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PARTITION! g. satoru

ৎ୭ sum. your sugar daddy, satoru’s worst fear happened. he fears you’re too much of a spoiled rotten brat. screw riding in his expensive private limousine—you wanted to ride something else instead. (him, duh)

wc. 7.3k

warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy gojo! au, age gap (early twenties + thirties), car sęx, bratty reader, unprotected, getting eaten out the window, tít job, reverse cowgirl, doggy, cunnīlingus, nanami cameo, slight alcohol consumption, size kink, cęrvix kissing, possessive themes (wearing waist beads w his initials), implied multiple rounds, he’s sooo whipped, bręeding.

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“meet my baby here, sweets. charlotte.”

“satoru, what.”

as satoru had an arm slinked around your waist, brushing a thumb across the jewels that stuck against of of the many designer blouses he’s bought you within the past week, he hums. the two of you were staring straight at a limousine. it was icy blue like his eyes with a plethora of dark-tinted windows. to even top it off, it had ‘G.S limousine service, inc.’ carved into the side of one of the doors in bright, blue cursive.

you huffed, smearing your glossed lips together. “you named your limousine?”

“heh, well she’s yours now,” he hums, guiding you toward the slid open doors. “c’mon, there’s a club i wanna take you to. if we leave now, we can beat the press.” and satoru takes a peek at his gleaming, pricey watch. he helps lifts the back of your long skirt from touching the ground before you step in. immediately, you’re hit with flashing lights inside the luxurious car and its plush red seats.

“where to, sir.” a blond chauffeur adjusts his mirror with a sigh, taking a short glance at you.

satoru throws an arm around you, tugging lightly on his tie that’s tucked neatly in his suit. “ah, kento, meet my girl. and please—drive us to my private lounge,” satoru kisses your cheek as you sit, whispering in an impish, low tone. “buckle up, sweetheart. ‘s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

the seats were oh-so-soft, a violent hot color of maroon as the entire limo was lit up with nothing but dim flashing, flashing lights.

it was bright, the size alone was probably bigger than a simple normal bathroom. satoru saw you taking in the luxurious life like you always did, craning your head from left to right before peering at the empty wine glasses in front of you both.

“it’s so pretty,” you hummed, your head resting against his shoulder.

once you’re laid against him, you’re smacked with his signature loud cologne scent. it was always a scent you’d never forget, nor could you get used to.

it’s strong, making you take the citrusy manly aroma in silence every time.

with a raised brow, you look up at the white-haired man before timidly murmuring, “wait- what do you mean this is mine? like.. the whole thing?”

“yeah, silly girl,” satoru brushes a thumb around the center of your forehead in invisible circles.

you’ve grown to get weak with his tender touch every time. cerulean-iced eyes lock against you lovingly, and that’s when that cunning grin spreads at each side of his crooked lips. “think of it as an uh- surprise gift for the new year.”

with a pout, you open your mouth to complain. “satoru- last week, you just bought me-”

“a convertible, and i’d do it again in a heartbeat,” satoru whispers, planting another kiss near your temple.

your incoming words come to an abrupt pause, and the cute speechless look you gave him always made him hum in amusement.

one of the many things satoru liked- no loved about you, was that you were always so humble.

you were forever grateful, but you couldn’t help but be hesitant sometimes at how much he’d constantly spend for you. satoru continued to shower you with compliment though—constantly reassuring you that he wanted to splurge his money on you.

you were living the dream - literally.

embodying the life of a rich girl, a type of rich girl where you’d usually see in cheesy movies or sung in iconic songs by artists like gwen stefani.

even though it’s been a full-blown year, you’ve started to grow accustomed to the sweet luxury of being a sugar baby.

satoru gojo’s sugar baby.

but he wasn’t starting to see you as just his pretty ‘lil sugar baby though, that much was apparent.

satoru didn’t expect you to not only take his money but his heart too.

and he never minded.

he couldn’t put a price on that anyway.

“besides,” he grabs a clear, empty glass and an unopened bottle from underneath the fuzzy, red seat. with a flick, satoru removes the cork that is plugged near the top with just his thumb and middle finger. as he pours a small portion of wine inside, the velvet-colored liquid stains against all sides of the glass.

“what’s mine is yours, baby,” he takes a sip before sighing at the cassis flavor hits against his tastebuds, “ ‘s what my sweet thing deserves.”

as you’re still pouting, the limo continues to drive.

the windows were tinted, but it was clear as day when you looked through them to take a quick peel. as usual, the roads were quite busy with rush hour but it was a smooth ride nonetheless.

however though, you had to admit, you were getting a bit… bored.

satoru sat man spread, both of his wide legs taking so much unnecessary space before he contemptibly sighed again. with one of his arms still wrapped around you, you took a moment to take in his suave, handsome appearance.

he always was draped in nothing but tuxedos—

after all, without the whole sugar daddy side thing, you sometimes forget how satoru was a literal well-known businessman.

he never really went into the specifics of his work, but you knew he was the CEO of some private company.

satoru was a very powerful man, a man with a big net worth … but an even bigger heart.

the shoes that satoru wore were dress shoes of his own brand, of course. in the luminous, glittery lights of the inside of the limousine—the shoes were visibly spit-shined from top to bottom. his suit’s dark black, and the handkerchief that stuck out of his front chest had the imprints of your lipstick on it.

of course he kept that.

his hair..

it’s messily ruffled but somewhat presentable, slicked back as usual with a faint side part. over time, you started to notice how he was growing facial hair too.

it’s subtle, and you’d have to squint but you saw it. you saw how specks of white hair were trying to form down near his chin.

it was attractive nonetheless, and the thought of satoru growing a stubble had you squeezing your thighs together in shame.

after all, he was in his early-thirties so he was bound to grow some facial hair at some point. he’s always been a well-shaved man, but the image forever plagued your mind.

“yeees, sweets.” he snaps you out of your little fantasm, the near-empty wine glass still in his hand. he sits the expensive bottle of ‘screaming eagle’ near the limo’s bar that was covered with dozens of tiny, pretty rhinestones.

“h.. huh?” you stammer, blinking thrice.

shit.

the way you stared at him was like a deer in headlights. caught red-handed!

that same wry grin that stretched so slyly pried at both cracks of his lips before satoru tilted his head. “you’re starin’ y’know,” and you felt his hand placed on your thigh. “is my baby bored?”

“a little,” you admitted, hearing the loud screeching of tire wheels and screaming horns of other cars in the background.

only satoru could make you feel like you were the only girl in the world..

slowly, satoru dragged his pink tongue over his upper lip which was a bit damp from the scarlet-colored wine.

you sucked in a raucous breath - your thoughts turning more ‘n more filthy by the second.

his lips.. they were so perfect, naturally glossed, and forevermore had a plump downward curve. you could stare at them all day, and your eyes widened once a drip of wine started to trickle down the right side of his lip.

“ooh- excuse me. guess ‘m a bit messy today,” he throatily chuckles, feeling the coldness of the red droplet race down his skin. “would you be a doll ‘n lick that up for me, sweetheart?”

“okay-” you comply right away, positioning yourself on his lap.

satoru titters, cocking his head lazily toward the left as you get comfortable. cute, he thinks.

he could already tell how eager you were. also, he didn’t tell you the duration of the ride but it was probably about a good hour.

like hell could you even wait that long.

it felt like time was so cruel - standing still as you inched closer and closer toward his face. satoru laid man spread the entire time, eyeing you closely with his gaze never leaving yours.

he paws a big hand near your waist, hearing your pretty airy breaths pick up.

“stop looking at me like that-”

“aw, is it a crime to stare at my gi-”

satoru’s fatally silenced with a kiss.

it’s a rough one, and you couldn’t wait to run your tongue across the remnants of cherry-flavored wine that now started to drip down his chin.

it tasted sweet - a spicy cherry flavor, and you moaned once his knee aligned itself between your thighs.

his thigh was so bulky too, even underneath the lanky, slender slacks he wore. satoru was a particularly ripped guy in general — you knew his workout routine like the back of your hand, and sometimes he’d even let you do sets with him.

(sets that mainly consisted of you sitting on his back while he did push-ups orrrr sitting on his abs while he used barbells in his private gym)

“mhm~” you moan against his lips, hearing the competitive sounds of teeth rudely smacking against each other in vigorous sync.

each tongue’s on a dangerous mission, desperately trying to dominate the other and you couldn’t help but melt.

your twisting, hot tongue started to wander, creating a slippery snail trail near the crack of his mouth before nibbling on his bottom lip. “sa- satoruu.” you’d breathe, one hand giving his tie a needy, impatient pull.

“heyyy, you know i don’t speak whine,” he whispers, breaking away from your lips for a second.

your lips were already swollen, slickly shining with saliva that could’ve been an easily replaceable substitute for lip gloss. “use those words, sweetheart,” and it was like the more he spoke, the deeper his voice seductively pitched.

the knee that still rested between your sprawled open legs didn’t make things easier either. “tell me what you want ‘n maybe i’ll give it to ya, hm?”

with a huff, you mumble a soft, “you-”

“well yeah, me silly! elaborate for me though.”

“i want- i want you.. i want all of you satoru. right now,” you go into more detail, leaning in to paint a slope of wet kisses down his neck. satoru’s collar was a bit unkempt—some exposed skin showed above his collar which you then brought upon yourself to attack with kisses. “pretty please.”

“hah- but.. you already have me,” he inhales, groaning once he feels you starting to grind against his lap.

satoru’s touch was pure static..

his fingers couldn’t help but mindlessly roam, tickling against your bare skin that protruded through the minuscule squares of your ripped fishnets.

the stare you two shared was just so intimate, and he could almost already smell your lusty, loud arousal..

“mhm- y’know, what i want too?” satoru huskily whispers against your ear, grunting as your hips slooooowly rubbed against his visible boner.

hugely, it stuck out through his jet-black slacks. leave it to you to always make him hard.

“tell me.” you reply with a chastened frown, sliding a hand up his loose button-up. your hand enters underneath his shirt and his skin is so warm that it feels like his entire body is on fire.

right away, your curious palm gets a taste of his hardened abs that were nearly akin to the texture of a damn brick.

rigid, flexing muscles of satoru’s relax at your touch before he grabs a nice chunk of your ass.

“oh, nothing! ‘m just a.. ‘lil thirsty, sweets..”

♡ ♡ ♡

“ohmygod-” you’d squeal, cupping a clammy palm over your mouth.

when satoru said he was thirsty, you surely didn’t expect him to have you hanging out the window with your ass perfectly perked out.

with a single hand, he pulled up your skirt, raising it to the brink of your waistline while dragging your pretty lace panties to the side with a single thumb.

you were partially hanging out the window - safely though, he’d never let you fall.

satoru had an arm wrapped around your waist, one hand sliding down your thigh. vehemently, his tongue swirled circles around your clit before giving it one looooong suck.

his lips puckered, and he could already feel your hips starting to stutter against his mouth.

“mng- ‘toru,” you’d heave, wriggling your ass around his face. the tip of his nose started to rub up and down your slit too, and he’s shamelessly getting a whiff of your candied mess.

he was always so nasty, proudly spitting on your pussy, lapping it up before it dripped onto the thousand-dollar seats.

“mhh- wiggle that ass a little more for me baby, dance with my.. haaah- tongue,” he whispers airily, thumbing a fat finger near your pulsing clit. satoru found it so cute how you’d pulse every time he’d smear slippery circles around your pussy.

you just couldn’t help it!

you’re sucking in each ‘n every breath, sinking the edges of your teeth into your bawled knuckle to suppress your moans.

a strong gust of wind strikes you as the car continues to move, and you’re just meekly smiling at the cars that pass by.

from their points of view… the drivers are just seeing some random girl slightly hanging out a halfway-lowered limousine window.

in reality though,

you were getting eaten out while dozens of cars speedily drove past you.

through your slightly blurred peripherals, you saw satoru’s chauffeur who you remember hearing him address as ‘kento’ earlier, giving you a peer through his side-view mirror. he had his hands firmly on his steering wheel, scoffing to himself with a head shake.

he mumbled something under his breath as he looked away, focusing his browned eyes on the talking GPS that read him the directions to the destination.

from your sweet, repetitive moans, you couldn’t exactly make out what he said but from a quick read of his lips, you’d probably guess it was something like:

“i don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

as you’re still hung out the window, your legs part a bit - causing your eyes to widen.

satoru’s slurping you clean, skipping frisky plump fingers down your thigh before cupping his plump lips around your pussy. his head, it moves back and forth, ferociously shifting side to side like a damn madman.

you probably looked soo stupid. your mouth stayed open the entire time with your jaw forever dropped—dangling like an earring.

“fuh- fuuuck,” your trembling voice pitches higher, and you claw a hand near the back of your ass.

tightly gripping at a piece of your ass, it fits around your hand entirely before you turn to look back at satoru.

already, his chin’s got a pretty coat of your juices pouring down his jaw. his tongue was just hungry, wanting far more than just a few sips of his expensive screaming eagle..

you were far sweeter than any beverage, and satoru continuously took big, big gulps.

he treated his lips like a straw, pursing them to suck before slurping every single drop of you clean until you could barely hold your legs open.

“mhm- look at alllll this pretty fuckin’ ass,” he groans, removing your hand that was gripped on your rear.

with a whack! he hits it, humming at the cute ‘lil jolt of your shimmying body.

your skin jiggles in his face instantly, and you feel his curving tongue precisely slow its frantic pace down by the second.

there….

the tip of his pointed tongue stretched itself so far out that it clicked itself against your precious g-spot. “mng- spread y’rself wider, baby. ‘m not done with my.. hah- drink.”

“suh- sssatoru,” you’d drag out your whiny, pathetic words.

your brows formed into a furrow as your hands grabbed onto the edges of the rolled-down window. sweaty, perspiring fingertips imprinted the fogged glass as he licked every wet orifice thoroughly.

thankfully, some music was blasting in the background—seemingly drowning out your constant, pleading whines and whimpers..

satoru’s designer tie even gets a bit wet - you’re drip drip dripping, tears of glossy slick pouring flawlessly from both sides of your legs. he brings a thumb toward your hole, feeling your cute wriggles before spitting down your pussy.

slowly, the webby string trails a straight, sloppy line down and he licks it up — removing his thumb and starting at your hole before lapping his tongue down the bottom part of your pussy.

he’s wholeheartedly feral - animalistic, working his tongue until your brain turns into mush.

eventually, you ended up crawling back into the spacious limousine and landed on your back.

with your legs still spread, satoru lifts your thighs, continuing his feast. “mmph- get back here, sweets. ‘m not haaah- done,” he’d jibe each time he’d squint to see your cute weak pulse up close.

you’re impatient - desperate for your release so much that you could almost taste it..

it tasted sweet with a bit of tang, and the more you fantasized about your inevitable orgasm— the more more more you were starting to blank out all on his tongue.

“mnh- attaaaaa girl, let ‘toru get a nice good sip.” he’s still slurping you, a few excess juices smearing against his cheek.

satoru’s long, white lashes flutter open and close as he relishes in your treacly taste.

you just couldn’t stay still though.

with the way your hips cutely tossed ‘n turned each time his tongue delved inside of your sopping cunt, he’d think your middle name was ‘squirmer.’

time drags by for a looong time, not as long as satoru’s tongue though.. not by a long shot..

it flicked its way through each spot, munching proudly against your clit before your tummy tucked inward. your brain haywires, and with your mouth wide open — the only sounds that escaped were small, labored breaths.

you’re cumming, and your lashes frantically blinked at so many blinks per second. your muscles that were once tense relaxed as you’re finally succumbing to pleasure.

you squealed out that final, harmonic battle cry before your head plopped into the edge of the limo’s seat.

“fuck- fuck, fuuuck,” you’re whimpering, repeating the same swear like a broken record as you feel him grab ahold of your writhing hips.

his tongue’s length curved its way everywhere, creating a path to remember as it made itself known at all tender areas of your pussy.

“uh huh- that’s it, good girl. ride it out, riiiide it out, i gotcha,” he groans, laying his tongue fully flat. it’s a rose-like pink, soddened tastebuds sizzling in contempt once you’re ‘quenching’ his thirst with your sweetened arousal.

buzzing sounds went in and out of your ears as you just released huff after puff through your lungs. satoru’s lips were glossed with nothing but your slick, even more than they already were.

he gives your poor, convulsing clit its last finally smooches before reluctantly breaking away.

“hah- never a dull moment with her,” he licks his lips from top to bottom, grabbing out his lipstick-stained handkerchief before patting underneath his chin. “you okay, sweetheart?”

“ ‘m okay,” you breathe, still feeling tingles surge through every one of your veins that ran down your wobbly, numb limbs. your legs had it the worse.

you barely felt anything, and satoru helped you back to your feet.

it was a limo, so it wasn’t like you could exactly stand but you sufficed by crouching just below the fuzzy-made hood.

satoru lies slouched back - giving his lap a few playful pats before tilting his head at you. “c’mere, sweet thing,” and his voice was dripping with erotic silk.

his ocean-strong eyes zero down at your body, trailing up up up before eventually stopping just about your waistline.

your skirt was now off — pulled to the floor and so were your panties. you only had your matching blouse on. you got an idea though, and satoru watched you get on your knees. “oh..?”

“ ‘toru,” you speak in shortened puffs, still trying to get over your recent teeth-shattering orgasm. every sensitive axon and nerve located in your body was screaming at you, aching for more stimulation as time passed.

as your hands casually spread his long legs wider across the cushioned seats, you hummed. “remember those waist beads you ordered me a few weeks back?”

“mhm,” he nods, eyes never darting away from your wriggling body for a second.

satoru wondered what your game was.

as he was trying to prevent himself from smiling, he was starting to realize that maybe, just maybe you were starting to get just a liiiiitle bit spoiled.

as his legs were fully sprawled apart, you brought your hands toward the hem of the designer blouse that stuck against your skin. you honestly lost count of just how many clothes satoru’s bought you within the past year.

he watches closely - zeroing down at your figure, nipping on his lip as he stares at you leisurely pulling the piece of clothing off of you.

satoru’s seen your skin countless times, but there was just something about your body that he just couldn’t get enough of.

couldn’t get enough of you..

if he was being honest, he could stare at you all day.

“look. it fits perfectly,” you speak in a sweet tone, your thighs stuck together as you were still dripping from the inner crevices. you could feel yourself throbbing, and it took everything in you to not let out a moan.

satoru tsks, kissing his teeth once he’s now exposed to your skin.

the damn beads,

they wrapped around your waist and indeed fit your entire torso. his eyes studied the gold that went around your raised hips, whistling once he saw those two crystallized initials - his initials.

‘G.S’

the small two letters hung on one waist bead that was drooped low near your naval and an extra twin pair near the charms behind your back. “fuuuck- know that’s right,” satoru huffs, his breathing starting to get a bit heavy.

“all mine, heh- looks so damn pretty on you,” and as his eyes continued to meander down your skin, satoru’s head rests back against the softly cushioned seat. “hm- how ‘bout you model for me? show off that gorgeous body a little more f’ me.”

“say ‘please’,” you’d get on his lap, wrapping your arms around him. satoru looks up at you with a mere pouting scowl, a hand instinctively attaching itself to your hip.

“pleaaase, oh-pleaseeee sweets. don’t tease me too bad, you’re bein’ a bit of a spoiled girl right now,” he whispers, bringing wet, cold lips toward the corner of your neck. you moaned, feeling satoru’s free hand strum a few fingers down your waist beads.

they clank clank clanked, creating pretty jingle sounds at each faint movement before you started to move your hips.

“goddamn-” he holds in a breath, practically wordless as his eyes continued to rove.

briskly, you slowly turned yourself around, teasingly popping your hips to the dropping beats of the song that played through the limo’s speakers.

satoru’s suddenly short of breath, circling a thumb around the left cheek of your ass. he’s so hard, and you could feel it the more you rubbed your ass right up against thaaat particular spot.

he sucks his teeth once more, grunting as he feels the cloth knead against your skin so good..

“woman, you’re bein’ such a bratty tease right now..” and he could taste that round, large lump forming near the very back of his throat.

satoru shivers as your hands place on the crown of his knees, and you’re starting to rock rock rock back ‘n forth his throbbing boner. “hmph. the things i let ‘cha get away with, lucky ‘m not.. haah- fuck, bending ya over my lap, baby.”

“you talk a lot for a guy with a boner this hard, ‘toru.” you shrug, continuing the sensual jerking of your hips.

he’s grunting at every swift turn of your body, hearing his heart loudly thump through his ears.

the limo’s speed picks up a few miles and you could hear the grumbling from underneath the vehicle as you stayed quiet for a few seconds.

“mmh- fine, since you said please.”

as you’re still facing the other way, you reach for his buckle with your fingers brushing near the cold straps. you couldn’t see, so he grabbed your hand—guiding you where to unbuckle his slacks.

“f.. fuck, hurry up. you rubbin’ against me isn’t helping matters at all, y’know,” he tries to laugh but it comes out very dry.

satoru just wanted to be inside you, making you remember your place with a few sloppy strokes.

you giggled, hearing his pants and boxers sliiiide down to his ankles with a thud before jostling your rear way back against his leaning cock. it hung so cutely, and its tip was swollen with veins protruding at a few girthy sides.

with satoru still having a hold of your hand, he makes you touch the leaking head. “ooh,” you hum, twirling a thumb around his tender frenulum.

as you do so, he moans out the sluttiest moan, pretty white lashes squeezing shut for about three seconds to savor this moment.

“heh.. little girl,” he gutturally prowls, aligning his dick in between the crack of your fleshy mounds. it’s very hard, and you hummed at the warmth he provided. “go on then.. ride me in reverse, sweets. this the ride you wanted all along, hm?”

“yeaah,” you played along, almost seeing the weary smirk unfurl across his lips as he spoke.

you couldn’t wait any longer either.

you were throbbing persistently, every fiber of your being longing for satoru to ease his way inside of your pretty, sobbing cunt.

he was so big that your hand could barely wrap around the entity of his length. instantly, your palms met with various veins as you raised your hips moderately.

his vermillion-shaded tip carefully hovered over your dripping hole, and satoru’s just heavily breathing at your stilled body.

“mngh-” you released a rough, jagged breath once you were slowly making your way down on his cock.

like usual, you’re presented with that loving tiiiiight stretch that lasts for about a good four seconds.

satoru’s tip alone was big, and it pummeled through your insides as his inches started to leisurely disappear.

it’s such a lewd scene - a scene he wouldn’t mind replaying over ‘n over again in his head..

your pussy sings out sloshes of wet high notes in harmony, trying to take in his weighty shaft.

your mouth opens up on its own, and you’re breathing out colorful swears of ‘ohhh fuuuck’ ‘s as you continue to sink your way down.

from the both of you, countless breathy breaths were drawn from both raspy lungs as the mouthwatering penetration continued.

it felt like a squeeze pinching near your insides, tickling around you from the inside before adding pounds of pressure pressure pressure..

your hands go back to being placed on his knees, whimpering as his slick cock eases its way inside of your pussy. spongy, clamping walls hugged around him like a vice and your teeth were starting to feel that familiar chatter.

“god- always s- so fuckin’ big, ‘toru,” you moan, your bratty ‘lil façade shortly faltering once he’s finally buried balls fuckin’ deep.

the pit of your tummy was constantly heaving, cowardly sucking itself in and out at the sheer weight of his size before you eventually relaxed.

“perfect fit for my perfect… hah- girl.” he grunts, taking a quick peer down at your unbalanced thighs that struggled to move at first.

gradually, your hips started to move and greeted satoru’s lap with a sharp, rude slam. once you started to adapt to a rhythm, your hips rolled and rolled.

“agh- that’s i.. iiiiit,” he choked on his saliva, playing with the waist beads that danced against your torso as you moved.

satoru moans, feeling his fat base smush its way against your ass once you sat down. your hips were reeling, winding back into his pelvis like a wind-up toy.

with parched, hot skin amongst skin - the sounds echoed against the limo, nearly sounding over the music that played in the background.

satoru’s watching as you plop straight back into him before you sprightly wriggle your hips in a seductive circle.

“my, ain’t you a naughty girl..” he tosses his head back in overwhelming rapture, feeling his dick twitch inside you as the sloppy sounds continue.

it was hard not to hear - if it was anything satoru knew about your pussy, he knew that it was always, always vocal with him..

you’re slamming back against his lap every time, squeezing your palms against the crowns of his knees with your body twirling and falling back into his inviting lap.

if you kept riding him like that, he’d really be head over heels.

“ugh- yeah, girl. ride it, ride this dick like it’s yours because it fuckin’ is,” satoru grunts, feeling your cunt tighten for a second at his exact words. “heh- did my messy girl like that? like hearin’ that ‘m yours, sweetheart?”

“mhm,” you’d nod with your lips clamped shut.

he’s just so big, stretching through your insides with such ease. the once slow and steady beats of your heart were now thump thump thumping!

satoru’s bulbous-shaped tip had a hooked upturning curve, and fuck did you feel every sloping curve as you bounced up ‘n down on his cock.

it’s so good that your mouth’s pathetically watering from the inside, and you’re already starting to feel that burning sensation electrify through your aching, stretched muscles.

“mngh- look at this body, s… so damn-” and he pauses, clenching his jaw at the sloppy wet feeling of your barriers bear-hugging around his cock.

you’re just working your hips like it’s a full-time job, throwing them around in a circle so fast that even satoru could barely keep up.

with thighs upon thighs upon thighs, your skin sticks against his like glue. a trail of colorless slick smears down satoru’s leg and he moans at the loud slaps of zealous, clapping skin.

you’re sticky still, and he’s moaning louder once the speed of your hips quickens.

“yeah? yeah, better- fuckin’-ride-me,” and even though his voice faintly cracks, satoru still manages a sort of poised, cocky persona.

multiple ‘encouraging’ swats hit against the cheeks of your ass and you’re whining, putting your all into the movements of your jerking body. satoru’s snowy brows contort before he gives your waist beads a soft tug.

“do it, fuck me, baby. ‘n while you’re at it..” and as you’re still moving your hips, you feel a bit of paper rain down your back that’s starting to perspire with sweat.

“fuck-” satoru grunts smokily, staring as hundred dollar bills fall down your bare spine. “forgot ‘ta give you your allowance, might as well give it to you now.”

“hngh- satoruuu,” you whined, his cock hitting its way through every spot. it french-kisses near your clit before passionately making out with your cervix.

it located both spots easily, and the feeling had your toes curling inside of your four-inch heels.

satoru ended up tossing those same bills down your back, staring as it prettily fell down your body before landing on his lap and the limo’s cottony carpet.

“ ‘m gonna cum i think,” you moaned, slowing your turning hips in hypnotic, carnal arcs. satoru’s hands were brought to your waist with two thumbs pressed at each side of your hips. “ ‘m cummin’ satoru.”

“me too, s.. sweets,” he swallows, hissing silently at the unsteady bucking of your bouncing ass.

your rear jiggled at each slamming thrust, ricocheting against his thighs and it was just so mesmerizing to watch.

satoru’s feeling the scorching tip of his cock grow hot, and he’s starting to feel all types of contractions arise within his muscles. “god- tell me where to tell me where.”

“inside,” you moaned, bringing your hands toward your chest to cup to bouncing tits. you squeezed them, smearing a thumb around your hardened nipples before making yourself even more aroused.

it’s just so much to process.

your rutting hips, the loud squelches of your pussy, satoru’s dick driving through you repeatedly.. oh, you were in a daze.

“f- fuuuuck. be a… hah- good girl ‘n take it all then.” he groans, elated euphoria swelling within him.

you stuck against his lap so good, slickly sliding your ass back before going forward, then back into his pelvis again.

your movements alone left such a good taste in his mouth, and once he feels himself about to burst - he fuckin’ bursts.

a massive load spurts out of satoru, shooting deeply into your fluttering womb as your hips come to a freezing still.

you’re cumming too - whimpering as you’re gushing down on his cock while being absolutely filled.

wads ‘n wads of milky, gooey cum floods inside of you, plugging you to the fullest. you’re both moaning lowly, rocking against each other in rushed unison before you arch forward.

your ass was fully bent over, and satoru stared openly as he was still shooting such deep, frothy amounts inside of you.

you looked so pretty like this that he couldn’t help but mentally take a picture, widely peering at the foamy droplets of cum that started to trickle their way down his overwhelmed base—creating a sparkling white ring.

it’s still as thick - still as veiny, and satoru makes you raise your hips ever-so-slightly.

doing so, he stares at your soddened pussy that’s lewdly spitting out a few heaps of cum before hearing that cute wet ‘plop!’

“fuckin’ dirty girl..” he huffs, one hand softly caressing your waist beads. he takes a glance at the ‘G.S.’ initials that were engraved near the back side of the many other charms, and he sighs.

right as you’re pulled up to where his creamy tip was juuuust about to slide away from your soused opening, satoru gives your stuffed pussy a soft pat.

“don’t know who’s dirtier…. herrrr,” he mumbles, swabbing a thumb around your cum-covered hole before bringing it up to his mouth.

with a wet smacking ‘ccht’ of satoru’s lips coming together—he licks his thumb clean, cooing silently at the taste of himself like the filthy, filthy man he was. “or you.”

♡ ♡ ♡

after many, many positions, you found yourself losing multiple rounds with your shallow breath as if even breathing was a mere contest. he’s had you in position after position, folding you like a freshly baked pretzel. it’s almost like the two of you weren’t literally in a limousine.

you hoped his chauffeur nanami didn’t hear. that would’ve been well, embarrassing.

the drive felt like forever.. but, you honestly didn’t want it.. this to end.

you’re a mess, stuffed to the uttermost fullest with ribbons of satoru’s freshly hot cum messily tearing down every slick crevice of your thighs.

currently, satoru had you in one of his favorite positions.

doggy.

part of the reason why he loved it so much was mainly because of the perfect, jiggling view.

your ass - he loved seeing how it would react from each rude smack, swatting his palm over and over again at your cute, tender skin. the pads of your hands pressed firmly into the limo’s seats as he’s just giving you the pound of a damn lifetime.

“mngh!” you’d whine out, drooling from the sides of your jittery, spit-slick lips that refused to stay shut.

he’s effortlessly reaching all the right areas, swiftly pumping his way past that cute taut ring of your entrance that he’s grown to love.

that brief tight stretch nearly makes him lose his mind, and satoru then brings his hands toward your waist. “right there, right fuckin’ th— mmph!”

“shhh, you’re gonna.. hah- miss the best part, sweets,” the white-haired man cups a hand over your mouth.

slow strokes - deeper thrusts..

your eyes rolled ‘n rolled back, gasping against his palm once he sneaks a hand in between your wet thighs. with your waist beads tickling against his wrist, satoru gives your pussy a soft smack.

your wetness ‘splashes’ against the center of his hand, and it even pops out a cute sound too.

“uuugh- ‘m gonna… cum agaiiin,” you’d raise your ass in the air just a bit more, your voice turning more whiny within seconds.

your words were still a bit muffled with his hand covering your mouth, but he still made out your whiny, inaudible words—just barely. .

the sounds of fierce, sharp hips brutally clashing against skin every time made him groan. it’s a booming resounding ‘pop!’ or ‘pap!’ noise every time that makes your entire body ring instead of just your ears.

his cock’s searching through your wet, gripping walls as if it had some sort of life purpose.

“hah- me t.. too, sweetheart,” and fuck, satoru’s drowning in his sweat. “phew-” satoru brings the back of his wrist to wipe some from his forehead. glancing down, he stares at your jouncing ass before giving you one, snappingly deep thrust.

“pussy’s a fuckin’ workout- oh shiiiiit.” and satoru’s feeling you clamp clamp clamp down on him, giving his dick the work of its life.

you could feel the individual staticky pulses of your clit signaling messages to you that you’re just so close and you’re nearly salivating inside of your mouth.

soooo good.. for a moment you forgot the two of you were still in the back of a limousine.

he’s fucking you so good that you could barely think straight.

satoru’s still playing with your pussy, giving it spanks in between his robust thrusts.

his rotund tip beat red, an oxblood blush of red as he continued to ram a heart-shaped sloppy kiss toward your clit.

at that moment, your legs cutely retreated and your chest collapsed forward. “feels s.. sooo good satoru, ngh- ‘toruuu!”

as your body spasmed at the onslaught of his reckless, sloppy thrusts - your hips were all the way raised against his lap.

you’re losing track of thoughts as you’re harshly creaming down his shaft, murmuring out cute little babbles of ‘ooohs’ once you feel his angle deepen.

satoru brings a hand down your fleshy back, staring at your skin that was wetly decorated with sweat while studying the goosebumps that ran down your spine.

“ ‘m gonna.. hah- cum,” he groans, a few stubby fingers thrumming down the gold waist beads that wrapped around your waist.

he brings his thumb toward the tiny ‘G.S.’ initials before pressing his honed-shaped pelvis wholly into you with just a single, barbaric thrust.

“all mine, my pretty… hah- wife.”

wife?

you heard that — you definitely heard it, but part of you wondered if maybe satoru was just overly pussy drunk as usual.

but the thought alone - the thought of actually being his wife of satoru gojo, your sugar daddy, didn’t seem too bad.

as the image of you walking down the aisle crossed your mind, your throbbing brought you straight back into orgasmic reality.

“wait.. hnng- pull out,” you’d moan, another idea popping into your head. instead of satoru usually finishing inside, you had a better idea.

“haah- ‘kay,” he pants, his snapping hips working overtime as they continually mercilessly plunge deep into your heated core.

his rhythm was far slower, but his thrusts were always in such a hurried frenzy.

he’s close - so so close.

you’re still covered with his cum from before from the legs down, and it paints such a pretty canvas on you.

a lewd, erotic canvas maybe..

quickly, satoru ends up pulling out with a hand wrapped around his cock that painfully throbbed. it scrunched up a bit at the sudden coldness, already missing your clingy warmth before you flip over.

“h.. hm?”

“ ‘toru, put ‘em between here.” you spoke in a hushed tone, sinking your knees into the limo’s velveteen-made seats.

he hungrily stares at you with nothing but lust surrounding the entirety of his rounded, dilated pupils. at your sweet, breathy word of ‘here,’ you brought two hands up to your breasts.

“naughty… temptress,” satoru clicks his tongue. aligning his swollen dick in between the crack of your sweat-dripping chest, it easily sliiiiiides its way through.

he watches intently as you squeeze your tits together, glancing up at him with those pretty, siren eyes of yours that were starting to droop.

“mmh,” and as his tip disappears between the slot of your chest, you hang your head down, flicking your tongue across the tender slit of his shaft.

“f- fuck, ‘m gonna cum. can’t- hold it anymore, sweets,” satoru groans, his words so guttural ‘n low that they sounded almost like a growl.

he knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer, not when you were on your knees—stuffing his dick right between your perked tits.

he’s sloppily starting to thrust his cock in and out between the valley of your breasts and felt himself throb at each cute jounce they created amongst each other.

so …. soft.

satoru’s achy tip was forming into an angry shade of bloodshot red, and the entirety of his shaft was smoldering from the stimulation. after a few long milliseconds though—he finds himself shooting white blanks again.

he’s fucking between your tits as you held them together, spraying a nice sum of his load onto your chest. you gasp, a bit landing on your lip and you lick it.

satoru’s moaning - no, grunting as he’s finishing against your breasts. he drags a shaky hand through his tousled, white hair before letting off a deep, heavy sigh.

“ohhh… fuck,” he grumbles, the tips of his ears burning a fiery pink.

his limp cock now remains idle, still buried between your tits before you slide your tongue across the leaking creamed tip.

it’s so glossy, dribbling from all sides with his pasty mess plastered on the upper part of your chest. “didn’t know i had.. such a dirty sweethe- fuck.”

satoru pauses for theatrics — holding his breath, thinking he was still cumming, but he wasn’t.

his mind was simply playing tricks, and his jaw clenched once you lapped up the remnants of bittersweet tasting cum that splattered on you. you used your thumb to reach the spots your tongue couldn’t, and once you were finished, satoru bent down to pull you into a fervent, deep kiss.

you moaned against his lips as the limousine still created miles upon miles. you lost track of time, but you’d guess it’s probably been well over an hour's drive.

“mng-” satoru grunts into your lips, feeling your arms wrap around him. he still had his button-up shirt on the entire time along with his suit just above his torso. he’s tasting himself on your lips, grunting once he felt your hand tug on his ruffled black tie.

your tongue was sticky, swirling a circular pattern around the inside of his mouth before you sucked on his.

satoru allowed you to make him get underneath you, and he felt your legs crawling on top of him.

as you’re both still deeply making out — fighting each other with sharp slaps of teeth smacking against each other, you gingerly pull away.

“i’m your wife now?”

“h.. hm?”

“earlier,” you lick near the corner of his lip. “you said ‘m your pretty wife.”

satoru gives you a sleazy lopsided grin. he looked so pussy drunk that he almost forgot about that tiny piece of dialogue that spouted from his lips.

“ah, i did call you my wife, didn’t i, sweets?” and as a thumb caresses around your cheek, he hoarsely whispers. “well, do you want to be?”

bringing a wet, torrid kiss toward his bottom crooked lip, you hummed. “i do.”

“wish you would’ve told me sooner though,” he sheepishly says, giving his tie a few meek pulls. “i could’ve proposed the right way but.. this is fine too, i gues-.”

“shhh-” you silence him with yet another barrage of kisses, cupping his face.

satoru grunts, hearing the little jangles of your waist brands yet again as your hips laboriously swayed against him.

your forehead is pressed against his and its hit with a bunch of sweat from satoru.

satoru moans from your ardent, vehement kisses, his lips being left all plump, reddened, and not to mention swollen all because of you.

his dick twitches—a prominent vein striking near the left side as you steadily moved your dripping pussy against it in slow, ravishing rocks. “lie back,” you whispered, playfully pushing him back against the seat.

satoru reclines back with a ‘hmph’ and he raises a silvery brow at your audacity. “lie back ‘n let your fiancé ride you again.”

“heh.. yes, mrs. gojo.”

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5 Star Service

{Paring: Uber Driver Yeonjun x Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, car sex, yeonjun drives a Tesla, 18+ so mdni).

{Synopsis: Tonight’s date was supposed to hit the spot. He was supposed to take you back to his place, pour you a glass of wine, and show you a good time. But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, he turned out to be straight up asshole. But luckily your hot uber driver made up for it.

{Warnings: explicit themes, rough sex, unprotected sex (but they do attempt to use a condom), creampie fingering, oral (m receiving), squirting (they fuck up his seats), ass smacking, riding, public sex, panty sniffing, switch jun (he’s very whiny), switch reader, they’re both pervy asf, dirty talk, pet names, Yeonjun’s a college student, reader is well off (gives Yeonjun a 100 tip at the end of the ride), reader is slightly older than Yeonjun (Yeonjun 21, reader 24), lmk if I missed anything.

You rolled your eyes, as you traced the rim of the wine glass, listening to your date, boast about himself for the past 20 minutes. Honestly as soon as he opened his mouth to talk about his yearly earnings, you were already ready to make your exit out the door, but maybe his mouth worked good for other things so you gave him a chance.

You pretended to listen, nodding to everything he said, you were just hoping you would get a good fuck out of this, since you’re wasting so much time on this loser.

“Oh and my father, he graduated with two phds, and he’s one of the best plastic surgeons out there. I could give you his card if you ever, you know wanna get work done” He said sarcastically, you looked at him like he had two heads, did he just basically say you should consider getting plastic surgery?!

“I’m sorry but, why would I need any work done, isn’t it obvious that this body is perfect just the way it is” You said confidently, you were not going to let this bastard, disrespect you by any means.

“No that’s not what I meant, I’m just saying like, isn’t that something you women love doing nowadays. I mean you probably do have something you would want to change about yourself wouldn’t you” He said smugly, taking a sip out of his wine glass.

You were in rage, you stood up from your chair, pulling out a hundred dollar bill and slammed it onto the table. You didn’t even spare him another glance, as you stormed out of the restaurant.

“What a sexist prick” you said to yourself pulling out your phone, to dial your personal driver. You cursed under your breath, as you remembered you agreed to letting your personal chauffeur take this week for vacation.

“Well looks I gotta settle for an uber” You sighed, opening the app and requesting for a ride. The app connected you with a driver, by the name of Yeonjun, on the picture he looked kind of cute, his bright smile shining in the photo.

You were so annoyed, sex deprived, and stressed out from work. All you wanted was to have a good time, get dicked down, and have a nice meal, was that too much to ask for? Just as you were about to smoke a cigarette, your phone dinged with a p in notification, that Yeonjun was near by.

You quickly put the cigarette back into box, throwing it inside your purse, as you waved your hand to signal where you were. Finally a black Tesla pulled up in front of you, and Yeonjun hopped out the car, to open the door for you. You thanked him, and took a seat in the back.

You were right, he was handsome, and he was also very clean, car smelling of fresh linen but also a faint scent of his cologne could be smelled.

“Hello my name is Yeonjun, I’ll be your driver tonight, if you need me to adjust the ac, just let me know” His voice was soft and pillowy, making your stomach feel all funny. You hummed, staring at him through the rear view mirror.

He looked a little younger than you, he was dressed in a gray hoodie, his bangs peaking out slightly. You couldn’t help but stare at his fuller lips, pink and plump, and you bet they’re very kissable. Yeonjun must have sensed you staring at him, his eyes caught yours, and you quickly looked away clearing your throat.

“So, how’s your night going miss?” He inquired, adjusting the rear view mirror to get a better look at you. You smiled, and bit your lip slightly, before answering his question.

“Actually not so great, my date was an asshole” You replied, stretching out your arms, causing your too little of a skirt to ride up, you didn’t miss the way Yeonjun’s eyes trailed down your figure in the mirror, swallowing hard. You smirked to yourself, that’s right baby, look at my thighs.

“May I asked, what said asshole did, to be called an asshole” He asked, shifting a little bit in his seat, as he kept stealing glances at you in the mirror. You smirked, you were loving that just from a little skin showing, he was already so flustered.

“Well, he didn’t know how to speak to a lady, and insulted my dignity. Plus he seemed very boring, and a waste of my precious time” You said, taking off your black fur jacket, exposing your shoulders and chest. Yeonjun’s eyes widened before quickly looking away, gulping.

“Wow, he seemed like a total dick, I can’t stand guys like him, who don’t know how to treat women with respect and dignity” He said softly, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. You couldn’t help but giggle softly, he was so sweet, cute, and respectful and honestly, you liked where this was going.

“May I ask how old you are, Yeonjun?” You said, flirtatious and seductively”. He cleared his throat, before answering.

“I’m 21, and I’m a sophomore in college”. He said, awkwardly scratching the back of his nape, he could tell you were obviously older than him, and on top of that, you gave off very mature grown woman vibes, that turned him so bad.

“Hmm you’re pretty young, but it seems you know how to treat a lady, Yeonjun”. You said, twirling the ends of your hair. You could tell he was turned on, the constant shifting in his seat, and the tint of red on his ears.

“Uhh, I’m not trying to make any assumptions or toot my horn, but I feel like you’re coming onto me” He said nervously, eyes wide and awkward looking. You giggled softly again, he was just too adorable and gullible for his own good.

“I don’t know darling, am I?” You said teasingly, you wanted to make sure, you both were on the same page, before you went any further.

“Y-yes, he stuttered, opening and closing his legs, like he’s trying to gain some friction. You chuckled, feeling yourself getting wet in your thong, honest truth you loved pathetic man.

You loved when a man wasn’t afraid to show how needy he is for a woman, not some nonchalant wanna be loser, who thinks all women gets off by men being tough.

“I tell you what baby, how about you pull over somewhere private, promise I’ll make it worth your while” you smiled devilish, already starting to rub on your tits, you were so damn horny, so if it meant fucking an uber driver in the backseat of his car to satisfy your needs, then so be it.

Yeonjun damn near lost control of the wheel, he stared at you bewildered, he’s never had something happen to him like this since he started driving for Uber, shit, not ever in general.

“A-Are you l-like serious right now, you want to have sex with me in my car?” He stumbled over his words, he needed to make sure he wasn’t trapped away, in some erotic wet dream. But no, you were dead serious!

“Smart boy, that is exactly what I’m implying, unless you’re scared little boy, who’s afraid of some pussy” You giggled, reaching under your skirt, to slide your panties off, twirling them around your fingertips.

Yeonjun groaned at the sight, cock now very much hard, throbbing inside his sweats. You threw the panties at him, the red piece of fabric landing his lap. He grabbed the your thong, feeling how soaked the panty is, he brought it to his nose, groaning at the scent of your sweet aroma.

“F-fuck you smell so good, fuck I wanna fuck you so bad right now” he whined, hips unintentionally bucking up, he hasn’t been this hard in a long time, too busy with studying and exams, he forgot how good pussy is.

“Then do it baby, find a place, so you can fuck me as hard as you want darling” You said a little desperately, you honestly needed to jump his bones like right now, your pussy was screaming at you, for neglecting her for so long. Yeonjun quickly found an empty parking lot, of an abandoned building, he pulled into the parking lot, turning off his car.

Yeonjun quickly hopped into the back seat, glancing at you nervously, but his eyes were dark and full of lust. You smirked at him, before climbing onto his lap, he was so hard already, cock straining painfully through his sweats where a wet patch could be seen.

“Fuck I can’t believe this is happening right now, you’re so sexy on top of me like this” He whined, putting his hands on your waist, squeezing the fatty flesh. You moaned softly, starting to grind your bare wet pussy on his clothed hard on.

“Yeah baby? You like what I’m doing to you naughty boy” You cooed, dropping down to your knees, staring into his lustful eyes for permission, he nodded eagerly, before lifting his bottom from the seat, so you can pull his pants down.

His hard cock spring free, long and thick, with the tip red and leaking precum. Your mouth watered at the sight, it’s been so long since you seen a pretty and thick cock, you were definitely going to have some fun with him.

You stared deep into his eyes, as you start to leave little kitten licks on his leaking tip, grabbing the base of his dick, and pumping it up and down. Yeonjun pants heavily, watching intently, as your mouth swallows him whole.

“Ah fuck! O-oh god, that feels incredible, ugh please” He whimpered, when you started to full on suck his cock, bobbing your head and slurping. The sounds you were making were sinful, and if anyone were to walk by the car, they would be in for a surprise.

“Yes baby, suck that dick so good, wow you’re so fucking good at this ngh” Yeonjun was a moaning mess, babbling and slurring his words. You could tell it’s been a while for him as well, desperately holding your head in place, as you take his cock down your throat.

“Oh shit baby, I don’t think I’m going to last any longer, you gonna be a good little whore, and let me cum in your mouth” He whined, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and fucking your mouth. You looked up at him with your innocent but not so innocent doe eyes, letting him abuse your throat.

His pants and groans, turned into whiny moans and cries, as he feels his high approaching rapidly. You go to fondle his balls, squeezing them as you sucked him dry. His eyes rolled to back of his head, hips stuttering as he let out a loud cry, shooting thick white ropes of cum down your throat.

You swallowed his semen effortlessly, like you’ve done this plenty of times (which you have.), sticking out your tongue to show how good of a girl you are for him. He already looks so fucked out, eyes half lidded and hazy, and his chest heaves up and down as he tries to control his breathing.

You give his tip a kiss, before climbing back onto his lap, removing your top and bra. You yelped, when he suddenly started to play with your tits, squeezing and pulling on your nipples.

He slid his hand between your legs, swiping his fingers through your slick folds. Your body shuddered, the feeling of his touch sending shock waves of pleasure through your body.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me baby, you like getting your pretty little pussy played with, by random guys huh?” He teased, as he smirked at you mischievously, sliding one of his digits into your tight weeping hole.

“Oh fuck!, oh yes please more” You moaned, his fingers were so long and hitting places deep inside your mushy walls, that you didn’t know existed. You kinda felt so pathetic with yourself, getting off at his vulgar words, but you were too deep now, and it felt too good to stop.

“That’s right baby, cum on my fingers, and show me how desperate of a whore you are” He cooed, curling his fingers deep inside your pussy, as he slides in another finger. As much as you would have loved to cream on his fingers, you rather cream on his cock instead, so you pushed his fingers away panting in the process.

“I need you now, I need your cock inside me right now or I might die of starvation” You said, rubbing your acrylics down his chest. He shivered at your touch, leaning in to kiss your lips softly.

“So, are you implying that you are a cock hungry whore?” He said, smacking your ass harshly, you yelped at the sting, but you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make your pussy leak more.

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, so are you going to feed my greedy pussy your cock or not Yeonjunie?” You said seductively, palming his hard leaking cock. He groaned out of desperation, reaching into the glove compartment, to pull out a condom.

He stared into your eyes deeply, panting heavily as he tore open the package of the condom with his teeth. You watched as he grabbed his throbbing cock, giving it a couple of pumps, before rolling on the condom. You giggled softly, as he lifted your body up, and aligned his mushroom tip up with your dripping hole.

“Before I put it in, are you sure about this” He asked, his eyes were sincere, but lust also clouded them. You answered him by grabbing his cock, slowing sinking down on it. The stretch was intense, you felt like you were being split open, as his long dick penetrated your fluttering walls.

“Oh fuckk, shit you’re s’big omg” You whined, legs trembling as you tried to let yourself adjust to his size. Yeonjun couldn’t wait though, you felt too good, too fucking tight for him to not fuck up into your heavenly hole.

“Ahh shit, your pussy is so tight fuck” He gripped your waist tightly, starting to rock your hips back and forth. You moaned out loud at the feeling, his cock was truly delightful, the snug fit and the drag of it was like no other.

“Goddam baby, so glad to have been your passenger tonigh- UGH FUCK!! Right there please don’t stop” Your words were interrupted, by Yeonjun suddenly slamming himself inside you, stroking deep inside your wet cunt.

“Look at you, such a desperate little slut, so fucking cock starved, you gotta seduce your uber driver” He spat, full on pounding into your pussy, as he watched your juicy tits bounce up and down in his face.

Your pussy clenched tighter around him, his degrading words turning you on, and making you leak like a faucet. It feel so good to be getting fucked deep and hard by a big cock, and that’s the thing, this cock is too fucking good to have any restrictions.

“Take the condom off” You suddenly said, making Yeonjun halt his movements. He stared at you wide eyed, but you could see the dark desire, behind his pupils.

“W-wait, you want me to fuck you raw?” He asked, shock written all over his face. You nodded your head yes, biting down on your lip as you lifted your body from his lap and pulled the condom off in one pull. Yeonjun watched as you aligned his tip back up with your pussy, before sinking back down.

“Holyy- oh my god that feels so much goddamn better, fuck this is the best cock I ever had junie” You blabbered desperately, starting to bounce on his cock. Yeonjun lets out a pathetic whimper, the feeling of your tight cock, squeezing his throbbing dick with no restrictions, was far too overwhelming.

“Hell yeah, that’s it darling, fuck that cock like it’s yours, you deserve it baby” Yeonjun was also blabbering, eyes rolling to the back of his head, as he feels his stomach tightening, he felt pathetic for how close he already was to cumming.

The windows of the car were foggy, and if anyone were to walk uo to the door, they will definitely hear the sounds of your skin meeting his. Your legs were starting to sting and feel numb, and Yeonjun caught that right away. He took over, fucking into you like it’s no tomorrow, and finding your g-spot in the process.

“FUCK YES PLEASE, please please right there, that’s my spot god!! Yes” You slurred your words and pleaded with him, he was so deep inside you, that you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. You couldn’t believe you were already about to cum, no one has ever made you cum this quick.

“Shit baby, fucking hell your pussy’s gonna make me cum so hard” He whined, reclining his seat back some more, as he fucked into you, like a rag dog. You could feel the knot in your stomach getting ready to unravel, as your legs started to tremble again, and you felt this intense tingling feeling in your stomach.

“Fuck stop squeezing me so tight baby, or I won’t have any other choice but to breed this slutty pussy” He said through gritted teeth, trying his absolute best, to not bust his nut inside you. You being the menace you are, you placed your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, and started to bounce on his dick again.

“Wait, wait oh god I’m- I’m- c-um” He couldn’t even finish his sentence, before his hips stuttered, releasing thick white ropes of cum inside you, completing emptying out his balls. The feeling of his warm cum filling up your insides, triggered your orgasm, as you came and squirted all over him, fucking up his seats as well.

You both panted, chests heaving up and down, as you both came down from the intense highs. Your limp weak body, fell over on him, resting your head on his shoulder as you panted. He also laid his head on your shoulder, drawing little circles on your back.

“Wow did I really just fuck my Uber driver” You suddenly said, breaking the silence. He chuckled before giving your ass a squeeze, and pulling out a cloth from the glove compartment to clean you both up.

“Yup you sure did miss, but if it makes you feel better that was the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had” he smiled weakly at you, caressing your cheeks. You blushed at the romantic gesture, but not once stopping him, it honestly felt kinda nice.

Not long after, you guys got dressed and yeonjun brought you home, you made sure to give him a kiss goodbye, and you might have even gotten his number. You knew you would be contacting him again, not for that magic of a dick he has, but his car was really clean and he’s also really friendly.

*Uber Notification*: Y/n tipped you $100

Note: Thanks for the hookup baby, hmu anytime you feeling risky😏💋

Choi Yeonjun: Wow wtf, that’s a big tip😲 also uhhh could you please make sure to leave a 5 star review….

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A/n: Hola besties🫣 𝗂𝗄 𝗂𝗄 don’t scold me Ik I should have been published this, but I’m on vacation and I’m literally leaving nyc tomorrow sadly😓 It was so much fun!! But I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did, and feel free to leave any comments and reblogs ate greatly appreciated love uu🫶🏽🩷 not proofreading shii idgaf😚

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rensylph · 6 months ago

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>>> 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒

< yandere zhongli x reader ( MAFIA AU ) >

You and two of your friends decided to go to a club to party and the start of your semester in the nation, teyvat. You got drunk and woke up naked in a grand mansion and a man holding your waist and nuzzling against your chest. You thought this would be a normal one night stand and will not be in contact with you but turns out the man has other plans

Warning : implied sexual intimacy, age gap, drinking

Imagine waking up in a hotel suite bigger than your apartment with someone nuzzling close to you, your clothes are scattered around the bedroom, an aching sting in your body lowest parts, a box of empty condoms And the worst hung over in your life.

When you were about to gather your clothes and leave before the person woke up, a hand grabbed your wrist preventing you.

The man has beautiful long locks of brown hair, ember eyes, handsome face features, and a well built body with tattoos of a dragon in his back and arms. Dang you struck gold.

He introduced himself as zhongli, he asked for you to stay a little longer and he will order room service

It was awkward to be honest, you did ask some questions about him but he always gives out a vague answer. As if he's trying not to reveal too much, you didn't pry about it though since he is just a one night stand plus you're in a foreign country there's a high chance you're not gonna see him anymore in the future.

He told his chauffeur to pick you up and drive you home. He seems very well known in the hotel staff every time they pass him they would greet him, it felt awkward of course.

His driver arrives and introduces himself as xiao and he opens the door to the car for you, before getting in he grab your wrist and put a note of his number saying that he had fun and wish to experience it more than one time and then he said he gotta go due to work and you get in the car.

The car ride was quiet and xiao seems to have no intention of making conversation it was just dead silent

And when you arrive at your dorm, your best friend lumine rush towards you and tackle you asking where you were, she said that when she was in the bathroom you disappeared and was entering a limo with a fine gentleman.

You didn't think much of it, since it's college and you have to focus on it. Recently many gifts and flowers were sent from mr zhongli. He even gave you an ember necklace that cost more than tuition. It was 4 million mora meanwhile your tuition cost 1 million mora.

You ask mr zhongli to please stop sending since it causes so much and you don't want to trouble but he just shrugged it off the amount saying it was a little amount and just accepted it.

I mean you do text him often talking about you guys days and meet from time to time but it's Always in fancy restaurants that always cause a fortune to have a table and reservation.

During one of these meetings he pulled out a beautiful ring with a large jade in the front with diamond encrusted around the metal, with two dragons engraving inside the metal.

He proposed saying after you graduated from college, you and him should get married. He will offer everything to you, you don't need to live in that small cramped dorm room you can live in one of his penthouses in the city, you will have xiao drive you and your friends anywhere, instead of eating cup noodles everyday and worried about money, he will have private chefs cook your favorite food as well giving you an allowance every week for you to spend, you don't need to worry about anything just said yes and he will take care of your needs.

It all moves too fast it's been only 6 months and he already wants to get married. You rejected saying that it moves too fast and say you don't see yourself being with him in the future. You said you need space and leave not before paying for your food and tipping the waitress and Mr zhongli just sit their stunt.

For the past few days after the accident you and him haven't talk in a week thinking, you're giving him space after the rejection.

Until when you were alone in the campus garden some one hugged you from behind and whispered in your ear

"if you don't follow me or obey my orders, I will kill everyone on this campus, this is your last chance to stop a massacre of your peers, this is an order "Marry me"

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thisapplepielife · 9 months ago

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Written for a @astrangersummer.

Tip Your Driver

Of all the shitty service jobs Steve's had, this one is definitely among the worst.

And he's been stuck working some pretty shitty jobs over the years, both before and after they moved out here. If he hadn't hated the one at the shoe store so much, because ew feet, he wouldn't be doing this in the first place. At least that was in one location, a steady paycheck, and not that far from their apartment. But, he didn't know that feet draw in some weirdos, so here he is, lugging other people's shit around, because he needs the money.

He just sighs as he pulls up in front of the address on the app. He double checks the posted numbers over the garage, and it seems to be the right place. Everything matches enough for him to call it good.

The house is really nice.

It's not in The Hills or anything, so he hadn't expected something so nice.

Now, Steve doesn't mind delivering groceries, not really, but this guy, Eddie it says, ordered a bunch of heavy shit, and the tip was only the mediocre bare minimum. Which, he wasn't that mad about, until right now, after he's seen the house this guy lives in.

No, now he's pretty annoyed.

Whatever. Par for the fucking course from Fancy Pants Rich McGee over here. How the hell you spell chauffeur? Chauffeur. Indeed. Maybe he should make tiktoks about situations just like this. Robin keeps hounding him, saying if he'd just do it, that he could rake in a little extra cash.

He's skeptical.

Steve looks back at the house.

Oh well. He left his money behind for a reason, the only thing he kept was his car because his parents were dumb enough to put it in his name. And honestly? It does him no good to be jealous or whatever the fuck he's feeling right now.

At least this guy had been responsive, and pretty nice, when answering Steve's messages about substitutions and out of stock items. Not everybody is, unfortunately, acting as if Steve is the one stocking the store himself.

Steve opens the back hatch of his car, and leans in to grab the first items to be left at the door, as requested. If they don't see you, they feel less bad about the shitty tip, Steve's learned.

But it's fine. Steve doesn't want to deal with anyone face-to-face today, anyway. Because he needs to hurry. He and Robin are already a couple days late on rent, and he's gotta try to make up the difference today. If not, they're gonna be fucking screwed. Why is this city so goddamn expensive to live in? It's bullshit.

"Let me help," comes the voice right next to him, and Steve jumps, hitting his head on the open hatch door.

Now, he's skipped over annoyed and has been vaulted straight into pissed off.

Partly at himself for being so far in his own head that he didn't even hear this guy approaching, but mainly at this asshole for even being in his personal space in the first place. He needs to take about three big steps back.

"Oh, fuck! Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" the guy shouts, and Steve hasn't even seen this asshole yet, but he knows he hates him.

"Most people don't help unload the car," Steve snaps, turning to look at him, and the guy is looking back at him with big, big brown eyes. Robin would call them doe eyes, without a doubt. Well, fuck. Fine. Steve softens his tone, "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting you."

"Sorry," Eddie says again, still too close. "I'm Eddie. I ordered the groceries. Can I help? Please?"

Steve nods, and lets him reach in and grab his own case of water, while Steve picks up a few of the sacks. It's the least the guy can do, now that he's given him a headache. Literally.

Steve carries the sacks towards the porch, and leans over to put them down.

"Just come on in," Eddie says, and the door swings open, banging against the rubber doorstop on the wall.

"Don't bang the door!" comes the yell from the other room, and Steve peers into the house and sees an older guy sitting in a lift chair, with a walker in front of him.

"It's my door, old man, I'll bang it if I want to!" Eddie yells back, but there's no heat there. Steve can hear the teasing affection in his voice, and Steve can't help but smile.

"Don't come crying to me when there's a hole in your wall. Can you patch drywall? Because I can't right now," the guy, probably Eddie's dad the way they're bickering, snaps.

Eddie ignores the question from his dad.

"C'mon, this way," Eddie says, looking over his shoulder at Steve, as Steve lingers on the step.

Well, no. That's not. You don't go in stranger's houses. It's, like, rule one. And just good common sense. Which apparently Steve has none of, because he does follow Eddie into the house.

Robin will kill him, if this Eddie dude doesn't kill him first.

Steve puts the bags down on the counter, and heads back out to make another trip, Eddie following, "That's my uncle. He's just crotchety that he had to have his broken hip replaced, and now he's dependent on me for the near future."

Steve laughs, "Well, maybe don't bang the door and he won't be crotchety."

"You heard me. It's my door," Eddie says, smiling wide. He's pretty, very pretty. Long, dark hair tied up on top of his head, and heavy tattoos all along his arms, creeping up onto his neck.

He's honestly gorgeous.

Steve wonders if he's famous. He doesn't look familiar, but he looks like he could be famous. And his house is pretty fucking nice. This is L.A. Everybody is somehow famous in L.A. Except for Steve and Robin. They are definitely not famous.

Unless he's a tech bro? But he doesn't really look the type.

Either way, famous or not, Steve smiles back, can't not, not when he looks like that, then asks, teasing him, "Well do you know how to patch drywall?"

"Fuck no. But I could hire someone to fix it if the door knob somehow gets through the stopper."

"Well, at least you have a plan," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.

"He just hates the city. Hates my house. Hates everything. Except me. He loves me," Eddie says, as he grabs a case of Gatorade in one hand and the case of pork and beans in the other.

That's a lot of beans.

"That's a lot of beans," Steve says aloud, even if he doesn't mean to, even if he knows better than to comment on other people's groceries.

But Eddie laughs. "Tell me about it. Man likes what he likes, though. There's no changing him now."

Steve nods, grabbing another handful himself. It's nice that Eddie is taking care of his uncle.

"I'm not usually home much, hence all the groceries being ordered at once. Sorry about that. The cabinets were pretty bare, and I just didn't want to leave him home alone. He's still a fall risk, even if he keeps insisting he's not."

"That's okay, I understand. Big orders are more common than you'd think," Steve says, stepping back into the house that he's probably not going to get murdered in, thankfully.

Big orders are common, he's not lying about that, and more often than not, the tips offered for shopping hundreds of items, are less than you'd think. So, this order wasn't even out of the ordinary. Not really. That's why Steve took it. Some pay was better than none, especially today, that's for sure.

"Still. I'm grateful. You saved my ass today, man," Eddie answers.

"Well, it's my job," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.

They finish bringing everything in, and Steve nods at Eddie, "Okay. I think that does it."

"Here," Eddie says, and plucks an envelope off the counter, "I always worry that your tips in the app will get eaten up by the corporate assholes taking their cut off the top. So. Cash is king."

Steve takes the envelope. A tip he doesn't have to report? Why thank you, Eddie.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do this, or help bring it in, you know? But I appreciate both."

Eddie smiles, "Thank you for getting all that shit for us. We both appreciate it. Don't we Wayne?"

Wayne grumbles, but Steve's pretty sure he doesn't appreciate anything right now. He knows he wouldn't either, if he had broken his hip.

They say their goodbyes, and that's that. Steve will never see Eddie with the pretty eyes ever again.

At the next red light, Steve opens the envelope, expecting an extra ten or twenty bucks, maybe, but is shocked to see that there are three, insanely crisp one hundred dollar bills inside.

Holy shit.

That's way more than he usually makes in a single day. Two days, even. Just by delivering one order that he didn't think was gonna pay well at all.

And he got to look at a hot dude for a minute or two.

It's enough to cover what they were short on the rent, even. It might not have felt like a lot of money to Eddie, if he handed it over so readily, but it feels life-changing to Steve, right now. He remembers when three hundred bucks wasn't anything to him either, back when he had access to all his parents' money and all their unhappiness.

Now, it's different.

Robin's gonna shit.

Hot damn.

Thank you, Eddie.

"Booyah," Steve says, slapping the envelope on the counter.

Robin picks it up, and thumbs through it. It has Eddie's tip, and the few extra bucks he picked up during the rest of the day.

"Oh my god, no way! Where did you get this much cash, dingus? Are you turning tricks on the side now?" Robin asks, and Steve laughs.

"Yes. I thought I'd see what I could get for this ass," Steve says, turning and pushing his ass outwards in her direction.

She doesn't even look, but says, "Honestly, you might be worth more than this, as much as I hate to admit it," she comments dryly, and he smiles.

"No, some rich dude that ordered a bunch of heavy shit gave me a big tip," Steve explains.

"That's what she said," Robin teases, and her eyes are still wide as she looks at the bills in her hand, "Seriously, though. Thank you, rich, old dude," Robin says.

"Rich, but not old. I think he might have been famous in some way. YouTuber? Musician? I don't know. Nice house."

"Well. Describe him. Let's Google him," Robin says, wiggling her fingers in the air like she's stretching before this big task she's about to undertake.

Steve isn't sure searching for him is gonna work, but he lets her try, "Eddie. Probably a little older than us. Lots of tattoos."

"Was it Eddie Vedder? Please tell me you know who Eddie Vedder is, dingus?"

He knows who Eddie Vedder is, Jesus.

He gives her a look, "Not that old. And he was heavily tattooed. Is Eddie Vedder tattooed? Plus, this guy had dark eyes. Really dark. And no flannel."

She keeps looking on her phone, showing him options, "Him?"

No.

"Him?"

No.

"Him?"

"No. Not him." None of them are. Nobody she shows him is the same guy. So, he thinks of all the famous Eddies he knows of.

"Was it Eddie Van Halen?" Steve asks.

"Since he's dead, probably not," Robin says.

"Oh," Steve says. He didn't remember that. And he'd be too old, anyway. "We're looking for someone that looks kinda like young Eddie Van Halen. But with tattoos."

"You're obsessed with the tattoos. Was it Ed Sheeran? He has lots of tattoos," Robin asks, and he rolls his eyes.

"Robin. I think I know what Ed Sheeran looks like. This man was not ginger. Dark hair, dark eyes. And he was American. Maybe this guy is just rich? Not famous at all. It doesn't matter. I'll never see him again, anyway. We'll just thank him from afar for saving our asses today."

Robin sighs heavily, and puts her phone down, "If you'd got yourself a rich boyfriend we'd have it made all the time."

"Well, I'll work on that," he says sarcastically.

At least for now, they can pay another month's rent. That's a big win. Huge.

Maybe they can keep their heads above water, now.

And they do, by some sort of miracle. It was only three hundred bucks, but that was enough of a windfall to get them back in the black. And somehow they've stayed ahead since, for nearly two whole months. They haven't been this stable financially since they arrived in town.

Today, Steve flips through the different apps he drives for, trying to decide what order to take, when he sees a huge pizza order. The order is absurdly big, but the tip is decent, and picking up a stack of pizzas is infinitely easier than shopping a whole-ass grocery list. Steve's just seriously questioning if it'll all fit in his car.

He's gonna risk it.

Luckily, it does, but there are pizza boxes piled high in every seat and the rear. He definitely doesn't have hot bags for all of them. Hopefully he doesn't get caught in traffic.

The area seems familiar, but when Steve pulls up in front of the house, he knows why. Eddie. Only, the last time it was groceries, not food, that he delivered here.

There are vehicles everywhere. Clearly some sort of party, Steve thinks, to require this amount of pizza. And as soon as Steve steps out of the car, Eddie is out of the house, being trailed by three other, mostly leather-clad, guys. It'd look threatening, if Eddie wasn't smiling so big.

"Steve! When I saw Steve was my driver, I was like, maybe? But Steve's a common name, and there was no picture, so I didn't get my hopes up, but hey! It is you!" Eddie shouts, moving to the back of the car, "Watch your head this time, sweetheart," Eddie adds, and Steve is sure he's blushing.

He just stands there kind of dumbly, watching as Eddie commandeers his order right out of Steve's vehicle. Eddie's definitely unusual.

Eddie hands stack after stack of pizzas to the waiting guys, making them carry the bulk of it. And Steve watches as they ferry them off towards the house, Steve not having to even lift a finger this time.

Now, it's just him and Eddie standing on the curb.

Eddie holds out an envelope, and Steve looks at it.

"Man, thank you, but you tipped so well last time, you really don't have to again."

"I want to. You provide a service, I want to pay for that service," Eddie says, shaking the envelope, and Steve reluctantly takes it. Whatever is inside, will really help him and Robin stay ahead. It did last time. He's not really in a position to say no, even as well as they are doing at the moment.

"Thank you, truly," Steve says, tucking it into his pocket, "How's your Uncle Wayne's hip?"

Eddie smiles, so fucking wide, "You remembered! He's good. Great. Headed home soon, which I'm certain he's thrilled about. He's definitely never coming here again. I'll have to go home when I want to see him."

Steve laughs, "Glad to hear he's better, if annoyed."

"Do you want to stay?" Eddie asks, "We're having a little going away party for him. The more the merrier. Or, is your shift not over? You could come back?"

Steve doesn't have a shift, he can clock in and out to take orders as he pleases, and right now he'd really like to accept Eddie's offer. Even if it's probably just Eddie being polite. A pity ask, if you will.

"You don't have to invite your delivery driver into your house, you know? I could be a murderer."

"Unlikely," Eddie says, "and I'm not inviting my delivery driver. I'm inviting you, Steve."

Steve thinks over the options, and then nods. He can go in for a bit. If he's uncomfortable, he can get right back on the clock, no harm, no foul.

"Okay, let me park," Steve says, and he does just that. Putting the envelope of cash into the glove box without opening it. He doesn't want Eddie to see him scrounging through it. That feels tacky.

The pizza boxes are already open on every available flat surface in the kitchen and living room, and Eddie shoves a paper plate into Steve's hands, "Eat. Drink. Be merry."

Steve nods, and grabs a slice from the nearest box. He's not picky.

The house is full of people, and a lot of them seem vaguely famous. Like this is an industry thing, instead of a going away party for an old man with a newly not-broken hip.

Steve's worked enough of these events. They tried the catering thing for a while, and it was fine, for Steve anyway. Robin was just a little too clumsy to carry trays of dainty hors d'oeuvres around rooms filled with beautiful women in expensive dresses.

This isn't any of that though. This is cases of beer being chilled in kiddie pools, and dozens of pizzas. Fancy house, but not a fancy party. Steve spots Eddie's uncle sitting by himself on a couch, a beer resting on his knee and a paper plate of pizza on the arm rest.

Nobody else is sitting by him, so Steve goes over, "Can I sit?"

Wayne grumbles something that could be yes, could be no, Steve's not wholly sure, but he chooses to go ahead and sit down beside him.

"How's your hip?" Steve asks.

"Who are you?" Wayne asks, looking at him, suspicious.

"Steve. Uh, a delivery driver? I've brought a couple orders to you guys now. And Eddie invited me to stay."

Wayne nods, and goes back to his plate, "Hip's fine. Ready to go home."

"Where's home?" Steve asks, and he's not sure why. Clearly this man has no interest in making small talk with him.

"Indiana," Wayne says.

"Hey! For me, too. Small world."

"What're you doing in California, then?" Wayne asks. "Trying to get into show biz?"

"No. No way," Steve laughs, "Not for me. Uh, my best friend? Robin? She wanted to move out here. Wanted an adventure. And I wanted her to be happy. So. Here we are."

Wayne nods.

"Did you break your hip in Indiana and Eddie dragged you all the way out here?" Steve asks.

"No," Wayne answers, "I came to visit him and broke my hip before I got out of the airport. This is why I don't take vacations."

Steve smiles, "That's bad luck. Sorry."

Wayne nods his head, and Steve assumes that's the end of this conversation, and they sit in silence for a few moments.

"You're Steve? The one that brought the groceries a few weeks ago?" Wayne asks.

"That's me," Steve confirms.

"He's been talking about you non-stop. I was like, just order more groceries. So, he tried. It was never you. Now we have more food than he'll ever eat. Probably need to take it to the food pantry."

Steve grins, looking down at his plate. He isn't sure what Eddie would want to see him for. They definitely aren't on the same level.

Eddie is across the room, talking wildly with his hands.

"He's a good kid," Wayne says, quietly, "All this? Not him. Not all of him, anyway."

Steve looks back at Wayne, "What do you mean?"

"All this fancy shit. I'm proud of him that their music has done so well. But he's a good kid. And he just wants to be happy."

"Don't we all," Steve says.

"People take advantage. If you're here for the money, for the fame. Just. Move on. Eddie would give it to you. But he wants something more. Needs it, I think."

Steve thinks he could be something more. But he doesn't really have anything to offer Eddie in return, and maybe heeding Wayne's warning wouldn't be such a bad idea. What business does he have getting involved with a famous musician? None.

"Got it," Steve says. "Well, I'm glad your hip healed."

Wayne grumbles at that, and it makes Steve smile.

Steve puts his trash in the can, and looks around. The hallways are lined with platinum records, news articles, and he leans close to read the name. Eddie Munson. Corroded Coffin. He's never heard of them. He'll have to look them up on Spotify.

He doesn't belong here.

He takes one last look at Eddie.

Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin.

He tries to memorize his name, his band, so he can tell Robin later, solving their little mystery.

And then he ducks out of the front door, walking down the long driveway towards his car.

"Hey, Steve! Wait!" Eddie yells from behind him, and Steve slows.

"Hey, man. Thanks for having me," Steve says, turning to look at him.

"You're leaving already?"

Steve nods, "Work, you know."

Eddie nods, "Okay. Well. Come back. Anytime."

"Thanks, Eddie," Steve says, because he's pretty sure Eddie means that, "Enjoy your party. I'm glad Wayne's hip is good as new."

Steve turns to keep walking.

"Steve. Uh," Eddie says, and Steve considers pretending he didn't hear him. It'd be easy. The music is loud, probably pissing off the neighbors, but Eddie keeps talking. "Listen. I like you. Yeah, I know. I barely know you. But. We got good vibes, man. Can you not feel that?" Eddie asks, and when Steve turns to look back at him, he sees that Eddie's hands are shoved deep into his pockets.

He looks nervous.

He's famous, clearly rich, and beautiful. He could have anyone he wants. But he looks nervous talking to Steve. Who delivered the pizza. Make it make sense. Goddamn.

"Eddie," Steve says.

"Do you not feel it? If you don't, I'll leave you alone. I swear. But if you do…"

Steve nods, "I do. But I'm a delivery driver. I live in a tiny apartment that I share with my best friend. We barely make ends meet. You could have anyone. Why would you want me?"

"Because I like you," Eddie says, "and I want to get to know you. I didn't grow up with anything either. I'm not old money. I'm new money. Brand new. So. I'm not that out of touch yet."

Steve smiles. He's old money, he just doesn't have access to it anymore. Eddie's new money, and doesn't know how to handle it. They'd be quite the pair.

Eddie keeps talking, trying to wheedle a date out of him, "Just. Let me take you out. Just us. Let's see if there's anything here," he says, motioning his hand between the two of them.

Steve wants to, he really does.

"Okay," Steve finally says, "nothing fancy. A normal date."

"We can definitely do that," Eddie says, and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "Let me give you my number."

Steve rattles off his number, Eddie texts him, and it buzzes against Steve's thigh. Already coming through, showing he's serious.

"Dinner? Movie? Bar? You name it," Eddie offers, eyes never leaving Steve's.

"Dinner's good. Nowhere fancy, though," Steve warns.

"Do I look like I like fancy places?" Eddie asks, looking down at his own clothes.

And Steve's eyes cut back to the gorgeous house.

Eddie laughs, "Fair enough. But I don't."

"Can you go out in public? Or are you too famous?" Steve asks. "I'm not familiar with your band, sorry."

Eddie laughs, "I think I like that you aren't, sweetheart. That means that maybe you like me, just for me. And I can go out. Nobody cares about me all that much."

Steve nods. Alright. They can go on one date, and see how it goes.

Well. That's how it goes.

Very, very well.

So well, that Steve's now satisfied and loose in Eddie's bed, when Eddie laughs, rolling into Steve's shoulder, face pressed to his skin. Lips kissing his shoulder, biting at him gently. Playing with him.

"What?" Steve asks, smiling as Eddie slides his hand into his, squeezing. "What's so funny."

"I tipped my driver," Eddie chokes out, laughing around each word, pressing his crotch into Steve's thigh.

Steve laughs, looking down at this ridiculous man clinging to him, "That you did. And damn well."

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The Bodyguard

Chapter 6

<-Chapters 1 and 2

<-Chapter 3

<-Chapters 4 and 5

Chapter 7 (final)->

Five Hargreeves x female reader, multi-chapter, request

Summary: Five is hired to protect you, a professional ballet dancer, from an obsessive stalker. As the threat from the stalker escalates, Five must navigate his growing feelings for you while keeping you safe

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, bathtub sex, after careKeep reading

Chapter 6: The Villain And The Hero

Five was unable to go back to sleep after the photo incident and he spent the rest of the night figuring out how he was going to deal with this psycho. The simplest, yet worst, idea would be to track him down and put a bullet in his head. In his assassin days that would be a Tuesday afternoon for him. But that wasn’t realistic for a few reasons. The law being one of them, and you perhaps not wanting to be linked up to a murderer another. You hadn’t even wanted Five to confront the man, let alone kill him.

But the situation had changed. This was no longer a slightly creepy guy that hung out at your dance studio and came to your performances. He was trespassing on your property and watching you. And he was clearly trying to let both you and Five know that he was not happy about the situation.

Five tried to look at it from two different angles. From his point of view as your hired bodyguard, he would do his job, emotions aside, and protect you from any harm. He wouldn’t feel the need to inform you of some of the tactics he might use. At the end of the day, if you were mentally and physically in one piece, then he would consider that a job well done.

From the other point of view… he wasn’t sure what to call it… Boyfriend? Lover?... but from that point of view things were not so black and white. Five wanted to protect you at all costs, but he also didn’t want to upset you by letting you know everything. Which meant he’d have to lie, or at least withhold information from you, and that certainly wasn’t good boyfriend behavior.

When morning came, you found Five sitting at your beat up kitchen table, still only half dressed, and holding a steaming coffee mug. .

“I see you found the coffee,” you said as you came up behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

Five looked up at you with a smile, placing his mug down in front of him. “Would you like me to pour you a cup?”

“No thank you, I’ll just make my usual smoothie.”

He watched as you casually walked to the refrigerator, surveying the contents, and unhurriedly took out the ingredients you needed. Then you stretched out long, doing a couple of side bends, before slowly pulling out the blender. You washed the berries for a minute or so, staring off into the distance as the cold water ran over them.

“Wow, I understand why you are late every single morning now,” Five mused. “You move like a tortoise.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, but smiled back at him. “That’s ok. My driver can wait.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” he deadpanned.

You laughed and plopped yourself in his lap, the short robe you were wearing only covering part of your body, which Five had already noticed. His hand immediately started drifting up your leg.

“You know what I just realized?” you asked.

“No,” Five said as he started to kiss your neck.

“I am paying for your services when you are with me.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” he murmured, working his way over your jaw while his hand started to slip between your thighs.

“Pretty sure that makes you a gigolo,” you said with a giggle.

Five stopped and looked at you, one eyebrow raised. “What?”

You shrugged. “I mean, you don’t really clock in and out, so you’re still getting paid even if we’re… you know.”

“Huh.”

You kissed him quickly on the lips. “Just a thought.”

“So, I’m your bodyguard, your chauffeur, and your personal sex worker?”

“Seems so.”

Five pulled you in with a rough jerk and you squealed. “That’s funny, because from my point of view,” he said in a low voice, his hand untying the belt of your robe, “I’m getting paid for you to suck my dick.”

You tilted your head to the side with a half-smile as Five pulled your robe all of the way off, leaving you naked and breathing heavier.

“But I haven’t –” you started to say.

“Knees. Now,” he ordered, his voice calm and cool while his eyes flashed with danger.

As always, his demands were making you weak and wet, and you automatically slid off his lap and onto the floor. You waited while Five unzipped his pants, looking you in the eyes while he took out his hardening cock.

You placed your hands on the tops of his thighs and blinked up at him. “I’m going to be late.”

“That’s alright,” Five assured you sweetly, running the back of his hand down your cheek. “Your driver will wait.”

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After you spent your hard earned money blowing Five in your kitchen, and he graciously paid you back in the shower afterwards, you had to run around like a mad woman to get all of your stuff together and get out the door with barely two minutes to spare.

Five had at least been nice enough to make your smoothie for you while you got dressed, and he tossed your bags into the car while you hopped in the front seat. He handed you your cup and you chugged it while he sped to the theater.

When you arrived, you knew you were going to be in hot water with your director if you were even one minute late, so Five blinked you directly backstage. You were about to sprint to the dressing room when Five held onto your arm, keeping you there.

“I’m going to leave you for a little bit, is that ok?”

You frowned. “What do you mean leave me?”

“I need to go back home and change and do a few things. It won’t take long, maybe a couple of hours. I’ll do a sweep of the place first and check the parking lot before I go.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s ok. As long as you think it’s safe.”

“The theater is locked up pretty tight. You’re safer here than at the studio or your house, so you should be fine. I’m going to tell one of the crew guys to keep his eyes open, though.”

You looked around a little nervously, but nodded. “Ok.”

Five glanced around to make sure there weren’t too many people watching, then he leaned in to give you a soft kiss on your cheek and whisper in your ear. “Sorry for making you late.”

You kissed him back on the mouth, not caring who saw. “Worth it,” you said with a grin.

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Five wasn’t totally full of shit. He did go back to the Academy to change and to take care of a few things.

Then.. it was time to track this fucker down.

Dressed in his best three-piece suit, Five checked the clip in his Glock as he waited patiently inside of his car at the convenience store. Thanks to Diego’s contacts at the police department, Five was able to get the guy’s address. He lived in a shitty little bungalow in a not-so-great part of the city. Although Five could hardly judge him considering where he himself lived.

He had followed the man to the store and waited in the parking lot while he went inside to buy lotto tickets or beef jerky or whatever the hell he was doing in there. Five could be patient. He knew how to wait in silence and stalk someone like prey.

When finally the man came strolling out, with a giant red slushie in hand, and climbed back into the familiar blue pickup truck, Five made his move.

There was a bright flash and then a scream inside the cab of the truck. The neon red contents of the slushie cup exploded across the dashboard.

“Drive,” Five snarled between gritted teeth as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into the ribs of the man.

“W-What?” the man stammered, his hands on the steering wheel.

“I said… drive,” Five hissed.

“Ok… ok… where?”

“I don’t fucking care. To the cemetery to make things easier for me, I don’t give a shit. But if you don’t start driving in the next five seconds, your brains are going to be joining that red shit all over the dash.”

The man nodded, fumbling with his keys as he turned the ignition. Then he drove out of the parking lot and onto the main street.

Five pushed the gun harder into his side and the man made a little crying noise. They continued to drive down the busy street, on the way out of the city.

“Keep driving,” Five instructed.

Your stalker, with his threadbare red baseball cap, scruffy beard, and skinny frame, gripped the wheel tightly. He stared straight ahead as he drove.

As they continued on in silence, Five’s pistol shoved into the man’s rib cage, they eventually came to a more secluded area that was mostly farms and woodland. The two lane highway was almost deserted.

“Pull over,” Five told him.

The man did as he said, and pulled the truck over to the side of the road, near a densely wooded area. Five told him to cut the engine and he did, but kept his hands on the steering wheel. Five grabbed the keys from the ignition and pocketed them inside his jacket.

“What do you want–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Five warned. “I talk. You say nothing.” The man gave a short nod and Five proceeded. “Get out of the car… slowly.”

The man did as he was told, opening the truck door and sliding out. Five blinked directly behind him and the guy flinched. Five’s pistol was now shoved into the man’s back.

“Walk,” Five told him.

The man began to walk forward, directly into the woods. “W-where are we going?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The man remained silent and kept walking for a good distance until they came upon a fast-moving creek that was flowing through the middle of the forest. The banks of mud and moss were steep leading down to the moving water. The creek made gurgling and bubbling noises as it carried sticks and leaves on its surface, heading in the direction of the ocean, miles away.

The two men stopped at the bank of the creek, Five’s gun still pressed roughly into the back of the man’s flannel jacket.

“Did you get a good look last night, asshole? Enjoy the show?” Five taunted. “Did you wait until you got back home to jerk off, or did you just do it there like the pathetic animal you are?”

“You disgust me,” the man said quietly, turning his head just slightly to try and look over his shoulder at Five.

With another blink, Five was standing in front of him. He landed a swift punch to the gut, leaving the man coughing and doubled over as Five boiled with rage. The gun was now pointed at the front of his head.

“Keep talking. See how that goes for you.”

When the man was silent except for the occasional wheeze as he tried to catch his breath, Five continued.

“Here is what is going to happen, shit bag, so listen carefully. You are done with her. That means you will not be anywhere near her, you will not look at her, and you will not even think about her. Because if you do, I am going to find out.”

“Yeah?” the man snorted as he righted himself again. “What are you going to do about it?”

Five’s fist landed on the man’s chin this time, knocking his head back so hard it looked like it might come flying off of his spinal column.

“Ah, FUCK!” he cried, clutching at his face.

“I said shut the fuck up!” Five seethed. “You are nothing! You are lower than a worm and just as slimy. She hates you, you realize that, right? She despises you.”

“We are meant to be together,” the man whimpered as blood dripped down his chin and onto his chest. “If it weren’t for you, I’d have her.”

Five got directly in the man’s face, his jaw set tightly as he raised the pistol and pressed it directly against his forehead.

“You will never have her. Ever. You understand? You are a fucking ghost. You are nobody.”

There was no response from the beaten man, so Five continued.

“Now, lucky for you, you caught me on a good day. Probably because I got laid last night. And this morning,” he added with a smirk, just to rub salt in the wound. “So, as long as you follow my directions, I will let you live. If not, you will be lying face first at the bottom of this creek. Understand?”

“Fuck off,” came the garbled response.

Five chuckled menacingly. “God, you’re a stupid piece of shit.” He kneed him in the crotch, dropping the man to the ground and then kicked him in the ribs while he was moaning in pain.

“Are you getting it yet?” Five asked as he sneered down at him. “I win. I always win.”

Five lifted the writhing mess of a man off the ground by the back of his shirt. He reached into his suit coat and pulled out the keys to the truck, flinging them as far as he could down the river, and hearing them sink into the mud with a satisfying “plop”. With no further warning, Five blinked himself with the man to another, deeper section of the woods. When they landed outside of the portal, the man sunk to the ground again, still clutching his crotch.

Five glared down at him, a vicious smile playing on his lips. “If I see you or hear from you again, I will kill you. If I find out you’ve been anywhere near her or her house, I will kill you. If you even dare to breathe the same air as her… I will kill you. Do we understand each other?”

Five waited, but when he didn’t get a reply, he gave the man another kick in the side. “Tell me you understand!”

The man nodded miserably. “Yes. I understand.”

Five stood up straight, holstered his gun inside his jacket, and pushed his hair back into place. He straightened his tie. “Excellent.”

Just as Five was about to blink away, the guy spoke. “I loved her first! I loved her first and you can’t take her away from me!”

Five’s teeth clenched together and he reached into his jacket for his gun. Then he thought better of it and stopped. He gave his rival a pitying look. “You have no idea what love is.”

Then he was gone in a flash of blue, leaving your stalker beaten and bloodied in the middle of nowhere.

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Five had blinked himself to the side of the road, near the truck. Then, using as much of his power as he could muster, he blinked back to his own car at the convenience store in three big spatial jumps. Inside of the SUV, Five panted, trying to catch his breath from the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was tired from blinking, but mostly he was still wound up from his encounter with your stalker.

He didn’t know how you would react to what he had done, but he was fairly confident that he had fixed the problem. He couldn’t imagine anyone being stupid enough to try anything after the scare he had just given him. And Five hadn’t been lying, either. He would kill him if he saw a trace of the guy again.

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Five arrived back at the theater during the afternoon. He stood off to the side, in one of the wings again, and watched your rehearsal with a new found appreciation for you and your art. He could have watched you dance for days and still be in awe. And when you caught his eye briefly and gave him a tiny smile, he died a little inside.

After you were finished and Five was waiting for you to change, Stephan, your dance partner approached him. Five immediately tensed up. He didn’t really feel like having to dump another asshole in the woods today.

“Hey, you must be Five, I don’t think we’ve officially met,” Stephan said, holding out his hand to shake.

Five noted Stephan’s perfect pecs and giant biceps under his flowy shirt. The tights left nothing to the imagination, either. Five shook his hand briefly before dropping it. “Yeah. Nice to meet you.”

Stephan nodded with a big smile on his face. Then he leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice. “She’s a real hell cat in the sack, isn’t she?”

“What did you say?” Five asked, both incredulously and furiously.

Stephan nudged him with an elbow. “You know. She can really drain you, you know?”

Five teeth were about ready to crack in half and he made a mental note of his gun tucked away under his coat. Just as he was about to reach out and strangle this supposed dancing genius, he heard a peal of laughter coming from behind him.

When he turned around, there you were, leaning up against the open door of the dressing room and watching the whole exchange going down with a giant grin on your face. Confused, Five faced Stephan again, where he was met with another huge smile. Stephan held his hands up in front of him.

“She made me do it, man, I’m sorry,” he laughed.

Five whipped around to see you with a hand over your mouth, trying to control your laughter. “You little brat,” Five muttered under his breath before the corner of his mouth twitched up.

“Really, I’m so sorry,” Stephan added again. “I promise I have no idea about any of that.” Just then, another very fit and good looking man came strolling up, holding a little boy by the hand.

“Daddy!” the boy cried when he saw Stephan and he was scooped up in his father’s arms. The other man leaned in to give Stephan a quick kiss.

“Five, this is my husband and son. I’m sure you’ll be seeing them around a lot. You guys can hang out in the partner and spouses section together,” he told him before patting him cordially on the shoulder and walking off with his family in tow.

You came bouncing up to Five, who was shaking his head. “You are a terrible person,” he told you, trying to mask his smile.

“I’m sorry, but it was too funny not to.” You reached up, brushing a piece of hair out of his face before taking his hand. “You were gone for a while. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Are you ready to go?” You nodded and Five took your bags from you. “I was thinking,” he said as he walked with you towards the exit. “Why don't you come stay at my place tonight.”

Five noticed your initial hesitation and he chuckled. “I promise I will have better sleeping accommodations for you than last time.”

When you still looked dubious, he added, “I have a surprise for you.”

You smiled. “A surprise? For me?”

“Yes. But I can only show you if you come home with me.”

“Sounds like a trap, but ok. Can we at least stop at my house first so I can get some clothes to change into?”

“Of course.”

Five drove you to your house and waited in the foyer as you went upstairs to grab some clean clothes and pack a small overnight bag. You were excited about spending another night with Five. You hadn’t realized just how lonely you had been, rambling around in your old mansion all alone, until you had fallen asleep with Five next to you. It felt good to be wanted and taken care of by someone else. And you wanted to take care of him, too.

As you were going through some of your stuff to take with you, you realized you couldn’t find one of your old pointe shoes that you had been meaning to throw away. You went through so many pairs of shoes, it was hard to keep track of them all. It was probably lying under one of the tables in the dressing room of the theater, you reasoned. It didn’t matter anyway, you were done wearing that pair.

With your bag packed, you headed back downstairs and Five drove you to the Academy. He seemed more nervous than usual and he kept glancing over at you next to him. When you arrived, he stopped at the door before unlocking it and letting you in.

“I realize now that I may have built this surprise up too much. It’s not really a big deal,” he said.

You rubbed his arm with your hand. “I’m sure whatever it is, I will love it.”

He nodded and then led you inside. When you walked into the main living room where Five had set up camp, you stopped in your tracks and gasped. Then you looked around you, smiling in amazement.

Five had clearly been doing his best to try and make his situation a little less depressing. He had cleared up a lot of the debris that had been lying around the room and cleaned the floors and dusted the furniture. The moth-eaten drapes over the windows appeared less dirty, like maybe they had been taken down and shaken out. There was different furniture than when you had been there the last time. It didn't look new, but obviously Five had done a search through the mansion to find better and nicer pieces. There was a different, unstained and sturdier looking couch with a coffee table set up in front of it. An arm chair that was only a little beat up stood to the side. There was even a vase full of flowers set on top of a small side table. The bar looked cleaned and polished with all of the crystal glasses washed and lined up neatly on top.

“Five! You fixed it up!”

Five had been watching your reaction nervously with his hands in his pockets. “I just went through the place and found as many intact things as I could.”

“This makes me so happy,” you said, going to him and taking his hand.

“It does?”

“Yes, of course! And it really looks so much better.”

“I’m glad. I have more to show you, though.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Come with me.”

Five led you down one of the hallways, which also looked like it had been swept and cleaned. You had not seen any other part of the Academy last time, so you weren’t sure what it looked like before, but you imagined it hadn’t been much better than the living room was.

He took you to one of the small bedrooms that lined the hall. It was dark inside but he walked in and switched on a table lamp. You smiled and laughed when you saw the room light up.

“You made a bedroom for yourself!” you exclaimed.

“I know it’s not much…” he started. “This used to be one of my brother’s rooms, but my old room is so far away I figured this would be easier.”

It wasn’t much, it was true, but it was something. The bed was neatly made with a soft-looking blue comforter on top. There was a small bookcase against one of the walls, filled with books. A desk stood against the other wall. The closet was filled with Five’s suits and other clothes.

“You inspired me,” he told you with a small smile.

“I did?”

“Yeah. I figured if you could make the best out of your situation with your cozy bedroom, then I should, too. Not to mention I was a little embarrassed by the state of things the last time you were here.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “You didn’t need to be embarrassed. But I am glad you made this more of a home for yourself.”

“Turn around,” he told you quietly.

When you did, you gave a small gasp. On the wall behind you was a framed picture of Degas’ painting “The Star”. It was a famous pastel painting of a ballerina on stage, alone, as the star of the show. It was just a poster print of the painting, but it was clearly new and Five had it set in a gold frame.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed out. “I love this painting.”

“It reminds me of you.” He rolled his eyes at himself. “Obviously.”

You smiled widely and squeezed him in another big hug, kissing him hard on the lips. “I can’t believe you did this. You’re so amazing.”

“It’s just a poster.”

“No, it’s more than that. It means you care about me and my life and my career. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

You stared at the painting, still holding Five around his waist. “You know, that painting is rather sad. The dancer is lit up on stage and she is clearly pleased, but see that male-looking figure waiting in the wings? He probably owns her. She is most likely his prostitute.”

Five looked thoughtfully at the painting. “How do you know?”

“Because that was the situation for a lot of ballet dancers in the 19th century. She is happy on stage but she has a not-so-happy life to return to once the performance is over.”

“Well, that’s fucking depressing. Maybe I should have picked a different one.”

You shook your head with a smile. “No. I like this one.”

Five gazed down on you, his brow furrowed with concern. “I hope you know that the man waiting in the wings for you would never keep you against your will.”

Your hands traveled up Five’s back and over his shoulders, smoothing out the fine wool of his suit coat. You tugged on the lapels so that he lowered his face to yours.

“I know that. But I’m not trying to get away from my man.”

When he kissed you, it was hard and hungry as he tangled his fingers in your hair and you moaned against his mouth. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he rasped as he pulled your head back, attacking your neck with lips that wanted to bruise you and teeth that meant to scar.

Five restrained himself as much as possible. He didn’t want to leave you with visible marks that would make you appear unprofessional.

He walked you backwards until the backs of your knees collided with the bed. You were already burning for him; for more of his mouth, his hands, his body; and you desperately dragged his suit coat off his shoulders and down his arms. You unbuttoned his waistcoat, throwing it on the floor and started to work on his tie. He stopped his ferocious kisses for a moment to grab your wrists.

“Not yet,” he told you.

He let go of your hands and backed away. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked up at you with dark eyes. “You first.”

You had no problem with that order and you stood in front of him, pulling off your shirt and letting your shorts fall to the floor around your feet. You kicked them away, letting Five get a good look at you in your black satin bra and panties. He made a soft groaning noise and briefly palmed the front of his pants. You took your time unhooking your bra and stepping out of your underwear, but soon you were fully nude.

With the way Five was looking at you, it was clear that you were the prey and he was the predator. You were being analyzed. Stalked. But you didn’t run. You waited patiently to be eaten.

After a few seconds, he pulled you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him as his warm hands rested on the small of your back.

“Finish what you started, darling,” he told you with the smallest flicker of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

You said nothing in response, catching your lower lip in your teeth as you languidly traced the tips of your fingers down his neck, starting at his jaw and ending at the collar of his shirt. The slight scruff of his five o’clock shadow scratched lightly at your skin. You desperately wanted to kiss him again, but Five was watching your every move and you knew he wouldn’t let you. Not yet, anyway.

Your focus was on his tie, and your hands worked at loosening the half windsor knot. Once you untied it, you ran the silky smooth material through your fingers before sliding it slowly out from under his collar.

Five kept his eyes on you, his chest rapidly rising and falling, as you started in on the top buttons of his shirt. Your fingers worked swiftly all the way down until you were able to pull the shirt open, revealing his deliciously hard torso. Running the flat of your hands over his pectoral muscles, the tips of your fingers outlined the stiff peaks of his nipples, before sliding down his stomach. You dragged one teasing finger down the soft trail of hair and into the waistband of his pants. He sucked in a loud breath through his teeth.

“That’s enough,” he warned you.

With a small pout, you continued taking off his shirt, undoing the cuffs and sliding it down his arms. You made sure to get a good feel of his biceps in the process.

Next, you worked on the fly of his pants, opening them up and letting your palm graze the hard bulge of his cock through his tight boxer briefs. He reveled in the feeling of your hot hand passing over him a few times, letting his eyes close as he let out a shaky breath. When he opened them, he grabbed your wrist, halting you.

“You’re almost done, honey. Keep going,” he told you.

You climbed off of his lap, kneeling down before him as you removed his socks and shoes like you were a lady-in-waiting and he was royalty. When you glanced up at his face, you couldn’t help the smile that formed, remembering how earlier in the day you had been on your knees like this. Five let out a small laugh, momentarily breaking his stony demeanor, when he knew what you were thinking.

Instead of sucking his dick, though, you started to draw his pants down, waiting for him to lift his hips a little off the bed. Once those were off and he was left in his boxers, you reached up to take the waistband in both hands, pausing for just a moment as your eyes met Five’s.

He nodded once, giving you the go ahead to remove the final piece of clothing from his body.

Soon, he was fully nude with his hard cock on display and he was just so damn gorgeous you let out an audible sigh. Five took your hand, pulling you onto his lap again. When you straddled him, his body was hot against yours, and you wrapped your legs around him so you were as close as possible. You pushed yourself against him, rubbing your wet slit over his shaft.

This time, he didn’t try to stop you. He grabbed the back of your neck as his lips collided with yours. He drew in loud breaths through his nose while he consumed you; desperate and feverish.

“Five…” you whimpered when he moved to your neck and shoulders.

You threaded your fingers in his hair and tugged softly. Five groaned.

“Shit,” he hissed. “I love hearing that.” He reached around his back, untangling your legs from around him, and moved you off his lap. Then he threw you down, crawling over the top of you and kissing you.

Five moved down your body, dragging his mouth over your chest and onto your stomach. When he began to suck a dark purple bruise right above your navel, you sucked in a loud breath and flinched from the sharp pain. He wasn’t deterred, though, and he did the same a little higher up and then again on both of your breasts. He scraped his teeth across your nipples and made you cry out.

When he drew his head back, he was smiling as he looked down on his artwork of red splotches and bite marks that now dotted your body.

“All mine,” he murmured, right before capturing your mouth with his again, flicking his tongue inside and biting gently at your lips. “Tell me.”

“I’m all yours, Five,” you gasped out, right before he sank his cock inside of you.

He raised himself up so that his hands were on either side of your head and he looked down on you. He had not yet started moving, and you tried to thrust your hips up, but he shook his head sternly and you stopped. His dark hair hung down in messy strands as he locked eyes with you. You tried once more to subtly wriggle against him.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he said quietly.

You whined and clutched onto his upper arms, your fingers digging into the tight muscles there. “Fuck me… please!”

Five’s mouth turned slowly up in a half-smile. “No.”

Your mouth dropped open with another desperate plea, but it was cut off by Five’s kiss. This time he kissed you slowly and gently, and with so much passion behind it that you almost forgot about his hard dick inside of you, unmoving. Almost.

“Five…” you gasped. “What the hell?”

“Shhh.” He kissed your cheek. “Be patient.”

Five readjusted so he was holding himself up with his left forearm, while moving his right hand down to your thigh. He raised your leg up around his hip, pushing himself further into you, but still not moving. It was killing you, having him completely buried inside of you, stretching you open, and just sitting there. His dick was fucking magical, but only when he was actually fucking you with it. Otherwise it was torture.

You made a frustrated growling noise and made one more sad attempt at getting him to move. But he only shook his head and held you steady with his hand on your hip.

“The more you do that,“ he whispered in your ear, “The longer you will wait.”

Realizing you were not going to win, you stayed still and quiet, staring up at those commanding green eyes of his while you both breathed heavily. You knew that this was a form of torture for Five as well, but that holding all of the power and denying you what you wanted far outweighed his other desires. He wanted you weak and powerless; trapped and desperate.

He was going to break you down and then save you. The villain and the hero all in one.

You could feel the wetness seeping out of you and onto the bed as your pussy clenched around him. The hard resolve on Five’s face was starting to fade after several more minutes when finally he had enough.

When he pulled back a little bit, just that brief movement had you moaning out loud and arching your back.

“Oh fuck, please!” you cried out.

Satisfied with your plea, Five gave in to what he needed, which was to fuck you hard and deep and relentlessly.

He wanted to kiss you and never stop kissing you, even as he thrust into you over and over again. He let go of your hip, letting you wrap both legs around him, hooking your ankles over one another and pulling him in tightly. You whined and moaned his name in between hot, messy kisses. You ran your fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck, and over his shoulder blades.

When you were both teetering on the edge of release, he broke away from your mouth just long enough to whisper your name. You gazed into his eyes that had turned from lustful to something softer. Something almost sad.

“I am yours,” he said, his voice raw and shaky.

You came together, clinging to one another while you called out his name and he let out a long, low growl into the crook of your neck.

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Afterwards, Five made sure you were feeling ok and brought another warm washcloth to clean you up with, and a glass of water to drink. As he was handing you the glass, you noticed the knuckles on his hand were bruised and scraped. You ran your thumb lightly across them.

“What happened?”

Five cleared his throat. “Oh, nothing. Just hit it against the car door earlier. No big deal.”

You frowned and inspected his hand closer. “That doesn’t look like you hit it on a door.” You looked up at his face and it was obvious he was trying to conceal something. “What really happened?”

Five sighed. “I really didn’t want to have to tell you this right now. I was going to wait until you were done with rehearsals and opening night, and –”

“Five, what’s going on?”

He hesitated, clearly conflicted about telling you the truth before he finally caved. “Look, I know you told me not to, but I tracked your stalker down.”

“You what?” you asked in shock, dropping his hand. “Five, I specifically told you not to do that… what the hell?”

“I know, but please just listen ok?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Fine. I’m listening.”

Five ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh. Without another word, he blinked away but returned a couple of seconds later. “I have to show you something,” he said.

“What is it?”

He paused for a moment, but then handed over the photo of you and him from the night before. You stared at it in confusion for a minute and then looked up at Five. “Did you… did you take this?”

Five shook his head. “He took it. Last night.”

Your eyebrows drew together again as you looked back at the picture. When you realized the angle from which it was taken, and how it must have been shot through the window in your bathroom, you gasped and threw the picture on the floor like it was burning you.

“Oh my god!” you cried, looking up at Five with panic in your eyes.

Five sat next to you on the bed and took your hand in his. “It’s ok, I took care of it.”

“What do you mean you took care of it? Five… you’re scaring me.”

“I didn’t hurt him.” He paused. “Ok, well, I did hurt him, but I didn’t permanently hurt him. And I just threatened to kill him. Which, honestly, I think was pretty damn generous of me.”

You sat, stunned for a moment. “I can’t believe… I just can’t believe any of this.”

“It’s ok,” he assured you, pulling you in for a hug. “I told you I could handle this guy and I did. It’s over.”

You stayed silent for a moment and then pulled away from his hold. “How can you be sure?”

“Because I scared the ever living shit out of him and told him I’d kill him if I ever saw him again.”

You shook your head, trying to make sense of it all. “But I told you I didn’t want you to do that.”

Five sighed. “The asshole took a picture of us fucking, in your house, and then sent you the photo. Don’t you think that warranted some action?”

“I guess…”

“I’m sorry I went behind your back. I just didn’t want to upset you when you already have so much on your plate right now. But I’m not sorry about what I did. It needed to be done.”

With a slow nod of your head, you realized he was probably right. It was getting too dangerous and the man had violated your privacy in multiple ways.

“And you’re sure he’s going to stop?”

“I’m pretty sure. He knows I meant what I said.”

You bit at your bottom lip, thinking. “Ok, then. I trust you, Five.”

He smiled and traced his fingers lightly down your cheek. “Thank you.”

That night, as you snuggled up with Five in his newly refurbished bedroom, you both laid awake in the dark. He held you from behind, your body curled against his as he held you tightly around your waist. You idly caressed the back of his hand, tracing the bumps of his knuckles with your fingers.

“You really meant what you said? You’d kill him for me?” you asked.

There was a pause and you heard Five swallow. “Yes, I meant it. And not just him. I’d kill anyone that tried to hurt you.” When you didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Does that upset you?”

You thought for a moment, but then shook your head. “No. Maybe it should, but it doesn’t.” You burrowed deeper into the covers and pulled his arms tighter around you. “You make me feel safe.”

Five kissed your neck and nuzzled into your hair. “Good, because that’s all I want. Now, get some sleep, my love.”

You closed your eyes, already beginning to feel the cloud of sleep drifting over you. As you felt Five’s chest moving against your back as he breathed, and his warm body curled around you like a protective shell, you smiled to yourself.

My love, you thought. I think I like that.

The Degas Painting on Five's wall:

"The Star" by Edgar Degas, 1878

A/N: One more chapter left!

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limousinechauffeurservices · 2 months ago

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reddesires · 10 months ago

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I stumbled upon your blog and love your Noa fics especially the bathing one and your most recent courting ones! I love your characterisation of him 💕

Can I please request Caesar courting fic pls! Desperately need more of him on your blog! Thank you🩷

Caesar Courting Headcanons [Caesar x Human!Reader]

Caesar x Human Reader

Fandom: Planet Of The Apes

Rating: No Warnings.

A/N: I really think that Caesar is an Acts Of Service king. He shows his love best that way, but you can sprinkle in some words of affirmation here and there since he knows that humans often need assurance of love vocally. I know this isn't a full fic but I had these headcanons written out already, I promise in the near future I'll make it into a whole fic ❤️

•First off, if you think that you'll maintain personal space whilst in the presence of Caesar, you'd be dead wrong. You can guarantee that he'll practically be breathing down your neck making sure that your by all means in top condition, you could be doing daily tasks and sure enough your favorite ape man is somewhere nearby watching.

•He's gonna want your input for things that should be generally for his advisors, but your opinion on things holds a special place for him. Essentially, you'll be his right-hand woman, and no one will convince him that isn't the right choice, starting as right-hand woman to wife after all.

•Your gonna have a chauffeur if you're not within the colony. If he's held up by responsibilities and unable to accompany you, then he's send Rocket or even Blue Eyes to go with you. He'd rather take no risks when it comes to your safety.

• 👏PROVIDING👏 he's determined to make sure that you are as comfortable and fulfilled as possible, as your potential mate (in his mind, you're already his mate sooo) he has to display his resourcefulness. He's aware of most human customs and how difficult life can be when without the luxury of certain necessities that you were used to having before the colony so he's more than willing on being on the hunt for it in the abandoned human locations.

•Whatever free time he has is time spent with you. it's a no-brainer that he's an avid quality time type of guy. All the stress of looking after the colony and constantly being dragged into various meetings and such, you put him at ease with your presence. The usual scowl that resides within his expression softens as he looks at you when you quietly speak to him about whatever crosses your mind.

•Sharing meals with Caesar and his boys up in top nest, you were taken aback the first time he requested it but now it's a given since Caesar figures since you'll soon be joining his family as his mate you minus well share meals with them (your unware of his train of thought on this pfffttt). As soon as meal time is announced, you're off to top nest with an expecting Caesar awaiting your arrival.

•Can you guess who attended to the making of your hut and your comfy nest? You can guarantee that you'll be in possession of the finest pelts and the most structurally sound nest possible, your hut is honestly your sanctuary during the winter months since Caesar ensured that it was as warm enough for you to be comfortable after all you don't have the fur coat to protect you from the freezing temperatures.

•He gifts you with very specific adornments for you to wear, he's almost smug he notices that it's every day that you'll have the custom pieces on your person.

•Caesar is aware that you perceive his actions as him being gracious to you, but he has all the intentions of you becoming his mate. He understands humans have a more casual and outright dating culture, and he plans on speaking more plainly on his aim of becoming your mate. He just enjoys the chase.

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mmmichyyy · 1 year ago

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40? for the prompt

#40. "am i your husband or your taxi service?"

the first time it happens, mickey doesn't think much of it.

can you pick me up after my shift? too tired to take the L

when mickey is near the station, he parks the van a block away. force of habit from when he and his brothers used to sneak up and collect from people who owed terry money. plus, he doesn't particularly want ian's coworkers to see their stolen ambulance, even though it's completely unrecognizable after debbie helped them revamp the entire thing and paint over it with the logo sandy designed.

here

i don't see you

i'm parked a block away

pick me up at the station

your legs don't work?

i'm tired :(

i drove the van

it's fine no one will be able to tell lol

mickey rolls his eyes and drops his phone in the cupholder. as he pulls up across the street from the station, he sees ian standing on the curb, chatting with someone wearing a matching EMT uniform, a shorter man with tan skin and curly hair.

mickey honks once, a bit impatient since he's hungry as fuck and there's a large pizza he ordered earlier waiting for them at their apartment. ian lifts his head and smiles. as he waves goodbye to his coworker and jogs over to the van, mickey doesn't miss the way the dude is gaping at mickey with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

the hell is this guy's problem?

"everything okay?" mickey asks, once ian buckles his seatbelt and reclines his seat.

"just tired." ian yawns. "had a long shift today."

"well," mickey puts the van in drive, reaching over the center console to ruffle ian's hair, promptly forgetting ian's weird coworker, "i already ordered a pizza so we can eat then turn in early."

ian smiles sleepily and interlaces his fingers with mickey's. "you're the best husband ever."

mickey shakes his head, biting back a smile. "sappy fucker."

after almost two weeks of ian asking to be picked up, mickey suspects something is up. not that he minds or anything, since he makes his own schedule nowadays. after the security business started turning a profit and ian went back to being an emt, he hired a couple of guys to drive the routes so he could work from home and catch up on admin work, freeing up a lot of time in his day to day.

but ian never used to mind the commute. he's the kind of long-legged freak who liked to take the scenic route and go on long runs in the morning, just for fun. absolutely deranged behaviour, in mickey's opinion. but lately, ian has been flashing his kicked-puppy eyes and asking to be chauffeured like a pampered prince and, well. mickey could never resist spending more time with his husband, so he hasn't said anything. not yet, anyway. god he's so whipped.

the excuses ian came up with, however, were more unbelievable as it went on, ranging from the train broke down (mickey knew for a fact it didn't), to spraining his elbow (though he had no problem throwing mickey on the bed later that night with his supposedly injured arm), to how it was going to rain later (it was sunny all day without a cloud in sight).

when mickey tried to call him out on his bullshit, ian either got down on his knees or flipped mickey over and fucked him senseless into the bed, promptly making mickey forget what the hell he was trying to say.

it's gotten to the point where ian stopped making excuses and simply asked mickey to come get him. which truthfully, mickey doesn't mind at all. but he just finds it odd how his beefy athletic husband had gotten so lazy.

"what's with you?" mickey finally asks one day, as ian climbs into the passenger seat.

ian blinks innocently. "what do you mean, dear husband of mine?"

mickey rolls his eyes. "am i your husband or your fuckin' taxi driver? 'cause i've been picking your ass up every day for the past two weeks when you have two perfectly functioning legs."

ian huffs, crossing his arms. "maybe i just want to spend more time with you."

"we live together," mickey points out flatly, "how much more time do you need?"

"i–"

a tap on the glass interrupts them, and mickey turns to see a woman with brown hair tied back in a ponytail, enthusiastically gesturing at him to roll down the window.

"the fuck?" mickey turns to ian, whose face has turned slightly pink. "did you forget something at the station?"

"ah, no." ian scratches his head sheepishly. "sue is just being... sue."

sue waves her hand again and mickey reluctantly lowers the window.

"mickey, this is sue, my supervisor, and sue, this is–"

"the elusive husband." sue grins. "i've heard a lot about you, mickey."

mickey raises his brow. "have you now."

"oh sure," she says, ignoring ian's frantic head shaking, "ian won't shut up about you, yapping on and on about mickey this and mickey that. we're all jealous at the station actually, everyone just complains about their partners while ian keeps gushing about how perfect and amazing his husband is. his words."

"huh." that explains a lot, actually, why there was always someone different waiting with ian every time he came to pick him up, and why they all stared at him like a circus freak. "well, i bet ian didn't tell you the time we stole an ambu–"

"okay," ian cuts in loudly, reaching over to turn the key in the ignition, "we're leaving. i'll see you tomorrow, sue."

"come to the company picnic next month," sue calls out. "it's a potluck and everyone is bringing their family. it'll be fun!"

"uh sure," mickey says, even though a social gathering with ian's nosy coworkers sounds like the least fun thing he's ever heard of. he looks over at ian, slumped in his seat, avoiding mickey's eyes. "I'll check my schedule."

once mickey drives around the corner, he playfully flicks his finger at ian's temple and ian rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"you yap about me to your coworkers," mickey teases. "you're so fuckin' whipped."

"whatever," ian grumbles. "stupid sue calling me out."

"is that why you keep asking me to pick you up?" mickey asks, amused. "to parade me around like a little show dog?"

"well, eduardo blabbed to everyone he saw you, then everyone kept asking about you and wanted to see you in person, so..."

"hm." mickey reaches over and brushes his thumb over ian's palm. "what do you say about me?"

ian links their fingers together and sighs. "that you're attentive. funny. caring. protective. loyal. the ideal man."

mickey laughs. "you're really overselling me here, gallagher. did you forget i'm an ex-convict, pimp and drug dealer?"

ian waves him off and continues. "kind. loving. perfect in every single way, except when you leave your socks on the floor. oh and that you're hot as hell with an ass that won't quit."

"you talked about my ass?"

"okay, i didn't say the last part," ian amends, "your ass belongs to just me. but i meant everything else i said."

"you really are a sappy fucker."

"you love it."

"i'd love it even more if i didn't have to be your chauffeur every day, at least they get paid to drive back and forth."

"you come with me to the picnic, i'll pay you with favours in bed. i'll even throw in a big tip."

"a big tip, huh..."

#here's a fluffy fic for you anon 😌✨#gallavich ficlet #ian x mickey #michy ficlet #gallavich fic #my words #gallavich

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heartbreak-sandwich · 2 years ago

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Billy Hargrove is your boyfriend 💕

“Baby.” All other words ceased to exist as Billy’s brain flatlined at the sight of you in your new bodycon pleather halter dress. You stood in front of your vanity mirror applying a red lipstick and giving your hair a final spritz before standing up straight and shrugging.

Moving over to your bed to put on your shoes, you were surprised when Billy wordlessly bent down to kneel in front of you, taking your left foot in his hand and resting it on his knee. He picked up the left leopard print boot and worked it carefully on, zipping it up to the top, and repeating his actions with the other, eyes running over and over you, and you could swear he was almost salivating.

“Is this okay?” you asked, gesturing to your outfit, hair, and shoes.

“Okay?” His eyes widened. “Why wouldn’t it be okay?” With the other boot zipped, he stood and offered a hand to help you up.

“It’s not too much?”

“Definitely not.”

“Well, what is it then?” He lifted your hand and spun you around slowly.

“Gorgeous, stunning, ravishing comes to mind. You’re breakin’ my heart already,” he smirked, pulling you in closer, eyes locked with yours.

“Aww, do you need me to kiss it better?” You smiled wide and rested your hands over his heart through his unbuttoned shirt.

“Always,” he replied, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, the smell of his mint gum and spicy aftershave reminding you that this is home.

✨ Nicknames for you: Babe, dollface, sweet thing (This defaults to “baby” when he’s turned on, and sometimes that’s the only word he can say when he sees you looking like an absolute snack.)

💕 Love language: physical touch/acts of service

Insists on being your personal chauffeur and bodyguard under any circumstances.

Even if he’s preoccupied with something, he is still touching you in some way, i.e. resting a hand on your thigh while he drives.

Loves to show you off wherever you go together with his arm around you.

Offering to fix your car, help you with the yard work, and taking care of the dishes after your meals together.

Takes you on drives to listen to music and talk about life together. He knows all the best places to park where you two can be alone and enjoy a beautiful view of the lights of the town, or a hidden stream, or the best hideout to see all of the stars.

He loves having you close to him. He will absentmindedly move to be near you in any room or situation. No matter what is going on around you, the two of you are like magnets, always finding your way back to each others’ sides.

Loses all functioning capacity when you walk into a room, having to stop and take time to stare at you, gawking and speechless, before running his hands over you and telling you how appetizing you look. He is completely obsessed with you, obviously.

💋 Kissing Billy: He is all fire and intensity. With strong hands and lips, every time kissing Billy is a dizzy adventure, and his experience level means he’s the best at what he does. Whether it’s lazy, smiley kisses tangled in the bed sheets or rough and tumble lip biting between ass grabs and muffled growls, he is always giving 110% for you. Pushing his curls out of his eyes before a kiss always earns you a warm, blinding smile from him.

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gerneralife · 1 year ago

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hilarychuff · 2 months ago

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A Real Royal Fuck Up

a princess diaries au drabble

inspired by this au graphic; find the first in the series here and the second in the series here and the third in the series here or read all four chapters so far on ao3 here

Arya told him he’d need to come up with something big to get Sansa to forgive him, something to convince her that his apology was worth accepting. Something “a lot better,” she’d said, than just an admission that he was wrong and that he’d been stupid and that he was too busy juggling all the prince stuff and wallowing in his own pity party to see what was really going on around him. So when his aunt reminded him about the Annual Valyrian Ball, he thought he’d found the solution. Daenerys had been bringing it up to nag him about whether he would be officially accepting the title of prince and embracing his responsibilities as the heir to the throne (to nag him about whether he was even really capable of doing the job), and he hadn’t been able to give her an answer, but it had given him an idea. After all, a royal ball seemed like as good an opportunity as he was going to get to try to make things right with Sansa.

Only she’s making it sort of impossible to invite her. She hasn’t stopped avoiding him yet, pretending to be out or in the shower whenever he calls the Stark household and asks for her. During school, she’s started eating her lunch in some mysterious location that both Arya and Robb refuse to give up. His aunt’s people have finally signed off on all of the Starks’ background checks — begrudgingly hand-waving away the police reports from some of Arya’s more troublesome adventures — which means carpooling in the limo is back on the table, but Sansa’s not going for that either. Whenever he pulls up to their house, only Arya meets him at the curb, and Sansa is always already gone. Apparently, she’s started riding with Robb, joining him each morning for the arduous trek across town as he heads over to his girlfriend’s place, chauffeurs her to the girls only academy twenty minutes away, and then finally points his car back in the direction of his own school.

The one time Jon had managed to sneak away from his aunt’s tutoring lessons and come back in the afternoon, flowers in hand as he rang the bell, Catelyn Stark had been the one to answer. She’d collected the bouquet he’d brought and curtly assured him she’d pass along the news of his visit, but she’d also promptly shut the door in his face. She hadn’t even hinted at whether or not Sansa was inside or when a good time to try again might be. He’d just been left standing there on the front porch until he’d eventually given up and gone home.

Jon is sure there’s something to be said for giving Sansa her space, waiting until she’s ready to talk to him — but, well, he just doesn’t really have the time for that. With the ball just days away now, he’s finally resorted to desperate measures, and that means cornering her at her uncle’s garage during her shift.

Still, it’s not exactly going well. As much as he’s taking advantage of her impeccable customer service manners to prolong their interaction, ignoring the way she says every sentence like it’s meant to be the end of their conversation, he still can’t quite get her to engage. And their business exchange is almost over. Benjen already finished the final repairs on the car for him as a favor (though he suspects what really happened is Sansa begged her uncle to do the work so Jon wouldn’t have an excuse to hang around), Jon has already traded the money he owes for the keys, and now all that’s left is waiting for her ancient office printer to spit out his receipt. Soon, she won’t have any reason to continue politely responding at all, so he plays dumb for the third time and decides to stop beating around the bush.

“So, uh, I don’t know if you’ve heard from Robb or Arya or anything, but the Valyrian Ball is coming up,” he tries, leaning in closer over the counter, drumming his fingers on top of it.

“Oh?” she says without meeting his eyes. Considering the way he can’t seem to take his off her, it feels like an impressive feat.

“It’s actually going to be here this year. In America, I mean. Usually it’s in Valyria because — well, you know. Anyway, my aunt wants to use it to welcome me to the family. Or introduce me as her heir or whatever to all of the other, uh, world leaders and ambassadors and stuff. But mom didn’t want me to miss more school, so Daenerys figured we could do it here.”

“Well,” Sansa says, offering him a cursory curve of her lips that’s more polite grimace than a real smile, “I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”

So the soft float isn’t going to work, then.

He decides to go for broke.

“Actually,” Jon continues, unable to keep a tiny note of hope from slipping into his voice. “Actually, I was thinking that we might have a great time.”

Sansa stills. She’s leaning over some paperwork she’s been pretending to focus on at her desk, and her long red hair is hiding most of her face from view, but he presses in a little closer to the counter.

“I thought, if you wanted, you could be my date for the evening. And you could get ready with my aunt, do the whole hair, makeup, nails, glam team thing. She’s got a stylist and a tailor and a whole bunch of wardrobe options so you could have your pick of designer gowns and stuff like that. And then we could go in the limo together. The full princess treatment. It’s already all arranged if you, uh — if you want.”

Jon holds his breath while he waits for her answer. While he waits for any sort of hint about what exactly her answer is going to be. But Sansa doesn’t move, not really, not until she finally tucks her hair behind her ear and looks up at him with an expression so carefully schooled that his heart drops immediately into his stomach.

“That’s sweet of you to offer,” she says. “But if you’re looking for someone to be your royal guest, I really think Margaery would be better suited for the role. Is there anything else I can help you with in regards to your car?”

He almost wants to say that she could go ahead and run him over with it, since clearly he might as well just lay down and die. Instead, he shakes his head. When she slides his printed receipt across the counter to him, he takes it wordlessly, and then he backs away from her desk.

“Uh, thanks again,” he says as he holds the paper up, almost waving it at her. “I guess I’ll just… see you around.”

She doesn’t respond, just gives him another practiced smile that might as well manifest tire tracks across his chest, and he doesn’t need to see anything else. Can’t stand her looking at him like that for another second. So he turns and leaves and heads for his car parked out on the street, where he may or may not debate just letting it roll into traffic for a good 15 minutes before he finally shifts gears and drives home.

–

“OK. Be honest. Am I stupid?” Jon asks the next time he gets a minute alone with Robb.

Well, not alone, really. They’re in gym, jogging around the track with the rest of the class, but it’s private enough as they weave in and around everyone else while keeping perfect pace with each other. They haven’t been talking so far, but Robb doesn’t seem phased by the question.

“I mean. Sometimes,” he answers without looking over. “But why?”

Jon takes a second to organize his thoughts, trying to figure out the best way to present his problem.

“OK,” he says again. “So I stood Sansa up, right?”

“Correct.”

“Right. But honestly, like. I kind of thought Sansa had already stood me up.”

“What do you mean?”

Neither of them slows down, but when Jon glances over, he can see the way Robb’s brow is wrinkled in confusion. It’s not judgment, but Jon still feels his hackles rise.

“Well! She was ignoring me!” he argues, voice raising before he manages to get a handle on himself. “Or at least I thought she was. But then Arya was like, ‘OK, well did you actually reach out to her and she ignored you? Or did Sansa just not cater to your whims and come to you?’ Does that make any sense?”

Robb takes a second to mull it over before shrugging the question off.

“Honestly? No. It does not. But Arya has told me before that I am also kind of stupid. So it might be me.”

Jon huffs out a heavy exhale as they round one corner of the field.

“I mean. I just don’t get it,” he admits. “Like. She liked me! And then she didn’t. But really she did the whole time? And I’m just supposed to know?”

Jon sighs again, stealing a glance over at Robb.

“How did you get Jeyne to date you?”

“I don’t know, dude. Girls are a mystery to me,” Robb answers. “I’m pretty sure Jeyne, like… seduced me. Anyway, it’s not my business how I got here. I’m just glad to be here.”

“I just — OK! Like — So Arya basically yelled at me the other day, right? And tried to kill me with a bunch of tennis balls? But she also kind of made it seem like I still have a shot with Sansa as long as I make it up to her.”

“OK,” Robb says. “Sure.”

“And of course I, like. Apologized to Arya. About her show, and she accepted. But she said she was letting me off easy, at least other than the trying to kill me with tennis balls part, and that I would need to come up with something better for Sansa. So that means I need to do something way bigger than an apology, right? And then I learned about this annual Valyrian ball thing, and I pulled all these strings to get plus ones so I could invite you and Arya and Sansa and your parents and Benjen and everyone and, I don’t know, I thought maybe Sansa and I could take the limo together. And she could come and get ready with a whole… glam team or whatever and be waited on hand and foot like something out of a movie. The full royal treatment. But when I asked her, she just said Margaery is better princess material and basically told me to fuck off.”

“Oh. Well, if that’s what she said, that’s probably why she was being weird last week.”

Jon’s head snaps around so he can look at Robb directly.

“You thought she was being weird last week?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t know why, but actually it kind of makes sense.”

Robb keeps running, his pace so effortlessly even that Jon thinks he must not know he basically just confessed to being the keeper of all the universe’s sacred secrets.

“What makes sense?” Jon asks, practically ready to fall to his knees and beg. “What? What makes sense? Please tell me. I would be tearing my hair out in clumps if I hadn’t just cut it short.”

Robb glances over, eyebrows up like he’s surprised to find Jon taking this all so seriously. When Jon just stares back him, wordless, a little crinkle forms between Robb’s brow, and then he gives a casual shrug.

“It’s the princess thing.”

When Jon still just stares, Robb frowns again.

“The princess thing? With Joffrey and Margaery? You’re looking at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“Pretend I don’t,” Jon urges. “Pretend I don’t know what you’re talking about. Pretend I’m the stupidest person you’ve ever met in your life.”

Robb snorts.

“OK,” he says, playing along. “Well, you remember Sansa dated Joffrey.”

“Correct,” Jon agrees, “though I do not know what she ever saw in him for even one second.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Robb agrees. “But, I mean. You and me knew him already. Sansa was a freshman and she’d never met him before. He was older. Jeyne says a lot of girls do think he’s hot. And I guess he was, like… nice to Sansa at first? She says? Like, I remember he gave her a lot of presents. Between you and me, my parents thought it was really weird. And, like. Tacky? I think? But, I mean, I get it. Who doesn’t like presents, right? Anyway, at one point Joffrey gives her this, like. Ring? I don’t know. I wasn’t really sure if it was supposed to be a promise ring or what, but my parents both thought it was really weird, and then there was something that I don’t fully remember or maybe never got where Ayra found a note that Joffrey left Sansa? My dad wanted to talk to Joffrey’s parents about it, but then Sansa snuck out to try and talk to Joffrey first, but then I guess he dumped her anyway.”

Jon blinks.

“OK,” he says, and then repeats it. “OK. This is a lot to digest, but I’m following enough, I think.”

“Yeah,” Robb agrees. “But Joffrey was just a real dick about the whole thing. Like, he waited until the day of the homecoming dance to do it. And he told everyone at school that it was because she was being a total diva about her royal court campaign and demanding they get a stretch limo to take them out for dinner at some fancy restaurant and all this stuff. And then by the next week, he was dating Margaery, and everyone was like, ‘Oh, Margaery is already rich and popular, so obviously she’s not a gold digger,’ blah blah blah.”

An echo of that weekend crashes over him, scorching hot fire licking up his throat as he remembers what Joffrey said at the beach.

Gold diggers… Some of them are frigid fucking bitches.

Jon’s going to murder him. He’s going to wrap his hands around Joffrey’s throat and choke him until he dies. The Baratheons had wanted him expelled after the whole ice cream cone incident, but he’s prepared to go to prison for this. His aunt will just have to get over herself and make Elia Martell’s kids her heirs.

Robb doesn’t seem to notice his crisis.

“I don’t remember what exactly the deal was,” he continues, “but yeah, anyway, people talked for a long time about how Sansa was only using Joffrey so she could win princess and then he went and traded her in for the queen, so that’s probably why she was weird about the royalty thing.”

“What?” Jon says, and then he remembers how this all came up. “Oh, yeah. Oh. Yeah. Oh, fuck. Yeah, so that’s why she said the weird thing about Margaery.”

“OK,” Robb says, “I’m starting to get the stupid accusations now. No, I mean, obviously you picked the worst possible person to go on a date with, like the Sansa-Margaery rivalry thing is very real and everybody knows about it, but the reason she would’ve been acting weird even before that is because of the princess thing. Like she probably didn’t want people to start accusing her of just trying to be a princess again once everyone found out that you’re, you know, an actual prince.”

Jon’s stomach drops. His throat goes dry. It’s only a decade’s worth of practice and effort that keeps the rest of his body moving forward as his mind starts to spin out.

“So she just can’t ever be around me again? Because of who my family is?” he asks, voice brittle even to his own ears. “Even if the Margaery thing never happened, because of fucking Joffrey Baratheon, we could never have — then how am I supposed to —”

A frustrated growl rumbles through his chest.

“You’re saying there’s just nothing I could’ve —”

Robb finally lessens his pace, slowing first to a jog and then eventually a walk, hands laced over the top of his head. Jon matches his speed, though his gait ends up as more of a stomp than anything else.

“Look, man, I don’t know really,” Robb admits. “Like I said, all of this stuff is sort of… above my pay grade or whatever. I’m not saying never. I just know these last few years have been hard on her with people talking in that way at school. And considering the kind of limelight you’re in these days, I don’t know. Seems like that would be hard, too. Maybe it’s for the best, you know?”

Jon scrubs his hands over his face and camera flashes burst behind his closed eyes, tabloid headlines screaming against the inside of his skull. He sighs again, trying to run his fingers through curls that are no longer there, before his arms drop bonelessly back to his sides.

“I don’t know,” he admits, exhaustion leaking into every letter. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t know.”

–

He’s not really sure where all of it leaves him. Dateless for the ball, for one. It’s not like he’s going to take Sansa’s suggestion, after all. Bringing Margaery would certainly help salvage his reputation as a gentleman on the international stage, but going out with her even once had been pretty much the worst idea he’d ever had. He hadn’t been aware of all of the homecoming court stuff, but he’d known that Margaery sort of stole Sansa’s boyfriend. That should’ve been enough for him to not even touch it.

Now, he can’t help but wonder if he did it maybe just a little bit on purpose. Stepped into the role of Sansa’s boyfriend, waiting to be stolen, like that could convince her to see him in that light again after she’d already come to her senses and moved on.

Only it turned out she hadn’t moved on. And she had tried to find a way to still be with him. Just one that was away from prying eyes. According to Arya, Sansa had been at Benjen’s garage, and she’d waited for him to show up for hours just so they could share a pizza in privacy.

But being his date to a royal ball held in honor of the fact that he could one day potentially rule a whole actual country — it isn’t exactly under the radar. It would subject her to the same sort of international scrutiny he’s already drowning in, and unlike most people he has his aunt’s PR people to help keep him afloat. Sansa doesn’t deserve to have to go through that in any capacity, even if it were only contained to high school gossip.

So maybe Robb is right. Maybe it will be for the best that things didn’t work out. And maybe he should’ve never asked her to the ball in the first place.

Honestly, it's no wonder she hates him now more than ever.

It’s just — he doesn’t know what to do next. If there’s anything left to do at all. And if he can’t even figure out how to navigate relations with a single teenage girl who already liked him enough to ask him out, how is he supposed to be a world leader negotiating peace and trades and leading diplomacy efforts for a whole entire country?

It all seems so impossible. He can’t do it. Can’t do anything.

So maybe he just won’t.

He can leave. His mom did once. If he ignores the part where her running away to Europe as a teenager is part of the chain of events that led them all here, it’s actually sort of the perfect solution. If nobody knows where he is, the paparazzi can’t keep snapping photos of him designed to bring shame to his royal lineage. If his aunt is unable to find him, she’ll be forced to figure out her succession crisis on her own. Finally, after all these weeks, he’ll be able to put down the burden of actual international fucking affairs and go back to being some stupid nobody kid.

He just has one thing he needs to do first, and then he and Ghost are getting the hell out of this town.

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Wild Nights || CL16 {5}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x songstress!reader Summary: You show your support for Charles and he shows his support for you. Warnings: 18+only, just Charles being himself WC: 2k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Epilogue

“Hurry up or you’re going to be late to your own show,” Bea urged as she tugged at your arm. “Come on, we have to go!”

You rose on your tiptoes and tried to look over the sea of people. “Just one more minute.”

“I gave you ten.”

You checked your phone again but there was no new message from Charles since his last update that he was just going to quickly shower. You had briefly seen him before the free practice, but other than a few quiet words in the back of Ferrari’s hospitality you hadn’t really spent any time with him since landing in Las Vegas.

You had thought scheduling concerts in the same city would mean seeing more of Charles but nothing was ever quite that simple.

Sighing, you sent him a message apologising for leaving without a proper goodbye and reminded him not to wait up for you. It would be late by the time you finished the show and he needed an early night before his qualifying race, but hopefully you were able to find a few minutes together in the morning before he left.

The drive through the city was long with traffic congestion and you spent most of it checking your phone to the point that Bea leaned over and ripped it from your hands.

“Hey!” you growled as she tossed it into the front seat beside the chauffeur. “I was using that.”

“No, you were distracted by it.” She grabbed a bottle of champagne from the minifridge and popped the cork. “Here, bottoms up.”

“Classy,” you murmured as you took the bottle and drank straight from it.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and took it back for a quick swig of her own. “At least I know it will get you to relax. Luckily your makeup has survived the day, there won’t be time to redo it.”

“There was a time when you said I didn’t need make up, is this you saying I’m getting ugly?”

“Pfft, bitch, please. If I thought you were ugly I would tell it to you straight, like a good friend. You’re beautiful and I’m jealous, I just thank god I have these,” she said as she grabbed her boobs for emphasis. “They kill my back, but they look damn good.”

“Forget your back, I heard they nearly killed Pierre,” you chuckled. “I think his fans would have a problem if you accidentally smothered him with those.”

“At least he would die happy and doing what he loved. Imagine that obituary.”

“I’d rather not.” Your nose wrinkled at the thought of any type of obituary for a racer, it was an all too real possibility you tried not to dwell on.

Bea agreed quietly with another drink from the bottle and cast her eyes out the window, taking in the bright lights of the strip. She nearly spit out her mouthful at the sight of an electronic billboard advertising the first Las Vegas F1 race. “Wow, they really got him again?”

You leaned over the seat and saw the ad of Charles decked out in a glittering jacket, elvis wig and pink feather boa as a deck of cards rained down. A laugh bubbled up as you took the bottle back and brought it up to your lips with a dopey smile. “He’s too sweet and trusting, a little gullible too.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she joked as the car pulled into the service entrance of the MGM. and she took the half empty bottle away. “Can’t have you drunk on opening night.”

“Can I have my phone back?”

She reached through the front and grabbed it off the seat. “Fine, but no moping like a sad sap because we have to run.”

The door to the car opened to an entourage of people chiding you for the tardiness and you were hustled through the back channels of the building, stopping briefly in a room little larger than a closet to change outfits before you reached the backstage area.

“You have five minutes,” the head coordinator warned as Bea arrived with a cup of lemon, ginger and honey tea to help warm your vocal chords.

You thanked her as you sipped the hot drink and felt your phone vibrate with a notification as Scuderia Ferrari’s Instagram went live. ‘Music Challenge’ was the caption and you waved Bea over knowing they were always entertaining.

“Oh, I love this song,” Charles exclaimed as he nodded his head along.

“You say that every time,” Carlos complained.

“Kill Bill?”

“Correct!” The interviewer confirmed as Carlos groaned and fell back into the couch in defeat.

“How do you know that?”

“I listen to a lot of music.”

They both fell silent as the next song started and they both smashed their hands on their little bells.

“Flowers,” Carlos shouted. “Flowers, flowers, I got it first.”

“You got it loudest,” Charles disputed but the moment the next song started he was jumping up and pinging his bell in time. “Y/N, Love You Need!” He turned to Carlos and blew him a kiss. “It’s my song.”

“That’s not fair, I don’t have a song.”

“I’m sure someone has written a song about you, probably not a love song though,” Charles teased before he checked his watch. “Ay, I need to go or the next song she writes about me won’t be happy either. Ciao!”

“He quit so I win, right?”

“No, no, no I didn’t quit.” Charles paused his exit to point an accusing finger back at his teammate. “You took so long fixing your hair that we started late.”

“Still, I win, because you’re leaving.”

“See this,” Charles turned to the camera, his hand still waving to his team mate, “he doesn’t care about winning, he’s just upset he wasn’t invited to Y/N’s concert. Carlos?”

Carlos batted his eyelashes with a smile. “Yes, Charles?”

“Would you like to come with me?”

Carlos was already on his feet. “I thought you would never ask.”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Vamos, we’re late.”

You turned to Bea as the live feed ended and you shoved your phone into the storage cupboard beside the stairs leading to the stage. “Did you know he was coming?”

“Duh, who do you think set him up with a backstage pass?” She shrugged and put her own phone away along with her jacket. “I gave him a few in case he wanted to bring some friends.”

You cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “You mean Pierre…”

“I mean friends, and if that happens to be Pierre then I have no problem with that.”

You didn’t have an opportunity to tease her further about the commitment issues the two of them had before a microphone was shoved into your hands and you were pointed to the stage entrance.

“Kill it babe!” Bae shouted with a thumbs up as she jogged around to the other stage entrance for her cue.

The sold out crowd was a swirling mass of energy and it swelled as you stepped into the spotlight, their screams barely blocked by the earpieces that you had pushed into your ears as you took the stairs. The rush of seeing the excitement on their faces never ceased to amaze you and you bounced on your toes eagerly.

“What’s up, Las Vegas? Are you doing alright tonight?” Their responding screams shook the stage and widened your grin. “That’s good to hear, because, for me, well, I’m Fine.”

The music started and remembered the day you started writing the song, taking off from Monaco. It had begun as a tribute to Bea and the friendship you shared but then as the weeks went by and Charles stayed in touch it had evolved. It really was a song for any sort of relationship and why it was one of your favourites after Love You Need.

“Woke up too early, Almost put salt in my coffee, Oh, I thank God that you stopped me before that.”

You grinned to the shadows where you knew Bea was waiting, having been the inspiration for the line.

“Tripped over something, Spilt it all over your front seat, Didn't even say I'm sorry about that.”

You had been so frazzled trying to clean the mess up in Charles’ ridiculously expensive car that you had forgotten to apologise at the time. You had made it up to him later, and luckily it hadn’t stained, probably credit to the expensive upholstery.

“On and on, it's just more of the same And even when you ask if I'm okay… I try to say I'm fine (I'm fine).”

The drummer came in with the heavy beat for the chorus and the hands in the crowd waved in time as Bea jumped into the spotlight for her parts. This was what made it a favourite of yours, when she grasped your hand like she had when you had broken down over your ex. She had called you on your bullshit when you said you were fine and she had been there through the worst. It made performing this with her even more special.

The entire concert was going to be even more special knowing Charles was going to be in the crowd soon and he knew exactly which songs were devoted to him.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he was coming because he balanced you, and everything was equal between you. You supported him in his races whenever you could make it to them and he supported you when he could make it to yours, but you knew how tired he would have been after his day.

There were thousands of people beyond the blindly bright lights of the stage but somehow you knew where to look when you felt the energy shift halfway into the set. And there he was.

He must have changed in the car as he was no longer wearing the bold red Ferrari shirt, opting for more sedate casual clothes to blend in with the crowd. It didn’t exactly stay that way when you pointed to him during one of his songs, singing the lines solely for him and drawing the attention to him.

“Can we stay frozen in time, in between hello and goodbye?”

You collapsed onto the bed of the hotel still riding the high from the concert and Charles fell down with you, equal parts of happiness and exhaustion warring in his eyes.

“You should get some sleep,” you said as you rolled onto your side to face him so you could cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over the 5 o’clock shadow along his jaw.

“I will soon,” he murmured as his arm curled over your waist and pulled you closer. “I just want to hold you for a little while.” He tucked you into the curve of his body until there wasn’t any space left between you, his cheek resting atop your head. “You make me so proud, seeing you living your dream. I wish I could be at every concert.”

“Me too,” you sighed longingly. “It’s the hardest thing when we have to say goodbye.”

His chest rose and fell slowly as he relaxed in the embrace, bordering on the edge of sleep. “You’ve never asked me not to race.”

“Why would I do that?” You pulled back to see his face and recognised the look. It was something his ex had asked of him. “Would the moon ask the sun not to rise? No, because both are equally important and their paths still cross. We are the sun and the moon.”

You felt his smile as he kissed your forehead. “Am I the moon or the sun?”

“The moon,” you stated as you tipped your head back so you could stare into those gorgeous eyes if his. “You are there to lighten my darkest nights.”

“And you make my day infinitely brighter.”

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