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[motorsportbarbie13]

A Package Deal - Part 3

In which things are made official.

Warnings: smut in the middle. lando being jealous. Pairing: Lando x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 4.6k words

(a note: happy new year loves!!! hope you enjoy part three!!)

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"I'm funnier than Greg, right?" Lando grumbles, not even bothering to take his eyes off of you.

"Mate, what?" Oscar replies, eyes narrowed, totally mystified as to what the hell his teammate is talking about. "Like, Greg, the guy on the strategy team Greg?"

"Yeah, him." Lando raises his chin towards where you stand opposite of said strategy Greg, laughing (even louder this time) at something he's said. Lando knuckles go white on the counter he's standing when Greg leans in just a bit too close for his comfort.

It was the first day of testing in Bahrain and Lando had just come in from his first test stint of the 2025 season. When he'd walked into the garage a few minutes earlier, he'd instantly clocked where you stood near the back of the garage staring up at a few computer monitors beside his newest nemesis, Greg. At first he hadn't thought anything of it but then he heard you laugh, a sound that was quickly becoming one of his favorite things, and he had stopped what he was doing to stare.

"I don't think I know Greg's sense of humor well enough to be the judge of that." Oscar responds, still confused as to why Lando was asking him such a random question. When Oscar follows Lando's line of sight though, everything clicks into place and starts to make a lot more sense.

"Oh..." He mutters, unable to quell the smirk that surfaces.

"'Oh' what?" Lando snaps, still attempting to assassinate Greg with a glare.

"You're jealous." Oscar practically giggles. He might be the quieter one of the driver duo, but that quiet demeanor meant that he noticed a lot more than other people gave him credit for and Oscar had caught onto Lando's crush after the first time he had stumbled into your office and disappeared on him for hours.

Lando finally tears his eyes away from where you're standing, still staring up in rapt attention to Greg. "I most certainly am not." He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest in a move that is very reminiscent of a Stella temper tantrum.

"You two aren't even together, are you?" Oscar reasons, doing next to nothing to reassure Lando that he has nothing to be worried about.

Lando narrows his eyes at the Australian as he fights a pout. "I mean, no. Not technically, I guess."

And that was the problem, wasn't it? You two had been on a few dates and he'd been coming over to your house to hang with you and Stella more and more but a serious discussion of what was happening? He'd been too scared to have that kind of talk with you so quick. You made him nervous but being rejected by you sounded even worse.

"Maybe you should like, talk to her about it then? If that's what you want? I mean, I've never seen the sight of a girl talking to someone else send you into orbit like this before. You really like her, don't you?"

Oscar had worked hard to keep his opinion of you and Lando together to himself. He hated when people commented on his relationship with Lily, which was a big reason why they were so quiet together, so he had made it a point not to press when it came to you. He'd spent most of the morning with you though, while Lando was in the car and he could see why Lando was so attached to you already. You were wicked smart and the program that you had been writing for the team was impressive. He knew there were other people in Lando's life that didn't think the driver could handle being with someone like you but the more Oscar got to know you, the more he could see why you two got on so well.

Lando's gaze slides back to you then. "I do, yeah." He murmurs, a sudden sense of determination settling over him. Before he has the chance to chicken out once again, he pats Oscar on the back and starts off towards where you and Greg are still huddled together in front of a computer screen.

"Greg, can I steal her away from you real quick?" Lando says by way of greeting, his tone needlessly possessive. "Will and I wanted to go through last sessions data with you before lunch." He lies.

You hadn't noticed the way Lando had been staring daggers at you and Greg up until that very moment but the feral look he's giving you takes you by surprise. Greg had approached you as Lando's session had wound down and your new program was stretching its legs on your laptop. He wanted to talk about the inputs you were adding in for this year and give you some feedback on the initial data capture of this morning's session. It was totally innocent and when Lando had slid up next to you practically breathing fire, you had been a bit caught off guard.

"I'll see you at the cocktail party later tonight, Greg." You give him a smile before turning back to Lando. "Where do you want to go, the debrief room?"

"Sure." Lando huffs, giving Greg a fake smile before grabbing your elbow and leading you towards an empty conference room. Like hell you were going to see Gregory at any point for the rest of the day.

You're totally confused at the way he's practically dragging you down the hallway and even more perplexed when Lando nearly slams the door closed behind him and you find the debrief room completely empty. "Where's Will?"

"What?" Lando frowns.

"You said you and Will wanted to go over some data after your session." Annoyance moves through you. What in the world was going on?

"Oh, yeah no. I lied." Lando glares at you like you're the insane one, frown deepening.

"Lando!" You sputter, resisting the urge to chuck the nearest laptop at his head. "I was in the middle of a conversation with Greg."

When he rolls his eyes, you swear you see red. "Yeah, I know. We all saw how endlessly entertaining the conversation was."

The pout that finds it's way onto his face is what unlocks everything for you though. Sudden understanding washes over you as it all finally clicks.

"You're jealous!" You gasp, desperately trying not to burst into a fit of giggles.

Lando at least as the decency to look a bit ashamed of his behavior but attempts to deny it. "I am not."

You arch an eyebrow at the man standing across from you as if he's not the easiest book in the world to read. "Lando Norris, you were jealous of a man who was telling me all about how his boyfriend took him on a trip to the Bahamas over the holidays and got bitten by a wild swimming pig."

The way Lando's cheeks go scarlet as he crosses his arms over his chest nearly has you doubled over with laughter.

"Oh."

"Oh is right, you muppet." You chuckle, using the term of endearment he's become famous for. In a few strides, your within arms length of him, tugging at the waist of his half unzipped race suit. Lando takes a step forward as you pull him closer.

"Jealously looks good on you, Norris." You smirk before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, mindful of the fact that you're still at work.

Lando settles his hands on your hips, drawing you even closer to him, seemingly forgetting that he's still at work. He grins down at you, a flirty glint sparking in his eyes.

"Yeah, well. What can I say? The sight of some idiot flirting with my girlfriend kind of set me off."

Your hands slip around Lando's waist. Heart hammering so fast you're amazed Lando can't hear it, you beam up at him. You'd never experienced the kind of contentment and safety you felt whenever you were with Lando before. He frequently caught you off balance like this and had you feeling like you were a teenager again, still believing in fairy tales and happy endings.

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"That's right." He whispers. The rasp in his voice has you pressing your hips into his, seeking friction from his body.

"Well, since I'm your girlfriend then I guess you’ll be needing this for later tonight." Reaching into the back pocket of your jeans, your fingers find the thin plastic card you'd stashed there to slip into Lando's hand sometime this afternoon.

Anticipation sparks between your bodies as Lando figures out what you've just pressed into his palm. All this time he'd been building up this big conversation that he thought had to be had and nervously putting so much pressure on himself to do this all the right way. It had only taken a matter of seconds though and you had reminded him that it like most everything that happened between you and him, this was easy too. There's a silent understanding that passes between you two then that maybe this was how it was supposed to be from the beginning and that sometimes wires get crossed and we meet people later than the universe intended.

"I have to get back to work and you should really find Will and actually debrief but I think I'd like to skip tonights cocktail hour if that's okay with you."

Lando reluctantly lets go and nods, swallowing around the thick lump of emotion stuck in his throat.

"Yeah." He croaks before reaching back out to bring your face to his, kissing you so intensely your knees buckle. "I'll see you tonight."

Not even five minutes after Lando responds to your text, you hear the beeping of the lock to your hotel room door and it swings open moments later. Anxiety flows through you despite the flirty text you'd just sent. This kind of thing was totally out of your wheel house, with most of your adult life spent focusing on your daughter and not dating. It had been Sarah's suggestion to send that risky text but after your conversation with Lando earlier, you were briefly confident that it would be well received. And judging by his response, you were right. That didn't do much to calm your nerves though so the knock on your door sends the butterflies in your belly flying around in what feels like a category five tornado.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Lando groans when he sees you kneeling on the bed waiting for him. Every thought tumbles straight out of his head at the sight of you waiting for him in nothing but black bits of lace. If he had known this was what had been waiting for him all night, he certainly wouldn't have gone to dinner with some of the team.

"You like it then?" You ask, barely resisting the urge to dive under the covers you feel so exposed under his gaze. Lando can't stop staring and it's starting to make you nervous, the way he's dragging his eyes up and down your body without making an attempt to move from where he stands just inside your hotel room.

"Like it? Baby, are you fucking kidding me? I don't think I've ever seen a prettier sight in my entire life." The rasp in his voice drags down your skin like sandpaper.

"Then stop staring and get over here."

Lando obeys immediately, toeing off his shoes before joining you on the bed. His hands find your hips and before you can make a sound, he's pulling you into his lap and attaching his lips to your neck.

"I think everyone got the impression I was about to be sick or something, I got up from that table so fucking fast." He mumbles against you. "Also, give me some warning next time you're going to send me that kind of thing, Osc nearly got an eye full of something that is for my eyes only."

Lando had been attempting to show Oscar something on his phone when your text had come through and the moment he'd swapped over to his iMessage app he was glad that Andrea had picked that exact second to call Oscar's name. He had shut down the message app so fast, all of his blood rushing straight from his head to below his belt.

"Oops." You giggle. "Sorry."

"You're not one bit sorry, don't lie."

All you do is shrug as you preen under his attention. He eyes drag lazy lines up and down your body, stalling when they fall on the black lace barely hiding your most intimate parts. The heat of his gaze has fire stoking deep in your belly and for the first time in years, you feel desired and wanted. It's an unfamiliar feeling that you're still getting used to but with Lando, it feels safe. You feel cared for and it's unlike anything you've ever experienced with anyone you've slept with before. Which, to be totally honest, wasn't a lot. You haven't been in a serious relationship since Stella's dad, the only dates you've gone on in the last six years usually ending in casual flings that don't end up meaning much outside of the bedroom.

This though? This feels different and you know Lando feels the same.

Lando's hands grip at your hips as he moves you off his lap briefly and stands up. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head when he unbuckles his belt with one hand, tugging it off in one smooth motion, the leather slapping against itself and echoing throughout the otherwise silent room. 

“Jesus.” You breathe and desperately try to catch your breath as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. You've known that Lando has a sinfully good body for a while, his entire career is centered around his body afterall so naturally, he is in amazing shape. There’s a reason that women will do next to anything to get any of the drivers in their bed. Nothing prepared you for the hard planes of his chest and the insane cut of his abs though. The way his waist nips in to show off a deep V cut of his torso makes your mouth water. With both his jeans and shirt now discarded, he stands in front of you in just a pair of gray boxers that do absolutely nothing to hide how rock hard he is.

Fuck. 

Before you can stop yourself, you rise up on your knees and move towards him, needing to get your hands on his body. On your knees before him while he’s standing, you only come up to his collar bones but that’s enough. You drop kisses on his heated flesh and relish the way his breath hitches in his throat when your lips make contact. He allows you to continue kissing him for several moments, his hands roaming all over your body. You don’t know how long it is but after his hands have taken full a full tour of your skin, he pulls back and looks at you with a primal glint in his eyes. “Lay down." He orders "I need my tongue on you. Now.” 

You obey and crawl back, watching him prowl after you. Your head rests on the pile of pillows as he covers you with his body and suddenly, the insecurity and anxiety from earlier flashes through your mind. You've never been with anyone who seemed to want to do anything but fuck you and then be done with it. This reverence for your body is completely foreign and the reality of what is about to happen crashes through the haze of lust that clouds your mind.

You must stiffen a bit because a frown appears on Lando's face as his arms cage you in and he hovers over you. “Baby?” 

You shake your head, refusing to let your insecurity ruin the night. Your eyes close and you take a deep breath to steady yourself.

“I’m fine.” You whisper but Lando doesn’t believe you. He drops back onto his knees and straddles you, drawing back so he can see your entire face. 

“What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not ready.” 

Your face heats, but from embarrassment this time. Fuck. You do not want to ruin this.

“No. It’s okay. I just…I’m just not used to this kind of attention.” You don’t tell him how your're used to being used for your body, for whatever pleasure your partner can get out of me and nothing more. You don’t tell him how insecure it makes you to think that he could do the same thing to you too, despite how safe and good he makes you feel no matter what. Sometimes, habits are hard to break. Especially habits that are born out of trauma. You can't tell him any of that though because you think it might break his heart. 

Lando tilts his head and seemingly understands what you're saying. “I don’t know what the fuck the guys in your life were thinking, having you in their bed and not treating you properly, but baby, I am not them. This is not about me, this is about you.” His fingers trace long, lazy lines from your shoulder down over your bra and continue down your body as you shudder with pleasure.

“That’s it." He coos. "I know you’re scared but I swear to you, you are safe with me.” His voice is barely a whisper but you can hear the sincerity in it. Your heart thunders in your chest as you hover between wanting to stop and throwing every bit of caution away and allowing him to do whatever he wants to you. 

“I know I am. I always have been.” You hum.

“Do you want to stop? You just have to say the word and we will. This is yours to control.” 

Your eyes search his for any trace of anger and when you find nothing but honesty in his face, you shake your head. “Please don’t stop.”

You desperately do not want him to stop. 

Once he’s sure you're okay, he crashes his mouth on yours once again and you melt into him. His body is so heavy on top of you but it feels oh so good. You never want it to end. You never want tonight to end. Lando presses kisses into your skin all down your body, starting at your jaw, moving slowly downwards. Kisses on that dip between your neck and shoulders, lower to your sternum, even lower to just above where your bra still sits. He stops then and snakes a hand behind you, lifting you up momentarily, and unclasps the back with surprising ease.

“Okay, that was way too easy for you.” You accuse, laughter bubbling up as he tosses the bra across the room. 

His eyes find yours and he shrugs casually, “What?” He feigns innocence, “Lucky first try?” 

“Oh, whatever. Get back to work.” You order, laughter teasing at the edge of your voice. 

Lando shakes his head again, dropping his head back where he had left off and turns his attention to one of your nipples, taking it fully in his mouth. You inhale a sharp breath at the sensation coursing through you. It feels like your skin is on fire, all leading down to a single throb between your legs. He hums in satisfaction when your back arches off the bed. A moan escapes your lips when he scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin, the pain sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core. After what feels like an eternity, he turns his attention to the other nipple, already pebbled and hard, aching for the same attention. Your mind goes blank as you focus on the jolts of electricity coursing through your body. Your hands tangle in his curls, gripping at the tangles of brown hair, needing something to latch onto. 

“Lan.” His name is a whispered prayer on your lips. 

“Fuck. Baby.” He comes up for air briefly to look at you again and you almost can’t stand to look at him, he looks so good. His lips are swollen from kissing you for so long and he's got this heavy lidded, lustful hazy gaze in his eyes that you've never seen from him before.

“You taste so good.” He rasps before shifting back up to land kisses on your lips. You're so focused on what his lips are doing that you completely miss his fingers digging into your hips. You let out a startled cry when the sound of ripping fabric cuts through the breathy sighs that have filled the room. 

“Lando!” You whine, “I liked those!” You look at the torn bits of black lace that he’s dropped next to him on the bed and sigh dramatically.

“They were in my way. I’ll buy you fifty more tomorrow.” Without waiting for a response, his hand dips down towards your pussy and anticipation climbs in you. You gasp when he sinks not one, but two fingers into the heat between your legs.  Your entire body aches off the bed towards his hand. “Christ. Baby. You are fucking soaked for me, aren’t you?” 

It’s all you can do to just nod an affirmation as he swirls his fingers in achingly slow circles. His thick fingers inch closer to your clit but manage to avoid it and you know he’s doing it on purpose. You wiggle your hips in search of that friction you crave so badly but every time you get close, he moves his fingers out of the way. By the fourth time this happens, you're a whimpering mess underneath him and Lando is clearly enjoying it. “Lando.” You whimper. “Touch me.” 

“I am touching you.” He drops another hot kiss on your jaw and traces his tongue down your neck. You swear you're going to explode from the sensations coursing through your body. 

“You know exactly what I fucking mean.” You snap and move your hips again, only to find his fingers just short of the destination you want them in yet again. 

An evil chuckle tickles your skin. “I like you like this. A pretty little mess underneath me. My girl is so wet for me, isn’t she?” 

His girl. The emotions crash through you at his words and every other thought beyond those two words leaves your brain. 

His girl. 

His girl. 

Your brain chants the all consuming phrase. 

Just when you think you can’t take it any more and you feel that familiar tug at the base of your spine and Lando finally gives you what you've been aching for. The pad of his thumb brushes against your clit and your hips fly off the bed towards his fingers. A cry escapes your lips as you claw at his back. He keeps up the same pace and you can feel yourself barreling towards a delicious release.

“Please. Don’t. Stop.” You pant, breath coming in short gasps as you rock your hips against his hand. Thankfully, he keeps his hand exactly where it is and allows you to grind against it, knowing that this is exactly what you need from him. His lips come down on yours again and when he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, you fly over the cliff.

Sweet release shatters your entire body and you stiffen against him. Your nails dig into his back, leaving little half moons embedded in his flesh. He’ll have red welts there for days and he couldn’t be happier about it. You don’t know how many times you cry out his name but he keeps completely still, allowing you to get the relief that you desperately need against him. 

When your orgasm subsides, you practically melt into the bed, mind too muddled with pleasure to talk. You open your eyes and grin lazily at Lando, who has shifted so he’s lying next to you on the bed. He’s grinning right back and tracing shiver-inducing lines up and down your naked skin.

“Fuck. Lando. That…” You are completely lost for words so it takes you a moment to form a complete sentence, “That was the first time anyones been able to make me come with just their fingers.” 

“Well, I’m glad I could be your first.” He smirks, dropping a kiss on your temple as he pulls you closer to him.

You turn to face him and you're struck at how handsome he is. His curly hair is messy from when you pulled at it while he was getting you off, his eyes glassy with satisfaction even though he hasn’t even come himself yet. He seems to get off just watching you and that is a completely foreign concept.

You reach out and feel the light stubble that covers his jaw, enjoying the rough feel against your fingers. You idly wonder what that stubble would feel like against your thighs and decide that you're just going to have to find out exactly what it feels like soon. That one single thought sends heat flooding through your veins once again and you're surprised. You've never considered myself to be one of those girls that could go several rounds. Usually you were finished after one orgasm, most of the time it was faked anyway. But with Lando laying next to you, you feel like you could do this for the rest of the night. A mischievous grin slips across your face as you reach over and push him back into the pillows.

Before you allow yourself to think about what you're doing, you straddle him and relish in the feeling of his dick that is now nudging against your ass. “I think I need you inside me now.” You tell him and squeal when his pupils blow and he flips you onto your back without warning. 

Hours later, you fall into such a deep sleep you don't notice Lando slip out of bed to get a drink of water from the bathroom. You'd spent the better part of the evening underneath him as he gradually worked you over so good you had lost count of how many times he had made you come.

The mattress dips when he joins you back in bed and Lando is surprised to find that he doesn't want to leave you. Up until meeting you, Lando had been more of a one night stand, never sleep over, kind of person when it came to sex. Getting back into bed with you and pulling you close so he could fall asleep with you tucked next to him was something he never thought he'd want but now that he had it, he knew he'd never be able to live without it again.

When Lando pulls you towards him, you stir a bit, enjoying the way the heat of his body warms your naked skin. You're so fucked out from everything Lando did to your body, your brain is a little sluggish but you turn into him, burying your head deep into his chest.

"You left me." You whine sleepily.

Lando slots his leg between yours, hitching your top leg up over his waist. "I'm sorry, baby." He whispers against your hair. "I needed a drink but I'm not going anywhere."

"I thought you left." In your sleepy haze, the words you probably would've tamped down slip out. "Please don't leave me."

Lando knows you're more than half asleep and probably don't realize what you're saying but something in your words has him feeling you don't just mean for the night. "I'm not going anywhere, sweet girl. Not ever." He whispers, listening to the soft cooing sound you make in response before you drift right back off to sleep.

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[sunnypopoki]

— 𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 ; P.2

(𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬.

ᴛᴡ: ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴏᴜʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀꜰᴀʙ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇᴛᴄ.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴘᴏᴋɪ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, Qᴜᴏᴛᴇᴠ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ.

Р.1 / Р.3

The bed was cold whenever you woke up. Your fingers slid across the crisp sheets, feeling for Kieran's warmth even though you already knew he wasn't there. A headache pounded against your temples. Your cheeks were stiff with dried tears. The air was cold and you already wanted to roll back over and go back to sleep, hating the chill in the room.

You didn't feel as distraught as last night. Maybe it was the solid eight hours of sleep, but your brain was fuzzy and lacking. A groan tore through your lips as you stumbled out of bed and wiped at your eyes.

The floorboards were cold and you wondered if Kieran accidentally turned off the heat. You shivered and ran your hands down your arms.

The house was still. Even the dust in the air seemed to move in slow motion, barely drifting through the rays of sunlight that poured through the open windows. You shuffled down the hallway and glanced at the living room. Undisturbed, neat, stale. You almost forgot that you sat there with Kieran last night before he got his phone call. A nasty taste formed under your tongue, lips pursing into a thin line.

If only there was a switch you were able to turn off in your brain. It was the morning and you were already regretting waking up to get breakfast. You rubbed at your eyes and paused at the kitchen doorway and the cold tiled flooring bit at your bare feet.

The clock ticked, telling you it was 4:00 PM. You woke up late again.

A single message was laid on the counter on a pink posted note. You picked it up and noticed Kieran's handwriting that was scribbled down in a rush. Next to it was a small doodle of him holding a heart. It read;

Good morning my кошечк��! I'm writing this before leaving for work, but I made you some breakfast and put it in the fridge. Strawberry pancakes and the syrup, if you want any, are in the pantry on the top shelf. I will be back around 5 this evening, remember to eat lunch. I will eat dinner with you tonight. I love you.

You were grateful for any food that he made you. Hell, you were grateful that he even thought of you in the first place to make you food whenever he didn't have to... But you'd rather have his presence instead of some warmed-up pancakes. You crumpled up the posted note and tossed it away. You were hungry but you didn't want to eat, you didn't have the energy or motivation to chew and swallow, much less sit down at the table.

Leaning against the counter, you ran your hands down your face. There were so many things you didn't want to do. You didn't want to brush your teeth, take a shower, or put on a fresh pair of clothes. You didn't want to sleep and you didn't want to be awake either.

The only thing you could think of was Kieran, yet you couldn't shake him off.

The pancakes were left untouched. It was just another meal in the fridge that was waiting to go bad. You couldn't promise that you were going to eat them later whenever you didn't even want to look at them. Kieran would ask later, 'What's wrong? you didn't eat the pancakes I left for you' and you would have to say another lie. It was just your stomach, or you didn't see the note until after you ate something else, or you weren't in the mood for pancakes.

It took everything in your power just to force yourself to go to the bathroom. Even then, he stayed on your mind as you splashed your face with cold water. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you frowned at the dark circles and reluctantly brushed your teeth. A pimple was right above your right brow. God, you didn't want to catch glimpses of yourself either, much less stare into the mirror.

What can I do to make the rest of this day productive?

You hadn't a clue. This only left you waltzing around the house, dabbling in some things, but getting up again whenever you got bored. You couldn't keep still no matter what you tried to do. By six, your mood was bitter, annoyed at your lack of interest in anything and annoyed at why you were feeling so depressed.

Stopping in the middle of the hallway, your eyes snapped to the closed door on the right. That was Kieren's at-home office. He rarely ever used it and it was mostly used as a place for him to store things from his rented out big office or important documents. You were aware that all your birth certificates and SSN cards were locked up in a safe in there. But what else? The last time you went in there was like two months ago, but he usually went in there weekly, even if it was just to grab something.

What if he is hiding something?

Reaching out to the handle, you hesitated. However, that lasted only a short time because curiosity got the best of you. You turned the handle and peeked inside.

His home office was small and cramped, which was why he rented out a room in a small building in the city to have his own office for editing and focusing on work. The walls were lined with books and files, and a small desk was cluttered with papers of all kinds. He needed to clean it out. However, you felt grateful that he hadn't already.

A small look around wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Guilt was already threatening to turn you around and march you back to your room, to put yourself in time-out, but you needed to know if something was going on with him. Your hands fiddled with the handle of the door before you stepped into the room and closed it behind you. A small peak. That's all you wanted. It wasn't like you were going to turn the room upside down to look for things against him.

The inside wasn't dusty and you noticed recent documents on his desk. It was good that he didn't desert the small room entirely for his bigger office. You shuffled to sit on the chair and drummed your fingers against the wood.

Where to start?

You didn't know what you were looking for. Something to give you peace of mind that didn't include talking to Kieran about it. If he was cheating, he wasn't going to outright tell you about it. You weren't sure where he'd hide things if he didn't want them to be found. He had his phone on him and that wasn't something you felt comfortable snooping in, but his laptop had everything about his work.

You hesitantly pulled his laptop closer and opened it. A small peak. It wouldn't do anything. It wasn't like you were going to shame if you found anything raunchy. Sure... it was something he probably should talk to you about, but you didn't blame him, since you weren't exactly someone who was giving him fun nights even if the two of you were married.

Maybe he has gotten bored of me because I haven't had sex with him yet, you thought. It's not that I don't find him attractive it's just...

The idea of intimacy like that scared you. All the possibilities of what could go wrong, what would hurt, and what would be uncomfortable.

Kieran always said he understood and that it didn't bother him that the tow is you weren't intimate in bed. But maybe that was a lie. Maybe he found pleasure in stuff on the internet or some woman he kept seeing. You'd be fine living a life with him even if it meant no intimate pleasures at all, but maybe he didn't think the same way you did. He probably had a lot of pent-up stress and desires, so was it your fault for not doing it with him? Right?

Was he going to leave you for someone else because of that?

Your hands were shaking as the screen turned on. His password was his old childhood cat's name: Sonya. At least he didn't bother to change the password into something you didn't know, that was a good sign, right? You swallowed the lump in your throat and tapped at the keyboard. Ding. You were in.

There were a lot of random things on his desktop. You noticed the editor and graphic design apps, such as Microsoft and Blender, and a few games that you haven't played before in your life.  You tapped at the desk absentmindedly and debated with yourself, wondering if you should just go and watch TV, but an app caught your eye.

M?

You noticed the icon at the bottom of the screen with the letter M. It wasn't a familiar-looking app, nothing you've downloaded onto your laptop before, and it was suspicious. The design wasn't good at all. You chewed on your bottom lip and dragged the cursor over to open it. This app would be the only thing you'd look at. Not his search history or anything—no. You'd have to give him some privacy.

That didn't change the fact that it was hard giving him privacy—not whenever his privacy was the whole reason you were suspicious of him in the first place.

The one thing you wanted to know was where he was going with his business trips. As an editor, you knew that he could have a business trip. Sometimes he met up with clients, however, lately, it's been very frequent. You were jealous of it. If it was someone he was meeting, even for work, why were they more important than his wife? he didn't need to go to work that often, right?

The app opened up and you blinked at the messages that were waiting there. All empty chats with numbers as names, except one. It was named 'Sam' and you noticed a couple of messages within the chat. Maybe a client? Or was it someone he was cheating on you with? Your mouth ran dry.

Okay, maybe you shouldn't be looking at his stuff. Just because you were suspicious, shouldn't you wait until you see him in the act of cheating instead of snooping? This wasn't right. It was a shady app, but maybe this was a client that he wasn't supposed to tell you about. As an editor, he wasn't allowed to share the works he was helping writers with, which went against his agreement.

"I shouldn't be looking at this..."

Yes, you shouldn't, but you needed to know. Why was he always leaving late at night and going on long business trips? Why was he always late whenever the two of you went on dates? Why was he always getting calls? Why did he never stay long enough to sleep in your shared bed? It didn't even feel like his bed anymore...

"Just one peek and that's it," you whispered, "please, don't let me find anything."

You opened the chat and gnawed on your bottom lip. There were only a couple of messages, all of them sporadic at what time they were sent. You paused, freezing when your eyes were glued to a specific set of messages.

Sam -- 3:25 AM

Come see me.

Kieran -- 3:27 AM

Make it quick.

Your hands froze above the keyboard. If you had to be honest, you weren't sure what you were looking at. That was about two weeks ago. What was he doing two weeks ago? Your brain wracked to remember what he did that week and how many times he left the house, but it was a blur. Every week was the same in the long run. You glanced down at the most recent message. It was from Sam.

Sam -- 10:00 AM

Where the hell are you at? Respond to this when you see it. You told me you'd see me today.

Your muscles collapsed. Falling back into the seat, you stared at the screen dumbly, lungs gathering in as much air as they could before you stopped breathing entirely. Everything was cold; your bones, muscles, and blood.

Sam was a unisex name. For all you knew, this was the woman he could be cheating on you with. The messages were distrustful enough. The one from two weeks ago was at three in the morning and this Sam person was asking to meet him? He agreed, so even if you didn't remember that week perfectly, it wouldn't have surprised you to know he went somewhere at three in the morning. Just last night, he left at an odd time and has yet to come back.

Is he with her now?

The thought was crushing. You could imagine it at the forefront of your mind; you saw him panting, grinding his hips into some woman you didn't know, moaning her name like some sort of mantra. His hands would be all over her body and her palms would graze down his inked skin, tracing the very same lines that you have. He would hold her hands, he would kiss her lips, and move his hips like a starved beast.

Tears rolled down your cheeks.

No.

No, no, no.

None of this was real. You were just jumping to conclusions again, you didn't know that this person was a woman, and even if it was—him going to meet her at 3 in the morning wasn't cheating, right? That didn't guarantee that he was having sex with her, dating her, kissing her.

Your nails carved crescents into your palms.

You were angry. You didn't quite get it, but all the hurt you felt manifested like a hot steel rod through your heart. Short breaths escaped your lips and a choking sob followed. You didn't want to cry, you were tired of crying, but that didn't stop your heart from collapsing and burning all over again. So you punched, you punched at your knees and thighs until you knew bruises would form later, and you didn't stop.

"Damn it!" you wheezed, fist slamming down on his desk so hard that a pile of papers slipped to the floor. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

He didn't.

He wouldn't.

The chair tipped back whenever you got up. You were dizzy and you blamed it on how fast you were breathing, aggressively wiping at your tears until your eyes turned red and raw. The office door slammed shut behind you as you fumbled to throw on some new clothes and shoes, tossing on a hat to hide your hair. You needed out of the house. Anywhere, yes anywhere! You'd go anywhere that was better than this place.

He wouldn't have done it, right? No, he wouldn't have! You didn't know anything for certain. Yes, you just had to stop jumping to conclusions. In fact, it would be better if you just stopped thinking entirely. Shut your brain off and stop questioning your husband's loyalty, because no way he would cheat on you—

But what if he is? you thought, Sam could be better than me in everything. She could be prettier, smarter, sexier. What if she gives him what he wants with sex? What if he is happy and satisfied with her?

Wouldn't that make you selfish for wanting to keep hanging onto him?

You kicked the pot outside. It shattered when it fell off the porch and you cursed, stomping past it, and going down the street. Your eyes were puffy and red, cheeks blotchy from your stupid waterworks, and you looked messy. You didn't care. You couldn't gather the energy to care. So you walked down to the store that was a couple blocks away at the bottom of the hill, gripping your wallet tightly.

You needed a long walk to calm you down. So you did just that—you walked to the store as slowly as possible, sucking in the cold air, wishing all your foul emotions would melt away like that sloshy snow on the side of the road.

It didn't take long to reach the store. Unluckily for you, you didn't notice the slightly dimming sky. It always got dark early in winter.

The store was welcoming. There was no one inside except two workers who were minding their own business. They flashed you a smile before you scurried to the back of the store, grabbing a pack of your favorite chips and a soda from one of the fridges. You exhaled and glanced at the tempting chocolates near the front. You didn't need them, plus you had a feeling you'd eat them all in one go and make yourself sick, so you refrained from buying them.

Sighing, you walked up to the front and placed your items on the counter. An older lady walked up to the register, the pretty red ribbons styling in her hair catching your eye. They matched the red eyeshadow around her eyes and the red mascara she was wearing.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" the cashier raised a worried eyebrow when she noticed your appearance, glanced around, and then lowered her voice, "Do you need me to call someone for you? Are you in trouble?"

You managed a weak smile. "I'm good, just a rough day."

It took everything in your power to not spill your guts to this lady. Oh, how you wanted to tell someone about what you were going through, what you were thinking, but who would you tell? All your friends were in happy relationships, they wouldn't understand, and couldn't speak to the one man you usually told everything to because it was about him.

The cashier smiled softly, saying, "Oh, I apologize. I heard there have been a lot of kidnappings around here recently, so I wanted to make sure there was no bad person in the store with you. Women need to look out for other women!"

Your chest warmed up at her smile. "Yes, we do. Thank you. I love how your charms and makeup match, it's very pretty."

The cashier bashfully waved her hand and laughed. "Aww thank you! You look like you have a kind heart, so I things get better for you, sweetie. Hopefully, these snacks will make you feel better."

She handed you the bag and you nodded, muttering a 'thank you' and a simple 'I hope you have a good evening' before you turned on your heel and bolted for the exit.

The doors slid open and that warm feeling in your chest faded, pausing to stop and stare at the sky. It got dark quickly. It wasn't fully dark, the sun was just over the horizon, painting orange and pink streaks into the clouds. A bird flew down and perched on a lamppost.

If only you were a bird. They were able to fly anywhere they wanted to go, they didn't have a care in the world, and they didn't have to struggle with whatever mess you were struggling with. You didn't know how you should label what you were going through. You didn't know if your spouse was a cheater, you didn't know if you deserved to be cheated on, and you didn't know why you were dragging it with you.

Just like that, the nice interaction you had was in the back of your mind, and you felt like shit again.

Why can't I just be the type of wife who trusts him?

You always compared yourself to the images of wives you saw on TV and the internet. Smiling, happy, and who had great communication with their spouses—yet here you were, afraid to ask your husband just because you didn't want to face the fact that it might be real. To face the fact you could potentially lose him. You were angry at him too, you didn't want to hear excuses, and you didn't want to look at him.

Yeah, maybe you did deserve to get cheated on, but you were still pissed at him for discarding you if he did. For tossing you out like you were nothing as if he forgot all the years the two of you have been together.

If he cared, you were starting to no longer feel it. That gnawing thought that each time he kissed you, he imagined it was another girl. His touches felt distant at times and you wondered what else he had on his mind to make him so ghostly.

You glanced down at the chips and soda in your bag. So much for trying to eat the pancakes he made later. You didn't have the desire to eat anything he made, you'd end up crying again if you did. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you glanced down, moving the heavy bag around as you struggled to get your phone out.

Speak of the devil, and he shall arrive.

Kieran ❤︎  -- 9:48 PM

Where are you?

Your lip twitched into a frown. From what you saw earlier, you didn't want to talk to him at all. Your mind was still reeling with what message you saw on his laptop, wondering just who Sam was, and why everything was so suspicious. Your face was stiff from the bitter cold and all the dried-up tears you sobbed earlier.

It wasn't fair. He was asking where you were but each time you asked him, he either was vague or said some sort of response that didn't make sense! Your teeth gritted together and you felt tears welling back up. Angry. You were absolutely livid at him. You were livid at yourself. Hell, you wanted to scream at something but you didn't know who deserved to be screamed at.

Was it you because you weren't a good enough wife for him to stay around? Or was it him for not staying around in the first place?

You managed to type back. Even so, no matter how angry you were, or how sad, you always found yourself responding the longer you stared at his name on the top of the screen.

You — 9:49 PM

Store. Walking home now.

You watched the bubble appear. Within seconds, before you had the chance to put your phone away and pretend you never saw his message, he replied.

Kieran ❤︎ — 9:50 PM

Stay put and don't leave the store. I'm coming to pick you up. It's not safe for you to be walking out when it is getting dark ❤

You wanted to throw your phone. You stomped your foot and shoved your phone into your pocket, glaring holes into the cement as you stood out on the sidewalk outside the story.

It wasn't terribly dark yet but it was dark enough that it wasn't safe. That was your fault, you were the idiot for giving into your compulsions and going to the store whenever you wanted to go out of the house. Yes, you should wait for Kieran, no matter how angry you were because it was the responsible thing to do.

But you didn't want to wait. The house was only two blocks away and you knew everyone in the neighborhood. It wasn't like you hadn't walked out to the store before in the dark, so what would happen this time? You had your keys and the can of soda in the bag would be a good weapon to swing at someone.

He never tells me where he's going, you cussed inwardly, so he can just suck it up and wait for me to walk home.

Yes, you were being petty.

But who wouldn't be? You just found a very suspicious message on your husband's laptop from someone named 'Sam', and now he wanted you to wait for him to come and pick you up. You were hurt. You were angry. You were confused. You didn't want to see his face but at the same time, all you wanted to do was to snap at him for him to explain everything.

It had to be your fault, right? Why else wouldn't he want to spend time with you if it wasn't your fault?

You let your emotions get the best of you, storming down the side of the street as you ventured farther and farther away from the sanctuary of the store. Street lamps flickered as you walked up the hill with your shoes clicking against the sidewalk. There was no sign of the car he was in.

The thought of sitting down on the concrete and letting your heart out was tempting. There was no one around and you were getting tired of the same bleak, lonely expanse of your home. The sidewalk looked more welcoming than the bed at home you could cry on. You stopped dead in your tracks and sighed, tears welling up. 

You didn't even realize you were sinking to your knees before you were already sitting on the sidewalk. You weren't sobbing, no wailing, but single tears that rolled quietly down.

So many people would say so many things if they saw you like this. Maybe they'd call you dramatic, maybe they were right, but everything felt so suffocating. You felt trapped. You didn't want to go home but you wanted to be home, you wanted Kieran to hold you but you also didn't want to see him. It was all so complex.

Maybe everyone would call you cowardly and pathetic. God, you already knew that. You were crying on the sidewalk instead of going up to him and asking him—but what if he said an answer you didn't want to hear? What if he admitted to cheating? What if he said he didn't love you anymore? The fear of rejection was the one reason you kept your mouth shut... the fear of losing him.

If you lost him, you didn't think you could fall in love again.

You don't think you would want to.

All you wanted was to have the love of your life back; his smiles, his hugs, him holding you to sleep. You wanted the man you saw at your wedding—when he looked at you as if you were the only person to exist. But now maybe that wasn't true. Maybe you were just a woman he didn't want to be around anymore. Maybe you were dragging him down and he was just waiting for the perfect time to tell you.

God, I'm so scared, you thought. What if I'm right? What if it isn't all in my head?

Your phone buzzed. No. You wanted to ignore him, you wanted to stay here, you wanted to cry until all that was left was a numb destroyed path.

The last time you had a good unashamed cry, you couldn't remember. It was always muffled because Kieran was around or you were in your car, but now no one was around, but now you were too tired to sob like you wanted to. Crying made you feel like a crybaby, like some bitch who couldn't keep it together, even though you had every reason to shed a couple tears.

You were angry at yourself for going behind his back to snoop through his laptop because you were too scared to have an adult conversation with him, you were angry at him for always leaving you alone and confused, and you were angry that this situation was even happening.

God, you felt so repetitive. Yeah, you were angry and sad, maybe you should just stop whining and dwelling on it. How easy everything would be if you could.

"Hey girly, you okay?"

You froze. For a split second, you thought it was Kieran, but it was two men when you looked up. Two white men, one with a buzz cut and the other had a short perm, tattoos covering their arms. Cigarettes hung from their fingertips. Maybe it was because you were used to how Kieran looked, but you didn't immediately assume they were 'bad guys' because of how they looked.

You wiped your tears away and sniffled, "Uhm, shit, yes I'm okay."

The man with the buzz cut raised an eyebrow. A shiver shot down your spine whenever he smiled. Okay, maybe he was a bad guy because something about this felt wrong.

"Why is a cute thing like you cryin' in a place like this?" he asked, then glanced at his friend, "a poor girly like this shouldn't be cryin' out on the street, don'cha agree?"

The other man nodded, "Yeah. Where are ya' going?"

Sweat trickled down your back. You stumbled up from the ground, backing away from them, gripping your bag just in case you had to swing it. You cleared your throat and did your best to sound firm, "I'm heading home, so if you'll excuse me..."

The men smiled like preying hyenas. "Oh, we can walk you home--"

"(Y/N), thank god!"

Your head snapped to the side when Kieran shouted. There he was, rushing towards you in a jog, stopping to catch his breath. Why wasn't he in the car? He looked distraught. His hair was a wild mess, sweat on his brow, panic in his eyes that fell into relief whenever he saw you. He didn't give you a chance to speak before he grabbed your shoulders, yanked you into him, and crushed you in a hug.

"Why the hell did you not answer any of my calls? You didn't text me back either, fuck, I thought something happened to you! I told you I was going to pick you up!"

You were stunned. He pulled back and cupped your face, noticing your tear-stained cheeks. He looked like he just got sucker punched in the gut.

"Why are you crying, Котик? Did something happen?"

Oh, how it looked in his eyes. He probably assumed the worst happened to you whenever you weren't at the store and all his calls and messages were ignored. You couldn't blame him for being panicked. Guilt stabbed you through the heart; you just scared him to death just because you were angry and sad over a questionable situation. It was an immature reaction based on an assumption and now he was the one dealing with the aftermath.

Suddenly, you felt like the worst piece of shit in the world.

However, anything you wanted to say was stolen from your lips whenever Kieran looked up. The two men who tried talking to you stared back with unimpressed, raised eyebrows. Kieran's eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?"

The man with the buzz cut grinned. "Oh, well we saw this girly sitting on the sidewalk so—"

"I asked who you are?" Kieran deadpanned, "that means your name."

Both the men shuffled on their feet. The man with the shaggy hair spoke, glaring, "What do you want our names for? It doesn't matter."

Kieran pursed his lips. Whatever he was thinking, you couldn't read it, and you could tell they couldn't either by the way they started to glance at each other. He sighed and his fingers fumbled with the edge of your shirt. He glanced down at you, giving you whiplash with how soft he looked at you.

"Did these men hurt you? What happened?"

"Hey! We already said--"

Kieran's voice dropped and he glanced at them, his glare cold enough to send a chill through hell, "I didn't fucking ask you, so keep your mouth shut until I tell you to open."

You didn't try to speak, you just shook your head and gripped his arm tighter. Kieran snapped his head back up to glare at them and they squirmed. He analyzed them for a bit, letting them get increasingly nervous by the second.

"Now that I look at you, you seem familiar. Elliot? Elliot Smith?"

The man with the buzz cut, Elliot, froze.

"I heard about you. I have a friend who works in the police, he told me about you. Weren't you charged with sexual harassment three months ago?" Kieran stared, his expression cold, "There have been some rumors recently that you've been trying to get into gang activity as well."

Elliot's face turned red as if all the air supply was cut off to his face. He looked like a plum when his cheeks grew from red to purple, his eyes shifting through different emotions to gauge what to say next. You blinked. He was charged with sexual harassment? How did Kieran know about something like that? When did he get a friend who was a cop?

Is the cop Sam?

Kieran wasn't a man who watched the news that often, so you doubted he was lying about where he got the information. You shuffled on your feet and his hand held you tighter. Damn it. You really threw "stranger danger" out the window just because you were pissed and wanted to spite your husband by walking home instead of waiting for him.

Elliot stumbled forward and started to stammer out his words. Kieran didn't step back, but you didn't miss the way his muscles tensed up like a wild cat about to lunge forward. He started to drum his fingers against your arm—you weren't sure if he was trying to comfort you or distract you.

"I am not in the mafia, Russian bastard!"

Kieran raised an eyebrow. He ignored the obvious attack on his ethnicity, not caring that he was called a Russian bastard. He tilted his head, "the mafia?"

"Yeah! You're accusing me of working with the mafia just because of some still rumors you heard from a cop. Those rumors aren't--"

"Ah, no," he smiled humorlessly, "I imagine they aren't interested in уличные дворняги. Plus I said gang activity, as in little boys running around with baseball bats and pockets filled with drugs."

Elliot's buddy jumped forward to save his friend's skin. His glare didn't match Kieran's, it was weak and anxious. His hand was shaking and he pointed a hand at you. You feared what bullshit he was going to come up with and you didn't get a chance to interrupt before he spouted it.

"You should give us to her, man. If you go around accusing people of crimes, you probably do shit yourself, like abusing her. I bet you're the one who made her cry. Her eyes are puffy, she looked fuckin' defeated when we saw her. So hand her over before we call the cops."

Time stopped.

Kieran sucked in a breath.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm saying that you probably abuse her or something! If you don't leave her with us, man, we will call the cops on you!"

Kieran's face shifted into something darker. Much darker. That sweet and worried expression he had for you molded into something malicious. The last time you saw a look like that was whenever some kid in your freshman year of high school insulted you. That same kid got two of his teeth knocked out that same day. Kieran never told you he did it, he acted like he didn't know, but you remembered vividly how he tried to hide the blood caked under his nails back then.

You never thought something like this would happen. Sure, they haven't harrassed you, but accusing Kieran of abuse whenever he hasn't done anything wrong made your chest bubble up. You were the one who screwed up and got all of you in this situation, not him.

"Hey, he's not—"

Kieran squeezed your shoulder. You saw the way he glanced down at you, subtly shaking his head, telling you to leave it to him. You weren't sure what he was thinking anymore or what he was doing—all you wanted was to go home. It was you who put everything in this situation because of an emotional mistake, so you should be the one to suck up your responsibility and leave the situation.

"leave her with you?"

Elliot spoke up. "The poor girly was crying and now some tattooed, large bastard like you comes up! You think the police would believe—"

"And they'll believe someone who was recently released from prison for sexual harassment?"

Elliot clamped his mouth shut. His eyes snapped to you, narrowing into daggers, and sweat built on your brow. He pointed an angry finger at you.

"Well isn't it her fucking fault for walking out whenever it's dark? She doesn't have brains if she thinks that someone looking like her would be able to go home without getting hit on! It's normal for good-looking women."

Oh, if looks could kill, you were sure that those two men would have dropped dead. Elliot paled when he noticed how Kieran was glaring at him. He was on the edge, two seconds away from grabbing that hand and seeing how many times he could bend his finger until it snapped off.

It was scary. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't scared of an expression like that, because you had a feeling that the only reason he wasn't violent was because you were there.

Just like when the two of you were younger.

"...Kieran, why—why don't we go home? Okay?" you stammered, "We don't need to waste our time here. We wanted to have dinner together, remember?"

Kieran's lip twitched and his green eyes shifted down to you. They were sharp and calculating, his arm wrapped around you like a coiled spring.

"Let's just go home," you whispered. Please.

By the look of Elliot's face, he was hoping the two of you would leave too, scurrying back closer to his friend who had been quiet throughout the entire ordeal. You didn't blame him. He looked just as grey and sickly as the cement beneath their feet.

Kieran's jaw was clenched. He stared at you as if he was debating all the options he had. You knew him, he didn't like being violent in front of you and always lied in the past about where he was. You weren't naive. You were very much aware that he was violent and you knew that he hated that you knew. To him, he just wanted you to view him as a dazzling husband.

Which he was—just dangerous too.

The two men didn't dare act cocky whenever he finally turned to leave with you. His hand grasped yours and he dragged you back down to the store, not looking back, as if he feared he might actually break their fingers off if he looked at their faces again.

You had a hard time keeping up with his long strides. His head was in the clouds so he didn't bother to slow down, gritting his teeth as he barely managed to make it to the parking lot without turning back.

Kieran sometimes had to use self-restraint when it came down to hurting others. Sometimes, you said, because it wasn't every day that he listened to it. You stumbled behind him.

"Slow down a bit! My legs—my legs aren't as long as yours!"

It was a miracle he actually heard you. Like a dog hearing a special command, he stopped dead in his tracks and you almost rammed your nose into his back. You inhaled sharply and let the burning of your legs rest a bit. He was basically jogging! You barely had enough courage to meet his eye whenever you noticed the familiar sensation of his gaze boring into your head.

His green eyes were dark.

Oh.

He was angry at you.

The silence was loud even though there was the distant sound of cars honking, the wind between houses, and some cat in an alleyway. You didn't know what to say. You wanted to apologize to him, for making him worry and putting yourself in a dangerous situation because of an emotional decision, but nothing would leave your lips. You opened your mouth, closed it, opened it again, closed it again. You must have looked like a gaping fish out of water.

He had every right to be angry at you. You were aware that you tended to blame yourself in situations where you weren't involved, but you knew that you messed up.

Guilt twisted your gut up into one big knot. You didn't know what to do or say to untangle it, much less make it to where Kieran wasn't staring at you in the way that he was. Angry, confused, questioning why the hell you didn't just wait for him—and you felt guilty because you knew you couldn't just tell him why.

"I..."

He wasn't speaking. Was he waiting for you to give him something to work with? Even if it was some shitty lie or bad excuse? Your hand let go of his and started to fuddle at the hem of your shirt.

"...I'm sorry, I know I—I messed up. I, uhm, I made a bad decision—"

Kieran took a deep breath. How odd that such a small action caused every word you planned to speak to collapse, cutting your apology short. You couldn't look him in the eye. Dangerous thoughts started to swirl around in your head like poison; was he disappointed in you? Was dumb mistakes like this the reason he never stayed around you? Maybe he viewed you as a child who couldn't make reasonable decisions? Were you being emotional? Maybe he wasn't mad at you and you were assuming things?

You wished you had the courage to ask him all those questions. You wished you had the bravery to listen to the answers without crying. But you didn't, so you kept your mouth shut.

Kieran shuffled on his feet and placed a hand under your chin, lifting your head.

"Look at me."

His green eyes weren't as dark as before. He wasn't happy, yeah, but he looked as if he was trying to be gentle and understanding. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"Thank you for apologizing," he murmured sincerely and he took a deep breath,  hanging his head, "I'm also sorry that men like that decided to target you. You were probably so scared and me acting like... me probably wasn't helping, was it?"

"Well, you—you were with me so I wasn't scared. I was more just... nervous I guess. I don't know, I went off on my own because I was emotional, I'm sorry—"

His eyebrows creased and his hands cupped your face. He was so tender with how his thumbs brushed over your cheeks and he leaned in close, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. He melted at the touch of your skin, fluidly stepping forward and leaning in as close as possible. He drank in your presence, your warmth, the smell of your hair, and the rising and falling off your shoulders.

"Let's... let's talk about this at home, okay? I'm not mad, I just..." he trailed off and his eyes darkened, "I was scared something happened to you. When I couldn't find you at the store, when you weren't responding to my calls or texts, and when I saw those fucking свиньи with you—"

He cut himself off. He closed his eyes and took a couple of breaths.

"We're going home. Come on."

You yelped whenever his hands curved under your knees and he picked you up, carrying you like you were some damsel in distress. Any questions, excuses, or complaints you wanted to say dissipated when you saw that distant look on his face. Just like you've seen before, he looked ghostly, like he saw something you couldn't see. Just where was his head at?

You looked away. Anger buzzed in your bones, guilt was drowning your heart, and you too had a fuzzy feeling inside your head that made you feel distant.

I shouldn't have left the house.

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LINKS :

— 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳

— 𝘞𝘢��𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥

— 𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘷

[ P.3 ]

[beloveds-embrace]

https://www.tumblr.com/beloveds-embrace/769747896273862656/im-sorry-did-you-say-neglected-omega?source=share

You can't just drop that bomb on us. I feels like I should sue u for emotional damage

I very kindly request some fluff with this 🙏🙏

Can i be 🦋 anon? Pretty pretty please

if i got sued for emotional damage each time I fear i’d have to declare bankruptcy 😭 but ne ways, here you go 🦋 anon! <3

The room still smells faintly of a sour, lonely heat, even weeks later. No matter how many times Gaz scrubs the floors or Price washes the sheets (when you are not there yourself, with your own permission because for all that you wanted to just… keep them away, you had no strength or will to clean the room. That was the only inch you were willing to give), the scent lingers- a sharp reminder of everything they let happen.

Everything they let you go through alone.

They’re careful around you now. Slow. Quiet. Desperate not to spook you, not to push you any further away than they already have. But the distance is unbearable. It feels like walking on glass, and no matter how hard they try to reach you, you stay just out of reach.

So they simply try harder.

Price leaves things outside your door- practical, thoughtful things. Your favorite snacks, warm socks, a thermos of tea that stays hot for hours. Quiet gestures that let you know he’s paying attention. Sometimes he sits outside your room, low voice rumbling through the wood as he tells you about his day. Nothing important, just pieces of himself- things he’s never given anyone else.

Soap is softer, but more desperate.

He leaves drawings, slips them under your door like little apologies. Sketches of you smiling, of the pack piled together, happy and whole. There’s always a note attached.

I’m sorry, bonnie.

Please let me fix this.

And then one day, he spots one of them taped to your wall.

It’s small, but it’s something. It’s enough to lighten his heart just a little, giving him a sliver of hope.

Gaz doesn’t say much, but he does.

He cooks for you, warm homemade meals left outside your door. He waits, heart twisting every time the plate is left untouched. But then one morning, the food is gone, and he has to duck into an empty room so no one sees his reaction. He’d been so stressed seeing you thinner than he remembered, not eating as much as you should’ve, but he feels so, so much better when the plates he leaves you are cleared- eaten, and not just picked at.

Ghost doesn’t know how to fix this with words, so he doesn’t try. .

Instead, he sharpens your knives. Fixes the drafty window. Reinforces your bedframe even if all he wants is for you to return to them, to their nest. Leaves a scarf that smells like him. Little things, pieces of himself, pieces of his devotion.

Because even if you never let him close again, he needs you to know

He’s not leaving. He almost doubts himself, lets his fears cloud his judgement, until he sees the scarf around your neck one day.

It’s slow. God, it’s so slow, but they persist and don’t give up. Never even consider it for one precious second, not when it’s you they could lose.

But one night, Price finds you in the kitchen wearing his jacket.

You freeze when you see him, and for a second, he thinks you’ll run.

You stay.

“…It’s late.” You whisper, shuffling your feet. He smells your hesitance, your worries and fears, and hopes the distance he keeps soothes you. The thought of you feeling like that because of him… it leaves the taste of ash coating his throat.

“So it is.”

And yet, you don’t leave. You don’t push him away, or pull back when he slowly walks closer towards you. You just look at him, eyes tired and sad and-

It’s not forgiveness, when you let him gently caress the back of his hand against your cheeks.

But it’s a start.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Malleus Draconia - New Year's Attire Voice Lines

Due to event restrictions, Groovy related lines are locked until the event has been cleared. I will update once these are unlocked. Login line has been captured.

A Happy New Year to you. I bestow upon you a blessing of good fortune for your coming year.

Summon: If anything catches your eye, you would do well to call upon me without any hesitation. Allow this opportunity to pass you by, and there may never come another chance to experience my personal hospitality.

Groovification: --LOCKED--

Home: And so a new year begins.

Home Transition 1: I see that sales have a way of bringing joy to people. Even a shop mired in the bustling chaos can seem like such fun.

Home Transition 2: All this hindering snow need only be melted with a cast of a spell. Is it simply a human propensity to crave manually piling snow on high mounds?

Home Transition 3: I've had my fair share of attire that require much care to wear, but this garb is unlike any other. This is a rare experience, indeed.

Home Transition - Login: Working at the shop is rather taxing. I've become used to waking up in the mornings ever since I enrolled here, however being required to rise even earlier is taking its toll.

Home Transition - Groovy: --LOCKED--

Home Tap 1: While on break, Leech spoke on the proper way to provide customer service. He said it all comes down to changing up the tempo every so often... What sort of tempo should we be operating at while serving customers?

Home Tap 2: I've laid myself down in a snowfield before at the suggestion of an old acquaintance. I found the way it cooled my body down after breathing fire to be especially soothing.

Home Tap 3: The way Howl starts working waiting for instructions is an admirable trait. He could only be bettered by becoming more flexible in his thinking.

Home Tap 4: The products in this shop are beyond fascinating. I saw Viper gingerly returning to the shelves a magical item that even I know not how to use.

Home Tap 5: Is there something on my head? Ah, you simply find my hairstyle different. ...To be quite honest, I still have not grown accustomed to seeing it this way, either..

Home Tap - Groovy: --LOCKED--

Duo: [MALLEUS]: You should simply sit back and watch, Viper. [JAMIL]: It'll be dangerous if you go overboard, Malleus-senpai!

Requested by Anonymous.

[feederprincess]

cw: manipulation

good morning darling,

open up. new year, new you, remember? you said i get to feed you whatever i want for the first three months of the year, if you manage to keep your active lifestyle up during it i will do whatever you want for the rest of the year, and if not…

you are dropping your job and becoming my stay at home boyfriend that i get to spoil every single day 💞

its okay baby, look i brought you your favorite chocolate shake, made with brownies, heavy cream and ice cream. i also made you plenty of bacon pancakes just the way you like them, with extra butter. you have to start the year off strong - don’t bother getting out of bed, let me suck you off while you are eating so you can pass out as soon as you are done <3…

good evening! you slept right through lunch so i made you an entire pot of alfredo with buttery noodles, can i feed it to you? you must be hungry after so long ~ what do you mean you want to go to the gym? you won’t spend all of our first day of the year together? but it would mean so much to me… you could always go to the gym tomorrow instead…

except i will never let you go. manipulating you was so easy, i only had to make you feel guilty whenever you left me alone. all i had to do was keep feeding you fattening meals loaded with empty calories and ice cream shakes to wash them down, all i had to do was suck you off and not let you cum until you fully finished your plates. day after day of this, telling you to go back to the gym tomorrow but it would be a shame to not give my food a try. whenever you even suggested going out to get some exercise in i would tear up asking why i’m not good enough to spend time with - and you, as the good boyfriend you are kept doing everything in your power to make sure i felt loved<33

you started moving less each day, piling on weight extremely quickly and slowly craving fattening foods more and more. you stopped working because i missed you too much when you were out of the house, and instead spent the days inside completely isolated playing games and ordering takeout out of boredom. thanks to my conditioning you began getting hard while eating, and without me there to take care of it for you you found yourself jerking off while shoveling food down your throat, not exactly sure why you were so turned on<3

you stopped being able to pull your pants over your thighs so you began walking around in underwear and a shirt, although by the end of each day you were covered in crumbs. your moobs are pressing against your shirt, being more sensitive each passing day to the point you get randomly aroused simply because they brushed against something - it doesn’t help that i play with them while jerking you off 💞

a couple months after and your belly won’t let you jerk off while sitting down, so instead you have to lay in uncomfortable positions to even reach your buried cock - tongue out trying to catch your breath, while your chubby arms squish against your belly fighting for space… god you are such a helpless food addicted fatty

i tell you that it’s becoming harder to keep your belly out of the way while getting you off, and instead start asking you to get on all fours so you can happily eat while i jerk you off like that - and luckily for me you are too far gone to even consider that it might be humiliating <3

it’s okay baby, we aren’t gonna stop until your belly touches the floor and you can barely stay on all fours. i love you so much 💞

[readychilledwine]

Extramarital Escape pt 3

Summary - Being Nyx's nanny came with many perks. You just didn't expect an affair to be one of them.

Warnings - fxf smut and all the glory that comes with it, mentions of pregnancy bodies (in a good way), paint play, mess play, slightly fluffy, fated mates, slight manipulation, loose editing *if you see a mistake, no you didn't*

A/N - Happy New Year! I only have one more part planned for this, but it is the 3some you all have been waiting for.

✨️Extramarital Escape - Pt 1 Pt 2✨️

✨️Master Masterlist✨️

Feyre was thrilled when you offered to spend the day with her. Rhysand had taken Nyx to Windhaven, showing off the sweet baby illyrian to the camp leaders. He had bragged about it being a statement, something you didn't fully understand, having never left the safety of Velaris. Azriel and Cassian were beaming as you helped Rhysand get Nyx into his little flight carrier, though. They had been beyond excited for the heir’s early morning adventure.

Rhysand had taken a moment alone with you, a soft kiss on your forehead reminding you to be his good girl. And good you had been.

You had woken the High Lady up to breakfast in bed, her favorite casual painting outfit set out and ready for her. Anything Feyre asked for, you handled, giving Nuala and Cerridwen a much deserved day off, and more importantly, leaving you and Feyre home alone.

Perhaps that was why the very air seemed to cackle around you with electricity as you two worked in laying out and flattening a large canvas. She had lesrned of a new abstract painting method, one that involved losely throwing paint on a canvas without a true end goal. “Self expression and emotions,” she had smiled so brightly as she described it to you.

Every so often as you two crawled carefully along the canvas, your hands would brush, sparking nerves and heat through both of you that was well hidden with neutral faces. Feyre wasn't the first female you'd ever found yourself so attracted to, but she was the first who held a magnetic pull over your heart, tugging at ribcage without you even knowing how or why.

“Thank you for helping me,” Feyre broke the silence, hand reaching for yours. “Truly. This is such a huge canvas. It would have taken me hours by myself.”

You could only smile, “Anything for you.”

She didn't miss the flirtatious way that message rolled off your tongue, once again tugging that precious 3 way mating bond to see if you secretly knew. She saw you blinked as she tugged, eyes lighting up when she realized you felt it, just didn't realize what it was. She purposely brushed her hand against yours again, yearning for the contact only Rhysand had been spoiled enough to have.

She didn't resent her husband for having you first, only for sending him the images of you below him, the sounds of you crying out for him, and for kissing her afterwards, only letting her have the lingering faint taste of you instead of the real thing. They had hoped you experiencing him would have been enough to pull you to them naturally, but you were a fighter.

She could remember the shame you'd accidentally sent down the bond, having assumed you were just her husband's mistress. You were more, though. That third missing piece. That last part of the void in their hearts. You didn't know this yet, but Feyre was in love with you. Every freckle, every scar, every inch you criticized in the mirror, she had memorized and sketched into her drawing book that stayed on her bedside table.

Having you so close was becoming torture. The way your hair fell from its braid, strands loose in your face, the way the sun hit your cheekbones, the way it glittered in your hair, you were art. The very muse she had been chasing.

Feyre then made the first move, lacing her fingers into your own and pulling you closer to her, “You smell good.”

You felt your face heat and flush, “Thank - thank you.” Your body reacted to her touch so naturally, fingers lacing into her as your body leaned into her pull. Her scent had mixed with Rhysand's perminately, lilac and sea salt mingling with the lingering scent of the expensive paints she used daily.

A heartbeat.

A breath.

One blink.

And the dam broke.

Feyre was on you, pushing you back and lips crashing onto yours like wave eager to come back home to shore. Both of her soft hands moved to your face as she shut her end of the bond down, refusing to let Rhysand know she had broken their deal of approach you together. Refusing to admit to the weakness she felt around only two fae. Rhysand and you.

Her lips were soft and tasted faintly of the bitter tea and sweet honey you had brought to her before this project started. Her kiss was eager, hungry, aching. Feyre made sure you felt her with each movement. It should have been no surprise. The High Lady found peace in passion. She thrived off expressing it, out of letting passion flow through every movement, and kissing you would be no exception.

Her hands tangled into your hair, the two of you finally fully falling on the canvas, spilling over a near by container of purple paint. As your shirt came off a light blue one fell. Then red as you eagerly removed her soft wool sweater. One by one containers spilled over, medium meeting material as hands began to touch and truly feel soft skin.

Neither of you noticed how covered you were. How could you as she took control, nipping softly on your neck as her kisses moved lower and lower. She bit down on your collarbones, licking over each bite tenderly, murmuring a soft apology into your skin as the bruises began. Her hands held yours at your sides, “Above your head,” her eyes were glossy, drunk on the feeling of having control. “Don't move them unless I say so.” The way you wordlessly obeyed a sigh letting your mouth as you did.

She controlled her pace like her life was in the balance, taking her time to savor you instead of rushing. Each kiss seemed to follow a pattern only she knew. You gasped as her tongue swirled your left nipple before her lips wrapped around it, a hum coming from her at the sounds you were already making. Her hand went to your other breast, dragging along you as it did, covering your skin in a mix of blue and deep green paint. Every movement began to reflect on the canvas as you two slowly became covered in the think material, but she never stopped to care, worshipping your left breast then the right. She didn't want to miss a single in of skin, not when you whimpered in a way that reminded her of music.

She understood how Rhysand had become so addicted to you so quickly. The male you two shared in that rare 3 way mating bond had a love language that was fulfilled through praise. Your sighs, your moans, every noise as she shot waves of pleasure down your spine was praise. She had never been happier as she finally settled between your thighs, forcing your legs apart a little more before only tossing one over a shoulder.

That first lick was fire. The second ice. The third wave heaven. Feyre's control had gone out the window at the taste of you. It was her first time doing this, but she was a natural. She thought back Rhysand between her legs, those silent selfish desires she wanted that went unanswered. She refused to allow that to be you as she licked and sucked at every part of your core.

Her left had had been spared paint, a single finger sliding home inside of you. you felt your walls twitch instantly, “Feyre.” She hummed against you, hazy blue eyes looking up towaras your flushed face. “Please don't stop.”

“Never,” she whispered back. “Never.”

With her tongue and fingers working in time, you felt your stomach tightening, a high you normally had to beg for rushing and just seemed to arrive. Feyre knew your body in her first introduction. She knew your wants, the needs. She hummed around your clit again, a second finger gently pushing in and immediately finding your gspot.

Her pace picked up then, fingers curling up hard, tongue tracing soft half moons over then under your clit over and over teasing you. When that contact came, that first gentle push of that swollen bundle, you fell apart. She didn't stop, knowing what it felt like to finally reach your high and have your partner stop what they were doing instead of easing you back down. She slowed her movements as your walls slowed their spasms before pulling away.

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” she smiled up at you, her voice like cool silks against heated skin.

She moved back up your body, keeping thay raised leg against her chest before settling her own heat against yours.

You were both so wet, the first roll of her hips came with ease. It tested the waters, the two of you holding eye contact to see if the simple act of her core kissing yours was enough.

And Gods it was. She wasted no time setting a pace and watching as your back arched, hands still trapped where she wanted them. You felt every bump of her clit against yours, heard every slick noise. Feyre's moans were harmony to your own. The two of you had fallen into such a sync that you wondered how you had denied yourself this for so long.

Her right hand came to rest on your wrists, her strong abdominal core allowing her to keep that rhythm she had while she leaned down, long blonde hair following around the two of you like a privacy curtain.

To was truly like it was only you and her in the world. There was no one else you could imagine having this with, no other female you've ever want to share a bed, or canvas with. Rhysand was that male for you. Feyre that female.

You flipped her over when you noticed her beginning to struggle, taking over control and spreading her legs to continue the motions she had started.

Feyre had been gorgeous in her pregnancy body, but something about her faded stretch marks, her wider hips, it made your mind spin. No female should have been allowed to be so attractive. Yet, here she was, a mantra falling from her lips of your name as you worked to take her mind from this plane and to the stars.

Your own high was building, “Finish with me,” you commanded, surprised by your own tone. “Show me how good I'm making you feel.” A choked sob of bliss left her throat as your hand found it, squeezing that vital area just enough to give Feyre a rush.

And it happened.

Like the final domino falling, the High Lady of Night came below you, your own orgasm rushing over you like a wave. You forced yourself to focus on her, on that scream, on the curve of her breasts, on the panting of her chest. When you both came back down, you got off of her, pulling her to her side and into another deep kiss.

Her brand new canvas was ruined, signs of what had happened written into every fiber. Mixtures of contrasting and complimenting colors were spread, some areas loosely reflecting your bodies. It was movement. It was passion. It was what Feyre had wanted for this canvas. When you two stood, you were giggling as you looked at it, but Feyre had an unreadable expression, glancing at that drying paint even as she took you to her bathroom to bathe.

Feyre returned to her art room alone once you were asleep, once Rhysand was asleep. She worked meticulously, cutting out the exact piece of canvas she wanted and stretching it over the wooden framing she had picked.

The piece of a sign of the love she held for you, the mating bond burning bright as she smiled one last time at the final product. "Love and paint," the name much different from her realistic pieces to match the different artistry style.

She was going to give it to Rhysand, already smirking as she began to play out every possible way her husband would react.. To you, it was innocent. For her and Rhysand, it would trigger another memory, one you had never been filled in on, and Feyre could not wait to see his face.

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[monster-effer]

Syntribation | Clenched Thighs Save Lives – Sylus x reader

Summary: You have an interesting technique to get off. It is not something you’re ashamed of, but it has caused friction in past relationships. But you’re with Sylus now, how will he handle this part of you? Content: MDNI, suggestive and sexual acts mentioned, hurt (past) and comfort, fluff, Sylus and reader are dating (~900 wc) A/N: This is for the girlies that get off via syntribation! It’s a topic that’s near and dear to my heart and something I have yet to see mentioned in a fanfic. I tried to envision how Sylus would react to a reader confessing that this masturbation method is the only way they get off. There is more dialogue than usual because I am trying to work on improving that skill. Enjoy <3

It’s not that you don’t want to be intimate with Sylus, because you really really do. You just feel too worried to even attempt such a feat due to what it takes to get you off. Your preferred and only way to reach your peak is extremely specific, but nothing else works for you.

You’ve stuck to masturbating this way since you experienced your first orgasm and have had no urge to change.

Until now.

Until him.

Sylus was a breath of fresh air. He was everything you could want in a partner. He was ridiculously tall, gorgeous, witty, protective, and he never misses an opportunity to build up your self-confidence. He was a walking wet dream.

It was painful to avoid his advances because of your insecurity. And lately, the excuses you give to delay the inevitable conversation are starting to make you cringe.

“I’m on my period.” “My stomach hurts.” “I just got a call from work?” “I sense a wanderer nearby!”

Currently, you both were laying on your sides while smooching in Sylus’ massive bed. It was a cozy weekend morning and you two were still in your pajamas. You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his before it could get too heated. Another silly excuse was on the tip of your tongue. But before you could get it out, Sylus interrupted you.

“Kitten…I’ve noticed that you shy away when I attempt to be more intimate with you,” Sylus says slowly.

Sylus is a patient man, but it seems the more time he gave you, the farther you ran from him. He is also an observant man, and he can see and feel how much you enjoy kissing him and having him caress your body. But something is holding you back and he’s going to find out what that is.

Your heart is racing as you sit up, lean against the headboard, and let out a sigh. “Is that so?” you ask as you begin fidgeting with your fingers.

Sylus sits up against the headboard with you and holds one of your hands. “Yes. I would like to know why or if I have done something wrong. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Have you ever heard of syntribation?”

Sylus tilts his head to the side as his eyes are trained on your face. “I can’t say that I have. Care to enlighten me?”

You feel your hands get clammy and your face warms. “Well, syntribation describes how I masturbate. It is the only way I can reach orgasm.”

You take in a shaky breath before continuing. “In simpler terms, I usually clench my thighs and other muscles to reach orgasm.”

You begin to speak faster, forcing the words out. “Which makes it hard for me to orgasm during sex. Past partners have given up trying to pleasure me entirely because it is ‘too difficult.’ And in the end, it left me feeling broken.”

“But I don’t want to feel that way with you Sylus. I’ve avoided everything past kissing and fondling because I’m scared.”

The silence in his bedroom is LOUD and you begin to worry that you overshared. Before you can conjure up another excuse to flee you feel Sylus let go of your hand and take a gentle yet firm hold of your chin. His hold directs your eyes back up to his and you see a tender smile on his face and lust darkened eyes.

“Kitten, this is what has been holding you back? You have nothing to be afraid of.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” you ask in a hushed voice.

“Not at all,” he says simply. He lets go of your chin now that your eyes are focused on him.

“In fact, I would love a demonstration of this syntribation. I have so much to learn.”

You feel the familiar, fearful heaviness in your stomach at his suggestion. “You don’t need to do that!” you blurt out.

“No kitten, I insist. I already have a few ideas that I want to try with you, but I need to do my research first,” he smirks at you before pulling you onto his lap and your head down for a kiss. Both of his large hands rest on the sides of your face as your lips meet.

You wrap your arms around his lower back and eagerly press your lips against his. A soft moan leaves you as you feel your bottom lip being sucked into Sylus’ mouth. And you feel yourself soften onto his tongue.

Kissing Sylus is always a sensual experience but today feels unique. Like he can’t get enough of you.

As you continue to kiss, you feel his tongue brush against the seam of your lips and you open them for him. His warm tongue caresses yours as he begins to explore your soft mouth.

You melt further into the kiss and curl your tongue around his. Sylus pushes you back slightly so he can trail his hands down your body, to rest on your hips. Your breath hitches when you feel your breast bounce as you’re jerked backwards.

You maintain eye contact with him as you lean in towards him and place your left hand against the headboard. Your right hand slips behind his head so you can thread your fingers through his white, silky hair before firmly pressing your lips back against his.

Sylus uses his hold on your hips to press you down and rock you gently against his hard cock that you can clearly feel through his thin pajama pants. You whimper into his mouth as you pull away, this time for a new reason.

With a mischievous smile on your face you ask, “Are you ready to start researching now?”

[wosoloml]

Coincidencde [Zufall]

lena oberdorf x catley!reader

a/n: omg hii. this is my first time writing something. englisch is not my first language. i hope you enjoy it <3 ps. its in a setting where lena isnt injured

wc: 1,6k

warnings: flirting, fluff

"It's really cold here in Germany, isn't it?" I said to my mum, while wearing my big sister's name on the back of my Matildas jersey. She agreed with me by nodding, but she was so focused on Steph that she didn’t even recognize me.

A few weeks ago, they confirmed that Germany would be playing against us in the last friendly matches of 2024. Normally, Steph wouldn’t invite us to away games because she’s always worried she’s a burden to us, even though we always put our hearts into supporting her.

Since the Tillies' training camp for this year's friendly matches is in Switzerland, traveling with Steph to the game in Duisburg, Germany, was surprisingly convenient.

I haven't seen much of Germany so far, just a few glimpses during our morning walk through the city today.

Steph had warned us about the freezing European weather, but I foolishly didn’t take her advice seriously. Now I’m shivering like an ice cube, wearing nothing but the away jersey with the number seven on the back and a thin raincoat.

As the game went on, I noticed a rather rough and aggressive player from the opposing team. I didn’t know her name, but I caught sight of the number eight on her jersey. She had caught my eye a few months ago when Arsenal played Wolfsburg in the Champions League. Back then, she was very physical, especially against McCabe. I admired her passion on the pitch and the way she protected her teammates at all costs.

"Hey, Y/N!" I heard Steph call my name loudly through the tunnel as I walked toward her.

I looked at her with a big smile. "Another win! I’m so proud of you."

She thanked me by pulling me into a big, warm hug. "I’m so glad you made it to the game. It was fun playing in front of my little pest."

I just giggled and rolled my eyes at the nickname she had given Kyra and me a few years ago. Kyra and I have grown really close since she joined the senior teams for Australia and Arsenal. Steph always complains about having two annoying sisters now.

-

"I'm heading to the shower real quick to grab my stuff. Can you wait here for me? I'll be back soon so we can drive home together," Steph said, looking into my eyes while patiently waiting for my reply.

"Yeah, but hurry up, I'm cold," I responded as she turned around and headed back to the changing room.

I was too curious to just stay where Steph had left me, so I started walking around—maybe, just maybe—hoping to catch a glimpse of Germany’s number eight. For once, life seemed to be on my side.

Lena was just about to head inside for a tactical talk when she spotted me. Surprised to see someone standing in the corridor, she approached, assuming I was a fan.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

I flinched at the sound of a voice behind me. I felt caught and out of place, wandering around where only players were usually allowed.

I noticed Lena waiting patiently for an answer as I stammered, "Uh, yes, just waiting for someone."

Lena raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by my response. It was obvious I wasn’t sure what to say, and she could tell I didn’t belong there.

"I see," she said, offering a small smile. "Who...are you waiting for, if I may ask?"

"I'm waiting for my sister. She's in the changing room now, but she’ll be back soon. She asked me to wait for her here," I said, babbling nervously, realizing I might be talking too much.

As I took a closer look at her face, I realized it—Germany’s number eight was standing in front of me. And on top of that, she was talking to me.

She looked good from a distance, but now, face to face, I was too stunned to take in how breathtakingly gorgeous she was. Crap. She was smirking at me. I was definitely staring.

Lena couldn’t help but be amused at my awkwardness. She thought it was kind of cute. Leaning against the wall, she crossed her arms and gave me an appraising look.

“Your sister, huh? Who is she, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She clearly suspected I knew who she was, and I could see a flicker of smugness in her smirk as my eyes darted away from hers.

"She’s playing for Australia. Steph Catley. I’m Y/N Catley, by the way," I said, aware of the smirk she was holding back after noticing my own lingering gaze.

Lena’s eyes widened slightly in recognition, and she let out a small laugh, clearly amused.

"Oh, really? So you’re the sister of one of my opponents, huh? That makes things...interesting."

I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly I felt bold enough to reply cheekily.

"Interesting? Which things, huh?" I crossed my arms and leaned against the nearest wall, aware of her eyes scanning me. "I hope you like what you see," I added before she had a chance to respond.

Lena was momentarily surprised by my boldness but quickly recovered, her smirk growing wider.

"Oh, I do like what I see," she replied, stepping closer.

She looked into my eyes and added softly, "Very much, actually."

My mouth went dry. She was even prettier up close. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and I could feel myself getting lost in them.

Noticing my flustered state, Lena took another step forward, closing the gap between us. Her voice dropped to a sultry tone.

"You know...I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed you in the stands during the game."

My cheeks flushed. "Wait. Really? How?" I asked, shocked and shy, never thinking she’d notice me too.

Lena chuckled. "You’re not exactly hard to spot, you know. I’m surprised you didn’t notice me noticing you."

She took another step closer, her body now only inches from mine.

"You’re pretty hard to take my eyes off of," she said softly, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. My skin tingled where her fingers brushed against me.

As I opened my mouth to reply, I heard someone shouting my name.

"Y/N??"

"Y/N CATLEY, WHERE ARE YOU??"

Lena stepped back slightly as the shouting grew louder, though her gaze never left mine.

“Sounds like your sister is looking for you,” she murmured, amused.

"Y/N, there you are—what are you doing here...with her?" Steph asked, her eyes widening as she noticed who was standing in front of me.

Lena laughed lightly, giving Steph a charming smile.

“Ah, so this is your sister,” she said, glancing between Steph and me. “We were just having a friendly chat. What’s wrong with that?”

Steph rolled her eyes, clearly not in the mood to deal with Lena’s provocations or that smug smile. "Come on, Y/N. We’re leaving," she said, grabbing my arm.

As Steph pulled me away, I managed to lean in and whisper to Lena, "Text me on Instagram, pretty."

Later, lying on my bed and listening to Troye Sivan, my phone buzzed.

‘lena_oberdorf started following you’

‘lena_oberdorf wants to send you a message’

[hanniewho]

⋆˚࿔ Vivid Dreams𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆˚࿔ Summary: You told your roommate about your vivid dreams, but now you don't think it's a dream anymore.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Notes: I'm sorry for not posting for a few days. I got caught up with my graphic design project, and I had to walk around the city to take pictures, and my feet are killing me. I'll answer some of you guys' request ASAP 🙏

𐙚˙✧˖° Words: 6.0k

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ Warnings: Noncon, Creampie, Overstimulating, Fingering, Degrading, Name calling (slut), P in V, Squirting, Slapping, Slight choking in you squint, Manipulation, Telling her that you love her as she fuck you w/o your consent, Porn mentioned, Spitting. (Lmk if I miss anything :3)

⋆✦ Pairings:Pitfighter g!p Vi x Afab reader and a bit of jinx(your roomie)

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

"You know, I've had the strangest dream again," you murmured, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Your roommate, Jinx, barely glanced up from her book, a non-committal "Mm-hmm" her only response as she flipped a page.

"It's always the same, you know? This...this woman with the most piercing eyes I've ever seen. She's powerful, dangerous even. And she keeps telling me things I don't understand." You paused, watching Jinx's reaction, hoping for something, anything that suggested she was actually listening. But her gaze remained glued to the book in front of her.

"Jinx, are you even listening to me?" you sighed, a hint of frustration tinting your voice.

Your roommate, Jinx, looked up from her book with a sheepish grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a sec. What were you saying?"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but return the smile. "It's fine," you said, standing up from your bed. "It's probably just my mind playing tricks on me anyway." You walked over to the small kitchenette and began rummaging through the cabinets for a snack to curb the early morning hunger pangs. The apartment was silent except for the faint rustle of pages turning as Jinx went back to her book.

As you pulled out a box of crackers, she looked up, suddenly alert. "Oh, uh, hey, have you had someone over last night?" she asked, her tone casual but the curiosity in her eyes unmistakable.

You froze mid-reach, crackers in hand, and turned to face her. "What? No, why?"

Jinx's cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of red as she hastily closed her book. "Well, uh, it's going to be awkward, but last night when I was fixing my gun, I heard some... sounds coming from your room." She paused, searching for the right words, then blurted out, "It sounded like you were having sex, or I- ARE YOU WATCHING PORN?" The accusation hung in the air, awkwardness thickening like smoke in a closed room.

You stared at her, crackers forgotten in your hand. "What? No, I was just sleeping!" you protested, feeling your own cheeks grow hot. "What makes you think that?"

Jinx bit her lip, her eyes narrowing as she studied you. "Well, it's not every night I hear someone going 'plap, plap, plap' in there," she said, mimicking the sound with a teasing smirk. "It's like someone's slapping a fish around or something."

You furrowed your brows, utterly confused by her accusation. "Jinx, I was alone. I swear," you said, your voice firm. "It's probably just the pipes or something." But even as you said it, doubt began to creep in. The dream had felt so real, so vivid. Could it be more than just your subconscious playing tricks on you?

Jinx's smirk faltered, and she leaned back in her chair, eyeing you skeptically. "You sure?" she pressed, her curiosity not quite satisfied.

You nodded, setting the crackers on the counter. "Positive," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "I was just sleeping." But the memory of the dream washed over you again, the feeling of fullness and the sound of your own voice crying out in pleasure echoing in your mind. It had been so intense, so real, that you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than just a vivid fantasy.

Jinx leaned back in her chair, her curiosity piqued. She tapped her chin with a finger, her eyes drifting off into the distance as if piecing together a puzzle. "So, about your dreams," she began, pausing to gauge your reaction. "What really happened?"

You turned to face her, the memory of the dream still lingering in your mind. The woman from your dream, her eyes so intense and filled with passion, had felt so real. "It's nothing," you replied, trying to brush it off, but your voice betrayed you, shaky and uncertain.

Jinx's eyes searched yours, and she leaned forward, placing her book aside. "Look, if something's going on, you can tell me," she said gently. "You know I'm not going to judge."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the secret pressing down on you. "It's just...it's so weird. In the dream, she was...doing things to me," you admitted, your voice dropping to a whisper. "And it didn't feel wrong, or scary. It just felt...good."

Jinx's gaze softened, and she reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. Dreams are just that - dreams," she assured you, her voice soothing. "But if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you."

You took a deep breath, weighing your options. You hadn't told anyone about the dreams, not even your closest friends. But there was something about Jinx that made you feel like you could trust her with the darkest of your secrets. So, you decided to take a risk and opened up. You recounted the dream in detail, the way the mysterious woman had taken you in her arms, the sound of her breath against your neck, the feeling of her hips grinding against yours. Jinx's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't interrupt, just nodded along, listening intently.

When you finished, you felt both relieved and embarrassed. You avoided eye contact, focusing instead on the crackers you hadn't realized you were still holding. "It's just so... intense," you murmured, fidgeting with the box. "I don't even know who she is, and yet she's all I can think about."

Jinx was quiet for a moment, processing your words. Then she leaned in, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, what does she look like?" she asked, a playful lilt to her voice.

You described the woman from your dream: her short, spiky hair, the muscular physique that spoke of strength and agility, and the piercing gaze that had you feeling both vulnerable and safe. As you talked, Jinx's expression grew thoughtful. "Hmm," she murmured, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "I might know someone who fits that description."

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through you, and you turned to face her fully. "What? Who?"

Jinx's grin grew wider as she leaned back in her chair. "My sister," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Vi. She's got that same look in her eyes when she's... concentrating. And she's definitely got the moves."

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Vi. The woman from your dreams had the same name as Jinx's sister? It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? "Vi?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Your sister?"

Jinx nodded, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yeah, you know, the one who's always breaking down doors and causing a ruckus?"

You felt your cheeks flush hotter. "I-I don't know what to say."

Jinx leaned forward, her grin morphing into a smug smirk. "Well, if you're that interested, I might be able to arrange a meeting."

You stared at her, your heart racing. "What? No, I didn't mean..." You trailed off, your thoughts tangling in a mess of excitement and anxiety. "It's just that the dreams are so intense," you protested weakly.

Jinx's smirk grew knowing. "Intense, huh?" she said, her tone teasing. "Well, if you're ever curious about the real deal, you know where to find her. But maybe you should tell her you're a fan first."

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. "I don't know if I could handle that. Besides, it's just a dream," you said, trying to convince yourself more than anything. But the way Jinx's eyes gleamed with mischief had you wondering if there was more to the story.

Jinx shrugged, picking her book back up. "Suit yourself," she said, her tone light. "But if you ever change your mind, just let me know."

The rest of the day was a blur. You couldn't concentrate on your classes or your studies, your mind a tumult of thoughts and sensations from the dream. Was it possible that Vi, the woman from your dreams, was actually Jinx's sister? And if so, what did that mean? Was your subconscious playing a cruel trick on you, or was there some deeper connection at play?

That evening, as you lay in bed trying to fall asleep, the memory of Vi's powerful embrace consumed you. You felt the ache between your legs, the same ache that had been present every time you woke up from the dream. It was maddening, and yet you couldn't ignore it. The desire grew stronger, and before you knew it, your hand was moving under the covers, exploring the wetness that had gathered there.

You opened your eyes to the darkness of your room, the sound of your own breathing echoing in your ears. The dream had been so vivid, you could almost feel the weight of Vi's body on top of you, her strong thighs pressing into yours as she moved in a rhythm that was both fierce and tender. The sensation grew more intense with each passing moment, your hips bucking against the pressure of your hand.

Suddenly, the room was flooded with light, and you gasped as the figure from your dreams leaned down and kissed you hard. "Oh fuck, you're awake," she murmured against your lips, her voice a gruff whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. It was Vi, just as you had imagined, her short hair a wild mess around her face, her eyes glinting with a mix of surprise and desire.

You stared up at her, heart pounding in your chest. This couldn't be real, could it? You tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but all that came out was a strangled sound. Vi pulled back, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "You okay?" she asked, her voice softer now.

You nodded, still unable to form coherent words. She was really here, in your room, her body pressing down on yours, her cock still inside you. You felt a mix of fear and excitement, unsure how to react.

Vi studied you for a moment before a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. "I see," she murmured, her eyes darkening. "You liked it, didn't you?"

Your body seemed to respond of its own accord, your hips moving slightly, the friction of her cock still buried inside you sending waves of pleasure through your body. You couldn't deny it, not with the evidence of your own arousal so clear. "I-I don't know," you stuttered, but the words lacked conviction.

Vi leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "Lie to me again, and I'll make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow," she whispered, a hint of a threat in her voice that only served to excite you further. Her hand slid down your body, cupping your ass and squeezing gently. You gasped, your eyes widening with surprise.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks - this wasn't a dream. This was really happening. You felt the weight of her body pressing down on you, the solidity of her cock still embedded deep inside you. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air, and you could feel your own wetness mixing with hers.

Vi took your silence as consent, her smile growing more wicked. "Good," she murmured, and began to move again, her hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as she filled you up, the sensation of being claimed by someone so strong and dominant overwhelming.

Her hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and crevice with a hunger that was palpable. Each touch sent sparks of electricity through your nerves, making you squirm and gasp beneath her. You felt vulnerable and exposed, but instead of fear, a heady mix of desire and excitement took over.

Vi's eyes bore into yours, the intensity of her gaze stealing your breath away. "You're so fucking beautiful," she murmured, her voice a gravelly growl that resonated deep within you. The way she said it, it didn't feel like a lie or a line; it felt like a truth she had discovered and couldn't help but voice.

Your body responded to her words, your muscles tightening around her cock. She groaned, her grip on your hips tightening as she pushed deeper, her movements becoming more urgent. You felt a thrill of power, knowing that you had this effect on her, this powerful, almost mythic figure from your dreams.

Her hand slid up your body to cup your breast, her thumb flicking over your nipple. You arched into the touch, the pleasure shooting straight to your core. Vi's eyes never left yours, watching your every reaction with a hunger that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

As she picked up the pace, you felt your orgasm building, the pressure growing with each thrust. You bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming, the intensity of the sensations threatening to overwhelm you. You could feel her own need, the tension in her body as she held back, drawing out the moment.

Your hands clutched at the bedsheets, your nails digging into the fabric as you tried to anchor yourself to reality. But it was no use; you were lost in the haze of pleasure that Vi was creating. Her movements grew more erratic, her breathing ragged as she approached her climax.

You felt your own orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in your stomach. You didn't know if you could handle this, didn't know if you wanted to. But your body had a mind of its own, responding to her touch like it had been starved for it.

Her hand slid down to the juncture of your thighs, her fingers finding your clit and beginning to rub it in a rhythm that matched the pounding of her cock. You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure grew too intense to bear. You could feel your muscles clench around her, desperately trying to hold onto the sensation, to keep her inside you forever.

Vi's movements grew more frenzied, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck," she muttered, her voice strained. "You're so tight, so wet." The words only served to fuel your desire, and you found yourself bucking your hips up to meet her thrusts, your body begging for more.

The sound of your skin slapping against hers filled the room, a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to resonate in your very bones. You could feel your orgasm approaching, a storm of sensation building inside you, ready to break.

Vi's hand on your clit was like a masterful conductor, guiding you closer and closer to the edge. Each stroke was precise, each touch a masterpiece of pleasure that had your toes curling and your back arching. Her teeth grazed your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and you knew you were moments away from the most powerful climax of your life.

Your body tensed, muscles coiling like a spring ready to release. With one final, deep thrust, Vi sent you over the edge, and you screamed out her name, the sound muffled by the pillow you had shoved into your mouth to stifle the noise. The pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing around her, clenching her cock like a vice.

Vi's own orgasm followed closely behind, her hips bucking wildly as she filled you with her release. You could feel the heat of her seed inside you, a strange, primal sensation that only added to the intensity of the moment. Her breathing was harsh and ragged in your ear, and you realized with a start that she was whispering your name, her voice filled with a raw emotion that didn't quite match the cold, calculating demeanor she usually had.

As your body began to relax, she leaned back, her eyes never leaving yours. With a sudden movement, she pulled out of you, making you gasp with the sudden emptiness. Before you could react, she brought her hand down in a harsh slap across your pussy, the sound echoing in the silent room. Your eyes snapped open, and you jolted at the unexpected pain and pleasure that shot through you.

Vi smirked, watching the shock play out across your face. "You liked that, didn't you?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Her hand hovered over your sensitive flesh, and you held your breath, waiting for the next slap. "I said, did you like it?" she pressed, her voice low and demanding.

You nodded, unable to form the words. The sting of her hand had sent a jolt of pleasure through you that was almost unbearable. You felt your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

"So, you liked that, huh?" Vi's smirk grew wider as she watched you squirm beneath her. She slapped your pussy once more, this time a bit harder, and you gasped aloud. "You're going to get used to this," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "Being used like a cumdump by a girl you never even knew existed."

Your eyes watered from the pain, but the ache between your legs grew stronger. You felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, knowing that she had taken you without your consent but finding yourself desperate for more. "Vi," you whimpered, not knowing what else to say.

"That's right," she said, her voice low and smoky. "Call me by name, let me know who owns you now." Her hand moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up to look at her. "Open your mouth, pretty girl," she ordered, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement.

You obeyed, your mouth opening slightly, unsure of what was to come. Vi leaned down, her spit glistening in the soft light of the moon filtering through the curtains. With a flick of her tongue, she sent a wad of saliva into your mouth, watching as you closed your lips around it. The taste was surprisingly warm, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Swallow," she demanded, her grip on your chin firm. You did as you were told, the act strangely intimate and degrading all at once. Her saliva slid down your throat, leaving a trail of wetness that seemed to echo the wetness between your legs. Vi's eyes never left yours, her gaze a mix of challenge and triumph.

The reality of what had just happened began to sink in. You had been taken by your roommate's sister, a woman you had only ever dreamt about, while you were unconscious. It was a violation, a betrayal, and yet your body sang with satisfaction. You were torn between anger and a desperate need for more.

Vi leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. "You want me to stop?" she whispered, her voice a dark caress. You hesitated, the words on the tip of your tongue, but the truth was that you didn't. You were scared, yes, but also unbearably turned on. You bit your lip and shook your head, and Vi's grip tightened. "Good," she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

With that, she slammed back into you, her cock filling you completely. You couldn't help but moan, the feeling of being stretched to your limits sending shivers down your spine. Your nails dug into the bedsheets as she began to fuck you with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and lust. You had never experienced anything like this before, and yet you found yourself craving it, your body moving in time with hers as if you had been doing this for years. You felt like a ragdoll in her powerful grip, utterly at her mercy.

Vi's hips ground into you, her movements unrelenting as she claimed your body over and over again. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your core, making your toes curl and your breath hitch in your throat. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to process the sensations, but all you could do was feel. Feel her, inside you, dominating you.

Her hand found your throat, her thumb pressing against your pulse. "Look at me," she whispered, her voice a hoarse demand. You opened your eyes, meeting her intense gaze as she continued to fuck you, her thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles against your skin. The intimacy of the gesture was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the roughness of her movements.

The pleasure grew, a crescendo of sensation that you couldn't fight. You felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, and you whimpered, your body desperately seeking release. Vi's eyes never left yours as she drove you closer to the edge, her own breathing growing heavier, her strokes more erratic.

Her thumb pressed harder against your throat, and the sudden rush of fear only heightened the pleasure. You could feel your heart racing, your body responding to the mix of pain and pleasure in a way that was almost primal. "Beg for it," she growled, her voice thick with need. "Tell me you want it."

Your voice was hoarse from the gag of pleasure, but you managed to force out the words. "Please," you whimpered, "I want it."

Vi's grin grew wider, the power in her gaze never wavering. "Good girl," she purred, her hand tightening around your neck, the pressure just shy of painful. "You're going to come for me now."

Her words were a command, and your body obeyed. You felt the orgasm crest over you like a wave, your muscles clenching around her cock as you were consumed by the most intense pleasure you had ever felt. Your eyes rolled back in your head, a keening cry escaping your lips as you shuddered beneath her, the sensation of her thumb on your throat only amplifying the intensity.

As the climax washed over you, you felt a sudden gush of wetness, your body squirting out a warm jet that soaked the bedsheets and made Vi gasp in surprise. She stilled for a moment, her eyes going wide before a grin of pure satisfaction spread across her face. "Fuck," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You really are something else."

You lay there, panting and trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure still rolling through you. Vi leaned down, her breath warm against your neck, and whispered, "I'm not done with you yet." Her teeth grazed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hand left your throat and slid down to your clit, her fingers beginning to rub it in a slow, teasing circle.

You moaned, your body already responding despite the fear and confusion clouding your mind. "No," you managed to gasp out, pushing feebly at her chest. "It's too much, I can't..."

Vi just chuckled, the sound low and dark. "You think I care?" she murmured, her eyes glinting with a sadistic excitement. She slapped your pussy again, harder this time. "I didn't ask if you could take it," she said, her voice a harsh whisper. "I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied, and you're going to take it all."

You whimpered, your body already beginning to respond to the mix of pain and pleasure. It was wrong, you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help the way your hips lifted to meet her hand, the way your breath hitched in anticipation of the next blow.

Vi's grin grew, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's it," she murmured, her voice a dark purr. "You're going to be such a good little slut for me." She slapped you again, the pain making your vision swim before pleasure flooded your senses, your body arching off the bed.

Her fingers slid back inside you, pumping in and out with a rhythm that was relentless and punishing. You could feel her knuckles brushing against your clit with each thrust, sending sparks of sensation shooting through your body. You moaned, the sound muffled by the pillow still pressed to your face.

As the pleasure mounted, you felt something inside you snap. The words you had held back for so long, the words you never thought you'd say to someone like Vi, tumbled out of your mouth. "I love you," you whimpered, the confession weak and pathetic.

Vi's movements stuttered, her eyes widening with shock. For a brief moment, she seemed to freeze above you, the hand that had been so brutally claiming you going still. Then, she leaned down, her voice a low rumble. "What did you say?"

You repeated the words, your voice stronger now, though still a whisper. "I love you, Vi." It was the truth, and you didn't know why it was, but it was as clear to you as the moon outside your window. The woman who had just violated you in the most intimate way possible had somehow stolen your heart in the process.

Vi's expression softened, her eyes searching yours for a sign of deception. But all she found was raw, desperate need. Her hand stilled on your clit, her cock still buried inside you. "You don't know what you're saying," she murmured, though there was something in her tone that suggested she wasn't entirely convinced.

You shook your head, the tears of pleasure blurring your vision. "I do," you insisted, your voice a broken whisper. "I love you, Vi. I don't know why, but I do."

Vi stared at you for a moment longer, her eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt or fear. But all she saw was the truth of your words, reflected back at her in your glassy gaze. With a groan that was almost a growl, she leaned down and claimed your mouth with hers, her kiss brutal and possessive.

Her tongue invaded your mouth, tasting the sweetness of your submission as she began to fuck you once more. Each stroke was deep and hard, a declaration of ownership that resonated through your very soul. You moaned into the kiss, your body responding eagerly to her touch.

Vi's hand slid down to cup your ass, lifting you up to meet her thrusts. The angle was perfect, sending her cock deeper with each powerful push. You felt the head of her cock brush against your g-spot, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head. "Mine," she growled against your lips, claiming you in every way possible.

Your legs wrapped around her waist, holding her tight as she ravaged you. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and her grunts of effort. It was a symphony of lust and dominance that you never wanted to end.

You gripped the headboard tightly, the wood digging into your palms as you tried to hold on to something, anything, in the face of the overwhelming pleasure. Each time she drove into you, you felt like you were being split apart, only to be put back together with a new piece of her embedded deep within you.

Her hand left your ass to wrap around your throat again, the pressure increasing slightly as she pulled back, only to slam into you with even more force. You could feel her getting closer to her own release, her body tensing and her breathing growing ragged.

With a whine of desperation, you reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from your throat and instead guiding it to your chest. You needed more, something to anchor you to the world as your body was lost in the maelstrom of pleasure she was creating.

Vi's hand complied, cupping one of your breasts roughly. You moaned into her mouth, feeling her palm against your sensitive flesh, the calloused pads of her fingers grazing your nipple. The feeling was almost too much, your body already on the edge of another orgasm.

With a growl, she broke the kiss, moving her mouth down to your neck. She bit down, hard enough to leave a bruise, and you couldn't help the whine that escaped your throat. She soothed the sting with a flick of her tongue, her teeth scraping against your skin as she moved to your collarbone.

Her hand squeezed your breast, her thumb flicking your nipple in a way that sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You felt the pressure building again, your body responding to her every touch, her every move. It was like you were a marionette, and she held all the strings.

Vi's rhythm grew more erratic, her breathing harsher, and you knew she was close. You tightened your legs around her, pulling her deeper, silently begging for her to let go. You felt the head of her cock pulse inside you, and the pressure was too much to bear. With a scream that was muffled by the pillow, you came again, your body shaking with the force of it.

This time, the orgasm was accompanied by a gush of wetness that soaked the bed and spattered her face. Vi chuckled darkly, her hand coming down to pat your pussy gently as if she were praising a pet that had performed a trick. The sensation was strange, almost tender amidst the harshness of her fucking, and you squirted again, the warm liquid hitting her cheek and mixing with the sweat already there.

Vi's strokes grew harder, more demanding, as she neared her own climax. You could feel her cock swelling inside you, her hips slamming into yours with a force that was almost painful. Your eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure grew too intense to handle, your teeth digging into the pillow to keep from screaming.

Suddenly, she pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and exposed. You looked up to see her stroking her cock, her eyes never leaving yours. "You want me to cum inside you?" she asked, her voice a mix of challenge and temptation.

You nodded, unable to find the words to answer. Your body was on fire with need, and the idea of feeling her fill you up was almost too much to bear. Vi's eyes narrowed, and she leaned back in, lining herself up with your entrance. With one final, powerful thrust, she sank back into you, her cock pulsing as she reached her climax.

You felt the warmth of her release flood you, filling you completely. It was a strange feeling, one that was both humiliating and thrilling. Your body was no longer your own; it was hers to use and abuse as she saw fit. And as she emptied herself into you, you realized that you had never felt more alive.

Vi pulled out slowly, her cock leaving you with a wet pop. You felt the emptiness keenly, your body already missing the feeling of being filled by her. She sat back on her haunches, her chest heaving, and looked down at you with a smirk. "You're mine now," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Before you could react, she leaned down, her hand moving between your legs. You felt a finger slide into your pussy, and then she was scooping out the cum that had leaked out, her gaze never leaving yours. The act was strangely intimate, a claiming of your body's response to her. She brought her hand up to her mouth, her eyes never breaking contact as she licked the cum from her finger with a slow, deliberate motion.

"You taste so sweet," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to have more." The words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. You had no idea what she had planned for you, but you knew it would be intense.

You looked up at her, trying to gather the strength to protest. "Vi, please," you gasped, your voice weak and trembling. "I can't take any more."

But Vi just smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. She leaned down, her face inches from yours, and began to pepper your cheeks with gentle kisses. Each one was like a butterfly's touch, light and feathery, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking she had just given you. She kissed your eyelids, your nose, the tip of your chin, her lips moving with a tenderness that was almost tender.

Her hand continued to play with your sensitive folds, her thumb circling your clit lazily. "You're so beautiful when you come," she whispered, her voice a soft caress. "I could watch you all night."

The gentle touch was too much, your body already overwhelmed with sensation. "Please," you begged, not sure what you were asking for. Whether you wanted her to stop or keep going, your words hung in the air, a silent plea for mercy.

Vi's eyes searched yours, the smirk slowly fading into something softer. She leaned closer, her thumb still circling your clit with a maddening gentleness. "Can I- can I kiss you?" you asked, the question barely a whisper.

For a moment, she seemed surprised, the tenderness in your voice reaching something deep within her. Her hand stilled, and she looked at you, really looked at you. Then, with a nod, she leaned in, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that was gentle and searching. It was a stark contrast to the brutality of the past moments, a kiss that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken promises and dark secrets.

Your body responded instinctively, your arms wrapping around her neck, pulling her closer. You tasted the salt of her sweat, the tang of your own arousal on her mouth. It was a heady mix that only served to heighten your need for her. Vi's hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, her fingers threading through your hair as she deepened the kiss.

For a moment, you forgot about the pain, the fear, the confusion. There was only the two of you, lost in a passion that seemed to burn brighter than the sun. Your bodies melded together, moving in a silent dance that spoke of a connection that went deeper than just flesh and bone.

Vi's thumb began to move again, her gentle strokes sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You moaned into the kiss, your hips lifting to meet her hand. She broke away, her breath hot against your cheek as she whispered, "Do you want more?"

You shake your head, "I really can't." Your voice was barely audible, a soft protest against the onslaught of desire that was consuming you. But Vi was insistent, her hand moving faster, her eyes never leaving yours. "You can," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You're stronger than you think."

Your breathing grew more ragged, your chest heaving as you struggled for air. The room felt like it was spinning, the pressure building inside you like a volcano ready to erupt. You could feel the blood rushing to your head, the world going dark around the edges. "Vi," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea. "I'm gonna pass out."

But she just chuckled, her eyes never leaving yours. "Not yet," she murmured, her thumb moving even faster. "I want to watch you come one more time."

Your body was on the edge, teetering between agony and ecstasy. You couldn't take it anymore, but somehow, you also couldn't get enough. Vi's thumb was a brand on your clit, her hand moving with a precision that seemed to know every secret of your body. You felt the pressure building again, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

"Come for me," she whispered, her voice a dark caress. "Come for me, my little slut." The words sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your core, and with a scream that you didn't recognize as your own, you did. Your body arched off the bed, your back bowing as the orgasm hit you like a freight train.

You felt yourself tightening around her hand, your pussy clenching and pulsing as you spasmed beneath her. Vi's eyes were alight with triumph and hunger, watching the show she had orchestrated with a greed that was almost palpable. She didn't stop, her thumb still working your clit as you rode the waves of pleasure.

The orgasm was unlike anything you had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. Your toes curled and your nails dug into the bed, the fabric tearing beneath your grip. The room was a blur of sensation, your thoughts scattered to the four winds as you lost yourself in the feeling of her hand on you.

Vi's thumb didn't relent, the steady rhythm keeping you on the edge of the cliff, unable to pull back from the precipice. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as she pushed you further than you had ever gone. "Vi," you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea. "Please, I can't."

But she just grinned, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "You can," she whispered, her breath hot against your cheek. "You're going to come for me until I say stop."

Your eyes rolled back in your head, the world going fuzzy around the edges. You couldn't take much more of this, you were sure of it. Each stroke of her thumb was a brand, a mark of ownership that seared into your very soul. But as much as your body protested, it also craved more. The pleasure was an addiction, and Vi was your dealer.

Her hand was relentless, the strokes coming faster now, the pressure increasing until you thought you might shatter. You felt another orgasm building, a monster in the depths of your core that threatened to consume you. "No," you moaned, your voice weak and trembling. "Please, no more."

But Vi wasn't listening, her eyes locked onto yours, her expression one of pure, unbridled lust. She leaned down, her mouth capturing yours in a kiss that was almost gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness of her hand. You could feel her smile against your lips, the warmth of her breath mingling with your own.

The pressure built, your body a tight coil of pleasure and pain. You felt yourself slipping away, the edges of your vision going dark. "Vi," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I can't..."

But she was unrelenting, her hand moving faster, her thumb a blur against your clit. You felt yourself falling, the world around you fading into a sea of sensation. You tried to hold on, to keep your eyes open, but it was like trying to grasp at water. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, dragging you under and leaving you gasping for air.

As the pleasure consumed you, your vision went dark, the room spinning out of control. You felt yourself slipping away, the last of your strength leaving you. Your body went limp, the tension draining from your muscles as the world grew quiet. The only thing you could hear was the distant sound of your own ragged breathing.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the uncomfortable weight of your clothes. You were fully dressed, your pajamas sticking to your sweat-soaked skin. The bedsheets beneath you were new and clean, the smell of fresh laundry filling your nose. For a moment, you wondered if it had all been a dream, a twisted nightmare that had felt all too real. But then you felt the ache between your legs, the sticky mess that was a testament to what had just transpired.

With a groan, you pushed yourself up, your muscles protesting the sudden movement. Your body was sore, a delicious reminder of the relentless pleasure Vi had wrung from you. The room was quiet, the only sound the distant echo of the city outside your window. You knew you had to face the music, had to tell Jinx what had happened. So, you took a deep breath and slowly slid off the bed.

Your legs wobbled, threatening to give out beneath you, but you managed to stay upright. Each step towards the door was a battle, your body still pulsing with the aftermath of your encounter. You didn't bother to smooth your hair or straighten your clothes; you knew that your disheveled state would be the first clue that something was amiss.

As you opened the door, the cool air of the corridor hit you like a slap in the face, jolting you fully awake. You stumbled into the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. Your heart was racing, your thoughts a chaotic jumble of lust, fear, and confusion. You had to tell someone, but who? Jinx was the only one you could trust, but how could you explain?

You could hear her laughter from the living room, the sound echoing down the hallway like a taunt. She seemed to be talking with someone, her voice a mix of amusement and something darker that you couldn't quite place. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You had to tell her, had to make her understand what had happened.

As you stepped into the room, you saw Vi sitting on the couch, her legs sprawled out in front of her, looking as if she owned the place. Jinx sat next to her, a smug smile playing on her lips as she glanced up at you. "There you are, sleepyhead," she said, her tone mocking. "Soo, about yesterday when I told you about my sister, here she is!"

Jinx's elbow jabbed into your side, and she winked. "Well, have fun guys," she sing-songed, her voice dripping with mischief as she got up and left the room, shutting the door behind her with a snicker. You stared after her, your mind racing. What was she playing at? Did she know what Vi had done to you?

Vi looked up at you, her eyes glinting with a knowing look that sent a shiver down your spine. She had the audacity to smile, a smile that was both sweet and sinister. "Hi," she said, as if you were two strangers meeting for the first time. "Nice to finally meet you."

[wendichester]

⋆.ೃ🪩*• comfort zone,

summary. you find sam at a standford party

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 790.

The party was a cacophony of thumping bass, too-loud laughter, and the occasional sound of something breaking in another room. Sam Winchester, standing awkwardly near the kitchen, wondered for the hundredth time why he let his roommate talk him into coming. This wasn’t his scene—had never been his scene—but apparently, “bonding” meant standing shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers in a sweaty house.

He sighed, his gaze drifting to the patio doors. The faint glow of the pool lights called to him, a welcome reprieve from the chaos inside. Grabbing a drink from the counter—more for something to hold than to actually drink—he made his way outside, hoping to avoid any more forced small talk.

That’s when he saw you.

You were sitting on the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the water, the ripples catching the soft light and reflecting it back on your face. A red solo cup was balanced in your hands, but your posture screamed disinterest. You weren’t talking to anyone, your focus on the water instead of the lively groups scattered around the patio.

For a moment, Sam hesitated. He didn’t want to intrude. But something about the way you seemed as out of place as he felt compelled him forward.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through the quiet hum of the pool filter.

You looked up, startled at first, but then your expression softened. "Sure," you said, shifting slightly to give him room. "As long as you don’t splash me."

Sam chuckled, sitting down a careful distance from you. "I’ll try to restrain myself."

The silence between you was companionable, the muffled sounds of the party fading into the background. Finally, you broke it.

"Not your kind of party either?"

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Not really. Too many people, too much noise. What about you?"

"My roommate dragged me here," you admitted, rolling your eyes. "Said I needed to ‘get out of my comfort zone.’” You used air quotes, a wry smile curving your lips.

Sam laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "Sounds familiar. My roommate said the same thing. He thinks I’m too much of a shut-in."

"Well," you said, glancing back at the house, "I’d say we both technically fulfilled our social obligations by showing up."

You laughed softly, the sound wrapping around him and easing the tension in his shoulders. From there, the conversation flowed naturally. You talked about your classes, shared complaints about professors, and swapped favorite late-night study spots. Sam found himself relaxing more than he had in weeks, drawn in by your easy humor and the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about something you were passionate about.

As the night stretched on, the cool air made the hairs on your arms stand up. You shivered, but before you could even comment on it, Sam was already shrugging out of his sweater.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to you.

You blinked, surprised. “You don’t have to—”

“You’re cold,” he interrupted gently. “Take it.”

You hesitated but relented, slipping it over your head. The fabric was warm and soft, and it smelled faintly of Sam—woodsy and clean. “Thanks,” you murmured, tugging the sleeves over your hands.

He gave a lopsided smile. “Looks better on you anyway.”

Conversation kept flowing and by the time you notice, it's almost 3 am. You stand up, stretching and yawning, Sam feeling a pang of disappointment.

"I should head out," you said reluctantly, glancing at your phone. "Got an early morning tomorrow."

"Yeah, of course," Sam said quickly, standing as well. But he couldn’t let you leave without saying something—without ensuring this wasn’t the last time he saw you.

"Wait," he blurted, his cheeks flushing as he stepped forward. "Can I… Can I get your number? Only if you want, I mean. No pressure."

You paused, a smile tugging at your lips as you rummaged through your bag for a pen. Gently, you took his hand, your touch sending a thrill through him as you carefully scrawled your number across his palm.

"There," you said, stepping back with a playful grin. "Don’t lose it."

Sam stared at his hand like it was some kind of treasure, his heart pounding. "I won’t,"

As you walked away, you glanced over your shoulder, catching his gaze one last time before disappearing through the patio doors.

Sam stayed rooted to the spot, the night air cool against his skin, the faint scent of chlorine lingering in the air. For the first time in a long while, he felt something light and hopeful stir in his chest. He didn’t know when he’d call, but one thing was certain: he wasn’t letting you slip away.

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[starsenha]

[12] FIRST IMPRESSIONS - just choreo

synopsis: riki was a big fan of your group Devilish, but when he met you for the first time, he made a very bad first impression and now you hated him. rumors started to spark saying how you hated each other and to calm the rumors, the company decided to make you two hosts a variety show together for two months. wc: 2k tw: lots of sexual tension

You arrived at the brightly lit practice room of Hybe Entertainment. You hurried a bit, the clock showing 10:03pm. You were three minutes late. Your bag slung over one shoulder, and your usual determined and focused expression on your face, even if you were exhausted. It was a hectic week with Devilish as you were preparing for your upcoming comeback. Yet, here you were, late at night rather than resting, obliged to rehearse this chore for the variety show. The production team thought it was a good idea to use both your and Riki's talent in dance and do a little choreo section in the next episode. Like you both already hadn't enough on your plates.

As you pushed open the door, the familiar beat of Under The Influence by Chris Brown resonated in the room as you saw Riki rehearsing the chores. You both received the demo just this morning and from what you saw, he almost had it down already, the same as you. He noticed you arriving in the mirror and stopped the music, offering you a cheeky grin.

"You're late,' he teased, walking over to grab his water bottle.

You dropped your bag near the corner, rolling your eyes, but a hint of a smile was playing on your lips. "3 minutes. I literally just got ut of practice with the girls."

"Oh please, I just finished practice too. Don't find excuses," his playful tone didn't irritate you as much as it used to, which honestly surprised you. But you guessed it was probably because of your actual conversation you had with him a few days ago.

You smirked slightly at his comment, pulling out your phone to glance at the choreo notes one last time. Your smile didn't go unnoticed by Riki, who felt his heart skip a beat for some reason.

"Did you have time to watch the demo?" he asked, trying to sound as casual as he could.

You nodded. "Yeah. I'm genuinely surprised they went with something so...suggestive."

He chuckled. "You and me both. But hey, it's a chance to show our chemistry, right?"

"What chemistry?"

He placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch. You wound me."

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Let's just get started."

The two of you moved to the center of the room. You had studied the routine on your way here, but performing it in person was completely different, especially with him. You first started by reviewing the chores without music, trying out the formations and steps to make sure you were in complete sync. It was a bit intricate and required you to actually have cohesion.

When you reached the first section that required physical contact, Riki hesitated for a split second before tilting your chin upward with his fingertips. The action was quite brief but charged. Your breath hitched a bit unexpectedly as you realized just how close you were to each other, your eyes locking onto his. When he stepped around you as the choreo demanded, you felt a little pang of disappointment. What was happening?

"Too much?" Riki asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he noticed your reaction.

You scoffed, masking your unease by being a bit defensive. "I'm fine. It's just choreo."

The suggestive sections were next, and you could feel the heat of the room intensifying. He executed a sharp hip thrust while you popped your hips in perfect sync.

"Wow," you heard him mutter under his breath, but loud enough for you to catch.

"What?" you asked.

"You're actually really good at this," he admitted, his voice genuine, even if you caught him checking you out a bit in the mirror.

You blinked for a moment, a bit taken aback. "Uh, thanks. You're pretty good too."

"Pretty good?" he raised an eyebrow, feigning insult. "I'm incredible. Best dancer of 4th gen, and you know that."

You chuckled, swatting his baseball cap to pull it down ever so slightly. "Yeah, yeah sure. let's not get carried away, okay?"

He chuckled, too, and put his cap up a bit. You went through the choreo several times, doing it with music too. After a few times, you plopped down on the wooden floor, leaning back on your hands and catching your breath. You could feel the thin sheen of sweat on your body. Across from you, Riki sat cross-legged, chugging water from his bottle, and you couldn't help but let your eyes wander to his Adam's apple going up and down as he gulped. He then wiped the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt, exposing his defined abs. You quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.

"That wasn't so bad..." you muttered, reaching for your own water bottle.

"We aced that," he said with a boyish grin, and you couldn't help yourself but smile as well.

You both laughed and talked a bit, the conversation flowing quite naturally between you two. You found yourself actually having a good time, the way you bantered a bit too made it interesting.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Riki cleared his throat, a hint of nervousness creeping into his expression. "Hey, uh...can I ask you something?"

You raised an eyeborw, curious. "What?"

He figedted with the hem of his shirt, avoiding your gaze. "Do you...maybe...want to exchange numbers? You know, since we're gonna be working together for a bit, we might wanna talk about schedule or...stuff."

You tilted your head, surprised. He was alwyas so confident and playful but he seemed quite shy now. It was almost, cute? "Sure,' you simply said, pulling out your phone.

His face lit up as he handed over his own phone. Your fingers brushed briefly during the exchange, and you felt a spark you quickly ignored. As you entered your number, he watched you with a small smile, trying not to make it obvious how giddy he felt.

“Here,” you said, handing his phone back. “Don’t text me at three in the morning or something. I need my beauty sleep.”

“Noted,” he replied, grinning. “I’ll make sure to only annoy you during waking hours.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. For a brief moment, you caught his gaze, and the air between you shifted. 

“Ready to go again?” You asked, breaking the silence as you stood up.

“Always,” Riki replied, his voice steady, though his heart was pounding.

You moved back into position, the track starting up once more. The choreography demanded precision and a level of intimacy that made the room feel smaller, hotter.

At one point, you decided to shed your oversized button-up, leaving you in just your sweatpants and a cropped tank top. You were completely oblivious to the effect this had on Riki, who suddenly found it difficult to concentrate. The way your tank top clung to you, revealing toned arms and just a hint of your midriff, made his throat dry.

Riki tried to focus on the choreography, but his eyes kept drifting to you. She’s so fucking hot, he thought, mentally scolding himself for letting his mind wander. He had to stay professional, but it was getting harder by the second.

You, on the other hand, was too engrossed in the routine to notice Riki’s internal struggle. You were, however, hyper-aware of your movements, the way your bodies seemed to naturally sync. Your styles complemented each other perfectly. It was like you were made to dance together, and the realization only added to the crackling energy between you.

As you reached the section where Riki had to tilt your chin, he hesitated for just a fraction of a second before doing it. His fingers brushed against your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. You met his gaze, your lips parting slightly as you tried to steady your breathing.

You moved into the next section, the one with the suggestive grinding. You rolled your hips in sync with him as his hand rested on your shoulder, and you avoided his intense gaze in the mirror. The mirrors reflected your chemistry, the way your bodies moved as if drawn to each other. You tried to ignore the way your pulse quickened.

“Good,” You muttered breathlessly as you finished the sequence. “That was better.”

Riki nodded, though his focus wasn’t entirely on your words. He couldn’t stop staring at you, the way your hair clung to your neck, the flush on your cheeks. You looked incredible, and it was driving him crazy.

“Let’s run it one more time,” you said, your voice firm despite the growing tension.

“Yeah,” Riki replied, his tone slightly husky. “One more time.”

And you did. You ran it one last time, but as the music faded into silence, you and Riki stoof in the center of the practice room, your breaths heavy, your bodied inches apart. It was your best run through yet, every moment was perfectly synchronized.

Your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes locked on his. There was a look in his gaze you coudln't decipher, something that made your stomach twist in ways you didn't want to acknowledge. Your mind screamed at you to step back, but your feet refused to move somehow.

The tension was thick, alsmot suffocating and you both were hyper aware of hos close you were right now. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, and you could see the way his chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took. You hated how your pulse quickened and how your body was reacting to him.

He swallowed hard, his eyes flickering down your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. His hands twitched at his sides as if he was fighting the urge to touch you in any sort of way.

Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he would hear it. You wanted to remind him that this wasn't allowed, that you both had some sort of dating ban to respect, but the pull between you was way stronger than logic.

He took a step closer now, and your faces were so closed that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. Your eyes flickered to his lips and you hated yourself for it, hated the way you leaned ever so slightly, as if your body had a mind of its own.

Riki's hand hovered your waist, hesitating, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away of you wanted to. But you didn't. Your eyes locked, and in that split second, the outside world disappeared.

He leaned in, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he was afraid to scare you off. Your heart raced as you felt the barest brush of his nose against yours.

Your lips were a breath away from touching when a sudden noise shattered the silence—a loud thud from somewhere outside the practice room.

You jerked back as if you'd been burned, your eyes wide with panic. “I—” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need to go.”

“Yn, wait—” Riki reached out, but You were already grabbing your stuff, your movements frantic.

“Good, uh... good practice today,” you said. Your voice was steadier now, though your heart was still pounding in your chest. “See you Friday.”

Riki stayed rooted in place, his hand falling to his side as he watched you flee. You pushed open the door and disappeared down the hallway, leaving him alone in the empty studio.

Riki ran a hand through his damp hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. His chest felt tight, his mind replaying the moment over and over again. He wanted you so, so bad.

The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the air conditioning, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. Riki sat down on the floor, his head in his hands, and whispered to himself, “What the fuck am I doing?”

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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jamil Viper - New Year's Attire Voice Lines

Due to event restrictions, Groovy related lines are locked until the event has been cleared. I will update once these are unlocked. Login line has been captured. New Year's Attire Jamil does not have a vignette.

Summon: This is the perfect day to welcome in the new year. Now, look around at our wares to your heart's content. If you need it, I can even give you a tour.

Groovification: --LOCKED--

Home: What do you think, stylish, right?

Home Transition 1: Looks like it's time for me to take a break. I got a message from Kalim a short while ago, so I need to check what he sent... I sure hope it isn't anything dire.

Home Transition 2: It's much easier to move around in this outfit than I thought. With how black it is, it absorbs the sun's rays, keeping me warm outside, too.

Home Transition 3: Jack's not going to listen to anything the rival team says, huh? He's a little too stubborn, isn't he? I would have liked that he'd at least listen to any suggestions I had on how he could improve his conduce.

Home Transition - Login: A Happy New Year to you. This time of the year sure can get chilly... especially in the early morning and late evenings. We should keep moving to keep ourselves warm.

Home Transition - Groovy: --LOCKED--

Home Tap 1: A shopping list is great to have to cut back on any unnecessary purchases. However... You won't be needing one today. Here, you should buy as much as your little heart wants.

Home Tap 2: While I was attending the register, Malleus-senpai asked me how it was possible that it didn't break when I used it. Well, there's no known reason for that... wouldn't you say?

Home Tap 3: When we have any issues or complaints, no other staff member is better at handling them than Floyd. You think he goes overboard sometimes? Hmmm, I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.

Home Tap 4: When you pick something up, I'd like it if you'd put it back in its designated place. Small incidents like that can add up, making our work to clear it up more tedious.

Home Tap 5: While working here, I've found I'm always shocked whenever we have a polite customer come in. Especially since during a sale, most often you'd see a ton of over-the-top folks.

Home Tap - Groovy: --LOCKED--

Requested by @farfalla049.

[tyunderella]

professor choi

🎧 choi yeonjun x fem!afab!reader, mdni!

🎧 warnings: smut, college professor!yeonjun, student! reader, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, both reader and yeonjun are adults in their 20's!!, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public (?), marking (hickeys, f. and m. receiving), praise (f. receiving), petnames (princess, good girl), slight tit play (mentioned maybe once), multiple orgasms (f.), lmk if you find something that i should add here!

🎧 a/n: comments and opinions are very appreciated, don't be shy :3 made in light mode, the banner might look silly on dark mode >.< it's my second work, i wanted it to be longer but i gave up.. @_@ thanks to my mooties who helped me with their kind words.. :3 kisses for you guys fr! also i posted it very late lol but the fic is finally out aaah kinda proud 🙏🏻

the lecture hall buzzed with the usual chatter of students settling in before class. you slid into your usual spot—second row, slightly off to the side. it was close enough to see the board clearly but not so close that you felt exposed. the thick notebook on your desk was already opened to a fresh page, a highlighter neatly tucked into the coil, but your grip on your pen was loose. history wasn’t exactly your strong suit.

and professor choi yeonjun didn’t make it any easier to concentrate.

as always, yeonjun strode into the room, a cup of coffee in one hand, a laptop in the other. he was dressed pretty casually today, a plain white t-shirt tucked into his slacks, short sleeves showing off his arms. the room seemed to straighten up a little in his presence—well, at least most of it.

"alright, alright, let’s quiet down." he called out, his deep voice carrying effortlessly over the noise. his smile was easy, charming, and just mischievous enough to make you wonder what kind of trouble he’d been up to before walking in.

your eyes flicked down to your notebook, hoping to avoid direct eye contact.

"well, hello princess.” he greeted as he passed by your seat, his tone teasing and soft, low enough that only you could hear.

your cheeks warmed at his words. he started calling you that a few weeks ago when he saw your friends put on a paper crown on your head. it wasn’t mean-spirited, but it stuck—every now and then, he’d throw it into his comments when addressing you. it made you feel seen and embarrassed all at once.

today, you didn’t respond, just tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and pretended to focus on the slides he was pulling up on the projector.

"alright, let’s get serious for a second.” yeonjun said as he perched on the edge of his desk, crossing his legs casually. "today’s the big day. history 101 midterm. you’ve been preparing for this, right?"

a wave of groans rippled through the class.

yeonjun laughed, running a hand through his hair. "come on, don’t sound so defeated! this is your chance to shine." his eyes flicked to you briefly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "even my princess might surprise me."

you rolled your eyes internally but smiled faintly.

the test wasn’t as bad as you’d feared—but it wasn’t great either. some questions were straightforward, while others had you chewing the end of your pen in frustration. by the time you handed it in, you knew you’d probably passed… barely.

a few days later, yeonjun was standing at the front of the room, flipping through the graded exams as students filed in. his denim button-up shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his jeans on the baggier side, his more classy outfit. he wore his confidence like a second skin.

"morning.” he greeted. "if i look tired, it’s because i spent all night grading your tests. you’re welcome."

a wave of chuckles rippled through the room, but your stomach twisted a little. you weren’t dreading your score, but you weren’t looking forward to it either.

he started calling out names, handing back papers with comments scribbled in the margins. when he got to you, his expression softened slightly. he walked over to your desk and placed the test face-down in front of you.

"princess..” he murmured, leaning down just enough that his words reached your ear. "we need to talk after class."

your pulse quickened.

the lecture dragged on for what felt like hours, though you knew it was your nerves. when the last student left, you stayed seated, pretending to pack up your things as yeonjun locked the classroom door.

"alright, let’s see what’s going on.” he said, sitting on the edge of the desk directly in front of yours.

he gestured for you to pass him your test. you slid it over, avoiding his gaze.

"you’re not bad at history." he said after a moment, his tone thoughtful. "you’ve got potential. but it feels like you’re holding back."

"i’m not good at memorizing dates and stuff..” you admitted, fiddling with the strap of your bag.

"history isn’t just about dates.” he replied, leaning forward. his cologne—something woodsy and clean—reached you, making it harder to think. "it’s about stories. people. perspectives. you’re good at writing, but your answers lack confidence. why’s that?"

"i don’t know.." you muttered, shrugging.

he sighed, tapping the test against his knee. "you’re not going to get better if you don’t try, princess. you’re too quiet, too passive. i know there’s more to you than this."

something in his tone made you glance up. his eyes were locked on yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.

"you just… disappear in class." he said, almost to himself.

you swallowed hard.

"i want to help you.” yeonjun continued, his voice softer now. he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "but you’ve got to meet me halfway."

"i’ll try." you said, though it sounded weak even to your own ears.

yeonjun chuckled, shaking his head. "there’s that mindset again. don’t just try—do it."

his gaze dipped briefly, flicking over you like he was noticing something for the first time. you’d worn a simple dress today, nothing fancy, but the way his eyes lingered on the curve of your shoulder sent a ripple of warmth through you.

"is that understood?" he asked, but there was an edge to his voice now—something heavier, more deliberate.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you clear your throat softly, refusing to look into his eyes.

"good.” he said, but he didn’t move. neither did you.

the silence stretched, thick and charged. when he finally spoke again, his voice was lower, rougher.

"you’re distracting." he said bluntly, his eyes meeting yours again.

your breath hitched. "what?"

"you heard me.” he murmured, a small, crooked smile tugging at his lips.

before you could process what was happening, he leaned in, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. the touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

"you’re not embarassed, are you?" he whispered.

his face was so close now that you could see the faint stubble along his jaw, the way his lips parted slightly as if he was debating his next move. and then he made it.

he kissed you.

it was slow at first, almost hesitant, like he was giving you a chance to pull away. but when you didn’t, it deepened, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. his lips were soft but insistent, moving against yours with a hunger that made your head spin.

you didn’t know where to put your hands at first, but they found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if to ground yourself.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard.

"princess..” he murmured, his voice rough. "you’re full of surprises."

you were as shocked as he was.

you sat frozen in your chair, lips tingling from the kiss, unsure of what to do or say. yeonjun's forehead still rested against yours, and his hand remained at the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your skin lightly.

"i shouldn't have done that.." he whispered, though there was no regret in his voice-only a quiet conflict. his eyes flickered to yours, searching for a reaction.

your heart pounded as you shook your head slightly. "i... i didn't mind."

a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "no?"

you bit your lip and shook your head again.

he sighed, leaning back slightly, but the space between you felt electric, like a taut string that could snap at any moment. his fingers reluctantly slid from your neck, but his eyes didn't leave yours.

"this is dangerous." he said, his voice soft but steady. "you know that, right?”

you nodded, your throat dry.

he laughed quietly, running a hand through his hair, which had become slightly disheveled from the intensity of the moment. "but god, you make it hard to care about the rules."

the warmth in your cheeks spread to your neck. you felt equal parts flattered and nervous, unsure how to navigate this sudden shift in dynamic.

"are you... mad at me?" you asked timidly, breaking the silence.

"mad at you?" his brows lifted in surprise, and then he shook his head, a grin softening his expression. "no, princess, i'm not mad at you. if anything, i'm slightly frustrated with myself."

"why?"

his grin faded slightly, replaced by a look of longing that made your breath catch. "because i can't seem to keep my distance. and i know i should.”

the next few days were surreal. every time you stepped into the lecture hall, your heart would race, and you couldn't help but glance at yeonjun. he was professional, as always, but his eyes seemed to find yours more often, lingering just a moment longer than they should.

the morning of today’s lecture was the same as any other-or so you thought. your alarm blared at its usual obnoxious volume, pulling you from the comfort of sleep. you groan, dragging yourself out of bed and straight into your routine.

the sunlight streaming through your window felt almost too bright, making you squint as you shuffled to the bathroom. today was a history day -a fact that usually filled you with mild dread, but recently, it left you feeling... something else. something you didn't want to name.

"come on.." you mutter to yourself as you rummage through your closet, pulling out a sweater and a pair of jeans. then you hesitate.

instead, you reach for a fitted black top and a skirt you haven’t worn in a while. it wasn't overly revealing, but it felt a bit more put-together than your usual outfit. you brush your hair with more care than usual, adding an even bigger touch of make-up than you usually do before grabbing your bag.

you tell yourself it was just because you felt like putting in effort today- not because of him..

the campus was alive with its usual hum of activity as you make your way to the lecture hall. students clustered in groups outside, laughing, talking, sipping on overpriced coffee.

you walk briskly, clutching your bag strap tighter than necessary. there was an odd fluttering in your chest that you try to ignore.

you arrive a little early, as always, sitting down in your seat.

the lecture hall filled quickly, and soon the low hum of chatter surrounded you. you glance up from your notebook when the door opened, and there he was.

choi yeonjun.

as usual, he strodes in with a confident ease that draws everyone's attention. his fitted blazer only emphasizes his lean frame, and the way he carries himself makes him seem taller than he already is. his hair is slightly mussed, like he'd run a hand through it one too many times, but it only added to his charm.

"morning, everyone.” he greets, his voice smooth and warm as always. "i hope you're ready to dive into some revolutionary chaos.”

you scribble notes as he speaks, but it was hard to focus entirely on the content. your attention keeps drifting to the way he moves, the way he gestures with his hands as he explains concepts, the way his lips curl when he makes a joke.

"okay, let's make this a conversation.” he says, leaning casually against the desk at the front of the room. "what do you think drove the french revolution-economic desperation or political ideology?"

the question hungs in the air, and several hands shot up. you keep your gaze on your notebook, hoping he wouldn't call on you.

but you feel his eyes on you before you hear him speak.

"princess.” he says, a playful lilt in his voice. "let's hear your take."

a few chuckles ripple through the room, and your cheeks burn. you look up to find him watching you with that familiar teasing smirk, his head tilted slightly.

“i, uh..." you fumble for words, the weight of everyone's attention making your throat dry. "i think it was both."

”both?" he prompted, his smirk softening into a curious smile.

you nod, finding a bit more confidence as you go on. "people were starving, so economic desperation pushed them to act. but... without the ideas of liberty and equality, they wouldn't have had a vision to rally behind. so, i think the ideology made it bigger than just survival."

the room gets quiet for a bit, and you wonder if you said something stupid. but then yeonjun grins, his eyes lighting up with approval.

"exactly.” he says, his tone warm and encouraging. "ideology gave them hope. well said, princess."

the pride in his voice sends a flutter through your chest.

the rest of the lecture passed in a blur. you answered another question later-something you almost never did-and while your classmates didn't seem to notice anything unusual, you felt a strange energy lingering between you and yeonjun.

as the class fills out, you gather your things slowly, trying to appear casual even though your pulse was racing.

"princess.” yeonjun calls, his voice cutting through the chatter. "can you stay back for a moment again?"

your heart thuds in your chest as you nod, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

the memories of what happened last time when you stayed after the class flood your mind.

yeonjun leans against his desk, arms crossed as he watches you approach. his expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that made him look different.

"you were good today.” he points out, his voice quieter than usual.

"thanks..” you murmur, glancing down at your shoes.

"no, really." he insisted, stepping closer. "i knew you had it in you.”

the way he said it- so soft, so sincere- made your cheeks warm. you look up at him, meeting his gaze, and the intensity there makes your breath hitch.

"you're different today.” he says after a moment, almost to himself.

"different how?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. is he talking about your clothes? was your highlighter too visible?

he tilts his head, studying you. "you're more confident. bold, even."

you open your mouth to respond, but the words get caught in your throat as he steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

"you look really great, you know?" he whispers, his voice low and rough.

your heart pounds as he reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm. the touch was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"yeonjun-"

he silences you with a kiss. again. just like he did before.

his lips are soft, warm, and the feel of them against yours sends a thrill down your spine. again.

when you don’t pull away, he deepens the kiss, his hand moving to cup your cheek. your bag slips down from your shoulder, landing on the floor with a soft thud, but you barely notice.

you kiss him back, your hands finding their way to his chest. you could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms, matching the wild rhythm of your own.

"god..” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough. "i shouldn't be doing this."

"but you shouldn't stop either." you whisper, surprising yourself with the boldness of your own words.

a low groan escapes him, and his hands move to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. he kisses you harder, more desperate now, and you respond with equal fervor.

your fingers tangle in his hair, and his grip on your waist tighten as if he couldn't bear to let go. his lips leave yours briefly, trailing down your jawline to your neck, and a soft gasp escapes you before you could stop it.

"you’re too hot for your own good..” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with both frustration and longing.

”yeonjun..."

he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. his hands are still on your waist, holding you firmly in place.

"do you want to continue?” he asks, his breathing heavy as he looks at you through lust filled eyes.

your eyes widen slightly but you quickly nod, not showing even a hint of hesitance. you quickly pull him closer, connecting your lips again.

he slowly pulls you up, leading you to his desk, making your back touch the cold wood. he wraps his arms around your waist like you might disappear if he stops, his breathing getting heavier.

you don’t hesitate to pull him as close as you can, letting his body heat embrace you. you would be lying if you said that the pool of arousal in your panties wasn't increasing.

his lips are soft, exactly just like you imagined them to be.

you move your hands up his chest, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. he slightly pulls back, his lips not daring to leave yours but allowing you to take off his shirt.

you don't hesitate to show how much you want it, not wasting a second as you pop off all the buttons, but you let his shirt stay on his broad shoulders.

his hands move up to your thighs, caressing the soft and smooth skin as he lets his hands wanded up your inner thighs.

the touch starts slow and maybe even has a hint of teasing in it as you gasp against his mouth, a small string of saliva connecting yours and yeonjun's lips ad you slowly pull away to catch your breath.

he just smirks at you, his fingers finding the lace of your panties as his thumb slowly rubs your clit, making your breath hitch.

"m-more, please.." you whisper quietly, the fact that you're still in class making your urge to moan like a bitch and jump on him lower.

yeonjun's darkened eyes look at yours, slowly pulling the material that covers the place where you need him the most.

you bite your lips, looking at him with huge and pleading eyes, trying to hold back the little moans that escape your mouth.

"you can be quiet for me, right?" his voice is low and deep, making you whine and nod dumbly in response, mind already hazy. "good girl.."

he rubs your folds with his middle finger, collecting your arousal as he makes sure that you're ready and relaxed enough for him. he slowly pushes his finger inside you, your walls clenching around him.

"o-oh fuck, yeonjun..!" you moan quietly, looking up at the ceiling as you pray that no one walks in. he starts moving his finger in and out, enjoying your reactions.

he pushes a second finger in, curling them as he watches your expressions, looking for any discomfort but he only finds pure pleasure- your brows furrow and your mouth opens in an 'o' shape.

"f-feels so good.. f-faster..!" you're almost panting, slightly embarassed by how fast you're getting worked up, but the feeling of his talented moves makes it quickly disappear. he hums at your request, his long fingers finding your g-spot with ease.

your whimpers get more frequent, your hands grasping on his arm for some kind of support, thighs almost closing around his hand. he's quick to spread them widely and rub your clit with his thumb in circles.

"are you close, princess? wanna cum around my fingers?" he moves closer and whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. you mewl out something incoherent in response, his free hand covering your mouth to silence your moans.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, walls clenching around his fingers like a vice as your hips buck up to meet his movements, gripping his arms and creaming all over yeonjun's fingers.

he lets out a groan of approval, slowly pulling out his fingers out of you, rubbing your clit to let you ride out your orgasm. he moves his hand from your mouth, tilting your chin up so you're looking at him. he puts his fingers in his mouth, licking up your release, eyes closing at the taste- he finds it divine.

he looks into your eyes as he slowly lowers his head down to your pussy, licking a stripe down all the way to your spent hole. he puts your legs over his shoulders, starting to devour you.

you let out a surprised moan, feeling slightly overstimulated. you don't stop him, your previous climax making you feel even more pleasure as you put your hand in his hair.

the wet sounds of slurping, moaning and panting fill the room as yeonjun treats you like his last meal. his tongue finds your hole, teasing it for a few seconds before spitting on your folds.

your hands grip his hair, maybe almost painfully, but it seems to spur him on even more, basically making out with your pussy at this point. you sob out, your eyes filling with tears of pleasure.

"i-i'm so close, s-so fucking close..! d-don't stop, please..!" he holds himself back from pulling his pants down and pounding you right now at the sound of your high pitched voice. he makes sure to do his best, and the last lick on your clit is what breaks you.

your creamy release gushes out of you again with a silent scream of his name as you start to squirm, thighs slightly shaking with your back arching and eyes closed. you feel him lick it up and you wail quietly, pulling his head up by using your hand that holds his hair and he just smiles softly.

"are you fine? let me wait a moment for you to calm down, hmm?" you don't let his words stay in your mind for long as you look him up and down. his lips are dripping with your juices, his hair messed up. you reach your hand to his crotch, feeling his dick twitch under his pants as you quickly take his belt off.

"so needy.." he chuckles at your eagerness, pulling his pants and boxers down low enough to free his erection that slaps against his abs. you lick your lips at the sight, immediately wrapping your hand around him.

yeonjun lets out a low groan, his eyes closing for a few seconds as he runs a hand through his hair. he slowly pulls your hand away, intertwining your hands together as he positions himself in front of your entrance. he starts to get impatient too, already extremely worked up. "can i?"

"d-don't be a tease and just do it.. i-i waited for it to happen for so long.." you try to move your hips and do the work on your own but he stops you, gripping your hips so they stay in their place. he slowly pushes the tip in, being the one to have his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

the feeling of you warm and tight walls feels even better than he could imagine, the feeling making him realize that he might have to hold himself from finishing way too quickly.

"yeah, did you? was my princess t-thinking about me..? how cute, i thought about you t-too.. dreamed about this little pussy every n-night.." he tries to control his voice, pushing himself in inch by inch, making sure to not hurt you. your hands wander around his body as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

you connect your lips together, letting your moans get muffled against his mouth. you tap his collarbone as a sign for him to start moving and he immediately gets the hint, starting with a slow pace.

his thrusts get more fast and hard with each move, the wet sounds of your arousal and lips smashing together fill his ears, making him grip your hips tighter.

you feel so full, and you swear that if you pulled away from his lips and looked down you would see the bulge in your tummy. you don't want to pull away from his lips, they feel so soft and sweet against you.

you wrap your legs around his waist, his hips rolling ata. fast pace, the rhythm making the two of you quickly reach your climax, sweaty bodies connected together. he slowly pulls away, whispering in your ear. "do you want your little pussy to get filled with my cum, princess..?"

you don't even give him a proper response and just moan and nod, brain turning into mush, the only thought you can form is how good you feel. you feel his hand reach up to your tit, squeezing softly as you reach your peak.

"f-fuck, fuck, fuck, princess..!" he lets out a breathy moan as he spurts inside you, moving his hips until he feels your mixed releases run down your thighs and drip down on the desk. it probably gets on some documents but he doesn't care, slowly pulling out.

you let out a small whimper at the sudden emptiness, the air around you is warm and thick. you look up at him, hazy eyes reaching his as he looks so good, you think that you could eat him alive if you could.

he reaches for a tissue, cleaning up the two of you with a soft expression as he presses a kiss to your stomach.

and you have no idea how it will change your relationship, but you're sure of the fact that it's not the last time something like that happened between the two of you.

🎧 @beomiracles @biteyoubiteme @tubasmiracle @choikanghuening <333

[nanaken330]

In which you started to (unexpectedly) spiral down after a friendly fire

Pairing: Written with platonic Gojo & Fem!reader in mind, but you can take it as whatever. What I had in mind was that this happened at 3 in the morning and neither of u r actually in the right mind (cuz obv, overworked and exhausted).

Tws: Unedited, Babifed Gojo, Enabling Bullying Gojo Content, spiralling, intrusive thoughts mentioned, mention of self harm, now I actually made it sound worse... but I assure u it's not!! (maybe);;;, and prob cringy too. Idk. Lemme know if I forget something.

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Based on my experience where I'd all of a sudden spout something out of pocket (like maybe gore stuff or like accidentally said my intrusive thoughts aloud without meaning to) while talking to my friends before I snapped out of it and proceeded to profusely apologize like pls don't hate me, nvm actually u can cuz i deserve that, omg what did I even say that to u in the first place, that's horrible.. While my friends would be like... Em... CHILL URE FINE, JUST CALM DOWN U'RE GONNA HYPERVENTILATE URSELF 😭😭

Gojo panicking like, is this the infamous bestie's 'i love you' text message at 3 am??? NOT ON HIS WATCH!! HES NOT GOING TO LET ANOTHER BESTIE SLIPPED AWAY AGAIN!! lowkey panicking like, y/n it's fine, u're tired, im tired, WE r tired, and I forgive u so stop crying and go to bed already...

Y/n: -BUT THAYS SO AWFUL OF ME OH MY GOD

Gojo:...dear God...

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

no doubt ── s. jy (sneak peek!)

↳ summary ── struggling to balance a world tour, endless responsibilities, and...well, the sting of getting dumped by his girlfriend, jake finds peace & comfort confiding in you—one of his closest friends. what begins as lighthearted late-night phone calls while he's away on tour deepens into something more, quickly pulling you both into uncharted emotional territory. as your connection with jake intensifies, so does your inner turmoil—torn between the comfort of your easy relationship with him and the terrifying possibility of falling for someone you're not even sure you can have in the first place. but jake? jake has absolutely no doubt of what he wants—and spoiler alert? it's you.

↳ pairing ── jake x f!reader, [ft. childhoodbestfriend!jungwon, bestfriends!enha]

↳ genre ── idol!jake, friends to lovers!au || fluff, angst, crack

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── hai everyone, the freaking turmoil & HOLD this fic has on me,,,has me writing til 8AM in the freaking morning because CLEARLY ─ i have unspoken issues . anyways here's a teaser of my recent hyperfixation that i'm sharing with the world. at the rate i'm writing this every night (& morning), it should be out soon (hopefully) :3 also this snippet i decided to include is my attempt at angst...i hope yall enjoy !

also send me an ask/comment if you'd like to be tagged !!! <3

snippet under the cut!!

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“Y/N.” 

His voice is quiet, almost drowned out by the muffled hum of music and laughter seeping from the party you should've escaped from a long time ago. You stop in your tracks, swallowing hard before turning around.  

Jake stands a few feet away, his usual easy confidence replaced by something raw, almost broken. He looks disheveled, his hands clenching at his sides as though they're the only thing anchoring him.  

“Can we talk?” he asks, his voice low but unsteady. 

You stomach twists, but you steel yourself, "What do you want, Jake?"  

You shift your weight and instinctively cross your arms, a defensive barrier between you and the boy you spent too long letting into your heart. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the vulnerability in them makes your resolve falter. 

He takes a hesitant step towards you before exhaling shakily, running a hand through his hair.  

“I—I messed up tonight. I didn’t mean to...," he trails off, his words fumbling, his eyes searching yours in desperation.  

"...to completely ignore me all night? Make me feel like nothing?" You finish for him, your quiet voice breaking despite your attempt to stay composed.  

"No. God, no. You're not nothing," he says quickly, his voice faltering on the last word. "Y/N, you matter so much to me."  

“Well it definitely didn't feel that way,” your voice is barely audible, but you finally look up at him, the hurt bubbling to the surface. “After everything you said—promised, everything we talked about…” 

"I know, I just—" he hesitates, his voice barely above a whisper. He takes a tentative step closer, his movements slow and careful, like he's afraid you'll shatter if he gets too close. "I was nervous." 

"It’s been so long, and I didn’t know what to say, how to act. I wanted to get it right—to make it perfect—but instead, I just—" he stops, dragging another frustrated hand through his hair. His eyebrows knit together in that familiar way that once made your heart flutter, but now only adds to the ache in your chest. 

You let out a hollow laugh, the sound foreign even to your own ears, “Well, congratulations, Jake. You managed to mess it up anyway.” 

“Please,” he looks devastated, his hands trembling at his sides. “Y/N, please don’t think I don’t care about you. I do. More than you know. I just—I don't know how to do this. I panicked and I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear."  

You look at him, your eyes stinging with unshed tears as you take a shaky breath, “Then why was...why was she all over you tonight? Why didn’t you stop her?” 

He falters, his shoulders slumping under the weight of your question, “It wasn’t what it looked like. I didn’t—I couldn’t—” 

“You couldn’t,” you echo, the words spilling out in a rush now, each one cutting deeper. “I should've known. Let me guess, she wants to get back together, right?"  

Jake's silence is deafening, and it immediately answers your question. He opens this mouth, but nothing comes out. The way he looks at you—eyes wide and filled with regret, lips trembling as if searching for the right words—confirms everything you’re afraid of. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, a shaky breath escaping your lips—the sound caught somewhere between a sigh of realization and a choked sob. No matter how hard you try, the wall holding back your emotions cracks under the weight of it all. The doubts you've tried so hard to bury suddenly resurface, crashing over you suddenly, each one carrying the sting of every insecurity, every fear you’ve ever had about this moment, about him. Your chest feels tight, your heart splintering under the realization that everything you were afraid of might be true. 

"Jake, I can't do this," you whisper, shaking your head. "I can't be the person you lean on while you try to figure out what you want."  

"No, no—Y/N, I do know what I want," he pleads, his voice cracking as he tries to step closer. "And it’s you. Always been you, Y/N. Everything I said before—I meant it."  

His words hang heavy in the air, the faint echo of the party music filtering through the cracks in the door and into the quiet hallway. You look away, refusing to let him see your tears finally spilling over.  

"You promised," you let out softly. "You promised you wouldn't hurt me. You said you'd prove that I could trust you, that I didn't have to be scared. You knew I was worried, Jake. And you hurt me anyways."  

"And I swear I meant every word I said. I still do," Jake says, his voice desperate. He steps even closer, his hand reaching out and brushing yours, but you pull back before he can close the distance. "You have to believe me. Please, Y/N. You're the only one I care about."  

You shake your head again, the tears now freely slipping down your cheeks despite your best efforts, "I don't know if I can believe that anymore, Jake. I wanted to, I really, really did. But tonight..."  

Jake’s face falls, the weight of your pain crashing into him all at once. His lips tremble as he struggles to hold himself together, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. This was the first time seeing you in so long, and this sight of you—broken because of him—cuts deeper than he thought possible. His voice is barely above a whisper, raw and pleading, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I—God, please. Please give me a chance.” 

You look at him—at the boy who's become your safe space —and all you feel is the ache in your heart.  

"I can't do this right now, Jake," you finally let out a deep breath and take a step back. "I think I just need space."  

The words hang in the air like a death sentence. His breath hitches as if your words physically hit him in face, "Y/N..." 

Your phone suddenly buzzes, a text from Jungwon letting you know he's outside. You glance down at it, then back at Jake. For a moment, you hesitate, your heart screaming at you to stay, to give him the chance he's begging for. But your head knows better. 

"I have to go," you murmur softly, turning away before the tears threaten to spill all over again. You force yourself to keep walking, fighting the overwhelming urge to look back—to let him pull you into his arms, where you wished so desperately you belonged.  

Frozen, Jake watches helplessly as you walk away, his chest tightening with every step you take. Everything feels like it's caving in, regret clawing at him the more he sees you walk further away. He opens his mouth to say something—anything—but the words fail him, silenced by the weight of his own mistakes.  

The hallway falls into a haunting silence, broken only by the faint echo of your retreating steps, a cruel reminder of what he's just let slip away.  

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

not my usual style of light-hearted crack...but sum of the other parts are still very rom-commy bc im sucker for dat shtuff :3

let me know if you'd like to be tagged !

<3, addie

[szariahwroteit]

Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Original Character Erotic Series

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 3

What he and Tori had was new, spontaneous, and undefined; but Jude wanted her in his space. With a final game of the calendar year set to kick off in less than an hour, he sat in Real Madrid’s changing room, taking a minute to unwind ahead of the evening’s game.

“Are you ready to win?” Kylian asked, causing Jude to open his eyes and break his moment of meditation.

“Always,” Jude replied with a confident smirk, feeling the adrenaline pulse through his veins as the anticipation of the match built around him. Kylian grinned back, the camaraderie in the room palpable as the team geared up for what was expected to be a fierce showdown against the rival team.

“Are you coming out with us after?” Kylian quizzed, a rather telling smirk on his face as his eyes met Jude’s.

“No, I’m seeing someone after this, and then I have an early morning flight tomorrow,” he revealed to his teammate.

“Who are you seeing, brother?” Kylian asked teasingly.

“The girl from the gala, Tori,” Jude explained, not wanting to get into intimate details with his teammate.

Kylian’s eyes went wide with realization before he placed his hand on Jude’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze of approval before getting up and heading back over to his seat.

Outside in the stands, Tori sat waiting for the match to commence as the rival team took to the pitch for a last-minute warm-up ahead of the game's kick-off.

Admittedly, there wasn't much Tori knew about sports, and her knowledge of soccer, or rather football, went no further than knowing the objective was to score against the opposing team.

However, she had found herself drawn into the excitement of it all, especially as Jude was a part of it. The atmosphere was charged, the energy of the crowd palpable, and she could feel her heart racing in anticipation of seeing him play. 

In her mind, she replayed their conversations from the gala, the way he made her laugh, and how comfortable she felt around him despite having just met. And then, the following night at his place, the way their dinner transpired into the most spontaneous and pleasurable sex was something she hadn't been able to stop thinking about. 

As the players emerged from the tunnel, the crowd erupted into cheers, and Tori found herself swept up in the atmosphere, cheering for Jude and his teammates. 

The bright floodlights illuminated the pitch, casting a surreal glow over the players as they took their positions. Tori’s eyes darted around, trying to spot Jude among the multitude of athletes dressed in their white jerseys. 

When he finally stepped onto the field, her heart skipped a beat. He looked so confident, exuding a magnetic energy that seemed to draw everyone’s attention.

As the whistle blew to signal the start of the match, Tori felt her pulse quicken. Every pass, every tackle, every cheer from the crowd sent quivers down her spine. She found herself standing on her feet, trying to catch a better view of Jude as he moved with fluid grace across the pitch. The way he navigated the ball, the intensity in his movement, it was as if he was in his own world, and she was merely an observer of this incredible talent.

With each minute that ticked by, Tori grew more engrossed in the game. She began to understand the rhythm of play, and the strategies being employed, and she cheered louder with every near goal. Jude’s skills were mesmerizing—his footwork flawless, his vision sharp. It was hard not to be captivated by the sheer athleticism on display.

During a tense moment in the game, Jude made a break for the goal, weaving his way between defenders. Tori held her breath, her hands over her mouth in a mix of hope and anxiety. As he approached the goal, the crowd rose to their feet, a collective roar echoing around the stadium. With a swift kick, he sent the ball flying into the net, and the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers. Tori jumped up, her voice lost in the noise, pure joy radiating from her.

Jude turned, arms raised in celebration, and for a brief moment, his eyes found hers in the sea of fans. A smile broke across his face, and it felt as if time stood still. It was a moment she would cherish—one that solidified the connection they had begun to forge.

As the match continued, Tori’s mind drifted back to their time together, the laughter they shared, and the way he had looked at her with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She felt an inexplicable pull towards him, one that was exciting but also terrifying. She couldn't help but wonder what this all meant. Was she ready to navigate the complexities of being involved with someone like him?

When the final whistle blew and the game concluded with a triumphant victory for Real Madrid, Tori’s heart soared. She joined in the celebration, cheering along with the throngs of fans. Jude had done it; he had not only played brilliantly but had also made a lasting impression on her.

As she made her way to the players' area, anticipation bubbled within her. She couldn’t wait to see him, to hear his voice and to share in the thrill of his victory. This was the beginning of something unexpected, and she was ready to embrace every moment of it.

Taking a seat at a vacant table, Tori watched the rejoicing crowd disperse, their excitement still palpable in the air. She was grateful for the chance to witness his talent firsthand, but now, she just hoped to catch a moment alone with him amidst the chaos.

After a few moments, she spotted Jude as he walked toward her, still wearing his jersey, the fabric clinging to him in a way that accentuated the toned muscles beneath. His hair was slightly tousled, and a light sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead from the exertion of the match.

“Congratulations on a game well played,” Tori called out, a smile breaking across her face as he approached. Her heart raced, a mix of pride and excitement flooding her senses. 

“Thanks, Tori!” Jude grinned, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of triumph. He leaned against the table she sat on, gazing down at her. “Did you enjoy the game?”

“I did, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time!” she grinned, her enthusiasm evident. 

“I'm happy you enjoyed yourself, maybe you can come to some more games next year,” Jude suggested, his expression hopeful.

Tori felt her cheeks flush at his invitation. “I’d love to! I had so much fun. You guys were amazing,”

“Thank you,” he grinned boyishly. “Are you doing anything after this?” 

“I have no plans,” Tori answered, her heart racing at the prospect of spending more time with him. “What do you have in mind?”

Jude’s smile widened, and he pushed himself off the table, standing tall and confident. “Can I come over to your apartment later? I have a Christmas gift for you.”

“You’re more than welcome to come over, but you didn't have to get me anything.” Tori blushed, rather flattered, even though she chose to take a more modest stance.

“I wanted to,” Jude replied, his tone sincere. “We’ve only known each other a little over a week, but I felt like I should.” Especially after she revealed to him that she wouldn’t be spending the holidays with family, but he didn’t want to voice his empathy; something told him that was the very last thing she wanted.

Tori felt a flicker of warmth in her chest at his thoughtfulness. “Well, I appreciate it. You didn’t have to, but I’m excited to see what it is,” she said, her voice softening.

Jude looked momentarily shy, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have to head back downstairs for interviews, but I’ll see you later?”

“Of course! I’ll be waiting,” Tori replied, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him in a more intimate setting. 

“Great! I’ll try to wrap things up quickly,” he said, flashing her a charming smile before turning to head back toward the locker room. Tori watched him go, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The anticipation of spending more time with him was exhilarating, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the evening would hold.

As she sat at the table, Tori replayed the game in her mind, the thrill of watching Jude score still fresh in her memory. She felt a sense of pride for him. It was clear that he was passionate about the sport, and that passion only made her more drawn to him.

After a few minutes, she decided to grab her things and head home to prepare for Jude’s visit. The thought of him coming over made her giddy, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

Once she arrived home, Tori quickly got to work. She straightened up her living room, fluffing the pillows on her couch and lighting a few candles to create a warm ambience. The scent of vanilla filled the air, adding to the cozy atmosphere she was trying to cultivate.

Next, she moved to the kitchen, where she gave a brief once over, before clearing away the pots and pans she’d used to prepare her dinner earlier. 

As she waited for Jude, Tori found herself lost in thought, her mind wandering back to the moments they had shared so far. The laughter, the playful banter, and the undeniable chemistry between them all swirled in her mind. She felt a thrill at the prospect of deepening their connection, but also a hint of anxiety.

Shaking off her worries, she focused on the present, reminding herself to enjoy the moment.

Just as she finished tidying up, the doorbell rang, sending a rush of excitement through her. Tori took a deep breath, smoothing her hair and adjusting her sweater before opening the door.

There stood Jude, a bright smile on his face, holding a medium-sized, neatly wrapped box in his hands. “Hi,” he said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Hi,” Tori replied softly, stepping aside to let him enter. The moment he crossed the threshold, the energy in the room shifted, and she felt a rush of warmth at his presence.

“Wow, your apartment is nice,” Jude said, taking a deep breath as he looked around. 

“Thank you, It’s nothing in comparison to your mansion,” Tori said, trying to play it cool. “But it’s home and I love it here.”

“It’s beautiful,” Jude commented as he gazed out of her living room window to the twinkling city below. “It’s very you,” he smiled. 

Despite being mostly decorated with whites and soft pinks, Tori’s apartment was warm and sanctuous. 

Tori felt a blush creep onto her cheeks at his compliment, her heart racing a bit faster. There was something about Jude's presence that made her feel seen, appreciated—even desired. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to suppress the thrill that buzzed beneath her skin.

“I’m glad you like it,” Tori said, trying to keep her voice steady. She motioned toward the couch, inviting him to sit as she took a seat across from him, their knees almost touching. “What’s in the box?”

“Oh, just a little something for you,” he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. He set the box down on the coffee table between them and opened it slowly before handing it to her.

Tori’s jaw dropped as she reached inside the box, pulling out a beautiful Schiaparelli dress. The dress was a sleek, form-fitting black knitted gown with a deep V-neckline. The thin straps were adorned with gold embellishments on the shoulders.

“Jude,” Tori gasped. 

“I figured I owed you a dress after spilling a drink on you at the gala,” Jude said with a sheepish grin. “I wanted to make it up to you, and I thought this might be a good start. It just seemed like something you would look beautiful in.”

Tori held the dress up to the light, amazed by its elegance and the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. “It’s gorgeous! I can’t believe you got this for me!” She felt a swell of emotions—gratitude, surprise, and a giddy excitement.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his expression earnest. “Maybe you can wear it on our next date?”

Her heart skipped at the suggestion.

Jude’s visit was fleeting as he was set to leave Madrid for England early the next morning. However, before leaving Tori’s apartment, he held her up against her front door, kissing her until she was breathless before leaving her and heading through it.

Even after he left she could still feel his presence on her, the lingering feeling of his lips and tongue against hers would have to suffice until they reunited in The Middle East. 

Although Jude’s Christmas was spent in the intimate setting of his family home, Tori captivated his thoughts. 

The few days he’d spent back home had been filled with laughter, warm meals, and the familiar comfort of his childhood surroundings. Yet, despite the festive atmosphere, his mind often drifted to Tori. The way she laughed, the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about her dreams, and the gentle way she playfully challenged him t—she had a way of getting under his skin, and he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she wouldn’t be with her loved ones. 

When it was time for Jude and his mother, Denise, to leave Birmingham and head to Dubai for an awards ceremony, he was ecstatic.

He’d strategically planned for his mother to accompany him to Dubai and attend the awards ceremony with him before heading home, just as Tori was set to arrive in the vibrant city, where they’d see in the new year together.

Glancing at the room number Victoria had messaged him, Jude made his way through the corridors of the luxurious hotel they were staying in for the duration of their trip.

Their rooms were on the same floor, at opposite ends of the hotel. Although Jude would have loved for her to share a room with him, he also wanted to give her space. He knocked on the door, his heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

Tori opened the door, and the moment their eyes met, everything else faded away. She looked stunning, wearing a flowy white sundress that accentuated her figure and made her look radiant against the backdrop of the luxurious hotel suite. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and a soft smile graced her lips.

“Hey!” she beamed, stepping aside to let him in. 

Instead of giving her a verbal response, Jude cupped her face pressing her up against the nearest wall to them as he leaned down and pressed a scorching kiss to her lips. 

The kiss sent sparks through Tori’s body, igniting every nerve ending as she melted against the wall, her hands instinctively finding their way to Jude's hair, pulling him closer. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a stark contrast to the coolness of the hotel room.

“Hi,” Jude rasped when they finally broke apart, Tori laughed softly, her cheeks flushed from the intensity of their kiss. 

Once they’d curbed their desire for a moment, Jude stepped back slightly, his eyes still locked onto Tori’s. “How was your flight?” he asked, his voice low and sincere.

Tori took a breath, still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips against hers. “It was good! A little long, but I’m just happy to be here,” she replied, a smile breaking across her face.

As they settled into the plush surroundings of Tori's hotel suite, Jude took a moment to absorb everything around him. The walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air, creating an inviting atmosphere that felt intimate and special. 

“We can chill for now, later I’m taking you to dinner and then we’re partying after,” Jude said, a playful glint in his eyes. “I have a few places in mind that I think you’ll enjoy.”

Tori's excitement bubbled over. “Sounds perfect! It’s been a while since I’ve had a night out,” she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “What do you have planned for dinner?”

“Just a little place that has the best pasta in the city,” Jude replied, leaning back against the plush couch. “But first, I want to hear all about your holiday so far. What have you been up to?”

“Not much, I spent Christmas with Mia and her family,” Tori began, her eyes lighting up at the mention of her friend. “It was cozy and filled with laughter. We did the whole traditional dinner thing and, of course, exchanged a few gifts. How was your Christmas? You looked like you had an amazing time with your family on Instagram.”

“I did,” Jude confirmed. “It’s always nice to be with family,” he said before catching himself as he remembered that Tori had spent her Christmas without hers. 

He didn’t know the reason why and he wasn’t going to pry, but gushing about his time with his family felt a little insensitive. 

“I may have told a few of my friends about you,” Jude smirked making Victoria do the same, in an attempt to cover up the warmth she felt in her cheeks. 

“Told them what?” she asked curiously.

“That I invited a beautiful ballerina to spend the new year in Dubai with us,” Jude revealed making her laugh. 

“You couldn't leave out the fact that I’m a ballerina?” Tori said in amusement. 

“Of course not! It’s part of your charm,” Jude teased, leaning closer to her and resting his arm on the back of the couch, creating an inviting space between them. “They can't wait to meet you.”

She felt a mixture of warmth and anxiety at his words, so far it had only ever been them in the little bubble they'd forged. 

“What if they don’t like me?” Tori laughed nervously, her heart racing at the thought of being introduced to Jude’s friends. 

“Trust me, they will. How could they not?” Jude reassured her, his gaze steady and sincere. 

They lounged in Tori’s hotel until they were forced to begin getting ready for the evening ahead, Jude made his way back to his suite allowing Tori to concentrate on preparing herself for dinner. 

She stood in the middle of her hotel room with three outfit options laid out on the bed, her hair and makeup had been styled and applied to perfection, but she had no idea what outfit to choose from. 

Deciding on her most casual choice, Tori slipped it on before putting on her heels which added a few inches to her height. 

Making her way into the bathroom, she grabbed her lipgloss applying another layer to her plump lips before dropping it into her purse. 

Just then, three knocks on the door interrupted her thoughts. Tori's heart raced with excitement as she rushed to answer it, her anticipation building with each step. 

When she opened the door, Jude stood there, looking effortlessly handsome in a fitted black shirt and tailored trousers. His hair was styled perfectly, and he wore a confident smile that made her stomach flutter.

“You look incredible,” he breathed, taking a moment to take her in. 

Tori felt her cheeks flush at his compliment. “Thank you! You look pretty good yourself,” she replied, trying to play it cool, but the warmth in her voice betrayed her excitement.

“Shall we?” Jude asked, extending his arm toward her, and together they stepped out into the bustling atmosphere of Dubai.

As they walked through the hotel lobby, Tori couldn’t help but notice how heads turned in their direction. Jude’s presence was magnetic, to both her and his fans. 

She took a step back as Jude spoke with a group of six or so men, all of whom were beaming from ear to ear at the chance to meet with one of football's brightest stars.

From the hotel, they made their way over to dinner, where Tori had to give Jude his props; her meal was without a doubt one of the best pasta dishes she had ever eaten.

Once dinner was over, Jude took care of the bill before making his way back to the hotel to meet with his friends.

Toby, Brandon, Marcus, and Jude’s friendship had existed long before any of the men began puberty; it was evident in their interactions that they saw one another as brothers more than anything.

As Jude introduced Tori to the group, the men remained courteous, though somewhat aloof. While he had shared images of her from her Instagram, meeting her in person brought a fresh perspective.

All three men agreed that their brother’s new acquaintance was beautiful, but they kept their interactions with her lighthearted and minimal.

The club followed in the same suit and it was then that Tori couldn't help but notice how uniform it all felt. Jude’s friends stood in front of them, blocking them from the view of the rest of the partygoers as he lathered her in his attention.

She understood that someone of Jude’s level of celebrity would have to take certain precautions to protect their privacy, but it felt too perfectly executed to not be a regular occurrence.

“Are you having a good time?” he murmured into Tori’s ear as his hand found her hip.

"I am, thank you," she said with a playful smirk, leaning into Jude slightly as his hand grazed the warm, smooth skin of her hip.

"Good, because I want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself," he replied, his breath sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the weight of his gaze, a mixture of admiration and something deeper that made her heart race.

Around them, the party pulsed with energy—laughter and music mingling in the air, the glow of fairy lights casting a warm hue on the crowd. But in this little bubble they had created, it felt like it was just the two of them, suspended in a moment that was both exhilarating and surreal.

Tori glanced at Jude's friends, who were engaged in their own conversations, seemingly oblivious to the magnetic connection between her and Jude. It was both comforting and disconcerting. She wondered how many times Jude had pulled this same manoeuvre, how many other girls had felt the thrill of his attention while being shielded from the prying eyes of the world just to become a distant memory.

"Can I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to face him fully, their bodies inches apart.

“Anything,” he replied, that charming smile of his never wavering.

“Are you having a good time?” she asked, a teasing edge to her tone.

Jude chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “The only thing that would make it better is if you kissed me.”

Tori felt her heart skip a beat at his bold suggestion. Her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but smile at his playful confidence. "Is that right?" she teased, raising an eyebrow as she leaned in closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body.

"Absolutely," Jude replied, his voice low and inviting. He took a small step closer, their bodies almost touching now, the music around them fading into a distant buzz as their focus narrowed.

With a teasing grin, Tori tilted her head slightly, her eyes locked onto his. "What's stopping you?"

Jude's breath caught in his throat as he watched her, the anticipation hanging in the air between them. "Absolutely nothing," he murmured, pressing his lips against hers. 

The kiss ignited a spark, sending waves of warmth coursing through Tori’s body as she melted into him. Jude’s lips were soft yet firm, his kiss both possessive and tender, igniting a fire within her that she hadn't anticipated. The world around them faded into a blur, the laughter, the flashing lights, and the pulsating music all became background noise to the symphony that was their connection.

Tori's hands found their way to Jude's hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. She felt exhilarated, lost in the moment, as if nothing else mattered. It was just them, two souls colliding in a whirlwind of passion and chemistry.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Jude rested his forehead against hers, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. He didn't exactly know what this was between them, but he enjoyed it. Vitoria made herself so easy to want, so easy to crave. 

The club had been fun, and very much a learning experience for Tori who saw first-hand how the world seemed to bend to Jude’s will, it was both exhilarating and extremely daunting. 

By the time they made it back to the hotel it had long since passed midnight, jude’s friends had left the elevator on their respective floors leaving him alone with Tori once again. 

“Good night, Jude,” she smiled softly as she walked into his open arms, allowing his hands to travel the planes of her back before slipping to caress her ass as she melted into him a combination of the alcohol she’d drank and his intoxicating scent making her feel rather lustful. 

“Good night, Tori,” he murmured into her shoulder pressing a kiss against it before letting her go. 

Very easily, Tori could have fallen into him and allowed him to take her back to his hotel room, but she wanted him to want her. She wanted him to take the lead.

Turning on her heels, Tori went to walk away from Jude, only to hear him mumble something under his breath before she felt his hands on her again as he pulled her body back to his.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jude’s voice was low and laced with a blend of amusement and desire, his breath warm against her neck. Tori shivered, a thrill racing down her spine as she felt his body pressed firmly against her, the heat radiating off him igniting the air between them.

“To bed,” she teased, casting a coy glance over her shoulder. The playful spark in her eyes was a challenge—one that stirred something deep within him.

“without me?” He chuckled softly. 

“I thought that was the point of getting separate hotel rooms,” Tori giggled as Jude turned her around so she faced him. 

“You have your own room because I don't want to crowd your space, not because I don't want you in mine,” he confessed, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. There was a weight in his words, a promise laced with an unspoken yearning that hung in the air between them.

Tori felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks as she took in the sincerity of his statement. The tension was palpable, a magnetic pull that drew her closer to him despite their playful banter. “Really?” she whispered, teasingly tilting her head in a way that made her hair fall seductively across her shoulder.

“Absolutely,” he murmured, his hands shifting to cradle her face gently, his eyes darkened with a mix of desire and determination. “I want you, Tori. But I want you to want me too.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his admission, the honesty in his eyes making her heart flutter. “I want you, Jude,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, desperation creeping in as the distance between them threatened to shatter.

“Then let me in.” 

Audaciously Jude leaned in, brushing his lips softly against hers, a fleeting connection that sent a surge of electric heat racing through her. Tori answered his kiss, deepening it, her hands moving instinctively to the back of his neck as she urged him closer. 

Jude responded with fervency, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her tightly against him as he poured all his longing and impatience into a raw, intoxicating kiss. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading as they lost themselves in each other.

Conscious of the fact that they were standing in the middle of a hotel corridor, Jude pulled away from Tori’s lips, taking her hand so he could lead her to his suite.

As they walked, Tori felt a wave of anticipation come over her as she allowed Jude to lead, taking in the broadness of his shoulders and the way her hand felt in his as he guided her toward a moment between them she knew she wouldn't soon forget.

The soft glow of the hallway lights illuminated the path ahead, casting shadows that danced against the walls, mirroring the fluttering excitement in her chest.

When they reached the door, Jude paused again, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand, sending shivers up her arm. “Are you sure want this?” he asked, his voice low and sincere, searching her eyes for any hesitation. 

Tori met his gaze, her heart racing. “I’ve never been more sure about anything,” she replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. There was a daring spark in her that urged her to embrace this moment, to explore the chemistry that had crackled between them since the moment they met.

With a soft smile, Jude leaned into her pressing his lips against hers once again, this time with a deeper hunger as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The kiss ignited something primal within Tori, a longing that had been simmering just beneath the surface. His hands slipped to her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, their bodies fitting together as if they had been made for one another.

Blindly unlocking the door to his suite, Jude used his body to ease Tori inside before using his foot to close it behind them. 

Jude tossed the plastic key card onto the table in the room's entryway before scooping Tori up into his arms and gently setting her down on the surface as well.

Parting her legs, he came to stand between them as Tori’s hands went to her shoulders, pulling him closer in search of his addictive lips. 

Their lips collided with a passion that left Tori breathless, igniting a fire within her that demanded to be quenched. She could feel Jude's warmth enveloping her, his hands roaming her sides, exploring the curves of her body with a delicate yet possessive touch.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured between kisses, his breath hot against her skin as he traced his fingers down her arms, sending shivers coursing through her.

Tori felt a rush of exhilaration at his words, the sincerity in his tone urging her to let go of any lingering doubts. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, craving the connection that sparked between them. “Show me,” she whispered against his lips, her voice thick with desire.

With a low growl, Jude responded, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted her effortlessly, his strength making her feel both safe and desired. He carried her further into the suite, navigating through the dim light until he reached the bedroom. 

Placing Tori down onto her heeled feet, Jude’s lips found her neck as he reached for the hem of her top so he could pull it over her head. 

"You're so beautiful," Jude said barely above a whisper as Tori’s top fell to the floor, the pad of his thumb circling her nipple as he gazed down into her eyes.

Tori felt her heart race at his words, her breath hitching in her throat. The warmth of his gaze made her skin tingle, and she leaned into his touch, craving more of the connection they were building. 

"Jude," she murmured, her voice barely audible, the heat between them intensifying. She could feel the weight of his desire mingling with her own, a heady blend that ignited every nerve ending in her body.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I want to know everything there is about your body, it’s so fucking perfect." The sincerity in his voice sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a rush of emotion swell in her chest.

Tori watched Jude as he knelt in front of her, his gaze locked onto hers. He carefully took off her shoes and then moved to the waistband of her pants, gently sliding them down to reveal the delicate lace thong she wore beneath.

“Go and lay on the bed,” he commanded softly, his voice low and sultry, filled with an undeniable authority that sent a thrill through Tori.

With a mix of eagerness and anticipation, Tori complied, her heart racing as she turned and made her way to the bed. The soft sheets beckoned her, and she sank down onto the plush surface, propping herself up on her elbows to watch Jude with an inviting smile.

“Take off your thong,” Jude requested, his voice a low murmur filled with desire, his eyes darkening as he soaked in the sight of her. The intensity of his gaze made Tori's breath hitch, and she felt a rush of exhilaration at his command.

With a teasing smile, she slowly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her thong, pulling it slowly down her legs in a deliberate motion, feeling the cool air brush against her skin. She tossed the delicate garment aside, revealing herself completely to him.

Jude's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. “Fuck,” he murmured, a mix of awe and desire flooding his voice. “You’re so beautiful.”

The heat radiating between them grew more intense as Tori felt a deluge of confidence wash over her. She was exposed and vulnerable, but the look in Jude’s eyes made her feel powerful and desired in a way that sent her heart racing.

“Come here,” Jude beckoned, his tone heavy with desire as he stood up. Moving closer to the bed, he grasped Tori's ankle, gently tugging her towards the edge.

Getting down onto his knees, Jude let out a groan as he inhaled her feminine essence his eyes fixed on the beauty before him. The tension in the air was electric, charged with suspense as he took in every detail of her form, the way the moonlight danced across her skin, highlighting her curves and casting a soft glow around her.

“Jude…” Tori breathed, her voice a mix of longing and urgency as she felt the weight of his gaze. The way he looked at her made her feel both desired and cherished, a combination that sent shivers down her spine.

“Be patient,” he replied, his voice low and soothing, as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he began to kiss his way up her thighs, planting soft, lingering kisses that made her heart race and her body ache for more.

Tori gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she urged him on, encouraging him to explore further. Each kiss ignited a fire within her, stoking the embers of desire that had been building between them since the moment they met.

“Jude, please,” she begged, her voice thick with need, wanting him to take her completely. 

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his slow, teasing exploration. “Patience, Tori. This little pussy has been on my mind all night.”

With that, he pressed his lips against her most sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Tori's back arched as a moan escaped her lips, the sensation overwhelming her senses. She could feel the heat pooling in her core, a desperate need building within her as he continued to tease and tantalize.

“Jude!” she cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation. The world around her faded away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his mouth on her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he lavished attention on her.

“What?” he taunted, his voice low and raspy as he continued to work his magic, sucking her clit between his lips as he lashed his head back and forth feasting on her. 

"Oh my god, Jude!" Tori whimpered as his mouth explored every sensitive inch of her, sending bolts of electricity surging through her veins. Her hips bucked against his face slick and dripping with a fusion of her arousal and his saliva, seeking out more of the inexplicable pleasure he was delivering, her hands fisting in the sheets below as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Jude obliged, devouring her with increasing intensity, his tongue lapping at her folds before circling her throbbing nub, sending her spiralling into a maelstrom of sensations. The wet heat of his mouth and the scrape of his stubble on her inner thighs only added to the intense pleasure coursing through her, building with each press of his lips and every drag of his tongue.

"Fuck, I love how responsive you are, Tori," Jude groaned against her, the vibrations travelling through her and making her quiver. He increased the cadence, his movements becoming more calculated and precise as he circled her entrance with his middle finger before pushing it inside of her. 

“Oh my god!” Tori squealed, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as her back arched from the bed in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. 

Jude groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he continued to finger her, stretching and curling his digit inside her dripping core. Tori's essence coated his tongue and lips, an intoxicating flavor that fueled his hunger for her. He devoured her, sucking her clit and sliding his fingers in and out of her quivering pussy, drawing out her climax.

Tori's body began to tremble, her walls gripping around his finger as he worked her towards the pinnacle of pleasure. "Jude, I'm...I'm gonna..." she panted, her eyes squeezing shut as the pressure built.

He increased the pace, his thumb circling her clit as he fingered her, determined to send her over the edge. "Give it to me," he rasped against her slick flesh. "Cum in my fucking mouth."

Jude groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he buried his face into Tori's dribbling cunt, drinking down her release like a man dying of thirst. Her essence coated his tongue, an intoxicating taste that fueled his craving for her. He savored each quiver and spasm of her orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until he felt her begin to relax under him.

With a final, contented hum against her stillquivering folds, Jude lifted his head, gazing up at Tori with a smug, satisfied smirk. Tori, for her part, lay panting on the bed, her eyes glassy and unfocused, a blissful smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. She reached down with a trembling hand to run her fingers through Jude's hair, pulling him up to meet her gaze.

“I want you,” Tori murmured as she raised her head to meet his lips, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she welcomed his weight on top of her. 

Jude's eyes darkened with desire at her words, and he captured her lips in a heated kiss, pouring all of his longing into the connection. Tori could feel the heat radiating from him, and the urgency of the moment sent a thrill through her. She wanted him, needed him, and the way he responded to her touch only intensified her desire.

Tori let out a gasp as Jude’s hand abruptly found the crease of her right knee, pinning her leg to the bed as the tip of his cock brushed feverishly against her. 

“I need a condom,” he drawled against her mouth. 

Tori's heart raced at the urgency in his voice, the heat of the moment intensifying as she felt the weight of his body pressing against hers. “Grab one the nightstand,” he managed to dictate, his voice breathless with anticipation.

Blindly reaching for the nightstand, Tori frantically searched for the small drawer, her fingers trembling with excitement. She finally found the handle and pulled it open, her heart racing as she rummaged through the contents. Her breath hitched when she felt the cool foil packet beneath her fingers.

“Put it on for me,” Jude requested, his voice low and filled with urgency, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.

Tori nodded, her heart racing as she pulled the condom from the package. She could feel the heat radiating from Jude, the anticipation crackling in the air between them. With a mix of eagerness and nervousness, she reached for him, her fingers brushing against his length as she rolled the condom onto him, her breath hitching at the sensation.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with need as he captured her lips in another heated kiss, pouring all of his pent-up desire into the connection. Tori could feel the urgency in his movements, in the way he pressed against her, as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

His hand instinctively found the crease of her knee once again as he pinned into to the bed, his teeth clamping down on bottom lip as he rolled his hips into Tori’s, filling her. 

Tori gasped at the sensation, her body arching instinctively to meet him as he filled her completely. The heat of him, the weight of his body pressing down on her, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched her, and her bodies sweet resistance igniting a fire deep within her core.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jude moaned, his voice low and husky as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to climatize to the sensation of him stretching her.

Tori locked gazes with Jude, her eyes widening at the intense, primal look in his. He was looking at her like a man possessed, his gaze burning with a fire that matched the heat radiating from their joined bodies.

Pressing his forehead against Tori’s , Jude deepened his thrusts, the rhythm of their bodies enthralling and electrifying.

"Jude," Tori breathed, feeling every inch of him as he stretched her more with each determined thrust. The way he filled her completely sent shivers of pleasure spiraling down her spine, igniting every nerve ending. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him deeper as her body instinctively responded to his rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” he grumbled, his voice thick with need as he set a pace that was both teasing and urgent. Each movement sending barreling waves of pleasure coursing through her, building pressure within her core. 

Tori could only manage a breathless moan, the intensity of their connection consuming her. Every thrust brought them closer together, the heat between them palpable. “More…please,” she urged, desperation seeping into her voice. She craved that exhilarating feeling of release, and she needed him to push her over the edge.

From position to position, it was evident in the way Jude handled her body so thoroughly that he was stating his claim; the way his hand gripped the inside of her thigh as he held her leg open and the other tangled in her hair as he lay on his side, fucking her from behind.

“Tori, I’m going to cum,” he groaned into her ear, pushing his face into the clammy side of her neck as he rolled his hips into her, his sheathed cock kissing against the cushiony surface of her cervix. 

Tori felt a rush of euphoria at his words, the heat of his body pressed against her, fuelling her own desire. “Yes, Jude,” she breathed, her voice thick with longing. “I want to feel you cum inside me. Please.”

With a low growl, Jude responded, increasing his pace, driving deeper, harder. The sensation of him filling her completely was intoxicating, and Tori could feel the familiar tightness coiling in her belly, the sweet promise of release drawing closer with each thrust.

“My god, you feel amazing,” he panted, his breath hot against her skin, sending chills down her spine. He buried his face in her neck, his stubble grazing her skin as he moved with an urgency that mirrored her own need. Each thrust was deliberate, stoking the fire that burned between them.

Reaching around her, Jude laced his fingers with Tori’s, his eyes closed and his face nestled against the side of her neck as he filled the condom he wore, warming her from the inside out. 

“Tori!” he moaned into her ear as he came. 

Tori felt a wave of pleasure crash over her, a sensation that started deep within and radiated outward as his body tensed against hers. The heat of his release pulsed inside her, and she gasped at the intensity, her body responding in kind, a rush of ecstasy flooding every nerve ending. 

“Jude,” she whimpered, her voice shaky, caught in the whirlwind of her own climax that seemed to draw even closer, teetering on the edge. The way he moved inside her, still wrapped tight in a union that felt both possessive and blissful, pushed her over the brink. She could feel her body contracting around him, matching the rhythm of his release as her own waves of euphoria began to crest.

The only sound filling the air was the mingling of their heavy breaths and the gentle rustle of sheets beneath them. Jude pulled back slightly, his cock slipping from Victoria as he turned her over to face him. 

“Hi,” she smiled shyly as if she hadn't just submitted to his every desire. 

Jude's lips curved into a smirk, the playful glint in his eyes unmistakable as he took in the sight of her, flushed and radiant, a beautiful contrast to the raw desire that had enveloped them moments ago. “Hi,” he replied, his voice low and full of warmth, the remnants of passion still lingering around them.

Tori could feel her heart racing, a mixture of exhilaration and vulnerability washing over her. The shy smile lingering on her lips spoke volumes, and Jude's gaze softened, its intensity grounding her in the quiet aftermath of their encounter. 

“Are you okay?” he teased, brushing a thumb over her bottom lip, the gesture tender amidst the electrifying tension that still flickered in the air between them. 

“More than I can say,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. The vivid memories of pleasure flooding in, igniting a satisfying warmth within her. “Kiss me again,” Tori whispered, her eyes glimmering with desire.

Jude didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance, capturing her mouth with his, their lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss.

Rolling off of her, Jude sat up in the bed before shuffling to the edge and getting up, grabbing the shirt he'd worn that night, and handing it to Tori before heading into the bathroom to remove the used condom from his length.

When he returned, she was sitting up, her back resting against the bed's grand headboard as she browsed the hotel’s room service menu.

“Hungry?” Jude smirked as Tori looked up at him, a playful glint in her eyes. 

“Starving, actually. I think I burned off a few calories,” she teased, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier encounter.

Jude chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he joined her on the bed, leaning in to see the menu she was perusing. “What are you in the mood for?” he asked, his voice still laced with that sultry undertone that sent shivers down her spine as he climbed back into the bed. 

“Maybe something like a burger and fries?” she suggested, biting her lip as she met his gaze.

“Order it,” he replied a mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed her the room's phone to Oder their food. “I want a milkshake too,”

he added, a playful smirk on his lips. “You know, to make it a real late-night feast.”

Tori laughed, her heart feeling lighter with each passing moment. “A milkshake, huh? You're a really bad influence because now I want one too,” she pouted teasingly as she dialed the room service number. “What flavor?”

“Chocolate, of course,” he answered as if she was supposed to know, as he reached for Tori and pulled her body on top of his so she straddled him. 

Tori giggled, the playful intimacy of their position adding to the warmth that spread through her. She could feel his heart beating beneath her, a steady rhythm that matched the excitement bubbling inside her. “Chocolate it is,” she replied, licking her lips as she leaned down to kiss him playfully.

As she settled back into her seat, still perched on his lap, Tori felt his hands slide around her waist, holding her firmly in place. The sensation sent a thrill through her, reminding her of the electric connection they had just shared. She quickly placed the order for a burger, fries, and two chocolate milkshakes, all the while stealing glances at Jude, who watched her curiously. 

“Got everything?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. 

“Yes! We’re all set,” she said, her excitement evident as she hung up the phone.

“Now we wait,” Jude said, his voice low and smooth, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. "And in the meantime..." 

Before she could react, Jude rolled them over so that he was on top, pinning her gently to the bed. 

“More sex?” Tori huffed sarcastically. 

“No, I just like being close to you,” Jude said with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with malfeasance. "But if you insist..." He leaned down, capturing her lips in another heated kiss, his body pressing against hersl.

Tori felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his words, her heart racing as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I really need to grab a few things from my hotel room,”

she managed to say between kisses, trying to keep her mind focused on the task at hand despite the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins.

Jude paused, his lips hovering just above hers, a playful smirk on his face. “You can grab them later. Right now, I’d much rather focus on this,” he replied, his voice low and inviting. 

Tori bit her lip, caught in the heat of the moment, but the thought of sleeping in makeup nagged at her. “But I need my makeup wipes and my pyjamas,” she protested lightly. 

“Fine,” Jude huffed dramatically, as he rolled from on top of Tori allowing her the room to get up, he watched as she walked into the ensuite bathroom before returning a few moments later in a plush white robe.  

Forgoing shoes, she made her way out of Jude’s room quickly heading over to her own to grab what she needed and return before their food arrived. 

Closing the room door behind herself, Tori went to take a step in the direction of Jude’s room only to collide with a firm blazer-covered torso. 

Tori looked up, her eyes wide as she realized she had bumped into into someone. “My apologies, I wasn't paying attention,” she stammered, trying to regain her composure as she took a step back. 

The man in front of her was tall, with a sharp jawline and a slightly bemused expression on his face. “No harm done,” he said smoothly, his eyes scanning her robe-clad body briefly before settling on her face. “Nice shoes,” he smirked taking notice of her bare feet. 

Tori felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, quickly glancing down at her bare feet. “Thanks, but I wasn’t exactly planning on a fashion statement,” she replied.

The man chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with an easy confidence. “No worries, you're so beautiful I almost didn't notice you're currently in a robe.”

“Thanks,” Tori blushed as the man stood up straight, running his hand down the front of his pristine blazer, offering her a smile before taking off again.

Pushing the interaction to the back of her mind as she made her way back to Jude’s room, 

When Tori entered Jude’s room, she found him sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone, a relaxed grin on his face. The sight of him brought a smile to her lips, and she felt her heart flutter at the intimacy they had just shared. 

“Everything okay?” he asked, glancing up from his screen as she walked in. 

Instead of giving him a worded response, Tori held up her items she retrieved before heading into the bathroom to rid her face of the make up she wore and change. 

A short while later, Tori and Jude sat in his bed sharing a meal as they laughed and exchanged stories, the playful banter flowing effortlessly between them. The delicious aroma of the burger and fries filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of the chocolate milkshakes that stood tall in their glasses. 

“This is the best post-night out meal ever,” Tori declared, taking a big bite of her burger. The flavors bursting in her mouth, and she couldn't help but moan in delight. 

Jude raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he watched her closely. “That good?” 

Tori giggled, a flush creeping to her cheeks as she swallowed her food. “Absolutely!,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with warmth as they met Jude’s. “Plus, the company isn’t too bad either.” 

Jude grinned, leaning in closer. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, his voice low and playful, as he took a bite of her burger, humming in agreement of how good if was. 

“You should,” Tori responded with a soft smile. 

Within the space of an hour they’d gone from an intense and passionate tryst, to laughing and flirting with each other like school kids and Victoria found herself admiring the duality. 

From the moment they’d met, he’d done everything in his power to make her feel at ease around him and she liked it. 

“I was thinking, tomorrow we should have a beach day. A friend of mine owns a private beach out here in Dubai, it’s completely out of the way and one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been,” Jude explained.

Tori's eyes lit up at the suggestion, the thought of spending the day at a private beach with Jude sending a thrill of excitement through her. "That sounds amazing!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm bubbling over. "I could definitely use some sun and sand."

Jude chuckled, his gaze warm and inviting. "If you want sand and sun, I can take you to the desert and leave you there,” he said teasingly.