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milkpup · 11 months ago

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｡⋆ʚ♡ a bitch meant for breeding

›› nsfw 18+ jjk oneshot!

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›› zenin naoya x y/n ›› 18+ f!reader ›› wc: 3,207

‹𝟹 summary: you’re naoya’s wife, and he’s determined to treat you like the pet he believes you are. he takes your sex life up a notch, showing you how he really feels about you:3

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: petplay, assault / impact play

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, breeding, degradation, name calling, pet play, puppy play, light praise, slapping, spanking, choking, rough sex, misogyny, owner / pet dynamic, leash + collar, naoya has a big dick, light biting, light blood, cum swallowing, rough fingering, finger fucking, orgasm denial + delay, throat fucking, mating press, doggy style, missionary

‹𝟹 notes: typically i see naoya more as someone to be subby (bc i wanna put him in his place). but one of my fave artists posted the pic above + the uncensored one, and i went fkn FERAL. like i would be naoya’s dog frfr. i wanna be his pet frfr. this is completely self-indulgent and pure smut. enjoy the ride:3 i made naoya a bit mean, but ultimately i made him a lil nice at the end. my fic and i want nice naoya rn >:(((( (even tho we all know hes a certified misogynist lolol)

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The Zenin clan was known for its harsh treatment towards the women of the clan. They don’t allow them to educate themselves and they are forced in domestic roles and used to make children. While it gives the woman’s family a good reputation to marry into the Zenin clan, her life usually got worse as a result.

Marrying Naoya Zenin was no exception to this rule; if anything, it was actually worse in comparison. As much as Naoya makes your blood boil, he makes your pussy drip even more. You can’t stand to be around him. His personality is insufferable and he’s a misogynistic asshole, just like everyone else in this hellscape of a family. And despite this, he knows exactly how to pleasure you in ways you never thought you’d be into.

It started out as normal, vanilla sex even before you two were officially married. He never tried anything too crazy, just using your body like he owned you, but never taking it anywhere. Over time, you put up less resistance when he told you to do things for him. While it pissed you off sometimes to be his basically his servant, he always rewarded you in the end and you couldn’t deny how amazing it was every time.

One night, after he had been out late drinking with buddies, he comes home with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You greet him at the door, taking care of his coat and belongings. He’s looking at you like a predator. He scoops you up, trailing kisses from your chin to your lips. Naoya bites your bottom lip slightly, drawing a hint of blood as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours. He’s tasting every part of your mouth as he carries you to your room.

Despite his drunkenness, his coordination when tossing you onto the bed was surprisingly swift. He pushed you against the bed with such animosity it was like something had possessed him. He starts nipping at your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and spit along your jawline before meeting your lips once more. He twirled his tongue around yours, sucking every part he could. He pulled his lips away from yours, a string of spit connecting you two. “Open,” he commanded. And you did just that. You opened your mouth as he spit into it, telling you to swallow it after.

He watched with satisfaction at your instant submission. You were like his pet. And he wanted you to know that. He kissed you once more before pulling apart and walking over to a drawer, opening it and pulling out a leash and a collar. You were only slightly able to make out his figure, his form quite hazy in the darkness of the room, but you could hear the jingle and clank of the collar.

He walked up to you, a hand offering the collar to you. He had it engraved with your name beforehand, saving this for the right moment. “Will you be a good bitch for me, ____?”

You were looking up at him, eyes wide with a blush creeping across your face. You nod, squeaking out a quiet “Yes sir” in response to his question.

Naoya grinned as he reached to buckle the collar around your neck. “Good girl. Such a good little puppy for me, huh? I’m honestly a little surprised you raised no objections. Such a dumb little puppy, aren’t you?” He buckled the collar and moved his hand to your cheek and caressed you softly right before he pulls his hand away and slaps your face.

You gasp at the impact, looking up at Naoya with a mixture of fear and arousal. His hand snakes its way up the side of your face, before resting on the crown of your head and gripping you by a fistful of hair. He gently tugs your head to meet his, kissing you once more. “Be a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth it, okay?” He says as he pulls back, hooking the leash to the collar recently buckled around your neck. You only nod up at him, eyes saying everything you can’t with your mouth.

He rubs your head a bit, praising you. “Good pup.” You blush at the pet name, feeling heat spread in your body. “Take my clothes off, sweetheart. Be a good bitch and prep me after too, yeah?” He finishes by tugging your head slightly, just enough to add some pressure.

Your hands meet his waistline first. You tug at the drawstring of his sweats, pulling them off. His briefs follow suit, exposing his thick cock. You never would have guessed when you first met him, but he had a piercing going through the tip of his cock. It always added an extra sensation, and it was interesting to look at. You always wondered how painful it must have been.

Naoya’s cock bounces out of his sweats, precum already leaking from the swollen, angry looking tip. He’s looking down at you, expectantly. You don’t immediately budge, and so Naoya pulls on the leash attached to your collar, pulling you up to meet his cock. “Suck it, slut.” He commands as he’s tugging your head closer and closer.

You meet the tip of his cock, kissing it lightly, trying to be cute. Naoya grunts, pushing your lips open with his thumb and forcing his cock into your mouth. You barely have time to prepare yourself before Naoya is shoving his thick cock down your throat, still tugging at the leash and bringing you even closer into him. Your hands are trying to push away as his cock is pushed deep into your throat, cutting off your air. You can barely breathe through your nose as you struggle to push against him, but this only makes Naoya snaked a hand through your hair and push your head against his cock even more. “I know you can handle it, whore. I thought you’d be a good girl for me, so why are you resisting?” He taunts as he fucks into your throat causing drool to drip from your lips down your chin.

Tears were forming at your eyes as you look up to see Naoya fully immersed in his pleasure, head thrown back as he throat fucks you. He can see the tears starting to form at your eyes, only serving to turn him on more in a sick, sadistic sense of pride. He releases his grip from you momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath for only a few mere moments before resuming his rough abuse of your throat.

He picks up speed, not allowing you to get used to his erratic rhythm as you feel his cock start to twitch, warning you of what’s to come. You don’t really like swallowing, not that Naoya gives a fuck whether you do or not. Naoya does as he pleases. And right now, he would enjoy watching you swallow his cum. He likes the idea of fucking his cum down your throat, but he wants to watch you swallow it instead. Thus, he warns you before he’s about to cum and pulls out. “Open wide for me, pup. Time for your milk~” He purrs as he strokes his thick cock, shooting thick ropes of cum into your mouth.

The taste is horrible, and there’s so much it’s spilling out your mouth, just how Naoya wants you. “Swallow it, slut. Drink it like the good girl you are.” You swallow everything before opening your mouth and showing Naoya. He praises you, before bending down and spitting into your mouth following it with a sloppy kiss. He pulls away before pushing you onto your back on the bed. He pulls your top off first, watching the way your tits bounce when the shirt comes off. He trails kisses down your abdomen before reaching the waistband your pants. He tugs at it with a finger before completely pulling them off, leaving your panties on.

Naoya pushes your legs apart before positioning himself between them. He spits on one of his fingers as his other hand meets your clothed cunt, before pulling the panties to the side. His other finger rubs your slit, feeling how utterly soaked you are from just being teased and facefucked. His long, slender finger slides over your hole before making its way up to your clit, rubbing small circles around it. Naoya can hear your pathetic attempts at stifling your moans like you’re embarrassed, and he makes it one of his goals to make you louder. He wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore you are.

His finger makes it way back to your tight hole, slipping itself inside the wet and warm entrance. Naoya feels you immediately clench at the intrusion, hearing your cute moans as a result. “Good girl, let me hear how much you love me doing this yeah?” He encourages you as he pushes his finger all the way in, before immediately pulling it out and fucking you with it all over again. He wastes no time in adding another finger, trying to stretch your tight cunt open as much as he could. His fingers are drilling into you, making lewd wet slapping noises that fill the quiet room. Your soft moans betray how aroused you are.

Naoya pulls out to your chagrin, before rolling you over onto your tummy across his lap. He spreads your legs open once again before forcing his fingers back into your needy hole. You yelp out in surprise as his fingers slip inside, scissoring themselves and spreading you open. Naoya uses his other hand to spread your ass open, giving him a close up view of your weeping hole taking only 2 of his fingers and already struggling. “You’re taking it like such a good slut, yeah? You want me to stretch you out after?” He asks, feeling you clench around his fingers the moment he finishes his question. He laughs a bit. “I guess that’s your response, huh pup?”

It's that damn pet name again. You moan he lifts his hand to slap your ass. Naoya does not hold back in the slightest, repeating his slaps until he’s satisfied with the redness spreading across your ass. He pushes in another finger, this time feeling your stretch cunt at its limit. He pulls your body up into a sort of doggy position, you on your knees face down onto the bed. His fingers are slamming into your cunt, your juices dripping onto his hand and wrist then onto the bed.

Naoya bends down beside you, purring into your ear. “You’re such a good whore, aren’t you?” Your cunt clenches in response to his praise-degradation and he chuckles beside you. “I love bitches who make messes so easily, and you’re just like that. I bet you’re already close just from me fucking your tight cunt with my fingers.” He smirks at his taunt. You’re moaning into the bed, drool spilling from the sides of your mouth as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your cunt. He brings his other hand to your clit, thumb circling the sensitive nub as he brings you one step closer. Naoya was right, you were close, and he could tell just from your body how desperate you were to cum and make a mess right in front of him.

“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna make a mess for me, yeah?” You could only whine into the bedsheets, face pressed against the mattress as you felt Naoya bringing you ever so closer to your release. His thumb pressed harder onto your clit, rubbing it with more intensity as his other three fingers fucked into you with ferocity. You were drooling all over the sheet as you whined, feeling yourself tighten up around Naoya’s fingers as you feel that knot in your stomach start to snap—

And then Naoya pulls away both his hands, right as he felt you about to be pushed over the edge. You lift your head up, whining as you pout and look at him. He has the cheekiest grin plastered on his face as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans your juices off them. “Sorry, pup, but you don’t cum until I tell you to. Got that?” Your pitiful whines come out as a response, still squirming under Naoya at the loss of touch.

You softly squeak out, “Yes sir.” In response to Naoya’s question. You would do anything for him in this moment if it meant he would let you cum all over him. Literally anything. You would bark for him if he asked; he probably would like it given the puppy stuff anyways. Fuck, you’d even do tricks for him if he really wanted to, anything if it meant he praised you and helped you cum.

Naoya smiled even wider, setting a hand on your head and petting you. “Good girl,” he coos. You feel your heart melt and your pussy throb at the praise. He’s making it painfully slow for you, taking his time before he’s going to touch you again. He pushes your face back into the mattress, scooting your ass closer to him in the process.

Naoya parts your thighs ever so slightly, giving him better access to your sloppy cunt. He lines his thick cock against your hole, pushing his pierced head in ever so slightly. Even with his three fingers fucking your cunt and spreading it out, his cock was still a tight fit for you. He grips your hips with his firm hands as he pushes into you in one sadistic push, bottoming out into your tight cunt. You yelp out in pain as he slams his thick cock into you, feeling every ridge, vein, and especially his fucking piercing. You didn’t think it would feel extra good, but it’s an added sensation that you can’t get from anything else, and it feels fucking amazing.

You moan against the bedsheets loud enough for Naoya to hear as he pulls his cock out and slams it back in. “Fuck, ____, your cunt is so tight. It’s like it’s made just for me, yeah? A hole meant for me to breed, isn’t it? You’re just a bitch meant for breeding, aren’t you?” Naoya asks as he roughly spanks your ass in tandem with his thrusts. “Answer me, pup, what are you?” Naoya demands an answer as he hardly tugs at the leash, pulling you up against him.

The collar is pushing against your airway as he tugs at the leash supporting your weight. Because of this, you can barely choke out the words he was expecting to hear from you. “I’m a bitch… meant for breeding...” You sputter out as his thrusts increase in velocity and force. You moan against him as he pulls your body fully against his, fucking into you from behind.

“Good girl,” Naoya coos as he places a gentle kiss on your neck before biting down hard in the same spot. He draws a bit of blood, licking the area clean and kissing it once more before he lets go of you and pushes you onto the bed again.

Without breaking contact between you two, Naoya expertly flips you onto your back. He never stops his rhythm fucking into your abused cunt while moving your legs. He fucks you a bit in a missionary position, looking down into you as tears are forming at your eyes. “Fuck, Naoya, it feels sho fucking good~!!!” You slur your words out as you look into your eyes, his thick cock never relenting. You reach your arms around his neck as you pull him down to you into a quick kiss.

He pushes away from you, but not before gently biting on your lip first. He pulls his cock out momentarily as he places both your legs onto his shoulders. He pushes his body fully into yours, trying to feel every inch of your body. He slams his cock back into your messy hole as you moan into him. You can feel his warm breath as he trails kisses from your jawline to your neck, biting you in almost the same spot as before. The sharp pain only adds a distinct sensation that enhances your pleasure.

You can feel the knot building in your stomach again, threatening to snap at any moment. “Naoya, m gonna—m gonna cum, soon!!!” You stumble out your words, trying to warn him in advance so this time he can reward you.

Naoya grins and fucks into you harder, drilling his thick cock into your tight cunt. “Good slut, cum for your owner, bitch. I own you and this cunt, don’t I?” He taunts you as his cock hits your g-spot, hitting that bundle of nerves in such a way that has you seeing stars.

“Th-thank you!! Yesh, yesss you own me Naoya!!! I wanna be your dumb pet pleaseee imgonnacum im gonna cum!!!” Your words are stumbling out now, unable to control any of them as you feel the knot in your stomach break and you get not pushed over the edge, but metaphorically kicked into your orgasm. It feels like you’re crashing into the pleasure that is Naoya’s cock as you basically scream, feeling yourself squirt and make a mess around Naoya’s cock and the bed.

He reaches a hand to grip around your throat, cutting off your loud proclamations of pleasure. “Be quiet, bitch” He spits his words out as he rams into your cunt. You can feel his cock twitch and release his thick load, grunting as he fills your womb to the brim with his cum. His grip around your throat releases as he pushes himself off of you, pulling his cock out. Some of the cum overflows from your cunt, dripping out of your hole. He reaches a finger down, lapping up some with his finger and pushing it back inside, placing your panties back in the same position as before.

“Don’t let any spill out. You’re my bitch that’s meant to be knocked up by me. I’m sure you’re so excited to be a mommy, aren’t you?” In your fucked out state, all you can do is nod in a stupor as you try to catch your breath.

Naoya lifts your head and props a small pillow behind it as he climbs to in front of you, cocking staring straight at you. “Be a good girl and clean me up, pup.” You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, still reeling from your mind shattering orgasm mere moments before. Naoya’s thumb opens your mouth as his cock meets your lips. You stick your tongue out, placing kisses on his cock and licking his cock clean.

Once he’s satisfied with your cleanup, he moves beside you and kisses you. He pulls away and looks into your eyes as he caresses your cheek. “I love you, ____. You’re such a good girl for me.” You look into him and grin, as he playfully smacks your cheek. He places a kiss over the slight red mark he leaves before getting up to gather clothes for you.

‹𝟹 notes: how this fic got me feeling:

but frfr this pic got me going crazy im like feral and unhinged. i rly am a monkey. i think geto suguru was on to smthn frfr. i see hot jjk men i start fucking hooting like a monkey, going crazy when i see their bananas frfr

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thewalkingdilf2 · 1 year ago

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OMG I can’t believe I’m requesting this but I have to after seeing you wrote about it but can you write a Daryl x reader smut where she’s just super whiny and sensitive and he’s all mocking and kinda mean but some fluffy aftercare after? If you’re uncomfortable with this tho I totally understand!!!🫶

OMG i literally loveee the idea of daryl mocking reader for being super sensitive and falling apart at the slightest touch so don’t worry, i’m def not uncomfortable with it, LOL

a/n: apologies for cutting it a bit short and not adding aftercare, i didn’t want it to get tooooo long, but i did try to add some soft daryl in there in so it’s not just him being mean the entire time >.<

you’re gonna have to bear w me as i am very new getting back into this, i haven’t written anything in YEARS so i’m def rusty asf. apologies if my writing is redundant and overall just bad, i need to get back into the groove of things for sure.

gif creds: r66dus

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, poorly written smut, degrading, edging, a little bit of slapping, etc, etc, this is literally just porn without any plot whatsoever

not proofread!! sorry if there are any mistakes

word count: 2k

"Daryl, pleaseeee, please let me cum," you whined desperately. He was practically torturing you, teasing your swollen, puffy clit with his rough fingers while he plowed into you from behind with his thick cock, grabbing the small of your waist roughly with his other hand, helping to pull you back into his hips. Strands of hair stuck messily to his strained, bliss-filled face from the sweat dripping down his hairline as he stared down at you, watching the needy mess you were turning into beneath him.

"What'd I tell ya', slut? Gonna have ta' wait til I say..." Daryl grunted, "I promise if ya' cum without my permission, yer gonna regret it, pretty girl."

This had been going on for what felt like an eternity. Tears welled up in your doe eyes as he kept his quick pace, shoving his cock deep inside of you relentlessly. You were so close. You whimpered, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as if it was going to snap and burst at any moment, filling your body with ecstasy. You were ready to let go and finally give in to the pleasure he had been denying you, sloppily rocking yourself back against him to meet with his thrusts, chasing your high, until suddenly all movement slowed and was put to a gradual halt. He held your hips in place, preventing you from continuing to throw yourself against him. "D-Daryl, w-what the fuck, why?" you cried out at the loss of pleasure. You despised him in this moment, but your soaked, aching cunt was telling him the opposite.

"Can't have ya' cumming yet, girl. How're ya' s'posed to be my lil fucktoy if ya' can't even handle my cock?" Daryl pulled out with ease and flipped you around to face him. He smirked lightly at you, noticing the hot, wet tears streaming from your tired eyes, down your flushed, fucked-out face, making their home on your pouting lips. "Tears already?" Daryl cooed, "Ya' poor fuckin' thing..." He paused to wipe a fresh tear from your eye with his rough, calloused thumb. "So fragile like a lil doll... Fucking pathetic baby," he spat out, "practically useless... Can't even fuck ya' proper without ya' whining like a little bitch. Tryna' cum so soon too," he tsked, "I just started."

His degrading words stung like venom, but they made your pussy ache that much more. He knew you loved it, and you wanted to satisfy him. You glanced up and met with his eyes, "I'll do better, promise. Wanna be your good girl."

Daryl grabbed you by the jaw firmly and forced your eyes toward his cold gaze, "That right, pretty thing? Wanna be good f' me?" he mocked. You blanked. His voice and condescending tone alone made your head spin a mile a minute; you felt more drunk off of his voice and touch than you had ever been from any amount of alcohol, and you had never needed him more in your life than you did at that moment. Before you could muster up a response, he flipped you back over on your hands and knees, pushing your legs apart, presenting your hot, dripping core to him. "So fuckin' wet and I've barely even started," he grumbled as he slid two fingers up and down your soaked slit, reveling in the image and collecting your slick on his digits, "Taste so fuckin' good." You couldn't see him while you were bent over facing the opposite direction, but with the obscene sounds of a slurp and a faint pop coming from behind you, you could only assume he was sucking your juices off of his fingers.

"How 'bout this," he started, speaking with an almost menacing tone while running his hands up the soft skin of your back, making you tremble beneath him, "you wanna be a good girl for me? Let me eat this delicious pussy of yours, and if ya' can be nice n' quiet fer me, maybe I'll consider letting ya' cum 'round my cock. Tha' sound good, baby?"

"God, yes," you moaned. Your clit was throbbing and your stomach was tied in knots; you needed him back inside of you more than anything, and you would do absolutely anything it took to get it.

Daryl smirked, "so fuckin' eager." With that, he leaned over and took his first long, slow lick up your wet slit from behind, the taste of your cunt being so sweet he had to let out a low moan in appreciation; you tasted so perfect he could eat you all day long with no complaints.

You trembled, struggling to hold yourself up after being teased and edged for so long. Your body eventually gave out and betrayed you, forcing you to slouch down, resting all of your weight on the bed. Finally having the chance to potentially cum made your head spin as he lapped up your juices with his skilled tongue, occasionally opting for little kitten licks or little suckles on your needy clit. Your head felt empty; nothing else occupied your thoughts other than Daryl, which is exactly what he aimed for when he fucked you like this. He wanted nothing more than to turn you into his dumb little toy, his ego swelling up like a balloon when he could affect you so much with his touch.

A firm slap to your ass jolted you back to the real world. "I'm talking to ya', slut. Told ya' to get back up and hold yerself there. Are ya' really that weak and sensitive? Can't even lift yer own ass off the ground?" His fingers reached for your clit, ensuring you still had stimulation while he scolded you. You felt dizzy, overwhelmed with the pleasure of his fingers rubbing your sensitive nub.

"S-S-Sor-" you stuttered, a desperate attempt to apologize so he wouldn't change his mind about letting you cum, your mind still spinning with overstimulation from all the pleasure you were feeling.

"S-S-S," Daryl mocked, "use your words and spit it out, doll, or I'll stop and ya' won't get shit. My tongue got ya' that preoccupied, can't even hear me and respond anymore? Hm? Such a stupid fuckin' whore."

"M' sorry!" you cried out. Maybe you wouldn't get to cum after all.

Daryl could read the look of disappointment on your face, knowing exactly what you were thinking. His cock twitched at how pathetic you looked. Knowing you were such a mess beneath him and so desperate to cum for him made him feel like he could conquer anything. He loved the way you writhed under his touch and silently begged for more. He wasn't actually going to keep you from cumming, not today anyway, especially after how long he's made your poor pussy wait for him.

"C'mere, doll, m' not done with ya." In one swift motion, Daryl hooked his arms around your soft thighs, grabbing you and pulling your pussy back toward his mouth, while simultaneously helping you hold the weight of your body up with his strong arms. He rubbed your thigh gently with one hand as he dove back into your heat hungrily, a small gesture to assure that you were still okay. Even when you two played like this, he always made an effort to read your body language and soothe you with gentle touches as a reminder that his rough, mean demeanor was all still pretend and fantasy.

You convulsed as he lapped at your cunt, picking up pace and dipping his tongue in and out of you. You desperately tried to hold in your lewd noises as he had asked, but it proved to be a near-impossible task as his lips latched onto your sensitive bud and sucked gently, bringing it into his mouth, swirling his tongue teasingly against the tiny bead. "F-fuck, Daryl!"

Daryl's movement slowed as he came back up for air, leaving an open-mouthed kiss against your slit, savoring your taste on his tongue as he pulled back, "Ah-ah, what did I say about staying quiet, doll?"

You held your breath, determined to obey his request. He typically loved hearing your desperate cries and needy whines, seeing how loud he could make you get, but he loved teasing you too much. Anything that would be a challenge for you, he got a sick kick out of watching you struggle with, so he was content with forcing you to stay quiet for him this once.

Quickly flipping you over onto your back, he delved back between your legs. Daryl trailed soft kisses up and down your inner thighs, nipping at the skin and sucking, leaving love bites that claimed you as his, and his only. He teased you at a dreadfully slow pace with his lips and tongue, trailing around your thighs and pussy, kissing around your folds, barely missing the spot that craved his touch so desperately. His facial hair tickled your thighs perfectly, leaving you shivering and silently begging your body to not betray you once more as he finally flattened his tongue to draw one long stripe up your core, it glistening in the light as his saliva mixed with your juices.

"Ya' taste so good," Daryl moaned out, the vibrations going straight through you, causing your breath to stutter and your legs to tremble under his touch as he held them open for you. "Can't believe yer this fuckin' wet fer me, doll. Such a fuckin' whore."

You covered your mouth with your hand as he flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit rapidly, devouring you like you were the last meal he'd ever eat. He slipped a finger inside of you with ease, pumping it in and out, curling it inside you. The astounding sensation made you break, forcefully arching your back off of the mattress and releasing a loud, muffled moan from your covered mouth. Daryl smiled against your aching core, glancing up at you with his piercing blue eyes, as he knew you were struggling to keep yourself from succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure.

"D-Daryl, I-I can't... I'm gonna cum," you breathed out, dropping your hand from your mouth, reaching for a pillow, a blanket, anything close to you to grab and brace yourself with.

"Didn't tell ya' you could," Daryl growled, still pumping his digit inside of you, "yer not doing anything until I say so, pretty girl."

"Daryl, please," you begged him, but to no avail, Daryl stood his ground. The squelching sounds of your pussy continued to fill the room as you clenched around his thick finger. Adding another into the mix, he curled them up into a spot that made you see stars. As the length of his fingers continued to disappear inside of you, the knot inside of your stomach built up faster than you could prepare for, and without hesitation, it snapped. With a gasp and a loud, shaky moan, Daryl knew that you had came; he hungrily watched your eyes roll back into your head while your wetness coated his digits. He continued pumping them in and out quickly as you rode out your orgasm.

"The fuck did I say about waiting, stupid bitch?" Daryl barked.

"M' sorry!" You barely sputtered out, still trying to come down from your high, "Told you I couldn't hold it, I won't do it again, promise!"

A sharp sting landed against your flushed cheek, and your eyes widened in shock; Daryl had just slapped you. Not enough to hurt in the moment, but definitely enough to shock you and cause heat to rush back to your core. You grabbed your cheek, surprised by the action, feeling the warmth radiating from where his hand had just landed.

"Ya' think it matters what the fuck ya' tell me? I gave you an order," he spat, "If ya wanna cum that bad, surely ya' can do it for me again, ain't that right, pretty girl? I think I can get a couple more outta ya'."

You shuddered at the thought of cumming again; there was absolutely no way you would be able to. "Daryl, I-I can't," you whined.

Daryl chuckled, "Course ya' can, baby... Don't worry, I'll help ya' out."

You were definitely in for it now.

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throneofspicybooks · 1 year ago

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✨Azriel x Reader NSFW Alphabet ✨

SMUT - MINORS DNI

A/N This is my first time writing anything like this so please let me know your thoughts 🙏🙏

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Okay we alllll know Azriel would be the most attentive male afterwards. He’s holding you so close immediately afterwards, your softly panting breaths mixing as he praises you gently. “You did so good for me, Princess. I’m so proud of you.” Soft kisses along your skin as he untangled your limbs so he can get a wash cloth to clean you up. He’d run you a bath, filling it with all your favourite scents. Afterwards he’d dry you and moisturise you so your skin can remain nice and soft. He’d be careful of any bruises or marks he might have left on you, depending on how rough the two of you got, bending down to kiss them lovingly. When he was done, he’d let you wear one of his shirts, the length too long as it dangles down to your mid-thigh. You look so cute dressed in his clothes, Azriel has to fight the instinct to pound you into the mattress once more. But he wraps his wings around you, so it’s just a cocoon of the both of you, the love between you feeling so warm, so peaceful. He lays you down in the bed, his steady heartbeat sending you into a deep sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obviously, Azriel loves every part of you. BUT he especially loves your boobs. If you’re wearing something low cut, his eyes are glued to your chest. Not in a creepy way, in a “I love this woman so much holy shit she has great boobs” way. You’ll stare at him as he stares at your chest, his eyes nearly comical as he shifts between your eyes and your boobs. Ya know how you hold your boob randomly for comfort? Yeah Azriel does that too. You’ll be laying together in bed or on the lounge and he’ll just rest his hand on one of them as you read to him. When you have sex, sucking on them is one of his favourite things to do. He’ll get distracted on the way from your pussy to your mouth, your nipple being tugged into his mouth and his tongue flicking it relentlessly while his fingers play with the others. He LOVES to cum on them. You just look so pretty covered in his seed. And he can’t help himself when he writes his name across your chest in the white liquid.

I’m going to be so cliche and say that you love his hands. The swirls on his hands are just so beautiful. They make him him, which is why you love them so much. They’re always so gentle with you, so soft. Plus, he knows how to use them in expert ways that make you see stars. His abs tho?? Girllll they are rippling. And when he makes you ride them? You turn into a babbling, drooling mess

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Like I said before, Azriel loves to cum on your chest and write his name. You are HIS and there is absolutely no denying it. But he also loves to cum in you. You just squeeze him so tight, he can’t help but cum streams and streams, so much that it drips out of you and he has to push it back in with his fingers. “You can’t waste it, Baby Doll. It needs to stay where it belongs, in your pretty little cunt.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He NEEDS to eat your cunt at least once a day. If he doesn’t, he turns into the most angsty, emo male. Just so grouchy at everyone but you. He prefers to do it in the morning, but you have to be careful. Azriel doesn’t relent. What starts as a morning session can quickly turn into a whole day of you two fooling around in bed.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

We already know the male is experienced. But you didn’t know HOW much until he made you cum in 30 seconds flat. Azriel knows EXACTLY what he’s doing. He’s proud of it too, a smirk alighting his face as he watches you come down from your high from between your legs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary is definitely a favourite. Not only does he get to see all his favourite parts, but he also gets to watch your pretty face as you shatter around his cock. He can also fold you in half much more easily like this, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounds your tight hole. It also means you can stroke his wings, your finger gently rubbing the membrane has him whimpering into your neck.

BUT he lovessss fucking you in front of a mirror. Kneeling in front of the mirror in your bedroom, Azriel would fuck you from behind, your back pressed against his chest. He makes you watch, the threat of stopping enough to make you watch as you take all of him, your body perfect as you squeeze him tightly. He has access to his favourite parts, fingers coming down to stroke your clit and squeeze his nipples as he whispers filthy praises in your ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Most of the time he’s pretty serious. He takes his job (making you cum as many times as possible) very seriously, and he is often going out of his way to set a new record. There was definitely a few times when you were trying new things together. They weren’t quite going right, so the best thing to do was laugh bad move on, the two of you comfortable enough with each other to move past even the most awkward event.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Just a little bit of hair at the base. He keeps it pretty neat for you. It is your preferred seat after all.

He doesn’t care how you like to be. You’re perfect in his eyes so whatever you choose is your choice and he is more than happy with the outcome.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Usually very romantic. If you guys have the time, he’ll make a whole event of it. Wine, rose petals, candles, the works. He’ll whisper praises in your ear. Telling you how good you are for him, how perfect. You’re his good little Bunny, taking his cock so well. Loved to whisper how much he loves as he thrusts into you. He prayed to the Mother everyday for you, and now that he was has you, he’s just so grateful.

But oftentimes you two love to get rough. He’s still romantic, but it’s more subtle. You can feel it in the way he ties the rope around your wrists, how he grips your hips to stop you from squirming, it’s in his grunts as he calls you his dirty little slut. You’re just so pretty with drool dripping from your lips as you suck his dick.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Neither of you masterbate that often, not unless you’re away from each other for a period of time. But you both like to mutually Jack off beside each other. Looking into each other’s eyes and pretending your hand are theirs? Some of the best foreplay.

Az also likes to make you play with yourself while he sits and watches. Just something about it makes him feel like the predator and you’re his prey.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The main ones are definitely bondage, praise, degradation, and daddy. But he’s definitely into biting and scratching, maybe a bit of voyeurism. And he’s absolutely into breeding. It makes him feral and primal. Also begging. It makes him feel needed, especially when you’re nearly crying for his cock.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

You two of made your bedroom the perfect place to fuck. It has everything you’d ever need in it. Why would you bother doing it anywhere else??

That doesn’t mean you don’t tho 👀 sometimes you’re both so needy for each other you can’t wait. You’ve been known to do it against a wall during a night out a few times, just to ease the itch. And during Starfall, you two did sneak off to do it on one of the balconies in the House of Wind, the stars shooting past making Azriel’s eyes sparkle as he makes love to you. Sometimes he can’t get away from work, glued to his desk as he reads reports. You love to sneak in and surprise him with a quick fuck. And he is more than happy to oblige. Bending you over his desk, Az fucks you with wild abandon, sating the need so he can get back do work and fuck you for hours later. There was a time that you two snuck into Rhy’s office to fuck ok his desk, but the High Lord doesn’t need to know about that one.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Literally just everything about you. Not just your body but your mind, your laugh, your smile. Just make eye contact and offer him a little smile and he is putty in your hands.

Also if you gently run your finger along the bottom of the base of his left wing he’s seconds off form cumming in his pants 😳

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t think he’d be really into wax play. It’s too close to fire and that scares him :(

Also cnc. If you’re not actively saying yes, even if it is just for sexy times) he’s not really down.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s absolutely a giver. Like I said, if you’re not cumming on his tongue at least once a day, it’s a bad day and he’s grumpy. He once made you cum after just 30 seconds, he’s that good. But most of the time he likes to tease you until you’re begging. Circling you clit but never hitting the right spot, so you’ll have to big him for the release you crave. “You gonna beg me Princess? I need to hear that word. Just one little word you can cum. Come on Baby, let me hear you.”

He does like it when you suck his dick tho. He’s very very long. He loves whatever you do, but he especially loves when you try and take his length down your throat, or take as much as you can until you’re spluttering and gagging. It turns him on to see the drool running down your lips as you make it messy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time is starts off slow and sensual but you’re both so needy for each other that it turns into fast and rough. You often dig your heals into his back and rub his wings to make him to turn fast and feral. It works every time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Prefers not to do them. He loves to take his time and often wants to draw at least 5 orgasms from you. Quickies are never enough time for that. But sometimes it’s needed and he will absolutely make the best of it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves experimenting. He wants to try everything he can with you. Pegging? Sure. A sex club? He’ll try it. a threesome? He’s so down. Trying new things is always fun with you two.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The way this male never seems to tire is a phenomenon that needs to be studied. You’ll be fucked out, your chest heaving and arm covering your face as you come down from your high and he’s somehow still hard???

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys are his friend, not the enemy. He absolutely uses toys on you. They probably don’t have vibrators in Prythian but I’d they do he definitely ties you to a chair with a vibrator on your clit while he sits at his desk and does his work. If he’s feeling extra frisky he gets you to wear a vibrator to dinner with the IC. He loves to turn it up while you’re having a conversation with Nesta, your legs shaking and chest heaving as it becomes too much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The BIGGEST tease. He wants you begging, writhing underneath him, crying for the release. He’ll circle your clit, never hitting the exact spot. Running his fingers up your cunt, playing with your hole but never dipping in. When he finally begins to fuck you he’ll pull away when he starts to feel your cunt squeezing him. Your outraged squeal when you orgasm is denied only makes him harder, the pleading in your eyes making him nearly cum. “Aww my poor little Bunny,” he pouts, “you better start begging me. Beg for Daddy, Bunny. That’s my girl. Let me hear you”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He used to be really quiet, only really making a few grunts when he’d cum. But then you brought up your fear that he wasn’t enjoying it. When he was quiet, you could never quite know if he was enjoying it. Now, he’s very vocal. Grunting, moaning, whimpering, he does it all. Is also constantly either praising you or degrading you. “That’s my good little slut” “You’re such a dirty whore, mine pretty Bunny”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I absolutely LOVE the idea of Daddy Dom Az. He’s definitely a soft dom. When you’re being Brat, he just has to give you a soft look mumbling “please Princess, don’t you want to be good for me?” With a soft pout.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Canonically has the biggest wingspan. He’s super long. You can use two hands and still not reach his tip. He’s thick but not the thickest. When you wrap your hands around it, your fingers don’t quite touch.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very very high 😭 if you ask “want to fuck?” He can go right then and there. If he could be fucking you all the time he would be.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep first. His heart beat sends you right to sleep, but your steady breathing sends him to sleep too. Whether it’s the post-sex high or having you in his arms, he manages to fall asleep quickly for the first time in his life.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #azriel #azriel headcanons #azriel x reader #fanfic #azriel smut #smut #acotar azriel

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mcondance · 2 years ago

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SHE — OJ HAYWOOD

"she, (she), she lives in daydreams with me, she's the first one that i see"

pairing oj haywood x Black! afab fem!reader

summary oj's stoic demeanor is long gone when he makes love with you.

contents oral (fem receiving), rlly rlly passionate lol, unprotected sex, praise but like.. in a very oj way, belly bulge but make it so fucking romantic, reader and oj are fucking whipped omg, creampie let's go, it's actually insane how in love they are like woah am i interrupting something..? coded language (core, clit), reader has afab! parts but there's no pronouns used

words 1.5k

notes reupload from my old blog. i wrote this in like one day. oj's just my silly little stoic man with a heart of pure gold. pls listen to "she" by harry styles while reading this omg. ignore the lyrics tho cause i only rlly relate the chorus and the sound of the song to this fic and to oj cause it's just one of them songs.

oj’s so good at making love to you.

he’s good from the beginning. good as he grinds against you slowly, kissing you just hard enough to leave you breathless but also wanting more. good when he pulls your shirt off along with his, eyes taking in your lack of a bra. good when he kisses down your body, pulls your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving kisses on your thighs.

he’s almost reverential with the way he handles you, the definition of passion as he spreads you open for his worshiping eyes, dips right down and licks a stripe up your core. he lets you squirm, knows just how fucked out you get when he goes down on you.

he moves up to focus on your clit, already puffy and aching to be touched. he doesn’t deny you any pleasure, slips his mouth around you clit and sucks, licking with it still in his mouth. your hands find his head to pull him closer and he just lets you, lets you damn near use him.

he doesn’t mind. he never does.

even as your hips begin to move against his tongue, he keeps his movements steady, a low groan of “mhm, that’s right” leaving his mouth, nodding against you and sending waves of honey-like ecstasy through you.

it’s always so maddening, endorphic, borderline insane when he goes down on you, sweet pleasure trickling through your veins until you’re like putty in his hands, hips barely able to continue their rocking motions against his determined tongue. no matter, though, he takes over when it gets to be too much, when your body can’t keep up with what he’s done to you.

soft moans of his name slip past your lips and he knows what you mean, knows all too well that you’re about to reach that precious peak that he’s so willing to throw you off of. fingers join his tongue on your clit, rub in tight circles with the skill of a man you’ve known for years.

he lives for this, for this feeling ordained by the gods above. lives for the way your thighs close around his head, the way your hands try and fail to find purchase in his short curls. he loves making love to you in so many different ways, the knowledge that he’s yours and you’re his, that he is making love to you, makes his mind feel indescribably perfect.

“oj, ‘m gonna—”

“i know, baby. you got it.” it’s a low murmur, paired with another nod and just a little more pressure on your clit with his tongue and fingers. he knows you like the back of his hand. he knows your whines, your whimpers, your short little breaths that he only hears right before you—

“you’re good, baby. give it to me.” and you do. hips roll over and over again against him, meet his dutiful moves against you, send you higher and higher and impossibly higher, until you’re not sure you’ll ever come down. you float like a fucking bird, wings lifted with the air of oj’s masterful, almost adoring, motions. it’s always like this, always so fucking sweet , mind-numbingly so. the saccharine pleasure drips throughout your veins, his soft groans of affirmation drifting to you as you lay suspended in the blissful madness he’s given you.

you come for oj in a way that’s so different, because the way in which he makes love to you is so different. and you love it.

you love it as he slows down to a stop, kisses your shaking thighs and fluttery stomach, making his way up to your softly heaving chest. he continues his pursuit, lifting up until your lips connect, transferring your taste to your lips. any other time, this would be filthy, the sharing of your taste on his tongue. but now, it’s so right, fits in perfectly with the way oj handles you.

your hands make their way to the waistband of his jeans, pull the denim down along with his boxers and he finishes the job for you. you feel him, hard and heavy against your thigh, so turned on from just pleasing you. it’s always a gratifying experience, knowing that it’s you that makes him this way. no matter his exterior— the stoic cowboy, preferring horses over people, chooses his words carefully as though he’d die if he spoke too much— he loves you. you are the tear in his heart, that one thing that breaks down his walls.

and you feel it when he entraps your lips in another kiss as you reach down between you two and line him up with your entrance as he groans at your touch, and he slides in with one smooth stroke, your body always open to him. you both can’t break the kiss for him to do anything other than thrust oh-so softly, movements barely there. but it’s enough, god it’s more than enough, because every touch, every fluttery glide of his hips against yours is like fucking magic, the shared love between you two heightening everything tenfold.

this is how oj makes love to you. face to face, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist as he pushes into you slow and deep, hits every single spot you need him to. he’s calculated with his moves, like he is with everything, hands balancing him above you as his chain bumps your chin with every forward stroke. kisses broken are reciprocated just as quickly, mere milliseconds separating every one.

“you're so good, baby.” it’s genuine, his brain blanked and grasping for words to describe the feeling you always give him. whines meet him in response, you’re too far gone to manage anything else.

this feels almost criminal, the pureness of his love, reflected in his every move, in every kiss he places against your lips. his every thrust is on purpose, is meant to drive you wild, to somehow translate his love for you into something tangible. and it works. you feel it, feel what you know is impossible for him to say.

you don’t speak much, dirty talk reserved for times other than now. now, is just him moving inside you, you pushing down against him. bodies together, lips locked in an almost infinite kiss. and then he shifts just a bit, brushing over that perfect spot. the whine that meets him in response, one from deep in your stomach, tells him all he needs to know.

“there we go.” he drawls, heavy accent making his words that much more insanity-inducing, goosebumps raising up on your heated skin as he directs his gaze to where you connect, eyes falling on the bulge that’s so prominent. “i’m right there, baby. you feel it?” he wears a slight smile, loves making love to you like this.

“feel it, oj. feels so good .” another depraved whine meets his ears, words an abstract to you that you don’t think you’ll ever understand again. his pace is steady, building you up without ever moving past a slow grind. and you’re gonna come again.

“you close, baby?” he asks, knowing how much you love his voice, how you live for how he talks to you when you’re together like this, how even though he doesn’t have to say a word to get you this high, his voice can push you that much higher. you just nod, meet his lips again and moan into his mouth when his fingers meet your clit, rubbing those same brain-numbing circles from earlier. god he’s so good, so fucking good and this is it, you’re gonna come for him once again.

“come on, baby, let me have it.” that’s all you need to hear. the pleasure pooling inside you overflows, spills over the edges of your being as you you’re dunked into it, mouth and nose and entire body filling up with the sweet feeling that oj has once again given to you. his praises float to your ears, a soft murmur of “that’s it, baby, you got it.” breaking through your syrupy delirium, pulling you even farther into what you can only feel as indescribable bliss.

oj’s so close too, streams of shakes moving through his body as you come around him, your back arching into his chest, legs tightening around his waist. his head is tucked into your neck now, placing soft kisses against the skin there. he doesn’t have to say anything, because you know he’s almost there, turning your head to whisper into his ear, your turn to drive him absolutely mad.

“come on, oj, need it, wanna feel you.” it leaves you as a moan, and it’s more than enough to drive him mad, his hips still moving slowly as he lets go just as you did, breath heavy, small groans escaping his mouth that’s still pressed into your neck. you hum as you feel him inside you, warmth filling your body and seeping into your bones. his lips meet yours again, kissing slow and soft, like always. you both don’t intend to move for a while, chests rising and falling in tandem as you soak in the afterglow of love, bodies close enough to fuse. this is your natural state, oj sinking love into your skin just for you to give it right back to him.

this right here.. this is perfection. this is how oj makes love.

#oj haywood smut #oj smut #oj haywoof fic #nope smut #oj haywood x black reader

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eyelessfaces · 2 years ago

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hit us with poe and the movie prompt? 🥺 (only if u want to tho!!)

[MOVIE] Person A helps Person B silently orgasm while watching a movie in a room full of other people.

I had so much fun writing this tbh

+18

The Resistance had organized a horror movie night in one of the briefing rooms, and Poe had practically begged you to go with him.

You couldn’t deny him anything so you went, but your only request was to be in the back of the room in case you wanted to take a nap, because while you were happy that the Resistance organized this kind of stuff, you had had a long day of work and you were exhausted.

You’re focused on the movie for the fifteen first minutes, but you can’t keep your attention after that, fatigue making you lose track of it.

And you could fall asleep, if it wasn’t for Poe shifting in place and moving around every time you feel like you’re comfortable enough leaning against him.

You grow impatient and slip your hand under the blankets covering both your laps to put it over his thigh to steady him, but when your hand happens to land elsewhere than where you meant it to, you get why he’s all wiggly, and your lack of logic due to fatigue tells you that if you get rid of this problem, you will get your beauty sleep.

Doing this right here is a risky game, but it’s a game you’re willing to play.

Poe looks down at his own lap when you start palming him through his pants, and while you would love to see his expression, you try not to tear your eyes from the hologram when you unzip his pants and slide your hand inside his underwear.

Poe lightly clears his throat when you wrap your hand around him, and you softly nudge his chest with your elbow to signal him to be quiet.

You know this is dangerous because you know Poe can be loud, but you also know there’s no turning back. He’s hard as a rock and it would just be straight up cruel to leave him like that.

It’s kinda ironic how you're now able to focus on the movie.

You pump Poe slowly, twisting your wrist and stroking him the way you know he likes, and he’s fisting the blanket to keep some composure.

You can feel him twitching under your touch, the thrill of the situation making all of this so much more exciting.

You truly wished you could see Poe struggle to keep his calm but you really didn’t want to seem suspicious to Rose who was sitting eight feet besides you.

"You better keep it down when you cum" you whisper, leaning your head against his shoulder. He bites down on his lip, closing his eyes, and you kiss his cheek when you apply more pressure on your strokes.

The knot quickly tightens inside him and he’s close, he knows it, and you can feel it too.

He doesn’t know if it’s the context making him so worked up, or the fact that you’re nonchalant about jerking him off in a room full of people; either way this doesn’t change the fact that he’s close and that he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to be silent when he reaches his climax.

A ragged breath leaves his mouth when you squeeze and stroke him harder, and you can’t help the smirk that covers your face as you still pretend to be focused on the movie.

He’s sent over the edge when you circle his tip with your thumb, and he has to be the luckiest man in the galaxy as a jumpscare in the movie allows his moan of release to go unheard, covered by the frightened screams of the people in the room.

You’re baffled at the amount of luck he has, and he throws his head back against the wall as his cum slowly drips down his cock and over your fingers, your hand now covered in his release.

Fuck.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fic #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfic #star wars #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #poe dameron smut #eyeless answers #poe dameron drabbles

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notiddygothgf · 2 years ago

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9. "daybreak"

★ pairings: plug!wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your bf stop you from finding ur hubby)

★ content warning: smut, angst, lotta porn w a lotta plot, car sex, dealer wakasa, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, so much more...

★ a/n: omg. I am so sorry for disappearing for a month... finals have been cray cray.. also my grandma died rip. ive been carefully crafting this for a month and updates will flow much quicker after this!! shit gets real tho... beware. (yall know the drill, comment ur thoughts n wishes).

★ w.c.; 5.2k

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YOU WOKE UP TO A COLD, EMPTY BED. As the morning sun peeked lazily through the thin curtains, they cast a wam glow across the hardwood floor. Your hair was a tousled mess atop your pillow, legs still sore from the night you had shared with Wakasa – though the activities had trailed well into this morning. You opened your eyes, disoriented for a brief moment as you blinked a few times. You shifted to the right, and then realized that you were alone.

The realization brought a pang of sadness that fluttered in your chest. You reached out to feel the empty space beside you, sweaty fingers trailing over the cool sheets – sheets that had been twisted between your fingers only a few hours earlier.

There was a sharp pain in your back as you sat up, though it didn’t compare to the overwhelming sense of loneliness that came with waking up alone. The memories of the previous night flooded your mind and filled you with a sense of longing you couldn’t deny. You recalled the way Wakasa’s eyes bore into yours, lips dripping with passionate praise as he claimed your body. Then you recalled the sound of his laughter, the hushed conversations, the gentle, intimate touches – in the quiet stillness of the morning, you were alone.

You should have known that he would leave in the morning. Thats how hook-ups usually worked. He’d had his fun with you and he vanished like thin air. Under normal circumstances, you would have thought nothing of it. Just fun. That’s all it was supposed to be.

But still, you couldn’t help but yearn for him; for the feeling of his hair between your fingers, for the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around your body. He made you melt. Was it all a lie?

Wakasa cupped your face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. “I wish I could run away with ‘ya, doll, but we gotta be realistic,” he said, voice filled with longing. “There can’t be a happy ending for us. You know that, don’t ‘ya?”

He was right about that much. There couldn’t be a happy ending for the two of you.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and let your bare feet make contact with the cool floor. The shiver you felt could have been from the sudden chill that hit your body as the sheets fell from your shoulders or the emptiness that enveloped you. You cast your gaze to the floor, feeling the heaviness in your chest again.

Just fun, you had to remind yourself. No feelings.

You slid your slippers onto your cold feet. The morning routine which once brought you a sense of comfort now felt mechanical and devoid of meaning. Going through the motions of getting out of bed, you allowed your mind to wander – and wander it did… wander right back to him.

You found yourself missing him. You couldn’t help but replay the moments of intimacy in your mind. The feeling of his lips brushing against yours, the way he let your fingers trace patterns over his tatted skin, the way he held you through the night. He was so warm – it had all felt so real and perfect. But now, with the morning light casting a harsh reality upon your heavy heart, you couldn’t help the sense of emptiness you felt at the prospect of going back to the way things had been before yesterday.

Was that really all it was to him? You asked yourself. Were you a placeholder? A quick cum-and-go situation?

Instead of dwelling too hard on it, you made your way to the kitchen. You felt around on the countertop for the coffee machine. Popping one of the instant coffee capsules into the top of the machine, you watched it whir to life. The familiar aroma of fresh coffee brought little solace. You stood in front of the coffee machine half asleep, heart aching with longing you knew you shouldn’t have felt. The analog clock on the stove read 12:41 PM.

Weary eyes scanning the room, you let yourself wake up little by little. Your gaze settled on the pile of blankets on the couch, which… you didn’t remember putting out there. It looked to be one big blanket draped over a pile.

Figuring you might as well clean it up while you were still looking at it, you pushed yourself away from the counter, walking – or perhaps limping – to the couch. You had been expecting a mess beneath the blanket. What you hadn’t been expecting when you peeled back the first blanket, however, was a head of golden hair to peek out at you.

You froze with surprise at the sight that greeted you. There, on your couch, was the White Leopard himself, the man of the evening. You hadn’t expected him to stay, so you weren’t quite sure how to process the situation. Still, your heart warmed at the sight of him, knowing he’d cared enough to stay with you – and even more to let you have the entire bed while he slept on the couch. The gesture was… well, surprisingly kind.

You couldn’t deny that you had been preparing to be left in the dust. That’s all you had ever known. Given the passionate haze of a night that lingered in your memory, however, you had found yourself wishing it would last a little longer. Seeing him asleep on your couch, you felt a mix of surprise, curiosity, and uncertainty.

Continuing to watch the man sleep, you allowed your eyes to trace the curves and contours of his feminine face. His long, golden hair peeking out from beneath a layer of deep, purple dye. The smaller strands framed his delicate features. His lips were parted just slightly, blonde lashes casting soft shadows over his cheeks.

You were stuck by how beautiful he was in such a vulnerable state. Was this really the same criminal you had bedded last night? The alluring, passionate man who exuded such an intense air of confidence…?

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity about Wakasa as you stared down at his serene, sleeping form. Who was he beneath the surface? Who was he outside of his relationship with you, outside of his ties to the criminal world? What were his dreams, his fears, his hopes? What was his story?

It was then that you realized how little you really knew about your forbidden lover. You approached the couch slowly, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Being careful not to wake him, you knelt beside him. The man stirred in his sleep, scrunching his nose, but he didn’t wake up. The movement made you smile softly, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment you hadn’t expected.

He was breathtaking, a symphony of beauty – the way his brows arched just so, the way his lazy, downturned eyes were just barely shut. You found yourself lost in the details, the intricacies of his face.

As you continued to watch him sleep, you felt something shift inside of you. You wanted to know more about the man in front of you. You wanted to see his ups and downs, hear more about his past with Shinichiro and Takeomi. You wanted to know about all of his dreams and aspirations, what made him tick and what made him laugh. You wanted to unravel the alluring mystery that was Imaushi Wakasa.

Your heart swelled with a newfound tenderness. You gazed softly at Wakasa, who was lost in a peaceful slumber. This was so much more than just sex to you. You wished – above anything else – that circumstances could have been different.

You picked a stray away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. Wakasa stirred, lashes fluttering as he began to wake up. You quickly pulled your hand away, heart skipping a beat.

Wakasa blinked sleepily, droopy eyes searching the room until they focused on you. A soft, lazy grin made its way onto his lips as his gaze lingered on your face. “Mornin’,” he said hoarsely.

Feeling your face warm a little bit at the sound of his morning voice, you returned the gesture. “Good morning,” You replied softly, unable to tear your eyes away from him even though you knew it would be dangerous to keep looking at him. “Well, good afternoon.”

He rolled over on the couch, tugging the blanket down so he could stretch his arms out above his head with a loud yawn. His muscles tensed, toned arms flexing above him. Your eyes wandered from his tattoos down to his chest.

Gazing at you with a mixture of admiration and curiosity, he licked his lips. “What time’s’it?” He asked, running a a hand through his hair. It looked so silky, even now after the two of you had spent the entire night rolling around.

“12:42,” You answered him, avoiding his tired gaze. “What are you doing out here?”

Wakasa shrugged. “Thought it would be best for the both of us if I slept on the couch. Figured I’d give you some space,” he explained. You understood the implications of his words, and you knew he had made the right choice. Lord knew that waking up next to him would make you fall in love. “Were you watchin’ me?”

Embarrassed, you pursed your lips.

His grin only widened, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek, turning your flustered face towards him. “You’re sweet,” he said, thumb caressing your hot skin. “You sleep well?”

You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, feeling the warmth spread from your face to the rest of your body. You knew it was foolish of you to continue indulging in his attention like this when you were walking a fine line already, but when you looked into his eyes and saw him look back at you with desire, you found yourself unable to resist him.

“We didn’t sleep until, like…” You trailed off, racking your memory while memories from last night flicked through your mind like you were rewinding a VHS tape. “Five. In the morning.”

Wakasa chuckled, sending sparks up and down your body. The two of you glanced down at his stomach when it grumbled. He laughed, “Dunno why ‘m still hungry. I ate real good last night.”

You bit your lip, letting your face burn at his words. You glanced to the kitchen, and then back at him. “You like eggs and toast?” You asked. “I haven’t gotten the chance to go grocery shopping or do much cleaning around here, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting–”

Wakasa pulled you in, locking your lips together to shut you up. The two of you parted slowly, savoring the moment, before Wakasa said, “Eggs and toast sound great.”

You licked your lips with a smile, putting some distance between the two of you for the sake of your mental health. He was dangerous, him and his lips. Wordlessly, you made your way over to the kitchen.

“How do you take your coffee?” You called, grabbing the cup of coffee that had just finished brewing and then popping another capsule into the machine.

Wakasa answered, “Two sugars, baby.”

You followed his command, popping the sugar canister open and scooping one big spoonful into the mug you had originally brewed for yourself. You let it dissolve a bit before stirring the cup in a clockwise motion.

“Here you go,” You said, setting the mug on the table. There was a clean pan on the stove already. You turned on the flame, and then reached into the cupboard above you in search of a bowl. Fetching three eggs from the fridge, you set your station for the meal you were about to make.

As you cracked the eggs into the bowl, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and a familiar warmth pressed up against your back. Biting back a gasp, you leaned into his touch. There was something else pressing into your back too, but you were trying your best not to think too hard about it.

Something was an early bird, even if Wakasa wasn’t.

“I had a great time last night, doll,” He whispered against the back of your neck, breath tickling the shell of your ear. “You always this pretty in the mornin’?”

Fighting a smile, you tried to focus on the task at hand. You added a pinch of salt to the eggs, but your attention was stolen away by the feeling of his slender fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your tee. He gripped your stomach pudge, leaning down to plant soft kisses along the valley of your neck.

Casual, you had to remind yourself. Keep it casual.

“What happened to keepin’ it casual?” You replied, though your voice was dripping with amusement. You took the fork into your hand, sticking it into the yellow goop and attempting to whisk it. But, alas, Waka’s proximity was making it a little difficult to keep on track.

His hands roamed over your waist – warm, secure, safe. When he peppered more kisses along your jawline, you squirmed a bit, grinning hard enough to feel it in your cheeks. You dumped the egg mixture into the now heated pan, listening to the way it sizzled.

“You ain’t exactly makin’ it easy, c’mon,” he teased, nuzzling his face into your neck, and you couldn’t help but blush at his words. “I won’t tell your man.”

You turned to face Waka, bracing your arms on the kitchen counter. He was grinning at you with that affectionate twinkle in his eyes, and you found it suddenly difficult to keep your feelings to yourself. As if he had read your mind, he leaned in, and you melted into his touch.

Your lips met in the middle, dancing against each other lazily. He brought his hands down over your thighs as you tangled a hand in his hair to deepen the kiss. They slid up to your hips, and then gripped the meat of your ass. With a hungry groan, Wakasa lifted you onto the counter.

“You don’t get tired, do you?” You panted through a mouthful of his tongue.

Wakasa chuckled – the sound was low and sultry. “Of you?” he said. “Neva’.”

Then his lips were back on yours, hot and soft. His hands found their way back to your clothes, sliding up your bare thighs and ghosting over the hem of your panties. Suddenly, you had forgotten all about the eggs on the stove.

That is, until you smelled something burning. You pulled away from him, shoving him back while you rushed to the stove. “Shit!” You exclaimed.

You turned the heat down. Using the spatula you had laid out earlier, you scraped the burnt egg bits off the side of the pan, trying your best to salvage the meal. Eggs were expensive these days.

Wakasa laughed a little as he stepped back. You couldn’t help but laugh with him as you grabbed a dish towel to wave away the smoke. Even though you were a little disappointed that your makeout session had been interrupted, you felt yourself smile as you surveyed the damage.

“Well done is good too,” He hummed.

It took a remarkable amount of strength to keep your feelings out of the mix. You waved him off with a smile, gesturing toward the table. “Make yourself useful and go set the table.”

★

Takeomi sat back in his chair, swishing the brown liquid in his glass around with an air of mild interest about him. His hair was down today, black tufts speckled with grey like pepper, falling over his scarred face. The dining table was remarkably quiet. Though, admittedly, him bringing liquor for the two of you to share was nice. Usually he downed the whole thing himself – not like he hadn’t come home shitfaced already.

“You had fun today with Shin and Benkei?” You asked him, trying to strike up a conversation. You decided you wouldn’t acknowledge the fact that he had drunk himself stupid last night already as he took another hefty swig. You were in no place to talk. Not after the night you had spent with his coworker.

“You’ll be back soon, right?” You asked.

Wakasa stretched his arms out, straddling the seat of his motorbike. He slipped the key into the ignition. “Course I will.”

Coming up behind him, you threw your arms around his waist, pressing your head to his chest. He looked so cute like this, wearing a hoodie that was a few sizes too big for his small frame. It was your boyfriend’s hoodie, of course, but that wasn’t important.

“Stay with me,” you whispered, voice still a little husky from your… post-breakfast activities.

“You know I would if I could, doll,” the man replied. He reached behind himself to tie his loose, golden locks into a ponytail. He picked out his two signature strands to hang around his face. Turning to face you, he pressed your foreheads together.

You felt your heart fluter in your chest. You didn’t want him to leave.

“Wanna kiss you,” he chuckled, shaking his head, although he didn’t pull away from you. “But that’ll only make it harder to leave.”

“We shouldn’t,” you agreed, peering up into his soft, lazy eyes and pleading with him to stay with you. “Someone might see us.”

The distance between the two of you – or, rather, the lack thereof – remained the same, neither of you daring to break the trance.

He leaned down a bit more. His lips ghosted over hers, warm breath fanning over her hot skin. “Yeah. Wouldn’t want that happenin’.”

Before you could object, he pressed his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and losing yourself in the feeling. The way your lips slotted together like they were made to fit each other had you reeling for more. When the two of you finally parted, you could see the desire in his eyes, and you knew that even if he couldn’t say it, he felt the same.

“Get home safe,” You told him.

“Will do, princess,” he promised before turning the key. His bike revved to life.

Takeomi’s tired eyes observed you as you uncapped the bottle of whiskey and poured yourself another glass. “It was alright,” he deadpanned, then he paused before adding, “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I should’ve taken you home myself.”

You froze, only for a moment, before returning your gaze to him. It took a great amount of effort to cool the burn that threatened to crawl its way over your face at the prospect of him knowing what happened between you and Wakasa last night. “You’re fine,” you shook your head. “I wound up going to bed early anyway.”

“Fuck,” Wakasa breathed. “Y’look good with my dick in your mouth, baby.”

He doesn’t know, you had to remind yourself. There was no way he could have known.

“Waka get you home safe?” He asked.

You rubbed the sweat off your palms onto your pants, nervously avoiding eye contact. “Yeah. We took the highway back.”

“I would’ve sent you home with, like, literally anyone else if the guys weren’t so drunk. I can’t stand him,” Your boyfriend sighed, leaning back in his chair like he knew what you had done. “Little shit thinks hes so much better than everyone else. Him and that… Brut.”

The way his hair fell into his face as he snuggled his head into the pillow was almost hypnotic. “I could treat you better. So much better, ‘know I could. I’ve never felt that for anyone before.”

“He ain’t put his hands on ‘ya, did he?” Takeomi hummed, eyes darkening suddenly with the weight of his words.

“I won’t tell your man.”

With a weak smile and a humorless chuckle, you answered, “No, baby. He knows I have a boyfriend.”

Briefly, you wondered if he could sense his presence on you. You wondered if, even though you had bathed yourself in perfume before coming here, Takeomi could smell his scent on your body, the faint essence of his expensive cologne lingering on your clothes. While the two of you had been careful not to leave marks on one another, you felt self conscious in front of him, like Wakasa’s lips had left blistering scars and love bites all over your skin.

Takeomi only nodded at you. He reached for the bottle of whiskey and topped off his glass, taking another sip. Then, just as it had been before, the table was quiet for a few minutes.

He doesn’t know, you had to remind yourself. As your phone buzzed against your thigh, you reminded yourself that your boyfriend didn’t know who it was, even if you had only assumed it was him. A thought crossed your mind – perhaps it would serve you well to change your passcode one of these days.

Flipping the phone screen-side-up in your lap, you swiped on the notification. The warmth returned to your cheeks with remarkable speed.

Waka

| Image Attached

| Thinkin of u doll

You clicked on the photo. When it blew up on your screen, you fiddled with the brightness settings. It was a picture of two eggs done sunny side up. The yolks resembled a set of tits. You could see Wakasa’s hand in the corner of the photo, holding the plate up to the camera, tatted skin reflecting light from somewhere behind the screen.

You

| go fk yourself

| mine dont sit that pretty lol

Waka

| idk wtf ur talkin abt, yours sit real pretty.

| but i mean s been a min so

| might need a refresher ;)

Fighting the urge to laugh at his shenanigans, you typed up your brief response quickly before turning the phone off.

You

| no comment lol

You muted all notifications for Wakasa for the time being, setting your phone on the table as you pushed yourself up and away from the chair.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower. I hope that’s okay,” You said.

Too wasted to comment verbally on your request, he waved you off. You dusted the hem of your shirt, stumbling drunkenly for a moment before leaving the table without so much as another word.

★

The steamy shower provided a brief – yet much needed – moment of solace for your conflicted spirit. The hot water felt like acid against your even hotter skin, melting your troubles away and easing the pain away from your shoulders. Yet, still, it did little to ease the guilt and confusion that seemed to overwhelm you.

You had cheated on your boyfriend. You were past that part. What shocked you now was the fact that you were catching feelings for the guy you did it with. The emotions were almost too strong to bear. You felt like a monster – it all felt so wrong.

But, shit, not to be cliche… but if that were the case then you weren’t too sure you wanted to be right.

The man thrilled you, filled you with desires you had never felt before. In a mere month alone, he had managed to completely sweep you off of your feet. He had taken what was once a plain, boring reality and painted his name all over it.

Having already had washed your hair earlier today, you focused on working up a lather over your skin with Takeomi’s body wash – anything to help cleanse the filth from your soul.

Your mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, wondering how you had let things get to this point.

If I could go back in time, would I do it again? You furrowed your brows. Letting your hands glide over your body on their own, you mindlessly scrubbed away at your skin. You knew you had betrayed your boyfriend by that point, having cheated on him with – of all of his coworkers – the man he appeared to despise the most. He would undoubtedly try to kill one of you if word got out that you were seeing each other behind his back. All things considered, Takeomi was a decent man, least that’s what you told yourself. You’d be doing a disservice to yourself to leave him and all of this stability behind for the pursuit of temporary happiness.

And then what? Would Wakasa eventually grow tired of you and leave you for another? You didn’t want to be blacklisted from Tokyo’s criminal world, as crazy as that may have sounded.

Then again, it would be even more of a disservice to yourself to give what you had with Wakasa up so soon. His lips dripped with venom; His half-lidded eyes contained promises of a future you weren’t sure was even possible.

In those eyes, you saw a reflection of your own desires – the future you desperately wanted the two of you to share. You saw a man who was both powerful and vulnerable; a man who had earned the title of one of Japan’s most feared men, a man who had swept the hair out of your face and wiped your tears away. In those eyes, you could see the weight of the responsibility he carried, knowing you only added to that burden. He led like it was second nature to him, having been well-known around these parts for the many generous sacrifices he’d made to those in his circle – your boyfriend being one of them.

You wondered if he had ever truly allowed himself to be happy.

But, shit, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the way his whole face lit up when you entered the room. It couldn’t have been a lie, not all of it, at least.

Most of all, behind those eyes, you saw a kindred spirit, someone who seemed to understand you in a way that no one else ever has before. You could see this unspoken connection that defied both logic and reason – a shared emotion that was both forbidden and undeniable.

As you stood there in the shower, you realized that you would have to face the consequences of your actions at some point. You couldn’t run from it forever – what you had done was undeniably wrong in a moral sense; no amount of reassurance from Waka or yourself would change that fact. Some day, Takeomi would find out about the two of you, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for things to come to an end so soon.

You sighed. “I don’t want him goin’ after us.”

Wakasa’s hand found its way over to yours. “I’ll keep ‘ya safe. Promise,” he said.

You didn’t care if it was an illusion. He looked so ethereal beneath you, hair splayed out on the pillow around his face like a halo. He was so vulnerable, so perfect. Wakasa’s eyes were filled with a mixture of longing and determination. “And if ‘ya change ‘yer mind about being with him,” he said huskily, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek one more time. “I’m a call away.”

You felt your resolve crumble as you crashed your lips down on his, mouths melding together for what must have been the hundredth time that night. You moaned softly, moving your hands from his waist to the pillow beneath his head as you felt him brace his hands on your hips.

I’m not ready yet, you decided. You didn’t care if it was wrong. You didn’t care if there would be dire and extreme consequences if and when word about the two of you got out. You wanted to stay in this illusion with him a little while longer.

Warm, salty tears mixed with the water running down your face and over your quivering lips as you tried to wrap your head around it all. The thought of being hurt by Takeomi again made you feel sick to your stomach – You had seen the damage he was capable of doing to his opponents, you didn’t even want to know what he would do to you if he found out about Wakasa. Still, you had betrayed him. You knew repercussions would come eventually.

As you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off with a towel, you swallowed your guilt. You had a clean set of clothes folded neatly atop the sink. The shirt slipped loosely over your head, though the pants took some effort to squeeze into. You gazed at your tired face in the mirror. You looked about as lost as you felt. Deciding eventually that worrying about it now wouldn’t change the eventual outcome, you sighed, reaching for the door.

“Might as well ride the train until it crashes,” you murmurred beneath your breath.

Who knows? That confrontation might be years away.

Looping around the hallway, you approached the staircase. There was that faint, distinct aroma of booze that lingered in the air – that and the familiar stench of Takeomi’s cigars. A smile adorned your lips at the thought of being able to share a smoke with him. You rarely got the chance to smoke a Cuban these days. Slowly, you made your descent down the stairs.

You could hear the TV playing something – Takeomi had moved to the living room. You guessed he was done drinking for the night. Lord knew you were too drunk to continue on yourself.

Anticipation bubbled within you as you approached the living room. Takeomi was seated on the loveseat with a cigar pinched between his thumb and index finger. His hair was a bit greasy from his day out, just faintly illuminated by the yellow light cast onto his face from the lamp in the corner.

As your gaze met his, your anticipation was met with an unexpected sight. Takeomi’s brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. The tension that radiated from his rigid posture seemed to cast a shadow over the room. There was a storm brewing behind his eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat, then two, your smile dropping from your face. Concern etched itself across your expression. The soft pitter-patter of your bare, damp feet on the hardwood floor seemed to echo louder in the charged atmosphere.

“Is something the matter?” You asked, doing your best to keep your tone gentle despite the hint of unease that lingered behind your words.

“Yeah,” he answered. The end of his cigar crackled as he took a long, hefty hit.

Confusion washed over you. A flicker of worry cast a cloud over your sunny disposition. You approached him slowly, steps tentative. “What’s up?” You asked him.

Takeomi’s gaze met yours, anger flashing behind his dark eyes. His voice, once a drunken, slurred murmur, now carried the weight of his emotion. Wordlessly, reached into his lap and produced your phone, holding it out toward you.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the screen, widening when they did. The warmth in the room dissipated, replaced by a chilling silence that hung heavily in the air.

“You’re fucking my coworker?” He spoke, voice tinged with a mixture of hurt and anger.

And in a moment’s width, your world had flipped upside down.

a/n: dun dun dunnnnnn!! -- ok im sorry for the cliffhanger, shit is about to get juicy, trust. I just wanna take a moment to thank each and every one of you reading rn for all of ur unwavering support. the amount of love this fic has gotten during the past month ive been on hiatus has kept me going thru difficult times, I dont think yall will ever understand the impact you've had on me. ur comments make my day!! (please leave more I love u all mwah mwah mwah). as for next chapter, strap in. remember the angst and craziness I warned yall abt last month? yeah. get ready. lmk what u think as always and feel free to comment or reblog with any thoughts, suggestions or just to say hello, mawmah loves u all<3

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theemporium · 1 year ago

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Okay so max and driver (ex!jack) reader🤭

Background first: reader and jack have been together for like 5 years. They met at uni or towards the end of high school, the point being that they’ve been together since they were younger and have grown together yk. It’s been a while.

Also this is based on The Weeknd’s verse in ‘You’re l right’ by doja cat:

“Girl I want you like you want me too, I feel that energy, when you’re on top of me”

“I know your man, he ain’t controlling you, but you’re so hesitant, cos you choose loyalty”

“And I know your history, met him before your peak, he’s so connected to the woman that you used to be”

So u and Jack are like the perfect couple. He comes to all the gps to support you, and you go to all his NHL games to support him. The fans, the hockey team and the whole grid love you guys bc you represent this sweet, young love thing. He’s the perfect bf, very sweet and attentive etc.

But.

Reader finds herself confused because all of a sudden Max, her friend, her RIVAL, has started to have an effect on her??? As the season goes on, she sees Mad Max in his full effect for the first time, as he’s matured as a driver and we don’t see much of that aggression anymore but he’s being tested for the first time in a while and he can’t take it. The extreme aggression & I don’t give a fuck attitude is just so manly and so hot … and so not her sweet bf? But she can’t help the way her thighs squeeze against each other and she desperately closes her eyes in their post race interview, where the anger is radiating off of him & shes trying to get the arousal out of her mind.

Like I think little reader just needs something… more. Something Jack can’t give her. Something only Max can🫠. She’s grown out of that sweet girl and pure love and just needs all that sin, aggression and roughness yk. She craves him.

The lyric “A couple strokes, I’ll put it in, then you belong to me”🤭

Even tho Jack is perfect, he’s not perfect for her anymore so she leaves him. Since joining f1 she’s grown sm and needs sm more and she can’t deny the way she’s dripping everytime she sees max anymore

So yeah, then max and reader eventually get together🫠 and he fucks her so hard and so rough multiple times a day, finally fucking her right, the way she deserves

- 🧛‍♀️

poor jack😭😭😭😭I mean at least he’s not an asshole in this situation but bless his wee heart

BUT IMAGINE!! she’s older now, she knows herself more and she needs something more than a sweet high school romance and she doesn’t wanna lose jack as a friend but she doesn’t love him anymore as a girlfriend

and then in come max who’s making her feel a million different ways she’s never felt before and the TENSION between them two could be so🫠

but also the angst of her being scared to lose jack forever? the blacklash her and max get after they announce their relationship? people shitting on her for moving on? jack coming to her and max’a defence? THE POTENTIAL OF IT ALL

#cece answers #max.thots #jack.thots #🧛‍♀️.anon

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matrixwhore · 2 years ago

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i want a crop top shirt with the words creepuh with blood dripping off it on the front sewn with red thread and on the back its two hearts dancing.

Oh Louis so tired. The way he walking up to the door. He did NOT NEED THIS LESTAT. Trouble in both homes on the same night. Lestat truly is family. Giving Louis stress as soon as he get’s home in a way only family can.

Lestat could not have been more wrong.

y’all the whole house shaking!! the fucking chandelier bopping. omg

there was a really great post about the song their singing. i wish i kept better track of these things.

They showed the fuck up for these scenes. They went for it. They supported each other. They gave it their all. Award worthy performances from both of them.

You can refer to my earlier linked post about how Lestats actions sort of mirror his families. but i’ll add an image of the tags i included bc. i managed to make a point that was good enough to stand by.

We see Lestat leaning more and more into his power advantage to suit his needs/feelings/expectations etc. etc.

He’s the pitiful broken and hurt husband neglected and hurt by his scorned wife who is actually the one who broke the rules of their agreement by the newly established in the moment rule that he can’t open relationships to his old flames bc every knows old flames don’t flame out as quickly as new flames (even tho Antoinette is a flame that flamed on for faarr too long while Louis never saw Jonah again, which he doesn’t ever acknowledge). All this while using his powers to clear a room full of people. this is not to deny him his feelings. he is feeling broken. and he is feeling hurt. But, he’s not Louis’ victim in this. Most importantly he’s acting out due to consequences of his own actions. He is the one who barreled through the fractures of their agreement causing the break.

Lestat: I don’t like sharing.

Not with books, not with businesses, not with his family, not with Jonah. and certainly not with humanity.

[Lestat tries to play beyoncé’s ring the alarm, but Louis tells alexa to skip to daddy lessons]

iwtv ep 3 rewatch thoughts

Louis: I don’t want you kill people anymore, there it is.

Lestat: A fish that doesn’t swim. A bird refusing to fly.

I’m borrowing this statement to use for Louis in this moment - I believe this is when Lestat diagnoses Louis with hysteria.

In this scene the power imbalance between them becomes defined more by patriarchal gender dynamics. Lestat dives into a more rigid paternalistic approach when dealing with what he perceives to be Louis’ irrational shame of being a vampire and going against his very nature despite what Lestat has been trying to teach him. This reading of their relationship is intentional. so much so that while he says this the focus of the camera pans out to frame a shot of Antoinette walking past and there’s a parallel shot of Louis and Lestat sitting at a table next to another couple, a man and a woman who are presumably husband and wife, where both husbands’ (Lestat and the man) gazes follow after Antoinette and Louis and the wife literally notice at the same time. This is them (as in the writers etc. etc.) being really over handed about what they’re implying about Loustat’s relationship/marriage/companionship moving forward. Louis is literally sitting on the same side the wife is sitting and Lestat the husband. Antoinette poses a very similar threat to both Louis and the wife who is a bw (only her black husband could die behind Antoinette, at worst, given the era).

For what it’s worth (not much) I don’t think Lestat is actively plotting in the sense of being aware that he is forcing a gendered hat on Louis that doesn’t fit. I think he believes that this is a role Louis is suited for, especially if he’s drawing from the trauma of his relationship with his mother and the ways Louis might remind him of her. What I mean by that is his focus is on the front he see that Louis is putting on. He thinks he’s removing the offending hat Louis is, for a reason he can’t understand (and won’t bother to), clinging to. I think he believes the final frontier of Louis’ problems is simply submitting to his vampire nature (and to him lbfr) which i talked about in the tenor scene. (He doesn’t realize he hasn’t escaped the confines of humanity, he just benefits from them more in a way that lends to his ability to live as if they don’t apply to him)

Louis’ acting like he’s not a vampire and Lestat likens this to his business “a cover, an illusion to throw off the scent of the dogs.” The section of the Azalea where they are engaging in “polite conversation,” where the word “vampire” is off limits is a front for the nefarious business of trafficking women where consumption of bodies is allowed as long as Louis can separate himself from it. Pimping hidden in the shadows of the Azalea, the way he seeks to hide his vampirism in the shadows of his humanity. Bluffing is fine in a game of poker against humans Lestat believes is beneath him—against human’s he naively believes he elevated Louis above by giving him the dark gift—but it’s no way to live as a Vampire and it’s no way to love Lestat.

This is most offensive to Lestat, and I don’t doubt concerning given the impact it will have on Louis. Lestat: “You’re going to struggle. I fear for the feline population of New Orleans.”

He’s being really snarky about this, but I believe he means it. Louis’ hunger will not be satiated by eating cats or other small animals. He will be weakened physically and mentally by it. Lestat drives this point in by saying he’s gonna render them extinct in the area, behind this reluctance to kill or feed from humans. Lestat fails to see Louis is trying to regain some semblance of control over his life where he has very little control over how so many things are playing out against his favor even with the success of the Azalea which is unstable. There’s also the situation with his family. The fact that he has to kill to survive but doesn’t want to. the fact that he believes himself already damned, but still full of shame and guilt. Then as things worsen between him and Lestat etc. etc. He needs something to control.

Lestat sees this as more than just a moral quandary just not in the way it could have lent to the understanding of Louis so much as it clearly imo pokes at Lestat’s insecurities about whether he can be loved for who he is fully. He sees himself as above humanity, fully immersed in being a vampire and proud too and Louis is rejecting that so in a way, to Lestat, he’s rejecting him and the dark gift he’s given. He thinks he’s being played the fool. (“I can pretend the fool”). Louis agreed to all these things and now he’s switching up and holding out. (marriage contract etc. etc.) Lestat overcorrects so egregiously he’s the agent to his own fear being realized—the threat of Louis leaving him.

I don’t think i’m saying anything of a revelation to say Lestat can stop himself from acting out. I don’t think it’s anything new to say he has a clear need and demand for attention. He immediately follows this up with causing a scene and performing. He hops on stage and plays the piano for and with the people of the Azalea—what Louis seems more inclined to give his time and energy to rather then enjoying being a vampire and his new life with Lestat. Plus It’s not like it doesn’t work a little. Louis’ in 2020 in Dubai with a whole new husband crediting his white ex for something i doubt he actually was the catalyst for. idk I have my doubts about his claim about the Wolverine Blues. I think Danny being openly and immediately doubtful, as far as to play it, was intentional in making us question that as well imo.

He does this again tho. In part because it sort of worked in his favor this time especially since he threw the scent of this being what he does when he feels threatened (which i believe to be the main reason he does it again) to he was helping Louis out bc the pianist was gonna leave Louis. An interesting redirection considering this is a reaction to the fear that Louis will leave him. He’s playing poker. and he sort of* won this hand. So yeah he does it again, but more manically, later on with Louis’ preference of military men (i just know he thought about that sailor at the bar and it sent him over the edge) when he sees Louis would rather let an old flame do him “some face” (🤭) and eat a dog than fuck him and feed with him. but let’s not jump ahead. let’s let ep3 seduce us as Louis has been seduced!!!

antoinette brown said she gone be here all night y’all she really claimed the eternal night from jump. you can see the moment Lestat gets the idea to torment Louis with the “rotisserie chicken” (🤭 anon you will always be famous). She passed by and he turned so quick to Louis all bright eyed like “you’re going to struggle” ☹️ knowing he gonna be the agent of that particular struggle.

*i say sort of bc Louis is impressed by the scene he created when he starts playing, and it probably smoothed things over that night, but he doesn’t budge on his disordered eating bc that’s not how it works Lestat!!!! (“did i forget to mention i’m terrible at this game” or something to that effect)

#iwtv ep 3 rewatch #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #loustat

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Summertime

Summary: You’re chilling by the pool with the band when Vic encourages you to go topless with her.

CW: SMUT, exhibitionism? (not really tho), alcohol mentions, brief mentions of body insecurities, oral sex, fingering

Word Count: 3.2k

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Today is the most beautiful day Rome has had all year, the first real day of summer, and you’re spending it lounging by the pool with your friends. It’s an intimate get together with only you, Vic, Damiano, Thomas, and Ethan, as you so often do when you all have a day off. You bask in the warmth of the sun, laughing as Victoria and Thomas make a game of who can splash each other the hardest while Damiano films them for an insta story, zooming in on their most unflattering moments with pool water in their faces. Ethan lays in another lounge chair next to you, half asleep by now, enjoying the relaxation he rarely gets. You sip on the fruity cocktail that Vic made for you all. She always enjoys seeing what new concoction she can come up with and uses you all as her test group to see if it’s good. Some are truly horrifying but this one hits just right, sweet and sour and perfectly refreshing for a hot day.

You let your eyelids close softly, relaxing in this comfortable moment. That is until the sunlight in front of your closed eyelids is blocked suddenly. You reluctantly open your eyes to see Vic standing over you, her wet bangs dripping onto your forehead as she climbs onto your lounge chair to straddle your hips.

“Hi,” Vic greets you simply. Far too simply for being sat on your hips. She’s always been a very affectionate friend which has not helped the secret little crush you have on her. You’ve never been attracted to a woman before but Vic seems to be an exception to your unknown sexuality. But you push the idea off, better to deal with it at another time when your very pretty friend is not sitting in your lap.

“Having fun?” she asks.

“Of course, it’s so nice out today. How ‘bout you? Are you enjoying tormenting our friends?” you say.

“Haha, yes I absolutely am having fun with that."

You can’t help sneaking a few glances to her bare chest that’s currently at your eye level. You won’t deny being a little attracted to her, but normally you wouldn’t stare. It’s just that you’re not used to women being topless at the pool, or in any public setting, having only moved to Italy recently.

Vic catches you staring and leans down to shimmy them in your face. You laugh and try to push her away but she pins your arms down playfully. She stares down at you for a moment, almost as if she’s about to say something but drops it along with your arms, settling back on your thighs. Her fingers play with the center of your bikini top, right between your tits. It’s a small top but it covers what it needs to, at least what you think it needs to. Vic pulls at it a little until it snaps back at your skin. You gasp in mock scandal and laugh with her. You’ve always loved Victoria’s laugh. It’s big and bold and it always makes you smile, just like her.

She keeps playing with your straps, curling her finger under one and running them along the length of the other.

“Why wear it at all? Much more prudish than I thought you were,” she teases, a smirk on her face. “It’s so hot out and you’ll get tan lines, and nobody wants tan lines."

“I guess you’re right about that,” you respond.

“Ya know, there’s an easy solution for that,” Vic says.

“Oh yeah? And what might that be?” You play along with her little game.

“Why don’t you take it off?” she asks. You roll your eyes, dismissing the ideas so she persists, “I mean when in Rome right?”

“I don’t think so. Not all of us have perfect tits to show off,” you say, not really thinking about what you’ve implied.

“Oh so you think my tits are perfect? Hm good to know,” she says. You stutter, trying to find a response but you don’t have to worry about that for long as Vic saves you from your embarrassment, seemingly ignoring it.

“C’mon, it’s just us here,” she says referring to the boys who are now all sipping their cocktails and goofing around in the water. “And it’s not like they care, they’ve seen enough titties to last a lifetime." You roll your eyes, laughing at her joke, even if it may be true. “Plus, unlike most men, they’re actually respectful,” she continues. You know this, being friends with them for long enough and seeing how they’ve been interacting with Vic today while she’s mostly nude. It’s mainly just your insecurities keeping you from going topless. You can’t help but feel like your tits aren’t pretty enough to show or that even if they don’t stare or say anything, that they’ll still judge you. But on the other hand, they are your friends, and why would your friends judge you? Maybe it really would all end up being okay if you did it.

You sigh, thinking about Vic’s words as she scoots up closer. You rest your hands on her thighs. She starts pulling gently on the straps but stops before making any real progress.

“I’ll knock it off if you want me to,” she says in a soft voice. You think about it for a moment but don’t let yourself think too hard before carefully shaking your head, only managing about a centimeter of movement, but she sees it. She comes closer to temporarily shield you from anyone else’s line of sight to make you more comfortable. She reaches under your back to pull at the string to untie it. You have to arch your back for her to do so which catches her eye for a moment before bringing her focus back to untying your top. It doesn’t fall though as you’re still laying mostly flat. Vic teases and plays with the fabric before pulling it away carefully revealing your breasts, the smooth fabric rubbing against your nipples. She places the top aside and your chest is completely bare and on display now.

You quickly try to cover up but Vic stops you, pinning your arms down again, her own tits getting dangerously close to yours in the process. She looks you straight in the eyes and smirks, keeping you uncovered. You stare back and you wish she’d come a little closer, close enough for you to–

“Ohh shit look what we have here! Get a room you two,” Dami shouts, catching you in this compromising position. Vic laughs and hauls herself off of you to chase him down, attempting to wrestle him into the pool. You laugh from the lounge chair, your self consciousness fading away as you get more comfortable and see that the boys really don’t care. You do however miss the feeling of Victoria on top of you but you decide to not unpack that thought.

— — —

The rest of the day goes on and you completely forget about the fact that you’re topless, it just becomes so normal in front of them. You sit by the edge of the pool, sipping on a freshly-made drink, when Vic slides up next to you.

“I told ya so,” she sings with a cocky smile.

“Told me what?”

“That the whole ‘being topless’ thing wasn’t a big deal and that life is much more fun without clothes."

“I don’t recall those being your exact words, but yes, you were right. It just took some getting used to,” you concede, watching Vic scoot closer to you.

“See, I’m always right,” she says quietly, her fingers trailing on your thigh. You part your legs a little as an invitation for her to continue her gentle touches. Suddenly very aware of how out in the open you are with Vic’s hand on your thigh, you look up to see if anyone’s watching and you catch Ethan’s eye. He looks between you both, raising an eyebrow and giving you a little look of approval that gives you the courage to make the next move.

You take the plunge, placing your hand over Vic’s and ask, “do you wanna get out of here? Maybe go somewhere more private?” She doesn’t answer, just smirks, getting up quickly and reaching her hand out to lead you into the house.

When you get to the house, Vic closes the door behind you and leads you over to the living room. You sit next to her on the big couch, not really knowing what to do from here. Feeling a little vulnerable in this uncharted territory, you have to remind yourself that it’s just Vic, you’ve been friends for years, you trust her. Vic can sense your apprehension and scoots in close, rubbing your arm gently.

“You okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I promise. Just a little nervous."

She gives you a comforting smile and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, giving her an excuse to come closer. You stare at her pretty pink lips, wondering how they’d feel on you. But she doesn’t keep you wondering for too long, pressing them gently against yours in a kiss.

“You’re so beautiful. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for,” she confesses after pulling away. “I admit, I may have had some ulterior motives when I suggested you take your top off."

You fake gasp and playfully slap her arm, scandalized, and you both laugh. It relieves all the nervous tension that’s been building up inside you and pull her in, kissing her deeper this time. You decide to relax and let yourself go, just doing whatever feels right. You find Vic’s hand on your cheek and slowly start lowering it down your body. When you trail it over your breast, she can’t help but squeeze it before you bring her warm fingers down your stomach and to the waistband of your bikini bottoms. She pushes her fingers past them and you gasp into her mouth, knowing where they’re headed.

As soon as her fingers touch your pussy, for a reason your brain cannot comprehend, you blurt out the words, “I’ve never been with a woman before."

Vic laughs a little at the sudden outburst but responds, “well I can promise I’ll be the best you’ll ever have,” with a wink. Her fingers have not left your pussy and are now rubbing gentle circles on your clit. You melt at her words and you know she feels you getting wetter. You’ve always had that little crush on her but right now, she’s turning you on more than any man ever has. And her talented fingers feel wonderful on your pussy. So deliberate with their movements with just the right amount of pressure. It feels like heaven.

She carefully pushes you down onto the couch, setting up the pillows so you’re comfortable, and slowly removes your bikini bottoms. You can feel your cheeks heating up and you start to get nervous again, chewing on your bottom lip and shifting your legs to hide yourself.

“You’re cute when you get all shy,” Vic says. She rubs up and down your thighs until you relax them enough to let her pull them apart. You smile down at her as she pays close attention to your body, kissing your thighs and stroking your hips as she makes her way to your pussy. Her soft lips meet your clit in a warm kiss and she quickly replaces them with her tongue, licking up and then down to your entrance. She plunges in and you throw your head back in delight. Your hips grind down onto her face and she knows you want more. Her mouth travels back up to your clit while two of her fingers push into you, making you scream out. This is louder than you’ve ever been while someone’s going down on you but it’s just too good to stay quiet about. She deserves to hear all that she’s doing to you.

Her tongue and fingers find the perfect pace. She’s so observant and careful with her movements. Your hands fly to her hair when you feel yourself getting close. She only has to keep up her motions for moments longer until you’re screaming her name and cumming on her tongue and fingers. She leaves little kisses while you twitch in the aftershocks of pleasure and only comes up when you whimper out of oversensitivity. She kisses back up your body until she reaches your lips. You taste yourself on her and it’s hotter than you’d like to admit. She flops down next to you with a satisfied sigh and a cocky face, knowing she’s just blown your mind.

“You taste really good ya know?” she says.

“Um, thanks,” you reply. “I uh- I could return the favor. But I have to warn you, I have literally no idea what I’m doing."

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” she says with a smirk. You wonder where she gets her confidence from and if any of hers will rub off on you.

Vic quickly positions herself to be half laying half sitting against the arm of the couch and, without hesitation, pulls off her own bottoms that barely covered her anyway. She spreads her legs and beckons you closer. You follow her command and bring your face up to her pussy. She’s so beautiful but you’re a little intimidated by your inexperience. You don’t really know where to begin.

Vic pets your hair and tells you, “it’s alright. You can just explore and take your time if you’d like." You tentatively start kissing her thighs, enjoying her smooth skin on your lips. You get closer and closer to her pretty pussy and you get a little nervous. She combs her fingers through your hair, encouraging you sweetly. You touch her gently, exploring, and she smiles down at you.

“How do you like it?” you ask, hoping for some sort of direction.

“How bout you start with by touching how you like to be touched” she instructs. You do as she says, gently stroking up her pussy, rubbing softly on her clit.

“You can go a little harder,” she offers and you nod, adding more pressure to your circles. She seems to enjoy that, breathing heavier and arching her back a little, so you continue. She looks down at you like you’re the most beautiful sight she’s ever witnessed and it emboldens you to push your fingers inside of her. It feels foreign at first but you get the hang of it. It’s similar to fingering yourself, but instead of knowing exactly what feels best, you have to pay attention to Vic’s responses, telling you what she likes. And she gives you plenty to work with, moaning loudly every time you hit the right spot or use the right amount of pressure. You’re completely enthralled by her reactions to your fingers and make it your mission to draw the most noises out of her pretty mouth as possible.

She brings you out of your trance by asking, “do you want to use your mouth too?” You nod without a second thought and she gently brings your face closer to her. You start off with hesitant licks to her clit, tasting her. You like the way she feels on your tongue and you want more. You wrap your lips around her clit while you move your fingers exactly how you’ve learned she likes it. Vic’s sounds get louder and louder and you’re now determined to make her cum. You can feel her wetness mixed with your saliva dripping down your chin but you couldn’t care less, not when this gorgeous woman in front of you is making such beautiful noises all because of you. She lets out a long moan and her face scrunches together as you bring her to orgasm. You immediately swell up with pride, feeling so accomplished seeing her chest heaving, sweat dripping down her forehead, and lips parted trying to catch her breath from your newly learned skills.

“Damn. You sure that was your first time going down on a girl?” she asks, still out of breath.

You laugh a little sheepishly but still very proud of your work. “I’m sure. And this will definitely be an experience to remember."

“Well you did an amazing job. Clearly,” she adds, pulling you close to cuddle with her, your cheek resting on her chest. You both just relax together, enjoying the feeling of each other's skin and the warmth of the sun shining through the windows.

— — —

You’re on the verge of drifting to sleep, spent from your activities and so relaxed from Vic’s fingers drawing gentle patterns on your back when you hear voices in the distance. You look up to see the sun setting and realize you’ve spent most of the day with Vic in here. You also notice, far too late, all three boys barrelling in the door. Vic seems perfectly content with her friends seeing her completely naked and tied up with you. You on the other hand scramble to find something to cover yourself with but almost stumble to the floor in the process. Vic catches you though, bringing you back down onto her body instead, giggling at your erratic behavior and running her hands soothingly down your arms and back.

“Relax, they may make jokes but they love us and won’t care about this,” she whispers. The boys get an eyeful of you two and start whistling and applauding and making jokes.

“Ayyy how come we weren’t invited?”

“Oh shit why do we always miss the good stuff?”

Vic laughs along, covering your ass with her leg as you bury your warm face in her neck, smiling and laughing yourself. Thomas high fives Vic and Damiano picks up your hand from Vic’s chest to force high five you before they all leave you both alone to start dinner. You open your eyes finally to see Vic smiling at you and stroking your cheek.

“You okay? Did they go too far? I can kick their asses if you want me to,” Vic says.

“No no, it’s alright. I’m suddenly feeling a lot more comfortable with the whole ‘being naked in front of people’ thing … I wonder why,” you say.

“Hm, I wonder why. I bet it’s some hot girl that just made you see stars,” she jokes, making you both laugh. “So,” she starts, more seriously, “does this change anything between us? Or ya know, your sexuality?” she asks, trying to be careful but her usual bluntness comes through.

You think for a moment before replying, “I want to explore more with you, if that wasn’t obvious by now. I wanna see where things go. And yah, I definitely enjoyed this and I’m definitely attracted to you,” you say and you love seeing her face light up at that.

“Okay good, because I really like you and I want to see where this goes too." She can’t stop smiling as she leans in for a kiss. She pulls away after a moment but you pull her right back in for another quick kiss, and another, and another, until you’re too busy giggling to kiss anymore.

“C’mon,” you say, “Let’s go help the boys with dinner … that is, as soon as we find our bikinis."

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