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Something bout relationships
Oh no, they are fighting. But they should be all happy, giddy husbands, right? Nah. No marriage or relationship is ever just happy. And this one isnt an exception at all. But dw, they still love eo. Lil writing wip towards the pic under the cut <3
"Johnny?" Vin set down his cup and stood up from the desk, just to sit down back next to his partner. "Mmh?", he looked up from his guitar to his husband, his brows furrowed in a questioning manner. Johnny was trying to finish this song, and usually Vince wouldnt interrupt him with not important stuff at times like this. Vince scooted a bit closer, hesistating to directly spit out what he was thinking for a while and needed to adress badly. "You know, we are kinda in a poly-ship with Ker and Vel, right?" A screeching sound from the guitar strings was the only sound for a moment between them. "What-" Vince took a deep breath and looked at his husband, playing around with the ring on his hand. A small smile formed on his lips as all the memories flooded him. "Come on Johnny. I dont mean it in any negative way, but-" "No. No fucking but. We are not in ANY relationship with them. At all.", Johnny stared at him angrily, like he just took the biggest punch in the guts.
After a moment of silence, Johnny stood up and paced through the living room. And Vince fully well knew to just let him ponder for a few minutes, give him room to let out all the anger and negative emotions. Still watching Johnnys ever step, seeing him attempt to say something a few times, just to close his mouth again before speaking. Finally he stopped in his movement and looked at Vince, less angry and more confused now, but still so full of energy. Vince almost smirked, but he knew to well that it would only enrage Johnny right now, but good god, was he cute like that.
"What do you mean with that even?", finally Johnny found his words, even in a kinda calm and collected manner. "Well. We spend much time together, either staying at our Mansion, or Kers. We slept together in one bed quite a few times. We have very casually Sex between the four of us. We go on Dates together, all four of us, just me and Vel or you and Ker. This feels quite a bit like dating-light, dont you think?" Vince watched him again, but this time dont gave him the room to say something against it, but stood up and placed his hands on Johnnys hips. He could feel the slight reaction, the minimal shock of Johnny, but he would not jump away form his husband. Not anymore. "I know you try to make us all believe that you dont like Vel-" "I do not like him, that is no make believe." "Mhm. Sure. Thats why the two of you cuddle together on the couch with Nibbles, watching goofy sitcoms? Or that the reason why you want him on your lap when nobody else is around? Or maybe-" "Stop it Vin! I am not into him, and I do not like him!", the anger was boiling in the rockerboy and now he pushed Vince from himself to start once more to pace through the room. "I am only doing this for your and Kers sake. Not for this homeless idiot. He is taking advantage of both of you, nothing more, nothing less." "No. Come on Johnny, you dont mean that." "I fully mean that V! How can you be so blind? He searched a sugardaddy and found two! Congrats."
"Johnny-", a sigh left Vince as he tried to calm his husband down again, carefully placing his hands without much pressure on Johnnys forearms. Johnny stopped and stared at Vince, the anger boiling in his gaze, his muscles twitching from the deep overstimulating emotions. "I know this is a tricky topic for you, and I know you still have your very personal problems with your sexuality besides everything me, but please. I know you dont mean it like this, J. It is a weird situation, I know that. I never thought that anything alike would happen, especially after all we been through. After all we tested with Ker and Billy. But things change, and I -" "Nothing changed on that part." Johnny crossed his arms and was fully pouting "Sure I enjoy the sex with Ker, he's a good lover. But thats all." "Mhm. Sure.", Vince shook his head amused by Johnnys antics "Thats why its always Vel on your cock, because you love Ker that much."
Anger, hatred, a nervous twitching that almost looked like he holded back to just punch him straight, all that played in Johnnys face and body for a few seconds, staring at Vince for this comment and his attitude. "That-that isn't true. Yall just cannot get enough of my cock, thats it."
Vince rolled his eyes, but he was used to Johnnys defensive stance towards anything about his sexuality. Of course, Johnny Silverhand wasnt gay or even bi. He was just slightly into one man, and that only because they shared a brain. Nothing more. He would never enjoy anything else. Vin let go of Johnnys arms and turned, heading to the window and staring outside for a moment. As always, the city was loud and agressive. Just like their situation right now, maybe it was again time for a trip through the badlands to detox from it all.
"V-", his voice was almost apoleptic, somewhat deeply hurt. This man was full of trauma he would never truely be done with. But Vin didnt turned. He didnt wanted it to be such a big fight to get Johnny to even admit he may enjoyed being around Vel and Ker much lately. But he should have seen it coming. The last time they tried something kinda poly, it escalated even quicker, and much more violently. He leaned his forehead against the window, the glass cooling his mind. "What do you wanna hear from me, Johnny? All I said is true. We both know this. But you are still not able to be true to yourself. You are still trying-" he stopped in his words as he felt Johnnys arms wrapping around him, and the head of the rockerboy being on his shoulder. "I know.", was all Johnny said before he just silently cuddled with Vince. Vince closed his eyes for a moment and leaned against the frame of his rockerboy husband, a silent laugh escaping him "You know, that you are an idiot?" "Mmh. And you are a dumbass. Thats why we fit together so well." Vince turned in his embrace, facing him with a cheeky grin. "So you really not gonna admit that you like Vel?" "Never gonna happen." "Cause you know, you gonna be alone here with him next weekend, right?" Johnny looked confused at him, trying to get why that should be the case. "He's not with Kerry?" "Nah. Kerry gonna be on this little Promo Party, in Pacifica. And I am on a big gig. Kids spending the weekend at MamĂĄ Welles.", Vince smile grew, as he saw the realization in Johnnys face bloom. "So its just me and Vel." "Mhm" "I not gonna survive this."
#cyberpunk 2077#johnny silverhand#male v#cyberpunk2077#silverv#vincesmidt#otpbluerocker#mention of vel and ker#wip wednesday#wip whenever#ig thats writing from the main timeline fic in the end#because thats just the canon#double V for the win#otp: poly with extra steps
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The Sun,
The Star,
The Moon,
and MarsâŚ
The beginning of those to come.
AAAAAAAAAA ITS DOOOONNNNEEEE IM SO PROUD OF THIS THING YALL HAVE NO IDEA!!
IâVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS THING FOR OVER 5
F U C K I N G
M O N T H S.
SO MANY VIDEO ESSAYSâŚ
For those who donât know what tf this is, itâs a custom gem art I ordered online (with artists permission) like the ones u can get at (insert art store name).
This is also 3ft (97cm) long. For reference on how fucking big this thing is thereâs is a picture of me holing it up and last I checked Iâm roughy 5â4â (pic at bottom so this post ainât so fucking long)
But yeah Iâm absolutely in love with this and still need to slap some mod podge over this behemoth. My next project is a little more reasonable and Iâve already got permission from a new artist to use her work!
(Also little ittle watchers (read in The Click voice))
This original art was done by @skimmeh (LOOK ITS DONE :D)
#Itâs kinda funny that this took so long it became outdated with Scar winning secret life but that shall be rectified#omg I can finally clean off my desk-#thanks for the notes on previous posts yall ;v;#time for a fuck ton of tags so I can get a ego boost :D#I know this feels like Iâm posting on YT or TikTok but idk how else to post here#proud of myself#grian#grian fanart#watcher grian fanart#third life#desert duo#scott smajor#dangthatsalongname#last life#pearlescentmoon#double life#martyn inthelittlewood#inthelittlewood#limited life#life smp#life series art#life series#goodtimeswithscar#gtwscar#secret life smp#limited life smp#double life smp#last life smp#third life smp#gem art
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where are the cameron/cuddy shippers bc there is no way iâm the only one seeing this????
cuddyâs unfortunate attraction to anyone whoâs impertinent after they cause problems on purpose + cameronâs habit of looking up at every older authority figure with doe eyes before she starts a fightâŚâŚ..yeah, gay sex would fix them
#repressed bisexuality md#(but this time itâs the women)#s3e6 you are so beloved to me#if they share a closet theyâll have double the lacy bralettes/v-neck shirts to wear#(a win for the sapphics)#what are they putting into the coffee machine to make every member of the diagnostics department such a brat#lisa cuddy#allison cameron#house md
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i forgot how fucking frustrating the chat is around deduction star. this is your friendly reminder to NOT VOTE LILY, EMIL, OR ALVA ON GLOBAL, BECAUSE THEY ARE WINNING ON CN AND WILL GET SKINS ANYWAY. we fucking predicted this y'all please get your shit together
#rambling#i love deduction star!! (said through gritted teeth and ripping my hair out)#idv#identity v#unsurprisingly emil is also winning on global and like#i love him but stop double voting PLEASE#this year we could have six winners. we fucking could. please
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Jimmy Lee, Double Dragon V: The Shadow Falls [SNES] (Leland Interactive Media/ Tradewest)
#jimmy#gaming#double dragon v#ddv#snes#leland interactive media#tradewest#leland#winquote#win quote#dojo#quote#game quote#jimmy lee
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iâm freeeeeee !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#from a month of shite ! fuck. me#just handed in my three lab reports and all i have left to do is an exam. a ca and another report and theyre all due next week or later !#like i still have so much studying to do and lectures to catch up on and exams are v v soon but !#i no longer have four hour labs three to four days a week with five assignments due every week so !#i am taking the win#letting myself breathe rn#whew . and ! i didnât hand in anything late so. double win imo#i think i might tip tap tap away at my laptop for the evening n see if i can write anything. feeling vaguely hopeful#blessed.txt
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My mind has started to morph the name of the letter W to be "win" as opposed to double u.
#Objectively better name for it though#Finnish also ends up calling it the same name as V#double u#w#win#letters#letter names
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Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader
Summary: You never meant for Eddie to know that you had a crush on him. What happened when he found out, courtesy of Mike Wheeler's big mouth?
WC: 2.6k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), angst to fluff to smut and then back to fluff?? I don't even know, idiots in love, p in v, semi-public sex (we get it on in the van, baby)
Part of @cherrycolored-punk's Softember event!
Divider credit to @saradika
Friday, May 16, 1986: the day you determined that Mike Wheeler was the worst.Â
You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, it couldnât be easy growing up in Nancyâs perfect shadow. Just the time you spent working with her on the school newspaper was exhausting.Â
That was where you were currently sprinting from, weaving through the empty hallways towards the drama room. Leave it to Nancy to schedule an emergency newspaper meeting on a Friday afternoon.Â
âSorry, sorry, sorry.â You kept your head down as you breezed into the Hellfire meeting. Even without looking, you could feel the guys glaring at you. The only thing less forgivable than missing a campaign was interrupting one.Â
Gareth let out a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. âNice of you to join us, Lady Atwood.â He shifted forward in his seat. âYouâre in luck todayâour fearless Dungeon Master has yet to grace us with his presence.â
You wrinkled your nose, only then noticing that Eddieâs throne remained empty. âWhere is he?â
From his spot at the table, Mike Wheeler scoffed. âSurprised you donât know, considering youâre basically in love with him.â
You were about to refute his statement, or at least give him a well-deserved middle finger, when you heard a clattering behind you.Â
Like metal hitting the floor tiles.
No. No, no no noâŚ
âS-Sorry.â Eddie stammered. He quickly scooped up the tin lunch box that doubled as a place to stash his weed. âI had a last-minute deal. Apparently thereâs a party at McKinneyâs house tonight and he needed some, uh, provisions. So, uh, yeah.â He cleared his throat, eyes darting around the room and looking at everyone except for you. âWe can get started.â
There might as well have been a spotlight beaming down, accentuating the embarrassment written all over your face. Everyone in Hellfire knew about your crush on Eddie, but they had the decency to keep it a secret.Â
Everyone except for Mike Wheeler, apparently. God, you wanted to squish that little shit like a bug beneath your shoe.
It certainly didnât help that Eddie kept glancing at you, even when he addressed the group. Like he was waiting for you to say something about Mikeâs comment. Waiting for you to refute it, to roll your eyes and whip out a snappy comeback. Maybe he was even hoping you would.
He was probably internally cringing just thinking about you having romantic feelings for him.
âLady Atwood?â
Your gaze instinctively snapped over to Eddie when he said your name. He was looking at you, brown eyes wide with anticipation of your response.Â
Warmth crept up your neck. He had heard what Mike said about you being in love with himâhe had to have. Heâd just had the good grace to brush over it becauseâŚ
Because he didnât feel the same way and didnât want to cause you any further humiliation.
âY-Yeah?â You choked on the word, trying to put the incident behind you. But you couldnât, because the pain of unrequited feelings kept yanking on your heart, drawing tears that you desperately wished would evaporate.
âGareth the Great has proposed battling the demogorgon.â There was a hint of a smirk on Eddieâs lips. It was your first clue that the move would prove entertaining, perhaps at your characterâs demise. âWeâre waiting for your input.â
Nodding, you chewed the inside of your cheek and studied the board. Okay, it looked like winning the battle was feasible, though a bit risky. The rest of the club watched as you contemplated; Gareth especially was practically vibrating with anticipation.
Then the ceiling started leaking. Soft drops with no particular rhythm, landing on your cheeks. Just your luckâfirst Mikeâs big mouth spilled your secret, then whatever nastiness was living in Hawkins High Schoolâs pipes was now seeping into your skin.
âHoly shit, is she crying?â
Dustin Hendersonâs voice broke into your thoughts. His tone, for possibly the first time since youâd met him, held only concern with a note of snark.
Who was crying? You were the only girl in the club now that Ronnie had graduated, save for the times Erica Sinclair served as a substitute. Which meantâŚ
âWay to go, asshole.â Lucas thwacked Mike across the chest.Â
âI didnât know he was there!â
The purple fabric of your shirt darkened beneath your arms as another disconcerting flash of heat hit you. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Maybe youâd get lucky and the floor would open beneath you and swallow you up.Â
âI need to get some air.â Whether you spoke the words aloud or said them silently to yourself, you werenât sure.Â
Your feet seemed to carry you out of the room and through the schoolâs front doors. Tears blurred your vision, and you swiped them away before any other lingering students could see.Â
The air was warm, teasing of the approaching summer. God, summerâyou always spent it with Eddie, lounging by the public pool or sitting down at Lovers Lake. Youâd read a book while he pored over his Hellfire notebook, scribbling notes for future campaign ideas.Â
Would he still want to do that, to spend those long days with you, now that he knew about your pathetic crush?Â
It wasnât until you reached the parking lot that you remembered: Eddie drove you to school that morning. If you started walking now, youâd definitely get home before dark. Or maybe you could call your parents from the payphone if you managed to scrounge up the changeâ
The sound of your name stopped you in your tracks. You shouldâve kept walking the moment you saw Eddie, his frizzy curls bouncing as he jogged over to you.Â
âHey.â His hand brushed yours, though you pulled away before he could grab ahold of it. âWhere are you going?â
âHome.â
He sighed. âOkay, let me rephrase that: Why did you leave? Because of what Wheeler said?â Eddie let out a small, disbelieving laugh when you nodded. âHeâs such a little shit. Always messing with me. Iâm gonna kick his sorry ass one of these days.â
Your eyebrows shot up. Messing with Eddie? âWhat are you talking about?â
âThat joke about you being in love with me. He obviously saw me in the doorway and said it to embarrass me.â A blush crept onto Eddieâs cheeks. âYâknow, âcauseâŚâ
But you didnât know. You had no idea what he meant. And as much as Mike was a menace, he seemed sincere when he said he didnât realize that Eddie was there.Â
âBecause why?â
âBecause,â Eddieâs gaze shifted to his vanâs tires before he finally looked at you again. âBecause he knows I have this dumb crush on you, and he thinks itâs hilarious to fuck with me about it.â
Words evaded you. This had to be some sort of elaborate set-up. Eddie had a crush on you? When girls like Chrissy Cunningham and Heather Holloway lived in the very same town?Â
Impossible.Â
Not privy to the argument playing out inside your headâthank GodâEddie babbled on. âI know itâs weird. Thatâs why I havenât told youâwell, until right now. And Iâm starting to regret it, because youâre looking at me like I have three heads. So maybe Iâll just shut up now.â
âNo.â Summoning all of your courage, you took his hand in yours and managed a smile. âEddie, Mike was teasing me because I like you. More than a friend should like a friend.â
Eddieâs tongue darted out to wet his lips. âWhat if I told youâŚI donât want to just be friends?â
You let your eyes meet his. âI-I donât want to just be friends, either.â
He took a pause before he asked his next question. Your heartbeat thrummed in your ears as you waited for him to speak.
âAnd what if I did this?â One palm, callused from years of guitar playing, cupped your cheek. Eddie moved closer, his nose bumping against yours in a clumsy attempt to close the gap between you. âShit, thatâthat was supposed to be suave.â
âShut up and kiss me, Munson.â The words left your mouth before you could think them through. Your fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him back towards you and finishing what he had started.
His lips, soft and tasting vaguely of the cigarettes heâd smoked after school, crashed into yours. One hand snaked around your waist and pressed you against him until you felt his metal belt buckle through your shirt.
You moaned softly, letting his tongue into your mouth without hesitation. More, more, moreâŚyou needed more. You needed all of him.Â
It was Eddie who broke the kiss, much to your chagrin. But what he said next made up for the loss.
âSorryâŚIâm trying to be a gentleman. But itâs, uh, getting a little hard.â He chuckled, stealing another quick kiss. âPun very much intended.â
A quick glance proved that Eddie wasnât lying: His erection tantalizingly strained against his fly. What you wouldnât give to feel him inside youâŚ
âYâknow, take you on a date, tell you how pretty you look,â Eddie continued, shifting his stance in a pitiful attempt to quell his desire. âI donât wanna go at it in the school parking lot like some feral rabbits.â He waved his hand haphazardly.Â
You bit your lip, weighing your options. A date would be nice; perhaps a night at The Hawk, his arm around you as a movie played on a giant screen. Or maybe heâd take you to dinnerânothing as expensive as Enzoâs, but somewhere more romantic than your usual Bennyâs hangout.Â
A date with Eddie was something youâd only ever dreamed of. But right now, you needed to live out a different fantasy before you combusted from an overload of lust.Â
âRemember the first campaign you created this year?â Your soft voice held a sultry air despite your nerves. âIt was your most sadistic one yet. We were all ready to forfeit, but you took pity on us and gave us a hint.â
Taking a deep breath, you plunged your hand into his front pocket. âDo you remember what you said?â
Eddie shook his head. âI canât remember my own goddamn name right now, Sweetheart.â
You laughed, your finger hooking around his keyring. âYou said that sometimes, itâs better to work backwards.â
With a triumphant grin, you plucked the keys from his pocket.Â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me.â His own smile betrayed his exasperated exterior as he grabbed your hand. His van seemed a million miles away, though it was parked in one of the closest spots in the lot.Â
Eddie yanked open the back door, waiting just long enough for you to get settled before he scrambled in behind you. The moment the door closed, he pulled you on top of him.Â
You could feel him, feel his hardness, against your core. You rolled your hips instinctively, savoring the friction.Â
Hands clamped down on your denim-covered thighs. âYou gottaâŚyou canâtâŚâ Eddie choked, struggling for words. âWeâre already about to do it in my van. I donât wanna look even more pathetic by coming in my pants.â
Warmth blossomed in your body. You could imagine him sputtering out a stream of swear words as he came, flooding his own boxers with his release.Â
Maybe another day.Â
Buttons were undone, flies were unzipped, clothes were discarded into a pile in the corner of the van. It was only you and Eddie, not a single scrap of fabric between you.Â
Sweat glistened on his chest, matting down the sparse hairs that curled around his nipples. You leaned in, kissing just above the demon head tattoo etched on his pec.Â
âBaby,â he crooned. The new pet name wasnât lost on you. Your heart beat faster, a butterfly frantically flapping its wings. âBaby, I need you.â
He did need you, unless he was going to take care of his achingly hard cock by himself. The pink tip leaked with pre-cum, and if you had more room, you would have licked it clean off.Â
You settled for swiping it away with your thumb, his abdomen tightening at the sudden contact. Eddie nearly passed out on the spot when you sucked on your finger, savoring the salty taste.
âBaby,â he groaned again. âI w-wanted to get you off first, âcause I know Iâm not gonna last like this.â
âSâokay.â You lined him up with your entrance, ignoring the way your hands shook as you slowly sank down onto him. His hips bucked up almost of their own accord. âF-Fuck, EddieâŚâ
Eddie looked up at you, brown irises wide. He paused for an extra moment; maybe he really had forgotten his own name. âI know, I know,â he said finally. âGod, I fucking know, baby.âÂ
His thumb found your clit the second he composed himself, rubbing delicate circles until your toes curled. His other hand held you with just enough force to keep you stable while still being able to ride him.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He let out a breathless laugh. âIf I wake up and this was all a dream, Iâm gonna be pissed.â
You shared the same thought. What if the Eddie laying before you, curls splayed against the worn carpet of his van, groaning your nameâyour nameâwas all a mirage? Another fantasy conjured up by your lovesick brain?
âIâve never had a dream this good before.â
âMe either,â he admitted, âbut the only ones thatâve come close involve you.â
You tightened around him, your hands flush against his chest. The fact that you occupied his thoughts, unconscious or otherwise, sent a wave of arousal rolling through you. You wanted to hear every last detail of those dreams, to know exactly what turned him on.
Maybe later. Right now, your focus stayed on the way he touched you. So intentional, so precise. And Eddie worked you through your orgasm, keeping his same rhythm as you came around him.
âThere you go, pretty girl. Thatâs it,â he murmured. ââM close. Where do youâwhere can Iââ
âInside.â Youâd never been more grateful to be on the pill.Â
Eddie let himself go, unleashing a torrent of desire. He thrust into you, chasing his own release now that he knew youâd gotten yours.
It was only when he slowed his pace, milking the last drops of cum from his cock, that reality began to settle in.
You just had sex with your best friend in the back of his van, a few hundred feet away from where your friends were gathered around a DnD boardâ
âOh my God, Eddie!â Your eyes snapped open in realization. âHellfireâtheyâre still there.â
Eddie pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. You relaxed into his chest. âTheyâre smart guys when theyâre not being idiots.â The words vibrated against your skin. âIâm sure they figured out that we werenât coming back.â
He sighed, wrapping one arm around you. âCan I take you on that date now, baby? Yâknow, once we get dressed.â He smirked. âWe can go to Scoops Ahoy and split a sundae. And then, if you want, Iâll take you back to my place and undress you again?â
You scrambled for your clothes almost as quickly as youâd shed them, Eddie following suit. And as much as you wanted to have sex with him again, to really take your time and cherish each second, you were equally excited to cuddle up in a booth and share some ice cream.
Friday, May 16, 1986: the day Mike Wheelerâs lack of filter didnât completely backfire. Because it was also the day that you and Eddie Munson became boyfriend and girlfriend.
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Leaving V
Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader
Summary: You hate clay courts
It's not often that two people from the same country end up in the finals for the French Open but you and Carlos Alcaraz have taken the Rolland Garros by storm.
You weren't the biggest fan of clay courts. You didn't like the way they felt under your feet and you knew you were a bit hit and miss this entire tournament.
You always managed to win though, by the skin of your teeth sometimes. But a win is a win and both you and Carlos were representing Spain at the finals.
He was against Zverev and you were against Iga.
She was your usual partner in training, the world number one. Her coach was your coach and he had purposely decided to sit this one out because he knew he couldn't coach both of you fairly for this final.
Iga was nice though. She'd always been nice and welcoming and she helped you settle in Poland and even introduced you to the girl that would eventually become your girlfriend.
But all that was off the table as soon as she first served.
Iga was brutal on the court and you'd always known that. She was a great player, a perfect player most of the time but you had a different play style than her.
She had it all planned out. She had a style and she stuck to it.
You were a bit more reckless. You were younger and you hadn't quite worked out the way you preferred to play.
It left you in a few tricky spots throughout the Rolland Garros but you'd pushed through like you're pushing through now, getting a volley going with Iga and trying to work out how to get her to make a mistake.
You're a bit of a wildcard sometimes. You've been known to feign one way and hit the other.
The audience is used to Iga dominating a final, especially this one, but you're holding your own very well. You're battling against her well though, holding your own even as you have to regain your footing a few times on the clay ground.
It's decided, as you stumble forward and just hit the ball over, you hate clay courts with a passion.
But, still, as the minutes go by, you find your rhythm.
A rhythm that lets you try one more reckless manoeuvre that completely catches Iga off guard. She can't return it and you fall to your knees in shock.
You've just won.
You hadn't gone into this final thinking you would win. You'd gone into it hoping you'd win, for sure, but you thought that you didn't actually have a chance.
You get to your feet shakily, stumbling over to the net to shake her hand.
"Next year," She says, bringing you into a hug," Let's go for the doubles together, alright?"
You nod. "Sounds good."
You thank the umpire and you go around shaking the hands of all the ball girls. When you were younger, at one of the professional tournaments, you had been a ball girl. You knew what it was like.
Iga got given her prize, holding it up for the crowd and then you received the cup, smiling brightly in all the pictures.
You were covered in red clay as you made your way through the corridors.
Your family was waiting for you.
You went into Alexia's arms like you always did and her arms wrapped around you, completely familiar and welcome. You lean into her, sagging in relief as someone takes the cup from you so you can hug her properly.
"I'm very proud of you," She whispers," So proud of you."
"I don't like clay courts," You say back and you can feel the little chuckle of amusement from her.
"I know."
"I'm covered in muck."
"I know but you can go and shower and then we'll head back to get some food."
You giggle as you pull away. "I'm so hungry."
Alexia laughs too. "I know."
Dinner is perfect when you've got the trophy sitting next to you and Alba insisting on having dessert for a job well done.
Mama cries, like usual after you've done anything even related to tennis. Alba makes fun of her.
Alexia sneaks into your hotel room.
You both lay on your bed together, looking up at the blank ceiling.
"I don't know anything about tennis," Alexia admits," Nothing. Nothing at all."
You flick your eyes to her. "What?"
"I don't know anything about it apart from you hit the ball back and forth."
"Ale...I've been playing tennis for years."
"I know and I still don't know anything. Isn't that scary?" She's laughing a little bit. "Years taking you back and forth and getting you new rackets and outfits and watching you win. I still couldn't tell you anything about it."
You're laughing as well, almost hysterically laughing. "Well," You say through your giggles," I must be the better sister because I actually understand the rules of football."
She swats at you with an eye roll. "Football's easy to understand. You don't get sister points for that."
"But still," You say," I've got the most amount of points."
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do!"
The thing about growing up with your sisters is that the three of you were hyper-competitive people, to the point that the 'Sister Championships' happened every year complete with a shared spreadsheet to keep track of everyone's points and a strict set of rules on how they could be earnt.
"I do," You say, bringing up the table on your phone to show," I've got ten more than you because I looked after Alba's dog when I was last home."
Alexia swears. "Damn it."
You grin. "I'm going to win this year."
"I've still got time. I'll let Alba have my window seat on the flight back tomorrow."
You shuffle closer until you've got your head resting on her shoulder. "We're not flying home tomorrow."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Because Carlos has won so it means Spain has won the men's and women's singles. There'll be lots of PR stuff for me to do with him."
"And why can't I go home?"
"Because I need someone to keep me sane, Ale."
She thinks for a moment before nodding. "That'll earn me at least fifteen more sister points."
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obsessedloner!Choso/chubby!f!Reader) pt.1
Summary: modern day college au! Choso pines over his cute classmate. Ngl this is super self indulgent, probably OOC, with lots of fluff and smut, borderline crack really. Enjoy!
Warnings: stalking, unhealthy behavior, p in v sex, unprotected, possessive/obsessive behavior, smut, and etc. Choso is clingy and borderline yandere.
wc: 4.2k
Youâre a sweetie pie, friendly to everyone but seemingly not close to anyone. You wear cute dresses and blouses, and have adorably round cheeks, so plump and cute, with a warm smile that puts every person you speak with at ease. Choso on the other hand, though not socially inept per say, simply doesnât put much effort into socializing with his classmates or really any person outside his tight knit circle. All Choso really needs is his family and a couple close friends, the ones heâs had for years. He doesnât need to win any popularity contests and with his pale, nearly translucent skin, inky black hair, and somewhat somber expression, Choso had something of a reputation for being creepy. Walking down the street, zoned out eyes and a thin lipped frown, it wasnât uncommon for a person to double take, wondering if they had seen a hulking onryo in physical form.
And so, when he met you, Choso was at a loss. Suddenly everything he did seemed so awkward and stilted. He was fumbling over himself attempting to make your acquaintance; from being assigned to class projects or during group discussions, of which Choso found himself hanging on your every word with rapt attention no matter how boring the subject material actually was, he could never seem to find the right thing to say. It was a miracle when he was able to speak at all, outside of strictly school related topics.Â
On a mild sunny day, it was a classmate had ultimately been the one to indirectly help Choso make a connection. They had pointed him out to you, who had been sitting unaware on a blanket in the campus courtyard with a book and a snack, Your peaceful, cozy study session outside was interrupted when a classmate came by to say hello and warn you of the strange man watching you from the smattering of trees and bushes surrounding the area.
âHeâs always staring at you.â They winced as Choso ducked further behind the large oak he was half obscured behind. âWhat the hell? I can call security for you.â
âOh itâs Choso.â you beamed in his direction, waving one of your arms over your head. âHey Choso! Wanna study with me?â
Unsure if he was hallucinating, Choso ventured from his spot, steps heavy as he walked briskly to where you were camped out on the grass. Your classmate gave you a strange look. "Will you be okay?â
âAw, heâs just shy.â you told them, your smile widening as Choso lingered a few feet away from the edge of your blanket.
âUh huh. Alright thenâÂ
With a shrug, they left you and Choso alone; for a few seconds, neither of you spoke.
âHi.â Choso looked from you to the retreating classmate, and back to you again. âCan I sit down?â
âSure!â you patted the spot next to you. âAre you hungry? I have some cookies in my bag, made them myself.â
You chatted with Choso about nothing in particular; he mostly nodded or gave one syllable answers as he munched carefully on the cookies you offered. He heard you talk about baking once or twice before; granted Choso is pretty neutral on most desserts but ever since hearing about your casual hobby, one of his favorite fantasies was you gifting him with sweets made with care: chocolate on Valentine's Day, a special cake for his birthday, or maybe you wearing nothing but a cute apron in his kitchen while he pinned you over the table and-
Well, maybe he's getting ahead of himself.
âYou know, you could have just come over. How long were you gonna stand there?â you asked after Choso finished the cookies; you had brought extra, hoping to see him around campus again. Nothing said, "let's be buddies" like sharing homemade goodies, right?. âBesides, someone might think youâre stalking me.â you joked.
Choso hadnât exactly meant to follow you; he really had intended to come over and greet you properly, ask if he could sit or if you wanted to get a coffee, something. Every time he tried to approach you, Choso ended up lingering near you, telling himself he would say something, a hello at the very least, but his feet would end up feeling like lead blocks and his palms would get clammy. Besides, you looked so content to be alone typing away on your computer or leisurely reading a book in your lap. What if you thought he was annoying? What if the only reason you treated him nicely in class was because you didnât want to be rude and you secretly thought he was an off putting weirdo? Just imagining you looking up at him with apprehension or disgust made Chosoâs resolve crumble. By the time he found an ounce of nerve to take a few steps toward you, you were already heading out of the library or the courtyard or the campus cafe and he was left feeling stupid and cowardly. Besides, of nothing else he could be near, just in case someone unwanted came along to bother you. Choso would put a stop to that easily.
âSorry. I was going to, but you looked busy andâŚyeah.â Choso scratched at the bridge of his nose, nail grazing over the tattoo; his stomach flipped, remembering how you complimented it the first week of classes. No one else really talked to him but everyone seemed to like talking to you. He had been so surprised, he hadnât even said thank you, just nodded and averted his eyes back to his notes. âI didnât want to bother you.â
âYou donât bother me. Actually,â you pause before taking out your phone. âI was going to ask during our next class: do you want to exchange numbers?â
Choso looked up at you, stricken faced and back straight. âYou were?â
âSure, this way we can make plans to hang out.â you explain casually, smoothing out your skirt as you shifted toward him, contact list open and ready to add his name. With that brief movement, your skirt hiked up higher over your thighs just well past your knees; Choso bit the inside of his cheek and prayed you didnât notice his gaze flicker downward. It would take less than a second to reach over, feel the exposed skin, squeeze with his rough hand, and then he could get a better idea of how it would feel to have his head trapped between your quivering thighs while he-
âYou mean it? So," Choso gazes at you hopefully; his eyes are so intensely fixed to yours that you almost feel the need to look away. "We would see each other outside of class?â
âYeah, letâs get coffee or something. Also, if one of us is already busy, we can just reschedule. Or, you know, we can just text each other whenever. No pressure.â you gave him a thumbs up. âSound good to you?â
âThat makes sense.â Choso types his number into your phone; the pads of his finger are thick and heâs trembling a little, so he has to redo it twice. âUm, can I sit with you? Like, right now, I mean.â
âOf course.â you nod and scoot over a little to make more room for him on the blanket. âBy the way, that song I heard coming from your earbuds the other day, it sounded good; what was it called?â
Choso was wrong, assuming approaching you would be the thing to test his will power and courage the most. Now that Choso has your number (he put a little rabbit emoticon by your name, his cute chubby bunny) he has to rein himself in from messaging you every fifteen minutes and even then he knows he texts you too much. Even so, no matter how many messages Choso sends, you never seem annoyed. Weeks go by and Choso has gone from sending you brief inquiries about the class material and when the next day off is to regularly texting you good morning and goodnight, links to videos he thinks youâd find funny, songs that remind him of you, pictures of ramen from the new spot he and his brothers had gone out to eat at, even an occasional selfie that had been taken about a dozen times until Choso felt confident enough to send it. And that wasnât getting into the questions, unprompted and random, about your favorite color, food, time of day, your family, your birthday, your preferred sleeping position.
You canât lie, the attention is flattering and you find your heart seize up whenever Choso is brave enough to approach you first, when he starts cracking jokes, bringing you coffee and snacks every class, and finally volunteering more and more info about himself without your prompting. You want him to share things about himself with you, to feel comfortable and at ease. It took a little time and careful coaxing, but it was well worth getting to know this fiercely strong yet oddly gentle man. Choso who seemed to operate on a completely seperate set of rules and morals than most people yet still tried so hard to please you, as if it were his life's mission to do so. You never felt so curious about someone or so determined to have them be a part of your life.
In a short amount of time, Choso has become your shadow, always scrambling to pack up his notes and pens to follow you when you leave the room, practically bounding at your heels when you say youâre going off campus for a meal or shopping. He insists on accompanying you, offering to foot the bill, carry your bags; if you so much as sniffle, Choso is urging a packet of tissues and a bottle of tea into your hands. He knows itâs a lot, but he canât help himself and youâre so quick to return the favor, to pay for him, bring him little gifts, check up on him if heâs looking particularly tired (usually because he was up all night stalking your socials and planning your next âdateâ)
You say one nice thing to him and Choso wants to shower you in praise; he doesnât care if itâs excessive. Sure, technically youâre not his girlfriend, but in Chosoâs mind, you might as well be. Besides, heâs happy just making you happy. So when the day comes where you put it all out on the table and ask him to be honest about what his feelings are, Choso is surprised he even has to spell it out.
âWhat are we?âÂ
The movie has been paused and you put aside the bucket of popcorn Choso had just made fresh for you with extra butter topping along with the pack of your favorite candy as a surprise gift for movie night. Youâre sitting on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the hem of the band t-shirt Choso had lent you when he accidentally spilled coffee over your pretty new blouse. You never did give it back and Choso had never asked for you to return it. This is the first time heâs ever seen you so hesitant.Â
âListen, Choso, I like being your friend, I really do. Iâve never gotten this close to anyone before. Youâre very...special to me, but I havenât been completely honest with you.â you admit quietly. âI really, really like you, as more than just a friend. Iâm sorry if that makes things weird. I know when you care for someone, you go all out, so maybe Iâve been misunderstanding this whole thing. I just had to tell you. You deserve to know. Youâre such a great guy, I hope youâll consider still being my friend.â
âI love you. Be my girlfriend.âÂ
Chosoâs tone is so blunt and matter of fact, youâre almost startled into silence.Â
âOh. You love me?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
"Oh." you repeat, still a tad taken aback. "I guess I was worried over nothing. I figured you might have a crush on me, unless I was mistaken, but I...really didn't expect this. Choso, are you sure? When you say love, you don't mean like a friend; you mean, love in 'that' way, right?"
Choso nods, pretty much looming over you; his outward expression is stoic, but you recognize the way his hands clench at his sides and his posture stiffens as him trying to calm his own nerves.
âI do. I meant it exactly how it sounds. I always wanted more, but I didnât,â he shifts from one foot to the next, unsure whether it would be okay to sit next to you. âYou arenât scared of me? Itâs really notâŚtoo much?â
Chosoâs blood runs cold as you abruptly stand; youâre leaving. Itâs too much too soon. Your patience has run out. You think heâs an overbearing freak and youâre going to run away, block him, avoid him. His eyes widen as you stare at him resolutely and it takes every ounce of strength he has to not crumble at your feet and beg you not to leave, to just give him a chance to show you how happy he could make you, the lengths he's willing to go to have you love him.
"I, I'm sorry." Choso steps forward, as if to block your path. "Just hear me out, one more time, plea-"
âI think I love you too.â you say softly, reaching for him slowly and cup his face in your warm palms; Choso brings his large hands up to cover yours, like he's trying to get you to squish his face. âI want to be with you.â
âAre you serious?â Choso exhales shakily. âYou really love me?âÂ
You nod and lean forward barely a centimeter. âYouâre really just too cute; can I kiss you now? Am I moving too fast?"
The words are barely out of your mouth before Choso wraps you into an almost painfully tight bear hug, your face is squished into his chest, arms trapped to your sides as Choso mutters softly into your hair.
âAre you really mine?â Choso asks quietly, his deep voice cracking a little as he drops onto the bed, cradling you like heâs afraid youâll change your mind any second now, caging you with his whole being. âI know I get carried away. I just want to keep you safe. If I could, Iâd keep you by me all the time. Is that wrong?â
âI donât mind.â you smile into his sweatshirt and inhale his scent deeply. âI know youâre not a bad person. I know you wouldnât hurt me.â
âNever!â Choso looks scandalized and you canât help giggling a little at his bulging eyes and gaped mouth. âIâve never had a girlfriend before. Iâll try to do my best; if I ever hurt you, even by accident, you can hit me.â
âBut I donât wanna do that.â you tell him with a pouty frown. âAways so extreme. How about we just talk and apologize or something?â you wriggle out of his strong iron band like arms enough to look him in the eyes properly. âChoso, youâre kinda squeezing too tight, can youâŚ?â
Choso immediately loosens his hold, but he doesnât give you any additional space. âSorry.â he mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your hair. âCan we still stay like this for a while?âÂ
âOh shoot, I was going to make a joke about you taking my breath away.â you grin impishly and return the hug with your newly freed arms. âSo, about that kiss? Not that we have to! I guess weâre already moving pretty fast.â
âNot fast enough.â
"Huh?"
Chosoâs eyes flicker to your mouth and his tongue darts out to lick his own bottom lip briefly. âCan we?â
âWhat?â you have to gather your thoughts as Choso sits back; your legs are on either side of his hips now as you find yourself propped up on his lap. Heâs looking at you with a familiar intensity, but you canât help feeling a little nervous; after all, itâs the first time youâve been this close to each other, in this kind of position.
âWanna kiss.â Chosoâs words come out faintly slurred, despite not having a drop to drink all night. The movie that had been playing on his tv is still paused, the only source of light in the room. Choso had one hand on your lower back to steady you; the other was on your hip, his thumb rubbing circles underneath the hem of your shirt. âIâll be gentle.â
âOkay. Thank you.â you offer him a smile before leaning in again, pressing your lips to his lightly, once, twice, three times, until Choso apparently decides chaste pecks arenât enough. He groans into your mouth, the tip of his tongue wet and broad, tentatively licking as you part your lips wider. Heâs getting loud now and suddenly his hands are gripping your thighs; you gasp, but itâs muffled by Chosoâs mouth fully over yours as he rocks his hips. Heâs grinding into you, hands rubbing your thighs and waist, traveling up your body to your chest. He loves how your plush tummy feels, how his fingers easily sink into your thighs. Choso has the sudden urge to bite into your chubby cheek.
âChoso,â you manage to break the heated kiss only for him to switch to nipping and sucking at your neck. âWha-what are you-?â
âCan we keep going?â Choso pants, resting his head on your chest. âPlease? Can I touch you more? Please?â heâs groping your breasts, staring at them almost in awe. âI want to see them. Can IâŚ?â Suddenly, a look of dread overtakes his needy expression and he draws his hands away back to your waist. âIs it okay? If you donât want to, Iâll stop. I just,â he breathes in and out shakily; you can feel him, pressing in between your legs. Heâs hard, moving frantically, like he's not in control of his own body, rutting against your plump ass and pussy to feel some relief, frustrated he can't feel you completely with stupid clothes getting in the way. âSorry. I want it so bad, Iâve never done anything before, soâŚbut I can wait, I just get so worked up and you feel so soft, I'm s-sorry-â
âItâs alright, Iâm just surprised: I've never seen you like this before.â you confess as you run a hand through Chosoâs hair; itâs still a bit damp. He showered before you came over for movie night; you don't think he anticipated this, but then, Chosoâs been surprising you all evening. âAre you ready? I'm okay Choso; youâre making me feel good. I didnât think you would want to go farther than kissing, but if you're up for it,â with a teasing smile, you spread your legs and rub against him. âDo you want to fuck me tonight, Choso?â
Choso canât speak for the moment, so he nods his head rapidly, cheeks flushing, brows furrowed as he rocks his hips in time with you, nearly bucking you right off his lap from the force of it.Â
âHold on.â you slowly lift your shirt over your breasts; you hadnât bothered wearing a bra and from the way Choso lets out a ragged curse, you think he appreciates that. âYou definitely want to keep going? Here, you can play with them; itâll feel better if you get me all wet first. Go ahead, touch me all you want.â
âDoes this feel good?â Chosoâs thumb lightly rubs back and forth across one of your pert nipples; heâs practically salivating as you keen and whine, back arching, your hands gripping tight onto his broad shoulders. âCan I use my tongue?â he slowly moves forward to the other side, lips parting already, eager to know how your skin will taste.
âOh god, yes!â your voice pitches higher as Choso gently circles the tip of his tongue around your nipple before suckling it; his hand gropes at your other breasts, pinching and rolling his thumb and forefinger carefully around, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. Choso's looking up at you through his eyelashes with a hooded adoring stare. You look like a dream come true, writhing on his lap, his shirt pushed up to your neck; heâs been dreaming of this, having your tits in his face, his hands, in his mouth, imagining how theyâd feel, what your skin would feel like on his tongue.
After a few minutes, Choso releases your breast from his mouth. âMore.â he demands in a low, hoarse voice. âWant more. Wanna see itâŚwanna see your pussy now.â you move up on your knees so Choso can slip your shorts down past your thighs. His fingers trace the cloth of your panties almost teasingly but really he just wants to savor every moment of this. Choso feels how wet you are through them and gulps. He's so close. Heâll get to feel you soon, feel how hot your insides are, how hot and wet your pussy will feel on his throbbing cock. Hurriedly, Choso yanks off his own sweatpants, barely taking a second before he has you on your back, head propped up on his pillow and recently washed comforter. He hoped it would be like this someday, that you would be here for him like this, naked, legs spread, his shirt still pushed up to show off your cute tits, your shining eyes basically begging for him to split you open on his cock. Heâs happy youâre his first time; if Choso has his way, youâll be his first and only.Â
âI want to fuck you while you wear my shirt.â Choso strokes himself, from his base to his pink, leaking tip, settling between your thighs. âYouâre mine now, right?â he asks, grunting as the thick head of his cock prods at your soaked pussy; heâs teasing your clit, loving the way you toss your head back, the way youâre actually dripping as he bottoms out. The feeling could knock the wind right out of him if Choso wasnât so determined to have you just as overwhelmed and needy as he was feeling right now.
âIs this okay? Does it hurt?â Choso pistons his hips, holding your thighs open as he moves inside you; you manage to shake your head before letting out a shrill wail as Choso begins grinding into you as deep as he can. Heâs rambling, greedily grabbing at you, holding you open, kissing and biting all over your exposed neck and breasts. âFu-fuck, you feel so good! So soft and warm, I canât get enoughâŚ.wanna cum deep inside. Does it feel good? Am I making you feel good, am I making this pussy feel good?â
âYes, yes, yes!â your nails drags over his shoulders and back as you struggle not to go limp from the force of his thrusts. âChoso, want to cum, touch me, please, I canât take it anymore!âÂ
âYouâre gonna take it. Gonna make you cum all over my cock.â Choso mutters; heâs slowly lapping at your hard, oversensitive nipples, salivating, completely lost in the way your pussy is clenching and the sweet pain of you scratching him, the burning red lines surely visible against his pale skin but heâs happy to let you mark him up. âLike this?â he reaches down, still holding one of your legs up slightly while his free hand rubs his fingers over your clit. âFuck yeah. I felt that, felt your pussy gush again. Go on, go on,â Choso grinds himself into you as he rubs your swollen clit, steady and quick.Â
âCHOSO!â you scream as your body spasms; the sheets underneath you are damp and your body is hot and tense. The way he's stimulating every one of your most sensitive places is driving you crazy, you can barely think, just feel and listen to Chosoâs low, raspy voice egging you on. âOh god, please! Iâm gonna-âÂ
âYeah, cum on my dick. Cum all over me, you look so fucking hot right now, so cute...my chubby bunny.â Chosoâs lips form an oddly soft grin as he watches you come apart; he feels it, feels you cumming around him, your pussy suddenly impossibly tight as you shake and sob. âSh, sh, youâre okay.â his touch is slower, gentle on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm. He thinks youâre so precious, twitching and whimpering as you come down from the high. âShhh, relax. Iâm going to move, okay? Can I?âÂ
Somehow you hear him through the haze and your rapidly beating heart and you nod. âYe-yes, I want it. Keep fucking me.â you carress his cheek, smiling weakly. âKeep going, cum in me Choso. It's okay, I love you.âÂ
Thatâs when what little self control Choso had left snaps like a twig.
âThank you." Choso wraps your trembling legs around his hips, anchoring you to him whole he shoves his cock as deep as he can inside you. Your mouth falls open but you can't even scream; somehow, it's like Chosoâs gotten even harder. "Oh fuck thank you, I canât believe it, canât believe youâre letting me, thank you, thank you so much!â The headboard is knocking into the wall; all you can do is cling to Choso as he moans and babbles under his breath, rams his cock in and out of you like a man possessed. âMine.â Choso has you wrapped in his arms again, pressing your limp ragdoll body to his. Your voice is too weak to let out more than little whispers of moans and frail, broken cries. âFuck, youâre really mine.â Choso smiles down at you, cheeks flushed and eyes glistening with affection; heâs so close to cumming but he doesnât want this to end. âWanna keep you here with me all the ti-time, in my bed, gonna fuck you until you canât go anywhere. Heh,â Choso kisses your temple with a satisfied, drunken smile as he strokes your fucked out face almost reverently. âYou like that? Your pussy just got so tight. Let me, okay? Let me just take care of you from now on.â he picks up the pace again, molding you to him, kissing you as you go light headed; you may just pass out from this, but you donât care, too busy getting swept up in Chosoâs pleas and whines as he gets closer and closer to his own release, though he's the one at your mercy.
âCan I? Can I really cum in you?â he stutters, more begging than asking but either way heâs already losing himself in the sensation as his cock twitches and throbs with overstimulation. âYes, yes, more, wanna stay like this, deep inside, gonna cum, gonna cum, shit, Iâm gonna-!â Chosoâs jaw clenches tight and he buries his face into your neck with a long, rough sob, rocking against you until heâs sure every last drop of his cum has been spilled deep inside your aching pussy. He has you in another deathgrip of an embrace but you melt into his arms, smiling dazedly as Choso brings your hand up and presses a loving kiss to your palm.Â
âSorry...I got carried away again, didn't I?âÂ
âYou donât look very sorry.â you pant, poking his tattoo lightly and let out a soft laugh. âI donât think Iâll be able to sit up for a bit.â
The bridge of Chosoâs nose crinkles and he does look a bit guilty now. âSorry. Iâll take care of you. Hang on, Iâll get a towel.âÂ
âMm, thank you.â you kiss his forehead. âYou made me feel really good, Iâm just super worn out. Could you bring me some water?âÂ
Choso nods and quickly stands up to fetch what you need; heâs still a bit dazed himself. When he comes back into the room, youâre still wearing his shirt with nothing else; he can see his cum slowly dripping down the inside of your thigh and has to stop himself from mounting you again. Itâs obvious youâre tired and besides, thereâll be plenty of time for round two tomorrow morning when youâre waking up in his arms. âHey,â Choso murmurs as you settle in under the covers with him. His finger lightly traces a particularly large love bite on the side of your neck. âAre you really mine?â âChoso, you really do worry too much.â Still, you canât help but smile; heâs staring again, waiting raptly, looking absurdly innocent and almost childlike as he gazes at you beseechingly. âIâm all yours.â you kiss him tenderly once more before snuggling into his chest; Choso inhales sharply and has to fight back the tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He could die of happiness right now but then he wouldnât get to have more kisses.Â
âCome over for dinner tomorrow? I want to introduce you to my family.â
âIâd love to.â you sigh, content as Chosoâs hand strokes up and down your back. âI can bake something.â
âWould it be too soon to say youâll be their sister-in-law?â
âHm, letâs hold off on that for a while.â
âOkay, I can wait.â Choso smiles, kissing your head gently. âDo you want to have kids?â
âChoso.â
âSorry, right.âÂ
âItâs alright.â you murmur sleepily. âTalk later, sleep now.â
âOkayâŚ.can we do it again when you wake up?â
âYes.â
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Pairing: hockey!sirius x reader (established relationship) (wc: 1.4k)
Cw: reader is slightly bratty, SMUT, MDNI 18+ ONLY, brat!reader, degradation (slight), p in v penetration (unprotected but he does pull out), hair pulling, fluffy ending. I think thatâs it but lmk if I missed anything
Youâre riding Siriusâ every last nerve as you stomp around the house with a pout in full effect. Itâs not so much that you canât be upset, itâs that youâre doing it for his attention and heâs not giving you the satisfaction.
Heâs busy this weekend, which youâd known, but so what if you feel a bit needy and want him to pay you some mind.
God damn Sirius for turning you into this.
Heâs going over strategies for the game in a few days, his hockey coach drilling all sorts of tactics into his head as enforcer and all that.
You sigh for the tenth time and Sirius bites the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from saying anything.
âSiri, canât you take a break? We can pop into the Christmas market before it gets too busy.â
He rolls his eyes, youâd been to the Christmas market two hours before and gotten everything youâd wanted.
Sirius knows your tricks, which is how he accurately predicts that due to his lack of response youâd flip yourself on the settee next to him and drop your head into his lap.
âSirius.â
He looks down at you, grey eyes nearly blue. âPoppet, we spoke about this. After tomorrow Iâm all yours.â
He pats your cheek and goes back to his iPad reading through the opposing teamâs strategy and trying to see potential lineups and who he can best agitate tomorrow night.
You huff again, âYou never have time for me.â
You know youâre being petulant and whiny but itâs not your fault.
Sirius has been gone nearly two weeks and heâs off again tomorrow with a week off. Itâs that week off that has your body thrumming with excitement and nerves and Sirius looks good.
He always has but all the training and the games have toned him ridiculously.
Hence your attitude not being your fault.
âThatâs not true.â Sirius frowns at your words.
âIt is true. Youâve hardly called,â not true- Remus was telling him heâs just as bad as James was while they were away, not that Sirius cared. âAnd when youâre home youâre always on your iPad.â
Youâre starting to push his buttons; your words are exaggerations and you both know it.
âPoppet, just give me till tomorrow.â His words have a bit of bite to them and it sets your mood in cement.
âOh yeah? And then tomorrow night after your big win and youâve busted up your nose again, Iâll have to tend to you and then youâll want to go see your friends and go to the pub, and-â your rant is cut short by Sirius gabbing your jaw and applying just enough pressure that your cheeks swish and you gasp a little.
âYouâre itching for a row and Iâm not having one with you. Cut it out.â His grey eyes narrow, watching as yours widen like saucers. When he releases your face with a quick peck your resolve doubles.
âOr what? You barely even have time right now for a kiss.â
Sirius chuckles and sets his iPad to the side. His hands are strong and firm where they pull you to sit in his lap and face him.
âIs this the hill you want to die on, poppet?â Your shoulders rise just as Sirius shakes his head. âThink about what youâre gonna say, baby.â
Youâve thought about it and itâll get you exactly what you want. Sirius can almost taste the words before theyâre out of your mouth.
âAm I wrong? This is the most attention Iâve had from you since you came back from Coventry.â
Itâs the snark in your tone that has your boyfriendâs hand sliding round your neck, a gentle hold but a hold nonetheless.
âSuch a smart girl but you just canât help trouble, can you?â
You shrug and that solidifies the type of night youâre about to have.
Siriusâ hand tightens around your neck, his lips pressed beside your ear. âYouâre such a fucking brat,â his lips create a trail from your earlobe to your collarbone, bites and kisses interchanged and left over on your skin till he reaches your lips.
âKiss me.â You grumble as he brushes his nose against yours but never meets your mouth.
âI shouldnât even give you one. Donât deserve a kiss.â He bites the hinge of your jaw just as youâre about to complain.
âSiri.â You get out, rocking your hips into his as his other hand dips beneath your shirt.
âNo you donât get to decide how tonightâs going poppet,â he kisses just between the valley of your breasts before taking off your shirt. âYou couldâve if youâd waited. But youâre just so impatient, just so needy. Just so depraved.â Sirius licks a stripe up your chest on the last word.
Goosebumps immediately erupt on your chest and stomach.
His other hand releases your neck, sitting further back into his spot as you rock your hips faster.
âPlease touch me.â
Sirius grins, wicked and impish. âNow you have manners, go figure.â He doesnât move a hand to help you and in your frustration you bang a fist against his chest.
His grin is gone but you donât see what takes its place because Sirius has you leaning over the back of the settee and your shorts around your ankles.
âSilly needy thing.â He mutters, the slap he delivers to your bare bottom echoing through your quiet apartment. âCanât mind your tongue at all can you, poppet?â
Heâs goading you now, wanting to see how far youâre willing to go.
âItâs not like you donât like it.â Your words end in a sharp gasp, your hands clutching the back of the settee tightly.
âCanât help yourself at all today,â you hear him shuffling behind you, his sweatpants falling around his ankles. You feel the head of his cock and lean forward a little more, a much more severe arch to your back.
âPlease donât tease.â
Sirius snickers, moving his tip between your folds before slipping in and then back out.
âThis what you needed?â He asks, wrapping a hand in your hair and pulling so that your chin is tipped upwards.
âYes yes!â Your words preface him slamming right into you, your nails gripping the sofa as Sirius sets a brutal pace.
âFucking brat,â he grunts, the hand in your hair wound tight and the one of your waist slips to your thigh and pulls it up.
The angle shift sends him deeper into you and tears spring to your eyes.
âSirius.â You croak, turning your chin a little to see him but the tears cloud your vision. âOh god, right there.â
He smirks, leaning down and crowding your space but never pressing his lips to yours.
âTerrible at asking for what you want so you just have to poke and get a rise out of me hm?â
You nod, âYou never fuck me like this if I ask.â
Sirius chuckles, nipping at your cheek. âLiar.â His words are punctuated with a sharp thrust and a choking gasp from you.
It doesnât take long before Sirius has you keening and crying as he fucks you, his hand sneaking from your thigh to your clit and you shake against Siriusâ chest.
âThere,â you whine, your hands on his wrist to get him to apply more pressure. âIâm close.â
Sirius does, your back bowing as you come around him. He isnât far behind you but just as heâs about to reach his own orgasm he pulls out and thick white ropes of him cover your lower back, just above your ass.
You fall into Sirius as he catches his breath, chin resting on his slick chest. âCan I have a kiss now?â
He smiles, pushing back some of the wet strands of hair that have stuck to your face. âCourse doll.â
He peppers them all over your cheeks before slotting your lips together, the kiss far more tender than heâd been just a couple seconds earlier.
âCâmon, letâs go get in the shower.â He whispers against your lips, using his discarded shirt to clean up your back.
âThen we can watch Christmas movies?â
Sirius sighs, kissing your forehead. A tinge of guilt piercing his heart. âIâll be in the room with you but I really do have to finish going through the tactics, poppet.â
You shrug, far more amenable to the idea now. âSâlong as we can cuddle.â
âI can do that, baby.â
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"Working Overtime" - Toji Fushiguro
4,469 words.
warnings. nsfw (18+), toji is your boss, escort reader, thigh riding, p in v, spitting, toji rails you on a balcony, exhibitionism?, toji fucks you on a pile of money, mention of size difference, hair pulling, eye contact, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, praising, light aftercare
notes. corporate girlie by day, escorting by night. out of all people, who knew your own boss had to be tonights client? (ok but wealthy toji is such a refreshing experience from broke homeless smelly ass toji.)
art used is by @/yunonoai
Being able to say you work under Mr. Fushiguro meant that you were gifted of some kind. Just having the privilege to do so puts you on top of others in society.
Toji Fushiguro himself possessed a different category of wealth. Any high-rise building you walk into in the whole of New York, you could be 99.9% sure that he owns it.
Five star hotels, bars of any kind, and award-winning Michelin restaurants. Oh, you name it. This was his world and we were just living in it.
On the other hand, the Fushiguro company's pay was decent. Working conditions were way above standard. It was a luxury to work in his office, but knowing you, it just wasn't enough.
You needed more than that. Which is why you took up escorting, suggested by your best-friend one night while the two of you were intoxicated by liquor. She told you that you had the looks, the bod, and a personality anyone would die for. And lastly, you were captivating - you could have anything your way.
At first you took it as a joke. Thinking she was just being a lick ass. But surprisingly you had tried it out not long after the idea was proposed, and you ended up making almost double your annual net salary in just four months. This night job was a secret that only you and your best-friend knows about.
Of course, you worked on the weekends. Choosing to work Monday to Thursday wouldâve been self sabotage.
You had more than enough money to buy whatever you want, send your mom on holiday, and you were always on top of rent. Your corporate job was just something to get through the day with rather than rotting at home.
During shifts, you and the other escorts would hang around in the night club changing rooms. Most of the girls were also strippers in the same club, but that wasnât really your thing. So you just stayed with escorting. Your manager would just assign each of you clients, unless someone has personally booked you in.
Speaking of which, a voice came from the door frame. âStar, you have a client tonight. 9PM.â Star wasnât your real name, it was just a fake one that you used while you escorted. It was safer, and most of the other girls did the same.
You look at Geto, your boss, in the reflection of the vanity mirror. Busy polishing up your eyeliner, you try your best not to poke yourself in the eye. âName? And did he obey my no-home rule?â
As an escort, you did have some rules for your own service. You figured youâve been doing this for quite a reasonable amount of time, so you made a personal rule where youâd refuse to go to a clients house. For safety reasons.
âGoes by the name.. uh��� Eznin? And he did indeed. Seems like he booked in for the Ritz Carlton on 25 West. Think heâs a first time client too.â He reads the details off his tablet.
Of course, it just had to be one of Fushiguros hotels. You literally couldnât escape that man.
The other girls in the room purred, âArenât you lucky.. Seems like he has money, donât ya think?â Meimei takes a puff of her cigarette, looking at you in the mirror aswell for a response. âMaybe check for an expensive watch? Iâd take it if I were you.â
âNot funny, Meimei.â She was known for stealing from her clients, you never knew how she got away with it. It even got so bad to the point that she spÂĄked a client, taking his wallet afterwards.
Getting up from the chair, you made your way behind the dressing divider, shimmying your robe off to slide on a dark blue lingerie set. Over it, you wore a simple black dress. I mean, you could never go wrong with a little black dress.
Throwing on some matching strappy heels, you stuffed your purse with some condoms and lube. And a plan B, of course.
âYour rides sorted,â Geto stood back from the door frame. âIâll text you any further details.â
âCopy,â after spritzing on some perfume, you made your way out of the club.
An all-black SUV was waiting for you outside the entrance. Your favourite driver, Todo was standing beside the car door, smiling as you approached him.
âHi, Todo.â You smiled as he held the door open.
âYou look wonderful miss.â Todo smiles back before closing the door, walking around to the drivers side.
The car drives on, and as you were securing a secret mic in your purse, (for safety reasons but the client never knows) Todo speaks.
âAh- Miss, not sure if I should disclose this information but your client tonight is.. very wealthy.â His leather covered hands clutch onto the wheel. âIâd be more demanding if I were you, make the most of it.â
Breaking out into a laugh, you stop fiddling with your bag, to look at him in the rear view mirror. â..Is that so?â
âYeah⌠thought I might let you know.â He grins, bringing the car to a stop. Todo quickly scurries out of the vehicle before you could, opening the door for you.
âThanks for the ride, Todo.â You slipped a $20 bill in his hand. âIâll text you when Iâm finished.â
He nods, getting back into the car as you made your way inside of the hotel.
Checking your phone for updates, Geto sent you a text with all the details around five minutes ago.
Eznin Caln 30 years old, Net worth- $307,473,297 Floor number 43, heâll let you in.
You walked over to the elevators, luckily one was already open. Taking a look at the buttons panel, you looked for a 43. Noticing it was the last highest button, you raised an eyebrow before pressing it.
Clutching onto the straps of your purse, the doors closed. You could only look at yourself in the metal reflection, taking a few deep breaths. Of course, you made sure to send a text back to Geto to let him know you were at the hotel.
Although you were decently experienced in this job, youâd still get nervous each time you were about to meet your clients.
Setting down the fly aways in your hair, the elevator came to a halt.
*Ding!*
The metal doors opened before your eyes. Hesitant, you walked inside, the bottom of your heels tapping against the wooden floors.
â..Hello?â You peeked inside the other rooms in the penthouse, one being a mini office that seemed like someone was just there, the other being a bedroom with big windows and a balcony, overlooking the city.
A deep voice spoke behind you. âCan I help you?â
You gasp, clutching onto your chest as you turned around. âIâm so sorr- Mr. Fushiguro?!â
Your eyes widened, and his mouth wide open. He was only in a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair wet from a fresh shower. You couldnât help but ogle the drops of water that decorated his muscular body.
ââŚAre you.. the escort?â
Unable to form words, you swallowed your spit before speaking. âI.. I am.â You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down at the ground.
âAlright, make yourself comfortable.â He eyed you up and down, a mini towel in his hand to dry his hair. âSorry you have to see me like this, excuse me while I put some clothes on.â
Is he not going to question anything?..
Your breath hitched, God, did he know I was eyeing him? âOkay..â
He turned around to go back to the bathroom, but looked over his shoulder as he was doing so. âJust call me Toji, weâre outside of work.â
You watched as Toji continued to walk away, âWell.. Iâm basically working, arenât I.â you muttered under your breath, making sure he doesnât hear.
Looking around, you remembered that he owned this hotel. I shouldâve known when I was going to the 43rd floor, he doesnât let anyone in here.
You walked over to his bedroom, it was bigger than your own apartment. The sheets were neatly made, and a bottle of Malbec sat on a table near the window.
Placing your purse on small sofa, you removed your jacket, neatly folding it over the arm rest aswell.
You made your way to his closet, in search for a white robe. There was a robe on the hanger beside his freshly dry cleaned suits. You took it out, tracing your fingers over âThe Ritz-Carltonâ that was embroidered onto the front in cursive.
Sliding your dress off, you covered yourself in the robe, only the dark blue lingerie set underneath. Afterwards you tied a knot around your waist with the belt. Kicking off your heels, you placed them inside the closet, along with your dress that was neatly folded.
Although you were an escort, you made sure to clean up after yourself. You hated leaving a mess around, so you respected your clients by making sure to leave the place clean.
You could hear Toji walk into the bedroom. Closing the doors of the closet, you turned to him, and he was already busy getting the wine bottle open with a corkscrew.
Taking a seat on the armchair in front of him, causing you to be at crotch level with Toji. You watched as his arms flex each time he handled the bottle.
You noticed Toji was in a more relaxed outfit. He wore a dark grey cotton longsleeve that sculpted over his muscles like paint, with bottoms in a matching colour and fabric.
âToji,â you called out his name.
The pouring of the wine stopped, his fingers gently pushing the glass towards you. âHmm?â
Taking the glass by the stem, you twisted it between your fingers. âDo you regularly hire escorts?â
Toji walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down. He sighed, looking at the city view in front of him. âNo,â taking a sip, he continued. âThis is my first time, actually.â
You did the same, but taking a tinier sip. You didnât want to be tipsy while carrying out your service. It was too dangerous. â..Oh.â
Looking back at Toji, he was busy staring at the red liquid swirling around in the glass. âI dont even really know how they work.â
As you were about to take another sip, you paused. Your eyes looked at him over the rim of the glass, before placing it back down on the table.
âYou can just do whatever you want with me, really.â You crossed your legs, exposing the bare skin on your thigh to him.
"I see," he nods, slightly leaning back onto the bed, using his hands for support.
"So, you made up your mind yet?" you got up from the arm chair, making your way to Toji who was on the bed. "What you wanna do?" You stood yourself between his legs, as he tried his best to hold himself back from pulling on the knot that was holding your entire robe together.
Toji's hands rested on your hips on top the robe, dangerously close to your ass. He made sure to bring you closer to him, almost pressing your chest to his face at this point. "I don't know," His free hand tugged on the knot of the belt, slowly unraveling it until the robe slid off your body. "Maybe you, if that's an option."
He could feel his cock strain against his pants as he took in the sight of you in nothing but lingerie, it felt like he was opening a present on his birthday. Blue was his favorite color.
You choked on your words at his response, he sure did have a way with his words. "I don't usually allow that, but maybe I'll let it slide tonight."
Toji caressed your wet lip with his thumb, gradually sliding it inside of your mouth as you sucked on it gently. He stops and moves you to the side by the waist, getting up from the bed.
Confused, you stay standing in front of the bed, watching Toji as he grabs something from the drawer. He eventually makes his way back onto the bed, but this time, leaning his head back against the head-board.
Toji takes out his wallet, pulling a $20 bill out and placing it on the nightstand beside him. "..Crawl over to me."
Your lashes flutter as you watched him place the bill on the night stand, you could only obey what he asked you to do. 'I'm just doing my job.. this doesn't mean anything. He will forget about this.' You constantly chanted this in your thoughts, completely disregarding the fact that he was your boss.
You crawled onto the bed, and slowly to him. Toji's eyes watched you closely making sure to tell you, "Stop," as you were just about to crawl onto his lap.
He takes out another $20 bill from his wallet, this time, two. Toji gently raised his knee, just enough for it to rub against your warm cunt that was covered by the lace panties. "Ride my leg, until I tell you to stop."
Aroused, which you are not meant to be, you couldn't help but sink yourself down onto his leg. Part of you wanted this, but you did at good job at not showing it.
You slowly started to move your hips back and forth on his lower thigh, placing both of your hands down in front of you for support. Toji's hardened cock begging to come out as he watched you closely.
If you were to lift up his top, youâd be able to see his leaking top peeking out of his waistband. The straps of your bra slowly fell down off your shoulders. Toji could almost groan at this lewd sight in front of him.
"Good girl," He did his best to hold himself back from holding onto your hips, "Keep going."
A spot on the fabric of his pants turned into a darker grey than before, your slick making its way through your panties. Nothing can be done.
Breathy moans started to crawl out of your throat, Toji noticing as you started to grind on his leg harder and slightly faster. "Stop."
You whimpered quietly as Toji retracted his leg from underneath you, observing the newly made wet spot on his pants. "Look at this mess you made all over me.."
Speechless, and breathless, you fell back onto your heels in front of Toji, he took another bill out, but this time $50.
"..I want that bra off." He slaps the bill onto the growing pile on the nightstand, followed by another 50. But he doesn't take his eyes off you. "And the panties. They're kinda annoying me now."
Doing exactly as he said, Toji's hand rested on his crotch, aching to palm himself through his pants. You slowly, but teasingly unclasped your bra, Toji clearing his throat by the time your tits were finally on display to him.
Followed by your soaked underwear, which at this point was no use. They managed to fly across the bedroom, hanging off a small statue that was on top of a console table.
He just wanted to wrap his mouth around each of them, or even motorboat your titties.
Toji propped himself up in a less relaxed position. "Lie down on your back, legs spread."
Your last sight was him before you fell back on to the bed, your head nearly hanging off the edge. Toji noticed your nipples hardened as soon as your skin made contact with the cold satin sheets. You felt the weight of the bed shift around, as Toji grabbed both of your legs by the thighs, positioning his head between them.
Squirming about, Toji peppered kisses on your inner thighs, his large hand wrapped around one of them. Wasting no time, he went straight to sucking and softly biting on your folds, using his tongue to lap at your bud until it was swollen. Moaning into your pussy, he softly massaged the flesh of your thigh, the vibrations from his grunts adding more to your stimulation.
Busy sucking away, wet noises from his tongue and the slick of your dripping pussy echoing throughout the bedroom. His hand reached behind him, then slowly went back over his shoulder. It was a $100 bill, tucked between his index and middle finger.
You were too busy hanging your head off the edge of the bed in pleasure, grabbing the sheets beside you and wrinkling them as Toji devoured you like he hasn't eaten for weeks.
The paper bill fell onto your stomach, tickling you slightly. You could feel Toji spit onto your pussy, the saliva trickling down almost into your hole before he slurped it back up, sticking his fingers in there instead. You felt them slide into you with ease, Toji swirling his warm tongue around on your clit.
"O-oh God.. To..ji." You managed to choke out a moan, your manicured hands clawing at his hair and eventually messing it up.
Letting go of your thigh, he used his now free hand to fondle with your breasts eagerly, twisting your nipples between his fingertips before giving them a slap.
One last lick on your clit, Toji removed his head between your legs, this time his whole body kneeling between them. You sneakily push up against him, his bulge through his pants grazing against your bare cunt.
Using your strength to lift your head from the edge of the bed, you watched as he took off his shirt, letting it fall onto the floor. Its neckline was soaked from eating you out earlier, but we don't talk about that.
Panting, his hands frantically rummage through his wallet. You noticed it was still bulky, as if the previous cash he pulled out didn't make any difference to the amount he had now.
Toji pulled out $1000 all in 20 bills, your eyes widening, wondering if he was serious.
"Please.. let me fuck you." Toji also sat back on his heels, $1000 in his hands as you were underneath him, fully naked. He just wanted to indulge himself in you, and if he could, he'd make this night last forever.
You slowly nodded, honestly begging to having his cock inside of you too. Before you knew it, your vision was filled with the $1000 raining down onto your body, and by your sides on the bed. He quickly pulled his bottoms down to his knees, before realising they were too annoying. He proceeds to fully kick them off.
Toji glances around the room for a condom, before you stopped him. "..Is it okay if we don't use one? ..I want to feel every inch of you."
You read his mind. "Anything you want, gorgeous."
His large hands shuffled through the pile of cash that was over your body, making sure that he could still see your tits and your beautiful face.
One hand grabbed onto your waist, and the other was used to align the tip of his cock with your hole. As soon as he slightly pushed the tip in, both of his hands were on your waist now.
Toji carefully slid in, making sure you take every inch of him. He closes his eyes in pleasure as he feels your plush walls clench around him, Tojis grip on your waist intensifying.
And, god was he big. In both cock, and Toji in general, he could destroy you if he decided to use full stength tonight.
"Y-you're too.. big," Toji not even halfway, you cry out, only wrinkling the sheets more to the point they weren't tucked into the frame hotel-style anymore.
You could feel both of his thumbs caress the soft skin of your sides as he cooed, "I know baby, I know," Toji let out a grunt as he tried to move in and out of you.
The difference of size between you and Toji made you throb, at this point he could just use his hands to fuck you on his cock back and forth like a doll in his grasp.
Toji starts to pant as he picked up the pace of his ruts, your tits bouncing, only adding to the pornographic sight in front of him.
Covering your face with your hands, you moan into them, the feeling of being full with Tojis cock was driving you mad. You could feel one hand let go of your waist, bringing it to your wrist to pull it away from covering your face.
The rustling of the cash beneath you and the sound of skin slapping echoed out into the living room from the bedroom. "Look at me when I fuck you," Toji says sternly, causing you to whimper in agitation as you did your best to keep your eyes on his.
"To..Toji.." You moan out, choking on your words as your hand grabbed onto his that was wrapped around on your waist.
"Come on doll, say my name." Turning feral, Toji pounds into you like a fleshlight. Voice shaking as you try to moan out his name, and by tomorrow you wouldn't be surprised if you lost your voice.
He comes to a halt, completely. Toji slides his cock out of you, a creamy white ring formed at the base. You whine before he hushes you. "Y'know what," He picks you up, cradling you in his arms.
You switch positions, instead you lock your legs around his waist, as the two of you made your way to the balcony door of the bedroom. Is he..
*click!*
Toji slid the glass door open, the two of you stepping out into the balcony. It wasn't cold, and you could see the still busy city carrying on with life underneath the hotel.
Suddenly, Toji peeled your legs off his waist, making you face the railing, and the city in front of you. You gasp as he roughly positioned your body, placing one leg up onto the rail, your two hands clutching onto the cold metal.
He slides into you again, but this time not allowing you to adjust. Toji immediately goes in with brutal force, your ass ripping against his pelvis as he drilled into you. On the balcony. For anyone to watch.
Toji spits again, his saliva falling onto your asshole and soon enough drips onto his cock that was continuously pounding in and out of you.
Your moans broke out into a giggle due to the ticklish feeling, Toji couldnât help but smile at your reaction.
Both hands on your waist, Toji groans in pleasure and praises you non-stop for taking him like a good girl. His hand wrapped around your lower stomach as he felt you give in, your legs unable to support yourself. "You're doing so good for me," he whispers in to your ear, only to leave a trail of wet kisses down your back afterwards,
You moan continuously, for sure, everyone below could hear. Your hand made its way to Toji's nape, bringing him closer to you as he repeatedly fucked into your sweet spot.
"Iâd do anything to be able to see a view like this one for the rest of my life," his left hand made its way down to your clit, lazily rubbing circles.
This just did it for you, lowly moaning, you let go of Tojis neck. Leaning forward, you rest your chin on the metal rail ontop of your same hands that were grabbing onto it. But a certain someone didn't let you do that.
Toji immediately grabbed you by your hair, pulling you back against his chest, taking your leg off the rail. You felt him interlock his hands around your inner elbow, suddenly fucking into you upwards as you grab onto his bicep for support.
"G-o-d Toji, please just f-u-ck your c-um into me." The enunciation of your words came out in bits, as Toji drilled up into you at a brutal pace.
He grinned against your necks skin, leaning further to plant kisses on your jaw."You want me to fill you with my cum, huh?"
You frantically nod, but that wasn't enough of an answer for a man like Toji.
"Oh baby, use your words." He purred into your ear, holding his orgasm to make sure you get it when you deserve it.
"I need it- I need it so ba-ad." You whimpered out, squeezing onto his bicep. "Please, Toji."
He whined, balls tightening as he heard you beg for him. You already drove him crazy, and that only drove him crazier. With one deep thrust, his movements come to a halt, allowing his warm, thick seed to fill you up completely.
Toji placed more kisses onto your back and your neck, making sure to never lose grip of you in case you go all jelly. Followed by him, slowly pulling his cock out of you, his load dripping out of your hole and onto the balcony flooring.
He stuck two of his fingers back into you, slowly fucking the load inside of you to make sure it stays inside. With his cum covered fingers, he slid the two of them past your lips and into your mouth. You sucked on them, humming as it covered your taste buds, and eventually swallowing.
Toji slapped your ass, and you yelped, giving him a glare. He chuckled before picking you back up bridal style, carrying you back inside the penthouse.
He gently and carefully placed you on the bed, quickly cleaning a bit of the mess you two made around the room.
"How about I go run us a nice bath, hmm?"
Fiddling with your thumbs, you watched as Toji neatly fold the pile of money together alongside the one on the night stand. Of course, itâs still yours. "That sounds good," You smiled as he walked over to give you a peck on the forehead.
The dripping of water from the bath tap rang throughout the room, Toji leaning back against you as the two of you were in the tub. You squeezed a sponge over his abs, the hot water dripping down his skin as he closed his eyes.
"..Toji," you called out his name, and he hums back in response.
You gently rubbed the sponge up and down his arm, "Would you say this counts as me working overtime for you?"
He smiles, opening his eyes to look up at you. "I'll add another $500 bonus and a shopping spree if you ride me in this tub."
You scoff, letting go of the sponge as you sulk against the marble of the tub. "I'm literally stuffed with your cum. I think you had enough, thank you very much."
Toji only laughs, "Aren't you forgetting you got an asshole and that throat of yours? We can easily squeeze in three more rounds."
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Sharing Father and Son
Summary:Â After a physical hunt, you finally invite John Winchester into your bed, but you get more than you asked for when Dean comes back and gets involved.
Characters:Â John Winchester, Dean Winchester & reader (OC, second person)
AO3 Link:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/59479396
Warnings:Â 18+, Swearing, Smut, female reader, threesome, double penetration, unprotected p in v, ass play, age gap, no use of Y/N, etc.
Notes:Â This is day 2 to go with this kinktober list. The prompt I used was double penetration. When I started this fic, Dean and John were winning the pool so that's why I chose this duo. Credit for the gifs @jdmorganz & @spacedean
In the darkness you laid waiting. A strange smell was coming from the heater that was barely blowing out any hot air, leaving you cuddling the comforter closer to your body. Today you had done something bold. Something you never thought you would have the strength to do. After going on a hunt with John that was very physical, you decided that you wanted to give yourself to him. So when John went to take a shower in the room that was connected to yours, you wrote him a note and left it on the table for him to find when he got back. You made sure to put the corner of the note under the bottle of whiskey so he would certainly see it. John always drank himself to sleep every night so you knew he wouldnât miss it.
Lately, you had been spending a lot of alone time with John. Especially with Dean trying to prove himself to his father and him going off on his own for hunts. Sam was away at college and truthfully? You looked forward to it just being the two of you.
You were a fellow hunter that teamed up with John and Dean after a group of vampires killed your family. The boys had empathy for you being alone, so they taught you everything they knew and trained you. You were Deanâs age, but there was something about John that drew you to him. When Dean was around, you tried to hide your feelings for John. You didnât want to make it weird since you were the same age as Dean. When youâd flirt with John, a lot of the time heâd flirt back. On the nights he had a few drinks in him, thatâs when Johnâs confidence seemed to come out more. Maybe it was just because he was more relaxed, but the things he would say to you when the two of you were flirting would warm you to the core. Many nights you wished he would take you, but it often led to John falling asleep with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.
Tonight, you just wanted more. So you finally made it known.
After you left that note for John, you went back to your room leaving the connecting door between the two rooms unlocked. You stripped out of your clothes, turned the lights off and laid at the center of the bed.
Your note was very direct.
I want you. Iâll leave the door unlocked. Iâll be naked underneath the blankets.
It felt like things were taking too long. And that left you having second thoughts. Maybe John didnât have those kind of feelings toward you. Maybe he would just flirt back with you not to make you feel bad about yourself. The longer you waited, the more you wondered if you should have just put your clothes back on and went to explain yourself to John.
Right as you went to pull the blankets back, the sound of the door pushing open was heard. Your blood rushed through your veins with excitement. Nothing was said. It was so dark in the room with the heavy curtains covering the windows that you couldnât see him. You just heard him. That was something you were starting to regret.
The sound of something dropping to the floor was heard causing you to let out a nervous breath. There was a dip at the bottom of the bed and you felt the blankets being pulled up at the bottom. A cool rush of air surrounded you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of a body crawling up the bed from the bottom.
Rough fingertips dragged across your ankle toward the inside of your leg. Immediately it drew chills through your body. With him coming in here? That meant he wanted you too. Tipping your head back into the pillows, you felt the warmth of breath hovering over you. A faint brush of lips was felt at your knee. The short stubble scratched at your flesh and you liked the way that it felt.
You wanted to speak, but he seemed determined on something else. Each kiss grew stronger as it led up over the inside of your thigh. There was a wetness that was left over your skin and you licked your lips. More than anything you wished you could watch him, but the idea that you couldnât see seemed to enhance the sensation of his kisses over your flesh. So maybe this was a good thing.
Gasping, you felt arms hooking under your thighs to pull you down toward the center of the bed closer to him. The force his hands had on your flesh was strong and you were surprised how eager he seemed for this. Licking your lips, you lifted your head with the warmth of his breath lingering over your most personal parts. His right arm released one of your legs, pushing at your thigh to separate your legs enough for him to be able to bury his head between your thighs.
A few stray kisses were pressing further up the inside of your thigh until he found your core. Kiss after gentle kiss covered your folds with him taking his time. By the time his tongue dragged a strip out over the length of your sex, he had you trembling with anticipation. Focusing on the buildup was not something that you pictured John doing, but he was. When his tongue met your clit, it circled your sensitive bundle of nerves with soft circles at first. Growing in strength with each circle of his tongue led to him slurping at the small nub.
Moaning out, your hips lifted toward him wanting to feel more of that, but his left arm was still hooked around your other thigh keeping you locked in place. Stretching your arms up, you balled the material of the blanket in your fingers squeezing tightly. Each stroke of his tongue grew stronger focusing for a while on your clit until he turned his attention onto your folds sucking at them and giving them a small nibble.
Your breathing grew broken, your eyes slamming shut with him drawing a long line down from your clitoris to your entrance. Teasing at the tight hole had you whimpering out, your fingers squeezing even harder at the blankets. Prodding at your entrance with his tongue, he slurped and sucked before dragging the length of his tongue back up toward your clitoris to do the same dance with his tongue.
Thatâs where he focused for a while, his mouth working hard at the bundle of nerves. Switching from his mouth to his fingers to circle it with a bit of pressure. He was working to get you to an orgasm first and you appreciated it. You were enjoying what he was doing very much and you were letting him know with the sounds he was drawing out from you.
Crying out, your hips were rocking into his movements with your thighs twitching. You were right on the edge of your orgasm and he could tell by the way you were breathing. The strength of his tongue grew with him burying his head further between your thighs. It didnât take long before you were shuddering beneath him, your thighs tremoring from what he had done to you.
Releasing the blanket, you licked your lips and tried to catch your breath. Fuck. That was good. Soon he was kissing up the lengths of your body. Over your abdomen, between your breasts and then over the side of your neck. Bracing his weight over your body, you felt the warmth of his breath lingering over your lips and you leaned up toward him wanting him to kiss you.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do that,â the familiar voice breathed against your lips causing your body to immediately tense up. You knew that voice, but the only problem? That wasnât John Winchester.
âDean?â you blurt out his name hearing the confused breath that followed.
âYeah?â Deanâs raspy voice replied back. Involuntarily, without thinking, you immediately pushed into the center of his chest shoving him back. Scrambling for the light, you flicked it on and when you met the green-eyed stare of Johnâs son you let out a small scream. It had Dean jumping up from the bed, standing beside it. He was shirtless only wearing his jeans that were hanging low at his hips. The room was spinning around you as you buried your face in your hands. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhatâs going on?â the door swung open with John soaked standing in the doorway clinging tightly to the worn-down white towel that he had grabbed from the bathroom. Coming to a quick halt, Johnâs eyes fell upon your bare breasts that were revealed with the blanket hanging at your waist and color flooded into his face. âOh, wowâŚâ
Tugging the blanket up, you covered yourself wishing that the world would just open up and swallow you whole. Lifting your stare, you saw that John was looking to Dean expecting some kind of answer. Dean threw his hands up in the air, his jaw flexing in panic. Having a nearly naked John soaking wet, only holding the towel that he had grabbed together with his hand and a shirtless Dean in your room made you feel lightheaded.
âDoes someone want to tell me whatâs going on, orâŚ?â John finally spoke up, reaching up to brush his fingers through his wet hair to slick it back.
âI got the note you left for me,â Dean explained pulling the note you left for John out of his back pocket. Holding it up, it had Johnâs eyes narrowing trying to read what it said. âI donât understand, why did you just scream?â
âDamn it,â you scoffed under your breath hating that you were being put in this position. âI didnât leave that note for you, I left it for him.â
Pointing to John had Deanâs face going completely pale, his eyes growing wide as he looked to John, âHim? My dad?â
âI didnât even know you were going to be back today Dean,â you claimed with guilt eating away at you over what just happened. John stepped forward to snatch the note from Deanâs fingers to read it. A raspy laugh fell from Johnâs lips that he tried to hide by biting down on his bottom lip. âThis isnât funny.â
âItâs a little funny,â John confessed with a wrinkle of his nose looking between the two of you. âCome on, I thought it could be something bad. Demons. Vampires. Something else. This? This is at least a little amusing.â Â
âItâs not,â Dean snapped, his chest rising and falling heavily. By his reaction, he was offended that the note you left was for his father and not him. âI thought dad told you that I was coming back tonight and you missed me.â
âI mean, I missed you, butâŚâ your eyes lingered back to John, your stare dropping down to the top of his towel making your mouth go dry. âIt was meant for him.â
âYouâŚyou want to be with my dad?â Dean blurt out, his face scrunching up in disgust looking between you and John. You were embarrassed, but at the same time your body was still euphoric off the orgasm that Dean had got you to before everything fell to shit. âBut, youâre my age.â
âI know,â you whispered noticing that John was really quiet in the moment. His hazel eyes were shifting as if he was contemplating things. âIâm sorry.â
âI thought you were attracted to me. We kissed several times,â Dean reminded you of your past together with the years that you spent alone. âIâve been crushing on you this whole time and I thought you were playing hard to get. I thought the time away from meâŚâ
âThis doesnât have to be a bad thing,â John interrupted Dean, holding his finger up to silence his son. âWe can actually make a very good thing happen from this.â
âHow?â Dean panted, his hands resting at his hips while he tried to catch his breath. âI just found out the woman that Iâm jonesing for wants to fuck my dad. I canât imagine how weird that is for you since sheâs my age.â
âWellâŚâ John paused to think about what to say next, his eyes fixating on you again. âI wouldnât have turned her down if I found the note first Dean.â
âCome again?â Dean threw his head about dramatically with John sucking at his bottom lip. âThe two of youâŚyou want toâŚ?â
âI do,â John admitted with a grunt, carefully closing the door behind him. Switching on the main light, John cleared his throat and waved his hand about in the air. âSo you want me?â
You nodded.
âWhat about mom?â Dean stammered to find words, his eyebrows furrowed with John muttering something under his breath.
âYour mom is dead, Dean. I will love her until the day I die and I will do everything to avenge her, butâŚâ John let his words linger, his head tipping from side to side. âI am a manâŚand sheâs a beautiful woman. We all have needs.â
It went silent in the room. Dean didnât know how to handle that. But you were thankful John was fighting for this.
âHow about a two for one deal?â John reasoned having Dean let out an overwhelmed exhale. âYou obviously have some kind of attraction for Dean. Would you be against having both of us?â
âDad?â Dean tried to get his fatherâs attention with John holding his hand up to silence Dean.
âI meanâŚâ you started, taking a look between both of them. Dean was breathing heavily, undoubtedly worked up and confused. After what Dean had just done to you, he proved that he was ultimately talented with his mouth. That was the honest to god truth. âI wouldnât say no. Itâs Dean that I would worry about.â
âYou like the girl, right?â John commented, stepping further into the room, shrugging his broad shoulders. âThis way you get to be with her. We both do.â
âYeah, but youâre my dad,â Dean stressed, his eyes narrowing and he dramatically bobbed his head about. âThatâsâŚthatâs kind of weird.â
âItâs bonding,â John came up with the first thing he could think of and it made you smile. John was trying to come up with an idea to make this work for everyone and honestly? You didnât hate it. âItâs a father and a son sharingâŚâ
Swallowing down hard, John moved over to the side of the bed lowering down on it. Extending his hand out, he grabbed the blankets and pulled it down over your body letting the blanket rest at your hips. Your naked upper half was on display and you were okay with it.
Stretching out his long fingers, John palmed in over your abdomen. Dragging it up over your breast, he cupped it firmly in his large hand and it had Deanâs cheeks flushing over with color, âIf you want to leave, youâre welcome to, but I think youâd be missing out.â
Giving his son a final glance, John turned toward you, using his free hand to curl his finger in underneath your chin to get you to raise your head up. Claiming your lips in a forceful kiss took your breath away. Your eyes came to a slow close with the way he took you in that moment. You had always wanted to kiss John, but never had the guts to do it. Now with his lips caressing over yours, you were eagerly kissing him back enjoying the taste of him. Surprised, you felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to brush against yours and you lifted your hand to hook your fingers into his wet hair.
âGood girl,â John growled when his lips pulled away from yours, capturing your jaw between his thumb and index fingers. Stealing a quick look back at Dean, John knew that by the expression over his sonâs face he was lost in contemplation. âIf this weirds you out too much, youâre welcome to leave.â
In that moment, Johnâs hand lowered with his thumb circling over your nipple causing it to grow into a hard bud. He was so nonchalant about the way he was doing things. It had Deanâs eyes following the movement with his lips parting.
After taking a minute to consider, Deanâs hands rested at his hips and he nodded, âYou would want both of us? And youâre okay with that?â
âI am,â you admitted right as John lowered down again to start covering the side of your neck with wet kisses. His left hand wrapped around your throat in a possessive grasp eliciting a hiss from you, but you liked the way that it felt.
With a nod, Dean moved across the room and sat at the other side of you opposite of John. Matching his fatherâs motions, Deanâs lips pressed in over your jawline pampering your flesh with wet kisses. The grasp Johnâs hand had on your throat grew stronger having you suck in a sharp breath. A moment later, he was standing up from the bed and Dean stole a quick kiss from your lips. The taste of you still lingered over his lips making you hum.
âAlright sweetheart,â John breathed out, curling his finger in underneath your chin to get you to turn your head toward him. Releasing the grasp he had on the towel had it fall to his feet in a thud allowing his body to be exposed to you. With John still being wet from his shower, the dark curls of hair over his body enhanced the lines of every inch of him. Johnâs girthy uncut cock was semi-erect and it was big. He also had a nice set of testicles on him too. It took your breath away seeing it. By the look on Johnâs face you knew he was waiting for you to pleasure him. You could tell by the expecting look in his hazel eyes. Grabbing a hold of the base, John wiggled it a bit bringing your attention to it. âGo ahead.â Â
With a smirk you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over the side. Stepping closer, John allowed you to press lingering kisses at his hips. It had his head tipping back, his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. Nibbling at the soft flesh just under his navel had him releasing an intoxicating growl that spread chills throughout your body.
Shakily reaching up, your fingers curled loosely around Johnâs manhood giving it a few small strokes. At that moment, you felt the warmth of Dean moving in behind you. A tender caress at your shoulders was felt before he started pampering your flesh with hot, wet kisses. Stepping closer to the bed, John lifted his cock up to your lips dragging it across your lips.
âBe a good girl and open your mouth,â John ordered and you did as he said. Wrapping your lips around Johnâs cock had him humming out with his fingers sinking into your hair. With flicks of your tongue, you lapped at Johnâs body enjoying how he seemed to grow harder in your mouth. Purring out against Johnâs flesh had him moaning out when you felt Deanâs hands drag across the length of your breasts. Deanâs hands were everywhere, touching you and caressing you in attempts to sooth you and make you comfortable. Pulling your lips away from Johnâs body, you took your time to sheath him in your grasp teasing the flesh back and forth over his growing erection. His hazel eyes watched you closely with you leaning in to kiss at the tip of his cock, sweeping your tongue around the sensitive underside. âThatâs it.â
Purring out, you felt Deanâs hand reaching between your thigh to caress over your mound. The sound vibrated against Johnâs body having him involuntarily arching forward toward you. Dean left tiny nibbles at your shoulder and John led you back toward his arousal. Hooking his fingers around the back of your head helped in leading you to take his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. It was hard to take at first, a slight gagging sound falling from your throat with John groaning out. Thrusting his hips toward your throat had his cock pulling back and pushing forward toward the back of your throat. Wet, slurping sounds were filling the air and Johnâs manhood was growing harder with every move he made.
âThatâs good,â John hummed, pulling you away from his cock by grasping your hair and tugging you back. Stroking his erection in his palm drew attention to the tip and you held your tongue out eliciting a smile from John. Tapping his length against your tongue had an amused rumble of a sound escaping him. Deanâs fingers were working furiously between your thighs and greedily you were rocking your hips against his movements. Dragging your tongue across the slit of Johnâs manhood left you with the taste of him and you licked your lips. âDean, get up.â
Snapping his fingers, John pointed to the area beside him. Doing as he was told had you panting out, yearning to be touched again with your hips twitching and your body aching at the loss of friction. Whimpering, Johnâs firm grasp returned with him getting you to tip your head back. A demanding, breath-taking kiss was stolen from your lips and it had you caressing up over the back of his neck, sinking your fingers into his thick locks. The way his tongue caressed over yours made it feel like the room was spinning around you. As soon as Dean stepped before you, John took his time pulling back, giving your bottom lip a tiny tug and then he dragged his tongue out over the inside of your bottom lip.
Licking his lips when he pulled away, John dragged his thumb over his bottom lip. There was still discomfort in Deanâs features when you looked to him. Undoubtedly this was the first time that he had a threesome with his father and you pictured thatâd be uncomfortable for anyone. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John stroking over his length in sluggish movements. Between the two of them, there were a lot of similarities, but also a lot of differences. John had a lot more hair on his body, whereas Dean was mostly smooth.
Grasping to the loops on Deanâs jeans, you tugged him forward eliciting a gasp from him. Stumbling toward you, Dean swept his fingers in over the side of your face drawing you to close your eyes. Turning your head toward his touch left you appreciating the gentleness of Dean. Kissing at his pulse point took Deanâs breath away and he shuddered. There was a big difference between John and Dean already. John was dirty in the best of ways, but Dean appeared to be more innocent. Then again, did an innocent man really have that kind of talent when going down on someone?
Unhooking the belt in Deanâs pants, you felt a breath catch in your throat with John lowering down beside you on the bed. John was sweeping your hair from your neck, his mouth covering the side of your neck with you pulling apart Deanâs pants. Licking his lips, Dean traced his thumb in over your bottom lip collecting the wetness at your lips. Allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth, you looked up at him with big eyes enjoying the way that it felt between the two of them.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Dean commented, his green eyes locked on your movements while you sucked at the tip.
âFucking gorgeous,â John agreed, his large palm pressing between your thighs causing your eyes to flutter to a close. Shifting your hips forward and opening your thighs gave room for John to caress and touch you as he pleased.
Parting the material of Deanâs jeans, you tried to focus yourself. Sliding your hands down over his hips, you grabbed at his jeans tugging them down firmly. The movement had Deanâs hard cock bouncing free from behind the confinements. Unlike John, Dean was already rock solid with his erection throbbing. Which honestly made since after everything the two of you had already gone through before John showed up. Like his father, he was uncut and big. Not as thick as John, but still impressive. It visibly ran in the family.
The way it bobbed in front of you had your mouth watering. Like you had done with John, you curled your fingers around Deanâs length, stroking it while you peppered his hips with wet kisses. Gasping, you felt your body being pulled forward toward the edge of the bed. It had you falling back on your elbows. John had lowered himself between your thighs and Dean had knelt on the corner of the bed to make it easier for him to trace the tip of his cock over your lips. Drawing your mouth open further, you allowed Dean to press his hips forward to sink his cock between your lips. Dragging your tongue along the smooth length of his cock had Dean dropping his head back and moaning out.
John now had situated himself between your legs, his rough palms caressing over the fleshy part of your thighs. It was hard to focus with Johnâs kisses growing closer to your core, but you did your best to stroke over Deanâs body at the same pace that your mouth was moving over his length. By the time that Johnâs mouth met your center, it was easy to tell that he was much rougher than Dean was. Closing your eyes, you hummed against Deanâs cock getting him to shudder on his knees before you. Bracing himself with his free hand on the bed, Dean lowered just enough to help start thrusting his hips forward drawing his cock further into your throat.
Wet slurping sounds surrounded the both of you between John eating you out and you giving Dean a blowjob. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see John shaking his head from side to side. Pulling back every so often to lick his lips. John was feasting on you like he hadnât eaten in weeks. Growls were escaping his throat, his tongue lapping at your entrance having you crying out.
One of Johnâs long, slender digits circled your entrance before pushing forward into your warmth. Cooing out, you watched John pumping his finger inside of you at a steady tempo. Joining the first, John inserted a second finger rubbing them up against your g-spot. Dropping his head back between your thighs, Johnâs lips latched to your clit, slurping and suckling at the sensitive bud.
âRest back,â Dean urged you getting you to lay back against the bed. Bracing his hands on the bed, Dean used his right hand to urge his cock back to your lips. Opening up, you knew you were shaking with what John was building up inside of you. Sinking his member back into your mouth had Dean moaning out at the heat that surrounded him. Being careful at first, Dean was thrusting his hips working to fuck your throat while John pleasured you.
It was hard to breathe, but you were doing your best with your hands squeezing up and over Deanâs hips. Tremoring, you began to realize the pressure that John was flooding you with. The pit of your belly was tingling, your hips arching up toward every caress of his tongue. Moaning out sent vibrations throughout Deanâs body with his cock down your throat. A wet sound filled the air with a growl from John having you pulling your hips up and away from him. Pushing into Deanâs hip gave him the hint he needed to let you have a minute with you rolling onto your side. Your body was shaking, your thighs twitching and your eyes slammed close.
âOh, sheâs gonna be fun,â John stammered, getting up from the bed and reaching for you. Moving you to the center of the bed, John gave Dean a quick look and cleared his throat. âWhy donât you go first?â
âYeah?â Dean confirmed with John who gave him a confident nod. Crawling in over you, Dean attempted to get you to open your eyes. Whimpering out, your breathing was broken and your body was still high off of what John had done to you. âLook at me beautiful.â
Forcing your eyes open, your heart skipped a beat at the way that Dean was looking at you. Even though this whole thing was meant for John, you werenât really losing out in getting Dean either. He was gorgeous and the way he looked at you took your breath away.
âIâm gonna go grab something,â John announced pointing back toward the door that connected your rooms together. There was a kick to his step, but before you could say anything to beckon him back, Deanâs hand palmed in over the side of your face getting your eyes to connect with his.
This was never a way you pictured yourself with Dean. Yeah, the two of you had kissed in heat of the moment situations or when you were both drunk, but you never saw it going any further than that. But now with the warmth of Deanâs naked body over yours, you realized that this was actually happening.
Bracing himself on his left hand, Dean allowed his hand to trace down over your side, down over your hip and to your thigh. Chills flooded your body with the way it felt, your breath catching in your throat with the way he looked at you. It was safe to say that you were looking at Dean in a completely new light.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve dreamt of doing this,â Dean breathed, his words vibrating against your lips with you arching up toward him wanting him to kiss you. An arrogant smirk tugged at his lips and it was a smile that you had seen so many times before on John. Bringing your lips together in a heated sweep, Dean reached between the two of you leading himself to your entrance. With a push forward of his hips, the tip entered you causing you to moan out and drop your head back into the pillows further. Deanâs lips found their way to your jawline, peppering your skin with wet kisses that felt incredible.
Deanâs forehead pressed forward against yours, pushing forward agonizingly slow until he filled you completely. It had your hips arching up toward his, your body trembling at the way it felt with him inside of you. Your lips were agape, your fingers caressing into Deanâs shoulders until his hips pulled back. Each movement was dragged out with Dean thrusting forward and then back. Everything was brand new so you felt like Dean was taking his time to cherish the way your warmth felt around him. Footsteps were heard and you clung to Dean, looking beyond the bed to see that John was returning to the room. Setting down what he had grabbed on the corner table, John smirked seeing you biting down on your bottom lip as Deanâs movements grew faster. Sharp breaths were falling from your throat, your eyes locked on Johnâs while his son fucked you. Dropping his hand down, John curled his fingers around his swollen erection sheathing the skin in his fist as he jerked himself off.
With your eyes still locked on John, you kissed at the side of Deanâs face moaning in his ear as his thrusts became more pronounced with his hips smacking up against yours.
âAlright Dean, donât be greedy,â John slurred, moving over beside the bed to hint to Dean that it was time to switch up. With a frown, Dean pulled his hips away from yours leaving you with a whimpering sound. It didnât take long for John to reach for you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Positioning himself between your thighs, he got on his knees at the edge of the bed hooking his arms under your knees to pull your legs up over his thighs. âYouâve been a real tease, you know that?â
Licking your lips, you lowered your stare to watch John grabbing a hold of his erection, tapping the swollen tip against your clit. Purring out, you arched your hips up toward John hearing him hum in appreciation. Tracing his cock over the length of your sex, John took his time to admire your body stretched out before him. Lining his body up with your entrance had you sucking in a sharp breath of air. With a firm smack forward, John thrust inside of you with a wet sound. Unlike Dean who took his time, John forced you to take all of him. Whining out, your body arched at the stretching feeling his thick cock left you with.
âNow thatâs a beautiful sight,â John hummed, licking his lips at the way his cock looked inside of you. Pulling his hips back dragged out his girthy cock just to the tip. Hooking his arms tightly around your thighs, John smacked forward again. It had your breasts bouncing with the force, your cries flooding the air. Repeating the motion again and again, John kept his right arm hooked firmly around your thigh while the left outstretched to cup one of your breasts in his large palm. Circling his thumb in over the nipple, with his head tipping back.
âDoes that feel good?â Dean whispered, the warmth of him pressing in beside you and you felt his lips kissing at your jawline. Nodding, you couldnât form words. You just turned your head to the side and met Dean in another hot, lingering kiss. Johnâs thrusts seem to grow stronger having you wince against Deanâs mouth. Dropping his right hand, Deanâs fingers connected with your clit trying to match the pace his fatherâs hips were making. Cooing out, you bit at Deanâs bottom lip giving it a firm tug enjoying the moan that you got from Dean.
âI have an idea,â John announced, pulling his body from yours swiftly leaving you with the worst empty, aching feeling that you could imagine. Breathing loudly, your heart was hammering in your chest while Deanâs fingers continue to caress over your sensitive folds. Heading to the table to grab what he had brought in, John waved his finger about and nodded toward the bed. âGet on your hands and knees.â
Doing as you were told, which you often did when John gave you an order, you shakily pulled yourself up. It was harder than you thought it would be with the way your body was tremoring. Bracing yourself, you looked over your shoulder when you felt someone palming down between your shoulder blades over the length of your spine. It was John who was gazing over your body. His erection bounced with his movement when he palmed down over your hips to give them a firm squeeze.
With John behind you, Dean worked himself before you to lower himself down on the bed. Motioning you to lower down, Dean curled his fingers around the back of your neck and led your mouth back to his length. This time you took him eagerly between your lips, working to bob your head in steady movements over his manhood.
âYou have such a beautiful ass,â John growled, his hands squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Giving it a firm spank had you moaning against Deanâs cock and his head dropped back with a throaty groan. Another spank had your hips bouncing forward and then back against John. The sensation of his cock pressing against your bottom was there as he palmed and squeezed at your flesh once more. Pulling your lips from Deanâs arousal with a wet popping sound, you purred out with John kissing at your lower back and his hands caressing at your thighs. Lowering down behind you, John squeezed at your fleshy bottom, separating the flesh so he could drag his tongue in a long strip along the length of your sex. Focusing on your entrance, Johnâs tongue flicked, plunged and he slurped at your flesh. Kissing at the tip of Deanâs cock, you tried to focus on continuing to give him a blowjob but you felt Johnâs tongue drag out against your tight pucker and it made you whimper. Looking back, you saw John pushing apart your cheeks while his tongue focused on your ass eliciting a whine from you. It was a strange sensation that you had never done before, but you didnât hate it. It had your body tremoring, your hips bouncing back toward him with a growl from John vibrating against your body. Pulling back, John spit causing your hips to bounce forward before he went back to eagerly feasting at your body. Standing up, John yanked your hips back and sank into you again with his thumb circling your tight pucker. Trembling beneath him, your head lowered resting against Deanâs hip with the loud smacking sounds that Johnâs thrusts were causing. âDo you think you can take the both of us.â
âYou meanâŚâ you cooed out with Johnâs thumb pushing itâs way into the ring of muscle of your tight canal while he continued to pound into your pussy leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.
âYes, thatâs exactly what I mean,â John rumbled proudly, sucking in a sharp breath with how good it felt with the warmth of your body surrounding him. By the sounds you were making and the way you were tremoring, it was obvious that you were nearing another orgasm. Right when he got you to the edge, he pulled from your body eliciting an upset whine. âLay down on your side. Dean, get her comfortable.â
Helping you to roll over onto your side, Dean laid in beside you urging your leg up over his hip. Pressing in closely, Dean reached between the two of you to lead his cock back into your eager body. Arching in closer to Dean, you were still riding off the high of John almost getting you to another orgasm only to keep you from it. Deanâs heavy breaths were warm against your lips while the two of you shared kisses with the bed dipping behind you.
The heat of Johnâs body moving in behind you had your forehead pressing to Deanâs. Licking at his lips, Deanâs fingers swept over your jawline having you turn your head toward his hand to press a kiss at the center of his palm.
Tender caresses were felt over your fleshy bottom and it surprised you since John had been rather forceful with the way he had done things previously. Looking back over your shoulder, you met John in a passionate kiss. Sliding in closer to you, John reached for the bottle of lube that he had grabbed earlier. Popping open the lid had your heart hammering inside of your chest. Deanâs movements had slowed with his hands dropping to your hips to keep you steady.
âDean,â you panted, your body aching with the way he was stagnant inside of you. Your body wanted that movement, it needed it. Forcing you forward toward Dean, Johnâs hands braced at the small of your back. Arching your back, you felt the cool liquid pouring down in over your flesh and closed your eyes tightly when Johnâs fingers started to stroke and prod over your tight pucker. Wincing, you buried your head against the side of Deanâs neck, panting when Johnâs fingers entered you. Thrusting again and again to prepare you for what undoubtedly you werenât ready for.
When Johnâs fingers pulled from your body, you whined and John hushed you from behind. Again he reached for the bottle to coat his thick cock in the slick fluid. Pressing his hips forward, John brought your bodies together with all of your legs tangling with how you were sandwiched between both him and Dean.
âYouâre such a good girl,â John growled, nipping at your jawline giving your chin a small bite. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, you tensed up with the swollen tip of Johnâs cock at your tight hole. Bouncing your hips up had Dean moaning out and his grasp on your hips grew tighter. âHey, relax. I would never hurt you. Ever.â
âI know,â you tried to relax yourself, lowering your hips back down. Caressing down over your arm, Johnâs left hand found yours. Hooking his fingers with yours, he used his right hand to lead himself into your tight opening. A deep rumble of a growl fell from Johnâs throat as the tip of his cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle. It had you clutching tightly to Dean who whispered calming words in your ear while he pressed kisses against your skin. âJohn.â
âI know,â John hushed, a raspy moan rumbling against the back of your neck from where he was nuzzling his nose. Reaching back, you grasped a hold of Johnâs thigh, your fingers digging into his flesh. Using his strength, he pushed forward further having you let out a pained sound. âDo you need me to stop?â
âNo,â you realized that your fingers were digging so hard into his skin that he might have thought you needed to. âJust give me a minuteâŚâ
âNo problem,â John whispered, his hand lifting up to curl his fingers around your throat. Closing your eyes, you appreciated the way that Deanâs lips covered yours. Soon as you were relaxed, you gave John the nod to continue to fill you. The stretch between the two of them was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had never felt this full before and it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. âLet us know when youâre okay.â
âYou can go ahead,â you confirmed for them, swallowing hard bringing more attention to the grasp that was over your throat. Whimpering, you didnât expect this to feel like it did, but you didnât hate it. Their movements were uneven at first. Dean faster because you were already used to him inside of you, but John was slower, trying to work you into being comfortable. By the time their tempos matched, it left you a panting mess between them. Their hands were everywhere, touching you and making you theirs. Deanâs moans were short often with his nose buried against the side of your neck and Johnâs were loud, raspy against the back of your neck or on your shoulder.
The sounds coming from the both of them turned you on more than you could ever imagine. Which honestly probably helped you enjoy this all the more. Lowering your hand, you curled it around John and urged his movements to be harder.
âAre you okay?â Dean whispered, drawing your attention to him by grasping at your chin. With a nod, you knew that you were breathless and you could hardly gather your words. Deanâs mouth claimed yours again, his tongue brushing against yours.
With how paper think these walls were, you hoped that no one was on the other side because none of you were being quiet. The headboard was smacking up against the wall, moans flooding the air. By now your hips were eagerly rocking back between Dean and John taking them in and out of you.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â John slurred against the side of your face, his grasp growing tighter to your hips. With how hard he was grasping to your flesh, you wondered if it would leave a mark. Pulling your hand forward, you hooked your fingers with Johnâs. Nipping at your earlobe, John gave it a small tug before whispering in your ear. âYouâre doing so good. Iâm so proud of you.â
âPleaseâŚâ you panted knowing that you were still riding that line of being right on the edge of an orgasm. Realizing what it was you were looking for, Dean started to bounce his hips harder against you. It had you rocking back harder toward John so every pull and push of their cocks was not only harder, but faster inside of you.
The smacking of Johnâs lower abdomen against your ass grew louder until he roared out, pulling out of you and you felt the splashes of his cum covering your ass along with your lower back. Kiss after forceful kissed was pressed at your neck with Dean pulling you closer to him. He was desperate to get you a release as well as himself. Sinking your fingers into his hair, you purred out and tossed your head back when a rush flooded to your temples. Covering your lips with his, Deanâs moans became more frequent with him pulling his hips back and thrusting his hand over his length until he covered your lower abdomen with his release.
Dropping down beside you, the three of you laid out at the center of that bed trying to catch your breath. Johnâs arm possessively wrapped around your waist with Deanâs arm stretched out across your shoulders. For a long time, you were all quiet. Saying nothing because what else was there to say? You were all riding off the high of your orgasms.
âItâs going to be weird from here on out, isnât it?â Dean lifted his head, his messy hair in his eyes while he looked you over.
âOnly if you let it be,â John snorted, turning his face further into his pillow with a huff. âDonât ruin a good thing Dean. Shut up.â
An involuntary laugh fell from your lips. It got you a glare from Dean, but you were impressed that John wasnât going to let this change anything. You didnât want anything to change. The only thing that maybe you hoped would possibly change was getting to sleep with them on occasion. Other than that? This was the perfect scenario for you and you loved it.
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pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x f!reader
themes/content: tennis player gojo, tennis player geto. smut. language, brief alcohol consumption, petnames (baby, sweetheart), fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), oral (f receiving, very brief m receiving), creampie, cum eating, p in v (doggy, reverse cowgirl). 18+, MDNI
word count: 5.1k
a/n: can you guys tell i watched challengers and miss tennis also yay my first stsg smut (based on their vibes from hidden inventory bc they're just so silly teehee) hope y'all enjoyyy (i also have no idea how this got so long oops)
Heat radiates off the court, the sun beaming down against your skin. The air is dry, tense, the only sound between the chirping cicadas is the bright green tennis ball being thrown against the ground.
Once.
Twice.
Gojo readies his racquet, tossing the ball into the air as his eyes meet the glaring sun. In one swipe the crack of his serve electrifies the stadium. The opposing team swings but doesnât even come in contact with his hit, the ball rattling the fence behind them as applause breaks out.
âAnd with that, Gojo and Geto have won the menâs doubles!â the announcerâs voice booms through the arena.
The white-haired boy tosses his racquet aside as he charges his teammate, gripping him in a hug as they tumble across the court. Even from the stands their grins are palpable, the shared ecstasy of victory radiating off their bodies.
ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ
âYâknow,â Gojo starts through a mouthful of orange slices, âthat backhand you hit during the second set was crazy.â
âSatoru,â Geto chuckles, âyou know itâs rude to talk with food in your mouth.â Reaching up a hand, he wipes away the juice that had begun trickling down the other boyâs chin with his thumb. âBut thank you. Thatâs what practice gets you.â
âI practice!â Gojo retorts, continuing to chew the flesh of the fruit.
âWhen, between all the beer and girls?â Suguru takes a long sip of his Gatorade, his dark eyes never wavering from the bright cerulean of his friendâs.
âSânot my fault I know how to balance work and play,â he teases. âSpeaking of which, youâre going to the Nike party with me tonight.â
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo, Satoru, we have our final match against each other tomorrow, and Iâm not planning to throw the game because you just so happen to convince me to join you in your debauchery.â
âYes,â Gojo smirks, âbecause Iâm gonna be there, and I refuse to go without you.â
With a roll of his eyes, Geto acquiesces, unable to refuse Satoruâs dramatic pout as he bats his eyelashes. âFine, but you have to at least let me win a set when we play tomorrow.â
âDeal,â Satoru beams, filling his mouth with another slice of orange.
ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ
The party is loud, neon lights glaring against the darkness of the night. Music blares as miscellaneous players chat, chasing whatever brand deal or sponsorship they think they deserve.
Youâre better than that, though - after all, you already have your scholarship lined up for school next year, a full-ride to play tennis until you graduate college. The peace of that knowledge allows you to stand at the outskirts of the party, idly sipping your drink, unpressured to force a conversation with those around you.
When Gojo and Geto walk in, you swear you feel the air thicken. Recruiters flock to them, opponents run from them, but everyone whoâs anyone knows that theyâre here. You roll your eyes at the theatrics, turning your attention to tug at the hem of your skirt.
âHey,â a sudden voice appears beside you as the smell of cologne hits your senses, the scent vaguely reminiscent of the ocean. Glancing up, your eyes meet the brightest blue ones youâve ever seen. âIâm Gojo,â he introduces, extending his hand out.
Crossing your arms, you smirk. âI know who you are.â
Behind him, another man suddenly appears, his dark hair pulled back into a bun. âIâm Geto,â he waves, not willing to enter the trap of your rejection by offering his hand.
Gojoâs lips form into a sly grin as he eyes you up. âWell, we know who you are, too.â
âOh yeah?â
âYeah,â he tilts his head - god, he was cocky. âYou won the womenâs singles today, we caught the end of your game. You played well.â
Taken aback at his genuine compliment, you almost let your guard down, relaxing your shoulders. âT-thanks,â you stammer, suddenly taking in the reality of being flattered by the Satoru Gojo.
âBut,â he smirks, âyou shouldâve won an hour before we got there - your opponent had a weak spot on her forehand volley, you shouldâve exploited it.â
And thereâs the overconfidence.
Rolling your eyes, you scoff. âThanks,â you reply sarcastically, turning to leave, âbut I donât remember asking you to be my coach.â
âYou haven't, yet.â A devilish smile is plastered on Satoruâs face, illuminated by the glowing lights around you.
âWhat he means to say,â Suguru interrupts, shooting a momentary glare at his friend, âis that weâd love to play with you sometime. Youâre really good, and we can tell you have a lot of potential.â
Your cheeks involuntarily blush at his kindness, his honesty.
âIâll, uh, Iâll think about it,â you mumble through the grin beginning to form on your face, still gathering your things to go. The noise of the music was beginning to blur your vision, your head pounding after a full day in the sun. Your muscles hurt, and you just want to collapse into the uncomfortable mattress in your hotel room.
âLeaving already?â Gojo teases as you begin to walk away from the pair.
Geto smacks his arm before looking at you apologetically. âIf youâre staying at the same hotel the competition put all the players up in, thereâs a way home that goes right along the ocean, if you want us to walk with you?â
âDidnât you guys just get here, though? Donât you want to stay and get courted by brand deals or something?â you ask somewhat rhetorically, incredulous that they would choose to leave with you.
âPsh, like we need it,â Gojo rolls his eyes.
With that, Suguru fully shoves him, his lanky limbs nearly catching over a nearby chair before he regains his balance, a pout evident on his face as he stares at the dark-haired man. âAgain, what Satoru means is that heâs already got a Nike sponsorship, and Iâm on a scholarship for next year; we only came tonight because we had to make an appearance.â
The gentleness in his voice inspires trust, a certain warmth to him that invites you in. Sighing, you accept their shared offer. âWell, I guess if weâre walking the same way back anyways, you might as well join me.â
A soft grin spreads across Suguruâs features as he leads you and a falsely-dejected Satoru from the venue.
ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ
The soft sounds of waves crashing fills your ears from where you kneel along the beach, sand scratching at your bare thighs. The two men sit across from you, Satoruâs head resting on Suguruâs shoulder, his white hair illuminated under the moonlight. Somehow your walk home had detoured when they promised to show you their favorite spot, one they had found when they competed here a few years prior: the cove where you currently rest is private, away from the noise of the party or any other remnants of society. Itâs peaceful.
You clear your throat, finally breaking the silence. âYou two played well today too, yâknow.â
Geto lights up at your words, a new excitement brewing beneath his skin. âYou watched our game?â His hands continue methodically working over Gojoâs calves which sprawled across his lap, releasing the tension he had built up from their earlier match.
âOf course I did,â you hum, your fingers absentmindedly drawing small patterns into the sand. âI wouldnât have missed your game for the world. You two are about to qualify for the Open, and I honestly think you have a good shot at winning it.â
âOh, weâre gonna win it,â Gojo states matter-of-factly, his gaze lazily focused on the sky above you.
You canât help but laugh at his confidence, the sound bubbling from your throat against the stillness of the night air. âHow can you be so sure?â
âBecause,â he begins, rising from where he rested against Geto, locking eyes with you, âweâre the best.â
âYou arenât the best,â you scoff in reaction. Hearing your own words, your face suddenly flushes in embarrassment - you did not just insult the two top-ranked tennis players in the country, did you?
Satoru pulls himself onto his hands and knees, leaning forward towards you as his eyes glimmer with the excitement of a challenge. Suguruâs hand rests on his back, ready to pull him back down if he oversteps (as he often does).
âOh yeah?â he taunts, inching closer to you. âAnd why is that?â
âBecause what you play isnât tennis.â
Your words seem to stun the two boys, their actions suddenly halting as they turn to you. Allowing a moment of silence to settle, your gaze falls on the waves before you, the calmness soothing your thoughts.
âTennis is electricity, an ocean. Itâs a back and forth, a give and take. All I saw out there was you taking.â
âI donât see anything wrong with taking what I want,â Gojo smirks, âespecially when what I want is to win.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with it,â you follow, âbut itâs not tennis.â Standing, you brush the sand from your skirt. âI hope to see you two actually play tennis tomorrow.â
Before you can leave, Getoâs voice breaks the silence.
âCome by our room tonight,â he purrs, gathering his confidence. âIâll show you I know more than just how to take.â
A glimmer of mischief twinkles in your eyes as you turn to him, a sly smile growing across your face. âIâll think about it.â
Turning, you walk across the beach back to the hotel.
In your absence, Gojo playfully smacks Getoâs arm. âHoly shit dude, that was smooth!â he laughs. âYou think itâs actually gonna work for us?â
ââUsâ?â Geto smirks. âI was the one putting in all the work back there, you were just being an overconfident ass.â
âPsh, girls love my confidence,â he chuckles, a sound like raindrops falling on the calm waters of the sea. His blue eyes nearly glow under the moonlight, a brightness to them thatâs never lost on Suguru. âBetter head back and get ready for our date, though.â
âYou keep saying âour,ââ Geto teases, a newfound warmth beginning to cover his body in contrast to the cool night air as the two stand to leave.
âYou know itâs always you and me, buddy,â Satoru smiles, wrapping his arm around the manâs shoulders as they plod through the sand. âYou and me.â
ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ
A knock alerts Gojo and Geto, who had been laying across the floor of their shared hotel room, eagerly awaiting your arrival. Satoru reaches the door first, swinging it open and welcoming you inside. Suguru, meanwhile, remains seated on the floor, his eyes covering your body as you saunter towards him: the curve of your thighs perfectly captured under your tennis skirt, the dip of your shoulders under your tank top, somehow a perfect balance of strength and poise.
Crossing your legs, you seat yourself across from Geto; Gojo is quick to join, holding out a beer to you. Shortly after he cracks open his own, he tosses another to Suguru as he spreads his legs out into the space between the three of you.
Tension builds in the air, an unspoken question forming in the back of your minds: why are you really here?
Even you werenât certain - sure, Geto and Gojo were hot, and talented, obviously, a true force to be reckoned with in the tennis world. But more than that, they had a certain reputation, a gravitational pull to them. Anyone who got close to the pair was launched into fame, their very presence enough to garner wealth by proxy. And, yes, you had your scholarship, but was it a sin to want more? You had dreamt of going pro since you were old enough to hold a racquet, and now, with the two of them seated before you, it finally feels within your grasp.
Satoru clears his throat. âSo, did your boyfriend happen to catch your game today?â he raises his eyebrows.
Gojo was many things, but subtle was not one of them.
âNo,â you state, your gaze maneuvering between the two. They shift uncomfortably, waiting for you to continue. âI donât have a boyfriend.â
They both visibly relax, grinning in unison.
âGood,â Suguru hums, almost inaudible above the hum of the air conditioning.
âWhat about you, did your girlfriends watch you play?â you smirk, bouncing the question back to them.
Geto is quick to shake his head, âDonât have one,â he smiles easily.
Leaning forward, Gojo ruffles his friendâs hair, which now hangs loosely over his shoulders, released from the bun that held it earlier in the night. âDonât you worry, sweetheart,â he purrs, tilting his head towards Geto, âhis lips havenât touched a womanâs in a while.â
Suguru roughly shoves him off, a sigh leaving his lips. Turning his attention to you, he forces his frown into a weak smile. âI promise, Iâve kissed plenty of girls.â Tilting your head slightly in jest, his words finally register in his mind. âN-not like that, just, I-â
âI think she gets it,â Gojo jokes, pulling himself from where he landed on the ground to sit behind his friend.
Another momentary silence falls, the energy between you crackling in expectation. Satoruâs hands find their way back to Suguruâs body, idly massaging his shoulders as the pair fixes their gaze on you. Behind Gojoâs irises lies burning hot flames; behind Getoâs, well-controlled embers.
âSo,â you eye the boys seated across from you, a subtle intimacy underlying their actions, the gentle motion of Satoruâs fingers into Suguruâs skin, âhave you two ever kissed?â
âNo.â Geto answers immediately.
âWellâŚâ Gojo trails off with a smirk, âremember that one time?â
Suguru shoots him a glare that could kill, eyes cold despite the fire behind them. âThat doesnât count.â
Leaning forward, a grin tugs at the corners of your lips as the rough carpet digs into your skin. âOh, do tell?â
Gojo mimics your motions, pulling himself onto his knees in front of you. âAround the time we met, Suguru here, the sweetheart he is, got himself a girlfriend but hadnât had his first kiss yet. So I, being the generous friend that I am, helped teach him how to do it.â
Glancing at Geto, a redness spreads across his cheeks, one that could be designated as rage or embarrassment, either an appropriate reaction to the information that had been unexpectedly revealed. âThat was years ago, Satoru,â he grumbles.
âSo youâre saying youâre a pro now, Geto?â you purr, egging him on as you place your palms in front of you, the air between you two sparking. âWhy donât you show me what Gojo taught you then, hm?â
A hint of panic lies behind his gaze as he meets yours, taking in a steadying breath. Despite the hesitation in his mind, his body knows he wants this, wants you. Without a word, he lifts a hand to your face, cupping your jaw against his rough fingertips. Pulling you in, his lips meet yours.
Heâs soft, calculated, as he kisses you. Parting his lips he gently swipes his tongue along your lower lip, bringing you closer and closer. Heâs patient and reserved, just like how he plays.
Separating for a moment, a small smile appears on his face before you turn your attention to the man next to you.
âAlright, Gojo, letâs learn from the coach,â you hum.
Immediately he crawls over to you, a complete and utter lack of hesitation as his hands find you, one moving to the nape of your neck and the other to your hip.
As his lips crash into yours, heâs demanding, ravenous. His tongue roughly works its way into your mouth, exploring it like his first taste of water after hours on the court, like heâll never get to kiss you again.
Pulling away, you smile, eyes covering the two men seated in front of you. âOkay, câmere,â you grin as you seat yourself at the end of their pushed-together twin beds.
âW-which one of us?â Geto asks.
As the words hit the air, Gojo is already moving, plopping himself down at the edge of the bed as he looks at you expectantly. Blinking at his friendâs sudden motion, Suguru follows quickly, seating himself on your other side.
Your eyes meet Gojoâs, a hint of mischief behind the cerulean, before turning to Geto, hesitation and nervousness spread across his features. Might as well make this interesting.
Shifting your body into Suguruâs, his eyelashes flutter closed as your lips meet his again. Grabbing at his shirt, you tug him closer.
âLoosen up,â you murmur into his mouth as your hands travel over his body.
Behind you, Gojoâs envy gets the best of him as he reaches around your torso. Placing open-mouth kisses along your neck, his palms travel over your chest, groping at your tits through your bra. He melds into you from behind as a moan escapes your throat, the warmth of their bodies blanketing you. Geto begins moving his arms, grabbing at any inch of your skin he can find. Before you realize it, your clothes are discarded, the boysâ shirts lost to the depths of the dirtied hotel room. Skilled fingers trace the curves of your body, tingles of electricity left in their wake.
Gojo chuckles behind you as his hands find their way between your legs, fingertips tracing your clothed cunt, sending a shiver up your spine.
âA bit eager, are we?â he teases, pulling your soaked panties to the side.
Any insults you began to form die in your throat as his long fingers enter you, a choked, âfuckâ the only thing you can get out in response. His fingertips prod at your gummy walls, finding the spot that has you rocking your hips forward, grinding yourself onto him. Your moans echo into Getoâs mouth as you chase your release.
Right as you feel the heat inside you threatening to overflow, Gojoâs motions still.
âW-whyâd you stop?â you practically whine, finally breaking away from your kiss with Suguru to face him over your shoulder.
That annoying smirk is plastered on Satoruâs face as he leans forward, his hot breath tickling your skin as his lips brush against yours.
âThat was me giving, now itâs my turn to take.â
Gojoâs arms reach around you to push Geto back onto the bed, your body still trapped between the two as you catch yourself on all fours. The dark-haired man looks up at you, stunned into silence as his hands rest tentatively on your hips. You gasp as Satoru suddenly pulls your panties down, the cool air hitting your heat.
Your gaze lands on Suguruâs, your eyes wide before you feel the pressure of Gojoâs cock pressing against your entrance from behind you. Your jaw slacks as your eyes roll back, the stretch of him overcoming your senses as he slides in inch by inch. Geto takes the opportunity to latch his lips to yours, imprecisely sucking against your soft skin.
Satoruâs moans fill the space as he bottoms out inside you. âFuuuuuck, yâfeel so good,â he groans, his pelvis resting against your ass.
As he pulls his hips away, his tip barely kissing your folds, his rough fingertips are suddenly felt against your clit. He imprecisely circles the sensitive bud as he thrusts back into you. In unison, you and Geto moan into each other through the kiss.
âKeep strokinâ me, jusâ like that, mmm,â Suguru hums from beneath you.
Fighting against the haze of your ecstasy as Gojo continues rolling his hips into you, you manage to focus your gaze downward, finding Satoruâs free hand wrapped around Suguruâs cock, precum smearing as he pumps his length.
âSânot - ah - me,â you manage to get out through Gojoâs increasingly rough thrusts.
Getoâs eyelids flit open, landing on Gojoâs over your shoulder. As soon as the two make eye contact, Satoru squeezes Suguru slightly harder as his thumb circles his tip, forcing his eyes back into his skull as his hips thrust desperately into his friendâs first.
Satoru chuckles from behind you as he begins to kiss up your spine, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His teeth nibble at your skin, the slight pain making your back arch further, letting his cock reach impossibly deeper inside you. From the new angle, he hits the same spot he proudly found moments prior.
âR-right there, Gojo, fuck,â you moan, your hands tightly gripping the sheets to stabilize yourself against the weight of his body on top of you.
From beneath you, Getoâs cock twitches in Gojoâs palm as he weakly breathes, âCall him Satoru.â
âMhm, yâknow me so well, Sugu,â Satoru purrs.
His thrusts are unrelenting, imprecise, needy. Heâs working purely off instinct and lust as he pumps in and out of you.
âSatoru,â you whine, his motions pulling you closer and closer to your release.
âYâgonna cum?â he breathes into your neck.
You would roll your eyes at the fact that you can practically hear his smirk through his words before a particularly deep thrust pulls a choked âa-ah mmmâ from you.
âIâll take that as a yes,â Gojo chuckles. âMe too, baby, me too.â
His tip repeatedly prods against your sweet spot as his thumb picks up its pace against your clit.
âHey, Suguru,â the man thrusting into you purrs, âtell me, does she look pretty when she creams all over my cock?â
Getoâs eyes flicker open, his gaze hazy as Satoru continues palming his shaft. Suddenly, your vision goes blind in ecstasy. Broken cries escape your throat as Gojoâs cock twitches inside you, painting your insides white, his hips never stilling as he fucks you through your high.
As you come down, Suguruâs words pull you back to reality. âYeah,â he breathes from below you, âshe looks real pretty.â
âAww,â Gojo fake whines, âwell thatâs no fair.â He pulls out, his cum threatening to trickle down your thighs as he removes himself from Getoâs cock to grab the manâs hand. Pulling him up, he spins you around so Suguru is seated with you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. âNow I wanna see her cum while you fuck her, Suguru,â Gojo hums.
With that, the white-haired man kneels before you, one palm resting on your thigh as his fingers spread open your folds. He slowly rubs the mix of your shared essence over your puffy cunt, his eyes full of awe.
âSuch a pretty pussy,â he murmurs, mostly to himself. Turning his attention back to you and Geto, he smirks. âYouâre gonna love fucking it, Sugu.â
Finally taking his initiative, Geto lifts you up slightly, just enough to allow his hardened cock to press against your needy hole. Slowly sinking down on his length, another shaky groan vibrates your throat as he stretches you, a searing pleasure against your walls as he fucks Gojoâs cum back into you.
âS-shit,â Suguru mutters, âfeels sâgood.â
His hands return to your hips, guiding you forward as you grind against him. Heâs slow, methodical, in the way he fucks you, a certain precision to his motions.
âJust like that,â Gojo hums from beneath you, âyâlook so perfect.â
Your mind is too clouded to decipher if heâs speaking to you or Geto, and truthfully, you donât care. You continue rocking yourself forward, Suguruâs cock stretching you so sinfully. He may not have Satoruâs length, but fuck, is he thick. Soft moans escape your lips as you lean your head back into Geto, who takes over where Gojo left off, pressing wet kisses over the skin of your neck. Suddenly, Satoru latches his mouth onto your cunt, his tongue circling your clit as he moans into you.
âYâtaste sâgood,â he groans, continuing to lap at your folds, the mixture of his seed and your slick coating his chin.
One of your hands instinctively reaches to grab his hair, pulling him into you as the other holds onto the back of Getoâs neck, tethering you to reality.
Feeling the tug at his scalp, Satoru smirks into your skin. âThat feel good, sweetheart?â
The moment you open your mouth to respond he sucks at your clit with a new ferocity, cutting your reply short as it transforms into a garbled moan of ây-ahh mhm.â Gojo chuckles beneath you at your incoherent response, his breath hot. So fucking smug.
Suguru lets out a breathy chuckle from behind you as he gradually picks up his pace. âYouâre just - hah - flattering yourself, âToru.â
Gojo smiles devilishly against you as he replaces his mouth with his thumb, rubbing unfocused circles into your bud. Lowering himself, he licks a languid stripe up the base of Getoâs cock from where he enters you before gently placing the manâs heavy balls into his mouth, sucking lightly.
Suguruâs motions stutter as he moans, his teeth biting into your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself from the buzz of pleasure that suddenly overcomes him at the new sensation.
âSeems like the flattery was warranted,â Gojo hums before his lips return to your clit, sucking softly as tension builds within your chest.
You canât even tell where you begin and they end, the searing kisses along your neck, the sounds of your shared moans filling the space. Suguruâs hips grow increasingly desperate yet restrained, small thrusts into your cunt as Satoruâs tongue continues flicking over your core. Getoâs body remains stiff beneath you as you roll your hips against him.
âLet yâself go, Suguru,â you slur, your mind too fuzzy to process the words, only sensing the tension he holds.
Getoâs palms hesitantly grow greedier as he grips at your skin, allowing himself to chase his own high. His motions get rougher, thrusts deeper; heâs always felt that carnal part inside of him, the one labeled desire, yet he would never give into it. But something in your words, the heat of your body, breaks him free of his self-imposed cage.
His grip on your hips tightens as he holds you in place, fucking himself up into you. Heâs grunting in effort, beads of sweat forming across his forehead as his fingertips dig into your skin. His motions are sloppy and rough, but so fucking good. Finally, heâs feeling it.
âMm, I - ah - mâclose,â you whine, his messy thrusts hitting every spot inside you so perfectly. The two men hum into you in acknowledgement, continuing their fervent motions.
Wet sounds of pleasure echo through the room as you get closer, until finally, the cord inside you snaps. Broken moans of their names leave your throat as you come undone, your walls fluttering around Suguruâs cock enough to send him over the edge with you. Throwing his head back, he allows himself to feel it all, take everything youâre willing to give him - as wave after wave crashes over him, his body shaking, he finally feels free.
âSo, so pretty,â Gojo hums as his gaze darts between you and Suguru, watching you two be overtaken in euphoria, together.
Satoruâs tongue never slows as he messily laps at your essence, still kneeling between your legs. Your body feels electric as you come down from the height of your ecstasy, every nerve vibrating in pleasure. The mix of Gojo and Getoâs cum feels warm inside you as it slowly drips from your cunt. With a sly grin, Satoru collects the sticky mixture on his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed as he swallows. Without a word he rises from his knees, leaning over you.
Is he about to kiss you?
No, he canât be.
He presses his chest into you as his palms cup Suguruâs jaw, the dark-haired manâs gaze unfocused as he watches his friendâs motions. Gojoâs blue eyes are nearly black from his blown pupils, Getoâs kiss-bruised lips parted as he pants. Silently, Satoru presses his lips to Suguruâs. Their tongues swirl against each otherâs, their saliva mixing as the warmth of their bodies covers you, the heat of the kiss threatening to drown you as youâre pulled under, into the current of the moment.
ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ ŕź Ë ď˝Ąâ
Back.
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
The crack of the tennis ball echoes through the stadium, each hit adding to the culminating tension hanging in the air. Each stroke was like thunder, each step like lightning as Satoru and Suguru rally.
Gojo hits a forehand down the line, forcing Geto into his weak spot - one only he would know after years of playing together, one Suguru would never dare to exploit of his teammate. Geto falters, missing the shot; a soft gasp erupts through the crowd.
âForty-love,â the announcer booms, âgame point for Gojo.â
Satoru takes his place to serve, absentmindedly bouncing the ball against the court as he readies himself.
Loosen up, Suguru.
Tossing it into the air, he hits a perfectly placed shot, the spin forcing Geto off his feet unexpectedly as he chases the path. It wasnât what he calculated - yet, you could see it in Gojoâs eyes; you could feel it.
Geto hits an off-balance return, struggling to regain his composure as he returns to center court. For a moment, you lock eyes with him.
Let yourself go, Suguru.
Satoru takes the opportunity, running up to pounce on the arcing, slow shot Suguru returned. He leaps into the air, his racquet held high.
But Geto senses something is off.
The slight smirk at the corner of Gojoâs lips, the glimmer behind his eyes.
If Geto were a betting man, he would run himself back to the opposite corner of the court, preparing to take Satoruâs signature high-speed smash that would win him the game. Yet, for a moment, Suguru lets himself feel it - thatâs not the shot his opponent is about to take.
Instead, he rushes the net. The moment his feet plant onto the ground, Gojoâs racquet makes contact with the ball, the slicing motion sending it twisting the exact opposite direction Geto would have predicted as it spins through the air. Landing it exactly where Suguru stands.
Geto volleys, not allowing the ball to make contact with the ground as he sends it back to Satoruâs side behind him. Gojo knows he canât get to the ball fast enough, and he doesnât even try; instead, he stands in place where he landed from his last play.
A wide grin forms on Satoruâs face, one of admiration, pride. âDidnât expect you to get that one, Suguru,â he gleams.
Turning around, Getoâs back faces his opponent as he returns to his place, ready for the next serve. âYour emotions gave you away, Satoru,â he purrs through a smirk.
As Gojo prepares himself to serve again, a new electricity crackles between them. You canât help but smile to yourself as you watch them play, sweat glistening off their backs as they pour themselves into the game: the back and forth, the give and the take.
This is tennis.
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Over the Limit - pt.v
jenna ortega x female reader
part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v
summary: An unlikely group formsâdid someone say road trip?
word count: 10.8k
a/n: It's officially been a month since I've started posting Over the Limit on Tumblr! Thank you everyone for the overwhelming amount of supportđ
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How are weekends meant to look for the average 20-year old? Finally sleeping in after having a week of 8am classes? Scrambling to your job that funds all your stupid vices? Maybe it was stressing over picking the sluttiest outfit you can wear since you had a frat party and needed all eyes on you?
That realm of life seemed impossible for you. When youâre from Brimstone you donât have the privilege of worrying about those thingsâno, instead on this fine Saturday morning youâre groggily rubbing your eyes open at 6am, while Hunter is panicking about the land lord whoâs five seconds away from knocking the door down.
âDude just answer,â you say annoyed, you could barely sleep last night and the last thing you needed was this antsy land lord playing drums on the door.
âI fucking canât!â Hunter whisper yells, crouching down to your position on the floor where you had slept the night prior. âHeâs gonna hand me an eviction notice when he sees me!â
And that is how your weekend begins when youâre from Brimstone.
After ignoring the loud knocks for some time, the land lord left grumbling angry curses at Hunter.
âSo youâre backed up on two months of rent?â you ask, learning the information from the man that was once outside the door.
The older guy sighs with a nod, âYeah, you know how it is. I havenât been getting much races lately. I shouldâve put a wager on you when you raced that Blond douche,â he says with a hollow chuckle.
You frown. You know exactly how it is. Itâs not rare for you to walk into the garage and hear the whispers of unhappy Sinners about their pay cut.
Race clubs had their own economy. The quickest way for racers to make money was by paying an entry fee to compete, with the total pool going to the winning racer or crew. Crews like the Sinners also occasionally hosted parties, collecting entry fees to boost their earnings.
But gambling was the bread and butterâside bets, wagers, and deals made on the outcome of races. Anyone could place a bet, whether it was on their own crew or against them, but most of the money came from outsiders: third-party crews or devoted townspeople.
And then there was the fastest, most dangerous way to make cash.
âDidnât you have a sponsor?â you asked.
Hunter's jaw tightened, and a shadow of bitterness crossed his face. "Yeah, I did. But things went south," he muttered. "Sponsors aren't what they used to be. They're too caught up in politics, or they want a cut so big it's not worth the payout."
You nodded, understanding that finding and keeping a sponsor was a double-edged sword. While they offered financial stability and access to better equipment, they came with strings attachedâcontrolling interests, unwanted appearances, and expectations that sometimes choked a racer's freedom. You had to be in at least the top 5% of racer's to even be considered by a sponsor, and Hunter was just that good. But that lifestyle was clearly not worth it for him. You don't blame him, you've heard the stories of sponsor's having crazy asks for their prodigies.
"You'd be a sponsor's dream you know?" he suddenly says.
You quirk a brow up, not knowing how so.
"You're a great racer, you get along well with the rich, you're submissiveâ
"I am not submissive!"
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After some more banter with Hunter you finally proceed with your morning and freshen up. As you're standing in front of the bathroom sink, wondering how you're going to brush your teeth, you noticed two toothbrushes in the holder.
Hunter lived alone.
Not knowing the origins of the second toothbrush and not willing to risk it, you opted to brush your teeth using your finger, and splashed some cool water on your face, trying to chase away the exhaustion and pull yourself together.
As you stared at your reflection in the mirror, a chill slid down your spine. Shock had a strange way of altering a personâs expressionâjaw locked, eyes hardened, gaze steely. The revelations of last night were etched into your face like battle scars.
You were scared. Everything you heard last night was realâthings that will directly impact you and your loved ones. It wasnât just some joke, it was real life. And about your father...ever since the revelations of last night, it's been weighing on youâif you should tell your mom about the foul play in her husbandâs death. How do you even tell someone that?
Your hands tightened around the edge of the sink, water dripping off your face and pooling on the counter. You thought about how it didn't shock you more to learn that your fatherâs death was no accident. Did that make you a terrible daughter? You thought of Anton, always armed, always prepared for whatever might come his way. Of course this life was brutal. Your father had been a founder, a leaderâhow could it not be dangerous?
But who wanted your father dead?
That was rather the question that gnawed at you, digging deeper with every passing second. Who could have wanted him gone, and why? Your fingers clenched the porcelain sink harder, the tremor in your hands matched by the anger coursing through you. And then the tears came undone, streaking down your face and mingling with the water already on the counter.
âY/n?â Hunterâs voice cut through the fog of your mind, followed by a knock on the bathroom door. âHey, you okay in there?â
You sucked in a shaky breath, fighting to steady yourself. Now was not the time nor place for breaking down.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you called out, forcing your voice into something resembling normalcy. You wiped your face with the back of your hand and swung the door open. Hunter stood there, a towel draped over his arm, eyes shadowed with worry.
He frowned as you brushed past him, taking the towel and pressing it to your damp face. The silence hung between you.
Hunterâs gaze followed you as you moved, his eyes full of questions. âY/n, lookâ he started his voice soft, hesitant, as if he was afraid that speaking too loudly would shatter you. "I don't know what's going on with you. But I know it's a lot. I already know that Jenna is a Viper and now this Ghost Smoke shit. You can talk to me about whatever you're dealing with if you want."
You paused, towel clenched in your fists, staring blankly at the wall. The weight of everything threatened to crush you, but you felt the warmth of Hunterâs hand as he reached out, resting it on your shoulder. That simple touch was enough to crack the fragile shield youâd tried so hard to maintain.
Tears welled up again, this time falling freely. Before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out, each one tugging at the raw wound inside you. âHunter, I don't know what to do.â
He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a firm embrace. The warmth and steadiness of him anchored you as you broke down, sobs shaking your frame.
âHey, itâs okay,â he whispered, his hand gently rubbing your back. âWeâll figure this out, I promise. Youâre not alone.â
The floodgates opened, and you told him everythingâhow you met Jenna, her request to find dirt on Percy, your dad supposedly wanting out of the Sinners, and the revelation that Bullet and Apex werenât just names, but legacies tied to betrayal and death. Hunter listened in silence, holding you tight, his own expression darkening with every word.
In that moment, the fear and uncertainty didnât vanish, but they felt a little more bearable. You had someone who knew, someone who would stand by you.
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You and Hunter sat side by side on his worn couch, the late morning sun casting a soft light through the window. The silence wasnât uncomfortable now; it was a shared reprieve after an outpouring of truths.
Hunter leaned back, one arm resting along the back of the couch, the other in the bag of chips he pulled out for you two. Your breakfast. He let out a breath, shaking his head slowly. âSo, Jenna came to you with this whole thing about Percy and the Ghost Smoke operation, and you just⌠jumped in? Talk about submissive.â
You punch his shoulder lightly, and managed a small smile, the relief of finally sharing the truth giving your chest room to breathe. âI didnât think it would spiral like this,â you admitted. âIt was supposed to be simpleâfind out what Percy was up to, help Jenna. But now, with what we know...â
Hunterâs eyes darkened as he nodded. âItâs more than just racing politics. Itâs deeper, more dangerous.â He glanced at you, concern still etched into his features. âAnd youâre sure Anton has no idea youâre involved?â
The question hung heavy between you, but you felt more grounded now. You nodded. âFor now, he doesnât. But I donât know how long that will last.â
A sudden thought crossed your mind, and you straightened. âDo you think Mikey knows Jenna is with the Vipers?â
Hunter shrugged, "She give you any reason to think that?"
"She was just... observant man. The other dayâwhen we went on the drive. She remembered the Aston from the footage she saw of me and Jenna. Said something about how it was the car I rolled in with 'my girl' in."
Hunterâs smirk returned, and he nudged you again, playfulness edging out the tension. âMaybe sheâs paying close attention because sheâs totally into you.â
You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered. âIâm being serious, Hunter.â
âAlright, alright,â Hunter said, raising his hands in mock surrender. âBut on that note... we need to talk about the Aston.â
You frowned, a hint of confusion crossing your face. âWhat about it?â
Hunter leaned forward, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by seriousness. âThink about it. We crashed that meeting last night and got caught snooping around. The only lead they have on us is the car. They know we escaped in the AM. If theyâre looking for anything, itâll be that.â
Fuck he was right.
"I say we demolish it. Scrap it for parts or something."
"âno!" you exclaim interrupting his thought. "I'll find a place to have it stashed. Don't worry."
The older guy squinted his eyes in confusion. You were a mechanic, you never got attached to your cars. You knew better than anyone that cars come and go. Yet you couldn't let go of this one.
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Being a mechanic had its perks, and one of the best was the network of wealthy clientele youâd built over the years. If someone had enough money to buy a custom-built, fully modded car from you, chances were they also had plenty of landâland that could discreetly store a car like yours. Now, you just had to hope their generosity matched the size of their bank accounts.
You stepped out onto the balcony as you scroll through your phone, siffling through your contacts.
"Hmm, maybe John might help me out," you mummer to yourself pressing call.
John was one of your more calm clients. He was the proud new owner of a 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1. Youâd delivered the car just over a month agoâthe same night Anton nearly gave you a heart attack by pulling a mock robbery, complete with a gun pointed at you. You shook the memory from your mind, focusing instead on the call as it began to ring.
You first engaged with some small talk before you asked him for help. For all you knew he was a sponsor involved in some shady shit, maybe even involved in Ghost Smoke. Is this what paranoia is?
"I hope there's no complaints about the Mustang," you laugh lightly.
"No complaints Y/n."
"Amazing...so I actually need a favour," you said, leaning on the balcony railing. âIâve got a car I need to tuck away for a while. Somewhere discreet. Think you could help?â
There was a brief pause, then a hum of consideration. âHmm, yeah, Iâve got a lake house not too far from here. You can stash it there. No one will bother it.â
âAppreciate it. Iâll swing by later today.â
âAnytime kid,â he said before the call ended.
You exhaled, relief washing over you. One less problem to worry aboutâfor now.
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After letting Hunter know youâd secured a spot for the car, you set out for the address John had texted. The drive felt almost reflective, the Aston Martin humming beneath you like it understood the significance of this moment. Arriving at the secluded lake house, you carefully parked the carâ the car that had genuinely started it all for you.
The Uber ride back to Hunter's was quiet, except for occasional small talk with the driver and faint chatter of the radio. You leaned your head against the window, letting the scenery blur as you reflected on everything that had unfolded.
Your phone buzzed, snapping you out of your thoughts. Hunterâs name flashed on the screen. You swiped to answer.
"Hey," you greeted.
"Hey, where are you?" Hunter's voice was calm but direct.
"In an Uber. On my way back to yours."
"Cool, change of plans. Head to Brendaâs Diner instead."
You frowned, the name clicking in your memory. "Brendaâs? Thatâs in the next city, like forty minutes away. Why there?"
"Just meet me. Weâll grab breakfast, Hunter said nonchalantly. "Iâm almost there already,"
Your confusion deepened, your brows furrowing. "Why are you suddenly all the way out there? And why canât we eat closer to your place?"
He sighed, "Jenna texted me, okay? She asked me to come here, so Iâm here. So just come.â
You blinked, caught off guard. "Wait, what? Jenna texted you? Why does she even have your number?"
Hunter chuckled lightly, clearly amused by your confusion. "Relax, Y/n. Just come here. Who knows, maybe sheâll butter your biscuits or drizzle your pancakes."
"Excuse meâwhat?" you sputtered, but before you could say more, he hung up, leaving you staring at your phone in disbelief.
You slumped back in the seat, your mind racing. What in the actual hell is going on?
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âThank you sir," you say as you get out the Uber. You squint your eyes as you take in the red and yellow sign that said that read Brendaâs. Even the sun shined brighter in this town, from what you knew the town you were currently inâCountsville, wasnât tainted with race crews and class differences. It was an average suburban town.
You couldnât help but wonder why Jenna had called you here of all places. Did she have some secret life here? A hidden family? The absurd thought made you chuckle under your breath as you shook your head.
Pulling out your phone, you caught your reflection in the camera and quickly fixed your hair. A pang of nervousness hit you out of nowhere, making you hesitate. Why were you even nervous? Shaking off the feeling, you squared your shoulders and stepped inside.
âAh, there she is! Y/n!â Hunterâs voice boomed, his arm shooting into the air to wave you over like you were lost in a crowd.
Your eyes darted to him, already settled comfortably in a booth, and then to the two women seated across from himâJenna and the girl from last night. The one whose name you still didnât know.
Your steps slowed as their hushed conversation came to an abrupt halt. Without a word, you slid into the booth next to Hunter.
Hunter leaned back in the booth, a smirk playing on his lips. âTook you long enough. Thought maybe you needed a treasure map to find this place.â
âHa ha,â you deadpanned. Your gaze darted to Jenna, sitting across from you with her arms crossed and her focus firmly planted on the coffee in front of her. She didnât even glance up when you sat down.
The girl sitting next to her, howeverâwas the complete opposite. She was all smiles, her gaze bouncing between you and Jenna like she was waiting for something to happen between you both.
âUh, hey. I donât think weâve been introduced?â you said, leaning forward slightly.
âIâm Aliyah,â she replied, her grin widening as she reached across the table, hand outstretched.
You took it, chuckling softly. âNice to meet you.â
Aliyahâs smile turned teasing. âIâm Jennaâs sister.â
âSister?!â Your jaw dropped as you let go of her hand, the word practically punching its way out of your mouth. Was she a Viper too? Did you get caught up in a family of snakes?
âWell it's nice to meet you,â you muttered, your attention flickering to Jenna. âSo, uh, whatâs this all about?â You doubt she invited you here to introduce you to her family.
Nothing. Not a word. Jennaâs silence was loud, deafening even, as she swirled her spoon in her coffee like you werenât even there.
Hunter glanced between the two of you, clearly picking up on the tension. âOh, this is fun. Should I just grab some popcorn, orâŚ?â
You shot him a glare. âNot helping.â
âNot trying,â he quipped, leaning back with a lazy grin. âAnyway, why donât you ask Jenna why weâre here? Sheâs the mastermind behind this little breakfast summit.â
You turned back to her, trying again. âJenna?â
Still nothing.
âSeriously?â you asked, the irritation creeping into your voice. âYouâre just going to ignore me?â
Jenna finally looked up, her expression cool and indifferent. âOh, Iâm sorry. Were you talking to me? Hard to tell when youâve been acting like I donât exist for the past few days.â
Hunter snorted, barely holding back a laugh. âShe got you there.â
You sighed, sinking back into your seat. This wasnât what you had anticipated. Sure, you figured sheâd be upset about you ghosting her, but you thought youâd moved past that. Last night at the meeting, it felt like youâd reached some kind of unspoken understanding. Yet here she was now, stone-faced and silent, her cold shoulder speaking louder than words.
âAnyways, can we get some actual food in here before someone combusts?â
Aliyah snickered, clearly amused by the dynamic. âSure, Hunter. Anything to save the day.â She turned her attention to you. âYou have to try these pancakes, Brendaâs makes the best pancakes in town!"
Jenna muttered under her breath, just loud enough for you to catch. âProbably too busy to eat pancakes these days.â
Your jaw clenched, but you forced yourself to stay calm. This wasnât the time or place to start something. Instead, you turned to Aliyah, doing your best to ignore Jennaâs jab. âYeah, pancakes sound good. Letâs do it.â
Hunter raised his hand to flag down a server. âPancakes for the table, and maybe a side of good vibes, yeah?â
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For the past 20 minutes, the table had been quietly enjoying their pancakes, the clinking of cutlery filling the gaps in conversation. You caught Hunter sneaking a glance at your plate, his eyes drifting to the fluffy stack of pastries and then to the glass jar of maple syrup conveniently sitting right next to Jenna. With a sly grin, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, clearly not letting his earlier joke die.
Aliyah finally broke the silence, her voice cutting through the calm. "Alright, since Jenna's committed to this whole silent act, I guess Iâll get us started. Last night was absolutely insane, and I think we seriously need to talk about everything we learned."
You frowned, glancing between the two girls across from you. âWait, we? What do you mean, we?â
Aliyah looked at you like youâd asked a ridiculous question. âI mean we, as in all of us sitting here. Jenna, Hunter, meâyou. Weâre in this now.â
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your brow furrowing deeper. âBut⌠Jenna got her dirt on Percy, didnât she? Thatâs what all this was supposed to be about. What more does she have to do with any of this?â
The words came out sharper than you intended, and for the first time since youâd arrived, Jennaâs eyes snapped up to meet yours. Her expression was calm but laced with a distinct edgeâand some hurt?
âAre you serious?â she said, setting her coffee cup down with a soft clink. âYou think I can just walk away now?â
âWhy not?â you shot back. âYou wanted proof of what Percy was doing, and you got it. Thatâs what you asked me to help you with. This whole Ghost Smoke thingâitâs not your problem.â
Jennaâs jaw tightened, and her lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, it looked like she was biting back a retort. Aliyah, however, was quick to jump in.
âItâs everyoneâs problem,â she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension. âGhost Smoke isnât just some petty racing drama, Y/n. Itâs destroying lives, and if the Vipers start pushing it harder, itâs going to get worse. Way worse.â
Hunter nodded, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by something more serious. âAliyahâs right. Last night wasnât just some casual run-in with Percyâs people. That dealer wasnât joking around, and you saw how he talked about the âboss.â Theyâre planning something big.â
You leaned back in your seat, the weight of their words sinking in. But still, a part of you couldnât shake the nagging thought that none of this should fall on Jennaâor you, for that matter.
"I don't want you two getting involved," you said, your tone flat and detached, though the tightness in your chest betrayed the storm underneath. You stared at your plate, pushing a piece of pancake around with your fork, avoiding their eyes.
Jenna scoffed, the sound sharp and cutting. âAre you serious right now? You donât want us involved? After everything last night?â
Your gaze remained fixed downward, even as her frustration bristled against you. âItâs not your fight,â you muttered.
âNot myâ?â Jennaâs voice rose, and you finally looked up to see her glaring at you, her hands gripping the edge of the table. âYou donât get to make that call! You think you can just decide when you want me around and when you don't? Newsflashâyouâre already in deep, and so are we. Thereâs no undoing it now.â
You stayed silent, your jaw clenching as you tried to tamp down the surge of emotions threatening to surface. She wasnât wrong, but she didnât understand. Couldnât understand.
You couldnât drag them further into a world where people are pushing drugsâwhere people are capable of taking lives, just like they had taken your fatherâs and uncle's.
âIt doesnât matter why,â you said finally, your voice still low. âI just⌠I donât want you involved. Either of you. Thatâs all.â
Jenna let out an incredulous laugh, throwing her hands in the air. âUnbelievable," she muttered, pushing back her chair abruptly and standing up, her frustration was palpable as she strode toward the dinerâs exit.
You watched her leave, a pang of guilt twisting in your stomach. Hunter sighed beside you, leaning back in his seat.
âSheâs not wrong, you know,â he said quietly. âYou canât do this alone. They were there last night. As much as you don't it to be true, they're now part of it.â
You didnât respond, the weight of your own thoughts pressing down too heavily. Even though your intentions were to protect them, you couldnât help but feel like you were only making things worse.
ââââ
"If you grip the wheel any harder, itâs going to fuse with your hands," Aliyah quipped, casting a cautious glance at her sister.
Jenna shot her a sharp side-eye but said nothing, her focus fixed on the road ahead as they made their way home.
When it became clear that Jenna wasnât going to return to the table, Aliyah had reluctantly followed her, leaving behind the unfinished business that had brought them all together in the first place.
âI donât get it,â Aliyah said, breaking the silence. âI thought you two were fine last night. Whatâs with the sudden mood swing?â
Jennaâs grip on the wheel tightened even further, her knuckles white against the leather. She thought she had been fine too. Last night, things had felt differentâmaybe not perfect, but at least... manageable. But seeing you again today had stirred something raw and unexpected inside her.
It's not your problem, you said.
âI donât know,â she muttered, her voice strained, as though admitting it hurt.
"Well I don't think your girlâsorry Y/n had any bad intentions. And if you really want to get involved in this Brimstone drama, then you have to make up with her eventually" Aliyah said, her tone gentler now.
Jenna let out a slow breath through her nose, her eyes never leaving the road. âItâs not that simple,â she murmured. âShe ghosted me, Aliyah. And now sheâs acting like she has to carry everything on her own, like I canât handle myself. She wanted me around at first and now she decides I'm out? Oh I'm sorry I wasn't aware I was some fucking doll.â
âOr,â Aliyah countered, âmaybe sheâs terrified of something way bigger than you realize and doesnât want to drag youâus into it.â
That struck a nerve. Jennaâs fingers twitched against the steering wheel as she mulled over her sisterâs words. Was it fear? Was that why you were pushing her away? Her frustration softened slightly, but the knot in her chest didnât loosen.
âEven if thatâs true, sheâs going about it the wrong way,â Jenna said after a moment. âI canât help if she keeps shutting me out.â
Aliyah smirked faintly, crossing her arms. âSo tell her that. Youâre not the type to sit around and wait for someone else to fix things, right? Go confront her, like the fiery little Viper you are.â
Jenna rolled her eyes at her sisterâs teasing, but the words stayed with her. Maybe Aliyah was rightâwaiting wasnât getting her anywhere, and the Brimstone situation wasnât something she could handle without you. As much as she hated to admit it, you were already too entangled with one another for her to pretend otherwise.
She exhaled sharply, determination taking root. âFine,â she said. âIâll figure it out. But if she tries to pull some shit on me again, I won't hold back."
Aliyah grinned. âNow thatâs the Jenna I know.â
Aliyah sighed in relief, glad her words had managed to ease her sisterâs frustration. She could have kept up the teasing, sure, but she knew better. Deep down, she understood the root of Jennaâs angerâit wasnât just about the danger or the argument at breakfast.
You werenât wrong, after all. As far as Aliyah knew, the terms of whatever arrangement you and Jenna had were clear: youâd help her get what she needed, and once she had it, that was that. Simple, transactional, with no strings attached. But that simplicity seemed to be the very thing eating at Jenna now.
It wasnât just frustration; it was hurt. Hurt because Jenna realized you seemed okay with it all ending thereâwith the two of you going your separate ways. And it wasnât okay for her. Aliyah could see itâthe sadness in Jennaâs eyes, the way her jaw clenched just a bit tighter than usual. It wasnât about the Ghost Smoke or Brimstone drama anymore. It was about you.
Her sister wasnât mad at you for walking away. She was sad that you didnât seem to need her the way she found herself needing you. Sad that she no longer had a reason to stay connected.
Aliyah glanced at her sister, who was staring straight ahead, her grip on the wheel lighter now but still firm. Jenna didnât want to admit it, not yet, but she was falling. And Aliyah could only hope she didnât hit the ground too hard.
As Aliyah mindlessly glanced at her side view mirror, she noticed something.
"Uhm sis, do you think that car's been following us?"
Jenna raises her gaze up to the rear view mirror and she spotted the same car that had been trailing them for a while nowâa solid black Escalade. But California traffic is like that, the typical resident wasn't going to lane change like a racer. "I'm sure it's nothing."
Still, to be safe, she made a series of deliberate right turns, one after the other, her pulse quickening with each corner. When she glanced at the mirror again, her fears solidified. The car was still there.
âItâs not nothing, Ali. They are following us,â Jenna said, her voice low but tinged with rising panic.
Aliyah stiffened beside her, her wide eyes darting to the side mirror. âW-what? Who do you think it is? Percy? Or those guys from yesterday?â
Jennaâs jaw clenched as she considered their options.
"Aliyah, call Y/n. Now," Jenna ordered, her voice steady, tossing her phone to her sister.
Aliyah fumbled with the phone, her fingers trembling. âWhat do I even say? âHey, someoneâs following us, want to join the party?ââ she muttered nervously, trying to mask her fear.
Jenna shot her a sharp look. âJust tell her where we are and whatâs happening. Sheâll know what to do.â
Aliyah hesitated for a split second before dialing your number. âIt's ringing.â Aliyah whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat.
"Jenna?"
The girl driving couldn't help but feel relief upon the sound of your voice, maybe it was because you both have faced many high stakes situations together and have always made it out on the other side. And in that moment, she felt certain youâd all make it through this one too.
âOkay, so, thereâs this car, and itâs been following us for a while. Jenna took a bunch of right turns, and theyâre still there. We donât know who they are, butââ
âAliyah,â you interrupted, your tone sharp with focus. âPut Jenna on.â
Aliyah quickly handed the phone over, and Jenna brought it to her ear without taking her eyes off the rearview mirror.
âJenna, can you lose them?â you asked, voice soft, sensing her hesitation.
âI-I donât know,â she admitted, her voice trembling. âIâve never done this beforeâwhat if I mess up? What ifââ
âJenna,â you interrupted gently, but firmly. âTake a deep breath. Youâve got this. But I need you to help me help you, okay? Whatâs up ahead?â
Jenna blinked, her focus flicking back to the road. âUh, thereâs a left turn coming up, and... a main road with a lot of traffic.â
âAlright, take the left. Make it clean.â
She nodded, her hands slightly shaky as she turned the wheel, the tires squealing lightly.
âGood,â you encouraged. âNow tell me whatâs next. What do you see?â
âThereâs an on-ramp to the highway coming up,â she said, her voice tight with nerves.
âPerfect. Get on the highway. Blend into traffic and use the cars to block their line of sight.â
âOkay,â she whispered, guiding the car toward the ramp as Aliyah sat rigid in her seat.
âYouâre doing great, Jenna,â you said, keeping your voice calm and steady. âJust focus. Youâre faster and smarter than them. Trust yourself.â
Jenna weaved into traffic, her grip still tight on the wheel. She glanced in the rearview mirror and tensed. âTheyâre still back there.â
âStay calm,â you said. âWhatâs in your lane? Any big vehicles?â
âYeah... thereâs a semi up ahead,â she replied, her voice rising with nervous energy.
âGood. Get in its blind spot. Use it as cover. When youâre close to an exit, slip off. Theyâll have to stay on the highway.â
She exhaled shakily, maneuvering into position as you guided her through. The tension in the car was thick, but she followed your instructions to the letter.
âWhenever youâre ready,â you said softly.
Jenna swerved off the highway, her heart pounding as the pursuing car sped past the exit.
âTheyâre gone,â she whispered, her voice thick with disbelief.
âYou did it, Jenna,â you said, pride clear in your tone.
She let out a shaky laugh, her shoulders finally relaxing. âWe did it,â she corrected, a small smile tugging at her lips.
The line went silent for a moment, the weight of what had just happened hanging in the air. Then, breaking the tension, your voice cut through with a sudden, determined tone.
âJenna, listen. Can you go home, pack a bag for you and Aliyah, and meet me and Hunter at the mall we went to?â
Jennaâs brow furrowed in confusion. Moments ago, you were adamant about keeping her out of your life, and now you were asking her to pack a bag? She glanced at Aliyah, whose puzzled expression mirrored her own.
Aliyah shrugged dramatically, mouthing, âYOLO.â
âWhy?â Jenna asked, her tone cautious.
âIâll explain everything when we meet. Just trust me and do it, okay?â
Jenna hesitated, her mind racing with questions, but something in your voice made her pause. Finally, she exhaled. âOkay. Weâll meet you there.â And hung up the phone.
âWell, would you look at thatâyour little loverâs quarrel is finally wrapping up,â Aliyah teased, her grin wide.
âShut up,â Jenna shot back, though the corners of her lips betrayed her as they curved into a reluctant smile. âIâm still mad at her.â
ââââ
âYou two are so confusing,â Hunter chuckled as he drove, his laughter filling the car. âDo you hate each other? Or are you about to jump each otherâs bones? Seriously, I can never tell.â
You rolled your eyes, but deep down, you couldnât help but think he had a point.
âSo, care to explain why weâre all packing a bag and meeting up with them again?â Hunter asked, his tone laced with curiosity.
âWeâre going on a weekend getaway,â you replied nonchalantly.
Hunterâs head whipped toward you, excitement lighting up his face. âNo way! Iâve always wanted to do the Bahamas.â
You laughed. âNot the Bahamas, Hunt. Just somewhere a few hours away. After everything that went downâthe meeting, the girls being followedâI think itâs smart for all of us to lay low for a few days. Iâm not taking any chances.â
Hunter nodded dramatically, placing a hand over his chest like he was pledging allegiance. âProtecting your girl and your sister-in-law. I respect it.â
Ignoring his teasing, you redirected him. âJust drive us to the garage,â you said firmly. âI need to let Anton know weâll be out of town for a few days. The last thing I need is him freaking out and sending a search party.â
ââââ
As Hunter pulls into the garage, you take in the sight of the Sinners hard at work, each one laser-focused on their tasks. Was there a race coming up?
Stepping out of the car, your eyes land on Anton at the back, working on a car with Mason. You hadn't seen Mason in a whileânot since the Sinner-Viper race nearly two months ago. Not that you missed him; Mason was one of the most aggravating members of the crew. Apparently, Anton in the moment thought so too, judging by the way he was yelling at him for some reason.
"Hey! Long time, no see."
You turned to see Mikey approaching, her brown eyes bright with curiosity.
She tilted her head, eyes scanning both you and Hunter. "So, what have you two been up to?"
"Oh, you know," Hunter chimed in, "just the usual. Saving the day and eating pancakes"
Mikey raised a brow, her skepticism softened by amusement. âUh-huh. Sounds like you two are living the dream.â
She shifted her attention to you, crossing her arms. âHavenât seen you around for a few days. No more late nights at the garage?â
You felt a flicker of unease. Something about Mikey always made you cautious, as if she could see right through you. Keeping your tone casual, you rubbed the back of your neck. âYeah, the Astonâs finished, so Iâm finally catching up on sleep. Not much reason to be here right now.â
Mikey tilted her head, clearly not satisfied with your vague answer. âReally? And here I thought this place was your second home. Whatâs been keeping you busy?â
Before you could formulate a response, Hunter swooped in. âOh, donât worry, weâre not slacking off. Weâre just gearing up for a little road trip.â
âRoad trip?â Mikey repeated, her interest clearly piqued.
Hunter nodded, grinning. âYeah, figured itâs time for some fresh air and open roads. Recharge the batteries, you know?â
You shot him a subtle glare, but he just winked at you, unfazed.
Mikey narrowed her eyes slightly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. âInteresting. Well, have fun with that. Donât get into too much trouble.â
âUs? Trouble?â Hunter gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. âNever.â
"We actually came here to let Anton know weâll be gone for a couple of days,â you say, flashing Mikey a polite smile. âCatch you later.â Without waiting for a response, you grab Hunterâs arm and drag him along.
âWould it kill you not to spill everything?â you hiss under your breath.
Hunter shrugged, his usual carefree grin firmly in place. âRelax. Itâs gonna get out eventually that weâre taking a couple days off. If we act shady, itâll just make people more suspicious.â
You sighed, shaking your head at his nonchalance. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
Together, you made your way toward the back of the garage, where Anton and Mason were knee-deep in their latest project.
âI donât know why I keep you around, Mason,â Anton groaned, his hands dragging down his face in exasperation. âYou incompetent fool!â
Hearing your footsteps, he glanced up, his frustration momentarily melting into surprise. âY/n? What are you doing here?â
âHey,â you greeted, keeping your tone light. âI'm kind of in a rush, but just wanted to let you know Hunter and I are heading out of town for a couple of days. Figured Iâd let you know so you donât worry.â
Antonâs brows furrowed as he straightened up, eyeing the both of you. âHeading out? What for?â
âJust a road trip,â you said casually, shrugging like it was no big deal. âYou know, get some fresh air, clear our heads. Nothing major.â
His eyes flicked to Hunter, then back to you, his suspicion barely veiled. âWhere to and whoâs going?â
"We don't really know yet, wanna see where the road takes us you know? And just us two," you replied smoothly, lying without hesitation.
Antonâs jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he was going to press harder. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. âAlright, fine. But something feels off about this, and I donât like it.â He stepped closer, lowering his voice. âIf this is about something dangerous, you better tell me now. You know Iâll have your back.â
You swallowed hard but maintained your composure. âItâs not, I promise. Weâll be fine.â
He didnât look convinced. Anton studied you for a moment longer before nodding, though his concern was evident. "Alright. Just be careful out there, okay? Keep your phones on and don't do anything stupid."
"Got it," you promised, trying to sound reassuring.
Hunter gave Anton a mock salute. "We'll be model citizens, swear."
Anton rolled his eyes but didn't press further. As you turned to leave, Mason chimed in from where he was leaning against the car. "Bring me back something cool! Like a souvenir or somethin'!"
Hunter snorted. "Sure thing, buddy. How about a map so you can finally figure out how to navigate a racetrack without crashing?"
You couldn't help but laugh as you walked away, though Anton's lingering concern weighed heavily in the back of your mind.
ââââ
The SUV you âborrowedâ from the garage rumbled along the highway as you adjusted your grip on the wheel, glancing at Hunter slouched comfortably in the passenger seat. Your packed bag sat in the back alongside his, evidence of your brief pit stop at home.Â
The memory of Antonâs concerned expression lingered, gnawing at you. You hated that you hadnât told him the truth. Heâd lost his father tooâsame as youâand you knew better than anyone how much that loss shaped him. How much it shaped both of you. But unlike you, Anton didnât know there was more to the story. That it wasnât just a tragic accident.
You felt awful for keeping it from him, for standing there and letting him believe everything was fine. But what were you supposed to do? Drop that bombshell and then tell him you were heading out of town for a few days? There was no way heâd have let you leave. No way he wouldnât try to step in, to get involved.
And as much as it tore you up inside, you couldnât let that happen. Not yet. Protecting Jennaâand by extension, your fragile alliance with herâhad to come first. There was too much at stake, and dragging Anton into it now would only complicate things further. Still, the weight of your silence felt heavier with each passing mile.
âYou good?â Hunterâs voice broke through your spiraling thoughts, pulling you back to the present.
âYeah,â you muttered, though the word felt hollow.
He raised a brow but didnât push, thankfully. Instead, he leaned back in his seat, letting the conversation from earlier drift back in.
âI gotta admit. I thought Anton would take a lot more convincing.â
Hunter glanced at you with a smirk. âWhat, you thought heâd put his foot down? He knows youâre stubborn as hell. Probably figured there was no point fighting you on it.â
âMaybe,â you murmured, though a part of you wasnât so sure. Anton letting you go that easily still didnât sit right. Heâd been wary, his words cautious, but ultimately, he hadnât stopped you. You wondered if he trusted you more than you expectedâor if he had reasons of his own for letting you leave.
Shaking the thought from your mind, you shifted the conversation. âBy the way, you seemed pretty comfortable with Jenna and Aliyah back at the diner.â
Hunter shrugged nonchalantly. âTheyâre cool. Aliyahâs funny, and Jennaâs⌠well, Jenna. We were just chatting for a bit before you showed up.â
âBefore I showed up?â you echoed, glancing at him skeptically. âShe didnât seem in a chatty mood when I got there.â
Hunter chuckled. âI guess I have that effect on people. Smooth-talker, remember?â
Something about the way he said it made you pause, a memory resurfacing. âWait. Jenna texted you, didnât she? How do you even know her?â
Hunter tensed ever so slightly, and you didnât miss it. âUh⌠wellâŚâ
The gears in your head were starting to turn. âHunter,â you pressed, narrowing your eyes. âHow do you know Jenna?â
He fidgeted with his hands, clearly stalling. âItâs complicated, alright? Donât worry about it.â
Before you could demand an answer, the bright lights of the mall parking lot came into view, and you spotted Jenna and Aliyah parked and waiting near the back of the mall. Hunter exhaled dramatically, clearly relieved to be off the hookâfor now.
"We're here," he announced unnecessarily, pointing out the obvious.
You rolled your eyes but focused on parking the SUV. As soon as you stepped out, Jenna's sharp gaze locked onto you, her arms crossed, while Aliyah waved with a cheeky grin. Whatever Hunter was hiding would have to wait.
You park the SUV next to their car and step out, heading straight for the trunk. Without a word, you pop it open before turning toward Jenna and Aliyah. Stretching out your hands, you motion for their bags.
Aliyah hands over her duffle bag without hesitation, but Jenna hesitates, squinting at you with suspicion. Her scoff cuts through the quiet as you turn around and load the bags into the trunk.
Following you to the back of the SUV, she crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. "Uhm, are you planning to explain what's going on anytime soon?"
You close the trunk with a sharp thunk and meet her gaze, keeping your tone steady. "I will."
You glance over your shoulder, flashing her a grin. "Oh, and heyânice work shaking those guys. Not everyone's got those skills. Seriously, you were impressive."
As you turn back to the SUV, Jenna's voice comes softly, almost shyly, "Thanks."
You don't catch it, too focused on adjusting the bags in the trunk, but Aliyah and Hunter exchange knowing looks. Jenna's rare vulnerability wasn't something they saw often, and the faint pink dusting her cheeks didn't go unnoticed either.
ââââ
You merge onto Interstate 5, the highway stretching south through California. The evening sun dips lower on the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of gold and fiery orange. Hunter has his window down, one arm draped lazily over the edge, while Aliyah hums along to a faint tune playing on the radio. Jenna sits diagonally across from you, arms crossed, her gaze fixed out the window. The soft pout on her lips and the sharpness of her glare suggest sheâs deep in thoughtâand likely still mad at you.
You glance at her through the rearview mirror, unable to help the small smile that tugs at your lips. Even in her frustration, she looks ridiculously adorable.
As you bring your eyes back to the road, they flicker back to the mirrorâand thatâs when it happens. Jenna catches your gaze, her sharp brown eyes locking onto yours.
Crap.
She breaks the silence, her tone firm but tinged with curiosity. âAlright, enough stalling. Are you going to tell me where weâre going now?â
Youâre relieved she doesnât make a snarky comment about catching you staring. Instead, you sigh and focus back on the road, deciding itâs time to answer her question.
âIâm sorry,â you start, glancing briefly at her reflection, then at Aliyah. âTo both of you. You were right earlier⌠about being involved in all this.â
Hunter nods in silent approval from the passenger seat, encouraging you to keep going. ââŚAs much as I donât want either of you involved,â you continue, catching him facepalming out of the corner of your eye, âthereâs no avoiding it now.â
"Neither one of can help it, and that car following you? It kind of put things into perspective for me. So I think the safe option for all of us to get out of town for a few days."
Jenna raises a brow, her expression unreadable, but she doesnât respond right away. Aliyah and Hunter both glance at each other, waiting for someone to fill the silence. When Jenna finally speaks, her voice is softer than you expected. âStill didnât answer the question,â she says. âWhere are we going?â
You shrug one shoulder, keeping your eyes on the road. âI donât know,â you admit with a lopsided grin. âIâm just driving.â
Jenna stares at you for a long moment before exhaling and shaking her head. She doesnât voice the acceptance of your apology, but something in her gaze softens, and you can tell sheâs made her peace with itâfor now.
âUnbelievable,â she mutters, loud enough for everyone to hear. âWeâre on the run, and youâre winging it? Great plan, genius.â
Aliyah bursts into laughter, and Hunter cheers, âThis is classic! Road trip rouletteâwho needs a destination when youâve got vibes?âÂ
Jenna pinches the bridge of her nose, mumbling something under her breath, but you swear you catch the faintest hint of a smile.
ââââ
The next hour passes surprisingly smoothly. Everyone keeps themselves entertained in their own way, avoiding any mention of the issues that pushed you all to leave town in the first place. Aliyah has her headphones in, swaying gently to whatever music sheâs listening to, while Jenna scrolls through her phone, occasionally glancing out the window. Hunter fiddles with the radio, switching stations until he finds a faintly decent song, only to switch it again moments later.
You keep your focus on the road, but your mind drifts. A part of you wished you could bring back the easy banter you used to have with Jennaâback before you ghosted her. It would've made the drive so much more fun. Instead, thereâs this quiet tension hanging in the air between you two, one youâre desperately hoping will dissolve sooner rather than later. At least Hunter agreed to take over driving on the way back. Maybe by then, things between you and Jenna will be better.
Suddenly, Hunter starts humming, his voice cutting through the silence. At first, itâs aimless, but then it takes shape.
âNinety-nine bottles of milk on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of milk!â he sings loudly, grinning as he looks around at everyone.
You groan. âOh, no. Donât.â
Aliyah chuckles behind you, joining in softly, âTake one down, pass it around, ninety-eight bottles of milk on the wall!â
Jenna sighs dramatically but mutters, âThis is so dumb,â just before she jumps in on the next line. Within minutes, the whole car erupts into an awkward yet oddly harmonious singalong, voices overlapping and laughter spilling between verses. By the time you hit ninety-five bottles, everyoneâs belting at the top of their lungs.
Itâs ridiculous, itâs cheesy, and itâs exactly what you all needed.
When the laughter finally dies down, Jenna clears her throat. âUh, I need to pee.â
You glance at her through the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow. Internally, you canât help but think, Really? Weâve only been on the road for an hour. Did she not go before we left?
But you donât voice the thought. Instead, you nod, spotting a route stop up ahead. âAlright, weâll pull over.â
As you exit the highway and roll into the rest stop, Hunter claps your shoulder. âRoad trips, man. This is what itâs all about.â
You just shake your head, chuckling as you park the SUV.
ââââ
As everyone steps out at the route stop, the golden light of the setting sun casts long shadows over the parking lot. Hunter stretches dramatically, mumbling something about his aching legs, while Aliyah is already darting toward the brightly lit convenience store, proclaiming her hunt for snacks. Jenna heads to the bathroom, and once she returns she lingers by the SUV, her arms folded, her body language closed.
âNeed anything?â you ask, hesitating slightly as you approach her.
She shakes her head but doesnât look at you. âIâm good.â
You nod, biting back the urge to say more, and join Aliyah and Hunter into the store. The shelves are stocked with everything from bags of chips to questionable gas station sushi.
Hunter immediately gravitates toward the candy aisle, gleefully holding up a pack of gummy worms. âYou know you want some,â he teases, tossing a pack at Aliyah, who yelps and tries to dodge.
You chuckle at their antics but canât help glancing back toward the SUV, wondering if Jennaâs still standing there, or if sheâs wandered in.
She hasnât.
Grabbing a couple of bottled drinks and a bag of chips, you head to the register. Aliyah sidles up beside you, arms full of snacks. âDo you think we should get something for Jenna? She barely ate earlier.â
You hesitate, and recall her eating a chocolate the day you both hung out at the mall and then grab that brand of chocolate from a display near the checkout.
Outside, you find Jenna leaning against the side of the car, scrolling through her phone. You hold out the candy as you approach. âFigured you might want this.â
She glances at it, then at you, her lips twitching like sheâs suppressing a thank-you. âThanks,â she says quietly, taking it without meeting your eyes.
Thereâs a pause. The others are still inside, their laughter faintly audible from the store. For a moment, itâs just you and Jenna in the fading light.
âYou okay?â you ask softly, unsure if youâre even expecting an answer.
She finally meets your gaze, her expression guarded but not unkind. âIâm fine,â she replies, but her tone doesnât match the words.
You want to push, to ask whatâs really on her mind, but something about the way she holds herself stops you. Instead, you nod and step back, giving her space.
She seemed fine interacting with you in the group, she was more vocal. But once it was just you two she got all quiet. But she surprised you with her next words.
She finally glances at you properly, her eyes searching yours. âThanks, by the way. For this. I know you didnât have to.â
You swallow, suddenly aware of how close sheâs standing. âYou donât have to thank me, Jenna. I just⌠I want to make sure youâre safeâand your sister!â
She nods faintly, looking down at the ground. For a second, it feels like the rest of the world fades away, leaving just the two of you under the flickering lights.
Before the moment can stretch too long, Hunter sticks his head out of the car window. âYo! Are we road-tripping or setting up camp here? Letâs go!â
Jenna chuckles, the tension breaking as she steps back. âGuess we should get going.â
âYeah.â You push off the SUV, giving her a small nod. âLetâs hit the road.â
As you both climb back into the car, you canât help but glance at her through the mirror again. She doesnât notice this time, and youâre glad she doesnât.
ââââ
"Hey, Y/n, remember the car I was driving yesterday?" Aliyah asks, her voice breaking the comfortable silence thatâs fallen over the SUV.
Itâs been about two and a half hours since you hit the road, and everyone is busy with their snacks. Conversations drift in and out, short bursts of chatter punctuated by the rustling of wrappers.
You hum softly, urging her to continue.
Aliyah glances at you in the rearview mirror, her tone casual. âItâs pretty cool that you own that car. My dad used to have the same one, and I remember him always going on and on about how rare it was. Small world, huh?â She shrugs, clearly amused by the coincidence.
You and Jenna freeze. For a moment, no one says anything, and the awkward silence hangs in the air like a weight.
You glance at Jenna through the rearview mirror, and she avoids your gaze. Great, you think. Of all the things to come up right now, this had to be it.
âWellâŚâ you clear your throat, deciding Aliyah deserves to know at this point. âThat was your dadâs car.â
Aliyahâs brows furrow in confusion. âWhat? No, his was black.â
âYeah,â you admit with an awkward laugh, âand then I wrapped it green.â
The realization dawns on her, and she turns to Jenna, her jaw dropping as she whisper yells, âOh my God! You like the girl who stole Dadâs car?â
Jennaâs eyes widen, and her face flushes. âAliyah, shut up!â she snaps, but her tone lacks bite.
Aliyah smirks, clearly reveling in her discovery. âI mean, this is peak comedy. She stole Dadâs car, and youâre just fine with it?â
âIâm not fine with it,â Jenna retorts, but her lips curve slightly as if sheâs holding back a smile. âAnd for the record, it was both of us who stole it.â
Aliyah raises her hands in mock surrender. âOh, so now youâre an accomplice? Love that for you.â
While they bicker in their private conversation, Jennaâs eyes soften, and her gaze turns nostalgic. âThat day was insane,â she murmurs, more to herself than anyone else. âWe had no idea what we were doing, but it was... kind of thrilling."
Not knowing what the two girls were talking about, you glance at her in the mirror for the millionth time today. Jennaâs smile, faint and genuine, tugs at something deep in your chest, but before you can dwell on it, Hunterâs voice cuts in.
âWell, look at you,â he says with a laugh, nudging your arm. âStealing the car of the dad of the girl you like. Thatâs one for the books, huh?â
âShut up, Hunter,â you groan, shoving his arm off you.
He just grins wider. âNah, Iâm serious. Youâve really outdone yourself here. Romantic and criminalâwho knew you had it in you?â
Rolling your eyes, you lean back into the seat, but an idea suddenly strikes you. "Alright, since we're all in a sharing mood, how about thisâHunter, how exactly do you and Jenna know each other?" Your tone pointed, almost teasing.
Silence.
Not a word, not even the rustle of snack wrappers from the backseat.
Aliyah breaks the tension, her brows knitting as she glances at her sister. "Wait...what? I thought we both met Hunter this morning?"
You glance in the rearview mirror. Jennaâs expression is stone cold, her face unreadable, like sheâs mastered the art of giving away nothing. She doesnât so much as blink, just stares out the window as though the question didnât even register.
Hunter, on the other hand, looks like heâs sweating bullets. His hand fidgets with the strap of his seatbelt, and he clears his throat awkwardly. âUh, well⌠you seeâŚâ
Before Hunter can dig himself into an even deeper hole, Jenna suddenly bursts out laughing. The sound is so unexpected, so completely jarring after the tension-filled silence, that your head whips around to look at her.
Her laughter is light and melodic, the kind that shakes her shoulders and makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. For a second, you forget about the chaos in the car and just stare.
Her laugh is kind of⌠cute, you think, catching yourself and quickly looking back at the road before anyone notices.
Jenna waves a hand, her laughter dying down just enough to speak. âRelax, Hunter. Seriously, itâs not a big deal. Go ahead, tell them.â
Aliyah sighs loudly from the backseat, crossing her arms. âOkay, my patience is wearing thin. Someone better spill before I start throwing snacks.â
"Okay fine, you tell them Jenna, since you think it's so funny," Hunter mumbles defeated, shrinking into his seat.
Jenna glances at Hunter, who is clearly trying to become one with his seatbelt. With a small shrug, she answers casually, âI walked in on Hunter⌠being intimate.â
You blink, nearly missing your next lane change. âOh, wow. Thatâs⌠embarrassing,â you mutter, trying not to laugh. But then your brain starts piecing things together, and you frown. âWait a second. How does that even happen? Like⌠was this in public or something? Did you come to Brimstone, or were youââ
Hunter interrupts, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. âI was in Summer Valley, okay?â
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. âOh, okay. Get that bag, I guess. But, man, from the way you were sweating, I thought it was something really bad.â
For a second, you think the tension has finally lifted. But then Hunter lets out a resigned sigh, muttering, âI was with someone from the Viper's crew.â
It all made sense now, why Hunter was so understanding of the idea of you being affiliated with a Viperâwhy there was two toothbrushes in his bathroom.
He had his own fucking Viper.
âWhat the fuck?!â you shout, your voice climbing a whole octave as you instinctively swerve the car.
Hunter grabs the oh-shit handle. âWhoa, whoa, focus! Youâre driving, not judging!â
âWhat the fuck Hunter?!â you yell again, steadying the wheel as the SUV veers slightly back into the lane. Thankfully, itâs almost 8 pm, and the highway is relatively empty, so you narrowly avoid disaster. "You're fucking a Viper?! What the actualâ"
Hunter throws up his hands defensively. âWhatâs the big deal?! You are too!â
You slam the brakesâfiguratively, of courseâyour head whipping around to glare at him. âEXCUSE ME?!â
Your face goes red-hot, and you stammer, âIâm notâwhatâliterally who?! Iâm not fucking anybody!â
Hunter smirks, sensing your flustered state. âOh, sure. But you wish you were fucking a Viper.â
If you thought you couldnât blush any harder, you were wrong. From the backseat, Aliyah is howling with laughter while Jenna buries her face in her hands, her own ears tinged pink.
âYouâre delusional,â you snap at Hunter, but your embarrassment only fuels his laughter. âSeriously, who evenâ"
âDoesnât matter!â Hunter interrupts, his grin practically splitting his face. âIâm just saying, donât judge me when youâve got your own Viper situation brewing back there.â
âHunter, IÂ swearââ
Aliyah cuts you off, gasping between giggles. âOh my God, I canât breathe. This is the best road trip ever!â
Jenna groans softly, pressing a hand to her forehead, but the small, stupid smile tugging at her lips betrays her. She hated being teased, especially by Aliyah, who had the precision of a sniper when it came to embarrassing her. Yet, as the chaos bubbled in the backseat, Jenna found her thoughts wandering to the things Hunter had been saying to poke at you.
What had you two been talking about? Hunter clearly knew something she didnât, and now, curiosity gnawed at her despite herself. She glanced at you, watching as you muttered under your breath and tightened your grip on the steering wheel like it might save you. It wasnât just the teasing; something else was making you squirm, and Jenna couldnât stop the faint curve of her lips from growing into a fuller smile.
She didnât know what Hunter was hinting at, but the way your ears burned red and your gaze stayed glued to the road⌠she couldnât help but find it a little endearing.
ââââ
The freeway stretched ahead in an endless ribbon of asphalt, swallowed by the inky darkness of night. The faint glow of distant city lights barely pierced the dark sky, leaving only the occasional flash of headlights to illuminate the passing road signs and surrounding emptiness. It was quiet now, except for the hum of the tires against the pavement and the faint sound of Aliyahâs soft snores from the backseat. The earlier chaos had subsided, leaving the SUV calm in stillness.
You glanced over at Hunter, slumped against the window with his head bobbing slightly with the movement of the car. He and Aliyah had devoured the candy earlier like children on Halloween and, predictably, crashed hard. For the last thirty minutes, theyâd been completely out, and you were silently grateful for the reprieve. Any more teasing, and you were sure your heart wouldâve leapt out of your chest.
Your heart was still pounding, though.
You sigh as you wrestled with a thought youâd been avoiding for a while. You never addressed ghosting Jenna. You mentioned to her at the meeting that youâd talk later, but then you didnât. And now, things between you were stuck in this strange, awkward limbo. You hated it. You hated the distance and the way your banter had evaporated into stilted exchanges.
More than anything, you wanted this trip to be enjoyable for both of youâfor her.
âHey, Jenna you awake?â you said softly, testing the waters. You knew she was awake. Her breathing wasnât even enough to fool you. You just needed something to break the ice.
âYeah, whatâs up?â she muttered, her voice low to avoid waking her sister.
You hesitated for a moment, your hands flexing nervously against the steering wheel. Then you took a deep breath and decided to do what needed to be done.
âI just⌠I want to apologize,â you began, keeping your eyes fixed on the road ahead. âFor ghosting you. I know it was shitty, and you didnât deserve it.â
She didnât respond immediately, but you could feel her eyes on you, listening.
âI⌠I had a conversation with my mom the first day I didnât reply to you,â you continued, your voice soft and unsteady. âAnd itâit messed with my head. I found out my dad wanted out of the Sinners. That completely flipped everything I thought I knew. I was already so confused, and it just made things worse. And thenâŚâ You paused, forcing yourself to push through the lump in your throat. âIt made me feel terrified. Of everything. Of this whole situation. And of you. Of what you made me feelâwhat I felt forââ
You clamped your mouth shut, cutting yourself off realizing you spilled too much. Your mind was already coming up with excuses for what you meant by what you made me feel. Heat crawled up your neck, your knuckles stark white against the dim light from the dashboard. You scrambled internally for a way to gloss over your slip-up, but the words werenât coming.
âIâm not trying to excuse what I did,â you said after a beat. âThereâs no excuse for it. I just wanted to explain, to tell you why I acted the way I did. And to say Iâm sorry. Really sorry.âÂ
She's not saying anything. The silence stretched uncomfortably, and you risked a quick glance in her direction, her expression unreadable in the faint glow of the passing headlights.
Panic began to claw at your chest.
âI didnât want to hurt you,â you blurted out, your words rushing now. âI didnât mean to hurt you. I know what I did was shitty, and I know I have no right to expect forgivenessââ
"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, Greaser."
Greaser.
You smile.
And that was all she said until Hunter and Aliyah awoken from their slumber twenty minutes later. But it was enough.
ââââ
"Damn, how long was I out?" Hunter grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted in his seat.
Aliyah stretched with an exaggerated groan, yawning as if she'd been asleep for days.
"Only about forty minutes," you replied, glancing at them. The weight in your chest felt lighter after your moment with Jenna, but a part of you braced for the teasing chaos that might erupt now that they were awake.
Aliyah groaned dramatically. "Ugh, I was hoping the driving part would be over when I woke up. Are we seriously just gonna spend days cooped up in this car?"
"Weâve only been driving for like three hours," Hunter pointed out with a shrug.
"And thatâs not far enough?" Aliyah raised a brow.
Hunter nodded, turning his gaze to you. "Sheâs got a point, you know."
"...I have a suggestion." Aliyah finally says.
"Shoot," you encourage her.
She leaned forward slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she looked at Jenna. "How about we visit Markus? Weâre probably close to him already."
Jennaâs face lit up instantly, her smile matching her sisterâs excitement. "That would be amazing, Ali, but⌠are we really gonna risk leading trouble straight to him?"
Aliyah waved the concern off with a dismissive hand. "Come on, you really think those bad guys are gonna follow us all the way to LA?"
While the sisters debated, you leaned toward Hunter, lowering your voice. "Who the fuck is Markus?"
Hunter smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Whatâs the matter? You jealous?"
"What? No!" you snapped, scoffing like the idea was ridiculous. But your mind betrayed you, lingering on Jennaâs radiant smile. Who was this guy, and why did she look so happy talking about him?
The sistersâ conversation quieten down, and Aliyah finally addresses you, her grin still firmly in place. "Y/n, how does a trip to UCLA sound?"
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The Return
Batter Up Chapter 7
Pairing: Baseball player Joel Miller x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: After a month of being away from the game and the girl he loves, Joel Miller is back and ready to play. Warnings: smut, making a sex tape, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (reader has an IUD), cream pie, also regular pie, joel miller's dirty mouth, wine. Words: 5,000
A/N: Thank you to my dearest @devineconjuring and her beautiful brain for beta'ing and being my grammar goddess.
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The crowd chants Joelâs name, lights flicker through the stadium, the ground feels like itâs shaking beneath his feet. He loves this feelingâthe rush of adrenaline coursing through him, the loud crowd drowning out every doubt heâs ever felt. After three weeks on the injured list and another week rehabbing in the minorsâa month away from the big leaguesâJoel Miller is back.
He walks to the plate, digging his heels into the dirt and tapping his bat against the plate as he soaks in the moment.Â
âMiller, good to see you back,â the catcher says.
Joel nods, and grunts an acknowledgment back.
His eyes settle on the pitcher, some young phenom throwing 99-mph with almost every pitch. Donât worry kid, youâll get old like me.
The first pitch whooshes past himâball one.Â
Ball two.
Strike one.
The pitcherâs keeping it a little outside, Joel inches closer to the plate, squaring up. The pitcher winds up again, Joel takes a deep breath, feeling the vibration of the bat as it connects with the ball. The crack of the bat reverberates through the stadium as the ball soars past the infield, over the outfield, and disappears beyond the right-field fence.
Home run.
The crowd erupts, the celebratory bell tolls as he rounds the bases. His eyes scan the club box above third base, finding you amidst the cheering fans, your arms raised high, that smile of yours lighting up his heart.
Joel Miller is back, doing what he loves, and now in front of the woman he loves.
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Youâre so proud of him. You wipe the tears from your eyes as Joelâs feet touch home base. His recovery wasnât easy. Every week away from the game for someone as old as him means double the work versus a young kid just in the game. Forty year olds arenât known for being pro athletes.Â
With the long Labor Day weekend, you were able to take time off from work and travel by train to Philadelphia to witness Joel's celebrated comeback, which had turned into a legend after his grand slam. Suddenly, all of your worries are lifted away. The stress of telling your families that you're a couple, your demanding job as a column writer at Sporting Digest that revolves around the ebb and flow of games, trades, and record breaking momentsânone of it matters now.
Your responsibilities at work have been stacking up over the past few weeks. Churning out articles on everything from college football predictions to analyses of NBA draft picks. When you were hired you agreed to not cover baseball, what with the conflict of interest and all. Now, you dream of the headlines you could write about your boyfriendâs triumphant return.Â
Youâve barely been able to leave your laptop. Last week, you spent three days shadowing a tennis star at the US Open, scribbling notes on her training and the pressure of being labeled the ânext big thing.â Youâve barely had time to breathe, let alone do laundry, go grocery shopping, and, most importantly, be there for Joel. You put in countless hours of work to make this long weekend possible, just so you could witness his big comeback firsthand.Â
âHeck of a player that Miller is,â you hear the TV in the corner say. âHe sure knows how to show everyone heâs still got it, doesnât he?âÂ
You clutch his number dangling from your neck, youâre so proud of him, always proving everybody wrong. Well worth every sacrifice.Â
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The Liberties win, 4-0, all thanks to Joelâs grand slam in the first inning. Sports radio is going to have a field day with this.Â
You make your way down to the stadiumâs corridors, where staff rush around with more important tasks than yours.Â
The Liberties clubhouse sits just ahead of you, the two large blue doors stay closed to onlookers. You rest your back against the cold cinder block wall and send Joel a text, telling him to take his time.
A year ago, you never couldâve imagined this. Joel Millerârugged, no-nonsense baseball star, the man who occupied your teenage dreamsânow your boyfriend. The man who keeps your favorite pasta sauce in his pantry. The man who goes mattress shopping with you. It feels surreal, yet so real at the same time.
Every time that damn blue door opens your heart skips a beat, hoping youâll find Joel walking out. False alarm after false alarm.Â
UntilâŚ
Joel emerges, hair slicked back, wearing a gray Liberties shirt, khaki pants, and those cheesy white New Balance sneakers you tease him relentlessly about. Joel, youâre way too rich to be wearing these damn ragged shoes.Â
âHi baby,â he smiles as he wraps his arms around you, pushing you further against the wall.Â
âHi,â you breathlessly respond, smelling the body wash on his skin. Damn, he showered. âGood game.â
âIt was, wasnât it?â
You canât help but smile at how happy he is, back where he belongs, doing what he loves.
âCome on,â he says, pulling you close. âLetâs go celebrate.â His arm stays around your waist as he leads you through the corridors to his car.
Itâs so freeing now, being able to cheer forâand loveâJoel out in the open, for all eyes to see.
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âYou know you made me cry today, right?â you say, reaching for his hand resting on your thigh.
âI did, huh?â he replies with a smirk on his face.
He always looks so confident as he drives. Phillyâs narrow streets, filled with potholes and pedestrians, are nothing like Austinâs, but he navigates them as effortlessly as he does everything elseâinjuries, tough teammates, media storms. He handles it all like he handles a fastball: with ease.
âYeah, Iâm really proud of you,â you tell him softly, grabbing his hand harder. âI know Iâve said it a hundred times, but Iâm just so happy to be here for you.â
He smiles that quiet Joel smile. âThatâs how I feel watching you handle everything too.â
"So, where are we headed?" you ask, noticing you're not on the route to his apartment. âI hope Iâm dressed okay,â you say, looking down at your simple red gingham dress.Â
"Itâs a surprise. Youâll be fine, you look beautiful baby," he says.
The car winds through the city. You glance over, watching the city lights flicker across his face as the car turns off the main road, slipping into a quieter neighborhood.
The car pulls up to a small, unassuming brick building tucked away on a quiet side street. No flashy sign, no valetâjust a discreet, vintage lantern hangs above the door. Itâs definitely a place Joel prefers.Â
He turns off the car and turns to you, his hand still resting on your thigh. âThought weâd keep it low-key,â his deep voice rumbles in the quiet of the car.
You nod, your smile widening. âPerfect.â
He steps out of the car and, ever the gentleman, comes around to open your door before guiding you toward the entrance. You wrap your arm around his, leaning into his warmth as he leads you inside.
â
âMr. Miller, welcome to Vetri Cucina. Weâre happy to have you here. Let me show you to your table.â
âSilvio," Joel says with a firm handshake. "Good to see you. Thanks."
Your eyes scan the cozy space. Shiny worn floorboards, warm amber walls, a glistening chandelier that hangs from the low ceilingâyouâve never seen a place like this before. Little did you know that behind the unassuming brick row home exterior there would be a whole functional restaurant. It feels like the perfect mix of a place for the two of you, rustic and intimate.
Silvio leads you both up a narrow staircase to a private room on the second floor. A table for two sits in the center of the room. A red glass chandelier hangs above it, candlelights flickering shadows across the golden walls..Â
âSo, weâre still hiding our dinners with each other away from prying eyes?â you tease as Joel pulls the chair out for you and you take a seat. Â
âNot exactly,â he says, taking your hand in his. âI just wanted to show off that I can get us a private table at one of the best restaurants in Philly.â
You laugh. âIâm sure thereâs a Golden Corral around here.â
Joel chuckles. âVery funny. But trust meâyouâll love it here. Theyâve got all the fancy dishes with those French words you like.â
âYou know me too well.â
âBetter than you think,â he says, his eyes gleaming under the golden light.
â
A waiter approaches, a polished smile on his face. âGood evening, and welcome. My name is Royal, and Iâll be taking care of you tonight. We have a special tasting menu prepared just for you, personally selected by our chef. Itâll start with an appetizer, followed by a pasta course, a main, and dessert.âÂ
Your mouth waters as Royal pours you a glass of wine.Â
âEach course will be paired with a wine from our grand collection. Your first course will be out shortly. In the meantime, is there anything else I can bring you?â
Joel shakes his head. âWeâre all set, thanks.â
âWow,â you say once the waiter leaves, glancing around the elegantly set table. âI feel a little underdressed for a tasting menu.â
Joel shrugs. âI have a feeling they wonât care what weâre wearing once I pay the bill. Besides,â he says with a smile, âI like you in that red dress.â
âAtta boy, Texas,â you say, smiling as you sip your wine.
â
After a couple courses of delicious appetizers that you happily eat, but Joel barely touches, the water returns, presenting the main course with a flourish.Â
"For your entrĂŠe, we have our signature dish: salt-crusted tilapia with a bread salad of parsley and tomatoes, alongside grilled artichokes on a bed of smoked squash puree."
You glance at Joel as the waiter expertly cracks the salt crust, revealing the perfectly cooked fish underneath. You know Joel hates fish and artichokes. The waiter sets down two glasses of white wine and disappears, leaving you both alone with the dish.
"Baby, what are you going to do?" you ask, eyes wide as Joel picks up his fork.
âDonât worry about me. Iâm here to impress you,â he says with determination before spearing a piece of the fish. He takes a bite, his nose crinkling ever so slightly as he chews.
âHow is it?â you ask, biting back a smile.
Joel grimaces. âIâve had better.â
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. âPlease donât eat it. I know the only fish you like is fried.â
âAlways been more of a Filet O Fish man myself.â
âI donât think theyâve got tartar sauce here, so please, for me, donât force yourself.â
He sets down his fork with a relieved sigh, his hand finding yours again. âAnything for you.â
When the waiter returns, he doesnât comment on Joelâs barely touched plate, but you notice a subtle, appreciative smile as he clears away your empty dish.
âWell,â you say, leaning back, happy and full from dinner. âAt least thereâs dessert.â
âNever said no to dessert,â he chuckles, before looking you in the eyes with adoration.Â
"You know," he begins, his voice low and serious, "I couldn't have done this without you. Coming back after my injuryââ
Joel's voice trails off as he searches for the right words. His eyes stare into yours. You squeeze his hand encouragingly, needing to hear more.Â
âIt wasnât just physical,â he continues. âIt was mental. Wondering if I still had it within me, if I was too old, if it was time for me to hang up my cleats. But youâyou never doubted me for a second.â
Tears pool in your eyes as his thumb brushes back and forth against your knuckles.Â
"Iâve always been your fan, Joel. Iâll always believe in you.â
He nods, a small smile lighting his face. âI know, and thatâs what got me through. I love you.â
âI love you too,â you smile through tears.Â
The waiter approaches with dessert, you silently thank the interruption so youâre not left sobbing in the middle of this beautiful restaurant over how much you love your boyfriend.Â
A familiar slice of pie is placed in front of you and Joel.
âUppercrust?â you excitedly ask, your eyes widening at the large, glazed pecans laying atop the golden crust.Â
Joel gives a shy, satisfied nod, his lips curving into that familiar, gentle smile. "Thought weâd end the night with our favorite. Had Sarah overnight it to the restaurant."
âJooooel,â you breathe out, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. You stare at the pie, stunned by how deeply he cares for you.
âAll for you baby,â he says softly as he lifts his fork and cheers with a playful smile. âCheers to Austin and that hotel bar.â
You laugh, grabbing your own fork and tapping it against his. âCheers,â you whisper, trying to steady your voice.Â
âOh my god,â you moan around the fork at the first taste of sweet pie. âI canât believe you got this. Youâre too good to me.â
He barks a laugh. âBaby, this is nothing, I owe you so much.âÂ
The pie is sweet, but your boyfriend is sweeter.Â
The sweet wine served with the pie warms your body, Joelâs smile from across the table warms you even more. You sneakily slip your foot out of its sandal, and run it up his leg, making your way up to his crotch. He jumps in surprise, his eyes leer at you as he takes a sip of wine. Your foot finds its target, against the soft fabric of his pants, thankful for the white tablecloth that hangs from the table. He places a hand on your foot, pushing it closer to his crotch. You giggle as your toes wiggle back and forth, teasing him.Â
âSo, whatâs next?â you ask, with a mischievous grin.
"Well, after we finish dinner, I'll pay the bill, grab some leftover pie for later...and then take you home and fuck you," he responds confidently.
A small hmph escapes your lips at the promise. âIs that so?â
âOh, it absolutely is,â he replies, a sly grin spreading across his face. He leans in close, his voice lowering to a secretive whisper. âJust think about itâmy place, those fancy sheets of mine you love so muchâŚâ
His hand wraps around your foot, pressing it harder against him.Â
âNow youâre just making me impatient,â you tease.Â
â-
The plates are cleared, the leftover pie is boxed up, Joel settles the bill and rises from his seat, extending his hand to help you up.Â
Your fingers lace together as you step out into the warm summer night. Joel leads you to his car, unlocking it and opening the door for you. You lean over and seal your mouth over his, relishing in being able to kiss him out in the open. You pull away and give him a smirk before getting in and sliding across the passenger seat, your heart racing with anticipation for the next stopâJoelâs apartment.Â
Your time together has been precious and few. Your career keeps you north in New York, Joelâs training and rehabilitation game have kept him busy and all over the states. But now, you finally have three nights togetherâthe most time you've had since his injury a month ago.Â
He glances over at you and winks before he adjusts the rearview mirror. You miss his truck back in Austin, the front bench seat allowing you to slide over and cuddle him close. You curse the existence of the center console.Â
âBuckle up, baby,â he says with a grin. Your heart races at the double entendre.Â
â-
Taking the elevator up to Joel's penthouse brings back memories of that first night together, when you couldn't believe how handsome he looked in that golden elevator at the hotel, not believing you were about to sleep with Joel Miller. Now, his body presses against yours as you lean on him, his head nestled in the crook of your neck as he leaves sweet kisses down your skin to the matching pendant of his number you wear, leaving a kiss against it before his eyes meet yours.Â
âI canât tell you how much I love seeing this on you, baby,â he says before licking his way up to your mouth, sealing his over yours. He grabs your ass, lifting you into his hold, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, your arms wrap around his wide shoulders.Â
The elevator doors open and he carries you into his penthouse, crowding you against the entryway wall. His mouth moves against yours with fervor, deepening the kiss as your fingers tangle in his hair. You gasp against his mouth, the cool wall chilling your overheated skin.Â
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he murmurs between kisses, his breath warm and sweet against your lips. âIâve missed thisâmissed you.â
He turns and carries you to the living room. The ambient city lights shining in from the floor-to-ceiling windows light Joelâs way. He gently sets you down on the couch and slides his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer for another kiss.
âLet me show you how much Iâve missed you, baby,â he whispers against your lips, pausing to look into your eyes.
You nod, breathless and eyes wide. âPlease,â you whisper.Â
He grins, standing back slightly, taking in the sight of you sprawled on his couch, dress askew. âYou look so damn good.âÂ
His hands rest on the hem of your dress and, with a cocky grin, he slowly lifts it up, exposing the soft skin of your thighs.Â
âGod, this is all Iâve been thinking about. Drove to the ballpark thinking about you, stepped up to the plate thinking about you, and, baby,when I saw you in the stands⌠all I could think about was you naked in my arms.âÂ
âJoelâŚâ you struggle to find the words, already lust-drunk on his words.Â
âI need to taste you.âÂ
He drops down to his knees in front of you, his large fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear and sliding them off.
You bite your lip as he grips your thighs and spreads them apart.
He breathes out a deep sigh at the sight of you. A low whistle leaves his lips. âThere she is, sheâs so fuckinâ pretty.â
He leans closer and places soft kisses along your inner thighs, teasingly slow, making your heart race even faster.
âJoelâŚâ you plead.
He spreads you wider, warm breath teasing against your core. He licks a long, slow line from bottom to top, humming appreciatively at the first taste of you.Â
Your back arches, a gasp escaping your lips. "Oh my God," you breathe.
His rough palms grip your thighs, thick fingers digging into the flesh as he holds you steady. His hot breath tickles your skin as he licks you. "God, you taste so good," he murmurs against you, his voice vibrating against your cunt. âMissed this taste.âÂ
His tongue explores you as your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping the soft waves of his dark strands.
Two thick fingers slide inside you, stretching you perfectly. Plush lips close around your clit, sucking and lapping at your sensitive nub.
It's been almost a month since he last touched you like this, and now with his skilled mouth and fingers all over you, your body is ready to let go.
âJoel,â you moan. âC-close.â
He enthusiastically hums against you, deep brown eyes staring into yours from under furrowed brows. His fingers pumping in and out of you as his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit. Your pussy pulses against his thick fingers, squeezing them as you bloom under the pleasure of finally feeling his touch. Goosebumps rise all over your skin, cheeks heating, legs trembling, and your eyes tightly shut⌠and when he curls his fingers upwards inside you, your orgasm crashes into you, your pussy soaking his hand and your voice screaming his name. He doesn't stop, continuing to lick and tease you through your orgasm until it's all too much and you're pulling at his hair.
He pulls back with a satisfied smile and kisses your inner thigh before standing and placing a kiss on your lips. You taste yourself as he licks into your mouth. His plush lips sucking against yours.Â
Before you can catch your breath, Joel scoops you up in his strong arms, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you into his bedroom. You giggle as he smacks your ass and growls.Â
He sets you on the edge of his bed, the crisp white sheets cool against your overheated skin. He steps back, his eyes roaming over your body.Â
âStay right there,â he says as he moves to the closet, rummaging around for a moment before returning with a black camera and tripod in hand.Â
Your breath catches at the sight as he sets them up, carefully adjusting the angle.Â
The tiny red recording light blinks on and the little screen lights up. There you are, all disheveledâdress hiked up, your lips full and swollen from Joelâs mouth.Â
His eyes meet yours. âIs this okay?â he asks softly.
You nod, excitement running through your body. âYes,â you breathe.Â
He grins as he removes his shirt, tossing it to the side before he steps out of his pants. He stays behind the camera, standing in the shadows like a director. âGo ahead baby, take it all off.â
You stand slowly, your heart racing at Joel and the cameraâs attention. Dark brown eyes watch you intently from behind the camera, his eyes never leaving your every movement. You reach back and unzip your dress, pulling it down, as you slowly slip the straps off, letting the dress fall to the floor, the red gingham fabric pooling at your feet.Â
"God, you're gorgeous,â he whispers.
You reach behind to unclasp your bra, staring at Joel as you let it fall away. Your breasts are exposed to his eyes and the camera, your nipples hardening in the cool air. Youâre completely bare now except for the necklace with his number.Â
"Touch yourself for me, baby," he instructs softly.
You smile, running your hands slowly up your sides, cupping your breasts. Your fingers glide over your nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks before you back up against the bed and lay across it, spreading your legs wide for the camera and Joel. Your hand snakes down your body, across your stomach, down to the apex of your thighs.Â
You lock eyes with Joel as you slowly circle your clit, your breath hitching. His gaze is dark from behind the camera, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You can see the outline of his cock straining against his boxer briefs as he watches you pleasure yourself. Your fingers dip lower, sliding into your wet heat.
"That's it, baby," he groans. "Show me how you like to be touched."
Your other hand kneads your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple.
Joel steps out from behind the camera, moving to the edge of the bed. He strips off his boxers, his thick cock springing free. He strokes himself slowly as he watches you.
"You're so fucking sexy," he growls.
You whimper at his words, your fingers moving faster. "Please, baby,â you whine, âI need you."
He grabs your foot and turns you on the cool, slick sheets. Glancing over at the cameraâs small display screen to check the angle of your body. Â
He climbs on the bed and you instantly welcome the warmth of his presence and his broad body. He positions himself between your legs, gripping his cock and running the head through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Your breath catches as he slowly pushes inside, a smile lighting your face at finally feeling him inside you.
"Fuck," he groans, his eyes fluttering closed as he bottoms out. "You feel so good, baby. So tight and wet for me."
You moan as he starts to move, his hips rolling against yours in a steady rhythm. Your hands glide over the expanse of his shoulders and down his muscular back, relishing in feeling the flex of his strong muscles with each thrust.
He leans down, capturing your lips. His tongue tangles with yours as he picks up the pace, fucking you harder.Â
"Look at the camera, baby," Joel murmurs against your neck. "Let's show it how good I make you feel."
You tilt your head, looking directly at the camera lens with heavy-lidded eyes. The knowledge that you are being recorded, that Joel will watch this later, that the two of you will get off while watching yourselves⌠itâs a new thrill for you. You moan louder, arching your back higher as Joel fucks you.Â
"Touch yourself for me," he commands.
Your hand snakes between your bodies, fingers finding your clit.Â
"Oh god, baby," you moan, your fingers working furiously at your clit as he pounds into you. "I'm so close."
Joel's rhythm falters slightly as he watches you touch yourself, sweat glistening on his brow. "That's it. Cum for me. Let me feel you."
Your voice echoes through the room as you cry out Joelâs name, your body trembling as your walls clench tightly around him.Â
âFuck,â he grunts, his hips snapping against yours. âSo fucking good, you cum so fucking good for me. So fucking tight.â
He pulls your body towards him, sitting up on the bed, his cock still buried deep inside of you. You take control and ride him, your legs wrapping around his waist as you grind down on him. His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you.
âThatâs it baby. Take what you need from me,â he growls.
Your hands tangle in the short waves of his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Your tongues exploring each otherâs mouths, bodies glistening with sweat.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his nose bumping against yours. âI love you. God damn baby, I love you so much.â
âI love you too,â you moan as he thrusts up into you. Â
He captures your lips again. âIâm close,â he groans against your mouth. âCum with me baby. Give me one more.â
His hand snakes down between your bodies, his thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles against it as you bounce on his cock.Â
You cry out his name as you orgasm, Joelâs fingers and cock working in tandem to push you over the ledge. You turn your head to the camera, staring into it as you chant Joelâs name while your walls clench around his cock.Â
âOh fuck baby,â Joel groans, his hips stuttering. âIâm gonna cum for you.â
In one swift motion, he flips you onto your back, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he chases his own release. Your hands run down his back, feeling the flex of his muscles with each thrust.
"Cum for me, Joel, I want to feel you cum inside me."
With a final and deep thrust, Joel stills above you. He groans your name as he empties himself inside you, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He fills you with his release, still gently fucking you with soft thrusts, pushing his seed deeper inside you.Â
He leans over and grabs the camera, his cock still plunged deep inside you. With a sly smile, he films your face, capturing the bliss across it.
âLook at you,â he admires, âsmiling all sweetly, all drunk on my cock and cum, arenât you baby?â
You moan a response and nod eagerly.Â
He chuckles as he pulls out, shuffling his body down to settle in between your legs. Joel positions the camera between your thighs, spreading them apart and running a finger through your cunt, swollen and slick with his spend pulsating out of you.
âLook at you, leakinâ everywhere,â he groans, collecting himself across his fingers and sticking it inside you. âCanât have that, now can we?âÂ
His eyes stay focused on the little screen, watching his fingers pump in and out of your overworked cunt.Â
âFuckinâ filthy baby,â he angles his fingers, your slick squelches loudly across the room.Â
Writhing and whining under his touch, your skin is overheated, your pussy radiating heat across your body.Â
He pulls his soaked finger out, wiping it across your folds. âShow me how you drip baby, let me see.âÂ
A gush of his cum leaks out of you, the warm liquid runs down your ass, pooling on the bed.Â
âFucccccccccck,â he growls. âCanât stop looking at this.âÂ
He zooms out, capturing your whole body in the frame.Â
âTell me whose pussy this is,â he instructs.
âYours,â you breathlessly respond.
âThatâs it baby,â he growls, before his eyes lift from the camera and into yours. âI love you,â he softly says, his eyes rounding in reverence.Â
âI love you too.â
He grins, standing up from the bed and switching off the camera before placing it down on the bedside table.
âThat was incredible,â you sigh. âI canât believe we just did that.âÂ
A smile spreads across his face as he leans down to give you a tender kiss on the lips. "We'll have to watch it later," he says before heading to the bathroom. He returns with a damp towel and gently wipes between your legs, before planting a kiss on your forehead and turning to leave the room.
âWhere are you going?â you slur, too blissed out of your mind.Â
âTo get pie. Iâm starving.â
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