lap. He takes Artâs face in his hands and kisses him. Art breathes in as their lips touch. It almost feels the way it felt that night. Something warm, almost on fire. Their chemistry overwhelming.
God, is he into this? Is he into Patrick? He thought it was all because of Tashi but this still feels good even when sheâs not watching. And right now Art knows he wants to feel more of Patrickâs tongue. He wants to lick his cock again. His mouth hasnât really stopped feeling wet, but the kiss feels good in spite of itâŠmaybe because of it. He finds himself exploring every inch of Patrickâs mouth. His heart is still racing. He knows Patrick can feel how hard he is. The way he feels Patrick poking against his stomach. He grips it and gets excited when Patrick hums a pretty little moan.
Patrick eases them out of the kiss and looks at Art, fingers tangled in his hair. His cheeks are all flushed and rosey. His freckles are so vivid up close. Heâs actually incredible. âYou want to taste it again?â He asks, brushing up against Artâs lips.
âMmhm,â Art nods.
Patrick takes a deep breath and he actually stands up in front of Art, so his cock is just right in front of Arts face. Art stares at him and nibbles on his thumb. Patrickâs got freckles on his tummy, just a couple spattered here and there. Art wants to lick those too.
He sits up and grips Patrickâs cock again. It feels so warm he must run at a thousand degrees. Art licks at him. He can see the way Patrickâs muscles tense. Hear his little breaths. Art starts licking more. Up and down, all over the length of him. He likes how it feels along his tongue. The heat of it, how soft and solid it is at the same time. He likes the taste and the smell, salty and heady. He sees the pearls leaking from the tip and tastes that. He really likes how it tastes so he sucks on the tip a little more. And itâs all punctuated by the way its affecting Patrick.
âMm, fuck sweetheart, I know you want to explore but this feels insane.â Patrick breathes. âYouâre gonna mess around and make me shove it in your mouth.â
Art feels warm at the way he says sweetheart. And the thought that Patrick might lose control over him.
He opens up and takes in more.
âFuuckk,â Patrick sighs like heâs sinking into a warm bath. Art closes his eyes and runs his tongue over the length. Heâs almost sure he can taste Patrickâs heart beating through it. It feels incredible and Patrick starts moaning for him which makes Art begin to lose himself in it. Itâs too big to get it all inside at once but he tries to take a little more. His mouth is so wet that when he pulls back spit drips onto his thighs. He licks and then takes it in again, more this time.
âOh shit,â Patrick gasps. He starts moving his hips like he canât control himself and Art needs to grab on to keep him from shoving it too deep. But he likes the sliding feeling as it moves back and forth over his tongue. His own cock is aching. He feels like he might start pushing up against the air too. Itâs so hot how heâs the one doing this to Patrick. Itâs all him. His mouth. His tongue.
âCan you look at me?â Patrick gasps.
Art hums and looks up as itâs sliding out of his mouth, he takes a small breath before taking it back in again but his mouth starts filling immediately. Art feels it hot and thick slipping down his throat and he starts coughing. Which makes it start spilling everywhere, dripping off his lips and Patrickâs still coming so Art licks around the tip to try and taste it.
âNo⊠wait, fuck, fuck⊠thatâs too sensitive just⊠relax,â Patrick gasps, breathlessly. He pulls his shorts back up and stumbles to sit on the bed next to him. He rubs his thumb over Artâs messy lips, Art licks at it and Patrick smiles letting him suck it for a minute before pulling it away and sucking it into own mouth. âCome here.â He rubs his thighs.
Art stares at him for a minute and then moves to straddle him. âSit,â Patrick says, softly.
Art settles on his lap.
âHave you ever done that before?â Patrick asks, rubbing him over his boxers.
âNo, is it okay?â Art asks, his voice a little hoarse.
âSo fucking okay,â Patrick says and he starts kissing him immediately. It feels so satisfying, rubbing his tongue along Patricks after having a mouth full of him. He feels Patrickâs fingers ease into his boxers, gripping his cock where Patrick starts jerking him off properly. That combined with the stimulation from the kissing makes Art finish embarrassingly quickly all over Patrickâs fingers and in his shorts.
âMm I need another cigarette,â Patrick laughs, licking his fingers and gazing at Art.
Art swallows hard, mildly panicked now that heâs back in his right mind. He climbs off of Patrickâs lap.
âWhat?â Patrick asks. âAnd donât say sorry.â
Art bites his tongue and takes a deep breath. âI think I drank too much.â
Patrick grins. âI donât know. You kinda spilled some of it,â he gestures to Artâs lap, a bit of pearly liquid settled there.
âThatâs not funny,â Art says, biting down on a smile.
âOh itâs really funny.â Patrick says, getting to his feet.
âWhere are you going?â Art asks. Strangely enough he just kinda wants to be near him.
âIâm gonna wash my hands,â he says. âAnd clean up a bit.â
Art bites his lip.
âYou want to come?â
Art nods and gets to his feet. âIâll just brush my teeth and um⊠change myâŠâ he gestures vauguely.
Patrick smirks and beckons for Art to lead the way. âSo,â Patrick says. âWhere do you wanna go tomorrow night?â
#challengers#challengers 2024#art donaldson#patrick zweig#tashi duncan#challengers fic#challengers smut#art x patrick#artrick
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BROKEN HEARTS
bsf!Matt x bsf!reader
summary-Reader gets cheated on by her boyfriend and doesnât know what to do so gets really drunk and ends up calling Matt.
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Y/NâS POV
Tears threatened to fall down my face as I stood and watched him there at our favourite place but with her. A short blonde girl reached out holding his hand smiling at him when the waiter came over handing them their food he got the same meal as did when it was me with him.
I turn around brushing past people running to my car. I sat in the drivers seat head in my hands sobbing uncontrollably gasping harshly I look up, wiping my tears, starting the car starting to drive. No plan on where Iâm going just going wherever I end up.
I park the car outside a well known club walking in sitting down on a barstool. âtwo shots of Vodka.â I say to the bartender who hands me two shot glasses filling them up. I pick them both up in each hand downing both of them before slamming them back on the table. âtwo more pleaseâ the bartender looks at me before filling the glasses up. âbad day?â He asks âvery.â I reply downing the shots again. âIâll have aâŠvodka cran please.â He nods replacing the shot glasses with a bigger glass.
After many drinks,more tears and hours of dancing I stumble out the door grabbing my phone from my pocket my vision blurred but able to make out the contact of my best friend Matt.
âMattttâŠâ I slur into my phone
âY/n where are you?â Matt speaks
âClubâŠhe cheated on me.â I laugh at the unfamiliar words.
âWhat? Iâm coming to pick you up stay there!â Matt says seriously as I hear him rushing around.
âItâs fineee yâdonât need toâ I deny his offer
âY/n your waisted thereâs no way youâre getting home any other way Iâm on my way now.â Matt tells me before hanging up the phone
Matts car pulls up outside. I walk over tripping over my own feet sitting in the passenger seat. It all hits me once as he drives off and the music from the club fades into the distance. Tears paint my face as I throw my hands to cradle my face as I let all my emotions out. Matt doesnât say anything except resting his free hand on my knee.
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You arrive at Matts house walking up the stairs into his bedroom. Matt sits you on the bed as he grabs a hoodie and sweatpants before laying them next to you. âIâm gonna run you a bath then weâll talk. yeah?â Matt breaks the silence. You nod getting up grabbing Mattâs clothes.
You finish the bath wrapping a towel around you to dry off then putting your Mattâs hoodie on. You walk out the bathroom to see Matt layed on his bed scrolling through his phone. You had sobered up by now and wasnât stumbling around the place. You go around to the other side of his bed a glass of water and Advil on the bedside table probably for the next morning. ây/n what happened?â Matt asks putting his phone on his lap. You explain the whole situation of you walking into a restaurant to see him with another girl so you got in your car and ended up at the club. Matt listens the whole time his eyes staying on you, you werenât even sure if he blinked. You stop talking and looked up from your lap a small frown on your face. âoh y/n. You should have called me the second you got in the car. Have you messaged him?â Matt questions. You shake your head âno. I donât know what to sayâ
Matt sighs putting his hand out for your phone. You unlock your phone handing it to him. He typed out a message before showing it you for confirmation to send it. You nod and press send yourself. âthank you Matt.â You smile at him resting your head on his shoulder a wave of tiredness hitting you suddenly and Matt notices. âitâs okay. Rest baby Iâll see you in the morning.â Matt whispers kissing your head as you drift into a deep, safe sleep.
#fluff#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo fluff#matt fluff#matt sturniolo#matt x y/n#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#tara yummy#johnnie guilbert#jake webber#angsty
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#our washing machine broke last weekend and my dad told me yesterday to put all my dirty clothes (the ones i wear to uni) in a bag#so he could take them to my grandma's and she'd wash them and then he'd go get them#but now i ask him if he's gonna go pick my clothes up and he gets annoyed ????#like. mister ?? you want me to go without pants or what#i'd think it was obvious he'd go now because i need clothes for tomorrow#but i mean. he gets annoyed whenever someone asks something of him so whatever#i guess now's my fault he has to go to my grandma's to get my clothes boohoo#đđđđ#cami.txt
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Giving up
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Coaxing your neighbor into having sex with you although he's unsure since he's much, much older than you
Warnings: big ass unspecified age-gap, Jackson!Joel is a softie Smut| unprotected piv, crempie, insicure!joel, sub!joel, also my man has trouble lasting cause he's not done this in a very long time.
a/n:i needed to write some cheesy romantic stuff, and maybe it doesn't really make all that sense in this story and maybe i cried while writing this cause no one is ever gonna love me like this but so what bitch leave me alone (i also am i lil tipsy as i proofread this, so ignore any mistakes pls)
Part 1
"did you do something to your hair?"
Tommy was standing on Joel's doorstep, looking at him as if he were an alien.
"I washed 'em" he grumbled, "what do you want?"
His brother couldn't help but huff out a laugh
"someone's in a good mood today"
"I've gotta be somewhere, just tell me what you want"
Tommy's interest was only piqued more.
there stood his brother, his clothes perfectly clean- maybe even ironed- his hair... styled, his beard trimmed...
something was definitely going on.
"Where are you going?"
Joel rolled his eyes now, shooting his little brother a death glare
"none of your business"
Oh he knew what was going on...
"Who is she?"
"Tommy-"
"Is it Jessica? I bet 's Jessica, she's always flirting with you you ol' dog-"
Joel swore he was gonna punch him- he was already running late because of how long he took to pick his clothes- finding a flannel that wasn't completely worn out turned out to be real fucking hard.
He felt stupid for how much effort he'd put into getting ready, he felt stupid for how anxious he was, but most of all... he wanted his brother to go away.
"There ain't no one, Tommy- now, if there ain't anything you need, please go-"
But just then- just when he was finally going to get rid of him, your sweet, soft voice made its way to his ears.
"Hi Joel! Hi Tommy!" You smiled from your porch, waving your hand at him and his brother "You didn't forget about today, did you Joel?"
What in the actual fuck?
Tommy did a double-check, looking between you and his brother, and when he finally confirmed that it was actually him you were talking to, you whom he'd gotten all dolled up for, he couldn't do anything but let out a slow, long breath.
"No I didn't- I'll be there in a minute, darlin'!" Joel was answering you as his brother regained his ability to speak
"well... Fuck. Me" he was in awe, his voice barely a murmur
"it ain't like that" Joel was quick to intervene "'m just fix-"
"'m sure it ain't" Tommy let out a chuckle, his hand going to pat his brother's back "You fucking lucky bastard"
"Tommy I know she's young bu-"
"shut up man" he laughed "Just go have fun, you asshole"
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"Sorry 'm late, Tommy was just-"
You smiled at his words, shaking your head
"It's ok, Joel" you cooed as you let him in,
He gave you a soft little smile, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
Joel Miller didn't smile just at anyone.
"water?" you asked, leading him to the kitchen.
"Uhm- sure"
His heart was damn near beating out of his chest already- for no fucking reason at all.
Well except the obvious one... you'd sucked his dick and he'd eaten you out three days ago- and you'd made it clear you wanted more.
Jesus Christ, he felt like a fourteen-year-old with his first crush.
You watched him as he sipped on the glass.
"So?" a soft smirk was caged between your teeth "Did you think about it?"
He damn near choked.
Which didn't make any sense, he was expecting this, he already knew you'd ask.
He cleared his throat, diverting his eyes from you "I-I have"
"And?"
You'd gotten closer, your expectant eyes studying every inch of his face
pleasepleasepleaseplease say yes
"Did- didn't you have something that needed fixing?"
Oh for fuck's sake
"joel" you called for him in what almost sounded like a plead.
"darlin' just... lemme fix your cabinet first"
This man was gonna be the goddamn death of you.
"ok"
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As it turns out, in many different ways.
Who knew watching him fix something would turn out to be so fucking hot?
He'd rolled his shirt up so that his strong forearms and a glimpse of his beautiful bite-worthy biceps were showing, his hands moved so very expertly that they couldn't help but bring back memories of what those same fingers had done to you just a few days ago, and his face... he looked so hot when he was all in his head, concentrated only on the task before him-
or so you thought.
"You're gonna stare at me the whole time?"
A soft laugh escaped your lips
"don't mind me- just enjoying the view"
He huffed out a laugh as he went back to work, but you couldn't help but notice the fact he pushed his sleeves ever further up his arms, giving you more of a view of his delectable skin.
What a tease
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"there we go" he said after some time, opening and closing the cabinet one final time to make sure "all done"
For the record, this time you hadn't even done it on purpose, the cabinet had actually broken. It was like fate was sending you a message.
You awakened from your daydreams as he stood up to his full height, and hopped off the stool you were sitting on to walk closer to him, noticing some dampness in your panties while doing so...
It wasn't your fault... he was the one looking way too hot doing such a simple task.
"thank you" You smiled up at him, your hands going to his chest,
He held his breath for a moment
"'s nothing babygirl"
"yeah? then... you think you could check my bedroom too?" you were biting your lip in a way that made your question take on a whole different meaning "to make sure nothing needs fixing y'know?"
"In your... bedroom?"
"yes, Joel- please" you added, with your best innocent doe eyes.
Which of course made him fold in a matter of seconds.
You'd taken on a different tactic. It was obvious at this point that the man was too shy and too unsure to give you an answer (or the one you wanted to hear anyway), which is why you needed to present him with the actual possibility right in front of him.
And yeah maybe it was manipulative, but fuck it if you didn't wanna feel the man inside of you.
The flashbacks of what he did to you on that bed filled his mind the moment he stepped into the room.
He needed to get a grip or he wouldn't be able to hide his growing bulge in a minute.
"Everything seems right"
"yeah? 'm not sure about the bed" you hummed, desperately hoping he would just go along with it "it makes a weird sound when I get on it"
He turned to you then, his eyes locking with yours for an infinite second.
"try" you said finally, nodding to the bed.
He watched you for a moment longer before, surprising you, he did it- he sat on the bed.
The mattress creaked underneath his weight, and you made quick work of strolling closer to him as he pressed his palms on the bed, checking for the inexistent "weird sound"
"it don't look like there's anythin' wron-" he looked up the moment your hands found his shoulders "Whatcha doin'? sweethear-"
You were sat on his lap before he could even finish the sentence.
"Joel" you spoke his name softly, as if it were a caress, your hands slowly moving up and down from his shoulders to his pecs, as you finally scooted closer to him so your core was right against the hardness in his jeans-
He inhaled sharply, his fingers curling on the bed.
"would you like to have sex with me or not?"
You accentuated your words with a slow roll of your hips, grinding onto him and making a soft groan build inside his throat
"this- this ain't really fair sugar"
A smirk pulled at your lips as you lowered your head to whisper in his ear "I never said I didn't play dirty, Mr. Miller"
Your right hand trailed lower, moving down his belly so slowly that Joel thought he might just lose his mind.
"You're y-young baby-"
Your hand had found his crotch, the outline of his dick fitting in your hand oh so perfectly.
"we've gone over this already Joel, I'm old enough" you purred, your lips leaving a peck just below his ear "old enough to do many many things"
He cursed under his breath
"I just... I don't understand"
A breathy laugh escaped you
"there's not much to understand really" you murmured "You're hot, and I like you, and I wanna get in your pants"
That earned you a chuckle
"and you're sure you won't regret this?" he asked, "you sure this is what you really want- that- that you don't want to give a boy your age a chance instead of me?"
You smiled as you looked up at him,
you'd never met a man so sweet
"Joel, I promise you I'm sure" you whispered "I promise you this is what I want, you are what I want"
Fucking damn it
How could he ever say no after that?
With those gentle eyes of yours looking at him, with your hand right over his cock...
"So?"
He was gonna think about the consequences tomorrow. Now- now there was only you.
"yes"
That single word sounded better than any song you'd ever heard.
yes
Your lips were on his before he could even think of changing his mind- and god did they feel like a dream.
His soft stubble grazed against your cheeks and upper lip, as you deepened the kiss, as he opened up to you, closing his eyes only after he'd taken you in, only after he could admire all that was happening to him for some godforsaken reason.
A growl rumbled from his chest when your core found his dick again, grinding onto it in a way, that combined with the way your tongue was tasting every inch of him, was making him see stars.
He didn't think he'd kissed like this in 30 years,
making out seemed like such a distant thing from him, he was much too old to do something like this, and yet... everything about you made him feel like a teenager all over again, so perhaps it was fitting-
and god he had forgotten how amazing it felt.
You started undoing his flannen, not even dreaming of breaking the kiss, and once you opened his shirt up, once his big strong chest was right there before you, you just had to look at it.
You leaned away, his lips chasing yours making you smile as your gaze lowered.
Jesus, he was the hottest man you'd ever seen.
Some hair and freckles adorned his pecs, his little belly was ever so cutely fighting against his jeans- his skin was soft beneath your palms as they explored every inch they could reach.
He was looking at you, watching your blow-out eyes, wondering what potion you'd drank to be this mesmerized by what he had to offer.
You smiled once you caught him, leaning closer to leave a quick kiss on his lips.
"take off your clothes"
You got off of him, and once he saw you get rid of your shirt, your boobs pushed together by a simple black bra that somehow, at the moment, seemed like the sexiest thing in the world, he rushed to follow suit, nearly tripping getting off his pants.
The moment he looked at you again, the world- the universe, it all went quiet.
You stood naked before him, a soft, perfect little thing, looking like a damn dream.
"babygirl" he could only breathe as you reached him again.
"What?" you laughed
"I-I don't even know"
You shook your head, grinning from ear to ear as he pressed his mouth on yours again.
He was already addicted.
In a haze, you found yourself on the bed, your body caged beneath his, his tongue fighting with yours, his hands all over- You almost had the urge to laugh at how desperate he seemed, how frantically he was touching every inch of you, exploring every piece of skin-
His hands were on your tits, fingers gently playing with your nipples, then on your belly, your waist, your ass, your thighs, until finally, he found your core, but before he had the time to fully reach it you'd switched up with him, straddling his lap as he laid flat on his back... only he couldn't keep away for even a second and he immediately sat up, grabbing your waist.
He couldn't even begin to complain that you'd already grabbed his cock, positioning it at your entrance.
You couldn't wait anymore- you needed him now.
"Wait-" he murmured, his breathing labored already "you sure you're... y'know ready?"
Oh my god, you swore you were gonna fall for him if he kept this shit up.
"Joel" you smiled, looking into his big brown eyes "I've been wet since you fixed the cabinet"
"I-" he blushed "You-you sure?"
You didn't answer him, you simply took one of his hands in yours and guided him to feel just how much you were telling the truth.
"Fuck"
"yeah" you smirked "that's just what you do to me, Mr. Miller"
Jesus fuck
Joel didn't think his cock had ever been so hard.
You didn't give him time to do or say anything- he'd gathered that's how you did things by now- as you slowly, oh so very slowly, started sinking onto him.
He was big, the kind of big you'd be feeling tomorrow morning. The stretch hurt just right, so overwhelmed by the unadulterated pleasure that it was barely there.
Soft little moaned gasps spilled from your lips with every inch added, your eyes were closed, only focusing on the extraordinary feeling as your nails clawed at Joel's chest.
Until, finally- you'd done it. You were fully sat on his cock, and while your eyelids fluttered open, you regained your ability to hear- to hear the curses leaving Joel's mouth between ragged breaths
"Jesus Christ- Jesus fucking Christ- Goddamnit"
His grip on your waist was so tight you were sure it was gonna leave a bruise... not that you were complaining.
"you ok?"
His eyes were shut close and creases of effort filled his forehead, while his chest went up and down as he desperately tried to breathe.
"Joel?"
He swallowed tightly, now breathing in through his nose before exhaling from his mouth.
"d-don't move"
You smiled as you promised "I won't"
God this was fucking embarrassing.
He'd spent three days training.
And yes he wasn't sure he would have said yes, but still, better safe than sorry- except for the fact it clearly hadn't worked.
He had spent three days fucking his own fist and trying to last as much as possible and he did do progress... but this... this was fucking nothing like what he'd felt in the last twenty years.
He was so fucked
"I-I'm sorry" he gritted out, sounding almost defeated "I- I haven't done this in a long time darlin'"
"And you... you feel so fuckin' good- fuck"
Your walls had inadvertently squeezed around him at his words, making a groan rumble in his chest.
"You have nothing to apologize for Joel"
he would have told you that your voice was making everything worse if he weren't so preoccupied with trying to calm his dick down.
"take all the time you need"
And so he did, his eyes remained closed as he breathed through the initial shock, until finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was back.
He had to stifle a moan once he opened his eyes back up.
There you were, your beautiful eyes trained on his with such gentleness and care that it made where his gaze fell to feel even more sinful.
Your boobs were barely touching his chest, and yet they could have been in his face for the effect they had on him- his hands were on your waist, holding onto your soft flesh, your thighs were straddling his lap, giving him no choice but to finally look between your bodies, where you two connected.
"Darlin'" he murmured, hypnotized
You smiled, watching him admiring you in silence
"You look..."
Every word that came to mind wasn't enough, you were otherwordly, you were perfection... so he just settled on the simplest, and perhaps truest of them all.
"you're beautiful"
Your cheeks burned with heat as his gaze came back to yours.
"so are you, Joel"
And that was that.
His lips found yours again, and you couldn't stop your hips as they started moving, rocking back and forth and bringing little waves of ecstasy to your core.
A desperate moan spilled from yours to Joel's mouth as he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you into an even deeper kiss as he started following your movements.
Your hands went to the back of his neck, grabbing at the hair at the nape of it as you finally started bouncing on his dick, and god- god it was even better than you could have ever imagined
The loudest growl sounded from his throat as you worked yourself up and down on his shaft.
He was in another universe, his actions were only reflexes as the hand not tangled in your hair found your tits and then your ass, grabbing at it with tenderness and need.
"Oh Joel" you cried, his dick filling you up better than anything ever before.
You could quite literally feel him in your stomach, every little vein and ridge of skin creating a permanent dent inside of you that only he was ever gonna be able to fill.
"sweetheart- fuck" he groaned on his own, your breaths mixing as you ghosted each other's mouths, his eyes raking over your body and face, while yours couldn't help but roll to the back of your head as his manhood hit a particularly good spot.
"You feel so- good Joel" you whimpered mindlessly, now quickening your pace, desperation taking over you completely.
the sound of him entering your drenched core mixed with the bed creaking underneath you as you drove yourself closer and closer to heaven.
The sound of his name falling from your lips was something that filled Joel's chest with an indescribable feeling, he felt on top of the word, and at the same time... at the same time he wished it had never left your mouth because it was now forever imprinted in his brain, and he knew nothing was ever gonna compare to it.
Oh and also- also it was making his little lasting problem real fucking hard to control.
But he was nothing if not a gentleman,
You were gonna come, he wasn't gonna have it any other way.
His hand lowered down your belly as you kept chasing your release, looking like a damn glimpse of paradise, until his thumb found your clit.
"Oh fuck" you moaned, your eyes snapping open to look at him- a dark glaze of lust shading your iris.
Joel realized too late that he hadn't taken into account how fucking tight you'd get, and was now really paying the consequences.
Plus when you looked at him like that... maybe just this one time he could not be a gentleman- I mean it's not like he had much choice, he was trying his hardest but- shit
"darlin'" he mumbled, his thumb circling your bud "w-where do ya- where do ya want it?"
You moaned louder just at the thought of him coming
"Inside"
It wasn't even a question
"N-no sweetheart I-I shouldn-"
"Joel" you interrupted him, your lips grazing his as you talked, your grip on his hair tightening "I want you to fill me up until I can feel you leaking out of me for days"
Good Christ and heaven
"Fuck me" he cursed, all his strength going on not coming right there and then "Darlin' please- tell me you're close"
You were already seeing stars as he spoke
"I'm close, baby- oh fuck" you cried "Joel!"
A tsunami of lust-filled pleasure coursed through your veins as your orgasm hit like a damn truck.
You couldn't even remember your name as you screamed his own into the thick air, as you moaned and cried and spasmed around him, feeling him do exactly what you'd asked- filling you up to the very brim.
He'd started coming the moment you did- he couldn't do anything about it, it was just unadulterated perfection-
His head fell between your neck and shoulders as groaned like a man possessed,
until finally, after a good three minutes, you were both back to the land of the living.
He looked twenty years younger when he looked at you again, and you- you looked like the most beautiful woman on earth.
A soft smile pulled at your lips, and you couldn't help but ask "How long before we can do it again?"
And fuck him, but his age didn't matter, with those eyes of yours, it might very well be minutes.
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Simon taking care of you when you accidentally injured yourself. Just fluff cuz I need fluff :D .
cw: pet names (princess, love etc.)
âSimon, Iâm home!â
You opened the front door, only to see Simon sitting on the couch. Hearing your voice, he raised his head from the book he was infatuated with these days, and a low hum left him as a welcome.
âIâll go shower first, the weatherâs hot as hell, and Iâm stink.â
You tossed the key onto the plate, nonchalantly passed your lover, but Simon could sense the difference in your movements.
âStop.â
He stood up from the couch, and came straight towards you.
Oh no, youâre so fucked up.
âHey, Si! Iâm dirty! put me down!â
Simon ignored your yelling, scooping you up and over his shoulder.
âDonât move.â
He demanded, and you swallowed hard when he grabbed your left ankle, and lifted the trouser legs.
âYouâre hiding this from me?â His coffee-like brown eyes narrowed in disapproval, throwing you daggers while all you could do was let out a sigh.
âSorry, Simon. Donât want to concern you.â
Crooking his eyebrow, Simon darted his eyes back to observe the wound on your left calf. A long, deep cut went across half of your flesh, blood just managed to stop dripping, and fortunately didnât stick your injury to the clothes.
âWhere do you get this?â
âThe parking lot of the market. Didnât see a rock and stumble over it, and the pin sticking out of a wall dug into my leg when I tried to steady myself.â You shrugged.
You knew he was worried and hated to see you get hurt, thatâs why you try to sneak to the bathroom and deal with it yourself. Simonâs eyes softened when he learned how you get yourself injured, but you had a feeling that he wouldnât allow you to do things alone for at least a week.
âletâs go shower.â He picked you up swiftly as if you weighed nothing, and you just melted into his touch.
âYou gonna help me?â Even though you knew the answer, you still asked when he strode to the bathroom.
âYou think thereâs other options?â
â... No.â
âGood Girl.â planting a kiss on your forehead, he kicked open the door.
âClose your eyes, donât want to sting them, love.â
Your satisfied grumble when his hands attentively scratched your head made Simon chuckle. He put you in the warm bathtub, and the little chair looked comical under his bulky stature, but you didnât laugh at him this time, instead focusing on his hands.
His hands, working magically through your hair, carefully not to tug your hair with too much strength. The hands that always protect you, the hands that are littered with scars, soaked with blood, but massage your shoulders when you are tired, shuffle your hair when you playfully argue with him, place on your belly when he hugs you from behind and whispered his affection to you.
He reserved all his tenderness to you, and you wondered why you were lucky enough to have this man as yours.
âTold you to close your eyes, love.â
You smiled when Simon finally discovered you had been staring at him from the start.
âAm I not allowed to watch my beautiful husband?â
âDonât complain when the sud run into those pretty eyes then.â He huffed out a laugh.
When it came to you, he just couldnât do anything but surrender to your adorable cheekiness. He thought when he couldnât help but give your cheek a peck.
You sat on the edge of your bed now. Simon had dry your hair, and made you put on your underwear and his black shirt.
He was kneeling in front of you now, picking through the gauze and disinfectant. He seemed to find all the things he needed. Placing them aside, he took your ankle in his hand again.
âItâll hurt a bit.â
He traced circles on your thigh to soothe the pain when he sprayed the antiseptic on your wound and waited for it to dry.
âYouâre doing well, love. Weâre almost finished.â
He cooed when he saw you blinked away a tear hanging on the corner of your eye.
Nodding, you watched him cover the wound with gauze and secure it.
âThank you, Si.â
You chanted softly when his thumb caressed on the tape. Simon didnât let go of your ankle when you thanked him, but landed a kiss beside the gauze.
âA spell for faster healingâ The childish glints in his eyes were obvious when he lifted his head to meet your eyes.
âDonât know youâre such a romantic person, baby.â You poke his cheek with a laugh.
âGuess thereâs more of me yet for you to figure out.
He threw the bottles back into the medkit, and finally stood up after kneeling for ten minutes.
âAnything you want now, princess?â
âcuddle with me, Simon. The wound hurts.â
âWhoâs the one trying to hide it thirty minutes ago?â
Lying on your back on the bed, his blonde hair shined under the light, but not brighter than the languid smirk he wore on his lips.
âAre you saying you donât want to cuddle with me now?â
âAre there other options?â
âof course not, handsome.â You worm yourself into the comforter, and beckoned him to join you.
Slump down on the bed, he wiggled himself into his usual cuddling posture, arms snaked around your waist, and covered your belly with his palm.
âAnything for you, love.â You felt he kissed the shell of your ear when your eyes closed under the coziness.
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I imagine that Johnny's "uncle" instincts are so strong that he would do anything for the MOB and Simon's kids, it doesn't matter that "the kids" are cats. Also i think Simon would have a talk with MOB (and Soap) along the lines "if something happens to me he is the person who would take care of you". ~ i spend to much time daydreaming about this fic
mail-order bride
johnny watches with a careful eye as simon disassembles his rifle. he's methodical about it, very careful. he has a clear desk in front of him, and every piece that comes out has a place on the surface, a special spot that it must go.
"ye called fer me, LT?" johnny asks, knocking on the door gently. simon nods, not looking up from where he's sitting. he motions to the chair in front of the desk, and johnny takes a seat, hooking his thumbs into his tact vest and spreading his legs as he sits there. "what do ye need?"
"'ave somethin' ta say," simon mutters. "'n i'm gonna say it, and y'r gonna keep quiet and not interrupt me. and when i finish, ya aren't gonna say anythin' about it. and we aren't gonna talk about it ever again. say ya understand me, sergeant."
johnny swallows, shuffling in his seat before nodding.
"aye," he says lowly. "roger tha'."
simon sniffs, picking up the barrel and using a microfiber cloth to rub it clean. he leans back in his chair, not meeting johnny's eyes.
"tha' last op got me thinkin'," simon mutters. "thinkin' a lot." he sighs, deep from his chest. "wot would happen to my girls. if somethin' were to happen to me."
johnny purses his lips, his palms getting a little clammy. but he doesn't speak, because he's been ordered not to.
"and if tha' happens," simon continues. "i don't want anyone else lookin' after them except for you, johnny."
their eyes meet finally, and johnny swallows hard. it's a long gaze, and they hold each other there for a few moments to get an understanding of one another, to speak without speaking.
johnny stands, shaking his head. it's hard for him to believe that simon could die. he's unkillable. he's ghost. he's a man too capable of staying alive, too good at crawling out of early graves, that he doesn't understand truly what it is he's seeing in his lieutenant right now.
the thing in his eyes, he's just never seen it before. it's fear.
"simon."
your greeting as he steps through the front door immediately makes his shoulders relax. you're in the living room in nothing but one of his old shirts, standing there with a big smile on your face. his eyes rake down your body, over your bare legs and socked feet. your smile is bright and contagious, and he drops his bag off as you come closer to him. as always, your hands find the hem of his skull mask and slip it up and over your head, and you giggle when he blushes as you look over his face.
"you're so handsome," you whisper, and he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. you lean up on your toes and kiss him warmly, smoothing your hands up his big arms and wrapping them around his neck. simon can't help himself; he slides his hands down your back and slips them up the hem of the shirt you wear, cupping your ass in both gloved hands and squeezing hard. you laugh into the kiss, pulling away slowly, meeting his eyes. he looks tired. he looks...sad. "simon...is everything okay?"
you swipe your thumbs under his eyes, smudging the eye-black there, and he just shrugs. he doesn't lie. it isn't okay, he isn't okay, and you kiss him again to say you're sorry, because you don't know if he would want to hear that.
"i, uhm...ordered a pizza," you say softly. "thought we could watch a really bad movie and eat gross."
simon smirks, leaning his forehead against yours.
"i'd like tha'."
as you're plating up greasy slices of pizza, simon passes a piece of paper to you. it's an index card with a phone number on it and an address. the address is far, really far, and you lick the sauce off your finger before looking up at him.
"what is this?" you ask, taking it from him.
"tha's johnny," simon murmurs. "if anythin' ever happens...if ya ever need me...'n i'm not 'ere--" you open your mouth to say something, but simon shushes you gently. "--if somethin' ever happens to me...you call johnny."
you purse your lips, meeting his eyes for just a second before looking back down at the card.
"nothing's gonna happen to you, simon--"
he cups your face in his hands, shaking his head. he's staring down at you, pleading, asking you to just do this for him, to just say yes, to not fight him on this one thing because he needs this.
you press the index card to your chest gently, nodding finally.
"yeah...okay..." you whisper. "i'll call him, simon. if something happens...i'll call him."
if something happens, if something happens, if something happens--
"simon," you whisper, grabbing his eyes again. he blinks, and you compose yourself when you see that glaze over his eyes, the slight shake of his bottom lip. you have never seen him this way. you have never seen him shake ever before. this was your husband. simon riley, made of nothing but dense rock and steel. but his thoughts are far away. his thoughts are somewhere else, seeing a scenario in his mind that you imagine may not be hard to think about, as if he's lived something like it himself.
the unknown. the despair. the aftermath.
the inevitable.
"simon."
your voice brings him back. he's back in the kitchen. he's back at home. he can hear the cats in the living room, the little bells on their collars ringing as they chase each other in little chaotic circles.
he's back with you. in his little bubble. he's praying to a god he doesn't believe in that it won't burst so easily.
"dont worry, simon. i'll...i promise i'll call."
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sweet treat 2
in which sexy construction worker!rafe who spends his days 'lifting heavy stuff and building shit' (his words) and driving shy!reader home, shows up on her doorstep in the middle of the night...
18+ mdni!
c/w: construction worker!rafe being a tease, slight somnophilia, smut (dry humping, p-in-v, unprotected sex)
wc: 2.7k
hi! this is a part two to this (also this whole story was originally supposed to be just a small blurb consisting of a few silly sentences but then i got a bit carried away :D) anyways hope you enjoy xx
part 3 part 4 part 5
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Itâs past midnight when her doorbell rings, making her brows furrow. She throws the fluffy covers away, immediately yearning for the warmth of them as she pads her bare feet along the chilly hardwood floors of her apartment. Â
No one has ever been at her door this late, which makes her hesitate. Maybe itâs just her neighbor asking for sugar, she tries to reason, as if the retired elderly lady living next door would even be up this late. For all she knows, it could be a criminal whoâs escaped prison, holding a bloody knife at her.Â
Curiosity ends up getting the best of her (as always) when she gingerly opens the door, mentally preparing to face a serial killer.
However, all her worries wash away like pollen under rain when she realizes itâs Rafe standing tall before her.Â
âOh, hi. What are youâ what are you doing here?â A surprised look paints over her visage. Â
âYou forgot this in my car, thought you might need it back,â heâs grinning, holding out a phone to her, pale yellow case making her realize itâs her phone. She almost doesnât recognize it, since it appears so tiny in his massive paw, almost like a miniature version of the device sheâs grown accustomed to. Â
âOh my god, I was looking everywhere for it, thought I was gonna have to buy a new one,â she takes it from him, a grateful smile etching her features. Â
âYeah, couldnât exactly call you,â he shakes his head at his terrible attempt at a joke.Â
A delighted giggle escapes her throat, nonetheless, eyes crinkling and teeth poking out; forcing the corners of his mouth to lift up as well as he finally takes in her appearance. Â
A worn-out t shirt a few sizes too big andâŠwell, thatâs it. Sheâs not wearing anything else. Heâs trying not to stare at her plush thighs, or the way the hem of the shirt slightly climbs up, revealing even more skin as she rakes a hand through a messy head of hair, swallowing nervously under his attention. Â
Unfortunately for the both of them, he never actually ended up fucking her when she came over to his place last week and had him cook for her. He just felt so bad about initiating something like that when she kept yawning through forkfuls of pasta, eyes barely staying open as she complained about her limbs aching and how she was so exhausted she could sleep for a week after the particularly long shift sheâd just had. Â
Which is why he simply drove her home after their late-night dinner and wished her a good night with a heavy hand on her shoulder, thumb smoothing over the material of her shirt, letting her rest in tranquility. Telling himself he could be patient with her, not wanting to rush anything. Â
However, sheâs not making it very easy for him right now when thereâs only one piece of clothing covering her. She looks so sleepy and pretty he has half the mind to pick her up in his arms and slump down on her bed, crawling under crisp sheets and feel how her lungs expand against his chest. Â
âSorry, did I wake you?â He carefully asks, suddenly worried heâs disturbed her serene slumber. Â
âNo, no. I mean, I was in bed but couldnât really sleep soâŠâ she trails off, desperately trying to come up with something to make him stay a bit longer, not wanting him to go yet; finding immense comfort in his assured presence. Â
ïżœïżœïżœUm, do youâ do you want to come in? I could make you some tea or something?â She clumsily offers. Â
His brows raise, surprised at her proposition. Sheâs being uncharacteristically bold; his mouth twists into an amused simper.Â
âActually, forget I said anything, youâre probably really tired and just wanna go home, sorry, I donât know why I evenââ she scrambles to correct herself, and now that sounds more like the girl Rafeâs grown familiar with. Â
âDonât be stupid, of course Iâll come in,â he cuts her off, stepping past the threshold, taking a look around her cozy home. Leafy plants adding greenery to the small space and picturesque paintings fixed on the cream-colored walls. Itâs cute, he thinks. Â
She sets a steaming mug in front of him on her kitchen table and sits down next to him on a wooden chair. Heâs definitely not staring at the way the bottom of her shirt rides up the tops of her thighs, allowing for the flimsy material of her panties to peek out. He clears his throat. Â
âYou often have trouble sleeping?â He tries to focus on something else, anything else, taking a slow sip of the searing liquid; nearly burning his tongue in the process. Â
âYeah, sometimes. Itâs just sometimes itâs hard to shut my brain off after spending all day at the cafe. I try to fall asleep but the loud noises of the customers talking and the clinking of plates and spoons keep replaying in my head and suddenly Iâm wide awake, you know?â She explains. Â
âIâm sorry, is there anything that helps?â He prods. Â
âI donât know, I guess just trying to think of something else or talking with someone else,â she mumbles out.Â
âOh, so what youâre saying is that youâre just using me in order to fall asleep?â He teases, grinning when he manages to drag out yet another giggle from her mouth. Â
âYeah, I suppose I am,â her eyes glimmer like little stars when she looks at him. Â
âShould I feel offended right now?â He jokingly scoffs. Â
âNo, you should feel flattered, I donât invite just anyone into my home at almost 1 am, just so you know.âÂ
And he thinks he likes this side of her, all playful and sleepy, sheâs a lot less reserved than her usual fully rested and overly conscious self would be, more carefree. Maybe thatâs the reason he lets the next words escape the gaps of his teeth. Â
âYou into cuddling?â He asks, profound aquamarine locking with her rounded eyes. Â
âUhâ I mean, I probably would be if I had someone to cuddle with, but I donât soâŠâ she drifts off, not sure how to respond.Â
âWanna cuddle with me?â He says it so nonchalantly, and she doesnât understand how heâs so indifferent to this whole situation while she feels dizzy, dazed mind reeling and vivid heart tingling in her ribcage.Â
âReally? You want to? But wouldnât it be weird?â She seems taken aback by his proposal.Â
âWhy the fuck would it be weird? I mean, weâre friends, right?â His brows crease.Â
âYes, of course we are, I justââÂ
âLook, all Iâm saying, is that it might help you sleep, yeah? Having something else to focus on and shit,â he reasons, making her realize sheâs totally overthinking this; heâs simply trying to help. Â
âYouâre right, yeah, we should do that then,â she agrees and swiftly gets up on wobbly feet, almost falling face first on the ground, if not for his strong grip on her waist steadying her, grounding her, drawing a faint gasp from the back of her throat at his sudden proximity. Â
âEasy there, Sweetheart,â he chuckles against her hair, finding her eagerness to get into bed with him amusing. Â
âSorry,â she mumbles, a raspberry hue dusting over her cheeks. Â
And thatâs how they end up tangled in each other under her soft sheets, his beefy arms wrapped tightly around her middle, caging her in with gentle fingertips toying with the hem of her shirt. His sturdy chest rises and falls against her back in tandem with his steady breaths, pacifying her; coaxing her heavy lids to flutter closed. Â
Heâs so warm and big making her feel so secure and safe she thinks she wouldnât mind doing this again. Â
âYou good?â He murmurs next to her ear. Â
âMhm,â she blissfully croons, letting out a content exhale. Â
Her mind begins to topple over the edge of reality, plummeting into oblivion; a far away dreamland where everything is upside down and the ether is evermore the shade of fluffy cotton candy and the sand consists of stardust and ecstasy. Â
âSweet dreams,â is the last thing her misty awareness grasps onto before sheâs in the tender embrace of a crepuscular dormancy. Â
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Sheâs lethargic in her movements when she rouses from the abstruse blankness she seems to have lost herself in. Rafeâs heavy arm is draped over her waist, trapping her body into his and itâs murky in her unlit bedroom; the pale moonlight gleaming through the slots in her curtains the only beacon illuminating the space. Â
The lines of her cerebrum are blurred and sheâs not sure what has woken her up. Â
Then she feels it; something poking her from behind, pressing against her ass. Thereâs a crinkle in her brow until her eyes widen in realization. Â
Heâs hard. Rafe is hard and she can practically feel the culprit of his excitement since heâs only wearing a pair of boxers, having complained about getting all too hot during the night to wear anything more.Â
She swallows. Â
What is she supposed to do?Â
She shifts against him, trying to untangle her limbs from his. However, her attempt is proved fruitless when instead of unchaining her, he lets out a low groan, rumbling deep from his firm chest; grip tightening around her smaller form. Â
âRafe?â She calls out.Â
No response. Â
âRafe? Wake up.â Â
Still nothing.Â
She can feel him breathing heavily against her hair; pawing at her hips every now and then, trying to pull her even closer, even if theyâre already effectively glued together and thereâs absolutely no means for her to move. Â
Sheâs starting to become sticky between her thighs as he drags her against his cock again; seemingly stuck in a stupor. Â
She mewls when her clit throbs, pestering for some sort of friction. And thatâs when he finally stirs, the weight of his arms loosening like a tight knot unfurling and her lungs are finally able to greedily suck in brisk air. Â
âShit, sorry, my badâ his tone is gravelly and at that, some sort of birds begin flapping their wings in her tummy, jabbing at her insides.Â
However, he doesnât pull away like she half expects; her face heats up.Â
âItâs uhâ itâs okay. I meanâŠno worries,â she rambles because what the fuck is she supposed to say?Â
âNo, itâs fully my fault, just had quite a nice dream,â he admits, voice coarse.Â
âOh. What was it about?â She inquires, yawning, perhaps too curious for her own good. Â
âYou wanna know?â His brows raise, surprised.Â
She hums. Â
âWell, there was this really pretty girl, and she had me in her mouth and was letting me do whatever I wanted to her,â he murmurs with a heady tone overlaying his response. Â
âOh,â she tries to appear indifferent, although thereâs a pitiful sprout of jealousy threatening to blossom from the damp soil in the pit of her stomach at his words. Â
He chuckles at how oblivious she is. âYouâre silly sometimes, you know?â He was practically dry-humping her just now, was he not? Why would he be dreaming about another girl when heâs got her right here with him?Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âNothing,â he shakes his head, smiling to himself. Â
âSo, what else happened?â Â
âWhat else? Okay, then she let me do this,â he says at the same time as he grabs her hips again, pushing against her, earning a faint whimper from her when she can feel how big he is through the thin fabric of her underwear.Â
âRafeâŠwhat are you doing?â She manages to ask through a whine; his blunt nails denting the exposed skin of her thighs. Â
âGot no idea what youâre doing to me, do you?â He mutters, shallow.Â
âIâ what are youâ what are you talking about?â Her brain is foggy and sheâs not able to think straight when heâs so close. Â
He doesnât answer, instead continuing the retelling of his dream. âThen I grabbed her like this,â he lifts her on top of him in one smooth motion, as if she weighs nothing more than a piece of paper. Her inhale gets stuck somewhere along the way when he paws at her hips, shuffling her around until sheâs straddling him, properly sitting on top of his cock and he lets out a heartfelt grunt when she moves her achy cunt over him. Â
âYou like this? Such a needy little thing, yeah?â He helps her find some relief by grappling at her hips; dragging her against his cock, filthy groans escaping his mouth when he feels her wetness saturating the two layers of cotton between them. Â
âRafe, can youâŠâ Â
âCan I what, hm? Play with you a little?â He says as he slips a hand in her panties, fingers petting at her puffy clit and a loud moan leaves her when she lifts the fabric of her shirt up in order to have a better view. Â
âDidnât know you were such a dirty girl. Getting real fucking wet from me just being close to you, yeah?â His thumb rubs lazy circles on her sensitive button, making her cry out his name as she presses down harder against his cock.Â
âShit, gonna come in my fucking pants if you keep doing that. You wanna know what else was in my dream?âÂ
She nods, frantic. Â
âI pushed this little piece of fabric here to the side,â he says as he plucks at her underwear, doing just that. âAnd then, I did this,â he mutters as he takes himself out from the confines and her eyes round out as she looks down at it in his palm, mesmerized. He thuds the head of his cock on her clit, one, two, three times, and then smears it on her sticky folds, painting it up and down her soaked cunt. Â
âRafeâŠâ she whines, desperate to feel him inside her. Unfortunately for her, heâs feeling a little mean, pressing just the tip inside her tight hole, slowly pushing in and out, turning her into a whimpering mess. The hydrangea blue of his eyes is locked down to where they connect, fascinated. Â
âFuck, Sweetheart, does that feel nice?â He asks, swiping a thumb over her swollen bud, tucking his cock in a little deeper, forcing a loud noise to leave her throat. Â
âFeels so good, Rafe, I think Iâm gonnaâŠâ she trails off, lids heavy as she stretches around him. Â
âYouâre gonna come already?â he chuckles, amusement coating his face, nudging his dick about halfway in and out, never fully plunging it inside of her though. Â
âYou feel so good, I canâtâ canât hold it,â water droplets are gathering in the corners of her eyes, catching to her lashes as teary eyes look into larimar and she rolls her hips against him, chasing after some sort of release.Â
âShit, go on then, let me feel you soak my cock, yeah?â He encourages her and she doesnât need to be told twice; crying out and throbbing around him, hips stuttering as her cunt pulses and sheâs unspooling on top of him.Â
âThere you go, just fucking give it to me,â he grunts and all of a sudden, he feels his own orgasm approaching; rolling down a hill like a landslide. Sheâs squeezing around him so tight, he canât help but thrust his hips into her, a guttural moan leaving him when he stuffs his cock profoundly into her, to the hilt. Â
He stills inside her and then heâs groaning out when his cum gushes out from his drippy tip, coating her gummy walls in white, filling her to the brim; making her feel so full. She thinks she could die happy right now. Â
Thereâs so much of it, to the point where the sticky substance begins to seep out from where theyâre connected as they both pant, trying to even out their breathing. Â
She turns into something mellow in his arms, slumping down against him, burying her face in his neck as he draws sluggish circles on her back, calming her down with tender words spoken in gentle murmurs. Â
âDid so good for me, shit, we should do this more often, yeah?â He says with a sleepy tinge. Â Â
And sheâs completely out of it, head as empty as ever, merely managing an amorphous hum in agreement; tumbling down a slippery slide right back into a nebulous slumber.Â
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Discord 18+Â -Â Twitter - Part Two of Outlaw Series
Pairing: Outlaw!Suguru Geto x Female Reader Genre: Western AU WC: 8.7k Summary:
âGettinâ train tickets ainât easy. Where ya headed?â âJust a few towns over. Goinâ to visit family,â you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud. It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If youâll let him. âWhat about you?â His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? âMe?â You nod quickly. âI know youâreâŠâ You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, â...an outlaw.â
Story Warning: Train robbery, hostage situation, lying and scheming, profanity bc bitch it's me??, dub-con, Suguru has a corruption kink, needy downbad Suguru, "virgin" reader, guns, smut, blowjob, riding, fingering, spit, thinking about spitting, i love spit, dirty fantasies, titty sucking probably, using ropes, hair pulling (lmfaooooo), threats of violence, dirty talk, inexperienced reader, spit!, overstimulation, humiliation kink, Suguru is kinda pathetic, actually real pathetic, don't get your hopes up idk
Artist Credit: @/tsumusbeloved (on twitter)
A/N: FINALLYYYYY. This has been sitting in my drafts for like 3 months!!! I hope yall enjoy!!!
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Itâs the shrill screech of the metal meeting metal on the train tracks that Suguru enjoys most about his work. How this massive tank of metal carrying so many people can just fly across the country, providing beautiful views of miles and miles of desert sands and mountains. The wildlife roams free on the frontier without a care in the world. And the train just keeps going, filling the sky with thick curls of black smoke.
Yeah, this train has many people on it.
Which means, this train has plenty of goods that will soon be his.
âAh, you dropped your hat, boss.â A smooth voice speaks behind Suguru, holding open the train door as one other clambers in. Suguru kindly grabs his hat from the man, placing it atop his head as he watches his partner take the last personâs hand, lifting them inside.
Itâs a woman, small and with strawberry blonde hair. She grabs onto the man before her. The disgust is clear on her face as her eyes roam along his body.
âCouldnât pick another day to wear no shirt, Larue?â She complains, spreading a small cloud of dust as she brushes her clothes off.
Larue shrugs, chuckling lightly while he closes the train door. The rushing roar of the winds finally subsides. âItâs hot as all hell outside, Manami. Why not be shirtless? Besides, it gives everyone something spectacular to gawk at.â He motions towards his chest where his new set of ink lies â two hearts, one where each of his nipples are.
âA drunken bet gone right, if you ask me,â Larue had said the night after. âTheyâre gonna love these at the whorehouse.â
âIf you twoâre finishedâŠâ Suguru begins. Both Larue and Manami straighten up. âI wanna get in ân outta here. No funny business. Larue, take the back of the train. Better for you to be there in case the conductor gets any ideas. Grab what âya can get your hands on â jewels, shoes, money. Donât matter.â Suguru taps his chin in thought, running through his mental list to make sure he hasnât forgotten anything. âOh! And donât forget to check the bars for any spoons or forks. Yâknow what that silverâs worth. Me ân Manami will take the front of the train.â
Larue nods, no further instruction needed and Manami smiles next to him excitedly. She quickly shuffles over to Suguruâs side, looping her arm through his and Suguru rolls his eyes before slipping his arm out of her hold. Manami shoots him a pouty look before she quickly recovers, folding her arms over her chest.
âAlright, Boss. Iâm ready.â She says with a hushed tone. Larue gives one more nod before he turns around and heads the opposite way. He slides the door slightly ajar, peering inside and just after he enters and the door has been shut and locked, Suguru and Manami hear the muffled shrieks of the passengers in the car.
âHands in the fucking air! This is a stick up!â
Suguru peers down at Manami who is already staring up at him with eager eyes. And it takes everything in Suguru to not roll his eyes in response. She really gets on his last nerve.
âI gotta get rid of her after this one,â he thinks as he moves past the woman and into the opposite end of the train.
He slips through the door, closing it quietly behind Manami once sheâs in. No one bothers to look up when they come in and Suguru counts his lucky stars that this will be easier than he anticipated. They make their way along the aisle, offering soft smiles to the passengers that happen to look up as they pass. Suguru thinks thereâs nothing but a bunch of carefree monkeys too relaxed and stupid as all hell on this train. They donât even know whatâs coming and if they know whatâs good for them, they wonât bother to fight back when they find out.
He lets Manami do the work of maintaining a mental checklist of every item worth its salt in this train car. This is where heâll leave Manami to do her part. Then Suguru will take the final car where the stragglers usually reside. Larue is already taking care of everything in the back. When heâs done, heâll pile up all the goods in an empty car and then make his rounds to grab what Manami and Suguru collect.
When they reach the end of the current car, Suguru turns to Manami who is already reaching into her blouse. She beams, eyes locked on Suguru as she slowly pulls out a pretty little Coltâs revolver. Her lips pull up at the corners, a sly grin on her face. If itâs meant to be alluring to Suguru, itâs not working. In fact itâs having the opposite effect. Itâs so annoying, the way her pupils dilate when she looks at him. Itâs only been a few months since Manami joined their group, but itâs only getting worse for Suguru. She spends half her time trying to seduce him and failing. And itâs not that Manami is unattractive. Sheâs a very beautiful woman, but sheâs not exactly Suguruâs type.
Heâs looking for someone a bit moreâŠinexperienced when it comes to this life of crime. Someone he can mold into his ideal woman, untouched by the roughness that west has to offer. Manami has been doing this for far too long, and already has habits that consistently get under Suguruâs skin. Sheâd never interest him that way.
The pink haired woman flashes Suguru her gun, pointing her chin towards the last car as a signal for him to go on. Suguru nods, spinning on his heel and heading towards his destination. And just in time too, because he hears the door on the other end of the train car close and he knows Larue has finished and has come to assist Manami.
The train car slides shut behind Suguru right as he hears the passengers scream in the car behind him. Itâs louder than the first instance and catches the attention of the passengers in his car who now stare at him with wide eyes, mouths agape like a sea of fish.
Suguru rubs the nape of his neck, frowning. Then, offering a goofy grin, he mutters, âAh wellâŠâ He reaches behind him, wrapping his nimble fingers around the cool, wooden handle tucked into his waistband. He whips out his revolver, the sun glaring off of the fancy gold weapon as Suguru aims it at the passengers who all shriek in terror. The women clutch their jewels. The men hold onto their women. And Suguru? He laughs raucously before he barks out, âPut âem up!â
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Itâs a little surprising how easily the heist goes, but Suguru tries not to give it too much thought. You start thinking somethingâs gonna go wrong and it damn sure will. While Manami is guiding passengers into the back cars, Larue has the conductor held hostage, locked away with threats of a bullet to his skull unless he continues driving. Heâd only shown his face and quickly hid away in his cabin when Suguru told him to use his fucking brain unless he wanted it splattered across the window.
Now, Suguru finds himself roaming the cabin to see if there are any stragglers. And there is one. A very beautiful woman, at that. There you sit, in the last seat of the train car. He slowly makes his way over to you. Suguru thinks you must be some type of saloon girl. Your pretty little dress and waist neatly cinched in a leather corset is the giveaway. He glances over his shoulder, just to be sure this cabin is empty, only to find that it truly is only himself and you left. He hates having to wrangle the stragglers. Thatâs Manami and Larueâs job. And Suguru hates it even more when theyâre not doing it.
He tightens the grip on his gun, turning to give you an earful until his eyes meet yours. Theyâre so wide and glistening, like youâre on the verge of tears. Your lips are quivering, your bottom lip protruding in a pout. It reminds him of the look Manami gave him just before the heist started. Except when coming from you, for some reason, itâs bringing out a different reaction.Â
His heart rate quickens, and Suguruâs hands suddenly feel clammy and not from the heat in this train car. He can feel sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and he has to swallow to quell the dryness thatâs forming in his throat. Then heâs tucking his weapon away into his holster and moving towards you.
âI beg your pardon, maâam,â Suguru speaks calmly as he takes the seat in front of you. You peer up at him, with apparent fear in your eyes and he wants nothing more than to see that look disappear. Usually, heâd use force to get you out and rounded up with the rest of the passengers. Heâs not sure why, but thereâs something about you that makes Suguru want to take care of you. âWhy didnât you leave with the rest of the crowd?â He questions.
Youâre fidgeting with the fabric of your dress in your lap, visibly shaken even as Suguru removes his hat and sets it on the seat in front of you before he sits down.
âIââ you clear your throat and bite down on your lip, seemingly to calm your nerves.Â
âIâm not gonna hurt ya, maâam,â he tells you softly, reassuring you. âJust wonderinâ.â Suguru takes this time to drink in your features â how soft you look, the way your body so beautifully fills that dress of yours, how youâve got a face that will be burned into his memory long after this encounter.
And for some reason, it also feels as if it was burned into his memory long before this encounter. Thereâs a familiarity about you that Suguru canât quite place. Heâs certain heâs seen your face somewhere. He had been through many saloons and brothels in his time traveling the frontier. Perhaps he had run into you in one of the many establishments he frequented?Â
No. No, Suguru would remember if he saw a woman who looked like you in any of those places. You would have easily stood out in the crowd. He would have called you up to his room on any of those nights.Â
You bite down on your lip as you stare at Suguru. As afraid as you look, you donât break eye contact. To see you so stricken with fear, and yet you steadily look him in the eye without blinking. You show courage even when faced with danger, and it does something to him.Â
The look on your face has him picturing all sorts of things about you and he doesnât even know your name.
âI was afraid,â you mutter quietly.Â
Thankfully so, because Suguru was just about to begin imagining a life outside of crime with you. Which is shocking in and of itself. Three minutes of simply staring at you had him visualizing a future on the prairie hanging laundry on the line while you fed the cattle.
âKeep it together.â
âDonât be scared. Iâm not gonna hurt nobody,â Suguru reassures you again. He tries to calm your nerves with a smile which seems to work because he sees you visibly exhale. You return his gesture with a small smile of your own, and his imagination runs wild once more.
âPromise?â You ask, Suguruâs smile widens.Â
âCute,â he thinks. He wants to see more of those. âI promise, sweetheart.â
He can hear the way you huff, something between a laugh and a sigh of relief. And Suguru finds himself becoming more and more infatuated with you as he keeps the conversation going.
âGettinâ train tickets ainât easy. Where ya headed?â
âJust a few towns over. Goinâ to visit family,â you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud.
It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If youâll let him.
âWhat about you?â
His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? âMe?â
You nod quickly. âI know youâreâŠâ You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, â...an outlaw.â
He leans back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while he purses his lips together. His gaze is locked onto you because he wonders if youâre up to something. If youâre not as sweet and innocent as you look. But when you lean back and flutter your lashes at him, he begins to doubt it. That sweet face of yours is a rare one to see on this side of the wild west; beautiful and unscarred. You donât look like youâve been exposed to anything more dangerous than a thunderstorm. And itâs arousing. The air of innocence that you carry has Suguru shifting in his seat, his pants suddenly feeling tighter.
This is exactly what heâs been wanting. Someone opposite of Manami, someone who is interested in his life, but not involved with crime in the least. As far as he can tell, youâre clean as a whistle. And Suguru likes to think heâs good at reading people.
âNever seen a outlaw before?â He drawls. You shake your head, back to messing around nervously with your dress.
âNever,â you answer softly, batting those pretty, long lashes at him. âOnly seen âem on signs. WantedâŠdead, or alive.â
Oh, you really are sheltered.
âWell, now youâve seen one in person.â Suguru combs his fingers through his dark tresses, grinning like his criminal status is one to be proud of. To him, he supposes it is. âWhat dâya think?â
You do that lip biting thing that Suguru is beginning to realize he finds cute. Maybe itâs a nervous tick, but this time it seems itâs to be you holding back a smile. Everything you do is cute to him. Everything you do is sweet, innocent, arousing.
âIâŠâ You lean forward in your seat again, and whether you realize it or not, it gives Suguru a perfect view of the swell of your breasts. Itâs a struggle to keep his focus on your face when your skin looks so smooth, and unmarred, perfect. Those plush lips of yours whisper, â...I think itâs exciting.â
He can only think one thought in this moment.
He wants to ruin you.
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
âWhatâs excitinâ about it?â He asks, though he has an idea what it is. The travel, not being tied down to anyone or anything, the freedom this life provides. Itâs what they all say when they try to make small talk. âPretty girl like you canât possibly know nothinâ about this life.â
You inhale deeply, leaning back in your seat and Suguru watches closely, the way your chest rises and falls with the breath. âWell, I never seen a outlaw in person. Surely never spoke to one. AndâŠâ You purse your lips together, like youâre contemplating if you should say the next thing. But you do anyway. âI just never thought a outlaw could be so pretty.â
His eyes widen, the corners of his lips rising with a goofy grin. âPretty?â He chuckles, combing his fingers through his hair again. âYou really think so?â
Heâs been called a lot of things, but pretty is not one of them.
âYep. Look at ya.â You stand, moving quickly to cross the small gap between you both and take a seat next to him. You reach for his arm, then hesitate, pulling back for a second. You peer up at Suguru, silently asking permission and he nods. Your fingers ghost along his forearm, over his bicep, along his neck where his Adam's apple bobs with a gulp, and then your hand is cupping his cheek. Your trail leaves behind a trail of goosebumps.
And Suguruâs pants grow tighter.
Suguru has had his fair share of women and men alike during his time as a felon. But youâre particularly tempting. Heâs not sure heâs ever wanted someone as badly as he wants you right now and itâs been all of ten minutes in this train car together. But any minute now, his crew is going to come through those doors and tell him theyâre ready to go. And then Suguru will have to leave and the chances of him seeing you ever again are slim to none.Â
But on the bright side, the chances of him seeing you again are slim to none. Itâs a little sudden, but you seem like you want him with the way youâre feeling him up right about now. Maybe you'd let him bury his cock as deep as he can go, fuck you until youâre screaming his name, begging and crying on his cock. Then heâll fill you with his seed, maybe leave a baby in you to remember him by if youâre lucky and then heâll grab his spoils with Larue and the rest and go. Then he'll never see you again.Â
This desert is far and wide. Heâd have you today, then never have to face you again for the rest of his life. A woman like you? You'll be just fine. A pretty face and an even prettier smile. Though he thinks you're a bit naive. Have to be to be sitting here chatting with him like heâs some gentleman you met on a leisurely trip to see your relatives. Regardless, there will be some poor fool out there that'll be happy to have you after he's had his way with you.
âWerenât you just daydreaming about settling down with this woman?â
âPretty eyes,â you hum, pulling Suguru from his filthy fantasies. âNice skin, pretty lips. JustâŠvery pretty.â Your thumb caresses his skin and his eyes can't help but notice the way your gaze is locked to his lips. He pokes his tongue out, watching your eyes widen just slightly at the motion, as he runs the wet muscle along his lips. And heâs right back in his head, thinking of all the ways he could have you.
Thereâs no mistaking the thick tension filling the room at this moment. Like a lightning bolt hitting the same spot repeatedly. Each stroke of your fingers along his cheek only intensifies the mood. Suguruâs lips curl into a teasing smirk, and yours into one that matches. âWhy do I feel like you're trouble?â He says.
Your smile widens, and like a magnet, Suguru finds himself slowly being drawn closer and closer to you. Even as a soft laugh falls from your lips, his mind is wiped clean of all thoughts that don't consist of you.
âMe? Thatâs funny cominâ from a outlaw like yourself,â you mutter just as you close the distance between you, pressing your lips teasingly to Suguru's. They barely touch, truly a ghost of a touch but Suguru still has to swallow down the moan that damn near bursts from his chest the second your mouth was close enough to his.
You pull away suddenly, covering your lips as you lean away, your eyes wide with worry. ââm sorry.â
âWhat are you apologizinâ for?â Suguru asks, scooting closer.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into meâŠI justâŠâ Youâre back to fidgeting with your dress again, and Suguru places a large hand over yours to stop the movement. âYouâre a criminal, and Iâm just me. I shouldnât even be talkinâ to you.â You stare up at him with wide eyes, and fuck he wants you.
You look so sweet, so pure looking at him like that. And he feels a little like a piece of shit because while youâre looking at him with probably innocent thoughts floating around in your head, heâs thinking about how heâd love nothing more than to cover your face in his seed.
âIâm not a bad guy,â Suguru lies easily. âHave I done bad things?â He shrugs, because heâs done way too many terrible things to count. Better not to give a real answer to that one. âBut Iâm enjoyinâ our conversation. The kiss was just a perk. Wouldnât mind it if it happened again. Iâd gladly accept it.â
âButâŠI donât even know youâŠâ
âAll the better,â is what he wants to say, but instead, he tells you, âAnd thatâs fine. Listenââ he squeezes your hand gently. âBest part of beinâ a criminal is that I just do what I want. Donât gotta ask permission for nothinâ.â
Your eyes swim with curiosity. âItâs that easy?â
âYep. Do what makes ya feel good, sweetheart.â
You still donât look convinced, and if this next question doesnât work, Suguru will have no choice but to tie you up and dump you in the other train car with the rest of the hostages. He doesnât have much time to waste trying to get you just to kiss him.
âLemme ask yaâŠdid you like kissinâ me?â
He knows he should be worrying about the heist, not some pretty face distracting him from the job. But when you speak again, he tells himself the job can go to hell.
âYesâŠbutâŠI got scared. Iâ Iâve only done some things with a manâŠâ you admit quietly. âAnd Iâm not too good at it.â
Fuck. He has to have you.
âThatâs not a problem, sweetheart,â he reassures you, and you beam.
Your hand grasps onto Suguruâs, squeezing tightly. âReally?â
He nods. âI donât got much time before I gotta leave, but I can show ya some things real quick.â
âYouâll show me? How to do things?â Your voice is eager, so ready. Suguru is finding it hard to contain how much youâre turning him on right now. âLike kissinâ andâŠyâknow other stuff?â
âWhat kinda stuff?â He asks, because he wants you to say it. Wants to know how far youâre willing to go if youâve never done a damn thing before. You pinch your lips together, turning your head away shyly. But Suguru gently cups your chin, turning you to look at him again.
âWhat kinda stuff?â He repeats. âTell me.â
âStuffâŠthat makes a manâŠyâknowâŠâ
He grins, tauntingly. âEnlighten me,â he whispers.
âStuff to make a manâŠâ you worry your lip between your teeth. â...feel good.â
Oh hell.Â
What type of good deeds has Suguru done to find himself here? With someone as virtuous as you, who is asking him of all people to show you how to please him? He has half a mind to tell you no. Heâs got shit to do and his partners are bound to come looking for him any minute. But his cock is screaming within the confines of his pants to get into those undergarments of yours. And thereâs no argument to be had here.Â
Heâs listening to his dick.
Suguru crashes his lips to yours, swallowing up the yelp that escapes you from the sudden kiss. âIâll teach ya whatever ya want, pretty girl.â He groans into your mouth.Â
He kisses you hard, but slowly, giving you time to catch up. Youâre a little slow to pick up, but you get there. Your lips slot against his, fingers slipping into his hair and holding on tight, making Suguru groan into the kiss once more.
âWe donât got a lotta time,â he breathes against you.
You nod, pulling away to look up at him. âWhat dâya want?â
You.
He needs you â bent over the passenger seat and holding onto the bar sitting atop it while he fucks you from behind. He needs you sitting on his face, needs your hand around his length. But heâs looking at your face again, so desperate for instruction. Looks at your lips, swollen from the little bit of kissing youâve been doing. And he knows exactly what he needs in this moment.
âEver had a cock in your mouth?â He shifts, sitting back against the seat.
You shake your head.
âEver touched one?â
Another shake of your head.
âWhat have you done?â
You hum, thinking only for a short time before you answer. âKissed.â
What fucking luck.
Doesnât matter what they score off the train today. This is the biggest reward of all.
âGood,â Suguru says, tugging your hand until you stand. With a grin, he guides you to the floor until youâre sitting up on your knees. âThere wonât be another man whoâs had ya then. Iâll show ya how to please me, make me feel good.âÂ
You nod, and Suguru canât believe how easy this was as he fumbles with his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. He yanks his pants down, along with his underwear. Only to his knees. He wants to be able to get up quickly if needed. Suguruâs dick sits against his stomach, fat and long, with a harsh red tip that leaks with precum. He peers down at you, your eyes honed in on his length.
âTouch it,â he whispers encouragingly.
Your eyes meet as you move, your hands wrapping around Suguru tenderly, pulling a hiss from him. You hold his length like itâs a foreign object, and he supposes it is to you since itâs the first time youâve done. Suguru grits his teeth, bringing a hand up to your fist. Youâre simply touching him and his dick is throbbing in your grip.
âMove your handâŠup ân down,â he tells you. âLike this.â He guides you, helping to move your hand in slow and light pumps until youâve found a rhythm that works. His head falls back as the pleasure takes over. âAhhhâshit, just like that, pretty girl.â
âItâs so bigâŠâ you sigh, licking your lips as you stroke his cock slowly.
From here, Suguru is certain he has a perfect view of you. Eyes wide and curious while you observe every ridge and vein running along his length. It turns him on beyond measure, his hips jerking upward in your grasp.Â
âDamn,â he moans, fucking himself into your hands. For someone with no experience, you hold his dick just right. He never knew a womanâs touch could feel this good, but youâre a natural talent. You stroke him so good, his mouth falls slack as he lets himself enjoy the feeling of your hands around him. But you surprise him, just as youâve been doing all this time, his eyes snapping open just in time to watch you lick from the base of his length all the way to the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue and lapping up the bead of precum that sits there.
âItâs salty,â you giggle before you kiss down his shaft, bringing your attention to his balls, kissing and licking the two orbs teasingly. Suguru inhales sharply, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the sensation makes his head swim with pleasure. Especially when your hand wraps around Suguruâs length again, pumping him up and down, slowly as you continue to lap at his balls.
âYouâre already so good at this,â Suguru pants heavily.
âI am?âÂ
He can hear the excitement in your voice, so eager to please him. It turns him on knowing that youâre trying so hard to make him feel good. He wonders if you can feel his cock throb in your hands.
âSo fucking good,â he praises you, loving the way you hum against him.
âCan I put it in my mouth?â You ask sweetly, squeezing your hands around his cock.
âGod, please.â
When you take Suguru into the warmth of your mouth, you hum around him, and the vibrations make him shiver, back arching off of the seat. His palm finds the back of your head, his hips rolling up so he can shove his cock as far as possible without hurting you. Heâs gentle at first. Youâve never done this before, after all. He wants to give you the time you need to adjust, though he canât afford to give you too much. Which seems to be just fine, because just like before, you catch on quickly. You take his cock damn near to the base, and you take it so well, relaxing your throat for him so itâs easy.Â
âCould fuck this pretty little mouth all day,â Suguru grunts, pumping into you. âSo goddamn good.â The sound of his balls slapping against your chin as he fucks your face has his legs trembling, pleasure shooting straight up his spine. He wants to grab your head and push you down further, make you swallow all of him until he blows his load down your throat, then make you swallow that, too. But he doesnât want to cum just yet.
He craves more from you. He needs more from you.
You hum again, sending another vibration through him as your fingers come up, caressing his balls. And Suguru squeezes his eyes shut, trying so hard not to cum. âAhâ shit, shit!â He pushes at your shoulders, forcing you off of him with a loud and wet pop. You look rather pleased with yourself, smiling when you see his red cheeks and the way he rapidly tries to catch his breath.
Like he noted before. Youâre trouble.
âFuck, youâre fuckinâ perfect,â he gasps, staring at your chin dripping with saliva and his juices. Suguru watches through hooded eyes as you swipe it away. He could watch you on your knees all day, taking his cock down your throat time and time again. But unfortunately, time is not on his side today. He needs to hurry it up.
âCâmere, pretty,â he calls for you, taking your hand. You stand, waiting for your next instruction as Suguru leans forward in his seat. His hands find your waist, pulling you close enough that he can press a kiss to your stomach before he leans back again. âPull up your skirt for me.â
âOkayâŠâ you agree, shakily. You reach for the hem of your skirt, pulling the layers of fabric as high as itâll go. Suguru always hated these damn dresses. Itâs like digging for gold trying to get through every damn piece of clothing. But eventually, you get to the end, revealing your bare thighs to him. Soft, plush, beautiful. But what heâs truly interested in remains concealed by your underwear.
Suguru swallows hard before he drags his finger along your clothed pussy, grinning when your thighs tremble just barely. His gaze glides back up your form until they rest on your face, watching as your mouth falls open with a silent moan.Â
Hard to believe youâve never been touched here. Also, so very arousing to think youâve never been touched here. He thanks his lucky stars that youâre allowing him to be the first.
He slips his finger into the fabric, his slender fingers quickly finding your slit and sliding along your folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how soaked you are. He briefly brushes a finger against your entrance, pausing when he feels you tense up.
âMight hurt a little,â he warns as softly as he can manage right now. But you whisper, âgo aheadâ, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he dips his finger into your pussy, biting back a moan when he feels your soft walls clench down on his hand. Itâs tight, as expected but he moves slowly, pulling back every so often to work his way further.
You whimper above him, squeezing his shoulders as your breaths come rapidly while Suguru pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your bottom lip sits between your teeth, and your brows are knitted together.
Youâre enjoying this.Â
And heâs enjoying watching you.
Suguru presses his thumb to your clit, slowly circling the sensitive nub. Dark eyes lock with yours as his other hand finds the top of your dress where he hooks his fingers into the cups and pulls it down. Your breasts spill out of the fabric and your breath hitches when the air caresses your nipples. Suguru kneads the soft flesh, his thumb swiping across one of the hardened buds.Â
âAhhh, yes,â you moan, your voice barely above a whisper. Your head falls back with a loud gasp as Suguru slips another finger into you.Â
âBeinâ real good for me,â he coos. His dick grows painfully harder as he slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you, while his thumb stimulates your clit. Heâs panting trying to hold himself together while he preps you for what he wants next. Your hips move on their own, riding Suguruâs hand, chasing your high.Â
âFeel good?â He grunts, fingers slipping into you over and over, curling inside, and hitting your sweet spot and you canât help but to gasp quietly each time Suguru touches it.Â
âY-yes, feels incredible,â you whine.
Suguruâs eyes are locked on your center where he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt over and over, your slick coating his hand more with each thrust. It only adds to Suguruâs struggle to keep it together as he ignores the pulsing need of his cock. Your pleasured moans and the squelching sound of your dripping pussy fill the space of the train car.
âIâmââ you breathe harshly against him and he feels your walls squeeze down on his digits. Youâre close already.
âGonna cum, sweetheart?â Suguruâs fingers dip into you faster. His eyes linger on your face as his thumb rubs tight circles on the sensitive bud between your legs. Your eyes flutter closed, mouth hanging open as a delicious moan rushes past your lips, your grip on Suguruâs shoulders tightening so much it stings. But he loves it, loves feeling your pussy squeezing down on his fingers, sucking them deeper as your release crashes over you until he can feel your cum dripping down his fingers and into his palm as he keeps pumping into you.
Suguru sighs as he stares at his fingers, slowly pulling them from you. He licks his lips, admiring his slick covered hand.
Heâs never taken the time to just enjoy the moment with anyone. Never cared much to please a woman. Itâs easier for him to just get himself off and high tail it out of there. No attachment to these ladies, no reason to stick around. But what is it about you that makes him want to see all the ways your body is capable of falling apart? Because itâs a beautiful sight to behold.Â
âOutlawâŠâ you murmur, slipping your undergarments down your legs until youâre able to kick them off. You push Suguru back by the shoulders, lifting your skirt so that you can easily maneuver into his lap. His hands find your hips beneath your dress as you straddle him, and his thumbs caress the soft skin gently.
âYeah, beautiful?â
So beautiful. He canât stop staring at you and your eyes, glazed over with desire. You lean forward, the heat from between your legs making Suguruâs length twitch. It lightly taps your core and you gasp. Your hands clutch onto the bar that runs along the top of the train seat, one on each side of his head. Suguruâs palms glide around to your backside, squeezing the flesh of your ass. You brush your nose against his, soft breaths mingling with his as you whisper, âmake love to me, outlawâŠâ just before your lips touch.
And Suguruâs groaning into your mouth, because this kiss is different. Itâs hungry, hot, full of want and need. Itâs sloppy and rushed, because youâre both aware of the time crunch youâre in. Itâs intoxicating, addicting, the way he never wants to stop kissing you. To hell with the heist.
âReady for me, pretty girl?â Suguru pants, a hand gripping his cock. He can feel the heat of your pussy radiating off of you and it makes him all the more eager to have you.
Your eyes are wide, filled with something Suguru thinks may be excitement. Heâs not sure he sees any hesitation or fear behind your eyes. You want him badly, itâs clear as day. He wants you just as badly, if not more. So he positions himself at your entrance, nudging your hole gently with his tip.Â
A small whimper slips past your lips, and Suguru kisses you sweetly. âItâs only gonna hurt for a second,â he coos. âPromiseâŠâ
He kisses you again, muttering, âIâm pushinâ inâŠâ against your lips.
You close your eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip as Suguru rolls his hips forward, slowly sinking his tip into your pussy, only stopping when you let out a harsh breath.
ââS a tight fit,â he murmurs through gritted teeth. An understatement. Your pussy is gripping him with so much force, heâs struggling to breathe. Youâre holding him hostage within your walls and the feeling has him tightening his hold on your ass. âYou alright?â
Because he wants to make sure it feels good for you, too. Your pleasure is his. Which is a whole new feeling for him in and of itself. Heâs aware of how the tables have turned. What started as him wanting to show you ways to please him, turned into him desperate to please you. But he likes it that way.
You nod, moaning quietly when Suguru keeps moving forward. âOhhhâŠâÂ
âGod, this pussy is so fuckinâ ââ he canât even finish his sentence. He needs to focus all his attention on not cumming already.
You take him all the way to the base, moaning loudly when you fully sink onto him. Your grip tightens around the bar, steadying yourself as Suguru lifts you by your ass before pulling you back down on him, so slowly. âFuuuckââ he groans. He thrusts into you at a leisurely pace, slow and controlled, giving you time to adjust to his size.Â
But his kissesâŠtheyâre rough. Such a contrast to the way heâs fucking you right now. The pleasure is overwhelming to Suguru, and when your tongue slips into his mouth, itâs him thatâs whimpering now, thrusting just a little faster, a little harder.
âDamn, you take my cock so good, pretty girlââ he growls into your mouth. âLove the way you ride me.â He smacks your ass hard, eyes falling to your breast, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts. He takes one into his mouth, greedily lapping at your nipple, nipping and sucking and loving the way your cries get louder.
âOh my god, fuck!â
âRide my cock, pretty. You already do it so good. Wanna see you ride me.â Suguru groans. He releases his hold on you, hands coming up to play with your breasts while you bounce wildly on his dick. He lifts your dress, relishing the view of his length, glistening with your slick, vanishes into your tight cunt over and over. âShiiiittttâŠâ
You slip a hand into his tresses, pulling hard and forcing him away from your nipples. You pull so hard Suguru has to close his eyes because the sensation sends goosebumps igniting across his body. That, combined with the way you keep taking him to the tip before slamming down on his cock repeatedly. Fuck, youâre a quick learner.
Your pussy is what it feels like every single time he pulls off a heist successfully. Like fucking heaven. And he never wants to leave it.
His eyes flutter open, just enough to see your breasts bouncing with every rise and fall of your hips. Your velvety walls hug him tight, so fucking good, Suguru thinks he'd like to be able to have you all the time. Hell, he has half a mind to take you with him once theyâre off this damned train. Being able to have you like this any time he wants, watch your body come undone under him, on top of him, in any position youâll let him have you. Heâd even give up this outlaw life if you wanted him to. Settle down, start a family if thatâs what you wanted. The thought of it makes Suguru more excited than heâll ever admit.
Each time your pussy sucks him back in, begging for him to cum, he can suddenly picture a life outside of this. Each time those sexy little noises fall from your sweet lips, he can suddenly envision raising a family with you, building himself a life where he's able to hear those sounds any time he desires.Â
He lets his mind drift to these fantasies while he can, enjoying the feeling of you and the sounds you gift him with.Â
There's a fire pooling in his belly, growing hotter each time his balls meet your ass. He's gonna blow his load here any second. And he can't wait. He wants to cum inside your walls, wants to thrust himself so deep into you that there's no way you're not carrying his child when he's done. Least you'll have something to remember him by if you tell him you donât want shit to do with him after this. A sweet woman like you with a wanted felon? Of course youâd prefer to get your rocks off while you can and move on. Which is fine.
Because Suguru is gonna remember you, anyway. Heâll remember the way you squeeze around him, the way you moan the little nickname youâve given him, the way your cunt feels fucking unlike any other womanâs. Youâve got him mesmerized.Â
So much so, that he doesn't even notice the cool press of steel against the center of his forehead.Â
âOhhh,â you moan, whimpering, âPleaseâŠpleaseâŠwill you put a baby inside me, outlaw?âÂ
Itâs like you read his mind, and Suguruâs eyes snap open, balls tightening as his release threatens to come at any moment. But then his eyes see the stiffness in your arm, see the glimmer of metal as the sunlight reflects off it through the windows, and he finally realizes you've got his gun to his head, and maybe thatâs actually why his balls are tightening. Youâve got this wicked grin on your flushed face as you keep riding him. Hard, fast, walls squeezing him in a vice grip. And he can't do shit but let his eyes roll to the back of his head, let his pleasure race straight down his spine and into his balls as his release shoots from his cock before he has a chance to get ahold of himself.
But you donât let him get a drop inside, lifting yourself smoothly off his lap just as fat, hot streams of cum land messily in his lap and on his stomach. Suguruâs gasping for air, still struggling to figure out what the fuck is going on. And you donât give him a second to catch his breath, to let his mind catch up before youâre wrapping your hand around his cock again, squeezing and stroking his length until heâs so overstimulated his jaw is cramping up from how hard heâs gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.
âWhat the fuck are you ahhhââ you run your thumb over his leaking tip, your eyes alight with joy when his hips buck up automatically, legs trembling as you keep pumping him, though his balls are beyond empty.Â
You tsk, shaking your head as you press the barrel of the gun harder against his skin. âWhereâs that sweet outlaw from before?â You drawl.
Your voice has changed. No longer soft spoken, shy and sweet. The hardness of your tone tells Suguru all he needs to know. The memories come flooding back. And now he realizes why you looked so familiar when he first laid eyes on you.Â
Your face has been plastered on wanted posters in damn near every town he and his partners have stopped in. Murder, robbery, drunkenness, prison escape, cheating at cards. All the crimes that should have you in the town square hanging, youâre wanted for. Somehow, youâve managed to never get caught.
How could he have let his guard down? How could he have fucked up this badly?
âThinking with your dick. Thatâs how.â
âGuess it takes an outlaw to know one,â He grits out, nostrils flared with fury. He can only hope his crew comes through those doors soon, though itâll be fucking humiliating to be caught in this position.
A giggle spills from your lips and the sound makes Suguru sick to his stomach. You donât even sound like the same person from before. âYâall are pretty easy to spot. âSpecially when all yâall think with your cocksââ You echo his thoughts, emphasizing the word by squeezing Suguruâs slowly softening length in your hand. You frown, releasing your hold on him. âHuh, thought youâd be able to gimme another one.â
He inhales deeply, shakily, narrowing his eyes at the woman â the stranger â that stands before him. âEverything you said was a lie, then.â
Itâs not a question. He knows. Because youâre just like him. Maybe even worse.
Laughter bursts from deep within, like what he said was the funniest thing youâve ever heard. âIt really is easy to fool yâall men. Just gotta make our pussies feel reallllll tight and wet and yâall donât question nothinâ.â
You climb off of the seat, taking the gun off his head while you fix your undergarments, unbothered and careless. And Suguru decides to act fast, takes this moment to lunge for you. But he doesnât make it far, because his head is yanked back roughly the moment he jumps forward. His scalp burns, and he reaches back, feeling a thick knot tied around the metal bar that sits atop the train seats. The same metal bar you were just holding onto moments ago.
âYou fuckinâ tied my hair to the seat?!â He growls.
And you chuckle, shifting your dress around until youâre decent again. The gun is pointed back at Suguruâs face, and he puts his hands back down, not daring to try and free himself when youâve got a revolver ready to blow his brains out.
âAnd your hands are next,â you promise in a sing-song voice. You keep your word, spinning around briefly to reach between the wall and your original seat, where youâd apparently hidden a small rope. You make quick work of tying Suguruâs hands behind his back, leaning a little too close to him as you finish the knot.Â
He can feel your breaths against his neck, and right now, if heâs being honest with himself â which he may as well be since he could very well be dead soon â itâs confusing him. Because he feels like he fucking hates you, is repulsed by you, could spit in your face right now. Oh, he really fucking wants to. But something tells him youâd like that anyway. And the thought of your face, depraved and covered in his saliva is making his still exposed length hard again. Even when you tug harshly on the rope for good measure, chuckling low in Suguruâs ear when you hear him hiss in pain, his cock stiffens further.
And of course you notice, your eyes glancing down to his lap, where the sticky mess you left him with lies. âSure you donât wanna go again?â You tease, laughing when Suguru scowls.Â
You like him upset, and probably a little pathetic, because you press your lips to his pout, kissing him hungrily. And apparently, Suguru is as pathetic as he looks, because â and itâs a surprise to him, too â he kisses you back! Your tongues tangle during this brief meeting of your lips, fighting for dominance, though itâs apparent whoâs the one in control here.Â
The filthy moans between you are interrupted when Suguru feels that damned gun under his chin now, applying enough pressure to push him back. Only a line of your mixed saliva connects you two as you stare down at him in amusement.
âLike I saidâŠâ you peer down quickly at Suguruâs lap before whispering. âAaaalways thinkinâ with your cock.â You step back, pointing the gun at him once again.
âWhat do ya want?â He asks, pulling at his restraints to no avail. Heâd love nothing more than to wipe that cocky smile off your face and flip the tables on you, but itâs not looking good for him.
âWhat I wantâŠâ You wiggle the gun in his face, tauntingly. â...is already mine, outlaw.â Thereâs humor in your tone, and your body language is relaxed. You couldnât see Suguru as less of a threat if you tried.
You piss him off.
And make him so fucking hard.
Heâs confused!
The noise of the doors to the train cabin opening can be heard and Suguru grins. Youâre fucked now. Larue is going to put a bullet between your eyes and sure, Suguruâll be sad about it. But better you than him. You were a great fuck, heâll admit. And yes, he entertained the idea of giving you a kid or two, maybe getting a little cabin out in the prairie. But that fantasyâs as dead as youâre about to be. Sad that he wonât beâ
âThe guy with the nipples and the girl have been taken care of, boss!â A chipper voice sings.Â
ThatâŠis not Larue.
Suguru couldnât turn his head if he tried, courtesy of this goddamn knot, but he can see the smirk on your face as you nod. âGreat work, Hime. And the goods?â
âAlready on the move with the others. Just gotta get on the horses when youâre ready.â
You turn your head, staring out the window and nodding again. Out of his peripheral, Suguru can just barely make out the form of two horses, racing alongside the train and he knows heâs screwed.
You sigh, shrugging while feigning sadness as you pout. âWell, outlawâŠlooks like this is the end of the line.â
Suguru tugs at his ropes again, struggling against the holds. âYou gonna leave me here like this?â He gestures with his chin at hisâŠsituation. You must be forgetting his entire dick is out for the world to see. And that youâve tied his hands up. Not to mention his fucking hair! If he has to cut his hair because of thisâŠ
You hum, like youâre actually giving deep thought to his question. Youâre not.
âYeah, actually. Think I am.â You lift your dress, not even pretending to be as innocent as you presented yourself to be when Suguru first laid eyes on you. You tuck his gun into the waistband of your undergarments, patting it affectionately. âThanks for a grand olâ time, outlaw. If you manage to survive this, we can do it again.â
You shoot him a wink before you lean over him, leaving him with one final kiss on the lips. Itâs gentle this time, soft, save for a light nip to his bottom lip that embarrassingly enough, manages to arouse Suguru yet again.Â
âAt least tell me your name,â Suguru grits out through heavy breaths. âSo I can be sure to repay the favor.â
Itâs a threat, but you donât take it as one. You simply smile. Itâs warm, almost reminiscent of the woman he met just earlier. The woman he thought you were. But that look is gone as soon as it appeared. You pat his face gently, reaching across the seat to grab his hat that he had set aside when heâd first sat down. You sit it atop your head, wearing it like some sort of crown, and without another word, you leave.
The train cars open, the roaring rush of the wind filling the space for just a moment before theyâre shut again, and Suguru is left with nothing but his thoughts and his dick literally out. He leans his head back against the seat, closing his eyes to calm his racing heart and honestly to stifle the pain of his untouched erection.
This has been the wildest ride of his life. Definitely the worst heist heâs ever done. And if he does survive this, does manage to somehow talk his way out of charges and prison time, heâs going to find you. Fuck the robberies. Fuck the brothels. Fuck gambling and drinking all day. Yeah, if he manages to survive this, he will make it his lifeâs mission to find you again.
Because even after all is said and done, Suguru thinks he might fucking love you.
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Just the two of us-L. Norris
Lando Norris x fem! Reader
Lando just won his second Grand Prix and all he has in his mind is getting you back to the hotel..ïżŒ
Warnings,: SMUT, P in v, Unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), fingering( F receiving), Cursing, teasing, edging, pretty much porn with a plot!! Prob some errors, I hope you enjoy!
You bounced on your feet next to Adam as you waited for Lando to move towards you two. The metal of the barricade pressing into your stomach as you leaned against it, watching as Lando emerged from his car.
He ran to his team first, hugging everyone that made the win possible before he made it to you and Adam.
He hugged his father close, patting his cheek as they pulled away and moved over to you. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his went around your waist.
âCongrats baby!!â You cheered, not even sure if he could hear you but the slight pat his gloved gave to your bum assured you that he caught some part of your words.
You kissed his helmet as he pulled back, catching your eyes he sent you a small wink as he turned around and began to remove his gear.
You couldnât help the way your eyes were glued to him as he took his balaclava off, shaking his curls and running a hand through his hair.
The mullet had been doing things for you and you couldnât wait to get him back to the hotel and into your bed.
You watched the Podium celebration before heading to his drivers room to wait for him, sitting on the small couch scrolling through Twitter liking all the supportive tweets from devoted fans.
Hearing the creek of the door your head shot up, an eyebrow inching up at the sight of your shirtless boyfriend. Trophy and shirt in one hand, while his phone rested in the other.
âWhereâd your shirt go?â You laughed, moving to stand on your feet and head towards him.
âGot hot.â He shrugged, his cheeky grin pulling on his lips he sat everything down and pulled you against him.
He tucked his head into your neck, a relaxing sigh of relief coming from him as he finally got a second to be with just you.
âHow are you feeling?â You asked softly, knowing heâd had himself worried about not performing well after the summer break.
âOkay, Iâm glad I was able to get that win but now Iâm exhausted. Canât wait to get into bed and sleep.â He chuckled lightly.
He pulled back just enough to see your face, his eyes locked on yours as he smiled gently.
âIâm gonna shower and then we can head back?â
âSounds good to me.â You smiled back, leaning in for what you intended to be a sweet kiss but he made quick work of moving his hand from your waist to the back of your head and pushing his lips harder against yours.
You finally pulled back at the feeling of him trying to push his tongue into your mouth, a giggle escaping you at his whine.
âGo shower big guy, that king sized bed and room service are calling my name.â You patted his chest and stepped back.
âFineeee.â He groaned playfully, grabbing his change of clothes and heading for the small shower.
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Opening the door to the hotel room Lando held it for you as you followed in behind him, watching as you beelined straight for the bed and plopped yourself on top.
He did his best to ignore the way the skirt of your dress flipped up showing the curve of your bum and lacy panties.
As much as he wanted nothing more than to roll your dress up and take you right then and there he could hear sleep calling his name.
He coughed as he walked past setting his things down and exchanging his jeans and T shirt for a pair of sweatpants.
âAre you changing darling?â He asked.
âYeah, can I borrow a shirt?â You asked innocently, now sitting up to face him.
âBy borrowing you mean stealing it and me never seeing it again?â He laughed as he picked you one from his suitcase.
âYouâll see it again..itâll just be In my drawers rather than yours.â You smirked.
Lando handed you the quadrant shirt, watching as you stood on your feet and slipped off the sandals youâd picked for the day before pulling the sun dress over your head, bra quickly following as they both hit the floor.
He gulped at the way your breasts hardened from the cold breeze in the room, goosebumps covering your skin before you quickly pulled the dark shirt over your head.
âYou okay?â You smirked when you caught his stare.
âMhm, yeah.â He coughed turning away from you as he adjusted his pants to hide the now very prominent boner.
You shook your head at his antics, picking up your clothes from the floor and moving to put them in your own suitcase.
âWhat do you wanna get to eat?â You questioned after finding a comfortable spot on the bed, Lando climbing in right next to you with the tv remote in hand.
âYou can order whatever, Iâll eat anything right now.â He laughed.
You could tell he was trying to act normal despite his tense shoulders, his eyes constantly dropping to your bare thighs that were just inches from his.
You nodded in reply, reaching across the bed for the room phone making sure the shirt you sported rose up more than usual letting him get a glimpse of your panties.
You heard the small groan he let out, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you played your games with him.
You returned to your spot next to him after ordering you both some pasta, wine, and dessert.
Lando was now laying against the headboard, his lower abdomen under the heavy duvet, you slid under it as well cuddling into his side as his arm moved to wrap around your shoulder.
âHow long did they say?â He asked.
âAbout 45 minutes.â You replied softly.
He nodded in return his eyes glued to the show heâd picked, you decided to behave for a little allowing the both of you some time to fully relax before you started up again.
You could sense he was tired and needed some time to relax but as you counted down the minutes till the food was set to arrive you couldnât help yourself as your hand moved from his lap to his stomach.
Truthfully he didnât even notice your moves at first, not thinking much about your hand moving against his skin. That was until he felt your cold fingers beginning to trace the waistband of his pants.
A sharp gasp echoing from him when he felt your hand finally slip under the elastic of both his pants and boxers, his hand that rested behind you gripping the material of your shirt as pleasure begin to flow through him.
âFuck.â He whimpered as you pumped him slowly, thumb moving around the swollen head of his cock.
His chest began to heave as he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer with every stroke of your soft hand he felt the world slipping away.
You watched as his head tipped back, soft curls tickling his forehead as beads of sweat began to gather at his hair line.
His sounds picked up, soft whimpers becoming moans as he was on the brink of his orgasm. It wouldnât take much more to get him to cum and you knew it, flexing your wrist a bit more you had him ready until a knock on the door had you stopping your movements.
âRoom service!â A woman called from outside.
âFoods here!â You smirked evilly, withdrawing your hand from his pants Lando let out a pained whimper at the loss of contact.
He stayed glued in his position watching you open the door and grab the cart from the Lady, thanking her politely before pulling it into the room and shutting the door.
He watched as you moved around as if he wasnât even there, as if you didnât just have him moaning and gasping on the brink of an orgasm with your hands shoved in his pants.
âBaby?!â He called catching your attention.
âHuh?â
âWhat the hell was that?â He exclaimed, voice shaky despite his attempted sternness.
âWhat was what?â You asked dumbly, eyes showing nothing but fake innocence.
He stood up at that, marching to where you stood heâd had enough. He allowed you to play your little game long enough, he was tired when you two got back not really feeling like sex was in the cards but now you had him wide awake and ready.
Reaching you he didnât hesitate wrapping a strong hand around the base of your throat, the twinkle he saw in your eyes and the way you did your best to hide your smirk had him realizing this was exactly what you wanted.
âIâm not playing this damn game anymore Y/n.â He spat, âget your ass on the bed.â
âWhat about the foo-â I donât give a fuck about the food, on the bed.â
His shoulders relaxed when you quickly obeyed and took off towards the bed, with a sway to your hips and slight pep in your step he knew you were ready.
Stripping from his pants and boxers he made sure you were watching his movements, he made his way back to his side of the bed resuming his earlier position.
âCome here.â He called and you did as he asked.
Moving to his lap you cried out when he pushed your panties to the side, thick fingers running through your folds.
âLook at that, youâre absolutely soaked.â He scoffed, fingers continuing their slow and steady movements.
âThat little game of yours get you like this baby? Getting me to the edge and stopping?â
You nodded pathetically at his words, the pleasure of his hands beginning to cloud your brain, hand reaching for his shoulder to steady yourself as your knees got shaky.
âGetting close love?â He smirked up at you, watching the way your chest heaved just like his had, how your hands were balled up just like his, your sounds getting louder by the second.
âYes! Fuck yes.â You panted, hazy eyes locking with his.
You could feel it, it was right there all it would take was a few more strokes of his talented fingers but right as you felt yourself at the cusp everything went away.
âNo, no, no, Lando please.â You begged trying to grab his hand but his reflexes were too quick for you.
He laughed, he actually laughed at you. His chest moving slightly as he put on a faux pout for you, his bottom lip sticking out as he cupped your cheek.
âSucks doesnât it baby?â He asked, his eyes now holding the evil look.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have teased you. Will you please make me cum?â You pleaded with the Brit, giving him your best puppy eyes.
âHmm I donât know..donât know if you deserve it.â He spoke, voice dripping with a seductive venom.
âPlease baby, Iâll be good I promise. Just want to cum and to make you cum.â You tried, scooting closer to him.
His large hands found a home on your hips gripping them tight, he pulled you down a bit to rub your dripping center over the tip of his angry cock.
Twin gasps escaping both of you at the bone chilling feeling, your nails digging into his skin as his dug into the material of his shirt you still wore.
He guided you until his cock was resting right against your hole, eyes locked on your face as you slid down on him.
Lando swore there was no better sight then the way your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, the air getting knocked from your lungs as you took him all the way, stopping once you reached the base of his cock for a second to adjust to his length and thickness.
âFuck.â He breathed, hands dropping to cup your plump ass cheeks.
He moved you back and forth slowly, a hot cry leaving you as the mixed pleasure of him hitting so deep and your clip rubbing against his pelvis.
His own head dropped back at the pleasure, feet planting themselves on the bed as he began to thrust up into you.
Your body falling against his completely as you cried out wordless moans, the lingering tension from your missed orgasm adding onto the already powerful pleasure.
Lando could feel his own body quivering at the pleasure, his abs tightening with each thrust, doing his best to hold himself off until you came for him.
âDoing so fucking good baby.â He groaned out, pulling your face out of his neck he locked your lips in a hot kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip dragging another moan from you.
âShit Lando.â You cried, arms wrapping around his neck as you held eye contact, beginning to rock your hips to match his thrusts.
Hearing your breath hitch with every thrust mixed with the way your cunt hugged his cock he could tell you were close, his lips moving to kiss the spot below your ear.
âI want you to come for me now, can you do that baby?â He cooed in your ear, basking in the whine that left your lips at his words.
âUh huhâ you babbled to him, hips moving faster as you chased your high.
âGood girl.â
Those two words were all it took to finally push you over the edge, your mouth dropping into a silent scream as your body shook against his.
He fucked you through your high, his sharp and steady thrusts never stopping even as your moans of overstimulation picked up.
âLando! Fuck, I canât take anymore.â You cried, hands tangling into his curls.
âIâm almost there love, just need you to be a good girl for me.â He panted, his hips begging to stutter as he felt his climax strongly approaching.
âCome for me champ, fill me up.â You spoke in his ear just like he had for you.
He groaned at your words, his grip on you tight as he thrusted a few more times before finally coming to a halt with a deep groan.
His spent body dropped back against the headboard as you laid on his chest, his hand coming to stroke your hair as you both came down from your highs.
After a few moments of silence he finally spoke up, âWell that was some celebration sex for sure.â
You both laughed as you slapped his chest lightly, âshut up.â
It was silent for a little while longer until he tapped your bum twice, âWe gotta get you cleaned up.â
You groaned at his words not sure if you were even capable of moving let alone standing on your legs right now.
âI know, I know but we need to eat some food too.â He cooed and you couldnât argue with that as the scent of the pasta across the room hit your nose.
Shifting to straddle him again you whimpered at the overstimulation, taking a deep breath before you pulled off of him.
A groan falling from Lando as he watched a mixture of your releases land on his softening cock, he placed a sharp swat to your ass when he saw a smirk itching to tug at your lips.
âKeep it up and Iâll fuck yoy even harder in the shower.â
âPromise?â
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warnings: enemies to friends, hinted enemies to lovers, Tylerâs sister!reader, mean!scott, bickering, very real tornado danger, mentions of a car crash and physical injuries, not proofread, f!reader
summary: the three time you see storm parâs one and only scott, including the one in which he saves your life.
authorâs note: look at me, finally writing something again! Iâve been extremely busy and, truthfully, in a writers slump. I started writing this after seeing twisters, and I just got the motivation to come back and finish it. Iâve been obsessed with this man since that movie, and good lord do we need more fics of him. anyways, enjoy! (also, for my traitor fansâ I havenât forgotten about you! I hope to work on the next part soon!)
the first time youâd seen scott, youâd wanted to break his jaw, and you hadn't even gotten his name.
âget lost on the way to the hillbilly convention?â
his tone is snarky, his eyes full of disdain as he watched you slide out of tylerâs truck.
your eyes had widened, your spine straightening as you registered his unprovoked hostility.
âthe fuck is your problem?â you ask, eyes narrowing as you come back to your senses. you look him up and down, huffing a laugh at his clothes.
âyou look like youâre going to a fuckinâ business meeting.â you say, coming to a stop in front of him. your cowboy boots dig into the dirt, and the sun beats down on your face.
perfect day for storm chasing, as your brother had said. darkening clouds rolled in the distance, and the wind was steadily picking up. according to lilly's drone data and tyler's instincts, your first chase would occur sometime within the next few hours.
you had been away at college when tylerâs tornado-chasing YouTube channel took off. youâd always loved the thrill of being close to the storms, but even when you came home to visit during summers, tyler refused to let you tag along.
until now, that is. now that youâve graduated with a degree in meteorology, just like him. he had always accused you of wanting to follow in his footsteps.
âdonât mind storm par over there,â comes your brotherâs drawl as he appears beside you, a hand coming down to rest on your shoulder. âthe stick up his ass seems to have been lodged a little deeper recently. youâll get used to it,â tyler grins, barking a laugh at the brunette's scowl.
"haven't seen you before," another man moves to stand beside the brunette. he's also wearing storm par gear, and you watch as him and the taller man share an unreadable glance.
"she's new," tyler responds for you, his wide grin still present as he acknowledges the shorter man with the tip of his hat.
"i'd run while you can, sweetheart," the taller one says, a look of pity in his eyes as he looks back to you. "fucking him isn't worth dying over."
you stare at the man for a moment before bursting into laughter. the storm par pair's eyes both widen, their stares moving from your hysterics, to tyler's rolled eyes, and then to each other.
"you two are supposed to be scientists, huh? the guys who are gonna 'tame tornadoes?'" you throw the last two words in air quotes as your laughter subsides.
the shorter of the two men nods, while the taller opens his mouth once more. "that's right. while you morons are out trying to get yourselves killed, we'll be busy doing shit that actually matters."
"right, right," you nod along, glee shining in your eyes as you stare at the taller one. "you must be so smart, then. where'd you get your degree?"
"MIT," he says smugly, popping the gum in his mouth.
"MIT, wow," you whistle, your eyes finding your brother's. tyler just shakes his head, trying and failing to suppress his laughter.
"you got a degree from MIT, and you're too stupid to tell that he-" you jab a finger towards tyler. "is my fucking brother?"
the man's smug grin instantly falls as his eyes scan you, then tyler, and then fall back onto you. tyler steps forward, smacking a hand on the man's shoulder with a laugh.
"meet my little sister, storm par. may not have gotten a degree from MIT," he says, tipping his cowboy hat to you. you mime tipping an invisible hat back at him. "but she seems to be a hell of a lot smarter than you."
the second time you see scott, you still don't learn his name.
"jesus christ, this thing is huge!" you yelp as tyler swerves the truck back onto the dirt road. he scowls as the storm par truck ahead of him jerks back and forth on the path, blocking his approach.
"how's the wind lookin'?" he asks, his words clipped as his hands grip the wheel tighter. wheat fields ripple on both sides of the road, an ocean of tan as the sky continues to darken.
"pickin' back up," you tell him, glancing down at the laptop in your lap. it was displaying real-time data of the atmospheric conditions. the software had cost a pretty penny, but had been worth it. plus, it had been more than covered by tyler's t-shirt sales. cheesy or not, tylerâs face on a shirt was worth his weight in gold to his followers.
tyler groans as the white truck in front of him cuts him off again.
"ty, just go around!" you yell at him, your eyes widening as you stare out of the passenger side window. the clouds overhead were beginning to swirl.
"i'm tryin' to drive nice," he tells you through gritted teeth. "don't wanna make you sick-" he begins, but you roll your eyes and reach over, jerking the wheel. the car swerves off the road and into the ditch beside it, and tyler scrambles to avoid hitting a wire fence as he swats at your hand.
"what the fuck?!" he yells at you, his eyes cutting to you for a second before focusing back on the road.
"stop tryin' to baby me!" you tell him. "show these storm par pricks what we're made of."
tyler falls silent, clearly debating his next move. you're about to grab the wheel again when his foot slams down on the gas and the truck lurches forward. you cheer, throwing a fist in the air as you laugh with glee.
"just don't tell mom!" he says to you, laughing along.
as the truck speeds forwards, tyler lets off the gas just enough to keep speed with the storm par truck. you lean past him to get a look into the cab, and there's the brunette you'd had the displeasure of meeting a few days ago.
you can see his scowl from here, and your grin is wide as you hold your middle finger up, waving it around to make sure he couldn't miss it. his scowl deepens, and before he can even think of responding to the gesture, tyler hits the gas again.
"what was that for?" your brother asks as you lean back into you seat.
you shrug. "just havin' fun."
the third time you see scott, he saves your life.
it's a week after the middle-finger incident. although storm par and your brother's wranglers have been following the same storms, you haven't had the pleasure of bothering the tall brunette, much less seeing him. youâd caught glimpses, but he seemed to be keeping his distance. you supposed heâd finally grown tired of your constant teasing.
you don't know why you find yourself caring. he's an asshole. an asshole who hates you, your brother, and everything the two of you stand for. who constantly underestimates and looks down on you.
and yet you miss his scowl and the unmistakable pop of his bubblegum.
"hey, you okay over there?" boone asks as he leans over the center console, his head peeking out between the two front seats. you know the question is directed at you, as boone is watching you like a hawk.
"yeah, fine," you shrug, your eyebrows furrowed as you lean down, getting closer to the screen of your laptop.
"ty, turn the music down for a sec," you tell him, and he listens without protest. a rare occurrence, but now wasn't the time for bickering.
what had first appeared to be a measly EF1 had begun to grow. it wasn't dying out, and things were starting to get scarily real as moisture kept feeding into the funnel miles ahead of you.
"this thing isn't stopping," you tell the two men. "you need to tell the rv to turn around. hell, we should turn around."
boone shakes his head, leaning further into your space. his eyes scan your computer screen, and although he's learned a lot from tyler, he still doesn't see what you see.
"nah, it's gonna be fine. ty said it's gonna die out anyways, right? we just need to get in it before it does."
"boone," you warn, turning in your seat to face him. "love you, but shut the fuck up right now." you reach out a hand and grip tyler's arm.
"ty, I mean it."
rain starts pelting the windshield. you can hear the wind howling outside of the truck, and you shudder as hail begins to pound against metal.
tyler mumbles something under his breath as he kicks the windshield wipers up to maximum speed. "you sure?" he finally says.
he turns to look at you as you nod, and those precious seconds are all it takes for the world to spin on its axis.
a fence post slams through the windshield as rain and hail continue to obscure the world around you. you scream and tyler jerks the wheel out of instinct. the truck turns sharply, running off the road. your stomach drops as the truck drops and rises again- your own personal rollercoaster from hell.
"tyler!" you yell, gripping the straps of the harness holding you in.
"workin' on it!" he responds, jerking the wheel the other way. the truck rights itself back on the road, and you close your eyes as adrenaline rushes through your veins.
fuck, the others-
"boone, tell the others to turn around now!" you yell at him, and he's nodding frantically from his seat in the back, his hands fumbling for the walkie talkie in the floor.
"so much for an EF1!" tyler says, and although his tone sounds easy, his face betrays him. you can see the glimpse of fear in his eyes. it mirrors your own.
"yeah, ri-" you begin, but the sentence never fully forms.
you black out as another car slams into the passenger side of the truck.
"c'mon, get up!"
everything feels fuzzy. your head is pounding, and your ears are ringing. pain shoots through your body, engulfing every inch of skin. you think something has to be broken, judging from the numbness you feel on the right side of your body.
"get up!"
your eyes begin to crack open, but your vision is blurry. someone is a few feet in front of you, but you can't make out who it is.
"for fuck's sake-" the voice growls, and you can just hear the faint crunching of glass before your hearing comes back in full force.
the wind is an unbearable howl, and the rain and hail pounding down around you make hearing your own thoughts almost impossible-
your thoughts. what had happened? one second, you're driving and then-
fuck. tyler. boone. where were they?
your eyes shoot open, your body jerking against the harness still keeping you strapped to the leather passenger seat.
you look to your left- to the driver's side- but tyler isn't there. you try to turn you head to see into the back, but a sharp pain in your neck quickly stops you.
"tyler?!" you yell, but your voice is carried off by the wind. you can't even hear your own words.
"boone?!"
"they're fine!" a voice calls to you, and your gaze shoots back to the driver's side. you can see a man crouching by the driver's now blown-out windowâ which is upside down.
you were upside down. the truck had rolled with the impact of whatever had hit you. everything comes back with devastating clarity, and even though adrenaline pumps through your veins, the pain is beginning to become unbearable.
âcan you move?â the voice says. you canât tell who it is through the spots in your vision and the sheets of rain still coming down.
âI-â you start, pushing your chest against the harness. âI think so.â
âgood,â you recognize it as a manâs voice. âthen hurry the fuck up and get out!â
under different circumstances, you wouldâve scoffed at the order, but now wasnât the time for defiance. your life was literally on the line, and if you didnât get to shelter before the tornado engulfed youâ
well, you didnât want to think about that.
you force your brain to gather itself, directing your thoughts toward moving your aching limbs. your left arm is the only one that responds, coming to fumble with the metal buckles of the harness.
the first one unclasps and you swear you could cry from relief.
âany day now!â the man calls, and you canât help but roll your eyes. you reach your left hand across your torso, working at the clasp on your right side.
âim trying!â you call back. once you get it undone, your arms fall downward as gravity claims them. you groan in pain as your right arm shifts. something is definitely broken, but you canât afford to give into the pain at the moment.
you reach for the lap belt, tugging at it with a shaking hand. the wind continues to howl around you, and you feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes. hopelessness begins to eat away at you as you try and try again to undo the lap belt, to no avail.
âitâs stuck!â you call out, hoping the man can hear you. âI canât get out!â
your breathing is picking up. your chest feels tight, and the feeling you still have in your left hand ebbs as you begin to panic.
you donât want to die. you know that. it scares you shitless.
but you donât want anyone else to die, either.
youâre stuck. whoever is outside of the truck isnât. he should run while he canâ
âhold on!â youâre jarred from your thoughts as a figure begins to crawl through the hole left by the blown-out window, and thatâs when you register your savior.
itâs him, the brunette from storm par. the man who belittled you, who rolled his eyes at every sentence you spoke, and who you somehow found yourself missing.
heâs crawling into the cab, his arms no doubt suffering cuts from the shattered glass littering his path. âIâve got you,â he calls to you, and when your eyes meet his, thereâs no look of disdain. thereâs thinly veiled terror.
âyou need to leave me,â you tell him, and you canât tell if the wetness on your face is from your tears or the rain thatâs now blowing sideways into the destroyed truck.
âshut the fuck up,â he tells you, groaning as he slices his forearm on a jagged piece of metal.
âim serious,â you reply, your left hand still fumbling with the belt restraining you. âI canât feel my right sideââ
âwill you shut up? please?â he heaves out, his face inches from yours now as he reaches for the lap belt.
you fall silent, but not because youâre heeding his demands. no, youâre too busy examining his face. heâs never been this close to you, and youâre taking in every little detail before death comes to sweep you up.
canât blame a girl for wanting to gawk at a handsome man in her final minutes, can you?
âstop staring at me,â he grits out, his forearm flexing as he tugs at the lap belt. something has the fabric trapped, and although heâs freeing it inch by inch, youâre not sure ifâ
the belt gives, and his arms leave your lap to cushion your fall, protecting your head from slamming into the metal below you.
he doesnât say anything, but you watch as his gaze flits over your right side. stone cold as ever, his expression gives nothing away regarding your physical state. you canât bring yourself to look down.
âim gonna pull you out, okay?â he says, and you absently nod your head. the pain is heavier nowâ harder to push away. your vision swims as he hooks his arms under yours and shuffles back on his knees.
agony spreads through your thoughts as the numbness gives way to excruciating pain. your eyelids flutter, but the man doesnât stop. he grunts as he pulls you forward again, slowly but surely removing you from the truck.
âyou need to leave me,â you tell him again, your teeth biting into your bottom lip to stifle a scream of pain. âim not going to be able to walk. Iâll just slow you downââ
âjesus christ, you donât listen, do you? im not leaving you here to die.â
he finally makes his way out of the wreckage, pulling you with him. once youâre free of the ruined truck, he stands on shaky legsâ fighting to maintain balance as the wind whips across his figure. he reaches down, scooping you up in his bloody arms, and starts to run as best he can. the rain is so thick you canât even see a foot in front of you, let alone where heâs taking you.
lightning cracks overhead, followed by thunder so loud it shakes your shattered bones. your head tilts up to the sky, and you watch in horror at what was once an EF1 tornado races toward you. itâs got to be an EF4 by nowâ maybe even a 5 based off its sheer size.
âdrop me!â you screech, your working hand clutching the soaked fabric of his storm par shirt.
if he hears you, he pays you no mind as he continues to struggle against the wind.
with your eyes focused on the impending doom behind you, you donât even realize when he reaches his destination. he jumps down into a deep ditch, and you hear him groan as his feet hit the ground. he must be hurt, too.
âis she alright?â a voice calls, and your eyes widen as boone comes into view, a large cut across his forehead that looks like it definitely needs stitches.
ânot the time!â the storm par man shouts, ducking behind your friend. your eyes catch booneâs over his shoulder, and you give your fellow storm chaser a weak wink. booneâs lips crack into a wide smile, even amidst this horrible storm.
the brunette carrying you falls to his knees, laying your back against muddied dirt. he refuses to let you go, his arms cradling you against his chest as he shelters you with his own body. thereâs nothing to hold onto except for him, and you know if the tornado gets any closer, youâll both be goners.
you close your eyes tightly, welcoming your end despite your overwhelming fearâ but it never comes.
you pry your eyes open as the sounds of wind and rain finally begin to subside. the body above yours still clutches you tightly.
âare we alive?â your voice comes out a whisper. your left hand flexes against the manâs chest, and sure enough, it meets a solid body. heâs not an imaginationâ heâs real. youâre still here.
âyes,â his chest rumbles with the words, and his arms slowly snake out from under you as he sits back on his haunches. his eyes are locked on yours, his icy blues unreadable as he watches your face.
you donât say anything for a moment. and then,
âyouâre the stupidest son of a bitch Iâve ever met.â
his eyes widen in surprise, and his stern facade cracks for the first timeâ at least, that youâve seenâ and he chuckles.
the bubble surrounding you two quickly pops as tylerâs voice meets your ears. you turn your head and there he isâ your brother, running towards you with relief written all over his face.
âoh, thank god,â he says, throwing himself to his knees and scooping you up in a hug. you hiss in pain and he pulls back, his hands on your shoulders as he looks you up and down with a grimace.
âyou took the worst of it. those storm par pricksââ his eyes cut to your savior, who is still sitting nearby, watching the two of you. âhit us. you and boone were knocked out, and you were stuck, so I got him first and was coming back, butââ
âty,â you interrupt, your left hand landing atop one of his. âitâs okay. im okay. weâre okay.â
tyler takes a deep breath and nods, his eyes flitting back down your body, focusing on your right leg. you follow his gaze, grimacing at the unnatural twist of the limb. no wonder it had gone numb.
âIâve had worse,â you tell him, taking notice of your limp, lacerated right arm.
ânowâs not the time to play hero,â your brother chastises, standing up before reaching down and picking you up. your eyes meet your saviorâs once more. heâs standing now, too, his arms crossed over his chest as he matches your gaze.
âguess we owe you a thanks, clipboard. and you owe us a new truck.â tyler says, to which the brunette rolls his eyes.
âty,â you roll your eyes, too, as you keep your gaze locked with the brunetteâs. âignore my brother. thank you for saving my lifeâŠ.â you trail off, realizing, truly realizing for the first time that you donât know his name.
âscott.â he tells you. you nod.
âthank you, scott.â
he nods back, turning his back to you as he starts to limp back to the road your vehicles had been abandoned at. you doubted they would still be there.
just as youâre about to look away from his retreating form, he glances over his shoulder and gives you a true, sweetly small, smile.
maybe storm par isnât so bad after all.
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Summary - exes who get back together, leading to A LOT of smut.
Warnings : Smut, swearing, minors DNI, fingering, p in v sex, anal, oral sex - both male and female receiving.
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You and Lando had been dating on and off few about 2 years now. It started off as friends with benefits - neither of you were able to put in the time and effort for a relationship because of his f1 and your modeling career - so it was just hook ups for a quick fuck whenever you were free and in the same country. Obviously though, feelings were soon coming in strong for the both of you, so you became official for a bit, until it was becoming too difficult, so you mutually broke it off. Until you found your way into each others beds more often then not. So it really was like a game of running around in circles.
You had last seen Lando 2 months ago, before he jetted to Asia and USA for his races, where you 'broke up' again. You'd told him that that was the last time, and that you both seriously needed to move on from each other. It was hard, you wont lie - the both of you full of emotions and not wanting to let go - but it was also for the best. Your careers were too demanding.
Last night though - he texted you.
In town for a bit, staying at the lake house with my parents for the weekend. Wanna come over tomorrow night? They'll be out.
Lan.. you started replying but he was quick to send another text.
I know what we said last time, but I really need to fucking see you
Okay, what time?
Say 10? Bring swim clothes
You just reacted to his message with a heart.
You were a mess today. Why were you so nervous to see him?
Maybe because you didn't want to walk away? Didn't want to have to leave him again?
You wore a skimpy red bikini and threw on a pair of denim shorts and tank top. The drive to the lake house was not far from yours - so you got there in good time.
You grabbed your bag and made your way to the door. Holding in a breath and you knocked.
''It's open'' you heard him say.
You pushed the door open and there he was. Standing in the kitchen in nothing but his swim shorts, opening a bottle of wine, sending you his deliciously handsome smile.
''There she is'' he said, putting the wine down and coming up to you before pulling you in for a tight hug.
You responded immediately to his touch. It instantly calmed you down and took the nerves away. This was your Lando - how could you be nervous about him, you thought to yourself.
''Hey Lan'' you breathed out.
He pulled back and looked at you, eye wandering between your own eyes and your lips.
But he couldn't hold back anymore. He crashed his lips to yours as he picked you up by your thighs and set you on the counter. His lips were sloppy and messy against yours, which had you moaning into the kiss. Lando took this as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You ran your hands along his bare back as he lowered his lips to your neck, sucking and biting at your sweet spot.
''Lan'' you panted.
''Missed you so fucking much this time'' he whispered, slowly peeling your top of of you.
''I missed you too'' you couldn't help but mutter between breathes.
''Fuck'' he said before pulling back. He must have seen the worried look so he quickly smirked at you. ''The nights' gonna end here and now if we carry on. Wine?''
You smiled back. ''Please''
He poured you both a glass before you went to sit outside. It was sort of chilly, so he had a fire going as well as the hot tub bubbling away.
''In or out?'' he asked, pointing at the hot tub.
''Hmmm, out for now'' you said.
You both took a seat and gazed up at the sky, just listening to nature, and happy to be in each others' presence.
''Soooo'' he started. ''How have you been. We actually didn't even catch up this time.''
''I know. But I've been good. I guess. Busy. Work's great.'' you looked at him as you continued- ''Missed you though. Been miserable without you''
Without any hesitation he pulled your chair close to his and interlocked your hands together.
''I've been thinking..'' he paused for a few seconds. ''About us. I hate being away from you. Not being able to text and call whenever i want. Not being able to kiss you when i want. I want to put in the effort to make us work. I want all of you, y/n''
You gasped at his admission. A bittersweet feeling washing over you. He was saying everything you've wanted him to say. But is it worth the risk? Getting back together, for real, and then having the risk of heart break when things don't work out.
Lando bought your hand up to his mouth and kissed your knuckles when you didn't respond straight away. But something in the way he was looking at your tonight made you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. That there would be no heartbreak. You held on to that piece of hope.
''I want all of you too Lan. I want us to work, more than anything'' you pleaded back to him.
He smiled and pulled your whole body onto his lap, kissing you hard and deep. ''Just need to communicate, yeah?'' you nodded in response. ''And be honest with each other'' you added.
''Hmm mm'' he said, kissing you again. This time slow and sensual, still deep enough to make you see stars.
''You're mine forever, y/n. Never forget that'' he whispered.
''All yours Lan, always'' you said, peeling your top off for the second time tonight.
Lando gently stood up, lifting you with him, before stepping into the hot tub, lowering you down back on his lap, all the while his lips never left yours.
Things quickly turned heated, physically and metaphorically. The hot tub was steaming, already breaking a sweat on your faces. And your actions - well anytime the two of you were joined together, it was hot.
Lando's kisses became erratic, desperate. He was kissing, sucking, nipping, soothing every inch of your face and neck while all you could do was moan and pull on his hair, edging him on to give you more.
Your skimpy red bikini top was soon untied and ripped off of you, revealing your perky boobs and taunt, pink, hard nipples. You didn't miss how Lando's eyes turned a shade darker.
He lowered his mouth and began his onslaught on them. Sucking and biting at them relentlessly, over stimulating you.
''Lan, oh my god, slow down'' you panted, pulling harder at his hair so he'd get the hint. But of course he didn't. He was for sure leaving purple bruises for tomorrow, not showing any mercy.
He finally pulled back for air, but that didn't stop his fingers from sliding into your bikini bottoms to cup your sex. The movement had you jolting. He was the last person - besides yourself - to touch you there, and that was over two months ago. So to finally feel what-or who-you've craved so much of, sent your spiraling and reacting instantly.
He spoke with a teasing tone. '''Fuck, y/n. Already this wet. For me?'' he asked smirking at you, gliding his fingers through your folds.
''Fuck you Lan'' you teased back.
''Baby. You're gonna fuck me. My fingers. Now.'' he said, lining two finger up at your entrance, not pushing in yet though. You gave him a confused look when he stopped. But just chuckled. ''Fuck my fingers, y/n''
Something clicked in you and you finally got the hint. You quickly lowered your self on his fingers. The stretch burning you, but nearly not enough to what you craved.
''That's it. So tight and slick for me'' Lando said as he pulled your face down to lock lips once again.
You set a brutal pace, chasing the high that you needed, while Lando added a third finger to the mix, also finding your clit with his thumb.
''Lando, I'm close'' you moaned into the kiss. He didn't reply verbally though. He just curled his fingers at just the right moment, rubbing them against the spongy spot in your cunt, which sent you trembling over the edge.
Your orgasm left you body hard and fast, shaking while Lando held you in his arms, slowing his fingers, riding you through the intensity. You groaned his name, squeezing his biceps as you let your juices release on his fingers.
The two of your just embraced each other for a few minutes, before Lando carefully slid his fingers out of you and lifted you out the water to sit on the ledge with just your legs staying in the water.
The cool air of the night hardened your nipples and raised goosebumps on your skin as Lando pushed you back to lie down, as he stepped in between your legs and spread them apart.
He took your bikini bottoms off and threw them to the side. Now your cunt was on full display. He reached forward and licked the cum that was still dripping out of you. The feeling of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity through your body, making you latch onto his hair again.
''Hmm Lan, more. Please'' you begged.
His slow pace was soon replaced with a series of ferocious licks and sucks, his mouth lapping at your cunt as if he were starved - which he would argue he is.
''So fucking delicious babygirl, missed my favorite taste'' he murmured before continuing his activity.
You opened your legs further, giving him better access. He added a finger to play as well, and within minutes you felt that all too familiar warmth start to build up in your stomach. All it took was one bite of your clit between Lando's teeth and you violently came all over his face.
''Fuck y/n, that was a load full. So fucking sexy'' he commented, making sure to swallow all that you gushed his face with.
He sat back down and pulled your jelly-like body onto his lap again. The warm waster soothing your aching pussy that was still throbbing.
Lando took your face in his hands and peppered you with feather like kisses. His finger stopped at your mouth and you took it in without hesitation. Suck at it, eyes not leaving his.
You suddenly whined, an urge to taste him over coming you.
''Lan, need to taste you. Please'' you said, already climbing off him and pulling his shorts off underwater.
But he stopped you. ''Later. First need to fill you up. Need to feel you around me. Please y/n.''
Your brain short circuited as soon as the words left his mouth. As you forgot how much you wanted needed him in you.
You were quick to climb onto his lap again, this time his dick was rubbing against your inner thigh, feeling hard and hot.
You took him in your hands, pumping him a few times as he moaned your name.
''Oh y/n. Fuck.''
You giggled at him. You'd hardly touched him and he was putty in your hands, pulling at your hair now.
''Laugh at me again and I won't let you cum'' he said, very matter of factly, though his smirk told you a different story.
''Oh yeah?'' you teased, lifting yourself up slightly and running his cock through your folds.
''Babygirl you'll be the death of me''
''Hmmm mm'' you mumbled, already distracted by feeling him on your most sensitive parts.
Lando took your face in his hands again. He kissed you, his tongue sliding back in and then sucking harshly on your tongue. ''Gonna ride me yeah? Fuck me til you're screaming my name?''
''Lan'' you breathed. Your cunt clenching desperately, needling to feel him now.
He took his dick out of your hands and lined himself up at your entrance.
In one swift movement you sank down on him. He filled you up to the brim. You sat still, allowing your body to accept the intrusion, the stretch was sore, but in seconds the pleasure over came you and you began to move.
Lando's hands settled at your waist, his touch light, as he let you set the pace. Your hands found his hair again, pulling at it as you rode him.
''So fuckin tight for me angel. That's it baby, fuck me harder'' he mumbled between breaths.
By now all coherent thoughts had left your mind. All you could do was moan his name, chant it through gritted teeth, as your movements became faster and faster.
You don't think you'd ever ridden him - or anyone - this hard before. Your pace was brutal. You could feel him hitting just the right spots inside of you, and the water of the hot tub was splashing all over.
''Lan'' you moaned again, guiding his head to your boobs to let him suck softly on your nipples.
You were both so caught up getting lost in each other's bodies that you didn't hear the front door open and close, voices from inside the house muttering away.
That was until you heard Lando's mum speak.
''Lando? Are you outside honey?'' she called.
You both stopped in your tracks, movements coming to a halt.
You were so fucked out to react - to separate away from him, so you just sat still, his dick inside of you.
''Fuck'' he muttered.
''Yeah mum, but I'm good. Go to bed'' he yelled back.
But of course, Cisca, oblivious to what was going on, had to come outside.
''Lan -'' She started but gasped when she saw you - your back to her.
You just hid your face in his neck, not sure you could even get a word out while still feeling him twitch in your cunt.
He let out a nervous chuckle. ''Mum'' he said, smiling at her.
She was dumbstruck, confused? You didn't know.
''It's just y/n, mum'' he said, trying to detactch yourselves but failing to do so.
''Y/n, good to see you. Uh, I'm gonna go inside. I'll see you later'' she said, as something must have clicked in her.
You heard the sliding door close and let out a breath of relief, looking back at the house, then back at Lando.
''Fuck me'' he said, eyes still watching his parents inside, who he could see were desperately trying to busy themselves and go upstairs.
''I kinda was until... how the fuck am I gonna face your parents now'' you pondered, slightly turned off at thinking about it.
''I don't know. We'll deal with it later. For now I need to feel you around me again'' he said, pulling out and pumping himself a few times.
Once he saw the lights downstairs were turned off and no Norris' were in sight, he man handled your body to bend over the sides of the hot tub.
Oh boy you thought to yourself, he's not gonna let you off easily now.
''Anal, yeah?'' he asked just as he lined his tip up with your hole.
All you could do was nod your head. It was new for the two of you, but it was something you only did a few times. You pushed your ass slightly in the air.
And he did. He slammed into you, causing you to let out a guttural moan. He was quick to cover your mouth with his one hand, while the other pulled at your hair.
''Have to be quiet, unless you want an audience'' Lando said through gritted teeth.
You didn't. So you muffled your moans into his hand.
He fucking into you so hard, with so much force, you weren't sure you would be able to walk after. But you didn't care. It felt amazing. He felt fucking amazing.
Not 5 minutes later and you whined. ''Need to come Lan, not gonna last long'' and before you could even finish your sentence, you gushed all over his cock. Your walls clenched around him, throbbed around him.
''Jesus, fuck, y/n, so tight''
You'd think he'd slow his movements and ride you through your orgasm, but this was Lando Norris. Of course he continued to fuck into you with no mercy.
You were sure you would black out if he didn't slow down soon. ''Lan, too much'' you mumbled.
He suddenly pulled out of you and turned out body around so you could took at each other.
''Want me to stop?'' he asked, smirking.
And fuck no, you did not want him to stop. The way your pussy was clenching around nothing sent your body into overdrive. You needed to feel him fill you up again.
You didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so you bit your lip and he couldn't help but laugh at your antics.
''Thought so'' he said, before thrusting back into your normal entrance, very quickly setting a pace that had you seeing stars, while his hands settled on your boobs and fondled with them.
''Lan'' you whined again.
''Doing so good for me princess. So fucking good. Taking me to well.''
You could feel Lando's girth twitching inside of you, his movements getting sloppier by the second.
''Fuck, so close y/n. Together, yeah babygirl?'' he asked.
You nodded again, unable to form any words. He bought his hand up to wipe at the tears that were leaving your eyes.
''Almost there my love. Keep going'' he encouraged you.
''Lan I'm - '' but you were cut off by Lando pinching you clit, your orgasm washing over you which had your body jittering and shaking once again, unable to control yourself. And just at the same time you felt him shoot ropes and ropes of hot cum deep within you. His own body shuddering and whines and moans leaving his mouth.
He pulled your body back into the water to settle above him, dick still inside you, softening quickly.
You slumped forward on him, and he rested his arms on the back of the hot tub, both gasping for air, a thick sheet of sweat plastered on both your faces.
''Fucking hell. That was incredible y/n.'' he said he lifted your head to look at you. His eyes were still shades darker than usual.
You still couldn't form any words, so you smiled sheepishly at him.
''I love you'' he whispered.
Now all the air had left your lungs. It wasn't the first time he'd said it, but something about the way he said it now had reignited all the butterflies in your tummy.
You tears had now returned, so he gently kissed them away before settling his lips on yours, kissing you softly.
''I love you too'' you whispered back, in between kisses.
''Let's get cleaned up yeah? Cuddles after?'' he asked, knowing what your answer would be. It was always cuddles after sex, no matter what.
Lando carried you out he water and made a beeline for his room upstairs, hoping everyone was asleep, since you were both butt naked.
Lando placed you on his bed and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you whining for him.
''Baby I'm back just went to get a warm cloth. He spread your legs apart, fully intending you just clean you up, but his brain nearly short circuited when he saw cum still leaking out of you - more so at the thought of his cum leaking out of you.
He bent down and as gently as he could- because he knew you were over stimulated- he licked a strip up your cunt, collecting as much cum as he could.
You gasped and jumped at the feeling, not expecting it at all.
''Lando! - '' but before you could even continue talking his hand hallowed your cheeks to pry your mouth open and the cheeky bastard let his cum drip from his own mouth down into yours.
You moaned, making sure to swallow every last drop, before he reached down and interlocked your lips once again.
''Dirty'' you chuckled, in between kisses.
''Hmm. Couldn't help it'' he mumbled, and after a while, he did eventually clean you up and spoon you from behind, the both of you drifting into an easy slumber.
You woke to the sun blazing on your body, strring sightly, forgetting where you were until you felt someone pull you closer.
Then it dawned on you - you were with Lando, and apparently back together with him, for real this time?
You could hear his soft snored so you gently turned your body to face his.
He looked angelic. Face contorted in a deep sleep still, mouth slightly agape, blowing cool air onto your own face.
Although you didn't want to wake him, you couldn't help but place a soft kiss on his lips.
You stayed staring at him, admiring him, for god knows how long, until he starting speaking, making you jolt at being caught.
''You're staring'' he mumbled.
''I'm gazing'' you cooed back.
''It's creepy''
''It's romantic''
Lando's eyes flew open and he immediately started tickling you all over.
''Lando! Stop!'' you shrieked.
''Romantic, huh? That's not how you rode me last night'' he smirked, settling his weight on top of you.
''Fuck you'' you mumbled, pulling him by his hair to connect your lips.
''Wrong. You want me to fuck you again, don't you?'' he asked, a knowing smile on his face.
You couldn't help but blush at his words, because, of course you wanted to fuck again.
But first, you wanted something else.
You pushed Lando back to lie on his back and threw your legs over him so you were now sitting on his stomach.
You very quickly noticed the slick dripping out of you. ''Someone's already so wet for me'' he firmly said.
''Shut up'' you replied, as you leaned down to kiss him again, rough and hard this time. You tongue slipping into his mouth for once, earning the sexiest moans from him.
You sucked on his bottom lip for some time until you felt his dick against your ass. Standing angry and tall, hard as rock.
You slid your hand back to pump him while you continued to kiss him, eventually bringing your lips to his neck to leave a few marks for him.
He started twitching in your hand, letting out more moans and a ''fuck, y/n, please'' bit of begging from him.
You made your way down to his nipples, sucking on each of them, biting them, then soothing them with your tongue, all the while you eyes remained locked on his.
Finally though, you slid down enough to see his cock standing in front of your eyes.
He already had pre-cum leaking from the slit, and the thick vein on the underside was protruding dramatically.
''Someones eager'' you threw his words back at him.
''Uh fuck please, please do something'' he begged again.
So you did. You put the tip of his cock in your mouth and sucked at it, hard, swallowing the salty pre-cum.
He hissed at the action. Hips bucking up unable to control himself.
Lando gathered all your hair and held it out of your face as you pushed his cock deeper into your mouth, deep throating him, instantly feeling him hit the back of your throat.
You pulled back for air, a string of spit still connecting your lips to his dick, so he couldn't help but pull you up for a quick kiss.
You pulled away quickly though, eagerly wanting to taste him.
He relaxed back and still help you hair with one hand, while his other rested behind his head.
Every few seconds he buck his hips up to go deeper inside of your mouth, causing you to gag and spring a few tears at the corners of your eyes.
''You're so fucking good at this baby. Best head ever.'' he managed between breaths.
Al you could do was hum at him. Soon his movements started to get sloppy and you could feel his dick twitching again. You knew he was close - so you did the one thing you knew would send him over the edge.
You sucked, hard on his tip again, and in no time he shot sheets of milky white cum down your throat, body shuddering. Listening to his moans had your pussy clenching around nothing, so you squeezed your thighs together as your rode him through his orgasm.
Eventually you pulled back. Your face was a mess. Tears stringing down your cheeks, slightly black with your eyeliner from last night, chin and chest slick with a mixture of sweat, spit and cum.
You breathlessly sat on his stomach again, but he quickly pushed you lower down so he could sit against the headboard and pull you closer.
Lando then began a serious of harsh licks off over your face and chin, chest as well, basically cleaning you up.
As he was doing that, you started to grind yourself against his thigh.
You were so wet already so you easily slid against him. rewarding him with harsh moans and grunts.
Once he 'cleaned you up'', Lando latched his mouth to your perky boobs again. You squirmed at the sensitivity until he started talking again.
''Baby, wanna fuck me again like last night? Ride me again? But this time no interruptions, yeah?''
His words had you dripping even more now. Your mind not being able to form any words. So you simply lifted your self up and lined his dick at your entrance. Then you sat. In one swift movement you sat down on him.
You didn't even give yourself any time to adjust. You very very quickly set a fast pace. Faster than last night if you could. You held his shoulders and gave him everything in you. Swift, quick movements of up and down.
''Oh Lan, yes. Feels so good;'' you mumbled, eyes rolling to back of your head.
''Shit'' he spat back, also not able to form any coherent thoughts. Just you riding him as if your life depended on it.
Within minutes your body was shaking violently as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your moans were uncontrollable, and anyone im the room next door would definitely be able to hear you, but you didn't care. You couldn't even move, so Lando had to chase his own orgasm but jerking his hips up to meet yours, fucking you relentlessly.
''Fuck y/n, fuck. So good. So fuckin tight for me. Gonna fill you up now. Maybe fuck a baby into you, yeah? You want that?'' he asked, not fully releasing what he was saying. Not that you did either, but you reply to him was quick. ''Please Lan, use me was your whore. Give me a baby, fuck. Please fuck'' you said through gritted teeth.
Hearing you call yourself his whore, Lando immediately came inside of you. White cum painting your walls endlessly. His whole body shaking underneath yours.
You both stilled for a few minutes. Letting your breathing come down to normal (if it even could?), just basking in each others sweat and breath.
''Fuck me y/n'' Lando breathed out after a while.
You couldn't help but giggle.
''I just fucked you Lan, already want more?'' you teased.
''You're gonna fucking end me'' he said, pulling you in for a gentle kiss as you played with his curls.
You could feel his dick softening inside you, but as he tried to pull out you stopped him.
You made a shocked face. ''Lan. If you want that baby you'll have to push your cum further into me. Not pull out'' you said smirking.
His expression was priceless but so fucking cute you had to laugh at him.
''I-I'' you started but you cut him off.
''Lan relax, I'm joking. I do, definitely want a baby from you, one day. But for now, I'm on birth control..so we should be okay..I hope'' you said slowly, knowing it wasn't always 100% effective.
But you both just got into a fit of giggles thinking about what you said to each other in that moment.
Just as he started kissing you again, someone knocked on the other side of the wall.
''Hey lovebirds. Thank you so much for the wake-up call. I appreciate it. Oh and how was the hot tub last night?''
It was Flo, Lando's sister.
You both froze at her statement, faces going red and although you shouldn't be, shocked that she probably heard every single thing from this morning.
''Ummm heey Flo'' you chuckled nervously.
Authors note - hope you all enjoyed this. Maybe the most smut I've written? I think so. But I had fun. ALSO - did anyone peep the vampire diaries ref in there?
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â : power bottom afab Al-Haitham x dom gn amab reader notes: aphrodisiac (in chocolates), dirty talk (very), reader is called daddy, haitham calls himself mommy, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy(?), creampie, slight degradation, al-haitham being very very slutty
author talks: yeaâŠ.this happened. Sorry.
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âOkay then, you two lovebirds now have fun~â, Childeâs sheepish grin was the exact reason you adopted the habit of meditation and the path of âpatienceâ. Which, by the way, was running at its limit. Not a single giggle or smile was cracked as he continued to humor his own joke and so to save face from further embarrassment, Zhongli dragged him back to their room.
Yanfei picked up her trolley bags, quite easily you noticed, and unlocked the room just opposite yours and Al-Haithamâs. Hu-Tao mumbled something to your boyfriend and his reaction remained the same whatsoever while she was giggling. You two bid goodbyes to the girls as they entered the room whereas you stepped inside your own, setting the bags down on the floor and taking in the roomâs wide layout.
The group (mainly Childe) had hastily decided on a quick getaway before university would start and the routine of crying, screaming and chugging down caffeinated drinks till everyoneâs body water content changed to dark espresso was to be set in motion. You and al-haitham being the only couple was the target of Childeâs teasing. And it was pure horror when he took the role of booking the hotel rooms without informing anyone. You were sure it would be some love hotel or a shady inn he would put everyone into but what a great surprise it was upon arriving at the place. Cozy, classic and modest.
You stretched your arms and cracked your back, âoofâŠ.am like an old granny nowâ. Haitham plugged both of you guysâ phones to the charger and then skipped to unpacking clothes from the bag like the responsible one in the relationship. âIf you just joined me on my early morning walks everyday, you wouldnât be an old raisinâ, you gasped at his response, the cockiness just smoothly rolling from his lips and that gorgeous face of his is so damning you canât even argue back.
âI am gonna go wash upâ, grabbing your clothes from the bag, you threw one last glance at his figure which was hovering over the complimentary snacks counter, before entering the bathroom. They looked a bit different than the usual tea sachets, and chocolates, with the red heart drawn on but you didnât give them much thought.
That was your biggest mistake.
After getting all clean and smelling like fresh lavender, you decided to take a nap in your bathrobe while Haitham decided to follow after into the washroom. âHoney! Wake me up if we need to go out!â, you shouted from the bed before cozying up inside the warm duvet.
Ah, peace.
With a weird feeling of hotness around your groin and the teasing licks of something wet, you woke up half-asleep from your snooze. Turning your gaze down, you saw Al-Haithamâs lips on your cock. His face looked flushed and the water was still dropping from his wet hair, strands sticking to his forehead.
âH-Haitham?â, you questioned, your voice all groggy yet having the element of surprise. He looked up at you and you felt your breath hitch. His eyes looked different. The composed and intelligent look was now exchanged with that of a hungry desperation. He never once stopped licking your shaft, gliding his tongue up and down while the eye contact was never broken. Plump lips sucking the tip of your thick cock as your nervousness soon drifted to lust.
He took his lips off with a pop yet his hand remained at its place, slowly massaging it up and down while he stared at it breathless. As if he had never seen it before. âW-what are you doing?â, you asked again, slowly. Your hands began to itch. It's like they wanted to force his mouth back on your dick. Make him take it all until his throat bulges. But you wouldnât do that. You were too nice.
âmmmâŠI was hungryâ, he licked like a kitten at the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking, and it made you clench your jaw. âWhat?â, you bit your bottom lip trying to stifle a moan. â....was so hungry for daddyâs cockâ, he groaned before putting your dick back in his mouth and slurping it up. A choked moan came from you when you heard his words. Daddy?.....DADDY???
Were you dreaming? Was it the end of the world? No, maybe you are still asleep and t-
âAhmm~â, you whimpered as Haitham suddenly forced your cock inside his throat. You knew it was too big for him that's why you never coerced him to deepthroat you nor did he ever take the initiative, but now? He was whining with your cock stuffed inside him, throat clenching around it as spit dribbled down his chin. Gagging around it like some cockslut with tears welling up in his eyes. âOh pleaseâŠI wanted this so badâ, liquid trickled down his chin as he took our cock out all the while moaning in a low whine.
âHoneyâŠwh-whats going on?â, you stretched out your hand and cupped his cheeks, worried that maybe he wasnât feeling well. He stared at you before nuzzling in your palm, taking a deep whiff of your scent with his eyes closed. Trying to make his body realize your smell and let it wire inside his head. âFuckâŠ.this wonât doâ, he stood up on his knees, grumbling. The white bathrobe which was hiding his tanned porcelain body was beginning to shed, a working by his own hands.
âCan you tell me whatâs goi-â, your eyes widened in surprise as they trailed down from his face to his cunt the moment the robe dropped down. It was dripping. A swollen clit showing itself off while his inner thighs were coated with slick.
âŠ.did he get this wet just by sucking me off?, your face contorted in confusion. Nothing was registering inside your mind.
âhmmâŠI donât knowâ, his voice was soft and low. âI wanted to kiss you all day longâ, he looked at you with doe eyes, âbut didnât know how to with everyone presentâ. His lips slowly formed into a pout, âandâŠand then I ate that chocolate andâŠ..I felt so hotâ, his hands started running down his body as if trying to tell you where it was burning. Chocolates?, you thought. But ho-
You remembered Childeâs winking face and it finally struck you.
Aphrodisiacs. That son of a bitch.
âNgh~youâre not focusing on meâ, he whined like an irate kid, his deep voice suddenly sounding a different pitch. His flushing cheeks now had tears trickling down them just because your eyes had dared to wander away from him. âNonono Honey!â, you took his hands in yours, oddly happy seeing him like this, âI always focus on youâŠ.youâre the only thing I ever see!â. A shy smile popped up on his face and his turquoise eyes sparkled. âReally?â, he asked and you had never nodded so fast in your life. âSo thenâŠ..do you see how wet this is?â, he pulled his hands back and reached down to his lower part, âdo you see that it's so empty and aching so much?â. You gulped, trying to satisfy your parched throat but every inch of your body was hot right now. âI-It really needs your cock inside itâ, he mumbled mindlessly, not having any idea about its effect on you.
âMommy wanted Daddyâs cock all dayâ, he moaned as he slipped a finger inside his hole, âwanted daddyâs thick cock to stretch this starving cunt outâ, his gaze burning a hole into your own as his lips parted open in a soft gasp. Mommy??????
Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Stars. You were seeing literal stars around your room because this was unreal. Your lover, the great al-haitham, who would never beg you for a kiss let alone your cock, who would always judge when you would call him corny nicknames in public is now being filthy?? Is this what aphrodisiacs do? Turn normal people into mindless sluts?
âAnd nowâŠMommy has caught daddyâ, he suddenly bent down, crawling towards you as his pecs flexed like a pair of tits and you had half a mind to just reach out and grope them. âSo daddy will breed mommy like a good cumslut, right?â, his voice was sultry with a hint of patheticness as he positioned himself up.
Your cock was so painfully hard, it was embarrassing. The veins looked like they were about to burst and you were really concerned that it would take you just a second to ejaculate if your lover came anywhere close to your dick. For your boyfriend, it was a different case.
He was looking down at your shaft with hearts in his eyes. Ragged breaths leaving his mouth while a blush crawled up his body. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, in an act of devouring you and your member. Your dick was standing erect and if he lowered himself a bit, the tip would be easily rubbing his pussy folds.
And thatâs exactly what he did.
He slowly lowered himself, and the moment your dick touched his wet muscles, he hissed, eyelashes fluttering while his body relished the sensation. Trying to push himself down as your crown forced itself inside his hole, it was clearly too big but the burn felt so good. âF-fuckâŠ..youâre so bigâ, he cried out once your tip finally settled inside his hole but the entirety was still remaining. Your eye looked at his nipples, all perked and red, and you really wished you could suck on them but you had to be the rational one right now.
His whimpers gained decibels as he worked himself open on your cock, trying to take it all. âNgh~ my tight pussy just can't take youâŠhahâ, his voice, his face, his pussy, everything was driving you insane. âFuck itâ, you growled as the last thread of reason snapped.
Pulling him down on your cock in an instant, Al-haitham screamed your name. His walls clenching around your throbbing dick as sticky fluids dripped out of him. The poor boy had jolts of shock coursing through his body as the orgasm fired up his nerves. He had already come.
âLook at this whoreâ, you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled your trembling boyfriend closer, âI put my dick inside you and you cum immediately?â, the ridges of your dick rubbing along his sensitive insides and out came a meek whimper. The shame felt good to him, like it was something that was so natural. It was the way he was whining, the way his body felt limbless and his cunt so full that made him look all the more perfect for you to ruin. Although he was already mindbroken.
Placing your hands on his butt and groping that tender flesh you growled, âyou wanted that cunt of yours to be fucked right?â, your eyes burning with lust, âso get readyâ. Grabbing his ass, you made him bounce on your cock while your sobbing lover gasped in surprise. âOughk- yesyesyes sâbig kgghh-â, words slurring and his tongue lolling out. He was completely drunk on your cock and it was fucking wonderful.
âWhoâs pretty pussy is this?â, you licked his neck aggressively while he just moaned in response. Angry, your hand left its position at its buttcheek to pinch his clit and Haitham almost felt his soul drive out of his body. âWhose is it!â, your voice sounded a lot more stern and demanding now as Haitham babbled, âyours~ sâyours daddy ugh-â. Truly reduced to a brainless nothing.
Haithamâs walls were contorting to the shape of your pulsing member inside and the pain suited him. All warm, wet and aching, as his gummy walls hugged you in a desperate fervor. He had never felt this good before. Oh, how he wished now to be a free use fleshlight of yours so that you could pick him up anytime and fill his pussy until it's gaping, spilling it all out like a pathetic slut who canât do a single job. A slut who knows nothing except having his daddyâs cock splitting him open and breeding him.
âS-shit haitham youâre so tightâ, you croaked because his gummy walls were clenching down on your shaft all the right ways and it felt heavenly. Fat globs of tears rolled on his cheeks as his guttural pleas of âtoo much!â and âsho good~â sang in your ears. His hand trailed down to his stomach and he felt your dick bulging through it. Giggling he drooled, âdaddy shooo hugeâ, your eyes scanning his unkempt hair and erotic face while he inched closer to you,âI can feel you all up in my tummyâ, he whispered mischeviously. Fuck, this man is gonna be the death of you.
His head jerked back and he howled as you angled your thrust at a spot that made him blank. Hips stuttering and nails digging on your shoulders, you knew he was close. âBab-oh oh, Im gonna cumâ, you moaned before nibbling on his neck then moving to kiss his lips. He moaned into your mouth, chasing after it, the ache between his legs and the tingling sensation on his clit told him he was close too. âCloseâŠmâclose nghâ, he keened in a high pitched voice as your rhythm turned erratic, faster and more brutal inside him.
âInsideinsideinsi- cum inside pleashee~â, choked whimpers of relentless begging turned your head dizzy and you complied because there was no way you were missing the chance of filling your boyfriendâs pretty pussy up when he was being so cute. Your palm rubbed against his swollen nub while Al-Haitham felt your tip prodding at the entrance of his cervix, good god you were so deep it was turning his brain into mush. Heâd end up getting knocked up by you at this point, an idea Al-Haitham was suddenly getting fond of.
And as you came with a low moan, your hand tightly gripping his waist, your lover felt the burning knot in his abdomen finally fall apart. As the feel of your thick, warm cum rushed inside him, he could feel his eyes roll back and his body convulse in your arms due to the shockwaves. Orgasm so shattering, nothing but croaking gasps left his mouth and he was aware of how his pussy was sucking out every last drop of your seed. A ravenous beast.
Carefully settling his head in the crook of your neck, you looked down below at the white ring around the base of your cock and the few trails of fluid dripping down your cock. Oh god, your eyes widened as the realization hit you, oh god he is gonna kill me. The pleasure felt so good you forgot the consequence of going rough on your loverâs cunt, taking him to poundtown like some madman. But dear lord was it so scandalously good. All the more sinful to commit.
While your brain pondered scenarios as to how you would explain stuff to Haitham or maybe firstly go and kill that ginger in his room, a slight hint of pain erupted in your cock. You thought that maybe it was because Haitham was still wrapped around your length, that it was his hole clenching around you, but you were so wrong. The slow grind of his hips as you felt your soft cock turn hard inside him made you realize your incorrect assumption.
âWh-what-?â, a finger was pressed on your lips as Haitham looked up to face you. âMommy is still not done yetâ, he whispered as you saw the outline of hearts appearing in his eyes again. âI told you right, you need to turn me into a cumslutâ, a sly smirk appeared on his lips, âneed to breed me until all I can think of is daddy's fat cock messing up my insidesâ.
âGet to workâ, he instructed.
You silently gulped. Oh this is gonna be a long night.
â â â â â â
âYâall they are really late, should we go by ourselves?â, Yanfei mumbled angrily. The group was waiting for you two to come out of your room but you both had refused to answer any calls or texts and so the rest were huddled in Childeâs room.
Ding!
âGuys, we wonât be able to go out today, Haithamâs a bit sickâ, Zhongli read out your message to the group and they all sighed, maybe with the question that how did he even get sick. All except childe.
âShould we go and check up on h-â,asked Zhongli, âNo!â, to which Childeâs abrupt reply silenced all. Everyone looked at him, confused.
âThis is a different kind of sicknessâŠ.you guys wonât get itâ, he smiled a knowing smirk, something the others innocent minds had no idea about. He urged everyone to get out of the hotel and enjoy the day along the beach with drinks and food. Just like his two friends who were having the time of their lives, rutting into one another.
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backstory of each pic at the end <3
backstory of each pic:
àŒ»Ê 1. âi loveee this outfit on you, you look so cute,â you smirked knowing your boyfriend doesnât take compliments well.
âthis outfit? you have weird taste.â he rolled his eyes but you can see the corner of his lips fighting back a smile.
you ignore his comment and move away from him as he gives you a questioning look. his confusion is gone when you pull out your film camera from your drawer. âis this really worth film?â
âyes, the fit, your hair, and mr wrinkleton- this is important!! smile please.â he then finally posed, barely smiling but thatâs as much as youâre gonna get out of him.
àŒ»Ê 2. âmatt, stop!â you giggle running away from matt who had started a pillow fight earlier. you walked into his room wearing his pj bottoms (from pic 1) and told him theyâre yours now. he claimed itâs his favorite but it was yours too :( you unintentionally declared a war when you said if he wants them back heâll have to take it himself.
thatâs when he stood up and started chasing you and it turned into a pillow fight. see, he doesnât actually care about the pants- you can have his entire closet if you asked. but he loved teasing you just as much as you loved annoying him.
you run into nickâs room yelling, â nick, help! your brother is trying to kill me!â
âshe stole my pants, i want them back!â he laughed, out of breath.
âarenât boyfriends supposed to like giving their clothes to their girlfriends? stop being a loser matt.â nick said, pulling out his phone to record this. âEXACTLY, tell him nick!!â
matt finally got a hold of you as he tackled you into nickâs bed, both of you giggling and play flighting while nick eventually gets tired and kicks you both out.
àŒ»Ê 3. you and matt agreed to keep your relationship offline for at least a year. well it was finally your one year anniversary and matt surprised you with a trip just the two of you.
you woke up cuddled in mattâs arms, he gave you a soft kiss as he struggled to fully wake up. youâre more of a morning person than he is so you sat up taking in the view from the hotel and that paired with how fine your boyfriend is you decided to take a âsoft launchâ picture asking matt if you can post it to which he nods. the pic became a fan favorite amongst his fans for obvious reasons :)
àŒ»Ê 4. before this picture was taken, you and matt were in his roomâŠmaking outâŠa lot. it was getting intense with his grip on your waist guiding your hips back and forth on his lap while your hands pull and tug on his hair and his tongue down your throat.
before this went any further you hear a loud yell from chris saying âfoodâs here.â groaning you get up off him admiring how fucked he looks. âwait a few minutes, i canât go out with a hard on.â you laughed and said youâll meet him outside.
when he comes out of his room his hair is still a mess and he looked as fine as ever. you told him and nick to pose for a friday dump but really, you just wanted to this look on your boyfriend. youâll definitely pick up where you left off tonight.
àŒ»Ê 5. beach date with matt <3
àŒ»Ê 6. matt was playing with your puppy and you left them to go make some food, when you came back you found them napping together on the ground making your heart melt. you love them both so much.
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